#spencer i love you

[deepcreekvulture]

What is with you people hating on Jesus Reid… that man is so gorgeous- AND WITH THE CANE???!!!! AAAUUUUGGGHHHH I WANT HIM SO BAD

[cryptic-science]

smosh cast is fucking INSANE today

[babymetaldoll]

spencer says: we were friends :,)

Spencer, we are still friends, but if you make me pick between you and my husband, your twin brother.... I'm gonna pick him, I'm sorry.

That doesn't mean I don't love you, it means I love Gubler better.

But you and I, we are still besties, and will ever be, trust me! and we can have our coffee dates to catch up any time you want!

[briefkittenearthquake]

I like my men smart

[vee6lolz]

2:34 am .

imagine you’re dating spencer and instead of him not being able to keep his hands off you, he can’t keep his hands on you. during sex he’s always to scared to put it in because he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he substitutes by sticking his pretty little face between your thighs and cleaning your messy cunt with his tongue and running your a warm bath afterwards. on your honeymoon, you guys had p in v sex for the first time and he did not hold back. it felt so amazing, but he ended up bruising your cervix and he wouldn’t touch you for like 3 weeks afterwards. he always muttered ‘i’m sorry- i’m so sorry-’ whenever he even thought that he was going too hard inside of you, he promises to be gentle at first but the pace he goes is always too underwhelming for him so he ends up fucking the lights out of you, only to feel guilty about you being cock drunk; barely being able to form a coherent sentence. he always tells you how pretty you are afterwards, begging you to forgive him. and you love it.

[sincerelybubbles]

could you write something where the reader is listening to reid going off on his tangents and when he gets insecure, just straight up saying. "no, go on. i like the sound of your voice." ? ty! 🤍

Don't shut up // no warnings as far as i can tell? lmk if not <3 pure fluff!! ty for the request <333

"They usually called her the Limping Lady but there's really no way to tell how many pseudonyms she used," Spencer is saying, dragging his hand through your hair where you lay on his lap, His other hand is busy grasping at the air while he talks.

"Because of the prosthetic leg?" You ask, urging him to continue talking. You're nearly asleep, eyes heavy and chest loose with the comfort of his proximity.

"Yeah. She actually nicknamed it 'Cuthbert' when she got the wooden prosthetic. It's actually pretty interesting - people have been using prosthetics for a really long time. We don't know exactly when people started using them in modern medicine, but the first evidence we can find of them dates all the way back to ancient Egypt where they found a prosthetic toe."

The documentary Spencer put on over an hour ago about World War II has long since been paused, Netflix's blinking "Are you still watching?" hovering uselessly on his laptop screen. He paused it ages ago to discuss the inaccuracies about Hitler's past, then Italy's involvement in France and the parallels between the almost French famine and the Irish famine, leading him to Virginia Hall.

All in all, you're in heaven. He's been stroking your hair, blunt nails scratching every so often, voice rumbling through his chest and stomach where your ear presses against. He's talking calmly, even, if not slightly rushed, like he can't wait for even a breath to keep telling you about everything he knows.

"I just want you to know all of the things I know, too, you know?" He told you once when you urged him to slow down. He's learned to take his time with you, eventually, realizing that you're not waiting for your opportunity to jump in. You don't spend your time with Spencer figuring out when it'll be your turn to talk next; instead, you lull in the comfortable space of listening while knowing he'll return the favor the moment you have something to say.

"Sorry, are you trying to sleep? I can shut up and turn the movie back on," Spencer says suddenly, hand stilling in your hair.

You open your eyes slightly to find him looking down at you, lip caught between his teeth, a hesitant look in his eyes.

Spencer doesn't often get insecure like this around you - you've spent plenty of time convincing him that there's no need - but moments like this still happen. You suppose it's a natural product of constant teasing and bullying through childhood.

"I don't mean to ramble," he mutters when he catches your eye.

"No," you say, interrupting him and reaching up to brush your fingers across his cheekbone and up to his eyebrows. "No, Spence, I literally love the sound of your voice. Please, keep going."

You watch him melt, afraid for a moment that his liquid brown eyes will start to water. You make a concerned noise, about to sit up and comfort him further, when his hand moves to press down on your collarbones. He holds you in place as he looks at you for a second, heated gaze causing you to feel warm. Slowly, he bends to press a kiss on each of your eyelids, right below your eyebrows. He rests his lips on the bones there for a few moments before moving to the next.

"I love you," he murmurs, the truth of the statement oozing out too sincerely to ignore.

He doesn't give you a moment to breathe before diving right back into his explanation of how ancient prosthetics were integrated into modern medicine, hand resuming its path in your hair and voice slowly bringing you to a calm half-nap.

[violet-harmon2011]

to my favorite serial killer, clown, cult leader, hairstylist, vampire, playwright, actor, hotel owner, lobster man, circus performer, zombie, frat boy, and mechanic <3

[spencestiel-michelle]

*Spencer Reid lingers in the doorway*

Y/n: what’s the matter? you look like you’re struggling there, sailor. 

