One Hundred & Forty Seven

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❦☽ FANART TIME ☾❦

❦☽ FANART TIME ☾❦

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❦☽ FANART TIME ☾❦

TRIGGER WARNING : seizure, cussing, kinda inappropriate talk, PTSD episodes

Deceit POV
I stirred the pancake batter once more before getting ready to pour it onto the griddle. The batter smelled really good.

I wanted to surprise Quinn with breakfast in bed. I can finally cook food for him again now that I don't have to deal with Patton acting like no one but him can be trusted in be kitchen.

He probably won't be waking up anytime soon. I basically fucked him into oblivion last night. It'll be a miracle if he can walk.

But what can I say? It was our anniversary and he just looks so cute and beautiful beneath me. He was okay with it, so I'm going to give my baby boy what he wants. And if that meant fucking him until he was numb from the waist down and his vocal cords destroyed with how much he was moaning, so be it.

I sat the bowl of batter down, setting a timer on the stove for the pancakes. Soft footsteps sounded behind me.

I spun around quickly, setting a hand on my hips. Quinn froze and frowned at me.

"I was trying to sneak up on you," He pouted, limping over to me. He was just wearing a pair of boxers and one of my T-shirts, that was way too big for his skinny frame.

"Half snake remember," I said. "Better hearing."

Quinn huffed, wrapping his arms around my waist for support. He leaned his cheek against the spot between my shoulder blades.

"Not fair," He grumbled. I just laughed a bit, returning to cooking the pancakes.

"How are you walking around?" I asked him with a smirk.

"I think I've gotten used to it," Quinn answered with a laugh. "My hips and stomach hurt a lot though when I woke up."

"Baby," I mumbled with a frown. I turned around and scooped him up into my arms. I sat him on the counter next to wear I was working.

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