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[foxy-eva]

Sub!Spencer Headcanons

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Sub!Spencer, Dom!Reader, mentions nicknames, praise kink, punishment, begging, edging/orgasm control, mild degradation

You noticed early on how much effect it had on Spencer when you'd take over control and playfully call him good boy in the bedroom. When he finally opens up about his desires, you make sure that he feels safe enough to tell you about everything he yearns for.

He wants nothing more than to be able to stop thinking and just be there to please you. More than once has he fallen down to his knees to practically beg you to let him forget everything but you.

He is very good at listening and following your demands. You reward him with endless praise, telling him how amazing he does and how pretty he looks with his widened eyes and his cheeks all rosy.

He loves when you take control over his pleasure, edging him for what feels like hours until he begs you to allow him to finish. In those moment when he seems so pitiful and pathetic and all his moans have turned into whimpers and sobs, you truly know how much Spencer trusts you to always take care of him.

He loves to be good for you, to do everything you ask him to. The only thing his struggles with is patience, he's always a little bit too eager (or desperate). But he knows that you'd only ever punish him in ways that are very pleasurable for the both of you.

When you have him at the point where any coherent thought has long left his brain, you like to tease him about it. It amazes you how it only takes a few moments to turn him from a boy wonder to your personal good boy.

After making him fall apart all night you love nothing more but to carefully put him back together again. You like to hold him inside your arms, his head on your chest, while you whisper sweet nothings into his soft curls. In those moments he craves your touch more than anything else in the world.

Even when he's all spent and exhausted his will to please doesn't stop, so he doesn't question it when you tell him to have a glass of water and some snacks or to get into the shower with you.

He can also be stubborn at times, insisting that it's his job to provide aftercare, too. So more often than not you end up taking care of one another, making each other feel loved and safe.

Thank you for reading! If you are you looking for more Sub!Spencer content check out my stories Debut, Lipstick Stains and Teaching & Teasing

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[jennas-stuffs]

our little secret: mission impossible

TW: unprotected sex, piv, fingering, hickey-making, nipple-sucking, brief head (fem receiving), fluff, fem reader.

authors note: this is my first time writing smut so i’m definitely open to tips and constructive criticism 😭

i can’t believe i’m saying this but im actually excited about a college class this year. i’ve always loved criminology, i watched basically every tv series there is containing it growing up. so it’s safe to say i didn’t hate the actual subject my last three years, i just hated the professor. ok sure i doze off every now and then but i know my stuff. it’s just that, he doesn’t believe i do. just because he’s some super genius only a year older than me and already teaching people doesn’t mean that he gets to be the only smart one. enough about him because my complaints have finally been heard and the administration finally finally let me switch classes. i can finally be rid of him. i walk into class with my head up high only to find my posture slump down and my smile fade into a frown.

“hello again y/n, you didn’t think you would get rid of me that easily huh?”

what the actual fuck. what the fuck happened.

“i thought i was switching classes.” i say with my jaw shut tight

“i promised the admins that they wouldn’t have to do all that because i would make it work. also it doesn’t look too good for me when one of my students transfers out my class because we were having ‘altercations.’

the sound of every word out of his mouth is almost identical to the sound of nails on a chalkboard. i nod so he can shut up and angrily stomp to a seat. out of spite, i nap my way through his class and to my surprise i wake up to the sound of the bell signaling my next class. i wake up confused, “why didn’t he wake me up? he always does, he loves disturbing my beauty sleep.” i shake it off and pick up the class paperwork i’ll have to make up along with my homework. a week passes by with undisturbed sleep, this is just getting weird. maybe this is what he meant by making it work. if it is, i’ll have to stay i expected more from him. hes so professional and strict, as would anyone expect coming from an ex-fbi agent. i mean this guy literally saw people die in front of him, and didn’t one of the serial killers set him up to be put in jail? what does he think he’s doing letting me sleep in his class? i should confront him. if he wants me in his class, he’s gonna have to earn it. he thought he could have the easy way out with me, oh no no no. i make a plan to set an appointment with him at the end of the day.

his office is neat and organized like i expected. too bad his freakishly tidy desk is gonna get a glimpse of this sleep deprived, angsty, college student.

we sit down and he quickly releases an exhale.

“so i’m assuming this meeting is about our non-existent altercations, because your grades are great, y/n. i haven’t started a feud just yet so what’s going on?”

i stand up rapidly, pushing my seat backwards. i slam my hand on his desk, leaving a mark on his papers, not like i care though.

“good job figuring that one out professor genius. so listen up. if you think just letting me sleep thorough your class is gonna prevent me from complaining to the admins again, think again. you probably think this is the easy way out so you don’t have to actually work it out with me well guess what. that’s extremely unprofessional. and in all honesty i expected more from you. im disappointed, professor reid. i guess your retired days from the fbi really tore you down huh? you don’t have that same spark in you- you”

“i know about your nightmares y/n.”

…

“what?”

“i’m retired from the fbi, correct. from the behavioral analysis unit. i can still profile people you know. from what i’ve noticed, you barley get any sleep and run on coffee. the work you miss in class you use as an excuse to stay up late at night to procrastinate on the sleep you know will wake you up in cold sweat the next morning. the only good sleep you seem to get, is the one in my class. see, i used to mind the fact that you were just sleeping though my lectures but it’s never interfered with your grade. so, i figured since it’s your last year of college and all i would allow my period to be your nap time.”

…

i sit down shamefully and shrink in my seat. i’m so embarrassed. he was just trying to help me and i snapped at him. i feel like an idiot.

“im so sorry. and thank you. thank you so much.”

one more word and i’ll burst out crying. i quickly pick up my bag and head for the door. but my wrist is grabbed by a warm hand.

“wait, y/n?”

i turn around to meet his eyes and pray he doesn’t notice the extra liquid in them.

i clear my throat, “yes professor reid?”

my wrist hasn’t been released yet.

“are you getting help for the- you know.”

“um i used to when i was little and it helped and they went away, but it came back.”

“when?”

“since i started college.”

“can you sit back down please, i just want to talk.”

here he is being so helpful and i’ve been hating him this whole time. when he wasn’t worried for my grades, he was worried for my sleep, and when he isn’t worried for my sleep, he’s worried for my mental health. i feel like such a petty bitch.

my wrist is released and we sit down.

we talk for hours and hours and he tells me stories of when he was an agent. i’ve never laughed so much in my life. we trade in our top worst and best moments in our lives when he realizes…

“wait so, sorry, if this is crossing a line and feel free to not answer but you’ve had boyfriends. but you’ve never had sex?”

“yeahh that’s accurate. it’s just everytime i think about someone seeing me naked i just get tense, like, just the thought of it makes me squirm.”

“so you have body image issues?”

“woww way to be slick with that one profiler, but sure, i guess.”

he laughs. and this laugh was different from all the other ones because it was this laugh i realized i don’t hate his voice anymore. it actually sounds, nice.

“so you’re telling me you’ve tried everything, all your therapists have given you medication and nothing really stuck?”

“i’m a lost cause doc.”

“don’t say that.”

…

“you know you haven’t tried everything.”

“sex makes me barf. no way.”

“hey a pretty girl like you can easily find some college guy to mess around with. don’t be so closed minded y/n.”

“mhm because you’ve had so much experience.”

his face goes pink.

“how did you know?”

“what? no i was kidding. wait. you’ve never had sex either? YOU HYPOCRITE!”

“it’s much easier said than done.”

“hey, a handsome guy like yourself can easily find some girl to mess around with. don’t be so closed minded professor.”

“spencer”

“what?”

“in my office, you can call me spencer”

“okay, spencer, how about we make a deal.”

“what kind of deal?” he says with a raised eyebrow

“the first to have sex is the better person because they are not a hypocrite.”

“that sounds like mission impossible but. ok. fine. deal.”

“REALLY? i was just joking but OKAY DEAL.”

we shake hands and i go back to my dorm and sleep. i slept, better, that night.

we check in with each other everyday to see if the other person won yet.

“has mission impossible been completed professor?”

“nope. what about you y/n?”

“nope.”

that’s not all we did, though. we went out to cafes to talk about life and how us virgins are channeling that sex energy into some other thing. seeing professor reid, i mean spencer, outside of school was weird. all of sudden his eyes were easier to look into. i just couldnt get enough of them. it was like i was drowning in them. don’t get me started on that voice paired with that cute face. i could just snuggle myself up into each word that came out of his mouth. but we had that same check up conversation everyday after class for a whole month until…

“hey y/n?”

