#mgg prompt

[hereforhalstead]

I literally fantasise for hours each day about being mggs girlfriend whilst he’s at a convention or something

Like cm are doing a panel and he’s doing a surprise guest appearance but he wants you there with him so you’re stood at the side of the stage for encouragement and he’s so protective over you from how busy it is and everyone is commenting on how cute you are together 😭😭

[reidmotif]

For the Love of Lace

Summary: Reader decides she doesn't want to pine for her best friend, Spencer, anymore, but still needs his help deciding what lingerie to wear for her upcoming date.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: breast and nipple play, fingering (r!receiving), lingerie talk, unprotected penetrative sex, no implied breast size, couch sex, best friends to lovers, possessive Spencer

Word Count: 3.7k

Masterlist

Pining for your best friend definitely has its lows. There’s a certain sense of pathetic-ness that comes about when your friend is simply speaking, and your mind is occupied with the yearning to bridge the gap of distance between you two, and kiss them senseless. I think perhaps the biggest low that I’d hit, however, in the two years I’d been pining for Spencer Reid was the sexual frustration that came with being unable to see myself with anyone else. 

I’d never meant for it to play out like this. I thought it was an innocent crush, a byproduct of all the time we’d managed to spend with each other divulging into our personal lives and sharing the ordinary comings of the day together. However, there came a point where I looked at him and could see my future laid out so perfectly with him. A future of love, and laughter, and God, so much sex.  And no matter what I’d tried, the thought was too good to let go. 

It didn’t help that not only was he oblivious, he clearly didn’t return my affections. There were no signs of longing that I could deduce from his actions, and I’d decided to be reasonable about this. His actions were always remnant of a good friend, but a lover? No. There were no longing stares. No stolen brushes of fingers, or hushed whispers. It seemed that anything romantic about our relationship only emanated from my fantasies of what I wish we could be. 

And so here I was, unable to get past the mental block of wanting anyone as much, and it’d resulting in a long, exasperating two-year stint of celibacy. And Jesus, did it show. The tiniest thing Spencer did would set me off in a frenzy, and it left me feeling nearly perverted at a certain point. There’d been a day that he ran his finger down a page, attempting to locate a passage to display to me and all I could think about was how badly I wanted that finger in me. My mouth. Me. Anything. And then I realized I was lusting over my best friend’s hand, and considered the possibility of this being a serious problem on my end. 

My only block to getting laid was my own self.  And I certainly didn’t relish in the debauchery I’d clearly stooped low enough to indulge in, and so it was decided. This Valentine’s Day? I wasn’t going to watch rom-coms and wonder if Spencer and I could ever have a happy ending like them.

 I was going to man up, and go on a date. Easier said than done. 

I’d found the date, that bit was easy enough. Trying to find someone to hook-up with on Valentine’s Day is like trying to find sand on a beach. Plentiful and simple. 

What wasn’t easy? Feeling ready for it. I hadn’t been like that with anyone for nearly two years, and found myself worrying that my sexual skills had deteriorated with lack of practice, even though the thought was rooted in some ridiculous notions about myself. I knew that logically the sex would be fine, and hopefully, exactly what I needed to get over Spencer, but still. I wanted to ensure the best possible experience. 

I found myself going through the motions of date preparation. A manicure and pedicure. A facial. I even bought a fancier perfume to wear the night of. And of course, a trip to procure some new lingerie for the night. 

I’d always been indecisive, and with the choices presented in the shop, I found myself overwhelmed. I’d decided and picked up 3 possible pieces, and instead of determining between them whilst buying, I bought all of them, with the intention that I’d be able to make a choice in the comfort of my own home. 

Except now, it’d been a week, my date was tomorrow, and I still couldn’t figure out what would work for me. All three were equally as appealing, but which one was the best? The question haunted me, and continued to  haunt me as Spencer and I hung out. Despite my date tomorrow, I’d promised to keep up our tradition of binging episodes of Star Trek on Friday night together, except my head was clearly elsewhere, which he quickly noticed. 

Damn profiler best friend. 

“Alright, what’s up with you?” Spencer asks, reaching for the remote and pausing on some random frame of Spock’s face, the show taking less precedence than my lack of attention. 

I sigh apologetically, quirking my mouth to the side. “I’m sorry, Spence.” I say, taking a deep breath. “Just a lot on my mind.” 

Spencer tilts his head, his expression a little more worried. “Something important?” 

I shake my head quickly, not wanting to disclose the reasoning for my distraction tonight. Especially to him, considering my date tonight had the sole purpose of me getting over the man currently sat to my right. 

“No, no.” I say, softly. “Just.. stuff.” I voiced, quickly.

“Stuff?” Spencer inquires. 

“Stuff.” I affirm. 

Now it’s his turn to sigh, making a slight groaning noise whilst he did so. “Come on. I’ve known you for years. I know there’s something on your mind, and it’s clearly distracting you, so.. Please? Tell me?” He asks, giving me those eyes. A look that would make anyone weak in the knees. 

I find myself hesitating, and bite my lip, and in the end, it’s the way he’s looking at me that does me in. I opt to stay vague, but give him a bit more insight into my wandering thoughts. 

“My date tomorrow? I don’t know what to wear.” I say, shrugging. “It’s not very important, but I want to make it work, you know?” I continue. 

“Why don’t you just show me your dress then?” Spencer inquires. “I’m not a fashion expert, but it’s not like I’m unable to have taste.” 

I laugh a little self consciously, shaking my head quickly. “Oh no, no. It’s not a dress. It’s okay, Spencer. I couldn’t ask you to do that for me.” 

“Shoes? C’mon! I’m your best friend. I’d do anything for you.” He protests, coming closer to me now. 

“Not shoes.” I say, still shaking my head. “And no! I mean, seriously. There are some things you can’t do for me, and it’s fine. I’m fine.” 

“Jewelry? Hair? Makeup?” He implores continuously. “I’m all ears.” 

I realize there’s no way in hell he’s ever going to let this go, so I blurt out with little thought, “It’s lingerie!” 

He goes a bit quiet in thought, and then raises an eyebrow. “And that poses a problem?” He asks, softly. 

I blink a little. Yes. Of course that’s  a problem. I love you so much that it makes me feel weak, and I can’t be even more vulnerable in front of you. Not like that. 

But instead I shrug, running my hands through my hair. 

“I just.. Wouldn’t that be weird?” I say, hesitantly. 

“Not really.” Spencer replies, nonchalantly. “You’re my best friend. And I want to help you in any way I can. Nakedness doesn’t really bother me, and if it doesn’t bother you, I’d love to help you decide.” 

“Spencer..” I mumbled, still incredibly hesitant. 

“I’m your best friend!” Spencer articulates. “And logically, I can provide you with insight that only another guy could give.” He points out. “In a purely platonic, and logical sense.” 

I had to give him credit for that. It’s true. Spencer did have insight that none of my friends could provide, and I’d always entrusted him in helping me make decisions for myself and my life. And honestly, it was starting to get suspicious with how much I’d been objecting to this. The man had helped me decide bikinis, clubbing dresses- this couldn’t be any more different, could it? 

“Okay. Okay. Fine.” I give him a resigned nod, getting off the couch. “Alright. Wait here.”

He plants himself more firmly on the couch, his eyes trained on where I’d disappeared into my room, rummaging through the shopping bag until I’d found the first lingerie piece. 

It was a simple black lace bra and matching panties. The bottoms were a bit cheekier than a normal pair of underwear, and my legs were on display in full. My hair framed my pushed-up breasts, and I looked at myself in the mirror, slightly self-conscious at the fact that I was about to present myself this way to Spencer. 

How did I get into this mess? 

I slowly twist the doorknob, calling out to him. “Spencer! I’m coming out with the first one.” 

“I’m here.” is his reply, and I know he’s waiting, and so I slowly push open the door and come out in the light, a little more in his view. I give a half-hearted 360 degree turn, and look at him. 

“So?” I ask, my eyes finally meeting his, but the sight I’m met with is a lot different than the one I’m expecting. He’s slightly red in the face, his hands fidgeting in his lap- quite different from the more composed version I’d seen of him. 

“Is there something wrong?” I ask, quickly, feeling even more vulnerable as I stood there, half naked in front of a blushing man. 

“No, no!” He sputters. “I’m sorry. This is normal.” He gulps a bit and gives me a quick once over. “Sorry, I’ll be normal.” He clears his throat again and nods more definitively. “This one is nice. It’s simple.” He replies, as diplomatically as I’ve heard him. “Black works well with your skin and hair, and I feel like it brings out your eyes.” 

I nod, biting my lip. “Anything I could do to make it.. more than nice?” I queried. 

He narrows his eyes in thought.  “It’s already really, really nice, but I feel like stockings, or even a garter would even the attention from your breasts, more to your legs- which already look really nice, by the way.” 

