rip dr. gregory house you would've loved weezer
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@reidfucker
rip dr. gregory house you would've loved weezer
this show is insane actually who chose the music I need to kiss them on the mouth
IT'S NOT EVEN QUEERBAITING ANYMORE
house md season 4 finales had me smoking out a window in the dead of the night type contemplative. house called for wilson to pick him up when he was drunk alone at the bar. like the writers kind of dangled house/amber what with the seduction dream sequence and the bartender saying she was his girlfriend for the night. but then you find out house wanted wilson and told her to go get him and only went on the bus after storming out refusing to go with her. amber only went to get house for wilson's sake too. amber had been well established to be a female version of house. and house got irrationally possessive and jealous over wilson since they actually seemed happy which led to house spending less time with wilson. he wanted to get him drunk and stay out together past 11pm. which could mean nothing. and then he risked his life and his brain to save her out of nothing but wanting to make wilson happy even if it wasn't with him. which could also mean nothing
i am sick
Oh yeah, James Wilson is so cisgender haha, he’s the most cis man to ever -trips and spills my dozens of ftm James Wilson headcanons onto the floor- I mean he—he—he— he’s obviously a cis gay man, he -trying to scoop up the hundreds of index cards-
Garcia, pouring honey into her tea : hell yeah get into that leaf juice you sexy bee sauce
Reid : ...Do you take constructive criticism on your sentences
Garcia : No.
Relentless Sensations
Pairing: Trans! Spencer Reid x Top! Male! Reader
Word Count: 1.1k+
DNI: Not 18+ and Fem aligned
Author's Note: Hmmmmm Overstimulation with Spencer Reid while he sits on your cock 😞😞?? Yes. Yes Indeed.
Warning! Spencer, at first, asks reader to slow down, this is not (consensual) Non Con, and I do not write it and never will.
Reader ignores this and Spencer later changes his opinion, and asks him to continue. If you are uncomfortable with this, please do not read the first four paragraphs.
"MmMph!- PleAse, Pleaseee- Just.. sLow doWn!" Spencer begged as you rubbed his clit harshly, while your dick was pressed directly into his g-spot.
Spencer's voice cracked with desperation, his pleas escaping in ragged breaths. The room seemed to close in around him, every sound amplified—the rustle of fabric sheets, the heavy panting, the frantic heartbeat echoing in his chest. Your rubbing on his pussy was relentless, rough yet precise, each movement eliciting a shudder from him.
His eyes, wide and glistening, searched for mercy, but your determination was unyielding. Pressed so intimately against him, you could feel the tremors running through his body, a symphony of raw, unfiltered sensations.
Spencer's pleas began to blur into gasps of pleasure, his body responding despite his words. Each rough stroke sent waves of intense sensation coursing through him, igniting his nerves and making his skin tingle. His breath hitched, the initial tension melting into a haze of bliss.
His mind swam with the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, a heady concoction that made him dizzy. The way you pressed against him, your heat seeping into his skin, only heightened the sensation. Spencer's fingers curled into the sheets -Just like yours were curled into him, electrifying- , clutching them as if they were his lifeline, his voice now a soft, broken whisper of your name. Despite his earlier protests, a part of him craved this intensity, the sheer, undeniable force of the pleasure you were giving him.
Spencer's gasps turned into broken moans, his initial resistance fading away. "Ooh God, it feELs... it feels sooo gOod," he breathed, his voice trembling with each word.
You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear. "I knew you'd like it," you murmured, your voice a low, seductive purr. Your movements became more deliberate, more controlled, each stroke designed to push him closer to the edge.
Spencer's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back as he surrendered to the sensations. "Please... don't stop," he whispered, his voice barely audible. His body arched into your touch, seeking more of the pleasure that only you could give him.
"Never," you promised, your lips brushing against his skin. "I'll give you everything you want."
A flashback flickered through your mind—Spencer sitting across from you in a dimly lit room, he said he wanted to talk to you about something, urgently.
his cheeks flushed, his voice barely above a whisper, and he couldn't decide if his decision was more interesting than the ceiling.
