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[im-just-a-boy-guys]

PANTHER HYBRID DAD WHO CANT KEEP HIS HANDS OFF HIS SON

/MASC/GAY/R@PE/INC3ST/MONSTER.

You were sleeping on the couch with your dad. As panther hybrids, you usually all cuddle as a family in the large conversation pit in the living room. Sometimes Dad cuddles with mom, you with you or your little sister, or that sequence scrambled around.

Today, it was just you and your dad, the news plaid, and you two laid on each other. Your father smiled with his dark eyes and pushed his even darker hair out of his face and back over his head.

The older man sprinkled licks along your cheeks and forehead, gently and lovingly grooming you.

You and your father were always close. You were close with your entire family, but admittedly, dad was your favorite. He worked at a bar and was always home late .

Your mom didn't like to stay awake but knew her husband would come to bed on time, and they'd either have a good night or a good night rest.

You could always hear when they had a 'good night', their bed was right up against your bedroom wall. You had to assume that your father was often on his back because his moans were the loudest.

It used to annoy you, untill it started getting into your dreams, his moans, touching your aching cock, his hands were so bug and so gentle, so firm. He held onto your waist with one while he massaged your bulge through the other.

You woke up to boxers dull of cum and morning wood, all you could think about was your dad plunging into you, lingering yourself in the bathroom mercilessly as you rubbed yourself.

Now that you were lying on your chest and your mother wasn't home. You decided to lay some bait, getting extra close to his face as he scattered his kisses all over it, breathing against his chest so your breath would brush his face. Your thigh rested along his groin and his leg against yours.

You could feel his monster of a cock growing in his pants and yours against his leg. You adjusted so his cock and yours rested against eachother, you playfully flexed it against his to Guage his reactions, he seemed to be intiriorly struggling to keep his composure as his length pulsed against yours.

The tension was thick enough to cut with a steak knife as you carefully and slowly put your hand under his shirt, cuddling into his chest for now.

His breath was quickening ever so slightly. You could hear his heart racing. His tail gently wrapped around your ankle. As he started to lose control of his own mind, his tail trailed slowly up your leg and squeezed lighter.

You hooked your cold fingers on the edge of his boxers under his pants. His skin was so soft, and you could feel the hairs of his happy trail close to your pinky.

He almost couldn't - didn't breathe as you teased him, you made thebexcude of cuddling closer, pushing your bulges together more.

He gasped ever so slightly, but you never would've caught it if you weren't listening for it.

This tension made you desperate, gently rubbing your pinky against his V line and occasionally adjusting so you rubbed your raging, leaky cock against his. Every time you moved, so did he, the duration began getting longer with every rub.

You two couldn't help yourselves and began grinding and rubbing yourselves like wild animals, grunting and panting, but never once looking at each other just pure thriving desire.

He kept licking your face as to distract himself from his sin, panting as he did so. But he couldn't help his tongue making its way to your lips. You licked back and forced your tongue into his mouth, and he cupped your cheek, clearly trying his best to restrain himself.

He wanted to ravish you, and you could feel it in his raging boner. You ripped your boxers off and tugged at his pants. You wanted nothing more than to worship him and please him.

He killed himself out of his boxers and cozy pants, leaking precum. His knot was fully inflated and pretty to breed, you grabbed it instantly as if it reflex and began to rub your cocks together.

You and him groaned and huffed as you came closer to climax. He pulled away from you and bent you over the arm of the couch, thrusting himself into your tight hole.

You scream out, and he grabs your mouth, covering it roughly.

"Shh, I'm sorry...I'm so so sorry-hh, be quiet for me, baby, please,"

This and the couch fabric gently rubbing against your tip with your bodies recoil sent your brainninto a frenzie. Your cum spirited everywhere; against your knees, the couch, and your chest.

Your day moaned loudly into your ear as he thrusted his hole length and his knot into you, licking himself inside of your ass as his thick, hot cum poured into you.

"Fuck! Dad!" You moaned into his hand as your dick twitched.

He shook softly with guilt . His mind cleared, and he held you close to cuddle.

"Shh, I'm right here, baby. I'm sorry.. it's ok."He cooed softly.

[melanatedkink]

Pillow Biting

This is a compilation of MHA men getting around your relationship with your trusty pillow.

Warnings: pillow biting, rough language, rough sex, spanking, manhandling, voice kink if you squint, various pet names, anal

Pairings: Bakugo Katsuki x Y/N, Kirishima Eijirou x Y/N, Sero Hanta x Y/N, Todoroki Shoto x Y/N

Bakugo Katsuki

You could be a real pain in his ass sometimes. You had been teasing him all day with your texts. You even sent him a video right as he was heading out the door, saying you didn't want him to "forget what was waiting for him at home." And all of that had started after wrestling you off him when you found out how sweet his dreams were. He knew you would get pissy whenever he left without morning cuddles. But he had to oversee training for his interns. He had to set an example.

But you didn't give him an easy day. And after he got home, there you were, chilling on the couch all comfy and oblivious. He picked you up and hauled you over his shoulder, ignoring you half-assed "But I was watching thaaat". Your little games still didn't end as he kissed you down. With the way he switched from dry and wet kisses over your neck and collarbone, you couldn't possibly tone down your voice. But you didn't want to give the satisfaction, just yet. So you'd just hold back your voice behind an innocent little smile.

This little charade went on until he was ready to enter.

"You know, Y/N," he barked, his use of your name snapping your focus in two," you've been a slick bitch this whole time,"

He cocked his head to the side, baring his neck as his eyes narrowed," But I know you. I know every spot that makes you moan, so unless you been faking, tell me, why so quiet?"

You stared right back, lightly stating," You know why, Kat,"

He chuckled to himself. A cold chill raced through you. You hadn't heard that one, not unless he was about to fight. Oh. Oh no.

Without a word, Katsuki gripped you by the hips, flipped you over, and slammed you into the mattress. As you tried to prop yourself on your elbows to guage your surroundings, Bakugo's chest pushed into your shoulders, and the heel off his hand glued your face into the pillow.

"Since you wanna hold back, I better not hear a sound while I fuck you. Got it?"

You could only handle his initial thrusts. Once he sped up, your resolve crumbled, and moans flooded the crumpled pillow beneath you.

