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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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Spencer Reid SFW | Fluff

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Works are separated by genre and gender of the Reader. Gender Neutral means that no gender identifiers are used.

Bedtime Stories on the Jet: Spencer and you share the jet couch.

Drunk Dial: It’s been years since Reader talked to Spencer, but after a bunch of drinks it seems like a really good idea.

Appalachian: Reader is tired of Spencer purposefully pushing their buttons and demands an explanation.

Play Dates: Reader finds out Spencer hasn’t had enough dates to play Best/Worst Date with the team and offers several Play Dates, but quickly realizes it’s hard to have a bad date with Spencer Reid.

It’s Personal: Reader reminds Spencer’s team that it’s never appropriate to ask someone for their age, even if they’re dating their coworker.

Style Theory: Fashion student Reader meets their favorite scholar and teaches him a lesson in self-love.

Quid Pro Quo: Spencer is entranced by the law student in his class.

Pipsqueak: The only thing shorter than Reader is their patience.

Fragile: Disabled!Reader. Spencer has to stay behind on a case and gets to know the new technical analyst.

The Perfect Plan: Reader has a question for Spencer, but things don’t go according to plan.

Kitten Love: Spencer’s vet begrudgingly agrees to an emergency house call.

Pair of Aces: This Pride month, Reader decides to share something with the team.

Battle of the Houses: Reid accidentally gets trapped in a Hogwarts House War with Reader, Jack, and Henry.

Like Father, Like You: Child!Reader. Platonic. In which Spencer’s child comes out as not-straight.

More fics below!

Astraphobia: SSA Reader and Spencer share their most embarrassing fears.

What Goes Up: Spencer breaks the Magician’s code for a very adorable exception.

Different Dialects: Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.

Impromptu: Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.

Soulmates: Spencer comes to a conclusion during a late night with Reader.

Intentions: Spencer’s teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

Studious Shadow: Reader’s crush won’t stop avoiding her at work and she thinks he might hate her.

Painting by Numbers: Spencer is still a little worried about his pregnant wife painting the house.

The Prodigy Path: At a parent teacher conference, Spencer and Reader explain their seemingly unorthodox parenting style.

Fairytales: Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.

Stranger Danger: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

Fever Dream: Reader makes an accidental confession, which starts the most intense game of hide and seek.

Defining Family: Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

Devil’s Advocate: Spencer’s been hooking up with the defense attorney in secret. At some point what was purely physical turned into something else.

Honeysuckle Hair: Spencer has some words to say about Reader’s curly hair.

Four in Hand: Spencer needs help with his tie.

Funny Thing Fate: Autistic!Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help.

Java Jive: Spencer and Emily take a break at the local coffee shop and she makes an understandable mistake about barista Reader and Spencer’s relationship.

Mister Spencer: Reader has a crush on her child’s teacher.

Comme des Garçons: Reader chooses an interesting way to finally confess to dating Spencer.

Pumpkin: Spencer can’t handle how cute Reader’s southern accent is.

Practice Run: Spencer and Reader take on Derek’s challenge to babysit.

Dead Air: Professor Reid is hesitant to be a guest on his old student’s true crime video series, but is surprised to find it’s not so bad.

Serendipitous: Spencer’s pretty sure Penelope mixed up his blind date.

Maddening One, My Goddess: Spencer has a one night stand… on February 13th. The next day, he is confronted with a familiar face on his pre-planned double date.

Growing Pains: Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.

Bi the Way: Morgan learns something very interesting about Reid after he leaves his bag at his significant other’s house.

Pretty Boy: Spencer thinks you’re just the bully who likes to pull his pigtails.

Happy Hydrangea: TransMan!Reader. JJ is corrected in finding out Spencer has had a boyfriend for a while now.

Off the Top: TransMan!Reader.Spencer is driving his boyfriend crazy after his top surgery.

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chiptaylorsfirst · 1 year

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hey! i couldn’t tell easily, so are your requests open? if so (and if you’re comfortable) could i get an mgg smut with reader with nipple piercings? like maybe she gets them as a surprise or one night they go for some kinky shit and he pierces them 😉 anyway if this is okay and you’re interested, i’d greatly appreciate it. also I binged a lot of your smut last night oops 😬

A/N: Sure. My requests are open and I'm very willing to write this.

Word Count: 1,602

Pairing: dom!Matthew Gray Gubler x fem!nipple pierced!Reader

Warning: Smut, restraints, blindfold, use of sex toy, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, titty sucking

Summary: Matthew has been away for a while and you decide to surprise him with a different modification he’s never seen on your body.

You had talked to Matthew multiple times about getting a piercing and how cute you thought it’d look. He agreed, stating that you’d look pretty with anything you got and as long as it was what you wanted, it didn’t matter. What you didn’t tell him was the part of your body that you would get pierced. So, when he told you he had to leave for a few months to act in another state, you took that as your chance to get the nipple piercing you always dreamed of having. The months went by slowly with daily talks and face timing on the phone with him. When the final day came and he was back, you eagerly hugged him.

He kissed you, putting away his bags and jacket. “Were you good while I was gone? You didn’t break my rules, did you.” You shook your head. “Nope, I wanted to be good this time.” You could tell he didn’t believe you and frankly, you didn’t believe it either. You’d think that your sex drive would be through the roof while he was away but it turned slightly nonexistent. You focused yourself on work and cleaning while he was gone, doing your best not to break any of his rules and it surprisingly worked. Now, here you were in his arms, more than ready for anything he had planned.

“Really, babe? You were finally a good girl,” he questioned, his voice condescending towards you. “Yes, I was.” He picked you up and started carrying you to your shared room. “We’ll see,” he muttered. When you were in your room, he threw you on the bed and watched you. “Remove your clothes and touch yourself for me.” You did as he asked, happy to finally be able to show off your surprise to him. You took off your bottoms first, doing it as slow as you could before taking off your shirt then your bra, your nipples exposed to him. He glanced over your form, blinking twice to make sure what he saw was correct. “When did you get them?”

“The day you left was my appointment date.” He walked over to you, his eyes glued to your chest. “Did they hurt?” You nodded. “Yeah, it was worth it though.” “And you didn’t tell me?” You smiled. “I told you I wanted to get a piercing. I got my piercing.” His hand went forward a little, his eyes a shade darker. “Can I,” he asked, his hand inches away from your nipple. “Yeah, they should be healed by now.” He cupped one of your breasts in his hand, toying with your nipple and feeling the metal on his finger. You arched into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his hand playing with you, soft moans escaping your lips.

He smirked as he looked at you, loving the way that you reacted. He soon removed his hands and you unexpectantly whined in response. “Matthew, don’t make me wait any longer please,” you begged. “I’ve been so good and played by your rules. It was so difficult, babe.” “You’ll have to wait just a little longer for me, okay? Can you do that for me?” You pouted in response like a little child but nodded. Matthew knew you were being truthful about not breaking his rules but he was going to push you a little bit further. He stripped down until he was fully exposed before you. You looked over his body multiple times, keeping it in your memory.

You missed this so much, the sight of him naked, the way he’d look at you, his touch on your body, you missed it all. He got in the bed with you, lowering his head all the way down to where you needed him the most. Then, without warning, he started to eat you out as if he’d been starved. There was nothing for you to do except toss and turn from the pleasurable feeling you felt. Your hand went straight down to his hair, tugging and playing with the curly strands.

Just when you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, it all went away, his mouth coming off of you and a smile on his face. “You were a good girl while I was gone. I can tell by how needy you are. You know, good girls not only get to cum but they get whatever they want. What do you want, baby?” You thought for a moment. This would be a grand opportunity for you to be dominant over your boyfriend tonight. Your brain flowed with different ideas and thoughts, each of them similar but somewhat different. You realized that the debating in your mind would continue forever if you didn’t settle on something. So, you thought of what to say and said it. “I want you to surprise me.”

There was a large smirk developing on your boyfriend’s face from the sentence. “You sure, Y/N? I don’t want to do anything you’d dislike.” “You know whatever you give me, I can take,” you responded. That seemed to be enough to convince him as he walked to your dresser and pulled out a certain drawer. He grabbed a couple of things, making sure you didn’t see it. When he finally showed you what was in his hands, you were overwhelmed with need. There was a rope, a vibrator, and a blindfold, all things that Matthew knew you loved using during sex. It was kinky but not over the top, just enough for you to favor.

He tied your wrists, using the rope, pulling at it to make sure it was just right. He then got the vibrator and blindfold, putting them near before getting in bed with you. He started to finger you first, loving how you arched into him. He did wonders, finding all the right places that brought you pleasure. After a few minutes of fingering you, he turned the vibrator on a medium setting, putting it just on your clit. More moans were pulled from you, your head tossing and turning as you felt Matthew’s mouth around one of your breasts, sucking gently. He deepened the vibrator, inserting it inside of you and thrusting it in and out. You cherished the moment, the vibrations inside of you making you squirm slightly. You moaned Matthew’s name again and again, proclaiming your love for him until you came.

He took the vibrator out of you, turned it off, then licked your essence off of it, basking in your taste. He put the vibrator away somewhere for cleaning, grabbing the blindfold and placing it around your head. He tied it around you then made sure you couldn’t see anything. He then got on top of you, softly, making sure he didn’t crush you with the weight of his body. You felt his lips against yours, kissing him back almost immediately, adjusting to the fact that you couldn’t see. You no longer felt his lips against yours, feeling him move away. You wondered what he was doing and if he left you entirely, then you felt the head of his cock on the outside of your opening and excitement rushed over you. He slid himself fully inside, not bothering to allow you to adjust from how wet you were.

He wrapped your legs around his waist as he started fucking you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in your room. He focused himself on your breasts as he fucked you, loving the piercings you had and kneading a nipple in his hand. He knew that part of you was overly sensitive and shock waves went throughout your entire body at the feeling. You felt his warm mouth and tongue playing with the other, making you more and more responsive. “Babe, you feel so good,” he groaned out, feeling your warm walls clench around him and trying his best not to cum early.

He always waited until you came first then he’d get his release. He saw it as a way of expressing his love to you in a deeper way. You could hear his pleasure without seeing his face. He became more vocal as did you, your voice louder than his. You focused your ears on the sounds he made, loving the noises from him. You always enjoyed it more when he was vocal. His hand and mouth switched to the other, the taste of the metal on his tongue as he sucked on your nipple. You felt your legs start to twitch as his pace went faster, his cock hitting your g spot and going deep inside of you. You moaned out his name, broken moans coming from you as you milked his cock.

He met his release during yours, his strokes getting sloppy and his cock twitching inside of you before spilling his seed into you. He slowed to a calmer pace, calming the two of you down and bringing you back to earth. He then pulled out of you, taking the rope off from around your wrists then removing the blindfold that was over your eyes. You cuddled with him, laying on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you. “Babe, you should’ve told me you’d get your nipples pierced. It looks so good on you.” You smiled. “I know, you liked your surprise, Matthew?” “Very much. Would you be so kind to give me an encore?” You shook your head. “Not just yet, mister. I’m hungry and I’m not doing it again on an empty stomach.” Your boyfriend was quick to get you some food, excited for another round.

