#postprison!spencer
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New fic in progress
When you start off writing post-prison dom!Spencer Reid smut, but it turns into heartbreaking traumatized Spencer fluff.
How it started:
“No holding back. Go as hard as you need to.”Spencer’s eyes are wild and desperate, but yet again he hesitates. “Use. Me. Use me to forget.”
vs How it’s going:
“I…You don’t know what I had to do in there.”
“I know you, Spencer.”
“No, you don’t. You can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.” Now tears are spilling over his cheeks.
“You’re the one that told me that people change over time, but at our core we essentially stay the same.”
“Well, technically,” He can’t help himself from starting to share a random statistic. Which is something that you love to see him do. “While some personality traits are relatively stable over…” He trails off and looks down at his lap.
You smile softly and lean into him. Nuzzling into the side of his neck. “You’re a good man Spencer. You always have been and always will be.”
#spencer reid x reader#dom!spencer#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fluff#work in progress#postprison!spencer#fic wip#fluffy smut
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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY
—> spencer reid
coming soon…
Fortnight…
-in which your unlawful affair with fbi agent spencer reid must come to an end, instead, a revelation is made.
The Tortured Poets Department…
-despite your complicated relationship with spencer reid, you need him, and you know he needs you.
My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
-in which you dismiss all the warnings from your friends, but who could deny spencer reid when his eyes light up every time he sees you, like a new toy.
Down Bad
-in which passion takes a form of frustration when you can’t have what you want, the object of your adoration being spencer reid.
So Long, London
-a withering relationship you can’t stop from fading which you decide shall come to an end.
But Daddy I Love Him
-your parents worries of you becoming an fbi agent increase when they find out who your heart desires.
Fresh Out The Slammer
-a night in prison bring out a realization about who’s arms you wanted to run into, fresh out the slammer.
Guilty as Sin?
-fantasies in your head start manifesting and interrupting your life, and spencer reid can tell.
Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?
-your rivalry with dr. spencer reid reaches a near end when he takes it too far (burntout!reader).
I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)
-you try and trick yourself into thinking a relationship with spencer reid won’t crash and burn…but what if it doesn’t? (postprison!reid).
loml
-you thought it was perfect, everything with spencer reid was new and familiar at the same time. what are you supposed to do when it ends?
I Can Do It With A Broken Heart
-profiler spencer reid can see behind your big bright eyes and witty remarks, yearningto know where your mind goes when you’re alone, when you’re not surrounded by people.
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
-in an unfortunate series of events, spencer reid betrays you. he threw everything away, and for what? you decide to see him one last time.
The Alchemy
-in which the undeniable chemistry between you and spencer doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone.
Clara Bow
-…?
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summary pending…
The Black Dog
imgonnagetyouback
The Albatross
Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus
How Did It End?
So High School
I Hate It Here
thanK you aIMee
I Look in People's Windows
The Prophecy
Cassandra
Peter
The Bolter
Robin
The Manuscript
a/n: if anyone has any ideas for any of these fics, please share! this is long asf ik but just bare with me. also took “florida!!!” of cause i had no idea what to write for that one
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୨୧ — explicit; s.r
postprison!reid x singer!reader
“so.. what do you think?” you say, pressing pause on the audio file hoping for some positive feedback
“it’s um.. it’s definitely explicit.” he says, clearly still not used to whenever you make a more sexual song.
“is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you ask, not getting a clear answer from him the first time.
ever since you and spencer got together, it had always been a nerve-racking experience showing him the more sexual songs simply because you don’t know if one day he’ll say that it’s too much.
“a very good thing. despite the lyrics too, the beat’s really good. i think i could break it down.” he says, smiling and heading over to where you were sitting.
“okay, good. you know i wouldn’t release it if you of all people didn’t like it.” he always did that. trying to break down all the beats of your songs and looking at the sheet music for it, sometimes even learning them on the piano to impress you.
“hey, can you write a cute song about me next?” he says, laying his head in your lap looking up at you with a smile.
“of course.”
my first blurb :’) so so so sry if my writing is shit, i haven’t written anything more than headcanons in forever lol. hope u liked !
