el lobo maya

Vikingavargkrigare

[darlingshane]

monaco — bad bunny

[spacefarerbee]

Shane Walsh in every episode -> 2.02 - Bloodletting

[rafemccawley]

JON BERNTHAL as SHANE WALSH the walking dead s2ep03 "save the last one"

[buddieloustat]

Andrew Lincoln as Rick Grimes The Walking Dead | 4x16

[spacefarerbee]

Shane Walsh in every episode -> 1.05 - Wildfire

[minidodds]

We do love a man who works for the Sheriff's Dept in a small town outside of Atlanta.

[horrorwomensource]

KATIE DOUGLAS as QUINN MAYBROOK CLOWN IN A CORNFIELD (2025) dir. Eli Craig

[darlingshane]

Jon Benthal as Jack Harper HIS & HERS | Episode 5

[creamsiclemelt]

this is n o t enough

[barrettsangel]

lorddd this was too good not to post 😮‍💨

credit: tomwcc !!!

[chvrlesmelton]

TOM WELLING The Fog (2005)

[wellingsluvr]

sweet

summary: you had clark wrapped around your finger. you were so mean, but clark wants you more than anything. what happens when you invite him to finish a project at your house?

warnings: unprotected sex, sub!clark, teasing, use of baby, good boy, sweet boy. MDNI 18+

authors note: this is based off the c.ai bot CLARK KENT written by DeadlyDisco

credit goes to the author of the bot!

you’d always known clark kent was too good for you — too sweet, too genuine, too painfully earnest. but somehow, he never seemed to notice. everyone knew it — your friends, his friends, even his parents. clark kent was completely, hopelessly gone for you. pete, chloe — told him you were nothing but trouble, that you “weren’t worth the hassle.” but clark didn’t care— he wanted you and he was gonna get you.

so when he saw you and your friends that friday afternoon, “hey y/n” he called out, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “just wanted to see if you still needed help on that science project. or-“

“no im fine really i dont want your help” you say harshly almost making the boy’s smile waver. he recovered that same smile, shrugging his shoulders, “you sure? wouldn’t mind i-it’s not any trouble really..”

a light bulb suddenly sparks in your head, eyes peering up at the tall boy “well maybe you can come to my house after school and we can work on it.” you say with that fake sweet smile that clark has been a victim to for years. you delicately place your hands on his big chest, waiting for the poor boy’s response.

clark’s heart skipped a beat when he felt your soft hand touch his chest, his gaze flickering down to your fingers, then back up at your sweet but cruel face. he swallowed, throat suddenly scratchy and dry.

you never touched him, not like this. ever.

his friends stop and stare pausing their snickering, they watch as he tries to respond without sounding like a total lost cause.

you laugh mockingly.. “so what do you say baby?” that nickname catching him completely off guard.

baby.

clark was sure he was dreaming— not that he hasn’t dreamt of this moment before- but that was besides the point. you had never called him that. ever. his mouth opening wanting to say something.. anything, but no words seemed right.

just play it cool, don’t make a complete fool of yourself.

he still can’t seem to find the words.. you becoming inpatient with the pathetic boy’s attempt to have one simple conversation become quite.. well.. pathetic. “hm guess you don’t want to.. bye clark” you say starting to walk off.

he stammers beginning to panic, worried he’s missing the opportunity he’s been waiting on for a life time. “wait—“ the word came out quicker, louder then the boy intended. he cleared his throat and stepped forward.

“yeah.. yeah, i’ll come” his voice much softer, sweeter now. “i’ll be there.. wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

“.. just tell me what time.”

“hm.” you pretend to think.. “come around five so we have plenty of time to ourselves.” you say with a soft grin knowing this would leave him confused. puzzled.

plenty of time to ourselves.

replays in his head like a record skipping. he swallowed his spit, nervously sticking his hands in his pockets. “five.. got it i’ll be there”

you smile as you walk off swaying your hips a little more than usual knowing his gaze is still on you.. clark kent never believed in miracles— but today? today felt close enough.

the sun was starting to set as clark arrived, backpack in hand. he hesitated before delicately knocking on your door. this felt.. surreal to him. you touching his chest, inviting him over, calling him baby infront of your friends, flashing him that sweet smile.

his mind was racing.

what if you were just toying with him? what if it was a trap? what if it was just another punchline?

he just stands there looking like a lost puppy, “well are you gonna come in or are you just gonna sit there and look at me?” you say harshly almost making the boy wince. he snapped back into reality, there it is. that same bitchy attitude he’s used to. “right.” he said clearing this throat. “sorry.”

he stepped into your house trying to act as if his adrenaline isn’t coursing through him. being at your home felt so intimate to him. almost forbidden. “so,” he began, “science project?”

