#mgg core

[webbluvrsugar]

Spencer Reid’s new morning routine after getting with bau!reader.

When Spencer started dating you, things went off quickly and you both agreed that it would be best to start living together — after all, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other and sometimes he was just too tired to drive to your place after a long case, what he didn’t expect was the insatiable hunger you felt for him every single morning.

Sure, since you’ve been sleeping in the same bed, his morning boners have been way more common than usual, — specially because you sleep with your body clung onto his, but that’s not something he’s complaining about — but now he’s having to explain to your coworkers how you’re both getting late to work almost every morning, because usually, you’re just having sex until it’s too late to get ready for work.

“You know, Morgan’s starting to ask around and — uhm… we should really start getting dressed.” Spencer tries to get you off him, not that he doesn’t want a piece of that pussy every day, he’s even read about what gets you like this right in the morning, yet he just doesn’t know.

“Uh-huh…” you answer, bluntly uninterested in what he’s saying as you straddle him in the sheets, moving to remove your tee, which is really his, and pulling his pyjama pants down.

“You’re going to drive me insane…” he breathes, one hand moving to his hair. “Or get me fired.” He mutters, but you’re quick enough to take his lips into a kiss.

It’s not long until you’re bouncing on his cock like you depend on it, his eyes rolling back as he shivers and whimpers, hands lightly flexing on your waist as his head tosses back on the sheets, its moments like this that he doesn’t really want to get to work faster.

“Fuckkk, y’feel so good.” His eyes glance over the clock, your hand slightly moves to grab his face, his attention goes back to you.

“Sorry Spence, just a little longer.” You lean down to kiss him again, your tongue moves past his lips and his hands go up your body, taking your tits on each hand.

When you’re on top of him like that, like he’s everything you need, Spencer is not that sure if this is that much of a bad idea.

[crunchysocklover]

Cuddling as you kiss all over his face soft little pecks saving his lips for last. As you slowly lean in closer to his lips letting out a soft giggle as you feel his breath hitch. You softly press your lips to his. Pulling away quickly as you hide your face in his chest. He lets out a whine from the quickness of the kiss. You slowly peek up at his glossy eyes and pouty lips as he looks down at you.

“please”

He whispers causing you to pull back in shock a blush creeping up on your cheeks. You look down at his lips and then at his desperate eyes. He knows you won’t make a move so he takes matters into his own hands. Flipping you onto your back you gasp at the sudden movement making him take the chance and kiss you deeply as you both moan into the kiss. He pulls away your head follows trying to stay connected He smiles at your desperation putting a hand on the side of your face you lean into it staring up at him with glossy eyes.

“My beautiful girl,” He says before lifting your chin for another kiss.

VERYYYY Spencer Reid Coded

UGH I WANT A BF SO BAD but I’m scared to text ppl back :((

[reidsminds]

"alright, say cheese!"

[honeybees74]

[sunbleanchedcassie]

since my dearest friend @ilovebooks4ever came back, i’m gonna be sweet enough to give you…

this.

been gatekeeping it for like an hour but the world deserves to look at THIS MASTERPIECE.

THE ARM? THE FUUUUCK?

[blackdollette]

Hiii! I love your page first of all and second I was thinking about like Spencer Reid x reader to lana del Rey song lust for life, like maybe the song is playing in the background as reader is getting ready for a get together and he feels so overwhelmed with love? Idk I just love lust for life and Spencer Reid

AHH THIS IS MY FAVOURITE REQUEST EVER!! ( p.s. you didn't ask for any smut so I didn't include anything too raunchy. thank you! )

"nobody here, just us together." | spencer reid

lust for life. - lana del rey

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 701

contents: a little fluffy, making out, sexual implications

your translucent red record spun in the corner of the bedroom, the 70s-inspired tune leaking through the closed bathroom door as you stood in front of the mirror.

