⊹ ࣪ ˖౨ৎ⋆ ̊。⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bob finds his way into your house, its either he fucking KILLS you or fucks you, your pick! I won't judge what you wanna do, but if you make him your dead body then you're weird.

SMUT+ANGST+DEAD DOVE

I'm heavy gonna judge you if you comment something weird, shame. btw, I got the photo off of Pinterest.

REQUESTED BY MY LOVELY GIRLFRIEND!!! she's got taste, honestly. This man is hot as FIRE.
Preview : He roamed around your house, breaking a few things along the way. He would intentionally listen to the house, trying to listen to you rummage around. He slowly made his way up the stairs and into your room, slowly creaking the door open.

"Hey, doll, I know you're here.." He said, his voice smooth and low as he spoke, making his way to your closet, which you were hiding in (dumbass). The closet door flung open and he pulled you out, pinning you on the bed as you kicked and screamed, his leg between yours, his knee between your thighs.

"Maybe I was sinning But I loved you like religion Under the spell of superstition I climbed up on my lovers cross" - Loved You Like Religion, Blake Roman.