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spencer reid enthusiast // she/they

[spencerlicious]

hi!

welcome to my blog <3

a little about me:

i’m 20

she/they

obsessed with criminal minds (only on s10 as of rn)

love marauders era hp

my favorite bands are amigo the devil and nirvana, and i love elliott smith

i love writing !!

college student 🫶

masterlist | guidelines

[thefateofelle]

just wanted to share this with yall tumblr people, don’t mind me.

[hrnycvntt]

Early seasons reid eats pussy like it’s art. It is, and he knows it. Like a delicate flower he can’t stop tasting. If he died between your legs, he’d died a happy man. He’s never in a rush, rush sex stresses him a bit. He prefers when he takes his time, wanting to worship his pretty girl who could’ve fallen for anyone, and chose to fall for him. He’s so thankful for you, and sure he buys you little gifts to show his love for you. But nothing is better than sitting between your legs and really show you how he loves every inch of you. Germaphobe? yeah but to the person he loves, germs suddenly don’t exist.

Plink

[dudeitiskarev]

Fog Me Up

You and Spencer are taking things slowly. So all you do is kiss until your glasses fog up. And until he creams his pants. [ 1.5k ]

Includes female reader; she wears glasses; season 2 Spencie; brief Doctor Who reference at the beginning; lots and lots of kisses; dry humping; coming in pants. Based on this post. Short and filthy. Enjoy.

It was hard to focus on what The Fourth Doctor was saying when Dr. Spencer Reid’s lips were on yours. 

He’d started with a hand on your thigh, and from there, you stopped paying attention to the TV. This was the first time you’d been in his apartment, and you knew where the night was going to end. 

On his lap. 

“Bring your leg closer.” Spencer broke away from the kiss for a moment, then whispered, in the middle of another agitated kiss, “It’s okay.”

You’d been hesitant to put any part of you on top of him. You feared that if you did, you might melt right there all over him because even the most casual touch from him turned that spot into a burning blaze. 

“Are you sure?” you asked and took the chance to breathe in some air that wasn’t straight out of his lungs. Your eyes darted down to his lips, but they were censored by the fog over your glasses. 

“Yeah.” He dragged his hand from where it rested on the side of your knee, up to your thigh, and to the backside. “C’mere.”

He did a subtle tug, encouraging you to settle on top of him so you slithered into his lap, and to your surprise, you didn’t turn into a liquid version of yourself. 

Something somewhere inside your panties definitely did, though.

“Are you comfortable here?” He asked. His tone radiated nothing but sex. Soft and demanding and shaky. 

You backed up a bit to allow your glasses to unfog and nodded. He was breathy and flustered, and his glasses also had that thin layer of condensation. You wanted to look into his eyes, but your body acted on command and went back to kiss him again. This time with tongue from the beginning. Spencer had you acting shamelessly needy, and how could you not be needy for him if he kissed with his whole body? It was unfortunate how many layers of clothes were still in the way.

Your hands tugged the back of his head while his own roamed all over your thighs and ass, and he bucked his hips upwards. He was not hesitant about anything, and it was turning you into a puddle.

“We said we’d gonna take things slowly,” you whined into the kiss and almost laughed to yourself. There was nothing slow about your thoughts. You wanted him naked right now. You wanted to see him, touch his bare skin, feel every texture, every hair, know every sensitive spot and freckle. 

Spencer let out a shy laugh, painting your glasses with more fog. You wondered how ridiculous you must’ve looked because he reached for them—so delicately—and placed them over the side table by his couch, then you finally could see him in all of his flustered glory. His lips were flushed and puffier, and his cheeks, despite the room only being lit up by the TV, you could tell were tainted by a raging shade of pink.

You made him like this.

“I’m sorry, it’s really hard to take it slow when you’re like this.” He gestured between you and him with a tilt to his chin, and it sent a rush of confidence through you. “I can totally go to the bathroom and—”

You tugged his tie and shut him up with a kiss. Much stronger than any other, thanks to your glasses being gone, and he whimpered into your mouth. An exquisite sound you knew he had in him. You were dying to know what he sounded like. 

“And?” You teased.

“Distract myself,” he said in a single breath. 

“I don’t want you to go.” You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth. “I just want it slow. All of it.”

