Hobie For Real Strikes Me As Someone Who Doesnt Get Jealous. I Mean, It Would Go Against His Whole Thing.

Hobie for real strikes me as someone who doesn’t get jealous. I mean, it would go against his whole thing.

jealousy = possessiveness= thinking that thing or person as your own. To dominate and control.

he maybe he does to a extent, get jealous 😏

(This isn’t a request or anything, more of a brain dumping situation lol)

i agree, when he does get jealous it’s definitely an internal battle for him lol. he’d probably show it off in ways that are more subtle.

like if your talking to a guy he’ll snake his arm around your waist —- stuff like that. later you’d probably be like “is hobie jealous?” teasingly of course and he’d go like

“nah’ bruv was proper daft”

“daft how?”

“doesn’ matter how.”

it’d be a moment of weakness for him, and i think would genuinely make him contemplate things for a little. cause how can he be jealous if it goes against everything he stands for??? mental innit

off topic but the word spider, looks wrong idk

toxic!hobie x shy innocent reader 😔

where they’re in a sort of toxic relationship and she leaves but always ends up coming back to him :( he knows she’d never be able to leave him so after another one of their 10000 break ups, she shows up to his apartment with her eyes all poofy and Hobie just faking sympathy “what’s wrong doll? Back so fast?” And he Fucks her while telling her that only he can take care of her and protect her and that no one else will and he degrades them shit out of her 😮‍💨

:3

Toxic (pt.1)

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Warning/s: smut, toxic behavior, degrading kink, humping, eating out, bj, p in v, kinda short??

(Unaccurate Hobie, bro would neva be this toxic, he's just like that for the ff rn x) (btw 'likkle' is done on purpose, heard its some british thing for 'little')

Part 1 (you're here!) // Part 2

You had cried all night, sobbing into your big plushie while muttering out words about how much you hate him. He was an asshole.

Hobie Brown, your 'boyfriend' couldn't change, no, never, and especially not for someone like you. He never gave you the attention you needed, pathetic, yeah, but you were his lover afterall and all you wanted was for him to hug you, place kisses all over your face, whisper to you how much he loves you. But no, he wasn't that serious about your relationship. Things were getting worse, you guys would argue more oftenly, well not you guys— only you. Most of the time he just ignored you, sitting on the couch with his legs propped up. "I'm going to fucking leave you, Hobie!" You had cried out, to which he just responded with a shrug. He always told you you're going to come back anyway.

And fuck him for being right. He was so damn addicting, no matter how bad he treated you, you needed him.

You had burst out crying and screaming at him once again, but this time it was different. You had accepted your fate in the fact that he would never love you in the way you wished he did. You let everything out, leaving his apartment with slamming the close shut.

So here you were, sobbing your heart out to a fucking toy.

Even an object brought you more comfort than Hobie ever did.

But as you did so, you just couldn't help the wet patch that was forming on your underwear. Your whimpers were muffled by the toy as you clenched your thighs. You needed him so badly. You didn't want to give in, you wanted to let him to rot, but fuck, he was like a drug and you were ashmed for not being able to leave him. You just wanted someone to love you.

The discomfort of the wet patch slowly took over and you took matters in your own hands as you tried to get a release by yourself. You bit your lip, taking your plushie and sitting on it. Slowly, you started grinding down on it, the material of your panties rubbing your clit ever so slightly. You whimpered, imagining it was Hobie's thigh you were grinding on. Imagining him praising you as he kissed your face. You tried to get yourself off, but it just wasn't Hobie.

You cried out in desperations. He had taken over you, no one could make you cum like he did, not even you yourself. You tried humping the plushie more, but you just couldn't bring yourself to cum. Sniffling, you gave up, throwing it across the room as you curled yourself into a ball, crying histerically. You needed him, but the last argument was like two days ago, you knew he'd tease the shit out of you if you would return now. The break between you two mostly lasted about two weeks, if you were feeling strong, but never longer than that. You cursed under your breath, your silk pijama hugging your body as you stood up.

