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spencer reid x fem!reader
[1.0k] summary: spencer goes down on you (18+!!)
“You look good like this.”
You squirmed under his gaze, hyper aware of the hand currently splayed across your thigh, thumb brushing back and forth across your skin. You pushed up onto your elbows, staring down at where he was situated between your legs. He’s been working you up for too long, you just wanted him to do something already.
“Spencer, please stop talking and get on with it,” you pleaded.
He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, close to where you were hot and wanting. You whimpered, dropping your head back onto the pillow behind you, savoring the feeling of his lips on your skin.
“Whatever the lady desires,” he replied, voice teasing.
You chuckled breathlessly at his response before gasping as he pulled your underwear to the side and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your now exposed heat. “Oh, god.”
His tongue worked over you in slow, tantalizing movements, making your toes curl where they were hanging off the bed. You whined, knees falling open on either side of his head, spreading yourself wider for him. His tongue dragged up, up, up, moving closer to where you really wanted him. You held your breath in anticipation, waiting, and waiting, only for him to pull away.
You let out a frustrated noise when you released your breath. “Spencer.”
“Relax,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the side of your knee to soothe you. He hooked his fingers into the sides of your underwear, pulling them down your legs and over your feet until they were off. He flung them to the side, probably landing somewhere on his bedroom floor. “I just need them out of the way.”
Before you could respond, his mouth was back on you, his tongue finding the bundle of nerves toward the apex of your thighs. The moan that escaped your lips was almost embarrassing as your hips bucked up against his mouth. He laughed, the sound vibrating against you in the best way, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through your body. You reached a hand down and laced your fingers through the hair at the back of his head, pressing down ever so slightly as the soft tip of his tongue flicked back and forth over where you were most sensitive. “Oh,” you keened, eyes squeezing shut in pure ecstasy.
You felt his fingers start to tease your entrance, circling, before dipping into your warmth. You clenched around him as he moved in and out in rhythm with his tongue against your clit.
“Fuck. Don’t stop,” you begged. You gripped his hair tighter in your hand, pulling hard enough to elicit a groan from your boyfriend. That only turned you on more, pleasure building tightly in your core.
He’s come a long way since the two of you first started dating. He used to be super timid in bed, like he was afraid of touching you the wrong way or saying the wrong thing. When it came to going down on you for the first time, it took a lot of convincing for him to even consider it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it for you, he just genuinely had no idea what he was doing. He had researched it, because of course he had, but that was nothing compared to actually doing it. Now, after almost a year together, he doesn’t hesitate to drop to his knees to give you what you want. And he’s damn good at it, too.
The feeling of his tongue moving against you paired with the continuous movement of his fingers inside of you was enough to make you whine, back arching and hips moving uncharacteristically against his mouth. Your body was thrumming with electricity, skin warming as tingling sensations surged over you. “Spence,” you moaned, chest moving up and down rapidly, hand letting go of his hair to grip the bed sheets beside you instead.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he said against you, urging you on. He switched up his movements and licked a long stripe up your center, then back down again, tasting every inch of you. He continued those long strokes until his tongue finally found your aching nub again, pressing the flat of his tongue against it, causing a sweet little cry to escape your lips.
“Spence, I’m gonna–”
His lips wrapped around you and sucked, and that was all it took to send you over the edge. Your hips writhed against his mouth as your thighs tightened, vision going white as you exploded. Spencer continued to lap at you gently, working you through your high. The noises coming from your mouth were desperate as pleasure racked your body, knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets as hard as you were.
Your breathing was uneven as you came down, taking deep, shallow breaths as you relaxed your legs around his head. He pressed a soft kiss to your heat, causing you to whimper and pull away, the feeling too much for you. He climbed up the bed, up your body, until he was hovering over you, hands resting on either side of your head. You smiled up at him lazily, taking in his disheveled hair and kiss swollen lips.
“You're amazing,” you said, reaching up to brush a thumb across his cheek.
