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Damn, is this what West Coast Critters feel like every Thursday night? It's not like, 3 AM. It's normal bedtime, not "Oh god i have to get up in HOW many hours?!" bedtime. This is incredible
I love that Veth is the Exandrian equivalent to Arthur Auguefort
*side eyes Orym “Bait and Switch” of the Air Ashari*
I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who can’t fathom being needed—or even being wanted— beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesn’t die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and it’s their job to protect.
Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.
Bonus points if it’s not a legitimate job they’ve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they haven’t given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.
I'm not a huge Callowmoore shipper but-
I think that one of the best songs to encapsulate Callowmoore, at least from Ashton's POV is Senses by MICO. Like when I need some angst in my life, I imagine a modern!AU Callowmoore with Ashton singing this song with Fearne in the crowd.
Your welcome.
Currently 6:49am … I LIVED BITCHES! Also there were so many lines that altered my brain chemistry but let’s be so fr the ending line of “and every now and then your champion comes to visit…”
BITCH STOP.
A note for East Coast Critters
If you don't know I'm on the east coast, which means for me the episode airs at 10pm instead of seven. Combined with the fact that I'm insane and the episode is 8.5 hours, I'll be pulling an all-nighter with just enough time for a nap before my 8:30am lecture tomorrow. To my fellow critters in other time zones, stay true, stay caffeinated, more importantly stay hydrated!!!!!
As C3 ends tonight, I can’t stop thinking about Magister Hollow’s note to Patia in Calamity…
“All things end. Lives, stories, even ages.”
Watching Predathos be this little alien baby whose hungry while Matt is traumatizing everyone and all my mind could think of was:
If this doesn’t happen, check my Ao3 motherfuckers—
Imagine— The final scene of Campaign 3
After doing the character epilogues of what everyone does after, we flash forward to like a couple of months after the final battle. Everyone meets in Whitestone and goes to the Slayer’s Cake, with Pike’s help they make a massive batch of maple ginger cookies and go on a picnic. Ashton brings some drinks, Laudna brings some supplies for arts and crafts, Orym brings some muffins from Alma, Braius brings his painting supplies, and Dorian brings his mandolin. Fearne and Orym conjure a bed of flowers for them to sit on, Imogen makes the sky clear, and Pate scares off anyone that would interrupt. They go to Bertrand and Eshteross’s graves. The stones are decorated with small chicken bone dolls, the gambler’s rapier, Eshteross’s cane. Evelyn is there pruning the weeds. They put the last piece of FCG they have left, his wheel, in between the stones and start to recount their adventures while drinking and eating cookies, telling Bertrand and Eshteross all that they missed. A group of ravens flies out of the trees near by at the temple to the Matron, and BH’s know that their friends are there, listening intently. After telling them of Vassalheim and traveling to Ruidus to defeat Ludinus, Dorian pulls out his mandolin, and him and Imogen (plz Robbie and Laura) start to sing a full version of the Ballad of Bertrand Bell, which transitions into the Ballad of Bell’s Hells. As they sing Braius paints the group in this moment of calm, with no red moon in the sky, and smiles on all their faces.
And 30 years later, a new bard in Jrusar, is singing the famous Ballad of Bell’s Hells in front of a beautiful painting in the Spire by Fire.
Will be thinking about this all day
vax, his hair & his armor in black like a raven. ludinus, his hair & skin as white as the snow of eiselcross. vax, guardian of fate, ludinus, destroyer of it. vax the grim reaper. ludinus the white horse, the horseman. vax, gone too soon. ludinus, alive too long. vax & ludinus, eternally in the purgatory of immortality and undeath. vax & ludinus, both invisible to the matron. vax & ludinus, death & winter. death, winter, and the matron of ravens connecting them.
heretical as it feels to say, they are in some way brothers. kin.
ethedok & vordo in some ways meet again. certainly made in their image.
even as one sheds the others divine blood to end divinity, not knowing he'd choose mortal family over divinity like the other would, too.
not me actively hyperventilating in the back of my university’s library at TLOVM 3.07-3.09
my thoughts: WHAT THE FUC—
how am I supposed to just continue on with my day? I have a midterm in 2 hours?!?!?