A small nod from him, then you resumed the kiss and rubbed against his bulge, because even though you wanted to take things slowly for the most part, you needed something from him. Anything that would relieve the ever-growing ache between your legs, and his erection was right there below your cunt. You couldn’t not use him, and he was evidently enjoying this. His hands had found that spot on your lower back, right below the waistband of your jeans, and stopped where he couldn’t get past anymore. You should’ve worn a skirt or a dress so his hands could travel freely over your skin. You opted to loosen the button and unzip, and it freed you from the tightness. His hands found the thin hem of your panties. Sexy, lacy panties that matched your bra. Just in case. 

You swallowed another sound from him, and you couldn’t help but echo him. It felt too good. The rough hem of your jeans rubbed your clit perfectly, and his cock pressed hard and hot and (oh my god?) thick against it. 

“Fffuck.” He released a pent-up breath, and he pressed your hips down so you’d stop moving. Just when that oh so familiar flutter was approaching and threatening to spread through your nerves. 

You frowned at him. “What?”

“Don’t… move like that.”

“Why?” Then you did it again, and he hissed between clenched teeth.

“Oh, shit.” Spencer threw his head back briefly, then stared down at where your bodies were rubbing, hypnotized by the way your hips kept on moving. Soft circular motions.

His lips parted. His chest heaved in and out. He looked so absurdly gorgeous, he made you want to eat him. 

You switched your rocking hips for your hand and palmed him over his pants. God, it was thicker in your palm, and burning up and definitely leaking by the tip. The fabric felt moist.

“Mmm,” you moaned. 

Just by touching him. Jesus christ you were a slut for him.

He looked up at you above his glasses but didn’t reply. A barely-there blink, then a knit to his brows. 

“I made you like this?” You asked. Half-teasing, half-genuinely. You needed to hear it from him.

Spencer nodded. “Even when you’re just in my thoughts.”

You stroked him once, close to the head. You felt like screaming.

“Am I in your thoughts right now?” You stroked again, firmer, and his hips jerked. 

He nodded again. “Absolutely, you’re- you’re always in my thoughts. There isn’t a moment I-”

“Are you always this hard, then?”

And he kept nodding, so you kept palming him. It jolted once. Was this his way of teasing you?

“It’s very inconvenient when you show up in my mind at the wrong moment. Not that it’s wrong to think about you, it’s just— oh shit.”

His cock jumped again, and he laughed a little, almost in pain, and when you realized what was happening to him, you switched back to rocking your hips. Almost jumped on top of his bulge over and over because, fuck, you were sure he was coming in his pants, and you were so close to doing it too. 

He was almost animalistic in the way he tugged you by the nape of your neck and brought you into a wet kiss. He groaned into your mouth while his tongue swiped against yours and you continued grinding him. Your orgasm was right there. Growing. Spreading through your cunt and into the rest of your body.

“Oh, shit,” you mimicked him. 

With a mind of their own, your hips rocked back and forth until you were a whining mess on top of him. You swore you felt him smirk in the middle of the make-out, and it was all you needed to come all over his bulge, and it was as if you’d unlocked a new level of orgasm. It lasted too long, or maybe it was the way his lips brushed over your cheek almost soothingly while he whispered something. Something you weren’t able to register clearly but was surely as sweet as he was.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart.” He tugged your head back with a fistful of your hair, dragged his delicate nose along your cheek and jaw. “Did you just come too?”

Your entire body was fluttering, and you answered by clenching your cunt that was dripping and almost melting over his erection, hoping he’d feel the answer.

He laughed a little, and his head landed on your shoulder. 

You slowly started to come back to your senses, and now you could hear well. He was still breathing like he was struggling. You kissed him once and pressed your foreheads together. If you felt like this with your clothes on, you weren’t sure if you were ready to experience naked. It would be too much. Your cunt clenched again just by thinking about it. 

“Is this what you meant by slowly?” He asked, still agitatedly.

You couldn’t help but breathe out a shy laugh. If he could see your mind...

“Not really, but I didn’t think how hard it’d be to take it slowly when you look at me like that.” 

His eyes behind the glasses turned darker just before he took them off and placed them next to yours. Like he was ready to fuck you so not slowly. 

