#EEEE I'M SO STOKED FOR THIS

[howthesleeplesswander]

(from tidaltow! ovo <3)

“Okay, okay— Lay off for a second; hold on.”

Out of breath, Percy staggered back a few paces, his free hand lifted in surrender. He was sloppy. He knew he was sloppy, and he didn’t need Kazuma to chastise him for that—much less keep pressing him with one stroke after another across the entirety of the arena. The training dummy he’d ended up nearly tripping over somehow managed to look smug without an actual face. Percy bumped off its helmet with the hilt of his sword as a show of who was boss here.

—given that he wasn’t accomplishing too much else at the moment.

He looked back at Kazuma, and he was pretty sure his shoulders slumped from more than just exhaustion. “Look, I’m trying”��so Kazuma hadn’t uttered a word, but Percy had seen his expression and felt he better jump to his own defense ahead of time—“but I guess everything’s on vacation today—I dunno. Can we take five or something?” Percy tossed Riptide from his left hand back to his right. That felt better. That felt… yeah, right.

But, sure, okay: learning to fight with his nondominant hand was important. He’d give Kazuma that. Didn’t make it any less annoying.

Answered! || @tidaltow

((AHHH tysm for starting us off with this lovely ask, my dear! ;u; 💕 We immediately love Percy so much asfkldfs BUNDLES HIM UP AND RUFFLES HIS HAIR TTOTT))

When Kazuma pushed his pupils, it was intentional. Most kids at Camp Half-Blood were painfully young—but one of the first lessons that every demigod learned was that age didn't matter. Not to destiny. Not to gods or monsters (though at times he questioned if there was a difference, truth be told).

Someone had to prepare them. That was the sole reason why he still returned to camp even in adulthood: he had no loyalty to the gods, but if he could help the other children they mistreated and discarded, he felt it was his duty to do so.

It was more Percy's tone than the words themselves that led Kazuma to take heed. Relaxing from his stance, he too tossed his sword back to his right hand and lowered the point to the ground. After so many hours spent training together, on top of becoming friends outside the arena, he didn't just notice the dejection weighing his young pupil's voice and shoulders—he knew how unusual it was for a boy so full of fight.

Kazuma's expression softened. He sheathed Karuma with an effortless flourish. "Very well; a short break, then." They'd been at it for nearly an hour now. A brief respite was deserved—especially in favor of focusing on something much more important. A few quick strides brought him to the edge of the arena and back again. One hand offered Percy a bottle of water while the other rested on his shoulder.

"You know, this exercise is supposed to be difficult. Even with your skill, it'd be a shock if this were easy for you." He fell quiet as he studied his pupil. "Or is there something else that's bothering you?"

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Super Strength

Author's Note: Please feel free to imagine whichever spiderman you like best; I myself referred to Toby as Pete and Tom H. as Peter. Also, I do not own the amazing fan art.

Warnings: Restraints, Dom Peter, Rough sex, Squirting, Hands-free ejaculation

I know the cuffs won't hold Peter, that they haven't been the entire half an hour he's been restrained. His spiderman suit pools at his feet, not having a moment to completely take it off. Peter's cheeks are flushed the prettiest mixture between red and pink; his bottom lip a bit swollen from him constantly nipping at it in frustration. The smallest dab of drool dots the corner of his gagged mouth. Poor boy's dick is beyond hard, tip lookin angry as fuck as it leaks like a faucet down his shaft and I can't help but to appreciate the sheer willpower he must be exuding.

Even while I'm whining at my current predicament, I hear the wood arms of the chair protest as my desperate boyfriend leans in closer to the scene in front of him. My hands are tied together at the wrists with web that suspends from the ceiling, keeping my arms extended upward. Speared ontop my other Spider's cock while he lays supine, naked besides my lace thong dangling around my ankle, I hold eye contact with our cuffed lover as I'm fucked within an inch of my life. My juicy brown titties flop and jump unrestrained and I know it drives my men crazy.

