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arkhamknightz · 1 year

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CLOSURE

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary; in which, spencer tries to fix his mistakes

warnings: angst, happy ending, fluff, as you can tell by both titles inspired by taylor’s evermore album!

notes: part 2 to tolerate it ! i’m really glad people actually enjoyed tolerate it, for anyone who asked for a part 2 or hoped for one this is for you! :) with help from @adhdannieedison !

A month had passed since that fight with Spencer. The letters had started a week and a half ago. First it started off with flowers at your door, a small note attached. “I’m sorry. I still think about you everyday.” You had been rotating through the clothes you had brought in your suitcase, as well as buying new ones.

You couldn’t go back to that apartment. You were staying with a friend, how Spencer got the address isn’t very surprising (thanks to Penelope) but he had started sending letters along with small gifts to the door every other day.

You regretted the fight with Spencer, well, regret isn’t the right word. You meant everything you said, although it wasn’t a secret your frustration got the best of you. Could you have dealt with that better? Yes, absolutely. But his handwriting of each letter of his name only brought an ache to your chest.

It wasn’t right, the way it all went down. He knows that, you know that. You could sense the hesitation in the letters you had received. You could practically feel the nerves radiating off the page, intertwined with the ink.

You were doing better, although you couldn’t bring yourself to write back. You’re sure he knew you were receiving the gifts. Otherwise he would’ve stopped sending them. It cut deep to know him as well as you did. With each letter on the page you could vision him writing them.

He would be sat at his desk at home, knowing he couldn’t bring himself to write them at work. If you inspected the page close enough, you could see very faint droplets. You knew Spencer well enough that he would try his best not to ruin the page, although it seemed like some days he never noticed they were there. His tears somewhat marked on the page.

You knew it was probably over. Maybe it was anger, maybe it was sadness masked as such. But you didn’t need his closure. You didn’t need to know what was running through his head the days he started ignoring you out of fear of what it could’ve been.

The way he looked at you that night, the way he spoke when he told you to stop talking. He spoke like you were some situation that needed to be handled. The way you imagined he would speak at work. You were fine with the spite bubbling in your chest. You were perfectly fine for the first week in the spare room, candles lit as tears rolled down your face with a drink in your hand.

Every time you closed your eyes you could feel his presence. You could feel the longing of his hand on your shoulder, soft kisses on your forehead and whispers of reassurance. It hurt to know him the way you did. It hurt knowing he threw something away so easily after building it for years.

You heard a knock on the door, your friend was out at work and you were sat on the couch filling out a form for work. Knowing what it was, you got up off the couch, setting your computer aside and walked over. You opened the door and there on the mat sat another envelope addressed to you, a small box from your favorite bakery sat under it.

You sighed and picked it up before closing the door and locking it, sitting back down before setting both of them on your lap. You looked into the box and softly smiled, your favorite dessert carefully placed into the box. You opened up the letter and pulled out the paper.

“I know I messed up. I can’t express that enough. I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry its taken me so long to properly address it. If i’m being quite honest I don’t know why I did the things I did. More of the matter why I stopped doing certain things. All I know is I miss the way you curled up into me in our shared bed. I haven’t been able to sleep there in the last month. I’m afraid if I sleep in our bed the scent of you would fade away.

I’m sorry for throwing what we had away so easily. I don’t know what caused me to act the way I did, or what caused me to lash out at you when you were only frustrated for all the right reasons. The team was right. It was never about work, but it also wasn’t about you. I can’t pinpoint what caused my behavior but all I know is I’m sorry. And I’ll spend every moment I can trying to show you that I mean that.

This might be a push, but it doesn’t hurt to try. Please, come home soon. I want to work this through. I want to be better for you. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t when I still had you with me. If you do decide to come home one day by some miracle, I’ll be waiting. I’d wait forever if I had to. I really hope you’re doing okay. I’m sorry for the damage I caused, theres not a single day that goes by where I don’t regret what I must’ve put you through.

Yours always, Spencer. x”

You sighed and wiped away the tear that had fell from your eye. You set the letter back into the envelope and put it on the coffee table in front of you. You had gotten a majority of your work done since that night, emotions fueling you to write your papers and get as much work done as you could.

You started going on runs in the park, music playing through your ears as you circled around the area. You really were doing better, the flood of any pain and love you had pushing you to grow and rediscover yourself. You didn’t need his closure, you were just a wrinkle in his life. His guilt was probably what caused him to reach out, but you didn’t need some fake insincere apology from him.

He was apologizing for himself, so he wouldn’t have to live with that guilt. Right? If he really felt bad he would’ve reached out to you sooner. Right? You found yourself making excuses for him again, anger starting to creep its way into your stomach. You loved him, you knew he cared about you. But all you could do was formulate bad intentions in your head.

By the time you ran into Spencer, you were out with your friend at a bar 3 weeks later. You didn’t expect to see him there, nor his entire team. You locked eyes with him from across the room, a tightening ache in your heart as you saw the distinct bags under his eyes, drink in his hand. You knew Spencer wasn’t fond of drinking. Although he did it every so often, he barely ever let himself get as drunk as he looked.

It hurt that you could see his tired features from so far away. Guilt started to slowly rise in your chest before you turned around and downed your drink. “Woah slow down there. What’s up?” You looked over at your friend. “He’s here. With his entire team.” Her eyes widened and she turned around to look around the bar, low and behold there she saw Spencer sitting at a table with a group of people.

“Do not turn around he’s walking- okay well stumbling this way.” You shut your eyes tightly as you heard him call out your name. You looked over at your friend who smiled in sympathy and walked away to go get a new drink. Your breath hitched as he stopped on the other side of you. “Hey.”

You could hear the crack of his voice, you missed the way he spoke to you at night, both of you laying in bed while you whispered sweet nothings to each-other. You turned around and smiled sadly. “Hey Spence” you saw him tear up at the nickname and you quickly panicked. “Hey hey, don’t cry please don’t cry.” He sniffled. “I missed you. I’m so so sorry.” A tear rolled down his cheek, your facial expression now mirroring his.

You could feel any anger you had towards him bubble away as you pulled him into a hug, his body shook against yours as he settled his head into your neck. Cracks in his voice muffled by your hair as he spoke. “I’m sorry. I know I fucked up. I fucked up so so badly. I’ve missed you so much I’m sorry I know you hate m-“ you quickly cut him off. “I’m still upset yes but I don’t hate you.”

You pulled away looking at him, his eyes red and puffy brimmed with tears. “I could never hate you.” You reached up to wipe away his tears, thumb brushing against his cheek which only made him cry harder. Normally, you probably would feel embarrassed, you were both crying in the middle of the bar, but all you could focus on was him.