“yeah?”

“are you free by the end of the day i wanna talk to you in my office”

“what happened to meeting up at the cafe? wait. did i miss an assignment? i’m so sorry i’ll make it up i swear.”

he smiles and laughs. that beautiful laugh. “no no i just wanna talk in a more private setting. you know how people can eavesdrop in cafes.”

“oh yeah sure i’ll see you then.”

“see you.”

WHY DID I SAY SURE? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME. THAT WHOLE REASON WHY I NEEDED US TO BE IN A CAFE WAS BECAUSE IT WAS PUBLIC. i can’t help myself when i see him. i know it’s wrong because he’s my teacher but he’s just a year older? i’m trying to justify these feelings for him but i can’t. i can’t help it. he’s so nice to me and i don’t deserve it, i just wanna repay him. no,nonononono. i can’t. not in that way. i have a meeting with him and it’s in his office so it’s strictly professional.

…

“hey y/n”

“hi professor”

he raises an eyebrow.

“hi spencerr, ” i say as i roll my eyes.

“ok good so uh.”

he pulls his chair and adjusts mine so that we’re sitting face to face, with no desk in the middle. god, this is gonna be a long meeting for me.

“i think we’re gonna have to switch your class”

“what?! why! we just started getting along don’t ruin it now!”

truthfully, i wouldn’t mind. all this tension i felt would definitely tone down if i didn’t see him so much. but i wanna see him, i love the butterflies he give me. it’s just so annoying i can’t do anything to ‘relieve’ them.

“well we’re just too friendly now, there’s barley any teacher-student boundaries.”

“are you serious. YOU’RE THAT ONE THAT INSISTS I CALL YOU BY YOUR FIRST NAME.”

he smiles “it’s not only that”

“you’ve chewed up my heart by making me switch classes, so, spit it out.”

“i think i like you.”

my heart feels like it’s gonna pop out of my chest, my pussy throbes and my stomach get butterflies. i get this overwhelming feeling of kissing him. but i can’t. we can’t. we shouldn’t. i look to the door and i look back at him. i stand up and walk up to the door, and lock it. i close the blinds and look at him.

“i like you too spencer.”

he grabs me by the waist and pins me to the door. we’re half a centimeter away from each others lips. looking at each others eyes and looking back down at each others lips.

“we shouldn’t.”

he nods, “we shouldn’t”

we slam each others lips against each other, making me let out the dirtiest of moans. he looks down on me and watches me unfold underneath him.

“you’re just a hot mess for me hm?”

i whimper and notice the throbbing feeling in my pussy intensify. it’s a hot steamy make out scene in his pretty little office, and i wonder how badly we can mess it up.

“spencer?” i gasp, barley having enough breath between kisses.

“fuck. say my name again please y/n.”

i moan, “spencer”

“again baby”

i cry out “spencer”

he says in his sweet voice “yes y/n?”

“fuck me.” i say in a whimper

and with those two words he kicks off his shoes and kisses me again. i mirror him taking off his clothes, working is way down, and up. once we’re both completely stripped he takes a second to look me up and down.

“you’re beautiful. all this time you’ve been hiding this?”

he bends his knees in front of me and kisses my breasts. i giggle at the feeling it gives me, similar to a tickle. he is just so sweet it melts me. while making out we move to his desk, where he pushes all his papers to the floor. he lays me down and my skin winces at the coldness of the wood. he’s sucks on my top lip, bottom lip, my jawline, my neck, my collarbone, making his way down to my nipples. i whimper, feeling his tongue go around in circles. i let out a loud moan, almost a scream, and notice the sudden arch my back went into when he starts to suck. he plans to leave every intimate place on my body with a hickey.

“you wanna leave marks on me spencer?”

he nods, making his way to the other nipple.

it’s just the sound of my whining and his sucking in his office, he breaks the silence for a second.

“i wanna show everyone you’re mine.”

then immediately goes back to sucking.

“my neck shows that enough-mm- spencer.”

“spencer… ohh spencer”

“yes y/n”

“feel me.”

that seems to have gotten him to stop sucking and he sticks to fingers up my throbbing pussy. i whimper at the motion.

“so wet, all of this for me?”

“mhm all for you”

he moves his fingers up and down, making me become a moaning, whining, whimpering, ‘hot’, mess again.

“spencer?”

“yes baby”

“i need you inside me.”

he looks down on me and suddenly the innocent light in his eyes disappear, witnessing a dark cloudy haze rolling in, covering his eyes.

“oh yeah?”

too far deep in the storm that is his eyes to speak, i simply nod. plus, that “oh yeah?” left me FOLDED.

he leaves a trail of kisses on my inner thighs, making me squirm. i feel the heat on his breath when he sticks out his tongue and sucks my core. he sits up and holds his dick, moving the the tip up and down against my folds.

“damn it spencer,” sounding like a whining brat, “stick it in already.”

he slams it in, thrusting forcefully, but slowly.

“faster.”

“yes baby”

i moan, grabbing his hair for support while my back arches even more, begging for more.

he speeds up, faster and faster, filling the office with the sound of unholy clicking, and not the type of clicking that comes from a clock. wet clicking.

i keep moaning his name…

“spencer, spencer, spencer?, oh fuck spencer, yes, please, fuck, fuck, spencer, i’m gonna cum im gonna cum, spencer.”

my head jolts back as he rails me through my orgasm.

…

now we’re laying on top of each other on his, now, filthy desk, covered in our cum and sweat. as we catch our breath i say unconsciously out loud,

“oh shit.”

i feel his laugh vibrating from his chest to mine.

“no, spencer, this is bad.”

“why?”

i sit up now realizing the mistake i made. he mirrors my action with a concerned expression.

“isn’t there some kind of rule in the university’s handbook that forbids students from having sexual relations with their teachers? i mean that’s considering that an average professor would be much older than them, usually it would be illegal anyways. do you think they would make some sort of exception? wait, do you think we’d have to tell them? will i get suspended? will you loose your job? oh my god, ok. so what if… what?”

he keeps staring at me rambling with a goofy smile plastered on his face that’s suppressing a laugh.

“whattt?”

“you know no one has to know about this, right?”

“but what if someone finds out?”

“y/n, what time did i have you come meet me in this office?”

“7pm”

“mhm.”

my eyes widen at the realization.

“ok so you made me come over when you knew the office would be closed just so you could confess your feelings to me, in your office, when the building was closed and everyone went back home?”

“yeah.”

“you know you could’ve just invited me over to your place. you didn’t have to make it so complicated.”

“well our situation is complicated, and if we want to continue to explore this ‘situation,’ we’re gonna have to be sneaky.”

i feel my face heating up.

“soo your likee my secret loverrrr”

he cracks a smile.

“i guess this’ll be our little secret.”

…

after we get back in our clothes and walk out together to our cars, he turns to me and says,

“hey y/n, have you completed mission impossible?”

“yup, what about you?”

“yeah, same.”

😱😱😱 THE END 😱😱😱

[nalyra-dreaming]

Found an old interview, with a few juicy bits

(and a lot we knew already)

The blood tasted like "Sour Patch Kid" (lol):

The three of them had dancing lessons.... 👀

And Jacob wants to see Louis in the 80s!!! (And we know Sam got his wish^^)

Also kinda sad that Bailey won't be able to explore those hairstyles, but... anyways it's long , so the rest under the cut:

Interview with Jacob Anderson, Sam Reid and Bailey Bass

Posted on October 2, 2022 by TvMegasite Admin

TV Interview!

Interview with Jacob Anderson, Sam Reid and Bailey Bass of “Interview with The Vampire” on AMC and AMC+ by Suzanne 9/29/22

This was a fun roundtable with the three stars of this great new vampire show. If you love vampire shows, or the Anne Rice novels, you should love this show. It’s very well done, and these actors are great in it. Jacob plays Louie, and we see the story through his eyes as told to ailing reporter Daniel Molloy (Eric Bogosian, who’s outstanding as always). Sam Reid plays LeStat, the seductive vamp that turns Louie and becomes his friend, lover, mentor, etc. Bailey plays Claudia, the young woman that joins them. They were very kind and fun to interview.

Suzanne:   Hi, I’m Suzanne Lanoue from TVMEG.com, and I’ve watched the first episode. I didn’t get screeners till this morning, so I only got to watch the first one so far, but I’m really enjoying it. It just grabs you and drags you in. So, congratulations on being renewed for season two already, which is great. Do you know when you’ll be starting to film season two, or have you already started filming it?

