#but shockwave know that one day

[compaculaaa]

Heartless?

[lyretheinstrument]

wave wave valentines special (ft. my own au designs)

[unhingedtransformers]

Season 2 | Episode 9 | Autobot bootcamp

[m-awile]

this was episode 4 right?

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[megatrons-tits]

He's finished!! :D I love him more than words. His little pedes can do the kicky back and forth.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

That's so weird because my reaction to S4 finale is it was the moment that convinced me Buddie was going to be endgame. Now two seasons later and we could be heading back to that same ending for the season depending on the events of the finale leaves me doubting things ngl. The only things I'm clinging on to are the couch theory, Eddie saying that relationships with people you meet at a rescue never works, and the fact that we're being introduced to these women so late in the season. It just seems like the writers even know they're giving this the most superficial things so that they can fix what they did in early S7.

To put it bluntly it just sucks that you know if this was gonna be the final 2 episodes that instead of going towards a story they've been telling since S2 they decide to put Buck and Eddie with women we don't even know their last name or anything about them. But they got renewed and will be moving to ABC so they can do the story they wanted to tell and I imagine these women will be kicked to the curb early in S7.

Okay, I'm gonna be real honest with you. I've seen that you've sent asks to a few of my friends, all generally saying the same thing. So to see you send me this ask makes me feel like you don't really want to have a discussion and aren't looking for actual support or positivity, you just want to keep being upset and tell people until someone agrees with you and tells you that your opinion that the writers made a shitty choice etc is valid.

So, to repeat a few things my friends have said:

They have not been doing Buddie since season two. I don't know why people persist on claiming this. Buddie was never the original plan. They did not decide to have Eddie get with Buck in season two. In fact in season two they seemed kinda unsure what to do with Eddie since he wouldn't be with Maddie any longer, but they still wanted the character, and Ryan, on the show. For my money, they started exploring the possibility of Buddie and discussing it seriously in season three, and season four was when they locked that in.

Now, I don't know about you, since you're a stranger on the internet, but to me, as a writer, it is a much, much better choice for them to have taken the risk rather than cram Buddie together, for a few reasons.

One: They cannot walk it back once Buddie is together. You're telling me you wanted them to sacrifice their story's integrity to give us a rushed unsatisfying get-together? Get out of my house. Watching television is, inherently, a gamble because it means you might get your stories unfulfilled. If you can't take that risk, then leave the casino. I am willing to risk it because I want a truly satisfying get-together, not something that was rushed and therefore isn't worthy of the delicious slow burn they're building.

Two: How many times do I have to scream at everyone to consider the behind the scenes issues before people start actually listening to me? Oh, forever? Because everyone is operating in bad faith and nobody wants to actually listen? Good to know. This will be the last I say on the matter.

We do not know what behind the scenes was going on in addition to the cancellation. What if certain Fox executives weren't supportive of Buddie? You're telling me that the writers and cast and crew should have, right when they'll need new jobs, guaranteed that their last employers will talk shit about them for disobeying orders and putting two characters together that they were told not to put together?

This is purely conjecture on my part, but I have seen time after time in fandom certain cast members and certain crew members and certain writers want a ship to become canon, and others not, and I have seen the way that back and forth played out, and guess fucking what? NOBODY WANTS TO LOSE THEIR FUCKING JOB. NOBODY WANTS TO BE PREVENTED FROM HAVING ANOTHER JOB.

Now, again, that's pure conjecture, but Fox really hasn't treated OG well for a while in terms of renewal, marketing, etc. And I have never, EVER, seen a show snapped up by another network so quickly. It's always "we got cancelled!" and then a few days or weeks later it's "we were saved by another network!" ABC was ON it. This gives me hope for a lot of things, like perhaps a 22 episode season. But given Fox's lack of promotion and appreciation for OG, it wouldn't surprise me if the cast and crew wanted Buddie and some people in the network didn't, and that is why we've been delayed on Buddie going canon. And while YOU may cry viva la revolution, it's much easier to have your principles when you've got a belly full, and while it may suck creatively there is no reason to piss off your bosses right when you need them to write you a recommendation for a new job because your show got cancelled - and while I'm sure they were hopeful, given the cast's social media I do not think anyone knew until it was publicly announced that they had, indeed, been saved and gotten another season.

My point is, this is just one theory I'm pulling out of a hat like a rabbit. We do not know what other BTS stuff is going on that made them choose to delay Buddie until season seven.

Three: To go back to point one, I do not think you've seen the reactions when a ship goes canon poorly. I was there, Gandalf. I was there the day that Booth and Bones got together. I was in the trenches. It soured SO many people, including me, on the show. To quote MBMBAM: YOU DIDN'T STICK THE LANDING! YOU JUST FLIPPED IN THE AIR FOR TWENTY MINUTES!!!

Sticking the landing when getting a ship together is possibly the most important moment in the couple's story. You cannot fuck up that landing. The writers chose to take the chance on it never happening in order to stick the landing the way they wanted. If that pisses you off, FINE. But stop coming into our inboxes to say the same thing over and over again about it, because we do not agree and we are never going to agree. We are at an impasse.

Now, to move onto some other points, WHY IS EVERYONE CONVINCED THAT EDDIE WILL STILL BE WITH SOMEONE WHEN THE SEASON ENDS!? WHEN DID WE DECIDE THIS!? He could be! But holy shit he could just go on one date with her that fizzles out! We have no clue! If someone in this fandom can see into the future and knows for sure this is going to happen then give me the winning lotto numbers right this second!!! Give them to me!!!! I need to fund my world domination campaign!!!

And finally, I feel like you've answered your own concerns, here. Given that you have sent similar asks to my friends, I don't think you're actually interested in allaying those concerns, because you keep answering your own questions and repeating yourself ad naseum. I could be wrong. Again, I don't know you. But this sure seems to be the case given that you're saying to me similar stuff you've said to my friends in asks they've already answered.

