#clay spencer gif

[sweethearttal]

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

CLAY WOULD NOTICE YOU!!! CLAY WOULD ABSOLUTELY NOTICE YOU!!!

thank u love u smooching u

[antlerqueer]

South of Nowhere (2005-2008). Peak 2000s fashion.

@lgbtqcreatorscreator bingo - throwback

[lesbianmaxevans]

THE MAN WHO FELL TO EARTH || 1.09 ‘THE WORLD FALLS DOWN’

[Image Description: Eight stacked gifs from The Man Who Fell to Earth.

Spencer: What do you look like? Faraday: For fuck’s sake. Every other Anthean -- Spencer: No. What do you look like? Under -- Faraday: This skin? You’re obsessed with skin. Skin is one of your gods. You’ve created cults around it. Commit genocide. Murder every day in its name. One reason I was chosen is because Justin would have no rational reason to trust me if I looked like you.]

[reiderwriter]

hi!!! omg i’ve been following you for a bit now and i saw that it’s not only your 1k celebration(AHHHHHH OMG CONGRATS GIRL!!!) but also your birthday soon!!! So happy birthday and i hope you’re having a fantabulous day!!

If it’s not too much trouble, could i request #4 on your 1k celeb list for Spencer Reid? maybe like imagine they’re undercover in a club or at a party and reader has to dance on him for some odd reason and boy is already mad in love and now he’s got a hard on while his crush dances on him for a case and reader maybe takes mercy on him and drags him to a private place tooooooo😋😋

it’s totally okay if this isn’t to your fancy so don’t feel pressured at all!! i love your writing so much and i just know anything you write, even if you don’t write this ask or if you change it up, will be amazing!!! enjoy your birthday b and take loads of a care of yourself!💕💕

A/N: Thank you for the request, and I AM SO SORRY it took me nearly four months to get to 😭 I actually loved writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for the birthday wishes 💖

Warnings: public sex, sex in an alleyway, talks of oral (m receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk, creampie, coworkers to lovers, spoilers for upto season 7 of Criminal Minds.

“Cover? Right now? I'm wading through three caseloads of paperwork right now, I don't have time to go gallivanting across the country for another unit.” You stressed to your Unit Chief as she smiled sympathetically at you.

“Temporary reassignment means your desk will be cleared of work when you return, I'll personally complete it myself. That is if you decide to come back.”

“It would take one hell of an offer to get me to join another team, ma'am, and you know it.” 

Working under your boss Andi Swann at the Domestic Trafficking Task Force was something you took a lot of pride in. The work you did saved hundreds of women across the country, and you found justice for the ones you were too late for. It had been your second choice after you'd left the academy and a particularly ambitious one, all things considered. 

“Y/N, the Behavioural Analysis Unit needs you. Now, I remember your resume as well as you do, most likely, so don't try to convince me all of the profiling credits and courses you took at the academy were solely to be used for trafficking work.” 

You flushed as the woman caught you off guard. It was true that you hoped to someday be able to transfer to the aforementioned unit, but you truly still respected the woman in front of you. 

Deciding that your respect trumped your human need to placate her worries about you suddenly skipping out on her, you simply cleared your throat and spoke as calmly as possible. 

“What is it exactly that the BAU needs me for?” 

The older woman smiled back at you and shook her head slightly before opening her mouth again. 

“It seems that one of their team members needs a date.” 

–X– 

Having recovered from the shock of your reassignment and its details, you'd found yourself packing a few things from your desk, grabbing your go-bag, climbing into the elevator and arriving at the doors of the BAU.

You then struggled for a few minutes to open with all the things crowding your hands. 

“Here let me,” a voice said from behind you, as you suddenly saw an arm come up around your side to push the door open. You followed your gaze up the arm until your back was against the door, moving backwards even as he pushed it open as your throat went dry.

The man in front of you was hot. It was as if some deity had plucked your ideal type out of your mind, moulded him with clay, and kiln fired him before placing him right back in front of you as temptation.

You were sure that minutes had passed since he'd spoken with you just staring up at him like this, but alas, you really couldn't help yourself. 

“Oh! Thank you,” you smiled, hoping it would diffuse the sudden awkward atmosphere that your staring had bought on. “I'm sorry, can you tell me where Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner's office is?” You mumbled out, trying to clear your throat silently as you lost yourself in the strangers' gaze. 

His eyes were locked on yours, and as he broke eye contact, your heart jumped as you noticed his ears were stained red, embarrassment apparently not lost on him. 

“Up the stairs, first office, his name is on the door. You must be SSA Y/N.” Shocked to hear your name drop from his mouth  you felt a Rusholme mortification as you studied the man once again. 

Slightly messy hair, pile of books in his hand, dressed like he'd fallen into a closet at a retirement home, tall wiry frame. 

Ashley Seaver's description of Doctor Spencer Reid had been spot on. Apart from the part where she had failed to mention, he was quite possibly the most attractive man on earth. 

“Doctor Reid?” You asked, voice a squeak, almost scared that you were wrong despite there being no suggestion that you might be.

“How did you…?” His eyes widened with a smile as he looked back to you again, searching for answers with his head cocked slightly to the side.

“I work in Domestic Trafficking. Agent Seaver and my unit chief both gave me brief descriptions of your team so I wouldn't get bogged down with introductions when I got here.” You explained quickly for fear that he'd think you slightly stalkerish for knowing his name, even though he obviously knew yours as well.

He smiled slightly awkwardly again  and gestured further inside the office, sending you off to your temporary new Unit Chief's office with a small whisper.

“I look forward to working with you.”

--X–

The debrief with Aaron Hotchner was swift  and you appreciated the man's ability to cut straight to the point. 

There was a killer targeting women in New York City, just like there were killers targeting women everywhere. But this one had taken specific issue with women who were social climbers, who attended events with high profile and successful men on their arms. 

So far, the NYPD could link 7 homicides to the killer and were under pressure to catch the guy before Lucky Number eight. 

