I wanna fuck Spencer Reid (no shit) like literally tie his wrists to the bed, and make him whimper. And make all his thoughts leave his mind for a moment 'IQ dropped to 60' kind of shit. I want to give that man the ride of this freaking life. Until the whole fucking room smells like sex. Until we look like we run a marathon. Until it makes obscene wet sounds at our every move. Until we both loss our voices. Till his freaking mama remembers. I want that fucking wood rubbing inside of me like it's going to start a fucking fire. Then give him the best after care he even had you want a bath, you want a shower, you want to snack, you want just to cuddle and talk it's okay darling I got you.
My mum: you keep smiling at your phone, you got a boyfriend?
Me: I’m writing and reading fan fiction about mentally unstable FBI agents
is this good omens
this is absolutely insane btw
“It starts, as it will end, with a garden.” WHAT IF IT ENDS WITH CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE IN THEIR GARDEN OUTSIDE THEIR SOUTH DOWN COTTAGE WITH CROWLEY WATERING HIS PLANTS AND AZIRAPHALE ENJOYING A PASTRY AND READING
I’ll never stop thinking about Hugh’s slutty little waist
Selling pins who wants one?
the inside out characters inside my mind