"That's what I fucking thought,"

Kirishima Eijirou

Tonight was a very special night. For your one year anniversary, Kirishima proposed a road trip out of country. It was your first big trip together and you were very nervous. But once you landed and headed toward the city, all your worries floated away. It was a busy day of shopping and sight-seeing, so by the time you had gotten back to the hotel room, and your bags were on the floor, you were expecting a cuddle bug of a boyfriend ready to watch foreign movies together. And, while his arms were wrapped around your waist, there was nothing innocent in the way he feebly asked, "Can I touch you?"

He'd just begun, but Kirishima was finding it hard to concentrate. Even though he made sure to spring for the presidential suite, meaning would be much harder for any neighbors to hear your little escapades, something about doing this in a hotel and not at home made you timid. Kirishima wanted to make sure you were comfortable, so, against his nature, he handed a pillow for you to bite as he laid you down. It couldn't have been more than three minutes, but he felt like it had been forever. And all because of that pillow. He just wanted to hear you, like he always did, but he couldn't risk you getting uncomfortable.

You seemed to notice his eyes darting around, and tapped his shoulder. He slowed to a stop.

"Are you okay?" he blurted in a flurry.

"I'm fine, are you? Do you wanna stop?" you asked," You seem distracted love,"

He let out a shuddered sigh, half chuckling at how cute you were, "I can't do this with that pillow in your mouth," he admitted.

"I know but I don't wanna get us kicked out on our first night,"

He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours, and started back up by slowly grinding into you. He could do this. He could be respectful. He could be- wait were you saying his name?

He grunted, ripping the pillow from your arms. Your hands attempted to replace the pillow, but he was quick to kiss you. You whimpered when he pulled back for air.

"Babe, I can't, they'll hear us,"

"Shh, just keep kissing me,"

Y'all kept it together until Kirishima bit your neck, which spelled your end. And he would join you, unfortunately startling an unsuspecting passerby.

Sero Hanta

When were they going to leave? This was just his luck getting you hot and bothered at a house party you were invited to. It was a sort of initiation into the Pro Hero inner circle. All his friends had been invited along with him, but he was absolutely floored once you walked in the door. You'd hinted you'd be fashionably late. It wasn't until he had snuck you into one of the guest rooms that he found out you were up to nothing good. He lowered you underwear to find a lavender nub peeking from your ass. It just took one look, and he got the message.

Just as he was beginning to feel like the luckiest man alive, a thump sounded outside the door. He'd barely bottomed out when he went rigid. He internally groaned as he defiantly turned his attention to your position beneath him. You looked like you heard it, too, but you never told him to stop. So Sero would manage shallow thrusts as he listened out for any cock blockers. But the sounds of your whines were making his eyes cross and his hips stutter. He caught a glimpse of you hiding your face in the pillow. Somehow you'd twisted your body away from him. And that just wasn't going to do. He was finally getting to have his lover, and he was going to get all of you.

Without breaking pace, Sero pried your arms from the pillow and wrapped them around his back.

"Scream for me, make me your pillow, baby. That's right, bite me,"

Turns out Denki was right, Sero had left with you.

Todoroki Shoto

You two didn't even make it to the bedroom. If you hadn't put your foot down about a "at least a shower, baby" then Shoto would've had you on his lap as soon as you got home. It was obvious he was feeling needy. You were fine with that, until you found yourself facing the reflection in the TV, holding to Shoto's thighs like a lifeline. You thanked God Shoto was too distracted with sex than undressing you properly, as you were afforded the sleep shirt that was currently keeping your squeals somewhat concealed.

Sadly, that didn't matter. Once Shoto had you throwing it back, it was over for him. His whimpers and incessant whines harmonized with yours beautifully. His arms snaked around your waist in an effort to keep you moving when your hips started to falter. The sound of his hips and his moans had your jaw dropping. Your shirt tail fell just as you reached your end. Shoto managed to slow down at the sound of you straight up mewling moaning as you finished beautifully on his thighs and couch.

He pressed his lips into your neck as you tried to catch your breath.

"Didn't know you could get so loud," He guided your jaw until you were looking him in the eyes,"Do it again, darling,"

[h0rnyfanficwriter]

jaylex cockwarming fic PLEASEE pre marble hornets theyre doing overnight script revising but jay just rlllyyy wants to fuck alex so alex sits on his dick while workin on the script 👍

Thank u so much for the request. Keep them coming. I love jaylex ! I hope I did it justice. Sorry, this is a little rushed hope u enjoy :)

"Jay.." Alex let out a hollow sigh as he let jay stumble into his apartment with 7/11 shopping bags full of snacks and a handful of movies being balanced on his small arms. Jay pushed them all onto Alex's counter and gave him a sweet smile, one that made Alex's chest warm up and his cheeks brightened. They sat at Alex's wonky dining table being held up by a few cinematography textbooks and made a little nest for themselves surrounded by old scripts , red vines, and Alex's favourite: mountain dew Alex's tried eyes were directed at the pages of the 'Marble Hornets 'script, but he wasn't actually reading the words . Jay's eyes were on Alex, his red cheeks got brighter as he got lost in his fantisies of how amazing it would be if Alex just bent him over this flimsy table and railed him or jay sucking him off under the table or- "Um Jay?" An angry looking Alex broke him from his daydream."What did you say?" Jay responded with widened eyes and a tone of 'oh shit I've just been caught.' jay was franticly searching Alex's face for a clue. "Should we change this line to fit Tim's personality better. You're the script supervisor, and do your job! " Alex rolls his eyes and shoves the script in front of Jay.

