(*is with family and writing fanfic*)
Addicted. He was addicted to his touch, his kiss, his lips, his everything.
He needed him more than air.
His touch brought him to life, no matter how small it was or how meaningless it was.
His lips were sweet and soft, a slight pressure he craved constantly.
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: I gave up on this idea cuz I lost the plot.
Just some Mormor words yeet-
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Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*
FanfictionFluff, angst, weirdness, more fluff, and slightly out of character characters (sorry not sorry). No fanart or any other media used in this is mine unless I say so. Hope you enjoy some soft (or angsty) murder boyfriends~ COMPLETED 11/23/2018 AT 11:1...