It's my turn to blush and I nod quickly. “Stockings, got it.” I say. I blow out a breath of air. “One down, two to go.” I say, absentmindedly. 

“Better go back and try the other two, then.” Spencer says, with a smile. 

I attempt to return his smile and disappear back into my room, putting on the next piece. It was red, and a bit more showy than my previous piece. It was a criss-cross, cut-out lingerie. Lines of maroon fabric danced around my skin in a way that exposed the curve of my breasts, and connected to a simple, red thong. I walked out quicker than last time, a little less nervous now that the initial nervousness of appearing naked in front of him had faded. 

Despite my nervousness fading, it seemed like his had only increased. I’d only caught a glimpse of it in my hurried departure from my room to his line of sight, but had he.. been adjusting his crotch area?

 No. No. I mean, maybe he was turned on, but that was a completely normal reaction to a half-naked girl in front of a man. To my knowledge, Spencer hadn’t dated anyone in 2 years either, so it was completely possible he also had pent-up desires. This was normal. Spencer Reid did not feel the same way for me, not in the same way as I did for him. 

He quickly looks up and his hands are by his side in record speed. “This one is.. Wow.” He marvels, his eyes boring into my body. “Your breasts. They look great.” 

I can’t help the giggle that escapes me, a part of me secretly delighted that even if this was friendly, Spencer was enamored with my body in the way I’d always wished he would be. 

“Was that too much?” Spencer questions, upon hearing my laugh. “I’m only being honest. Your breasts look nice in this one. My eyes immediately went there with this piece.” 

I smile. “No, no. That’s what I need from you, anyway. That’s what I want my date to do too, anyway.” I say, dismissing his worries. 

“Right. Your date.” He says, curtly. 

I raise an eyebrow at the snippy reply, but don’t think much of it. “So.. the last one then?” 

“Yep. The last one.” 

“Right..” I mumble, going back to my room, slightly confused by the sudden change in demeanor, but ready to get this over with nonetheless. 

The last piece was a lot more revealing, in the sense that my nipples were exposed from the get-go with this one. A lavender slip, with transparent lace covering the breasts, and the silky fabric stopping right below my crotch. It was a bit more daring, but I still enjoyed the way it framed my curves, my hips, and my breasts. I wondered what Spencer would think, and out of modesty, I placed both my hands over my nipples, wanting to show the lingerie without fully exposing myself to him. 

I walk out, and this time, his gaze is intense. More so than I’d ever seen him in our years of friendship. 

“Spence..?” I ask, when he’s silent for a beat too long.

“Turn around.” He says, firmly, and I find myself listening instantly, baring my back to him, and no doubt he’s focusing on the way the fabric wrapped around my ass, leaving me slightly flustered and more on display than I’d ever felt tonight. 

“Spencer? Come on. Say something. Feeling a bit like cattle right now.” I voice, laughing a little nervously.

When I hear his voice again, I nearly jump out of my skin because he’s right behind me, his hands ghosting across my bare shoulders. 

“Don’t go.” He whispers, his hot breath fanning around my neck, sending shivers up my spine. 

I’m too nervous to turn around, so I keep my hands planted firmly on my breasts and murmur out my confusion. 

“What?” 

“Don’t go.” He repeats, more firmly this time, and I can feel his hand moving to grip my hip, orienting me to face him. “Please.” 

“Why not?” I ask, softly, my eyes wide as I try to read his expression. His pupils were dilated to the size of saucers, and I could feel his hands moving to cup my face, bringing us even closer. 

“I’d be an idiot to have not at least tried.” He whispers. “I’m sorry for doing this now. I’m sorry if this ruins everything. But I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try.” 

I feel my confusion bubbling up, my eyebrows furrowing a little bit. “Why.. what is this? Is this because of the lingerie?” I ask, my lips parting slightly. 

“No. God no.” I can see him emphatically shaking his head at my rumination. “This has been coming for a long time.” He murmurs. “I thought I could ignore it, but I can’t. I can’t physically stand the thought of someone worshiping you the way I’d like to.” He rasps out, and I feel my heart jump, my breath coming out faster. 

When I’m silent, unable to respond,  his fingers run across my lips. “Can I kiss you?” He whispers. 

I nod, and it’s like he’s been waiting all night, and then some. His grip on my face tightens and he brings me in for a searing, earth-shattering kiss. His lips move over mine desperately, and I feel his grip shifting to bring my hands off my breasts, and to replace them with his own, his hands now pawing and squeezing at the flesh, which draws a soft moan from me. 

He throws his head back at the noise, leaning to kiss my neck. “Fuck yes.” He mumbles, seemingly goaded on by the noises slipping through my lips. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He groans out, to no one in particular, just wanting to get the words out there somehow. 

I nod rapidly, and his hands are on my hips again, guiding me to the couch and laying me down. I move easily in his grasp,  a slight gasp escaping me as he climbs on top. His thumb goes to graze my jaw, leaning in for another kiss. It’s less rushed this time, slow and passionate. His tongue darts out to swipe over my bottom lip, and I open my mouth easily for him, reveling in the sweetness of how he tasted. 

He breaks off the kiss and moves down, kissing my breast between the lace. His tongue goes out to wet the fabric, and I’m arching my back at the sensation of the rough lace and the warm wetness now rubbing against the sensitive skin.

“You taste so good.” He mumbles. “God. Why did I wait so long?” 

“No clue.” I whimper out, desperately. “But don’t stop.” 

“I’m not stopping.” He says, gruffly, moving to bunch up the fabric of the slip until it pooled around my waist, exposing my dripping cunt to him. 

“I can’t stand the thought of another man touching you like this.” He whispers, his finger running up and down my wet folds, causing me to moan out needily. 

“Shh, shh, baby.” He murmurs. “You’ll get what you want soon enough.” 

Without warning, he easily slides two fingers inside me, and I can’t help but wonder if he was made for me. Given the way he effortlessly reached that spongy spot so deep inside me, I was compelled to say yes. The action prompted me to release a string of desperate moans and whimpers, increasing in octave with every second he pumped the digits in and out of me. 

“Yeah, you like that?” He mumbles, almost entranced with the way my cunt was sucking him in, tightening around his finger with each second he continued. 

“Yes. Yes, oh God.” I moan out, my eyes squeezing shut. 

“Open your eyes.” he demands, his thumb now darting out to rub harsh, tight circles on my clit. “I want to see your face when you come on my fingers.” 

My eyes snap open, and I can’t help it when I release another moan and feel my orgasm absolutely shred through me. My hips raise in an attempt to move off Spencer’s fingers, but he manages to follow my movement, nursing me through my orgasm, and watching every second of it. 

When it's over, he removes his finger and brings it up to his lips, sensually tasting my release right in front of me, never breaking eye contact- and the sight itself makes me need him all over again. 

I pull him in by the collar of his shirt, and my hands move to remove his buttons, wanting to feel his skin on mine. He laughs a bit and admonishes me, removing my shaky fingers. 

“Let me.” He mumbles, leaning back between my spread legs, and removing the clothing, before moving to his belt. 

I bite my lip as he hovers over me, and kiss him again. I can’t get enough of him. He’s all I wanted for so long, and here he is- mirroring my desire in the way I’d always hoped he would. 

“No man-” He breathes out, in between kisses, “could do this for you.” 

I nod in affirmation, continuing to kiss him. No argument there. 

“No man deserves to.” He adds, possessively, and it’s enough to make me clench around nothing, and I know at that point I’m more desperate for him than I had been the whole night. 

“Spence, please.” I groan out. “Need you.” 

He understands immediately and wastes no time, pulling himself out from his boxers, giving himself a few tugs before pushing inside of me, groaning as he feels my warm, wet walls grasp onto his cock. 

He remains there for a second, allowing me to adjust to his size. When he looks at my face again, and I nod, he starts to move, pulling out until only his tip remains inside of me, before slamming in. My jaw drops in a silent scream, and my hands go to grip his shoulders, and with the confirmation I was enjoying myself, he set on a ruthless pace, snapping his hips over, and over again, until I was reduced to a babbling mess in front of the man. 

He’s all I can feel at this point. His hands on my breasts, my hips, before he eventually rests both hands on either side of me and envelops me in his being. I can smell him, and the familiar scent only serves to tighten the coil in my stomach, reminding me that this was someone I’d loved so deeply for so long. Someone who was interwoven into the fiber of my being, and I know this is all I want, and all I’ll ever want. 

As we both feel our releases coming on at an alarming pace, he leans up to kiss me one more time, moaning against my mouth. I feel myself whimper before I feel my walls contract around his cock, my orgasm causing my back to arch even closer to him. The clamping of my cunt seems to drive him to finish too, and a warmth fills my deepest point as he groans into my ear, pulling out and lying against me. The two of us are panting, sweat sticking to both of our bodies and hair, lost in the post-sex haze and enjoying the proximity. 