You didn't think of anything else as you put on a large coat, your panties still pooled with arousal and your pijama hanging from your body.

And as idiotic as this was, you went to Hobie again.

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You showed up to his doorstep, banging against the door. Hobie was always up late, not because he waited for you, just because he wanted to. He opened the door with a smirk.

He immediately saw your pissed off expression, your eyes swollen and puffy, your nose and cheeks red, your lips in the form of a frown. Every other human beings heart would break by such a sight, but you were fully convinced Hobie wasn't even human anymore.

"Whats wrong doll? Back so fast?"

You hiccuped, a few tears spilling along with some sobs.

"Wha'? Cat got your tongue?"

You scoffed, looking away from him. He leaned against the doorframe, amused by you. You were slightly shivering now, the silky pijamas letting the air in. He snickered "—but you were talkin' so good last time baby, calling me an asshole and a, quote unquote; 'self-loving slut'"

You blushed slightly, finally daring to speak up "I hate you"

"Then how come you show up at my doorstep everytime you're desperate for someone to fuck you?" He stopped leaning on the door frame, going backwards slightly to let you in.

You went up to him until the two of you were body to body. He closed the door behind you and suddenly you were embracing him, your face in his chest as you were sobbing.

He clicked his tongue, grinning as he took off your coat. And with no hesitation his hand slipped into your panties while you were just trying to hug him. You yelped as you felt him collecting your arousal. He was laughing by now "you tried to fuck yourself baby? Aww, but you know you can't get off by yourself" he cooed.

You whimpered at his words knowing he was right. "What did you do this time luv? Did ya use your fingers?"

There was no use in lying to him, you were tired, your whole body weight leaning against Hobie as you mumbled out a no. "Tell me what ya did, sweetheart"

Your tears pricked up again as you shamefully whispered out a few words "humped mh- plushie, d-didn't work"

He faked the pity he felt towards you. Gasping, he took you in his arms "my poor, poor baby, and you decided to show up to me to make it feel better down there?"

You nodded and he dragged you to the bed, wasting no time to take off all your clothes. You sniffled as you felt the cold breeze hit your naked body, but he quickly came to rescue, his skin on yours. He went down on you, licking a stripe off of your pussy. Hobie was an asshole, but he would never physically hurt you, especially not by sex and he knew that his girl always needed foreplay. His tongue darted into your hole, eating you out as you moaned out his name.

His thumb rubbed your clit along with his nose sometimes bumping against it. He made you reach your high quickly, your moans becoming more rushed as you were getting closer to your long awaited orgasm. And so, you came all over his face with a loud scream.

He quickly unzipped his pants, pulling them down only so much until his dick sprang out. He sat you up and stood in front of you on the bed and you, like the good girl he had trained you to be, already wrapped your hands around his cock, taking the tip of it in your mouth. "Fuck- trained you well, didn't I?" He hummed, rushing you to take all of his dick. You took the hint, taking him fully in your mouth, the lenght that didn't make it was covered by your hands. You bobbed your head around him, his pre-cum painting the inner of your mouth white.

"Look at me"

You obeyed, looking up. He moaned as he saw your fucked out face, he knew you had been crying the whole night, the whole day, and all that just because you left him. And with one last thrust of his hips into you, he pulled out, cumming all over your tits. You had no time to react as he turned you around and pulled your ass in the air. He didn't go slow on you, no, you were a big girl now.

He forced himself into your pussy, fucking you like you were a toy. You cried out, but his other hand gripped the back of your neck, pushing your face into his pillows as he thrusted into you. Your sounds were muffled, his other hand was on your hip, pulling you further up. "No one can fuck ya like this princess."

"You know you need me, so why always throw these tantrums baby?" You were on the verge of crying again, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot. "You're bein' a dramatic whore, always ruinin' my days with your outbursts" he grunted, making sure to push in as deep possible, making you loose your balance.

