"hey, it's alright. i won't bite. well, maybe not much."

he softly giggled, stealing a light peck from her lips again.

he most definitely could. he leaned in once more to kiss her again.

a small murmur escaped him, he liked that. the fingers in his curly hair.

this time, a tiny gasp. "jane...."

"no, no-- it... it's nice."

his eyes closed with his gasp this time. god, he was trying so hard not to sound submissive.

oh, he tugged. a little hard, only to get her back for making him into a weak mess.

there was a smirk on his lips even between their kisses, giving her hair another tug.

having her in the palm of his hand like this felt... empowering. he needed more of this. another tug, his smirk grew.

"am i, now? now, whatever should we do about that, huh?"

nothing bad. just a sickle slash in one shoulder and a chunk torn out the other.

maybe some stitching up.

when will those idiots learn that guns can’t kill krueger

i’d... rather not. i tried several times.

please stop comparing me to the tiny demon thank you

— 💉

still missing out on joining the sweater gang

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