JACOB ANDERSON:   We haven’t started. We haven’t started shooting, no.

SAM REID:   Probably, I don’t know if we can say anything. [Laughs]

Suzanne:   Have they told you yet?

JACOB ANDERSON:   They haven’t not told us anything.

Suzanne:  [Chuckles} OK, well, thank you!

Jamie from SCIFI VISION:  Hi, I’m Jamie Ruby from SciFi Vision. Thanks for talking to us today, I really enjoyed the first five episodes that we’ve seen. So, for the three of you, can you kind of talk about how you balanced what you pulled from the book versus what you added with your own spin on it?

SAM REID:   Hello, Jamie, I’ll answer that. No. But I would say that anything for myself and my character, my own spin probably came from my own interpretation of the books and Rolins’ work. So, I wasn’t really trying to put any of my own spin on it. It’s just how I imagined it to be, really.

JACOB ANDERSON:   Yeah. I second that. It’s like, you will always view a character through your own lens to an extent and then it’s just kind of, I mean, I guess with anything, it’s like, do other do the other creative people like that, and do they want to discuss it? But you don’t want to mess with this. Like the combination of Anne Rice’s writing and Rolins’ writing, you don’t really want to touch it, you don’t want to just sort of throw your own stuff in just for the sake of it.

SAM REID:   They’re so dense already the characters that it sort of would be a shame to try and deviate too much of thing.

JACOB ANDERSON:   What could you possibly add?

SAM REID:   Yeah.

BAILEY BASS:   I feel the exact same way. It’s really, yes, we were cast because there’s something special in us that Rolin and the entire team really enjoyed when we were doing our auditions. But other than that, it’s really just doing the research and the book, reading the scripts, doing our own technique, and then just coming and creating in this world.

Jamie:  Okay, great. Thank you so much.

Jamie from STARRY MAG:  This is Jamie Steinberg, with Starry Constellation Magazine. Jacob, this is another deeply tortured soul for you to portray. Is there something about these kinds of characters that really draw you to them? Or is this them finding their way to you? Or is it something you see in them that really resonates with you and makes you want to portray them?

JACOB ANDERSON:   I think it’s a combination of both. We find each other. I think I’m slightly less like Grey Worm than I am like Louis. But yeah, I mean, I think you normally want to be like very boundaried when you talk about things and be like, “Oh, well, I’m so removed from the character, and I’m brilliant at acting and blah blah blah blah blah”. But to be honest, yeah, I feel very, very connected to Louis. It’s the thing that bothered me about how Anne Rice wrote him, and also how Rolin wrote him as well. Yeah, I’m drawn to characters who are searching. And I’d ask him questions, not just about the world, but about their place in it and what they contribute or don’t contribute to it. But yeah, I also I felt like it would be like, narcissistic of me to be like, “I am the only person who can play Louis.” But namely, because there is somebody else that’s done it, as well. Many people.

Jamie:  Well, I think you brings such a unique take on it, though, because of the artistry you have. Both of these characters that you mentioned, have just been wonderfully nuanced, I think through your portrayal. So it might be just a little bit time for you to pat yourself on the back for what you’ve brought to the role on your own.

JACOB ANDERSON:   This one’s for you, Bailey.

QUESTION:   Question for Jacob and Sam, one of the really interesting things about this particular adaptation is the romance that we kind of finally get to see between Louis and Lestat. Can you speak to that a little bit? What does it mean to you to be able to portray that relationship in that way?

SAM REID:   Well, I think AMC has the rights to the entire Vampire Chronicles, and so it’s very important to make sure that relationship is established early on. Particularly as the books progress, it becomes much more clear that they are in a very intense romantic relationship. So, I think it’s it’s great to make sure that we’re serving the story correctly. And it wouldn’t be Anne Rice’s Interview With The Vampire if it wasn’t there. So, yeah.

QUESTION:   I was wondering, and this is kind of specifically for Bailey and Sam, the show doesn’t shy away from race or that being a factor at all for their very long life experience. Was that important to you? And were you afraid of any ignorant backlash, because previously, the characters were paid by white actors?

BAILEY BASS:   I was really excited to play Claudia. It’s really a dream to play such a complex character that’s very loud and unapologetic. I honestly didn’t think twice about anything else. I just knew that Rolin was very intentional about the actors that he wanted to cast in the show, and I’m very fortunate that I was one of them. I just dove into all the research. I read the book. I would cross reference the book and the script and see the quotes that Rolin took from the book and was very intentional about adding them into the script. After doing all the research, I mean, I became Claudia and it was fun to play her.

JACOB ANDERSON:   Yeah, I think something that Rolin’s done, which is – I’m almost loath to call it important, but like it creates a richness is that this isn’t a colorblind casting situation. Louis’ central question is about his humanity and his place in humanity. I think that if you were to cast a black actor or black actors for Louis and Claudia, and to not address that, you’d take a lot away from that question of their humanity. I’m glad that we don’t shy away from it. And in terms of backlash, I just don’t want to give it energy anymore. Like I just – people are going to – I think people need to be seen. Sometimes they’ll say anything to be seen or recognized, and it’s sad, but it’s the internet.

QUESTION:   I would love for you to talk a little bit about what it’s like just being vampires, being able to play vampires when biting people and having these kinds of scenes. What goes into that and how much fun is that to play? How difficult is that to play?

SAM REID:  

It’s very fun. It’s very fun. Yeah, you know, because we’ve got a lot of elements that come into every scene. So, they’re very beautiful, sort of rich dialogue-heavy scenes, but we also have this whole element of the vampire, you know, he kills, so we’ll be pausing for the blood to be put in. We had all these different types of blood that we’d been drinking and tasting, and they made us hibicus flavored blood when we had to drink large amounts of it.

JACOB ANDERSON:  

It did not taste like hibiscus. It tasted like it was like a Sour Patch Kid.

SAM REID:   Yeah.

JACOB ANDERSON:   But in liquid form.

SAM REID:   But there’s a lot of thought and consideration [that had] gone into this. But yeah, it’s so much fun, really. Vampires are, I think, the best type of monster, because they have so much humanity. They’re so articulate. They experience a huge amount. Anne Rice is responsible for our shift in vampires, because she puts the perspective into the eyes of the monster, and you have empathy for them. So, it’s very fun to do these really extreme, horrific things, but also with a level of understanding and empathy and bringing that into the character. So, it’s a fun thing to do.

JACOB ANDERSON:   It’s the best! It’s the best. The best monsters.

Jamie from SCIFI VISION:  So, obviously, you guys do go to some really dark places, though, with your characters. Can you sort of talk about getting into that headspace, and how you sort of, I guess, get back out of it? Is it hard to sort of go there? For all three of you.

BAILEY BASS:   Yeah, it’s hard. We had such long days that it kind of, for me personally, it was hard for me to differ[entiate], like, who’s Claudia and who’s Bailey. So, I kind of had to, like really sit with myself and reflect, but it’s hard. But then also, this is what I love to do, and playing such an extreme character, that’s what makes it fun is that I get to relive and be in these spaces that I would never normally be in if I didn’t get to play Claudia. But the dark, even though it’s dark and everything, I definitely enjoyed it. And I had Sam and Jacob, which they were incredible scene partners, and we all had each other. We made sure that throughout the whole process, our mental health, even though we’re like hysterically crying sometimes that afterwards, our mental health was still good,

SAM REID:   I think to Bailey’s point, like, sometimes the darkest jobs or the darkest sets where the material is the most bleak are the most fun, because, we instinctively know how to just kind of like, help ourselves through that. So, we’ll be making a lot of jokes. You know, it is ridiculous, sometimes what we’re doing, and you have to step back and think [laughs] You know, we’re suspended in the air, covered in blood, so we just kept it light. It was a fun thing to do.

JACOB ANDERSON:   Yeah, I agree. I mean, it’s dense. It’s dense, so you need to focus on the language as well. Like, aside from, yeah, we had a lot of fun, but when you’re doing the scene, you focus on what you’re doing. And I think if you let yourself get dragged into it too much, then hard to to do your job, I think.

Jamie from STARRY MAG:  Bailey, this is such a beautiful costume you have. Talk about when you first saw what you’d be wearing for the series, and if you had any input, and if it takes really putting on that costume to embody your character.