#mgg smut #mgg x reader #mgg x you #pierced reader #mgg x fem reader #anon smut #anon reply #anon request #anon answered

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brywrites · 2 years

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Okay for those who asked here’s a selected few explanations from the Fandom Veteran Post. I’m not gonna elaborate on the ones that would either rehash some Discourse™ or drag back into the conversation people who have made it very clear they want to privacy, but here are some of the more fun ones! With the exception of Terry Richardson, cw for sexual misconduct there.

the ‘girlfriend wanted’ poem: a poem he published on a long-defunct wordpress website that sent 2010s twitter swooning but was also used as part of a call out post in 2020

the Terry Richardson issue: Terry Richardson was a famous photographer whose portfolio included A-listers like Rihanna, Miley Cyrus, Lindsey Lohan, and more, and he was known for his signature style of white backgrounds and inserting himself into photos, as well as the many allegations of sexual misconduct leveled against him as early as 2001. He often inserts himself into photoshoots with women in uncomfortable ways which is well-documented. MGG was called out for continuing to have portraits done by Richardson and being good friends with him despite the allegations. Richardson was basically banned from the industry around 2017, the last evidence of them hanging out was from around 2014.

Depressed Jonathan: yyyyyyyya ever get a little blue?

Spencer Walter Reid: in 2012 to celebrate the filming of season 8, MGG tweeted facts he made up about Spencer Reid, the first being that his middle name is Walter. For a while after that it was accepted as canon and you can definitely find fics from around that time that mention his full name as being Spencer Walter Reid.

Pornstar: The Ugly Life of a Beautiful Girl: The worst $2.99 I have ever spent on iTunes. An indie movie in which MGG plays a very minor role as an aspiring filmmaker stuck in the porn industry. The rest of the movie is an absolute fever dream that includes a weird mechanic, a volatile security guard dressing up in Native American tribal gear, a 9/11 search and rescue dog, a drug-fueled murder rampage. The gifs from this movie used to really do numbers (and still kind of do) on tumblr and one too many of us lost an hour and a half of our lives we can’t get back to watching it as a result.

the Moreid fanart post: what a time that was

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sinfulspencer · 2 years

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SPENCER REID NSFW MASTERLIST

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If you're looking for MGG'S OTHER ROLES MASTERLIST, you can find it here.

If you're looking for SPENCER REID SFW MASTERLIST, you can find it here.

If you're looking for SPENCER REID GENERAL MASTERLIST, you can find it here.

* refers to Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader; ** refers to Spencer Reid x GN!Reader.

SMUT 18+

Any minor found interacting with my smut fics, will be blocked. I won't hesitate, so don't even try.

DOM!SPENCER FICS

🗡️ Come on, baby (touch me)*: Y/N has always had a crush on her Microbiology professor, Doctor Reid. What happens if he finds out?

🗡️ Soft breath*: Spencer Reid teaches a seminar in New York. Y/N is one of the attendees. What happens if they meet in a bar?

🗡️ A helping hand*: Y/N has a terrible headache, Spencer knows exactly how to help her out.

🗡️ Teacher's pet*: Professor Spencer Reid notices Reader is distracted during his classes. He decides to teach her a lesson on how good girls behave until.. she takes over.

🗡️ Mirror*: Spencer doesn’t like brats. If you act like a brat, you’re going to get treated like one.

🗡️ Devil eyes*: Spencer, dressed up as a devil, is drawn to the angel dancing around him at the club.

🗡️ Let me love you*: Spencer takes care of his girlfriend after a bad day at work.

🗡️ In good hands*: Post Prison Spencer teaches you how to give him a handjob.

🗡️ No time to die*: Reader reflects on her relationship with her serial killer boyfriend, ex FBI agent Spencer Reid.

🗡️ Caught in the act*: Reader is trying to have some fun all by herself, but her boyfriend Spencer comes home earlier - and he’s not alone. He's with Luke.

🗡️ Perfect seat*: Reader gets needy while cockwarming Professor!Spencer.

🗡️ Movie night*: Spencer invites Reader over for their usual Movie Night, but the night takes a different turn when a spicy scene comes on.

🗡️ A taste of sweet medicine*: Reader hates her neighbours. Spencer wants to help her get her revenge on them.

🗡️ Conflict of interest*: The tension builds up between Spencer Reid and SWATAgent!Reader on the field, until it finally snaps.

🗡️ Human*: Reader begs Spencer to make her feel something the only way he knows how. Based on the song 'Touch' by Daughter.

🗡️ Flashed*: It’s too hot to wear clothes at home, so Reader walks around in her underwear. Spencer loses his train of thoughts at the sight.

🗡️ Early mornings*: Spencer spends Valentine’s Day’s morning with his girlfriend.

🗡️ War of hearts*: Y/N puts her life at risk to save Spencer; he freaks out at the though of losing his best friend, and the woman he's in love with. Based on a request (coming soon).

🗡️ Silent fun*: After a long day, Dad!Spencer needs some time alone with his wife (coming soon).

🗡️ Baby Fever*: Spencer wants a baby. You want to give him one. (coming soon)

🗡️ Infinity street*: Your first time with Spencer. (coming soon)

🗡️ Sweetest devotion*: Spencer has been in love with you for years. After having an intense conversation with Derek, Spencer decides to go for it. Even if it will hurt him. Or maybe not. (coming soon)

🗡️ On the loose*: Reader is attending Ladies' night at Penelope's and she reveals that Luke and Spencer are quite... peculiar in bed. Based on the song 'On the loose' by Niall Horan (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader and Luke Alvez x Fem!Reader, coming soon).

🗡️ Dreams come true*: Professor Reid finds a notebook full of graphic sexual fantasies written about him. When Reader comes to retrieve it, he asks about it. And she lies. Or pathetically tries to. (coming soon)

🗡️ Birthday dinner*: Luke hires Reader, an escort, for Spencer’s birthday. He gets a little more than a birthday dinner. (coming soon)

SUB!SPENCER FICS

🌸 One love, two mouths*: Season 1 Spencer comforts Y/N after a case and feelings come alive.

🌸 La petite mort*: Spencer comes home from a case, tensed and angry. Y/N is there to fix the day.

🌸 Noted*: Spencer’s girlfriend is pregnant. He likes it a little too much.

🌸 Quiet*: Dating Professor Spencer Reid is hot. Making him yours in his office is even hotter.

🌸 Casual*: Spencer allows you to use his body to forget your cheating ex.

🌸 The real deal*: You find Spencer Reid browsing for sex toys at work. You show him that the real thing feels and is much better.

🌸 Sharing*: You and Spencer hate each other but there's only one bed.

🌸 Release*: Season 1 Spencer can’t seem to fall asleep. Y/N has a very interesting remedy for that (requested).

🌸 Distraction*: When you desperately want s1 Spencer's attention; based on a request.

🌸 Begging*: SoftDom!Reader cockwarms Sub!Spencer in their bathtub after he comes home from work, but his neediness gets the best of him. And Reader is not a fan of brats who misbehave.

🌸 Peeking*: You catch Spencer trying to peek at his gift, and decide to teach him a lesson.

🌸 Our little secret*: When Derek calls you 'mommy' as a joke, Spencer doesn't know how to react. Based on the birthday scene in season 1.

🌸 In plain sight*: Reader is having a sleep-over with her colleagues, a few secrets from the bedroom slip out – and Spencer comes to rescue her before it’s too late.

🌸 Mutual exchange*: Spencer hears his roommate Reader having a self-love session.

🌸 Quick study*: Reader teaches Spencer how to pleasure her with his mouth. And Spencer shows that he’s a fast learner.

🌸 Eager*: Season 2 Spencer picks Reader up for their first date, but his eagerness gets the best of him.

🌸 Enchanted, enchanting*: Spencer didn't think he'd meet Rossi's niece on Halloween Night at his mansion. And he didn't think she'd be into him, anyway. (Spoiler: she is)

🌸 ...Anyway*: The only thing Reader knows is that she wants Spencer. He wants her too, but there's a problem: she has a boyfriend. Based on the song 'Sex' by The 1975. (coming soon)

🌸 Working hours*: Spencer has a crush on the Pathologist he's working with. (coming soon)

🌸 Something in the mail*: Reader catches Spencer snooping through her mail. Snoopers get punished.

VANILLA SPENCER FICS

🍊 Unholy*: You and Spencer see each other again after two years. The sexual tension is palpable, but what happens when Spencer finds out you're in a relationship? Based on the song "Unholy" by Hey Violet.

🍊 Human*: Reader shows Spencer that prison might have changed him, but he's still the love of her life and she's going to stick by his side until he gets tired of her. Based on the song 'Human' by Daughter.

🍊 Early mornings*: Dad!Spencer spends Valentine's Day mornings with his wife. (coming soon)

SERIES

Talk some sense to me*.

Part 1: Y/N confessed to JJ that she always been in love with Spencer but he never noticed her, too busy focusing on someone else. During a case, they are all held as hostages and JJ confesses her love for him.

Part 2: It’s the aftermath. Spencer and Y/N’s relationship took the sweetest turn.

Alternative ending: Y/N doesn’t trust Spencer until she does. But nothing always goes her way.

No Control.*

Part one*: Y/N and the BAU’s team are enjoying a night out at Rossi’s. Sex is the main topic of the night. Morgan and Y/N tease Spencer about him being “too adorable, too vanilla��, so… he has to prove he’s not. 😈

Part two*: It's Monday, two days after the night Y/N and Spencer hooked up at his apartment after a night out. Even though they remember what happened, they still have to talk about it before it could mess up their professional relationship. He can't stop thinking about repeating that night, though... 😈

Through the walls.*

Part I: Spencer’s neighbour annoys him with her unusualjob. One day she asks him to join her.😈

Part II: Spencer and Reader celebrate Christmas together in a very unusual way.😈

The Daisy and The Bee.*

The Black Dahlia.*

Illicit affairs.*

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid nsft #aurora.nsftmasterlist

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reidgraygubler · 2 years

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sfw spencer reid masterlist

this masterlist holds all my safe for work pieces with spencer! if you're looking for nsfw spencer fics, please go here! or if you're looking for other mgg character works, go here! this is organized by category (fluff vs angst) and then in sub categories (gen-neutral vs female vs male vs non-binary)! let me know if there's any mistakes!

cliché- reader meets spencer reid in the most cliche way, running into him in a coffee shop.

hot cocoa & cuddles (part one)(part two)- reader is freezing while they’re working on a case in alaska. spencer has some fun facts about body temperatures and conserving body heat.

im dreaming of a white christmas- Spencer is away for a work trip and might not make it home in time for Christmas, leaving the reader alone for the holidays. Until Spencer comes home with a surprise.

make you mine- Spencer wants to ask Reader out, but is too nervous. So he goes to the one person he knows can help, Reader, who is too oblivious to know that they’re the one he wants to ask out.

raspberri blossoms- spencer comes out as bisexual to his best friend.

birthday kisses and butterfly kisses- Reader has some worries about their birthday. Spencer tries to make their day special.

dirty little secret-(sub!spencer) Reader gets Spencer a super meaningful, and private, gift. All is well… Until a member of the team finds out about it.

goldilocks- spencer recounts all his first kisses

spoonful of sugar- Spencer stays home from work to take care of his partner, who’s sick with the flu

falling flurries- Reader and Spencer have a snow fight.

top chef- Spencer’s partner makes sure he’s eating well and taking care of himself.

