Daydreaming, I stay in the backseat
The slow beat rocks me back to sleep
Keeps me on automatic
Press my face up close against the glass
I see the people when they pass
They move so automatic
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miguel o'hara x reader 18+
slipping on an oversized shirt [with nothing underneath] after taking a hot shower >>>
imagine being laid out on your stomach while working on your computer and miguel walks into the room, inevitably catching an eyeful of you 😌
you yelp as he jumps onto the bed behind you, nearly sending your laptop flying off the edge of the mattress.
"miguel!"
of course, your concerns fall on deaf ears.
large hands spread your legs and prop your hips up, exposing your bare bottom-half to the cool air.
you grip the comforter under you as he leans in and presses a cheek to your inner thigh. "how was the shower, mi vida?" you can feel his warm breath brush gently against your bare pussy.
"g-good"
"good, hm?" you whimper as he traces the seam of your pussy with his thumb, easily making a mess of you with how he spreads your slick to your aching clit. "looks like you missed a spot..."
he gently pushes against your dripping hole, teasing you until your start to roll your hips against his touch. he groans as he watches his finger disappear inside of you, mere inches away from his face. "mm...f-fuck--don't worry, cariño. i'll help you clean up."
your whole body throbs with anticipation as he nuzzles his nose right against the area where your thigh meets your cunt.
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buck, tommy, and eddie snuggle pile <3 they're all so cozy and in love!
requested by @inkmortal-trash389 as a prompt for @911actions fundraiser for palestine. check out how to participate and get your own prompts filled here :)
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"Place...Tone..." [short story]
“Place…Tone…” [short story]
Softness… Fond of this softness, simplicity of it, the quite obscure type yet familiar… With bed being messy with duvet and blankets of furry looks, so cosy they seduce you back in bed. The pillows where your head had been, where mine was. The rugs of felt on the floors, with softness that caresses heart. The artisan crafted flowers in a vase on the windowsill, as they add to the company of books…
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