But to look at your own ask, you just said why we shouldn't be worried. "It seems like the writers even know..." YES. YES, THEY DO KNOW. I would love to know who the hell decided that television shows are made by the Television Fairy who creeps into the studio at night and waves her magic wand to create all the good stuff we see on our screens while the writers sit around with their thumbs up their asses.

Let's imagine you are a showrunner and you are going into the second half of your season, and you learn that it is extremely likely this season is actually your last. You guys start negotiating quietly with other networks to move the show, while hoping against hope this is not, indeed, the end. But this means you now have, what, nine episodes? To put all your characters in a place that is, if not ideal, at least somewhat positive for your audience?

You can't start any too-major arcs. You can't end on too bad of an emotional cliffhanger. This means some things will wrap up faster. Other things will get pushed forward. And some things have to be delayed, because they might never happen, and you can't give people a third or a half of an arc. Which means that you're going to be throwing in some filler for those characters instead, and doing things differently than how you might have wanted.

I do not know how many times I have to explain this, but television is not fanfiction. When I sit down to write a fic, there's not a damn person in the world who can tell me what to do. I write the story that I want, and if someone doesn't like it, they can hit the bricks.

Television is not like that. Television is one of the biggest group projects there is. Picture the worst group project you had to do in school and then times it by ten. Welcome to the television and film industry. The fact that any film or show, even the truly awful ones, gets made is nothing short of a miracle given all the people involved and all the ways the ball can be dropped. As a show runner, you are answering to multiple executives, to the creators, to the executive producers, to your own writers' room, and to the fans. You are trying to balance what everyone tells you to do, what the fans want you to do, and what you and your (hopefully trusted) writing team want and plan to do. I could never be a show runner and while there are quite a few with whom I've got bones to pick, I cannot deny that they all do a job I would never, ever be capable of pulling off. I'd quit on day three.

So, yeah, they gave Buck a temporary girlfriend as filler, to kinda cap off his current arc if this was the end, or to provide more layers to his full arc if they got another season. If you don't like that, then that's okay. Nobody is telling you to like it. When you come into someone's inbox like this, the assumption is that you're looking to be reassured, and so that's why you're getting the responses that you are. The previous people who've answered you have been trying to reassure you and allay the concerns you seem to have.

But it seems to me like you want a more full conversation, and possibly, that you just want to rant and vent. That's fine, but find a friend for that. Join a discord server. Because when you send the same stuff over and over again to different people, all of whom give you basically the same reply, it just makes you look like a very obstinate stick in the mud who wants everyone else to join them in being upset, and people don't much like having the same conversation multiple times, or being pushed into being upset when they're not.

You might just have to agree to disagree, and move on. Find other ways to get this out of your system, because my inbox, and the inboxes of others, is not the place for your venting in circles.

Now, in spite of my firm tone, I hope you will believe me when I say that I hope you're taking care of yourself, and that you are staying safe in this scary world, and that you have a good rest of your day.

[samuraisharkie]

If you’re putting off loud ass firework tonight in the suburbs around other houses, let it be known I hate you. nearly kills my dog every year.

[carmarriage]

finiched rewatching transformers animated this fine afternoon 👍 tfa shockwave is sooooo good. i love how compared to autobots he's this huge scary monsterdude but when he's with the other decepticons he's a skinny little nerd getting his shit kicked in constantly. truly impeccable

[cameronsprincess]

KINKTOBER DAY ONE: BDSM w/ Rafe

CW: bondage, gagging, slapping, pussy slapping, praise and degrading, unprotected piv sex, dom!rafe, sub!reader. 18+ ONLY!

kinktober masterlist — rafe cameron masterlist

𓆩♡𓆪

“that’s it, you’re doing so fuckin’ good, princess. takin’ my cock like the good little whore you are.”

you yank your hands downward, pulling at the ropes that bound your wrists to the bed and making them tighten. a loud, muffled whine escapes you, drool spilling down past the ball gag that sits in your mouth and down your chin.

rafe slows his hips, stilling inside you before landing a harsh slap on your sensitive cunt. “stop yankin’ your arms, alright? unless you want me to keep slapping this pretty face and pussy.”

tears spill past your bottom lashes as rafe continues his brutal assault on your cunt. his hips smash harshly against yours with each inward thrust.

he slaps your pussy again, the sting sending an ungodly amount of pain and pleasure jolting through your body. his large hands tightly grip your hips, lifting your ass up off the bed as he continues rutting his hips into yours.

the room is filled with your muffled cries and the lewd sounds of your wetness as he pounds himself inside you. relentless, brutal thrusts have your toes curling, and you yank at your bound wrists again. the rough material of the rope digs into your delicate skin, and you’re sure you’ll have bruises, but you’re too far gone to care right now, in fact, you enjoy the marks left behind when rafe fucks you like this.

rafe removes his right hand from your hip, running it up the length of your stomach, breasts, and neck, reaching your face. his long, ringed fingers grip your cheeks tightly.

“the fuck did i say about yanking your arms? huh? you disobeying my orders? does my little slut not want to cum tonight? hmm?” slap. the force of his hand across your cheek has more tears spilling from your eyes, and you try to cry out a response. nothing but drool and muffled words fall from your mouth. rafe chuckles at your pathetic attempt at talking. “shut the fuck up, you don’t speak unless i say, you sound dumb trying to talk with this ball gag in your mouth.”

rafe releases his left hand from your hip, letting your body fall onto the mattress with a thud, his cock slipping from you in the process. he reaches forward and undoes one of the knots from your wrist before moving to do the other. he repeats the actions with the knots that bound your feet to the end of the bed. you blink once. twice. confused at what he’s doing, but you know better than to ask. he slides his hand under your back and effortlessly flips you onto your stomach. grabbing your right wrist, he ties the rope back around it and then secures it to the bed frame, repeating his actions with your left.

once he’s satisfied with the tightly tied ropes, he lifts your ass up and into the air, giving him a perfect view of your slick folds. “my pussy is so perfect, so fuckin’ wet f’me and begging to be filled with my cock.”

a muffled scream escapes you when his hand harshly slaps your pussy, causing your hips to jerk forward. rafe chuckles, slapping your pussy again. and again. and again.