“I’m gonna take you home okay? We can talk about this tomorrow. You need to sleep.” He nodded, knowing it would be pointless to argue. You looked over at his team, who all looked away quickly, their eyes darting around the room pretending they weren’t watching. You softly chuckled and made eye contact with Derek before mouthing you were gonna take him home.

He nodded and you locked hands with Spencer before letting your friend know you were taking him home. She nodded and told you to stay safe before you walked out. Spencer looked like a kicked puppy, eyes red with tears while he looked down, sniffles coming from him.

You waved down a taxi before getting him inside, sitting beside him. You gave them the address to your old apartment and you sat in silence. The only noise coming from the radio, the streets and his small sniffles. After being dropped off, you reached out and he gave you his keys, you opened the door and your heart broke at the state of the apartment. Books were thrown out onto the floor, the kitchen seemingly untouched, you took a look at the couch and saw a thin blanket sprawled out, pillow thrown onto the floor.

You sighed and looked at Spencer who was already looking at you, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry the place is a mess.” You let out a small laugh, wiping away his tears. “It’s okay. Let’s get you to bed yeah?” He nodded and walked through the apartment with you. You cleaned up while he got changed in your bedroom, putting away the books and folding up the blanket on the couch.

You grabbed his pillow and walked into your room. Spencer was staring at your side of the bed and you placed his pillow back in its spot and sat on the edge of the bed. He took the hint and sat right next to you. You looked down and picked at your nails, his hand grasping yours to stop you. “Don’t do that.” He held your hand and now you were the one crying.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, as if speaking any louder would break you. “I know.” You both sat in silence for a little, small sniffles echoing throughout the room. “You should get some sleep Spencer.” He nodded and you got up, allowing him to lay down. You walked into the closet and changed into comfier clothes before walking into the bathroom and washing your face.

You came back out and laid next to him. His arm wrapping around your waist like it used to. You missed the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, fitting like a missing puzzle piece. You were doing fine without him. But you knew what was missing. You knew you wouldn’t be able to live the rest of your life the same without him there. His arms felt like home, his kisses like rays of sunshine hitting your face, his hugs like being enveloped by a warm blanket.

You hadn’t been able to sleep well, missing the way you felt safe while you were asleep with him. Now whenever you slept you kept a small light on, but it hardly even came close to fulfilling the security you longed for. You smiled softly as he quickly fell asleep, his arms unconsciously starting to tighten around you.

The next morning you woke up before Spencer. You got up and walked into the kitchen to get him a glass of water and some painkillers. You knew he hated taking them, preferring to push through it. But after last night you knew he would need it. You heard quick shuffling and your bedroom door swing open, you turned around and he had tears in his eyes, before he finally settled on your figure left in the kitchen.

This only seemed to make it worse. He let out a choked sob as you looked at him. “Hope I’m not overstaying my welcome.” You joked, he cracked a smile and shook his head. “Never.” You handed him the cup of water and he drank it, taking the small pill reluctantly.

After a few minutes you both sat on the couch. You had been dreading this conversation since you saw him at the bar last night. “I know I’ve said sorry, but I want to prove that to you. I want to show you I mean it wholeheartedly. Pushing you away the way that I did was inexcusable. So I’m not gonna try to come up with one. But I know it’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life. And I know you deserve better than someone who could do something like that to you.”

You nodded. “I know I deserved better.” His eyes looked into his lap, his hands fiddling with each-other. “But I didn’t want better. I wanted you Spencer. I knew the difficulty of your job, I knew the relationship wouldn’t be perfect all the time. That I was perfectly okay with. What I didn’t appreciate was you pushing me away, the comments you had started making at me, the way you told me to stop talking when I was angry like I had no right to be.”

He nodded in understanding as you continued, “I’ve never loved someone the way I love you Spencer. So it hurt when you pushed me away and made no effort to show you cared in the slightest. I was trying my best and it seemed like it wasn’t enough for you. So I walked away because I knew I wasn’t gonna let myself go through that.” He nodded. “I know. I’m sorry, I know saying that over and over doesn’t do anything if I don’t prove myself that I mean it. I want to be better this time. And I know that’s gonna take a lot and that’s something I’m more than willing to do. If I have to wait a year for you to fully forgive me I will in a heartbeat. Please. Just let me show you I’ve changed? That I want this to work?”

You nodded and he smiled softly before silently asking to hug you. You pulled him in and you sat in his arms, basking in the warmth and the way he pulled you closer to his chest if that was even humanly possible. You were doing fine without him. But you knew you would never be complete with him beside you.

note: HI i hope this ending is satisfying for everyone. i know i seemingly rushed through this but ideas were flowing! my requests are open for anyone who wants to send in some things, i mostly write song fics, since i find them easiest and can produce them the quickest. but im open to all requests! i have a list of people i write for in my pinned, so please don’t be afraid to send something in! :)

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luvdella · 5 months

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Just 😽😽😽 all day every day for this man

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h0nology · 3 months

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blessing my mgg girls today 🎀

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emeraldjoonie · 1 year

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Matthew Gray Gubler playing Spencer Reid in Criminal minds pt1❤

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mggsv · 8 months

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Daddy (Matthew Ver.)

poc f!reader x Mgg (18+)

summary: he’s there when you need him. he makes sure you’re living perfect and comfortably. he’s your daddy, and you’re his perfect little girl.

warnings: dom!matthew, sub!reader, poc!reader, praising, oral (m receiving), slight masturbation

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“That’s it..you’re doing perfect sweetheart.

Your lips suck the tip of his thick cock, curious eyes desperate for approval looking right up at him. Matthew’s beautiful, everything you’ve ever wanted, anything you’ve ever needed… “Fuck..that’s it.” You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He lets out a small, desperate breath, moaning out into the quiet air of his living room. “My perfect girl” he relaxes into your mouth, cock slipping further past your perfect lips.

“So big Daddy..” you gasp around his leaking cock. Your thighs rubbed against one another, your cunt wet from his finger being inside of you just moment before, that and the way his cock filled your mouth turned you on so much. “That’s it..fuck, take it baby.” He grunts as you pulled back, licking your lips. You kiss his tip, hands running up his thighs. You lick a long strip alongside his cock, staring up at him. “So big..” you whisper. Your pussy throbbed just thinking about how well Matthew was going to fill you. You take his cock to base, hand coming up to cup his balls, and squeeze. He moans, instinctively reaching for your hair. He stops however, knowing you had on your bonnet- he’d never attempt to do such a thing. Instead, he adjusts, sitting up a bit so that he could grab the back of your neck. “I wanna feel my cock touch the back of your neck, understand?” You glance up at him, eyes fluttering as you took him just the way you wanted. There dripped saliva down your chin as your eyes water. You gag just a bit, choking. As you pull back you slap his tip against your lips. You loved his cock in your mouth more than anything. “You were always a cock hungry little thing.”