"You know I'm the only one, I'm the only one who can protect you like this, who can fuck you like this, who can love you like this." His thrusts became agressiver, skin slapping against skin as his fingers digged into you.

Your heart broke at his words and you sobbed into the pillow, crying and moaning as your orgasm neared you again. Your walls clenched around his cock, making him groan out loudly. His grip on your neck pulled you back, making your back hit his chest as he continued to fuck into you. "You can't leave me, you'll always come crawlin' back to me, just like the likkle slut ya are, beggin' me to fuck you, doll. To destroy you so no one else can take you" he snarled into your ear leaving you screaming and cumming all over his cock as he came deep into you. Your body was shaking and you flopped down into the bed, using your last energy to curl into a ball.

The last thing you felt was Hobie kissing your thighs and tucking you in, leaving you all alone. You whimpered, falling asleep, hoping that one day you'd be confident enough to leave him. To make him feel like he made you feel.

Masterlist

I’ve seen everyone doing these drabbles/aus and I wanted to join! 🤠

It gets suggestive towards the end so MINORS BEWARE.

word count: 719 (kind of proofread, I got excited)

dividers by @y-onb 🩵

Daydreaming about GymRat!Miguel x PlusSize!Reader / Chubby!Reader and the dynamic of big tall bf x shorter chubby gf 🚻

GymRat!Miguel who started off as an awkward, lanky, nerdy teen using the gym to blow off steam. His mom felt that he wasn’t a great influence to his brother, his father wasn’t his real father, and his step-brother was an asshole.

GymRat!Miguel who’s nearly triple his weight by the time he starts college, body full of muscle. His mom has calmed down despite him previously eating her out of a house and a home. His biological dad agreed to help with any leftover college expenses and his step-dad helps him move on campus. He’s tearful when he hugs Gabriel goodbye, promising to call and play their weekly games.

GymRat!Miguel who stays loyal to his nerdy roots and aims for a Science degree with a minor in Robotics for fun. He sticks out like a sore thumb in his classes, body taking up the ends of lab tables. Even though he prefers to sit in the front of classes, he opts to sit in the back so that everyone can see. He’s constantly using office hours and lingering after class so that he can make sure that his notes are correct.

GymRat!Miguel who first meets you in one of his bio labs and is immediately enamored by you. Your clothes hug your curves, you smell sweet, and something on you always matches. Your shoes and your backpack, your skirt and your jacket, your accessories and your nails.

GymRat!Miguel who ends up being in your group for a project and watches in awe as you take the lead, helping everyone decide which parts to complete. You go out of your way to make the powerpoint colorful and creative. You’re ecstatic when he turns in his parts extra early as everyone else has gone a-wall.

GymRat!Miguel who calms you down when the deadline is near and the rest of the group still hasn’t done their part. You two meet late in the library to finish everything. He thinks you’re adorable despite how stressed and tired you are. He makes the last minute decision to delete the other two group member’s names off of the title slide, taking the initiative to email the teacher before hand.

GymRat!Miguel who walks into the lab building on presentation day 50 minutes early and sees you being cornered by the other group members eyes full of confusion. He quickly walks over asking if there was a problem. Seeing him looming over them, the two decide give up, and scramble together a last minute presentation.

GymRat!Miguel who explains everything, telling you not to worry about the others and just focus on you all’s presentation. You two have great presentation, chemistry blooming as you bounce off each other. You both get an easy A and you hug Miguel out of an excitement before the next lab starts.

GymRat!Miguel who imprints the feeling of your body against his in his memory. Your smell, how soft you were. how small you felt in his arms, how tight you squeezed him.

GymRat!Miguel whose dreams of you have him tossing and turning in his twin sized bed that was far too little for him. He scares his poor roommate to death when his body hits the floor with a big boom. The dream of you under him shattering as he collides with the ground. He groans and apologizes to his roommate, pain in his side and his groin.

GymRat!Miguel who takes a cold shower, too aroused to go back to sleep. He bites his fist trying to quiet his moans, not wanting to wake his roommate for a second time. He replays images of you in his mind, pulling at his length until he shutters against the tile walls.

