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🎃 sᴍᴜᴛ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs 🎃

one thickly muscled arm wraps around her waist to pull her close.
smiling lips part to reveal the plastic fangs in question, which he
hadn’t actually even told her about just yet. definitely proves difficult
to catch her by surprise, considering how effortlessly observant she
is throughout her daily life – a reminder that, despite them doing these
goofy sorts of things & indulging in domesticity, she’s still is an impressive,
arousingly dangerous spy. his free arm reaches back to grasp the edge of the
cape hanging from his broad shoulders, quickly wrapping them both up within
it before he playfully whispers out an optimistic answer.
“ – hard enough to count as foreplay, i think.
maybe even roleplaying if we keep the outfits
on. which i’m … actually not entirely against,
if i’m being honest. which i usually am with
you, since you always know if i’m lying. “