#DE I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH

[andr0nap-wf]

I FINISHED THE QUEST

GOD?? GOD HELLO?? ARE YOU OUT THERE??? GOD???????????? HELLO????

[illuminetic]

DO YOU GET IT. DO YOU SEE THE VISION.

[volivolition]

ough. it's been a long day, pass the volistry 💜❤️

[the-woman-upstairs]

Armand on a post-divorce bender while Daniel is partying it up on tour with Lestat

[quijotine]

(spoilers ahead) s3 finale legend of vox machina 10000/10 BUT

feel like they could've milked those last 3 episodes for at least double the run time.

It felt rushed compared to the rest of the season. I mean, each individual quest could've lasted just as much as the arc that led to Percy's death, but alas, Amazon and its season standardization is here to kill creativity and the arts.

The fact they rushed to tie up all the loose ends killed the emotional payoff they had set with earlier stakes. For example, Percy's revival and his reunion with Vex. Even Keyleth's declaration to Vax. Which btw, looking back, it's sad they put Vaxleth on the backburner. I'm a Perc'ahlia stan first and human second, but Vaxleth felt almost as a sidequest compared to how pivotal Perc'ahlia was to the season. I guess Vaxleth will have its moment to shine in the sun once...... the thing happens, but idk, I wish they had let us savor the moment a bit more for both ships.

I just wish, ya know, they'd given us a bit more brainrot.

Anyway both ships got to fuck this season and Vex still graced that pathetic, smitten sod with the best tits in Exandria ia so it's still a 1000/10 😌😌😌

Also! I gotta say I'm intrigued with how Percy will end up with Cabal's Ruin. I don’t watch the live play (shh don’t judge me i have a short attention span) but as far as I understood, the last fight with Ripley is where Percy would have gotten it?? I guess they're saving that for the Vecna arc.

Anyway, I still love it lol and I'm glad they did bring back best boy no mercival percival because his existence holds my sanity with the thinnest mf thread 😌 and when i tell you i was at the edge of my seat when we were halfway through the finale and there was still no sight of my favorite dumbest nerd.

girl i stopped breathing for a sec there

[three-eyed-skullbunny]

kissing you so hard rn

kissing you even harder

[moonchild-in-blue]

ART MUSEUM DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE

my favorite pieces are the Detroit Industry Murals at the Detroit Institute of Arts painted by Diego Rivera and Flowers in a Rococo Vase by Paul Cézanne, which I saw at the National Museum of Art back in 2015!!!!!!! tell me yours if you want

AAAAAAAAAA PLS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I ADORE THIS!!!

I LOVE hearing about people's favourite pieces like. This is fr my love language 🥹 it's amazing to look at something you would maybe not give much importance through someone else's eyes 💙

AND YOU GOT TO SEE THEM??? WOW that's so incredible!!! Those murals are gorgeous - I can only imagine how surreal it must've been to stand there like 🥹✨

Okay so, in order, mine are Monet's garden paintings - I don't think I have one specific favourite, but the water lilies and bridge paintings are so special to me! Love love love Monet (did see some of his work at the London MoMA!!! So special!!!).

Then we have Psyche Revived By Cupid's Kiss by Antonio Canova, which I have been very annoying about in here before lmao. It's on the Louvre and I really want to visit it 🥺 I know for a fact that I'll weep seeing it in person 🥺 (it's also my favourite myth btw 💘)

Then my most favourite is probably Portrait Of A Lady by Gustav Klimt. I've been in love with it for a million years now 💙 HERE:

Everyone talks about The Kiss or Adele or any other with his famous patterns like Death and Life and The Virgins, etc etc. But for some reason Portrait Of A Lady makes me go all fuzzy and warm and teary-eyed. I can't explain why. Would also love to see it in person one day - it's in an Italian museum (forgor the name).

[hello-sapphic-mess-here]

i am literally on the floor

[jules-and-company]

quelques shots que j’apprécie esthétiquement parlant

[bunny-jpeg]

how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

the servers are from the following: formula one, call of duty, baldur's gate 3, haikyuu, one piece, jujustu kaisen, detective comics (dc), marvel comics (but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!)

i do also accept polyam relationships! (pairing + reader), up to about four people! just to make it manageable on my end!

all orders can be made to the inbox for @bunnys-kisses and i'll get your order together asap! also let me know if you want it extra sweet or a little more spicy !

mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

ORDER UP!

[c0eu4]

Charles speaking dirty in french🤭🤭🤭🤭

CL16 | Dirty boy ♡

Summary: Y/n keeps bothering her boyfriend until he gives in and shows her how to be a good girl.

Warning: dirty talk, smut, no protect sex, dom!Charles, sub!reader, mean!Charles, handcuffs, a bit of hitting (soft)

A/N: enjoy<3

Translation: mon amour= my love | Chéri.e= darling

MASTERLIST requests are open

She sits on his lap, her hand passing through his brown hair. ''Mon amour, I'm trying to work.'' If there are two things that the young woman loves, it's annoying her boyfriend when he's trying to work and his horribly sexy French accent.

She kisses his cheek, her other hand running over his abs through his t-shirt. He feels a shiver down his spine, but doesn't give in to temptation. ''Chérie, please.''

She doesn't listen to him and kiss the crook of his neck, nibbing it softly. His hand found its way to her waist, rubbing it softly. ''Don't you want to take a break?'' She let her hand go under his t-shirt, using her fingerstip to touch his abs.

He sighs, from pleasure? Annoying? She does not know but she doesn't care. Her hand under his t-shirt keeps going up, her mouth continuing to stimulate his neck by leaving a few red marks and lovebites.

