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𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠!!!

𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 • 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘚 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘈𝘓𝘌𝘚

𝟑+𝟏 ➵ @motherlvr

𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲 ➵ @carpecaelo

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞 ➵ @ichorai

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ➵ @nanatargaryen

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 ➵ @moralesism

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ➵ @thewriterg

𝐢’𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ➵ @crackedpumpkin

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ➵ @knxv1lie

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞 ➵ @dorkfilmz

𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐨 ➵ @parkerflix

𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 ➵ @fushigur0ll

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➵ @8siangemini

𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ➵ @littyhoney

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➵ @mooooonnnzz

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 ➵ @luvjunie

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 ➵ @alisblackgf

𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➵ @the-dumpster-fire-of-life

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➵ @//the-dumpster-fire-of-life

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ➵ @//the-dumpster-fire-of-life

𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘜𝘌𝘓 𝘖’𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈

𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚 ➵ @whaddayadothatfor

𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥) ➵ @messylustt

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭 ➵ @spiderboxd

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ➵ @fake-bleach

𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐨 ➵ @zstrn

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 ➵ @ghost-with-a-teacup

𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 ➵ @ronwestbreeze

𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 ➵ @spoiltsilk

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐜 ➵ @buryustogether

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ➵ @certainlynotasimp

𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 ➵ @milequaritchsslut

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 ➵ @quaintii

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞 ➵ @st4rymoon

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ➵ @//intoxicated-chan

𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ➵ @//gh0stsp1d3r

𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 ➵ @intoxicated-chan

𝘏𝘖𝘉𝘐𝘌 𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘕

𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ➵ @renoed

𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝟗 ➵ @whiskeyglass

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➵ @dizscreams

𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ➵ @//dizscreams

𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ➵ @gh0stsp1d3r

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 ➵ @fabled-fiction

𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 ➵ @ronwestbreeze

𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 ➵ @periprose

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ➵ @spidcrhunni

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 ➵ @hanasnx

𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 ➵ @//gh0stsp1d3r

(𝐦𝐲) 𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➵ @neo-nomatrix

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 ➵ @fabled-fiction

𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐛 ➵ @thesharktanksdriver

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 ➵ @apocalypse-shuffle

𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 ➵ @msgorillagripcoochie

𝐩𝐬 • 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺. 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪’𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 :)

kisses

Hobie brown x reader

You and your boyfriend love bothering Miguel, that's why you two always are making out infront of him.

a/n: a shorty drabble 'cuz hobie has me in a chokehold

"Miguel is so upset" you murmured in amusement to your lover, who had his arm around your waist as you two listened to Miguel "talk" to Miles. The boy had guts. You liked him and so did Hobbie.

Speaking of Hobie, as soon as Lyla began her explanation of the canonical events, your boyfriend began leaving wet kisses on your neck making you giggle.

"Hobie.. stop" you whispered but we both knew that meant "keep doing it", your boy smiled against your skin before placing his hand on your jaw and being able to join his lips against yours.

Being kissed by Hobie Brown was heavenly, your tongue touched his cold piercing making you shiver in his arms, you leaned your head to deepen the kiss and Hobie received your tongue gladly in his mouth.

As soon as Hobie started to almost eat your mouth you forgot where you were and with whom. However, when Hobie sucked on your tongue you couldn't help but moan, after that, their bubble burst.

" ay, no puede ser! Could you two not eat their faces to each other when I'm explaining something really important!.. It's rude" Miguel scolded you two, your cheeks heating up when Pav winked at you while Hobie just shrugged, wrapping his hand around your waist.

"Just pretend we're not here, mate" he murmured making you laugh.

kisses

Hobie brown x reader

You and your boyfriend love bothering Miguel, that's why you two always are making out infront of him.

a/n: a shorty drabble 'cuz hobie has me in a chokehold

"Miguel is so upset" you murmured in amusement to your lover, who had his arm around your waist as you two listened to Miguel "talk" to Miles. The boy had guts. You liked him and so did Hobbie.

Speaking of Hobie, as soon as Lyla began her explanation of the canonical events, your boyfriend began leaving wet kisses on your neck making you giggle.

"Hobie.. stop" you whispered but we both knew that meant "keep doing it", your boy smiled against your skin before placing his hand on your jaw and being able to join his lips against yours.

Being kissed by Hobie Brown was heavenly, your tongue touched his cold piercing making you shiver in his arms, you leaned your head to deepen the kiss and Hobie received your tongue gladly in his mouth.

