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a comment!fic meme
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▸ your friends or complete strangers who creep on you ok will reply with a character/pairing from one of your fandoms and some sort of prompt
▸ your fic based on the prompt can be as long as short as you want it, but try to write something
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a comment!fic meme
▸ comment with your username
▸ your friends or complete strangers who creep on you ok will reply with a character/pairing from one of your fandoms and some sort of prompt
▸ your fic based on the prompt can be as long as short as you want it, but try to write something
▸ this meme brought to you by my writer's ( Read more... )
"Hurry, then," she threw her bra to the floor, taking his wrists and guiding his hands to her chest. He hitched his breath, resting his fingertips over the flesh while she kissed him again, harder this time. She reached over to the buttons of his shirt, tugging it off impatiently, and he broke away momentarily to pull it the rest of the way off, trying to quell his racing heart. He fell to the ground and he crawled over her, straddling her knees across his thighs. "Undo my skirt." He did so, her hands soon finding the zipper to his jeans, haphazardly undoing it to stick a hand past the elastic of his boxers, diving in.
He arched his back, bracing his hands against the floor and biting his bottom lip to keep from calling out. (He could see why Adachi had such a high ranking now, she-) He looked up to find that smirk still firmly on her face, cheeks flushed. She was certainly a strange one. But it wasn't so bad, if this...
A small groan arose from somewhere behind Adachi's ass, and they both froze completely.
"Adachi?" Dojima grumbled, Adachi's eyes going wide.
Shit.
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AND WRITE ME FIC ALL DAY LONG I
THIS
HNNNNGHHH
your girl!Adachi is SO FUCKING PERFECT I can't even *___*
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