#and ofc there’s always math

[prisonpodcast]

I did nothing productive all day ☹️

[devastatinglygreen]

What do you think of people who say Polin fans are just self inserting as Penelope?

i think it's funny that they think we're self-inserting but assume they ship whatever they ship Properly™.

like, no offence to them and all but if i see myself most in any character, it's eloise? maybe that's why i love penelope and colin so much? did they ever think of that?

which is crazy because my husband decided to start watching s2 (on his own too, i think he's just trying to be my hype man, ha) but it took literally 3 episodes for him to become eloise's biggest fan. if eloise has no fans, that man is dead okay?

he's still rooting for polin? he still loves penelope? is he self-inserting with penelope? or does he just like the story?

he does not like anthony tho, gotta be honest but i think that has more to do with him trying to marry edwina when he clearly wants kate and how he's spoken to violet a couple of times so far

and even if some people are self-inserting, who cares? what does that have to do with anyone else enjoying it in the way they want? if self-inserting is an issue for them, boy do i have news for them about some very popular male led and dominated media.

[lulu-the-bugaboo]

Interestingly enough, there are so many different views on why Ace didn't run away in marineford, despite the fact that Oda tried to provide an explanation. It feels like I have barely seen the same conclusion between two people.

[liquidstar]

Between commissions I finally managed to finish this OC set of parent characters! If the looks aren't enough to show you who their kid is, the background colors match them ^_^ but of course more details below!

Name: Thuban

Name origin: The former pole star, before the north star (Polaris), it's name means "Large snake" and is referred to as the “Dragon's tail”

Pronouns: He/him

Age: N/A

Relation: Raised Polaris, though they're not related by blood and have a somewhat distant relationship, until he suddenly went MIA

Weapon: Spear (Same as Polaris's)

Ethos (Power): N/A

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Make no phallic jokes about the large snake thing and you'll be rewarded

Name: Ananke

Name origin: A moon of Jupiter, named for the mythological spirit of necessity, inevitably, and compulsion

Pronouns: She/her

Age: -

Relation: Bella's mother, she raised her to be a warrior

Weapon: Bardiche

Ethos (Power): Indomination (The ability to freeze the movement of objects and people, and lock them in place)

Flaw power is based on: Her strict enforcement of obedience through authoritarianism, and a lack of concern for the wishes of others

Notes: She believes in tough love. It's better in the long run to give your kid strength rather than affection.

Name: Rhea

Name origin: A moon of Saturn named after the Titan known as the mother of the gods

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 38

Relation: Saiph's mother, though she gave him up to the guild when he was very young

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Was unable to take care of a baby at the time, and gave Saiph to the guild. She wishes she'd visited beyond that but it's probably too late now...

Name: Arche

Name origin: One of Jupiter's moons, it's name comes from the muse of new beginnings and is associated with springtime

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 7

Relation: Saiph's half-brother. Neither currently knows the other exists

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: He's just a little guy. He likes flowers and playing with toys. He wants to be a cool hero like his dad

Name: Poerava

Name origin: A star in Tucana, the Maori word for a black pearl of mystical beauty and perfection

Pronouns: She/her

Age: -

Relation: Al's mom. She mostly raised him on her own while her husband was with the knights.

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Probably the best parent of the bunch if we're being real.

[mysticalcats]

once again i have forgotten that i have a biology test

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

im SICK of autistic characters always being twinks. thank god we now have senshi.

[omarfor-orchestra]

Oh if only my parents would let me rehearse in the living room

[astrxealis]

i really really really want to write more for gbf oh MAN

[noxtivagus]

i seriously love music & stories so much

[an-absolute-trainwreck]

By no means should I be allowed to raise a child, but also I am convinced I’d raise an absolute prodigy who would be immensely talented and use their trauma from being raised by me to fuel their art

[skadream]

i decided im killing everyone who continues to say they hate math past secondary education

[gibbyslounge]

HEARTSTOPPERRRRRAHHHHHHH

[indihome-suck]

My math teacher is going to punish me for the great sin of being new to the school

[ferrstappen]

could you be more obvious? l MV1

a/n: thissss is based on a request I got and ofc I added the Verstappen twins <3 this is messy I’m sorry but I’m on a writing mood

summary: you show up pregnant for the first race of 2024, just six months after Max won his 3rd WDC.

