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Welcome to my page ♡

Mike Faist’s wife (real)

About me ⟢ 21, she/her, love music, movies, and musicals. Love Mike Faist, Hayden Christensen, Matthew Gray Gubler, Shawn Hatosy , older men uhhhh. And I’ll take requests if you got em! Writing is so fun.

I write and reblog nsfw content so minors please dni!

Masterlist~

All of my fics are Character X Reader

Art Donaldson ↓

Calm Evening fluff

Another Chance hurt/comfort

“Set Up” Challengers Text AU Series

Pt.1 Pt.2. Pt.3. Pt.4. Pt.5. Pt.6. Pt.7. Pt.8. Pt.9.

Spender Reid ↓

Rain-Soaked Confession angst/smut

You’re mine smut, but with lots of plot

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[jakewearys]

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Guys I’m rewatching criminal minds (shocker) and realized SHAWN HATOSY IS IN SEASON 7 which means we get SEASON 7 REID AND SHAWN AT THE SAME TIME. It’s so fun when your fav celebs intertwine RAAA

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Andrew Pope Cody I would be so sweet to you. The need to show that poor poor man love is so strong 😭

My baby #real

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I wish large age gap fics were more common for MGG/Spencer like they are for Hotch or Shawn Hatosy/Jack Abbott, like he somehow gets hotter every year and idc if he’s technically old enough to be my dad I need him in ways that should have me admitted😩

No for realll I’m an age gap lover till I DIE, especially MGG’s age rn uhg it’s perfect. I have some age gap fic ideas mwahahaha 😛

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MGG or Spencer :) SO EXCITED

Thank you for the request!! I hope you don’t hate it.. I got writers block asf during it 🥲

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Spencer Reid x F/Younger reader

A night without Spencer usually turns into a night with Spencer, one way or another.

Contents: Smut- PinV, no use of y/n, lots of pet names (baby, sweet girl, sweetheart), alcohol consumption, age gap, reader is 22 Spencer is 38, POST PRISON REID, swearing, breeding, mention of size difference, possessive Spence, aftercare, uh yeah :)

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The music was so loud, lights and lasers flashed all over the room, the air was thick with smoke, and smells you couldn’t even describe. There are people dancing and jumping everywhere, looking over the crowd you just see arms and hands bobbing up and down. The club was packed tonight, it was overwhelming, almost too overwhelming, but you promised yourself you would have a fun night with the girls. It had been too long since you did that. Life was too busy, college, Spence.. a night out was good. Your friends led you to the bar to get a couple rounds of shots, you took enough to start feeling less anxious and more in the mood to party. You wouldn’t say you were a lightweight.. but it took a lot less then you would expect a girl your age to have to drink to catch a buzz. You won’t over do it, Spencer doesn’t love when you get too drunk, and you were fine with that.

Before your friends drag you to the dance floor you quickly whip out your phone to give your probably too overprotective boyfriend a status update, but after everything he’s been through you couldn’t blame him, he needed you safe.

Me: *hey baby, at the club now, don’t wait up ok? Love you ❤️*

You hit send and wondered how he would read that.. don’t wait up.. you only meant that you weren’t gonna worry about anything right now and you’ll be home when you’ll be home..

Me: *I mean I’m gonna have fun ok, don’t worry about me please*

Send. He wasn’t controlling, not in the slightest, he just worried, he couldn’t live if anything ever happened to you, and of course he feels like it’s his job to protect you, he’s not only in love with you, you were also quite a bit younger then him, you didn’t have the life experience he did.

Spence <3: *have fun angel ❤️ what club are you at? If you need absolutely anything, call me*

Uhg you miss him, he was all alone at his apartment.. you could be there with him..

Me: *starlight*

- that was the only thing you managed to send him before your friends grabbed you and started pushing you all through the crowd, getting right into the middle of all the dancing and chaos

“NO MORE TEXTING ONLY DANCING” your friend manages to scream just loud enough for you to be able to hear her over how insanely loud this club is, you laugh and let lose, she’s right you wanted to have fun!

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Starlight

Spencer sits at home on his couch, and thinks about that club, thinks about anything negative he’s ever heard about that club, thinks about if any victims have mentioned it, he can’t stop thinking. Thinking about guys seeing her there, guys watching her dance, trying to talk to her, dance with her, hurt her, who knows.. he does, he knows, he’s spent long enough analyzing these types of men, in these situations. But she’s smart, she’s studying forensic psychology, he’s told her enough stories, she should know signs of trouble… his mind goes back to her text- Starlight

Just starlight, nothing els, no, thank you, no, of course.

God his mind is exhausting him, just stop worrying she’s fine.