As soon as Hobie started to almost eat your mouth you forgot where you were and with whom. However, when Hobie sucked on your tongue you couldn't help but moan, after that, their bubble burst.

" ay, no puede ser! Could you two not eat their faces to each other when I'm explaining something really important!.. It's rude" Miguel scolded you two, your cheeks heating up when Pav winked at you while Hobie just shrugged, wrapping his hand around your waist.

"Just pretend we're not here, mate" he murmured making you laugh.

⋆ “come home to me.”

in which hobie keeps his promise that he’ll always come back to you, no matter what.

fem!reader. slight nsfw, mdni. angst at the end. mentions of wounds.

being spider-man was a pain, never ending with little to no relief. hobie couldn’t exactly take a break from protecting london, and by extension the multiverse. but sometimes he just wanted to throw in the god forsaken towel that had been thrust upon him years ago.

since he can’t do that, he finds solace in you.

when he comes home late at night, bruised and bleeding, and you chide him for his recklessness. you have him stand while you sit on the countertop, or if hes too tired he’ll sit and you’ll stand.

you’ll press rubbing alcohol and triple antibiotic to his facial cuts. on the worst nights he doesn’t even protest. he’ll let his head fall forward to rest in the crook of your neck and just breathe you in.

because at the core of it all, it’s you that keeps him going. you that gives him purpose.

on other nights, the nights where death reaches too close and he feels the sharp promise of dark eternity, he finds you in his bed. he’ll sink into you slowly, drawing both of your orgasms out until his body shakes with overwhelming emotions and sensations. he’ll have you mewling and whining under him as he sets a slow pace, thrusting deep inside of you so that you feel him pressed against your cervix.

on those nights he needs to be the closest he can get to you, the most connected you can be. he needs to hear his name from your mouth as reassurance. it’s grounding, making love to you. and you realize that, holding him round the shoulders and moaning against his skin.

and after, he’ll hold you close, tucking you away under his chin and close to his chest. sometimes he watches the window in the bedroom, daring fate to test his will to protect you.

he’ll whisper expressions of gratitude into your ear, no matter how you protest. because he is thankful for you, for your patience and empathy. your kindness. because truthfully, he doesn’t know how he would handle it if the roles were reversed.

when he told you his secret identity, his spider-persona, you had barely bat an eye.

all that you asked was one thing.

“promise that you’ll always come home to me. i don’t care how, be it broken and bleeding or perfectly fine. just come home.”

and he had promised, pressing a kiss to your temple and holding you close.

you were his home, no matter what happened. and he would always come back to you.

until one night, when a tall man in a blue and red spider-suit stepped through a portal. he removed his mask, revealing a grave expression, and your mouth opened to ask.

“where’s hobie?”

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hobie x gn!reader smut

masterlist ミ☆

took me a minute to find my footing with this but quickly found inspiration from the song 'Slow Motion' by Duckwrth. I know it ain't punk but- who cares? Inspo is inspo like, do you want the smut or not?? /j /lh

1.1k words :: gn!reader :: estab relationship :: an’ ofc some drug use lol :: kinda proof read :: sub!hobie

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smut below the cut, you have been warned ་ ༌ ༶

ミ☆ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

You were laying on your bed with your partner, shoulder to shoulder passing a joint back and forth. The open window to your bedroom blew in cool August air that prickled goosebumps on your exposed skin.

With every drag you felt your anxieties ease, humming as you let yourself sink further into the mattress, eyes closing in contentment. You feel the bed creak a little as Hobie readjusts himself.

“I can feel you staring at me,” you muse. Eyes still shut, you hear Hobie clear his throat before taking another hit of the spliff, you twitch slightly at the soft crackle it makes.

“M’not,” he says, sitting up so he could blow the weed smoke into your face, making you both giggle.

You swat at him, loosely aiming for his chest, “prick.”

He doesn’t reply.

Opening your eyes you turn to look at him. Despite the low light of your room, you’re able to make out how he gazes down at you with a look that you came to recognise as pure adoration- and a glint of something else.

“been missing you so much lately m’love,” he mutters, causing your chest to fizz at the rasp in his voice.

You missed him too, summer meant that he was busy performing at gigs across London. His schedule was already so packed protecting the city as spiderman, so with the added onslaught of performances meant that he could only spare you the occasional text. He hadn’t felt the warm familiarity of your arms for a month.

“yeah?” you grin, cheekily.

Pushing away an ache in your chest from the weight of his stare, you nimbly remove the blunt from his fingers before sitting up and reaching over to stub it out on the ashtray that sat on your bedside table.