#swtnrcmnt ۵#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid x famous!reader#spencer reid x singer!reader#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid blurb#spencer read x fem!reader
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i want to write a one shot to warm up my writing skills again. i have a series incoming, some kinktober and i want to do one of these one shots. i have a bunch of other ideas but between these two, i need help deciding :]
WEIRD TASTE - spencer and reader have disliked each other since the moment she walked into the bau as a new member and after a night at the bar with the team, the two find themselves stuck and confused with their feelings. (fem!reader, postprison!spencer, enemies to lovers, sexual content)
THE BAND - reader shows spencer how much she likes his haircut after he shows up at her apartment and the team suspects she already knew about it the next morning. (fem!reader, sexual content)
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid one shot#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#cm x reader#spencer reid fanfiction#criminal minds one shot#matthew gray gubler
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trying to think about how they get together. bcuz i need more fics tagged with getting together on ao3. i love you established relationship snd pre-slash but obliviously obviously whipped, but i need to know.
is it as soon as they see each other??? their eyes met for the first time and there was already a Spark. i know that. do they sneak off into a closet somewhere. do they try to let it ease in??? spencer looks at hotch a little too long and thats fine, but hotch staring back oh no no. they try to keep professional boundaries and attempt to be yk. maybe a gideon and spencer dynamic but they just cant bcuz they cant help but want more and they have less experience than their older selves aged by several kidnappings and divorce, so they don't know what to do with their feelings. hotch def wouldn't cheat on haley but i think he'd overcompensate by trying to be around at the house more, avoiding spencer, and then it just hits him. it isnt enough and it wont ever be. it helps that it isnt enough for her either (i hc haley as lesbian and hotch as bi with a strong repressed preference for men) so perhaps they end their marriage mutually and on good terms.
who would make the first move in that case? hotch would probably refrain. spencer was so young and innocent back then (at least in comparison to yk. later seasons rugged postprison) but yeah there has to be a sort of spicy???? secretly chaotic part to him yk. maybe he'd just drag hotch into a corner by his tie and kiss him after firearm practice or smthn.
hotch, overwhelmed by how many Feelings spawn from that, just stands there like an NPC with a pokerface. spencer knows the boss likes him back tho so he just laughs, he's seen it shown by how understood he is by hotch and hotch is more of an acts of service and words of affirmations kind of guy he couldn't have expected that -- but spencer loves the way he's holding on tightly to like he never wants to let go.
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i have a thought with postprison!reid. after spending three months in prison he is finally home and you can’t believe it.
getting adjusted to a life without spencer had been hard: no human heater to warm you up in bed, no walking wikipedia to entertain you with random fact and more than anything, no more emotional support genius.
so those month have been hard, but no more then spencer’s. you can see the sleepless hours in his eyes and his trauma in the difficulty on keeping eye contact — with anybody.
when you offer to wash his hair, he is skeptical. you wonder about his hesitation: maybe he doesn’t want to show you his wounds, maybe he need to get used to being with you again, maybe just needs to stay alone for a few minutes. but he easily agrees.
as he feels your hand throw his hair to rub his scalp, he looses it. you see his shoulder low-key shake and then you can here him softly sniff up with his nose. you pull him closer to you and leave a soft kiss on his forehead.
now you understood: he was scared to loose his cool in front of you.
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i want to be soft dommed by postprison!reid, like constant praise, edging, overstimulation because he can't get over how much he loves hearing your sweet moans, like he needs to be in control because if everything that happened, but hes so soft about it and is praising your beauty, and it ends with cuddling 🥺🥺
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Beg ∣ Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
A/N: Hi, friends! This is my first time writing a fanfic piece, so of course it had to be for my love, Dr. Spencer Reid! This literally started out as a blurb in the notes app in my phone of maybe.... one line of dialogue?
Also, I am ready and willing to receive feedback! Please enjoy!
If this opening scene was in a movie, the opening lines of Me & Mr. Jones by Amy Winehouse would be playing.
Nobody stands
In between me and my man
Me and Mr. Jones
(Me and Mr. Jones)
What kind of fuckery is this?
Category: Smut (and some cuteness at the end)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Cursing, Dom!Spencer, PostPrison!Spencer, bondage, unprotected penetrative sex, con/non con, safe word mention (not used, just mentioned), mention of overstimulation, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, indication of sub-drop? (then after care).
Word count: 3.0k
Prison had changed Spencer. Obviously. Your once timid, tightly wound, germaphobe genius was now eerily patient, quicker to react, and able to eat in group settings with less hesitation. He was also more dominant with you in and out of the bedroom- just more assertive in general. Even his coworkers at the BAU mentioned his demeanor had changed when working on cases.