He kisses my jaw and I giggle out and give a soft moan. “God.” I whisper. 

“Yeah.” He murmurs against my skin, and I can feel his smile. “Are you canceling your date then?” He says, a slight bit of glee in his voice. 

I giggle a little, finding his delight adorable and endearing. “Yes, Spencer. Obviously.” I murmur. 

“Good.” He whispers, laying his head on my chest. There’s a lull of quiet as my hands stroke through his hair, smoothing it out from our illicit activities just a moment ago. I can hear his grin as he breaks the silence. 

“Guess you could say I liked this piece the best.” 

hiii!! omg. this took a while. yes this is more of a valentines day fic and its a bit late but hey!! got it out in february. this was actually written for @imagining-in-the-margins new beginnings challenge, so go ahead and check that out when you can. i hope you guys like this one. as usual, please reblog, like, comment, and show your support any way you can. thank you for reading, and i hope it was enjoyable <333 ty ty ty!!

[webbluvrsugar]

hii! i love your work <3

i was wondering if i could request a fic w post-prison spencer meeting a new recruit!reader? like they've heard so many good things abt how he's the team's genius + reader's like a burst of sunshine for spence who just got out of prison and is feeling kinda jaded but the reader fully hypes him up and compliments him like crazy.

feel free to ignore if you don't want to write it! tyty! 🤍

a/n: that is literally sooo cute! Of course! Here you go luv, made it a little bit angsty but I hope you still like it!

PART TWO.

You’re anxious to meet him, you’ve been working on the team for just a few weeks and now, they finally told you that the BAU genius is coming back — they didn’t specify why he’s gone but all you know is that he’s the smartest person you’ll ever know and that you must make a good impression.

“Relax, he’ll like you.” JJ reassures you, one hand smoothing down your shoulder as she stands next to you, the rest of the team is standing in a line to greet him and surprisingly, they trusted you with the task to give him a small gift basket, assorted things like books you’ve never seen before, multiple brands of coffee, a new mug and other stuff they told you he’d like.

“Who wouldn’t? She’s a walking unicorn.” Morgan jokes, the smirk on his face cracks a smile on yours, and when you all hear the ring of the elevator, you stand in silence.

Spencer walks in, slightly surprised with the whole ‘ceremony’ the team put on, the office lights blasting at his eyes before they go down to the pretty thing in the center holding a basket, he says a little “Hi.” and you’re immediately reaching forward, presenting yourself to him.

“I’ve heard a lot of things about you, great things, I mean, I’m just so impressed by your work and I think your way of thinking is just brilliant, I mean, that case in Seattle was so hard to crack and you — you did it in a breeze!” You smile, he slightly smiles back awkwardly, Morgan’s smile widens, after all that time, he’s still the weird nerd people remember. “The team put up this basket for you, I picked things you might like, I didn’t know what brand of coffee you’d like so here’s a bunch of them and there’s also… mugs. Multiple. Ceramic.”

Spencer stands silently, nodding towards you and taking the basket before he nods at the team, walking away to his office. You’re dumbfounded, staring up at the others with a sad frown on your face.

“What—“ you sigh. “What happened? Did I do anything wrong?” You ask, a sad smile peering through your lips.

“Listen, kid, he’s just going through a tough time right now.” Rossi responds, it does nothing to soothe the slight ache in your heart, excitement fading away as fast as it came. “I’m sure he’ll like you.” He adds, doing his best to comfort you. “Was just a tad bit much.”

You stare at Spencer through the window at his office before looking back at the team. “I’m sure he will.” You try to stay optimistic, it’s the best thing you know how to do.

When you look back at Spencer, he’s fumbling around the basket, investigating the books with his long fingers, opening one in his hands and gliding through the pages.

Maybe he will like you after all.

[halamet-chalamet]

#29 for the kisses hehe <3

#29- in relief

Warnings: talk of normal BAU stuff, like murder, gore, stuff like that. Trash writing, and fluff!