He didn't push her away, trying to focus on the computer screen in front of him. He begins to feel tight in his pants, her ass wiggling against him and her fingertips tracing the vertical line of his abs.

His hand which was on her waist goes down to caress her ass, squeezing it softly. ''T'as envie que je te baise hein?'' you want me to fuck you, huh?

She doesn't understand what he said but can't help and moan softly against his soft skin. He grabs her jaw and forces her head up to kiss her. She moans into the kiss and Charles takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, caressing the inside of her cheeks.

She removes his headphone and places it on the desk, running her hand through his hair. He picks her up and moves her into the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. ''Qu'est ce que je vais faire de toi?'' What am I going to do with you?

She feels the excitement build even more in her body, his accent completely turning her brain. ''Tu es si irrésistible..'' You're so irresistible.

He removes his t-shirt, finally revealing his abs that she loves to caress so much. ''Take off all of your clothes.'' His voice was firm yet sweet. She listens to him and takes off her clothes, revealing her underwear to him. ''I said all of your clothes.'' She can't help but blush, even though Charles has seen her naked so many times.

She takes off her last clothes and watches him rummage through the drawer of his nightstand.

''Is it ok if I tie your wrist to the bed?'' She bit her lower lips. ''Yes. You can do whatever you want with me, my love.''

Charles smirks, taking off two handcuffs from the drawer, deftly tying one end around one of her wrist, securing it to the headboard. He repeated this process with her other wrist, leaving her bound and vulnerable in front of him.

He takes his time to take off his pants and joins her in bed, getting on top of her and one of his hands already trailing between her thighs. ''Je parie que tu es toute mouillée, mh?'' I bet you're soaking, mh?

She whines, wanting him to touch her. ''Please.. Charlie..'' He chuckles, his cold hand touching her inner thighs. She can't help but move her hips to try and show him her impatience. His fingers move up slowly and he slides one finger between her wet folds. ''Toute mouillée et rien que pour moi.'' All wet and only for me.

She closes her eyes, trying to move her hands but can't. Her head fell back against the pillow with a long moan of his name when she felt his lips against her bundle of nerves.

She can't help but squirm with pleasure as he continues to stimulate her with his tongue. And just as she was about to cum, Charles suddenly stopped and moved his kisses back to her stomach.

''What the hell Charles!'' she shouted, frustrated. He laughs, kissing her ribs. His laugh is deep and dark, almost frightening.

He rubs himself against her wet fold, making her moan deeply. He can feel the wet through his boxer and it turns him so much on. ''Putain Y/n tu vas me faire jouir juste parce que t'es autant mouillée.'' Damn Y/n you're gonna make me cum just because of your wetness.

''Charles..I need you!'' She whines, shaking violently under him. He doesn't wait longer and takes off his boxer and thrust roughly into her tight and wet cunt.

''Merde.. t'es si serré..'' shit.. you're so tight..

He doesn't wait any longer to almost pull out and go back in roughly.

''Tu la prends si bien.'' You take it so well.

If he keeps talking like that, she'll probably cum faster than expected.

''Oh oui, t'es si bonne.. ma pute..'' Oh yes, you're so good.. my whore..

''Ch-Charles!'' She moaned loudly before cumming hardly around his cock. Charles takes it upon himself and holds back from cumming as he feels her walls tightening around his cock. He speeds up his movements, his hips hitting hers with a sensual sound of flesh smacking and a wet sound.

His hand hits the side of her thigh. ''Dit moi que tu m'appartient.'' Tell me you're mine.

She doesn't understand what he says and moans loudly, not having time to recover from her orgasm.

Charles hit her thigh a second time, this time leaving a red mark of his hand. ''Dit moi que you're mine!''

Her back arches a second time, her eyes filling with tears. ''I-I'm yours !'' He moaned loudly, but kept holding himself. ''En Français.'' in French.

The feeling is almost unbreathable and she can barely find her breath. ''Je..J-je appartiens.'' She managed to moan, with her sensual English accent.

''Putain oui..Bonne fille.. Mon jouet baisable préféré..'' Fuck yes.. good girl.. my favorite fucktoy..

Charles redoubles his efforts, showing his breathing and dumbbell physique in his thrusts. The room is filled with their moans. One of Charles' hands finds its way between her legs, playing with her clit.

She doesn't wait any longer to come brutally a second time, tears leave her eyes to roll down her cheeks.

''Oh oui.. serre moi fort..'' Oh yes.. tight me hard..

Charles continues to thrust inside her until he reaches his own climax, his hot seed feeling her up perfectly.

''Ah! Putain! Y/n! T'es trop bonne!'' Ah! Fuck! Y/n! You're too good!

He crashes into her, still being careful not to hurt her. After a few minutes of catching their breath, he pulls out of her with a wet noise and one last moan leaves her lips.

He unties her hands, massaging her wrist to relieve it. ''Ça va, mon chat?'' All good, my cat?

She turns around and hugs him tightly, nuzzling her head into his neck. ''That was great. As usual.''

He can't help but smirk, his hands rubbing her back. ''Je sais que t'aime bien quand je suis méchant avec toi..'' I know you like it when I'm mean with you..

One of his hand goes lower and gently strokes her red thigh. She kisses his neck, already nibbing on it again.

''Ready for round two?''