BAILEY BASS:   Costume is one of my favorite things in my job, being able to speak with the costume designer and be able to talk about what she saw when she read the script, because it’s not just me, it’s a big collaboration of an incredible crew that helps make us look good, basically. And to be able to talk to hair, makeup, and costume and get to know what their first ideas were when they read the script, and then being able to collaborate with them and say what I thought, was really, really fun. And the costume designer for this show, Carol, was just so collaborative. I came in and we were talking about posture. That’s a very big thing for Claudia, because in the beginning, she’s like fourteen years old, and she’s excited being a vampire. She would shrug a lot and just walked like, however and had terrible posture. So, the costume designer would think about that when she was making the costumes. And then also I have to look like a little girl. So, she created these beautiful bows along with making sure that the shape of my costumes hid any curves possible. So, when I put them on, I really felt like a little girl. So, when I was doing the scenes where Claudia is struggling, she wants to be a woman, and I’m sitting in this pink dress that it’s not flattering to anything that’s me as Bailey, it was really easy to feel what Claudia would be feeling at that moment.

Suzanne:   I really enjoyed the wedding scene and your dancing, Jacob; that was great. Was that actually you dancing? And did you have to train for that, or did you already know how, and will there be any more singing or dancing in the show?

JACOB ANDERSON:   That was me and Steven Norfleet, who plays Paul, and we had about a month to train, to practice. I don’t know if you’ve ever done tap dancing, but it’s like learning how to walk again, like how to walk for the first time, like to get your brain to coordinate in that way and to like shift the weight of your body is really confusing. And to add to that we did a lot of our lessons on Sikkim (???). And it’s all like, it’s all sound. You like making music with your feet, but with the lag of, of like, you know, doing it online. But you just drill; you just drill it every day. You drill it every day, and just you have to listen. It’s less about like being mechanical about your body and just like listening to the sound. But there is there is more dancing in the show.

Suzanne:   Oh, good.

JACOB ANDERSON:   Yeah. It was in the trailer, right?

SAM REID:   Yeah, the three of us did dancing lessons.

JACOB ANDERSON:   Yeah, we did.

QUESTION:   I’m curious to just have any of you or all of you talk a little bit about what you love most about the dynamic between all three of your characters, either once Claudia comes in, or kind of as that progresses.

JACOB ANDERSON:   I find it, I think from Louis’ point of view, he’s trying to recreate a kind of family dynamic that he is grieving for in his human life. I think it’s probably the thing that he misses most in some ways. It’s like a grounding thing, is his brother and his sister and his mom, maybe to a lesser extent, but maybe not. So, I find the way that it kind of goes for them, and for him, it’s kind of unexpected. I think he wanted, he was hoping that in bringing somebody else into their family, I think he thought that Claudia might be like him. [laughs] So, it’s interesting. I feel like an outcast, but to also be a part of – I mean, I’ll let Bailey talk more about about that part of it, but really, Claudia ends up being sort of forgotten about a little bit, and their dynamic, which is sad.

BAILEY BASS:   I think what’s wonderful though, is that there’s really no protagonist or antagonist. It changes through every scene in every episode, because these characters are so specific and complex, and Rolin Jones, the writer of the show, did an incredible job of explaining in depth why we do what we do. There’s a reason why we kill the people that we do, why we hurt each other. And because of that, the viewer kind of feels bad for the person hurting the other, but then also feels bad for the person being hurt.

QUESTION:   So, obviously, as vampires, your characters live very long lives. Which era would you like to see, be able to play your character in?

JACOB ANDERSON:   80s 80s 80s. I want the pastels. I want the hair. Let’s go, 80s.

SAM REID:   I’d probably do the 1700s. I think Lestat really that is where he’s from, and that’s the era in which he was born into, so I’d quite like to see him in that in that era.

BAILEY BASS:   I just want to get to the 50s. Like, I just want Claudia to get to the 50s so I can wear all those skirts and just explore more hairstyles, because we evolved. Doing the prep work, there wasn’t a lot of hairstyles – we had a horrible of time looking for photos of black girls in that time period with very versatile hair, which we know they existed, just no one took pictures of them. So, to be able to expand that more and show women who have curly hair, that this is what they look like in that time. I’d love to expand that and go into the 40s and 50s.

Transcribed by Jamie Ruby of ScifiVision

[selfishlove-tf]

5th Annual TF Story Exchange - for Jockifyme

G’day :) I wanted to challenge myself so I entered the TF Story Exchange to force myself to write something. The author I got for the exchange was @jockifyme​ so please enjoy. I hope I met your requirements @jockifyme​ .

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I’m an accountant and sometimes we audit High Schools. We make sure that the donations or funds received go places they should be going to, we check payroll and budget; we call it “cash stuff” in the office because “expenses” and “finances” start confusing our smaller-minded Gen Z workers.

From that “defame our younger generation” comment alone, you should be able to tell that I am older – not too much but I feel myself reaching the other end of my thirties really quickly. Luckily, the stresses of older age haven’t touched me too much; I have my curly brown hair, though it is fading in colour just like my eyes which used to be emerald, now swamp. Got my height from my mum, she was six-three and she gave me my current six-one. Got my metabolism (or lack thereof) from my dad whose genes garunteed no weight would be gained – I was skinny, a measly one-forty pounds.

The lights in the schools office behind reception showed my touch-of-sunburn off more than I wanted to, my skin naturally pale like a ghost flared up with areas of red where I misapplied my sunscreen. I, however, didn’t feel the burn so the sun must’ve been somewhat lacklustre that day. Sunburn was the last thing on my mind anyway. Numbers, numbers, numbers. I enjoyed the numbers and I did well in maths back when I was in school some blah blah blah years ago – I’d rather not say how long – and was in the top ten of students in my school who graded highly during the final exams before graduation. The only part I hated was listening to the administration guy who lightly flirted with the teachers as they walked by. They couldn’t see it but the “that dress fits nice on you” and “did you forget your glasses because those eyes are shining today” commends he has said in the past ten minutes were dangerously close to the line of being fired should someone actually pay attention to him.

I continued my counts and record-checking and, soon enough, the admin guy was talking to me about football. I never got into that kind of thing, my focus was more on work and work and work. I didn’t need to watch a bunch of men running into each other, the idea was stupid to me. Yet, despite my disinterest in the topic, the admin guy continued to drone on about it.

I looked at my watch; I had only been here for an hour. All the kids were in their classes so, gladly, I decided to quickly take a break and get a drink. Stupidly, I forgot my water bottle and I didn’t want to deal with more dead conversation from the admin guy and, as I recalled, I remembered there being a bubbler/water fountains near the building facing the oval. With a quick “I’ll be back” to the admin guy, and a swift exit, I was out the door and headed towards the oval, a quick hello and hi to some teachers passing or students that were supposed to be in class. Reaching the bubbler, there was footsteps nearby and voices loudly talking. I leaned down, pulled the lever and started drinking, footsteps getting closer. The closer it got, the more I heard the topic of conversation.

‘I don’t know what we’re gonna do, man,’ one started. ‘Tyler’s out for the game tonight and we got no backup since Harry left.’

‘Cool it, Reid!’ another cut the first off. ‘We’ll find someone or deal with a short team no matter what coach says.’

‘Yeah, but where are we gonna find something so short notice, Jay?’ A third asked. I had become invested in the conversation that I didn’t realise that they were now walking behind me as I was still drinking from the bubbler until they stopped.

‘How about you?’ Jay asked.

It took me a minute to realise he was talking to me. I stopped drinking and turned around and was greeted by four teens in football gear. ‘You talking to me?’

‘We are looking at you,’ pointed the fourth.

‘Smart kid, though I don’t go here clearly.’ I gestured to my whole figure, hoping they weren’t dumb enough to think I was any younger than thirty-five.

‘Not a problem with us.’ Jay, who I assumed was the leader, stepped forward. ‘I’m Jay, and these are my bros Reid, Mikey and Kyle.’ He gestured to his friends as if I was interested in knowing them. Jay was short, wide and brunette; Reid was tall, thin and blonde; Mikey was tall, tan and built; Kyle was the shortest, brunette and athletic. The group did seem like the perfect popular boys of school, they just lacked more arrogance.

‘How would you expect to fix that?’ I questioned. ‘Compared to you guys, I’m weathered. Y’all haven’t even touched hard work yet.’ That comment seemed to irritate Reid, subtly puffing his chest up.

‘Hard work? Football is full time!’ Reid arched up.

‘Reid, not another word,’ Jay snapped. ‘You’ll only scare him away, and we’re already about to get scary.’

‘Oh, I’m shaking.’ I teased before rolling my eyes and started walking back to the office.

‘Take him,’ I heard Jay mutter.