after multiple slaps to your now red and sore cunt, he pushes himself back inside you without warning, filling you to the hilt. you can feel him in your stomach from this position, each slow, hard thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“so fuckin’ pretty.” thrust. “all fuckin’ mine.” thrust.

that all too familiar tightening in your lower belly begins to build as your pussy clenches around rafe’s cock, sucking him in deeper, begging to milk him for every last drop of cum he has to offer.

his hands make purchase on your hips, using them as support to fuck himself into you harder, faster. “your pussy is squeezin’ me baby, does my girl wanna cum?”

you arch your back more in response, your head falling forward. a series of muffled whines, moans and curses slip freely from you as your pussy continues to squeeze around rafe’s dick. he gives two hard thrusts, the swollen tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot and sending you over the edge.

you bite down on the gag in your mouth, screaming out for him as your body convulses. you try and yank your arms free from the ropes that bound them to the headboard, but it only tightens them, biting into your soft flesh and straining your shoulders from the position you’re in.

“that’s it, such a good girl. makin’ such a mess on my cock, princess.”

your chest heaves up and down, your breathing erratic as rafe fucks you through your high and chases his own. you know he’s close when you hear him panting behind you, the loud slaps of his balls against your pussy bounce off walls. his dick swells inside you and he cums with a groan and call of your name.

“fffuck! such a good fuckin’ girl. my good fuckin’ girl.”

𓆩♡𓆪

[misaamoure]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭:

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨? 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨… 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫!!

⋅ ˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬:

“Nnngh, Sylus,” You groaned, tossing your head back into the pillow. “It hurts!”

“I know I know. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Things had gotten a little toooo intense last time the two of you had sex.

You really did have a knack for riling Sylus up. And he played into you every single time. Without fail.

You had been loving it in the moment, throwing your ass back on him and asking him for more.

Sylus rooted a hand in the back of your hair, pulling your back to make eye contact with him.

“Are you going to be a good girl? Hm? Or do I have to punish you again?” He spoke through gritted teeth, speeding up his thrusts.

“Punish me! Oh my… fucking god Sylus please punish me…!”

And he did just that. Making you count each hard smack to your ass as he pounded you into the mattress.

As I said earlier, you were absolutely loving it, creaming all over his cock and driving him just as crazy.

It was after you two had finished, and resorted to cuddling in bed together that your problem had started.

At first it was light stinging… nothing out of the ordinary. This was usual after he spanked you.

But then the stinging evolved to a deeper pain. Slightly deeper than other times, and a little more intense than you cared to deal with.

Awww, poor you.

“Fuck, this is all your fault!” You swatted at Sylus weakly, something he easily dodged.

And the nerve of this asshole… he chuckled in response.

“The fuck are you laughing at? Do something you stupid prick!” Oh if looks could kill.

“Alright. As you wish.” He responded almost immediately, raising your suspicions. Usually he would try and fuck with you more.

You felt the bed dip as he moved, and then you felt him pull your hips off the bed so you were in a slight arch.

“What are you- ack!” You were even more surprised as he pulled your panties down with one swift movement.

“I’m kissing it better, sweetie,” You felt him fondle your ass cheeks before giving the sore red spot a gentle kiss. “Didn’t you want me to do something?”

One kiss. And another. And another. To all the areas that were aching and tender.

You were extra sensitive in those spots, making the feeling all the more intense.

“Sylus…” You sighed out dreamily once he started to knead at your lower back in tandem with the kisses.

Well… it actually felt quite soothing.

“Oh? My kitten finally stopped hissing and scratching. Have I finally pacified her?” You felt the deep rumble of his laughter against your skin.

With his gentle touches and light massage to your lower back… you felt yourself relax and allow yourself to be indulged in his care.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞:

“I’m sorry Y/N. I should’ve had more restraint. Forgive me.”

The look of remorse in Zayne’s eyes was unmistakable.

He had let a moment of raw passion in the bedroom get to him.

Zayne had just gotten back from one of his business trips in the arctic. He barely had time for himself in those few days… let alone you.

Just the whiff of your perfume as you jumped into his arms at the airport was enough to drive him insane.

You thought that Zayne had been even more quiet than usual on the way back to his place… and just as you were about to ask him what was wrong, he practically jumped you.

Peeling off all your clothes and quickly warming you up to take his cock.

Bouncing you on his lap and using you like a human fleshlight… Zayne got an exclusively good view of your neck and chest.

And then he had a thought. One that bore deep into his brain and stripped him of reason.

“I want to mark you,” He said breathlessly, running his hand up your body to grip at your neck. “Can I? May I?”

Trying to make sense of his request through the shockwaves of pleasure, you nodded fervently.

That was all the confirmation Zayne needed.

One hickey on your neck. Another on your chest. And then another. And another. And another.

Soon after you had too many to count. It looked like a rash had spread over your collarbones.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Zayne took your hands in his as he looked you in the eye.

He was being so serious about something so small… it honestly made you laugh.

“Zayne, it doesn’t particularly hurt. You don’t have to apologize. I feel fine.” You caressed his face with your hands, which he leaned into.

“You say that, but still,” Zayne sighed. “I should have restrained myself.”

Little did he know you fucking loved it when he didn’t restrain himself.

You found yourself giggling again.

“If you feel that bad,” You leaned forward to bite his bottom lip playfully. “Kiss it better. Yeah?”

Zayne gave you an odd look before pulling you closer.

Leaning your head to the side to give him access, you held his shoulders as he leaned into you.

Feeling his soft lips kiss at the hickeys he left on you, you gasped and dug your nails into him.

The marks were so sensitive… it felt so good.

“Like that,” He pressed another kiss to a hickey on your collarbone. “Does that make it better?”

You hugged him even closer than before.

“A little more.”

And he did just as you asked as you melted into his touch.

[kinascum]

TAG! - M. STURNIOLO

SYNOPSIS: What happens when your brother's best friend pushes your boundaries in a thrilling encounter?