“Glad to be of service,” he replied with a small laugh. “You know, I think that’s the fastest you’ve ever–”
Before he could finish that sentence, you pushed on his shoulder to tip him over, watching as he lost his balance and fell to the side. You were up and on top of him before he could even blink, pushing him onto his back, legs straddling his waist. Your hands reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing the button in a swift, quick movement before pulling his zipper down. You heard him suck in a sharp breath.
You glanced down at him, a smirk growing across your face. “Your turn, handsome.”
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid#spencer reid fic#spencer reid smut#criminal minds#criminal minds fic#wheezy writes
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ok which one of you turned him into a cat, i'm not mad i just wanna know
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he has a phd in serving and slaying
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that should be me ✧ s.r.
spencer reid x fem!reader
[2.0k] summary: on a night out with the team, you find yourself bothered by spencer's newfound female attention
The bar was buzzing with loud music overhead and conversations between strangers. The lights were dim, casting a warm ambiance around the room as people ordered drinks, danced, and chatted with those around them. You scratched at the label on your beer bottle with your thumb as you looked around, eyes flitting from person to person, searching. You sat at a table over in the corner with Emily and Penelope, waiting for Spencer and Derek to return with the next round of drinks.
“Where the hell are Reid and Morgan?”
You glanced over at Emily, shrugging your shoulders, taking the last swig of your beer. They’ve been gone for almost thirty minutes. Your eyes scanned the bar again, searching for the familiar duo.
“Oh, I think I see them,” Penelope said, pointing toward the other end of the bar.
You shifted your gaze in the direction of her finger and felt your breath catch in your throat. Indeed, there they were. With two girls. Two very pretty girls.
“I am not surprised in the slightest,” Emily commented, shaking her head.
You didn’t pay much attention to the girl talking to Derek, instead staying focused on the brunette girl that was currently laughing at something Spencer said. She was on the shorter side, not even reaching Spencer’s shoulders, and was wearing a short purple dress that hugged her petite figure. You watched as she pushed her chest out, leaning in closer to him as he continued to talk, wide smile plastered on her face. Lord knows what he was even saying to her, probably something about the effects alcohol can have on the brain.
“That one girl is all over Reid,” Penelope pointed out.
“Yeah, don’t remind me,” you replied, voice tense. Then, “Do you think he looks into her?”
“It’s Reid. He probably has no idea that girl’s even into him,” Emily said, chuckling softly.
You shifted in your seat, uncomfortable with the situation occurring across the bar. Your lips tugged down in a frown, a displeased expression growing on your face.
“I mean, yeah, but do you think he’d like... go home with her?” you asked, twisting your empty beer bottle between your hands, trying to sound nonchalant.
Emily and Penelope shared knowing looks at that. They could read you like a book.
“It sounds like someone’s feeling a little upset that boy wonder’s attention isn’t all on her tonight like it usually is,” Penelope teased, eyeing you across the table. Emily hummed in agreement.
Your mouth dropped open, heat rising to your cheeks. “His attention is not always on me,” you defended weakly.
“Oh, bullshit,” Emily laughed. “We’re like chopped liver to him whenever it comes to you.”
Your relationship with Spencer was…a little complicated, to put it simply. You weren’t exactly together, but there was something between the two of you. It was kind of an unspoken thing. There was an obvious attraction there, but neither of you were brave enough to actually act on it. So, instead, you skirted around each other with flirtatious comments here and there and fleeting, accidental touches. You two were always wrapped up in each other, like you were in a bubble that shielded you from the outside world. Nothing has ever happened, though, despite how much you would like it to. It was almost painful, how much you wanted him.
You glanced back over at Spencer, watching him laugh with his new companion. They looked closer together than they were two minutes ago, and you felt your heart sink in your chest. “I guess he’s switching it up for the night,” you sighed, feeling defeated.
You technically weren’t even together, so you shouldn’t feel as hurt as you do, but you couldn’t ignore that twisted feeling in your gut.