[wileys-russo]

Hi , requesting a prompt

With Alexia at her home " have you been always this cuddly ? "

Thank you

wine drunk II a.putellas

you'd let yourself in with your key and gotten comfortable, curled up on your girlfriends sofa with a bowl of popcorn and a drink, tv remote in hand and dressed entirely in alexia's clothes.

you knew she had late meetings and wouldn't be home for awhile but you'd already organised to stay the night since the two of you had spent the last few days apart, with you being in girona visiting family and alexia remaining in barcelona.

the pair of you had only been seeing one another officially for little over four months, drawn together through a mutual friend and introduced at a dinner you were both a little awkward and made up the less outgoing and boisterous end of the table.

none the less you'd gotten talking, obviously knowing who alexia was because you didn't live under a rock and you'd been going to patri's games for a long while now.

but you'd only moved to barcelona this year, much to patri's delight as she quickly drew you into her inner circle determined to keep you here and make you feel as welcomed as possible.

you'd made it through three episodes of a new show you'd been recommended by a coworker when you heard her key in the lock, frowning as a thump and several choice curses sounded on the other side of the door.

you hopped up to your feet and hurried over, flicking the deadbolt and pulling the door open. "mi amor!" alexia lit up at the sight of you, a laugh of surprise leaving your mouth as she charged inside and swept you up into a bear hug.

"hola cari!" you laughed again, arms wrapping around her neck as she twirled and kicked the door closed behind her, placing you carefully back down again.

"woah woah alexia que eres-" you started, grabbing her shoulders as no sooner did your feet touch the floor you were marched backward, squealing as your ass hit the arm of the couch and you fell backward.

"Te eché de menos." your girlfriend promptly crawled on top of you as you barely had time to shuffle back a little more before she hauled herself up and over the arm of the couch, legs dangling off as her head made its home on your chest.

"i missed you too." you chuckled, running hands through her hair and tilting her head back to kiss her forehead. "amor, estás bien?" you asked with a small smile of amusement as she squeezed you tightly, her body settled on top of you quite pleasant like a weighted blanket.

"sí, muy muy muy bien." your girlfriend assured, patting your sides gently and squeezing you again as you gave her an odd look. "have you always been this cuddly? or did an alien replace you while i was gone?" you teased still massaging her scalp and hearing her scoff, head popping up to glare down at you.

you heard her began to chastise you in spanish but now up close you watched her mannerisms and the slight slur to her voice and it all clicked. "dios mío, amor are you drunk?" you laughed, managing to sit up a little more as alexia scoffed again.

"no!" the footballer argued but as she sat back on her knees and swayed slightly you grinned. "you are, you're drunk!" you laughed in shock, alexia blowing a raspberry at you with her tongue and waving you off, only putting another nail in the coffin.

"when you said it was a business dinner i did not realise that meant drinking." you grinned, alexia grumbling something inaudible, pinching your knee and moving off of you and to her feet.

"i am not drunk. ni hablar! i have one, maybe two glass of wine." the midfielder scoffed, but you only grinned more as she stumbled ever so slightly, trying to play it off as if she'd tripped over the carpet, poking at some imaginary hazard with her toe.

"you are a light weight putellas, all it takes for you to be drunk is a glass or two of wine!" you reminded with a snicker, standing and following after her into the kitchen, pulling yourself to sit up on the counter.

"ah!" she clicked her tongue at you, wiggling her fingers for you to hop down as you rolled your eyes and made a face at her.

normally she'd come and pull you down herself to make a point, muttering about her clean counters but she seemed to have more pressing matters to follow up as her head disappeared into the pantry.

"alexia." you gasped as she turned around, packet of chips in hand, another tell tale sign. "cállate." the footballer waved you off, hand digging around in the back as you smirked and shook your head.

"drunk snacking." you tutted at her, grinning as she playfully slapped your knee before knocking your legs apart and moving to stand between them, arms winding around you and her head again resting against your chest.

"so the meetings were good then bebé?" you chuckled, her chin resting on your sternum as she hummed with a small nod, eyes a little droopy.

she asked a few questions about your trip home, the pair of you having been in near constant communication while you were with your family, but not long after you fell into a comfortable silence, your hand cradling the back of her head as she leaned more into you.

"ale!" you groaned in disgust as something brushed your ear, your girlfriend trying to pass a handful of her chips over your shoulder and into her mouth, packet held in hand behind your back.

"i just washed my hair." you whined, kicking her lightly as she hummed, pressing a salty kiss to your cheek making you grimace as she tied the bag up using a hair tie on her wrist and put them back.

"tan mimoso cuando estás borracho." you teased as again she returned between your legs, hands on your hips and pulling you a little closer, indeed always extra cuddly when she'd had a drink, quite the affectionate drunk.

"vale mi vida, shower and we can cuddle in bed." you reminded, shaking her gently with a small smile of amusement as her eyes fluttered open and she hummed.

though the moment she let go of you with a sigh and stepped backward your hand slapped over your mouth as she tripped over her own feet careered over backward.

"oye, bebita?" "sí tonta?" "i might be drunk."

[wethotcrazy]

STEADY

pairing: Franco Colapinto x Reader

word count: 1366

fact: i am filipino— this being said if you're familiar with the oa x nonchalant trope this is exactly that. if you aren't familiar this is just franco being dramatic and reader being calm.

Franco Colapinto was nothing if not a romantic. Over the years, he’d become well-known not only for his talent on the track but also for his unrelenting passion—and nowhere was that passion more evident than in his relationship with Y/N. Their dynamic had become something of a legend in the racing world: Franco was the dramatic, endlessly affectionate boyfriend, while Y/N was his steady, nonchalant counterpart who, even after all this time, kept him grounded.

For fans and fellow drivers alike, watching them was like witnessing a rom-com in real life. Social media ate up every affectionate gesture, every over-the-top declaration he made, all countered by her quiet, unflappable responses. To Franco, she was his luz de mi vida—his light, his steady anchor in a world of chaos. And even though she wasn’t the type to mirror his theatrics, everyone could see the love in her eyes, hidden in those private smiles she only saved for him.