CONTENTS: nls!reader, explicit sexual content, strong language, power dynamics, degradation, chasing? primal? idk, no actual piv, oral (male), semi-public, humiliation.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

pt2 (chris)

You sit around the kitchen table of the cozy cabin, the glow of the moonlight spilling in through the windows, casting shadows across the well-worn Monopoly board. The laughter and banter of the evening's game slowly die down as the last few hotel properties are snatched up, and the bank is declared bankrupt. Your brother Nate, and his best friends, grin at each other, the competitive spirit still lingering in the air. It's late, and the yawns start to take over, signaling the end of the night.

The cabin's wooden floorboards creak as everyone heads to their designated sleeping areas. The fireplace crackles, casting a warm, flickering light across the room. You settle into your bed, but the excitement of the day keeps sleep at bay. The rustling of blankets and muffled snores from your brother's room reminds you that you're not the only one who remains restless.

The whispers of the night beckon you and you find yourself tiptoeing to the bedroom door. You peek into the hallway, noticing a sliver of light seeping out from under Matt's door. Curiosity piqued, you ease the door open to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, staring at the floor. "Can't sleep either?" he asks, looking up and catching your gaze.

"Yeah, it's like my brain won't shut up," you admit, stepping into the room. "Wanna go outside for some fresh air?"

Matt nods, a glint in his eye. "How about we play a game to pass the time?"

Intrigued, you follow him out into the cool night, the crunch of gravel underfoot. The moon casts a silver path down to the lake, where the water laps gently against the shore. The air is alive with the scent of pine and the distant sound of an owl's hoot.

"Okay, I'll chase you," he says with a smirk, "and if I catch you, I win."

You laugh, thinking it's just a way to burn off some energy. "What do I get if I win?"

"We'll see," he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ready or not, here I come!"

And with that, he's off, his sneakers pounding the ground as he sprints towards you. You squeal, the thrill of the chase igniting your senses. As you dart away from him, the night air feels alive with electricity, your heart pounding in your chest. This is the kind of thrill you live for, the kind that makes you feel alive.

The game starts innocently enough, the two of you weg through the trees, laughing and panting. But as the minutes tick by, the adrenaline turns into something else. Something you've felt simmering between you for a while now, something you've been too scared to acknowledge. The wind carries the scent of him, a tantalizing mix of aftershave and pure masculine energy. Your skin tingles with anticipation, and you start to feel the heat building deep within you.

Matt's breath is hot on your neck as he catches up, his strong hands grabbing you around the waist. You gasp, feeling his solid body pressed against yours, the game turning into something much more primal. You can feel the heat of his body overcome yours, and it sends a shockwave through your core. This isn't just a game anymore; it's a dance of desire that you're both eager to explore.

He whispers in your ear, his voice thick with lust, "I win."

With a firm grip, he spins you around and pushes you to your knees. You look up at him, a mix of fear and excitement swirling in your eyes. He's serious. The gravity of the moment hits you like a ton of bricks, but you don't resist. You want this. You've wanted this for a long time.

He unbuckles his belt, the metal clinking in the stillness of the night, and unzips his pants, pulling out his hard cock. "You know how this goes," he murmurs, stroking himself, watching you with a hungry gaze. "You're gonna let me use that pretty little throat?"

Your heart races as you lean in, your mouth watering despite the fear. You wrap your lips around him, and he groans, his hand tangling in your hair. He's not gentle, pushing deeper into your mouth, his grip tightening with every moan. The taste of him fills your senses, a mix of salt and earth, and you can't help but feel a twinge of excitement. This isn't how you thought this night would go, but the way he's looking at you, the way he's holding you, it's like he's claiming you, and it turns you on more than you ever thought possible.

You try to keep up, but he's too much for you. You gag, and he laughs, a dark sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Look at you," he says, "such a good little slut, take it." Spit trails down your chin, and your eyes water, but you don't stop. You can't. The thrill of it all is too intense.

"I bet Nate never knew what a whore you are," he murmurs, his voice low aging. "Letting me fuck your mouth out here like some cheap hooker." His words are like a slap in the face, but they only serve to make you wetter. Your eyes narrow as your brows chisel in, but you're his, and you're letting him do this to you. It's a power play, and you're both acutely aware of it.

"Oh, you're mad?" He laughs. The sound of branches underfoot in the distance makes your heart leap. "Better hurry up," he says, his eyes glinting with excitement, "or Chris might find you like this and want a taste" The thought sends a jolt of fear and arousal through you. "Oh, but you'd love that, being used by both your brother's best friends?" Your mind races. What would Nate think if he found you like this? What would Nick do? The possibility of getting caught only adds to the thrill.

Matt's hand moves to your chin, holding it in a firm grip as he fucks your mouth harder, faster. "Take it, baby," he growls, his hips bucking against your face. "You like it, huh?" You nod, unable to speak with his cock lodged in your throat, you mumble around his shaft. You do love it. The degradation, the power he has over you in this moment, it's intoxicating.

Finally, with a grunt, he pulls out, coming all over your face and chest. You collapse back onto the ground, gasping for air, your heart racing and your eyes like storms behind shed tears. He wipes his dick off your shirt, smiling down at you like he's just conquered the world. "You've always been mine, don’t get mad now," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. He leans down, his hand on your jaw suddenly pulls away and the sing on your face is accompanied by the hot spit thrown at you. "Mine to use whenever I want."

The night air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and you can't help but feel a little bit used. But you don't care. You're his, and that's all that matters. The tension between you is palpable, the line between friendship and something darker is now irrevocably blurred. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, tasting him on your lips, and wonder if this is the start of something new.

As you both catch your breath, the sound of footsteps grows louder. Panic flares in your chest. "we have to get back." You stumble to your feet, your legs wobbly from the intense experience. Matt chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants.

Together, you sneak back towards the cabin, your heart pounding in your ears. As you enter the cabin, you see the light from Nate's room is now off. Did he hear you? Did he know what was happening outside?