He shudders, pushing your head further. “Gonna cum baby..” He fucks your throat faster. Your hands coming up to grip his thighs. “Mph-“ his cum hit the back of your throat. You choke but his hand stayed planted behind your neck. The tears leak from your eyes as he came. “Fuck fuck fuck-“ He moans. “That’s it baby..swallow it for me my good girl. So good” his words slurred slightly. “Good..”

He sighs softly as he sits back, taking time to admire you. Your plump lips swollen from kissing and taking his cock, your forehead sweating just a bit, his cum and your saliva dripping down your chin as your frantically tried to keep it in your mouth and swallow. It made him chuckle as he motioned you forward, “You don’t want to take it off?” He reaches for the pink satin material on your head, in which you lazily swat his hand away. You swaddle his lap, cock still just as hard right against your dripping sex. “No..not my bonnet.” You give him a look, and soon afterwards felt his dick twitch beneath you. “Okay baby..” His hands guided your hips to rock, gripping your ass was his favorite part of anything.

His head leaned back into the surface, adam’s apple bobbing while he moved you against his sensitive cock. “Fuck..that’s it baby. Shit..” he moans.

“May I..daddy?” your hands itches to touch yourself. He peered at you, smile on his lips. It turned him on knowing just how much you wanted it all. He’s your daddy after all, he had no trouble giving you what you wanted when you weren’t being punished. “What? Use your words baby.” You whimper feeling his tip brush up against your sensitive clit. You grind against him , your hand going over to grip his shoulder. “May I touch myself daddy?” His hands grip your ass even harder, earning a desperate moan from you. The friction felt so good between you too. Your eyes rolled a little as they closed. His cock slipping easily along your wet pussy. “..please”

You hear him groan, hips thrusting up. You felt his cock prod at your hole, your slick coating him perfectly. “You may sweetheart.” He grunts. Your fingers glide over your nipples first. They were hard, waiting. Your pinch one, moaning. Your other hand reaches down between your legs to rub your sex. You shiver at how wet you were, wetter than you imagined. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard” he breathes, cock slipping inside of you with ease. “Yes daddy-“ you gasp, head tucking between his neck while he pumped you full.

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fakesocialmediaa · 1 year

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Itsmey/n

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Itsmey/n Beach days are my favorite i’ll never get tired of them as long as i’ve got you with me ❤️ @ spencerreid

Spencerreid

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Spencerreid man am i lucky @ itsmey/n

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mrsmanheim · 1 year

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Vegas|Spencer Reid

BlackFemBallerina!Reader x Spencer Reid

warnings: smut with a plot, kissing, secret relationship, suckingbreasts, oral (m receiving), p in v,

Summary: after being teased by Derek, Spencer uses their Vegas case to his advantage

“JJ he’s doing it again” Spencer complained as he looked over the case files “Boys” JJ warned “Ok but come on, you’re from Vegas and you’re a virgin” Derek continued to tease

“I’m not a virgin” Spencer muttered “Oh really?” Derek leaned in “Ew no I don’t wanna hear about Spencer’s sex life” Penelope interfered from the laptop on the jet

“You won’t baby girl, because he doesn’t have one” Derek chuckled

“I do have a sex life and it’s a very good sex just because I don’t sleep with everything that breathes in my direction doesn’t mean I’m a virgin” Spencer ranted before going to the most private place on the jet, the bathroom

Spencer threw cold water on his face to calm him down and pulled out his phone to make a call.

“Hey!” Spencer said in a whisper

“Hey Spence!” The girl on the phone beamed

“Um, we have a case and it’s in Vegas” He said

“And you wanna see me” The girl sighed in a tone of disappointment

“You ok?” Spencer worried

“Yeah I’m fine” The mystery woman lied

“Odette don’t lie to me” Spencer said in a stern voice

“Well Spencer everytime we see each other you always just wanna sleep together…and not in the cute cuddly way plus we barely get to see each other” Odette complained

“Oh, um, I’m sorry, I apologize that’s completely my fault” Spencer began to apologize

“And I assume when you get here you wanna have sex” She was right that’s what he wanted but Spencer did really like Odette

“No, um, if I have time let’s do something” Spencer decided

“This doesn’t mean I’m ruling out sex Spencer” Odette let out a giggle

Spencer heard someone call Odette’s name and Odette someone call Spencer’s name.

“What you doin’ in there Pretty Ricky?” Derek chuckled “Nothing” Spencer sighed, ignoring the question

“Bye, gotta go” They said in unison before hanging up

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This case was stressful but it came night time and they could finally sleep.

Spencer decided he’d go to Odette’s house and surprise her.

“Pretty boy, where you going?” Derek stopped him “To bed” Spencer responded “You don’t even know where the hotel is yet” Derek reminded him “Uh, I’ll see you in the morning” Spencer continued to Odette’s car be borrowed

He pulled up to the girl’s house and got out his spare key to enter the house.

Odette had no idea Spencer was in the house and he planned to keep it that way, enough to scare her. He took off his shoes as he made his way to the kitchen where Odette was finishing a snack, her back turned to Spencer.

“Boo!” Spencer shouted “Ah!” Odette shrieked in fear “Spencer Reid!” She playfully pushed his shoulder “Sorry, sorry, um, so you wanna do something?” Spencer joined the laugh

“Spencer it’s 11pm there’s nothing to do right now” Odette threw away her plate “It’s Vegas, 11pm is when everything opens” The boy genius joke “Not when you’ve been up for work since 5am” Odette signed

“Wow, I had no idea being a ballerina was so hard” Spencer stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders “Yeah? Imagine being a FBI agent” Odette placed her hands over his “Two people with stressful jobs” The girl turned around to kiss Spencer

“Mhm” He tried to refrain from moaning

She moved from his neck to his lips and Spencer began to kiss back.

Spencer took his large hands used them to pick her up and give her the ability wrap her long legs around him as he carried them both to her bad.

Him, laying on the bed and her on his lap straddling him.

Spencer was quick to remove her oversized pajama shirt whilst she grinder into his hips causing him to let out a deep groan.

“You know today my coworker, Derek” He stopped talking to make sure Odette knew who he was talking about

“Mhm, I’ve heard that name before” She was too caught up in helping Spence remove her bra “He made that virgin joke again” He finished as he threw the bra across

“If only he knew” Odette’s hand ran through Spencer’s hair

Spencer chuckled before laying Odette on his back to take one of her breast in his mouth sucking and humming as he massaged the other and that alone had her back slightly arching.