You move to sit closer to him, hand cupping his cheek you rub your thumb over his bottom lip softly, “I missed you too Hobie”

He exhales deeply, half-lidded and leaning into your touch. Your mouth curves into a smirk when you realise he’s staring at your lips. You can’t help but lick them instinctively.

“yeah? how much did you miss me sweet’art?” He murmurs, head evidently spinning.

You roll your eyes at how he still manages to be so smug whilst melting so easily in your grasp. You decide to humour your lover- just this once.

You lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth, grazing your lips across his jawline before you leave a chaste kiss at his neck, revelling at the low gasp Hobie makes at the contact.

“c’mere,” he groans.

He snakes his arms around your waist, a hand at the small of your back as he pulls you closer to him. You kneel with your legs on either side of him, gaining as much height as possible whilst you pepper soft kisses across his face.

Pulling back, you hold the back of Hobie’s head, looking down at him fondly, skin hot to the touch. His full lips are slightly agape, warm breath fanning your face as he looks up at you with a knowing smirk.

You bite your lip, grinning down at him. You wouldn’t give him what he wanted so easily.

“y’gonna make me ask for it aren’t you?” he chuckles lowly, his large hands moving down to grope the back of your thighs gently, “such a tease, love.”

“But you’re so pretty when you beg, Bee,” you hum. Rolling his eyes at the nickname, he quickly tries to steal a kiss but you move your head out of the way before he can.

Hobie’s bottom lip protrudes, pouting jokingly.

Tutting, you lean in and kiss behind his ear, properly sinking down to sit in his lap. You sigh at how his clothed hips buck up into yours impatiently, gripping your waist.

You grind your hips into him causing his breath to hitch, you feel him hardening beneath you. He slurs your name,

“Want you kiss me,” he breathes, “need yo-“ you cut him off, kissing him languidly. That was all you needed to hear.

Tilting your head to accommodate his nose, Hobie moans into your lips. His brows knitting together as you push him to lay back into the mattress, he savours the sweet sounds that escape you- desperate to coax more out of you.

A hand travels up to the nape of your neck, tensing as you pull away for air. The sight of you hovering over him with hooded eyes, licking away the trail of spit shared between your puffed lips almost making him whimper beneath you. To say he was hard would be an understatement.

“you’re so pretty,” you both say after a moment.

Laughing warmly, you put your face in the crook of his neck before slumping on top of him- unable to stable yourself. You feel him chuckle under you, holding your hips.

You then yelp when he flips the pair of you over before you catch your breath. His forearm rests at the side of your head as his free hand begins to hike up your shirt. You gasp, twitching at the feeling of his cold hands and the metal of his rings.

He leans close to your ear, “can I show you how much I’ve missed you my love?” he murmurs. It was your turn for your head to spin.

Speechless, you nod, letting him remove your top.

Kissing your neck he nips at your jugular causing you to moan softly.

“Hobie,” you sigh.

“Show me where y’want me to touch you, help ‘Bee’ make y’feel good, yeah?” he grins, teasing.

Placing your hand atop his, you guide him to your collarbone, slowly dragging his hands over your exposed chest. He handles you like you were made of porcelain. Biting your lip as his ring delicately snags at your taut nipple, you see him smirk when you stop at your lower abdomen.

“Here,” you breathe, feeling your heart skip when he nods, biting his lip and rubbing circles into your hipbone.

He leans in once more to kiss you deeply before trailing wet kisses down where you had shown him.

He drags his tongue greedily over your nipple, back arching as he pulls on it gently between his teeth before you slump back into the mattress with a huff as he continues his ministrations down your stomach.

He giggles at you.

You roll your eyes in return.

“Dick.”

“I’m getting to it,” he quips as he unbuttons your trousers hastily. You silently curse yourself at the way your crotch pulsated at his joke, helping him discard your jeans.

You glance down to see how Hobie’s dick strained against his own as he sat up to pull his shirt off, admiring the way the soft glow of the moon outlined every contour of his gorgeous form.

Hobie kisses his teeth and throws his shirt at your head.

“It’s rude to stare, bug,” he chuckles at the expression you shoot him when you throw the shirt to the side.

You were going to kill him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Can you tell I like leaving shit open ended? My toxic trait- I have no remorse. Not my best work but like- I think I ate? A crumb, perhaps.

Thanks again to anon for requesting this! Thank you so much for your patience doll, hope it was worth the wait.