#Spencer Murphy

[thephotoregistry]

Spencer Murphy

[ml080504]

somebody: what do you like about men twice your age?

me: where do i start?

[newwavesylviaplath]

so i actually need to suck his soul out of his body via using his dick as a straw

[godspeedviper]

How the doctors handle your sick days - Headcanons

SFW || TW: mentions of needles, vaccines, pills & IV drip.

This one's for the girls, goths, and gays that have a chronic illness, a disability, or are just plain old sick. As a chronically ill girlie myself I'm always craving caretaker fics but never find them so I had to be the change I wanted to see in the world.

Dr. Jonathan Crane

He immediately shifts into a stoic clinical demeanor the moment you start to show any signs of discomfort. At first you find it a bit worrisome because his voice seems so cold and detached, but now it makes you feel grounded and safe.

Jonathan always makes sure you have everything you need, but he unfortunately doesn't think much further than that. It takes him some time to learn how to comfort you as well as heal you.

The best part about having him by your side when you're ill is that he can always talk you out of a bad state of mind. Above all, Crane remains a psychologist, and he takes pride in his ability to override your negative thoughts.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter

You are utterly spoiled. Hannibal makes sure to cook for you and bring your meal to bed or the living room so you can eat comfortably. In the evenings, he makes sure to run a hot bath for you with herbs and epsom salts to soothe any aches and open up your respiratory system.

Since he is a doctor after all, he has prescribing rights, and will usually write prescriptions for any necessary medications. Need to get an injection, or an IV drip? Hannibal does that for you at home.

His pride and possessiveness makes him want to give you the best possible care to ensure someone else doesn't touch you this way. Hannibal gets nervous at the thought of your safety and health being out of his hands. How could he trust someone else with such a precious life? What if they made a mistake and hurt you or worse?

Dr. Robert Laing

"I'm not that kind of doctor." is always the first thing he says when you mention that you aren't feeling well. However, this doesn't mean he's not helpful, he is still a pathologist. Laing always does his best to make you feel better.

He's always reading up on your symptoms and possible treatments. If something is out of his grasp, he isn't afraid to admit it and seek out assistance. Even if he can't be the one to treat you, Laing will be there with you every step of the way to advocate for you and make sure you feel safe.

Much like Scarecrow, at first he seems rather cold and detached, but it's only his training taking over. However, his starting bedside manner is much better, and over time he adapts very well to your needs.

Dr. Spencer Reid

Now he's definitely not that kind of doctor, but that doesn't mean he isn't prepared to take care of you. His eidetic memory comes in clutch with any possible knowledge about your condition and how to act accordingly.

He always tries to be there for your doctor appointments or for any major procedures. Spencer wants to make sure you're being properly cared for and he isn't afraid to confront anyone that talks down to you or dismisses your symptoms.

When you're resting at home he clings to you like a lost puppy. He happily reads to you when you lack the energy to talk, or if you just want a bedtime story. He never forgets to check in on you even when he's away on a case, and will often ask Garcia to pick up items from the pharmacy for you if he can't do it himself.

Ao3 || Guidelines || Ko-Fi

[murc0ck]

'I can fix him' he doesn't need to be fixed, i like him just the way he is.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

can i pretty please get a rum for cowboy!spencer reid. IM IN LOVE WITH YOU😻😻

Cowboy!Spencer Reid Headcanons.

warnings - sexual content.

my darling, I am in love with you, because this request made me feral. you're a person after my own heart. I can't be tamed. this has opened a door that cannot be locked. something about cowboys makes me want to claw at the walls

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

Cowboy!Spencer Masterlist.

- Thinks you're the biggest gift he's ever been given. Worships the ground you walk on. Tells you he loves you a hundred times a day. Brags about you to anyone that will listen.

- Decks you out in all the gear. Buys you your own hat, your own boots, thinks you're the cutest thing he's ever seen when you wear them.

- Goes a little feral when you wear his clothes. You steal his flannels, because they're soft and worn, and he loves it. Damn near falls off his horse when he sees you.

- Takes you for rides, especially at sunrise and sunset. Loves to feel your arms wrapped around him, safe and secure from behind. He's never felt peace like riding down to the river with you holding onto him.

- Teaches you how to treat and ride a horse. He's patient, gentle, so knowledgeable. Loves watching you get the hang of it.

- Huge on physical touch. Always has a hand in your back pocket, hand kneading the back of your neck, hand stroking the exposed skin between your shirt and your shorts. He's touching you 24/7.

and now onto the sexy stuff...

- Loves watching you ride him. His cock, his thigh, his boot, his belt buckle... if you're on top of him, he's happy.

- Can't handle the sight of you wearing his hat. They say you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy... which is exactly why you regularly steal it and place it on your head. You, fully naked except his hat... Spencer needs to hold onto the dresser for a minute, because he's about to pass out.