Penelope frowned at you. “No, kiddo, don’t think like that. Try not to read too much into it, I’m sure he’s just being nice.” She reached over to rest her hand on your arm, trying her best to be comforting. “Besides, she’s not even that pretty.”
You side-eyed her. “Yeah, right,” you scoffed.
Penelope winced. “Okay, maybe that was a lie. But still, there’s no way he’s into her like that.”
“Yeah, that boy only has eyes for you,” Emily reassured, giving you a soft smile.
You appreciated your friends’ effort to make you feel better, but it was hard to believe them when he was still across the bar with this new mystery girl. “How come he’s still talking to her, then?”
“Okay, now you’re just torturing yourself. Let’s try to not focus on where Reid is and what he’s doing and go dance instead.” Penelope stood up from the table abruptly, tugging on your arm for you to do the same.
You hesitated, unsure. “I don’t know, Pen.”
“C’mon, it’ll keep you distracted,” she reasoned, voice sing-songy.
“Fine,” you said reluctantly, slowly standing up from your seat. “I’m gonna need a drink first, though.”
“Say no more. You coming, Em?”
Emily was already standing before she finished her sentence. “Of course, I am. What kind of question is that?”
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Penelope was right: dancing was the perfect distraction. You were about four drinks in now, feeling the rhythm of the music and rocking your body in tune to it. Your clothes were starting to stick to your body, the air around you hot and thick as you moved with the people around you. You had no idea if Spencer was still with that girl but you hadn’t really thought much about it, not while you were feeling this good.
And so what if he was? Yeah, sure, it bothered you, but you really had no place to pass judgment given your current situation with each other. He was free to do whatever, and whoever, he wanted. Even if you hated it.
You downed the rest of your drink, twirling around to face your friends to let them know you needed another one. Penelope and Emily held their own drinks up in response, signaling that they were also ready for another round. You nodded then maneuvered your way through moving bodies, careful not to bump into anyone, and walked over to the bar.
It was crowded, making it a challenge to get the bartender’s attention. You stumbled a little where you stood, feeling the effects of the alcohol more now that you were no longer dancing. You looked around trying to see if you could spot Spencer or Derek, but no luck. You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach as your mind started to wander about where Spencer could be. He probably left with her.
A hand touched the small of your back, causing you to startle and drawing you back to the present. You quickly turned, catching a glimpse of the culprit who caused your heart to jump into your throat. Your eyes roamed over the familiar tall figure, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. Relief flooded your body as you realized who it was.
“Jesus, Spence, you scared me,” you said, slowly regaining control of your breathing.
“Sorry,” he chuckled. His hand played with the thin strap of your shirt, fixing it from where it was sliding off your shoulder. “Where have you been? You’re all sweaty.”
“Oh, uh,” you started, pointing over to where Emily and Penelople were. “I was dancing.”
The corners of his lips tugged up in an amused smile. “You? Dancing? Who’s idea was that?”
“Hey!” you exclaimed, teasingly elbowing him in the ribs. “I’m a good dancer.”
His eyebrows raised, giving you a look that clearly meant he didn’t believe you. “In your dreams, maybe.”
“Shut up,” you said playfully, slightly offended. Your face dropped then, remembering why you were dancing in the first place. You turned away from him and back toward the bar, finally close enough to order your drinks. “So…where’s that girl you’ve been talking to all night?”
Spencer reached a hand up and rubbed at the back of his neck: a nervous habit of his that you've picked up on over the years. “I think she left. I told her I needed to get back to my friends.”
“Wow. I can’t believe you blew her off, she seemed like was all over you,” you replied, trying your best to keep your tone even.
“She was nice, just…not really my type,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“No? Why were you with her for so long then?” you asked, a hint of jealousy laced throughout your voice.
Spencer shot you a questioning look at that. “Are you okay? You seem…off.”
“You study behavior for a living and that’s the best you could come up with? That I seem off?” His eyes widened at your response and you sighed, regretting your choice of words. “Sorry, that was mean.”
