worship you | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: @cosmicblogs

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary:  spencer takes notice of how you react to being praised so he takes that information and runs with it. 

"what If he's saving them? the body parts." you thought aloud, twirling your pen between your fingers as you looked up at the rest of the team. you were the newest member so when everyone just stared at you, you thought that maybe your ideas was stupid. "nevermind, I- I just thought-"

"no, you're right. that's why we can't find the missing limbs, he's keeping them." spencer spoke up, he turned around to look at you for a second. "thats good. you're good, y/n."

you felt your face heat up at his compliment, suddenly sitting up straight and feeling the need to fix your hair. "oh! thank you, dr. reid."

he turned around to look at you from over his shoulder, a smile on his face before turning back around. you could feel the rest of the teams eyes on you and you could only hope that they hadn't picked up on your sudden nervousness. you excused yourself from the little room you all were gathered in at the police department, you needed to get out of the room with him before you embarrassed yourself.

+++

"you did good today, you thought of things no one else had considered." spencer smiled at you and set his bags on the bed he would be taking for the duration of your stay.

"thank you, dr. reid." you whispered and immediately shoved past him to hide your face but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back before you could. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked over you, he could tell you were flustered but he just couldn't pin point why. he always has been oblivious to his attractiveness.

"you don't have to call me that." he mumbled, his hand loosening on your arm. he moved to take your bags off your shoulder and out of your hand. "do you wanna shower first, pretty?"

your eyes widened by a lot and you literally had a keep yourself from moaning so instead of sticking around you darted into the bathroom, forgetting about the fact your clothes and all of your hygiene products were in the room with spencer but were too flushed to go back in there so the little travel sized products the hotel provided would have to do for the night.

while you were in the shower, spencer sat at the edge of his bed trying to figure out why you were so flustered. it didn't click until he replayed the conversations he had with you throughout the day, that's when he noticed the pattern. you only got flustered after he'd compliment you or after he praised you for your good work. he chuckled to himself and shook his head.

"spencer?" you cracked the bathroom door open and poked your head out, spencer looked up at the sound of your voice. "can you close your eyes? I don't have my clothes, only a towel."

"of course." he stood up and moved to sit on the opposite side of the bed that faced the wall, even though his back was towards you he still closed his eyes like he said he would. you doubled checked that he wasn't looking before unwrapping the towel and quickly put your night clothes on. you let him know that he could open his eyes, you put the rest of your things away and moved your bags to the floor before getting into the bed. "you wanna know something I figured out?"

"sure, is it about the case? if so, we should probably call the team." you started to reach for your phone but Spencer quickly told you that it wasn't about the case. he walked around his bed and sat on the side of yours.

"you like being complimented, praised." he hummed. you dry chuckled and shook your head, starting to deny it and say that you didn't know what he was talking about. "you get all shy and flustered. I think you like it when i praise you. can I do that, can i praise you more?"

you moved off of the bed, you weren't sure where you were going but spencer pulled you back before you could stray too far. he pulled you closer to him until you were standing in between his open legs. 

"spencer, I-"

"tell me if I'm overstepping, y/n. we can go to bed now and pretend it never happened." he whispered, he loosened his grip so you could easily slip out of his hold if you wanted to. you looked at him for a moment, heart beating fast in your chest. your eyes darted down to his lips and back to his eyes. you could've slipped out of his hold and did what he said, go to bed and forget about it, but you didn't; you sat down onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"please?" you breathed against his lips, feeling him wrap his arms around you and pull you impossibly closer to him. spencer brought his hand up to cradle the back of your head and crashed his lips into yours. things escalated almost immediately, you tugging his shirt off while he took yours off. spencer moved you onto your back and pushed your thighs apart to make room for himself. he nudged your jaw with his nose until you tilted your head back, he pressed his lips to your pulse point and smiled when he felt how fast your heart was beating.