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forget-me-not- Spencer plans Reader a special Valentine’s Day, only for Reader to forget that it’s Love Day

you are my destiny (part one)(part two)- spencer reid doesn’t dance. reader is determined to change that.

hurry back, pretty boy-(punk-y!spencer reid) reader owns a bar and is a little bit punk. she and spencer are in a relationship. reader learns about the BAU teams out-side of work personalities.

short skirt, high heels- Spencer has had a crush on reader since she basically started working for the BAU. It doesn’t help that reader dresses to leave a little to the imagination and is constantly flirting with him.

handsome enough to tempt me- Reader meets Spencer Reid at a well-known estate ball. The pair learn to love each other, even when they hate each other.

look at my son- (dad!spencer) spencer has a heart to heart with his newborn son while his wife sleeps.

skater boy- (dad!spencer) spencer wants to spend more time with his daughter. so she teaches him how to skateboard.

fresh baked- spencer frequents a bakery and buys a loaf of bread every visit, just to make the cute baker happy.

Demented Deaths- Spencer is a fan of a cold case/unsolved crime commentary youtube channel and he finds out someone close to him is the creator.

Spencer Through The Looking Glass-spencer ran out of contacts and has to use his glasses.

The Perfect Man- the girls of the team try to get Reader in a relationship… Little do they know she’s been dating Spencer for the last 9 months.

you, me, and this lady-summary: ❤ (spencer reid/tara lewis/fem!reader) Spencer and Reader have a serious conversation about their relationship and their future.

frog prince-Reader takes Spencer frog hunting after a day of rain.

the buttercup bakery-summary: Spencer meets the woman of his dreams at JJ and Will’s wedding, but misses the chance to get her number by just a couple of minutes.

headcanons:

spencer going to pride for the first time w/ his bi girlfriend

sunflowers, daisies, lilacs, dahlias- reader comes out as non-binary to their best friend, Spencer, after they notice he changes the pronouns he uses to talk about them and after the team misgenders them.

growing in a garden- (dad!spencer) Spencer’s 12-year-old is confused about their gender identity and goes to their dad for help and advice. Later his child has some exciting news.

(a/n: a lot of my angst isn't TOTAL angst. its just what I think is angst. a lot of this consists of hurt/comfort.)

last christmas- last christmas: reader gets proposed to on christmas night. The very next day, they find out their fiance is cheating on them. So they go spend the night with their best friend, Spencer Reid. this year: Reader gets proposed to by someone special.

kiss them, or keep them- (spencer’s pov) Spencer loses his best friend, but has a secret gift to bring them back.

week from hell- (spencer’s pov) spencer has one hell of a week after he has nightmares about the ones he loves the most, and after a close call on a case.

series:

a different type of high: (spencer reid/gender-neutral!reader)-summary ☁ Reader has a drug addiction that they can’t kick. So, they attend Narcotics Anonymous to fix that situation. After going to several meetings, they meets quiet, shy Spencer Reid. The unlikely pair become infatuated with one another, but can’t date due to their individual addictions.

golden memories-(david rossi’s daughter!reader) reader reminces on her relationship with spencer while they’re having an argument and she’s getting the silent treatment.

and they said speak now...-spencer reid is getting married (to someone who is self-absorbed and not good for spencer) and reader is in love with him. reader shows up at his wedding, uninvited, to try and win him back before it’s too late.

i would get beat to smithereens...- spencer reid is in love with his best friend and would do anything for them… including getting into a fistfight with anyone who looks at Reader the wrong way

ethan- reader has some really important news to share with spencer, but he’s away on a case. that is until really important news is shared with her.

lonely moonlight- Spencer left his partner and ends up regretting it.

broken mug- spencer’s boyfriend is having a bad day.

#shadow posts stuff #shadow writes stuff

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moderatelydelusional · 3 years

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things ive learnt abt mgg from pete holmes’ podcast

- he casually calls people ‘baby’ and ‘man’ and ‘bro/brother’ all the time and i love that

- he’s half mormon and went to mormon services as a kid

- ‘i like letting people do whatever they want to do as long as its not killing anybody’

- he’s been haunted by demons

- he doesn’t identify as an actor

- he lives with a guy named john

- his car blew up in 2007

- he buys land and has investments

- his parents divorced when he was 5

- he believes time is layered and not linear

- he doesn’t like entitled people (same)

- he loves japan and goes every year

- he thought he was jewish and was guttered when he found out he wasn’t

- he believes in a higher power and we’re all running on some kind of power and consciousness

- ‘shes better than the girl of my dreams, she’s real’ is one of his favourite movie lines

- he stays up until 4am and then sleeps until 11am. his routine consists of getting up, making coffee, creating at least two things: usually drawings. then he’ll have a bath and create some more and think a bunch. he likes to go for a drive in the afternoon and see ‘a friend, or a family member, or a babe, just some social interaction’

- he describes his artistic style, and his direction to anyone creating something for him, as using his non-dominant hand

- hes super quick at making acronyms. he made acronyms before i even caught what they were talking about

- the man is off the fkn walls. he’ll be answering a serious question and interrupt himself to ask to see pete’s bellybutton. off the wall batshit looney and i love it

- he never studied acting

- he loves luke perry, whom he affectionately calls LP

- he jokingly told shemar moore the trick to acting was to ‘talk slow and squint’

- he flirts with pete’s podcast assistant so much, like sir just ask him out already. pete said ‘aristotle will give you top shelf love’ and mgg said ‘yeah he will’

- he tries to smell nice all the time

- he’s obsessed with fresh breath

- something about kirkland is hilarious (idk what that is im not american)

- hes very self-love / love everyone vibe, kind of on the hippie side which is so sweet i love it

- he believes in everything

- hes terrified of monsters

- he loves the blair witch project

- he finds success in making one person smile, even if thats his mum

- hes very hard to offend

- hes thankful for his bullies bc it taught him early on to give no credence to what people think

- ‘have you ever shit your pants?’ ‘when have i not shit my pants?’

- ‘bragodacious’

- ‘ive never shit my pants’

- ‘if you didnt lie so much you wouldnt have to say ‘swear to god’’ pete to mgg

- he doesnt like saying anything that’s potentially offensive to other people, rude to other people, or basically can hurt someones feelings in any way

- HE WANTS TO FK ARISTOTLE SO MUCH OML

- hes very quick to self censor. he starts to say ‘fuck’ bur changes it to ‘frick’ he also doesn’t add to any conversation about drugs or sex or alcohol

- he says ‘oh my gosh’ a lot and idk I love that?

- is a really great listener and says ‘thats so beautiful’ when being told a story and its so fkn precious?

- he thinks no one likes him and will deflect any objection to that statement

- he’s not good at timelines. he knows he had dinner with you somewhere in the last five years but he doesn’t know when

- he can tell when he’s seeing a ghost as opposed to a living person. it has a lot to do with the context he’s seeing that ghost and mostly the vacant expression on their face.

- he sees more ghosts now as an adult than he did when it started at age 10

LISTEN TO THE PODCAST HERE <3

#matty g #loren squeaks #its such a chaotic podcast omg #they dont stay on one train of thought for more than 5 seconds

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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i’m so happy ur on tumblr now!! i love between the lines so much, could you write a blurb or one shot about mgg and a younger co-star, but like very spicy if possible 🙃, idk i just love that scenario🥵.

i was literally about to write "omg i love this concept too!" and then i was like “well no fucking shit, sophi.” lol. YES i can 10/10 write you a one-shot with a similar scenario! also thank you for your kind words that was the first fic i ever wrote so it’s very near and dear to my heart!

summary: reader goes to a holiday party with her co-stars and best friend, Matthew... but all the fun happens in the dressing room.

content warnings: this one is quite dirty but i’m also proud of it lol. unprotected penetrative sex, oral (female receiving), degradation, use of the term “little girl,” creampie, age gap. dirty talk?

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

word count: 4.7k

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"no."

"what do you mean, 'no’?” Matthew laughs, looking between me and the mirror.

"I look like the Ghost of Christmas Past." I lift up the soft white tulle of the dress, watching it float back down to settle over my skin. he's got his eyebrows raised and there's a smirk on his lips like he's holding back a laugh. I resist the urge to reach around and hit him.

"would you rather wear that?" he points to the punch-stained gown that's now laying pathetically over the back of the vanity chair. I genuinely ponder the idea for a moment.

"honestly, the crime scene vibes might work well with the theme of our show."

"seriously, it's not bad, Y/N!" he insists, drawing my attention back to the mirror.

"you're just saying that because you're the one who spilled on me and you don't want people making fun of how clumsy you are." I cross my arms over my chest. he gives me a dubious expression in our reflection on the wall.

"do I seem like I care about that?" he challenges.

"I--" the truth is that no, Matthew is not the type. Matthew is the kind of person to flounder in front of anyone and proceed to crack a joke about himself. he's humble. but I kind of like when we talk like this, our back and forth.

after a year of working together on the same show, he and I have grown incredibly close. I'm friends with all my co-stars, but he and I just have the natural friendship chemistry that makes me want to spend all my time with him. when we're not on set, we're hanging out on his couch or ordering dinner or driving out of town to check out wacky sites around California. we just have fun. pure, clean, honest fun.

of course, in my dreams it isn't pure or honest. frankly, there's a lot of sordid scandal to what goes on in my head when he accidentally touches my arm or brushes his fingers over mine. the amount of times I have gone to cast parties trying to work up the nerve to kiss him are embarrassing. he's older and more experienced and, obviously, he has no interest in me.

but that doesn't matter.

the only reason I'm standing in a dressing room alone with him is because he knew someone on the crew who could hook me up with a replacement for the night. he left while I slipped out of the old one and came back in only after knocking and checking, like, twice to make sure I was decent. he's so respectful that it's almost like he's afraid of making me think the wrong thing-- which makes me feel absolutely stupid for my almost schoolgirl crush.

"come on, you look great. let's go enjoy the party."

"was this a dress one of the victims was wearing?" I ask with a laugh.

"probably. not like we carry a lot of gowns on set." he grabs my hand, makes my heart leap into my throat. he only does it to urge me along, but it still feels intimate as I follow him out of the room, tossing one more evaluative glance at myself in the mirror. I seem terrified.

we continue to do our rounds at the party, Matthew filling my glass of eggnog even though I hate it. I wince and take a sip while we talk to some of our co-stars.

"what's wrong with you?" Shemar chuckles at my expression.

"lost a bet."

"with whom?" he glances between Matthew and me, knowing damn well already from the mischievous grin on the former's face.

"I told you not to take it." Matthew says over the rim of his glass.

"if you mention it one more time, I'm gonna throw up eggnog all over your outfit." I threaten him, but we're both smiling. Shemar frowns.

"what was the bet?"

"you know David-- the guy I was telling you about?" I reply quickly, determined to give my side of the story. Shemar nods; I told him last week when David oh-so-chivalrously danced up on me at a club and asked me out. usually in those situations, guys just want a one-night stand, so I was impressed and agreed. "anyway, Matthew said if it turned out that he was a weirdo, he would get to pick my drinks for the next week whenever we go out."

"your drinks? that's specific."

"she's so picky!" Matthew teases me.

"leave me alone, you dick!" I elbow him and he dodges just in time.

"tell him why he was a weirdo." he grins. the glare I give could kill. but Shemar is waiting expectantly for me to share the information, so I sigh and set my jaw before telling the truth.

"he collects antique dental tools."

"what?" Shemar laughs disbelievingly. I throw my hands up.

"I don't fucking know. we went back to his apartment and he showed me his whole collection."

"you're attracted to weird people, Y/N." Matthew says. I raise my eyebrows and almost say something that dooms me. I hold my tongue, however, and turn back to Shemar with a reserved smile.

"anyway, how are you?"

...

the cast holiday party is actually pretty fun. I tend to leave these functions early in favor of my couch and some ice cream, but something about the bright colors and the smell of wintergreen in the air makes me want to linger in the studio.