STOP (but plz keep going)
Ship name idea for Braius and Nana Mori:
Moorrigan
I don’t claim to be good at art but I made this and I’m proud.
imagine this-- Liam and Matt are the only people on the main cast that haven't been DM-ed for a Calamity-era story by Brennan. What if we don't do another calamity series, but an arcanum series. What if we see the beginning of the Ring of Brass? The beginning of the political corruption with fewer members. Maybe Loquacious is off doing a press tour for some big drama in Vassalheim or Nydas is conducting a deal in Wildemount. Somehow there are two less members at the table and Matt and Liam come in. Liam could be Evandrin (because why not?) and Matt could play a younger version of Loras of the Weaver's Mask (maybe?) or someone in the higher rungs of the city so we can see that side of the corruption and how it started. We could even see the attempt to plane shift that "killed" Evandrin at the end of it. I just remember during the Calamity Wrap-Up Marisha said something about being at high level and not being able to play the "pick yourself up by your boot straps" archetype for Patia, but maybe we can see that era of her becoming the Keeper of Scrolls, or more of Zerxus's weird oracle powers that HE CAME TO AVALIR TO LEARN MORE ABOUT (that detail was dropped so nonchalantly and it keeps me up at night). Maybe we could see Laerryn and Quay's wedding, or their actual divorce! Who knows. This is just some silly idea I had.
spoilers e97
I have an idea for what that creature was that they fought at the beginning of the episode. During the fight, Matt said something interesting, the creature siphons magic. It did nothing against Orym, but he doesn’t have innate magic. I wonder— is that thing Aeor’s version of the Taxmen? Aeor was clever, it had spies everywhere and in EXU: Calamity it felt like Avalir and Aeor were direct rivals. What if someone saw the Taxmen that Nydas made and took that information back to Aeor? The taxmen siphoned magic and dealt damage “proportional to the highest spell slot a person is holding” in the Age of Arcanum that would be pretty helpful, and the fact that Matt specifically said that creature was trying to take something from Orym and said, “Well your a fighter, you’re fine.” Reminds me so much of the Taxmen. If that thing had hit someone like Imogen or Fearne, I could see Matt asking for their highest spell slot. I don’t know if I’m crazy or maybe it’s because EXU: Calamity is my Roman Empire but that creature had a bigger role in Aeor’s plan.
post e91
just realized that Orym’s deal with Nana Morri is now inert since they won’t all be coming home. So what will happen to his new powers? Will they go away? Will Nana be mad?
I present my Campaign 3 Bingo Card!!! Feel free to use during your watches or add your own squares. for anyone wondering, this was all done on Canva.
I know the font may be hard to read so from left to right-
ROW 1
Possibility Rage: Rainbow sprinkles
Nat 20: HELL YEAH
Old NPC spotted: I'm looking at you Shaun Gilmore
Travis rolls a 100: #RipChetney
Delilah Spotting: Creepy lady do dead things
ROW 2
Titan Fearne: Burn baby burn
Chetney transforms: *howl*
Scars grow: LIGHTINING TITTIES
HDYWTDT: Herdy derty derty
Grim Psychometry: I can't think of anything funny
ROW 3
FCG goes berserk: Murbot
Summon a Reiloran: I want to meet nice aliens
Crying is a FREE action: Free space
Titan Ashton: That's some hard rock *bites lip*
Mister throws shit: Don't open your mouth
ROW 4
Treshi Scry Ball: Please check it regularly
Nana Morri: Please more creepy grandma. Please Mercer.
Whispers: spspspspspspsps
Nat 1: HELL NO
Bad Teleport: Who let Laura roll???
ROW 5
Keyleth Appearance: Sweet baby
Pate is Horny: Um... run?
Chetney carving: When will the horse work?
Changebringer called: Please tell FCG that Exandria is a sphere
Predates vision/dream: give in Imogen. become Wanda Maximoff.
JESTER SIGHTING JESTER JESTER JESTER PRAISE ARTAGAN ITS JESTER
5 CR campaigns/mini-series/one-shots I wanna see
EXU: DIVERGENCE -- Specifically I think it would really rad if the cast wasn't playing Exandrians experiencing the divergence, but if they played the GODS. Like I could so see Travis as the Storm Lord and Marisha as the Matron of Raven, maybe even if they brought Brennan back to play Asmodeus. I think it would be just a really sick parallel to the Ring of Brass sacrificing themselves at the end of Calamity, with the Gods deciding to willingly (or maybe not willingly) lock themselves beyond the Divine Gate.