"can I?" he asked, his hand playing with the waistline of your shorts. you nodded you head but quickly voiced your approval when you noticed the look he gave you.

spencer sat up and tugged your shorts and underwear down your legs, tossing them behind his head and leaning down to kiss you again. his hand traveled in between your bodies until he reached your cunt, his slim fingers running through your wet slit and smearing your arousal over your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

"you're beautiful." he looked down at you, looking at how your lips parted to let out some of the most beautifulest sounds he'd ever heard, sounds he would never forget, sounds he would replay in his mind over and over again. he moved his fingers from your clit to prod against your entrance before slowly pushing one finger inside, drinking in the soft moans you let out.

"spencer, please- need more." your hips rutted up into him, his fingers felt great but they weren't enough and he seemed to understand that with just those few words.

even though you knew he needed to take his fingers out in order to give you want you really wanted, you still whined out at the loss. spencer grazed his wet fingers over your hip before leaning back on his legs and unbuckling his pants.

he had to get off of the bed in order to get his pants and boxers off but when he did he got back on the bed. you sat up on your elbows and looked down at his cock that rested over your cunt, eyes widening as you took in his girth. "oh my gosh- i don't-you're big."

you moved your hand and reached down to wrap your hand around him, your lips parted as you realized that your fingers didn't connect. spencer looked down at your hand wrapped around his cock, his hips jerked forward when you swiped your thumb over his red tip.

"you can take it, i know you can." he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. spencer's hips pushed forward into your hand when you started to move your hand, he caught your wrist and took your hand off of him. he sat up and hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you until they were flush against his abdomen. "ready, pretty?"

"yes, m'ready." you nodded, spencer guided his cock through your folds to smear your slick before he slowly slid into you. your head fell back as you gasped at the intrusion of his cock, the stretch was slightly painful. you hadn't been with anyone in a while, especially not with anyone as big as spencer.

he kept his pace slow for you, steadying himself with his hand resting above your head. he pushed your thighs apart and you wrapped them around his waist, letting out a soft moan as the pain subdued and was replaced with pleasure.

spencer kissed down your jaw and ghosted his lips over your collarbone. you used your legs to pull him further into you, whining when he pushed so much deeper into your cunt. "you want more?"

you nodded your head quickly. spencer sat up and grabbed your hips, snapping his hips into your faster and harder. "you're so pretty, you look so good like this."

you let out a small whimper at his compliment, your face heating up and making you turn away from him to hide your face. spencer chuckled and pulled out of you, hissing as he did so. you quickly looked at him with wide eyes but he laid down and pulled you on top of him before you could protest. you lifted your hips and held his cock as you sank down onto him, you moved your hands to his chest and started to ride him.

spencer let you control your pace but he kept his hands on your waist. his chest rose and fell heavily as he watched your face twist in pleasure, he groaned lowly feeling your cunt squeeze around him.

"m'so close, fuck-" you cried out, hips lifting and dropping quicker. spencer planted his feet onto the bed and started to lift his hips up to help you cum faster. normally, you probably would’ve lasted a bit longer but not tonight, the feeling of his cock against your walls and all the praise he was giving you was starting to get overwhelming.

your body fell forward as your orgasm finally shook you, you whined and moaned spencer's name into his ear. spencer's head tipped back as he felt himself about to cum, he quickly pulled out and started to stroke his cock to get himself off. when he came it was messy, his cum shooting up between you both and landing on his and your chest.

you sat up and huffed, pushing your hair out of your face and smiled down at him. "I think I like being praised by you."

"of course you do." he chuckled and pulled you down to kiss him.

home remedy | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: spencer's a genius, he knows everything and one thing's he's learned is that orgasms help with cramps.

you lay underneath spencer, legs spread wide open for him as his hips rutted into yours, cock slipping in and out of your cunt with ease. you could feel the pain of your cramps slipping away with each thrust of his hips.

"are you still cramping?" his voice was shaky as he felt your walls start to clench around his cock, he placed his head in the crook of your neck and pressed a soft kiss to the skin.

