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Horror. (` his response flutters past his lips faster than he can catch it, the simple thought of you cowering under his shirt in fear of something make-believe has his heart swelling with an unfathomable amount of adoration for you.) I mean, yeah– of course I love it. Who wouldn’t adore a cutie like you? (` he adopts a small smirk across his lips and leans forward, nipping lightly at the tip of your teasing tongue before he settles his hands upon your lithe waist, firmly giving your full hips a rough squeeze.) Let’s go cuddle up in our bed then, hm?
Can I steal one of your shirts? I like to wear your shirts, because they smell like you and they are warm.. {` he smiles, leaning in close to press a chaste kiss to your lips and quickly waddle over to their bedroom, humming while thinking which of the few horror movies he’d watch would be the scariest, even if he’d watch it twice. } I’m thinking.. Do you have a movie suggestion? {`he almost chirps, turning around to face you, a more gentle smile present on his features as he stretches his hands to get a hold of yours. } Come...