you ran your hands down your deep-red silky nightgown, taking in the soft but thin texture of the fabric. you had your hair done up all nicely, applying a light blush to your cheeks for a rosy touch. you could feel spencer’s burning presence through the door, making your nerves buzz with excitement. this was going to be your first night with him. nobody else around, just you and him together.

your little “dates” with him had been going in all the right directions, months of shy flirting and risky innuendos making your certain of his suspected attraction toward you. and now, you’d finally gathered the courage to invite him over for the night. 

you took a deep breath, opening the door and displaying yourself to him. you watched a smile pull at his lips as a pink tint stained his cheeks. “there she is…” he said, the words breathy and under his breath. with a few feet of distance separating you two, your eyes travelled along each other’s bodies, the room’s temperature seeming to be growing warm. you had gotten all dolled up, but somehow the simple sight of him in his suit and tie made your knees weaker than anything.

a moment of silence enrobed you two before he stood up slowly, stepping into the dim streaks of amber and golden sunshine that poured from the windows as he approached you. he got closer and closer until two inches of space stood between you two. you tilted your head upward to meet his infatuated gaze, his arm slowly snaking around your waist as he pressed you into the wall behind you.

“words cannot explain how beautiful you are, my dear.” and he was right. the shards of sunset that seeped into the room gave you a gentle glow, making you more luminous than even the brightest star. his breath was heavy as his thumbs massaged slow circles onto your waist, pulling your body into his to fill in the gaps that parted you from him.

your gaze locked with his and a shock sizzled down his core. he wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up with minimal effort. you wrapped your legs around his waist as he rested his chin in the space between your breasts, your hearts rapidly beating in unison. a lust-filled flicker of his gaze gave you the green light, and you connected your lips in a sloppy kiss.

he groaned deeply, feeding his sounds of arousal into your mouth as his hands moved up to grip your ass. he drank you in with no intention of ever letting you go, your touch seeming like the only thing keeping him alive at this moment. he had been wanting this so badly for the longest time, longing to feel your soft lips against his own in a concealed environment.

he pulled his lips away from yours, holding you even tighter as he began to trail deep kisses down your neck. heavy breaths spilled from your lips as your hands each took in a generous handful of his hair, his golden-brown locks feeling like silk in your grasp.

he had taken control with no doubt or hesitation in his movements. his hands knew the right places to go, his tongue drew the perfect patterns on your soft skin, it was almost too much.

you connected your lips to his forehead as he planted kisses all over your collarbone, pausing to look up at you with hazy eyes. his eyes appeared to have a layer of shine on them, like he was on the brink of tears. his body trembled as he held you and his words were laced together with only an ounce of intelligence. “i-i… i love you. so, so much…”

you could tell he was mere seconds away from losing it, but so were you. you and him were alone, free to decide where to take the night. your fate was in your hands, so you bit the bullet and began to take off his clothes…

author's note: stream the lfl album.

[reidsdimples]

Welp, cats out of the bag

[spencewalterreid]

Preacher's Daughter: Masterlist

DISCLAIMER: If you've heard the album (or anything of hayden's, for that matter), you know there are DARK themes. I will put overall warnings under the cut so they don't take up so much space on the individual posts, but those pertaining to individual chapters will still be listed.

Secondary disclaimer. The (p) beside the pairing bit on each individual chapter stands for platonic. Spencer and Ethel are not now, nor will they be a couple at any point of the story. They're just co-characters!

Chapter one: Family Tree (Intro)

Deeply religious Ethel Cain grapples with her turbulent home life with the help of her best friend, Spencer Reid.

Chapter two: American Teenager

Ethel deals with the death of her father and her sexuality while Spencer grapples with how to address her crumbling mental health.

WARNINGS: Child predators, suicide, molestation, sexual scenes, sexualization of underage peoples (but never smut while they are underage), cigarettes/drugs/alcohol, STRONG religion/religious trauma, physical abuse (from a parental figure as well as others), death/funeral of a parent, abandonment, discussion of war, serial killers/murder, house parties, underage drinking, dubious consent, non-con (NOT condoning, promoting, or fetishizing), shoving during an argument, gore, self harm, overdose.