Soon, three pairs of hands were on me and started to pull at me, dragging me in the opposite direction. I started shouting to let me go and, for a moment I thought why it was suddenly so quiet at the school; no students or teachers were walking by and no one seemed to look out the windows at the commotion I was causing. No matter how much I shouted and wriggled, the guys’ strong hands had firm grips. I looked behind me to where they were dragging me and found that they were taking me to the locker rooms. They barged in, pushed me to the bench and sat me down, Reid and Kyle holding me down while Mikey went off to grab something.

‘We’re gonna make sure you’re ready for the game tonight,’ Jay said matter-of-factly.

Mikey returned with football gear which I began to question myself about how stupid they really are. Jay motioned to Reid and Kyle as Mikey came to stand behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. Without warning, Reid and Kyle started to pull at my clothes, tearing my button up off and yanking my shoes off before pulling off my pinstripes. I tried to fight back with all of my strength but Mikey was stronger than he looks, making sure to hold me in place during the process. At the end of it, I was left in my briefs.

‘Let me go you freaks!’ I shouted. ‘I don’t know what you plan on doing but it needs to end now!’

Jay motioned to the football uniform and gear and Kyle and Reid moved almost immediately. Reid began with what looked like compression shorts, sliding them up my legs until they were on properly. I felt immediate embarrassment being dressed as if I couldn’t do it myself. When the compression shorts snapped into place, my legs felt like they were burning although bearable. No sooner did my legs start burning that Kyle had put on long socks and oversized football boots, and the burning spread down until it reached my feet. My whole lower half was on fire and, sure enough, when I looked down, I saw why. My thighs started to plump up, calves sharpening and I felt my toes touch the end of the boot. Soon as that began, Reid grabbed a compression singlet and slid it over my head and over my torso, Kyle soon following with the shoulder pads.

I was panicked, my whole body starting to feel like I’d worked out for hours, and my body was catching up. My torso bulked up, a bit of muscle showing as my chest puffed up and my biceps blew up. My flexed forearms had a roadmap of veins as my increasingly meaty hands gripped firmly on the bench. I was beginning to tire myself out through all the strain and flexing I was doing due to the pain of the growth. At some point, Jay told Mikey to let me go because he knew I wasn’t going anywhere, not that I could because of the amount of pain I was in.

Soon enough, as it had started to die down, I looked over myself while out of breath and saw how toned I got. I was in shock; something completely impossible just happened. When I looked up to the group, there was glee in their eyes, but mine saw red. I had no energy to do anything, though, exhausted from the growth.

‘What the fuck did you do?’ I gasped between breaths.

‘It’s not over,’ Jay said. ‘Look at me.’

He grabbed my chin and lifted my face to look at him directly in the eyes. He smiled before swiping some black paint onto my cheeks, and then he let go of my chin and stepped back. There was a brief moment where nothing happened, but it hit seconds later. I gripped my head and squeezed my eyes shut as images flashed across my vision of school, football, training, hanging out with the bros. Bros? No, I was an adult. I was here for an audit. No, that doesn’t sound right? I was on the oval with my bros talking about the game. No! The admin guy, we were talking about football while I was doing work… work? No, I was skipping class. My brain went back and forth and soon enough, the school-kid persona was taking over. All the games my bros and I played, the games we won and the after-parties we went to. My body, face, and mind were all getting younger. My hair turned a darker brown, keeping the curls, and my eyes had regained their shining emerald green. My sunburn cleared up and my skin looked tanned from spending weeks in the sun. Although keeping the muscle on, my body shrank a little and smoothed out. After all of a few minutes, my head cleared and my body no longer felt like it was burning. I felt completely painless, in fact, I had a lot of energy.

‘You good, Jack?’ asked Reid.

I looked up at the group, a brief pause before nodding my head. ‘Still mad Tyler can’t make it.’

‘Well, we gotchu at least,’ Mikey pointed out. ‘We’ll sure win tonight.’

‘We always win, bros!’

‘That’s the spirit!’ Jay cheered. ‘Now let’s get practicing! Don’t forget your jersey, Jack.’

I looked down at the bench where my jersey was. I grabbed it and slipped it on, unknowingly sealing the transformation. ‘Do we gotta wear the shoulder pads during training?’ I complained.

‘Shut up and get out there!’

[thesmpisonfire]

The writers of Criminal Minds putting Reid through the same amount of shit the QSMP admins put qPac through

[mrs-s-reid]

The Office - Spencer x Fem

- Type -

SMUT (With Plot.)

- Plot -

Spencer works at Marbury University. A co-worker of his has been having some less than appropriate thoughts about him and starts to avoid him. But he takes notice and plans to do something about it.

- WARNINGS -

Sexual Themes, Sexual Acts, Strong Language, Detailed descriptions of the act, Mentions of substances such as alcohol and drugs.

- Tags -

SMUT, Uses of the title Sir, Male dominant, Female Submissive, unprotected sex, Semi-public, Office sex, Consent given, Co-workers, Rough, masturbation, mutual masturbation.

First Person POV

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AT MARBURY UNIVERSITY

Jesus I'm tired. I thought to myself as I walked down the halls towards my office. I work at Marbury University as Admin. I handle student records and help place students in classes and courses that they want and that work for their level of intellect too. I love my job, though it can be a hassle. At least I get the school holidays off and paid vacation too. There's also the benefit of certain eye candy that walks these halls that goes by the name Dr. Spencer Reid. His good looks had a way of making even the married women here fawn. His obliviousness to his good looks made him adorable too.

As I entered my office my thoughts halted. Speak of the devil there he stood. Standing tall in front of of my bookshelf his hands holding one of my first edition Oliver Twist books. One of my favorites. I watched as his hands caressed the spine and the other followed the sentences on the page. I faked a cough to get his attention.  "Well, what can I do for you Dr. Reid?" He turned to face me a smile spread across his face as his eyes met mine. "Hey, I was wondering if you could look up a student for me? It's for a case I'm helping the FBI with." I walked towards my desk and sat in front of my computer.

"Can't you ask Agent Garcia?" I knew his team. They visit him enough at the University. Penelope was my favorite. "She's busy exploring some *cough* sealed files." The end of his sentence was quiet. I made an 'ahh' face as I opened up my system to help search for this student. "Ok now that makes sense. Ok Agent, who am I looking for? Tell me you at least have a name." He just chuckled "Yes don't worry. I'm looking for a Tomas Luca, he may be taking one of my classes or at least auditing it." I nodded as I type the name into my system. "Ok I have two Tomas Lucas', But only one that takes your class. I will send his file to you now." He sighs in relief "Thank you so much. This will help us a lot." He hugged my from behind me and walked out my office calling the team to let them know what we found. And I was left with butterflies from what just happened.

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LATER THAT WEEK

I walked through the campus enjoying the hot weather. It was unusually hot today. And due to the main building where our offices were being so old there was no AC. And it was hell. So on my break I decided I would grab an iced latte from the cafe on campus to try and keep me cool in the office. As I left the cafe I saw Spencer leaving the Library. "Oh, hey Dr. Reid!" I called out for him. "Hey! This weather is extreme for this time of year isn't it," As he rambled on about the statistic of this type of weather and how it's unusual I just watched his lips and his eyes. Maybe it was the heat but he looked extra good today. His hair was pushed back and slightly damp. His sleaves rolled up and shirt unbuttoned at the top. His usual vest missing and his bag resting on his shoulder not across his body like usual. I liked my lips as I saw a bead of sweat drip from the side of his face down his neck.

"You ok?" I snapped back to reality and realized he had stopped in front of me a look of concern on his face. "Yeah, sorry, must be the heat playing with me you know?" He slightly nodded but didn't look like he was fully buying it. "Anyway I'm going to head back to my office. Tis the season of new students and old students wanted to change courses." We said our goodbyes and I walk back to my boiling office. Him playing on my mind. I touched my lips as I thought about his. My mind went to scenarios that it shouldn't have. I was getting more hot and bothered than I had before. As my mind ran wild with these thoughts of my co-worker.

I tried to distract my self with work. And it helped. I went through all my files of new students and their applications of courses they wanted to partake in. I set up meetings for those who needed career advice. Once I glanced at the clock I saw that it was 7pm. Shit I thought. It was real late. I needed to leave soon or I would be locked in the office building. As I packed up my belongings my mind went back to Spencer. Why did he have to look that good and be that damn smart. He was Gods perfect recipe. Or the devils. I wasn't too sure which one he was just yet.

