Spencer Reid + Sleeping

7x18 - Foundation

just thinkin about lowkey creep Tony who finds any way to see Peter in little to no clothing. Tells him he needs to strip down to his boxers csuse otherwise the measurements for his new suit wont be correct even though it'd be just fine if Peter continued to wear his clothes.

Who notices how his old suit does nothing to compliment his body so he purposefully makes his new suits a little tighter than necessary, forcing Peter to have to buy a dance belt so his bulge wasn't showing through it. But it gave Tony to greatest opportunities to look at the boys tight ass.

Who has to physically stop himself from pulling up camera footage of the boy working in his lab from earlier that and using it as jerk material because yes he was a dirty man but he didn't want to feel any more horny around the boy than he does already.

Who will find any excuse to have his hands on the boy, letting them rest on his lower back whenever the they walk together or finding its place on the boys upper thigh when they sat next to each other. He'd let his fingers stroke his inner thigh to tease the other but would make no effort to escalate the situation. Always denying any accusations thrown his way.

Who when he found out Peter was seeing someone else, did a deep dive on their personal lives to find out every detail they could about the person who believed they were good enough for Peter. Who found every excuse to hate the partner 'they're not smart enough for you, pete' 'you sure you have enough time for them? with school and being here with me?' 'do they know your spider-man? you should date someone who can know, it'll make your life easier' until Peter is leaving another partner because Tony planted the seed.

Who never did anything to explicitly say how much he wanted the younger boy. Instead he would manipulate the situation to make Peter be the first one to ask for something more. He would stand too close to the other when helping him with something, his hot breath tickling Peters neck or praise him a little too much just to watch the way red would stain his cheeks.

Who cheered internally when Peter finally made his move when Tony was standing a little too close and whispering how good of a boy he had been to help him with a small assignment. Cupping the boys face and kissing him senseless, just like he'd dreamed of many nights before. Maybe even bending him over his counter and taking the younger boy right then and there.

idk just love the idea of creepy Tony who's in love with Peter

Hannibal 1.01 "Apéritif"

i need hotch telling reid he loves him by understanding him the most, comforting him with his words and stability, lifts home, pointed questions, and unexpected dimples to awkward jokes no one else gets. he's spent his whole life in repression and holding himself back, his love is woven deep and hidden so no one could ever interfere. he tells reid he loves with honest confessions and actions far louder than words.

i need reid telling hotch he loves him by him grabbing the chief's face and kissing the living daylights out of him when they're supposed to be arguing after they were a bit too reckless after a case, too self-sacrificing. he never learned how to be subtle and for the first time in hotch's life, maybe he could teach hotch how to let go

the two ppl most likely to stand in front of a loaded gun in the hands of frantic madmen without concern for their life. they know each other and they love. they love each other in their own ways and they won't ever stop. when they come home to each other they whisper i love you's until it rings in their ear because each day might be their last.

hotchreid fic rec?

idk where u came from but I have SO MANY. I've been waiting for someone to ask.

these are like all one shots but they're all SO GOOD.

Not me having thots about Hotch having super detailed and intricate tattoos that cover both of his arms and connect to each over over his shoulder blades/back. They stop a little below his elbows, so they're super easy to hide under his suits (even when he rolls his sleeves up a little).

But then the team are called in for an emergency case. There's no time to change into proper clothes--they have to grab their go-bags and meet at the jet. And he's walking on in a dark blue button-up, the top two buttons open, the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and black jeans. And everyone is staring at him.

For a moment he's puzzled, setting his bag down under his seat before his eyes widen in realization. He let's out an exasperated sigh before sitting down, already feeling the headache coming on from the questions that are sure to bombard him. And, of course, they do. Mostly from Derek and Penelope, actually.

Derek is shocked. "Hotch, man, I didn't know you had ink! How long have we known each other?"

Penelope is practically vibrating in her seat (she's coming with, her own outfit a bit eccentric for a case), "Oh my goodness! What do they mean? How many do you have? Wait, can I have a closer look?"

The only people who are silent throughout the whole ride are Rossi and Reid. Rossi because he already knew about the tattoos, and he's mostly just shooting Hotch an amused look from over his file.

Reid, however... Reid is speechless. Eyes tracing over every bit of exposed skin, trying to map what might be hidden underneath the shirt. Trying to piece together the puzzle of black ink that permanently marks Hotch's skin, wondering what it all means. He doesn't notice that Hotch catches him staring (more than once), nor does he realize how his face has flushed a pretty rosy red the longer he imagines how far those tattoos go along Hotch's back. Do they curl over his ribs? Do they go down his hips, his thighs?

His fingers twitch. The urge to trace along those thick lines, to feel every inch of skin that is marked forever by an artist who spent hours (days? weeks?) laboring over their work, perfecting every little detail--it makes his skin tingle.

And then they're landing in Colorado, and Reid has no clue what their case is about, blinking back his embarrassment for having not paid any attention to his team whatsoever. He swallows, adjusting his satchel over his crotch as he walks out after Emily. Thankfully he can read over the case on the way to the precinct. Unless he ends up riding with Hotch--because he isn't too sure his imagination will let him focus otherwise.

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

2x12 - “Tome-wan”

“𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰”

— 𝙝𝙮𝙮𝙝 𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 / 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