“Yeah, they kinda see me as innocent” Spencer released her boob with a popping sound “I sure don’t” Odette disagreed as she gasped at the feeling of Spencer giving her other breast the same attention

“Oh, you don’t?” Spencer chuckled, they were face to face again “You know what, I have a problem” The girl sat up “What? What’s wrong?” Spencer slightly worried “You’re still clothed” She began to unbutton his shirt

She didn’t stop till all of Spencer’s close were removed and on the floor except his underwear which Spencer insisted on keeping on.

“No, they’re coming off” Odette got on her knees and pulled Spencer’s boxers off, his cock immediately sprung up.

She took no time to attempt to take the whole thing into her mouth knowing she couldn’t right away, she only wanted to make that gagging sound Spencer loves.

If someone payed attention it’d be very easy for them to tell Odette was a ballerina, aside from her name, everything she did was graceful and done with care, even when she had someone’s dick down her throat.

Also when that someone was relentlessly pulling her hair, all the gagging, slurping, and sucking had Spencer on edge.

Odette could tell Spencer was close so she took that as her sign to stop.

“Seriously” Spencer let out a groan “Yes seriously” She crawled back up to the bed “Lay on your back, please” Spencer grinned a bit as Odette complied

“Ready?” Spencer looked at her for approval “Ready” She assured him.

Spencer lined up his cock and slowly pushed into Odette’s vagina causing them to both let out groans of pleasure.

“Okay, Spencer go go go” She rushed him to continue penetrating “With pleasure” Spencer continued then stopped when Odette began laughing

“What’s funny?” He asked, genuinely confused “Nothing, nothing but, “with pleasure” that was funny” She continued laughing “Oh god, no pun intended” Spencer chuckled

“Go Spence” She gently slapped his shoulder, though neither of them stopped laughing

Spencer pulled out then pushed in again repeatedly, Odette’s legs remained around his torso and her nails digging into her back.

A few more thrusts later and Spencer’s breathing was labored and Odette’s legs began to shake.

“I’m close” Spencer admitted “Mhm” Odette was too but she couldn’t find the words, within 10 seconds after saying that they both released.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping to energize for you big case tomorrow”Odette turned to face him “It should be easier for me to focus on clues and catch the unsub tomorrow rather than today” Spencer turned as well

“Why is that?” Odette asked “It’s proven that calming and regulating your nervous system helps with your focus” He began ranting “Mhm, and is your nervous system calmed and regulated” Odette asked as she moved the hair that was glued to his forehead with sweat

“It is” Spencer chuckled

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The team cheered and shoved Spencer around playfully seeing as it was his break through that solved the case and helped them catch the unsub.

“Dinner! On me Morgan” Garcia declared “Fine by me” Rossi and everyone else agreed

They walked out of the police station but Spencer stopped once he saw a poster for a ballet.

Swan Lake starring Odette Mills as Odette and Odile

Weird, he didn’t know.

“Actually guys, you wanna go see a ballet?” Spencer held up the poster “Swan Lake?! Omg, that’s just like my favorite ballet ever!” JJ beamed “Let’s go there first!” Garcia agreed

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The ballet ended and Spencer was in awe, Odette was so graceful and beautiful on the stage. He fell in love even more.

“I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed it” Hotch sighed “You can’t deny it” Garcia cheered “Did you guys the main ballerina playing the swans is also named Odette” Morgan examined the flyer

“Spencer?” Odette yelled from the stage then began to run to him “Princess!” Spencer hugged the girl

The nickname Spencer gave her when he watch The Swan Princess and found out the princess was named Odette.

“Princess?” Derek raised a brow “Guys, this is Odette, my, um, girlfriend” Spencer hesitated because he and Odette had never put labels on their relationship.

“Yup” Odette agreed “Girlfriend?!” Rossi said in shock “Aaron Hotchner, nice to meet you” “Odette Mills” She repeated to everyone, the last two people being Penelope and Derek

“Penelope Garcia nice to meet you! You were so great out there and omg you’re so pretty, Spencer she’s so pretty! Why haven’t we met you? Wait but we’re meeting you right now. Did I mention you’re pretty” Penelope ranted which Odette didn’t mind

She was literally dating Spencer Reid the king of ranting.

“Odette, nice to meet you, love your style” She hugged Penelope

“Derek Morgan nice to meet you” Derek held out his hand “Wait, the Derek Morgan” Odette slightly gasped “I think so” Derek chuckled “Spencer talks about you all the time” Odette’s arms crossed

“Really? That’s good to hear” Derek nodded “Wanna know a secret?” Odette asked “Sure” Derek agreed “He’s not a virgin” The girl smirked

“No way!” Emily finally spoke “Nope, he’s actually a god in bed” Odette wrapped her arms around Spencer’s body “You naughty boy” Derek teased “Dinner, who’s hungry” Spencer attempted to change the subject

This is horrible 😭

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wrenreid · 1 year

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Just Acting

18+ story | all chapters in master list

Chapter Fourteen

After filming today, you and Matthew are going to hang out. And you're so looking forward to it!

Delilah rests her head on Spencer's chest as they watched tv on the couch. It's the weekend, Delilah took a day off and Spencer wasn't called in for a case. Instead of going on a date, the two decided to stay in and just enjoy each other's company.

Delilah pushed herself off of Spencer with her hand on his chest. She sat back on her knees staring down at him.

"What?" Spencer asks, looking up to her.

"You're so pretty," she says.

"Thank you?" He furrows his brows with a smile.

"You're very welcome,” Delilah grins proudly.

"Come here, beautiful." He says, opening his arms back for her to lay back down. She obliges, laying her head on Spencer's chest after giving him a soft kiss on his mouth.

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You go home before anyone else since you don't have anymore scenes for the day. You stop by Dunkin to get a coffee, and sadly see that Jess is off today. You head back to your apartment.

When you get home, you plop down on the couch dreading the night ahead of you. It's around 4 o'clock in the afternoon when you get a text from Matthew saying he can't wait for tonight. The text is paired with two emojis, a smile and the eggplant. He’s so fucking weird.

You hang out around the apartment, watching tv, snacking a bit, and cleaning up, until around 6 when you decide to take a shower. You press play on your favorite playlist which consists of 90s R&B, modern day sad shit, and some random other songs.

You step into the shower, letting the water soak you. You wash your hair and body, shave a bit, wash your face, and step out to moisturize. While still wrapped in the towel, you apply product to your hair, scrunch it, and tie in up in a wrap.