The FBI had stepped in and suggested you be Lucky Number eight.

They'd been sent the case as a consult and provided the profile, to which the NYPD had asked for full cooperation. 

Which is how you found yourself on a jet heading to New York City two hours after Andi Swann had called you into her office. Productive day.

“What does your budget look like after a year of private jet travel?” You wondered out loud as you followed Hotchner onto the plane. SSA David had followed you onto the plane as well, having tried to introduce himself earlier. You'd allowed him the moment of humility before telling him you knew exactly who he was, and he'd be surprised if anyone in the entire bureau didn't. 

“Well they haven't put me on display yet, so I don't think I'm quite a fossil. Pleasure to be working with you.” 

His words were kind enough, but they were a reminder of the other man you'd met earlier. 

The man who had since climbed into the seat next to you, ready for the on the go case briefing.

“We've established identities for the two of you, ready for you to go in tonight to establish yourselves as bait,” Hotch explained, handing you each a personnel folder. 

“Spencer, you'll be Charles Buchanan, local businessman with alleged ties to several socialite families in the Upper East Side.” That seemed to earn a few chuckles from Agent Morgan from his perch at the other end of the plane desk, but he cleverly kept his mouth shut. 

“Y/N, you'll be Daisy Smith, you're a student putting herself through a graduate degree, who has turned to sugaring to cover course fees.” 

“Sugaring?” Rossi asked from Hotch's side, waiting for someone to clarify. 

“It's a term used to describe the act of being a sugar baby or sugar daddy. A usually non-sexual consensual relationship involving cash or other materialistic gifts.” Spencer filled in the gaps easily, without looking up from the file he was scanning ridiculously fast.

Okay, speed-reading and super intelligence check, and you were two for two on descriptions of Spencer Reid. Swann's description had also left a lot to be desired. 

“We've got Garcia establishing some online profiles for the both of you currently using the images you sent us earlier. Hopefully, we were correct in our estimation of his hunting grounds, but he'll need to stalk you for a night or two before he strikes.” 

You cleared your throat carefully as you finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging you the entire time.

“I'm sorry if this is forward, but is there a reason I was chosen for this assignment? I don't have much undercover experience, and I was told there were two women on your team. Was I misinformed?” 

“That's correct. Unfortunately, last week, Agent Prentiss decided to take a job with Interpol in London. Agent Jareau was also recently married, so she put in leave to enjoy her honeymoon. None of the candidates we have lined up fit our Unsub's type. You do.”

“As good as I would look in a dress, you're going to be much more effective at catching this guy,” Morgan joked from the side, just as Hotch accepted a video call through to the jet. 

“Morgan in a dress, sounds like one of my dreams come true.” 

“Calm it, baby girl, what have you got for us?”

“Invitations to a charity ball being held in Manhattan tonight, and around 1000 hits across five sugaring platforms for Miss Y/N. If the FBI turns out to be a letdown, you have a lot of serious offers here, sweetie.” You laughed out loud at how she blasted through and diffused all the tension in your team, without even thinking to introduce herself first. 

“You must be Penelope Garcia. It's nice to meet you.” 

“Not as nice as it is to meet you, I promise.” 

The remainder of the jet ride had been quiet if not restful, the presence of Spencer Reid a disturbingly pretty thorn in your side. 

You'd sneaked glances at him multiple times, not an easy feat on a jet filled with profilers. His fingers had grazed yours as he passed you his file earlier as well, letting you read up on his new character. 

What you found most distracting, though, was the now bare stretch of skin peaking out from his shirt collar. 

He'd decided to take a nap at some point earlier, and now you silently cursed him for it as you looked at the splash of skin distractedly. 

You could press your lips there and work your way up to his lips. Or you could go in the opposite direction and have more fun, you reminded yourself. 

It seemed that image had you waking up, jerking upright so that you would not let that go any further.

This was your job. You were a professional, an FBI agent. 

You weren't allowed to imagine giving this man a blow job on government time. You'd have to save that thought for after the case was closed, and you could go your separate ways, you thought.

Landing was easy  and you moved straight into dress fittings and practising your story for the party later that night. 

Which meant a blissful few hours without the distraction of Spencer Reid. 

Luckily for you, the first dress they'd given you to wear had turned out to be a good fit, showcasing some of your more prominent assets. 

It hugged your body tight, but it wasn't uncomfortable, showing off a generous amount of cleavage and leg as well. It wasn't quite scandalous, but you knew it was definitely the kind of outfit that would stick out like a sore thumb at a socialite dinner. 

Which meant it was perfect for baiting the unsub.

By 7pm, you'd been outfitted, prepped, and deposited in the back of a limousine with Spencer Reid, and you were right back at square one trying not to climb him then and there. 

His outfit choice had been slightly harder, apparently, given his taller frame, but the three piece suit they'd given him was do perfect it was hard to tell it wasn't tailored to his measurements. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked, whispering the words in your ear as he stroked your hand. Although the limousine driver was an undercover NYPD detective, you'd both been told to get into character as quickly as possible. 

There were a series of other undercover agents being placed throughout the party tonight - Hotch was going in as a representative of the District Attorney's office, a few NYPD detectives were serving guests drinks and food, and Rossi had managed to get an invite as himself. 

Morgan was left running surveillance in the van outside. 

Because of your outfit and the nature of the unsubs attacks, there had been no point in trying to put a wire on you at this point in time. It'd take him a week of surveillance to pick you up anyway. Tonight would just be the start of his hunt. 

So you let Spencer stroke your hand, fingers locked in his as you gave him a smile, and tried not to imagine them wrapped around his cock. 

“Just a little. I think it's the dress  shows off a bit more than I'm used to.” He took a second to glance down your body, as if he'd been waiting for your permission until now, and you watched his eyes pause over your chest and at where the hem sat at the top of your thighs, dangerously close to bearing everything.

“You look… beautiful. I think our unsub will like it, at least.” 

