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postazkabansiriussupremacy · 15 days

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Sleepy (Post Azkaban!Sirius x Reader)

Thinking about Sirius crawling into bed with you in the middle of the night

CW: NSFW. Sleepy, lazy sex. Rawdogging. Just porn w no plot.

The rustling of bed sheets and added weight to your mattress slowly pulls you from your sleep. There isn’t much room on the twin-sized bed, so you’re quickly engulfed in the heat and weight of someone else’s body.

“Sirius?” You mumble drowsily, slowly lifting your head to confirm the sight of him.

“Mhm.” He hums, tickling your neck with the stubble on his chin.

You relax and lay your head back down on the pillow. Sirius’s hand slides around your waist and pulls you closer until your back is flushed against his chest. He continuously plants slow, wet kisses along your neck and shoulder.

His hand wanders from your waist and down to your hip, then giving it a good squeeze before sliding down to your thighs. He gently sucks a few love bites onto your shoulders whilst groping and massaging your inner thighs.

The two of you have been sleeping in separate beds since Harry and the Weasley’s came back for Winter break. After Arthur was attacked and what with all the things Harry’s been going through, keeping your new-found relationship under wraps seems to be the best option for the time-being.

And Sirius—an incredibly touch-starved man that’s known nothing but isolation and loneliness for the last decade—is going absolutely mad.

Subconsciously spreading your legs for him, Sirius uses his fingers to push the fabric of your panties aside. He slowly swipes a digit between your already-wet folds and chuckles quietly, whispering in your ear. “Missed me?”

You moan and nod lazily, bringing a hand up to cup his bearded cheek.

“Shhh.” He scolds, using his wet finger to draw circles on your clit. “Don’t want anyone to hear you, do we?”

Listening to your sweet, soft breathing and occasional mewls, Sirius uses his other hand to pull his cock out. He gives it a few strokes before aligning it up to your cunt. You arch your back, trying lazily to get him to stick it in already.

He grins and nips your neck, whispering condescendingly into your ear, “Such an impatient little thing.”

Nevertheless, Sirius can’t say no to that. With one gentle thrust he buries himself deep into your twat.

“Sirius!” You gasp quietly, tightly gripping the pillow underneath your head. He hums in response, tucking his nose into your hair and starting to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm.

It’s been too long since he’s been inside you. Sirius doesn’t move his fingers away from your cunt. He focuses on spelling his own name over and over again onto your clit, because if he thinks too much about how good your pussy feels then he’ll cum too quickly.

But thankfully for him, you’re right on the edge as well. You try your best to muffle your moans and heavy breathing by turning your head and shoving your face into the pillow. Sirius pushes you forward by talking deeply into your ear, “C’mon, love, don’t hold back on me. I need to feel you cum on my cock.”

And that’s all you needed. Despite all of your best efforts to remain quiet, a long high-pitched moan escapes your lips as you reach the peak of your orgasm.

Feeling the walls of your cunt gripping his shaft, Sirius is sent over the edge as well. He cums with a quiet groan, shoving his face into the back of your neck and spilling his seed as deep into your pussy as he can get.

You both take a few moments to come down, smiling softly and saying nothing. Just enjoying each other’s presence. Sirius doesn’t move from his big spoon position, his cock still buried in your cunt.

You joke quietly, also making no effort to move. “Gonna fuck me and leave?”

“Of course not.” He kisses the shell of your ear. “Although I do wish the bed in this room was bigger; my arse is practically hanging off the side.”

#then i picture him leaving the room the next morning and bumping right into fred and george #it’s too obvious what’s going on #walking out of YOUR room at nine in the morning #with the happiest look on his face #f&g are just like 😏😏#‘have a good nights sleep sirius?’#tryna embarrass him #and sirius is completely unphased #bc hell yes he did #sirius black #sirius black x reader #post azkaban sirius #post azkaban sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fanfiction

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suntails · 5 months

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200 years

#200 FUCKIGN YEARS OF EFFORT. 200 YEARS OF SEARCHING ENDLESSLY FOR A SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLE ANSWER #DISGRACED AND LOSING ALL OF WHAT LITTLE HE HAD TO TRY AND BRING THIS GUY TO LIFE. FOR HIS PARENTS HE LOVED. FOR THE KINGDOM #like oh my GOD happiest moment of his life indeed. he gave up a fifth of his lifespan for this and achieved the impossible. so fuckign prou #dragon malleus looks so scrungly he looks so silly goofy. i kiss his head. he breathes fire in my face #tumblr as a reminder that ur my fav platform u get this two hrs before twitter does. i kiss u so lovingly #NOW im all lore-d out. leaving for the airport in 45 minutes i still havent packed lmao #twst #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst spoilers #ch 7 spoilers #suntails