You slip into your bed, your body still humming with desire, your mind racing with thoughts of what's to come. The lines between friendship and lust have been crossed, and there's no going back.

tags! @sturnstvs @gxldenlush @immattsslut @slut4chriss @stasiesturn @jetaimevous @solarsturniolo @watercolorskyy @thedarkqueenofavalon @meowira @secretagentspy @shadowthesim @baileysturns

love, paz<3

[mariasont]

Hii! I saw this gif earlier today and I literally had a brain wave of an idea for fan fic!

Based off this gif below. S2!reid x reader. Reader has called off sick for a few days now and Spencer has been “looking after them” (ifyky) and one of bau members actually comes to help them with their “sickness” and sees Spencer leave like the gif below and he is like “hey.. wow” awkward! (Can be light smug or implied, up to you!!)

Looking After You - S.R

a/n: um i loved writing this one tehe, ur mind is amazing and i thank you for trusting me to make it come to life

masterlist

pairings: spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smutsy, spencer giving head (i just know that man gives the best head i really can't think about it for long), reader is sick (kind of), morgan and garcia being nosy per usual

wc: 1k

His mouth was on you, head between your thighs as you pulled at his hair, whining his name between moans. He was a genius, yes of course in the literal sense, but you meant in bed. He was perfect and he ate you out like he was a man starving and this was his first meal in weeks.

You had been down with a cold for the past couple of days, finally seeing the end of the tunnel after some help from Spencer. You had been surprised when he showed up at your door with a plethora of home remedies and even more surprised when one of those remendies included his mouth being glued to your cunt.

Each breath you took, you could feel yourself getting closer—an electric tingle spreading from your toes to your fingers, the tight coiling of desire in your belly. That elusive peak was tantilizingly close, deliciously aching, but just out of reach.

Fate apparently had a twisted sense of humor and decided it would stay out of reach.

The knock on the door was like a cold splash of water causing you to jolt up, but Spencer's large palms clasped around your thighs as if to say, I'm not done with you yet.

The sharp intake of breath was involuntary, a reflex as you sunk back into the mattress. Whoever was at the door would get the message eventually. Right now, you were writhing against the sheets with hands forming fists in the curls of Spencer's hair, and that was all that mattered.

"Oh—yes, Spence, please." You weren't certain you were making sense.

He hummed against your clit, sending full body shockwaves through you as you finally released, like a taut rubber band finally being snapped. You were panting, mumbling something incoherent as your hands sought out Spencer's.

Another knock, more aggressive this time. You struggled to sit up, your mind still hazy, but Spencer's gentle touch coaxed you back down.

"I'll get it," he said, fingers tracing constellations from freckle to freckle on your ankle. "Do what you do best, sit and look pretty."

You laughed weakly, pressing your lips against his before you watched him disappear from the room.

Spencer moved to answer the door, his hand barely grazing over the handle before turning it, but as it swung open, the color drained from his cheeks, eyes widening at the people in front of him.

Garcia and Morgan.

He was suddenly aware of how he looked—hair strewn in every direction, glasses resting lopsidedly on his nose, mouth no doubt still covered in you. That thought prompted him to bring his sleeve up to his face, wiping the remnants away as he simultaneously ran a hand through his hair.

But it was too little too late, they had damning evidence against him now. His first instinct was to slam the door shut, but he hesitated, certain it would worsen the situation. So he remained still, opening and closing his mouth wordlessly, his eyes flickering to the soup and tissues they presented.

"Are we at the wrong apartment?" Penelope whispered, not-so-discreetly, to Morgan.

"Nope, this is definitely the right apartment." Morgan said, smirking as he clasped Spencer on the shoulder. "You've been taking care of her, huh, Reid?"

"Time out!" Penelope squealed, her hands jumping up, almost dropping the soup in the process. "You and—, and you guys are? You're lying. Oh my stars, wait, what were you two doing? Why do you look like you've been... oh, don't tell me!"

Spencer could feel the pink suffusing his face, fingers pinching his brow as he started to shut the door. He should know better than to check the peep hole before opening the door.

Morgan's hand stuck out, preventing the door from shutting any further.

"Hold your horses, pretty boy," Morgan teased, nudging Spencer aside without waiting for an invitation. His eyes darted around your living room as if he would find you. "At least let us do what we came here to do."

Penelope started to set her stuff on the coffee table, her face displaying her thrilled emotions like an open book.

"I can't wait for JJ to know about this, she's going to freak," Garcia says, clasping on to Morgan's arm.

Morgan laughed, patting her hand as he shook his head. "No one is going to tell anyone. Your secret is safe with us, pretty boy. We're a vault, aren't we, baby girl?"

"Yeah, okay, fine," Penelope started, lips pursing as she peered into the kitchen. "But just so we're clear, this is going to be like swallowing a live grenade of gossip.

Now it was Spencer's turn to laugh, head shaking as he pushed his glasses to the top of his nose.

"Thanks, guys. I'm sure she's going to appreciate this."

He nodded towards the items, disregarding their comments as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, walking them both to the door and hoping to the gods you would stay put.

"Alright, we'll let you get back to... whatever this is," Morgan conceded, hands shooting up in defense as he stepped out the door. "But hey, you make her cry, and I'll be using those spaghetti limbs of yours to mop the floor."

"Morgan!" Penelope said, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Unnecessary, but understood," Spencer said, waving towards the exit. "Now, if you wouldn't mind..."

He could feel the migraine coming on.

"Oh my god."

They were both looking behind him, he followed their gaze, seeing you standing there just outside the bedroom door, wearing his boxers and one of his Star Trek shirts.

He slammed the door shut.

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Husband Izuku who still gets misty eyed whenever he revisits your wedding photo album because he just cannot believe that you're actually his.

Husband Izuku who secretly dreamt of a life together with you ever since your first date, but he would never admit to it.

Husband Izuku who has your bright smiley face as his phone wallpaper and takes every opportunity presented to show you off to whoever is unfortunate enough to be subjected to him twittering on for hours at times about his beautiful wife, you.

Husband Izuku who showers you with gifts, with or without an occasion, and who anticipates your reaction eagerly with a goofy smile and a glint in his eye.

