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444rockstargf · 14 days

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"riding the ride." | spencer reid

get free. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: it was a win-win for you. you could finally shut spencer up, and managed to get a good orgasm too.

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.6k

contents: cunnilingus, cum-eating, snowballing (inverted), not proofread

date night. the one night a week where neither of you were working late and finally had the chance unfold in each other’s arms.

as cool breeze blew through the living room window as you flipped through tv channels, spencer’s arm wrapped around your torso as you rested your head on his chest. “what do you feel like watching tonight?” you asked, his thumbs rubbing slow circles onto your flesh. “i don’t mind, baby. i’m not picky.” you nodded, clicking the down button on the remote and landing on a reality show.

spencer hissed and you looked back at him. “what’s the matter?” you asked. “i don’t mind it, but i’m just worried about you. you know i found a really intresting article about reality tv. statistics show that around 47% of people use them as guilty pleasures and 92% of that is the female population who admit that they feel pressure to conform to the unrealistic beauty and relationship standards portrayed in the shows. besides, everything is one-hundred percent staged anyway.”

with each word he spoke, you felt braincells getting killed off in your brain. you nodded, consdiering what he said. “alright then. no reality tv, got it.” you scrolled further down the tv guide, landing on a horror film this time. but he spoke again. “are you sure you wanna choose that, babe? horror movies have been proven to desensitize viewers to violence, major disturbances and other dangers, which may all end up messing up your perception of risks.”

you felt your eye twitching as he droned on. you decided to find something that he couldn’t nitpick and analyze. you click on a weather forecast. boring, monotonous, but no dangers in sight. or so you thought. “did you know tha-” you rolled your eyes, snapping at last. “god, don’t you ever get tired of working that mouth of yours?”

you squirmed at how provocative the statement came out. surprised at your outburst, spencer smiled proudly. “i have yet to, darling.” his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you in even closer to him. you rose an eyebrow, eyes narrowing at him ever so slightly. “is that a challenge, spence?” he caught a glimpse of the cheeky grin on your face in the corner of his eye.

as the weather man blabbed on in the background, your face lit up as an idea popped into your head. you clicked the off button on the remote, making the tv screen turn black. you crawled so that you were fully sat on his lap, your hands starting to play with his hair as you whispered in his ear. “i’ve got a better idea for date night…”

spencer reid, the human computer who could sense even the slightest change in atmopshere seemed to be having a malfunction as you gently pressed his face into your chest. his breath heat up, the warmth seeping throug the thin fabric of your tank top. you moved your hips against his lap, taking the air from his lungs. “how about i put that tongue of yours to good use..?”

it was at this moment that he knew he was powerless. his hands were at your waist, clinging to them like he was afraid to let you go. his eyes trailed down to where your two body connected, taking in the sight of your legs in those little pajama shorts. he brought his hand down and began twirling the drawstring between his fingers, gazing up at you with those deep brown eyes. he tugged at the waistband, silently begging for the shorts to come off. you grinned, seeing that he was finally lost for words. “use your words, spence…” you never thought you’d have to tell spencer to speak, but here you were, watching as he struggled to formulate basic english.

he pressed his chin into your soft chest, muttering under his breath. “can you take ‘em off, hon..?” his biceps flxed slightly under his t-shirts as his grip tightened. you dug your thumbs under the waistband of your shorts, giving him a teasing glance of your bare hips and listening to his breath hitch.

you grinned as his eyes widened like saucers at the sight of your panties. “why don’t you lie down for me, spence.” he nodded, following your command in an instant like an obedient puppy. you stood up from the couch, his eyes glued to your body as you finally took off your shorts, letting them fall to the ground before kicking them off your feet.

the tension in the room grew thick enough to cut through as you lowered yourself onto his chest, not wanting to move too fast. spencer was panting like a dog, eyes triling down to where you cunt with covered by that pesky little strip of fabric. he longed to tear it with his teeth, to finally have access to the honey between your legs.

you slowly rose up once again, crawling slowly until you were hovering over his face. spencer’s mouth watered at the area of saturated fabric that was the perfect telltale of your arousal. your hips swayed slightly, hypnotizing him and making that familiar sizzle burn in this grey sweatpants.