EXU: ARCANUM -- Pre- pre- Calamity so we get the full experience of the Age of Arcanum. ONE CONDITION: Marisha must play the woman that later become the Matron, and the finale must be her ascension. I just feel like Marisha is so connected to the Matron through Keyleth and Vax, Laudna, and Patia, so anything involving the Matron being a PC has to be Marisha in my mind.
WHITESTONE MINI-SERIES -- You all remember those movies on Netflix about like a town in like 1897 then 1995 and so on? I want that! But with Whitestone. Taliesin DM-ing a Whitestone Mini-series where every episode or every few episodes it switches time would be so sick. Like ep 1 could be the Dawnfather fight, then ep 2 is De Rolos coming to town, then the whole Von Musel fiasco, then it comes back around with the second-to-last episode being the death of the De Rolos and the Rise of the Briarwoods, then the finale could be them all playing Percy and Vex's kids modern day.
RUIDIAN ONE-SHOT -- I need a Cobalt Soul-esque one shot where it's like the resistance on Ruidus against the Imperium and the Mind-Weavers. Pre- Bloody Bridge, of course. But just getting to see more Ruidus would be so sick!!!
CALAMITY AFTERMATH -- I want to see Travis play an older Kir Argupnin so fucking badly. Like maybe they are in Vassalheim or Wildemount. I once saw this theory (I actually think it was in a fan fiction, but whatever) where Elias and Avandrin have a strained relationship when Elias gets older because he connects with the Wildmother, and Elias is actually the Unknown Champion in the lake in the Blooming Grove. Also we could see the start of the Cobalt Soul, if that VERY POPULAR theory is true.
Feel free to add more !!!
Chetney *shakes head*
so of course everyone is joking around about Chetney being Orym’s dad and Travis is feeding into it with the Scanlan joke in e83, but I have a genuine theory. First off I wanna say, I love the Chetney is Orym’s dad theory and hope that it canon because that just makes a lot of sense considering that whispers were had when they insight checked Orym’s mom. BUT here’s something else, I think Chetney is an ancestor of Pike. Think about it for a sec, they both were born in the Bramblewood outside Westruun and they are both gnomes. Back in C1 around e94-ish there was a small arc where Pike’s family came to Whitestone and manipulated here into believing their family had a blood curse. What if Pike’s uncle Augden(?) got that idea from Chetney, a cursed gnome who uses blood magic to fight, and in a way was betrayed when his family left. I’m not saying Chetney is Pike’s dad, but he might be Wilhand or Augden’s dad and might be related to Pike on some level.
CAN WE PLEASE GET A PREQUEL NOVEL ABOUT ALLURA AND KIMA’S ORIGINAL PARTY!!!!! PLEASE.
*DEMON SCREETCH*
Can we just talk about how good the new intro is?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! It makes me wanna see BH's animated!!!!!!!!!!! ITS SO GOOD!!!!!!!
Southern Gothic (Imodna)
So... Is no one going to talk about how Laudna and Imogen are literally the sunxmoon trope but reversed. Imogen is the moon, Laudna is the sun because of their connections to Rudius and the Sun Tree. I don’t know if that was planned or if Laura and Marisha have realized it yet, but that’s so cute.
Wow... That's so hot... 😳😳😳😳😳
The Gunslinger and His Sleeping Beauty
Pairing: Percy de Rolo x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, soft sex, messy sex, creampie, somnophilia
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: First nsfw fic for my 5k follower event. The prompt was "somnophilia" with Percy. You can take a look at my other fics for this event, there's the wholesome list and the dark list. Take your pick.
You've gotten used to it over the years, waking up with Percy's cock deep inside you, thrusting in and out, his hands on your tits, his mouth on your neck, your shoulder, his voice hoarse, grunting and whispering how good you feel, how he loves you.
You first brought up the idea a few years ago, when you were already well into your relationship but before you got married. You'd woken up to him painfully hard and gripping his cock tight in his hand, a subtle blush on his cheeks when he noticed your woke up.
"Percy?" You mumble, voice heavy with sleep, eyes barely open.
"I'm sorry darling. I'm... I've been thinking about you on my way home. But I suppose that's it is a little late. Don't worry. I can take care of it. Go back to sleep." He kept his voice barely above a whisper, only increasing when he would stroke up, slowly milking his cock, trying his hardest not to disturb you.