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It took like 10 mins on the dance floor for you to be ready to be off it, who knew 21 you and 22 you would be so different, you a year ago would have to be dragged off that dance floor, but god was that tiring. You were about to text Spence again, but you didn’t have your phone… where was your phone.. then you’re interrupted by a man calling for you, you look over to it and actually recognize who’s behind the voice, it’s a friend from school, you share a class. You go over to him, he has a couple other guys with him who you don’t recognize, but who cares.

“Hey Darren! Funny seeing you here” you say sitting on a stool next to him

“I didn’t know you went out, you seem like such an inside girl” he says with a smile, very obviously under the influence

“Yo you want to take a shot with us??” One of his other friends shouts up from a chair lower to the ground

“Oh no I’m alright, thank you tho” you politely wave your hand, you were actually sobering up at this point but you know not to except drinks from a rando.

“Oh cmon, you’re not even drunk” Darren pushes

“I’m fine, really”

“Okayyy if you sayyyy sooooo” he says sing songy

On the other end of the club one of your friend feels a buzz in their back pocket, they grab it out to then realize it’s your phone, she took it when they grabbed you to go dance earlier. Curiosity gets the best of her and she reads the latest message

Spence <3: *Hey baby how are you? I know you told me not to worry but I can’t help it. This is the last check in I’ll ask for, promise*

Hmm.. she presses the camera button, and takes a pic of you at the bar top with your friend Darren, it was completely harmless she thought, she gave him an update for you.

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When Spencer’s phone buzzes with the picture of you and some guy, taken without your knowledge, that was enough for him, he’s out the door in not even a minute, on his way to that club. Aw man the line outside to get in is so long noooo.. he just flashes his badge to the bouncer, “I’m Dr Reid with the FBI, I need to get in there”

When he enters he immediately wants to get you and get out, this is a nightmare. He already has a migraine and he’s been there all of two seconds. He spots your friend, the one who took the pic, he didn’t know that of course

“Dr. Reid wat are yo doing in her” she says with a slur

“Where is she?” He says still scanning the area

“Here her phon, you got the pictur right?” He takes your phone from her, scoffs and puts it in his own pocket

“I got a picture yes, you took it?”

“I’m a photographer” she says with a half ass salut, which would be kind of funny if he wasn’t only focused on your whereabouts. Scanning the room again, thinking of where the bar top would be from this location, like how it was in the picture. He sees you, and all the tension in his body loosens a bit. You’re still just having a casual conversation about how your writing professor is an ass, until you feel a hand on your back, you startle a bit and turn to see whoever touched you, but oh!

“Hi my love!!” You have the biggest smile, you look more excited to see him now then you’ve ever been

“Hello” he says as he places a kiss on your forehead “Where’s your phone sweetheart?” He says in a taunting voice. You move your hands around your pockets searching for it, confused when you realize you don’t know, till you see your phone, in his hand. You look up at him with a surprised look.

“Wait what are you even doing here right now” you ask

“I got an off guard picture of you from your own phone, had to check it out” he hands you your phone and you open it to see a picture of you, and a stupid drunk selfie from your friend, the one who had your phone. You roll your eyes and look up at him again

“I’m ready to go” you then stand up and turn back to Darren. You go in for a meaningless side hug, but Darren pulls you in for a real one, and looks at Spencer with a smirk. Spence just stood there glaring at him.

“It was so nice to see you, can’t want to see you in class on Monday” he says into your hair. You barely even hugged him back, when he let go you just smiled

“Ok bye”

Then you turned to leave with your man. Spence grabs your hand and holds it tight, your other hand grabbing onto his bicep so he can lead you out.

You’re hit with a cool breeze when you get out of there, you take in a deep breath

“Gosh it feel so good out here”

He chuckles “How much did you have to drink sweet girl?”

“Like a shot”

“Oh that’s it?” He’s surprised, he knew you weren’t a crazy drinker but who doesn’t at least get a buzz at a club

“Yeah that guy Darren was offering me some, but I know better then to take shots from a random guy”

He smirks at that.. “good girl”

You can’t help but hide your face in his arm when you feel how red your face got. He leads you back to his car, when he closes the door after you settle in, a wild thought crosses your mind, he’s like super hot when he’s a lil jealous.

He gets into the driver seat, and once he starts driving you shift in your seat so you’re facing him

“It was really cool seeing Darren” you say innocently, but with naughty intention

“Was it?” He’s not reading into it, at least not obviously. You grin

“Yeah, I never see him outside of class” you look towards the road and continue “he’s so so nice, I should hang out with him more”

Spencer glances at you, you look back towards him again, studying his face, looking for any signs of disapproval. Nothing, Uhg. You sigh and sit back in the seat normally.