Husband Izuku who never fails to mention you during interviews, mouthing a shy greeting and a quiet "I love you" your way because he knows you'd be watching.

Husband Izuku who often cooks for you despite him being terrible at it, but he's stubborn and determined to learn from his mistakes because his goal is to prepare something worthy of your taste, and you love him for even trying.

Husband Izuku who dreams of having kids with you but never pushes the subject because he respects your body, and knows that you're the only one who can decide if and when to do it.

Husband Izuku who is mostly careful with your body, so sweet and attentive with his gentle touches and soft kisses as he covers every speck of you while moving slowly and deeply into your heat.

Husband Izuku who -despite his innocent demeanor- can actually sometimes be a beast during your intimate times together, pounding you into the mattress or any flat surface he can get you on, and watching as your eyes roll back and mouth falls open when you start fluttering around him as shockwaves of pleasure ripple through you.

Husband Izuku who obviously loves filling you up with his pearly seeds everytime he's allowed, and fantasizes about the day he'll finally get you pregnant.

Husband Izuku who almost chokes up when you place his hand on your belly and murmur into his ear that he is to be a father.

Husband Izuku who effortlessly memorizes every pregnancy book written, and you find it astounding that he knows about the subject more than you do.

Husband Izuku who accompanies you to every single doctor's appointment even if he has loads of work stacked up and waiting, he just gets someone to fill in for him so he wouldn't miss being with you during your checkups.

Husband Izuku who spoils you with massages because he's confident in his skills to alleviate your sore muscles and just about any discomfort you might have.

Husband Izuku who relishes watching your belly grow gradually and adores the extra weight you've put on, he simply cannot take his eyes off of you and is mesmerized by your glow.

Husband Izuku who loves kissing your baby bump and talking nerdily to your unborn child about anything and everything, until he falls asleep with his head on your lap and his hand resting on your tummy.

Husband Izuku who stands by you in the delivery room, holding your hand and encouraging you with loving words all the way through the process.

Husband Izuku who is unable to stop the stream of tears rolling down his cheeks when holding your baby for the first time.

Husband Izuku who kisses you deeply and thanks you for the greatest gift he has ever gotten, calling you his hero for being so strong and brave until the end.

Husband Izuku whose phone gallery is now filled with pictures and videos of you and the baby, drawing strength from seeing your faces whenever things get inevitably tough for the pro hero.

Husband Izuku who watches over your little family like a hawk, and whose life mission is to give you the happiness you deserve in return for what you've given him.

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DAY 8 — JEONGIN

★ npr, f!reader, lactation, husband!in, breastfeeding, teasing— lmk if i missed any! <3 W/C: 712

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This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

“Come on, mama, just once? I won’t ask again, I promise!” Jeongin was starting to beg you as he watched you heat up your daughter’s milk bottle, filled with your breast milk. “No.” You sternly. "Mama, come onnnnnn! I will just do one little suck and let go! Please, I just want a taste!” He looks at you with pleading eyes. You weren’t against the idea of not feeding him your milk, but something about it irked you. You eye him up and down before huffing and turning to your daughter’s nursery. Jeongin followed behind you like a puppy, anticipating your response. “I will let you know when I'm feeling sore..” Jeongin’s face visibly beamed, and he hugged you from behind. “Cant wait.”

You had been lactating a bit too much that day. You had to change into 3 different shirts because of how much you were leaking, and the worst part is you were already done filling up all the baby bottles with your milk, plus your daughter was full at the moment, so you couldn’t turn to her either. Jeongin stood by the bathroom doorway with a shit eating smirk as he watched you adjust your tits uncomfortably. “Want help with that?” He said it smugly, and you rolled your eyes in return. “Yeah..” and within a blink of an eye he was in front of you, greedy eyes reaching up towards your tits before you slapped them away. "Ow, what was that for, baby?” He asks, slightly offended. “Patience!” You say removing your tee and unhooking your bra, freeing your milk-filled tits, who were begging to be relieved. Jeongins mouth watered at the sight. He could literally see the milk dripping out of your nipples, and he smirked at the sight. “Overproducing are we?” He asks as he cups your breast. You hiss at the touch, extra sensitive during this time, and nod. He watches a trail of breastmilk drip down the valley between his index and thumb. "Don't worry, mama… im here…” he says as he slowly leans down to take one of your breasts into your mouth, sucking on your sensitive nipples. Jeongin audibly moaned when your breastmilk hit his tongue and ran down his throat. He didn’t expect it to be sweet, but he was loving it and drinking up each and every drop. You groaned softly and tangled your fingers in his hair, pushing his head closer. He looked up at you and smirked at your satisfied expression. “Mmm baby… You taste so fucking good… mmm fuck, i cant believe you were gatekeeping this from me for so long…” he breathed out. He latched off your nipple with a soft ‘pop!’ Before attacking the other, giving both of your girls equal attention. The sight of Jeongin drinking your breastmilk was stirring something up in your stomach. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve the growing heat in between your legs. You let out a satisfied moan as he sucked harder. Jeongin sensed your growing tension and the way your thighs clenched. One of his hands left your breast before going lower and massaging your pussy through your tiny shorts. You gasp and bite your bottom lip as he starts playing with your clit. The friction of the fabric rubbing against your clit, and his mouth on your breast sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your grip in his hair tightened as his fingers found your wet pussy. “Getting wet, are we? Is this turning you on?” He detaches from your tit and looks up at you; a thin layer of your breastmilk ran down his chin, his lips stained in a milky sheen. You run your thumb over his bottom lip and chin before nodding and pushing your thumb into his mouth. Jeongin took your thumb in without any complaints and started gently rolling his tongue on it as he stared up into your eyes. His fingers continued playing with your entrance, soaking you through your shorts. The sight in front of you was so erotic, it had taken your desire for more to another level. 

“Need more…” you mumbled. Jeongin put on a smug expression. “Your pleasure is all I need.” This was more than just "one little suck."