He doesn't look very comfortable, his cock looks painfully hard, the tip bright red, and you couldn't see his balls but you could have only guessed how full they were.
You roll over on your back and threw the covers off. You were clad only in your nightgown, the peaks of your breasts already hard and showing through the material. You spread your legs apart, the nightgown hiking further up, "That doesn't look like it feels very good. I'm sure I'd sure I'd feel a lot better."
"Huh? But... I thought you were tired." He stopped his strokes and held his cock firmly at the base, he was already straining not to come.
"I am." You yawn and arch your back a little, "You know... I don't have to be awake for you to use my pussy. You can help yourself."
"H-Help myself." Percy gulps hard, his cock twitching in his grip, "You'd be asleep. Are you sure it's ok for me to-"
"I'm already wet." You interrupt him, "Just come here. It's alright. I'm giving you permission. It might feel good for me too. Give me some nice wet dreams, get me ready for the morning." Despite how sleepy you were your voice still managed to sound sultry, beckoning Percy toward you, until he was kneeling between your legs.
His hands hiked your nightgown up, and sure enough your pussy was dripping. He ran one finger through your folds, then dipped it inside, testing. You only sighed and let your eyes fall closed. "Oh fuck." He groaned, your juices dripping down his finger, making his dick pulse with need. "Okay, okay, sweetheart. I'm gonna give you my cock now. Take you. Fill you up slowly."
A small whimper falls from your barely parted lips when his cock slides in, going inch by inch, until his hips are flush with your own. Percy lets out a barely suppressed moan. You can feel the pressure of him, of his cock stretching your cunt, your walls gripping and releasing as he drags his cock out, then sinks it back in just as slow.
The slow, gentle pace, combined with his soft lips on your neck lulls you back to sleep, and indeed that night you did have a very wonderful dream. One where Percy came inside you again and again, calling you beautiful, moaning low and growly in your ear, cursing to high heaven at how good and tight and warm your cunt felt around his dick, how he wants to give you every drop, make you pregnant.
You wanted all of it. Then and every night after.
Sometimes he lost himself in the moment and let himself go a little harder, which did wake you up, but you didn't mind. Like right now, when you're roused from your dream only to see his face buried between your breasts, his moans muffled as his fingers grip your thighs, his his slamming his hard cock inside you almost desperately.
"You feel wonderful around my cock. Gods I can feel it. I can feel how much it wants my cum, how much it needs to be filled and breed. I want that too sweetheart. I want to fill you up to the brim, make you a mess with my cum. Fuck! Tighter, you're getting tighter." Percy lets out a long groan, his pace slightly faltering as you come around his cock. "Keep it up, keep tightening up around me. Keep milking my cock until you're pregnant."
You can't hold back anymore, your hands fly around his back, the sudden movement startling him a little but he finds his pace again, if anything he starts fucking you even faster, filling the room with sloppy wet sounds.
His cum is already making a mess of your thighs, you feel sticky, dirty, wanted, and so well fucked. "You're filling me up so well love. I love how your cock feels, even when I'm asleep I can feel it deep in my cunt."
"You can huh? You dream about it when I'm fucking you? I know you do. Your moans always give you away. Ah and the way your ripple around me. You're wonderful, absolutely wonderful. I love you, I love you so damn much. I'm gonna give you another load of my cum, are you ready for it?" He looks up at you, and even through the darkness you can feel the heat and love of his gaze. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, and you give him a very firm nod. You feel a warm flood of his cum, adding to the already full feeling inside your cunt. He keeps his hips against yours until he's absolutely sure his balls are empty, that all of his cum is now inside.
Percy takes deep breaths, his body heavy on top your you, his arms winding around your lower back. His lips are hot against your skin, "I love you." You run your hands through his short hair. It's normally pretty soft to your touch, but now it feels slightly damp from the sweat. In fact both your bodies are incredibly sweaty, not to mention the mess of cum between your legs and on your thighs. "Quick bath and then a few more hours of sleep?"
"Okay." He groans heavily as he lifts himself up, "Lock your legs around me, I want to keep my cum right where it belongs for as long as possible."
"So needy." You smile at him. Percy chuckles as he kisses your cheek and lifts your both up. You listen to his words, your legs firmly locked around his hips, his hands under your ass, squeezing playfully and thrusting his cock up, "Percy." You whine, "I'm sore. Please."