"no- oh god no!" you whined, your hips lifting off the bed as you got closer to your release. groans spilled from his lips as your nails scratched down his back, leaving red streaks that would probably sting later on.

your legs tightened around his waist as his cock pressed against the spongy spot it seemed only he could reach. he thrust into you harder as he got closer to his own release, pushing you over the edge of your own orgasm. spencer groaned into your neck as his cock twitched, filling the condom he was wearing with cum.

you both lay there trying to catch your breath as spencer's hips stilled, you could feel his body relax and his weight drop on your body.

a few moment passed before spencer pulled out and moved off your body, he turned his head to look at you. "let me know when you're cramping again, i'll be glad to help you again."

early in the morning | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: spencer always wakes up before you and he usually takes time to himself to admire you. this morning is different though, he wakes up with the sudden need to bury his head between your thighs.

spencer's hand moved down your cheek with a light touch, pushing your hair from your face and trailing his hand further down your body. his touch was light enough that it didn't disturb you.

he let out a shaky breath and started to push the blankets off of your body, exposing your pink pajama set. the chill from the cold room hit your skin and caused you to shift, you conveniently turned onto your back.

spencer paused for a moment to make sure you were still asleep before moving onto his stomach between your legs. he managed to get your shorts down your legs without waking you.

his eyes darted up to your face to watch you as he pulled your panties to the side and leaned forward. spencer's fingers dug into your thighs as he licked through your slit before pressing his tongue against your clit. even in your sleep a soft gasp fell from your lips, your body jolting as your dream took a sharp turn.

spencer's eyes fluttered closed as he started to taste you on his tongue, he let out a moan of his own as he wrapped his lips around your clit and gave it a gentle suck. a broken moan came from you and made spencer look up at you, his tongue still moving on your cunt.

you shifted around before your eyes fluttered open, you turned your head towards spencer's side of the bed before realizing that he was between your thighs. your mind was extremely hazy, both from the sleep and from the way spencer lapped at your cunt.

he pressed his tongue into your cunt and brought his thumb down to press against your clit. his cock strained against his boxers from how hard he was, he only got harder by the second. you pushed your hand through his hair which caused him to look up at you, he tried to smile even though his tongue was buried in you.

moan after moan fell from your parted lips, your skin burning hot as spencer worked you closer and closer to your release. it's not often spencer's able to wake you with his head between your thighs but every time he did your day always ended up being amazing. though, waking up to an orgasm would put anyone in a great mood.

"good morning, handsome." you smiled, looking down at him before drawing your bottom lip between your teeth. spencer hummed and pulled his head back to replace his tongue with his fingers. your hips rocked down into his hand as his fingers brushed against your g-spot with each thrust.

"you looked so pretty." he pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs as he worked his fingers in your cunt, curling them with every drag out. he relished in the feeling of your walls tightening around his fingers from your approaching orgasm. he loved the way you started to chant his name as if it was the only thing you knew. the combination of his spit and your arousal causing a squelching noise to come from your cunt every time his fingers moved, though he almost couldn't hear it from how loud your cries were.

his eagerness to make you cum didn't go unnoticed, the way his tongue moved against your clit and his fingers slightly increased in paced. that familiar feeling in your stomach started to grow, letting you know that it wouldn't take much more to get to your release. spencers groans were muffled against your pussy as you tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged his head closer, your thighs starting to tremble and close around his head.

"oh fuck- m'gonna cum, spence." your words were slurred, as if you were drunk on pleasure. spencer didn't really need the warning, he knew your body like the back of his hand. it still surprised you how in tune he was with you, he could tell you what was wrong with you before you could even figure it out yourself.

his tongue darted out to flick over your throbbing clit to which you let out a soft cry as your cum coated his fingers. though he didn't stop there, his fingers still thrusting inside you. you lifted your head to look at him, seeing that his eyes were shut and he continued lapping at your pussy.

the sting of too much pleasure shot through your core, your fingers gripping his hair impossibly tight as you cried his name. you waited until it became too much before you started to push his head away. "too much-it's too much, spence!" you gasped.

