#matthewgraygubler

[forthegoob]

The shirt ? Sir, you need to take that suit jacket off.

[discotitsposts]

i want to live in his armpit

[reidsdimples]

I need to be spayed

[foxy-eva]

Matthew Gray Gubler as Wes in Dollface

[imagining-in-the-margins]

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

Spencer Reid picture-perfect.

Spencer Reid had no idea when he came home from a long case that his new neighbor would be the love of his life. And together they would create the picture-perfect life.

A four-part series.

18+

Fluff. Smut. The Criminal Minds team being the Criminal Minds team. Love story.

Part 1 picture- Perfect Hello.

Part 2. A picture-perfect proposal.

Part 3. Picture perfect wedding.

Part four. Picture perfect life.

[elliesappetite]

New Girlfriend - Jealous Jealous Jealous Girl

pairing: spencer reid x reader 

summary: there’s a part of you that believes that dr spencer reid has a secret girlfriend, according to JJ he does. He’s your best friend, and surely he would’ve told you if that’s the case, but you don’t want to believe it, as you have always had feelings for the doctor for as long as you can remember, you feel envious of this mystery girl, but you don’t want to get in the way and lose the friendship to. 

genre: romance, no smut (perhaps?)

warnings: slow burn, angst in general, some fluff, (can’t think of any more at this point in time), there is mentions of y/n.

part two here

You were currently out with JJ and Morgan, looking at clothes while the employee is out the back grabbing names for us to know who the suspect is. Everything are things Spencer would wear, from the dorky shirts and the dorky jackets, you smile. You smile at the thought of him. 

As if she read your mind, JJ comments about the clothes being Spencer’s style, Morgan chuckles, and you chuckle to. 

“Hey do you know why Reid’s been acting all strange lately?” Morgan asks, “should I be concerned? I mean he’s always out doing something.” He shrugs as he continues to look around the store. “I’m pretty sure it’s a secret girlfriend.” 

You stop what you were doing and snapped your head to look at JJ, “girlfriend? Why do you think that?” You asked, hoping that it’s something else and not a girlfriend. You would’ve known...right? You’re best friends, you’re closer then Morgan and Garcia, and that’s saying something. 

“I was talking to Blake about it before we left, she has a high chance it’s a ‘phone booth girl’. Probably explains why he’s out so often, plus Blake told me he talks about her from time to time.” Neither Morgan nor JJ notice the sad look on your face, as you fiddle with your fingers, unsure whether you should excuse yourself. 

“I’ve got a list of everyone who’s called and/or visited in the past couple months.” The employee comes out, thankfully to pull you out of your thoughts. 

“Thanks sir, we appreciate it.” Morgan grabs the lists as the three of you start to head to the exit. 

“Y/n, you okay?” JJ asks, you nod, not wanting to speak, afraid your voice will betray you. “Okay, well if you need to speak to someone, I’m here.” She smiles to which you return. 

You’re at the police station where the team is stationed, you’re still thinking about him, if he really has a secret girlfriend that Blake and JJ are talking about. You shake your head, trying hard not to think about it, when suddenly you overhear Alex taking to Spencer, unable to resist you get close to where they were talking without being seen. 

“Is everything okay?” You heard Alex ask. “Yeah I'm fine, just trying to do my work but I couldn’t concentrate out there so I came in here.” She nods.

“I mean is everything okay with the ‘phone booth girl’.” Your heart clenches at the sound of her “name”. “We went out to go to dinner last night.” dinner? You thought. so he has a girlfriend? Or at least wants her to be his girlfriend. You internally sigh, not wanting them to hear as you walk away, not bearing to hear anymore. 

“So it was a date?” Alex smirks at the Spencer Reid on a date with a mystery girl. 

Spencer shook his head. “No, nothing of that sorts, I’m not even romantically attracted to her, she’s pretty yes, but she’s not y/n.” He looks at the doorway, wanting y/n to be there, but knowing she’s also busy with the case. 

“So this mystery phone booth girl isn’t your type?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Maeve, her name is Maeve. Better to give her an actual name then phone booth girl”. He comments. “But however, I know Maeve likes me, she attempts to flirt with me”. He shrugs. 

“Then why don’t you say something to y/n?”

“Because I’m scared of losing the friendship I have with her.”