"Fuu-huck Pete! Posed ta teeeach em, nooo AH! Not puh-unish meee!" I moan and squeal and he slows his rough raging fucking to a crawl. A firm gripping squeeze on each thigh has me blinking the tears outta my eyes to look down at the man rearranging my insides.

"Sorry sweetheart." Pete starts, not sounding the least bit fuckin sorry.

Peter snorts from behind the makeshift gag, clearly sharing my sentiment. Still he's sweaty and appears disheveled as he watches Pete bury his elongated cock into my soaked fluttering core. The way his eyes dart across my body frantically only to land and stare at the gushing pink of my insides being willingly violated. The chair creaks once more as he unconsciously leans closer again, muscles in his shoulders flexing from the restraint he exhibits.

"If Peter wants proof that you're our pretty little slut that loves to be dicked down using our super strength, I feel... Obligated to show him."

The smile on Pete's face is vicious as looks over at our poor distressed horny ass victim. He's still dipping inside my drippin pussy with casual shallow stokes, creamy wetness trickling down my fat ass cheeks to soak our sheets with every pull out.

"Watch and learn baby boy, she gushes so much when I give her all of it. Love watching her gushy little puss give me what I want. Feel soooo good when she clenches around meee." Pete finishes with a moan as the firm grip on my thighs moves to my curvy hips.

His thrusting speeds to a short quick gratingly deep fuck and I can't help tossing my head back and cry out at the sudden change in pace. The wet smacking of his veined rigid long cock ramming me makes my clit throb harder.

"Ye-eeees, yesyesyes, YES!!" My uncontrollable moaning melody ends in wordless wails as Pete tilts his hips and pounds up into me. It's absolutely clear that my Pete is gone and it's Spiderman here now, fucking me like an animal in heat. He uses his hold on my waist as leverage, forcing me to ride him at his speed. My body slumps just a bit before I become limp; I feel like nothing more than a doll made for his satisfaction; only thing is he wouldn't dream of cumming until after guiding me through my pleasure.

"Fuck, you jus gonna let me- DAMMIT! Jus have you like this? God so gooood, c-can't even bother to put a fight. Too fucked out, tongue hangin out. Fuck, ah ah ahhhhh.." His insidious glee in destroyin me tapers off into thunderous whiny moans.

A drip of drool runs from my tongue down my chin as I bask in utter pleaurable delight. His hands leave my waist, one to flick my pulsating clit firm and fast as the other repeatedly strikes my coffee colored plump cheeks. I can hear my other Peter's breathing get heavier as Pete does the impossible and digs deeper, fucking me so rapidly. The wet smacking sound of our coupling adding to the notion that this only ends after I'm bred. I shake, twist and shriek at the intense orgasm rushing towards me.

A scrape comes from the chair beside the bed as Peter snatches his wrist from the arms of the chair with concerened eyes, cuffs immediately hitting floor with a thud while he simultaneously reaches for the gag and tries to stand. Pete's quicker though and an arm shoots out to web Peter's wrist AND ankles to the chair, all the while still fuckin up into me without losing a beat. An indignant huff leaves Peter but he doesn't resist.

"Don't fret, Spiderman. Uhn, uuuuhn.. Our girl looooves this. Fuuuuuuck, don't you sweetheart?" Pete grits out, groans peppering every other word.

Unyielding slaps replace the stroking on my throbbing little button and I'm a goner. With eyes squeezed shut, and loud stuttering gasps of 'Pete' and 'Peter' my tight little puss clenches hard around the cock trying to pierce my guts. I don't feel the tears streaming down my face as I splash Pete with a dose of gushing cream on the fourth slap to my clit. White specks dot behind my close lids when a particularly forceful stream jets against the lengthy dick in my tummy trying to force him out.

"Shiiiiit, can barely moooove.." Pete's groaning and huffing as the rhythm of his fuckin becomes jerky and off beat.