It was a race weekend, and the paddock buzzed with its usual pre-race energy. Franco spotted Y/N talking with one of the engineers, her calm and attentive demeanor at odds with the chaos around them. His heart flipped; even after all these years, just seeing her could make his day.

With a grin, he sauntered over, slipping his arms around her from behind. “Mi amor,” he purred into her ear, not caring if a few people saw. “Did you know you’re the reason my heart races faster than my car?”

She barely blinked, glancing up with that same unbothered expression he adored. “Is that so?” she replied, eyebrow raised slightly.

“Claro,” he said, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “Without you, I’d be lost, mi vida.”

She sighed, giving him a gentle pat on the cheek. “Good thing I’m not going anywhere, then.”

Franco’s grin only widened as she shook her head at his antics, and he caught sight of a few crew members watching them with amused smiles. They were used to it by now—Franco being hopelessly enamored while Y/N grounded him with just a look.

In between practice sessions, Franco kept sneaking glances at her, and when he caught her eye, he’d send a playful wink or blow a kiss, mouthing “Te amo” across the garage. She’d merely give a small, almost imperceptible nod in return, but that slight smile she gave him was enough.

As they walked to the hospitality area for lunch, he took her hand, twirling her as if they were in the middle of a dance floor instead of a crowded paddock. “Mi reina,” he declared, loud enough that nearby drivers like Logan and Ollie couldn’t help but overhear and laugh. “You grace me with your presence.”

“Franco,” she chided softly, letting him twirl her before steadying herself again. “People are watching.”

“Let them watch,” he said with a grin, leaning in close. “Let them see how much I love you, mi cielo.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek, and she rolled her eyes, but he caught the faint blush rising on her cheeks.

Ollie strolled by, chuckling. “Franco, you’re gonna give the fans a heart attack with all this.”

Y/N smirked at him. “You think it’s bad now?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Try keeping up with him off-track.”

Franco gave her a wounded look, placing a hand over his heart. “Ay, amor, you make me sound insufferable.”

“Only a little bit,” she replied with a straight face, earning a round of laughter from the others. But the way her hand stayed in his, even as she teased him, spoke volumes.

By evening, clips of the day’s interactions were circulating all over social media. Fans were in love with the way Franco couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her, and with the endless endearments he showered upon her. A trending clip showed Franco dramatically proclaiming, “Sin ti, soy nada” (“Without you, I am nothing”) as Y/N deadpanned, “Well, you’d better make it to the grid anyway.”

Fans loved it, with captions like, “Franco being a literal novela character while Y/N keeps him grounded = ultimate couple goals” and “Y/N’s poker face is elite but we all know she’s just as in love as he is 🥺.”

Later that evening, back at the hotel, they were alone at last. Franco was sprawled on the couch, his head resting in her lap as she scrolled through her phone. He sighed contentedly, reaching up to brush his fingers along her hand.

“Te quiero mucho, mi corazón,” he murmured, his voice soft and without the dramatics he usually used in public.

She looked down at him, finally letting her cool façade melt away. Gently, she ran her fingers through his hair. “I know, mi amor.” She leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, her voice barely a whisper. “I love you too.”

He closed his eyes, basking in the rare intimacy of her words. “See, you have a romantic side,” he teased, cracking one eye open to look at her with a smile.

“Only for you,” she replied, giving his shoulder a playful squeeze.

The next day, Franco was back to his usual theatrics, performing for the cameras as he waved at fans and blew kisses from the pit lane. Y/N stood by the wall, watching him with an amused look, arms crossed over her chest. Franco, catching sight of her, immediately bounded over.

“Mi ángel, did you come to bless me with your presence?”

She looked at him, unimpressed. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t get too carried away,” she replied, though her gaze softened just a bit as she added, “Cariño, remember to focus.”

“Siempre,” he replied, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “But I need my good-luck kiss first.”

Knowing he wouldn’t back down until he got what he wanted, she sighed and leaned in, giving him a brief but sincere kiss. He grinned as if he’d just won the championship and bounded off, practically glowing.

During the post-race celebrations, Franco was in his element, celebrating with his team and soaking up the energy around him. But even in the crowd, his eyes kept seeking her out, and when he finally found her, he made a beeline toward her, sweeping her into his arms despite her small protests.

“Franco—” she started, but he only lifted her up, spinning her around with a laugh.

“Eres la razón de mi felicidad,” he said, planting a kiss on her cheek as she tried to keep a straight face. “My champion, my queen.”

“I think you’ve had a bit too much champagne,” she remarked dryly, though she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rested her head against his shoulder, letting him hold her.

The other drivers watched with a mixture of amusement and fondness as Franco carried on, whispering affectionate phrases into her ear.

“Don’t ever change, Franco,” Logan called out, grinning as he passed by. “You’re a hopeless romantic, and she keeps you sane.”

Franco just winked, giving Y/N another kiss. “Hopeless? No. Hopeful,” he corrected. “Because I get to spend my life with mi alma, my soulmate.”

Y/N finally gave him a rare, soft smile, the one she saved just for him. “Good,” she murmured, her voice quiet but full of feeling. “Because I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

The fans went wild over the day’s events, every interaction dissected and adored online. A particularly viral post captured Franco kissing her cheek and whispering, “Mi amor, mi vida, eres todo para mí” (“My love, my life, you are everything to me”), to which she’d replied with her usual calm, “I know, Franco.”

For days, the internet buzzed with adoration, calling them the ultimate balance of passion and calm, of drama and stability. But in private, away from the cameras and the crowd, Franco and Y/N didn’t need any declarations or dramatics. In those quiet moments, it was simply them—two people who loved each other in ways big and small, grounded and steady, dramatic and nonchalant.