You felt his hand on your arm, pulling you away from the bar and over toward the table you all were at when you first got here.
“What are you doing? I need to get the drinks,” you protested, pouting.
“The drinks can wait. What’s going on with you?”
You avoided eye contact with him, instead looking down at your shoes, focusing on the scuff mark near your big toe. “Nothing,” you mumbled.
His fingers brushed along the underside of your jaw, tilting your chin upwards to look at him. “It’s not nothing,” he said softly. “Talk to me.”
It was hard not to give in with those brown eyes staring into your soul. You could fight him off as much as you wanted, but you knew you would cave eventually. You reached up to grab at the hand on your chin, pushing it away, and confessed, “It bothered me…seeing you with her.” You’re not even sure why you told him that, but you blamed it on the liquid courage currently flowing through your veins. Stupid alcohol.
“Why?” he asked.
You looked at him, pleading. “You know why.”
“I know, but I wanna hear you say it.”
“Spence,” you whispered. You doubt he even heard you with all the noise around you.
As much as you would love to tell him how much he means to you and what you feel for him, it was too hard. Like telling him would ruin the cute, flirty bubble you two found yourself in a majority of the time. And what would the team think, if you two were to actually get together? How would that affect the dynamic between all of you? It was just too risky, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to take that leap.
But then again, fuck it.
Your eyes searched his before you reached forward and grabbed his face with both hands, surging up to crush your mouths together. Your lips slotted against his, letting out a sigh as his hands wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. Every thought you had in your head vanished, completely focused on the man in front of you. One of your hands slipped back to tangle in his hair as you explored his mouth, stomach tingling with the sensation, feeling warm all over.
Hesitantly, Spencer pulled away, a sound of protest slipping from your lips. His chest was moving up and down, eyes hooded as he looked down at you. He opened his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” you said, breathless, smiling up at him.
“You should’ve done it sooner.” He grinned back at you, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes and behind your ear. “And just so you know, I haven’t been interested in anyone but you for a very long time.”
A blush rose to your cheeks, warming your face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he affirmed, nodding.
“Good.” You leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips, soft and gentle. “Wanna get out of here with me?”
“Absolutely. I’ve wanted to leave since we first got here,” he said, face completely serious.
You chuckled at that, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bar. This is not how you anticipated your night ending, but you really couldn’t complain.
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fluff#criminal minds#criminal minds fic#wheezy writes
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summary/prompt + genre - You leave little notes around the apartment for Spencer. He loves them. | fluff
warnings - none
wc - 289
notes - idk what this is oops. inspired by this one pic i saw of his desk on set, i would insert it but tumblr doesn't let me add media for some reason 😔 also pls send reqs i beg
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It starts on one of the first mornings after you’ve moved in together: you have to leave before him and since he gets so few chances to sleep in, you feel too bad to wake him up. You leave a little sticky note on his end table, telling him you’re off to work, you’ll see him for dinner, and that you love him. You notice the note’s absence the next day but don’t think much of it, assuming that it served its purpose, and he tossed it after reading it.
The next time you write one, it serves as a makeshift bookmark after he’s fallen asleep during a late-night reading session. You draw a few silly hearts and doodles on it before sticking it onto the page, even though you know he’ll probably remember exactly where he left off. Just in case, you figure, never passing up an opportunity to do something cute for him.
You pass his desk the next day and the colorful paper stuck to it catches your attention, because what could Dr. Eidetic Memory possibly need post-it note reminders for? It isn’t until further inspection that you realize they’re the notes from you, and you feel like you’re about to melt into a puddle of lovesick, probably-pathetic-looking goo because oh my god he brought the silly little notes you left him to his workplace so he would see them every day.
When you ask him about it, he bashfully admits he keeps them there to look at and think of you whenever work gets hard, or he's having a bad day (or really, any chance he gets.) So now you’ve made it a point to leave as many notes around for him as possible, all filled with drawings, compliments, and cheesy pick-up lines just to make him smile.