With eyes blown wide staring at were we connect, his hips make small circles as he tries to stuff his dick in my guts. With a low 'Fuuuuuuuck', Pete hastily pulls his cock out to spray up my tummy, large globs of cum shower my tits only to drip off my sensitive stiff nipples. I feel the warmth of it run down my sweaty torso as I hiccup, trying to catch my breath. The rooms silent besides heavy breathing before Peter speaks up.

"Can some one let me loose?" He asks after spitting out his gag, refusing to make eye contact. His are cheeks more red now than our entire session. Peter wiggles his wrists, emphasizing for one of us to free him. I really take him in, scanning his chiseled chest before landing on his softening dick covered in thick creamy spurts of his cum. He came UNTOUCHED! And there so fucking much of it..

"Help? Hmmm.." I pretend to think about it, lifting Pete's chin to look at our embarrassed boyfriend and he smirks once he notices the cum slowly dripping from Peter's dick to the floor.

"Don't you have super strength too?" I ask with an evil giggle and villainous intent.

[theiasthesis]

HII HELLOO!!! I AM SO HAPPY! ITS JUNE BUG!! I HAVE JUST GOTTEN MY FIRST EVER COMMISSION AND PLENTY MORE TO COME!!! I AM STOKED!! 🩷🩷🩷

THANK YOU :D 💕

EEEE I'm so happy for you, congratulations!!

I'm glad the sigil worked out for you <3

I can't wait for you to do what you love and make bank 😝

[angelgendered]

Eeee this time tomorrow my train will be just leaving my local train station and I'll be on my way to London. I'm so excited, it's honestly silly. More rambling under the jump bc I didn't want people to have to scroll past this screed lmao

Something about travelling alone in my wheelchair for the first time further than birmingham makes me feel strangely emotional tbh. I can't pin what it is. Maybe that for nearly a year before my CES surgery I could barely walk and didn't have access to a wheelchair of any kind so I kind of just stagnated at home. And for two years+ before that I was suffering with such bad pain in my back that even with double crutches I could barely walk.

So now having this newfound freedom that a power wheelchair gives me? I feel on top of the fuckin world. Is it inconvenient when I can't just get an Uber or hop on the underground worry free? Yes. It's annoying as fuck. But also, there's ways around inaccessibility!

There are buses, and I'm fortunate that my chair has excellent suspension, making even bumpy pavements a breeze. Well. Except for the dreaded cobbles. Find me a wheelchair user that doesn't mind them and you'll have found a liar lmao.

I'm writing a lot of these long posts this week. Esp the past few days leading up to going to London. I think it's cause I genuinely didn't think I'd get here?? I thought I'd either be dead by now or forgotten by everyone except for my family.

I felt like I'd be house or bed bound entirely, (and probably would be were my mum not proactive in taking me to a and e and my consultant at stoke being so intent on operating kn me at like 7am the next morning,) because of my back and the pain I had back before my op.

I felt like no one would care- not friends or doctors or anyone. But I've been proven wrong by my rl and online friends and family and people like Hadley and I treasure all of them so much because they're all, in some part, key to the fact that I haven't become bedridden and more suicidal than I was at 28 29 anyway. I thought I'd be dead befoe I was 30, then I reached that milestone and kicked the can down the road saying I wouldn't live to 35.

Well now I'm very nearly 33. And I feel great tbh. I still have pain and fatigue and memory issues and diabetes and a myriad of other mh and physical issues but im HAPPY. I haven't been so happy since I was in my early 20s! I feel like my life has turned a corner and I'm over some kind of crossroads now. Things have changed wrt my health physically and mentally and being late diagnosed autistic, but it's soemthing im trying to take more in my stride now. The support of my loved ones is key to this, as is my freedom and independence.

I'm feeling mushy this morning, sorry if you read all of this.

[ask2pame]

I'm stoked that you're active again.