"sorry," spencer breathed, slowing his fingers to a stop and pulling them out. he placed his fingers in his mouth to clean them from your cum before sitting up and leaning over your body. he placed a kiss to your cheek and then to your lips. "you did good for me, angel. you taste amazing."

you smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to your body, needing to feel his weight on you.

"i think i deserve a bath now."

"you do, and some breakfast in bed." he chuckled and moved off of you, much to your dismay. he kissed you once more before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom to run your bath water.

when he came back to the room you had already fallen asleep again. he carefully walked to his side of the bed and grabbed his phone, taking a picture of you before heading to the kitchen to make your breakfast.

discovery | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: while being pinned down underneath you, spencer really can't think of anything other than filling you up with his cum.

you had spencer underneath you whimpering and whining with his arms pinned down above his head by your hold on his wrists, relentlessly bouncing on his cock. you were so warm and wet around him and it was knocking his breath away with each bounce of your hips.

spencer could hardly keep his eyes open to look at you, broken moans and gasps coming from his kiss-swollen lips. his hips lifted off the bed the best they could to drive his cock deeper into your cunt. the second you let go of his wrist his hands immediately found their place on your hips, his fingers would leave marks in your skin with how tight he was gripping your hips.

"i can't- m'not gonna last." he looked up at you with tears welling in his eyes. he let out a guttural moan when you wrapped your hand around his throat.

"you wanna cum in me, spence? that's what you're trying to say?" you leaned down and brushed your lips over his teasingly before pulling back just out of his reach. spencer's hips flexed up sharply at the thought of getting to cum inside of you, his head craning up to chase after your lips.

"yes- yes, please!" he whined, you couldn't deny him even if you wanted to. you leaned back down and smashed your lips into his while you sped up the pace of your hips.

the feeling of your cunt squeezing around his cock had spencer's head falling back against the pillows and a strangled moan ripping from his throat. his cock twitched once more before he was cumming. spencer babbled the entire time he came, going on and on about how he would spend his entire day filling you up if he could.

all you could do was stare down at him lovingly the entire time, you took your hand off of his throat and pushed his hair from his face as he tried to catch his breath. spencer opened his eyes and helped you lift off of him.

"i think i just discovered something about myself."

change of plans | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: the arrangement you had with spencer, friends with benefits, quickly changes to more than that when he sees a cop flirting with you on the job.

that officer was standing to close to you for spencer's comfort, he watched you two from across the room laughing and smiling but he couldn't quite hear what was being said that had you laughing and smiling so hard. he turned back to the board to continue working on the geographical profile, which you were supposed to be helping him with. he couldn't help but look over his shoulder at you, though.

the breaking point for him was when the officer put his hand on your arm and leaned in so he could whisper in your ear. spencer dropped the pen and calmly walked over to you, he cleared his throat to grab your attention.

"can i speak to you?" he crossed his arms, his eyes never left yours. the officer looked spencer up and down before dismissing him by saying that you were in the middle of a conversation, as if spencer didn't already know that. "aren't you supposed to be doing patrols?"

"come on, spence. it was nice meeting you!" you gave the officer a smile before grasping onto spencer's arm and pulling him to a empty office. you closed the door behind you and pulled the shades. "what was that?"

spencer shrugged his shoulders and sat on the edge of the desk that sat in the corner of the room. you stared at him in disbelief before walking closer to him.

"you have to stop doing that! we-" you paused and gestured to the both of you. "we are not together, you cannot scare away every guy that show's interest in me."

"why not?" he stood up and placed his hands on your waist, you shook your head and wrapped your hands around his wrist. spencer pulled you into him and leaned down to press his lips to the shell of your ear. his hands moved down to the curve of your ass and his lips moved down your neck. spencer moved his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up, he sat you down on the desk.

"we are at work." you huffed and pushed your hand in his hair, your fingers curling in his hair. spencer chose not to acknowledge your words, instead he started working on unbuttoning your jeans.

you huffed out his name but made no efforts to stop his advancements, if anything you just spread your legs further to invite him in. spencer chuckled and moved his head to kiss you, he shoved his hand down your jeans and into your panties.

he didn't waste any time with trailing his finger through your slit and circling your clit. you broke away from the kiss and hunched forward, placing your head on spencer's shoulder.