"Alex..." Alex looks up, still maintaining the frustrated expression."Why are you always so tense?" With a dumb rush, he silences Alex's upcoming retort with a kiss. Alex deepens it, parting Jay's lips with his tongue and wrapping his hands around Jay's small waist. This sudden makeout was scary, but the pleasure of their lips connected blinded them, and slowly, jay worked his hands down Alex's chest, teasing his ripples through his t-shirt, earning an uncharacteristic moan from him. Eventually, he reached what he wanted to get to Alex's belt, subtly unbuckling it and un-buttoning his pants. "Do you wanna?" Jay looks up with a sultry face he didn't even know he could pull , Alex returned it with a nod and a smirk. He has never seen this side to jay whenever they'd do something Alex was the one on top , the one in control he felt comfortable in that the power to play with , command and at times punish jay was a power he craved , needed , in and out of the bedroom but this was exciting and new and scary but ....hot . So with that nod, Alex sealed his fate and let jay control. He sat back in his chair and watched jay unzip his fly , pull his jeans down slightly and take his now hard cock in his hands jay used what spit he had to lube Alex's cock he rubbed it in with a few strokes then started unbuckling his pants he sat on Alex's hard dick and bounced up and down to 'get comfy' .Alex let of a soft work and tired to thrust up "no," Alex looked up at jay confused "I'm gonna stay here on your cock and your gonna continue working in the script" Jay's eyes narrowed guaging how much he can get away woth before Alex flips and takes back control "fine" Alex's face controted a part of him wanted to flip jay and fuck his disobedient face into the table but instead he sighed and for the fist tiem in his life kept composure knowing all Jay's wants is a reaction. He got on with reviewing and amending the script but he couldn't focus the shifting and the fidgeting jay was doing was going to make him snap he held put for a fee more minutes until "such a good boy~" from Jay's lips it felt wrong and that phrase made Alex lose it he picked jay up and threw him onto the shakey table and pounded every second of anger into him "teasing little....good for nothing..." Alex muttered to himself as he ruined jay "fuck, Alex!" Jay's eyes rolled back in his head the light above him became blurred. Alex's hand wrapped arround Jay's cock and pumped it in the rytham he was fucking sone more moans, fucks and pumps later jay came arround Alex's cock his cum coating his hand and Alex came in suit filling jay and subsequently staining his table and causing a massive crack down the middle .

The day after filming resumed and evryone met at Alex's to discuss filming locations they all sat around the table "how the fuck did u break it more!?" Tim laughed , jay looked at Alex with those same sultry eyes.

[cas-echo]

Some of my Echo thots

M!reader and NSFW 18+

-He takes forever to warm up to you, partially because he's not usually attracted to men, but mostly because he's generally guarded about getting physical.

-Once he makes up his mind about you though, there's no turning back. You are now his and his only.

-He's not shy, taking charge swiftly and efficiently like the ARC trooper he is.

-It starts with a gentle caress of your face, and he leans in to kiss you. It's surprisingly soft, and after guaging your reaction, he pushes you until you sit on the nearest surface.

-He makes you lean back so your body is easily accessible to him. His hand feels down your chest, stomach, thigh, then back up, mapping your body as much as he can.

-He is touch starved, but that translates to him touching every inch of you. His hand is splayed out groping your biceps, shoulders, chest, and down, finally palming your very stiff cock.

-His eyes follow the burning trail his hand leaves, and every time you make a sound, he locks eyes with you momentarily.

- Echo is vocal. He will not shut up about how perfect you sound, how good you look, how you are his and his alone.

-He will smile and coo at you as soon as he frees your cock making comments like "look at how hard you are, but I've barely even touched you, sweetheart."

-When he finally releases his own length, you see he is larger than you. The girth makes your mouth water, and the way his hand strokes himself is hypnotic.

-Did I mention he is possessive? As he fucks you, he'll tell you variations of "this tight hole is mine." And "this pretty little cock belongs to me". He'll make sure you respond with a yes sir or it's all yours every time.

-Afterwards, he makes sure you are cleaned up and will check in while holding you close, continuing to map your body with his hand, only now it's tender and delicate. He will pepper light kisses across your forehead, temple, jaw, and over your lips.

-Echo is the big spoon. He likes to feel you close to his heart, and he also likes to grab your ass while cuddling, especially when he can tease you enough to start round two.

[ophelia-jones]

Multiple partners M/F/M, oral, anal, dubious consent 18+ only

Late kinktober submission.

Its a one shot, but connected to my fic 'looking in' over on ao3.

Fantasies

Paisley stretched out on the sofa, her head in Negan's lap as he smoothed her hair with those magic hands of his. She sometimes wondered if this were all just some wonderful fever dream. If it was, how far back would she find herself when she woke? Before Alexandria? Before the Saviors? Before she left England at all?

Sure, if that were the case, the world would go back to normal. No walking dead to contend with, plus The NHS, pubs, and shops would still be around. Her heart no longer ached for such things, though. The very idea of Negan being nothing more than a figment of her fevered imagination made it hard to breathe.

Bizarre as it seemed, she wouldn't want to wake up to that other world now. For all of the things she had there, it wasn't home. This, right here? This was home. Negan was home. Alexandria was home.

"What's going on in that twisted little brain of yours?" Negan asked with a soft smile as he gazed down at her with a look she would never believe was just for her. It made her feel everything all at once, and sometimes, she thought she might explode with so much emotion.

"Nothing much," she sighed contentedly.

"I don't believe that for one fucking second," he told her with a playful little smile. She loved it when he did that - murmured to her practically without moving his lips. It showed off his devilish nature so well; maybe because it was his eyes doing the talking.

"You're not getting bored of this old fucking man, are you?" He teased. Paisley knew this was no moment of self doubt but his way of drawing her into his web. He wanted her to lavish him with praise and kisses. Most likely, she thought as she flashed a twisted smile up at him, he wanted her to suck him off - since she was already down there, and all, he would say.

"Maybe," she teased, watching Negan's eyes widen with surprise.

"Really?" He said. It wasn't a question but a challenge. Paisley shrugged and feigned indifference to the subject.

"I mean, who doesn't like to order alacarte from time to time?" She couldn't suppress the giggle that her game had brought out.

"Uh-huh," Negan smacked his lips and nodded at her, arching an eyebrow. "Just what sort of thing are you thinking of ordering?"

"You want to know if I have any dirty fantasies I keep to myself?" She replied. "Sure, but that's it. A dirty mind wandering down dark alleyways and guinels that should never see the light of day. I'm sure you have plenty."

"Sweetheart, you have NO I-fucking-dea!" Negan laughed. "But we're talking about you right now. What twisted little kink soaks your panties when I'm not in them?"

"I…" Paisley paused and looked up at him, trying to guage his openness to the things she let her mind consider when she wanted to tease her own boundaries. The sort of things a person would think about but most likely never actually do.

"Come on, I'm no wilting violet, punk. Lay it on me," Negan urged.

"I might've imagined a threesome once or twice," she told him.