“oh right, let’s head to my room baby.”

baby. you said it again.

clark’s face tinted pink as he nodded a little too quickly for his liking. his eyes landed on you, taking in every movement, especially the way your shirt hung off your shoulders..

as you both reach your room.. “do you mind if i change first, i just really wanna get comfortable.” you say teasingly. clark’s eyes shot up immediately, meeting yours. he blinked trying to process the thought of you changing, getting comfortable infront of him.

say something. cmon, say something.

“uh— yeah no, no— of course not.. go head. take your time.”

you giggle as you watch his nervous state. you turn around and bend over purposely knowing his gaze is still on you. perv. you pick out a tank top with the word “angel” in pink and some short shorts striped pink and white.

you began lifting your top and see clark quickly turn around and close his eyes. you giggle, “clark its okay you can look.. i know you want to.” you pause waiting for a response but never getting one. “and plus, you’ve seen a girl like this before right?” you say with fake sympathy knowing clark kent has never even seen a girl come close to taking her top off infront of him.

clark stood tall, fists clenched at his sides, eyes shut tight like a kid scared to look at a scary movie. “i have seen girls,” he murmured, voice flustered. “i mean— yes. i’m not.. i just…” he took a shaky breath trying to gather his thoughts. “its not that i don’t wanna look,” he admitted quietly— so low that it was almost like a whisper. “it’s that you’re letting me.. and that scares me more.”

“because when i look at you, i see everything. and if i let myself believe this is real— i wont be able to stop.” he said softly.

“what if i don’t want you to stop?” you say as walk toward him. his breath caught as he feels your hands on his shoulders, turning him around so that he can look at you.

he could smell the warmth radiating off you, smell the faint scent of vanilla in your hair. he felt paralyzed, but not with fear— something much sweeter than that. then he felt your fingers brush his arm gently. his eyes finally widening as he says, “you don’t mean that,” he whispered, voice gentle. “you can’t.” his lips tremble.. “because if you really want me like this— if you want me at all— then i won’t just look.”

“i’ll stay.”

you laugh. right in his face.

“awh clark, you’re such a little sap.” you say with cruelty— “now turn around so i can change.” the boy turns around, hands in his pockets— the warmth he once felt just minutes ago now cold and heavy.

he should’ve known. he did know.

“okay, now where were we with this project?” the girl says as if nothing just occurred— well, it was nothing to the girl— but not to clark, to clark— it was everything. he exhaled slowly. then straightened.

no anger in him, never— not for you.

“right,” he said quietly, stepping forward towards your desk grabbing the chair not wanting to sit on your pretty pink bed. “so we’re doing the ecosystem model?” his voice was gentle again now.

“just tell me what part i can fix.” the boy says with a sigh feeling defeated, “what you don’t want my help clarkie?” i say with a fake pout on my face. you loved this. taunting him. you knew what you were doing— and he knew that. his chest ached. but he ignored it. composure.

“i can manage,” he said simply, pulling out these supplies. “you rest.” you look at him and place your hand on his cheek rubbing your thumb in circles. he leans into your hand and let out a soft sigh.. almost like a whimper. “such a sweet boy for me huh clark,” his eyes widened. “gonna do all the work while i sit and look pretty huh?” he nods quickly, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows on nothing.

“you’re confusing me,” he says trying to sound stern, “stop confusing me.” your face softened. “what you don’t like when i touch you?” he looks into my eyes and his face flickers. “shut up,” he said. “you’re doing this on purpose.”

awh poor boy.

you laugh at his attempt to stand up for himself. “look at you being a big boy and standing up for yourself— ya know clark, you’re really handsome.” the girl says while caressing his cheek

“i’m not one of your toys.” his hand slowly came up— not to push away— but to gently cover yours where it held his face. “just tell me,” he began, “do you even see me?”

“hm,” you hum softly, you have this boy wrapped around your little finger, and you knew it. “of course i see you baby.” you say sweetly trying to give the boy some kind of false hope.

“now, if you really want me to see you— finish that project all by yourself like the good boy you are huh?”

you were mean. but he was gonna take it.

“fine..” he murmurs dropping his gaze on the project and picking up his pencil.

two and a half hours passed.

clark sighs with relief— “i’m done— with our project.” he says trying to throw a jab at you. you smile at his attempt to be “mean,” as you look at his hard work. “you did good clark, i think you deserve a reward..” your voice low.

“oh yeah— like what?” he stutters, “yeah baby, come lay next to me.” says the girl

don’t do it. don’t fall for it. not again.

he gives in— he hesitantly walks towards your bed and takes his seat. a rather large gap in between the two of you— “why are you so far hm?” he pauses to look at you, “you don’t wanna touch me?” you say toying with him. again.

he wanted to. more than anything.

he shifted closer to you making your shoulders and thighs touch. the contact sending a jolt through his body.