I stuff myself with sugar cookies and Matthew mercifully lets me switch from eggnog to Sprite. normally, I'd drink at such an occasion, but I'm a messy drunk and this is one of my first real jobs as an actress. I don't want to even come close to jeopardizing that by breaking some expensive equipment or something.

my throat gets a little sore from all the talking I do-- Paget and I spend about half an hour horribly belting out Christmas carols at the baby grand piano they brought in. they originally had someone hired to play it, but the guy disappeared about an hour ago.

by the time it hits around ten pm, my limbs are tired. I thought people would be leaving (a lot of them have families), but the party is still very much raging when I start to wind down. maybe it's because I'm sober.

"hey." Matthew sidles up next to me as I sit at the piano bench with a slice of lime in my mouth. I like to suck the juice out of them; sour things are my favorite.

"hi." I pluck the fruit out and drop it back into my soda. he sits next to me, his cologne filling my senses with the kind of sensual warmth that it shouldn't be making me feel. he always smells so good.

"ladylike." he gestures to the movement.

"is that why you call me 'princess?'" I smirk, half-joking.

"once-- I called you that once!" he defends. it's not a lie. he used the nickname when he was mocking me for my somewhat selective food preferences. it was sarcastic, but I wish it wasn't. something about the way he said it in the moment made me blush.

"is there a reason you've come to grate my nerves?" I raise an eyebrow and he turns away from me as he bites back a smile. I pout. "what?"

"you're talking like a Jane Austen novel."

"what's wrong with Jane Austen?" I defend, skin heating up. his proximity is doing things to me that it shouldn't.

"nothing," he glances at me before moving his gaze to the ivory keys. "do you play?"

"elementary level, sure." I giggle. he runs his fingers over them, never pressing down hard enough to release a sound. I'm entranced by the delicate nature of his actions, the veins and the curve of his fingertips, the sheer width of his hand. I think about it too much for it to be healthy.

"show me." it's a direct order, one that doesn't feel directive but still ends with me placing both hands on the piano and wracking my brain for something to play. I decide on a piece that Paget and I were doing earlier, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."

I've never been quite good at piano, and the nearness of his body is like an anvil on my fingers, but I play anyway. and it feels good. his eyes are on me, drawn to my tracings over the instrument as they press and lift and glide.

"sing." I tell him.

"no!" he protests. I don't stop playing, only now getting into the thick of the tune.

"oh, come on. just the chorus..." I plead, turning my head to beg. "please?"

I bat my lashes playfully, fully intending it as a joke, but Matthew softens a bit. for a fraction of a second, I think he looks at my mouth. he turns his head back to the piano and lets out a quiet "here we are as in olden days... happy golden days of yore..."

"there you go!" I egg him on, and he starts to get more into it. his voice is absolutely off-key; he's no singer, and somehow that makes him even more endearing to me.

Matthew has always been this flawless, intimidating figure in my mind. even when we first met, I was certain that he was hiding something because everything else about him is so... perfect. he's funny, sweet, genuinely kind, handsomer than hell. it didn't make sense. but knowing that he can't carry a tune makes me feel a bit better. it humanizes his beauty.

while he sings, I can't help looking at him. his side profile is even more enchanting; the curve of his features meeting a smooth elegance in his jaw and cheek, especially when his mouth is open. he catches me smiling at him and returns it with his own gleeful face, now totally fine with singing like a fool in front of everyone. nobody is even really looking at us-- they're several drinks in and lost in their own universe of drunken laughter.

there's something kind of magical about that, I think. we're sober. when the song draws to a close, I lift my fingers off the keys and into my lap.

"you're quite the Pavarotti." I joke.

"the who?" he furrows his brow with a smile.

"he's a famous opera singer."

"oh," he laughs, "thanks, Mozart."

I twist my face up as I hide my smile. this is also part of the reason I could never tell Matthew how I feel; we just fit together too well. he almost always gets my references and I understand his, even though there's an age gap between us. he's an old soul with a youthful heart.

"how's your night going?" I ask him softly, changing the subject. he sets his hands on his lap, absent-mindedly toying with his fingers. it's not a nervous tendency at all. he does it whenever we're on set.

"as of right now? pretty damn good." he replies with a smile. I get warm again at the implication. he doesn't mean it like that, but god, do I wish he did.

"very smooth." I compliment appreciatively.

"how about you?"

"it was kind of boring, but then this rando sat next to me and started singing Christmas songs and it got a little better." I say flatly, grabbing my glass off the top of the piano and running my fingertip over the rim. he drops his head in a giggle.

"you're something else."

"insult?" I clarify.

"definitely a compliment."

"I like compliments."

"well, I wasn't lying before. you look really beautiful in that dress."

"the murder dress?" I glance down at it to hide the absolute wideness of my eyes at his words. he's completely flustering me and I'm starting to find it hard to breathe. he said I look beautiful. not "pretty," not "great"-- beautiful.

"yes, the murder dress." he gets a little pink in his cheeks, and that makes me want to explode on the spot.

"well, say goodbye to it because I'm gonna go change back into my plebeian clothes," I stand from the piano bench. "it's past my bedtime."

Matthew looks up at me with an unreadable expression and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. I hate leaving him. "do you wanna come with me? like-- walk with me?"

"sure." he nods, stands, and follows behind. I can feel his presence like a delightful reminder of the emotions surging in my stomach. we wind through the crowd of party-goers until we end up back in the dressing room, away from the party. it's quiet.

Matthew walks in with me, carrying our drinks in his hand, and he's about to stroll back out so I can change when I touch his arm. the door shuts automatically behind him.

"wait," I swallow quickly. "can you unzip me?"

"oh." Matthew looks at me, then at the glasses in his arms, then at the vanity. he sets them down and comes back quickly, his frame behind me while his fingertips locate the little piece at the top of my gown. my breath hitches in my throat when he brushes over my spine by accident, one nail dragging accidentally against my skin as the fabric slowly gives way. I don't know if he hears it-- it's nearly imperceptible-- but he definitely hesitates once he reaches the place where my back starts to curve into my ass. he pauses, doesn't breathe until he reaches the end of the zipper.

"there you go." he mutters. his voice is a little more hoarse than usual, and he clears his throat as he steps away. I know he's going to back out. he's going to back out of the room and wait for me to slip into nothing and I know, somehow, that he's going to be thinking about how I look in here with my clothes off. he's going to wish he stayed.

and I'm going to wish he'd done more than stayed.

before I can lose my nerve and allow the moment to be swallowed up by practicality, I shrug the straps of the dress down my shoulders and let gravity take over. it drops to the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I can sense him behind me; he's silent for a moment.

"Matthew." I say, the name sitting on my tongue like a sugar cube. perfectly formed, slowly dissolving.

"y-yeah?" he stutters for the first time since I've met him.

"are you looking at my ass right now?" I ask, still turned around. the way he's frozen in place tells me that I'm right.

"yeah." he admits.

"you can touch it, if you want." I murmur softly. part of me doesn't think this is real, the way each sentence leaves my throat like it's been pre-planned. truly, I don't understand how my brain is moving so quickly.

"are you... sure?" he's hesitant, but even I can taste the longing.

"yes."

his hand smooths over my butt, softly at first like he's still not believing his own eyes, before moving back to grab it. he squeezes the flesh, and a low exhale from him tells me that he's excited.

"do you want more?" my voice barely carries. my head is almost foggy from how good it is to have his grip on my body, even in such a simple way. I can feel myself getting wet.

"how much more?" his lips brush over my shoulder and I get goosebumps. my mouth opens and closes for a moment, searching for the right words.

"however much you want."

it's flint and steel, the way he sparks. the air literally leaves my lungs when Matthew grabs my hips and spins me around to face him. my lips part as I peer up at him, at the lust that now darkens those hazel eyes and the way he holds mine. his touch is certain. he pulls our bodies together, tilts my chin up to kiss me.

it's passionate, strong, the kind of kiss that causes me to lean back a bit just to receive the full force of his desire. but I return the affection easily, moaning into his mouth. I've never been held the way that Matthew holds me. like I'm made of sugar glass, like he wants desperately to feel the soft give of my skin and make a home of me.

the heat between our bodies is almost overwhelming, and I sigh when he subtly pushes our hips together. his erection is against my stomach.

"fuck." I mutter when I pull away for air. Matthew doesn't stop his perfect movements, though, tugging my earlobe between his teeth and starting to leave love bites up my skin and over my shoulder. he chuckles against my throat. I shiver.

"you alright, little girl?" he asks.

"just--" I let out a moan at the sensation of his fingers exploring my bare waist. he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. "just surprised."

"about?" he slides the straps down my shoulders and looks me in the eye. the lack of physical contact makes me whine.

"that you want me."

"how is that surprising?" he smiles, using one index finger to guide me to look at him.

"you don't seem like it."

Matthew raises his eyebrows as if I'm a crazy person. truly dumbstruck. "what?"

"you-- well, I don't know." I frown, but Matthew takes my hand and moves it over his torso until my palm is resting over the considerable bulge in his pants.

"is this enough proof?"

I struggle for words, sputtering. "yeah-- yeah, it is."

he bucks into my hand a little and I bite my lip, eyes moving up to meet his. something passes between us that I don't fully understand, but feel in my bones. I have never, in my life, wanted someone to fuck me as much as I want Matthew to fuck me right now. my jaw clenches.

"I need you." I tell him like this is the most relevant piece of information that will ever pass between us. he smirks.

"yeah?"

"mhmm."

"then lean against the wall and let me give you what you deserve." he orders. for a second, I try to think through what he means. then I look behind me at the open space and back up, him following me closely. his hands move up to cup my breasts, kneading and tweaking my nipples as he kisses my lips. the coolness against my back causes me to gasp, and he swallows the sound with his tongue before moving down my body.

he's torturously slow, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while he shrugs off his suit jacket. he switches to my other peak, one hand splayed over my stomach, and then proceeds southward with his lips. his kisses are delicate, open-mouthed, as they find their way to the waistband of my panties.

he hooks his fingers in them and looks up at me.

"can I eat you out, baby?" he asks. I bite my lip.

"please." like a beg.

"oh, you're polite tonight." he smirks, tugging the garment down my legs and discarding it somewhere in the room. I don't respond, and he doesn't seem to need me to, because he pushes one leg up for better access to my pussy. "let's see if it lasts."

my back curves off of the wall involuntarily when he holds the flat of his tongue against my clit suddenly, trying to roll my hips against his face. my fingers tangle in his hair, one leg resting over his shoulder.

he starts to flick at my clit. I lose grasp of my own language.

"Matthew, that feels so good, I--"

he attaches himself to my bundle of nerves, seemingly turned on by the sounds I'm making for him. he groans as he laps at the wetness between my legs, dipping into my folds and sucking the soul out of me. I whine and use his curls as leverage to gain more friction. he peers up at me.

"needy little girl." he mumbles against my pussy. I shove him back into me.

"make me cum, then." I beg. I can practically feel the devilish smirk on his face as he devours me like he'll never get enough. every twist and lick of his tongue is sending me to new places. I'm panting, chest heaving, while I grab my own tits and buck into his mouth.

he moans. my orgasm hits me like a wave, causing me to nearly thrash with pleasure as I cry out.

"Matthew, keep going, fuck yes!" I feel tears prick the back of my eyes, the culmination almost too much to bear as we hold contact. he stares into my fucking soul as he eats me out, and I want to stay like this forever. it's hard to support myself with my legs going weak, but I love it. the sensations are otherworldly. it's only when I'm about to collapse that I push his face away from me.