You had assumed it was due to him not feeling in control for those months he was property of the prison, and needing to exert his control in other aspects once he could eat and sleep on his own schedule.
Before Spencer had gone away, your sex life was great- he was always sweet and attentive but rough when he needed to be. It was a mirror of his personality.
Though you’d never know the extent of what happened in those concrete walls- and you’d never actually say this to Spencer- you weren’t terribly upset about the changes that resulted in the man who came out on the other end.
This man was more primally need-driven, more calloused and hungry than the Spencer you knew before. His words became fewer while his actions spoke volumes. He devoured you like you were his last meal on earth every time his hands were on you, like he was afraid this time might be the last time you two would be together.
His hands were more strong and confident with his touches, his mouth and movements more sure. Gone were the hesitant questions asked by fingers skimmed lightly over skin, and here to stay were imprints left from sure grips, unafraid to show signs of possession.
His hunger and drive, these new deeper and darker urges had also allowed you to come out of your sex-shell. You weren’t afraid to ask for things that you feared my have intimidated Spencer before. There wasn’t anything you couldn’t ask for and nothing he wouldn’t do to you, for you. Did it make sense to trust him more now that he’d gone to prison?
You knew his newfound desires could be a sense of shame for him, but you wouldn’t let them be. If anything, you wanted him to be the one he explored them with more than anything.
You rose to the challenge and arrived on the other side victorious- usually in a sweaty heap of bliss.
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Murder in your eyes, you watched him cross the room to fasten your wrist in the restraint dangling from the bedpost.
Once he was satisfied you wouldn’t be able to move from your slightly spread eagle position, he rounded the corner back to the foot of the bed, leaning forward to place his palms on the soft duvet, just staring.
“Comfortable?” he asked nonchalantly, like he was asking about the fucking weather.
You tried to lunge forward, but the restraints at your wrists quickly snapped you back, reminding you of what a not great idea that was. The fabric stuffed in your mouth as a makeshift gag caught most of the profanities you spat at him and turned them into nonsense.
He chuckled and shook his head, “Glad to hear it.”
You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the rise and fall of your chest quickening as you realized the gravity of the situation- you really couldn’t get out of these restraints. And you really weren’t sure if you wanted to.
“Do you know why I like when you’re tied up?”
Attempting to keep your face as stoic as possible, you offered no reaction and turned your head away from him, opting to look at the artwork on the wall instead.
“Because when you’re tied up, you can’t get in my way of taking what I want.” His voice was level and low, speaking matter of factly.
At this statement, you couldn’t help but throw him an incredulous look and an over-the-top eye roll.
“And you can’t stop me from fucking you and making you cum as many times as it takes to break you,” he continued.
The idea of that kind of delirious pleasure instantly caused a pool of heat to flood your lower belly, spreading through your veins.
He made his way around to the side of the bed, watching your face with a thoughtful expression.
His hand caressed the side of your face, cupping your cheek before forming a strong grip on your jaw. You tried keeping your face turned away, but were quickly humbled by the sharp turn of his wrist.
Your eyes searched his, trying to determine how much truth there was in his statements.
“Do you remember your safe words?” he asked softly.
You nod, flexing your wrists against their restraints, and mumble around the fabric in your mouth. “Yeyow ng wed” you sighed, feigning annoyance.
“Good. And if your mouth is full?” he prompted.
You rolled your eyes, crossing your fingers for ‘yellow’ and snapping them for ‘red’.
He hummed and left his position at your side and returned to the foot of the bed, content with your answers.
He crawled up on the bed and pulled your legs towards opposite sides of the bed with enough room between them for him to sit on his knees.
You watched as he brought a hitachi wand from behind his back and place it in your line of sight. Your eyes narrowed, trying to unravel his plan.
Suddenly his words made a lot more sense- You can’t get in the way. Make you cum as many times as I want.
His finger traced the line between your clit and quickly dampening entrance, teasing with the lightest amount of pressure.
Your hips involuntarily made almost indiscernible movements to increase the friction, but with each movement, he would stop his ministrations and scold you with a ‘tsk tsk’.
His thumb found its way to your clit, drawing slow languid circles through the thin fabric. You tried your best to appear unbothered, but the fabric in your mouth wasn’t doing enough to stifle the whimpers slipping from your throat.
“I bet if I checked right now, you’d be a wet fucking mess. Is that right?”
Even though you’d been betrayed by your body, you opted to test your luck with shaking your head no.
“Hmmmm, see, I don’t think that’s quite right.”