You tried to hide your disappointment as he pulled his hand away, ready to open the door as the car pulled up to your destination. 

You surveyed the room as you walked in, trying to memorise every particularly leering smile from men as you made your way to your seat. 

After half an hour, though, it seemed like catching your guy was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. Or a creep in a room full of creeps. 

It seemed like every man who talked to Spencer only glanced at you to stare down your dress, a few even attempting to pat your back and let their hands drift south.

If it weren't for the sake of the job, you'd have sucker punched some of the richest men in New York City by now. And you'd have enjoyed it. 

Politely detaching himself from conversation, Spencer guided you away to the dance floor for a second. You'd planned it this way for when you needed some time privately to discuss potential suspects. 

A few other couples glided around the floor as you stood chest to chest with Spencer, surprised how confidently he was handling the caseload. 

His hands took their places, one on your hip, the other gripping your own as you both began to sway side to side. 

“Any ideas?” He whispered in your ear as you moved delicately. 

“Your 10 o’clock. Younger son of the Johnson family. He’s been sat glaring at me for 10 minutes despite his mother's attempts to network for him.” 

“It fits the profile, absent father, overbearing mother. He has obvious disdain for you. Is there anyone else?” His words were hot against your skin as you looked up at him, finding your lips surprisingly close as your bodies continued swaying together. 

“Half of the men in this room have undressed me with their eyes, the other half actually tried to put their hands on me when they were talking to you.” He stiffened at that, breaking eye contact as his eyes flashed with sudden emotion. 

His hand slid from your waist further down to stroke your ass slightly as he watched the crowd to see anyone taking offence at his sudden bold display of affection. 

At least that was what you assumed he was doing  as you too began to glance around, watching for anyone watching you, confident that Hotch, Rossi, and the others would do the same. 

When his hand on your ass pulled you closer into him, though, you weren't so sure. 

“Spencer, what are you-” You started in confusion, noticing that his gaze had returned to you. More specifically, that it had returned to your chest, as he stared down at how your breasts looked, pushed up against his chest as they were. 

He encouraged your other hand to wrap around his shoulder, freeing his other hand to land on your ass again as he pulled you closer still. 

You'd almost stopped moving, certain that having his body pressed against yours in every place hardly counted as dancing. You opened your mouth to say as much when you felt something twitch against your thigh. A low groan slipped from Spencer's lips as he adjusted your positions slightly as you felt something hard shift against your leg. 

“Do you seriously have a boner right now?” You whispered, as much in exasperation as in excitement. 

Spencer Reid was grinding his boner into you in front of a room full of people, and you felt like you'd just won the lottery. 

“I'm sorry, natural reaction. You look so hot tonight, and then your hands were all over me.” He rambled slightly in his explanations, mortification clear on his face as he tried to apologise. 

“It's okay.” You whispered in his ear, pulling yourself up on your toes softly to press a chaste kiss to his lips. 

If you just so happened to rub up against him going up and down, eliciting another deep groan for the man, then so be it. 

“Y/N…” He whispered you name like a prayer and it almost convinced you that there was no one else in the room. 

“Spencer, there's no way our unsub is going to approach us if you have that thing tenting your pants.” You kept your voice low as your hands trailed down his chest. Pushing one further, you gently rubbed over his clothed member as if accentuating your point. 

“We need to solve this problem, don't you think?” 

His jaw clenched as he contemplated your words, trying not to let any other sounds out. His nod was barely perceptible, but within seconds you were glancing around the room for a quick exit, and in another minute, you'd slipped through a service entrance  and out through some corridors into a dimly lit alleyway. 

As soon as you were cloaked in darkness, Spencer was on you. 

Whirling you around, he backed you into the wall until your back was pressed into it, and his lips were on yours. 

You moaned helplessly into the kiss, hands finding his chest again and moving south even as he began exploring your body. 

“This is an important case, and we're about to blow it because I can't keep my hands off you,” he whispered between kisses, lips trailing down your neck. 

“Do you know how crazy we both must be?” 

“I know exactly how crazy for you I am, Reid. Now, please let me suck your dick.” You moaned the words as his fingers found their way into your panties, stroking your clit. 

“Y/N, I'm trying to talk sense into us here.” He groaned as your fingers fumbled with his pant buttons, hand sliding into the material to wrap around his cock.

“How much sense are you talking with your fingers inside me?” You panted, willing him to just fully let go and let you both enjoy yourselves. 

“While we're out here, Hotch and Rossi are inside, noting down anyone who takes particular offence to our exit. We can enjoy ourselves and catch a better lead.” You started slowly pumping him then, as he pushed closer into you, allowing you to reach more of him at this different angle.

His head dropped to your shoulder as he breathed out a laugh. 

“Right, this will help.” He tried to convince yourself, and you grinned in victory, rocking your hips against his hand to find your release sooner. 

Until he withdrew his hand and used it to grasp your own, halting your movements. 

“Spencer?” You pouted slightly, but he pressed another kiss to your lips  this time forceful and demanding, to guess begging permission to enter and dominate you. 

You gladly accepted him into your mouth, even as you felt him pushing up your skirt, letting the material ride higher as it had been trying to do all night. 

Making sure you were steady against the brick wall, he pulled your hips up and around his, pushing your panties to the side as he pushed inside of you. 

The stretch was maddening. Everywhere he touched became hot against the cool night breeze as he began his frenzied strokes into you. 

You lost all capability for speech, which was probably for the best, as you were sure you'd only ask for him to do more disgusting things to you eventually. 

His mouth slid to the top of your breasts as they bounced with each thrust, waiting to claim a nipple in his mouth when one eventually came free of the offending material. 

“Such a little slut, begging to suck my dick. Maybe next time, princess.” You screamed and arched your back as he finally bit down around your nipple, soothing the skin with his tongue as he licked and suckled there. 

His other hand fell to your clit again, pushing you to the edge as you finally came on his cock. 

