Oh Right Some Starnet Doods From Yesterday

.𖥔 inspired by this tiktok⋆.˚.ᐟ‿୨♡୧‿ MDNI

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who is immediately nose deep in your pussy the moment you ask him to eat you out.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who fervently devours you with tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso whose whimpers and whines are purely because he feels so pathetic that he’s about to cum while slurping on your cunt.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso that begs you so prettily to let him dig his lanky cock inside you.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who now has you in a mating press on your back, frantically pounding your sloppy cunt as snot runs from his nose.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who, in tears, apologizes mid-thrust for fucking you so hard and not being able to stop. He can’t help himself and wants to please you so badly. He just feels so damn good.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry-fuck!-s-sorry, sorry, baby~ F-feels so gooooood~”.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who sniffles and tells you to ask him where to cum. He’s really hoping you ask him to cum inside you.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso that brings himself together enough to pull out of you and nut on your face as you asked.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who is about to get hard again once you ask him to kiss you with his cum on your face.

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The Twelve Kingdoms+text posts Part 4

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funny lil virgin hcs for izuku midoriya

contains: nsfw, virgins, aftercare

warnings:nsfw, virgin, uhh slight mention of pain? tell me if i missed anything

minors dni

-midoriya insists that you get on top, so you can set the pace of everything. he places his hands shakily on your hips, careful not to put any weight or pressure on you.

-midoriya is so gentle with you the first time. hes heard itd be painful for you and is terrified to hurt you. hes so scared he barely moves for the first few minutes, even though its eating him alive trying to stay still for you to adjust.

-midoriya is loud, very loud and you love it. all the lil gasps and groans drive you crazy, and make you that much louder as well. the two of you sing together with your moans and heavy breathing.

-midoriya is very nervous he won't be able to please you as well as you please him. hes heard the stories of people not finishing due to the partner's lack of action. he asks, softly, to touch your chest, and fiddle with your nipples and you happily allow him to.

-midoriya knows he wont last long, especially not with you. his rhythm stutters and hips pathetically jerk towards your warmth. he fights as much as he can to last, for you, but once you see the way his eyebrows are knit together, and the concentration on his face, youre all but begging him to finish for you.

-midoriya comes undone loudly. youre sure the whole apartment can hear him. and you love it, youre obsessed with the sound. he, however, is embarrassed beyond belief, hiding his face in his hands.

-midoriya had read up on aftercare extensively. as soon as hes rested enough and recovered, hes up getting you water and a warm blanket. he cacoons the two of you together in bed, putting on a cute movie to enjoy together and presses a kiss to your forehead, telling you how much you mean to him.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀♡ . ˚◞ miguel needs a stress ball (mdni) .ᐟ

stress.

miguel is always under a lot of stress.

of course he is. as leader of a society of super beings and in charge of maintaining infinite amounts of universes, that’s a bomb load of stress.

you, his assistant, have witnessed it all and you can’t do anything about it. the man is stubborn as hell and refuses any advice given to him. lyla has tried many times and it always ends the same.

absolute refusal.

you understand the stress he’s undergoing. although you’re not a spiderperson yourself but being in charge of literally every fucking reality is stressful.

you and miguel have an interesting relationship. if you would consider it a relationship. you’re not exactly friends but he’s comfortable enough to talk you about things he doesn’t talk about with others.

“chingada madre…”

oh you know that phrase by heart now. there’s never a day when miguel says that famous phrase.

stepping foot into his office, you walk over to him since his desk wasn’t levitating. usually he does to avoid anyone but you informed him of your arrival.

“what happened this time?” your voice was so monotone, unimpressed actually.

“another peter parker almost caused a canon disturbance.” oh he sounds really pissed off. the audible irritation in his voice.

“yikes.” much not enthusiasm.

you approach closer towards him. his broad back to you, head lowered. it’s obvious he’s pinching the bridge of his nose. you know him too well.

“i swear— sometimes i regret recruiting certain people.” miguel grumbles.

“the glories of being leader, huh?” you snort.

“cállete.” he shoots a side glare at you.

“you need to chill, man.”