Max being crowned world champion for the third time was something that made your skin buzz with excitement, a knot form in your throat seeing everything he’s achieved and the pride and satisfaction of knowing that every single person on the team had his back, was definitely one of the best sights.

But for Luca and Mila Verstappen, their papa being champion again time wasn’t exactly a big deal… they knew it was important because there were lots of fireworks and special tshirts, but they were born watching Max a champion, they only knew him as such.

what, like it’s a big deal?

They didn’t say it, but you knew that’s what was on their mind.

That was the reason why both Max and you decided to not bring the twins to Qatar, especially with the high temperatures and Luca’s history of getting sick during Grand Prix weekends, they were more than happy to stay with auntie Vic while you got ready to celebrate your husband.

And God, did you celebrate him.

Without the twins, the gin and tonics kept coming, the sloppy make out session on the VIP area of the club as if you were teenagers again, his front pressed against your back as he tried to impress you with his best moves, only to earn a couple of drunken giggles and peck on the lips.

Things were starting to quiet down, lots of people had already left to their hotel room, but you and Max were on a world of your own, with you sitting on top of him, but the moment you started feeling his lips ghosting against your neck, his hands moving from your waist to squeeze your hip.

and you knew it was time to go.

Bahrain, 2024

Max didn’t remember being so excited for race day. Yes, he was anxious for the new season, but the highlight of his day was seeing you getting ready, a loose blouse and white jeans accentuating the noticeable belly of six months of pregnancy, which was a complete surprise to everyone.

You entered the paddock through the main entrance, with photographers everywhere and Kym Ilman greeting your family, because the scene was worth more than a couple thousand likes on Instagram: you were holding Mila’s hand who in return was holding Luca’s, while Max walked with his arm protectively around your belly.

The twins weren’t exactly thrilled about the idea of having a baby brother or sister, a fact they made clear by asking every day if there was any chance to stop the baby from coming home eventually, telling you and Max that they were more than okay having the cats. Sadly, they were the only ones

“No! No! No! Is that why you went MIA on social media? Oh my God look at this bump! Congratulations you two,” Lily let go of Alex’s hand to give you a tight hug as Alex congratulated Max with a couple of pats on the back.

The scene repeated itself with most drivers on the grid, who didn’t ask how far along you were, but were able to deduce the situation. Until…

“How far along are you?” Charles asked you as he held Luca on his arms, letting him mess with his hair.

You blushed and Max’s chest puffed as if he has been waiting for the question. “I’m a couple of days away from the six months mark,”

Charles looked as if he was doing a very specific and difficult math problem as his girlfriend, Alexandra, stares at him with a faint blush on her cheeks, probably since she has always been more reserved around you because she was younger, but she was impatiently waiting for her boyfriend to catch on the situation.

“This is a 2023 season baby?” Charles asked.

“Looks like it,” Max answered with a smug smile on his face, but in reality it was an excited grin which reached his blue eyes.

“No…” Charles jaw dropped and had to put Luca on the floor.

“No what?” Max counter asked, even if he knew the answer. This time he started drawing mindless shapes on the clothes over your swollen stomach.

“Max… is this your championship child?” Charles whispered, shocked.

“What can I say? Winning on and off the track!”

And Charles almost passed out as both you and Max laughed, beaming while interlacing your fingers over your belly, knowing cameras wouldn’t catch you there.

user1: Max knocked y/n up the night of the third championship change my mind

user2: Max Verstappen pulled a k-mag and I respect that

user3: do we know the birthday of the verstappen twins? Asking for a friend

user4: y/n and max will have a full kindergarten if they have a kid every time he wins the championship💀

user5: are we really surprised after those videos leaked of max squeezing her ass while they were celebrating the 3rd wdc

user6: if the maths are mathing this baby will be born around the Monaco gp. GODS PLAN

[hitomisuzuya]

OMG WAS ABOUT TO SLEEP BUT I SAW THIS ON THE NOTIF THAT YOU'RE OPEN! HII!! FLOWERS AGAIN FOR YOU!!🌹🌼🌷🌸💐💐💐🏵 I REALLY HOPE UR OKAY MY DEAR! IMYSM!!