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[ 7:26 PM ] — LHS

⟡ ┆ pairing. heeseung x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, established relationship

⟡ ┆ content warnings. unprotected sex, kitchen sex, basically no prep (don't do that), dirty talk??

⟡ ┆ word count. 2.6k

⟡ ┆ note. back with actual written stuff after posting fake texts and the insta stories for a bit now. biggest thank you to @jayparked who read this and left 65 comments on the google doc lmaoo ily snail <3

Wiping down your kitchen counters after an afternoon spent baking, ridding them of the flour and left over crumbs of dough, you feel two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist. The familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne fills your nose as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. His plump lips leave a burning hot trail down your neck, your fingers tightly grasping onto the edge of the counter in front of you to steady yourself as he nibbles on your skin, surely leaving marks you'd have to worry about tomorrow — not that you can bring yourself to care right now.

"Hee, what-" you cut yourself off with a sigh, "what's gotten into you? You just came home. Don't you want to rest?"

Detaching his lips from your neck, he lets his hands wander over your body, up your torso and ghosting over your covered breasts, the touch causing your nipples to harden underneath your shirt. His lips brush against your earlobe as he mumbles into your ear, "Can't a guy miss his girlfriend? I've been thinking about coming home to you all day, and now here you are, looking all nice and wifey for me. Besides, it's Valentine's Day soon. We've barely had any time just for ourselves recently."

"I know," you breathe out, your body slowly melting against his as you give in to his touches.

Heeseung's lips return to your neck, sucking marks onto your skin and drawing a moan from you. You've never been able to resist him, even when you wanted to, even when you tried, when your mind is telling you 'not here, not now' all you could do is give in to his touches and allow yourself to get carried into the burning hot fires of pleasure. And just like previous times — like that time he stole you away during nights out with friends to have his way with you in a bathroom stall, hoping no one would come in, or that time he had you pressed against the brick wall in an abandoned alley, praying no one would walk past to see his fingers buried knuckle-deep inside you  — you give in. You cannot deny the pure bliss shooting through your body, your underwear slowly dampening as your body betrays yourself. 

"Tell me you want me," he whispers as his fingers ghost over the seam of your skirt, itching to dip beneath it and get a feel for your wetness.

"Heeseung...I need you-"

"Even better," he chuckles, gliding his hands over your hips to lift up the bottom of your skirt.

Hand on your back, he slowly pushes your torso to lean forward, your chest pressing against the flour-covered counter — not that you care about potentially ruining your clothes, not when the only thing on your mind is feeling his cock deep inside you. Turning your head to the side, your cheek joins your chest in being pressed against the cool wooden counter, flour surely covering your skin and clothes now. Somewhere in your head, a tiny voice told you it would be a pain to clear up later, but you silence it, shove it down to focus on the here and now. 

Heeseung's hands on your ass send shockwaves through your body, quivering and shaking in anticipation of what’s to come. You can't see anything he's doing, only able to feel his fingers brush over the edge of your underwear, dipping underneath it and retreating again, but maybe the sheer unpredictability of it all is what is causing your excitement to rise with every beat of your heart, every breath filling your lungs.

Heeseung can see your desperation, the damp patch on your underwear seemingly growing with each moment. Teasingly, he moves one of his fingers underneath the seam of your panties again, letting the elastic snap around your skin and drawing a needy whine from you in response.

"How bad do you want it, baby?"

You gasp as he moves your underwear down your legs, your drenched core exposed to the soft breeze flowing through the open windows of the kitchen, "So bad. Please fuck me, give me your cock..."

"So, so needy," he tuts playfully, fabric rustling behind you as he undoes his pants and lets them fall onto the tiled floor beneath your feet. 

Carefully, he runs the tip of his cock through your drenched lips before slowly easing himself into your warm hole. His cock stretches you out in all the right ways, your walls molding to him as you suck him right in, both of you letting out strangled gasps at the feeling of finally being united. His hands run over your back, smoothing over your ass before his hand lightly smacks against your skin, your body jerking in response. A moaned plea falls from your lips, reaching backwards to urge him to finally, finally move, make you feel good, fill you up.

Heeseung is quick to comply, pulling his hips back until only the tip of his cock is embraced by you, just to bury himself deep inside you again with a forceful thrust forward. One of his hands presses against your back, pinning your front against the flour-covered surface beneath you, his other one holding tightly onto your hips to help you meet the movements of his hips. His eyes are glued to where you're connected, intensely watching the way he disappears into your creamy cunt over and over again as moans of his name echo around the kitchen.

“So good…” you pant, your breath getting knocked out of you with every thrust, “feels so good.” 

Hot sparks of electricity shoot through you every time his hips slam into yours, your knees feeling like they're about to give in as you try to hold onto something, anything to ground yourself. You don’t want to cum yet, no, not yet, not when you know you can draw this out at least a bit longer. Having Heeseung buried inside you, his cock dragging against your spasming walls, skin slapping against skin — the feeling is absolutely addictive, and you never want it to stop.

Running your hands over the wooden counter in a frenzied search for something to hold onto, Heeseung notices your struggles, your frustrations of wanting to grip something but not finding anything. He runs his hand up your back, dragging it over your shoulder and down your arm until he reaches your hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, your digits instantly closing around his and squeezing tightly.

"Doing so well for me, baby, just a bit longer and you can cum, alright?"

You hum in reply, not capable of forming any words. All you can do is moan out a gibberish mess, your pussy clenching tightly around your boyfriend's cock with every movement of his hips. For just a moment, he slows down his hips, detaching his hand from your hips to reach down and grab onto your knee, raising it up to rest on the countertop to give him more space to move.

Heeseung can’t do anything about his pre-cum that steadily drools out of his cock, forming a white ring around the bottom of himself, creaming up your lips. Holding onto his arm, he fucks you like an animal in heat. You can’t even form a coherent thought, only a jumbled mess spilling from your mouth as your body lights up from the irresistible pleasure, feeling so full and so wet around him as he pounds his veiny cock into you from behind, fucking you against the kitchen counter. Usually he takes his time: he's gentle with you and draws out the act for as long as possible, prolonging the pleasure for hours at times, so this feels like a complete contrast to what you're used to — not that you're complaining.