Awkward authors note :) Thank you for the request! By the way I just wanted to say… not only are my requests open, but they’re super open. Like so open you don’t even know. Any time of day, my request box? Open.

~~~~~Story time let us begiiiiin~~~~

It’s a well known fact that Doctor Spencer Reid has severe PTSD from his past four years working at the BAU. He’s seen everything. And by that I mean everything. Kidnappings of women, children, pedophiles, etc. The case of the week was a psycho serial killer, right in Quantico. Not only was it uncomfortably close, but so were the victims. They all looked too much like Y/N for Spencer’s liking. The body type, height, weight, hair. It hit a little too close to home. The most recent body they found, on the side of the road, was too much. The woman in her mid- twenties was lying, wrapped in a sheet, mamed, mutilated, and looked like Y/N.

“Spencer?”Emily snapped the genius out of his thoughts.

“Yeah?” He tried acting as normal as possible, hiding the fact that he was panicking, and wanted to go to her apartment and make sure that she was okay. Y/N had to be okay.

The rest of the day went on and Spencer tried to keep his mind on the case. They’ve found the unsub. They have to move in on him, and release the women who he had captured in his little secluded space in the woods.

The victim hadn’t made it out alive. That fact made Spencer’s stomach turn.

“Hey, Reid.” Derek said, while Spencer cleaned up the days work.

“Hello.” He muttered.

“Reid, what’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on I just have to leave.” He replied, trying to slip behind his friend.

“It’s the victims isn’t it. You weren’t the only one who noticed they look like Y/L/N.” Spencer’s breathe caught. He thought he was being subtle but apparently not. “Go see her man! But if you ever need to talk about it you know where to find me.”

With a quick thanks, Spencer was off to Y/N and Penelope’s shared apartment. Longing for her presence.

A knock on the door snapped Y/N out of her thoughts. She wasn’t expecting anyone. She got up to open the door. Before she could greet Spencer he closed the gap between them, caressing her face, but full of passion. When both were out of breathe and broke apart a shocked look took over Y/N.

“Spencer,” but she was cut off.

“I’m sorry. I just,” now it was her turn to cut him off.

“Hard day?” She asked. He nodded in response and walked in to the apartment. Y/N brought him to the couch where he nuzzled into her side, taking in her scent and the fact that she was there, right there next to him. She looked down at him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” There was a long pause.

“All the victims today they, they looked like you. A lot like you. I was afraid, I guess.” Spencer looked into her eyes. Filled with so much love. He was happy that she was safe and happy that she loved him. This time she leaned in to close their gap, soft, and careful. Spencer let out a small sigh of relief.

“I love you Spencer Reid.” She whispered.

“ I-I love you too.” He replied in a barely audible voice. As Spencer started to drift into sleep, Y/N brought down a blanket that was resting at the top of the couch and covered the two of them, (mostly spencer), letting her own eyes droop.

The drooping of her eyes interrupted by stiff led giggles. Peeling her eyes open she looked up to find Penelope and Emily laughing oh so discreetly.

“Look at the poor baby!” Emily pouted teasingly.

“Shhhh he’s sleeping!” Penelope added, doing a worse job at stopping her laugh.

“Guys!” I started. But quickly got cut off by the girls laughing and exaggerated tiptoeing into Penelope’s room.

“They sure know how to be quiet.” Spencer muttered, with a huge grin plastered on his face.

[spiderplanter]

First Date 𐦍༘⋆

Summary- Though it was your first date with Matthew, the chemistry felt electric when you first laid your eyes on him. The rest is history.

Content- Matthew, Reader, fluff, SFW, tickle fic. *keep scrolling if this isn’t your vibe* MDNI⛧

You had been texting Matthew for the last few months, some FaceTime and regular calls here and there. He finally built up the courage to ask you out, without hesitation you said yes.

You wanted everything to be perfect. What am I going to wear, how will I fix my hair, what are we going to do?

All of these questions flowing through your mind simultaneously.

Text Message 5:26pm:

Matthew 🂻

Hello darling, although our destination for tonight is top secret, your finest dining attire shall suffice. Also pack an extra pair of pajamas! -M

You immediately start getting ready and finish touching up your hair and makeup right as he pulls into your driveway. Right before he could knock you swing the door open, scared to make eye contact. For a split second you glance at the ground in fear that he’d be disgusted by the sight of you.

Wow y/n, you absolutely take my breath away. How did I manage to be the luckiest guy on this planet? He said dropping his jaw to the floor and looking you up and down.(respectfully)

Thank you Matthew, might I say you’re very dashing. You reply as you tuck his hair behind his ear and resting your palm on this jaw.

A few seconds pass by just staring into each other’s eyes and appreciating this sweet moment. Blush painting both of your cheeks as question how you could’ve waited so long to finally meet.

How about we get this evening started?

Let’s.

The drive was about thirty minutes. Plenty of time to show off your eerily similar music tastes. Pulling into the parking lot you noticed Matthew had taken you to the fancy new Italian restaurant you’d been going on and on about but reservations were booked for a solid three months.

As you were guided to the table by your host, you took in the stunning private balcony with low warm lighting and an ocean side view. Rose petals scattered across the table and sitting in the center was a bottle of your favorite white wine. Matthew’s attention to small detail kept you swooning over him. How could this man be any more perfect? After the food is ordered you and Matthew start talking about each-others interests and goals.

What are your favorite ways to give and or receive affection? You ask.

Well for starters I like romantic gestures, if you couldn’t tell, haha. Acts of kindness is another, let’s see.. gift giving, affirmations and most importantly, physical touch. I’m a big cuddler. I also like tickling, giving and receiving. Sounds crazy, I know but I just love how it brings people closer together. It’s rather a comfort for me, I hope that’s not too weird.

Not at all, I find that quiet adorable actually. You say giving him a quick poke to the side making Matthew jump back in surprise. As you finish your food and sign the check, you both head back to his car.

Quick question, why did you tell me to pack some pajamas?

I was planning to take you back to my place where I have a movie night set up with all kinds of snacks and the comfiest couch you’ll ever rest on, that of course if it’s okay with you.

What are we waiting for, let’s go!

Walking into his house felt like an alternate reality. Immediately to your left was a big open room with a fluffy green sectional couch, a big screen projector along with two massive book cases racked with hundreds of movies to choose from. The room lit up by purple and pink LED lights and neon signs with a popcorn machine next to a fully stocked snack bar.

As you drop your bag by the door you run over to pick out a movie. My Girl, one of your all time favorite movies. This was the one. You put the DVD into the player and plop down on the couch right next to Matthew. He puts his arm around your shoulders as you scoot closer and lay your head on his collar bone.

Halfway through the movie you subconsciously started fidgeting with Matthew’s shirt and didn’t realize until he started twitching a bit.

Do you need to readjust?

N-no it’s just that you were kind of tickling me and I couldn’t help but move a little.. he replied, a little flustered. You mean like this? You blurted out before you used both hands to attack his sides and ribs.

WAIHAIHAIT NOOOHOHO he screamed throwing his head back, taking it like a champ.

A few minutes passed before you decided to mercifully stop, allowing Matthew to catch his breath. You ran to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. Admiring at how unreal it felt to be so happy and safe in this moment you walk back to the home theatre.

Thank you.

Why are you thanking me?

Well one for the water and two for being open about me liking tickling. Not only did you not judge me for it, but you decided to act on it in a fun way and it was a refreshing experience.

I’m sorry if anyone ever made you feel insecure about such an innocent thing. I love hearing that adorable laugh and seeing the way your nose crinkles when you’re trying to hold it in.

Feeling bold, you pull him in for a kiss. Starting with one on the lips and then one on either of his cheeks. Making your way up to his forehead and down to his jaw and around his neck. Matthew started to giggle so you started to make your pecks sporadic, but only for a second.

Standing up from the couch you tell him to lay down and get comfortable to finish the movie. You lay down in front of him as his arms wrap around your chest as you melt into him as he pulls you in. You turn your head to halfway look at him.

You know I wouldn’t mind getting tickled either..

Hmm.. interesting he replied seemingly intrigued.

When the movie was officially over, you unanimously decided to explore each others likes and dislikes. You didn’t know how such a simple thing as tickling would be a significant part of falling in love with this man but then again you weren’t going to ask questions because you’re perfectly happy right where you are.

[lovemggubler]

to all the genius cm / s.r fic writers,

can someone please write a spencer reid x f! reader au/fic based on we can't be friends by ariana grande. 🥹🙏

please please tag me if ever? thank u <3

[smurphyse]

Next chapter, coming out tonight!🩷

Room 405

Masterlist

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k (bc idk when to shut the fuck up)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sort of a Sugar Daddy!Spencer thing were ramping up to. Filthy porn with plot, choking, daddy kink, collars, slapping, degradation/praise kink, knife play? Not really though at all. Also, bit of angst at the end bc I cannot physically help myself. Part 2 anyone?

***If you choose to read, you're responsible for the content you consume. Don't come at me about it and minors DNI***

You looked forward to Room 405 each week.

Sitting at work, you would pout to yourself and lightly drag your pen up and down your thighs, thinking of all the wondrous things you got up to in that hotel room.

Chains, whips, spankings, anything could happen on Friday nights, 7 pm in Room 405.

📷

You looked forward to Room 405 each week.

Sitting at work, you would pout to yourself and lightly drag your pen up and down your thighs, thinking of all the wondrous things you two got up to in that hotel room.

Chains, whips, spankings, anything could happen on Friday nights, 7 pm in Room 405, and it meant you spent most of your week thinking about it.

Sometimes he would be there, waiting with a dark look in his eyes, a command, and a beckoning hand. Other times, in his place would be a note and a bottle of wine, the tub already filled to the brim with bubbles and a satin-lined box waiting for you on the nightstand.

The last five weeks you had been left with only the notes and boxes of toys and goodies for you to enjoy alone. You had used them vigorously, to say the least, but five weeks without him left you feeling pent up and frustrated.