a taste of heaven was just a touch away, and he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. you took a deep breath. “a-alright, just lemme know when you’re rea-” he couldn’t bear the torture any longer. he grabbed your ass, tearing off your panties and connecting his lips with your dripping cunt.

completely taken by surprise, you yelped, gripping the couch cushion as your whole body tensed. he was going at it like a starved dog, his tongue greedily lapping up all your juuices as he tossed the leftover fabric of your panties to the side, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass as he flicked his tongue over your puffy clit.

he groaned deeply as he finally tasted you, desperate to have you. his pulsating cock twitched in his pants, begging to be let free. he bucked his hips into the air, moving against anything he could. “you taste so good, baby…” he muttered into your pussy, moving a hand down to rub quiet circles on your clit.

you tossed your head back in pleasure, grinding against his face as he found the perfect rhythm between his tongue and his fingers. he jutted his tongue in and out of your hole, hasilty bringing a hand down to his sweatpants and needily palming himself through the plush fabric. the contact made his vision go starry, the abundance of pleasure doing wonderful things to his head.

he snaked his hand into his pants, whipping out his precum-glazed cock. the tip was red and swollen from being neglected for so long. he gave himself a few lazy strokes, more focused on your right then than anything else.

his tongue ventured deep inside of your hole, desperate to taste every fold and crevice. you were sure that he wasn’t even breathing at this point. he was completely drunk off the taste of your body. he pumped his cock at a more rapid pace, feeding his moans into your core and sending powerful vibrations through you.

the base of his hand slapped against his balls each time he went back down, his thumb ghosting against his tip when he came back up again. the living room filled with the succulent noises of him devouring you like your were his last meal.

your back arched as he suckled your hard pearl between his lips. you attempted to rise up from his face to let him have a breath of air, but he gripped you even tighter. “c’mon baby, i’m not done yet…” he had your cum pouring down his neck, grool bubbling from his lips and nostrils. he was making an absolute mess of you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

his hips violently thrusted into his fist as the sounds of your moans and whimpers fueled his desire even more. he growled into you, eating you up like a starved predator who had finally caught its prey. your legs clenched aorund his head, nearly suffocating him. you rode his face rapidly, tits bouncing through your tank top.

the sight from above made him run wild. he moved his hand from your hip, sneaking it under your shirt and starting to knead your breasts, toying with your hard nipples.

you were so close to reaching such a satisfying climax. every nerve in your body was responding to his intimate touch, never wanting him to stop. your hands grabbed his hair as the band in your stomach snapped, utnring you into a screamed mess as thick white liquid cascaded out of your pussy.

he hungrily lapped up every last drop, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. his cock had ejaculated hot strings of cum so far that they had hit your back, painting you like a piece of art. he took his time finished you off like the last scoop of a sweet dessert before finally letting you off his face. as you got back to your feet, he sat up and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, feeding your cum into your mouth and groaning softly. “...see how good you taste, my love..?”

your lips began to swell at how deeply he took you in, the heat in your body reaching an all time high. after several long minutes, he pulled away from you, a string of saliva connecting you two before breaking. he looked down, seeing the cummy mess on his t-shirt. but it was nothing compared to what streamed down his neck. you giggled softly, patting him on the cheek. “such a messy boy…”

he stood up from the couch, picking up your shorts for you. “how about we take this date night to the shower? would you like that, baby?” you smiled, nodding as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. he walked away with you, a smle on his face and a sticky mess flowing down your inner thighs.

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reidiot · 8 months

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reidsbabi · 2 months

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my baby with puppies <3

#matthew gubler #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler is boyfriend #he's so cuddly #i love him #criminal minds #spencer reid #reidsbabi #matthew gray gubler imagine

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madsmadeit · 19 days

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this is the silliest man i know.

like who else other than matthew grey gubler would post this photo to over 3 million followers???

no one.

#madsposted #spencer reid #criminal minds #reid #spencer #mgg #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x reader #he’s so babygirl #my silly guy #goofy goof #matthew gubler

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reidshand · 9 days

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mggs arms.