Reid, conflicted: i really want to kiss you goodbye but the cold you have is highly contagious and i would only be increasing my chances of contracting it and spreading it by initiating skin to skin contact. 

Y/n: you would also be kissing me goodbye- but you’re right, i get it, i’m too germ-ridden for my boyfriend to give me a quick forehead kiss goodbye, i’ll just have to wave from over he- 

*Spencer quickly kisses Y/n on the forehead and rapidly backs up and out of the door* 

*Spencer blushes and and terribly fights back a smile as he blatantly gushes over Y/n*

Y/n: was that so hard? 

Reid, bashfully: i will see you tomorrow. 

*Reid leaves*

Y/n, dreamily: i’m so gonna marry that man. 

[lea24sposts]

i want to wrap him up in bubble wrap and protect him from the world

[salemontrial]

Say whatever you want but Missy explaining Orpheus and Eurydice to Spider while he listens with genuine awe going "woag. Fr?? No shit?? Thats tragic asf waog.." is indeed peak romance and you can't do a thing to change my mind

[le0ni318]

"i never have any normal fans"

meanwhile i'm chatting to him on character.ai

[deepcreekvulture]

Listen I am a Season 3-5 Spencer girl. I LOVE his long hair, I wanna run my fingers through it and give him a smooch.

HOWEVER

Short hair Spencer has been on my dome lately- I am in LOVE. It’s just so soft and tuggable and I just wanna profess my undying love and affection for him.

LOOK AT HIM

[nick-nellson]

PSYCH | 1.01 Pilot

[cheriepie111]

Pleaseee I need jealous!Reader and Spencer Reid??🙏🏾🙏🏾Maybe reader and the rest of bau are out clubbing or whatevaaa and someone keeps flirting with him?? And Spencer being absolutely clueless and love sick with reader he doesn't even notice.🤦🏾‍♀️ Maybe a little angsty at the start but ending a little spicy or more fluffy or maybe both? Whatever you're comfortable with! Thank youuuu💕

Jealousy Is Haunting Me

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: You don't like anyone touching what's yours

Warnings: Possessive reader, Bathroom sex, Oral (m!receiving)

Title is from 'Jealousy' by Pale Waves

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Thomas Maloney. That was the name of the bastard that you had just locked up for life. And it was his arrest that warranted this celebratory trip to the bar. You nursed your third negroni and watched as your boyfriend chatted with some blond across the bar. His shirt sleeves were pushed past his elbows in a desperate attempt to gain some reprieve from the heat and he clutched a club soda in his hand. Spencer had the same look in his eye that he got when he talked about his favorite books but the girl’s eyes glinted far more nefariously.  

A brush of her hand, a well timed laugh… It was all too much. Spencer didn’t protest when you interrupted, he didn’t protest when you dragged him to the bathroom, and he especially didn’t protest when you locked the door behind him. He was quick to ask what’s wrong, his large hands finding your hips. 

“She was all over you,” you huffed, a petulant pout on your lips. He chuckled lowly against your neck before kissing your cheek. 

“I’m yours, baby. You know that.”

“Doesn’t mean I like seeing it,” You said, your hand tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. You gave the soft locks a tug, eliciting a soft moan from your boyfriend. 

“I-I’m yours,” He repeated, pulling you impossibly closer. Chest to chest, mouth to mouth, thighs to… bulge? You raised an eyebrow and he could only grin sheepishly. A rush of possessiveness washed over you at the realization. 

“All mine.” Your fingers tugged at his belt as you dropped to your knees, the dirty floor the last thing on your mind. Spencer groaned, his fingers gripping the sink, and prayed that his knees wouldn’t give out. You took your time sliding his slacks and boxers down his lithe legs, reveling in his soft gasps. His thick dick sprung forward and you’re so eager to touch him, to tease him… You wrapped your hand around his base, taking in the sight of him above you. He was such a pretty mess, his hair sticking to his forehead and his lips parted. 

“God, I wish that bitch could see you now.” You hummed against his tip. “All desperate for my mouth.” He mumbled something incoherent and his sweet sounds egged you on as you took him in your mouth. Your other hand fondled his balls and he knew he would cum embarrassingly quickly if you kept looking at him like that. 

His head knocked against the cracked mirror as he let out a strangled moan. Fuck, you felt so good that his mind went cloudy. The dingy bathroom filled with sloppy sounds and loud mounds as you worked him. Spencer felt his stomach tightening and he knew. He tried to warn you, he really did, but he was overcome with white-hot pleasure before he could from the words. You made no move to slow, savoring the salty sweetness that filled your mouth, his earthy scent that invaded your nose, and the delicious moans that rang in your ears.

[briefkittenearthquake]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, in the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and i’d still ride.

[alana-reid-2005]

mgg’s eras

model pretty

baby reid 🥹

glasses reid 😍

doe eyed baby deer reid 🥹

literal prince charming 🫅

jesus hair reid on crutches

boyband cut reid 🥵

daddy reid

rumple buttercup gubler 🥰