Time to pick out an outfit. You slip on a pair of light blue underwear and a white bra, you couldn't find the matching set and quite frankly don’t care. No one will be seeing what’s underneath your clothes tonight anyway.

You rummage through your closet, searching for something decent to wear. You don't really know what you're doing for this "hanging out" shit, but you know you should probably dress... not in sweats. You grab a pair of black jeans from your dresser, a white t shirt with a floral design at the neckline, and a loose fitting bomber jacket. Just before doing your makeup, you slip into the jeans. You apply a light makeup look and take your hair out of the wrap, the light curls fall down nicely. You get dressed in the rest of your clothes and slip into a pair of white converse.

Matthew shows up not long after with a knock on your apartment door. "Ready for our date?" he leans against the door frame, almost stumbling over.

You roll your eyes. "Not a date." You grab your cross-body purse, and head out the door, not waiting for him.

"Definitely a date,” he says confidently.

"Not a date," you turn around, pointing your finger at him.

He puts his hands up in surrender, and the two of you head down to the parking lot. He opens the door for you, and you get into the passenger's seat.

"Well that was nice.”

"Yes. Spencer seems to be much nicer than I am,” Matthew winks while starting up the car.

"So where are we going?" You say when you get into the night traffic of Los Angeles.

"That’s a surprise.”

You look over to him. "Where?"

"Just to a little restaurant then we're going to watch a movie,” he tells you.

"What movie?"

"Damn can't you let anything be on the whim?"

"No,” you say frankly.

"Uptight," Matthew says under his breath.

"Say that again, and you won't have a tongue to say anything else."

"Feisty,” he says with a grin in your direction.

You watch his hands turn the steering wheel and turn into the parking lot of a small Japanese restaurant. You get out and follow him into the building.

He decides to sit at the bar, which you are perfectly fine with because you might need a strong one to get through the night.

Only a few other people are in the building, which is kind of good and kind of not good in case he makes you mad.

His knee brushes yours as he swivels in the high chair like a child. You order a water and try to decide what you want to eat. Since everything else seems kind of new and strange, you decide on vegetarian sushi. Matthew gets some dish that looks kind of good and off-putting at the same time.

"You two are a cute couple," the handsome japanese man behind the bar says to the two of you.

"O, we're not couple,” you tell him.

"Yes we are," Matthew says to the man.

"No we're not," you glare at him.

"Delilah and Spencer.”

"We're a couple," you turn to the man with an agitated smile.

"That's the spirit," Matthew grabs your hand.

"You're pushing it, Gubler,” you say through a gritted smile.

The two of you eat in silence for most of the dinner. You laugh as Matthew tries to eat with chopsticks.

"Okay! Let's go," Matthew hops out of his seat and offers his hand out to you. He'd paid the bill already.

You don't take his hand but get down from your chair. He walks out of the building, you trail behind.

The movie theater isn't too far away. When you get there, he asks the lady outside for two tickets to a movie you've never heard of.

"What's the movie about?”

"I don't know,” Matthew shrugs.

"You don't know?"

"C'mon, Delilah. Maybe it'll be good,” he grins softly.

You press your lips together with a sigh and follow him into the theater.

As the movie unfolds, you're face goes from expression to expression, mostly confusion and disgust.

Finally, the credits roll in, and Matthew looks down at you. "Let's go," he has a big smile on his face.

"What the fuck was that?" You ask, your eyebrows still knit with confusion. He laughs when you're on your way back to his car.

"I'm so confused! Were they aliens?” You ask again.

He laughs again, "I don't even know."

You chuckle. "I knew I should've picked out the movie."

"Yeah probably. I'm surprised you sat through that whole thing,” he says.

The two of you laugh as you get back into his car. He drives back to your apartment with music playing.

"You know that wasn't half bad," you admit at your door.

"The movie definitely was,” Matthew objects.

"Yes, yes it was," you chuckle.

"Goodnight, Y/n.”

You pull his head down to you and press your lips to his. When the kiss is over, he looks at you with wide eyes and a little smile.

"Goodnight, Gubler."

With that, he leaves down the hall, and you shut your apartment door. What. Just. Happened.

You just- why did you do that?

You plop down on your couch after taking off your jacket. You see you have a missed call and a message from Jordan.

"Hey, Y/n. I'm at your door. Surprise date!!"

Shit. What have you done?

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"What the fuck did I do?” You pace back and forth in your apartment.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Your friend walks into your apartment.

"Oh thank God, Jess!!" You close the door quickly.

"What's wrong?"

"It's official. I'm a whore."

She bursts out with a laugh. "What?"

"So you know how I said the lake trip wasn't horrible, and how Matthew was alright for the most part. Well, we made out. On his bed. While I straddled him. And I'm like freaking out again because we hung out today for our job like I told you about. Anyway, I kissed him. I fucking kissed him before he left. Then I read this text from Jordan and I'm like what is wrong with me…”

"Y/n, slow down. You're talking faster than the Chipmunks,” she exclaims.

You take a breath. "Right. Sorry."

"Okay so you two made out?” Jess asks, her eyebrows raised.

You nod your head harshly.

"Then you kissed him tonight?"

You nod your head again, hating this clarifying questions.

"And the text from Jordan was?”

"He was being sweet. He wanted to take me on a surprise date."

"You hate surprises,” she says.

"I do, but it's the thought that counts."

Jess releases a chuckle. "So what are you going to do?"

"That's why I called you,” you tell her.

"Y/n, you're 33 years old. Be a big girl and break up with Jordan. I can tell you don't like him."

You sigh. "He's a really nice guy."

"But…”

"But he's too... I don't know. Not for me I guess,” you tell her.

"There ya go."

"I'll break up with him. Tomorrow,” you say.

"You go girl! Dump some ass!"

"Oh my god, don't say it like that!" Your palm meets your face.

She laughs again, and makes her way to your fridge.

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Today's the day. You're going to do it. You're going to dump Jordan. How hard can this be? You haven't been together that long, and things haven’t been serious.

"Hey. I need to talk to you. Meet me at the cafe on Melrose." You press send with a sigh.

"Great! See you then:)"

Oh no.

You get ready in ripped jeans, a black crop top that kind of makes you think too hard about the pudge on your tummy, but it's the fit that matters, and a flannel over it. You slip on your white sneakers, grab your bag, and head out of your apartment.

"Hey, Y/n!" He gives you a hug and a kiss on the lips.

"Jordan, hey,” you say awkwardly.

"You needed to talk to me?"

"Yes I do... I don't think we should see each other any more.”

"What?"