"I've been wondering.. what it would be like," he admitted, avoiding your gaze. "To be ..completely at someone's mercy? I don't know.. how to put it, just to feel everything so intensely.."
"..What do you want from me, baby?" You lean forward, reaching over the coffee table to place a hand on his thigh, thumb stroking back and forth against his inner side.
"I want you- to push me, to make me beg, but also to make me feel... alive." That's all he could say before you jumped over the table, and onto him.
Back in the present, you intensified your touch, your movements more deliberate, each stroke designed to push him closer to the edge.
Spencer's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back against your shoulder as he surrendered to the sensations.
Spencer's breaths came in rapid, shallow gasps, his body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo. His fingers clutched at the sheets, knuckles white, as he fought to hold onto the last threads of control. But your relentless touch, precise and unyielding, drove him closer and closer to the brink.
"Oh God, I'm... I'm gOIng tooo..." His voice was a strangled whisper, his eyes wide and glassy with need.
You pressed even closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you murmured, "Let go, Spence. Just let go." You cock your head to the side, in hopes of seeing his glorious expression instead of the back of his head.
With a final, desperate moan, Spencer's body arched sharply, every muscle tensing as he tipped over the edge. A wave of intense pleasure crashed over him, drowning out everything else. His mind went blank, lost in the overwhelming sensation, his cries mingling with the sound of his rapid heartbeat.
He shuddered violently around you, his body wracked with spasms as the climax tore through him, leaving him breathless and spent. As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, he collapsed back against you, while you leaned back against the bed, his chest heaving, his skin glistening with sweat.
Spencer's body was still trembling in the aftershocks of his release, his breaths coming in shallow, erratic gasps. You could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat slowing under your touch, each beat a testament to the intensity of what he had just experienced. His skin, damp with sweat, glistened under the dim light, every inch of him still radiating the heat of passion.
You brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, your fingertips gentle and affectionate. "How are you feeling, Spencer?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper, a stark contrast to the fervent intensity that had filled the room moments ago.
You stayed close, your touch gentler now, soothing him as he came down from the high. Spencer's eyes fluttered open, a soft, satisfied smile curving his lips as he looked at you, his voice a shaky whisper. "Thank you... that was... incredible."
You chuckled softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to his temple. "Just doing my job sweetie."
As the moments passed, the intensity of the recent experience began to mellow, replaced by a deep, comforting sense of closeness. You held Spencer in your arms, his head resting against your chest, both of you savouring the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. The world outside, usually so cruel and filled with dread, seemed distant and irrelevant, the only thing that mattered was the bond you shared.
In the quiet, intimate space of your connection, words became unnecessary. The gentle rhythm of your breathing, the warmth of your bodies entwined, and the silent understanding that passed between you spoke volumes. Spencer's eyes began to droop, exhaustion claiming him, but his expression remained one of serene contentment.
"Rest, my love," you whispered, pressing a final kiss to his forehead. "I'll be right here."
RHIS IS PERFECT. EXPECTED NOTHING LESS!!!!! This is all I've ever wanted to read...
Soft snores came out of Spencer’s mouth as he lay beside you, deep in sleep. His arm was draped over you and his fingers had a light grip on your shirt, even in his sleep he needed to be latched onto you like a baby koala in some way.
You were reading a book and usually needed complete silence in order to focus on the words, but the sounds emitting from Spencer were more like white noise rather than something that bothered you. Maybe it was light enough to the point that it didn’t bother you or maybe you were just so head over feels for him that anything he did made you fall for him deeper.
Occasionally Spencer would open his eyes and quickly skim over the page to keep up with what you were reading. Even if the plot wasn’t something he was keen on he’d still take the time to read through it as he wanted to be up to date with your interests. Lord knows how many times he’d kept you up late at night talking about a new scientific journal he’d flipped through and knowing it wasn’t something you’re quite interested in, but you still listened to him and he wanted to return the favor.
Spencer would mumble out the lines he was reading and from the corner of your eye you saw his lips move along. His hand would reach up and rest on the back of your hand, his thumb lightly caressing the skin. It felt like he was tricking you to put the book down so you’d spend some time doting on him and you honestly wouldn’t mind. With his sleepy face and messy hair it was hard to ignore how adorable he looked and how he’d look even better with you snuggling in his arms.