“What are you trying to do baby?” He asks, taking your hand in his

“I dunno, it was hot when you were jealous” you say quietly, a bit ashamed

“Who says I’m not”

You look back towards him

“Show me”

he looks towards you, meeting your eyes for a moment, before they’re back on the road in front of him, you don’t move your gaze. He turns into the parking lot of his apartment complex, pulling into his assigned spot.

When he’s parked, he turns towards you, hands grabbing onto your waist, pulling you onto his lap in the driver seat, you settle into him, hands going to the back of his head, he pulls you in for a deep kiss, tongue diving into your mouth, you moan into him, his hands roam down to your ass, gripping you, pushing you down into him. You can feel he’s hard, you grind yourself into him, he groans into your mouth, he goes in for one more sloppy kiss before you both pull away to get some air, panting as your foreheads rest against each other

“You want me to show you? Show you what, that you’re mine?”

You bit your lip and nod. He opens his car door, and gets out, keeping you wrapped around him. He carry’s you up to his place, unlocking the door and gently pushing you through, kicking the door closed behind him. You giggle and he takes your lips into his again, he carries you to his room, stumbling and kissing you at the same time. Once he reaches the foot of the bed, he gently lowers you onto it, pulling away from you to take off his shirt, then your shirt, there’s no patience, it’s a mess of kisses and clothes being ripped off, until you’re under him in nothing but your cute lacy underwear

“God look how pretty you are angel, so perfect, all for me”

You squirm under him, getting shy at the attention, he notices and bends down to kiss you again, this time slow, soft, his hand starts to trail down your front, taking in a handful of your tit, thumb flicking over you nipple, you let out a soft moan, your hands running up and down his arms, and into his hair.

He presses himself into your clothed core, you grind up to chase the friction you need so bad

“So needy” he coos, his hand trailing from your tits down your stomach, until he grazes over your heat, moving your underwear to the side and running a finger through your slick folds, you whimper at the feeling

“So wet for me aren’t ya”

“Mhm” you pull him in for another deep kiss

“Please, I need you” you beg

“You need me? Hm? Who’s pretty pussy is this?”

Your breath hitches at the feeling of his tip at your entrance

“Use your words baby”

“Ngh- yours” you’re a whimpering mess

He pushes into you, it’s a stretch, he’s quite large against your small frame. You moan and he lets out a husky groan at the feeling. When he bottoms out he waits there, giving you time to adjust to him. You need him so bad, before you’re even confident you’re ready, you’re nodding

“Please, move, please” you say impatiently

He goes in for more deep and messy kisses, tongue exploring your mouth, and with an exhale into you he pushes out and back in, he holds a steady pace, not to quick, but pulling almost all the way out and bottoming out with each thrust. You moan when he’s at his deepest, pressing right against your cervix, giving it kisses with each thrust. He pulls his lips away from yours and buries his head into your shoulder, panting when he starts to quicken his movements, he thrusts harder, deeper, faster, you’re not even trying to keep quiet at this point, the sounds of contact, and moans filled the room.

“Feels so good- fuck-“ he says into your neck

“Soo perfect for me- ngh-“

Your nails are digging into his back, leaving red marks that will probably be there for days

“What if I cum in you baby, get you pregnant so everyone knows you’re mine, huh?”

You’re a little shocked to hear that out of his mouth, but something about those words made your stomach flip

“Gonna let me cum in ya?”

You nod “Yeah, I want it” you say with a whimper

His pace starts to get sloppy, he lets out huffs and groans, gripping your leg and hiking it up to get impossibly deep, until he’s spilling into you.

He collapses onto you, not even bothering to pull out all the way yet. Your arms wrap around him, soothing down his back, down the marks you made. You two lay and catch your breath.

“Did I hurt you at all?” He asks so sweetly

“No Spence, I’m ok” you say with a smile, moving a strand of hair out of his face

“Let me clean you up” he says as he shifts off of you, gently pulling out, and shuffling over to the bathroom. He grabs a rag and soaks it in warm water. When he comes over you open your legs up for him

“I made quite a mess of you huh”

You giggle and hide your face, suddenly feeling shy. He wipes his mess off of you, and tosses the towel onto a pile of clothes.

“Are you thirsty?”

You look at him, he looks so soft, so sweet, such contrast from earlier him.

“Mhm, parched actually”

He moves to put his boxers on and quickly leaves the room to fetch a glass of water for you. When he returns he find you drifting to sleep

“Here sweetheart” he hands the glass of water to you, you take a couple sips of it and hand it back to him for him to set elsewhere, he then grabs a clean pair of your pj shorts and one of his big t shirts and helps you put them on, before crawling in bed next you you, scooping you up to put you on his chest. His fingers weave through your hair.