GymRat!Miguel whose heart drops when he checks his phone after his shower. You followed him on Instagram three hours ago. He checks your page and sees that you're private, but your profile picture is a lot. It's an angle from above you, your cleavage on display.

GymRat!Miguel who stands in the bathroom ogling at the photo like an idiot. He clicks the follow back button, watching as it shifts to pending, and stares down at his body again. He sighs and turns the shower back on, banking on his roommate sleeping through everything once again.

You had no idea the effect you had on him.

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is there a way i can give it more likes?

Sure! I don't mind requesting something new! So you write somewhere in your works how Miles 42 and reader met through location, "whether it be going to the same school or living in the same building or whatever"

I wanna' see a fanfic in Miles pov how he and reader met and how their relationship developed throughout the process! I wanna' know if he's going to make a move in interacting with reader or such. :))

Mr. Tambourine Man ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

A/N: Many people will tell you this song is about a drug dealer. I, however, have always taken Mr. Tambourine Man as an analogy for youth. Take this as you will.

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @nagi3seastorm @luvjunie @milesmolasses @n1cole-ghost @kombuuuu

This is x fem! Reader

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to

Growing up, Miles had always been the dull kid in the corner of the classroom. It was his nature.

He didn’t really remember his dad’s death, but there was always a sort of emptiness in the Morales apartment that never got filled. The emptiness has always been there, in his home and in his mother.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you

On the late nights, he hears his mother sitting in the living room all by herself lonesome. She sits on the couch, in the same spot she has been all these years; next to the spot his father would have taken up.

He can imagine it: his mother curled up under a blanket, her husband’s arm resting over her shoulders. He’d kiss her head and the spot behind her ear. She’d pretend to pay no mind and act as if he doesn’t still make her giddy like he did back when they were young.

Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand.

Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping.

But his father was not there. The late Jeff Morales did not get to stay up with his wife, watching the television as their child sleeps. He was dead, but it sometimes felt like his ghost was haunting the city. He’s gone, but it’s like he’s still there.

As he grew up, Miles did not get the joy his classmates did. He watched his mother work like a dog to support the two of them. He spent many nights alone, waiting for her to come home.

It was sad. Miles was sad.

My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet.

I have no one to meet, and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

So here he sits, in the corner of his studio art class, his last period of the day. Miles is behind an easel, dried paint covering his hands and table. There was music playing in his headphones, but he wasn’t really listening. It was to block out the other noises.

The door opens, and in walks a girl he’s never seen. It was an odd feeling, at first, a shred of nervousness he didn’t quite understand.

He looked around the room, at all the other students and seats, only to realize the one next to him was the only one open. Perfect.

She talks to the teacher, nothing he can hear, snd watches as she slowly makes her way over to the spot next to him. Miles turns away, picking up his paint brush to avoid and other contact.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

Unfortunately for him, Miles looks unapproachable. He looks like he should be friendly and open. He’s got those big, brown, shiny doe eyes and dimples. His face is dusted with freckles. His lips are big and plush. His nose sits perfectly in the center of his face, blending together nicely with every other feature.

However, people avoid him. He’s quiet and keeps to himself. Miles is sort of a mystery, someone people don’t know much about. He’s got eye bags and an RBF, so people leave him alone. Sometimes it seems as if he’s invisible.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.

My senses have been stripped.

The girl sits down, taking out her supplies as she was most likely directed. Tense hands moved shakily. Her breaths were harsh. Her eyebrows furrowed tightly against her forehead. She was nervous.

With a skip of his heart, Miles clears his throat. Her head snaps over quickly, eyes wide with anxiety as he stared her down.

My hands can't feel to grip.

My toes too numb to step.

“Uh..I’m Miles.”

She hesitates, biting the inside of her cheek before nodding.

“Y/N.”

Miles doesn’t look away. Y/N peeks over at his canvas. Her lips curve down into a smile, any trace of her previous fear gone. Her lips pressed together tightly, eyebrows raising. No tension, no anxiety.