He laughs, "I know." He kisses your forehead, "I'm just teasing you. Lets go take a bath now yeah?" You nod into his shoulder, feeling any trace of sleep melt away as you approach the bathroom.
*blush, squels and faints*=￣ω￣=
maybe? first time with vax x reader?
A lil spice 🌶 🥵? Some romance?? 😉
was thinking of making it hc’s but now it’s a Drabble 🥰🔥 18+, smut
It was one of those rare sleepless nights for Vax. Be it his nerves, his thoughts, the lingering traces of a nightmare. Or whatever feelings he felt bubbling up for you.
Nights like these, he was grateful for the keep’s broad halls and separate rooms, seeing as how he felt like a talk might soothe his restless mind for the night. And the one he wanted to talk to most was you this moment. The shadows worked in his favor tonight, trying not to wake the others. As he knocked at your chamber’s doors for a good while, he still heard no response. Figuring something was out of the ordinary, he turned the knob to enter.
“Sweet? Peach? You in here? Seeing the covers overturned on your bed, and the cool breeze from the opened window, Vax figured where you might have been. He chuckled at the sentiment, seeing as you had trouble sleeping too apparently.
It was a starry night that reminded you of back home. Ever since you were little, you admired nights like these because it let your imagination run wild of fantasy worlds that inhabited each star. You would climb up to the top of the family house roof and just admire the stars and give them their own names. Each with their own story and history that let your mind run until it lulled you to sleep. Ever since you had joined Vox Machina, you still kept this habit up especially after the tougher missions. Tonight was one of those nights.
Liberating Whitestone, facing one too many near-death experiences on your part, and realizing that you may or may not have feelings for one of your best friends. It was a lot to process, but for once this was something in your control that gave you a semblance of your old life. You were snapped out of your revelry as you heard the roof creak with another presence. Soon, you saw Vax’s hand reach up towards the roof as the rogue pulled himself up to where you sat. “Figured you’d be out here tonight. Couldn’t sleep either?”
You smiled softly as he scooted closer to you. “Am I really that easy to read? A lot’s been going on, and I still like to sit under the stars. Helps clear my mind.” Stars, a cool night, you letting your walls down around him. Was this a sign? Should he take that chance right now. Vax swallowed before he decided his next words. “It is a nice night, but even nicer with you here.” You laughed as you slightly bumped into his shoulder. “Careful Vax’ildan, that sweet talk of yours will get you into trouble.”
“And I know that you’ll be there to get me out of it, just as you always do my hero.” Your laugh rung through the clear night, not making matters any easier on for the poor half-elf’s heart. He inched closer to where your shoulders were practically glued to each other. You turned your head to face him, heart hammering in your own chest and eyes searching for any indication of what you always assumed.
“Vax...how long have you had feelings for me?” It was so sudden that you practically felt time freeze for you both. You could see the brown eyes widen in anticipation and the blush creep up on his face. He tried to turn away for a while, but you could hear him muttering something under his breath. “What was that?”
“I said...is it really that obvious? How could I have kept it away for so long?” He laughed nervously, trying to play it off before jumping farther into the abyss of his heart. “You know I’m in love with you, but it’s not a big deal...if you don’t feel the same, I understand if...”
You leaned closer to him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “That’s what I wanted to hear. I’ve felt the same way too.” Vax smiled at you in such a sweet manner that it squeezed your heart. He returned your kisses, whispering his confessions to only your ears in between them. “I’ve always desired you...for quite some time now. And truth be told, you’re making it harder and harder to NOT act on those feelings right now.”
This was it. You knew yourself and what you wanted, and you wanted this now with him. “Then prove it then.”
By the time you reached your chambers, you both laid claim to each other. A mesh of touches, kisses, and embraces with clothes strewn across the floor. Your body and kisses accepted the love that poured from Vax as you felt him worship you. You opened yourself and your heart to him, and returned the love you felt. Lying across your bed, your hands joined over your heart as he worshipped every part of you.
Vax never knew how delicious his name sounded on your tongue, but he knew that he never wanted it to stop. He could just languish away for hours, making love to you and bringing each other to endless rounds of pleasure with your touch, hands and mouth. When you took him inside of you, it was a union of souls that longed for each other.