"It's just not working out for me. You're a great guy, it's just- Are you crying?"

"No,” he says defensively.

"Your eyes are tearing up,” you say with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not crying."

"We were together a month.”

"I thought things were going good,” Jordan says.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to be in a relationship I'm not invested in. You deserve better than that."

"Okay," he sighs, nodding.

"Goodbye, Jordan." You put your hand on his shoulder after you stand up.

"Bye, Y/n. And tell him."

"Hmm?"

"Tell him. There's someone else. I can tell."

You shake your head, then turn and walk out of the cafe. You make your way to set.

You rush to hair and makeup, knowing you're running behind. They straighten your hair and put on your usual Delilah makeup look.

You change into black jeans with a belt buckle showing through a mostly tucked in blouse underneath a loose fitting grey blazer jacket. You're wearing black heeled boots.

There's a few scenes to film today, a few including you.

mature content warning

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"Marc is going to be watching over you guys for a while. If you have any questions, ask him or call me if it's an emergency." Delilah grabs her bag, and heads out of her building.

She drives her way to the Behavioral Analysis Unit where her boyfriend Spencer works. They've officially been calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, and it feels so good to say the word even if labels don't really mean that much.

She reaches the floor, seeing everyone in the bullpen. Spencer said he'd just gotten home from a case a few hours ago and was doing paperwork. Delilah knew how fast he was at reading, so she figured he'd be done by now.

"What are you doing here?" He rises from his desk with a smile.

"You've been to my work, so I figured I'd visit you at yours." She'd had permission of course to be let up to the BAU's floor.

He wraps his arms around her. "Well, I appreciate it."

She gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Of course."

"Give me one moment, and I'll be able to leave."

Delilah nods her head. She waits for Spencer to return from his bosses office as she stands sort of awkwardly at his desk.

"So you're the girl that's been making genius smile all the damn time." Delilah turns around to see a muscular hispanic man. "I swear he's like a freaking puppy."

Delilah chuckles. "I'm Delilah." She shakes his hand.

"You're the girl from the case a few months ago!"

A thin blonde haired girl elbows the asian man in the side. "Nice to formally meet you, Delilah."

She smiles at them. "Nice to meet you guys again, under better circumstances."

Spencer comes back into the bullpen, and goes to Delilah's side.

"I knew there was someone ha!" JJ says.

"Yeah, yeah. You caught me." He smiles down at his girlfriend. "You ready to go?"

"No, stay. Talk a bit. Tell us secrets," the attractive male agent jokes.

Delilah gives them a wave goodbye, and Spencer leads her to the elevator.

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"How's it going?"

"Well I just broke up with my boyfriend, so… fine actually.”

"I forgot you had a boyfriend," Matthew says bluntly.

"So did I apparently," you admit.

He laughs. "Wow."

"Hey, about last night..."

"I know. You didn't mean it,” he nods.

"I don't know,” you say, voice soft.

"What do you mean?”

"I don't know. I mean I literally can't stand you half the time, but for some reason it felt right."

"Thank you?" His eyebrows stitch together.

You chuckle a sigh, running your hand through your hair. "It's been one confusing week."

Matthew steps closer to you. "You could say that."

You stand there. Unable to move or say anything. You feel like you could reach your hand out and feel the tension.

He takes another step closer, his eyes appearing darker. “Can I?"

You nod your head, chest feeling heavy. His hands cup your cheeks. Your eyes meet his light brown ones for a second before his mouth comes down on yours. It's gentle at first, but as your mouths move as one the heat burns up.

Soon enough, you're taking off his shirt as he unbuckles the belt on your waist. He breaks the kiss once more to remove the blouse from your body after the jacket comes off. You raise your arms, allowing him to pull the shirt up.

Matthew presses you up against the door of your trailer. One hand is on your waist, the other behind your neck, tangled in your hair. You reach behind you and lock the door. You move your hands to his hair, twirling his curls in your fingers as your lips and tongues move together in a burning sensation.

You shove him off of you and glare up at him. "Sit down."

He gives you a confused look, lips kiss-swollen.

"Sit."

He obliges with a sarcastic "Yes ma'am."

"If we're going to do this, I'm in charge,” you command.

He looks up at you with a look that can only mean he's turned on. You get on your knees in front of him. He's leaning against the couch, lying in wait of what you're going to do. You pull at his boxers, and he leans up, letting you take them off.

Before he can even make a sound, you're mouth is on his growing bulge. You hear Matthew take in a ragged breath. You bob your head, and after a moment, you stop. Completely stop with no explanation.

"You're evil," he says, breathing heavy.

You grin faintly, and hand him a condom you got from the drawer in your trailer.

You take your black underwear off and straddle his lap. You'll definitely regret this later, but for now it's just you and him. You come down on him, moving your hips back and forth gently and pacing up and down at the same time.

He throws his head back, his hands digging into your hips. The moment is kind of sloppy and fast, you don’t even kiss as you fuck him. After a while, your nails scratch at his shoulders as you finish.

You get off of him, and grab your clothes. You head to the bathroom, clean yourself off, and get dressed again. Your hair is a mess. After wiping under your eyes, you return to the room to see Matthew putting his shirt back on.

"Well,” you start, releasing an exasperated. “That was…”

"Something."

"Yes," you say. "Something."

"A good something,” Matthew says.

Your nod your head. You walk over to him, and fix his messy hair. He chuckles with a flushed face.

"What do we do now?" He asks, looking down at you.

"We move on with our lives," you say. "You should probably leave. We've both been away too long."

He nods, curly brown hair falling into his eyes. He looks out the window of your trailer, and once he knows the coast is clear, he leaves. You adjust the pillows on your couch where you and Matthew literally just did it.

This is so crazy. Never in a million years did you think you'd be in this position. You just had sex with the man who’s been the very person who pisses you off the post for months.

You hang Delilah's clothes up. You get out of your trailer, not talking to anyone as you head to your car and go home. You groan loudly as you grip onto the steering wheel.

fifteen

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paup505 · 1 year

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guys please I need some good imagines/fanfics about matthew gray gubler 😫

#matthew gray gubler #spencer reid #matthew grey gubler imagine #matthew gray gubler x reader #spencer reid x reader #smut

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lupus-praetor · 1 year

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|Spencer Reid|

#Criminal Minds #Spencer Reid #matthew grey gubler imagine

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marslikesediting · 1 year

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My favorite boy

#mgg #matthew #matthew grey gubler imagine #spencer reid

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carlslactationstation · 1 year

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somebody with graphic design skills better than me merge these photos to create the perfect man

matthew gray goobler

#matthew grey gubler imagine #matthew gray gubler #goob #im begging you #please #i need it #goobler #fyp #gay

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luvdella · 5 months

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Just thinking about things like how Spencer listens to artists like Metallica based off of how in the first episode he instantly knew enter sandman would connect with the man so here’s my playlist on what I think Spence would listen to

Let me know what else you think would work and I’ll make a playlist for it 😽😽🌷😭

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h0nology · 1 year

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what your camera roll would look like dating matthew ♡

first post! let’s start it off simple!

