you walk down the quiet stairs of you house. you're home alone and want a cookie. you head downstairs where the kitchen is. the cookies had been left out. termites are surrounding it, gnawing away at the chocolate chips.
immediately, panic strikes through you. what could you do? there was only one thing to do. you pick up your phone and find the contact "daddy duncan💦💦😩" and call the number. the phone silently rings for a couple seconds. then, a voice. "uh, bob's bugs be gone, hello?"
what the fuck am i doing at 12 am writing this.
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daddy duncan
Fanfictionwhen you find a nest of termites infesting your house one night, you turn to your first and only solution.... bob duncan-the sexiest exterminator in Denver. warning : some fluffy and smut included (x reader)