“i want to touch you, more than anything.” he pauses. “but i don’t wanna mess this up.” now you pause. confused. feeling like clark for once. “mess what up?” you say questioning the boy.

“i-im afraid you’ll only tease me again.” he admits

your heart slightly warms, finally feeling sympathy for clark seeing the way his face drops— you put your hand on his cheek once again, “awh i’m sorry baby i won’t tease you anymore.” yea you feel bad— but you can’t help but play with him a little. he’s so submissive and desperate under your touch. that’s what you’ve always loved about him.

“you say that now,” he whispered, voice breaking. “but tomorrow.. will i be another joke? another story for your friends?”

“no baby.. but let’s face it— you were still gonna keep trying and trying to please me because your desperate..” you pout as you put your forehead on his.. “desperate for me huh sweet boy?”

“yeah,” he admitted. voice raw. “i am desperate.. you’re everything.”

a beat skips.

“i wanna be yours,” the boy says sweetly, “if you’ll have me.”

you smile.

“you wanna be mine baby?”

“yeah, yeah i do.” he spoke with confidence. “just please, don’t let this be another joke becau-

you kiss him to shut him up. finally. his body leaning into yours, his mouth opening to take more. wanting. needing. you take his mouth opening slightly as an opportunity to slide your tongue past his lips. his hand slid up to cradle your jaw as he kissed you back— he pulls back to say “can i tell you a secret?”

“yea baby.”

his thumb brushed your bottom lip.

“ive kissed you, a thousand times in my head.” he says barely above a whisper.

you smile at his words. he’s obsessed. “can i tell you a secret?”

“yeah, tell me” his thumb on your jaw was rubbing small circles.

you began to whisper in his ear “i’ve thought about you,” you pause to place a soft kiss on his neck— “in ways that you couldn’t even imagine.”

clark’s eyes close immediately.

“like what?” he whispered—his hand tightened on your waist, wanting you closer— his body pressed tightly against the edge of your bed. “tell me.” he breathed, lips parting as you worked up his neck.

you continue placing soft kisses on his neck, “i’ve thought about the way you’d whimper and plead for me as i suck your cock,” you pause kissing and licking his neck some more as he lets out a soft moan.

“or how you’d eat me out like i’m everything to you.”

“fuck..” he gasped, his free hand grasping at the sheets for some kind of anchor as you continued tormenting him. “don’t… don’t say things like that unless you mean it.” his eyes were shut, his breath ragged, his pulse racing.

and damn it, he was hard for you.

“hey.. look at me baby.” your words sound like music to his ears. his eyes fluttered open, blown wide with need. he looked at you, lips parted, chest heaving. he just couldn’t help it. he’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted you.

“i’m looking,” he breathed, voice thick. “i’m looking. just… please. i need—“ his words caught as you moved a little closer. a whine escaped his throat. he just wanted to you.

“what was that baby,” you coo “what do you need sweetie tell me.” he swallowed hard— every inch of him trembling. “i—i need you,” he choked out. his eyes never leaving yours. “please. anything.” as his fingers still clutch your floral sheets.

you smile sweetly palming him through his jeans. “yea baby, you want me to show you the things i think about?”

his eyes fall shut again.

“yes,” he whispered “God, yes. show me. please”

you kiss him again and his body arched into yours when you palmed him again through his jeans, a quiet whimper escaping his lips as the kiss deepened.

he finally broke it, breathless.

“you’re really gonna do this for me?” you move up to straddle his waist and then lower yourself down to whisper in his ear.. “of course i am baby, unless you want me to stop.” the girl kisses his face gently. “you’ve never done anything like this before have you?” he pauses as you back up to hold his face in between yours hands.

his hands were shaking as he brought them up to your waist to hold you in place. “no,” he whispered. “i haven’t, not.. not like this— please don’t stop.”

“shhh i’m gonna make you feel good okay?” his breath hitches as he feels you toy with his belt, his cheeks flushed. “just lay back for me and relax.” he does as you say, propping himself up on his elbows to watch what you do. another shaky inhale leaves his mouth as you pull his jeans down, revealing his bare thighs and the hem of his boxers. he lifts his hips slightly, allowing you to take them off completely.

“relax baby, i got you.” clark tries to focus on your comforting voice and your gentle touch. he closes his eyes as you slide down his underwear, “shit..” you take his boxers off, revealing him to you fully. his cheeks tinted pink and eyes widened, as you start to touch him. he looks down at your hands, watching as you stroke him slowly.

so pretty for me clark. good boy. giving you everything you’ve ever wanted yea?

your words hit him like a ton of bricks.

“fuck—fuck please don’t stop i’m gonna cum.”

