Boys Will Be Boys

Rosie’s gif fics

MDNI ☆Spencer Reid x Wife!reader

Warnings: smut, dom!Spencer, dirty talk, pet names, short

Spencer’s hand a trail up and down your sides. Grabbing your hips as he moves his. Thrusting into yours making all kinds of noises a man of his intelligence shouldn’t be making. He is down bad for you. Has been ever since the first day you walked into the room all those years ago and laughed at his stupid joke.

He had gone away with work again to catch some bad guy while you had to stay home waiting for him to come back. Some nights it was hard, missing waking up with him next to you. So when Spencer comes home he is sure to make up for his disappearance.

“Feel good sweetheart?” He says before placing a gentle kiss on your neck, his ‘beard’ tickling you slightly. Lips hovering above it before he groans. His thrusting in and out of you feeling so good he doesn’t want to ever stop.

You nod quickly before letting out a moan, looking into the eyes of the man you call your husband. His necklace that you had bought him as a gift that he will never not be wearing is gently hitting your chin.

Spencer’s hand comes up to your ribs as he brings his face closer to yours. Lips above yours before he tilts his head to kiss your lips. His thrusts don’t stop nor slow as he moves his hand to grip your cheek.

He pulls his lips off yours to let out a groan, eyes closing. He loves this, he loves you. God he loves you.

“I’m close baby. You gonna cum with me?” He says which earns a whine and a nod from you. Too blissed out to reply verbally.

Spencer just smirks, gripping your chin tighter as he kisses you again.

“I can feel you tightening around me sweetheart.” Spencer’s words make you moan again. Sometimes the words that come out of that man’s mouth shocks you. You can’t believe this is the same man who once would get all flustered by a kiss on the cheek. He’s definitely changed, his jobs changed.

You love him any way he is. Cause deep down he’s still that nerdy boy who pushed his glasses up his nose every couple minutes.

“I’m gonna cum.” You finally speak up after being practically non verbal for the past five minutes. Your hand grips the man’s bicep as his fingers trail down your body. Going to the place that he knows is going to drive you insane.

His fingers reach your clit, slowly rubbing circles as he smiles against your lips in a teasing manner. He knows how to turn you into a moaning mess in his hands. Took him a couple of years to learn it. But he knows it now. You showed him when you first started dating how too. And he’s just got better with time, perfecting it.

His free hand is placed in yours. Interlocking your fingers. Making this experience more intimate.

“Cum on my cock baby.” Spencer places another kiss softly to your lips. His sweet kiss is completely different to the way he’s thrusting into you. Showing his two personalities in this moment.

With his words you don’t hold back and release. The noises that come out of your mouth are pornographic. Filling the room as you look up him who releases shortly after you. Not wanting to wait any longer.

He helps you ride it out with him before pulling out and laying on his back. Panting that matches yours as he looks up at the ceiling.

Both of you lay there silently for a couple minutes. Just lingering in the events that had just happened. You’re so happened back.

Your hand lands on his chest before slowly moving down further. Spencer chuckles before grabbing your wrist.

Let’s just say that wasn’t the only round of the night.

a/n: i love me a spicy Spencer. not proof read either bbys

every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up

Hari Nef is helping to normalize transwomen’s bodies and identities in a really important way that if you’re cisgender you may not have thought about

Nef goes on to explain the difference between her photoshoot with Velencoso, versus how transgender women are typically photographed in fashion editorials. “Images of trans femmes being loved rarely exist outside of pornography,” Nef wrote. “We tend to be hyper-sexualized and objectified within the cisgender gaze. Either that or we’re dehumanized as scum or (just as bad) untouchable goddesses.”

Photos: Twitter/Hari Nef

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PEDRO PASCAL having a good time during Christmas 🎄

Pedro Pascal + raising an eyebrow

This genuinely helps me so much, thank you for writing 💕🙏

As Joel lays there covered in his own blood, numb from any pain as his vision slowly starts to fade, a sense of peace and relief overcomes him.

He knew he was meant to die sooner or later, truthfully, he’s already been dead decades ago, when he lost her. Joel’s life had always been on borrowed time, and now his time was finally up.

Still, he could hear the fading screams from Ellie as she begged him to get up, and he wanted to. Oh how he desperately wanted to get up and kill anyone who dared to touch her. He fought so hard for her for this long, he can’t give up now. He shouldn’t! It’s not fair! She’s just a kid, she still needs me!

“Daddy…” a sweet, soft voice whispers to him.

Suddenly, a bright light begins to appear before his very eyes, and in the distance a figure is walking closer to him. He squints and attempts to shield his eyes with his hand, a hand that looks completely healed and smooth. The watch on his wrist ticks loud and fast as the figure steps closer and closer. He wasn’t afraid, in fact, he was happy.

As the cracks to the glass on his watch disappear, the hands spin rapidly until it comes to a complete stop. “What’s happening?” He said aloud, and then he looks in front of him. There Sarah stood before him, smiling brightly as she extends her hand out for him to take, and he does.