"That's pretty tame, Paisley - I expected some weird fucking shit. Hell, you got anyone in mind? You know me when it comes to pussy, the more the hornier."

"Sorry old man, I am just not into pink tacos. Nothing against women who are, it just doesn't do anything for me," she told Negan, reaching up to trace his jawline absent-mindededly. His eyes widened only slightly and she felt him shift his weight under her head.

"You think about taking on two cocks at once, huh?" He asked. "My, my but you do have a surprise or two left in you. How exactly do you imagine that shit would go down?"

"How do you think?" Paisley turned the tables. "What do you think it would be? I'll tell you if you're hot or if you're cold."

"Oh-ho mmmm… alright, I can play fucking ball," Negan smiled crookedly at her. He slipped one hand up along her side and under her shirt, kneading gently at one breast and rolling her nipple between his fingers. He described the way he imagined such a thing might go.

Rick has come to check on Paisley while Negan is out on recognizance and has been gone a few days. He has interrupted her shower and so she answers the door in a towel. Rick can't control himself, he's driven mad with lust and kisses Paisley ferociously, stripping her of her towel…

"Be serious!" Paisley laughed, slapping Negan lightly on his cheek.

"OK, so what was wrong with that?" He laughed sincerely. "Was it… the person? The setting? Enlighten the fuck outta me, here, punk."

"Well, I can't say Rick would be the first man I thought of," she told him lightly, grabbing his hand and guiding it down to cup her ass instead. "And it's not a cheap porno!"

"Really? Ok, I'm fucking stumped. I'm just going to keep my hands busy and my fucking mouth shut while you spell out your threesome for me," Negan told her, slipping his hand down her pants and between her legs and finding her wet and yielding.

"That's not distracting at all," Paisley moaned.

"Tell me," Negan demanded softly.

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Paisley stood, naked except for her thigh-high stockings, and admired her knotwork. Daryl could move only slightly and had no chance at all of getting loose from his bindings. The sight of his primal, rock-hard body, already naked and flexing against the ropes that bound his hands to the headboard and feet to the footboard. He was already stirring; not wanting to be excited by this but unable to help himself.

Paisley crawled onto the bed, dragging her hair along the length of his firm legs and over his now fully erect cock, then along his belly and chest, hitting him in the face with it as she tossed it back out of her face.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Negan stood there staring at the scene.

"Untie me," Daryl says quietly to her.

"Don't let me interrupt," Negan grinned; a slightly sideways smile, the one that always meant trouble. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door jamb. "I'll just wait my fucking turn for this ride."

"The fuck you will," Daryl growled, straight into against his bonds. "Paisley, untie me NOW!"

"Negan, you ass hole. You said I could have a hall pass today," Paisley griped at her husband as she freed one of Daryl's hands.

"I didn't say shit about stopping, did I? I am a man of my word! But hell, darlin', I figured the least you could do is let me watch."

Paisley glanced back and forth between the two, a smile slowly forming on her face.

"You serious about this?" Daryl growled at her.

"Could be fun," she replied.

"Come on, you know you want to give it to me by giving it to my girl," Negan taunted sitting in a chair in the corner.

"Untie me," Daryl told Paisley again. She sighed in disappointment but did as he said. She didn't want to traumatize the man, she had just wanted a little excitement. As soon. As Daryl's hands were free, they were in her hair. He pulled her head back and kissed her forcefully. She squealed in surprise but then relaxed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Soon, he pushed her down, shoulders back against the mattress and slid down her body to drape her thighs over his shoulders and begin licking and sucking at her wet, throbbing cunt as if he were devouring a sticky sweet overripe peach.

"Oh, sweet fucking heaven! Don't stop, Daryl, just… like… that!" She screamed, her hands in her hair and her back arched as she closed her thighs around his head. She came hard against his tongue and he pulled away to lie on his back before pulling her up on top and guiding her to impale herself on his rigid member. As she began to ride him hard and slow, she heard the sound of Negan undressing behind her. She shivered with excitement and anticipation as she hoped she knew what he had in mind.

Negan knelt on the bed behind her and slid one long fingers hand over the curve of her ass before tapping a finger against her asshole to test her willingness. Daryl frowned up at Negan from under Paisley but his eyes refused to stay focused for long as she pulled up until he was almost not in her at all anymore and then crashed down hard to smash herself against his entire generous cock.

"Let me know if this hurts," Negan told her softly as he slipped one finger in, slowly spreading the resistant orifice and making her feel so full she might split in two. Slowly he used his fingers to encourage her to open wider as he lubed his cock - he had barely touched her, but was hard as a rock from watching them. She froze for a moment when she felt the tip pushing in.

"OK, ok…" Negan murmured, pausing to allow her time to adjust. Inch by inch he pushed in a little further as she rocked herself against Daryl until both men were deep inside of her.

Paisley had tears in her eyes from the intensity of the feeling. Negan, on his knees behind her, grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted. He pulled her head back toward him and began to ride her now. Through the thin membrane of skin between her entrances, Negan could feel his cock against Daryl's as he took control. He was in charge now. Daryl reached up to knead Paisley's breasts as Negan built up speed until he was riding her with a deep, slow rhythm. Daryl could just lie there and let her ride him to the edge and over if he was so inclined.

But Daryl wasn't the sort to let others take the lead. Especially Negan.

He was breathing heavily, releasing those breathy gasps and grunts that always turned her on and began thrusting his hips up into her hard and fast. He held both of her wrists and she was completely and utterly under their control.

"Oh, fuck yes - sweet fucking hell… don't stop! Please don't… shit, I'm coming! I'm com… oh oh oh my God…"

"That's my dirty, dirty girl right there," Negan purred in her ear, still holding her in place by her hair. Now his free hand found her clit and pressed it down hard. The loose skin of her cunt did the moving as the men moved inside of her. Negan brought his pace up to match Daryl's rhythm. "Now do it again."

"Ohhh fuck…" Paisley murmured.

Daryl released her wrists, his hands shifting back to her breasts where he caught her nipples and pinched them between his thumbs and forefinger. He showed no restraint, instead of the gentle side of her friend this was the feral, untamed side. He twisted at them and it was like a shot of straight electricity buzzing through her body and meeting the slow flame of Negan's firm touch to cause an explosion as she came again. Her eyes were unfocused and her body growing tired and limp from the hormones being released. But they weren't done - neither wanted to be the first to finish.