So, with a little bit of hope in your heart and a throbbing from that needy place below, you slipped on a red teddy with matching panties, garters and stockings, cinched your trench coat tightly over it, and stepped into the cool DC night.

Your perfume surrounded you as you walked, and you smiled to yourself. He better be there this week, or I'm leaving a polaroid for him or the maid to find.

Heads turned to follow you as you walked through the entrance of the hotel. You knew how you looked- long black coat, matching suede thigh highs, skin scrubbed and moisturized to perfection, hair styled and ready to be ruined , just like you.

How he afforded a standing room at this place was beyond you, but he kept it rented just for the two of you and your games. You two were never bothered, never checked in on, always left alone to your own devices unless you ordered room service or a turn down, but he usually waited until you were long gone to do that.

Approaching the door, you took a deep breath. From the little you knew about him, his job often took him away, and when he came back he needed the release. You needed it too, which is why you agreed to this little arrangement in the first place.

Your job was hard, and it often weighed heavily on your shoulders to be in charge and on all the time. Coming here and not having to command, but instead to be good, and listen… it made the rest of your week easier to deal with.

If he wasn't on the other side, at least he'd leave you with something to take the edge off, usually with instructions to follow in ways that always managed to leave you feeling at least somewhat satisfied when he wasn't there.

Taking a deep breath, preparing for disappointment, you slid your keycard into the lock. It chimed and clicked open, so you opened the door and stepped inside.

You couldn't hold back your smile as you laid eyes on him for the first time in over a month. He lounged in one of the suite's plush armchairs, swirling a glass of wine in one hand, holding up his messy head of hair with the other on the armrest.

His black suit was wrinkled, disheveled from whatever it was he had been doing. The top three buttons on his shirt were open, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He looked tired, and you cocked your head and smiled at him.

His eyes were deliciously dark, and you knew as soon as they made contact that you were in for a ride tonight.

"Spencer," you purred as you shut the door behind you.

"Y/N," Spencer grinned at you, his gaze sliding up and down your covered form.

He patted his thigh wordlessly, and your feet carried you over to him without any conscious thought.

You settled on his lap as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. His nose was warm against your neck from the cool air outside, and he breathed in the scent of your perfume.

Spencer tapped your hand with the wine glass, so you slipped your fingers around the stem and took a sip as his began to wander. Palming you through your coat, Spencer sighed and pulled you tighter to his chest.

"I missed you, sweetheart," he murmured as he placed a kiss between your shoulder blades. "It's been weeks."

“Five,” you said, more bitterly than you meant to. You took another sip of wine as his hands stilled on your hips.

“Five? No way,” he said, and you felt him shake his head behind you. Setting the wine glass on the side table, you turned in his lap to face him. You slid your thighs over his strong hips to straddle him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Check your receipts, you’ve bought me three teddies and two new vibrators this month.”

Spencer frowned and looked down at your chest as he thought. His hands traced circles along your back, his eyebrows scrunching up together. You reached out and pressed your thumb between them, easing them apart.

“Did you like them?” he asked with a sheepish grin that you couldn’t help but return.

“Mmm,” you hummed, tapping your chin as you pretended to think. “As much as I love how big my toy box has gotten since we met a few months ago, they’re never as good as the real thing.”

Spencer pulled your hips down harder on his, grinding up into you and groaning. You cupped his jaw with your hands and kissed the tip of his nose.

“I missed you…” you moaned softly, and he grinned between your palms. “So much that I brought a surprise, hoping you would be here.”

His eyes lit up as you drug yourself regretfully off his lap. You reached over and picked up the glass of wine once more, keeping eye contact with him as you finished it off. He took it from you and set it back on the table with a barely restrained smile.

He leaned back, spreading his legs and resting his arms on the sides of the chair as he watched you excitedly.

You set one heeled boot between his legs, ghosting his crotch with the sole. You didn’t miss the way he jerked forward slightly, although he tried to maintain his cool. You wondered idly how long it had been since he came, and just how far he’d let you push him before he snapped.

Slowly, painfully, you unzipped your boot, letting the sides peel open to reveal your lace stockings. Spencer’s hand shot out as you got to the bottom, gripping your ankle while he watched you intently.

“You’re trying to tease me,” he whispered dangerously, but you were feeling brave, so you smirked back.

“You’ve been gone for five long weeks. I need my fun.” He still glared up at you, so you softened and pouted, “Please, daddy?”

The grin that peeled across his face made your heart swell, and he eased his grip on your ankle, slipping your boot off for you and kissing your knee. He set your leg down and pressed his fingers to the back of your knee and pulled it up to the couch, doing the same to that one.

“Only because you’re right, sweetheart,” he warned, nodding to you to continue, and you couldn’t help but shiver. “I’ve been gone for too long, but I can’t have you turning into a brat on me.”

You untied your belt, letting your coat slip from your shoulders. It fell to the floor with a muted thump.

“You’re wearing my present,” he breathed, teeth clamping down onto his bottom lip. He palmed himself through his pants with one hand, beckoning you with the other, “Come here.”

“I said I had a surprise.”

Leaning down and reaching into your coat pocket, you pulled out a strap of red leather connected by a silver heart. You stepped forward as he held out his hand for it.

“A collar?” he gasped happily, turning the patent leather over in his hands. “Ohh, you did miss me.”

You fell to your knees between his thighs, looking up at him and his beautiful face with all the reverence you could muster. Spencer stood and sighed, walking around you, trailing his fingers along the column of your neck and shoulders.

His fingers tangled into the back of your hair, tugging you back and exposing your throat. Spencer leaned down and kissed your temple, whispering in your ear, “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you answered, bouncing happily on your knees as he dangled the collar in front of your face. He gripped your hair harshly, forcing your back to arch far enough back to look up at him.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled, and you rubbed your thighs together as your pussy began to pulse with need. “I won’t ask again.”

Spencer released your hair, pushing your head forward as he did. You caught yourself on the chair, but before you could steady the collar was wrapping around your throat as he pulled your back to him again.

Your back pressed against his thighs as he held you tightly, tears springing in the corners of your eyes. He watched you for a moment, waiting for you to be a brat, but you just wanted to please him as he rubbed his stiffening cock against the back of your head.

“You daddy,” you whimpered, your legs twitching as you tried desperately to hold yourself back from touching yourself. That wouldn’t go over very well, you had learned that long ago.

“Good girl.”

Loosening the collar, Spencer secured the latch at the back of your neck and patted the top of your head. You panted as his hands brushed back the hair in your face, pulling it out of the collar. Your nipples were rock hard, brushing painfully against the lacy fabric.

You were too sensitive, it had been too long.

You were in for a rough night.

“Get up,” he commanded, and you scrambled to your feet to face him. He looked down at you so sweetly, only his jaw held the sternness exhibited just seconds ago. Spencer gripped your jaw tightly and pulled you into a deep kiss.

Your hands reached out on instinct, clutching his suit and pulling him as close as you could, but he cruelly pulled away and slapped you.

You looked up at him through watery eyes, trying to ignore the stinging in your cheek as he cocked his head and pouted at you, but he combed his fingers through your hair. “No touching, me or yourself. Do you understand?”

You nodded, then thought better of it, “Yes, daddy.”

“Color?” he asked gently, searching your eyes for any hesitation.

“Green,” you cooed, smiling at him, and he smiled back, leaning forward and kissing the tip of your nose.

“Go sit on the bed.”

You stumbled trying to bolt for the bedroom, but you tripped and fell forward. Spencer caught you with a hand wrapped around your bicep, tugging you to stand back up.

“So desperate, huh?” he mocked you, pouting again. “So pathetic, you’re tripping on your feet you’re so desperate to get fucked.”

You nodded quickly, “It’s been so long.”

“My presents weren’t enough for you?” Spencer asked, pulling you close and using his body to intimidate you. It worked, and your shoulders slumped as you looked away from him.

Spencer’s hand shot out, wrapping around your jaw and pulling you up til you had to move to your tiptoes, “Well? Five weeks without me and you forget how to speak?”

“They were enough, daddy,” you mumbled as your chin began to wobble. You hated how truly pathetic you sounded. This was just sex, but you missed him when he was gone. “Nothing I do to myself with your toys lives up to what we do here together.”

Spencer’s gaze softened as his grip on you eased. He smiled sweetly at you and leaned down slowly to kiss you. His lips were warm as they pressed against yours, insistent and firm and you melted in his arms.

His hands dragged down your sides, squeezing and pinching as his tongue demanded entrance into your mouth, licking into you and plunging inside. You whimpered when he moved further, gripping your ass and kneading with those strong fingers.

You yelped when they moved between your thighs, gripping tightly and lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bedroom, never relenting with his demanding kisses until he dropped you on the bed.

Spencer pressed a palm to your chest and shoved you down into the mattress. Quickly covering your body with his, he went to work on your neck, sucking bruises and soothing with a swipe of his tongue.

You struggled to keep your hands at your sides, wanting nothing more than to hold onto him for dear life. He was so warm, strong and firm, and you loved holding onto him while he fucked you into oblivion.

“Hands,” he ordered as if he read your mind, and your arms flew up above your head. He chuckled, reaching above you.

You twisted up to see what he was messing with as a jingling noise skittered across the headboard. He had come prepared, a set of red leather handcuffs were already looped around a board and ready for your wrists.

Spencer secured you, the fuzzy insides sliding along your skin, kissing each wrist before tightening the leather straps. He trailed open mouthed kisses down your arms, biting softly into the apex of your neck before switching to the other.

“Look at you,” he murmured, trailing his fingers softly over your chest as you shivered. “Wearing my present, looking like a wet dream…”