#spencer reid #mgg x reader #mgg pics #mgg x you #mgg fanfiction #matthew gray gubler #matthew grey gubler imagine #your camera roll #criminal minds #reid

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mggsv · 11 months

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The Window Seat

dancer!gn reader x mgg (18+)

summary: reader has an 7 hour flight next to a familiar face they just can’t stop eyeing every minute or so..

Warnings : smut, somnophilia, reader is afab

It was 6:45 am, your flight was an early one- you’d be asleep right now, but it was time to go. New York had been fun, you’d been there on a dancer exchange with your dance company. You surely left an impact on them as well, dancing for Julliard was a task off your bucket list. It was amazing, but London was your home. However, being able to go see Harry Styles live in concert the very next day made your week even better. You got to your room very late that night and barely had time for a shower the very morning- this morning. Not only that, your shirt got caught up in your labret piercing which cause a slight set back into your morning. You were upset, and refused to eat something until you made it to the airport.

As your stomach growled slightly, you loaded the flight with your one suit case, still suited in your pajama shorts and Def Leopard tshirt. Your curly fiery red colored hair was tucked into a ponytail with the acception of a few strands fanning along your face like bangs. You grabbed a cozy blanket you brought along , as well as your headphones (with your offline music ready to play) and your laptop. You had the window seat, your favorite. Being by the window was comforting since you hated being close to the isle, people touching you every so often was not something you liked. As more people boarded the flight you eyed the group ever so often, you were a very cautious person, your anxiety spiked at random times.

Convincing yourself it’ll be alright, you settled in comfortably. It was now 6:55, the flight was leaving in a bit. The seat next to you dipped in slightly, letting you know that your buddy for the next 7 hours had arrived. You glanced over slightly, pausing from searching your netflix downloads for Supernatural. You were positive it was a guy- judging by the veiny hands. You took your headphones off as the door to the plane finally shut, and with a sighing breath you listened to the captain speak.

“Nervous?” A voice spoke lowly. You glance over to the man- very gorgeous man- who stared at you with a slight look of concern all the while sporting a smile.

“ mm..no not really. I’d just like to get this over with so i can get back to my bed.” your honey colored eyes stared at the man intently. he looked vaguely familiar- too familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on the matter at all. What you said had made him chuckle out a laugh. His disheveled hair shook just slightly, perfectly, your brain screamed. “I’m guessing you’re from London? I noticed your accent- it’s quite thick.”

“Yes.” you hummed, reaching down in between your lap to pull out the vending machine pack of fruit snacks you’d brought. Your stomach growled hungrily at the bag as it opened. You popped one into your mouth before turning back to the man- who was watching you with amusement. You could see the way his eyes moved around your face, possibly on your septum and labest piercings. They fit your face almost perfectly.

“I was on a dancer exchange trip for Julliard. I do ballet and other forms of dance in london”

“Ahh..” he nodded.

“I’m sorry- have we met somewhere perhaps? You look extremely familiar and it’s bothering me.” You grown up at him, and that only made him laugh.

“Possibly.”

“I’m quite serious, we’ve met haven’t we? Are you an investor by chance?”

“No- this is my first time seeing you-

“but it’s not my first time seeing you. I’m sorry I cut you off that was very rude of me.” you were stuffing your mouth with the strawberry flavored gummies by now. You had a knack for doing so when you were nervous.

“It’s okay! Don’t worry. I’m an actor, Matthew Gray Gubler? Does that ring a bell?”

“Not at all.”

“Really? You’ve never seen Criminal Minds?”

that made you smile a bit. You’ve heard of the show but you never got around for it.

“I’m more of an SVU kind of person.” Matthew nodded as he popped out another smile. The plane began taking off, and the book- which you’ve just realized he held- opened to a page he supposedly stopped on. You guessed it was the end of your conversation.

Turning away from him you glanced at the city on water getting smaller and smaller. You put your headphones back on and began scrolling back on your laptop for the unwatched episodes of Supernatural.

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an hour and a half into your flight had been comfortable. with your snacks and your headphones you were able to have an easy going ride so far. not knowing where you’d seen matthew still bothered you however. You snuck a glance ever so often.

He read, he listened to music, and he slept. right now he was in a somewhat deep sleep from your view. He had a neck pillow and headphones in his ears. You snorted softly, admiring how cute he looked when he slept. How his hands relaxed yet the veins were still noticeable. You but your lips slightly..he was attractive, and on top of that- apparently famous. You’d have to look him up when you land.

You couldn’t stop staring. He looked so perfect. and he was quiet and still, you could get a perfect look at him. And his hair..you swallowed a moan. pausing the episode on your laptop, you take off your headphones and stand up, suddenly you had to use the bathroom. As you scooted pass Matthew, it didn’t help that your mind was screaming at you to ride him. Your bodies were close, he was warm..sleeping softly. Your shorts felt warm against your sex.

The trip to the bathroom helped however. It made you come to reality: you didn’t know this guy, you think, and the trip wasn’t some wattpad story plot. When you were done, the curtain that covered your seats were down. You move it to the side cautiously to see Matthew wide awake and reading. He looks up and you and smiles,

“Hi there.”

“Hello..” you blink, turning your body at an angle so you could walk back through. “excuse me..” you had muttered, but you were so nervous your legs got a weak feeling in them. You tripped just a bit onto him, your ass landing right in his lap. Gasping you quickly try to move, and also be quiet considering the people on the plane.

“I’m so sorry Matthew- I’m sorry” you whisper out harshly as you scoot over to the window seat. your hands were shaking as you stared down at them nervously. “I’m sorry-

“It’s okay- really. I do have fairly long legs” he patted your shoulder. You felt hot in the face. His hand didn’t move. It rubbed circles and onward to your back in an attempt to soothe you. You breathed shakily. “Is..this okay? Is this working for you?” his hand stopped and you wish it hadn’t. You liked the feeling of his hands on you.

“It’s..alright.” you look over at him only to be met with a slightly red face. He cleared his throat and turned away to go back to his book, his hand still on your back. You couldn’t look away. You’ve seen him somewhere…and now you’ve feel into his lap. His legs..he was so pretty.