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mimicha-arts · 8 months

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Want to squish his face 🥺

#link click #link click s2 #link click spoilers #shiguang dailiren #liu xiao #I'm so happy that he is a separated character #My expectations were so high and I'm the happiest person #I really like his face he looks like a bun

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atesomerocks · 1 year

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finally finished totk! probably one of my favourite new outfits from the game but never worn because i was BROKE

#totk spoilers #totk #tears of the kingdom #loz #link totk #blupee #digital art #digital illustration #my art #clown does art #also decided to draw him without right arm bc as a disabled person i think it would b verie sexy to get amputee link canon.#im not the happiest with how his face turned out but i think its bc his hair isnt there and it just looks off bc of that

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durgeteriormotives · 4 months

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Good morning ❤️ Art by Heph

The little blue tiefling Alamo belongs to Feydstan

The elf cursed with tiefling horns (and tail not pictured) is my durge Cain

#bg3 #Oc: Cain #Others OC #I'm unwell about these two #They are too adorable for mortal eyes #Cain might just be the happiest bhaalspawn in the whole durge multiverse #Living his best life since rejecting Bhaal #Look at their faces #They are so smitten #Yes I'm yelling about them in the tags #yes I'll do it again in the future ❤️#Durge #Tav

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cashweasel · 6 months

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Some very late Halloween doodles ft besties @sysba and @night-triumphantt ocs because they are KILLING me and I had to share

Galael is being harassed and syfyn is a seagull but it’s ok because their bfs are having the time of their lives serving cunt as sexy lifeguards how can you be mad at that?? (I’m looking at u especially swim rescue galael)

Daemon and karima as jasper and alice HDJSKSKDHD they have my whole heart I just can’t get over daemon’s wig and karima serving teenage boy

Zuko and katara will never beat the kiyazan allegations and if they had a halloween contest they’d win best dressed 🤝

#they were waiting for daemon and karima to get posted djdkskdj #time isn’t real it’s fine #honorable mention Layla and shaheen + their kiddos all going as a shrek family #every time I look at galael’s face I die a little it’s so fucking funny for one reason (actually yes for a reason look at them)#no* reason #can’t believe they’re sleeping in the guest room bc they’re mad they were carried potato sack style and not princess style #literally losing it imagining him grabbing his pillow and walking out of the room #kiyazan actually I’m obsessed with theirs they’re so cute #they look more like zuko and katara than zuko and katara themselves wtf 😂#also kiki sitting on his lap and doing his makeup? 1000% worth #happiest day of his life I believe #daemon….. I always pictured him with his hair and then was drawing it and I was like wait-#i hate it but I love it #he looks better than karima at least #also silas is a real one for matching with his bestie and idk how he managed to convince syfyn to be a seagull but slay 💀💀#anyways I just had to throw this out there I go to bed now kdksjdhdk #will anyone see this? idk but it was important to share either way #ocs #my art #kiyazan #galen #daemon x karima

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wildesinclair · 1 year

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did danny even have any benefits in investing in the sinclair special

#danny wilde #brett sinclair #the persuaders #fanart #roger moore #tony curtis #had a couple of persuaders thoughts recently #also im sorry danny doesnt look like danny #i redrew him so many times but i couldnt get his face right :'''^)#also yes in my mind brett used to be the happiest when he was racing but he got burnt out and dropped it #danny just wants to see brett smile like that again #pure and genuine

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lys-jeorge · 1 year

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And in the most important news of the day,

Rekkles once again acknowledged the existence of his Instagram account,

I love him,

That's all there is to it.

#rekkles #love a man who posts selfies once every couple of weeks #the food is appreciated #he's in berlin and for some reason that was surprising to me but should it be i do not know #not the happiest looking rekkles selfie i ever saw lbr #but so long as he is happy he doesn't need to look it #he's pretty whether happy or sad #probably also angry but that's not a mood in which he posts selfies to my knowledge #probably be hot #anyway hope things are going good for him and the sad selfie is for the aesthetic #ok i'm gonna #read about octopus brains again or something #i just had to #you know #express appreciation for his face #kbye

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mechahero · 6 months

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"Would you still like me if I was covered head to toe in blood?" It's an out of the blue question, a thought that crossed his mind and he blurts it out on impulse. He never specified if it was his own or someone else's.