Spencer’s hands met between your breasts, his fingers slipping under the lace. He flashed you a dirty smile before clutching it in his hands and ripping it apart.

You moaned as your heated skin became exposed to the cool air, your nipples standing ready and at attention as Spencer ripped the garment all the way in half. You frowned as your chest heaved, watching Spencer watch your tits bounce in the soft light.

“I liked this one,” you pouted, and he kissed you gently.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled, pawing at your sides as he kissed his way down your neck, nipping here and there.

He latched onto one of your nipples, smiling around the bud as you gasped and your hips jerked forward, still held down by his. He swirled it around with his tongue, teeth grazing your swelling skin. He pulled off with a pop, then moved to abuse the other.

Your legs squeezed around his thighs, desperate for some relief, but his hand shot out to grip your hip. He held on tight enough to bruise, and your hips stuttered forward again at the thought.

“I don’t know how much teasing I can take tonight, sweetheart,” he cooed, biting softly between your breasts. He chuckled to himself as you whimpered, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and tugging them down.

“I haven’t had you in weeks.” A guttural groan rumbled through his chest as he tossed them to the floor and looked down at you.

You were already a wreck. Your stocking-clad legs hung open around him, your teddy torn to shreds around your locked arms, skin red and blotchy and full of a need you didn’t know you could muster.

“I need you, daddy,” you cried, pushing your hips up so he could get a better view of your pussy. You could feel yourself dripping, your own need and desperation trailing down your cheeks and soaking the sheets. “Please, I don’t even care if I don’t cum, I just need you inside me.”

You babbled as tears formed in your eyes, “Please, please please, cum inside me daddy.”

“Don’t you want to cum?” he asked, trailing his thumb up your slit slowly. Your hips jerked forward toward his hand as your head rocked back into the mattress.

“I wanna cum, daddy, I swear!” you sobbed, and he pressed his thumb into your clit, but he didn’t move. “I just want you to cum, I want you to cum inside me, on me, I don’t care, I just need you!”

“You have me, sweetheart,” Spencer soothed you. His other hand palmed its way up your stomach and chest. As his fingers wrapped around your throat, he pushed two inside your aching cunt. “I’m right here.”

Your head dropped back onto the covers as your back arched to take more of him. He fucked your with his fingers, curling and pressing against your spongy cunt each time he pulled out. He leaned down and kissed your stomach, then flicked your clit with his tongue, making your back arch violently.

“I’m right here,” he said again, tightening his hold on your throat. He stretched you out and pressed his thumb to your clit, laughing quietly as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Mmm,” you moaned as his thumb swirled your bundle of nerves. Your legs were already starting to twitch ferociously, preparing to clamp down around his hand. “Can I cum, daddy?”

“What do you say?” he asked quietly, and even with your eyes looking at your brain you knew he was watching you closely, seeing how far he could push you.

“Can I please cum, daddy!” you begged, the sopping sounds of your wet pussy sending you closer and closer to the edge. Spencer added a third finger and pulled them apart as he pulled out of you only to shove them back in again roughly. “Please, please, please!”

“Look at me, Y/N,” Spencer commanded, and it took all you had to do so. Your biceps pressed against your head, the view of his strong forearm holding you down by your neck as his muscles bulged… his fingers pumped furiously in and out of your as his blown pupils watched your darkly.

“Cum for me.”

You cried out sharply as your orgasm ripped through you. The heat rushed through your soaking cunt, up your stomach and over your shoulders. The blood roared in your ears as you gazed into those hazel eyes, your pussy clamping down on his hands as he worked your through your release.

He let you go, your head dropping back as you came down from your high, his fingers slipping out of you gently. Spencer wasted no time, unzipping his pants, pulling out is dick and climbing on top of you. He gave you little time to rest, quickly flipping you over onto your stomach.

He gripped your hips and pulled you up to your knees, then reached over and grabbed an extra pillow to put under your stomach. He panted in your ear, as his hands reached underneath the ripped teddy.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, and you murmured an affirmative into the pillows, nodding sluggishly.

You vaguely registered the sound of the blade as it flicked open. It was cool on your skin as he pressed it to your back. There was a ripping sound as he cut the teddy the rest of the way off, pulling it from your shoulders and tossing it to the ground.

“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing along your spine, then moving up to deposit the pocket knife on the nightstand. “Color?”

“Green,” you grunted, whining as you pushed your hips back. Your hands were still locked to the headboard, only the pillow under you holding you up. “Please fuck me, daddy.”

Spencer spread your cheeks with his hands, trailing down the backs of your thighs. You knew him well enough to know that he was watching your pussy clench and twitch in anticipation. You thrust your hips back impatiently with a whine.

“Greedy brat,” he snarled, slapping your ass harshly. You yelped and tried to pull away, but he pulled your hips flush with his, rubbing his cock between your cheeks. “I’m done being nice.”

Before you could say anything, Spencer spread your lips, sheathing his cock inside you with one thrust.

“Oh!” you yelped, your face turning hot again as you adjusted to him. He was thick, always beautifully so, but five weeks without him led to your feeling like you were being split in half… and you loved it.

Spencer thrust into you like a man possessed, gripping your hips, bucking your forward into the pillows. Your ass jiggled with every pounding of his cock, your legs spreading further and further without any real thought as you took what he gave you, relishing in the feeling of him still being clothed while you kneeled, chained and naked on the bed.

“Who do you belong to?” he grunted, and by the faltering of his hips, you knew he was closer than he’d like to be. A jolt of liquid heat shot straight to your cunt as his dick twitched inside you.

“You daddy,” you gasped as his hand wrapped around the back of the collar and pulled it tight. Your back arched, and Spencer groaned wantonly in your ear as he covered your body with yours, his cock slamming further inside you with the new position.

“This pretty pussy, it’s mine, nobody else’s. You understand me?” he snarled as he fucked you into the mattress. “Nobody fucks you like me, nobody owns you like I do, sweetheart.”

“I understand, daddy,” you cried as the coil in your stomach tightened so rapidly your head swam as your body rocked into the mattress, the headboard slamming against the wall. “Mark me, carve your name into me so everybody knows who owns me. I need a collar… I need a collar with your name on it!”

You babbled as you began to drool, desperate for him cum and his praise, his degradation. “I’m your good little cumdump, I’myourlittlewhore, daddy.”

“Fuck!” Spencer growled in your ear, biting down on your earlobe as one hand wrapped around you to play with your clit. He flicked the little bud, his hips pistoning your further and further into the pillows.

“You like being my little toy, don’t you? Daddy’s little fleshlight to cum in and use. You like it when I use you baby?” he slurred as his hips began to jerk erratically. “Cum for daddy, cum on daddy’s cock and he’ll use you just like you like it.”

The coil snapped on cue, and you were powerless to hold it back when he was telling you what to do like that. Spencer’s teeth sunk into your shoulder, and a few pumps later he spilled hot cum into your cervix.

His hips slowed, and he collapsed on your back as you both panted into the sheets. Spencer’s hands wandered up and down your sides as you began to shiver, the sweat on your body cooling in the open air.

Reaching up with a shaky hand, Spencer unbound your hands from the cuffs, and your arms collapsed into the pillows.

“Sweetheart?” he asked, and you grunted to let him know you were alive.

“Fucked silent, that’s a first,” he laughed lightly. He kissed a gentle trail up your spine and across your shoulders, then flipped you slowly onto your back.

Spencer sat you up, moving pillows so you could sit up straight. He rubbed your shoulders, then your wrists, easing some of the aching that already began to set in.

You leaned back against the pillows, relishing in his aftercare as he massaged you for a while, whispering words of encouragement to you.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart.”

“Such a good girl, just like daddy knew you were.”

As you began to nod off, Spencer laid down next to you and pulled you to his chest. You wrapped your arm across him as he pulled the covers over them both. He kissed your head, his lips lingering as he breathed you in deeply.

“I’m sorry I was gone so long,” he whispered. “I was stuck in Texas for-”

“Don’t,” you stopped him, sitting up and pressing your hand to his chest. “You don’t want to tell me that.”

Spencer watched you, his eyes which were always so dark when you first stepped into this hotel suite always became soft when you two were finished. He covered your hand in his and sighed.

“Maybe I do.”

“That wasn’t the deal,” you told him softly, and he nodded. “You said you wanted just sex, just release.”

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asked you, and you shrugged, looking away.

“I want this,” you whispered, swallowing thickly. “I don’t want this to stop. I need this, I need you, and you need me too.”

“Just stay until I fall asleep, okay?” Spencer relented after a moment, and you nodded.

Cuddling into his chest once more, you waited until his breathing slowed and his body relaxed into the mattress. It didn’t take long, it never does.

You left the discarded teddy on the floor, put on your boots and your coat. Looking back one more time to see Spencer, you smiled bitterly to yourself.

His face was so peaceful, his messy hair fanned out across the pillows. You could see the indentation where you were, where you still want to be, but you can’t.

That wasn’t the deal.

Once a week, you forget your problems, your fears, your pain.

Anything could happen on Friday nights, 7 pm in Room 405.

But not that.

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MGG prompt. 🥺 Reid’s favorite holiday is Halloween and he’s disappointed when his plans fall through for the evening so you invite him to hand out candy at your house, and once he arrives he’s very into your Halloween costume, and you end up not passing out any candy. 😉😉

I love me some Spencer Reid 🥺✨ spooky smut coming your way!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Contains: Unprotected sex, Spencer fucking you in your costume, Reader receiving oral, fishnet ripping… fun stuff!

“What do you mean you’re not doing Halloween this year?” You were shocked, leaning over Spencer’s desk as he was sitting in his chair.

“My plans fell through… so it’s just sit in my apartment and watch some horror movies that night.” Spencer shrugged, but you could see the disappointment behind his expression. He LOVED Halloween- come October and it was the only thing he’d talk about. You hated seeing him sad, especially during his favourite time of the year.

“Hey, I have an idea.” You said, the cogs in your head turning.