THE DOVE IS DEAD. DO NOT EAT IT.

Please note, this is an ongoing list and will be updated as the series goes on.

Every sensitive topic (child predators, rape, self harm/suicidal ideology, violence, etc) will be handled with the utmost respect, aside from through the main character (Ethel's) inner monologue. I say that because 1) she is an inherently unreliable narrator, and 2) has been groomed, indoctrinated, and abused her entire life. She may condone some of the things in the story, or romanticize them, or sexualize them, but that does not reflect my views as the author. I do NOT condone any of these things. Again, if you have heard the album or anything from the Ethel Cain collection, you are aware of the heavy topics. Same goes for Criminal Minds. Some stories are dark. That's the way it goes. As awful as it is, these things happen. Ethel Cain is fictional, but there are people in this world that have gone through similar things. These stories have a time and a place, and when they are told, they deserve respect.

With all that being said, if you decide to read this story, I hope you appreciate it.

All my love,

Bowie.

[defectiveporcelaindoll]

Mgg is out with Ali Michael, the indie sleaze aesthetic is in full effect and I’m on tumblr… what in my freshman year of high school is going on.

I’ve been on this app long enough to watch history repeat itself 🫠

[maddymadss3]

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[webbluvrsugar]

through and through. S.R fanfiction. CHAPTER TWO.

➠ fanfic masterlist ৎ୭

content warning: angst, female reader, no use of y/n.

Working with a broken heart was way tougher than what you thought it’d be, you’re talking to family and friends of the little girl but your mind is not really there, interrogations seem to be getting harder, the usual questions of ‘where were you last night from 1:30 A.M to 2:30 A.M?’ seem pointless because no matter how much they speak, you just feel like you’re not getting somewhere soon.

Shit, this is getting exhausting, even your usual seat at the jet doesn’t feel as comfortable as it usually is because now you’re sharing it with JJ, silently playing cards, and Spencer is on the other side of the room.

You wonder if he’s having as much trouble as you are trying to fall asleep.

Noticing your stares towards him, JJ finally speaks up.

“Have you talked to him?” The question makes your stomach churn.

“I… uhh…” you swallow, pretend to be way more interested on the game. “He doesn’t want to hear me..” you play a card.

Jennifer plays one back.

“Did you push?” She leans back against her seat.

“No, I don’t wanna bother him when he clearly doesn’t want to have this conversation.” You take time to play yours.

“Hm..” she whispers, again, she’s way quicker to make her move. “The thing with Spencer is that he’s stubborn, he might be a genius but he suddenly forgets all those kind of skills when it’s time to forgive,” you draw a card. “My opinion? You guys are going nowhere with this if you don’t talk it out, you’re draining each other.” She plays her last card, beating you to your favourite game. “Point proven, I’ve never beat you to this before.”

You huff, take time to store the cards neatly with a tight elastic band around them.

“Go to sleep, or at least try to, it’s the most decent thing you’re gonna get until the hotel and we need you here, not anywhere else.” She lays down, you follow her moves.

She closes her eyes, you stare at the ceiling thinking about the mess you’ve unknowingly caused on yourself.

You think about that case in Tennessee, the one that screwed you up so bad you chose to run away instead of leaning into the people who provided you support.

‘“You have to tell him you’re going away.” Again, Jennifer’s wise voice rings in your mind but it’s nothing more than a memory now.

“I can’t do that to him.” You say, whispering as you stare back at him, fluid steps bringing him closer to you.

“Well, lying is even worse.” The blonde says, grabbing her cup of coffee and walking away, at the same time, Spencer gets to you.

“What was that?” Spencer speaks, reaching for a clean mug.

“Nothing, she’s just having a bad day.” You take a sip of your coffee.

“Clearly.” He points out with a chuckle. “Are we.. do you still..” he trails off, swallowing nervously before he speaks. “Are we still on Saturday night?” He asks, pours the coffee onto his mug.

‘Lying is even worse’ you remember her saying.