You've been my favorite askblog since I was young

I'm 24 now and you're still my favorite :)

// eeee !!! :D thank u!!!!!!! thank you for sticking around for so long <33333

[kilibaggins]

Rough Day? | Gabriel Stokes

gabriel stokes x reader

Request From @kittennonbinary: hey, i'm wondering if you could write something cute about gabriel stokes, where his s/o had a terrible day and need cuddles, kisses, words of affirmation and being hold while sleep, please make it cute as possible, i really need cute gabe

A/N: EEEE this is my first time writing gabriel even though i literally love him so so much! hes one of my favorites and i dont see that much content for him anywhere so im happy to add to it! thank you so much for the request!!! feel free to request more if you want for gabe or other characters! i hope i did it justice!

Warnings: crying, mentions of death, fighting, stress, and i think that's it? none of the death or fighting is specifically about anyone it's just mentioned as a stresser. gabriel hums a christian song but its not really that prominent in the story.

Word Count: 979

You walk through the door, quickly taking off your coat and hanging up with a huff. You pull off your weapons and put them next to the door. Each time you put something down it makes a loud noise because of how hard you do it. When that's done you walk into the kitchen and grab a glass. You fill it up and take a big drink before putting it back down and leaning against the counter, sighing softly. Today's been… A rough day. Every day in the apocalypse is a rough day, but sometimes it just gets unbearable.

You have to take a deep breath to stop yourself from crying. Crying isn't going to fix your issues even if it'll make you feel better. The constant struggles, the death, and the fights between your own people, it's weighing on you constantly. Not many people have died lately, thankfully, but even so, it feels so suffocating knowing that it's a possibility. You can't stop it as a few tears flow down your face and you groan, annoyed. Annoyed with your feelings, with yourself, with everything.

"Rough day, huh?"

You look up to see Gabriel, who looks more relaxed than he normally does in a white T-Shirt and black pants. He walks towards you slowly, smiling gently at you. His smile always makes you relax a bit.

"Yeah," You say simply. He steps up to you and gently lays his hands on your waist. You lean forward and rest your head on his chest.

"You're okay now, Y/N," Gabriel says, bringing his arms up and around you. He gently squeezes you and you try to hold back your emotions but can't. He softly hums to you, some church hymn he knows from before the apocalypse, and it calms you down. His singing, his humming, it always calms you no matter what it is. Even if you don't believe in whatever he's singing or humming about. "Come on, you need some rest."

You let him slowly walk with you to the bedroom, his arm around your shoulder. When you get in the room he gently sits you down on a chair before searching through his own clothes to get you something to wear. You smile when he pulls out the pair that he knows you like to wear when you're having a tough time. He's so gentle with you as he takes your shirt and pulls it off and puts on the fresh one. You smile when his eyes linger slightly.

"You like what you see?" You tease, and he smiles.

"Always. You're beautiful." He says, and he helps you pull off your shoes and pants as well. "You're wonderful."

You smile and watch him as he takes your dirty clothes and puts them in the hamper. He walks back over and gently runs his fingers down your face.

"Thank you." You say, thanking him for everything. He takes your hand and pulls you up off the chair and over to the bed.

"Of course, Y/N." He gently lays you down and steps away. You reach out and grab his hand.

"Wait!" You say, and he looks back at you, "Stay."

Gabriel smiles and leans down to kiss your forehead.

"Always, my love. I'll be back shortly. I'm getting you some water and fruit." Gabriel says, and you relax. "I'll be back soon."

Gabriel keeps to his word and in no time he's back in the room, a large glass of water and a small bowl of fruit in his hands. He comes over and sits on the bed, putting the bowl of fruit between the two of you. You sit up and he hands you the water.

"Where'd you get the fruit?" You ask, and Gabriel smiles jokingly.

"A magician never tells his secrets," Gabriel says, laughing. You laugh and shake your head.

"Is it magic or awesome priest-talking skills?" You tease, taking a fruit and eating it. Gabriel shakes his head and laughs.

"No, no, a few people owed me," Gabriel says, nodding. You laugh softly and lean against him, your head on his shoulder.

"Everyone owes you." You say earnestly and he smiles and kisses your head.

"I love you." He says, grabbing a piece of fruit and eating it. You smile and hum happily.

"I love you too…" You say, closing your eyes.