“you think i’m capable to chill?” he scowls.

you shrug, unaffected by his pissed off attitude. “maybe, if you’d listen to lyla about relaxing.”

miguel scoffs, rolling his eyes. “i can’t relax, tonta. i can’t with all this shit on my shoulders.” he plants his hands flat on the desk, staring at the screens.

you roll your eyes too. this dude really needs to relax, even for 5 minutes before he erupts like a volcano. then suddenly, an imaginary light bulb on your head lights up. an idea, a very interesting idea.

“you need a stress reliever.”

you get a side-eye from him. “no, i don’t.”

“que si, tonto. you need to relieve all that stress.”

miguel turns his head to the side, looking at you. “yeah, con que?” he asked curtly.

you ponder for a moment. then, another light bulb lights up. “you need a stress ball.”

oh now you peaked his interest. one thick brow raised in curiosity. “a stress ball?”

“yes.” you nod nonchalantly.

“what kind of stress ball?” he pushed further.

a mischievous smirk forms on your face as you push up your chest. folding your arms over to put emphasis on it, hoping he gets the message.

his brows furrowed in confusion. miguel studies your face then noticed your strange posture. mahogany eyes land on your emphasized chest. thanks to your slightly low cut blouse, there’s a sneak peek of your cleavage. his eyes widen in shock.

“¿estas loca?” he sounds utterly in disbelief. face feeing hot, cheeks burning.

“maybe but it’s an option.” you smirk.

miguel is utterly speechless. heart pounding in his rib cage. cheeks practically burning. you literally just offered your boobs as stress balls for him. how the fuck is he gonna comprehend that? his personal assistant, someone he secretly cares about and has unsure feelings for, is offering her boobs to him.

“this- this isn’t right. we- i shouldn’t.” he stutters, averting your gaze due to shyness.

you roll your eyes. “oh come on, miguel. it’s just a one time thing. i’m offering you a method to help you relieve stress. it’s not like we’re committing a crime.”

“no but it feels like one! you can’t just offer your body to someone as a stress reliever!”

“consider it as a trade. you get a stress reliever and i get a titty message. besides they’ve been achy.”

miguel stares at you completely dumbfounded. eyes wide and mouth hung open. he turns away for a moment to think about this crazy trade. he really shouldn’t accept because he doesn’t want to use your body for his own benefit. it feels wrong, no it is wrong. you’re his assistant, not his lover.

now he’s stressed out about this.

are you really okay with this? offering him to use you? you said it’s a one time thing. just do it and get it over with. it shouldn’t be so bad, right?

with a heavy sigh, he turns around but doesn’t meet your gaze. “fine. just this once.” he points a finger.

“told you.” you snicker and he groans. “now be a good boy and sit on the chair.”

his eyes widen at the pet name. he can’t deny his cock twitching in his suit at that. left completely speechless, miguel obeys and sits down. with a smirk on your face, you walk over to him. his heart raced in chest, pounding like crazy in anticipation. cheeks burning up as you get closer. you silently sit in his lap without warning, straddling him.

oh fuck. his eyes shoot wide open and cock twitches. unlike miguel, you seem normal about it. that same smirk on your face. your hands remain in your lap.

“well… go on.” you encourage him.

how the fuck can he go on? you’re literally sitting on his lap and face merely inches apart. he fights the biggest urge to grab your waist.

his eyes glance down at your chest. the baby pink blouse concealing the stress balls awaiting him. “are you sure about this?” he asked hesitantly.

“yes, i’m sure. you need a stress ball, or should say stress balls.” you chuckle.

miguel still finds it unbelievable this is happening. “should i uh… should i take… it off?” his eyes glance towards your blouse.

“yeah, just don’t rip it off.”

sallowing a big gulp, shaky hands reach up towards the top button of your blouse. miguel slowly unbuttons each one, still a nervous reck. each undone button, he catches a snippet of your breasts. his breath gets caught in his throat when he fully unbuttons your blouse, your bra revealed to him.

he bites back a groan seeing how the cups of your bra hug your breasts graciously. your cleavage presented like a gift to him. fuck he feels himself growing hard. those shaky hands slowly reach towards your breasts. your eyes follow them, anticipation flowing through your veins. both of you sigh as his hands touch your breasts. only a light touch of his skin and your heart goes berserk.