CAN I ASK FOR FRUSTRATED/ANGRY SCARA WHO CRAVES THE USER'S PUSSYYY BUT USER/READER IS BUSY STUDYING FOR HER FINAL EXAMS?!?! SO, SCARA IS SEDUCING USER TO LET HIM HAVE HIS WAY FIRST BEFORE STUDYING?! (everything is consensual ofc!) THEN AFTER THAT, SCARA LETS USER REST FOR A WHILE BEFORE WAKING HER UP LATER ON TO STUDYYY

Have a great day ahead! I'll wait for you, always 🌷[we have opposite timezones😞]

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunnilingus. Pussy drunk!Scara. Hint of anal play. Scaramouche with a tongue piercing. College AU

As always, hunny, thank you very much for the flowers❤️🥺

Scaramouche is two things right now: annoyed and horny. Annoyed because instead of your attention being on him, you were studying. Or trying to, anyways. Horny because you decided to wear that skirt, with those stockings.

Sighing, you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear as you crossed one perfect leg over the other. Scaramouche is practically straining behind you, leaning down over your shoulder to see if he could see the slightest peek of your panties.

Every time you wore that skirt, with those stockings, it always made him want to do the first thing he did when he saw you wearing them. Bunch your skirt around your thighs, spread your legs and tongue fuck your pussy into the oblivion.

When he wants something, he is very intent on getting his way no matter what.

Scaramouche's arms snaked around you, one hand immediately folding over your breast. His fingers teased at your nipple outside your shirt. "Kitten, are you busy?" He purred as enticingly in your ear as he could, smirking when he felt the sensitive nub hardening underneath the fabric.

The chair creaked as you squirmed a little. His thumb stroked around your nipple, making your breath hitch quietly in your throat. "I kinda am, Scara. I have some exams tomorrow, I absolutely have to study. You know how afraid I am of failing," You dog eared a page of your text book with your finger, playing with the edge to distract yourself from the jolts firing to your clit.

Afraid of failing? Unfortunately, such a deep and vulnerable statement wasn't any concern to him at the moment. His cock was aching, and it was impossible to ignore. Jacking himself off wouldn't do. His mouth needs to be on your pussy.

His hand went to your other breast, his other hand drifting down to the hem of your pleated skirt. The fact that you said you were only kinda busy meant you are already caving. It might take a little extra push.

Scaramouche was going to get his way, you never could deny him for long.

"As long as there no Math, you'll be fine," He flicked the ball of his tongue piercing along the shell of your ear, his hand inching your skirt up to give him better access to your panties.

You shiver as slightly chilly air fanned over your pussy. He nudged your panties aside, pinching and teasing your nipple as he parted your folds with his index finger. "Scara, I'm kinda really not kidding," You protested, however weakly. The tip of his finger wagged slowly around and around your clit. You grind your clit on his finger, seeking more friction on the throbbing nub.

Scaramouche scoffed softly in your ear, sliding his finger down to push into and tease your hole. "You can keep studying," He pulled your chair out from your desk a little, "Don't let me tongue fucking that pretty pussy of yours stop you," He walked around your chair, getting on his knees in front of you.

Spreading your legs, he moved your panties aside. Leaning down, he licked his lips and deployed the one tried and true method of getting you to let him have his way. He swirled the ball of his tongue piercing around your clit.

Your eyes widened, the friction from his piercing sent your clit to throb stronger. He groaned tasting your juices starting to saturate his tongue. He kitten licked your clit, smirking as he heard moans starting to bubble up in your throat.

"Good, you are caving, slut," He saw the way you gave into him as your thighs relaxed and stayed open for him. Keeping his hands on the insides of your thighs, he lapped at your pussy like a starved mutt in heat.

Your pen slipped from your fingers, landing forgotten on your text book. Your hands found the back of his head, pushing your mouth down onto your pussy. The action stretched his already collosal ego, feeling it stretch right to his cock.

His tongue piercing made you see stars, juices pooling onto your pussy as it tag teamed an assault with his tongue on your clit. You slid down in a little in your chair, spreading your legs a little wider as you grinded your pussy on his mouth.