"this is unprofessional." you panted. spencer hummed and abruptly slid two fingers inside your cunt without warning, making you cry out against his shoulder.

your hips rocked into his hand, your throbbing clit hitting the palm of his hand with each movement he made. your mouth fell open against his shoulder in a whine. just as your walls started to clench around his fingers, spencer pulled his fingers out and took a step back. your head snapped up and you reached for him but he stepped out of your reach.

"what the hell, spence?" your eyebrows furrowed but all spencer did was shrug his shoulders. he placed his fingers in his mouth and headed for the door.

"tell that officer to back off, you're taken."

book club | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: you can’t stop finding yourself in spencer’s bed, even after you’ve broken up.

"shut up." you muttered when spencer opened the door with a knowing grin on his face. he stepped to the side and opened the door wider, you brushed passed him and headed straight to his room, spencer followed close behind you.

he leaned against the door frame and watched as you pulled your shirt over your head and slid your jeans down your legs. you were never one for greetings or small talk when you show up at his house because you both knew you were only there for one thing.

you always found yourself back at his apartment any chance you got. early in the morning or late at night, it didn't matter, if he was home you were there. the first time you did it, it was because you had found out your boyfriend was cheating on you first but after it happened you realized that spencer truly was the only person that could get you that high.

spencer stalked closer to you and placed his hands on your hips, he pulled you closer to his body and started to feather kisses over your neck and shoulder.

"what'd you tell him this time?" he mumbled against your skin. your hand found it's way into his hair as you tried to gather your thoughts in order to answer him but his teeth nipping and grazing at your skin just brought you back to a thoughtless mess. spencer slapped your ass to bring your mind back to his question.

"told hi- told him i was going to book club." you whimpered. spencer reached behind you and unclasped your bra, pulling the straps down your shoulders and letting it fall down to the floor.

"he really believed that?" spencer scoffed, he walked you back into the bed and gently laid you on your back. he climbed on top of you and started to pull your panties down your legs. "you hardly read."

you opted to stay quiet, choosing to ignore the amusement in his voice and focus on the feeling of his hands on your skin instead. spencer laid down beside you and pulled you onto his lap, you looked at him confused until he started to urge you further up his body.

you understood what he was getting at and moved up his body until you hovered over his face. you never liked this position as much, just because you always worried that you were suffocating him but he would always reassure you that he was fine.

spencer wrapped his arm over your thighs and pulled your down so you were actually on his face, not hovering over it. a shiver went up your spine when spencer swiped his tongue through your folds.

your hips rutted against his face as he lapped at your cunt like a man starved, you placed your hands on the headboard for stability. the sound of your moans were muffled to spencer from how your thighs covered his ears but the sound of each one still traveled directly to his cock and had his hips raising off of the bed, searching for any type of friction.

spencer moaned into your cunt as your thighs closed around his head and your release coated his tongue, the taste of you was his favorite taste.

he continued lapping at your cunt, trying to get every last drop of you but eventually you felt your thighs twitching in overstimulation and lifted yourself from his face, despite his groans of protest.

you laid down on the bed, trying to recuperate, while spencer moved off the bed and got undressed. you opened your eyes when you felt the bed dip and his hands on your thighs.

"turn around." he mumbled and leaned back on his legs as you situated yourself on your hands and knees. spencers hands found their way to your ass almost immediately, his fingers dug into the plush flesh.

you lowered your upper body so you were resting on the bed with just your ass in the air. he groaned at the sight and gave his cock a tug. spencer shuffled forward and placed his left hand on your hip, he used his right hand to guide his cock through your folds. you huffed at his teasing and pushed your hips back. spencer chuckled and lined up with your entrance, his breath catching in his throat as he pushed his hips forward.

his pace was slow to start off with but when you started to push yourself back, he knew to go faster. his fingers dug into your hips as he started to snap his hips into yours harder. you pressed your face into his pillows to try and muffle the sound of your moans, you didn't want to be getting noise complaints or anything like that. spencer leaned forward and wrapped your hair around his hand, he tugged your head up so he could hear your moans clearly.