As I left the building I saw someone waiting outside. It was Spencer. "Well hello again Dr. Reid." He turned and smiled, "Hey, I was just wondering if you were ok now. You seemed a bit off earlier?" I looked down trying to hide my blushing face. "Uh yeah! I'm ok. I was just stressed, I got a lot of files to go through this week. Like a lot." I tried to emphasize how much work I had to do to try and get my point across. "Ok if you're sure. I guess I will see you tomorrow then?" I just nodded. We went our separate ways. And I made my way towards my car. This was starting to become a problem I thought. I needed to get my thoughts under control.

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AT HOME

Finally. I'm home. "Meow." My black cat rubbed up against my leg. "Hey Fig!" He chirped back. "I guess you're hungry?" I walked into the kitchen and poured out some biscuits for him. Once he was all sorted I walked into my room to grab a towel. "Ok, shower time." My bathroom was spacious. A his and hers sink set with a rainforest shower. I loved my shower. It had a tiled seat on one end which made shaving a lot easier. As I turned the shower on my thoughts wondered back to Spencer. He looked almost too good. His hands pushing his hair back. The way he tilted his head back as he tried to deal with the heat. His Adams apple being on show as he gulped down his water. Everything about him was intoxicating.

I starting to imagine his hands on me. The veins in them showing as he tightened his grip on my neck and waist. The feeling of him standing behind me pressing him self against my ass. His crotch hard as he rocks against me. I imagined his hand leaving my waist and slowly making it's way down teasing me. I used my own pretending that it was his. The hot shower water fell on me as I panted. My imagination taking full effect. I teased my self until I couldn't anymore. My breaths shortening but movements becoming more needy. I stopped teasing and finally gave myself what I wanted no what I needed. 

I entered my fingers and curled them in a way that hit all the spots I needed them to. My high was nearing and I just went faster and faster imagining him panting in my ear. His words of encouragement. Telling me I was a good girl and that I was taking his fingers to well. But I wanted more. I wanted him. But for now. My imagination would have to do. I needed to finish. And I was close to. I imagined him pleasuring him self as I leaned into him as he stood behind me. All of a sudden a wave of pleasure hit me and I moaned his name. I was left shaking as I finished of my shower. 

I couldn't come to terms with what I had just done. How would I face him now. Knowing what I did just now in the shower. I moaned his name. I imagined his hands caressing me. His fingers inside me.  I didn't know what think or feel. All I knew was that my work relationship with him just got a lot more complicated.

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THE NEXT DAY AT MARBURY UNIVERSITY

I pulled up in my car and rested my head on the steering wheel. Thoughts of yesterday running through my head. I just hoped I wouldn't run into Spencer today. I couldn't face him. I climbed out of my car after a few more minutes of psyching my self up. I grabbed my bag and headed to the cafe. It was a Friday and Spencer didn't have classes on Fridays. So he would be in his office for most of the day. His office was down the hall to the left from mine. So, I decided I would go to the cafe and grab my daily coffee then head over to the teachers lounge in the main building. I would attend to my meetings with the students for the first half of my day. By the time I would get back to my office Spencer would be gone. Well usually anyway. I grabbed my order and headed towards to lounge.

As I entered the main building I checked my phone to see a few emails. One caught my eye. It was from Spencer. I put my phone away and entered the lounge. I needed to keep my self distracted. I had finished my coffee and had completed my meetings for that day. As I made my way back towards my office I noticed the door was open. "That's weird." I pushed the door and froze. Spencer was sat at my desk. His hands laced together and his face was stoic. "Dr. Reid, what a surprise." He just hummed "Why have you been avoiding me." His tone was sharp and straight to the point. "What?" I tried to laugh it off. "Why. Have you. Been. Avoiding me." He said everything slower this time looked at me.

I stood in place not sure what to say. "Close the door." He was acting different. I had never soon him like this. "I said close the door." This time I did as I was told. "Good girl. So you can listen." My stomach did backflips and a warmth spread across my entire body when he said that. What was happening? He stood from my desk. "Come here." I slowly walked over until I was stood in front of my desk. "Now." He raised his hand and help my chin. "I will ask one more time." He forced my chin up so I was looking him in the eye. "Why are you avoiding me." He peered need into my eyes searching for an answer. "I'm not." He tutted a couple of times. "Now I don't like it when my girl lies to me." I could feel my face changed shades at him calling me 'his girl'.

"I'm not. Why would I lie?" His eyes squinted as he looked down at me. "That's what I want to know." He seemed to be in deep thought for a few seconds. As if he was debating on if he should do what he was going to do next. And from what he said next it looked like he had settled on doing it. "Maybe I could fuck the answer out of you." My eyes widened. They must have shown him some kind of emotion or maybe it was the way my thighs rubbed together. Or my breath caught in my throat. "Oh? You would like that wouldn't you? You want to be fucked in your office?" He guided me around to his side of the desk and placed me in front of him. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he said, "You want me to bend you over this desk? Take you from behind?" He pulled my hips into him. If I wasn't unbelievably horny before I certainly was now.

"Dr. Reid, What - What's going on with you?" he just chuckled softly. His breath fanned against my ear the feeling sent me over the edge. "Me? Oh nothing, I'm just trying to find out why you won't look me in the eye unless I make you." His grip on my hips tightened. "And I think I've figured it out." I was soaking at this point. The filthy works coming from him was enough to turn me on but now, as I felt his hard on rocking into me just like I had imagined when I was in the shower, I was too far gone to hind what I wanted anymore.

 "Dr. R-" He stopped me. "Sir. Call me Sir." He gripped my neck with one hand. "Do you understand?" I nodded. "Use your words Beautiful." His grip on my neck softened allowing me to speak. "Yes Sir." He hummed in approval. "Good Girl." He kissed the spot just under my ear. I let out a subtle moan. "Am I right? Is this what you wanted? Is this what you would fantasize about? Why you want look my in the eye?" All I could do was nod, I knew my voice would betray me. But he didn't care. "Use. Your. Words." His grip re-tightened on my throat with each word. "Yes sir." He pulled me away from my desk and spun me to face my bookcase. He still stood behind me.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want." His voice was soft. Yet it was almost condescending. "I - I want to kiss you. Please." He turned me slowly so I was now facing him. His eyes hooded. His lips parted ever so slightly. He help my face between his hands and tilted it up. "You want me to kiss you?" His voice was just above a whisper. "Yes sir. please." He started leaning in. "Well, since you asked so nicely." His lips crashed into mine. The kiss was hungry. He was devouring me. It was as though we both needed this as much as each other. I was lost in his scent. His arms around me, and his hands holding, touching every inch of me. His heavy breaths between the kissing was music to my ears. I didn't want this to end. But it did.

He pulled away. His forehead rested on mine his short breaths turning into panting. "Come here baby." He guided my back to my desk and sat me on top of it. "I need to tase you. Is that ok baby?" I was about to nod but I knew that he would want me to use my words. "Yes sir, I would like that." That's all he needed. He moved my skirt so it was sitting bunched up at my waist and proceeded to spread my legs. He then just stared at me. Taking the sight in his breathing labored. He started to kneel down in front of me. Leaving light feathered kisses on both of my inner thighs. "Sir, please." I needed him. He was like a drug and I was already addicted.

He didn't say anything. He just continued teasing me. He was inching closer to where I really wanted him. He breathed over my underwear. His hot breath made my senses sky rocket. He reached a hand towards me. He started to slowly work on rubbing my clit. The pressure was light. So light that it was almost non-existent. But the slight pressure was sending me down a spiral. I still couldn't believe what was happening. I blinked a few times trying to wake up. This must be a dream I thought. But no. This was real. It was actually happening.

A gasp left me as the pressure became intense. I looked down to see him already staring up at me. His dark eyes gazing deeply into mine. I maintained his gaze not wanting to look away. I let out quiet moans as he kept up his pace. The pace it's self was steady, not fast yet not slow. It was just enough but I wanted more. Before I could ask him to do anything his actions stopped completely. My body was already craving more. "Don't worry baby. I'm not done with you yet." He rose from where he was kneeling and took my panties with him. "I think I'll keep these." He stuffed them into his back pocket. My mind started to imagine what he would do with them. 

"Now, hop down from the desk and bend over." I obliged and got off the desk. "Wait." He reached for more shirt and started to unbutton it. "That's much better." He then spun me round and bent me over. "Now then, let's get to it shall we?" I heard him unzip his trousers and let out a breathy moan. "Fuck, you look so good like this. Bent over and obedient. Such a good little slut aren't you?" I could only moan in response as he slipped two fingers into me. He started pumping them and then started curling them.

