Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid

[eidetic187]

❛❛Evil can't be SCIENTIFICALLY DEFINED: it's an illusory moral concept that doesn't exist in nature. Its origins and connotations have been inextricably been linked to religion and MYTHOLOGY.❜❜

Independent, heavily selective, canon divergent, OC friendly Spencer Reid from CBS' Criminal Minds. est 2014. Primarily written between seasons 6 to 9, but will write anywhere on the timeline before the prison plotline. written by veronica - 25+ - she/her

A study in: the overwhelming desire to help others, the need to make an impact on the world, grieving someone who hasn't died, believing in the inherent goodness of others despite everything you have seen, wanting to forget but being unable to, craving love so intensely that it hurts, and refusing to let the world make you cruel.

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I dare say, one must confess that @eidetic187 possesses such an intimate acquaintance with the character of Spencer Reid that I do believe she may well be the veritable embodiment of either the esteemed Dr. Reid himself or, indeed, the most talented Mr. Matthew Gray Gubler. It is a notion of the most extraordinary nature — a confluence of identity and artistry so profound that one is left quite breathless by the sheer plausibility of it. Frightfully impressive, I must say.

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[eidetic187]

which one of you sent this tell me RIGHT NOW

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4.24

[eidetic187]

more people need to interact with pre-FBI Spencer (18-22) so i can actually explore the time where hes using a fake id to gamble & swindle casinos & rich ppl out of their money to pay for his mom's medical bills. And frequently getting thrown out of casinos when they realize what's going on.

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spencer reid in 11.11

[anunkindncss]

Your writing does not have to be perfect to be worth posting.

I know, I know. Horrifying. Disgusting. Terrible news. I too have looked at my own writing and thought, “Wow, incredible, somehow every word here was chosen by a haunted Roomba.” And yet? We keep going. Because the thing you wrote while tired, anxious, rusty, distracted, overthinking, or convinced you have never once known how sentences work? Someone else might read it and go, “Oh. There it is. That line hit me directly in the ribs.”

You are allowed to be proud of imperfect writing. You are allowed to post the thing even if you think it could be better. You are allowed to have off days, messy drafts, slow replies, weird sentences, and plots held together with glitter glue and denial. Writing is not about being flawless. It is about making something out of nothing and handing it to someone else like, “Here. I made this little creature in my brain. Please be gentle with it.”

And that is brave as hell. So no, your writing is not trash. That is my department. I am the trashdad. You are the raccoon with a tiny typewriter and a dream.

Post the thing. Love your characters badly, loudly, tenderly, dramatically. Let yourself be seen trying. I am cheering from the dumpster.

[eidetic187]

Quick little PSA; you never have to pick just one of my verses to interact in! I love having multiple threads with people and I love exploring multiple ideas with the same person! If more than one of my verses look interesting to you, we can write in both! Don't feel pressured to pick just one!

[eidetic187]

it's sundayyyyy

who's overstimming spencer until he's crying?

[eidetic187]

and if i said he could cum untouched from praise if he's keyed up enough. what then.

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[citrinebunny]

being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

[eidetic187]

Okay as it is the 3rd sunday of the month im off to lesbian board game night! I'll be back in a few hours!

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7.11

[eidetic187]

Oliver’s fingers thread up into Spencer’s hair, closing into a fist, and tug properly, tilting his head back until their eyes meet. “Are you listening?”

unprompted // always accepting

          Well if he was listening before, he certainly isn't now.

          The very second Oliver's fingers thread in his hair && tug, Spencer's eyes go half-lidded && his mouth falls open, breath shuddering on its way out && eyelashes fluttering as his gaze flits to Oliver's. Every thought in his head was blissfully silenced the second he felt that pleasurable sting in his scalp, his only focus now being Oliver && whatever he wants him to do. It takes far longer than it should for his brain to catch up, awareness having to trudge through a sudden haze of lust in order for him to realize that Oliver asked him something.

        ❛❛ Yes… ❜❜ he breathes, even though he's hard-pressed to remember whatever Oliver had been talking about before he'd pulled his hair. His mouth closes again so he can swallow the drool that's threatening to spill over his lips, Adam's apple bobbing with the effort. ❛❛ I'm listening. ❜❜ He's a terrible liar. His gaze very unsubtly flits down to Oliver's lips && stays there, his tongue absentmindedly flicking out to lick over his own lips.

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" you've been doing so good so far. " a low hum -- voice laced with honey, finger tracing his inner thigh as his head tilts to get a better look at spencer. simon's grin grew wider, planting small kisses along his thigh trailing to the knee. " just let go, angel. your such a mess; its cute to see you like this. "

unprompted // always accepting

          Spencer's every nerve ending feels like a live electrical wire, even the slightest bit of stimulation causing his muscles to twitch && a whine to sound from his throat — && he is loving every second of it. For once, his head is blissfully empty, ever-racing thoughts completely replaced by the sticky haze of lust && pleasure, his very state of awareness narrowing down to each point of contact between him && Simon, to each && every twitch of his muscles as Simon traces a finger along his inner thigh && the rush of pleasure-pain that comes with each touch. His whole body shakes && tears have started to leak from his eyes, hands curled so tightly in the sheets this his knuckles have turned white.

          The praise only heightens everything he's feeling, the low && sultry tone of Simon's voice sending a wave of arousal crashing over him so strongly that it leaves him dizzy. Glassy eyes look down to meet Simon's gaze, only to roll back in his head once more as lips begin to trail along his thigh; the skin there is already sensitive enough on its own without the heightened sensitivity from over-stimulation. Now, he's twitching beneath Simon's lips, more whines && moans falling from his lips with each kiss pressed to his skin. His legs shake — his entire body shakes, trembling with each shock of pleasure that courses through him.

          Then Simon calls him angel, tells him he looks cute when he's been reduced to such a mess, && he's so keyed up && sensitive that it's enough to make him cum again. The sound that leaves him as his orgasm rips through him is caught halfway between a moan && a sob, back arching off the bed && toes curling as his spend joins the remnants of his first, pooling on his stomach.

          Any chance at remaining coherent flies completely out of the window at that point; Spencer's brain has been reduced to a blissful puddle of goop between his ears. "Simon…please…" It comes out as a whine, the only thing he can manage as his body continues to twitch && tremble in Simon's grip. At this point, he's not even conscious of what he's even begging for, he just knows Simon is the source of the near overwhelming bliss he's feeling && he doesn't want it to stop, not yet.

[eidetic187]

ship tags so i can stop having broken links on my dynamics page lol

[eidetic187]

it's sundayyyyy

who's overstimming spencer until he's crying?

[eidetic187]

and if i said he could cum untouched from praise if he's keyed up enough. what then.

[eidetic187]

I need y'all to know that every single time i get a notification about a thread reply from ANYONE this is how i feel