His hands found their way to the edges of your panties and dragged them down your hips, thighs, knees and eventually off your body.
Suddenly feeling very exposed, you pressed your knees together in an attempt to salvage your remaining dignity- well, what was left, after being bound to a fucking bed.
He shook his head and placed a hand on each knee and forced them apart, staring at the apex of your thighs. His tongue poked out and made a quick sweep of his lower lip.
You knew, you just fucking knew you were in fact a wet mess, despite your best efforts to resist being turned on by the nonchalant, condescending, cocky fucking asshole he was being.
He half smiled and chuckled, looking back up at your face.
“Oh baby, was I right.” With that, he took a single finger and collected evidence of your arousal and brought it up to your eye level as proof.
Without breaking eye contact, he popped the finger into his mouth, making a show of swirling his tongue around it, hollowing his cheeks, and slowly pulling it out of his mouth with a slight moan.
Your eyes narrowed, a mixture of humiliation and raw attraction driving a fire to ignite and course through your veins.
“God, you taste so fucking good.” he said slowly, emphasizing each word.
Quickly returning his hand between your thighs, he dipped inside for a moment with one finger before adding another.
The intrusion was dreadfully delicious, your hips bucking in an attempt to ride his fingers. An involuntary moan escaped your throat, muffled by the gag.
Spencer started lazily thrusting into you, curling his fingers to meet just the right spot every time. The slow pace was agonizing- your head falling back, begging the gods above for him to grant you some sort of mercy.
Your head fell forward with a drawn out groan. Every time you tried to created more speed or friction, he would slow down or stop completely.
You let out a frustrated whine, knitting your brows together to convey your displeasure with the pace he’d chosen.
Without warning, Spencer ’s fingers started plunging into you at a brutal pace, eliciting a surprised squeak and heavy pants from your lips.
The muscles in your core tightened, your wrists pulling against the restraints as the breathy pants became moans of anticipation.
The slow burn in your core continued to build, rushing to beat him before he decided to stop again.Your walls began convulsing around his fingers, indicating your impending orgasm.
Then, just as quickly as his fingers were there, they weren’t. Your eyes shot open, immediately searching for his.
“Oh, did you think I was going to let you cum that easily?”
If looks could kill, he’d be one dead motherfucker.
“I don’t think you deserve to cum yet, baby. I don’t think you want it bad enough”
Spencer’s other hand came to rest just above your mound, applying pressure on your lower belly while his thumb started circling your clit once more.
Between the deep pressure, stimulation on your clit and his relentless fingers fucking you blind, you were about to explode. Silent sobs left your chest, no air in your lungs made for a hard time breathing.
“I want to hear you beg me to fuck you” he said, his voice low and dark.
Reaching up, he removed the fabric from your mouth, tossing it to the side.
“Beg.”
“Fuck you,” you spat. Knuckle deep or not, there was no way you were giving in to him.
Arching an eyebrow he shook his head, reaching to his side, pulling something white into the space between his knees.
Your eyes widened at the hitachi wand in front of him, then darted to his face in an attempt to find any indication of his intention.
He climbed off the bed to remove his pajama pants. From your compromised position you had the perfect eye line to watch his dick strain against the waistband of his pants before springing free.
Your bottom lip found itself between your teeth as a means of controlling the drool pooling in your mouth. Spencer’s laugh drew your eyes up his body until your eyes met.
Pumping his fist a few times over his already hard cock, he climbed back onto the bed and towards you, gathering some of your wetness with the tip of his cock before positioning himself to enter you.
Before he moved, a wicked grin flashed across his face as he reached for the wand and turned it on to its first setting, pressing it gently to the top of the hood of your clit. The introduction of the direct stimulation on your clit made every muscle in your body tense, white hot adrenaline coursing through your veins.
His thumb guided him to realign with your entrance, and he wasted no time with teasing. He quickly sheathed himself inside of you, now pressing the wand’s vibrations head deeper into your folds.
God you wanted to fucking scream, but all that came out was a whorish moan. Your hands instinctively made a move to remove the source of the overstimulation, but were quickly reminded that wouldn’t be possible by the strain against your wrists.
Your walls tightened around him, encouraging him to bottom out with each thrust. His aggression and moans mixed with curses let you know he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
“Should I let you cum too?”
His relentless thrusts did not show signs of slowing, and his clenched jaw and flared nostrils made him look, well... criminal.