“Come over to mine… we can dress up and hand out candy, watch some scary movies. I don’t want you to be alone…” you said softly, hoping that he would take you up on your offer.

Spencer’s eyes had a spark of excitement from your offer- not only because of Halloween but also because he could spend time with you.

“Y-yeah! I’d like that a lot…” he gave you that goofy smile he always gave when he was excited, making your heart flutter at the sight.

“Great! I’ll um… text you the address, you gotta wear a costume though… or you’re not being let in.” You teased, making him fidget in his seat.

“Oh I will be, don’t you worry.”

- - -

The few days to Halloween rolled by as Spencer and yourself had finalised your plans for that night.

You stood at your bathroom mirror, applying the final touches to your makeup - the pink and blue eyeshadow blended to perfection, bringing your elvira costume together with the tall wig and long black dress that showed off your curves perfectly.

The timing was impeccable as you heard the doorbell buzzing, your favourite boy genius had arrived on time. You eagerly made your way towards the door, opening it to see Spencer… in normal clothing.

“Spencer I told you to dress up!” You said to him, a bit of disappointment in your voice. “What do you mean? I am dressed up…” Spencer smoothed over his shirt.

“I’m an existentialist.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you couldn’t help but laugh. He was such a dork, but you couldn’t help but admire him for it.

“Besides, it looks like you’re the star of our Halloween night…” Spencer smiled softly, his eyes running over you as he admired your costume.

The soft blush on your cheeks was undeniable, smiling sweetly at him. “Thanks Spence… come in.” You pulled the door open wider, watching him walk inside and take in the surroundings of your home.

He saw the giant bowl of candy, meant for any trick or treaters who were to pass by the house but couldn’t help but take a piece for himself.

“Got a lot to choose from…” he smiled as he unwrapped the piece of candy, putting it in his mouth and chewing slowly.

Smiling at him, you nodded. “Whoever comes to the door is gonna have a hard time choosing…”

There was undoubtedly tension between you both, you had no problems speaking when you were at work together but now? The air was just full of unspoken feelings and longing…

“Uhm… i have some movies that we can watch, if you’re wanting to watch something…” you turned around, trying to break the silence that surrounded you both.

“I have Halloween, The Lost Boys, Scream, The Thing- take your pick.” You handed him the DVDS that you had in your hand, he takes them and momentarily grazes his fingers on yours, making the flush on your cheeks burn brighter as you watch him go through the selection of movies.

“The Lost Boys first?” He grinned, seeing the smile on your face.

“My favourite… yes let’s do it.”

The doorbell rang, hearing a muffled “trick or treat!” From behind the wood.

“I’ll get the door… you pop the movie in yeah?” You looked to him as you grabbed the candy bowl.

“Yeah of course.” He looked as you turned around, admiring the way that you looked in your costume as you answered the door to the trick or treaters.

In that time you took handing out candy and closed the door, Spencer had taken a seat on your couch ready to watch the movie, waiting for you to come sit beside him.

Upon your return, Spencer smiled up at you as you sat down. Ready to watch as he pressed play.

The movie plays, the title card with the aerial shot of the carnival in Santa Carla is in view and you focus on the screen- Spencer, trying to get avert his eyes to the screen was looking at you, he couldn’t get over how you looked in that outfit…

He felt bad for not watching the movie, but he enjoyed watching you. He could see the excitement in your eyes as the vampires on their bikes driving off through the sandy dunes and smiled softly at your reactions.

You could feel his eyes on you, knowing that he wasn’t paying attention- but you couldn’t help but love that he was watching you instead of the movie.

You turned to face him, A dash of confidence building up inside you.

“Spence?” You whispered, locking eye contact with him.

Spencer’s eyes went wide and he swallowed hard.

“I-I um…” he stuttered, not being able to look you in the eye. His nervousness settling in as he looked toward his lap.

Using your index finger you pulled his chin up, making him look at you.

“Do you like what you see Spence?” You whisper, your sweet tone sending a shiver down his spine.

Of course he did, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you in your costume.

“Yes…” he whispered, watching you move closer toward him. The gap between you both was agonisingly thin, his pupils blown with desire for you.

Leaning in further, you could feel his shallow, shaky breaths on your lips- feeling his needy desire for you buzzing off of him.

“Do you want this? Do you want me?” You said quietly, smiling at the hitch in his throat.

“Yes… god yes.” He whined, there was nothing in that moment that he wanted more than to have you… to take you.

Taking that opportunity, you moved forward and captured his lips with yours, tasting the lingering candy on his tongue.

Spencer couldn’t help the soft moan that came from within him as you kissed, his slender fingers coming up to your cheek but pausing within an inch of you.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, watching as you nodded. He pulled you into him, his other arm snaking around you and holding you closer as he kissed you once more.

Your hands reached his chest, slowly unbutton his shirt and splaying it open to reveal his torso.

“Pretty boy…” you praised him as you pulled away from his kiss; watching his chest rise and fall shakily at your touch as your fingers ghosted along his warm skin toward the button of his pants, a tent evidently filled the space in front of his zipper.

“W-wait-“ he panted, gently taking your wrist. Leaning forward he encapsulated your lips again. “I-I need to taste you, please.” Spencer’s voice was yearning.

“Hmm…” you replied, a smirk appearing on your lips. “I think that can be arranged.” Spencer watched as you stood up, extending your hand to him.

Taking your hand, he followed you down the hallway to your room. Closing the door behind you Spencer took your waist, walking you backwards to the edge of the bed and lay you down- splayed out for him as your split of your black dress bared your fishnet clad legs.

Spencer looked down at you, in awe of how beautiful he thought you looked in your outfit as he sat down on his knees by the edge of the bed.

His long fingers traced along your thighs, feeling the flimsy material of the tights. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, hands tracing further up your legs to your pelvis.

With a shaky breath, he traced lightly along the front of you- your body quivering for more.

“Can I?” He whispered, looking up at you for permission. After seeing you nod, he didn’t hesitate to dig his fingers in the tights, ripping them open to reveal what lay beneath them making you gasp.

“Spence those were my good ones…” you giggled softly. “I’ll buy you another- fuck I’ll buy you 10 pairs… they look so good.” He praised you, moving closer to where you wanted him most.

So beautiful.” Spencer was in awe as he played with the elastic of your underwear and pulling it to the side, admiring your glistening cunt.

Placing a few kisses to your thighs, he traces his lips up to your pussy- flattening his tongue against you before bringing the tip of it to your clit, swirling around the sensitive nub.

The taste of you was going to be the death of him, moaning at how good it felt- something he could never get enough of.

“Spence….” You breathed out, your hands reaching for his brown hair and pulling at them- eliciting a sudden moan from him as he continued his assault with his tongue.

Your noises filled the room, each going an octave higher as he you reached your peak, the grip on his hair getting tighter as you came hard on his lips and tongue.

Spencer looked up at you, his lips wet with your desire and his eyes filled with want.

Your eyes followed him as he stood up. Starting to fiddle with the button of his pants and letting them fall to the ground at his feet, leaving him in his briefs.

All you could do was stare- your eyes raking over his form, seeing the tent that had formed under his briefs.

He watched your eyes and smirked slightly as he toyed with the elastic, hooking his thumbs under the material and pulling them down setting himself free.

Him standing bare before you was a sight for sore eyes. “God Spencer…” you whispered, admiring him as you went to take off your costume- but he objected.

“Leave it on… please.” He pleaded. “I wanna take you like this…” he said shyly as he took a step over to you and crawled on top the sheets, hovering over you.

He looked over you, seeing you eye him from below in awe- the yearning to feel you overwhelming as he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with his tip.

“C-can I?” He whispered, his face coming down a few inches from you as you nodded enthusiastically. “Yes Spencer, please…”

Slowly and steadily, he started to move himself inside you- a gasp falling from his lips he moved his hips, listening and watching as your mouth fell open; the most heavenly sound that has ever hit his ears falling from your lips- calling his name and your fingers digging into his shoulders.

His thrusts became faster, more desperate. The eagerness to please you, to feel you- to make you cum the only goal on his mind.

“I-is this good? Please tell me it feels good-“ he was panting, desperate to hear you praise him. “Sp-Spence you feel so good- so good f’me…” you couldn’t help the shuddering words that came out, ecstasy building up in your core.

A small whimper rolled out of Spencer at your praise, whining as he continued rolling his hips into yours. The pressure of his orgasm was building up inside him quickly.

“I-I’m not gonna last.” He whispered, another whine following his words.

“Let go Spencer, please…”

Spencer’s thrusts became more erratic as he watched you fall over the edge- calling out his name as you came hard around him, clenching yourself around his cock.

His breathing became jagged as he felt himself twitch inside you, his orgasm hitting him like a tidal wave as his cum coated your walls.

“God you’re- you’re so beautiful, so perfect…” he watched as you glanced up at him with half lidded eyes and parted lips that had messy red lipstick all over them, basking in the after glow. His hair stuck to his temples, making you giggle as you unstuck it from his head. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that, wanted you…” you smiled, touching his cheek gently as though he was made of glass.

Spencer leaned into your touch, his pupils blown with admiration. “Me too…”

There was a silence between you both, before he piped up once more.

“Definitely the best Halloween I’ve had.” He smiled at his own sentence, making you giggle as he lay down beside you- giving soft touches as he held you close- content with being there in that moment with you.

[hereforhalstead]

I’ll never not see a video of someone meeting mgg and want to scream into a pillow with how sweet he is

Lord when is it my turn

[t1red-twilight]

hey! could i please request “you’re so short.” “i’ll kick your knees in” from your prompts list?

if you can could you do something like the insulting each other is them flirting and neither of them realise? i’m an absolute sucker for that kind of stuff. if not then totally okay take your own lead with it i’m sure it’ll be great either way!

i love your writing 🫶🏻

ankle biter

summary: “you’re so short” “i’ll kick your knees in.”