“I —“ you don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. “We are.” You nod, he smiles.’

Spencer was one of those people, looking back now, you think he could’ve helped.

You look at him one last time and, reluctantly, you close your eyes to try and sleep.

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[crunchysocklover]

Imagine it being your first time and he’s just talking you through it.

Him holding back your hair as you slowly take him in ���It’s ok take your time sweetheart” he says guiding your head down.

Or when you’re finally ready he’ll slowly push into you letting out a slight moan at the tightness “Shh I know I know it’ll feel good in a minute baby” he says feeling you squirm beneath him.

TELL ME THIS ISNT SPENCER REID CODED 😫 he would talk you through it so goood

[rumplereids]

kiss, kiss, fall in love.

tags: spencer reid x reader. making out. clothed grinding. what glasses!spencer deserved. a/n: i love whenever the camera angle shows just how FUCKED mgg’s eyesight is lmfao there are some scenes of glasses!spencer where you can see how thick the lenses are… i love him requested?: yep ! thank u so much for the request <3 masterlist. requests are open !

Working as a Technical Analyst for the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit had its pros and cons. Having your own office was definitely a huge perk. He was only supposed to drop off your daily bagel and coffee. It was an act of service that your beloved boyfriend liked to indulge in. He was only here to make sure you’d eaten breakfast.

Like a ritual, he leans over your shoulder, your cheek turned toward him like second nature, as he gives you a soft, shy kiss.

“Thank you, darling.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmurs against your cheek, nose digging against your temple he breathes in the scent of you.

Without removing your eyes from your screen, you reach a hand up to give his cheek and jaw a loving caress. Curious fingers brush against plastic frames. You turn your attention to him in awe, “You’re wearing your glasses today!”

“Mhm,” he brings a finger up to fix his frames, almost bashful. “Ran out of contact solution.”

You take his face into your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes. “I love your glasses. You look so handsome, so beautiful.” You grin at the way his cheeks redden.

“Gimme a kiss?”

He eagerly dives in for one. A hand moves to cup the back of your head, tender in his affections. He lavishes attention on your top lip, moans, and then moves his focus to your lower lip. His tongue shy in the heat of your mouth. Spencer lets out another little moan, the sound of his near whimper making you stand.

From cheek to shoulder, you rub your thumb on his skin. You push him down onto the chair, his legs parting on instinct to make place for you. Knees digging against his thigh and hips, you make yourself comfortable on your throne.

“You’re so pretty,” he says up to you. Spencer’s lips are swollen and red, glistening with spit. His eyes are watery and hazy, his glasses fogged from the breath shared between you. His big hands grip your hips so tight you’re sure he’d wrinkle the blouse you picked for the day.

You bend down for another kiss, pressing your hips down at Spencer’s plea. He guides your hips down against his lap, you feel the zipper of his slacks press against the heat of your core. You’re wet, the room is hot, and Spencer’s mouth and tongue move to nip and kiss and lick along your chin and jaw.

As you grind down against his growing bulge, Spencer’s hands move to untuck your blouse from your pants. Gentle hands and curious fingers move beneath the fabric to feel your heated skin against his palm.

A commotion outside your office makes you stop the grind of your hips.

Spencer turns his head to the left, parting his lips from yours, a string of spit keeping you connected. With your foreheads pressed against each other, you put an ear out to listen on the other side of the door. You think you hear the familiar clicks and clacks of Penelope’s heels.

“I think I need to go,” Spencer sounds disappointed. You press a kiss on the corner of his lips.

Running your hands through his hair, you sigh. “Yeah, probably.”

He smiles up at you, eyes heavy-lidded in ecstasy, hands still caressing the skin of your hips.

He loves the feel of your hand in his hair. He loves the soft kiss you give the tip of his nose. He loves the way you fix his glasses, crooked and fogged up from the heat of your kisses. He loves you, and you love him. He feels it now as you smooth down the front of his button-up shirt.