"spencer..." you mewled, you reached back and grasped at any part of him you could reach. spencer leaned down and pressed his lips to the shell of you ear, he moved his hand from your hip and wrapped it around your torso.

"come back to me." he muttered, moving his head down to press his lips to your shoulder. you let out a shaky breath and dug your nails into his skin, he groaned as he felt your nails break skin.

"come back to me." you couldn't figure out it it was the pleasure talking for him or if he was really trying to get you back in the middle of fucking you. "you know that i'm the only one that can make you feel this good. come back to me, come home."

spencer snapped his hips into yours harder to accentuate his words, when you didn't answer him he sat up and let your hair go which caused you to fall down into the bed.

your cunt leaked around his cock as you started to push back into him with each thrust. spencer moaned when he felt you start to clench around his cock, he leaned down and placed open-mouthed kisses to the places he could reach. before you could warn him, your orgasm was rushing through your body. your hands fisted the sheets, your body tensing, and your walls spasming around his cock.

spencer rested his head on your back as he continued to thrust into you. he felt as if he was nearly in heaven with the way you felt around him, his cock twitching with each thrust sending him closer to the edge.

once again, you reached back and dug your nails into his skin, this time the feeling sent him straight over the edge, a loud moan sounding from him as he came. when you both came down, spencer pulled out and laid down beside you. you turned onto your back and looked at him, his words replaying in your head.

"you didn't-"

"i did." he shrugged, all you could do was stare down at him. you cleared your throat and got off of the bed, you quickly located your clothes and got dressed. spencer sat up and watched you scramble for your things.

"y/n, i meant what i said."

"i have to go. you know, bookclub is over." you gave him a tight lipped smile and headed for the door. you stopped for a moment and turned around to look at him. "i'll think about it."

backwards | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut + fluff

ꨄ summary: you and spencer never got along, with him just getting back from prison and you being the newbie, until you do and things start moving faster than expected. 

you hated when prentiss paired you together and you definitely couldn't stand being in a confined space with him for more than a few seconds at a time. you knew why emily did it though, always pair you and spencer up together, she thought that if she made you be around each other then your relationship would change and you would become friends at the least.

she had assigned you and spencer to go to the coroner's office together as soon as the jet landed, not giving you enough time away from each other before having to be in the car together alone.

"you're insufferable, you do know that right?" you shook your head, sneaking a glance at him before turning back to the road. spencer snickered and mumbled about how you should stop denying your feelings for him. you laughed and shook your head once more, "insufferable."

“with a pretty face like that, he breaks hearts every time he walks out of his apartment.”

spencer knew you were drunk the moment you started clinging to his side like a koala, hands slipping through his own or traveling up and down his back. you weren't big on public displays of affection, ever since your relationship began you remained strictly professional in the office and in the field. you also weren't keen on pda during friendly hangouts. except, of course, when alcohol was involved.

he learned you would get inebriated after three shots or one colorful drink he'd never remember the name. this time, it was shots. but you had already had seven and half of one JJ had stopped you from sipping, claiming you weren't in condition for it.

she ended up taking it herself and spencer saw neither her, emily, penelope or you were in the condition of having anymore alcohol.

“oh, please, do tell, pretty girl.” derek was eager to know more about spencer breaking hearts. he earned an icy glare from the genius.

you giggle. actually giggled. the team was used to seeing your usual serious stance crumbling down when you were tipsy, but it was still remarkable to see you giggling and making jokes.

“one time,” you began, a lazy smile playing on your lips as your body tilted to the side and spencer wrapped an arm around you to keep you still. “i had forgotten somethin' in the car and he waited for me in the sidewalk.” hiccup. “when I got back, there was a woman talking to him, her dog was with her? and then I waited.” spencer was frowning, racking his mind to recall the situation. he did remember the moment the woman was walking her dog and the animal had sniffled his shoe, calling for his attention. he crouched down to pet it and the woman kept talking but he wasn't paying much attention until she asked if he would want to get a cup of coffee sometimes.

he didn't know you were watching. you could have ended his misery so he wouldn't have to embarrass himself by stuttering out a rejection to the woman.

