𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚍𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ)

Afraid to approach her? Good. 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃.

Ugh. Someone bring her some 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊. She's 5 seconds away from putting this mortal on a goddamn 𝙏-𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏.

Like drinking cold elderberry wine with the thickness of milk. That taste would only be amplified by the bitter dark chocolate aftertaste. Hela rightfully wrapped an arm around the woman's head, pushing her head in more to prevent escape. "Enjoy it, ребенок.~"

Hela didn't know Limbo made Magik hard of hearing. Indulge, not yap.

This? This is the 𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙀 her brother is fawning over? The bitch is 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝘿𝙀𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙏.

It was like a chilled, sour bottle of berry wine. The milk was thick and dry. The bitter dark chocolate aftertaste lingered, refusing to go away. Her long nails dug into her hair, gripping her blonde hair by her very roots, a wicked smile growing on her face. "Good.~"

The milk was like drinking a cold, thick elderberry wine. The aftertaste was like bitter dark chocolate, refusing to go away or warm up in his warm mouth. Her hand latched itself onto his head, refusing to let the spider hero pull away. "We'll see. Keep drinking, Parker.~"

"Good. You're learning how to be a good boy."

"All that tells me that I'm wasting my time and losing my patience."

"Your diving ass don't need any more buffs. And stop asking questions."

"...Bitch, what part of indulge meant ask questions?"

First day and you 𝙎𝘼𝘿 𝘼𝙎𝙎 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙎 are already needy. Go ahead then. ＩＮＤＵＬＧＥ.

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☠︎︎ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʟᴇᴡᴅ/ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ𓄿 ☠︎︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜰᴏᴜʟ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜᴇᴅ𓄿 ☠︎︎ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ𓄿 ☠︎︎ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ𓄿 ☠︎︎ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ (ꜰᴜᴛᴀ) ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ𓄿