You slowly stand from your place on his lap, fixing your pants that had ridden up and bunched at your thighs from your little session. You notice Spencer doing the same to his own.

He sniffs, standing, two fingers pushing his glasses more firmly up the bridge of his nose.

“One last kiss?”

You smile at his request, finger and thumb reaching forward to pinch his nose.

“You’re so cute.”

He taps his cheek twice in response.

[eternlmoonshine]

the alchemy of us ❥ spencer reid

summary: spencer has always been careful with the things he loves. and when he touches you, it’s with the kind of reverence that makes you feel like something divine pairing: spencer reid x reader warnings: a lot of intimacy, and very obvious allusions to sex but not explicit wc: 1k a/n: the inspiration for this was my pinterest feed being very cruel and showing me this quote and a picture of mgg from horse girl masterlist.

Spencer touches you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

Like you’re something he prayed for, something he never really thought he could have.

You feel it in the way his hands hesitate before they land on your skin, in the way his fingers tremble slightly when they trail down the length of your arm. He worships in a quiet way, all soft exhales and lingering glances, memorizing the shape of you like you might slip through his fingers if he isn’t careful.

You are the impossible thing he gets to hold.

And underneath his hands, you become poetry.

It starts slowly, the way all sacred things do.

Spencer has always been careful with you. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t push, doesn’t take more than you’re willing to give. He learns you the way he learns everything else- with patience, with curiosity, with something dangerously close to devotion.

At first, it’s just touches.

A hand on your lower back when he guides you through a crowded room. Fingers brushing against yours when he hands you something. The warm press of his palm against your knee when you sit beside him.

But then, one night, something shifts.

His apartment is quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of a lamp. You’re sitting close- closer than usual, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body. The air between you is thick with something unsaid, something that’s been building for weeks, maybe months.

And then, with the careful deliberation of a man who has thought about this too much, Spencer reaches out.

His fingers trace a slow, reverent line down your cheek.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Your breath catches. Not because of the words, but because of the way he says them- like the thought of your beauty physically aches inside him. Like it’s something too big for him to hold.

You don’t know who moves first. Maybe it’s him, maybe it’s you, maybe it doesn’t matter.

All that matters is the way his lips finally, finally meet yours.

It’s slow at first. Spencer kisses like he does everything else- with care, with precision, with an underlying intensity that threatens to consume. His hands settle on your waist, fingers tightening just slightly, like he’s trying to ground himself in the reality of you.

And then you tilt your head, deepen the kiss, and something in him unravels.

A soft sound escapes his throat- something caught between a sigh and a groan. His hands slide up your back, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. He kisses you like he’s starved for it, like this is something he’s imagined too many times and he needs to make sure it’s real.

Your fingers find his hair, tugging just slightly, and he makes a noise that sends heat straight to your core.

“God,” he breathes against your lips, “you-”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. Maybe he doesn’t know how. Maybe there aren’t words for what he wants to say.

Instead, he pulls back just enough to look at you. His pupils are blown, his lips are swollen, and his breath comes in uneven pants. He looks utterly wrecked, and all you’ve done is kiss him.

But when he looks at you, it’s with a kind of reverence that makes your stomach flip.

Like you’re something divine.

Like you’re everything he’s ever wanted.

When he touches you, he does it slowly.

Like he’s memorizing you. Like he’s trying to etch the feeling of your skin into his bones.

His fingers trail over your collarbone, ghosting down the curve of your shoulder, tracing the length of your arm with deliberate precision. Every touch feels intentional, every caress a silent worship.

He presses his lips to your jaw, to the spot just beneath your ear, to the hollow of your throat. You shiver beneath him, and he makes a sound of quiet satisfaction, like he’s cataloging every little reaction for future reference.

“Spencer,” you whisper, and he hums in response, dragging his lips across your skin.

His hands move lower, tracing the curve of your waist, settling at your hips. He pauses there, fingers flexing slightly, like he’s bracing himself.

You can feel the tension in his body- the quiet restraint, the careful control.

It’s almost too much.