A few moments later, Gabriel holds out the bowl to you and bumps your hand with it. You open your eyes and take the last pieces of fruit out and put them in your mouth. Gabriel puts the bowl to the side and gives you your water again.

"Gabe, you don't have to mother-hen me." You tease and he brings his hand up to your face and gently traces the side of it.

"You deserve this. You deserve to be taken care of. You're worthy of every good thing… And right now life is hard and you might be having a difficult time, and maybe you've even made a few mistakes that you have a hard time forgiving yourself for… But we're human. And you? You're flawless in my eyes." Gabriel says, gently pulling you close. He lays the both of you down and pulls you to his chest. "I love you. You're the most important thing in this world."

You bury your face in his chest to hide how emotional his words have made you. Sometimes you really need to hear these things and Gabriel always knows when and how to say them. He's always there for you and he's always willing to listen and comfort you.

"I love you too, Gabriel." You say, wrapping your arm around his torso. "Thank you."

"For what, Y/N?" He asks, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

"For this. For being here for me, for everything… For loving me."

"Y/N, love, You make it easy."

You fall asleep in his arms feeling safe and loved.

[grimowled]

your Stolas makes me smile and Ozzie glow a Little brighter. jsyk.

eeee--- this makes my dark lil' heart flutter sm !! thank you dearly?? i'm so stoked you and ozzie enjoy this naughty lil' birb and his ridiculous ways ... and that i get to see you on mon dash and write with you. pls bear with my slow ass. i love your ozzie so much I'm just starting to think you own the guy and just lending him out to vi.z -- such an inspiration, how you capture him in both words and pencil strokes!!

[echo-starflower]

.....to the person i just randomly text,please know i'm typing so slow than i want and it giving me real anxiety

who know talking to ppl in Eng is so hard iamsjskkskskaa LIKE I WANT to engage in meaningful conversation with you BUT I JUST,LIKE,HAVING A STOKE AT THE SAME TIME AHSORRYSJJAJAKASKHOPE

YOU HAVING A NICE DAY THO,FRIENDO

get frog-hat-ed :

AHHHH AKDJJDJF I HAVE A FROG HAT AHHHHSHDHJFJF!!!!

Oh my gosh!!!! Thank you so much!!!!!

Please don’t feel anxious about messaging!! Your English is quite good and I love talking to you!!!

Screaming!!! freaking out!!! AHHHH I CANT BELIEVE YOU DREW ME!!! EEEE THANK YOU SO SO MUCH SALTI!!!!!!!!!!! I LOOK SO CUTE!!!!!

☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

HAVE AN AMZING DAY SALTI!!! MAY YOU GAIN A FROG HAT AS WELL!

[cyancherub]

idk who this ginoza dude is but i see he has long hair & i see ur writing a femdom fic & i'm just like yea i'll cheers to that 🥂

;_________; <3333333 u guys are so supportive genuinely i love this space so much !!!!! im stoked for it IM REALLY SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT'S TURNING OUT !!! i have like 2 pages left to edit? and its prob one of my fav things i've written EEEE

[minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong]

HELLO! Ah, this story keeps getting better and better. I'm excited to see where it goes, now that Jimin's home. And Nari confronting Hyungwon gave me life. Looks like she's still got a bit of a Reaper in her, after all. Now, why do I feel that there's more to her connection with Jimin than it seems? "I was frustrated with the person I'd risked everything for. Why did it feel so familiar?". SOUNDS SUSPICIOUS. Also, that cliffhanger!!! Can't wait to see how Nari will react to that information. +

+ And I love her interactions with the other characters. THE FACT THAT SHE WAS SHOCKED BY THE NOISES HER GUT WAS MAKING AND SEOKJIN HAD TO TELL HER SHE WAS HUNGRY, I'M SCREAMING. Finally, I hope things are going well for you, and that whatever it is that's making you stressed won't bother you any longer. Be sure you get some rest. Take care 💜 - phantom