“You’re really talented.”

“…Thanks.”

Her smile did not falter. She looked at him for a moment, and that one moment felt like an eternity.

Her nose, cheeks, and lips were a blend of heaven sitting on her face. Her hair was smooth and clean. Miles swore her eyes looked like stars.

Y/N was definitely beautiful.

Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade.

Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.

“What, uh,” Miles spoke again, “what class was you coming from?”

He watched as Y/N fumbled with her schedule, a blue piece of paper crumpling in her hands.

“I have Spanish II, but I was in the office.”

Miles nodded, a small simper forming across his lips.

“I’m in there, too.”

Y/N grinned at him, eyes squinting slightly. It was almost bright.

Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, it's not aimed at anyone.

It's just escaping on the run.

“I’ll walk with you, tomorrow?”

It came out as a question, and Miles would be lying if he said that didn’t surprise him. There was a fuzzy, warm feeling in his stomach that, for a second, made him question if he was getting sick.

Y/N chuckled, a simple melody that sent flowers blooming across his skin. It felt like goosebumps, but much more intense. The sensation matched that of bathing in the sun.

“I’d like that.”

And but for the sky there are no fences facing.

And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme to your tambourine in time

Y/N glanced over to a small group of kids sitting diagonally from them. They were watching intently, eyes wide with curiosity. As quickly as it came, Miles’s almost cheerful expression fell back into place. The corners of his lips dropped, so did his eyebrows. In less than a moment, he was tense once more.

It's just a ragged clown behind.

I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing.

They turned away awkwardly, returning to their projects. Y/N sucked in a breath. There was tension within her chest. It was a sudden, sharp sensation in his fingertips.

“So did you just move here?”

Y/N smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, from New Jersey.”

Miles nodded along intently.

“How come?”

“Family.”

Questions and answers came as the two packed up their things.

And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time

The loud and obnoxious bell rang, and every other student in the class shoved past one another to get out of the room.

Far past the frozen leaves, the haunted frightened trees.

They walked down the hallways together slowly. For the first time, he felt as if he could ask questions. For the first time, someone answered. She answered.

Out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

“So, what’s Jersey like?”

“Well, it’s fun. The food is great.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Miles snickered.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky, with one hand waving free.

“Do you like New York?”

“I’m…adjusting.”

“Adjusting?”

“It’s easy to get lost, here.”

Smiling shyly, Y/N pressed her lips together firmly. Miles could almost feel the heat of embarrassment coming from off her face.

“You just need someone to show you around. It gets easy, after all while.”

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands.

“What’s there to show?”

Miles smiled, looking at the girl next to him as they stepped down the front steps of Visions Academy.

“The sky.”

There was a sudden melancholy feeling that ran down Miles’s spine. It was the same feeling he’d felt on those late nights, waiting for his mother to come home.

Miles did not remember his dad’s death. He didn’t remember the funeral. He just remembered the day the apartment felt less like home.

With all memory and fate, driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow.

“It’s the same sky as the one in New Jersey.”

“Different view.”

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

“You’ll show me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll show you.”

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

“Good.”

“I’ll show you my mural, too.”

“Mural?”

“For my dad.”

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

Miles nodded, smiling. She nodded back, humming in reply.

Miles had always been so much like his father. The same smile, the same attitude, the same wit.

Y/N looked at Miles curiously, and Miles became painfully aware of that fact. Birds sung in his lungs and trees grew in his mind. Fresh air.

“Let’s go, Miles. I’m expecting a tour.”

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

cozy glow fluff

(hobie x pink!reader) — fem prns..?

hobie, the rule breaking, cop hating, spider-punk. he goes around spraypainting walls, or beating some evil villain. that or he’s being told off by miguel for his “disrespectful” behavior. AKA he was telling the truth and miguel doesn’t seem to appreciate honesty as much as hobart does.

maybe people expect him to have a girlfriend just as punk as him. maybe they don’t expect a girlfriend at all.