"I love your pussy." he tells me, licking his lips as he sets my legs down. I grin and let my head fall back against the wall.

"thanks."

"come here, princess." he takes hold of my hips and guides me over to the mirror, turning me so that he's standing behind my frame. the pet name causes me to smile.

"what?" I reference our reflection. he stares at me, reaching around to squeeze my tits.

"I wanna fuck you in the mirror." such a vulgar thing, said so beautifully. he kisses my cheek. "if that's okay with you."

"I don't care what position we do as long as you're fucking me." I breathe honestly. he chuckles and draws me towards him so his clothed boner is against my ass. I reach behind and work the button on his pants. he undoes the ones on his shirt. we're silent, him watching my naked body move like he's trying to memorize every detail.

when he's finally stripped, he lets me stroke his cock for a couple moments before pushing my upper back forward so I'm holding onto the sides of the mirror. I see him biting his lip as he lines himself up at my entrance.

"you ready?" he checks. I nod and he smiles at me once. pushing in, the smile melts into a jaw-dropped haze, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Y/N..."

"it's so big." I try to breathe. he's so deep, I grip the mirror until my knuckles turn white. he's going to snap my body in two with the angle of his cock, filling me easily.

"tight little thing." he grunts as he holds himself inside. I can only watch in shock as I try to adjust to the sheer feeling of him. Matthew runs his hands over my sides, my ass, touching whatever he can. "how's that?"

I start to wiggle my hips and he groans at the feeling of my walls desperately swallowing him up. "Matthew, I need it."

"need what?" he thrusts into me and I have to fight a scream.

"need you."

"fuck... yes." he hisses out, sliding into me. "you're so wet I don't even need to try."

I bite my lip to withhold my sounds and he stares me in the eyes in the mirror as he starts to fuck me harder, building a pace with his hips. he growls a little if he hits certain angles, getting ruthless.

"so many times when I wanted to be inside you, princess..." he trails off. I start to play with my clit with one hand, using the other to stabilize myself with the mirror. the idea turns me on.

"when?"

"whenever you have attitude," he pants. "tonight, in that innocent fucking dress. making me wanna pound you like a little slut."

I make a high-pitched sound at the shudder of pleasure that jolts through my stomach at his words, wanting more. I've never heard him talk this way before.

"Matthew, shit--" I rub myself in circles, caught between watching his face and watching the way his hips slam into mine.

"you're begging to be fucked, you know that?"

"am I?" I smile sweetly in the mirror. we're in our own world, locked in a fantasy that I never want to leave. I can feel him in every corner of my body, sinking beneath my skin. he digs his nails into my ass.

"mhmm." he hums. I can feel the familiar weight in my stomach that indicates how close I'm getting. a knot that screams to be undone by his perfect length. I would do anything for more of this. I can taste everything good in the world on my tongue.

"I'm so close." I whine.

"I can tell," he studies my face in the mirror. "so pretty when you're breaking."

"oh--" I feel my thighs tense and my body pulses, the euphoria almost overwhelming. we move steadily, rhythmically, and he pushes my climax to new levels. "faster." I cry.

Matthew is quick to respond, gripping me closer while he plows into me like he's never going to have my body again. the sound of it is filthy, perfect, a mess. he groans at the sensation of my cunt pulsating around his cock.

"cum for me, princess." he moans, losing himself in the embrace of my core. the foggy stare in his eyes is like drowning in the ocean. I sink below, not caring at all about the consequences of him inside me. fuck working together; I need him. "where should I cum?"

"in me." I groan.

"beg." he commands easily, watching my face contort in pleasure. I could pretend to fight it, to give a little attitude, but I don't want to. I love begging for him.

"fill me up, Matthew. please." each word punctuated by the breathlessness of my voice. he gets even more ferocious with me, beating up my pussy until I'm sure he's going to leave me sore.

"right there, right there," he gasps, hitting the same spot that makes me go cross-eyed. "such a good little slut."

his cum shoots into me, deep and warm and erotically twisted, and I nearly collapse. it feels weird, but so good at the same time. full. he groans out my name and withdraws, quick to grab my shoulders and hold me up as I almost fall. I hadn't realized that most of my body weight was supported purely by his thrusts.

"whoa." he lets out a tired laugh, gentle in his touch. I'm heaving air into my lungs.

"sorry." I apologize, my body unstable.

"are you okay?" he seems genuinely concerned and I nod.

"yeah, I'm fine. just a little overwhelmed."

"here," he scoops me into his arms and brings me over to the old love seat in the dressing room, laying his jacket down before putting me on top of it. "can I get you something?"

"Sprite." I gesture to the glass on the vanity, and he smiles as he goes to get it. I gulp down whatever remains of it. "thanks."

"of course." he keeps glancing at my face and the red marks on my hips where he was clutching me like a lifeline. "I'm sorry."

"what?" I set the cup down. "don't ever be sorry for fucking me like that."

"no, I meant--" he laughs, but then he sees my playful expression and realizes that I'm genuinely alright. I think my legs were asleep.

"you're a saint." I tell him. he frowns and shakes his head bashfully. I'm already getting up and collecting my clothes. "or maybe what we just did prevents you from reaching sainthood. I don't know."

he places his hand on my lower back, kisses my forehead tenderly.

"seriously. you're okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine," I assure him. "but I would be better with a milkshake."

Matthew breaks into a slow grin, staring at me like I've done something miraculous.

"how are you so perfect?"

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Life like a movie

Make-up artist x MGG; Age gap ( Reader is in her mid twenties) ; Part two It's been a week since I met him and I can't stop thinking about him. Every day I go to that café in hopes I see him again. Well I would go either way, because its my favourite but still... I haven't seen him since then and we only messaged each other on insta sporadically but only about the new make up looks I posted. Today I skip the coffee. Instead I go to the supermarket, buy a snack and a bottle of water and go to the park and sat down on the grass. I take a pic of my snacks and my shoes and post it on my insta story "Nothing to do in the city that never sleeps" ping. "Hi, you free today?" It’s Matthew. I smile. "Yes please relieve me from boredom" "I may have something. Can you come to the studios (...)?" ... I quickly pack my things and run to streets to get a cab. Arriving at the studios I begin to feel really anxious. What is this about? Wow, It would be a dream to work here. before I get out of the taxi I already see his tall figure leaning on a dark blue car. "Matthew, Hi" I say, shyly looking at him "Hi, so cool you could make it" He smiles at me. God, I love that smile. It's always so genuine and wide, I couldn't do differently but returning his smile. "Yeah.. Uhm, so what is this about?" His smile grows even bigger. "Well, I got you a job at our Tv-set... Well it’s an internship... but it is paid!" "What? I- Thank you!" I fall into his arms and hug him really tight. He just made me the happiest girl in the world. "How did you do that?" "You're welcome.” he chuckles. “Well I showed Tanya, she's our makeup artist, your insta page and she really liked your pictures so I asked if I could maybe bring you. She contacted the one that hired you at your last job, at the Fashion week and they told her how impressed they were because of your talent and so she almost insisted that I introduce you two." "That is the sweetest and coolest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you" I look at him with teary eyes. A blonde, tall woman walking up to us. "You must be y/n, right? Matthew hasn't shut up about you" she looks at him, giggling. "I'm Tanya. I saw your posts on Instagram. Before you can sign the contract I have to convince myself of your talent. Would you do me the honour and follow me?" she turns around and I look at Matthew one last time to see him giving me an assuring smile and then I silently follow her. I do as I am told. Tanya's assistant being my model, I do bruises, wounds, dark circles, swollen wounds. Everything she wants to see. Before I started I was really anxious and nervous but this is MY thing. I love doing stuff like this but if she doesn't like it, I know I should find something different. I consider this as my last chance to fulfil my dream of being a Make-up Artist for Tv Shows. Deep in my thoughts I hear her say: "Very well done." Tanya studies my work. "That is really good." after a long pause she adds "but I don't think you're made for this internship" I feel my heart sinking. I feel sick. "We have enough budget to hire you as a full-time make-up artist. You're way too good to just be an intern. So congratulations" She comes closer and gives me a hug I feel dizzy. What just happened? "did you hear me?" "I think so. I really got a job here?" I can't believe it. She nods really excited. "Let me draw up the contract real quick and you can come back in one to two hours to sign if you want to" "Of course I do! Thank you so much!" I walk out to see Matthew leaning on the wall. "How did it go?" he ask carefully. "I got a job. A real job. Not only the internship, she offered me a real job! Thank you Matthew, you made my dream come true!" "You did all the work, not me" he chuckles. "but without you I would have never got the chance to prove myself or my talent" I look at him "but that doesn't matter. What matters is: I GOT THE JOB!" I jump up and down probably looking like a five year old, but I don't mind. I'm just happy. Matthew lets out a little laugh. "I'm glad, you're happy. So that means we get to spend a lot more time together. You're now part of the team" he winks. "Speaking of that, you should meet them all. Come with me" he holds his hand out and I take it. My heart begins to race, the heat rushing to my cheeks. Do I feel like that because I'm holding hands with a celebrity or is it because it’s Matthew? Am I already falling for him? This is embarrassing, stop it now.

We arrive at the buffet and there I already recognise some of the faces. All my favourite TV-Characters at once. "So, you are filming the criminal minds reboot. You liar" I look at him, playfully angry. "Yeah. I do" He answers looking really guilty "but don't tell anyone. It will also be in your contract that you can't say anything about that. I'm sorry" "What are you sorry about? Your fans will probably forget about that real quick when they see their favourite character appear on screen." I look at him, trying to assure him with a smile. "You're my favourite too, by the way" again so confident. Whats happening to me? Matthew smiles his wide smile and walks on to meet the crew. He introduces me to all of them and they are all really lovely and kind. We chat about the former seasons and about the characters. "So who's Makeup Artist will you be, y/n?." AJ asks. "I- I don't know yet. I didn't sign my contract yet.

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insufferablelust · 3 years

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Naughty list. (ThrilledAu!Mgg x Reader)

Warnings : Slight smut, Spanking, D/s themed ofc, The use of ‘sir’ & ‘daddy’, mention of edging, mention of overstimulation for future reference, sadist!mgg, condescending!dom, Marking, Its.. um Filthy as many of you already know. Please read at your own discretion.

Hello this is the christmas one shot i’ve promised, its 3 am rn and im so sorry i just done finishing this because things had been so chaotic. But i hope y’all enjoy and please wait up patiently for my next fics which will come in the next several days as promised.

PLEASE NOTE : This blurb sets inside my Thrilled Au, after the Bratty Rendezvous chapter which i have yet to upload, though i will upload it very soon. So basically this fic is the filler chapter and a teaser for the two upcoming chapters of thrilled! so i hope that makes sense and i hope y’all enjoy it. Happy holidays and Merry christmas! Take care, x D

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He felt her before he even opens his eyes, a small smile threaten to quirk at the side of her lips in response to the feeling of small kisses all along his face down to his neck— the oh so warm familiar kisses by the love of his life.

“Matthew wake up.” Y/N whispered, giggling to herself as she felt him grunt below her at the feeling of her sinful lips nips and bites onto his skin, “It’s christmas morning, come on daddy.” She whispered once more, but this time doing it with grinding down where her bum was sat prettily atop of his crotch, just enough to make him wrap his hand around her neck.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” His grip tighten a bit just then, as her eyes closed and a smile etched beautifully onto her lips. Matthew scoffed at her reaction before sitting up on the bed, bringing her up with him so he could lean against the headboard.