#//'would you still love me if i was a worm' but for weird murder boys #//lambda shows up at your house covered in gore and a slightly blank look in his eyes and the happiest smile on his face wyd?#//highly specific situation here but still #he's a killer queen... {ic}

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 2 years

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⚠️ licht romantic end spoilers

🐶 overprotective puppy meets stubborn wolf 🐺

#in which rio cares for emma so much he'll even try to squeeze the depression outta licht to make her happy... wow #but hey it takes a lot to look at the guy the person you love is with and try to make things better instead of just being petty or sad #rio is such a loving guy and i rly rly can't wait to finally get around to his route... eventually lol. whenever it comes out in en anyway #he spit a lot of truth here tho but in the end he always tries to make sure she's at her happiest no matter who she ends up with.. my heart #the lengths he goes to just to keep her safe or bring a smile to her face... if you ever find someone like that you def shouldn't let go eh #l'hôtel.ikepri #ikepri licht #ikepri rio #licht route spoilers #ikepri.licht #ikepri.rio #aerin.jpg #my post 📫

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yisschamp · 2 years

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the dream and honestly dream team fanart evolution over time is something that seriously needs to be studied

#misc ramblies #I was gonna say dnf specifically but I think that one is actually pretty obvious w the trends/dnf opening up to us over time #less George twinkification less dream alpha male rep. (THIS IS WHAT I’M HAPPIEST ABOUT)#that one pocket in time where everyone was drawing the mc skins bc no one knew what they all looked like #and after sapnap changed his skin there was noticeably less fanart of him with tanner/darker skin (sometimes even darker than skeppy iirc 💀)#the dream team colors as a CONCEPT tbh how we all associate them with Specific colors unshakably #eventually over time less fanart of gnf with goggles #dreams whorification of course #less fanart of mc skins more of their irl looks that strangely didn’t rlly apply to sapnap…#the grip George’s heterochromia design has even though DREAM is the one with heterochromia (diff type though)#the switch from adventure/mc focused fanart to more domestic and them irl together fanart #don’t even get me started on dreams skin design changing from the face on body thing to the mask and hoodie and gloves human thing #THE SMP DESIGN EVOLUTION but I’ll talk about that a different day

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 2 years

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hehe I saw your ectoloader textpost while writing your request MUAHAHAHA anyways even though PL doesn't really like sweets anytime ecto offers him some he can't bring himself to refuse because he knows how much his husband loves to eat them AND share them, and his little tough heart cant bare to see ecto just a little sad

Oh hello hello!! Well that’s great timing lmao- Coincidentally, I saw your ask while I was in the middle of writing ectoloader angst, and it was a very nice fluffy change of pace 😂

Ouhhh wait that’s so cute!!! I can totally see him doing this too, he’s such a softy for Ecto I love it sm T^T

The sweets may set his teeth on edge and give him a tummy ache but seeing Ecto sad is 200% worse-

Ecto just being :D!! Everytime 🥰🥰

#ectoloader #i love this sm #they’re so cute 😭😭😭#thank you for blessing me with the imagery of Ecto just offering #Higari sweets with the happiest look on his face #and Higari just taking them with a look that says ‘I don’t really want this but god you’re so adorably happy about it how can I not’#I’m going to cry I love them so much #I’m writing some nice sad angst rn so that’s fun #but this fluff is just so good #tw caps

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lucxsinclxirs · 2 years

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thanks for being a great friend lucas - w

thanks for always being there, will . <3

#// man . thingkin ab the scene in s1 when wills in the hospital n lucas comes in screamin BYERS w the happiest look on his face n :[

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fmhobeus · 2 months

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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

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yuukiiqwq · 19 days

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Satoru Gojo was more than ready to propose to you. For you to be his pretty little wife. For you to take his last name. To see you walk down the aisle in a white dress. He has spent weeks picking out a ring for you. Weeks finding the perfect place to propose. Weeks just for this moment. He knows you'll say yes.

Today was the day he would propose. He had everything all set up and ready. The ring box is in his pocket. He just needs to come home to you and get you ready for the date. He had long made a promise to himself. He'll make you happy because you are the world to him.

He then felt a vibration in his pocket from his phone, immediately snapping him out of his thoughts. He opened his phone to see that Shoko had called him. He accepted the call and was about to ask Shoko what she needed before she interrupted him.

"Satoru."

Satoru immediately freezes. Shoko had never called him by his first name. It was always Gojo.

"Come to my office," was the only thing Shoko said before ending the call. Her voice was shaking.