A quick flick of his wrist caused the wand to hit a sweet spot- eliciting a squeal. He pressed the buzzing head harder against the spot, wiggling it ever so slightly. Your hands formed fists as your head thrashed to the side, craning your neck- your breath hitched and came in short, shallow breaths as your body prepared to be pushed over the edge into bliss.
That was, until Spencer removed the wand from its promising position, tossing it onto the bed beside your leg. The sound of buzzing against the sheets was dull in the background as your head swam at the loss.
In a swift motion, his arms hooked under your knees and pulled your bottom closer to the edge of the bed as far as your wrist restraints would let you. A surprised squeak left your lips as his hands positioned your ankles by his ears.
This new position allowed him deeper access, hitting your cervix with each thrust. This new sensation caused your head to fall back against the pillow and eyes to squeeze shut.
Quickly grabbing the wand from beside him, he matched the movement of the wand with the patterns of his thrusts, making it difficult to tell where the pleasure started and ended.
“Please please please I want to so bad,” you begged, “Oh my god, please!”
“Hmmm, want to or need to?” he asked quickly, chasing his own orgasm.
“FUCK, need! I need to! Please I need to cum, please Spencer!”
“Cum.” It was one word, but enough to be your undoing.
Your walls clenched around him as your hips buckled against the head of the wand.
Your heels dug into his shoulders beneath you, arching your back off the sheets as he buried himself deeper into you.
Air burned your lungs as they tried to force enough oxygen in between pants, a moan ripping the rest of the air from your chest. The waves crashed into you, over and over making up for lost time.
Fire raced through your veins, curling your toes and causing your hands to form shaking fists in their tethered positions. You cried out senselessly for him to stop.
“Good girl,” he cooed. “One more.”
You shook your head vigorously, unable to even able to wrap your head around cumming again.
“Yes,” he said. There was no room or invitation for argument.
Voiceless pants left your throat, your mouth dry from gasping for air.
Your eyes begged Spencer to give you just a moment to breathe, which he promptly ignored.
Setting the wand to its next highest setting, Spencer’s thrusts found a faster pace.
His name came out between mangled moans and broken sobs.
“Cum for me baby, come on,” he forced out between clenched teeth. You knew he had to be close too.
Your second orgasm tacked on to the tail end of the first and possessed your body with more power than you thought possible. The vibrations racked through your body leaving flames in its wake until you couldn’t register your body as your own anymore.
The feeling of Spencer throbbing inside of you, emptying himself only added to the pleasure, your walls continuing to milk him.
Involuntary sobs escaped your lips as you came down, Spencer’s thrusts slowing, the wand returned to its lowest setting-allowing you to ride the rest of your wave down to planet Earth.
Watching your chest heave, gasping for more air, he removed the wand from your clit and slowly withdrew himself from you.
Sweat glistened on your forehead, your cheeks flushed and hair disheveled, now dripping a mixture of your releases.
“God you’re so fucking beautiful” he murmured, kissing the inside of your calf before gently removing your ankles from his shoulders and placing them on the bed.
After a few moments, an overwhelming wave of emotion crashed over your body causing tears to spring to your eyes. Your lip quivered, but you bit it between your teeth in an attempt to collect yourself.
“Shh shh shh,” he said, quickly undoing the restraints at your wrists and pulling a blanket from the foot of the bed around you. He sat on the bed and pulled you into his chest, his legs around your body with your legs thrown over one of his, gently rocking the both of you.
“You did so good, baby. So good,” he said kissing the top of your head.
You didn’t have any witty or snarky remarks for him. The hot tears slid down your cheeks as you pulled the edges of the blanket tighter around your body.
His hand rubbed big, soothing circles into your back while he tucked your head under his chin.
You pushed the blanket off your shoulders, needing to be closer to him than you currently were. He watched you turn and straddle his waist, wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck- grabbing your opposite elbows to bury your face in his neck.
He let you settle before wrapping his arms around your back, hugging you closer to his chest.
“I’m so proud of you,” he said matter of factly between dropping kisses on the top of your head.
You hummed in response, too tired for real words.
He held you for a few more minutes, rubbing your back with small circles and offering praise.
“Do you want to take a now bath, baby?”
You grumbled a sound of protest into his neck and felt his body shake with a laugh.
You always wanted to take a bath, baths with Spencer were your favorite thing. But at this moment you were blissfully content and unwilling to move.
He pulled you two apart for a moment to look at your face. Brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear, he inspected your face for any residual tears.
