#mggs hands

[reidshand]

mggs arms.

[cumulo-stratus]

god mggs hands will be the god damn death of me

[cerisereids]

thinking about tightening his tie for him then pulling him in for a kiss in the morning before leaving for work 😇

[reidsminds]

label me a leprechaun the way I just hit the jackpot with these unseen photos

[l0standn0tf0und]

Spencer Reid ❀ fic recs

♡ = smut, 18+ only 

part 2.

take a picture, it'll last longer

different phone, who dis?

extraordinary measures

language of devotion

a drawn-out lullaby

wait until breakfast

five more minutes

lovely love letters

where hands lead

strawberry laces

first fall of snow

a little timid

sobriquet

♡angel

♡bambi

♡insatiable

♡addicted to you

♡bringing your work home with you

♡early season spencer and his first time

♡the enormity of my desire (disgusts me)

All credits and support to original authors: @mariasont @drowning-rabbit @enderlovez @pathologicalreid @nereidprinc3ss @re1dsb1xch @as-sweet-as-a @3verythingiknowaboutlove @gghostwriter @siriuslylantsov @spencerreidenjoyer @brattyspence @mggslover @vatelixx @amorre1989 @certifiedlovergirlsstuff

masterlist

[lipstickstainedreid]

Hands HANDS hands

[reidgif]

[t1red-twilight]

hands

summary: mgg hand appreciation post

content/warnings: gn!reader, suggestive, mdni, fluff, semi-public makeout, hair pulling, cursing

notes: wrote about this in a headcannons post, and a commenter supported the notion of me writing more of it🙈

word count: 0.5k

masterlist s. r. masterlist

the way spencer was kissing you could be described with one word: hungry.

he was very passionately kissing you in an empty meeting room in the fbi office building. it was after hours, so there was less of a worry of being walked in on.

he smelled more musky than usual, and you could hear his little whines and moans when you would do something that he liked.

you tried so hard to be more perceptive of what he was doing and how you could make this a pleasurable experience for him as well, but you could not focus.

and while you were very invested in the way that he was kissing you, the way he was grabbing and pulling at you had you breathless.

it had started with him holding your face rather gently. his hands were so large, and they practically encompassed your face. they were covering your cheeks and part of your jaw and his thumbs were resting on your cheekbones.

he had stared at you while holding you like this before he pulled you in. and while he was always gentle and sensitive, he was always heated and intense.

his left hand moved back into your hair and he tightened his grip ever so slightly. this caused you to gasp into his mouth and he smiled into the kiss as a response. his right hand moved to the place where your neck met your collarbone.

his mouth moved to the opposite side of your neck, where he began sucking lightly. although, you could only pay attention to his hands.

you took your left hand and grabbed his right one from off of your neck and laced your fingers together. you marveled at how large they were. the veins on the back were delicious looking.

he noticed that your mind was elsewhere, and he looked up at your face.

not stopping what he was doing with his mouth, he noticed your gaze and traced it back to his hand. he smiled again, and pulled away.

he moved back to your face and gave you one kiss before pulling away.

“distracted?” he kissed you another time.

you hummed before responding with, “uh-”

he cut you off by kissing you again. now that he was apparently aware of your admiration for his hands, he used it to his advantage.

he placed his hand that was in your hair on your waist and pulled you as close as he possibly could. he pushed the hand that was still laced with yours up against the wall.

your free hand scratched against the fabric of his shirt on his back. you gasped into the kiss as he massaged the flesh of your waist with his hand. he squeezed your hand with his other very slightly at the same time.

you let out little noises every time he would prod you with his hands. in a way, you felt like a loaf of bread being kneaded.

the cat was out of the bag, no matter how much you could try to hide it.

–

“so, hands, huh?”

“shut the fuck up.”

[reidsdimples]

Like Puzzle Pieces

18+ ❤️‍🔥 MDNI ‼️

Spencer Reid x Reader

no plot, just spice (who’s surprised) 🤣

“You can do it baby,” Spencer exhales.