He didn't stop though, powering through as you tightened around him, moaning wantonly as his thrusts hit deeper still.

“Let's see what our unsub thinks when he sees my cum dripping out of you,” he whispered again, as he too let himself go, releasing spurt after spurt of cum inside of you. 

Making sure you were strong enough, he set you back down on the ground, keeping an arm wrapped around you protectively as you smoothed your clothes back into place. 

You helped him button his pants as he smoothed your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear before ducking in for one more sweet kiss. 

“I'm sorry that I couldn't let you, uh, perform orally,” he blushed again, his ears that same shade of red you noticed earlier as he guided you back inside. “I think someone would have noticed if I'd ruined your makeup that much.”

You practically choked on your own spit as you finally slipped back into the dance hall.

“Next time,” you said, making sure to finish the conversation you'd started. “We’ll have more privacy.” 

[ureternalmajesty]

Let It Go || Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid x female!reader

Words: 903

Summary: Young love that went wrong. This relationship you have with Spencer has reached its breaking point. So you have no choice but to abandon dreams and feelings you once had but it’s time to move on.

Authors note: I apologize before hand because this is an angst ☺️

18+ and this wasn’t proofread at all

“Looking pretty boy where you going tonight?” Derek called out to Spencer who was grabbing his coat of the back of his chair.

“Got plans.” The response was short and simple not giving out to much information to the man. “Oh my gosh it’s a girl isn’t it?” Penelope spoke up from her place in Morgan’s chair.

Throwing the coat on and walking out they didn’t the smile on his face as he left.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“Spencer over here!” You waved him over from your place in line. “y/n are you cold? I brought gloves?” The look he was giving you was filled with love and worry as he grabbed your hands. “You do realize your hands will freeze off then who will make my coffee mugs?” He whispered placing a kiss to your forehead.

The line started to move and you both went into the venue seeing a band that Spencer knew you liked and spent weeks trying to get tickets and make things perfect. The night went on with you singing along to songs and dancing in the crowd with Spencer smiles on both your faces.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The walking to Spencers was filled with laughter and small talk. Walking side by side lightly shoving one another with a grin on your faces. “Come on I promised to help you with your own coffee mug.”

The sound of classical music was on in the background as you giggled and help Spencer mold the clay for his mug. “It looks like a deformed kidney y/n.” He spoke taking his foot off the pedal the wheel coming to a stop as his hand reached over to the glass of alcohol that you both were sharing. Drunk giggles filling the room as you pointed at the mug. “It’s your first attempt it’s not gonna look perfect Spence.” Giving him a comforting smile.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“Now we're slipping near the edge holding something we don't need all this delusion in our heads is gonna bring us to our knees”

Two years into the relationship and things started to be to get rocky. You both were holding onto to the relationship but you couldn’t speak for Spencer. Holding onto all the pain that he’s caused you. The sneaking out to the park at night to call from pay phones and not wanting you to go the the cafe with him anymore then telling his friends that you aren’t his girlfriend your his friend.

You both keep trying to fix this relationship but it’s so stressful and it’s difficult to keep Spencer to talk things out to fix the relationship. It was to much to the point you called him to meet you in front of the library by that time all you stuff was moved back to your apartment.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“So, come on, let it go, just let it be why don't you be you, and I'll be me? Everything that's broke, leave it to the breeze why don't you be you, and I'll be me? And I'll be me”

It didn’t take long for Spencer to meet you at the library you were sat out front on the water fountain. Nervously twiddling your thumbs. “Hey y/n.” Looking up there stood Spencer in his blue coat and his satchel across his body. “We need to talk Spence this relationship is to stressful and difficult to keep us together and I know you been talking to someone else. So this relationship is over.” You explained to him.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“If this is all we’re living for why are we doing it, doing it, doing it anymore? I used to recognize myself it’s funny how reflections change when we’re becoming something else I think it’s time to walk away”

“What so this relationship isn’t worth it anymore?” Spencer questioned his tone sounded angry and upset. “It’s not when we are trying to work our relationship out and your out at the park talking on a pay phone to lord know who!” You exclaimed trying to make your point. “Do me a favor and let’s call it quits cause I used to could be myself with you Spencer and it was good now I’m someone I don’t even know.” He shut his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. “Okay than…oh your things you’ll need them.” You shook your head. “I moved them back to my apartment and gave your landlord your spare key she said she give them to you when she sees you.” You explained. “I’ll see you around Spence.” You turned and walked off away from him, the relationship, and the library.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“Let the ashes fall, forget about me”

Years passed and you moved on and forgot about your troubled relationship. You were walking down the street with your new boyfriend when you bumped into somebody interrupting your conversation. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean too—Y/n?” You looked up and it was Spencer. His hair was longer and he had stubble on his chin. “Hey Spence long time huh?” You questioned squeezing your boyfriends hand. “Bye.” You side stepped the man and continue talking to your boyfriend and all Spencer could see was them if their relationship went right. The smile on your face, how your hand didn’t fit in his he missed that.

I was told not to write this cause it was sad to one of my friends. But I like to make them suffer 😼

[chrisevansleftpeck]

Troubled Artist

Spencer Reid x Pottery Artist!Reader

Words: 755

Content Warnings: None really, just kissing and dirty talk :) Enjoy!

Round one out of the fire. Your mug just finished cooling on the rack so you carried it over to the table so you could glaze it. You sat it down and began rifling through your can-tin of brushes to pull out a thick fat one with rough bristles. You dipped it in the hot cup of water beside your mug to make it softer then wiped the water dripping from the bristles on a paper towel. 

You got up from your chair and walked to the supply shelf scanning it for the glaze. You kept looking as you heard footsteps in the hallway, assuming it was someone else arriving at the shop to work on their personal pottery. You glimpsed over the shelf once more, spotting the glaze on the second to top shelf. It was a stretch but you tried, tippy toeing up and stretching your arm. Suddenly, two hands snaked their way around your waist lifting you up as you flailed your legs, still managing to knock the glaze off the shelf and into your hands.