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kerriganwrites · 8 months

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------68 KILL, Chip Taylor (Matthew Gray Gubler)

#matthew gray gubler #68 kill #chip taylor #mgg #matthew gubler

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matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl · 2 months

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NSFW ALPHABET - MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

• Based around fem!reader!!! I tried to make most of them gender neutral when they are based around just Matthew, but when a partner is mention female anatomy is used. Please let me know if you enjoyed this or agree with my HCs!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Depends! If he’s too tired afterwards, probably after a few rounds and back in the 2000s when he was less experienced, he would probably just lay and cuddle you while he took his time regaining his stamina. On the other hand, as his stamina grew and he wasn’t completed fucked afterwards, he’d grab you both a glass of water to take a couple sips from and clean eachother up a bit if he had finished somewhere on you or his fingers and face were sticky with your liquid.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part about himself is probably his torso/upper body area because it allows him to wrap his arms around you and hold you close. His favourite body part on you varies, but that’s only because it’s hard to choose just one favourite thing. He tells people your smile to keep things PG, but whenever he is on top of you he can’t help but caress and fondle your breasts, and if he’s feeling a little cheeky, he’ll stare at your butt when you wear bootie shorts.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum inside you, of course, just because the action feels so intimate, but he won’t object to pulling out and finishing on your pussy or stomach to see how it lays on your soft skin. Not to mention, he can’t get enough of your cum; the taste, the consistency between his fingers.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wouldn’t want to admit it, but he masurbates often. He loves to jerk his hips up into his hand and whimper your name when you’re apart.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I doubt he’s experienced. He’s not the type to have casual hook-ups, so his list of lovers is probably short, but quantity ≠ quality.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Touch decision between cowgirl and missionary. Depending on his mood, if he’s feeling a little submissive he’ll just lay there and let you take control, then gripping your hips roughly as he got closer and closer. When he likes missionary, he burrows his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as he thrusts into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If it’s a morning quickie, he’ll be all giggly as you take off your pjs and make out, then feeling very flustered afterwards because he’s embarrassed. Similarly, he loves to tease you which always tugs a smirk to his lips because he can’t take himself seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed but not hairless, which is mainly for comfort. But if you asked him to shave closer to the skin he would without hesitation.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He considers sex to be incredibly intimate. He’ll often whisper soft I love you’s as he makes love to you and always praising you. He want’s you all to himself. He prides himself knowing that you are exclusive.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Similar to Dirty Secret, he tends to only do it in bed at night, sometimes in the shower. He loves it when you give him a hand job, though. 1000% percent better, because when he does it to himself he always pretends it’s your hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

His kinks and desires fluctuate over the years, but he’s always loved praising. Either praises from you when you’re touching him which make him finish so fast, or he’s whispering them in your ear, making you shiver.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed is always the first option. Considering how tall he is, it’s usually the most comfortable location. But, if you’re feeling frisky, you’ll ride him on the couch or he’ll take you against the wall in the shower, which always gives him a little pep in his step from the adrenaline.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The tiniest thing can make him horny. You can simply be walking around in a big sleep shirt (better if it’s one of his t-shirts), just panties underneath and the very bottom of your butt is peeking from underneath, he can’t help but give it a little squeeze or coming up behind you, pushing his erection against you which immediately lets you know he’s in the mood.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dominance that borderlines BDSM. He’ll ocasionally ask for your hands to wrap around his neck but never constricting his air in a serious way. He could never imagine hitting you during, and if you had done so he would be confused. why did they hit me? am i doing something wrong?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Munch! If he had to choose between giving or receiving, he would always pick to give it. Of course, he can’t get enough of your lips wrapped around his cock, your tongue teasing him, but nothing matches being able to devour you completely and drink you dry.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the occasion. If you’re celebrating an anniversary or just some tired sex after work, he’ll be slow and gentle, whispering and kissing you as he lets our quiet whimpers and groans. But if he’s been missing you all day, having to distract himself with something so he doesn’t drown in daydreams of your body, the second he’s home alone with you he’ll climb on top of you, burrying his face in your neck as he thrusts into you in long movements, pulling out until only his tip remains then pushing back into you, causing the bed to shake.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He would choose a long night of love making over a quickie, but he would never object. He prefers for them to be at home just out of comfort, either on the kitchen counter or his reading chair.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s very open minded in all senses, especially in bed. If you suggest you try a new toy, he’ll use it as many ways as he can think. For example, when you are experimenting with vibrators together, he’s a little worried to try it on his tip at first because the loud vibration sound is intimidating, but once you did he came so fast, withering right underneath you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Similarly to Aftercare, it depends on his experience. In the 2000s when he was more scrawny, he probably doesn’t last too long and can only endure 1-2 rounds when. But as his endurance grew he could handle 2-4 orgasm a night. This varies depending if you’re experimenting.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