And as he lay beside her that night, holding her close, Franco smiled, knowing he had everything he’d ever dreamed of.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello!✨ I'm kind of back to writing, truth is I've been wanting to write some things these past weeks however it's been impossible for me to be able to come up with something, I'm having serious writers block😭it's a bit frustrating because I love writing😭😭😭 but I'll try my best to end all the requests and hopefully fully come back!🫶🏻

This is a kind of small reaction with Barça Boys (Pedri, Gavi, Fermín and Ferran) , let me know what you guys think!✨

Slam Car Door

Pedri:

He jumped in his seat, his eyes wide as he saw you slam the door of his car

"Madre mía" (Dear god) He whispered, you opened the door to his car

"I'm so sorry" You say with your hand covering your mouth "I didn't meant to, I couldn't grab the door properly and the wind knocked it out of my hands"

"No te preocupes, amor. Ten cuidado, ¿Sí?" (Don't worry, love. Be careful, yeah?) You nod smiling

"¿Compro un kilo o dos de plátano?" (Should I buy one or two kilos of bananas?) You ask

"Dos. Uno pa' ti y el otro pa'mi" (Two. One for you and the other for me) You laugh nodding

"Got it" You went to close the door and Pedri once again jumped when you slammed the door. His mouth opened and one of his hands moved in question

"Amor" You could read his lips from the window

"It's the wind! It's the wind!" You hurriedly say opening the door once again

"Be careful, bonita. The door can break and-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, closing the door.

"Y/N!" He yells when he sees you slamming the door "¡Preciosa!"

"What?" You ask giggling

"Stop doing that!"

"What am I doing?!"

"When we get home I swear I'll slam the door of our bathroom!"

"Don't you dare, Pedro González!"

Gavi:

"Any other thing you want me to buy?" You ask lifting your head up from the notes on your phone to look at your two years boyfriend

"I think that would be it"

"You sure? I don't want to forget anything"

"You can add the things we might need to do burguers"

"You want to eat burguers?" He nods smiling softly, you smile before writing down the items you'll need for the dinner "And that's it?" You look down at his hand in your thigh and played with his fingers.

"Yes I think that would be it, unless you'd like to add something at last minute"

"Probably I will" He laughs "I'll be going then" You undo the seatbelt "Hopefully in fifteen minutes, I'm back" You lean over to kiss his cheek.

"Take your time, preciosa"

He grabs his bottle of water from the cupholder and drinks from it. Only to get choked up by it when he hears the slam, his pouty face turns into his famous frown, eyes full of confusion.

"Are your parents coming tomorrow, right? Or is it next week? I'll be cooking your mom's favorite, so should I buy the ingredients now or wait until we're on a closer date?"

"They're coming next week" He confirms what you already know

"So, should I buy them later?" He nods

"Yes, tomatoes can get bad really quick so it's better that way" He nods his eyebrows furrowed. He looked so cute, you wanted to laugh.

"Perfecto, gracias" (Perfect, thanks) You close the door once again, before almost leaving you saw his eyes wide open, trying to figure out how to call you out on this. "Also, do you want me to buy the big jar of nuts?" You ask "or maybe the medium"

"Any of them it's fine" He nods "Something's wrong?"

"No, why?"

"It seems like you're mad"

"I'm not, baby. Why do you say that?" He gets quiet for a minute before shaking his head "Nothing" He whispers "Try not close the door so hard, bebé"

You look at the door before letting a small -oh- acting as if you didn't knew what was bothering him "Did I close it too hard?" He nods instantly

"Joder, si" (Fuck yeah)

"Ay, lo siento" (Sush, I'm sorry) You nod "I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, he winks back at you, you smile and stopped for a few seconds before slamming the door shut.

You could only see his eyes wide open and the "Me cago en la-" he let out before you ran away while laughing, soon you heard the sound of the honk of your boyfriend's car and his yell of your name. You made sure to buy his favorite chocolate cake that day.

Fermín:

"Want me to go with you, amor?"

"Don't worry, Fer. You can stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes" You lean over to kiss his cheek twice before he moved his head and crashed his lips into yours

"Be careful" He said before giving you another kiss, you giggle

"I'll re-stock my girly things and be back in a few minutes"

"I know but still" You smile

"Te quiero mucho más" You say "Want me to bring something for you?"

"I'm so in love with you, you're too cute"

"Te quiero"

"A muffin would do"

"Got it" You got out of the car and without looking back you slammed the door, you started walking but the honk of your boyfriend's car interrupted you "What's up?"

"I think the door wasn't closed"

"Oh! Let me do it again" You slammed the door once again, a bit stronger than before "Better?" You asked and he shook his head

"Not yet" You opened it and closed it again "More" You did it once again putting all of your strenght, you winced a bit in this last one

"Now?"

"Nope"

"Fermín!"

"You were the one starting it, mi amor!"

Ferran:

"¡Ostras!" (Fuck!) "Cuidado, un poco mas y se te devuelve la puerta, preciosa" (Careful, a little more and the door will be returned to you, precious)

"I'm so sorry, Fer! I didn't meant to!"

"That you pay for my door insurance, nena"

"Ferran, stop. It wasn't that bad!"

"Que no fue tan mal? Casi me tiras la puerta en la cara!" (It wasn't that bad? You almost threw the door in my face)

"Exagerado" (Exaggerated)

"Not exaggerated, I'm just taking precautions" You roll your eyes

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Torres. I'll go" He nods

"I'll be waiting for you, beautiful" You smile and close the door once again. You looked at Ferran who simply looked at you, you tried your best to hold your laughter

"What?"