his hands are so big, one tit fits one palm so perfectly. in fact, they’re way bigger than your breasts. they cover them entirely, your chest. he gently cups them, making you inhale sharply. his cock twitches at the feeling of your tits in his hands. very slowly, miguel gives them a light squeeze. you exhale softly, lashes fluttering. he then starts kneading very slowly and gently. relishing the squishiness in his palms.

he feels relaxed suddenly. perhaps it is working. miguel is so mesmerized he starts applying a bit of pressure, kneading and squeezing them more. you fight back whimpers and moans. fuck his hands feel so good. he noticed your slightly trembling form and that tells him you’re enjoying this too.

desperate to hear those noises, miguel kneads your tits with more pressure. now playing with them for his pleasure. considered he’s relaxed and the stress fade away. you couldn’t prevent a soft moan falling from your lips when miguel pushes your breasts together and give them a firm squeeze. your back arched instinctively, leaning into his touch. you can feel yourself growing wet, panties damped.

that eggs miguel on. the sweet sound going straight to his cock. his hands continued playing with your soft tits. watching the round fat move in his palms makes him salivate, licking his lips in hunger. giving into temptation, miguel buried his face in your cleavage, in the valley of your breasts and plants hot open-mouth kisses on the soft skin.

another moans spills from your lips. your hands land in his hair, fingers digging into his brown curls. the mixture of his lips and hands on your breasts makes your mind hazy. reaching the state of pleasure.

“miguel~” you moan as you feel his tongue sliding over the round surface of your breast. eyes rolled back in your head and back arched as you grind against his raging erection.

he hums contently as he continues his affectionate attack on your delicate tits. oh yeah the stress is long gone and replaced with pleasure and desire. his hips rolls into yours as you both grind against each other like horny teenagers. so crazy but feels so good.

feeling utterly satisfied, miguel moves away from your breasts and leans back against the chair. his hands come down to your waist, holding you still. your pants echo in the room. both flushed faces and cores burning with want and desire.

“so… you stress relieved?” you ask breathlessly, lashes fluttering and chest heaving.

“yeah… but there’s something else that’s need relief.”

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Pervert!Midoriya

final / pt.3

pt.1 pt.2

WARNING !! : Virginity loss, mean!reader, blowjobs, PiV unprotected, slight dick desc, cum swallowing, cowgirl position, swearing. Lemme know if I missed anything!

Summary : When your grades drop extremely low and leave you with a bad reputation, you decide it's up to that stupid dork Izuku to tutor you. Oh, a maybe ruin his virginity too.

A/N : A long ass wait, I hope you'll forgive me! (＾ｰ^) Love you all, and happy late New Years!!!

Never in a million years would Midoriya ever think that this day would come.

The day when you came to him after class and shoved your paper in his face with a big fat 'F' in the corner, ranting on and on about how much your reputation is at risk when you are getting shitty scores on tests and practically failing every exam.

It seems to go on for about another 30 minutes until you look him in the eyes and tell him not ask, tell him, "You're gonna tutor me so all of my hard work doesn't go for nothing, loser."

He remembers how sharp your eyes were that day when you pressed your pointer finger against his chest and made him swear on how he wouldn't let you fail. Claiming you'd make his life even more of a shit show if he let you down.

So of course, he's frantically nodding as he swears he would never let that happen! Sure, you two have had your differences, but maybe this could fix the relationship you and him had. And if not, he's just glad you're willing to let him keep the already toxic bond you share and not make it any worse.

Ultimately, you both end up at his house, sitting on his strangely clean floor as he explains how each problem is somehow related the next in the most complicated way possible. It twists your brain just right in some inhumanly fashion that you haven't experienced since you actually cared for your education.

One stupid math problem leads to another, and you quickly find yourself getting bored. Your eyes linger on to his pretty pink lips as he blabbers on about some random subject you don't bother to listen to. Each word that leaves his mouth has you a little more fixated on him. It especially leaves you in a trance when he presses his lips together nervously, catching your obvious stare and wondering if he'd done something wrong.

"Is... everything okay?" he speaks up, the hesitation in his voice so obviously showing. You can't help but roll your eyes and snatch the sheet of paper out of his hands, already tired of supposed tutoring. "This is boring!" you slam the paper on the floor, which Midoriya pathetically flinches at. "You can barely get a sentence out without stuttering or avoiding eye contact! Have you even talked to women outside of me?"