When he’s single, he probably doesn’t own any. But once he’s in a relationship and comfortable enough, he would find it interesting to go to a sex shop and pick out toys with you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to compliment your body and make you blush. He’ll act tough when he’s teasing you verbally, but as soon as you drag him to your bedroom that game is over and he’s begging.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not too loud but is very vocal, always breathing heavy and whimpering, and as he gets closer to cumming the moans come out.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Goes crazyyyy for fingering. He loves watching his fingers moving in and out of your pussy (not more than watching his cock disappear inside you). He especially loves watching your wither and squirm just from something simple as his fingers, then tasting your arousal after he brings you to orgasm.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Toned, of course. But as we head south, his length is average, 6-7 inches, his tip a pretty pink colour. He’s always self conscious about his size and claims that he’s small, but you always reassure him that it’s perfect for you and you tell him how good his cock feels, which always ends up to a quickie or another round.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average to above average. He’s almost always open to being intimate, but his sex drive varies with stress levels or if emotionally straining things happen in his life.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you two had a long night of fucking, more than three rounds, you’ll exchange a couple soft whispers as you cuddle afterwards, just trying to recollect your breath and falling asleep in your arms. But if he’s not too fucked out he’ll lay on his side while you lay beside him on his back, letting his fingers dance over your body and chat quietly until one of you decide to speak up and say it’s time you get some sleep.

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dysphoricsanity · 7 months

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Matthew recently

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#matthew gubler #mgg #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid #criminal minds

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stargirlsturniololover · 1 month

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happy birthday to the cutest 44 year old baby that has ever walked the face of the earth

i love you matthew😭

#matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gubler #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid #mgg #star’s yappin #star’s roman empires

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reidselle · 8 months

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season one spence <3

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ssaseaprince · 25 days

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444rockstargf · 13 days

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"be my undercover lover." | spencer reid

summer bummer. - lana del rey

��₊⋆ synopsis: bad things happened when you made friends with the enemy, so what would happen if you fucked him instead?

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criminal!female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.5k

contents: public sex, unprotected p in v, creampie

a flicker of lightning illuminated the dark alleyway as the storm continued to rage on.

a shaky breath exhaled your lungs as you took a long drag of your cigarette, the smoke providing you warmth as you leaned against the stone-cold wall. you pulled your dark hood over your eyes, watching as cars zoomed by the alley, their lights sparkling against the wet sidewalks.

raindrops cascaded down the material of your long black jacket, the cloak concealing your identity. it was extremely dangerous for you to be out in the open at this time, but you had needs that desperately needed to be attended to. you glanced at your jeweled watch, the long arm of the clock striking 2 in the morning. as if on cue, the dim lights of a car stopped right outside of the alley, followed by the sound of an individual stepping out and making his way inside.

you kept your head down, the dark figure appearing in your peripherals. he held an umbrella, warm brown hair blowing in the wind as he took slow steps toward you. you put out your cigarette, approaching him until you were mere inches apart. “h-hey… i made it.” spencer’s voice trembled, mostly from fear and chills. he was dressed in his usual suit and tie, a few stray drops of rain cascading down his jawline and trickling down his neck.

you pulled him deeper into the enclosed spot, checking to see if the coast was clear before taking off your hood, your striking eyes meeting his soft gaze. he used the umbrella to cover your head, then you smiled softly. “i didn’t think you’d make it.” he smiled nervously. “i’d never want to disappoint you, darling.”

his eyes immediately caught a glimpse of the priceless watch hiding under your sleeve and his heart sank. if word got out about a genius FBI agent hooking up with the city’s most feared and corrupt criminal, who knew what would happen to him or you? you were opposing forces, fighting against each other in a battle that had no end in sight. but you were the most good-looking delinquent he’d ever laid eyes on. you had him wrapped around your finger, just as he did with you.

as you two stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed to be an eternity, you pushed him against the wall, placing your hands on his chest as you pulled him into a needy kiss. his eyes fluttered shut as your smooth lips moved against his in an intimate act that hadn’t been committed in far too long.