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last night had been a long one. he had just gotten home from a mission with gwendy. he had some scrapes and bruises so he was forced to go to the medical center. he hated being told to do things, especially go to the medical center. it was so sterile, so void of life. and could definitely use a new paint job.

he had missed band practice which means having his phone blown up about their upcoming gig and how it was the 4th time that month he’d “skipped” practicing.

as he swung through the city all he could think of was you. all he could think of was the way you smelt like sugar cookies and rainy days. he dodged building after building, soon his eyes focusing on the apartment ahead. only one room illuminated.

only one room with that familiar cozy glow that he came to appreciate oh so much. as he approached the edifice, his eyes trained on the dusty bricks, and the chipping paint of the window sill that he had glued himself against, climbing the side of the structure.

he pryed open the window, a loud creaking noise ensuing. he winced slightly, hoping that if you were sleeping, you hadn’t woken up. he crawled into the kitchen, inhaling at your aroma that snuck its way throughout the flat.

he scanned the space, he saw the muffins you had left on the stove top. he grabbed one as he snuck towards your bedroom. noting the usual decorations as well as some new ones. pictures of him, in a pink frame of course. he ran his fingers over it, reminiscing on the memory, one from a week prior. you had convinced hobie to go to a fair.

the both of you had a wonderful time then, even if he was reluctant to admit it. you accepted this and was proud that he stepped out of his comfort zone while also managing not to steal.

curse you and your sickeningly sweet smile that makes him forget how horrible the system is. don’t worry, he made some ruckus the next day to make up for the loss. as his eyes grew heavy he reached for the handle of your door.

the door opened with a loud moan of the hinges. the list on your fridge of things to fix in your house obviously not helping. glancing at the clock, he read the time. 2 am. he mentally cursed himself for coming to see you that late, but really who could blame him.

most see hobie as a ruffian who only causes uproar and disharmony. but you saw him as much more. he was able to be himself with you. he allowed himself to let you in, to see all his insecurities that weren’t open to the rest of the world.

he glanced back at you, snuggled up in a pink blanket and your hello kitty pajamas. both of which he bought (stole) for you (but he wouldn’t tell you that he actually stole it). the light still shining dimly, he chuckled, knowing you had probably stayed up waiting for him.

he soon discarded the majority of his clothes and climbed into bed next to you. your figure tossing and turning, your breath changing before restoring back to a soft snore. you found it embarrassing that you snore, he found it adorable and made sure to reassure you of that. and also to remind you that insecurity is another way the government divides us so we can’t band together and overthrow it.

reaching over he turned off the light. his black shirt contrasting with the rosy color of your linens. he wraps his arms around you, which you quickly oblige. snuggling closer into his chest.

“love ‘ya doe.” he had begun calling you doe when you first met, it was to point out your innocence which soon became something he treasured most about you. although he did appreciate your tenacity when protesting. you could definitely overthrow one hell of a government all on your own when you were angry.

“mm love you too,” you said sleepily, only mildly drooling on hobie. you fell back asleep as quick as you woke up. he smiled and rested his chin on top your head.

closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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okay first fic what do we think? do you want more hobie? or maybe something with miguel??? i have a whole list of ideas but i’d love some more!! pls pls request something you want to see and i’ll add it to the list.

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ATSV/ITSV

HOBIE —

mahogany fluff (hobie x spanish speaking!reader)

cozy glow fluff (hobie x pink!reader)

cyclone fluff (hobie x pink!reader)

calm down fluff (hobie x gyaru!reader)

MIGUEL —

taunt angst - drabble (miguel x reader)

almuerzo fluff - fic (husband!miguel x pregnant!reader)

pancakes fluff - fic (husband!miguel x wife!reader)

MERLIN BBC

MERTHUR —

the return of arthur pendragon pt. 1 angst

i do many characters from tons of fandoms so you are more than welcome to request whoever you want also i do fluff, smut, and angst…so 🍧

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