Before you could open your mouth to plead with Scaramouche to put his tongue inside of you, he beat you to the punch. Loud moans tore from your throat as his piercing swirled and prodded your quivering hole. "Soaking like a slut on my tongue," He moaned drunkenly, his fingers digging gently into the plush flesh of your thighs to remind you to keep them spread like a good girl while he enjoyed his meal.

Your pussy immediately clenched on his tongue hearing his degradation. You tugged on his hair, your cute whimper tinged moans fueling the relentless pace of his tongue. He licked long stripes up and down your cunt, sweeping it down to nudge teasingly at your other hole.

You have a startled cry of pleasure, and embarrassed blush dusting your cheeks hearing his egotistical chuckle. He sucked and licked his way back up to your clit, swirling his piercing before latching his lips greedily.

"Sc-Scara.." Your thighs trembled, rocking your hips up into his mouth. He was enjoying watching your struggle to form words. You didn't know how to tell him not to stop, your words only falling away into more shameless moans.

Scaramouche's chin and cheeks were sloppy with your juices, enjoying your pussy with every fiber of his being. He sussed out every sensitive part of your pussy as you rubbed it on his mouth.

Your fingers tugging at his hair was your only warning as you suddenly came undone. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, holding your pussy on his mouth so he could feel you cumming hard on his tongue.

He always, always gets what he wants.

Once he was satisfied with greedily lapping up your release, he would put you to bed and let you rest before he woke you up to help you study.

[strawbeerossi]

Competition

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: You’re the new genius on campus. Spencer doesn’t like that one bit. Whenever there is a poker competition for charity held by the FBI, it only makes sense that you are both coming for each other’s necks.

Content/Warnings: Snarky!Spencer and snarky!reader, gambling, two characters are just alike so they hate each other trope, sex in a bathroom, finger sucking, unprotected sex, creampie.

I have no knowledge on poker. Sorry 😭

Word Count: 2.3K

Anon Request: You don’t have to do this but it’s my birthday on sunday (5th Nov) and i was wondering if you could do a Spencer one-shot. Maybe a little enemies to lovers sitch. smutty ofc 😉😉😉😉

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Happy birthday Anon 😘🎂

🏷️ @kr-1-sta @iluvreid @nervousmoongiver @multifandom-on-the-side @ferrjulie @lov1ngreid @sobbingcryingattsizzles @doriantomybasil @thegluesong @rosiehale23 @queermaxwooo @rubyatarah @smallgayandnotokay @Princesskuzimu

Spencer wasn’t a jealous guy by any means, nor was he the type to be so self absorbed that he could care about someone’s opinion of him changing. As cocky as it sounded, he knew that he was going to always be the person on the team with the most knowledge on any given subject. That was until you joined the team.

You rivalled him in the academic department, having an IQ of 187. You didn’t have the eidetic memory though, so Spencer liked to think he could one up you in that department. You might have been good with any form of maths or science, however you didn’t hold a candle to the amount of vast knowledge that he carried in his memory alone.

Your first day on the team determined your relationship, you getting angry at the way he would so quickly talk over you when a question was being asked. You came into this job excited, wanting to spend time with the whole group that seemed so close knit from an outside perspective. Instead, you were met with an immature imbecile who really thought you’d allow him to speak over you.

As weeks turned into months, things didn’t seem to change. You wouldn’t dare admit it but it did upset you just a tiny bit that he never actually gave you a chance. Ever since you spouted off your first contribution to a briefing, it was like he had to upstage you. Instead of discussing things like mature adults however, you both gave each other the most childish treatment. In your mind, he deserved it. He foolishly believed he was better than you for what reason? Was it because he was threatened that a woman came in to take over his genius position? Was he jealous of all the attention the team paid you without an eye roll, the opposite of what they did for him? You’d never know.

Whenever there was a poker competition that was brought up by the director of the FBI, it was a silly idea to want to gamble all night. Even for charity, you would rather just donate to the cause and go home to read a good book and have a tall glass of red wine. “Are you going to participate in the big game?” You had asked as you leaned against the counter in the kitchenette, a cup of coffee in your hand as you were talking with Penelope, Derek and Emily. “I might go just to support the charity. Nobody is gonna win whenever Reid is there. That guy is..” Penelope whistled while sipping from her own mug. “What do you mean? Him?” Derek was chuckling at your disbelief. “Poker is just a big math equation to him. He grew up in Vegas and can count cards. Nobody stands a chance against him. Not even you, mama.”