“I love you my Spence” you whisper against him chest. His heart flutters, he smiles and kisses you on the forehead

“I love you too”

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Like large age gap, size difference kink, breeding kink, possessive, then sickeningly sweet aftercare? Yes. Please.

Perfect, I’ll get right on this hehehe but which character??

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Andrew “fuckass name that everyone calls them” “last name that is also a common first name”

duo i made up

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Shawn Hatosy / Jack Abbot has taken over my feed and I’m so incredibly down bad for that man I NEED AN OLDER MAN AHH.

Should I add him to my X Reader lineup?? Thoughts?

Do I write and post about him..? 😼

Yes

No

Voting ended onMay 9

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Rain-soaked confession

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Spencer Reid x F/BAU Agent Reader

You guys don’t know you like eachother, until it’s too much for you, so you spill.

Contents: 2k words. No use of y/n, reader and Spencer are oblivious (stupid), confession, kissing, SMUT Mutual masturbation. Their first time being suggestive with each other.

My first time writing freaky stuff so go easy on me!

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It was late, later then the team intended to stay at the precinct, but the case you were all working on wracked everyone’s brain like no other. It started to get to a point where no amount of coffee was going to help, so Hotch decided to call it a night. Everyone was tired, frustrated, and needed a little sleep in order to come back stronger in the morning. Eventually it was just you and Spencer in the briefing room, looking at a map with the layout of where the killings took place, Spencer needed one more opinion on an idea he had so you stayed behind with him.

“Im not following” you say to him after he tries to explain a theory he had, but the way he talked about things was way to much for your brain to handle with how exhausted you were. He looked at you with a frustrated look, how were you not following he thought he explained it perfectly.

“But look, see here, the way he’s traveling looks to me like he’s-“

“Spence I’m sorry, can we please just get a little rest, I promise I’ll go over it with you first thing in the morning” you had enough with it for now.

He just looks at you, with the look you know well, he’s profiling you

“This isn’t about the case is it”

You let out a huff and roll your eyes

“It’s not, what’s your problem” the way he says that hits you the wrong way

“Stop profiling me, Im leaving, I’ll see you in the morning” your words were blunt. You get up, grab your coat and walk out the door. Truth is, your mind had been on something els, you know it shouldn’t be when the case is all that’s supposed to matter right now, but the confusing relationship between you and Spencer had started to take a toll on you. One day he acts like he’s interested in you, in the precinct, off on other cases, the little touches, subtle flirts, and the next you’re just a person on the team. You could ask, but you don’t have concrete proof that he might feel the same way about you, so why risk it. It was a game you didn’t want to play anymore, you wanted to be his, you wanted him to be yours. You didn’t even realize it was raining, or better yet pouring, you start walking to your car, not even bothered with the fact that you were getting soaked because all you wanted was to crawl into bed.

“Hey!” Someone calls out behind you, looking back you see Spencer, lightly jogging to meet you till he catches up

“Hey I’m sorry if I said something wrong, its just, you’re acting strange”

“Spence I’m tired”

“I know I know, what els”

“Its pouring rain, can’t we do this some other time”

He hesitates, looking at your drenched figure in front of him, but if he waits on asking he’ll stay up all night coming up with his own reasons for your behavior and what good would that do

“No, I can’t”

You let out a sigh.. if you just let it all out you wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.

“Fine. What is this” you blurt out. He looks confused “what’s what?”

“This! Us! What are we doing, do you feel anything for me? Because over the past year I’ve done nothing but fall for you, and you’ve been nothing but confusing”

Oh. Your confession makes his chest ache, the sound of rainfall lingers between you two.

“You fell for me?” He finally asks.. the way he says it makes it seem like he hadn’t the slightest idea that was going on, makes you feel stupid, did you make it all up, were you reading into something that wasn’t there.. the thoughts are racing through your mind, eyes starting to tear up at the thought of it all being in your mind, you look down, how could you look at him right now, how embarrassing. Until you felt him, his hand on your cheek, moving under your jaw to get your eyes back on him. Then his lips, the lips you imagined kissing time and time again. It’s soft, but lingers, parting when you realize it’s actually happening. He looks at you, like truly looks at you

“I fell for you too”

Oh my god. You reach out for him, both hands on his cheeks, and pull him in for another kiss, he deepens it, sighing into your mouth, you kiss again, then again, his hands are in your hair, on your back, down your sides, feeling you in ways he’s never done. Till your lips part, foreheads resting against each others, breathing in each others breath.