“J-just waking you..” Was all that she could manage, with shallow breaths and innocently batting her lashes up at him. “Oh, princess..” He murmured as he finally took in the sight of her.

She’s perched up beautifully on her lap, with her thigh high christmas themed socks, his sweater and a collar— a special one he had gifted her a few days prior, with the color red and his named engraved on the inside lining where nobody could see but she certainly could feel. On the outside, it might look like a normal choker necklace but they both know very well that that’s not the case. Its a symbol of him, latched onto her every second of the day— its their dynamic, its how they work.

“You look like a dream, little one..” He gasped, as she whines on his lap, a perfect little noise reserved only for him, making his hard on pressed oh so good against her bottom. “Dressed up for y-you!” Y/N exclaimed happily and slightly out of breath by the way Matthew’s grip just tightens and tightens— just like he was trying to squeeze the cuteness out of her.

God, you’re his, and his his his only.

“I know baby, so so pretty for me, being so so good.” He gave her cheek a pretty light slap, just to make her gasp and leave her sweet little mouth open slightly— all messy and beautiful. “Thank you daddy, just for you.” She smiled then, awaiting for his instruction just like how he likes it— or more importantly, just like how she craves it.

Matthew cocks his head to the side a little as he contemplates on what he’s going to do with her, it’s always like this with them— just wanting to do so many things, explore everything, explore each other’s limits, especially hers. Always hers, he thinks, whatever makes her happy.

So with a simple instruction he lessen the grip on her neck before pressing a small kiss on her forehead, “Go to our room now, and be on your position, daddy has to make some calls for our party this evening but you better be on your position by the time i get there or else.” He taps her cheeks twice, eyes pierced onto hers— as she nods a little, “yes daddy.”

“Go on.” She smiled before pressing a gentle peck to his lips, getting up and padded her tiny feet towards the door, “Oh and princess?”

“Yes daddy?”

“anything off but the socks and your collar.”

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He’s doing this on purpose, your mean mean daddy is doing this on purpose— making you wait on your knees by the bench inside your dungeon, just waiting and waiting until you feel your knees beginning to fall asleep on you. But you tried your best to be presentable, just how daddy likes it.

Your body jumps a little when the sound of his footsteps rang through the room, sound of the door closing has your feet tingling and your cunt wet, oh he could definitely see the glisten gleam from it for sure.

“I thought you’d be well acquainted with my rules by now, pup.” He let out a disapproving sigh, which made your cheeks warmer and you instantly straighten your back, part your thigh a little and gulps— trying to remember what you did wrong this time.

“I—“

“Ah ah, you know better than to speak without my permission in this room do you?” He scoffed, walking around the room just to tantalize you, sending shiver up your spine. “you were good this morning, so good that daddy had half the mind to make you cum but now i’m not so sure.” He adds, which earn a gasp from you, Oh how you wanted to cum, you want to cum so so bad, the last time you did was a week ago when you were still in Paris— but right after your little bratty rendezvous there was no way in hell, he’d let you cum, oh no no, kitten doesn’t deserve to cum until master says so.

You bit your lip in agony, trying to block the tears that were about to slip from your pretty eyes down your heated cheeks, just trying to do anything he asks— anything. You let out a gasp as he tilt your chin up, which he cooed at and sigh softly, whilst his thumb brush side to side on top of your lips.

“Look at your tears, baby. Do you think it’ll work? hm? you think because daddy’s little elf put on a show this morning, that daddy is going to let this slide?” He pouts condescendingly, watching as the tears finally dripped down your cheeks, oh he wanted to photograph this so bad, his little fairy.

“Go on, answer daddy.” He pats your cheek with his thumb as you tried to find the courage to speak, “I-I’m sorry d-daddy.. i.. please..” Matthew sighed softly, seeing the genuine regret behind your eyes has him reprimanding your punishment, daddy was a tamer, but he was and will always be fair— forgetfulness is a human mistake, besides it’s christmas, and he figured he needed to give you something from all the torture you’ve endured since Paris.

“Up, princess. Let daddy braid your hair.” He tugged her collar a little which earned a gasp from her, though it was a combination between the sensation on her neck and realization on what she did wrong, “Daddy i—“

“Shh, up.” He cuts you off before you could mutter an apology, or several apologies. You should’ve known better, if he told you to be on position, what he always meant is for you to be on your knees by the bench, with your hair untied specifically because he likes to braid you before play time, and today you’ve put your hair up, completely forgetting a clear important rule. Matthew helped you get on your shaky feet, as you trembled a little, whispering a small, “thank you daddy.” Before facing the bench, back toward him so he could process on your hair.

“Tell daddy why he’s punishing you tonight.” He hummed behind her, fingers expertly tangle and untangle through her hair, looping each side to the center as he formed a perfect braid from the top of her hair and making his way down. “Because i forgot daddy’s rule.” You muttered shakily, voice laced with regrets at yourself for disappointing daddy.

“Which rule is it, pup?” His voice seemed so close now, she could practically feel his warm breath against her skin that she zoned out for a moment before a tug on her hair brought her back, “I— i didn’t untie my hair, sir.”

“Why is it important?”

“Because daddy needs to braid my hair, and.. and it teaches me to.. remembers daddy’s rules.” You finished with a sigh, before feeling a soft kiss placed on top of your shoulder blades, “10 with my hands. Go and bend over the bench, bunny.”

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Y/N braced herself as she felt the stinging, heated sensation smacked across her bottom, making her grip tighten onto the railing bench and her body shakes a little. “F-Five, thank y-you daddy.”

“Color?” Matthew pressed his palm against her stinging skin as he try to soothe the aching pain a bit, it’s true that they both love this— loves the thrill, the pain, and the overall pleasure that comes from this. However, Matthew would never enjoy hurting his bunny without any context, or out of proportion, it might look like he has all the control but they both knows well that she has all the control, if she wants to stop, she knows what she needed to say.

“G-Green sir please.” Oh how he loves the way her voice croaked underneath him, the way she arched her back toward him— as if asking for more, ready for more just as she deserve, as she behaved. So he delivered then, 3 slaps in a row as she cries out between each milliseconds, and sobs out the thank you’s and pleas.

“just two more now, y’think you can take it, petal?” Matthews hand crept up to where your collar snuggly wrapped around your neck, thumbing the soft leather as he makes sure you’re still okay which you confirmed by a ‘yes daddy, please continue’

The last two slaps were unexpected, catching her off guard as it landed way way below where her cunt drips dewy sweet honey, and where her by now— swollen little pearl sits, making her jumps and scream out in a blissed pleasure. “Fuck! oh! nine ten! daddy thank you!”

“Shh shh, come here, good girl.” Matthew gently helped her stand before picking her up bridal style and sit down onto the bed which was installed on their room, his lips were pressed tightly onto her forehead as he soothes her aching skin and mumble calming words. “It’s okay, ‘s all over, such a good girl, little one.”

“Daddy...”

“Yes angel?”

“Do i deserve to cum now?”

“Oh petal, you will be begging to stop cumming later, just you wait.”

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itsnsfwalways · 4 years

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hi i saw u were open for requests so i'd love something with either spencer reid or mgg that's just like absolutely filthy like the harry one you wrote, like degradation humiliation spitting choking literally everything u can think of just go crazy

hi there !! so sorry this took so long, i was trying to get it as best as i could for my first official ask !! also matthew just posted on his instagram story why am i sobbing

69 Kill

warnings: swearing, spitting, choking, humiliation, handcuffs, humiliation, mean dom! mgg, and some intense fucking degradation

Matthew was in the middle of filming 68 Kill, and had been kind enough to bring you with him for the filming process. The two of you spent many nights wandering around town, holding hands while walking down streets full of music and light.

You had, of course, read the script and knew what the movie was about, and how much sex and nudity was involved. Helping him with his lines was something that made your stomach flutter, hardly being able to attempt to dominate him while he sits just a few feet away from you.

However, the day he was filming his sex scene where he was being slapped around and essentially dommed, he came back extremely agitated. He had texted you a few hours ago, saying that everything was fine, but you should’ve known better. He threw his jacket onto the chair by the door as soon as he walked into the hotel room, breath heaving and hair pushed in every direction.

Striding over to you in just two steps, he pins you against the wall next to the bathroom door, wrapping a hand around your throat. His thumb pushes into the side of your throat, the rest of the fingers just being a tight reminder of who you belong to.

Matthew tucks his head down and inhales harshly through his nose, fingers tightening minutely as he exhales, breath hitting your shoulder as he pushes his hips into yours.

“Mm, fuck, I am not in the mood to be nice today. You gonna be my good little slut and do exactly as I say?” He groans, moving his face away so his nose touches yours, hand sliding up your throat to rest near your jawline.

“Y-yes, sir,” you gasp out, swallowing around his hand. Your eyes widen and he chuckles lowly, pulling away to look you up and down.

Dressed only in one of his oversized sweaters and a black g-string thong, you were a dream come true to him.

“This pretty body just for me, yeah? Gonna let me use you as a fucking toy, isn’t that right?” He taunts, hooking his finger against the strap of your thong to snap the elastic against your skin.

“Please,” you beg, pushing your throat harder into his hand, arching your back slightly.

He grinds his hips into yours languidly before tilting your head to the side, growling into your ear, “On the bed, now.”

He releases you and you scramble to obey him, lying down on your back with your hands tucked under you, eyes facing the ceiling.

His hands make quick work of removing his top and shoes, leaving him in only a pair of black jeans and his thick black belt.

He crawls on top of you, pinning you underneath him as he rests his weight on his forearms on either side of your head.

“I don’t remember you asking to wear my sweater, kitten,” he pouts, taking a handful of fabric and pulling it up, exposing your soaked underwear and lower stomach.

“N-No, sir, I just thought-,” he interrupts you before you can finish,

“You thought you could pull a fast one on me, huh? Knowing your dom had to be slapped around all day, thought you’d put him through just a little bit more, isn’t that right, pet?” he spits, slapping your right cheek suddenly, pulling a gasp from your lips as your eyes roll backwards.

Matthew snaps his fingers an inch from your nose, eyes blaring and speaking through gritted teeth when he mutters,

“Eyes. On. Me.”

“Yes, sir,” you breathe, mouth opening on its own accord.

“I want you to lie here, and take everything I’m about to give you. You’re going to let your owner use his pretty little pussy, and not cum until I tell you to, have I made myself clear?” His eyes bore into you as he demands respect, his entire demeanor making your brain go fuzzy.

“Green, sir,” is the only thing you’re able to say, breath stuttering already as he laughs out loud, shaking his head back and forth.

“My dumb baby can’t even think and I haven’t even started playing with you yet,” he fake-sympathizes, stroking your cheekbone with the back of his hand.

“Please,” you whine, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

“Aww, puppy,” he laughs, pulling his sweater above your head quickly before ripping your arms out from underneath you, pinning them to the headboard. He spits out, “Stay here,” before leaning up from you, tearing off his belt with a loud snap that goes straight to your core.

He smirks down at you as he starts making a pair of homemade handcuffs, sliding them around your wrists before tightening them. Your fingers grip the edge of the mattress and he grins, beginning to grind into you once more.

“Your hands leave this position and I’ll make you wish you had listened, do you understand?” He growls into your ear, pushing his bulge directly over your slit.

“Yes, Sir, God, please do something,” you cry out, watching as he rolls his eyes at you. His hands immediately go to grip your waist tightly, fingertips squeezing hard enough to leave small bruises in their wake.

