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ik it’s like the job, and they do this kinda thing all the time - but, if i was aubrey idk if i could casually be pals with him after a kiss like that.

like, the way his body naturally moves closer to her hips in such a fluid manner, his hands are practically clawing at her, and the way he kisses…it’s like he’s has an awful craving he couldn’t place his whole life and kissing her has fulfilled this primitive hunger. his body is responding like he’s wanted her for the longest time.

and they’re just friends.

like other scenarios of the show with them as a pair are very..racey. that’s their whole dynamic, a sexual tension that is suffocating the characters and the audience.

and the director yells cut, they get up and are done, and they go home like that wasn’t pure passion. they come in for work the next morning and they face each other as if they didn’t make out furiously a few hours ago. they go home and come back and they aren’t in love. they aren’t flustered and shy. they are friends. who feel no attraction towards one another.

i do not believe that’s possible

I need this man to kiss me like that. I need him to suck the soul out of me. (and a shit ton of other things that I cannot explain here because that would be very R18 and some of yall are minors.)

Sometimes the best literature is written in a fan fiction.

top shelf // MGG masterlist

summary: broke and having a bad day, Reader runs into Matthew outside a café. after a couple encounters, his financial support and friendship become something more. (Sugar Daddy MGG)

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

completed!

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

*part 5*

*part 6*

*part 7*

part 8

*part 9*

part 10

something something everyone helping each other through their scars something something you dont have to face your traumas alone your friends love you and want to help something something wally clocking mr manfredo rhonda repeating to wally that none of it was real charley picking up the deathplay football when wally couldn't keep a grip on it all of them staring down the table full of charleys and not letting him near the vending machine alone

something something I can't carry it for you but I can carry you.

Part of me will know deep down that I am pretty cool

The part of me that knows I never cared for being cool

Every time I see one of these pics i remember that I was cat woman that same Halloween. We in sync fr🤞🤞🤞

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an older man would cure me

pink cheeks when he talks to me💗🌷

i wanna be her when i’m older so bad