- Gets off on marking you up. You're gorgeous, and he's not oblivious to the fact you turn heads wherever you go. But he gets to revel in the knowledge that you have a bite mark on your inner thigh, a bruise sucked into your breast, and his fingerprints on your hips.

- Loves the risk. Will take you wherever he can, whenever he can. Likes to snake a hand just under your waistband when you're out dancing, stroking your skin gently. Likes to settle a hand on your ass when you're waiting at the bar. Who cares if everyone sees you leading him out by his belt buckle? Not the two of you, that's for sure.

- Will get up ridiculously early to go and tend to the horses just so he can come back to bed and fuck you awake. You're warm and sleepy and compliant and you have that dreamy look in your eyes when he slips back under the sheets, smelling like the outdoors. You plaster yourself to him and let him do what he pleases, molding and moving you exactly where he wants.

I could literally talk about this all day you guys I can't

as always, feel free to agree/disagree/expand on these!! send me your thoughts, lovers <3

[fievell]

yes I drew him too

forever disapointed his eyes are not grey and this isn’t his persona

[deadpoetemi]

I have autism, but not in the Shaun Murphy/Sheldon Cooper/Spencer Reid way, but in the Gregory House/Sherlock Holmes/10th Doctor way

[sl-newsie]

Do I have a type?

[everdeenxmellark]

“when witches don’t fight, we burn”

- ahs: coven

[eatingoutmen]

shoutout to these 4 sexy men who look so hot wearing glasses, gotta be one of my fav malewifes ♡

literally feral for all 4 of them (I would 100% smash all four)

[kidsforever2007]

i'm afraid my type are men with glasses and longish hair that are much smarter than me

[newwavesylviaplath]

i need him to force his fingers down my throat until there are tears in my eyes and i'm silently begging for him to stop i just want to claw at him and bite his chin and bury my face in his hair and cry into him

[godspeedviper]

࿐˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘𓂃 ࣪𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

[cosmopretty]

Guys should I start writing for new fandoms Im not going to stop writing for womans sports but I do want to write fics for other fandoms like house of the dragon or percy Jackson or the 100 or criminal minds or other stuff

GUYS COMMENT PLEASE AND LET ME KNOW WHAT I SHOULD WRITE FOR 🙏

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

congrats for 3k!!!!! so deserved!!!!!🫶🏻

could i ask a whiskey with Spider-man Spencer Reid🫣 where he uses his newfound spider-man super strength to lovingly manhandle and kind of use/move as he pleases reader in the bedroom? thank you!!!🫶🏻

Discovery.

warnings - smut. cursing.

technically, you could set this in the Web of Lies universe, but you don't have to!! I know he's shy, but I think with the right person, spence would be a freak in the bedroom.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

The minute you walk through the door, he's on you.

Hands grabbing your hips, lips smashing into yours, quick feet pushing you backwards and against the wall.

You barely have time to register what's happening - all you can focus on is the heat running through your veins.

"Spence," you gasp when he finally pulls away. "You okay?"

"Fine," he murmurs quickly, before connecting your lips again.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing. Just need you."

He's never like this.

He's the very definition of reserved. He's shy, timid, careful. This new version of Spencer is needy, demanding, relentless.

You like it.

"Clothes off," he mutters, tugging at your shirt.

You shrug it over your head, leaving you in your pretty lace bra. Your jeans go next, Spencer's nimble fingers unbuttoning them and pulling them off in one fell swoop.

He's looking at you like he can't believe his eyes.

"You're so beautiful."

"I love you," you whisper, barely audible. But his head snaps up like he's heard you clearly.

"I love you too."

Spencer looks at you for a moment more, before hooking his elbows under your thighs and lifting. You squeal, taken aback by his sudden strength.

He holds you up, carrying you until you're against the wall. Your legs are over his shoulders, his head between your thighs.

You're more puzzled than you've ever been. Spencer is objectively skinny, lanky, long limbed. And here he is, holding you above his head, eating you out like his life depends on it. You're not sure what has happened, but you're enjoying it immensely.

You throw your head back against the wall and whine, rocking your hips into his face. You feel completely safe, caged in by Spencer's body. You tell yourself you'll question him after.

He plays your body like a violin, careful and precise. You thread your fingers through his hair, using your other hand to brace yourself on the ceiling. You're so close you can taste it, vibrating with a need for release.

"Come on, baby," he murmurs against your skin. "Please. Please."

His begging is your trigger, white hot heat searing through your veins. Your hand tightens in his hair and he groans, the sound rumbling through you.

You take a few deep breaths, coming back down to Earth. Spencer grabs your hips and plants you back on your feet effortlessly. You look at him with your jaw dropped, unsure of who the man in front of you is.

"You want to tell me what the hell that was?"