Alex crouches to his level, as Spencer is confused. “Y/n loves you. She absolutely has loved you for a long time now, and I can see it, the way she stares at you, the way she’d rather help you then anyone else. The way you’re always on the number one spot on the list. So go to her and tell her before she slips through your fingers.”

He nods, as he hugs her for the first time, then grabs his stuff and leaves, but before he leaves the rooms, he turns back. “Thank you Alex, for everything.” She smiles to which he returns. 

He’s walking away.

“Go get ‘em loverboy.” She whispers.

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A/N:

I hope you enjoyed it!! If you’re lucky I could do a small second part of the confession. 

[blitzosblog]

Serendipity - S•R

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Rating: 18+

Summary: The team go to New Orleans for a case and Spencer is paired with a local officer, the two end up getting closer to one another than they'd thought. (This is a mini one shot)

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, fingering, oral (male receiving), Semi-public.

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Your back hit the wall as Spencer lips moved against yours quickly, his hand sliding up your shirt, his other making its way down your body.

You both found yourselves in your office, the lights low, shallow breathes and grunts filling the room.

"Is this okay?" He asked as his hand was placed on your stomach.

"God yes" You replied, he smirked down at you, slipping his hand into your underwear, fingers entering you slowly, you moaned lowly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth, he pushed another finger inside you and began pushing at a steady pace.

"Fuck spencer, please go faster" You begged and of course he complied, his fingers moving faster, you gripped his hand as you climax neared, you could feel yourself tightening around his digits.

"Spence-" You began, he picked up his pace, lips now attached to your neck.

"Go on" He whispered to you, you leaned your head back and moaned silently as you hit your high, Spencers fingers slowing down as he helped you through your high, your breathing slowed as you smiled at him.

"Your turn" You said, your hands going to his shoulders pushing him back into the chair behind him, you fell to your knees, eyes locked with his, your hands made their way to his zipper, slowly dragging it down, taking his hardening member into your hands.

"Y/N you don't have to do this" He whispered.

"I want to, just sit back and enjoy" You said smiling before taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue round as you wrapped your hand round the remainder of his length, bobbing your head up and down, Spencer's hand finding its way into your hair, he moaned and bucked into your mouth, you moaned around him, taking him in deeper.

Your hand sped up as Spencer's grunts became louder, his thighs shook slightly, his grip tightened and you knew he was close, your hand moved along with your mouth, tongue sliding up and down his underside, he held you close as he realised into your mouth, you slowly sat back swallowing and looking up at him.

His chest moved up and down quickly, tucking himself back into his pants, you stood, straightening out your clothing.

Spencer stood from the chair, approaching you, he pulled you close as your lips connected with one another again.

"That was amazing" He said as your lips parted, you looked into his eyes as he drew circles on your back.

"Thanks your not so bad yourself."

"I would love to carry this on but I think a first date is in order" He proposed to you, a awkward smile etching its way across his face.

"I would love that Dr Reid, but for now I think we should get back to the team don't you" You replied, he let out a little laugh at your comment, he went back to your door opening it for you, you smiled at him before leaving the office.

The two of you couldn't stop smiling the rest of the day.

[forthegoob]

New name. Because I heard Paget repeat "I'm a coug for the goob" in my mind.

[discotitsposts]

[reidsdimples]

POV: You're Spencer's dom/mistress

Spencer Reid x Reader

18+

Submissive Spencer/ Dominate fem/ begging

"Sit down, Spencer," you demand again. You're pacing back and forth in front of him, his eyes unable to leave you.

You surprised him in his apartment, already dressed in the leather little get up that weakens him. He had a long few days at work, you know that. You know he's tired and stressed. But you also know that's why he needs this, he needs the release that only you can give him. God does it drive you crazy to see him tensing with need, his eyes blown wide, his eyebrows arched in curiously.

His hair is deliciously tousled from a long plane ride and he's shocked you're there. You purposefully ignored him all day just to put him on edge, just to make him squirm, and now you're going to make him beg. He loved to beg for it.

He does as he's told at takes a seat in the wooden chair, his eyes scanning over your exposed legs, ass, and breasts which are being pushed upward by the lingerie. You take the tip of the riding crop and use it to tilt his chin upward so he meets your eyes.

"Were you good while you were away?" You ask him. His brown eyes widen at that and he looks away briefly. "No?" You tilt your head before bringing the riding crop down on his leg, snapping his attention back to you and causing him to jump.