“i think he said no or something—”

“of course I said no.” spencer squeaked out exasperated. at this point, everyone had stopped their isolated conversations to pay attention to your story. you were too drunk to notice all eyes on you, but spencer was blushing like crazy.

“—and then she glanced down at his hand and saw the promise ring...” you giggle. again. spencer's fond gaze laid on your figure. “her whole face fell. and spencer looked around searching for me in desperation. it was hilarious.”

he rolled his eyes, pinching your shoulder and you whined, leaning your back against his chest.

“pretty boy here is a heartbreaker, who would've thought!”

“we all knew that already.” emily smirked at him. “it's good that you didn't break her heart, or it'd steal her from you.” emily gave you a wink to which you responded with a flying kiss.

spencer squinted at her.

“see?” you tapped his chest, looking up at him with half lidded eyes. “you've got competition, handsome.”

everyone on the table cracked a laugh while spencer pouted.

two geniuses (don’t get along)

enemies to lovers;; spencer reid x fem reader!

note; in this fic lila’s episode happens after elle’s departure to make the story have more sense. (S1 E18). also there have been some changes :))

synopsis; spencer reid; doctor spencer reid. some of them (mostly of them), would say he’s a genius. but if he was, then so you were. maybe that’s why you hate each other. maybe that’s why you can’t stand him.

cw;; +18 content! minors dni!, reader and spencer’s competitive asses, talk of murder, graphic scenes, weapons, guns, blood, shots being fired, lila flirting, spencer kissing lila, lots of fighting, lots of tension, teasing, apologies, reader getting hurt (mentions of stitches), threats, murder of secondary characters, talk about kinks and trauma (spencer being a smartaas), mention of spencer’s childhood and her mom… ( i bet there’s so much more but i can’t remember rn) angst, fluff and smut in upcoming chapters!!!

real one | a.h x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: reader fakes and orgasm while with aaron, he notices and lets her change the position and do what makes her feel good.

you had let out an loud moan, like the ones in those bad pornos, as you tried to make it seem like you'd just had an orgasm. aaron's hips stilled and he sat up from where he had his head tucked into the crook of your neck.

"y/n... what was that?" his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, you brought your hands up to cover your face.

"i had an-"

aaron was experienced, much more than you were, and he'd been with plenty of women to know how it felt when a woman had an orgasm.

"no you didn't." aaron chuckled, he pried your hands from your face and leaned down to peck your lips. your skin flushed with embarrassment and you pulled away from him.

you had expected him to be at least a bit upset about you faking it, you expected to have to overly explain yourself on why you did it, but aaron wasn't like that. he understood that whatever it was he was doing obviously wasn't working for you and there was no point in getting upset over something he could fix.

aaron carefully pulled out and flipped you both over so he was on his back and you were straddling his waist. you stared down at him confused but didn't question him.

"this way you can do what makes you feel good, yeah?" aaron's hands rubbed up your thighs, settling on your hips and pushing you back so you were on his hips instead of his waist.

you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded your head with a huff, you moved back some and lifted yourself up. you took ahold of aaron's cock and lined it up with your entrance, you steadied yourself with a hand on his chest as you sank down.

aaron's fingers curled into the plush skin of your thighs as you started to lift yourself off of his cock and push back down. aaron always liked it when you rode him-though it didn't happen often because you always got tired quickly— because he liked the view he got to see when you did.

a soft moan fell from your lips when you leaned forward, subsequently causing aaron's cock to slip deeper, and placed both hands on the bed beside aaron's head.

"does that feel better?" he asked, fighting the urge to thrust up into you. he moved his hands up to hold onto your hips, you fell down against his shoulder and your eyes slipped closed.