Your knees wobble, feeling like jelly as you approach your high at dizzying speed — Heeseung knows this, feeling the way your walls start clamping down around him, and with more willpower than he thought he possessed, he moves you off his cock, a needy whine falling from your lips at the empty feeling he leaves behind, which is met with another light slap against your ass. 

"Turn around, baby. I need to see your face when I fuck you," he utters his explanation, hands on your shoulders helping you turn around.

Your legs shake as you face your boyfriend, the darkness of his usually bright eyes startling you, clenching around nothing as a heavy knot forms in the pit of your stomach. You hopelessly try to suppress the moan that's trying to slip past your lips, without avail, a desperate whine echoing in the back of your throat.

Heeseung coos at your greed, helping you onto the counter just to wrap your legs around his waist. With a strong hand he hikes your thigh higher and higher until your knee hangs in the crook of his arm, allowing him more access to your dripping center. Running his tip through your sopping folds, he teasingly bumps against your clit, your legs tightening around him to pull him closer.

"Please," you sob, your hands crawling at his back to urge him to please, please, please push back into you, continue to fuck you, to make you cum.

He gives in quicker than you thought, thrusting back into you in one fluid movement and filling you up to the brim. His movements pick up almost instantly, hips snapping against yours as you can do nothing but hold onto his shoulders and wait for your high to crash over you.

“Doing so well, baby, letting me fuck you right here in the middle of our kitchen, use this pretty cunt until it's all filled up, huh?"

You let out a moan at his groaned words, your walls clench rapidly around Heeseung as he continues ramming into you, the tip of his dick hitting that spot deep inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyes, and your moan echoes through the room. Your hand on his back moves around his shoulders, pulling him close to you, chest to chest, face pressing into his neck. Your soft whimpers in his ear are about to send him over the edge until he feels your teeth scrape against the soft flesh of his earlobe. There's no way in hell that he could hold back any longer. 

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you breathily moan, “Heeseung, make me cum… please!”

Sinful whines of his name fall from your mouth, repeating like some sort of lust-filled mantra as your walls pulse around him, sucking him and causing him to lose all of his composure — not that much of it was left. Throwing his head forward, he lets it fall into the crook of your neck, his breath brushing against your sweaty skin and drawing goosebumps from you as his body shudders. The thought of having him cum inside you spurs you on even more, your chest rising rapidly as your legs twitch around his hips. Having him cum inside you — even though it happened less often than you'd like — had always been one of your favorite things about sex with Heeseung. Carrying his cum around in you all day or falling asleep with it seeping out of you and ruining your underwear just for him to shove it back inside of you the next morning. He brought out the filthy, the absolutely shameless side of you only reserved for him and no previous partner ever got to see.

"Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock, baby?" he pants out, the grip on your hips tightening.

His fingers dig into your skin, his nails biting into your flesh like cold winter winds. The pain only heightens your pleasure, each thrust bringing you closer to your anticipated release. Heeseung can feel your walls fluttering around him as you're drawing closer and closer to the edge, him following close behind. He lets one of his hands move in between your buzzing bodies, a loud moan tumbling past your lips as his fingers come in contact with your swollen clit. Lightly he circles his fingertips over the bundle, shocks of bliss crashing into you wave after wave as the knot inside you finally snaps. 

Your body spasms as you continuously cry out his name, hopelessly trying to muffle your sobs by pressing your face against his shoulder. Too preoccupied with your own orgasm, you barely register his twitching cock inside you; it’s only when you feel the hot telltales of his cum inside of you that you know you pulled him into the deep trenches of ecstasy together with you. With a loud groan, he empties himself inside of you, spurts of his cum painting your walls white. You moan at the sensation, secretly hoping it would never stop.

Carefully, Heeseung moves your head off his shoulder by tugging gently on your hair as he buries his fingers into it at the nape of your neck, letting your foreheads fall against each other, both of you reduced to pants and gasps, desperately trying to catch your breaths. You let your hands glide over his damp clothes, wanting to feel him right here with you. Your boyfriend leans forward to give you a quick kiss before slowly pulling out of you, gasping softly at the emptiness he's leaving behind.

"Look at you, such a messy baby," he teases as he pulls his pants up and over his hips, causing you to look down at yourself.

And indeed, you're covered in flour and, as you hop off the counter, you can feel Heeseung's thick cum leaking from your abused pussy, the sensation causing you to twitch in a mixture of uncomfortableness and neediness, wanting his juices to stay inside you and for him to fill you up again and again. 

"Heeseung...you made such a mess out of me," you whine as he helps you into your underwear, the cotton fabric instantly getting ruined by your mixed cum. 

His hand smacks down onto the flesh of your ass again, the sensation together with another wave of his cum spilling out of you resulting in you whimpering while shooting a glare in your boyfriend's direction, "Don't be like that, I know you're enjoying this."

Heeseung presses a kiss against your temple, smiling at you and silently asking if you were okay with a raise of his eyebrows — words not needed for the inaudible conversation happening between the two of you. You nod your head in reply, smoothing down your skirt and running your hands over the front of your top in hopes of getting rid of most of the flour stuck to the fabric.

"You got something...right here," Heeseung quietly says, resting his hand on your cheek to wipe his thumb over your skin, earning a thankful smile from you in return even though you could mentally see more flour sprinkled in your hair, "What do you say? We get cleaned up a bit and have some more fun elsewhere?"

His voice drops an octave at the suggestions, head leaning forward to have his lips nip at the skin of your neck again. You turn your face away, leaning back to look at your boyfriend, an almost childlike grin on his lips.

"You're insatiable."

He laughs at that, arms tightening around your middle as he pulls you slightly closer, "Yeah, yeah, but you love it."

You're left to roll your eyes at your boyfriend, not even bothering to disagree with him since both of you knew he was right with his statement — of course he was. And you both know you would never be able to resist him, no matter how hard you tried.

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