Dread filled Satoru's body. A chill was sent down his spine. Something was wrong, so he immediately teleported to Shoko's office. He was greeted with the sight of Shoko, his students, and you. The students' eyes red from crying. Shoko is unable to look him in the eyes. You covered in blood. Your curse energy completely diminished. Your lifeless body is on the table.

Oh. Oh.

"I'm sorry, sensei! It's all my fault!" Yuji apologies as he cries.

"She saved us." Nobara whispered as she continued to wipe her endless tears.

"We let our guard down." Megumi looks down. He was holding in his pain. "It's my fault. I was careless. They were wrong about–"

Satoru doesn't register the rest of Megumi's word. His ears were ringing, and his vision was blurring. A void in replacement of his heart. The ring in his pocket felt a lot heavier. He stares at your body before closing his eyes. He then turned toward his students with a smile.

"Hey, hey! It's alright, guys. It's not your fault. It was an accident! Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault at all. How about you guys take the next few days to relax! I'm sure this was very traumatic for you to lose a teacher in front of your eyes!"

"Gojo–" Megumi started, but he was pushed out the door with his friends before he could utter another word.

"Here, take my card and buy some stuff to help you take your mind off this, yeah? You guys need rest!" Satoru says as he closes the door. He's glad that he has his blindfold on so the students couldn't see the grief and pain in his eyes. He waited until he could no longer sense their curse energy before turning around towards you and Shoko.

"Shoko. Can you leave too? Just for a bit?" He asked. No. He pleaded. His voice was no higher than a whisper. He can't cry yet. Not in front of anyone but you. He's the strongest.

Shoko nodded and walked towards the door. "I'm sorry, Satoru. I tried to save her. I know today was suppose–" Shoko stopped before she finished the sentence. She bit the bottom of her lips before apologizing once more and then left.

Now, Satoru was left alone in the room with your lifeless body. He took off his blindfold and walked up to you. He held your once warm hand in his. He caressed your cheek as the tears that he was holding back finally fall down his face. He was going to propose to you today. You were supposed to be his wife. You were supposed to be with him until the day he died. But now... he would no longer see you. Your smile. Your laugh. You would no longer be smiling at him. In his arms. In his embrace. He wouldn't get to see your beautiful eyes open. Your voice. He wouldn't be able to hear your love for him. He won't be able to hear your "I love you, Satoru." You would no longer call his name. Oh, how he loved his name coming from your lips. It was supposed to be one of his happiest days. If he could only go back to yesterday. Where you were still in his arms, the two of you whispering your love to one another. Kisses being exchanged. Where you were still warm and alive. Where he can still stretch out his hand and reach you.

Fate loves taunting him with his loved ones. It loves to ruin him. To tear him apart. To rip his heart out and shred it to pieces because he's the strongest. So he'll always fail to protect the ones he loves. Fate is laughing at him because he is a joke. Fate is celebrating his grief. He has losted and fate has won again.

He doesn't know how much time has passed. Him next to your lifeless body, praying that you would just wake up. He wants to join you. Join you in the afterlife. To see you. To be with you. But he can't. He knows you'll never forgive him if he did. He still has his students to look after. A world to save. A revenge to sought after. He wiped his tears away because you would hate seeing him cry. He kissed you gently for the last time and whispered his eternal love towards you and a "I'll see you soon."

He then reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring. Your ring. He slipped it onto your ring finger and asked– "Will you marry me?"

A yes forever unspoken.

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rreids · 1 month

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WANT • S. REID X READER

smut (mdni, you will be blocked); needy spencer; praise; fem!reader; oral (f receiving); possessive wording; ~1.1k words

Spencer was, for lack of better word, whipped.

Morgan would say pussy-whipped, but Spencer wasn’t fond of that. Just because he liked you, would stop what he’s doing at the drop of a hat for you… it was for more than your body.

Even if it was beautiful.

He could remember every curve, every scar, every wrinkle, envision it clearly in his mind's eye.

God, he missed you.

“Hey, boy genius,” Morgan calls, and he snaps back to attention. “Staring at your file won’t get it done,”

“I know,” Spencer grumbles, going to make more coffee. He sends you a text — miss you. — when he does. He’s not one for that, preferring calls and time together, and knows you’ll piece it together.

It’s an excruciating hour and a half that it takes to get the paperwork done and put in and to drive back to your shared apartment.

He relaxes even as he puts his key into the lock, door opening to the smell of your body wash.

His eyes find you first, dressed in one of his shirts, hair still wet.

“Oh.”

He lets it click shut behind him, eyes trailing up and down you shamelessly.

“Missed me?” You tease, and he nods. You wrap him in a hug, clingy as ever. He melts into you.