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crying
cant a girl just be into pegging? cant she just have a little quirk???? cant she just want to give pleasure to her man?? let me ask you this… what is so bad about pegging? what is so WRONG that whenever i speak my little truth the world goes crazy. “omg blocked” or “digital footprint” ?! LEAVE ME ALONE. i don’t judge you guys. i’ve never once enjoyed a sub reader fic but you don’t see me blocking people you don’t see me telling people digital footprint. pegging is scientifically good for you it’s good for you and i would explain how but i can’t because i’m so smart and you guys don’t have the smartness like me to understand how pegging is good for you. also um what happened to feminism?????? are we just going to let the man always do the thrusting?! no i say we take a stance i say we fight back and peg our boyfriends and if you can’t get a boyfriend that’s fine that’s okay peg fictional characters. i’ll do both. because i have both. lots of both. more boyfriends tho… lots of freaking boyfriends…#pegging2024
im laughing my ass off but im also posting this seriously. LET THAT MAN TAKE IT UP THE ASS!!!
For There is Danger in Our Pining | S.R.
Summary: Spencer has a crush. Spencer is falling for his new library pen pal. Spencer also has a blind date. A/N: I have been thinking about this idea for a while now. This is a special birthday gift to the wonderful @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff!! Beta Reader: Thank you to @snixkers for taking the time to give me feedback on this!! Monthly Challenge: This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins’s ‘CM Pride Challenge!’ Couple: Dr.Spencer Reid x Male!Reader Category: Fluff. Content Warnings: Flirting. Bi!Spencer. Mutual Pining. Spencer is a Tortured Soul. Cursing. Alcohol Consumption. Second POV. Idiots in Love. Bind Date. Spencer freaks out/has a panic attack. Eludes to Sex. Word Count: 3.1k
Masterlist
"Let's not look for silver linings or send our wishes to the stars. For there is danger in our pining, and we are safer where we are." ~ 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳
Spencer knew he was acting rather childish, pretending to read one of the many books he’d previously grabbed off the shelves, but this was important.
He found his crush deep in a book of his own, curled up on the last plush sofa chair at the end of the fiction section. He wants to strike up a conversation with him so badly, but all he hears in his head are Morgan’s words of advice: ‘Let them come to you.’
I'M JUMPING UP AND DOWN FLAPPING MY HANDS AND I'M NOT EEVN EXAGGERATING I'M SPINNING I'M YELPING THIS IS SO CUTE ILY SJFHDIRBEJDBERBRBFRBD
OMG!! Thank you so much for the reblog!!
I am so glad you love it!
This was my first time writing Spencer with male!reader. I had so much fun writing it!!
it was glorious, as the self proclaimed #1 spencer reid fanboy. thank you for your service!
House in 2024
House: faggot
Foreman: I.. don't think you should be saying that
Chase: arh naur I theenk he carn archally. Ave you seenim with Wilson?
Cameron: I think it's a little rude to speculate about someone's sexuality while they're in the room
House: oh no no, let Chase continue. I wanna know when he'll start describing how I take in in the ass-
*house realizes something*
House: WE HAVE TO CHECK THE PATIENTS ASS
why can i imagine it
For There is Danger in Our Pining | S.R.
Summary: Spencer has a crush. Spencer is falling for his new library pen pal. Spencer also has a blind date. A/N: I have been thinking about this idea for a while now. This is a special birthday gift to the wonderful @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff!! Beta Reader: Thank you to @snixkers for taking the time to give me feedback on this!! Monthly Challenge: This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins’s ‘CM Pride Challenge!’ Couple: Dr.Spencer Reid x Male!Reader Category: Fluff. Content Warnings: Flirting. Bi!Spencer. Mutual Pining. Spencer is a Tortured Soul. Cursing. Alcohol Consumption. Second POV. Idiots in Love. Bind Date. Spencer freaks out/has a panic attack. Eludes to Sex. Word Count: 3.1k
Masterlist
"Let's not look for silver linings or send our wishes to the stars. For there is danger in our pining, and we are safer where we are." ~ 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳
Spencer knew he was acting rather childish, pretending to read one of the many books he’d previously grabbed off the shelves, but this was important.