“Don’t hold back,” you murmur, running your hands up his arms. “I want you.”

His breath catches. And then, like something in him finally snaps, he moves.

His mouth is on yours again, hotter, hungrier. His hands slide under your shirt, skimming over bare skin, and the warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine.

You gasp against his lips, arching into him, and he groans- actually groans- like the sound of your pleasure is something holy.

Like this is the alchemy that he does.

Turning reverence into heat. Turning worship into need.

Turning you into something untouchable, something sacred, something that only he gets to have.

And god, you want to let him have you.

When he finally moves inside you, it’s with the same slow, deliberate care.

He takes his time, watching you, gauging your every reaction. His hands grip your hips, steady but reverent, like he’s afraid of holding too tightly, like he’s still afraid of breaking you.

But you don’t want careful. Not now.

“Spencer,” you breathe, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer. “Please.”

He exhales sharply, something raw flashing across his face. “Are you sure?”

You reach up, brush your fingers over his cheek, and smile. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

And that’s all it takes.

The hesitation crumbles, the restraint finally shatters. He moves with purpose now, his rhythm deep and slow and devastating.

He touches you like you’re made of something precious.

He kisses you like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

And when you fall apart beneath him, he watches, eyes dark and reverent, like this is what he was made for.

Like you are the thing he asked God for.

And now that he has you, he will never stop worshipping.

[sunbleanchedcassie]

CALLIN ALL OF YALL TODAY.

do y’all think printing posters on normal paper with a normal printer it’s cheap and tacky? cause i ain’t got no money for fancy paper and i wanna decoooooor lmk PLEASE

[aliteralsemicolon]

Been seeing a lot about writing Spencer "accurately" online and idk where this wave of criticism is coming from, but I need every single one of you to be so fucking for real rn. Yapsesh below the cut.

Spencer Reid is a fictional character. Fiction means he's not real. He's a not real character from a not real universe. There's no "wrong" way to write a fictional character.

There is no canon guideline on how to write every part of him. Yes there are certain traits and characteristics we're shown, but people are complex. What we see the character do on screen isn't a complete representation of how they live every aspect their life.

Even the show runners couldn't get him "right" all the time, Hell, Mathew himself deviated from Spencer's canon traits sometimes. For example: his birthday, the fact that he's a germaphobe but you can still see him shake hands with characters when he normally wouldn't and there's SO many more if you just watch the show and pay attention.

Also there are things about Spencer that the fandom has deemed canon when they are not, in fact, canon. Like the converse: it's commonly believed that Spencer has a preference for wearing converse, which is wrong. That's a purely MGG thing. Spencer only wears converse in a few episodes through out the whole show. Most of the time he wears formal/work footwear, like loafers.

Now, there are definitely aspects you can't take away from a character in your writing because that's what makes the character who they primarily are. You'll notice that even in most alternate universe stories, Spencer still has the traits he's known for. IQ of 187, eidetic memory, socially awkward genius. That's literally how he was intended to come across during the initially seasons.

We only got new traits as the show progressed. Like how he's a sassy little shit who isn't scared of authority. The reason we can deviate from those is because they're not his core traits. His personality changes throughout the show. At times he appears like his same socially awkward self, but we also get to see his confident side with strangers at times.

It's literally impossible to label him a black and white character because there's so much we don't get to see. We don't get to see how he acts with love interests in every season (every season is a slightly different version from the last), we don't get to see how he acts when he's home alone, how he changes in so many aspects of his life. I think I'm just repeating myself now, but I think you get the point.

I find comfort in Spencer Reid's character, which is why I write about him. He acts however I want him to act in my writing because that's how I see him. Everyone has their own interpretation of the character. A lot of the interpretations share similarities with each other, so they're deemed as "the right way to write Spencer" by us, but that's not possible because there is no right way.

All this to say: Please stop criticising writers for how they write a character. You don't have to agree with their interpretation. There are other writers out there who you may agree with more. Engage more with them and disengage from the content you don't want to see.