"I know what you're doing and you won't get any reaction from me!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"You dislike this car and want me to buy another one, right?"

"That's not-"

"Save it. I'll do it"

"No! If you want a new car you don't have to say I influenced you"

"But you did" He said "My mind's already setting everything up"

"But I didn't! All I was doing was slamming your car door to see your reac-" You cut yourself off and Ferran's eyebrows went up lightly. You fell in his trap.

"¿Estabas tirando la puerta de mi coche?" (Were you slamming my cars door?)

"In my defense... I was trying to see your reaction and I didn't do it that hard!"

"No, ¡Un poco más y la puerta llega a mi cara!" (No, a bit more and the door gets to my face!)

"¡Mentira!" (Liar!)

"Venga, vamos" (C'mon, let's go) "I'll go with you"

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[vampdes]

DES says. . . love sampo the slut. sampo, sampo, sampo. househusband sampo, stripper sampo, free use sampo, sugar baby sampo. sampo my beloved. sampo, sampo, sampo. + for @vampfav .

SUM. — sugar baby sampo knows what he needs to do to get a brand new car from his daddy! and if you, his daddy, wants to breed him full of kids to get it, who’s he to say no? he loves your cock sssoooo much!

CON. warning — sugar baddy / sugar daddy relationship, sir kink + daddy kink, bareback, ftm sampo (no bottom surgery), cock-drunk + cum-drunk sampo, lingerie / panty tearing, mentions of having kids, p-i-v , blatant feminization.

NOTE. — sampo calls reader: sir & daddy. reader calls sampo: daddy’s girl, naughty girl, pretty girl, my girl, pretty wife, princess, good girl. sampo is a slut. reader is a rich guy w a huge dick. emotional sex. NOT PROOFREAD.

sampo sat down on his knees in front of the couch, snug in between your legs, with his head rubbing your thick thigh and his hands clasped together in his lap.

“i’m sorry your day was bad, sir. .” he mumbled, a frown on his face at you paying more attention to the files you had from work that him, before his slender hands started to move up from your leather oxford shoes, up for ankle, and settling on a bit above your knees, looking at you for permission before he began to move even farther until he finally stopped at the crotch of your pants. “i’m sure i can make it better, can’t i? daddy’s girl always knows the best ways to please you. .” sampo trailed off, not finishing his sentence as he begun to kiss your pants-and-boxers covered dick, making his glossy pink lipgloss leave sticky, glittery marks on the bulge of your pants before he began to unzip your zipper with his teeth, teasingly slow before he decided to quicken his pace and press soft, feathering kisses against your boxers.

sampo looked up at you, almost unbothered and nonchalant by his actions, pouting as he kissed your covered, growing cock, “am i not being good enough for you? i’ll do better, i promise, sir.” sampo then pulled down the hem of your boxers, letting your thick, monsterous cock out for a breath of fresh air, and started to stroke it with his, in comparison, small hands against your cock. sampo rubbed from the base of your cock and up to your head, giving it kitten-licks whilst covering it with his sticky kisses.

that’s when you gave him the attention he so desperately craved.

you put a thumb on his lower lip, which sampo immediately parted his mouth and stuck his tongue out, and used your other hand to pull his mouth closer to the head of your dick before positioning it past his pretty, pink, plump lips and slowly grabbing his hair tighter in order to pull him down and deeper on your cock. sampo didn’t attempt to pull away, ever so happy that his daddy wants to be pleased by his girl’s wet, inviting mouth. his throat, ever so hateful and restricting, didn’t welcome it when your cockhead pushed past his uvula and entered the warm, sticky entrance of his throat and pushed past the threshold. his flesh constricted around your growing, deepening length that delved deeper into his restricting throat—sampo tried his best not to pull away the longer that your cock rested inside of his throat, and almost preened in glorious praise when the pad of your right hand’s thumb swiped away the tears that slipped from his eyes and rode down his lips.

“such a pretty girl, aren’t you?” you huffed, looking down at him with your lips splitting into a lustful smirk and your eyes full with something kin to the primal instinct of animalistic heat fueled into your body, before pulling him off of your now glistening, wet, spit-covered dick. credits to sampo who now was inhaling buckets of oxygen with tears covering his face, driving down to cover his neck, and his lipgloss now smudged on your dick and spread across its length. “c’mere, pretty girl,” you mumbled, holding a hand towards him, which was soon filled with his gorgeous navy blue hair, and guiding him back towards your dick’s tip, “be good for daddy, won’t you?” he nodded, always wanting to be good for his master and ready to please you even if his throat attempted to reject your thick, girthy cock that belonged in the deepest depths of him. “that’s right,” you groaned, a dimpled smile on your face, “thaat’s my girl.”

in a matter of minutes, after your cock had been throughly sucked and his throat had been painted with a mural of your sperm aligning it, your work, that you definitely needed and deserved a break from, was entirely forgotten. thanks to your pretty, adorable boy always ready to tend to your whims and wants. after adorning your favorite set of lingerie—a lacey, creamy-white bra and panty set with embroidered stocks covering his god-like legs and mid-thigh—and posed himself like a playboy bunny model, his legs spread and tits pretty, inviting and welcoming your dick to be stuffed within his already prepped, glistening, sticky pussy. his liquids soaked through and completely drenched the part of his panties that covered his lower half to which he moved the wet folds in order to expose his intermost intimate to you: his daddy.