"You both feel so fucking good," she breathed. It wasn't a lie but she was struggling to keep up. She could hear in the noises Negan made that he was close, and Daryl grimaced almost painfully from trying to restrain himself.

"My stubborn boys," she laughed, slightly exasperated and yet so full of love for the two of them. "Daryl…" she purred, placing her hands on his chest. Negan released his grip on her hair and she looked down into Daryl's clear blue eyes. Her hair fell all around Daryl's face and suddenly it almost felt as if they were alone.

She leaned down and kissed him gently, just a brush of her mouth against his. Her breath caressed his lips longer than her lips did, but it worked and Daryl cried out in a choked, guttural sound that any animal on the planet would recognize.

He was still gasping and panting when Negan laughed.

"Ha-haaaaa uuuh," he bit his lip and looked down to watch his thighs clap against Paisley's round ass. "My girl's something else, isn't she Daryl? Don't get too comfortable though…" He began to struggle to speak clearly as his face drew tight around his words. He licked his lips and looked over Paisley's shoulder to meet Daryl's eyes. "She's MY girl, and you're her toy. She plays with you when I say it's OK, but she's all… fucking… MINE!" He said his lips parted and his eyes closed as he came.

"Whooo!" He chuckled. "You are SOMETHING, punk!" Paisley whimpered when he pulled out and stood up. He looked down at the lovers with a wide grin as he got dressed. Paisley rolled away from Daryl and spread out on the bed feeling like a limp rag with her tired, relaxed limbs and a smile.

Daryl stood to dress quickly; he wanted to get out of this situation before it got even more awkward.

"That's it? Wham, bam, and not even a thank you ma'am?" Negan quipped, amusing himself greatly.

"Fuck off," Daryl growled.

"Just did that," Negan replied. He was still grinning like the Cheshire cat as Daryl pushed past him toward the door. Negan smacked Daryl's ass with an open palm as he walked by. "Good game."

"Listen here, you best forget this happened. Got it? And if she ever tells me, (just once!) that you hurt her? I'll cut your throat before you can make a damn excuse," Daryl said, pointing a finger in Negan's face.

"But Daryl, how am I supposed to forget our night together? Don't treat me like some sex toy. I have FEELINGS!" Negan taunted as Daryl slammed the door behind him. Negan turned his smile on Paisley. "Well, that was fun!"

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"You really are so fucking good at being bad!" Negan told her, wrinkling his nose down at her as she lay with her head in his lap on the couch. "But, why Dixon?" He shook his head.

"You have someone else in mind? And don't you dare say Michonne. She scares the fucking shit out of me!" Paisley warned. Negan replied playfully, "But you gotta admit, scary or not, Michonne is HOT. Maybe the four of us?"

"Dream on old man," Paisley said, sitting up to kiss him lightly.

"Where are you going?" He wondered aloud.

"I'm going to bed. Are you coming?" She smiled back over her shoulder at him.

"Not yet, but I'm sure you can do something about that. My dirty girl," he replied, standing, stretching, and following her to the bedroom.

[crepuscular-girlthing]

i want oral. i want a beautiful femme to finger my soft mouth while i drool all over myself. i want her to tilt her head back as she caresses my tongue and lips and guages my gag reflex with her fingers. i want to choke on girl cock.

[mrtheking]

there is nothing new under the sun. wanna put a guage through your urethra coming out the bottom? that's been done. wanna slowly work at your urethra to slowly cleave it in half safely? that's been done too. wanna tattoo sigils on your cock? sorry to say, but many people have beaten you to the punch.

it really is a travesty i don’t have a penis because id be doing shit with it that nobody on this earth has ever seen before

[kmp78]

MSG: "THE MOST ICONIC, he said"

Valery is so lucky! I hope if I spend the next several years sucking Lordy's cock that I can be VIP at a Mars show one day!! Although, seems like TikTok-ers are getting up there minus the BJ these days 🤔

Oh, but she also got lunch with mother after several more years of taking it up the ass! Meeting mother must be how I know he's truly mine! Hmm, wait. I think Thinnie got to meet her after a couple of hot tub handies...

Shit! How will I guage his adoration for me then? Maybe I'll see if he kicks me out after walking across his live stream and go from there!

Are you ok? 😑

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I know the situation is getting hot over in Ukraine. You doing okay?

I’m not Ukrainian nor live in Ukraine so I’m fine. Thank you for asking. However…

yea, situation is quite tense in all East Europe, after all there is the fucking whole pledged WAR in neighbor state, because some small cock short gremlin in cremlin decide to roleplay h!tler and people are dieing fucking RIGHT NOW in nonsens war nobody sane wanted and everyone is pissed together with part of russians who are protesting right now (risking 25years in guag.) Luckly charity kicks in, whole region sending one or another form of help and welcome refugees from Ukraine It’s like the first day we cross fingers for Ukrainians and we will see.

By the way, do you know russians took Chernobyl and are building an outpost there? There is gossip they’re going to keep prisioners of war in the fucking Zona. Also small-dick-Volodia treated “everybody who want intervening will meet with unimaginable consequences” in morning speech so yup, let’s fucking do a nuclear war pals - we’ll got a blast! 🤦‍♀️ Please give him a medicine and keep him closed.

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Pairing: Tendou Satori x Reader

Warning(s): None

Authors Note: Reposted.

"You like me? Like, like-like me?" Tendou looked almost horrified at the prospect, eyes wide as he tried to guage your honesty.

It would have been easier to say no -- to brush it off as a misunderstanding, because he'd been eavesdropping like the nosy little bastard he was.

But this was your chance. Probably the only one you'd ever get; your best friend had made a hasty retreat the moment he spoke, leaving the two of you with an uncomfortable audience due to his loud question.

"Yes." You managed to squeak it out, despite the fact that you knew damn well what that would mean for your social standing.

Because he was the guess monster.

Because everyone who used to look down on him hadn't quite forgotten their shitty opinions of him, despite his performance on the volleyball team.

"Why?" And he sounded so baffled. Almost like he couldn't comprehend the idea of someone actually liking him just like he was.

"You make me laugh." It sounded shallow the moment it left your mouth, but you'd never been one for public speaking, and it wasn't like anyone was being subtle about watching the scene unfold.