The gentle hands let you down easily, wrapping you into their arms. “Hi baby.” The man smelled like honey and books. 

You placed the glaze at your feet, “Hi love.” He hugged you harder, soaking in all the y/n he could get. “Oh, I’m sorry. You might want to let go, there’s wet clay on my apron.”

“Wet, huh?” You blushed a little then ruffled his fluffy hair as you stepped back. He looked down at his knitted vest and frowned. A tiny smudge marked the center of it.

You laughed a little then grabbed his cheeks and kissed him on the lips, “Not so funny now, huh?” You picked up your glaze and walked back over to the table, beginning to twist off the top. Spencer’s eyes seemed to follow your every move, hooked on you. He’d truly follow you to the ends of the earth. 

He continued to stare at you, a sudden smile twisting. Spencer watched as your hands turned red from continuing trying to twist off the glaze’s cap. You notice him starting to giggle, “You gonna help me?”

He walks towards the table and behind your chair, gently placing your hands to the side as he twists the cap off in one fluid motion. He stands behind you as you nod a “thank you” and you grab your brush. You dip it into the foggy transparency and brush the pot. As you continue you feel Spencer’s breath hot on your neck and his hands meet your sides. 

“So pretty when you work.” He whispers in your ear leaving a little trail of kisses from your earlobe to your collarbone. You should push him off but you don’t. 

You continued glazing your mug. You’d been making it for Spencer in the first place. You thought it’d be a nice gift considering the absurd amount of coffee he consumes. 

Your hands start to tingle from thinking, working, painting, and especially from the man kissing your neck. You try to keep a steady hand but it’s nearly impossible when your fingers start shaking. You want Spencer other places than just your neck. 

With slight resistance you place your brush back into the cup of now-warm water. You spin your chair around to face Spencer and cup his pink cheeks. He leans in as you lean out. “I do the work.” You whispered, pulling him in by his chin now and biting at his bottom lip. He liked it when you teased him. 

You finally gave in and kissed him, pulling on his tie as he began to untie your apron. He tossed the apron to the paint-splattered tile ground as he kept his lips connected to yours and lifted you onto the table. You couldn’t seem to pull away from him, even if you wanted to. You did, however, notice the bulge growing in his work pants and decided it was time to leave.

“Let’s get going home.” You whisper as he helps you off the table. 

He whines a little in protest, “But you just got me going.” Spencer gives you a long face, swiping your apron off of the ground and hanging it on the shaky coat stand. 

You grab his shoulders and stop him in his tracks, “And I’ll finish you off at home.” He smiled widely, very interested in your offer. 

“Well why are we still here then,” he threw his arms up as you giggled, “Let’s get home!”

[2000sfm]

any suggestions for roles or reboots that would fit 30+ muses well? either existing or new ones!

we  would  love  more  older  muses  around  here.  some  ideas  for  older  muses  in  existing�� reboots  are  listed  under  the  cut  since  it's  quite  a  long  list.  however  some  other  reboots  that  could  definitely  fit  30+  muses  are  :  13  going  on  30,  legally  blonde,  american  psycho,  mamma  mia,  how  i  met  your  mother,  the  office  &  desperate  housewives  !!

the  vampire  diaries:  alaric  saltzman,  jenna  sommers,  john  gilbert,  meredith  fell,  sybil,  liz  forbes,  lillian  salvatore,  josette  laughlin,  isobel  flemming,  carol  lockwood,  abby  bennett,  pearl,  mikael  mikaelson,  zach  salvatore  &  esther  mikaelson.

the  oc:  alex  kelly,  sandy  cohen,  kirsten  cohen,  julie  cooper,  jimmy  cooper

one  tree  hill:  dan  scott,  keith  scott,  deb  scott,  karen  roe,  quinn  james.

sons  of  anarchy:  jax  teller,  opie  winston,  donna  winston,  gemma  teller-morrow,  clay  morrow,  tara  knowles,  juice  ortiz,  tig  trager,  chibs  telford,  happy,  wendy  case,  half-sack  epps.

gilmore  girls:  sookie  st.  james,  christopher  hayden,  emily  gilmore,  richard  gilmore,  max  medina,  michel  gerard,  mrs.  kim.

pretty  little  liars:  ezra  fitz,  melissa  hastings,  wren  kingston,  ashley  marin,  meredith  sorenson,  veronica  hastings,  ella  montgomery,  byron  montgomery,  ian  thomas,  tom  marin.

sex  and  the  city:  samantha  jones,  charlotte  york,  miranda  hobbes,  mr.  bing,  aiden  shaw.

supernatural:  dean  winchester,  sam  winchester,  jo  harvelle,  bobby  singer,  john  winchester,  mary  winchester,  ruby,  lilith,  castiel,  ellen  harvelle,  jessica  moore.

friends:  phoebe  buffay,  ross  geller  (ross  gang),  janice  hosenstein,  gunther,  mike  hannigan,  carol  willick,  emily  waltham,  susan  bunch,  kathy,  jill  green,  amy  green.

criminal  minds:  spencer  reid,  derek  morgan,  penelope  garcia,  emily  prentiss,  hotch  hotchner,  jason  gideon,  david  rossi,  elle  greenaway.

grey's  anatomy:  lexie  grey,  mark  sloan,  derek  shepherd,  amelia  shepherd,  izzie  stevens,  george  o'malley,  cristina  yang,  alex  karev,  miranda  bailey,  callie  torres,  arizona  robbins,  april  kepner,  jackson  avery,  owen  hunt,  addison  montgomery.

true  blood:  bill  compton,  eric  northman,  lafayette  reynolds,  sam  merlotte,  tara  thorton,  pam,  alcide  heveraux.

jennifers  body:  nikolai  wolff

resident  evil:  chris  redfield,  albert  walker,  jill  valentine,  ada  wong,  barry  burton,  rebecca  chambers,  ashley  graham.

scream:  gale  weathers,  dewey  riley.