"yeah- yeah, so much better." you gasp, slightly speeding up your pace. aaron groaned and let his head fall back, his hands moved to your ass to plant a harsh slap on it.

aaron smiled to himself when he felt your walls start to tighten around his cock and your rhythm start to falter. you never really gave him much of a warning that you were about to cum, just a whine of his name into his ear. you completely slumped down into him afterwards which left him to chase his own release within you. his hands gripped your ass to help him move you up and down on his cock, along with his hips thrusting up.

the most you could do was whimper into the crook of his neck as his cock twitched and spurted rope after rope his warmth. you waited for a few moments to relax before you lifted yourself off of him, you bit down on your bottom lip when you felt the mixture of your cum rush out of you.

aaron brought his arm up and placed it under his head, a smile breaking out on his face.

"see, that was orgasm."

andromeda | (dybmn? bonus)

a bonus vignette from spencer's POV. we find out how he really feels about reader. takes place the day before the argument at the bar.

note: this is not part six! takes place between parts four and five, five being the most recent part. read part five here

Spencer is incessantly drumming the particle board table underneath his fingers.

The polymer veneer is one of his least favorite textures—he hates the grain of it and if he were to accidentally scratch the table with his nails he knows it would make the hair on the back of his neck stand up. 

But of all the things he’s worried about, that ranks very low on the list. 

He’s got a lot of mental tabs open all the time—and the tabs, he can deal with. It’s when he starts trying to operate with multiple windows that he begins to struggle. His brain, while it is a very fine tuned sort of computer, only has one monitor. Unfortunately, no human (except for the ones who’ve had their brain hemispheres surgically split) is immune to the inevitable pitfalls of multitasking. By dividing his mental energy between you and his job, he’s really fucking up his job. But he also thinks he really fucked up with you on that phone call the other night and for being as logical as he is he can’t seem to make that feel unimportant—even though he’s disgusted with himself for it because there are literally people dying. 

Someone knocks on the open conference room door—he looks up, skimming his lips over his fist. 

take it out on me | a.h x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: your sex life with aaron was usually pretty vanilla. you know, the basic missionary, the 'i love you's", the soft kisses..etc. this night is different thought, aaron gets home from a case and you can tell he's upset. while he usually opts to sit in silence until the mood passes, tonight he decides to take his anger out a different way and you're not complaining.

you were pinned down on the bed by aaron's weight, his hips crashing into yours with a force he'd never used on you before. his hand was tangled in your hair, not tugging but instead keeping your head pressed against the pillows.

the room was filled with obscene sounds, you and aarons moans and groans, skin on skin, the bed hitting the wall. you'd never had sex like this before, you were used to the sweet and soft sex with aaron but you could get used to this type of sex. your mind was completely blank, only being able to focus on the way aarons cock felt dragging against your walls.

drool spilled from your parted lips and onto the pillow because of the way aaron had your head pressed against it, you reached back to grab at any part of him you could.

"aaron!" you cried, lifting your hips to fuck back into him, causing aaron to groan at the feeling of your cunt constricting his cock. he let go of your hair and wrapped his arm around your throat, as if he was putting you into a headlock but without the force. still, the action alone was enough to send you into an unexpected orgasm.

his name fell from your lips like it was a prayer as he fucked you through your orgasm. aaron's hips started to stutter as he felt his cock start to throb and that familiar feeling start to grow. he let his body fall down over yours, effectively pressing you between his body and the bed.

"perfect," he breathed into your ear, snapping his hips into yours harder than before. "made just for me, weren't you? mine to love, mine to fuck whenever i want, you're mine." he let out one last gutural groan before he was cumming, pressing his cock as deep into you as it would go.

by the time he pulled out you were both a mess, more so you than him but still a mess nonetheless, your hair was messy and sprawled all over your face, a trail of drool on the side of your mouth. you lay limp on the bed, trying to catch your breath and regain your composure, while aaron went to the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean you up.

when he was done he climbed back in bed beside you and helped you take a sip of water. he set the cup on the nightstand and pulled you into his side, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head. you tilted your head up so you could get a proper kiss from him.

"¡ want to know who it is that made you so angry, i would like to thank them personally."