The words had you frowning. “I think I could kick his ass with no problem.” Emily was scoffing at your confidence. “Sure you will. I’m telling you, this isn’t something you wanna get into with him. Especially when betting is involved. He’s gonna get you, every single time.” You weren’t buying that. There was no way that these abilities couldn’t be outsmarted. Spencer wasn’t as smart as he thought he was. You were going to prove that.

When the day finally came along, you were paying for your ticket at the door before heading inside the large venue the FBI director had rented out, mainly to make sure that it was possible to fit all the agents and other people who purchased tickets for the poker tournament. You’d worn a black dress for the event, wanting to use your prized assets (wink) to take care of the men who were easy to distract. You’d made it to one of the many tables set up and placed your clutch beside you on the table, the chips you’d already purchased being stacked up in front of you while you waited for the table to fill.

Spencer had seen you the minute he came in and he knew where he needed to be for the night. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t completely hate your guts. He always thought he would’ve liked you, however with you puffing out your chest and trying to take over his position on the team, he wouldn’t just lay down and take it. He fought back, anyone would. “Good evening.” He greeted you, making your eyes roll at his formality. “Hello, Reid.” You spoke in a monotone voice while resting your chin against the palm of your hand. You were just happy he willingly signed himself up for defeat whenever he sat beside you. This was a war that you intended to win.

Derek and Emily were funnily enough the two that day at the same table in order to get your game kicked off. As the cards were being dealt, you were confident. A flush. That’s not so bad. Luck was on your side, all you had to do was have a good poker face. As your eyes darted around the table, you were only raising an eyebrow once you made it to Spencer. He was staring at you so hard that you felt like he could see right through you. He was trying to read you. Another reason to keep a straight face as you return the questioning stares. “I’ll raise 20.” Spencer spoke, words slow and calculated as he tossed his chips in the middle of the table. “I’m folding.” Emily huffed, cards being put down on the table as she brought a hand to rub her face from frustration. “I’m calling.” You hummed while glancing over at Derek, who’d done the same.

With a straight from Derek, a flush from you, and a fucking royal flush from Spencer, you could feel your eye twitching. There was no way. He looked as cocky as ever, a smirk on his face as he was leaning over to get the chips. “Shall we go for another game?” He asked, making Emily nudge your side. “I told you.” She hissed. Maybe she was right. No! No, she’s not. You’re gonna do this even if it’s the last thing you do.

As the games continued, the tension between you and Spencer had grown much stronger from just how competitive you were being with one another. He was single handedly leaving you with nothing every play so far, causing you to run low on chips.

It was the last game whenever you had enough, pushing every chip in the middle of the table. “Fuck you, I’m all in.” You frowned, Derek and Emily pushing their own chips in just to end this whole thing sooner rather than later. “All in? That’s so foolish.” Spencer scoffed, however it didn’t stop him from adding his massive collection of poker chips to the pot. “I think you should’ve learned by now that I’m going to take this home.” He said, his tone cocky as he was looking over the new cards that were being passed around the table.

“I just wanna get another drink.” Emily muttered her own commentary to Derek, who nodded in agreement. “I know exactly what you mean.” He grumbled in return. This game had lost the fun nature of it whenever you and Spencer were too focused on one-upping one another.

You had the last laugh though, the look on Spencer’s face the moment that he realized you had a straight flush when he only had one pair was something you wanted photographed and framed. “Well. I don’t mean to brag Dr. Reid, but I just beat the best card counter in Vegas!” You smirked, leaning over the table to use your arms to scoop the chips close. Now, the way you leaned over the table gave a nice, tasteful view of your breasts threatening to spill over the neckline of your dress. “And that’s the game. Sorry.” You hummed, watching the way Spencer stared at you, a fire behind his eyes as he glared at you. “You got lucky! That’s all. You really think you can beat me when I’m not at my best?”