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is that my shirt?
someone's needy
that should be me
you look good like this 18+
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save me nerdy white boy... save me...
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he’s so boyfriend
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Summary: Spencer's new found obsession is something he's usually against
After coming home from a long day at work Spencer had only one thing on his mind, resting his head on your lap and feeling you run his fingers through his hair. Lately that seemed to be the only thing that could relax him, nothing else would suffice. Whenever you weren’t around he’d try his usual methods, like reading, but ever since he first felt you lightly massage his scalp with the tips of your fingers, he was done for. Nothing had ever felt as good and he’d do anything to experience it for the first time again.
He took his shoes off and walked around the apartment trying to find you. When he reached the bedroom his lips curled up into a smile when he saw you laying on the bed, eyes focused on the pages of the new book you just received.
“Hey,” Spencer walked over and took his spot next to you. He made sure to inch his way closer to feel the warmth radiating from your body.
“Hi there,” you put your book to the side and turned slightly so that your focus was on the exhausted man next to you. Spencer saw this opportunity and pressed his head to your chest making a giggle fall from your lips, “Looks like someone missed me.”
“I always miss you,” your hands went straight to Spencer’s hair and you heard a sigh part from him. The pads of your fingers lightly massaged his head while the other hand twirled a few strands of hair around your finger. Spencer felt like puddy in your hands.
“You know it’s funny. When I first met you, you wouldn’t even shake my hand and now you’re here practically begging me to touch your hair.”
Spencer responded by cuddling closer into your embrace and you swore you saw his lips form into a pout, “You’re just so good at this, how can I not?”
You chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to his head, one of your arms moving to his back and caressing it slowly, “You know I expect this in return at some point.”
Spencer nodded, “I’d be happy to.”
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spencer reid x fem!reader
[0.7k] summary: spencer returns home to you after a case
“Someone’s needy.”
The huskiness in his voice made you shiver. He pulled his mouth away from yours, panting, trying to catch his breath. You opened your eyes to find his brown gaze searching yours. Those damn puppy eyes never failed to make you weak in the knees.
“Spencer,” you whined. “Just--,” you fisted your hands in the front of his button-up shirt, “c’mon.”
A teasing smile played at his lips as he glanced down at you. You’re sure you were a pretty sight: chest moving up and down with uneven breaths, eyes hooded, face flushed. You basically jumped him as soon as he walked through the door of your apartment. You pouted as you tried to tug him closer to you, letting out a frustrated groan when he didn’t budge.
“You know, a ‘hi’ would be nice, first,” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. His thumb traced lazy lines over your hip where your shirt rode up, which did not help the want building in your body.
“I haven’t seen you in almost a week.” Spencer was away on a case for the past six days, with very minimal contact from him. He sent you a total of three texts updating you on what him and the team were dealing with in Ohio and when he would be home, but other than that, nothing. You get it, his career is very demanding, but you missed him. You missed his long-winded ramblings about how you shouldn’t leave your lights on when you leave your apartment or how only eating a banana for breakfast won’t give you enough energy for the day. You missed the feeling of his hands on your body, his lips on yours. Fuck, you were whipped for this man. “I’m just trying to make up for lost time.”
You felt a slight nudge at your waist, Spencer’s hands guiding you back, back, back until your legs hit the side of the couch in the center of the room. You sat down, balancing on the edge with your legs slotted between his and looked up at your boyfriend. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips before saying, “So you missed me, huh?”
“Of course, I did,” you murmured. “I always miss you when you go away.”
“I missed you, too.”
His hand trailed up from your waist, brushing against your side, your neck, your face. Fingers traced your jawline before moving around to the back of your neck, tilting your head up slightly. The hands you had fisted in his shirt softened as he brought his head down closer to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, waiting. You felt a breath fan over your lips, but he didn’t move.