“I’ve liked you since day 1, since you walked in, I didn’t mean to confuse you, I thought you may like me back so I tried to make it obvious, but at a point it felt like I shouldn’t, we’re at work, I didn’t want to scare you off”

You could sob, hearing him say that releases emotions you didn’t even know you had, you wanted to jump into his arms, but you couldn’t, you’re in the parking lot at work. He sees the turmoil going on in your mind so he pulls you into him, you accept the embrace immediately.

“Maybe we should continue this another time actually” he says through a chuckle

“It’s really cold”

you let let out a laugh

“It’s freezing” you don’t want to let go yet, letting go means the moments over, you wanted this to last forever. You two stand in the rain, in each others arms for a little bit longer, with a mutual unsaid agreement

You were his and he was yours.

“Do you want to come over..?” He whispers into your hair.

Next thing you know you’re in his car on the way to his apartment. He has the heat all the way up to try to combat the bone chilling cold you two were feeling, consequences of standing in the pouring rain of course. Worth it. You were nervous, you’d been to his apartment before, but as a friend, now it’s whatever you are now, which is still un clarified but that’s irrelevant right now, you like each other, good enough…?

The tension in the car is thick, almost a little awkward, which he tries to help by spewing all his random facts, I guess it is helping.

Walking into his apartment you’re hit with the realization, you’re in his space, of course you thought about what might happen that night, but now it’s here.

“You can shower first” he says breaking you out of your head

“Oh, no you can shower first, it’s your house”

“No no I insist please, I’m not even that wet anymore, I can wait” he smiles at you, that cute little smile he does.

“Thank you”

He gestures towards his bathroom, you walk into it

“Shoot I don’t have a change of clothes”

“No problem I have extra clothes you can borrow”

You nod and he goes off into his room. You look around, his toothbrush, a little sample cologne, a 2 in one hair wash in the shower, a bar of soap. He returns with a t shirt and a pair of soft pj pants

“Thanks” you say with a smile, taking them from him

“And there’s extra towels down here” pointing towards the cabinet under the sink. You nod and he leaves, closing the door behind him. You undress and get into the shower, it feels empty, and he’s out there in the apartment somewhere, damp, cold..

“Spence!” You yell to get his attention. You know what you’re doing.

Then you hear a knock at the door

“Is everything ok?” He says loud enough for you to hear on the other side of the door

“Come in please!”

The door creaks open and he peaks in

“What’s wrong?” He sounds genuinely concerned

You hesitate for a moment.. do you know what you’re doing?

“Come in please” you say again, a little quieter this time

“Like, in the bathroom with you?” He doesn’t quite get it

“Can you shower with me?” Your voice is still quiet, you know your face is red, nervousness creeping up all around you. Just answer the question

You hear the door click closed, then see a hand start to pull the curtain back a bit, until you see him there. He gasps a little bit, taking in the sight of you, eyes scanning your curves

“Come in” you say with a little seductive smile. He gulps, smiles a bit. You watch as he takes his clothes off, starting with his shirt, then his pants, boxers, now you’re the one gulping. You move back a bit, making room for him, looking over his body as he steps in. Damn he’s big, bigger than you expected. He sees you staring

“It feels so good in here” closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the hot water on his back. When he opens his eyes again he’s looking right into yours, you reach out to his chest, taking a step forward, and he grabs your waist, pulling you towards him, and into a deep kiss. He’s hungry for you, diving his tongue into your mouth, you let out a soft moan when you feel it. Your hands start to wander, up his back, up into his hair, his hands down to your ass, up your sides, feeling you. Pressing himself into you, body’s flush, the water cascading down your body’s. You can feel him, it, against your stomach, hard. You bring your hand around to his chest, inching down, until your right above it, he presses against you again, a sort of please, touch

So you go lower, taking him into your hand, slowly pumping, earning soft groans from him, he pulls back from the kiss bit to breathe, looking into your eyes, jaw gone slack, your hand still on him pumping slowly.

“Is this ok” you whisper

“Mhm”he nods

He takes a hand and bring it slowly down your front, slipping a finger though your folds, getting a gasp from you, finding your clit and making small circles against it

Mmmm you groan, closing your eyes, resting your forehead on his

“Look at me” he says in a low voice

Making you look up, eyes meeting his, he kisses you again, slowly, softly, as you touch each other. You quicken your movements, other hand finding the back of his head again, grabbing a fist full of hair, pushing his face into yours more to deepen the kiss, he moves from your clit, slipping a finger up into you, then two, feeling the stretch, fingers curling to hit that spot, and you moan into his mouth, he swallows is, kissing you harder, more passionate. This goes on for a bit longer, touching, whimpers, moans.