EEEE yay!!! I’m so happy you like it!! Seriously, that means the world to me. I’m so excited to write more so it warms my cold, Scorpio heart that you’re excited too. Huehue, I was super stoked to write that part since I’d had it in my head for a while. I like Nari’s personality as it’s starting to develop, so I’m glad you liked that! Ahhhh, that’s a good observation! That is one of the crucial little hints that will come into play later on in the story that I hoped you guys would catch. It will definitely be important later >:) AHHHH yes, that cliffhanger lol. Another aspect I was super excited to write! I’d had it in my head for a while too, so I’m glad to have it down in canon. Lmao I’m happy you like her interactions! I worry about that a lot, since it’s such a strange dynamic to try and capture, but I’m relieved that you like it. 

Oh and don’t worry about me, my dear. I’m doing just fine! It was just some stress related to my job. I’m starting to feel stifled and the thought of going back once school starts just got to me I guess haha. I’m looking into other job options within my field, but it’s been tough. Nothing major though! Thank you for worrying. That makes me happy haha. I appreciate it! And likewise, I hope you’re doing well! Your messages really encourage me and motivate me to continue, so I hope you know that you are deeply appreciated and cared for!

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Eeee I'm so stoked you liked it, I've been struggling to write anything recently but it was fun to at least try a new character. I'm actually thinking I might wanna do a Rumlow/Bucky kinda thing soon too.

Yeah, omg that hair... *Grabby hands* 😁

Roy Pulver (boss level) x female reader

Tags/warnings: kinda one night stand, fingering, p in v unprotected sex, time loop shenanigans? 😅

A/n: I dunno I was just really horny and he's kinda hot in this film. 😁

You had been staring at the scene in front of your wide, disbelieving eyes for well over a minute now yet you can't tear away. Yeah your head is a little fuzzy from the night before but there's no doubt what you're seeing. The black lace of a pair of your underwear stretched over his ass, framing it perfectly. That's all he's wearing as he moves about your small kitchen seemingly… cooking breakfast?

"Roy?"

"Mornin' baby. You sleep alright?" He replies, turning over his shoulder briefly to flash you that self secure smile of his.

He continues shifting pans around and peering into your fridge looking for god knows what as you know you desperately needed to go food shopping. For the short time you've known each other, this all feels incredibly natural. Almost normal. Like you do this all the time.

"Roy…"

"Hmm? Where's your flour at sweetheart? I'm gonna make pancakes for ya, kinda figured you'd need something to soak up the alcohol after last night, y'know?" His eyes crinkle as he throws you a wink and turns back to his quest for ingredients.

"Uhh, in the top right cupboard, why are you wearing my panties?"

They definitely do. You subconsciously swallow the drool that's apparently been collecting in your mouth as your gaze fixes back on his tight butt again, feeling a heat start to blaze between your thighs as he turns around and you notice how he fills out the front of them, barely contained within the confines of the delicate fabric.

He chuckles as he locates the flour and shakes some into a bowl creating a white dust cloud around him. "Think I'm pullin' it off, maybe I gotta get me some of my own. They look good, huh?"

"Y-yeah, maybe, I guess… but why?"

He stops what he's doing, putting down the almost empty carton of milk he was pouring into the bowl, stalking slowly towards you. You're only wearing an oversized sleep shirt and knickers and as his arms slip around your waist and pull you up close, you feel the warmth rising up to your face, blooming across your cheeks as you look up into those mischief-laden hazel eyes fixed on you. The ones that got you so easily into this situation in the first place. The ones that had you staying for 'just one more drink' in the bar with him when you really should have gone home alone, but you couldn't resist. Roy was far too charming for a guy that looked like the usual one-and-done kinda asshole that you tended to end up with. He actually had depth. And well, yeah, he was attractive too. Very attractive.