I feel like all of my smuts end up being on Spencer's lap but nnngghhhhh I'm obsessed with his lap I want to live on his lap forever.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed 💋 and please let me know what you think! 🩷

[inactive-whoisspence]

who else cried slash came while watching this

[fliesforeyes]

desperately need soft, caring sex with spencer reid.

it had been a hard day for the two of you, overloaded with paperwork from your last case, jet lag still heavy from just arriving that morning. so as expected, you both crashed upon entering your shared apartment, clothes tiredly tossed on the floor and you climbed into the blankets.

it had started slow, you both kissing while you laid slightly on top of him, your leg thrown over his body as you pressed against his side. you kissed just to feel eachother, just to know the other was there, to enjoy the presence of one another. his hand held your face, tugging on your hair gently when your kisses became needier, your body pressing to his own, hand trailing down his stomach.

the whine that pressed into your lips as you cupped his gradually hardening cock made you apply more pressure, wanting to see what other reactions you could pull out of spencer. his fingers tangled in your hair as you ran your hand along his cloth covered shaft, his hips pressed up into your hand as you creeped under his boxers, his head fell back into the pillow with a huff as you teased his leaking tip.

“please baby, i just wanna feel you,” spencer whispered as he pulled you to sit on top of him, hands quickly readjusting to your plush waist once you’d settled.

“please, god i love you,” his words were soft in the warm air as you sank down on top of him, underwear pulled to the side. he’d needed this for god knows how long and you did too, making it known with how eased yourself up and down his cock, kissing his sweet lips. there was no urgency in either of your acts, kissing each other slow and soft as you moved to feel every inch of him, spencer’s hands gently exploring your skin.

the room was filled with gentle moans from the two of you and the sound of your wet pussy being filled, intimacy spencer and yourself had missed desperately.

he was sure he wouldn’t let you both go this long without feeling each other again, you were too delightful to not indulge in more often.

[gublersg1rl]

I feel peak horny-ness (?) when I look at mgg circa 2010s or 2000s twink era like #needthatstupidfuckingidiotofaman

I am gonna cum

[reidgif]

matthew gray gubler's hands in 68 kill

[liaissante]

No flash warning? I have epilepsy and my legs are shaking and spreading. Raw next question. I have NOTHING appropriate to say. 5 mins and a hair tie. Can we save hex. All 10 fingers. My fingers are tired. Who has my clothes? Both lips smiled. Born to ride forced to scroll. Bedsheet- soaked. To infinity and beyond. A tear rolled down my leg. FLASH US. This made my whole week, sorry I meant hole weak. until my throat memorizes every vein. until the doctors think he changed my red blood cells white. until we create the next ocean. until he changes my dna to his. until my holes speak to him in morse code.

[werewolfguts]

the way ray just picks him up by his hips to restrain him.... god I have seen what u have done for others....

[spencerlicious]

😦

[spencerlicious]

WRONG BLOG WAIT

[werewolfguts]

the way ray just picks him up by his hips to restrain him.... god I have seen what u have done for others....

[spencerlicious]

😦

[armandgender]

donald trump will die on july 20th 2025 at 1pm pacific standard time

[momrikamayhem]

Like to charge reblog to cast

[liaissante]

#whoremember

[reidgif]

[gublersg1rl]

his nose is so perfect I just want to

[minswriting]

spencer reid who just got woken up by his phone ringing and being called in for a case but he takes an extra five minutes in bed to hold you and bury his head between your neck and shoulder because you’re so warm and comforting.

spencer reid who kisses your lips while you’re the one rambling for a change because you’re just so cute and how could he not?

spencer reid who holds your hand while the two of you are at the library, wondering all of the aisles and checking out the books that he loves and that you adore.

spencer reid who holds you tightly after a long day, murmuring soft “it’s okay,” into your ear while he rubs your back.

spencer reid who loves to bake and will bake you treats whenever he wants to or you ask for them. and sometimes, it ends with the two of you throwing flour at one another.

spencer reid who would never think to go out in the rain and dance by himself but one day, when you suggest dancing together in the rain, it’s one of the most beautiful and romantic things he’d ever encountered.

spencer reid who is always so busy and stressed out with the horrors of his job but the small phone calls with you when he’s at his hotel room help make the day better.

spencer reid who is completely in love and enamored by you that he just wants to show you that you’re loved and cherished, never taken for granted. and when he proposes to you one day, it’s the most romantic and emotional proposal ever because you only deserve the best.

[spencelleheaven]

[spencerlicious]

oh i am ILL.

[gublersg1rl]

These pictures… the second one 😭 the side eye 😭 I need her so. Bad.