“I’m close” you say against him

He parts his lips from yours, panting

“Me too- do it baby, I wanna feel you cum on my fingers”

He circles his thumb on your clit, and with that you finish, shaking, moaning, and he finger’s you through it until it’s too much, you quicken your movements on him and he finishes as well, groaning, grabbing onto you to keep himself grounded. Afterwards you two are standing there, panting, he kisses you again, once

“That was- that was great”

You let out a small laugh

“Yeah, it was”

he laughs a little too

“Good thing we’re already In the shower, easy clean up” he says with a smile

“Exactly”

“Was that your plan?” He asks

“Yknow I’m not really sure what my intentions were, but I’m not mad at that outcome”

“Me neither”

With that you two continue the shower, cleaning off, making little smiley glances at each other, a mutual blush. The rest of the night was simple, slept curled up with each other, without a worry of what the future was gonna be. You’ll figure that out later.

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house tour - spencer reid

summary: when you come home after a night out to find your fiancé's friends in your living room, you just have to give them a house tour. wc: 1.6k cw: drunk-ish reader, tipsy spencer, suggestive request: Spencer Reid here, something giggly to drink, downtown girl persona, psychic reading or criminal activity

You swear you’re so careful from the moment you step out of the elevator down the hall from your and Spencer’s apartment. You know you’ll get better at being quiet with practice, so you’ve given yourself a head start, holding your hand over your mouth as you tip toe across the hallway despite the high heels you’re wearing. When you arrive in front of your front door, you glance down at your free hand, eyes widening in a drunken panic. You giggle to yourself behind the muffle you’ve made of hand before taking your hand off. You take a moment to go through your purse, looking for your lip liner and the shiny gloss you’ve packed in there. If there’s any chance Spencer is still awake — which of course he will be on a night you’ve gone out with your friends — you want to be able to leave a bold kiss print on his lips.

From inside the apartment, Spencer perks up. He’s trained to recognise your sounds in every state of your being, and he’s very aware that any second now you’re going to stumble through the door despite being so careful to push it open as slowly as possible. The only this is that he’s not sure if Derek, Emily and Penelope are ready to meet the drunk version of you. They’re all sat around him, drinking a mix of wines handpicked from the grocery store down the road, only moments away from meeting the second version of you.

To be fair, Spencer didn’t expect them to be here for so long, nor for you to come home so early. But suddenly, the front door is swinging open, and your slow footsteps are sounding through the entryway of the apartment. Derek, who sits closest to the living room’s entrance, freezes for a moment, looking back, and it instantly gains Emily and Penelope’s attention, bringing their conversation to a stop. Spencer stands slowly, making his way towards the entrance. He can hear you making an effort to be as quiet as possible when you shut the front door, but it still thuds, and you sigh as you pull out your key, loudly twisting it into the door to lock it.

Spencer meets you at the entrance of the living room, and his entire body softens immediately at the way you smile so widely at the sight of him. “Hi.” You sigh, walking towards your fiancé. He opens his arms as you walk into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You press your body into him, tilting your face up, and Spencer leans down to capture your lips with his. “How’d you get home, baby?” He asks when your lips part, slightly worried.

“I split a cab with Sophia.” Spencer nods with a quiet hum, and you push yourself off him, turning around to sling your purse over the couch. That’s when you notice Spencer’s friends in the room, all looking straight towards you. You gasp loudly, and Spencer is instantly jealous of his coworkers for the smile you give them, which rivals the one you had given him mere seconds ago.

“Oh my god Emily, Penelope and Derek in my house! House tour!” You spin around, ready to begin leading them into your apartment, then instantly turn towards them again. “Wait, let me give you guys hugs first.” Spencer’s three friends are instantly standing up with wide smiles, and you exchange hugs with all of them before grabbing Emile and Penelope’s hands, leading them out the room as you call out “Someone hold Derek’s hand.”

Behind you, Penelope offers Derek a hand. “Did Spencer show you around the place, was he a good host?”

“No, he was a terrible host.” Emily jokes, and you halt in your footsteps, turning around to glare at your fiancé. “She’s lying!” He cries, holding his hands up defensively. “Emily, tell her you’re lying.”

“I am joking, sweetheart.” She says, and you nod, opening the door you had stopped just next to. “Okay, this is our guest bathroom.” You immediately move onto the next room, which is only three steps away. You swing the door open, humming when you see the mess you left on the floor whilst getting ready. “Okay, maybe I’m not going to show you the bedroom.” When you turn around, Spencer can see the half-hearted guilt lacing your eyes, and you add “Sorry, Spence.”