His fingers were better then I imagined. They filled me up in ways mine couldn't. He was moaning and as I glanced into the mirror next to me I could see why. He was touching himself and my god did he look feral. His hair was wild. His eyes half closed and his hand wrapped around himself. I couldn't stop watching him. And as if he could tell he was being watched his eyes opened and met mine in the mirror. "You like watching me baby?" I nodded my head against the desk. "I like watching you too baby. You look so pretty." He stopped his fingers and put them in front of my face. "Now clean my fingers baby." I didn't say anything I just opened my mouth and allowed him to put his fingers in side. "God, you are perfect. I always knew you would be. Every time I would visit your office or see you at the campus cafe, I just knew that you would be a good obedient girl for me." He removed his fingers and positioned himself behind me. 

"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" He leaned in so he was closer to my face. "Yes Spencer." He delivered a swift smack to my ass. "You didn't say sir. But I'll let it slide this time." He stood straight again and got into place. "Ok baby, I'm going to fuck you now." Before I could say anything in response he plunged into me in one swift move. Jesus Christ. He was big. Bigger than I thought he would be. He was touching every part of inside me. He started his thrust slowly yet firmly. His hips met my ass with a snap. I was a mess at this point. My moans were getting louder. Spencer put his hand over my mouth to keep my quiet. "You need to be quiet or someone might walk in. Unless you want that. Do you? Do you want to get caught? You want someone to see you bent over your desk being fucked like a cheap whore?"

The only response from me was a muffled "No sir." Spencer just kept fucking me. His movements getting faster and rougher. My desk started to shake in time with his thrusts. My hands griped the edges. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head. Spencer's heavy breathing was driving me crazy. I couldn't keep a straight train of thought. "Fuck baby, you feel so good. I'm going to need to stop soon. Where should I finish huh? In your mouth? On your back? Where baby?" He removed his hand from my mouth so I could answer him. "In - In my mouth please sir." He started to thrust faster until his movements became sloppy.

"Fuck baby, you close?" I nodded fast trying to get my point across without making noise. "Ok baby finish for me. Be a good girl and finish." His words of encouragement send me over the edge. My body convulsed as the overwhelming wave of pleasure hit me. "My god I didn't know you could get tighter. Fuck!" He pulled out and dragged me to my knees. "Open wide for me baby." I opened up my mouth and took him in as much as I could. He started to thrust into my mouth, his thrusts sloppy as he neared his own orgasm. After a few more cusses coming from him he let out a long groan and I tasted his release on my tongue. I swallowed it.

He collapsed into my chair and pulled me into his lap. "You did so good." He stroked my hair and nestled his face in my neck. His breathing was starting to regulate and his heartbeat was starting to become steady. He moved his head away from my neck at looked at me.  "I was right wasn't I? You were avoiding me." I looked him in the eye. "Yes. I was. But it's not because of anything you did." He frowned. "Then why?" I started to blush as the embarrassment set in. "I was starting to have, um, inappropriate thoughts about you. And I didn't want you to find out." He smirked at me. "Well, look at where that got you. Did I live up to your imagination?" I just laughed. "You did better." 

"Good." He helped me get dressed and clean up my desk. "So, will we do this again Dr. Reid?" He looked away from the papers he was sorting out on my desk. "Call me Spencer please. We are far past the formalities aren't we? And Yes. At least I hope so." He walked up to me where I was standing in front of the mirror. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "In fact, I want to take you on a date. Tonight maybe?" I was giddy. There was no way this was happening. "I would love that Spencer." I never would have thought this would happen. But I certainly wasn't going to complain. I thought as Spencer kissed me goodbye. Damn I was excited for my date. Who knows what will happen after. 

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Thank you for reading!

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[hyperfixationsstation]

90% of the CP comments are demanding content or asking where she is... two things the social media person can't give. people being like "yay Jun!" or Ali gifs or whatever is at least in line with the content and about hyping the team. also reminds me of last year when people kept asking about reid in training vids/posts and the admin had to remind that some players are shyer and don't always want to be posted. they don't owe us as fans anything.

yeahh like obviously people want to see cp me too but shes either one not team training quite yet? or just doesn’t want to be posted rn or both

[magicalrocketships]

I'm in awe of the amount of books you read this year.. i'm kinda jealous because my number is like less then 10, and all books that i have already read.. i would *love* to read more (i used to read so much when i was younger) but since reading fanfiction, is really difficult for me to find something to read.. it's depressing, i know, but browsing for a book is not enough for me to understand if is the right one or not to purchase.. also, the mood i'm in 'dictate' what i want to read and with fanfic is so easy to find something in a matter of minutes.. what genre do you usually read (in books)? anything you would like to recommend? Have a great day/ night!

It IS difficult to find a way back in to reading if you've been away from it for a while, and your tastes might have changed, and you've only got limited funds and don't want to waste them.

You could try your local library, because then you can get a selection and you're not financially out if you don't like them. But I get it! It can be daunting to just walk into a room full of books and not know where to start. My current library doesn't separate out its queer fiction and I 100% get why they might not want to Other it, but it does mean that it's really hard to find books with queer themes in rows upon rows of fiction. Most libraries allow you to get ebooks out - mine I can only read on my iPad, which I hate reading on, but again, you can have a selection of books and see if any catch you.

(Most) librarians love to recommend books, and the same with booksellers if there's a book you used to really like and you want to try something similar. But I get it! None of us are who we were the last time we picked up a book. We've all changed! Sometimes it can seem like too much energy to expend to get back into something we used to like.

I read a variety of stuff and it goes in phases but at the moment it's mostly queer romance. I have a BIG pile of queer history and queer non fiction I'm gently working through. Sometimes it's just a lot of books about spies (non fiction and fiction), or regency romance novels, or old children's fantasy or books about medieval history.

I'm pretty sure we can find some romances based on tropes you like in fic, though. Here are five books I've read or re-read this year that I've loved:

Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid - enemies to lovers, secret relationship, falling in love, hockey boys. I know fuck all about hockey and have read this about six times.

Battle Royal by Lucy Parker - sort-of-enemies/rivals-to-lovers, great british bake off au, imagine Paul Hollywood played by Patrick from Sewing Bee, rival cake shop owners, bake off judges, uptight dude and quirky girl. I've read this at least twice this year.

Wolfsong by TJ Klune - werewolves, chosen family, queer. I don't care about werewolves in general but I did really like this one, and I LOVE TJ Klune in general for writing queer comfort blanket stories. My favourite of his is definitely The House by the Cerulean Sea, though.

The Hands of the Emperor by Victoria Goddard (and its sequel At the Feet of the Sun, which I am reading oh-so slowly because I don't want it to end). These are LONG books, extreme slow burn, power of friendship, changing the world, wooooh admin

The Kingdoms by Natasha Pulley - time shifts, queer, apparently one of the main characters is based on Toby Stephens in Black Sails if this is an incentive, napoleonic wars.

[comfortable-hobbit-hole]

I just finished watching Season 1 of Criminal Minds and I have thoughts and feelings:

Firstly, SUCH BABIES!!! I saw sporadic episodes from later series in my teens but but they are all so sweet and round cheeked and unbroken and adorable! I spent the first half of the series just going ‘awwww’ in increasing volume

Secondly, Gideon is a raging arsehole. I found myself counting how many times he would have breached professional ethics in a single episode on numerous occasions. I find him a vaguely empathetic but deeply annoying character because I can’t stop going ‘STOP MAKING IT WORSE FOR YOUR DAMN TEAM BY MAKING EVERYONE USEFUL WANT TO HIT YOU IN THE FACE WITH A BRICK!’

Thirdly, and I gather from the cm tumblr discourse that this will be A Thing, does no one ever actually support their colleagues emotionally??? They are meant to be psychologists and are all like ‘put it in a box and it’ll be fine’ ‘we all wake up screaming and that’s a wonderful thing’ ‘you look like your having a rough time, have more stimulants and an insensitive joke’. They clearly care for one another but seem so unbelievably inept.

Fourthly, I’m being forcibly reminded of how much American cutlery etiquette hurts my soul. The close up at the start of Charm and Harm had me actually raging. Why? Why? Why? Americans - I know the civil war was a thing and your table manners have origins in that time period, but you have had access to both knives AND forks for quite some time now. There is no need to hold your cutlery like tiny spears anymore.