"Oh," he says mockingly, "you don't remember what a mess you made of mine last night, do you honey?" He slowly slides his thigh between your legs and you can't help making a small noise as his hand goes to your lower back and he presses you down against his muscular leg. "Or… maybe you do." He grins, and you can't help yourself, automatically reaching around to squeeze those criminally pert and semi-naked ass cheeks in your hands. Yeah, you'd both been kinda drunk by the time you'd dragged him back to your apartment (in the uber quick discussion about where to go during your rather heated public makeout session, yours had been closer), but you knew you wanted to ride him like a bucking bronco. Unfortunately, due to too many shots, you never quite got that far in the end.

He hisses as your nails dig shallow welts into his skin and it's your turn to grin at him. "Hm, are you really blaming me for ruining your pants?"

"Hey!" You yelp as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walks you to the nearest clear countertop and sets you down upon it, his eyes flicking briefly down to glance at your mouth and back up again.

"Yeah I'm blaming you, well, mostly anyways. You were pretty darn set on gettin' on my lap and grinding the absolute shit outta me before you fell asleep. You're tellin' me you really don't remember?"

You do remember, but the way he tilts his head to the side adorably almost makes you want to string him along some more, however the urge to pick up and continue the activities of the night before is by far winning out.

"I- yeah, I'm really sorry about that, might have been a lil bit too tipsy."

One of his hands slides down your side, settling at your hip as you watch the tip of his tongue swipe across his lips. "Well you shouldn't be, was fuckin' hot as fuck!"

You dip your head at his admission and he gently hooks the side of his forefinger under your chin and tips your face back up to make you look at him.

"Though y'know there's this one thing about last night I regret,"

Your stomach drops to your feet. "Oh…"

Roy leans in so close his lips brush against the heated skin of your cheek, your heart suddenly racing as your brain processes his gravel-toned words.

"I didn't get to make you come."

You let out a shuddering breath as you meet his eyes, seeing the same burning desire there from the night before. Then your eyes close as his lips caress along your jaw, kissing his way to your own slightly parted mouth.

"Was kinda hoping we could…?" He begins to suggest what you're desperate for and you answer by surging forward, your mouth smashing into his, your fingers carding through his thick dark hair, holding him to you and moaning as he catches up fast, his tongue sliding hotly against yours. You squeeze your legs around him, and Roy grunts low as the bulge of his hardening cock rubs at your core through the thin barrier of both pairs of your underwear. You briefly create some space so you can yank the lace down his thighs, his erection bobbing deliciously before you as he's released. You want him, want to feel him but he attacks your neck with his lips and teeth while maneuvering you to the edge of the countertop, one arm wrapped around your waist and the fingers of his other hand sliding up the inside of your soft thighs and trailing over the damp fabric between them.

He keeps teasing you like that, touching you but not actually touching you until you can't take it anymore, grabbing hold of his wrist and thrusting his hand under the waistband of your soaked panties. The moment his fingertips slide slickly over your clit it feels electric. Your forehead drops against his as he smirks at the state you're in, your breaths mingling as you spread your legs even wider to let him discover just what you like.

"Fuck baby, so damn wet," he marvels, encouraging your pretty moans and whimpers by dipping his two digits inside your tight walls and massaging his thumb in circles around your sensitive bud. "fucking dripping for me, beautiful. C'mon honey, let me make you feel good."

Your head flops backwards as he pumps and curls those long, thick fingers in a way that has you speedily racing to the edge. The higher, breathier pitch of your pleasured sounds has him wrapping the fingers of his free hand around your jaw and turning your head to make you face him.

"Wanna see that pretty face of yours, told you I wanna make you come and I want to see every damn second of it."

He kisses you deeply before pulling away to watch you quickly unravel by his hand, squeezing around his fast pumping fingers with a long moan of his name, so easy on your lips.

You cling around his neck until the last wave of your orgasm washes over you, leaving you hungrier, yearning for more.

"Alright, think we're even now, hm?" Roy remarks with a cheeky smirk as he slowly withdraws from your now ruined pants. After you quickly catch a bit of your breath you hop down off the counter, tugging him by the arm back towards your bedroom.

"Not by a long shot, Purver."