Emily, Penelope, and Derek begin making their way back to the living room, and Spencer steps towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “It’s okay, baby, you know I love your mess.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you place a hand on his chest, taking the moment of privacy to ask him quietly “If I sober up a little by the time your friends leave, could we..?” Spencer’s eyes blow wide in surprise, and he laughs in shock when you tilt your head to the side, a little smile playing on your lips.

“Yeah of course baby. If you sober up.” You hum in satisfaction, leaning up to kiss him quickly before strolling back into the living room. “Oh my god, I completely forgot about the kitchen.” You point towards the hidden room by the entryway, adding “That’s the kitchen.”

You gasp quietly when you feel hands squeezing at your waist, and you look back to see Spencer smiling down at you. “Come sit.” He says, nodding towards the cluster of couches in the living room. You shrug, mumbling “I’d love to, but I think the state of our bedroom put me into a state of shock, so I’m going tidy a little before going to bed. It was nice seeing you guys. Come over again so I can be filled in on the office drama, please.”

You leave the room whilst the trio giving you replies, and Penelope giggles loudly at your behaviour. “I like her like this.”

Emily hums, raising her glass of wine to her lips. “Next time, we pull out her deepest darkest secrets.”

Spencer flushes darkly, trying not to reject that idea so strongly. So instead, he takes another sip of wine, promptly ignoring eye contact with any of his friends. Derek hums suspiciously, eyeing Spencer down. He wisely chooses his next words. “Yeah, she might have some interesting things to say, won’t she pretty boy?”

Spencer shrugs, his shoulders stiff hanging by his ears. “Don’t know.”

Penelope lets out a wild cackle, then slaps a hand over her mouth. “Okay, maybe this is our sign to go home.” Emily says, observing the blonde closely. Penelope nods. “Yeah, and we’re gonna go talk about you.”

“Sleepover?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I guess I’ll head out too.” Shrugs Derek, already pulling his phone out to order himself and the pair of girls ubers. Spencer nods, walking his friends to the door. They exchange hugs, and Spencer goes red when Penelope whispers to him “Have fun.”

“She’s drunk.” Spencer gasps, and as Penelope pulls away, she says “And you aren’t?”

Spencer is so quick to close the door behind them, swallowing thickly. He locks the door twice, rushing to the living room to pick up the glasses of wine. He stares at the only glass with any wine left in it, and quickly picks it up to chug it down, tossing his head back in the process. He rushes to the kitchen, two glasses in each hand for efficiency then runs over to the bedroom, where he doubts you’ve managed to clean anything up.

He slams the door open, flinching when it bangs loudly against the wall, and he gulps loudly at the sight he’s greeted with. First and foremost, the makeup products that had been littered in front of the mirror are gone, and the failed outfits you had gone through have disappeared from the bed. Instead, he finds you in nothing but a pair of panties, laying on your side with your legs bent to create a perfect picture of seduction. Spencer nods at your flirtatious smile, immediately tugging his button-up over his head without even unbuttoning it.

You welcome him onto the bed by moving onto your back and spreading your legs to make space for his body as he settles on top of you, lips immediately melding with yours. Your warm hands run down his chest to his trousers, snaking a hand into his boxers to wrap a hand around him. Spencer shivers at your touch, lips parting to moan into your mouth as one of his hands comes up to play with your tits, bringing a sound out of you. You extract your hand from his boxers, breaking the kiss so you can glance down at his belt so you can see as you unbuckle it.

Spencer pecks your lips before kissing down your neck, but before either of you can do anything else, a familiar ringing noise sounds through the house. You both freeze, pulling away from each other so you can stare at each other with mild looks of panic. Spencer jumps off of you, running out of the room. He curses quietly when he glances through the peephole, but he’s too desperate to cover up as he swings the front door open again. When Derek walks in, he doesn’t comment on Spencer’s appearance. Not the way he stands shirtless, or the fact that his belt is undone, and certainly not the tent in his trousers. But he does smirk widely, eyes glimmering as he walks into the living room, calling out “Left my wallet!”

Derek yells out an apology to you as he leaves, clapping a hand on Spencer’s shoulder, and Spencer swears he gets harder when he hears your voice call out “It’s okay!”

Spencer almost forgets to lock the door before rushing back into the bedroom.