He doesn't know why, but your words hit him harder than usual. Sure, he's never been the luckiest with women, let alone have a relationship above friends... but he could if he wanted to! He's doesn't know the lines of unattractive or attractive, but he knows he isn't ugly enough for girls to not even look at him.

It takes him a few seconds of silence to reply, debating on a good comeback. "I-I have... There's plenty of females who I talk to." Even with a lie as obvious as that, he doesn't expect you to burst out into laughter, hands clutching at your stomach as you wheeze and gasp for air.

Sweat beads form on his forehead, and his face goes red with embarrassment. He watches in humiliation as you try and settle yourself down, somehow becoming infatuated with the way yours crinkle with joy, and the way your teeth show brightly to light up your face. Suddenly, he feels his body temperature spiking up, warm from how flushed he is.

Once you finally calm down, your eyes flicker back up to him. He's watching you intently, fingers fidgeting with themselves as he waits for your next word. You find it amusing, really, with how patient he manages to remain with you even after all the tormenting things you do to him. Maybe— just this once... you can be a little more appreciative of his kindness.

Slowly, you pick yourself up from your sitting position and get on all fours to crawl to him. His eyes go wide and he bites his bottom lip, and you can tell he's anticipating what's about to happen. "Y'know.." you begin, "I'd be willing to show you what a woman does when she likes a man."

Midoriyas jaw drops open as you get closer to him. His brain goes mushy when he can feel your warm breath tickle his skin, reminding him just how close you are. His breathing gets heavier, and he swallows down his nervousness.

It suddenly feels like the worlds going to stop on him in any moment when your hand inches towards the layer of fabric above his leg. "What do you m-mean?" But you know he isn't dumb. It's clear he understands your intentions since you've seen the shit he writes and reads about. Who knows what he's watching behind closed doors.

"We're gonna fuck. Or do you not want to?" You state it so bluntly, Midoriya thinks you've gone crazy. Its always been you teasing or making fun him, putting him down and setting a clear boundary between you two. Now here you are, claiming you want to have sex with him!

His eyes shoot down to your hand and then back up to meet yours. Panicking, he decides on blurting out whatever he can think of. "I never said that! It's just that well you caught me off guard and I've never done this sort of thing so–"

"Shut up before I change my mind!" you cut his nervous rambling off irritably. Silencing, he nods his head slowly, afraid of screwing this up any further. He's only seen what happens in the stupid pornos he watches, so he hesitates on what to do. But when he catches a glimpse of your impatient face, he mutters a quiet "sorry" for the wait and quickly tackles his fingers with his waist band to push it off his hips.

And when he does, you eyes widen at the sight of his boner, not expecting him to be as big as he was. It twitches under the thin material of his boxers as you hungrily stare, begging to be freed from its confinement. You don't waste any time, reaching to pull down the front of the fabric. His meaty cock springs up and bounces with release, making you ogle at the sight.

Despite not being a mathematician, you estimate a total length of 5.7 inches and a girth a little below half of that. Long and angry veins lead up to his blushed red tip, which already leaks pre-cum. A small patch of green hair covers below the base, matching the messy patch he has on his head. Naturally, a pool of saliva pools in your mouth as you take in the sight before you.

Midoriya watches you keenly as you admire his length, blushing when you look back up at him. "So this is what you've been hiding from me, huh?" you tease, and he waves his hand in front of his face as he rapidly shakes his head, sputtering out whatever he can to deny or defend your accusation.

While he isn't paying attention to what's happening below him, you lean down to place the flat of your tongue on his tip. Almost instantly, he lets out an unexpected whine and bucks his hips forward, pushing more than just the tip past your lips. The heat of your mouth, overwhelming him, quickly sends him off the edge. Pathetically enough, he might not last as long as he thought he would.

You smirk to yourself at his reaction and press forward, placing your hands on his thighs as you swallow him whole. Your wet mouth coats his dick easily, making it easier to take him. A slutty moan echoes throughout the room, and he quickly slams his own hand against his mouth. His panting escalates through the muffles past his fingers as you bring your head up and down on his cock. Your tongue drags along his base from each bob of your head, memorizing the veins that decorate it.