"Don't ya want breakfast?" He quips before you push him down hard on your bed, kicking off your panties and peeling off your shirt before you climb over him.

"All I want right now is you."

He watches you in awe, his hungry eyes roaming over your bare body, laying back preparing for you to do whatever the fuck you want to do to him. As you sit over his thighs you guide his hands up your warm skin encouraging him to fondle your breasts, he sits up so he's able to kiss and lick his way from one to the other, satisfied when he hears your little gasps and hums at the sensation of his hot mouth working on you. But you're impatient. You slam him back down on the mattress and shift forward, your slick pussy lips sliding over the thick base of his dick, your smile widening as Roy curses underneath you while you run your fingers down over the hard ridges of his chiseled abdomen.

"Jesus," he rasps as you eventually reach your destination, wrapping your fingers around his girth, giving him a few languid strokes. You trace the pad of your thumb over a prominent vein running the length of his cock and he throbs in your hand.

"Are you clean, Pulver? I feel I've got to check, when you have such a pretty face and dick like yours." You purr, stroking his balls then cupping them in your hand and giving a gentle squeeze that has him biting his lower lip between his teeth and arching under you.

"Oh god damn! I'll take that as a compliment. Yeah- yeah, I'm clean, baby, fucking sparkling actually. You?"

You nod as you don't hesitate to slide the tip of him between your folds to nudge the fat head of his cock at your entrance, both of you moaning in perfect unison as you sink down slowly, eager to feel every ridge of him sublimely caressing your inner walls. Seated deep within you he can feel you gripping him like a vice, so he does nothing but stroke his fingers up and down your arms and rest them at your waist until you're ready to move.

You're both completely sober but its as if the buzz of the previous night never went away, your gazes locked on each other as you start to fuck. You rise and fall on that class-A cock of his, already hopelessly addicted to the way he fills you, the way he's holding back and letting you go at your own selfish pace.

"Shiiit… feels- feels so good…" Your hands push down on his chest, fingers splayed out as you fuck yourself on him. "Roy-" you whine at him, "fucking move, please!"

"You got it princess." He grits through his teeth as he places his hands on your waist and starts rolling his hips up to meet you, letting you feel every fucking glorious inch of him. Your eyes squeeze shut at the sensation, nails dragging down his chest until you've got him groaning half in pleasure and half in pain, digging them in and pinching at his nipples. He snaps his pelvis up in response, hitting a spot so deep inside that has you crying out for more, for something rougher, rawer. Roy scoops his big hands under your ass and starts fucking you even harder, bouncing you on his cock, spearing you with every piston-like thrust. The more you moan out the harder he goes, his intense gaze flickering back and forth between your eyes, your mouth, your tits and the mesmerising view of his cock disappearing inside your slick cunt.

"Fucking beautiful." He praises. You grab one of his hands, bringing it up to your mouth and sucking your lips around his fingers and thumb before you guide him between your legs to help you get off. You're so turned on already, so full of him that it doesn't take much more for you to near the edge, riding him faster as your body is inevitably taken over with the powerful throbbing pulse of orgasm.

Roy is watching in wonder as you let it take you over, giving you mere seconds warning that he's ready to spill every fucking drop he has, as if you're going to want him to pull out now.

"Give it to me," you hiss, your pussy walls still contracting around him as you ride out one high straight into another. He gasps as you lean down, skin pressed to skin as you keep undulating above him, switching his fingers on your clit for your own as he begins to lose rhythm.

"Fucking give it to me Roy… yes!"

He groans long and deep, his body buckling, fingers digging into your soft curves as he jolts several times, finishing hot inside you.

You roll off of him, face crinkling in confusion as you come back down. "Wait, what?"

"Fuuuck…" he pants, a sheen of sweat covering his broad chest as it rises and falls with you laying on top. "doesn't matter how many times we do this, shit… every fucking time you blow my damn mind."

He scrubs a hand over his face, wincing slightly. "Uhh, nothing baby. Just babbling. You got me good y'know?"

"No Roy come on, what do you mean 'every time'?"