"Shouldn't you all be heading to class, or something?" The almost hysterical outburst seemed to snap most people out of their trance-like state and they scattered, leaving you in a significantly less awkward position.

"Your funny, and we share a lot of interests, and I like spending time around you, okay? It's not-- it's not weird or anything to just like someone, Tendou." He cocked his head, seeming to give your words some thought.

"I like you too, then, I guess." His teasing smirk set off butterflies in your stomach, but you couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside his head.

"Don't we have class?" A slender finger pressed to his chin as he pretended to think, and you couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh as you grabbed it and dragged him along with you.

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"Noxus." Aatrox said, no doubt butchering the blunt syllables of the language. He cocked his head to the side slightly, before holding a hand out at about neck height to himself. "Small man, used a big axe, yelled about wolves inside him. Sound familiar?" He asked, trying to guage memory.

"I pay no attention to the politics of men." he said dismissively. "Many empires have had their claws in many lands, but the Sword remains constant throughout." He continued, trying to wipe the fact that apparently he'd not been aware of an entire continent full of killers before now, mind racing to try and work out exactly who this girl could mean. Surely not the ones Aatrox had dismissed as the redclad? They were insane, they surely couldn't build an empire on ideas of murder makes right... right?

Perched on a stump, it could be seen that the fighter was sharpening a blade that clearly wasnt her own. Aside from the sound of stone grinding on metal, there was a silence in the camp, one that she had become accustomed to over the months. Outside of training sessions and other forms of tutilege, they left each other to their own devices. Idle chatter wasn't exactly expected, nor entertained most of the time, but a question had been simmering in the back of her mind. One that could make an exception to this expectation.

Her strokes slowed before she laid the sharpening stone beside her, inspecting the blade's edge for any signs of wear, and once satisfied, she returned it to its sheathe, pausing before her eyes flitted to her tutor.

'Sir...do you have a moment?' Her words were quiet, unsure how to break the silence and grimmacing when she did so.

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For Writer Wednesday 15/9/21. 1121 words. Set in the Duality universe. Smut and fluff all the way. Established relationship. 18+ only! No beta.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader.

@autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape thank you for all the work you put into Writer Wednesday, as always!

You Come Here Often?

"Hi there." In this moment, you could do little more than turn and smile. He was incredibly good looking. Dark wavy hair, beautiful brown eyes, a hint of stubble around his jaw and framing his upper lip which was a perfect Cupid's bow. His leather jacket creaked around his shoulders as he sat himself on the tall stool beside you at the bar of the little diner you had decided to try out.

"So...you come here often?" he ventured.

You tried not to dissolve into giggles. "I think my accent would say probably not."

"Ohhh, a Brit. Let me guess...London?"

"You are correct," you affirmed, raising an appreciative eyebrow at him. "You spend a lot of time over there?"

"I have been known to go there for work on occasion, yes. I love it. Lots to keep you...entertained." He cocked his own eyebrow at you on the last word, the rich bass of his voice low and sinful and full of suggestion. "So...what brings you to this little corner of California?" he continued in a more normal tone.

"I'm actually on my honeymoon," you replied, with a smile.

"Ohhh," he exclaimed again, more softly this time. "I did notice the ring. It's beautiful." He leaned forward into your space, one hand on the back of your stool. "Like you," he flirted outrageously, and you couldn't contain the smile that grew, no matter how hard you bit your lower lip, nor could you stop the blush you felt heating your cheeks. "Your husband is a lucky man."

"You're very charming," you replied. "And sweet. And I can't say you're bad looking yourself. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Uh-uh sweetheart. This is on me. What can I get you?"

"Actually, I think I'd like a strawberry sundae."

"Whatever you want, honey," he promised, flashing that gorgeously disarming smile at you again before he gave the order to the staff behind the counter.

"So what is it you do for work?" you queried, twisting a lock of hair around your finger.

He leaned in close to you again. "You have to promise not to tell."

"Intriguing. I promise, I won't tell."

He came even closer, his soft breath stirring the wisps of hair near your ears and tickling you. "I'm a spy."

Your jaw dropped in an exaggerated expression of shock as you drew back to face him. "Is it like the movies? All those affairs? All those guns? All those cocktails?" you asked in a quiet voice.

He gave a half smile before holding up his hand so you could see the wedding band on his own finger. "Not so many affairs these days but uh...I mean there's always the possibility...when you meet someone truly special..." His hand moved from the back of your stool to brush lightly against your upper back and arm. Even that small contact made you shiver in your seat. "You want me to touch you, baby?" he drawled, whispering in your ear once more.

Before you could reply, your sundae was placed on the counter in front of you - a beautiful tower of delicious pink and red and white. You caught the amused expression of the waitress at your overheard flirtations before she moved on to the next customer. "Maybe I do," you answered as you picked up a cream covered strawberry. You flicked your tongue out to lick it before slowly tracing it around the inside of your lips, looking up at the man next to you to guage his reaction. His beautiful lips were parted, his eyes fixed on your mouth and somehow darker than you remembered them. The denim crotch of his jeans was definitely tighter than before.

"Your mouth is so damn pretty," he murmured as you dipped the strawberry in the cream and sucked on it again.

"I think that maybe you want me to touch you," you breathed. "Would you like that? To use my mouth any way you wanted?" You pouted at him before licking your lips of a stray bit of cream that was on them.

"You don't even wanna know my name first?" he asked in surprise. You brushed your index finger softly over his lips and shook your head.

"No names," you insisted. "Not tonight."

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"Marcus...fuck Marcus," you whined in his ear. He raised his head so his cheek rubbed against your jaw, coming to drag his lips sloppily over yours. The creak of his leather jacket and the lewd sound of your wetness around him as he pounded into you mercilessly mixed with the breathiness of his name falling from your lips.

"Fuck, baby, you gotta be quiet," he murmured, his own voice tremulous with the force of his thrusts. "We don't want them to catch us, right?" The cheekiness of his smile and the deftness of his hand at your clit finally shoved you over the precipice of your orgasm, and your cunt clenched around his length as you buried your moans into the beautiful softness of the crook of his neck. "That's it, honey. Fuck. You're so beautiful. I love you so much," he whispered tenderly, before clinging on to your waist and somehow driving you even further up the bathroom wall he was fucking you against. One big hand came to your thigh and raised it ever so slightly, punching against something even further inside, making your eyes roll back in your head and your legs clench around his hips even tighter, drawing him in closer, deeper, more fully.