His hand falls from his mouth and finds its place in the roots of your hair, tangling it between his fingers. "Shit— feels s-so– good!" he whimpers, grinding his hips to the rhythm of your bobbing. The gagging sounds you make when his tip hits the back of your throat makes warmth rush to his face. He swears he's never felt anything better than this.

The hand that's taken place in your hair tightens, and he lets his mouth fall open, only shaky moans and cries leaving him. He finds it incredible how you haven't come up for air yet, only breathing through your nose like a professional. And the way you take his whole cock like it's nothing proves his point.

It isn't long before he can feel himself about to cum, lengthy moans slipping out as he grinds lazily into your mouth. You take notice of this, sloppily finishing him off and picking up the pace in which you take him. "I'm gonna— fuck!" He pushes your head down to where your nose brushes his pubes, ramming his cock deep enough to knock past your uvula. His eyes close tightly as his warm cum washes into your mouth, clenching his teeth roughly together.

Once his fingers untangle from the crown of your head, you quickly swallow his cum and push yourself up to breath. As soon as you're able to sit up, you gasp and take in as much air through your lungs as you can. "How the hell do you–" cough "cum so much.." You complain, shooting him a glare. Midoriya is practically passed out, leaning back with his cock slapped against his abs as he pants tiredly.

" 'M sorry," He whines, peaking one eye open to look at you. Even with droplets of his cum on your face and now messed up hair, he still thinks you look breathtakingly gorgeous. "It just felt so good and I couldn't help myself. Are you... o-okay?"

Scoffing at his worries, you push a loose piece of hair behind your ear and rest your eyes for a moment. "Fine. At least you gave me somewhat of a warning." And he might be overly exhausted from the earth shattering orgasm he just had, but he swears he can see a small tint of blush form on your cheeks. The thought of you having somewhat of an attraction to him makes his stomach go weak. Can such a thing really happen?

When he goes to close his eyes again and take a breath, he hears you stand up and begin removing something from your body. His eyes open up out of curiosity and he's met with you removing your pants and underwear. "W-wait, I thought we were done—" he pauses when he catches sight of your pretty pussy, slowly being revealed as you strip free from your panties.

Heat rushes to his face again as you walk back over to him and sit yourself down with two knees outside of his legs. He doesn't even notice his cock spring back up to life as his eyes take you in. "I said I was going to fuck you, didn't I?" The tease in your voice has him growing in desperate need of you once again, and he can do nothing but nod and let you take the lead.

You scoff and shake your head, hand grabbing his dick below you and aligning it with your hole. Midoriya sucks in a breath and watches as you let your hips slowly fall down so his tip brushes your clit. "Shit–" you shakily breathe, grinding your hips back and forth to swipe your pussy along his cock.

He whimpers needingly as his hands find the fat of your hips, giving him something to hold onto. You do the same, resting your arms around his neck when you finally slip his leaking tip into your warmth. The both of you moan in sync from the pleasure, pressing your bodies closer together. "I'm not sure it'll... fit." You admit embarrassingly, biting the inside of your lip as you cautiously lower yourself.

He anxiously waits for you to fuck him, so he can finally feel the walls of your cunt. And when you bring your body down and let him stretch you out, he shamefully cries out your name, pleading for you to warm his cock. "Needa' feel you! Please, I need to feel more!". You grumble back a snarky comment, but decide to get it over with.

The weight of your ass hits his thighs and you let out a lewd moan, similar to one of the porn star Midoriya likes so much. His girthy length splits you open entirely, hitting your cervix harsh enough to leave bruising for at least the next few days. He impatiently rolls his hips into you, whimpering random nonsense to try and keep himself from finishing too quick.

As soon as you adjust to his size enough to keep going, you begin to drag yourself up and down on him. The heat of your pussy invites him in sensibly, gummy walls being stretched each time you bounce on him. It doesn't go unnoticed by how wet you are already, letting him glide in and out of you easily. "You're so— fuck.." His thick fingers squeeze your skin, bound to leave marks you'll see in the morning. "So so so so good." He whines, face flush with euphoria.