content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, reader is short, cursing (like one), dadcore hotch

notes: thank you so much for the request! i assumed you meant spencer from the mgg pfp 🫡 i really appreciate your support. i hope you have a lovely day<3333

word count: 0.6k

masterlist s. r. masterlist

you’re not the tallest person, but you’re by far not the shortest person. it was never something that you paid attention to. sure, pants shopping was hard. the proportions of your body didn’t align with popular styles, but it wasn’t a huge deal (it was, but you’d never admit it).

spencer had come to realize how inconvenienced you were by your height, even when you didn’t. at first, he liked getting things off of the tall shelves when you couldn’t quite reach.

he was flattered, in a way? there was no possible other reason. definitely not; it for sure was not the soft thank you’s that you’d give him with a gentle smile.

eventually, you noticed some patterns. you’d put your mug on the lowermost shelf, and then the next day it would miraculously transport to the top shelf.

given that you were a profiler, you caught on pretty quickly. spencer would always leave the office right after you, right before sprinting to the elevator to join you.

and, if you stayed late to do paperwork, he would arrive at work extra early the next day. it was obvious: spencer thought that you being short was hilarious and delighted in seeing you struggle vertically.

you confronted him with a mildly upset, “why do you keep moving my mug?” he hadn’t said anything after that. he blinked at you widely with his soft, round puppy eyes. the exchange ended after that.

he did not stop moving your mugs. in fact, he upgraded to hiding your paperwork, your stapler, your sticky notes. everything; and, they were all upon tall perches that only he could reach.

you tried talking to hotch, but he had just flattened his lips into a line and walked off.

“you’re so short,” he had smiled coyly down at you.

with an incredulous look, you replied: “i’ll kick your knees in, pipecleaner.”

“okay, ankle biter. i’d like to see you try.” he stepped closer to you. his exhales could be felt against your cheeks, just barely. he was squatting, taunting you.

you never did find your sticky notes.

-

presently, you were waltzing into the office. extra early, you were prepared to score your mug without the help of one very tall boy genius.

he wasn’t at his desk: finally! you had won!

alas, when you meandered into the kitchenette, your mug was nowhere to be found. when you were about to give up and admit defeat, you saw a flash of a familiar color out of the corner of your eye.

there it was.

your mug was on top of the shelves. you didn’t even think spencer would stoop that low (high?), but he had.

placed delicately on your mug, was a sticky note. written on it was a heart and “s.r.”

dragging your feet, you made your way back to the bullpen. and, there he was. with an innocent look on his face.

like a kicked puppy, you slunk over to his desk.

“hi, honey. you need anything?”

-

“you’re sure they're not dating? or at least fucking?” emily was in disbelief. she had seen the two of you flirt for months. she, akin to the rest of your colleagues, could not take it any longer.

“nope,” derek took a sip of his coffee. “they definitely are not. we would have noticed.”

“but, it so obvious. why don’t we just-” at this, hotch butted in.

he stepped in the way of morgan’s and prentiss’ view. his arms were crossed and his face was in the same stern expression that it always seemed to be in. “don’t mess with it. they’ll get together eventually.”

morgan and prentiss spoke over each other. “how are you so sure?” and, “how do you know?”

“because if garcia doesn’t pull any strings, lord help me i will.”

they all turned and stared at spencer’s delighted expression: he had retrieved your mug and you were trying your hardest to seem as angry as you could as he dangled it over your head.

there was a pause. “now get back to work.”

[lilyw1235]

Y'all why am I getting more likes on this than on my actual fics💀 they are at least mediocre I swear 😭

Did y'all know that Matthew Gray Gubler reads poems in Spotify?

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘: Edging w/ Rick Grimes

a/n: in honor of michonne and rick's new show coming out, i figured i'd dig this out of the drafts instead of waiting for next october to complete this challenge 💀 also thank you guys for the absolute MASSIVE influx of support since last kinktober. i feel so honored!! <33

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

Your body was damp, and your legs were trembling around his shoulders. With every flick of Rick's tongue, the pleasure shot up your spine like electricity, setting your nerves alive.

How many orgasms should you have had? Honestly, you lost count, the only thing even keeping you anchored to this plane was the large hands that pressed down on your stomach, and the strong arms that held you apart, no matter how many times your legs spamsed with the intent to close around him.

"Rick!" You cried out, fingers desperately digging into his soft brown curls. But, it was no use. The man buried himself further into your mound, your folds spreading apart as his tongue dug deeper inside of you.

He was eating you wildly and without mercy, your arousal practially pouring out of you and onto his face. He didn't care about that of course, only caring about dragging you so dangerously close to the edge just to snatch you right back. You hadn't really done anything that prompted this kind of punishment. Sometimes, Rick just wanted to play.

"I- I can't…" You felt that all too familiar coil nestle itself into your gut, twisting and pulling until you were basically keeping him anchored to your cunt. He didn't indulge in you though, because as soon as your velvety walls spasmed around his wet muscle, he pulled away, leaving you high and dry.

"Fuck!" You sobbed, hips jolting and searching for his friction but to no avail. "Please… please." You begged, reaching for the older man.

"C'mon," He finally drawled. His voice was broken and raspy, but there was a satisfied grin on his face. "One more time 'nd I'll let ya, alrigh'?" He searched your eyes for any hesitancy before diving back down into the wetlands that was your pussy.

As much as you act like you don't like it, you would let him do this, again, and again, and again.

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[junipers-archive]

Can't wait to participate!! :)

CM/MGG Roommate Challenge

Hey everyone, I’m back with another monthly challenge!

For the months of March AND April, I am formally challenging any willing writer to take a stab at writing fanfiction including the Roommates Trope using their choice of Criminal Minds or Matthew Gray Gubler characters!

Please check out the Rules below the Keep Reading!

Open Prompts

Character A decides to clean the apartment. They find something of Character B’s they definitely weren’t meant to find.

Characters A and B have to find ways to cool down/warm up when the HVAC breaks.

Character A finds out about Character B’s… quirk... in a very unexpected way after they move in.

Character A hates parties, but puts up with them for Character B.

Character A always overhears Character B’s music and tries to figure out their mood through the songs.

Character A and B are angry at one another, but they only have one dinner table (bonus if one of them sabotages the other’s dinner).

Character A is snooping when Character B comes home. They try to hide, but end up getting stuck in their closet.

Character A finds Character B’s writing journal/notes on the kitchen table… they were NOT expecting what they wrote…

Character A has very different ideas of personal space. Character B thinks they might have let it go too far (because A just walked into their room and laid on top of them while they were sleeping).

Character A’s Bluetooth accidentally connects to Character B’s device.

Characters A and B, having lived together for several years, realize that they might actually be dating?

When Character A accepted a single parent roommate, neither of them ever expected to become a family.

Character A walks in to find Character B lying face down on the ground and asks, “Everything alright down there?”

Character A actually isn’t Character B’s roommate, but they are always visiting the roommate, so it’s like they basically live there.

Anything else you can think of! If you'd like me to add a prompt, feel free to send it to me here.

Rules

The fic can be a Reader insert, or a character/character ship. It can feature any Criminal Minds character OR any character played by Matthew Gray Gubler (Chip, Raymond, Lesley, etc).

Tag me in the fic, or send it to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it just for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

The Masterlist of fics will be posted around May 1st. If you finish after that, no problem - just send me the fic once you’re done and I’ll add it after-the-fact!

Feel free to message me if you want help developing a plot, have any questions, or just want to gush about your fic. I’m happy to help, and I’m happy you’re here ❤️

[radiant-reid]

My analysis of the Reddit thread bc I have too much time on my hands (Jesus Christ)

- Reddit OP said they dated for a "month in July"

- However, MGG left halfway thru July 2022 (which is the month the OP said they "dated")

- Was in New Orleans/Utah (backed up with fan pictures of him in these locations)

- Returned to NYC either August 12/13

- Appeared to be in NYC for the month of August 2022

- Hard to believe if he was out that much that within that timespan that the "same woman" wouldnt crop up too

- Reddit OP account was created literally the DAY OF the thread

- She "doesn't have any photos on her phone" bc she likes to "live in the moment"? But apparent MGG has photos of THEM on HIS phone which is hard to believe and feels like an excuse

- Couldn't give any actual names to landmarks near his NYC apartment when prompted (like at least make one up?)

- She then references his LA home which points to evidence that she's watches the AD tour of his house, leading me to think this is a bored fan making shit up

- In another post, OP knew some niche reference to one of his necklaces in a post in the MGG reddit thread months after her original post

- This comment OP made also points to her being a fan, someone slighted by a celeb like she claims wouldn't know/keep up with that info/ interact positively with others in a MGG thread

- However, the fact she knew this tidbit that references his time in NOLA (around when they were "dating") does make me wonder

Alas, synthesize it as you will and come up with your own conclusion. I just wanted to get background context for others to make a decision

Lmao I love you so much for this. It’s one of the most easily detected lies I’ve ever read

[nhasablogg]

Ok so I rewatched revelations (where Reid gets kidnapped) and his foot gets like hella tortured by the unsub so I’m assuming man has some sort of scars on his foot. This isn’t really a tickle fic prompt more of a wholesome prompt with tickling, so feel free to deny it! But I just imagine he’s having a day of feeling down and insecure about the scars and Morgan’s just helping him and giving him kisses on his scar that aren’t meant to tickle but Reid is just a ticklish mess so it does and Morgan’s just a menace to he finds it hilarious and also adorable. (This prompt was also inspired by the fact mgg is incredibly ticklish on his feet his make up artist struggled to do add the scar make up to his foot for this episode because he kept squirming and pulling his foot away💀)

Here you go!

[t00l-xyz-ai-news]

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