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RAISING THE CUP TO HER LIPS and made a face at the mixed drink , she'd never get used to the taste of whiskey . her eyes darted about , she felt like a chaperone at a high school dance and maybe she kind of was . rosewick wasn't necessarily a place known for drama free parties . it felt like eyes were on her and she had to keep telling herself she was just being paranoid for no reason , she was safe there were roses there . raising the cup up again she pulled her phone out of her pocket to send tommy a text ' still alive . love you . ' hitting the send button she turned the screen off and slipped her phone back into her pocket . it was by chance that erin spotted the young anarchy member , it should've been a red flag that she was even there but it was collette and she missed her . " hey there little mouse . " she wasn't spencer clay anymore and it was awfully bold of her to even approach the other .

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Anne was dressing for a concert at the White Sands Hotel. The guests had got it up in aid of the Charlottetown hospital, and had hunted out all the available amateur talent in the surrounding districts to help it along. Bertha Sampson and Pearl Clay of the White Sands Baptist choir had been asked to sing a duet; Milton Clark of Newbridge was to give a violin solo; Winnie Adella Blair of Carmody was to sing a Scotch ballad; and Laura Spencer of Spencervale and Anne Shirley of Avonlea were to recite.

As Anne would have said at one time, it was “an epoch in her life,” and she was deliciously athrill with the excitement of it. Matthew was in the seventh heaven of gratified pride over the honor conferred on his Anne and Marilla was not far behind, although she would have died rather than admit it, and said she didn’t think it was very proper for a lot of young folks to be gadding over to the hotel without any responsible person with them.

Anne and Diana were to drive over with Jane Andrews and her brother Billy in their double-seated buggy; and several other Avonlea girls and boys were going too. There was a party of visitors expected out from town, and after the concert a supper was to be given to the performers.

“Do you really think the organdy will be best?” queried Anne anxiously.“I don’t think it’s as pretty as my blue-flowered muslin—and itcertainly isn’t so fashionable.” and frilly and clinging. The muslin is stiff, and makes you look toodressed up. But the organdy seems as if it grew on you.” Anne sighed and yielded. Diana was beginning to have a reputation for notable taste in dressing, and her advice on such subjects was much sought after. She was looking very pretty herself on this particular night in a dress of the lovely wild-rose pink, from which Anne was forever debarred; but she was not to take any part in the concert, so her appearance was of minor importance. All her pains were bestowed upon Anne, who, she vowed, must, for the credit of Avonlea, be dressed and combed and adorned to the Queen’s taste.

"But it suits you ever so much better," said Diana. "It's so soft"

“Pull out that frill a little more—so; here, let me tie your sash; now for your slippers. I’m going to braid your hair in two thick braids, and tie them halfway up with big white bows—no, don’t pull out a single curl over your forehead—just have the soft part. There is no way you do your hair suits you so well, Anne, and Mrs. Allan says you look like a Madonna when you part it so. I shall fasten this little white house rose just behind your ear. There was just one on my bush, and I saved it for you.”

“Shall I put my pearl beads on?” asked Anne. “Matthew brought me a string from town last week, and I know he’d like to see them on me.”

Diana pursed up her lips, put her black head on one side critically, and finally pronounced in favor of the beads, which were thereupon tied around Anne’s slim milk-white throat.

“There’s something so stylish about you, Anne,” said Diana, with unenvious admiration. “You hold your head with such an air. I suppose it’s your figure. I am just a dumpling. I’ve always been afraid of it, and now I know it is so. Well, I suppose I shall just have to resign myself to it.”

“But you have such dimples,” said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. “Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn’t complain. Am I all ready now?”

“All ready,” assured Diana, as Marilla appeared in the doorway, a gaunt figure with grayer hair than of yore and no fewer angles, but with a much softer face. “Come right in and look at our elocutionist, Marilla. Doesn’t she look lovely?”

Marilla emitted a sound between a sniff and a grunt.

“She looks neat and proper. I like that way of fixing her hair. But I expect she’ll ruin that dress driving over there in the dust and dew with it, and it looks most too thin for these damp nights. Organdy’s the most unserviceable stuff in the world anyhow, and I told Matthew so when he got it. But there is no use in saying anything to Matthew nowadays. Time was when he would take my advice, but now he just buys things for Anne regardless, and the clerks at Carmody know they can palm anything off on him. Just let them tell him a thing is pretty and fashionable, and Matthew plunks his money down for it. Mind you keep your skirt clear of the wheel, Anne, and put your warm jacket on.”

Then Marilla stalked downstairs, thinking proudly how sweet Anne looked, with that. Lucy Maud Montgomery quotes- Anne Of Green Gables.

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Oh I Could Bury You Alive

in which there is no angst? astounding

Characters: Clay, Cylas

Words: 1947

Content warnings: talk about murder, torture, the usual

divider by frankarcherhater, silkholland, and firefly-graphics

It luckily hadn’t taken too long for them to find somewhere to stop, and since the sun had already started to set, they at least had avoided the worst of the heat. Cylas was sitting on the floor, next to their captive’s still unconscious form. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” she asked for the probably tenth time, watching Clay dig the hole that would become their victims final resting place. 

He rolled his eyes, “Yes, I’m sure. Don’t have anything else for digging anyway. You just sit there and look pretty.” 

Cylas threw a handful of dirt into his approximate direction and snorted, “If you say so.” 

So, she went back to watching him. Twirling her knife in her hand, throwing it and catching it again, whittling random twigs she found. It was quiet, except for the sound of the shovel splitting the soil, being lifted up, and the dirt then hitting the pile that had formed. At this point, the sunlight had turned more reddish in hue, moving on from dark orange and into pink. The current colour however was more similar to blood. Coincidentally, just as the thought had crossed her mind, the man next to her began to stir. 

Clay, who must’ve heard the muffled groans, straightened up and stretched his arms out over his head, “You gonna just... kill him?” 