You don't hesitate to start riding him faster, tits bouncing against him under your shirt. The familiar feeling of his stomach tightening approaches him once more, making him groan. Your skin meets his as you push your ass up and down on him, feeling your own orgasm begin to rise in you.

Sweat forms one body, exhaust briefly catching up to you as you ride him like your life depends on it. His cocks plunges into you so sweetly, making you unable to hold back a single moan as it hits the spongey wall in you. It has you gasping with each puncture it deals on you.

The whole room is filled with slutty sounds and wet slapping, seemingly like a porn video. It feeds into the sex perfectly, only bringing him to finish sooner. "Im so close! Please— don't stop!" Midoriya gasps, shutting his eyes tightly to let the feeling of pleasure take over him.

You take notice of the way his cock twitches inside of you, begging to spill his cum into your walls. Digging your fingers into his shoulder, you let out a string of moans before letting your orgasm rush through you and make you cum riding him.

Pants leave your lips as you grind yourself on him, rocking out the pleasure on his body to ease yours before pushing your sore knees up slightly so his dick can be free from your pussy. It separates from you with a small pop! sound, leaving you empty once again. The sight of him jerking his hips into the air as his cum spurts from his slit and onto his chest with a somehow cutely fucked out face, leave you wishing for another round.

The atmosphere seems to settle down after awhile as the two of you rest against each other, calming yourselves down from your session. "You're a pathetic fucking pervert, you weirdo." You smack his shoulder with your remaining strength, mumbling curses on your breath.

But before he can say anything, or make some half ass witted reply, your soft snoring cuts him off. Midoriya can't help himself when he softly smiles, because truthfully, he knows deep down you care for him.

yeah yeah monsterfuckers but what about humanfuckers. what about the dragon who leaves flower arrangements at the base of the princess’ tower? what about the werewolf who pines for a human to protect? what about a naga who is so so cold and wishes she had a nice warm human to coil around? what then

Hey, don't be sad. Dragon with two dicks ok?

One dick is for proper insemination. It's huge, almost as big as you are, you definitely can't take it.

But the other one is much smaller. It's meant purely for pleasure, like a clit. It's still quite big for you but you can definitely fit it inside. It swells inside you, hot, heavy and throbbing.

Your dragon partner is trying very hard to stay composed, you're basically riding the most sensitive part of him. He has to keep his composure so he doesn't hurt your small human body. He just lays there moaning, growling and twitching while his little human rides his dick.

You could even turn around and play with his bigger cock, reaching to rub the tip or hugging your body around it while you keep bouncing.

He can't help but hump the air as he cums, jostling you up and down his length and bringing you to your own climax.

You lay on his stomach, exhausted and covered in cum. He purrs lazily and the vibrations lull you to sleep on his warm belly.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

finally getting to ride cowboy! izuku’s cock for the first time, bouncing desperately in his lap while he sits back and watches. the shit-eating grin on his face, those boyish dimples, his sun-kissed skin scattered with freckles… god he’s a sight to see, a sinful one that might have you coming undone without much resistance. he’s filling you up so nicely, worn hands smoothing over your hips as you worked out your thighs for all they were worth. the burn was worth it, getting to hear him praise you with that honey-suckle sweet southern drawl, breathy and wrecked. even though he was smug, he was clearly feeling it too. his chest was heaving, an angelic blush warmed his cheeks.

his emerald eyes seemed to flicker between the bounce of your breasts and the wanton expression plastered on your face. damn, you were pretty. you were taking him like a champ, even when his hips started to buck up to meet yours. your ride felt more like you were trying to last on the back of a bronco, or maybe a bull, your palms slapping down on izu’s chest to steady yourself.

“that’s it sweetness, lookin’ like a pro up there,” he hummed through a clenched jaw, sending a slap to your ass that echoed through the empty hayloft.

“that feel good? you like ridin’ my cock?,” he cooed, and when you didn’t answer he continued, “yeah you do. my little buckle bunny, hm? you’re missin’ somethin’.”

he eased you to a slow grind, tipping his large cowboy hat from his head and placing it upon your own. Warmth settled in your gut, and you were far too debauched to think properly, but you still managed to tip it towards him as he would when he greeted someone.

“Atta’ girl. Go on, show me how you want it.”

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