He grips your hips as you hover over him, trying desperately to sink down on his cock despite the aching stretch you felt. Your legs shake and the delicious sensation of being too full, too stretched out mixed with a dull ache.

You whimper and jerk upward with your fingers curled in his hair as the pain intensifies.

Spencer had warned you of this. His… girth mixed with his impressive length was challenging for most of his partners to take. You were determined, however, despite his protests that you didn’t have to.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks gently as he cradles your cheek in his large hand. You pout your bottom lip out.

“No, I want it. I want you,” you frown.

“I know,” he pauses for a moment. “Lay on your back, we’ll try missionary.”

“We probably should have tried that first,” you admit. It was you who insisted gravity would help and you just HAD to ride him. He argued that missionary allowed you to relax more. Hopefully he was right.

He moves on top of you and nuzzles his nose into your neck, inhaling slowly and planting kisses there. You run your hands up the planes of his body and moan against the sensation of his cock rubbing upward between your folds.

He bares his narrow hips downward, inching into you with cruel slowness. Still you gasp, your walls stretching as they try to accommodate him. This time though it feels more delicious, more sinful, less painful to open up for him.

The gasp he lets out is like floating in space, breathy uncontrolled. It’s unreal, having him like this. Where at work he’s the picture of control, logic, wit. Here he’s a panting mess as you take that final inch of him. Your swear he’s in your stomach and you moan his name.

“So so good,” he shudders.

“You like that I can take all of your cock, Dr.Reid?” You purr and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Your fingers twist into his hair as he works his way in and out of you again.

He mutters an incoherent answer and buries his face in your neck. Your pull you knees up higher, giving him an angel to get deeper. You think time stops when he obliges and pushes himself down into your core. Fuck.

“Look,” he grips your jaw and turns your head so you can the reflection in the mirror.

The way his muscles flex as he thrusts into you? Your legs dutifully moving to wrap around his waist, his hair falling around you. You want to paint the image into a masterpiece, one to rival the greats. The beauty of him inside of you is unreal, its art. Fantasizing about it didn’t do it justice.

The sight has your heart racing, your pulse chasing your orgasm to the edges of eternity while he makes certain to hit that spot inside of you.

And when he moans your name?

You’re done.

Cosmos explode in your vision your nails dig into his back and your legs tighten around him, trying to keep his hard cock inside as you pulse and come apart. He shudders at the sensation, exhaling open mouthedly as you capture him and force him to still inside of you as your finish rupturing.

Chills shoot over your skin, goosebumps left in the wake of your orgasm and you can’t even see straight. A simple Spencer shaped blur above you. But he starts moving again, pulling something like a pleasure laced cry from your chest.

“You fit me so well,” he huffs. He’s right, you were scared at first but now it’s like the two of you are puzzle pieces, destined to connect.

He feels amazing, you can’t escape the feel of him as if he’s touching every part of your insides. It’s delicious, it’s torturous, it’s perfect. But you can’t imagine ever not feeling this full, how could you adjust again to not having him within you?

Your nails claw down his back, causing him to suck air through his teeth as he murmurs a string of praises and you’re climbing again. Climbing toward that peak, towards him.

His hands grip your heart, wrenching your head back slightly. Those damned hands…

You lose sight of reality as your second orgasm threatens to take you and he’s close to it wouldn’t it be perfect if…

“Spencer!” It takes you by surprise.

Your orgasm rolls violently through you, a malevolent being conquering your existence. Then you feel him tense, hear that moan, that string of whimpers, then he’s pumping into you. You feel his warm cum filling you and it’s so delicious mixed with the way you’re soaking him. His groin, his stomach, his hips, his bed, all coated in you.

He looks down at the mess and exhales a small laugh in awe. You try to catch your breath and cover your face in embarrassment, your cheeks burning.

“Hey,” he implores in a gentle voice as he moves your hands.

“Don’t hide from me. I want everything you have to offer,” a devilish grin plays on his lips and he leans down to kiss you.

[prettyboyweather]

i am staring respectfully…

[matthewsgreybubbles]

I know I've built my tiktok fyp brick by brick when I reached the Spencer Reid's hands edits.

It took me 5 years to get through it but I made it.