“That’s all the time, Spencer. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have chips to redeem.” You smirk, stacking them on the little tray before heading off. Which after you’d redeemed your winnings, you were walking off to the bathrooms. Spencer was still bitter, last you seen of him was him storming off to go god knows where. Whenever you had finished doing your business and you were washing your hands, your eyes were glancing up when the door was being pushed open. Whenever you saw the same agent who was still looking at you like he wanted to ring your throat, you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “This is the woman’s bathroom, Reid. What are you? A pervert?” You asked, staring over at him with amusement.

Although amusement turned to confusion when he was turning the lock on the door. “You know. I’m tired of your problem with me. You really think you’re better than me?” Spencer asked, walking closer. “Is that really a question?” You asked. Every ounce of cockiness was gone though whenever he had you trapped against the counter of the bathroom. “You really do. I think you need to be humbled. Nobody likes a cocky brat.” He huffed, making you scoff. “What are you gonna do? Huh? Gonna lecture me with your useless and boring facts like you always do? If anyone needs to be humbled, it’s you.” You seethed.

What Spencer did next caught you by surprise. The feeling of your teeth clashing together was felt immediately after as he was slamming his lips into yours. It wasn’t a soft ‘ease your way in’ kind of kiss. No. This was an angry ‘you need to learn a lesson’ kiss. You were dumbfounded. It didn’t stop you from returning the kiss that was dripping with rage and desire, your arms around his shoulders as your body leaned into his frame. “Always thing you’re better than me.” He murmured against your lips, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he was gently lifting you up to sit you on the counter. His lips were pulling from yours as he was sliding his hands up the black dress you wore tonight, his hands finding their way to your panties. Instead of taking them off though, your eyes were widening when you heard the sound of fabric tearing. “What the fuck?!” The words were in a high pitched squeak, Spencer shrugging as he was getting the ruined underwear. “You don’t need them. You like the attention anyway. I’m sure you’d like to bend over a table and show the whole place your pussy anyway.” He murmured, hand already working on his belt.

You shouldn’t have been as wet as you were. This was Spencer. Annoying, rambling, stupidly smart Spencer. The same guy who talked over you, who treated you like you weren’t a valued team member. Yet here you were, sitting on a bathroom counter at a convention center while the same man you despised was pulling his hard cock out of his slacks. “Who knows, maybe this will calm you down. In fact, I think it’ll get all that pent up anger and frustration out, I’m sure.” His tone was condescending, much different than you’d expect from the sweet Spencer Reid persona that he carried.

“Shut the fuck up.” You spat, making the male shake his head. “See? Brat.” He murmured, now pushing your thighs apart while guiding the leaking tip of his shaft to your entrance. “Let’s teach you a lesson.” One of your hands was gripping onto his shoulder, the other clutching the marble countertop as you let your head lean against the mirror in the bathroom the minute his cock was sinking inside of you. “F-fuck.”

“Who knew that this would shut you up?” He asked with a smirk, his eyebrow raising. “Maybe I should’ve done this sooner. Think you secretly love the idea of me fucking you like this. Bet it’s all you’ve ever dreamed of.” He continued to taunt, rendering you speechless for the first time ever. As he fucked into your pussy, his hand was ultimately covering your mouth from your loud moans. “As much as I’d love for everyone to know that I’m doing this, I don’t think we need to alert the whole building.” He mumbled through clenched teeth, ultimately shoving two fingers in your mouth in order to muffle everything without having to completely cover half of your face.

“I’m gonna cum soon.” He warned, knowing that just by the feeling of your inner walls spasming and clenching tight around him, you weren’t far behind. “Fuck. What if I fill you up with my cum? Get you pregnant? Then I could have the satisfaction of knowing that you’re never gonna get rid of me. Gonna have my child inside of you, keeping a piece of me right there with you.” His words had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let your legs tighten around his waist from his sloppy thrusts. With a rush of white making your body run hot, you were clutching his shoulder as you’d reached your orgasm, the creamy arousal coating his cock as he was giving a few more thrusts before the gush of hot cum was painting your insides.

You were both flushed, beads of sweat on your skin as you stared at one another. Spencer was gently pulling his fingers from your mouth while brushing his hair back with one hand. “Can you stop trying to compete with me now?! I’m so tired of this.” He grumbled, making you scoff weakly as you were closing your eyes to help come down from your post orgasmic high.

“Not if you’re gonna fuck me like that every time I do it. I think we should go play another game.”