the umbrella slipped out of his grip as his hands found your waist, pulling you into his body as he sloppily kissed you on your open mouth. your hands ran through his drenched hair, his grip moving to your hips as he fondled with the leather material of your tight skirt. he groaned deeply into your mouth, making you smile into the kiss as you whispered softly. “...did you miss me, spence..?”

he nodded, panting as he pulled away for just a second. “s-so, so much, baby. you have no idea…” you had become his worst addiction. the dark succubus who kept him awake in the depths of the night, constantly yearning for you. you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and connecting your wet lips with his again. he grabbed your ass, lifting you up and pressing you against the opposite wall. your tongues fought a silent war as both your and his arousal got nearly impossible to hide. your thumbs trailed down his chiseled jaw, frantically moving down to unbutton his dress shirt.

you pulled away for a moment, your lips swelling from the intensity of the kiss. spencer panted, starting to kiss your neck and leaving a sloppy wet trail behind him, moving down your collarbones and stopping right above the lacy rim of your blood-red camisole top. he looked up at you, brown doe eyes glazed over with lust. you wrapped your legs around his waist, never wanting to depart from him.

he spoke with his voice growing hoarse, his throbbing cock pulsating against the restricting material of his dress pants. “c-can i have you, baby..? i need you, i just need you so bad…” though you usually loved to torture him like the heartless criminal you were, you were just as needy as him at this moment, if not more.

you nodded, feeling his boner rubbing against your soaking crotch. his eyes lit up at your approval. he tore off the thin fabric of the top with his gleaming white teeth, an action so effortlessly attractive that you bit your lip to prevent any sheepish noises from coming out. he freed your tits from the clothed prison, eyes widening at your erect nipples pointed directly at him.

he took one of your tits into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your stiff peak with a low groan. you tossed your head back, feeling heat pooling in your core from the stimulation. all the talking he did made him dangerously good with his tongue, a few simple flicks of it nearly pushing you off the edge.

he rolled his hips against you, his cock nearly tearing through the fabric of his pants. you reached a hand down to hastily unbuckle his belt, letting it fall to the wet ground with a metallic clang. you unbuttoned his pants and his cock eagerly sprung out, the tip rubbing against your clothed slit and making you gasp.

you slipped your panties to the side, grabbing spencer’s shaft and using the tip to play with your needy clit. he moaned into your chest, looking up at you with a pleading gaze. you swallowed hard, slowly putting him inside of you, inch by inch at a time. you gasped as he pushed his hips upward, forcing the remaining amount inside of you.

his chest rose and fell as he felt your tight, gummy walls clenching around you with such desperation. with both hands glued to your ass, he thrusted in and out of you, loud moans slipping from your glazed lips. spencer buried his head in your chest, hiding the tears that filled his eyes from the pleasure that came with being inside you once again.

there was a large price that came with having an affair with your enemy, but moments like this made everything worth it. he lifted his head to kiss you on the lips again, feeding his moans into your mouth as he fucked you at a rapid pace, his balls slapping against the wet, gooey base of your hole. his cock had a perfect curve that helped him hit your cervix with every moment, intentional or not.

you moaned and whimpered in his mouth, the alley filling with sounds of skin slapping together and other lewd noises. your tight hole nearly crushed him alive as it convulsed around him, his balls tightening up as a familiar sensation coursed through his veins. despite the rain, your bodies were on fire. a blaze that would remain hot forever.

“cum for me, spencer… n-need to feel you inside me…” one billion words of protest filled his mind, but nothing would feel better than filling you up with his seed. his clean, organized thrusts began to lose their composure as his moans became harder to suppress. you thanked the heavens for sending this storm, or else you two surely would’ve been caught by then.

his eyes filled with that haze of lust as he looked you right in the eye, his orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks. he bit his lip so hard that he drew blood as he pushed you all the way down, his cock reaching your guts. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he filled you up like a sweet dessert, your hole swelling from the presence of his cum.

beads of sweat rolled down spencer’s forehead, his cheeks tinted with pink as he slowly set you back on the ground, your knees weak as you used the wall for support. “o-oh goodness, i-im so sorry. you told me to, y’know, a-and i just thou-” you interrupted his rambling with a deep kiss, your teeth hitting his for a moment as you tasted each other.