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Heyyyy guyssss.. long time no post. Sorry!! Got a bf, broke up with him, went to beauty school, moving away, yk lots of stuff happened lol

I’ll make pt.10 (last part) of the “Set Up” Art x Reader text fic series to finally finish it off! Then I have a couple more ideas with Art. Let me know if yall are interested in any other characters 😛 I’m thinking writing some fics for Spencer Reid and Anakin Skywalker.. anyone

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hiiiiiii my lovely lovely LOVELY elowyn (sorry, i'm ur biggest fan) would you cook up something about Y from the nsfw alphabet with art for me? there's no one better suited for this🧚🏼‍♀️

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ART DONALDSON | NSFW ALPHABET | Y = YEARNING (how high is their sex drive?)

Art Donaldson’s sex drive wasn’t something he bragged about.

It wasn’t the kind of thing he’d ever wanted to talk about out loud because it wasn’t about numbers, wasn’t about proving anything. It wasn’t about conquest or some shallow kind of ego trip. It was about you. And it always had been. He was just built like that, wired to want what he loved, and he loved you so much it hurt sometimes.

It wasn’t the sharp kind of lust people threw around like a party trick—it was this low, steady ache in his bones, a yearning that lived under his skin and made itself known in the smallest, stupidest moments. You’d bend down to grab a glass from a low shelf and his stomach would flip. You’d be curled up in his hoodie on the couch, hair mussed and bare legs tucked under you, and he’d feel it hit him so hard he’d have to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning out loud. He wanted you in ways that felt almost embarrassing.

And it wasn’t about getting off. It was about getting close. About having your breath in his mouth and your heartbeat pressed against his chest and your skin warm beneath his hands and feeling like if he could just touch you, kiss you, hold you, the ache would quiet down for a while.

He’d told you once, half-drunk on cheap wine, his head in your lap while you absently played with his hair, “You drive me insane, you know that? It’s like… I think about you all the time. I mean all the time. Not just in a sexy way, though God, yes, in that way too. But like… in a ‘can’t breathe right when you’re not in the room’ kind of way.” And you’d laughed softly, not teasing, not mean, just this gentle, fond sound that made him want to crawl inside your chest and live there.

You tugged lightly at his hair and murmured, “Good.” And he’d let out a shaky breath and kissed your wrist like you were the thing holding him together. Because you were. You always had been. And it didn’t matter how many times he got to have you, how many nights he buried his face in your neck and lost himself in the feeling of your body under his — it was never enough. Not in a desperate, frantic way. In a tender, aching, reverent way.

He was greedy for you. Could never seem to get close enough. And God, he was so gentle about it most of the time, kissing every inch of your skin like it was sacred, whispering against your ear, “Let me, please,” and he meant it every time. It wasn’t about fucking. It was about loving you in the closest, deepest, most physical way he could.

And he wasn’t built for quick, emotionless hookups. He needed the stretch of hours, the lazy roll of bodies tangled in sheets, the kind of nights where you made love slow until you both forgot where one of you ended and the other began.

His sex drive was high as hell, embarrassingly so sometimes, and it didn’t take much for you to turn him into this lovesick, touch-starved mess. You’d just have to crawl into his lap and whisper something half-nice in his ear and he was gone, rutting against you, lips everywhere, voice all rough and low, “Baby, you don’t know what you do to me.”

But because he loved so hard, because he poured everything he had into you every time, he wasn’t the kind of man who could turn around and do it again ten minutes later. He needed time. Not because he didn’t want to — Fuck, did he want to — but because loving you like that, having you like that, it left him blissed out and trembling, clinging to you in the dark, whispering, “I swear, I could die like this,” with his face buried against your skin. It was the kind of connection that left his bones feeling like smoke, the kind of pleasure that crept into his soul and left him undone.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he’d mumble against your skin, all heat and breath and love, so much love it scared him sometimes.

And you’d just kiss his temple, tell him he was dramatic, and he’d grin like an idiot because you had no idea, no fucking idea what you did to him. It wasn’t about the mechanics of it, wasn’t about positions or tricks or counting how many times. It was about having you in his arms, under his mouth, letting him worship you the only way he knew how. He’d wake you up at two in the morning just to kiss you, just to press his body against yours, just to murmur, “Missed you,” like you’d been gone a week instead of asleep beside him.

Because that was Art Donaldson. A man whose sex drive wasn’t driven by lust but rather by a need to be near you, to feel you, to love you in ways words could never reach. A man whose body ached with it, not because he was starved but because you made him so full he didn’t know what to do with it all. And he would want you every day for the rest of his life — not out of habit, not out of routine, but because you were his favorite thing he’d ever known, and loving you in every possible way was the only thing that made sense anymore.

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he's had me in a chokehold for a year now

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Pt.9 “Set Up”

Art x F/Reader

Challengers text au

Sorry it’s a bit short.. I’m running a little dry on how exactly to finish the series.. <3 uhg as always ignore the time 🙄 forgot about it again lol

Final part coming soon..