"I- I was good but I needed t..." he trails off when you crouch down in front of him. "Please mistress, I'm sorry," his cheeks are red. He made himself cum without telling you, without your permission.

"Bad boy," you tut. But you love it, you love the thought of him alone in a hotel room stroking his cock and biting down on his whimpers as he makes himself cum. You trace the leather tip of the riding crop down his forearm, across his long fingers, and back up to his neck until goosebumps appear. He's nervous, he doesn't know what you're going to do.

"Please, I- I need you," he whimpers. His perfect mouth forms the word 'please' so prettily, you'll never tire of it. His cock is straining against his pants, his mouth watering.

You bend down in front of him and hover your lips above his, teasingly close. You finally kiss him when his breathing shudders, the need burning him alive. He needs to taste you, to feel you, he desperately needs to come apart at your command.

He mouth melts into yours and it's heady the way his taste goes straight to your head. He reaches up to grab at your waist but you place a hand on his chest and pin him back into the chair. He huffs in frustration.

You palm his cock through his pants suddenly, forcing him to still completely. He tilts his head back when you start rubbing the length of him slowly, your own pussy quivering with need for it. This little game you two play is equally as fulfilling for both of you. You pull his cock free of his pants a step back, he snaps his gaze to you as you take him in- hot and needy and exposed.

"Show me how you made yourself cum, show me just how bad you were, Spencer," you demand and sit on the table in front of him.

He swallows nervously but does as he's told- gripping his cock and pumping it slowly. You spread your legs, your feet on the bench below you, and run your fingers between your pussy lips. His mouth pops open as he takes in the sight of you. You rub circles around your clit through the thong before pushing them to the side to give him a better view.

"Fuck," he groans and picks up his pace. His jaw clenches as he pumps himself harder, faster. You plunge your fingers into yourself, soaking them. He eyes your dripping pussy and licks his lips as he squirms and pumps his hips into his hand.

"Stop," you demand. He does, but not without narrowing his eyes on you. He bites back whatever sassy thing he may have thought to say. "Come here, now."

He doesn't hesitate to close the space between you. He leans on the table, arms on either side of you, eyes digging into you. You love when he becomes more dominate as his need grows. But this is still your game. You shove your wet fingers between his pouty lips and he sucks them in deep, his tongue swirling and lapping up every bit of your arousal with a satisfied moan.

You keep your eyes locked on his and lay back on the table, raising your legs onto his shoulders.

"Fuck me, Spencer," you instruct. His jaw relaxes, his mouth falling open in awe at the sight of you below him.

He grips your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the table, the thong hurriedly removed. He sinks his cock into you, filling you so completely that you moan as he works his way in.

He grips your ankles, hugging your legs as they're wrapped around his neck and thrusts into you. He finds a quick and violent rhythm, pounding into you as you urge him on.

"Fuck yeah, baby just like that," you nod and grab at his tie so he looks at you. "You're such a good boy," you reassure him which only causes him to fuck you harder.

"I'm your good boy," he breathes out as he arches to find that spot inside of you that causing you to cum.

"My good boy," you roll your head back, taking every inch of him as your orgasm builds. He pulls your legs to wrap around his waist, finding an even better angle and begins rubbing your clit.

"Spencer," you moan as you exploded around him, soaking him in your orgasm. He looks down, eyes wide and in shock. You'd cum for him many times but never squirted. He smiles and continues his thrusts into you, more desperate, more sporadic. "You're close, you can cum for me," you give him permission.

His nails dig into your thighs as he whimpers, the sounds of wet flesh slapping together filling the space. It feels so good, too good. His breathy moans and grunts of appreciation intensify as he grips your tits, squeezing and rolling the nipples between his fingers.

"You're doing so good," you moan.

You feel that send him over the edge, his pulsing cock pulling another orgasm out of you with a scream. You tighten around him as he pumps you full of cum, both grinding out almost pained sounds of pleasure. Too good, it feels too good. He shudders and stills, holding himself up on the edge of the table.

Your eyes meet, both of you panting. But the night is just getting started.

[foxy-eva]

Matthew Gray Gubler in the music video for Moonlight by Future Islands

[alloftheimaginess]

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[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

Based on a dream I had last night.

and i can really see him doing this, he is so romantic.