[reidshand]

SPENCER REIDS HANDS IN EVERY EPISODE

“THE INSTINCTS” - 4.06 1/?

[forevermoreale]

Who else has an unhealthy obsession with Spencer’s hands 👀🙋🏻‍♀️

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 17: Writing On Skin + Thigh Humping + Frottage

Roommate!Spencer Reid x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Warnings: writing on skin, thigh f*cking, dry humping (frottage), spencer is a sexy lil shit, brief moment of insecurity, lowkey highkey hand kink, kinda phone/keep quiet sex

Summary: Did your roommate just use you like you’re…a piece of paper? And why does it make you want him to tear into you?

You yawn, outstretching your arms as you exit your bedroom towards the kitchen when you’re startled by a frantic Spencer. He’s on the phone, pacing back and forth in the living room. He perks up at your presence as he mouths and hand gestures for you to find him a pen.

You hurriedly do so, pressured by the urgency. Rummaging through the drawers in the kitchen, you find anything but a pen. You raise your pointer finger in the air, remembering you’d left a permanent marker on the coffee table from your late-night studying session yesterday. Rushing over to hand it over to him, you feel accomplished. But then he sends you a look of indifference, so you shoot him back with a look of displeasure.

“Paper?” He whisper-yells.

“When ya give a mouse a cookie…” You quip but he’s not time for your sassy behavior.

“Just a second, sir.” Spencer says into the phone and before you know it, he’s spinning you around so your back’s facing him.

“Hey! What are you—”

“Shh!” He harshly commands and it all happens so smoothly that you barely have time to process it at all. Bending you over the arm of the couch, his hand swiftly unlatches your bra while the other lifts the back of your shirt up and over your head.

“Ready!” Spencer says confidently and you squeal at the feather touch of the marker gliding along your back.

For a moment, insecurity settles and you tense. He’s seen your naked back countless times before in some backless tops and dresses you’ve worn. But this felt…intimate. Especially when his hands would occasionally rest on the folds in your back to use as both support and to keep you from squirming.

Spencer provides you a reassuring touch, sliding his free hand up and down one side of your back for a moment before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. It’s fleeting motion but you register it, melting away your anxieties as you allow yourself to indulge in the sensations he’s giving you.

God, you’ve stared at those hands on many occasions, worried he’d someday catch you. And admittedly, you’ve fantasized about them around your throat while alone in your bedroom. But now here they are touching a surprisingly sensitive part of you.

Spencer glues his hips against your voluptuous backside and you feel the familiar throb and line of heat against your thin shorts. You wiggle yourself back against him, smacking around his clothed large member between your plush globes. You look back in time to see him biting his lip as he tried desperately to concentrate on writing and not making a sound that would give you both away.

He does a particular thing with the marker where it traces down your spine and into the dip in your lower back that makes you shiver. Licking then biting your lips as if savoring the pleasure on your tongue, you quietly mewl.

He’s becoming impatient, slowly humping your ass until his cock slips between your plush thighs. You gush in the way he grips the back of your neck for leverage, giving a thrust you swear you can feel prodding the soaked lining of your pants. You close your legs around him, fearing that he’d just might enter you through your clothes and you’d certainly end up being too loud.

He fucks his hardened cock through the enclosed space, nails digging into your skin and trailing down your back at how good you feel.

“Yes, yes, yes,” He says into the phone though you know it’s meant for you. “Perfect. I’ll be there right away.”

He punctuates his last note entry into your skin then ends the call. He recaps the marker, tossing it somewhere before he’s creeping over your back to place wet kisses on your supple skin.

“You were perfect,” He whispers. “I wouldn’t mind using you as my canvas again, painting you beautiful with my love.”

He drags his teeth along your shoulder before whispering in your ear, making you arch into him. “Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?”

[bucker3911]

i- i couldn't pick one picture so uh..this became a photo dump.

[reidmoony-toast]

I will literally NEVER shut up about this picture

Like the hand?!??!? The ring??? The fit??? The hair???? THE FACE?!?!? LIKE I GO FERAL ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY PLEASE HELP