His hips rolling back and forth only increased your pleasure, taking you higher to that peak. Vax’s lips founds yours again, murmuring his heart’s deepest desires. “I’ve wanted you to let me be yours for the longest time now…gods…you’re gonna make me…I’m..”
You clenched around him as he throbbed in ecstasy. The rogue cling to you, hands intertwined and and spread above your head. You had never heard such desperate moans sound so beautiful as wave after wave racked through his body. For a good while, you both laid there spent form your passions. When Vax lifted his head from the crook of your neck, he gently kissed you before pressing his forehead against yours.
After tonight, there was never a sliver of doubt in your mind. Your feelings for him were true, and Vax would go to the ends of the continent with you without hesitation.
This is so beautiful... (°ﾛ°٥)
Loved your first time with Vax fic! Please can also do one for Percy, if you have the time?
I’m so glad you liked it!!! 😁 😀 😃!!!
This Percy one is part 2 to love confession HC’s, 18+ and smut
You stood there, dumbfounded at such a simple yet emotional confession. Not knowing what to say, you let out a short gasp before treading carefully.
“You…you love me? How, wha—what?” Percy stepped tentatively towards you, never wanting to scare you away. “I love you, y/n. Most ardently. And I wish to change things between us.” You felt glued to the floor, unsure of what to say next. Oh fuck it, I’m tired of waiting
Throwing caution to the wind, you ran with your feelings. “I love you, too, Percival. But love is only scratching the surface of what I’ve felt.” Feeling bolder at your assertions, Percy stepped forward to take your hands into his. “I’ve thought about you, desired you, wanted you.” Breathing deeply, Percy pulled you into him as his arms wrapped tightly around you.
As you melted into his embrace, he felt so strong and steadfast under your touch. You savored this moment before Percy’s voice broke your train of thought. “Before that life was taken from me, I was raised to be a gentleman. But every moment spent with you in this moment further erodes the restraint that I have kept up for too long.” Your heart only raced faster at his words, praying that he couldn’t feel it through your embrace.
Slowly lifting your head, your hopeful eyes met the longing gaze of the white-haired gunslinger. “Then don’t hold back anymore, Percival.” With your permission granted, Percy leaned down to capture your lips with his. It was sweet, surprisingly soft, and wrapped every passionate feeling that Percy held for you.
He lifted you into his arms, but never broke the kiss, as you both made way over to where his bed stood. Placing you down softly, you let your arms roam across his clothed body. You heard soft moans and gasps come from him as he lifted his head to face you. “I know I have you here...but are you sure? Certainly sure you want to...?
You gripped the side of his face with one of your free hands, while removing the lenses from his face with the other. “Percival De Rolo the Third, you have me literally in your bed and you’re still asking? Take off these clothes, and we’ll have a different conversation....”
“As you wish.” He laughed softly at your bluntness before starting to shuck off the vest that covered him. Stripping each other bare felt like a sacred act, worshipping each other with hands and lips to admire the material forms that had such prowess. The scar that your lover bore on his chest felt so foreign under your touch, but you could feel Percy shiver under your touch. The short gasps and moans continued for a good while as your lips covered it and you palmed the growing desire between his legs.
Suddenly, you felt a hand reach down to stop your ministrations. You looked up to see the green in Percy’s eyes go dark, the desire and longing simmering underneath. “On top now...ride me.” You switched positions, with you now sinking down onto him and nimble fingers pressing into your hips and sides. You straightened your hips to adjust yourself before slowly moving back and forth.
Falling into the rhythm of your pace, you gasped out in pleasure as you slid along his cock. Leaning down, you laced kisses along the base of his neck, face and lips as you felt two strong arms circle around you. Keeping you in place, you felt Percival thrust harder into you. You could feel yourself reaching your peak so quickly, wanting to surrender to the passion. You could hear the hoarse voice, laced with lust, whisper in your ear. “Come for me love...come on my cock.”
Readjusting yourself, you clamp down as if on instinct and quickly snap your hips in an attempt. You were grateful that none of the others were present as both of your moans echoed within Percy’s bedroom and slightly into the hallways. Spent from your passionate affections, you let Percy take you into his arms as he tucked you into his side.
It was a quiet evening, save for the panting breaths and an “I love you, dearest” in your ear as you started to surrender to the sleep that began to claim you.
I made this for a dear friend of mine recently <3