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4 hours in drove you mad. You decided to nap, your head lying on the window. You weren’t asleep entirely, just dozing. You and Matthew had a few word exchanges here and there- his hand moving to new spots ever so often. “That feels good.” you had told him when it moved from your back to your thigh. Your position shifted, it made you sleepy, yet the thick pool of arousal never left from between your legs.

As you drifted off into sleep, you felt his hand stop abruptly. “It was 5 years ago..you were just starting out at the dance academy. Fresh out of college.” he spoke, lowly. What..you had thought. His hand trailed higher and your breath quickened. He played with the hem of your shorts. “We were shooting an episode, it never made the cut- scrapped. And you..well, you were just perfect. You moved so beautifully i knew that the next time I’d see you, you’d be a star. I was right.” his hand slipped underneath. You reacted with movement, adjusting your position..spreading your leg just a little.

“I remember saying to myself, “Man, they’re so gorgeous.” and these legs..” He breathed slowly, fingers treading up the side of your underwear, teasing at the hem. “I wanted you- badly. But you were already fucking the director for that solo.” You gasped loudly, feeling his fingers dip into your sex.

“M..Matthew-

his hand came up to cover your mouth.

“Shh..sleep darling.” he whispered, his index finger rubbing your sensitive bud. You wanted to moan, you throbbed for him, and yet you still couldn’t place him there that day- 5 years ago. “It was truly an amazing dance, i know you practiced hard on it. You’d just had surgery too..i know you were in pain, and yet you still pushed.” He spoke in a whisper, his fingers sinking deeper into your heat, your slick pooling around his long fingers. You moaned softly into your blanket, hips beginning to rock slowly with the rhythm he produced. “F..Fuck..Oh-God” you babbled quietly behind his hand, whimpering softly when the fingers sunk deeper into you. You felt him press and prod at places you’ve never reached before. “I wonder if the director felt that way about you? Did he really want you as badly as I?” he huffed. “Truly, everyone there was red to fuck the next best thing walking through the door- but who was I? Just an actor there on business.” He scoffed.

he worked slow. fingers toying with you, you were panting heavily. You could feel that oh so familiar pool warming in your stomach, and with an aching moan your hips twitched. So close…“please-

your voice called out to him, draped in sleep.

“Please what?” you could hear the smirk on his face. “You still don’t remember..” he mutters. the heat between your legs suddenly cooled, Matthew withdrew his fingers. You could hear a slight sucking noise as he leaned in closer to your neck. his breath fanned over your ear as he bit down gently. “My little ballerina.”

#spencer reid x reader smut #matthew grey gubler imagine #matthew gray gubler x reader #gn reader #mgg x you #mgg x reader #mgg smut #mile high club #gender neutral reader #mgg

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fandom-imagines-stories · 1 year

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The In-Betweens Season Two Sneak Peek

I know you guys have been waiting patiently and I"m sorry that my slump has taken so long! But I think I should get season two up and running (fingers crossed) before the end of the month (ish). I'll try my best, I promise.

But... since you guys have been so amazing and I love you all very dearly, I'm hoping a little scene from the season two premiere will help tide you over!

Again, thank you all so much and, hopefully, I will have episode one out soon!

And without further adieu...

From Season Two Episode One: Months of Moving On

The plane used to be one of his favorite places to think. The hum of the machinery, the anticipation of the case, the energy of determination from the rest of the team. Now, all he wanted to do was get back home.

“Hey, Pretty Boy,” Morgan called. “You mind joining us?”

Reid tore his gaze from the window and gave the team a tight lipped smile. “Sorry.”

He tried to keep his mind focused as the team shared their possible theories about the case, but every thought kept leading back to you. He hated leaving like this, dropping you off at therapy and then disappearing for days at a time. Especially when you were still pretending like everything was fine. You used to open up to him, used to tell him everything, but now you kept everything caged up inside.

And he was afraid of what it’ll do to you when it finally breaks out.

Every minute he wasn’t with you, he worried it would be when you needed him most.

“He’s tactical with every kill which means he’s probably choosing his victims away from his neighborhood,” Reid said. “We’re most likely looking for someone living in the middle to higher class districts of the city.” He seemed almost robotic, just taking in information and spitting it back out.

“Reid, you work on the geographical profile, Morgan and Prentiss talk to the M.E, JJ see what you can learn about the victim’s families, and Dave, you and I will go to the latest crime scenes,” Hotch instructed.

Everyone got to work looking into the case. Hotch took a seat across from Reid.

“Haley called. She picked Y/N up and they’re back at her house,” he said.

Spencer nodded, returning his eyes to the clouds. “That’s good.”

Hotch sighed. “Reid, I know this hasn’t been easy for the two of you. Haley says that Y/N has been doing better. She hasn’t slept-walked in weeks, she’s acclimating to her new job, and she seems to like the therapist you recommended.”

He turned to him, eyes burning with frustration. “What do you think?”

“Reid, I-” Hotch started, taken aback by the younger agent’s intensity.

“Because no offense to Haley, but I think she is seeing what Y/N wants her to see. Y/N is trying to make herself as little of a problem as possible for everyone else’s convenience, even if it means neglecting her health when she is clearly showing signs of PTSD. She isn’t sleep-walking because she isn’t sleeping, she’s using her work to distract her from thinking about what happened, and I have to drive her to therapy to make sure she actually goes. She has yet to open up to her therapist because she doesn’t trust anyone anymore. Y/N could be getting worse, right now, while I’m on a plane to go help strangers when I can’t even help the person I love!”

He inhaled sharply, having forgotten to breathe. Reid’s outburst caught the attention of everyone on the plane and he could feel their concerned eyes on him. He shrank back in his seat.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he gulped. After a round of worried, sympathetic looks, everyone went back to their work. He lowered his voice. “I just really wanted to be with her this week. Especially because tomorrow would have been Tabby Cunningham’s birthday. Her parents used it in one of the crime scenes and I know that she’ll be thinking about it.”

Hotch leaned over to him.

“I’m worried about her too, but I know what happened last time,” he said. Now it were his eyes that picked a spot in the rolling white expanse outside the plane. “If we push her now, she’ll retreat even further and-” He took a deep breath. “Well, you know what she’s struggled with in the past.”

“But if I could just be there for her…” Spencer’s voice was laced with heartbreaking guilt and terror. “Maybe we’ll be okay.”

Hotch noted his plural use, but decided not to press further.

He wished he could tell Reid that everything would be okay, that you were strong and that you’d dealt with this all before, but truthfully, Aaron was just as scared as he was. His whole being ached to help you, but he knew that if they both left work that you would have one more thing you blamed yourself for.

Still, not doing anything was killing him.

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