She raised her brows at his question, “I mean, yeah? Shocking, I know.” 

“Haha, very funny,” he replied, “I was just wondering what happened to the whole ‘some people don’t deserve a quick and painless death’ thing? Not saying I’m a specialist on Cylas-Keir-behaviour but this does seem somewhat uncharacteristic.” 

She shrugged, “I dunno. Just don’t wanna bother you, I guess? Subject you to all the noise and blood and stuff.” 

“It’s not like I gotta watch,” he huffed, “And I don’t mind some whining or screaming. As long as you don’t throw any entrails or severed appendages down here I’ll be fine.” 

“Ah, damn,” she said sarcastically, “Just when I had planned to remove every last of his organs, collect them in a bucket, and empty it over you.” 

He grimaced a little at her comment. “Come on, go cutting around at him or whatever. You’re even more annoying when you’re trying to resist your sadistic urges.” 

“You know nothing,” she said with a snort, “I am being pleasant right now. If you think this is annoying, try not to run into me when I’m seriously stressed. People have said I can be insufferable under those circumstances.” 

“Well, then let’s not risk getting to that point,” he responded, “I gotta continue here, this hole isn’t gonna dig itself.” 

She stopped playing with her knife and Clay returned to his self-assigned task. The man was squirming, making muffled noises behind his gag, seemingly having regained some kind of fight now that death did seem close. She couldn’t have that. She could not have him fear death. But she wasn’t sure if she’d have enough time, or the means, to change his mind. 

After a quick look around to possibly help her find inspiration, she stood up and walked over to her backpack. There was all kinds of stuff in it, but she was looking for one specific thing – metal tent stakes she had once found just lying in the middle of the woods, along with a torn tent. However, this time she’d repurpose them for a more important matter. 

Fully aware that she was probably once again overdoing it, she dragged the man’s writhing body a little away from where Clay was working, trying to make it so they weren’t in his direct line of sight, before dropping the victim’s arms and straddling his torso. She looked down at his gaunt face, hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, his fearful and desperate expression – this was the same guy she had cowered before, who’d made her cry and beg countless times. Now he was just a miserable, pathetic shell of a human. 

Without further delay, she cut through the zip ties binding his wrist and forced his arms back over his head, hands lying on top of each other. Then, she grabbed one of the stakes and smiled down at the man, who had started laughable weak attempts to throw her off. 

“Aw, don’t worry, sweetie. This will hopefully hurt. A lot, maybe. If I am lucky.” 

The stake in place, she next reached for a hammer she'd had with her other tools, and began driving the metal object through the man’s hands into the ground. His struggles intensified but still hardly moved her while his screams were almost inaudible. Cylas felt like a weight lifted off her chest when the first droplets of blood welled up, and the feeling of cartilage and bone being crushed, forced to make way for the foreign object. It was calming, almost meditative. Some part of her had apparently really craved this, just not enough to be noticable yet. The stress of having been back to that underground prison and being around her former captor must have affected her more than she had noticed. Once she had gotten the stakes about as far as possible, she looked back down to check on her victim and found he had started to cry.  

“Oh, don’t cry, you’ll dehydrate,” she said with an overtly sweet voice, “And I can’t exactly give you something to drink now, can I? In this position you’ll only choke on it.” 

He didn’t react, obviously, there wasn’t much he could do. Next, she went to secure his legs in a similar fashion, although she kept them a little apart, not yet sure in what direction and how far she wanted to go. Even though Clay had kind of given her the go ahead, she didn’t want to make him too uncomfortable. 

Ultimately, she kept it quite simple and superficial. She didn’t have a proper way to cauterise wounds, but wanted what little suffering she could inflict to last. If the man was going to die, it was going to be on her terms. There were some cuts – not exactly superficial but not deep enough that he’d bleed out, and she did poke around in them a little, or tore on the edges, the usual. He also did end up losing a few parts of his fingers, a tip here, the top two links there, maybe one down to the knuckle, but nothing too big. 

She was so engrossed in her work, that she didn’t even here Clay approach, until he called her name, “Cy? How’s it going? I’m done over there.” 

“Oh, hang on a sec,” she replied, sitting back on her heels where she was kneeling next to the victim’s torso, “I’m ready when you are, just gotta finish him off, I guess.” 

“Actually, I had an idea,” Clay said, a sinister smirk on his lips. 

Cylas tilted her head, surprised at his expression. That one was new. “I am listening.” 

“Alright, I hope I’m not overstepping with this, but... you said he buried you alive, even if only by accident, right?” 

“Ah, yeah. Hence why I’m still here,” she replied, studying his face and trying to figure out what he was thinking. 

“Okay, so, although we don’t have a coffin or anything like it, I figured that there is no necessity to drop him in the hole already dead. I mean, he won’t be going anywhere either way, especially now,” he paused to glance at the man’s mutilated form, “And we could stick around a while longer to make sure he’s not coming back. Though I don’t think he’d survive until the grave is filled up again, he’ll probably have suffocated by then.” 

Now it was Cylas turn to smile, “I like the way you think.” 

“Guess you’re not the only one being influenced by the other,” Clay replied. 

She snorted, “We’re that ‘well, I could make them worse’ meme or trope or whatever you call it.” 

“Nothing like being a bad influence on each other,” he said, “Ultimate friendship goals.” 

“Just some pals hanging out in the woods, digging graves, inflicting some pain, and burying living people. The usual.” 

Clay let out a chuckle and looked at her with a fondness that would have seemed inappropriate for the situation if they had been anyone else. However, they were kind-of-killers standing next to a soon-to-be-dead man, Cylas covered in blood, Clay mostly just soil and dirt. 

“Shame we don’t got any drinks with us,” he sighed wistfully, and she rolled her eyes. “I actually brought some cola from the fridge in that hellhole when I went back to get some tools and shit.” 

He raised an eyebrow, “For real?” 

