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heyyoooo my oc + enjin from gachi merch in my style
God I love big strong pathetic men
I bet Lloyds on top
I hate this bastard more and more with every episode I watch
No high quality for you
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Agent Lang fresh outta the oven
Wolf 👀
You sat in the closet with Wolf, listening to the fact that he was trying to dig his way out. He was dragging his 'claws' against the door, probably leaving scratches behind as he did so. Normally, if it were anyone else, you would be offended, but you knew that Wolf didn't like being locked in places where he couldn't get out. He said it made him feel weird. "Hey Wolf?" you suddenly say, and you hear the scratches stop as well as the shouting from outside.
You were pretty sure that was Edge yelling at him, "Stop scratching at the door!" while the others were laughing.
Slowly, there was the faint sound of movement, and then the glowing eyeshines was in front of you, the only thing giving off light. "Yeah, Y/n?" He mumbles. It sounded like he was almost scared to be too loud.
"You need to stop scratching at the door." You tell him, soft amusement in your voice, and you reach up to cup his cheek, which he lent into, shutting his eyesockets, which left you two in darkness. You bite the inside of your cheek, thinking about it, then lean forward and gently press your lips against his teeth. You knew that this wasn't really what most people would call a 'kiss' but it was the best thing that you could do. You felt his jolt, then the soft purring started, and he leaned closer, moving his hand over yours and lacing their fingers together.
His finger tips were sharp. You could feel them inching over your skin... Each touch made you almost gasp. It felt like soft shocks were going through you; maybe the darkness made it harder to guess what he would do? How much longer were you guys going to be in this closet?
I want to start a nuclear war
and i also have a fucking headache
My “babygirl” Dr. Robert being perfectly sane and normal as usual. 😚