With you wrapping him in your arms, he has no choice but to stumble to the couch and let you sit him down and straddle him, lightly tracing the smile lines that won’t fade as he looks at you.

“Pretty boy,” you coo, and he smiles more. “What’s going on in your head?”

He makes a show of pretending to think and grab the thought before meeting your eyes. “Thinking about how gorgeous you are,”

You beam at him, and he wills the image to sear itself into his memory.

You’re so warm and soft above him, just supple skin and delicious smells that make his head spin with need, nothing on but his shirt and a pair of flimsy panties. He can feel everything, and it drives him insane, fingers twitching against your thighs.

“Spence,” you whisper. “Words, baby,”

“You’re so soft,” he exhales quickly and you cock a brow, letting him trail his fingers to your inner thigh, where he draws circles.

He wants to pull your panties to the side so badly. But he knows to wait.

“Yeah? I moisturized today.” You give him a smile, sultry and enticing, and then you tug your (his) shirt off, pressing your breasts into his chest. “Feel. Soft, right?”

He obeys, trailing his fingertips so lightly it raises goosebumps. His mind feels like it’s full of cotton. “Yeah–yeah, soft,” he clears his throat, wanting to nibble hickeys into the skin. With effort, he tears his eyes away and to your face. “And so gorgeous. Like always.”

You hum, tap a finger against his temple. He leans into your hand, desperate for the touch. “Thank you, baby,”

He stares at you in silence, forcing back thoughts of what he wants.

“Wanna prove how much you missed me?”

“Please,” his tone is almost reverent, and he should be ashamed how easily he folds for you; how he wants to be on or in you, always; how he wants and wants and wants, and how it’s never enough; how he’s happiest with your smell and touch overwhelming his senses.

“Show me.”

Spencer slips to the floor on his knees, pressing a kiss to the side of your knee. He crawls his hands up slowly, lets them hook in the waistband of your panties and tug. He thumbs the wet spot before dropping them to the ground, and he knows his eyes are blown out when he stares at your beautiful pussy, glistening with your need for him.

He exhales shakily and shuffles closer, presses a kiss to your thigh before licking a stripe up your core. He groans at the taste, shutting his eyes when you whimper at the sensation — the sight of your chest heaving, eyes glazed over already, head thrown back as far as you could while keeping your gaze trained on him… it was too much.

Spencer circles your clit with his tongue before kissing it, letting your thighs squeeze around him with an eager moan.

He shifts a little lower, nose bumping into your clit as he dips his tongue into you. You shudder, whimper his name like he’s helping you see heaven, and he sighs, sloppily licking into you.

He normally has good technique but he’s already so drunk off your taste, ears buzzing and face burning hot, red with desire and loss of air.

Spencer only whines when you tug on his hair and yank him back, reveling in the way it stings.

“Breathe, Spence,”

He nods, head swimming. He wants — god, he wants you spread open on his fingers and tongue, quivering under the stimulation, sweating and sobbing from how good it feels; he wants you to help him get off, wants you to fuck him until he can barely breathe and it aches to be touched; he wants you to mark him and he wants to be called yours.

“‘m yours,”

“Hm?” It comes off airy and whiny as he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

He takes a bit to answer, pulling back breathlessly. “Tell me I’m yours,”

“You’re mine,” you tell him, tugging his hair and shoving him back into you. He whimpers. Loudly. “You’re my good boy, you’ll do what I say, yeah?”

He nods vigorously, getting sloppier and sloppier, more whimpers and vibrations into you than coordinated movement.

“Spence. My love,” you gasp, arching up into him. “Make me cum,”

Spencer nips your clit, just enough for you to shriek and melt under him after tensing.

“Mine, my pretty fuckin’ girl,” he’s incoherent, babbling. “So sweet and pretty, always ready for me, such a sweet girl… tastes as good as you look, as you talk,” Spencer locks eyes with you finally, and he swears he could cum from how dazed you are alone.

You wail as he finally tips you over the edge, and Spencer can’t stop. Not when you taste so good, and all he can smell is your arousal coating his chin and your thighs, when you’re shaking around him and all he wants is for you to do it again.

It takes you yanking him away from you for his mind to clear a little from the fog, breathing heavily and eyes trained on your pussy until you guide him to look at you.

“Enough, baby,” you coo, rubbing your slick off his chin. “Give me a breather,”

He whines.

“Pussy-whipped,” you coo, and he can only nod. “Just give me a second and you can have me again,”

Spencer licks his lips. “Thank you.”

fuck it we ball (not proofread which.. expect that. when it comes to my works). i need him so bad. gif is my own :)

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