Matthew finally takes mercy on you, hands going to pinch at both your nipples as he presses his lips to yours, licking deeply into your mouth almost immediately.

You moan into his throat and tilt your jaw up, tongue dancing with his as he takes the lead.

His right hand goes to hold your head up as the kiss gets more and more heated, his teeth clashing into yours as spit starts to drip down your chin, the two of you breathing heavily into each other’s mouths.

He pulls away for a second to spit harshly onto your tongue, hand moving down to wrap around your neck as he mutters, “swallow,” watching you closely as your throat pushes into his hands, a harsh breath escaping him at this.

“God, I fucking own you,” he groans, teeth pulling your bottom lip into his mouth only to let it snap back against your teeth.

Pulling his left hand away from where it was massaging your tit, he snaps it quickly to strike you across the chest harshly, humming as you cry out.

“How does it make you feel, knowing you’re the only one who gets me like this, huh? Everyone else gets to watch me be smacked around when really, my perfect little girl gets off on being thrown around, isn’t that right, princess?” Matthew asks, sliding a hand to angle your hips better against his. Your leg hooks around his back, the constant attention to your clit from his zipper making you moan deeply, head tilting backwards as you bite your lip harshly.

“God, so good, Sir.”

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head from side to side as he moves his hand from your thigh to feel you through your underwear. You knew the material was soaked through by now, the thought of this making you blush.

He rips the thong down your legs, throwing it behind him as he traces his middle finger up your folds slowly, catching as much of your wetness as possible before bringing it up to rest an inch from your faces.

“But you’re not a good girl, no, you’re just a dumb little whore who wants to get fucked. Use your words,” he spits, looking at his glistening finger in the sunlight.

“I’m a useless whore that’s only good for being fucked, sir, please use me, hurt me, fuck,” you choke out, tears falling from your eyes.

He sticks his tongue out and licks his finger clean, making direct eye contact as he sucks his finger into his mouth, pulling it out with a pop.

“Why don’t you come sit on my face,” he hums, flipping the two of you so you now sit on his lap.

“More like 69 Kill, eh, Chip?” you emphasize, looking to push his buttons a little farther.

A hand immediately comes up to your throat and throws you onto your back, all the air escaping from your lungs as Matthew spits onto your cheek.

He licks the wad off of you, tongue dragging up your face while he places more pressure on your throat.

“What... the fuck did you just call me?” He growls, veins in his neck twitching as he looks down at you, red hot anger coming from his eyes.

This look was what you needed to see from him.

He doesn’t give you the chance to speak, gritting out from clenched tweets, “On. Your. Knees.”

Your legs move on their own accord to the side of the bed, hands kept bound in your lap.

A massive head rush comes to you as Matthew tilts your chin up, smiling at the glossy eyed look you’re giving him.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers, not being able to control himself from how pretty you look.

You give him a big grin before sticking your tongue out, opening your mouth for him.

He looks at you for a minute before slapping you across the face, pulling a gasp from you as your head turns to the side. The strike sends a live of heat down your body and you clench your thighs together at the sensation.

Matthew unbuttons his pants slowly, your eyes watching his every movement.

He scoffs, shaking his head muttering, “NOW you wanna be a good girl.”

His hard-on slaps him in the stomach as he pulls his briefs down, kicking them off to the side.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him, his long, thick cock red from the lack of attention. You look up at him for permission before licking a long stripe from base to tip, following a vein with your tongue on the underside of his cock.

He sighs in appreciation as you wrap your lips around the tip, tongue going down to lick at the bottom of the head, smiling to yourself when you feel him twitch.

You open your mouth up for him and give him the okay to start fucking your throat, tucking your thumb under your fingers and squeezing to help your gag reflex.

Matthew’s hands find their way into your hair, using your head as his own sex doll, thrusting steadily and hitting the back of your throat everytime. He leans his head back and groans, the guttural sound sending shivers down your spine.

Pulling your head off of him, he gives you a small break to catch your breath, admiring the way your face is already covered in spit.

“Who’s pretty whore are you?” He coos, wiping a tear with his thumb.

“I’m your whore, I’m your filthy slut, Sir,” you gasp, hands clenching into fists in your lap.

“And what the fuck is my name?” Matthew spits, muffling your answer by thrusting his cock back into your mouth, holding your nose to his stomach for a few moments before pulling you back by your hair.

“Sorry, couldn’t catch that, pet. What is my name?” He whispers, tugging your hair back so you make eye contact with him.

“Sir,” you choke out, spit drooling down your chin.

Matthew squeezes your cheeks together and leans forward to spit down your throat, holding your mouth and nose closed before muttering out,

“Swallow.”

You do so immediately, looking up at him with watering eyes before he releases you, opening your mouth to check.

“Pathetic,” he sighs, pushing his cock back into your mouth. You gag slightly around him, trying to pull for a second, but Matthew just pushes you farther back down, ignoring your whine of protest.

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t want this. You deserve to be punished, nasty girl,” he scoffs, tapping your cheeks with his fingers. You hollow your cheeks in response and he sucks in a sharp breath, moaning lowly, “Mmm, just like that.”

He allows you to take control, slurping up and down his cock while tracing patterns with your tongue. Eventually, he pulls you off, wiping your face with a face rag.

“Such a messy little thing. Get up on the bed, face down, ass up,” he demands, pulling you up by your arm.

Stumbling to comply with his directions, you slide yourself up onto your forearm, tucking your head down as you arch your ass back, exposing your dripping core to Matthew.

He takes a moment to look at your shaking body, all splayed out from him, miles of bare skin for him to explore. Unable to help himself, he slaps your ass with both his hands, forcing your chest deeper into the mattress as you groan.

“That feels good, huh, princess?” He asks, sneaking his thumb down to rub at your clit.

“Fuck, yes,” you choke out, biting your lip as he slides a finger inside of you, curling it towards himself before pulling it all the way out and joining it with another.

“So tight for me,” he groans, pressing his two fingers deep inside you, finding that extra fleshy spot with ease and digging into it, pulling moans out of you that you didn’t know were possible.

“I’m not gonna last, Sir,” you cry, legs shaking as you fight off your creeping orgasm, stomach tightening as your pussy begins to flutter around his fingers.

“You can and you will,” Is all you hear before a hand pushes your head deeper into the mattress, feeling his fingers start to go faster.

“Sir!” Your eyes roll backwards into your head as you feel his thumb speed up around your clit.

Strangled gasps and moans are all that come from you as your whole body begins to quiver, toes curled under and hips jerking as Matthew spits on your heat, tears falling down as you scream in desperation.

“Cum,” Matthew grunts, pulling his fingers out and replacing it with his cock in one smooth thrust, beginning to fuck you quickly automatically as you writhe underneath him.

You sob into the pillow in relief as you cum HARD on him, walls tightening as your clit vibrates underneath him, your hole swallowing him as he thrusts faster and faster.

“Fuck,” Matthew drawls out, slapping your ass once and breathily laughing at your moan. “Keep coming, baby. You’re such a good little cockslut. God, you feel so fucking tight around me.”

One hand grips your hips as he moves to put his weight on you, reaching around with his hand to lift your throat up to look at him.

“Oh, baby, doesn’t that feel so good,” he moans, rolling his hips steadily into yours.

You blank out for a sec, tongue falling out of your mouth in response, allowing him to let his spit fall into your mouth, closing your eyes happily.

A slap to the face wakes you up, immediately whining at the new pressure on your stomach.

“Where are you, puppy? Can’t take me, is that it?” He taunts in your ear, biting the lobe harshly.

“N-No, I can, Sir. Fuck,” your voice cracks and Matthew’s hips stutter at the high-pitched whine that accompanies your shaking hips.

“You gonna come again on my cock, pretty girl?” He coos, wrapping you up entirely in his arms as he fucks into you at a brutal pace, matching the speed with his thumb on your clit.

“Yes, Sir,” you choke out, turning your head to look at him.

His hair flops in front of his face, sweat pinning some to his forehead. His swollen lips are bright red and shiny, not to mention his eyes looking at you as if you were straight out of a fairytale.

“Come, sweet girl. Come right fucking now on my cock, I want to feel you pulsing around me, mm, just like that,” Matthew moans into your ear, watching as you immediately come undone at his words, screaming with what air you have left as your body feels like it’s been shocked with how strong your orgasm is. Each of your nerves feel like lightening as you cum, hips stuttering in his hand. You feel him twitch inside you and groan deeply, feeling completely owned from head to toe.

“Good girl,” he draws out, slowing his pace down as the two of you ride out your orgasms.

Pulling out of you gently, he shushes you’re whine of protest and immediately turns you over, removing your wrists from the make shift handcuffs.

“Sorry, baby, these are a little red,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head before pulling your limp body into his chest, holding you close to him so your head falls onto his chest as you try and come back to life. Opening your mouth up slightly, you look up at him and he absolutely melts under you, placing his thumb inside your mouth.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Y/N, always make me feel so good. I love you so much, little one. Wanna come back and give me a kiss?” Matthew takes his time stroking your back with one hand and your cheekbone with the other.

You hum slightly around his digit and he feels you bite him lightly, making him scrunch his nose up and let out a quiet, “Hey!”

You let Matthew’s thumb fall from your mouth to wrap your arms around his neck, trying to snuggle your face deeper into his neck.

“Hi, pretty baby. You feeling okay?” He asks with nothing but kindness and a need to care for you behind his voice.

You nod along his shoulder and take a deep breath in, shakily exhaling.

He waits for you to pull away from the hug before taking your face in his hands and examining you properly, making sure he didn’t go to rough. Finding you sleepily blitzed out and satiated fills his body with ease, allowing him to kiss your bitten lips softly.

“Tired,” you sigh, tracing his cheek with your thumb.

“Yeah, I know; sweet girl. We gotta go pee and then can go in the bath,” he gasps, smiling widely to make you giggle in his lap. “Does that sound okay, puppy?”

You smile to yourself at the pet name, feeling warm and fuzzy as you nod, letting him pick you up and place you on the toilet while he begins to draw the bath.

He helps you step into the bath before settling himself behind you, allowing the two of you to relax before he begins washing your hair.

He holds his hand above your forehead to make sure the water doesn’t get in your eyes, a gesture so small but so meaningful that it brings tears to your eyes.

Matthew notices this right away, stopping scrubbing the shampoo in your hair to tilt your jaw at him, smiling at your soft face.

“What’s going on?” He sweetly asks, rubbing your back slowly as his eyes scan you up and down, brain going a million miles an hour to make sure you’re okay. You shake your head and sniffle, pushing your air out to say,

“Just love you a lot.”

Matthew swallows deeply and feels his heart clench a little. The overwhelming feeling of being able to take care of you while being the one breaking you down takes over him and he kisses your forehead, leaving his lips there for a while.

“Love you so much, angel. How was that for you? You were so so perfect, Y/N,” He rushes out.

You smile at his sneaky way of getting you to keep talking and treating you like a flower at the same time. “So good, baby. Make me feel like a queen.”

“Good,” Matthew says, kissing your shoulder before continuing washing your hair and your body, rubbing you down softly with a damp cloth.

He brushes the cloth lightly over your pussy, legs twitching in oversensitivity. You suck in air harshly, looking at his eyes as he leans in, just wiping you down fully before removing the towel.

“Too much,” you sigh, shaking your head at him.

“Mkay, my queen,” he teases, and you smile, tilting your head down to hide your blush.

He helps you out of the bath, into pajamas, and back into bed, slotting himself behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist, holding you impossibly close.

