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hell in a hand basket

@sweetpeapoppy / sweetpeapoppy.tumblr.com

she/her 30s | queer af | currently writing fics | current hyperfixation: webbonso…again | I will make everything Webbonso
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“Could get used to this.” Mark mumbled as he woke with a face full of Fernando’s hair, he couldn’t help but kiss the back of his neck gently. Being able to wake up and have Fernando right there was always a thrill, the warmth of his body, the weight of another person in his bed, the sensation of his body waking up in the early morning sun.

“Mm?” Fernando mumbled with a brief smile creeping across his lips.

“Having you in my bed," Mark replied, pressing another kiss to his neck.

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