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| Day9: Kiss me more |
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WARNINGS: boys kissing, cuddling, whiny Reid, palming, grinding, cumming in pants
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WORDS: 1,082 (I think)
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PAIRINGS: S12+!Spencer Reid x m!reader
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I almost made the mistake of writing PP!Spencer Reid🧍♂️ JUST THINK POST PRISON.
I have ZERO idea what song my mom is listening to (lord forgive me if I sound uncultured) but it inspired this?
CAN YOU KISS ME MOREE? WERE SO YOUNG BOY WE AIN'T GOT NOTHIN TO LOSE, OH, OHHHH. IT'S JUST PRINCIPAL, CAN YOU HOLD ME? CUZ I LIKE THE WAY YOU MOVE, OH, OHHHH. BOY YOU WRITE YOUR NAME I CAN DO THE SAME OO I LOVE THE TASTE-
You've been having trouble sleeping, tossing and turning, flipping and flopping. You stop with a groan after about 15 minutes, not wanting to wake up Reid since he's barely gotten any either due to his nightmares and the habits he picked up in prison.
You get up and sneak out of the bedroom, checking the clock on your way out to see it's two in the morning. You head into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee, grabbing a mug down from the cupboards.
Reid, who has apparently been up since you started tossing around, walks up to you and leans back against the counter. Not a word is said. He hasn't been exactly.. touchy since he got out, hasn't really wanted to even hug or kiss. You respect that, obviously. The poor man had been through enough.
You grab a second mug and gesture to him in a silent offer, he nods and you begin to fill it up before passing it over, then filling up your own. You set the pot down and turn to lean against the counter with him, shoving a hand in your pocket.
“..Why are you up?” He asks quietly, looking over at you as you slip your coffee. You shrug, replying with a simple “fuck if I know”. He lightly nods his head, letting his gaze fall back to the snowy outdoors through the window.
You both drink the coffee in silence for a good ten, fifteen minutes until you build the balls to ask something. “Why.. uh, are you?”.. it's something at least?
Reid thinks for a minute, letting his gaze move back to you. He reaches over, slowly grabbing hold of your hand with his and intertwining your fingers. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He admits. “I worry about you. A lot.”.
His words make your heart melt, the gentle hold he has on your hand turning you into mere mush. You meet his gaze and set your coffee down, letting your now free hand move to rest on his cheek. “You don't have to.” You whisper.
He shrugs, mumbling something along the lines of “can't help it”. Silence falls again, though a comfortable one. You both just stare at each other, well, Spencer stares at your lips more than anything. You got to whisper a soft “I love you”, but get cut off by his lips pressing against yours. It's gentle, sweet. A hint of need coming from him.
You can't help but kiss back with just as much sweetness while moving your hand to the back of his head, cupping it and pulling him closer. Your lips move in harmony with his, each tugging up into a gentle smile.
Your tounge runs along the seam of his lips, pulling a small whine from him as his lips part to invite it in. You explore his mouth, running your tounge along his to pull another whine from him. “please..” Reid whispers, his trembling hands moving to your hips to pull your body firmer against his, the bulge in his pants pressing against yours. It's obvious he hasn't had anything since before prison, and that just makes you want to give him this more.
You continue the sweet kiss, gently shushing him as you guide him back to the bedroom, coffee long forgotten on the counter with your new goal of pleasing him. “I love you”’s being whispered along the journey into bed.
Undressing him was like unwrapping a Christmas present early, even if he only let you take off his shirt, claiming the room was too cold. You didn't push, you instead pulled the covers over you as you hovered over him, caging the warmth around the both of you.
Your lips barely dare to disconnect with his, only every once in a while to let each of you take a breath before pressing right back together. Each small whine he lets out is followed by a soothing “Shh” from you.
He's practically trembling with need, need for you, need to be touched. “Please- Touch me, please-” Reid only gets out half of his beg before he cuts himself off with a gasp, your hand having moved down to palm his cock through his sleep pants. His hands shoot to your shoulders, a firm grasp as he bucks up into your hand. He's about as sensitive as a virgin, already rock hard and leaking.
Reid grinds into your hand, whimpering, moaning, and tugging at your shirt. Your mouth stay on his, and you eat up each and every pornographic moan that comes from his plump lips.
He lets out incoherent pleas as he continues to grind against your hand, eventually unable to even kiss back from how much the pleasure consumes his thoughts. “s’good- missed you s'much.. haven't.. h-..” he mumbles. You tilt your head to the side, kissing his jaw.
