𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙧

okay this makes my heart aCHEEE

He would get the plastic tote out, with a smile as he took the lid off.

“So we should put the fake spiderwebs over there, over the fireplace and then we can carve pumpkins. Is that okay?” He smiles as he put a skeleton mask over his face, holding up hands as if to scare you. You giggle as you begin hanging up some of the spiderwebs.

Soft music played from his phone as you both went around the room putting different decorations up, just having fun and being enjoying the time together.

-

After some time the two of you decided to go to a pumpkin patch, to get fresh pumpkins to carve. You walked around with your hand in his as you watched the little kids running around, jumping from one bale of hay to the next smiling at the idea of having a child of your own with Matthew one day.

There was a giant wall of pumpkins up, with a square taken out to take pictures out of so of course, Matthew jumped in line and you snapped his picture.

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Your thighs were burning, absolutely burning from behind spread like this. He was completely sheathed in you, balls deep and he had ordered you not to move an inch.

“The more you move, the more you sit here.” He whispers, his finger brushing down the page of the script, seductively. He was doing this on purpose. His other hand came down, and with just one finger he rubbed soft, almost not even giving any contact, circles over your clit.

You whines and your hips stuttered for just a millisecond. He smirked and lifted his hips just slightly, and with just that movement he was pressed right against your spot, staying there driving you up the fucking wal.

i’m-

I don’t even know how to add onto this this is already EVERTHING OMFG okay hold on let me take a breath

okay yeah

just this one thing

imagine him saying,

“Fuck.. to hell with condoms, were doing this over, and over and over.”

ooohh y’all know what’s up 😩

He was on you in an instant. He used a free hand to trace a line up your spine, leading right into your hair. He gripped it hard, earning a yelp from you as he yanked it back, exposing your throat. He pulled you up, your back pressed against his chest as he breathed heavily into your ear.

i know who this is ;) i only changed this a TINY BIT DONT HATE ME

You looked down at the deep purple lace that covered your body and you felt so fucking powerful. You smiled to yourself before slipping on a robe, tying it and walking to the front living room where Spencer was reading a book. The sight of his fingers skimming down the pages just as they always did made you weak.

“Spence?” You asked, voice low as he looked up from his book to see you standing there, hands fiddling with the strings of your robe.

“You okay?” He asks. Classic Spencer to ask if you’re okay in a moment like this. You nodded and approached him, grabbing the book from his hands and placing his near trembling hands on the strings of your robe.

“Take it off. It’s your present.” You smiled and he looked up at you with the most innocent eyes, but something in the twinkled when he smirked, raising one of his eyebrows.

He pulled at the strings and his eyes went wide as he saw the lace that covered your body, well, most of your body. There was a bow over your lady area, just like a bow on top of a gift. But tonight, this was his gift.

“Did you wear this just for me?” He asks, not looking up from the lace that adorned your skin. You nodded and grabbed one of his hands, placing it flat against your stomach.

“What is it?” He asks, looking up at you as you bend over the slightest, slowly undoing his belt. He pushed his hips up to help you, as he scoots more towards the end of the couch.

“Just let me sit. Be good? Maybe i’ll let you move.” You smirked, and honestly you didn’t know where the fuck all of this dominance was coming from. Usually he would be the one calling the shots, but something about tonight was just different.

He looked up at you in shock. Grabbing your hips, pulling you down to sit on his lap. He bit your lip, then kissing it better.

“‘s cute how you think you’re in charge.” He says, throwing all your dominance out of the water, that simple sentence throwing you back into your usual submissive nature.

“Now princess, you’re just going to sit. Maybe if you’re good and let me finish my work, I’ll give you what you want.”

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Spencer Reid

Fix It ~ | Oneshot |

summary — a stupid, stupid little reaction from you is how the day starts. when spencer leaves for work, you leave to get out of the house, right into the wrong arms. it isn’t until a phone call is made to garcia that they even realizes you’re missing...

blurbs can be found under ‘spencer reid blurb’ on my blog!

Matthew Gray Gubler

coming soon

god 😩

Just imagine him looking up into the mirror and looking at how your head was rolled back onto his shoulder, he would see exactly what he was doing to you. He saw the way you reacted when he sped up and slowed his hips, how he rocked gently, and then provided a sharp thrust. He used that.

“Look at that.. so fucking needy that you needed me to fuck you while everyone is just. outside. the. door.” He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust, making it extremely difficult for you to keep everything quiet.

I’m unable to add a cut as I am only on mobile at the time being!!

THIS IS A WARNING THIS IS SMUTTY

His hand was wrapped around your throat, holding your body up pressed against his. His hips were pounding against your ass, each thrust bottoming out, earning a grunt from him and a sharp moan from you.

“Look how fucking beautiful you look princess.. How fucking beautiful you look falling apart just for me. Do you like this?” He whispered into your ear, sending chills down your body. He chuckled as he felt your stomach tense and breathing hitch at his words.

His thrusts paused momentarily as he used his free hand to plant a sharp slap to your ass, a squeak leaving your lips.

“I asked you a question.”

OH-

“Matthew a-are you sure about this?” You asked him as you tugged your dress back down, moving one of your legs to try to get used to the feeling of the silicone between your thighs.

“Trust me. You trust me right? Promise it won’t be terrible just as long as you can stay quiet for me.” He smirked as he held out his elbow, waiting for you to wrap your arm around so you could be on your way.

-

“By far my favorite season, Tim Curry? I mean come on! Definitely one of the best finales!” Paget gushed, taking a sip of her drink. You felt Matthews hand on your thigh, his thumb stroking soft circles before you felt the vibrations start which made your leg tremble, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

You had to put your fork down before you stabbed it through the steak that was on your plate. You gripped the hand that was on your thigh. An idea sparked in your head just as he grabbed his wine glass. Just as he brought it up to his lips, you nonchalantly gripped his thigh as well, before moving your hand over his crotch.

He just about choked on his beverage, having to put the glass back down he looked at you with a warning in his eyes.

He reached down into his pocket and upped the vibration setting, leaving it there. He could just feel your hand tremble over him and he covered his smirk by placing his chin in his palm.

-

You thanked the lord when everyone began standing up, saying their goodbyes to one another. You held tightly onto Matthews arm as you stood up, legs shaking and he just laughed. He laughed.

The second the door of the car was closed you tossed your head back and lifted your hips, letting out a yelp as the vibrations were almost getting to be too much. And again, he laughed.

“Did so good in there for me. Didn’t make one little peep.” He grabbed your hand, interlaced your fingers and brought it up to place a soft kiss on the back of your hand, and as much as you’d like to deny it, that gesture was all too soft for what you needed right now.