“Come on, dad. It’s time to go home.”

"Pillow Talk"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x f!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: post-smut, domestic intimacy, kissing, pillow talk, mentions of being naked, no smut

Words: 1k

Summary: After a passionate night together, you wake up wrapped in Spencer’s warmth.

The first thing you noticed was warmth.

Spencer’s warmth.

It surrounded you, wrapped around you like a cocoon, his body flush against yours beneath the tangle of sheets. His arm was slung low around your waist, fingers resting lazily against the dip of your stomach, his bare chest pressed to your back, his breath fanning softly against your neck.

It was a kind of warmth you could sink into.

A warmth that, if you let it, could make you never want to leave this bed again.

Last night.

The memory flickered through your mind, heat blooming in your chest.

It had been slow. Unrushed. Like time had stopped just for the two of you. Spencer had touched you like he was memorizing every inch of your skin, had kissed you like he was tracing poetry with his lips.

And now, in the early light of morning, that same warmth still lingered between you.

You exhaled softly, shifting slightly against him. The movement made Spencer stir, his grip tightening, pulling you just a little closer.

A low hum rumbled in his chest, sleep still thick in his voice. “You’re awake?”

You smiled, tilting your head slightly to look at him. His hair was a mess, curls wild and untamed from sleep, his face softer than usual, a sleepy haze still clinging to his eyes.

You resisted the urge to run your fingers through his curls. Barely.

“Mm,” you hummed. “I am now.”

Spencer let out a slow breath, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder, pressing a lazy, half-conscious kiss to your skin. “You should go back to sleep,” he murmured. “It’s early.”

You laughed softly. “You don’t even know what time it is.”

Spencer sighed, barely opening his eyes. “Based on the angle of the light, I’d say somewhere around 7:00 AM.”

You snorted. “Nerd.”

His lips quirked against your skin. “You like that I’m a nerd.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, his hand splaying lazily across your stomach, fingers tracing idle patterns against your skin.

Then—

“Last night was…” Spencer’s voice trailed off slightly, searching for the right words.

You turned in his arms to face him, raising an eyebrow. “What? You gonna say it was ‘statistically significant’?”

Spencer huffed out a sleepy laugh, shaking his head. “No.” His fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face. “It was perfect.”

Your heart fluttered.

The sincerity in his voice made something warm settle in your chest, a quiet kind of happiness filling every inch of you.

You smiled, reaching up to trace your fingers along his jaw. “Yeah,” you murmured. “It was.”

Spencer’s gaze softened, his eyes flickering between yours before trailing lower, down to your lips.

You knew that look.

Your stomach flipped.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. It was different from last night—not filled with urgency or need, but something sweeter. Something deeper.

Like he was savoring the moment.

When he pulled back, he was smiling.

“You’re soft in the mornings,” you teased, tracing a finger across his collarbone.

Spencer smirked. “You weren’t saying that last night.”

Your face burned.

You let out a scandalized gasp, swatting at his chest. “Spencer!”

He just laughed, catching your wrist with ease and pressing a kiss to the inside of it, his lips lingering against your pulse.

The intimacy of it made your breath hitch.

Spencer’s gaze flickered up to meet yours, something unreadable in his expression.

“I like this,” he murmured.

You swallowed. “Like what?”

He shifted, pulling you closer so you were completely wrapped in him, tangled in warmth, in him. “Waking up with you,” he admitted. “Having you in my arms.”

You felt your heart skip a beat.

“Spence…” you whispered, your fingers curling around the fabric of the sheets.

Spencer sighed, his voice soft. “I mean it.”

You tucked your head against his chest, your cheeks burning, overwhelmed by how much you felt.

“I like it too,” you admitted. “More than I should.”

Spencer smiled against your hair.

Neither of you spoke for a while, just lying there, wrapped in each other, letting the morning stretch out between you.

Eventually, Spencer sighed dramatically.

“Unfortunately, the laws of time and societal obligations make staying in bed forever impossible.”

You groaned. “I hate the laws of time and societal obligations.”

Spencer grinned, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. “Me too.”

And for a little while longer, neither of you moved.

unspoken feelings prompts

“i wish i could tell you how i really feel.”

“sometimes, the silence says more than words ever could.”

“if only you knew what goes on in my mind when i look at you.”

“i keep my feelings hidden because I’m afraid of what might happen if you knew.”

„every time I see you, my heart aches with things left unsaid.”

“i wonder if you can sense how much you mean to me.”

“there’s so much I want to say, but I can’t find the right words.”

“you have no idea how hard it is to act like everything is normal.”

“every smile, every laugh, it’s all a cover for what I really feel inside.”

“sometimes, i catch myself staring at you, wishing things were different.”

“i wish you could read my mind, so I wouldn’t have to say it out loud.”

“there are a thousand things I want to tell you, but I can’t.”

“if you ever found out, it might ruin everything.”

“every time i’m near you, my heart screams what my lips can’t.”

“i hope one day i’ll have the courage to tell you how i really feel.”

HOW SWEEEET 😭