"I t-thought you w-wanted my m-mouth," you breathed against his forehead as he resumed his punishing pace.

"Always, baby. Later. Right now I need you here, like this. F-fuck. Fuck honey, I'm going to-" You caught his confession in your mouth along with the moans that accompanied his stuttering thrusts inside of you and the warm flood of him within. He ground himself up into you and held you both there, suspended in the beautiful afterglow.

He brushed his nose against yours and you both giggled breathlessly. "Do you think I can still eat my sundae?" you quipped.

"I think we should probably make a quick getaway to be honest," Marcus joked. He nuzzled you again before kissing you softly. "Besides, I want to get you back to the hotel, Mrs Pike. How about I buy you strawberries and cream on the way?"

"Now there's an invitation I can't refuse. Maybe we could have another "random" encounter at the hotel bar too."

"Maybe this time you'll stick to the no name rule," he smiled. And suddenly his voice grew deep and dark with lust and longing again. "Or maybe," he whispered, "I'll make you scream it louder."

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bro that ask was so good aside from the daddy part but could you actually write that? grayson stretching it out sounds super hot

“It’s been a while.”

It comes out rushed and breathless, partly from nerves and embarrassment and partly from the way he’s nearly made you lose your speaking abilities by the way he’s been kissing you. The deep kind of kisses where tongues clash and you’re both breathing out hard through your noses, hands grabbing at exposed skin wherever they can. Your legs are wrapped tightly around his hips, pulling them down so your centers meet; the sensation of the unmistakable hardness grinding into the wet heat through your thin shorts is both pleasurable but also maddeningly unsatisfying.

But you can see where this is going — where you want it to go. The two of you have done things already, but never all the way. And you just feel like you should let him know, in case of...whatever. What if you’ve lost your touch for riding? What if it takes you too long to get into it and things get awkward?

And what if that generously sized dick of his that you’ve reveled having in your mouth and hand many times recently, just wont quite fit in any other orifice right now?

Grayson sits back a little and cocks a brow curiously. You let him run his hand up your belly, squeeze a tit through your bra, and finally come to a stop on your cheek. He uses his thumb to tug your lower lip out of your teeth, which had been chewing it anxiously.

“How long?” he asks, a slight air of amusement in his low, raspy tone. It makes you relax a little to see that he clearly doesn’t care, but you still feel the need to be a little coy.

“I said a while,” you answer, clutching at his forearm with both hands and ducking your head the slightest bit to slip his lingering thumb between your kiss-swollen lips.

You suck on it slowly, and in the dim light of the bedside lamp you actually see his eyes lose their green, turning a sensual chocolate brown instead. Grayson shakes his head a little and presses his digit a little further in your mouth, which you welcome with a tiny hum of pleasure as you curl your tongue around it and suck with more force.

“Hm. Well how long is a while?”

Your deadpan look does the talking for you, with your mouth otherwise occupied. Grayson chuckles and pulls his thumb out, swiping the strings of saliva that come with it back onto your lips before ducking down swiftly to kiss you with more passion than you anticipated. It’s not unwelcome in the slightest, though, and you cup his cheeks to keep him close, pretty sure in that moment you’d be happy if his mouth could stay glued to yours forever.

Grayson ruins that thought, however, by trailing his lips to your cheek, across your jaw, down your neck. “Doesn’t matter to me, baby, as long as you’re okay,” he mumbles into your collarbone. “We’ll go slow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sigh happily, nerves assuaged and leaving you ready to just enjoy every part of him.

It only takes about a minute for you both to finish undressing. Grayson reaches behind you and unhooks your bra with an effortless dexterity that admittedly makes you flush. You push at the waistband of his boxer briefs with the soles of your feet while he sits up on his knees to whip his shirt over his head, and once he’s naked he gets you there with him by tugging off your soft shorts.

His hands grip your knees and push out, exposing your wet slit to the cool air of his bedroom. Your eyes meet his, and he gives you a devilishly charming little smirk that you know is a direct response to the evidence of how much he turns you on.

You gasp when his fingertips trail lightly over your lower lips, neglecting your clit and going straight for your center. You hike up onto your elbows so you can watch him play with you. He touches you like he’s exploring your pussy for the first time, even though the number of times he’s done this has to be in the dozens by now.

“At least we know we don’t have to worry about lube,” he says, holding up his hand with another cocky grin. His fingertips glisten in the light with your arousal, and you flush lightly as you reach out to take his hand and put it back on your aching pussy.

“Think you can make her wetter?” you challenge, manipulating his fingers against you so it’s like you’re both working you over at the same time. It makes your own lips turn up at the corners to see the way your direct challenge makes his dick bob in the air. “Need you to get me soaked, baby, remember?”

Grayson nods stupidly, transfixed by your words and the sight and feel of you beneath him. He swipes his fingers through your pussy lips one more time, sucks them quickly into his mouth with a quiet grunt, then finally lights upon your clit when he returns them to your center.

You gasp and toss your head back instinctively, hips grinding into his touch at once. You’re sensitive and he knows that you prefer steady, slower circles to build you up rather than any quick motions.

But he doesn’t stay there long, to your slight disappointment, and when you’re practically leaking onto the sheets below, he slips his fingers down to your hole so he can ease just the middle one inside at first. His head dips down to your chest and he plants a big hand by your pillow to support himself above you as he sucks a nipple into his mouth while he adds his ring finger.

Grayson grins against your breast when you let out a pretty moan at the way he curls his fingers inside you. He’s not pumping them really, just letting you adjust to having space taken up inside you. This is nothing knew; he’s fingered you plenty of times, but it still feels amazing. Especially when he simultaneously switches nipples, leaving the wet one exposed to the air, and adds his thumb to the mix as he finally does start moving his digits in and out some.

“Fuck, that feels fucking good,” you whimper, clutching his head to your chest by threading your fingers through his thick, sweat-damp hair.

Grayson looks up at you with his mouth still suctioned around your nipple, his eyes dark and making him look sinfully handsome. He smiles when you clench around his fingers involuntarily, brought on purely by the way he stares at you like you’re the sexiest thing he’s ever seen mixed with that contagious self confidence he has.