“Spence, if you don’t kiss me I swear--”
Without warning, his mouth was on yours. You sighed into his mouth, hooking your fingers around his belt loops to pull his body flush against yours. Finally. Warmth filled your body as you felt him against you, pushing impossibly closer as you opened your mouth to him. You explored each other, tasting, devouring. You gasped when his mouth began to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
“Mm,” you moaned. You tangled your fingers in his hair, encouraging him to keep going. “I like it when you do that.”
“I know you do,” he mumbled against your throat. He pulled back reluctantly to take a breath; despite the disappointed look you gave him.
“No, no, no, come back,” you pleaded, trying to pull him back to where you wanted him.
A smile broke out across his face, removing your hands from his hair. “You really are needy, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” you murmured, bashful. You stood up from the edge of the couch, wrapping your arms around Spencer’s waist, glancing up at him with mischief in your eyes. “I guess I’ll just have to go take care of my needs myself, since you keep pulling away from me.”
His mouth dropped open, brown eyes wide. “Absolutely not.”
“Let’s go then, pretty boy,” you said with a grin, pulling him towards your bedroom.
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid#spencer reid fic#criminal minds#criminal minds fic#wheezy writes
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i would fold so quickly if he looked at me like that
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spencer reid x fem!reader
[0.5k] summary: spencer catches you in his shirt
note: i've never written anything like this before so apologizing in advance!! just have a lil obsession with the best boy from criminal minds :)
“Is that my shirt?”
The morning sun was streaming in through the slightly parted curtains, light reflecting off the kitchen counter. You paused at the refrigerator, balancing a carton of eggs and a bottle of orange juice in your hands as you attempted to shut the fridge door with your elbow. You twisted your head, glancing back over your shoulder at your best friend sitting on the couch in the living room, then down at the black t-shirt draped over your body. It was clearly worn with a small hole in the right sleeve and a loose neckline.
“Uh, yeah.” You placed the items onto the kitchen counter then grabbed the end of the shirt where it hit your mid-thigh. You rubbed the fabric between your fingers. “I guess so.”
Spencer looked at you with questioning eyes. “How long have you had it?”
You began making your way over to the living room and leaned your stomach against the back of the couch, hands splayed on either side to balance your weight.
“I don’t know. A while. You must have left it here one night after work,” you stated, shifting your gaze to meet his brown eyes.
“Hmm.”
The corners of his mouth ticked up. He reached a hand up to mess with the hole in the sleeve, causing a shiver to run up your arm.
“What, Spence?” Heat rose to your cheeks.
“Nothing. I just don’t remember ever wearing this over here.”
You squinted your eyes. “What are you trying to imply? That I’m a liar?”
To be honest, you had no clue when or where you had gotten the shirt. Spencer always came by after a challenging case just to unwind and decompress, which often ended up with him spending the night on your couch. He was over here so much that him leaving it somewhere around here would be a plausible excuse, but he wasn’t buying it.
“I think you’re a little bit of a thief,” he said with a smirk. His hand dropped from the shirt back onto his lap.
You reached over the back of the couch and lightly hit him in the shoulder. “Hey! I am not a thief!”
He laughed, putting his hands up in defense. “You are, but it’s okay.” His eyes roamed over your body, glancing over your face, then moving down across the shirt to your exposed thighs. You shifted, causing the shirt to rise higher up on your legs. You heard his breath hitch. “You look cute.”
You felt your face warm again, cheeks turning a rosy pink. This isn’t the first time he’s made a comment like that, but there was something different in the way he said it this time. Like there was some meaning behind it.
“Thanks,” you murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I can give it back, if you want?”
He shook his head, short brown hair swaying with the movement. “No, keep it. It looks better on you anyway,” he said softly.
You cleared your throat, shifting your gaze away from his and back toward the kitchen. “So,” you drawled. “How about some breakfast?”
“Great, I’m starving.”
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fluff#criminal minds#criminal minds fic#wheezy writes
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matthew gray gubler selfies, that's it
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