“Yes,” she confirmed, “Don’t you pay attention to me?” 

“Well, not quite the drinks I was referring to, but-” 

Cylas cut him off, “I don’t gotta share with you. Didn’t even say I would.” 

“Careful there, little girl. I could just leave you here, all alone in the dark woods,” he teased. 

“Or you could go fuck yourself,” she responded without skipping a beat, “I’m not scared of the dark and can always just hitch a ride. Not that hard to find the road from here, and if all else fails I could make it back to the complex as well. Even got a bed there – a different one, and a shower, bathtub... so, yeah, your threat means nothing.” 

“Okay, okay, whatever you say, shortie,” he said, motioning back to their victim, “You gonna free him or do you need a big strong man to help you?” 

She huffed a laugh, “I don’t need help, but maybe the big strong men could still find it in himself to assist in this monumental task of removing a couple metal stakes. Unless it’ll make you sick.” 

For the last part, her voice actually took on a serious tone and she looked up at Clay questioningly. 

“I think I’ll be fine,” he replied, “But thanks for making sure.” 

“’Course, can’t have you pass out on me or something, and vomit is gross.” 

They threw the body into the hole without much fanfare, and despite Clay’s objections, Cylas insisted on filling the grave back up. Still, even missing a shovel, Clay did help as far as possible. Once they were done, it was well past midnight, and Cylas couldn’t stop her yawning. 

“You sure you wanna stick around?” Clay asked, grabbing some cola from the car. 

“Just a little while, not for hours,” she replied, carefully unscrewing the bottle he’d handed her, “I’m always tired and yawn a lot, you should know that by now. Or do you wanna leave? One of us has to drive, and it’d be best if the driver wasn’t about to pass out then.” 

He snorted, “Don’t worry, I’ve been up for longer periods of time than this. Not all of us fall asleep as soon as they’re placed in a moving vehicle like a fucking toddler.” 

“I stand with my earlier point: Go fuck yourself.” 

“Do it yourself, you coward,” he retorted and she rolled her eyes. 

“I’ll kick you in the balls when you least expect it.” 

He shrugged her comment off. “I mean, maybe I’m into that.” 

She facepalmed, “Okay, tmi, I don’t wanna know.” 

After that, they fell into a comfortable silence, just staring ahead and each lost in their own thoughts. When Clay had finished the bottle, he went to ask Cylas if she was ready to leave – only to find that she’d fallen asleep against his shoulder. 

“Yep, an oversized toddler.” 

Cylas stirred at the sound of his voice, blinking up at him. “Fuck you.” 

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Wow just WOW thank you to the cast and crew of Seal Team for a wonderful season finale!

Yes I know people are still upset about Clay’s death but realistically I understand Max couldn’t star on two shows at the same time so Clay being written off was in the cards (still would have preferred Stella’s dream life for them but like Mick Jagger said ‘you can’t always get what you want’).

So the big conspiracy for Mail wasn’t a double agent or anything that evil. It was a lazy Lt. Colonel who didn’t change the radio frequencies when he was supposed to and the cover up was to cover one of their own’s ass.

This episode was a beautiful thank you to Max and set up some great storylines for Season 7 starting with at the medal ceremony when Jason announced that he had TBI, Sonny decking that colonel, Jason going before the brass above his declaration, and his brothers joining him starting with Ray and him admitting he is suffering with PTS.

Then when all the other Seal Team members come in to disclose their medical issues. What a wonderful tribute to Clay!!!

Will Sonny be charged for assaulting that Colonel? What will the brass do now that so many of their operators spoke up? Will Ray really retire? What will happen at Spencer House and how much do I love that they renamed the center after Clay.

As usual David and Neil hit for the cycle and ran the fucking bases like nobody business in this episode!!! I still don’t see how these two haven’t been nominated for Emmys and their performances on this show!!

Loved the scene with Alona and David too. Jason needed to hear Stella and she wasn’t backing down either. That was the one thing she could do for her husband…to help his brother.

The recurring characters obviously don’t get as much screen time as the regulars but my god what they do with those scenes!! Yes, I’m a huge fan of Alona’s but what she was able to convey in those short scenes shows what a wonderful character actor she has grown into.

Alona and Parisa are so amazing as Stella and Naima! Sadly I’m guessing this was Alona’s farewell episode even if the show is renewed.

Anyway I keeping my fingers crossed for a season 7!!

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THE MAN WHO FELL TO EARTH || 1.06 ‘CHANGES’

[Image: Nine stacked gifs from The Man Who Fell to Earth.

Lisa: That tornado wasn’t real. Spencer clenches his fists in frustration. Spencer: What are you saying? Lisa: I mean, it was real, but it didn’t occur naturally. There’s lead and silver iodide in the soil samples from the site, from where the tornado touched down. It was cloud-seeded. Spencer: Wait, are you suggesting that Newton made the tornado appear? Lisa: Well, China does it all the time to boost crops. Fly a drone into the clouds, ignite a lightning storm. It’s weirdly pretty straightforward. Spencer: Oh, that is really... That is really smart. God damn. He needed a lot of electrical interference, and so he created a tornado. Fuck! Is he dropping houses on people’s sisters, too?]

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location: lincoln park

"Okay, I know the whole pottery thing didn't work out, on account of the— my toxic relationship with clay," gesturing in a wide arc with the takeout coffee cup in hand, other arm looped through Spencer's, Corrie blew out a huff of breath. The park and its tree-lined path weren't the subject of her exasperation by a long shot, of course, but directing that same sweep to the friend at her side hardly seemed fair, and the pottery studio at the root of it all was nowhere in sight. Though that was hardly the point in her brief foray into complaining anyway, and Corrie was quick to move on and chirp, "but I heard they're doing one of those paint and sips classes across town next weekend. But it isn't wine? It's 'artisanal tea' and charcuterie boards. Personally, I think we should go. I'll be better at this!" She paused there, just to grin, and to bump him with her hip, "I have to be."

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