“Haven't what, baby?” His hips buck purely from the name. “Haven't felt this good since you left, hm?” He nods his head in response. “I-I couldn't.. couldn't even get myself off..” He mumbles, whimpering and tossing his head back. You can tell he's close. “Oh, baby.. you couldn't even touch yourself?” You ask, leaning more against him so you can whisper in his ear. He shakes his head, biting down on his lip as his thighs begin to shake.
You grasp his cock more firmly through his pants, your middle finger toying with his steadily leaking tip where it strains against his pants. His hips buck, a high-pitched whine coming from his throat.
Tears well up in his eyes, and he just babbles out random pleas as his orgasm builds. It only takes a few thrusts into your hand until he finishes, gasping as it washes over him and paints the inside of his boxers white. You look up to see tears rolling down his cheeks, your free hand moving to wipe them away as your other works on helping him through the high, milking his cock of all its worth.
You remove your hand from his cock when you feel it completely soften, wrapping your arms around him and hoisting him up so you can pull him off to the bathroom. The poor man is nearly falling asleep in your arms.
“I'm gonna clean you up, okay?” You whisper, pushing open the bathroom door and setting him down. Reid leans against you, his arms remaining wrapped around you as he mumbles a “m’kay” in response.
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for the violence ask game: 8 common fandom opinion everyone is wrong about. for milgram. i know exactly what you're going to say i just want to see you go off again
Hiii bestie. You do know what I'm about to talk about. Yippee
Disclaimer that this whole essay is like. For fun and how I say things is ramped up to be funny. I don't mind if you disagree w me cuz like that's the nature of things! We disagree but we can get along.
Anyways short answer for people who don't wanna see the essay: organ harvesting theory. This is about shidou.
Idk how prevalent it is rn since not many people even talk about shidou but it was prevalent enough in June when I got into milgram that I believed it for a bit anyways the rest in under the cut cuz I'm insane sorrg
SO the main reason I think the theory is WRONG (hyperbole‼️) is because I just think it's unrealistic. Man works in a hospital in Japan. How would he pull it off. Scuff an operation bad enough to cause braindeath/death and I'm p sure they suspend your medical licence, if he participated in an organ harvesting operation pre-family-accident his case would then be black and white cuz he was doing it in complete sound mind with no regard for human life. Also it wouldn't justify the extreme reaction he's had to realizing, specifically, "what I've been robbing people of" (t1 voice trailer), and he wouldn't have as heavy a focus on the relatives' feelings and reactions. At least story writing wise it'd make less sense since it doesn't allude to anything if that's the end goal? Imo at least. Idk maybe this is because I really like tragedies in media. Also because it'd be a really disproportionately severe crime compared to every other direct murderer???? Like. We have strangled someone, stabbed someone, bludgeoning, bludgeoning, kicked someone to death. Organ harvesting looks cartoony in this context. It's also not a very prevelant issue in Japan iirc.
Also to prove my point further. If we use this theories the murders would be
Strangling, abortion??????, cyber bullying, stabbing, organ harvesting, toxic r/s, telling the truth (lmao), bludgeoning, bludgeoning, bludgeoning (minus weapon). Organ harvesting is goofy cuz it seems so.... Extreme,,,,,,,
ALSSOOOOO funny point. If he's not directly involved in his murder (as in, unintentional and indirect) that makes 5 direct and 5 indirect. Silly.
Also also his murder seems somewhat tied to how he feels about his job itself ("I wanted to contribute to society (about his career choice)/I had thought my work was a contribution to society", use of past tense) and to me it reads like hes disillusioned w his job esp since his reason for getting a highly sought after, high paying and high social ranking job is "I wanted to contribute to society". Doctors with that empathy can be affected by the death around them more severely and I think that's a fun topic to look at
I count this under "common fandom opinion" cuz it was common enough around June (whenyours truesly got into milgram) that I believed it. I mean I introduced shidou to my friend (hello clown) as "maybe Dr malpractice. Organ harvesting dude" and said friend (hello again clown) is also the one who's heard me bash the organ harvesting theory like 6 times at least now so. Yippee.
Take none of this seriously I just got off a plane and am so very eepy. If you like the organ harvesting theory good for you!!!!!!!💥💥💥💥💥 you do you bestie !!!!!!!!!!!!!! I literally do not think less of anyone who believes that theory I just personally dont lmao
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