Fifthly, it’s awesome to see back to what we all thought cutting edge tech was in 2005. The admin staff extras pushing giant trolleys, and bulky computer monitors, and the episode where they were getting scanned to go into CIA headquarters and the guns (and only the guns, no other metal) mysteriously glowed Flubber-green on the monitors and had little fuzzy halos! All the flip phones! The nostalgia is real.

Sixthly, (note to self to use a numerical list next time, yes I’ll be doing this again!) the props and special effects are highly entertaining. The horridly fake wounds on people who have experienced terrible things and are only strategically scuffed up, the full face of makeup on people who are in bed (though that is a tv perennial), vaguely pink blood smears, the mysterious lack of insulation on the kid in the roof when enough of it had flaked off and fallen down for them to find it on a broom downstairs. I am not complaining even slightly, it’s highly amusing and I sincerely hope this adherence to budget and time constraints continues in subsequent seasons.

Seventhly, the score writers must have had so much fun! It’s brilliantly melodramatic and I keep giggling. I watched a few episodes from later series with my parents as a not-quite-so-tiny hobbit and remember always asking them to put on subtitles and turn the sound off because I was too jumpy even though I liked the plot. Now, as an adult, I totally get it. There’s not one 3 minute scene in that series without some kind of tension building strings or beat behind it. I’m almost keen to hunt down a score as a gym soundtrack, kinda like one of those zombie run podcast things.

Eighthly, why is Hotch so dumb?! I just watched the Fisher King and it ends with the supposed Normal Sensible Capable Family Man trying to clean dried blood, off a white wall, with cold water and a rag. And he then runs said rag in circles over the writing, smearing blood everywhere with no difference to the underlying letters. Yes, I know it’s a fictional character, and an actor dealing with a fake wall, but it made me very mad. He didn’t even spray it with vinegar first! Or any other cleaning product! 😭 I pity Elle’s wall. And her for having to clean it all over again when he’s ‘done’.

Other notes: I adore the JJ/Garcia friendship. Actually, everything about Garcia as a character. She’s wonderful and JJ is showing potential to be very funny. I hope that continues too. I want to give Reid a warm blanket, a good meal and tell him that he is enough. Maybe also keep him away from caffeine for 72 hours and see if he winds down slightly.

The peeps in general have stolen my heart and I want them all to be safe and well and live happy and fulfilling lives with minimal external disturbances. We all know that ain’t happening but I take solace in the fact that somewhere in my heart, on a streaming service, on DVDs, and maybe a crazy multiverse, it will always be Season 1.

Yes, I’m 17 years late to the party. But, now I’m here, I am having a great time. I look forward to seeing how wrong I am about stuff over the next few seasons!

Stay tuned for Hobbit Reflects on TV for series 2 at some unspecified date in the future.

[foxy-eva]

Spencer taking care of his partner on their period

Content Warning: (16+) mentions food, periods, discomfort, cramps, blood, a little bit of suggestiveness at the end

Spencer is the absolute sweetest when it comes to taking care of you. The first time he notices you being uncomfortable on your period he makes it very clear that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. He encourages you to tell him about all your symptoms - it won't freak him out.

He makes it his priority to be there for you and plan activities accordingly. All you want to do is watch Disney movies and eat snacks? He's right by your side.

Of course he did all the research about what is proven to help with cramps. He offers you things like a heating pad, tea and nuts.

He's always affectionate but especially so when you're on your period (because he knows you crave it). He loves to cuddle up with you and just hold you when you're feeling down. With a little back rub or just stroking your hair he makes everything better.

He would never judge you or make snarky remarks about you being moody. Even when you're not sure if you'd rather laugh or cry (or do both at the same time) he is always so patient.

In case you stain your clothes or the sheets he insists on taking care of it.

Spencer makes sure he has tampons and pads at his place too so he's prepared when you sleep over and get your period.

He would never admit it but he does track your cycle so he knows when to stock up on your favorite snacks.

It's also important to him to encourage you to do some light exercise like taking a walk together.

He's happy to run you a warm bath or get into the shower with you. Just keeping you as close as possible at all times.

And if you're comfortable with it, he also finds more creative ways to relieve your cramps (after all, he did his research).

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Chest Infection Fic?

As promised, a snippet of the chest infection fic! Coming Sunday (AWST) to my AO3!

His foot was tapping so hard against the waiting room floor that Rooster was pretty sure he could put a hole through it if he tried hard enough. The medical admin staff glanced up from their paperwork and glared at him, but his foot couldn’t stop tapping. For a moment he considered texting Maverick or even Phoenix to come and wait with him but that was quickly pushed to the side when he remembered he’d done this on his own before; he could do it again. His hands shook as he reached for his phone, unsurprised to find texts from the Daggers. - Phoenix: gonna catch up on criminal minds if anyone’s down Fanboy: fuck yeah I’m on my way Payback: count me out I haven’t recovered from the last one Hangman: be there in a minute Bob: oh god no I’m out Coyote: I want the gossip!! Still gunning for JJ and Reid Phoenix: that’s disgusting Bob: and Emily and Hotch is acceptable?? Phoenix: excuse you Hangman: no Emily and Hotch slap Phoenix: Bagman Phoenix: that’s kinky - “Bradley Bradshaw?” The doctor appeared from her office, file in hand. Rooster stood, wiping his hands on his pants before following her into a room. “What can I do for you, Lieutenant?” “Please, it’s Bradley, and- uh. I could really use some help.” “Okay, tell me what’s going on.” Rooster coughed into the sleeve of his jacket, wincing as his foot tapping kept going. “I... I know I’m about to get really sick, okay, and I want to stop it before it gets to that point. I get chest infections, a lot, and I can feel one coming on.” The doctor nodded, listening as she scribbled notes. “It’s- it’s always been this way, I have a minor cold like everyone else and then next thing I know I’m in the hospital for pneumonia. I’m cleared for duty, it doesn’t impact me in the air, but I get a cough and a tight chest and it’s just a little hard to breathe.” “Do you have a tight chest and a cough now?” The doctor asked. When Rooster nodded she gestured to his shirt. “Get that off, I’ll have a listen to your chest.” He unbuttoned his khaki shirt, then pulled off his white undershirt. Goosebumps rose on his skin and he clenched his teeth as he tried not to shiver. The doctor slathered hand sanitiser on her hands before reaching for her stethoscope. “You’re a little warm, I’ll take your temperature in a moment,” she said thoughtfully as she put the earpieces in her ears. Taking a moment she listened to Rooster’s chest normally, and then asked him to take a deep breath, slowly exhaling. She did it on both sides, then pulled the earbuds from her ears.

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Just got off for the first time in for*ever* and holy shit that felt good🥵🥵 Tonight’s smut was a smut about Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds because👀👀

- Admin

[casesolve]

𝗔͟𝗗MIN 𝗜͟𝗡TRODUCTION

Hi my name is Spencer and I am fifteen yrs old and I use they/them pronouns. I will be writing and portraying the character Dr, Spencer Reid from the show Criminal Minds as I have been wanting to write him for quite a while now. I feel as if his character is underappreciated and there are a few ideas I want to bring. I have only seen up to season 9 currently and prefer to write from the last episode of season 8 to season 1. I can also write with OCS and characters from other fandoms as well since I am quite flexible.

BYF. * Im not too active on tumblr but will definitely try and do so since I am on christmas break right now. I am a minor so I will not being doing any NSFW at all.

Those who are 18+ can interact but not in a romantic or sexual way, if you do you will be BLOCKED.

I will not be doing any romantic relationships with Spencer Reid even if you are also a minor as I am aroace and portraying the character as so also, if you do not like that then do not interact, its as easy as that. (I will be keeping the Maeve romance though as that was a huge thing for Spencer Reid in Criminal Minds)

Theres not really much else I can say but messages and asks are open! If you want to write with me just let me know. I can write anywhere from a few lines to a few paragraphs.

For asks they can be in character and out of character

In character: "Dr Spencer Reid/Reid/Spencer etc. blah blah blah..."

Out of character: "Admin/Admin Spencer blah blah blah..."

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[hiddenwashington]

@ofxscavengcrs said : Was that [SEBASTIAN REID]? Oh no no, that was just [LESTAT DE LIONCOURT], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE]. They are [HUNDREDS] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. ((hey it’s me! May I please reserve Damon Salvatore? And could I get some fc suggestions by any chance?))

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. lestat de lioncourt [sebastian reid]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city!  **damon salvatore is now reserved for cici until 9/1 at 11:27 am est! **and for fcs, thank you to admin maig for these, but you could use: wolfgang novogratz, alex fitzalan, ben barnes, thomas doherty, toby sebastian, or ronen rubinstein!