“Thank you for that, my love,” Matthew sighs, tracing circles on your arm.

“Of course, baby. Always happy to be your little bitch,” you nonchalantly say, grinning to yourself when his hips thrust against you minutely.

“Naughty girl,” he tuts, biting your ear quickly.

PHEW ! is anyone else sweating or is that just me. anyways, i hope that works !! asks are open and i’d love prompts, it might take me a bit to get to them but i promise it’ll be worth it. - lana

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gubler-me-up · 4 years

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Boo’s and Ghoul’s (MGG request)

Request: hi !! can i request a mgg imagine where it’s halloween night and him and the reader are watching horror movies while eating candy, and it’s all just fluff? thank you for ur time !! :D

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! We’re like a month away from Halloween and I love spooky season as much as the next person, so this request was fun to write! I was gonna do a double upload with this and Ace, but it never happened because I take 10 years to write a sentence smh (But it’s still Saturday in some places so this is kinda like a double upload am i right? 👁👅👁) Enjoy!!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Pure Halloween fluff

Content warning: None, maybe spookiness if you’re not bout that life

Word count: 1.1k

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Spending Halloween night indoors was the equivalent to Valentine’s Day for Matthew. He was so ecstatic to spend the night cuddling you while watching classic horror movies and eating an endless amount of candy. When October rolled around it was as if a new light sparked in Matthew. Brighter than the light he already was.

You dumped a bag of a classic mix of various popular chocolates into a one of Matthew’s handmade jack-o-lantern bowl. One of the first things he told you when you met he liked doing Halloween arts and crafts the most during the spooky season. You expected to see one or two creations, but were welcomed with at least 30 different Halloween themed crafts when he finally showed you his collection.

“Y/N, do you wanna watch Friday the Thirteenth or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?” You heard Matthew yell from the living room.

“Do you have The Evil Dead?” You asked

“Oh boy, you bet I do,” he said with the utmost excitement.

You giggled to yourself as you threw the empty candy bag in the trash. You went over to his huge pantry to take out a bag of popcorn. You then went to the cabinet to grab the handcrafted Frankenstein bowl he had made. As you turned around, you were greeted with an unpleasant surprise.

“Boo!” Matthew yelled.

You were so caught off guard you dropped the bowl on the ground and it shattered. You squeezed your eyes hoping it wasn’t broken, but when you opened them you saw it was shattered into large glass pieces. You looked back up at Matthew hoping he wasn’t mad you broke his art. To your surprise, he was stifling a hardy laugh.

“Y/N, if you’re this jumpy now, how do you expect to survive watching a series of horror movies?” He laughed.

“The jump scares will be in front of me and not behind me,” you responded.

He let out a booming laugh as he bent down to start picking up the pieces of the bowl. You bent down to help him as you still felt bad for what you did even if he didn’t mind. Before you picked up anything, he stopped your hand. You looked at him confused. He greeted your confused look with a smile.

“It was my fault. How about you get yourself comfortable on the couch as I clean this up?” He said.

“You sure?” You asked.

He nodded. “Of course. I want your nerves settled before we start The Evil Dead.”

You giggled as you got up from the ground. You walked over to the counter where the bowl of candy was resting. You made sure to pick it up carefully before part two of the bowl dropping incident occurred. You walked into the living room to get yourself comfortable on the couch.

You looked around the living room which was decorated to the brim with Halloween decorations. You couldn’t help but admire it every time you walked in or through the area. Bats hanging from the ceiling, carved pumpkins on the fireplace, a skeleton in the corner; it was the real deal.

You placed the bowl beside you as you went to the VCR player. Matthew borrowed his mom’s so you two could watch the VHS originals of the horror movies he collected. He said doing this made for a satisfying viewing experience. He hasn’t been wrong about anything Halloween yet. You saw the VHS for The Evil Dead on the floor and decided to get the movie started at least after all your mess.

You popped in the VHS and scooted back. You didn’t see the main menu appear on the screen. You sighed and laughed to yourself. You didn’t even turn on the T.V. You grabbed the remote and turned it on just to see a horrific face of a zombie-like girl appear on the screen. Out of natural instinct, you screamed out of shock.

You heard Matthew run into the living room. You quickly turned around to see him standing with a ghost bowl full of popcorn. He looked at you in shock and confusion. He then looked at the screen and saw what made you scream in such horror. He let out an uncontrollable laugh as he saw the girl on the T.V.

“I meant to rewind it from the last time I watched it. I’m so sorry you had to be greeted like that,” he said.

He walked over to you and placed the bowl on the coffee table. He took your hands to help you off the ground as he still laughed at your embarrassingly easily scared personality. He gave you a quick peck on the lips before leading you back over to the couch to sit.

“Thanks for helping set up this indoor spookfest, Y/N. For all your brave work I promise to protect you from any ghoul’s,” he said while rewinding the VHS.

“How kind of you, good sir. I don’t want to be dropping bowls on monsters toes now would I,” you said.

He laughed and pressed play when he finished rewinding the movie. He went over to the lights to turn them off. He walked back over to the coffee table and pulled out the lighter from his pocket to light the three candles. The scent of apple spiced cinnamon hit your nose and it felt as if you were in a dream. The Halloween fantasy was fully complete.

He took his place beside you and patted his lap while giving you his signature warm stare. You obliged and placed yourself on his lap with your back against his chest. You reached your hand in the candy bowl to take out a Kit-Kat. You opened it and placed one tiny bar in Matthew’s mouth. He smiled at you as he accepted your gift offering.

“Do you think if I offered a monster some candy, they would leave me alone,” you joked.

He chuckled. “Most monsters, but not vampires.”

“Vampires? Why wouldn’t a vampire leave me alone?” You asked.

You felt him kiss up your shoulder and then lightly sink his canines into the crook of your neck. You let out a slight gasp before giggling along with him. You looked down at him as he took his teeth’s grip off of you.

“Vampires like you too much to just leave you alone,” he said.

“In my books, vampires are just up my alley,” you said.

You kissed him and could taste the air of chocolate in his mouth which made the kiss extra sweet. Both of you then decided it was time to crackdown on paying attention to the movie instead of each other. After all, it was going to be a long, spooky night ahead for you both as you enjoyed each other’s company and endless Halloween treats.

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spookydrreid · 3 years

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City Walk

Pairing: MGG x fem!Reader

Summary: buying a house in the town of Salem, Massachusetts requires walks with the man of your dreams.

Content warnings: food mentions, talks of witchcraft& the Salem witch trials, coffee mentions, buying a house (?). [let me know if I missed anything]

Word Count: 1.2k

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Buying a house is terrifying. Buying a house with the love of your life is even more terrifying. Strictly for the fact that it was a huge step in a relationship. However, as we set the last piece of silverware in the drawer, I’d never felt more content with my life.

For Matthew, this was house number three. For me, this was house number one. Our house. When we talked about moving in, I had mentioned that I wanted to live in a place with seasons. While winter isn’t my favorite thing ever, fall was something I loved. Sweaters, pumpkins and colourful leaves galore. It made me happy, and all Matthew wanted was to see me happy.

“Perfect. This place absolutely perfect,” I mutter as I bumped the drawer closed with my hip.

He laughs and kisses my cheek, “it’s because you decorated it.”

I turn in his arms, nuzzling into his chest and wrapping my arms around his waist. He smells like cinnamon, old books and home. “No. It’s because it is ours. Because we get to live here together.” I pick my head up and smile at the man of my dreams.

“Would you like to go explore the town we live in?” He asks as he kisses my forehead. I nod and squeeze him, something I do when I feel overwhelmed with love. It’s the feelings of loving him so much I was to kill him? But not literally.

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Fall in Massachusetts was something everyone in their lives needed to see. Though, most travel to New Hampshire. Massachusetts had its own beauty that begged to be seen, appreciated. Salem had history that thrived in the fall months, mixed with pretty fall leaves, made for a great day.

We started with coffee, going to one of the local coffee shops in town center. It was cute, a quaint little shop that was filled with locals looking for an afternoon pick me up. The gray clouds slowly being swallowed by the sun.

I help my hot coffee in one hand, Matthews in the other as we left. He had yet to be stopped by anyone and I found it a little strange. But it was midweek and school was in session. I wasn’t going to question it, nor was I going to jinx it. It was rare we got an outing where it was simply me and him.

I looped my arm with his as we walked, my head resting on his shoulder as we took a side road, the wind starting pick up slightly. October in Salem was a busy month, more so on the weekends, but it didn’t stop people from skipping work and school to visit.

“This is one of the old cemeteries,” Matthew says when we pass the iron gates. The stones are old and weathered. A chill runs down my spine as we pass, it’s almost as if I can feel the sadness that lurks.

Salem, Massachusetts was home to the Salem Witch Trials. You know, where two little girls accused people of being witches and then got their friends involved. And also how everyone just believed them because they had money? Yeah, that. And while the story is incredibly true, and incredibly sad, the little town loves the history. Not in a weird way. Just in a ‘this happened here and we wont let it happen again’ way. It was one of the many reasons that I wanted to live here.

“This is the memorial. The name of all those killed are etched into the stone seats. There is one for each person.” He says as we walk closer. And he’s right. Each stone seat has the persons name, how they died, and their death date. Flowers are laid at each stone from guests, some leaving prayers and notes for the dead.

I scrunch my nose, “it’s sad. All because two girls ate some bad bread.” It makes him laugh but he quickly covers it with a cough. He never wants to be disrespectful, that’s not in his character, but I joke when I’m uncomfortable and he knows that.

He pulls me towards the house that sits on the land. It’s small, he has to duck so he doesn’t hit his head. There are, realistically, two rooms besides the kitchen and sitting area. I think about the house we just moved in to. You could fit three of this size home into ours. I’m grateful.

“These beds don’t look all that comfortable,” I whisper to him.

He smiles just a little, “we have definitely made improvements in the mattress game over the past 300 or so years.”

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We paid our respects to those who were killed wrongly before deciding to do a little shopping. Salem capitalized on what happened there. And I loved it. Respectfully of course. The shops were named after witches, or the earth.

“This one!” I point to a little crystal store, taking his hand and pulling him in with me. It was empty but I felt at home there. The crystals shined in the lights that shown on them. “Look how pretty this one is!” I held up a quartz in the shape of a cat.

He took it from me, examining it closely “very beautiful. But not as beautiful as you.” I feel my face heat up at that. He loved to compliment me, let me know every day how much he loved me and how much he appreciated me. No man ever made me feel like he did. He loved me and he made it known.

“Ever the gentleman,” I purr at him. I decide to buy it, finding it would look beautiful in the house.

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We ate lunch at this small restaurant. The food absolutely delicious. And then we decided it was time for a walk. We lived by the river, something he wanted more than anything. I couldn’t lie, seeing the sun set over the river was something I’d never get used too.

He held my hand, his warming my cold fingers from the autumn air. The beautiful red and orange sky reflecting from the water and on to his face. It’s beautiful. He is beautiful.

“Thank you,” I mutter, breaking the silence.

I fell his eyes on me and my suspicions are confirmed when I look up, “for what, bunny?”

“Loving me. Being you. Giving me this opportunity.” It isn’t lost on me that this opportunity is only because my lover is rich. One that most wont be able to have.

He kisses the back of my hand, “of course. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else but my bunny”

I smile at my little nickname and look out onto the lake, the wind nipping at my skin. The lake is full of color from the setting sun and the beautiful leaves that have fallen. I felt like I belonged here. But if I’m being honest, so long as he is with me, I would feel like I belonged anywhere.

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