Your eyes met his and found a softness in his eyes you didn’t think was possible from the man who had just teased, edged and fucked you so thoroughly.
“Five more minutes,” he conceded, kissing your forehead.
You nodded and nestled back into your spot, pressing your lips into the side of his neck.
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#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#Spencer reid#Spencer Reid imagine#Spencer Reid smut#Spencer Reid x reader#spencer reid x you#criminal minds smut#Spencer Reid x fem! reader#my writing
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spencer reid
➸ wings of an angel (fem!reader)
when the team attends a halloween party, spencer is in awe of reader's costume and can't help but fall in love with how it mirrors her.
➸ golden glow (fem!reader, sexual content)
after reader commits inappropriate actions with spencer at the hotel during a case, the team is called back to the precinct and while working on the profile after catching a break, they realize what the glow on her face is from.
➸ sweet sunshine (fem!reader, postprison!reid)
reader shows spencer what it's like to feel again after he gets out of prison with complete numbness.
➸ long time coming (fem!reader, slight age gap)
after reader saved spencer from the flagpole at their high school years ago, she and spencer meet again at the bau.
➸ fearing the fearless (fem!reader)
reader isn't scared of anything unless it has to do with losing spencer, which an unsub realizes and holds against her in the active case.
➸ just the complicated type (fem!reader)
bringing drunk reader home has complicated things for spencer during a case the next day when he thinks she doesn't remember what happened.
➸ crystal clear (fem!reader, sexual content)
the team goes to a vegas club after closing the case and encourages spencer to walk over to reader who has been shyly eyeing him all night.
➸ the band (fem!reader, sexual content)
reader shows spencer how much she likes his haircut after he shows up at her apartment and the team suspects she already knew about it the next morning.
➸ sweater weather (fem!reader)
reader walks into the bau's bullpen wearing a sweater she stole from spencer and doesn't realize the mistake until it's too late.
➸ look that way, vegas (fem!reader, implied age gap, sexual content)
after a case is closed, spencer offers to be a guest speaker in a vegas college class where he meets reader who is interested in more than just his knowledge.
➸ always been you (fem!reader, enemies to lovers)
spencer and reader have been frenemies for months now, neither wanting to back down until a scary moment during a case shakes them out of it.
➸ weird taste (fem!reader, postprison!spencer, enemies to lovers, sexual content)
spencer and reader have disliked each other since the moment she walked into the bau as a new member and after a night at the bar with the team, the two find themselves stuck and confused.
➸ forget me... or not (fem!reader)
the bau is working on a case that involves the placement of forget-me-nots left on the body of each crime scene and when reader receives the flowers on her doorstep, the team, especially spencer, is worried about her safety.
➸ through hell and back (fem!reader) warning: some content may be triggering regarding the scenes of reader getting beaten up.
after reader is kidnapped, the unsub videotapes the torture inflicted and gets her to admit a lie she's kept from a member of the team.
➸ misery loves company (fem!unsub!reader, angsty with a twisted fluff ending)
after spencer finds out reader is an unsub, he tries to protect her, despite the irony of his job profession while having his heart broken into tiny pieces in the process.
matthew gray gubler
➸ heart-shaped cuts (fem!reader, implied age gap, sexual content)
sharing some sugar with each other had never been easier until matthew had to leave and film criminal minds again, causing surprise for both he and reader after realizing the pain was their hearts growing fonder in the absence of each other's presence.
➸ explicitly daring (fem!actress!reader, implied age gap, sexual content)
a sex scene with the matthew gray gubler wasn't really something reader had thought out until it came time to filming it.
➸ dreaming (fem!actress!reader)
in which the cast of criminal minds knows who matthew's celebrity crush is and when reader joins the cast, everything gets out of hand — including feelings.
➸ instant connection (fem!reader)
halloween parties are matthew's scene but reader takes over his interest instead when he becomes infatuated with her existence.
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okay but. post prison or even post season 15 Spencer 🥺 I love him he deserves the whole world. the song black beauty by lana del rey makes me think of him
omg yes so true! i absolutely love postprison!spence, and you’re so right he deserves SO much love 🥺🥺
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Could you do a postprison!spencer x reader where he just got out of prison and it’s their first night back together, and they make love? like something really passionate & intimate because they missed each other so much, maybe even crying on both ends? Thank you!!
a b s o l u t e l y.
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making love with postprison!spencer after you two not seeing eachother for months
it’s in my requests <333
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