“don’t wear a condom, daddy,” sampo moaned once you were successfully mounted on top of him, his hands slinking upwards from your abs and towards your shoulders in order to wrap around your neck, and his panty-covered pussy pushed up against your erect cock. “wanna. .” his voice went soft like silk and sweet like honey the longer your eyes stayed interwoven with each other and your body leaned down in order for your lips to meet in a sweet, sentimental kiss, “wanna feel you. . here,” he used his free hand to grab yours and press it against the waistband of his panties, slowly moving it upwards until he pressed you down on where he believed was on top of his uterus. “and wanna feel our babies growing in here.” sampo’s emerald eyes never lost yours.

you’re his painter, and he’s your muse—even if the paint is your cum and his pussy is the canvas.

“daddy! daddy, daddy, daddy, hnnnggh–daddy!” sampo called out, his face stuffed deep into pillow that carried wet droplets of tears and blotches of saliva that left his mouth whenever you had entered him fully. your trimmed pubic hair was soaked with his liquids when his pussy kissed the base of your dick and dropped slick onto your balls. he’s fucking wet and nasty and dirty and you, his dear daddy, can’t help but raise your hand a land a slap on his plump ass cheek, leaving a red handprint in your wake.

“you’re a nasty girl–mmph, aren’t you, baby?” you asked, grunts and groans leaving you the longer you pounded into him. your hand, full of his panties that hung onto his waist for dear fucking life, let loose of his panties in order to land another rough slap against his already burning ass cheek in order to wake him up from his cock-drunk daze and answer your question.

“ye—nngh, yes! yesyesyes,” sampo moaned out, saliva dripping down his chin and his hands having fistfulls of the sheet beneath him, nodding rapidly in confirmation of your words. “i–ah! i’m a naughty girl, daddy, your naughty girl! ah, ffuck! daddy’s naughty girl, can’t get enough of daddy’s—oooh god!” sampo cut himself off from confessing that he can’t get enough of your raw, barbaric dick pistoning in and out of his pussy, the sounds of primal, animalistic sex and your fluids mixing with his filled his ears and fuck—he knows he’s daddy’s dirty, naughty, sinful girl. you let out a huff of amusement, that transforming into pure lust when you ripped his panties in half and tossed them aside. they were getting in the way, for fucks sake! you couldn’t get deep enough in his pussy with those fucking things in the way. you pulled him closer by the grip your had on his waist, your dick burying deeper than ever inside him, making sampo one-hundred-and-twenty-two percent sure you’re pressing past his uterus. and, by god, it felt good.

“daddy’s—mmm, baby, fuck, daddy’s gonna by you new ones, yeah? gonna get my baby pretty again. .” you moaned into his ear, your lips kissing the shell and your breath infiltrating it in a way that made his pussy quiver around your length. your chest now pressed against his back, your hips thrusting inside of him to chase the orgasm that’ll be sure to get him pregnant, and your hands intertwined for that hint of kindness to cover all the animal instincts rushing inside of you. sampo, his mind blank and pussy spasming around your thick dick that’s sure to leave him gaping and walking on shaky legs for days, nodded, your words becoming mush in his brain, and responding with a muffled ‘thank you, daddy’ with a sobbing moan to follow. a gasp, sharp and shocked and loud, chased with tears and a full-shiver left sampo’s mouth before he bit into the pillow. muffled moans followed. that’s how you know you delivered, because he came on your bare, raw dick. you came soon after due to the overwhelming warmth coating your dick in a sticky, gooey liquid that forces your cum to coat his insides and breed your pretty, messy, dirty girl.

you stay inside him for a little longer, chasing after your breath with the sweat sticking the two of you together, and sampo let our quiet, aching moans when you slowly slipped out of him. the sight of him ticky and wet and your cum intertwining with each other’s made your dick twitch and let out a few more ropes of cum that covered his back. the two of you, through slow, sweet kissed and fond, sentimental touches, somehow got into the shower, where sampo gave you leg-shaking blowjob and you, in return, fingered him until he let out two more orgasms just from your fingers. after changing the sheets, getting dressed, and sampo pressing soft kisses on your chest, collarbone, and lips, it was finally time for sleep. work can wait, tomorrow can wait, because you and your pretty wife are together after a night of passionate, intense sex and—

“daddy. . i want a new car.”

oh god. then again, who are you to deny the mother of your children?

“of course, princess,” you said, tucking away his bangs and pressing a kiss to his forehead, “of course.”

© vampdes . do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

[rynwritesreid]

MunchSpencer, stressed bau reader 😉 do ur thing

A/N: I will absolutely do my thing for you iluvreid. Did I base this of that video of MGG eating that pie? Yes. Do I think about that video daily? Yes. Also to answer somebody else’s questions, I am planning on writing Luke fics in the future, and I do take Rossi requests (I take all requests that are to do with CM). I am also working through everyone’s else’s request, I’m waiting for some inspiration on the song ones :) As always jag älskar dig 🫶🏼

Content: Smut and Fluff. Fem! Reader. Overstimulation. Oral (F! receiving). Vaginal fingering. Slight dom/sub undertones. Mentions of doing this at work in the future. Munch! Spencer. Pet names (princess). A little argument to start of with, but it’s resolved quickly.

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Spencer had noticed how you were acting at work; he knew all the signs of you being stressed out. He tried his hardest to de-stress you at work, he had brought you all of your favourite snacks, he made sure you had plenty of water and coffee, but none of this seemed to be working.

 

Once you were both at home, he tried to ask you what was wrong, but you just shrugged him off, asking him to just leave you alone for a minute. “I’m not going to leave you alone; I know something is wrong. Just tell me.” His voice was strained, he was becoming frustrated, not with you, but because he didn’t know what to do.

 

“Spencer, back off. Nothing is wrong, I’ve told you. I’m just tired.” You bite back at him. You knew he was trying to be helpful, but you just wanted some piece of quiet.