He found his crush deep in a book of his own, curled up on the last plush sofa chair at the end of the fiction section. He wants to strike up a conversation with him so badly, but all he hears in his head are Morgan’s words of advice: ‘Let them come to you.’
I'M JUMPING UP AND DOWN FLAPPING MY HANDS AND I'M NOT EEVN EXAGGERATING I'M SPINNING I'M YELPING THIS IS SO CUTE ILY SJFHDIRBEJDBERBRBFRBD
For There is Danger in Our Pining | S.R.
Summary: Spencer has a crush. Spencer is falling for his new library pen pal. Spencer also has a blind date. A/N: I have been thinking about this idea for a while now. This is a special birthday gift to the wonderful @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff!! Beta Reader: Thank you to @snixkers for taking the time to give me feedback on this!! Monthly Challenge: This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins’s ‘CM Pride Challenge!’ Couple: Dr.Spencer Reid x Male!Reader Category: Fluff. Content Warnings: Flirting. Bi!Spencer. Mutual Pining. Spencer is a Tortured Soul. Cursing. Alcohol Consumption. Second POV. Idiots in Love. Bind Date. Spencer freaks out/has a panic attack. Eludes to Sex. Word Count: 3.1k
Masterlist
"Let's not look for silver linings or send our wishes to the stars. For there is danger in our pining, and we are safer where we are." ~ 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳
Spencer knew he was acting rather childish, pretending to read one of the many books he’d previously grabbed off the shelves, but this was important.
He found his crush deep in a book of his own, curled up on the last plush sofa chair at the end of the fiction section. He wants to strike up a conversation with him so badly, but all he hears in his head are Morgan’s words of advice: ‘Let them come to you.’
i haven't read this and i just know it's going to be glorious. I'm giggling kicking my feet.
okay that was kinda weird but that's aight?
Loser boyfriend Spencer mlm
THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND RIGHT THERE HASHHAAHJAHSHW RNE
If you see me liking character x fem!reader stuff just know its bc there was bearly any M!reader content on said character.
me...
heyyyyy can i request a spencer reid x reader
i haven't found a good male reader for him in a hot minute
not picky about the plot or whatever but could you include that the reader has like piercings/tattoos and stuff
thank ya kindly 🖤
Spencer Reid x tattooed male reader
⚠️Warnings- pure fluff, matching tats mentioned, pierced reader, healthy relationship. Short!⚠️
— Your two’s love trope is opposites attract.
— He would sit with you while you get your ears pierced and stuff. Likes to sit there and keep you company.
— He likes to touch and run his fingers against your skin since tattoos are so interesting to him.
— He asks you about your tattoos a lot, like the reason why you got them, how long it to and etc.
— Asks you for the meaning of the reason why you have the tattoo. He doesn’t take a simple “Looks cool.” or “I don’t know.” For an answer.
— He flinches slightly when he sees you getting pierced. Especially when you start bleeding.
— He’s there for you when you get a new tattoo.
— If you two get married. You’ll have this small matching tattoo on your hands. It’ll be a half a heart and it’ll be completed when by each other.
— He’ll tell you the meaning of your tattoo. And if he doesn’t know the reason he’ll research and read about it.
— Likes to pick out your piercings.
Small little Drabble to end.
“How long would this take to heal…” Spencer asks as he looked at the freshly tattoo you just gotten a couple hours ago.
“Maybe a few weeks? Hopefully less. It’s a big piece.” You respond, as you stared at Spencer you looked at his curious and intrigued eyes.
“You look so adorable.” You spoke causing Spencer to look up at you.
“Adorable? Really?” Spencer repeated softly blushing as he laughed. “Yeah.” You responded back pressing your forehead back against his.
“So cute.” You said again before kissing him.
THE END
i don't have any tattoos OR piercings but i can't miss a single spencer x male reader. this was beautiful.