“Yeah, you like that?” he says, his voice vibrating against the sensitive peak of your nipple. You nod quickly, and feel his hand shift a little down below. “One more, baby. Gotta stretch you out for me, huh?”

You moan and nod again, eyes locked with his as he slips that third finger inside you carefully, watching your face to guage your reaction to any pain. He only finds bliss, though, when you overcome the initial pinch and let yourself be filled to the fullest you have in...

A while.

By the time he starts moving all of those thick, wonderful fingers inside you together, you’re starting to get desperate for his dick. Not only has it been completely neglected by the way he insisted on taking care of you — preparing you — but you can’t wait to find out how he uses it.

“Gray, please,” you groan, hands clutching at his broad, muscled shoulders. “Fuck me.”

Grayson lets out a little squeaky grunt of excitement before slipping his fingers out of you slowly. “You sure you’re ready?”

“Yeah.” He starts to lean off to the side of the bed to open his bedside drawer, but you can’t resist reaching down and wrap your hand around him. You watch his face for the expressions of surprise and pleasure he lets cross it, caught off guard by your wandering hand.

He indulges for a few moments, then pushes your hand away with an almost resentful groan as he finishes his quest of retrieving a condom. “You’re so tight, baby, I don’t need any more chances of busting sooner than I should.”

Your hands wrap around his back when he returns to you, and you watch him fondly as he rips the package open with his teeth before rolling it onto himself. You open your legs and bite your lip again. “It’s okay. Just wanna feel you inside me.”

Grayson uses some of the copious slick coming out of your pussy to lube himself up, then he lowers himself onto his elbows so he can both reach your mouth with his and place the head of his dick at your entrance.

“Do it,” you encourage, lips slipping against his as you speak. Grayson moans and obeys. He pushes forward enough for the tip to pop in, then rears back some to withdraw and push in a little more on the next thrust.

He’s going slow for your benefit, but by the time he’s managed to get completely inside you can’t help but think it was for his own as well. Your pussy is swallowing him, hot and wet even through the condom as it pulses around him. The fit is tight, as you expected, but the burn is already starting to fade, and the urge to fuck yourself on him is about to become uncontrollable if he doesn’t start moving in the next three seconds.

“Grayson,” you plead in just the one word, but he more than understands it’s bigger connotations. With a growl that comes from deep in his chest, he gets to work, even if it is still slow.

Slow, steady, just how he already knows you like it.

“You okay?” he wonders quietly. Experience is the best teacher, and with a lot of that under his belt, Grayson can tell by the way your eyes roll back and the death grip your nails are digging into his bulging triceps that you’re more than okay.

It’s sweet of him to check, though, and it just makes you want him to give it to you for real now.

You spread your legs wide around his hips and drag your nails down his back, one of your hands settling on his ass and pushing some. “More, baby. Harder, I fuckin want it.”

“Mm, you want my dick, sweetheart?” The octane of his voice has raised some, but it’s still laced with pure sex, and it makes you shiver.

Which makes your pussy tighten around him even more, and Grayson sits up and cups his palms behind your knees so that they’re held steady in his firm grip against the mattress. “You gonna fuckin take me good?”

If you were going to answer with words, any chance of that happening is gone as soon as he starts flicking his hips into yours with the faster — but still steady — rhythm you had been craving. You’re already wound up tight from how well he worked you over earlier. You close your eyes and bask in it, in the sensation of getting fucked so incredibly well. You’re not disappointed in his stroke game, to say the least.

He says your name, and when you open your eyes he wraps one of your legs around his waist and pushes the other one higher up towards your chest. The angle and the depth is fantastic, and you’re enraptured by how ridiculously sexy he is. With a full view of that chiseled torso glistening with sweat, the muscles there clenching and flexing as he fucks you at just the right pace still, you find yourself incredibly close to the edge already.

“Oooh, fuck,” you moan, eyes locked on his concentrated face as you soak in all the goodness he’s making you feel. “Shit, like that — like that, yeah!”

“Such a good pussy,” Grayson growls, which slides into a moan when you drop a hand down to run you own clit. His eyes trail up your body, lingering on your bouncing tits before settling on your blissed-our face. “Wanna feel it cum all over my dick.”

He takes it upon himself to knock your hand out of the way to replace your more delicate fingers on your clit with his rougher ones, and with only a few swipes against the swollen nub, you’re clamping down on him like a vice as your orgasm rips through you.

You vaguely hear yourself calling out his name, but your ears are rushing with white noise. You don’t hear the sweet nothings he whispers into your ear either, even with how he’s folded over you now and working you through it with gentle pets still to your clit while he stays nicely inside you.

You don’t know how long it takes, but as you start to come down, a personal conviction suddenly enters your lust-fogged mind as you push back on his chest lightly. Grayson looks a little confused but obeys your silent command, only for his face to morph into an excited little grin when you push him onto his back.

“Yeah?”

You nod and smile back as you straddle his waist slowly. You feel warm and sexy and like you could do anything you wanted, even though your muscles are already tired and your eyes sting a little with the urge to cuddle up with him and sleep.

And you really want to make him cum. You. Like this. So you plant one palm on his solid chest, reaching down to guide him back inside you as you sink down on his cock.

It’s Grayson’s turn for his head to hit the pillow. “Fuck,” he whispers, tucking his chin to his chest some so he can watch you swivel your hips on his.

You smile wider and move your hands down to his abs, using their solid base as a support for you to rock back and forth on him until you find what he seems to like best. You don’t have it in you strength wise to squat over him, but Grayson is far from complaining as he gets an up-close view at the way your tits sway and jiggle above him, the way your pussy grips him so tight and sweet.

And you get an unimpeded view of what his handsome face looks like as he finally cums — jaw slack, guttural moans escaping his puffy pink lips, muscles clenching as he shoots into the condom. He’s always beautiful when he orgasms, but there’s something special about how he looks under you, inside of you. You’re thoroughly spent physically and emotionally by the time you slide off him and sidle up to him to lay on his chest with a leg hooked over one of his.

“I was worried I’d forgotten how to do that,” you admit jokingly, pressing a kiss to his pec and feeling his heart race beneath your lips. “Could you tell I was a little rusty?”

His fingers reach up lazily to play with your hair and he hums. “Baby, if that’s you when you’re rusty, I think you might kill me when we start doing this every day.”

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