you pulled away abruptly. “you talk too much, pretty boy.” his eyes were wide and hazy. he cleared his throat, nervously scratching the back of his head. “s-sorry…” you looked up at the sky, the storm finally starting to clear. you rolled your skirt back down, using the torn remnant of your top to cover your exposed tits.

spencer’s eyes were glued to him. you looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow. he quickly caught the memo, tucking his softening cock back into his pants. you nodded, pulling your hood back up and starting to walk back out of the alley. but his voice stopped you in your tracks. “i’ll really miss you, y’know that?” you turn your head, shooting him a half-smile. “i will too. until we meet again, my love.”

with that, you left him in the dark, disappearing into the night.

author's note: thank you all for blowing up my inbox last night!! i promise to get them all out as soon as I can.

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reidiot · 9 months

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liking this man causes the same symptoms as psychosis

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katefaith18 · 18 days

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Trope: Always the smartest person in the room

Hannibal Lecter . Will Graham

Sherlock Holmes . Enola Holmes

Dr. Gregory House

Dr. Spencer Reid

Dr. Temperance "Bones" Brennan

Mycroft Holmes . Sherlock Holmes

Adrian Monk

Patrick Jane

The Doctor (every incarnation)

Detective Benoit Blanc

Should I make a part two?

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madsmadeit · 5 months

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just thought i should put this here…

@abbie_lovesu on tiktok!!

#spencer reid #criminal minds #reid #spencer #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #mgg #spencer x reader #mgg pics #matthew gubler #he’s so babygirl #he’s so fine #he’s so yummy #not my edit #not my video #credit to artist #madsposted

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pleutbeaucoup · 1 year

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I CANNOT get cooking for Spence out of my headdddd!!! Like imagine just cooking for him while he sits at the table reading a book or standing behind you, looking at the dishes you have going on the stove!!!!! Just so much domestic fluffff!!! I KNOW he tears up every once in a while when he realizes how much reader loves him and shows it through food and making sure he’s being well fed!!!

bucatini.

spencer x reader

the fluffiest fluff.

please see copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.

495.

'and now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.'

spencer looked up, his glasses having fallen just slightly when he'd been bent over, were now perched just on the edge of his nose. and even though you hadn't turned from the bucantini, you still knew that to be true.

you lifted the pan off the burner, extinguishing the flame and setting it aside to thicken further while you moved to grating the parmesan.

'is that it?' you finished your earlier quote.

looking up from the mini pile of cheese snow you saw spencer then. leaned against the counter, page 678 still open in his right hand, his thumb keeping the book from closing completely, the glasses still on the edge of his nose.

a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at you. 'i guess so. maybe that's it.' he recited the next line from memory. a feat his eidetic mind could've done even if east of eden's cover hadn't been worn down, a hazard of being one of his favourites.

you gave him a small smile too, turning back to add the pasta to the sauce, before moving to plate the meal.

you heard spencer close the book and set it down. then a small huff of sounds as he leaned off the counter to help you carry the plates to the table.

'how'd you know i was at that part?' spencer asked, waiting a few beats before he came behind you to reach for the wine glasses he always put away just a hair too high. one part the way your body looked reaching for them, two parts the feeling he got knowing you needed his help, needed him.

'aside from nearly being done the book, you always get this look on your face when you get to those lines.' you answered, taking the glasses from his hands.

'and what look is that?' spencer wondered as he pulled your favourite red from the fridge.

you shrugged, a small smile on your face as you recalled the way he looked just a few moments before. 'i don't know, just, you. just completely absorbed. like you know the ending is coming. not because you've read it a million times or because the pages are drying up, like a knots being tied and you can feel things wrapping up and you're at a kind of peace. i know that sounds crazy.'

'not crazy.' spencer assured you, filling both your glasses, he dropped a soft barely there and yet somehow unmissable kiss on your cheek. 'thank you.'

'i'm happy to cook for you love.'

'not for that,' he huffed as he plopped into his seat, pausing as he reached for his fork, 'well yes for that but thank you,' he looked up at you, 'for seeing me.'

you smiled, reaching across your small table, lifting his glasses just slightly, and wiping the few tears brimming. 'i'm happy to see you love.'

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