 

“Something is wrong, why aren’t you telling me? Let me help you out here.” Spencer's voice softened as he watched the frustration etched on your face. He understood that his insistence might have been adding to your stress, but he couldn't bear to see you in pain. With a sigh, he took a step closer and gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

 

"I'm sorry if I'm coming across as pushy. I just hate seeing you like this, and I want to be there for you," he whispered against your hair, his fingers slowly rubbing soothing circles on your back. Spencer knew what would help him out if he was stressed, and he knew it would also work on you.

 

See, Spencer’s favourite place was to be in-between your legs. If he could, he would spend every hour, of every day there, exploring every inch of your body, losing himself in the pleasure he found there. He cherished the way you moaned his name, the way your legs would tremble as he brought you to the edge of ecstasy.

 

His hands continued their caress, moving lower down your back until they reached the curve of your hips. He could feel the tension in your body slowly melting away as his touch seeped into your pores, bringing warmth and comfort. The rhythm of his movements matched the beating of your heart, steady and reassuring.

 

"I know you're tired, but maybe... just maybe, I can help you relax," Spencer murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of gentleness and desire. He guided you towards the bedroom, with every intention of not letting you leave until you were totally relaxed.

 

As he undressed you with utmost care, his fingertips brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Spencer's touch was like a delicate dance. His lips followed suit, pressing soft kisses along the path his hands had taken.

 

You found yourself surrendering to his ministrations, allowing the weight of the world to be lifted from your shoulders as pleasure consumed you. The stress that had plagued you all day melted away under the skilled touch of your lover.

 

The bed welcomed you both, its soft sheets cradling your bodies as Spencer continued his exploration. He knew every inch of you, every secret spot that drove you wild with desire. His mouth found its way to your neck, peppering it with butterfly kisses before trailing down to your collarbone.

 

A sigh escaped your lips, mingling with a gasp of pleasure as Spencer's tongue danced across your skin. The knots in your muscles unravelled as his hands glided over your body, burning away any remnants of stress. Your breath hitched as his lips descended further, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your chest, pausing to pay special attention to your sensitive breasts.

 

Spencer's touch was both tender and insistent, his fingers tracing patterns of desire across your skin. He knew exactly how to coax pleasure from your body, each stroke and caress tailored to elicit the most exquisite sensations. With every passing moment, the weight on your shoulders lifted, replaced by a growing sense of bliss that radiated from deep within.

 

Lust and love intertwined as Spencer's mouth found its way to the apex of your thighs. His tongue teased and taunted, sending electric currents of pleasure through your veins. Waves of heat cascaded through you, building with each flicker and swirl until they crashed over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

 

Your moans filled the room, mingling with Spencer's own growls of desire as he revelled pleasure. His movements became more urgent, his tongue delving deeper, coaxing louder cries of satisfaction from your lips. You clutched onto his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands as you rode the waves of pleasure that consumed you.

 

Spencer’s hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he devoured you with an intensity that left you gasping for breath. Your hips were instinctively rocking against his skilled mouth, grinding against his face in search of more.

 

Spencer's touch was relentless, his tongue and lips working tirelessly to ensure your pleasure knew no bounds. The sensation of his mouth on you, the wet heat, and the flicks of his tongue, sent sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. Your walls clenched around nothing as your body convulsed in bliss.

 

But Spencer didn’t plan on stopping now, he was never satisfied if he only made you cum once. And now, more than ever, he was going to continue, he knew you needed it, and he knew he wanted it.

 

Soon enough, his fingers joined his mouth slipping inside you with a precision that left you trembling. You hadn’t been able to come down from your first orgasm, and now you were soaring even higher. The dual sensation of his mouth and fingers brought you to the brink of another climax within moments. Every stroke, every flick, and every curl of his fingers sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You lost all sense of time and space, consumed by the pleasure that coursed through every fibber of your being. Your mind became a haze of pure desire as Spencer continued to bring you to new heights with every stroke, every flick of his tongue.

 

Spencer's movements became more insistent, his fingers moving with an urgency that matched the burning need in your core. Each stroke sent shockwaves through you, intensifying the pleasure that consumed you. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you teetered on the edge of yet another mind-shattering orgasm.

 

He paused, giving you a slight break. “Are you feeling better now, princess?”

 

You lay there, panting heavily, your body still trembling from the intense pleasure that Spencer had just bestowed upon you. Your mind was hazy, your senses heightened, and a sense of tranquillity washed over you. The stress that had weighed you down seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction.

 

You turned to look at Spencer, his face glowing with adoration as he admired the aftermath of his ministrations. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded, the words caught momentarily in your throat.

 

"Yes," you finally managed to rasp out, your voice laced with awe and gratitude. "I feel... incredible."

 

Spencer's eyes sparkled with delight as he took in your response. He gently caressed your cheek, his touch feather-light against your flushed skin.

 

"Good," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "That's all I wanted."

 

“I think I should get stressed more often.”

 

Spencer chuckled softly, his fingers trailing lazily along your side. "If getting stressed means, I get to relieve your tension like this, then I might have to start causing trouble on purpose."

 

You playfully swatted his chest, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh, so you're admitting that you enjoy being the cause of my stress?"

 

His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned down to capture yours in a lingering kiss.

 

“No, I’m admitting that I love hearing your moans, and it took all my might not to do this at work, but I can’t let the rest of the team hear how you moan for me. Those noises are for my ears only.”

 

Your heart raced at his words, a delicious mixture of desire and anticipation coursing through your veins. You had always known that Spencer had a playful side, but this level of raw intimacy was something new and exhilarating.

 

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you leaned in closer, your lips mere inches from his as you whispered, "Well then, Agent Reid, I guess we'll have to find somewhere at work no one would be able to hear us”.

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