“go ahead sweet boy cum for me.”

his eyes widened as he reached his climax. his body shakes as you continue to jerk him off careful to not overstimulate the boy. “shiittt there you go baby you got it.” his chest heaving and skin glistening, “i’m sorry.. that was so fast i-it just felt so— “shhh honey,” you kiss him to stop him from rambling. again. “you did so good for me sweetie.” you coo, “r-really.. i tried— i tried so hard to be good for you baby.”

“and you were clark. so. so. good.”

he smiles at your praise. “you think you gotta another one in you?” the girl says slightly teasing the boy. his breath hitched.

“i-i don’t know if i can”— “shh i know you can baby,” he looks at you unsure, “gonna be your first hm, would you like that clarkie?”

fuck.

“yes—fuck yes please i need it.”

you lift your hand up to the boys face. he stares confused. “spit baby.” he gathers his spit and releases it into your hand, “gooood boy clark.” you rub the spit in his leaking cock, his body tensing as you do so. you position yourself and slowly sink down.

he gasps. this is everything he’s ever wanted. you, like this. taking his innocence.

you began riding him slowly, “fuck your so big baby.” he moans at your praise and the feeling at you squeezing him. “fuck! f-fuck mmph please mama”—

fuck. did he just say that out loud.

the word making you ride him faster. “what was that baby, calling me your mama hm?” he’s a moaning mess under you. “shit-shit yes your my mama fuck f—faster please!”

you go faster. the sound of skin clapping together filling the room, “making me close baby.” you say clenching around him. “can-can i cum in you pleaseplease!” his eyes roll into the back of his head. “yea—yea, cum for me clarkie!” he throws his head back in ecstasy, eyelashes batting up at the ceiling of your pretty pink room as he reaches for your hands to hold on to.

you grab his hands gently, as you both come to your climax together. he pulls you close and presses a kiss to your forehead, “thank you— thank you, you’re so good to me.”

you smile widely, “you wanna know something clarkie?” he swallows. “what is it?” he says slightly shaken. “you were my first time too.” the girl says with pure sweetness in her voice.

clark didn’t believe in miracles, but today close enough for him.

[dolly4stxr]

IM TALKING ABOUT IN ITTTTTTTT

[k1tk4ttt]

"not all men" you're right, clark kent would never do this

[slnluna]

SEN SEN SEN SEN SEN SEN SEN!!!!!!!

[retrosabers]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄’𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌.

logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: the scent of you is driving logan crazy.

contains: mild 18+ content. MINORS DNI. mentions of masturbation (m&f), a steamy little make out, and implications of future smut

word count: 1.8k

a/n: not me trying to capitalize off the hugh jackman renaissance and revive my dead blog…anyways, this is my first time writing for logan! hope you all enjoy <3

i feel like we don’t talk enough about logan’s enhanced sense of smell.

the man can catch a whiff of someone the second they walk into the room, even the building sometimes if their scent is strong enough. it’s especially heightened when he realizes he’s attracted to you. at first he thought maybe it was because you were always wearing perfume, the aroma lingering around the mansion wherever you traveled. but then it became such an intense, all encompassing sensation that he knew it was something deeper.

his suspicions are confirmed one night as he walks past your room. if the faint whimpers he heard weren't enough confirmation of your activities, then the scent that fills his nostrils seals the deal.

you’re touching yourself. and he can smell your arousal.

it makes something stir in his stomach. the animal-like urges he always tries so hard to keep at bay threaten to make their way to the surface the longer he stands frozen in the hallway. logan attempts to shake the heat that spreads across his skin as he makes his way back to his own room, but it only ends with him cumming hard into his hand an hour later.

the next day, when he catches you on your way out of charles’ office, you offer him the same kind, beaming smile you always did. then that damned smell fills his nostrils again and his fists curl at his sides once you’re out of eyesight.

there’s only one explanation for it.

you’re ovulating.

which means there’s no escaping his desires unless you stay out of reach.

so for his sake and yours, he decides to just avoid you completely until the week is over. he can’t risk caving to those urges and doing something stupid and irrational.

of course you’re completely oblivious to it. you think that he’s just being weird, going through another rut of being a standoffish loner like he was when he first arrived at the mansion. because after about a week, he’s back to being a bit friendlier, to being the logan you had grown to call a close friend.

then the cycle seems to repeat itself and you notice it’s just you he’s avoiding.

you try and wrack your brain to think of anything you could’ve done to warrant this kind of isolation. you hoped if something upset logan he would just talk to you about it instead of playing this childish game of hot and cold.

after a couple months, you decide you’ve had enough.

cornering him was a difficult task. but you were observant enough to know certain parts of his routine, including exactly when he would be lingering in the common areas after all the kids had gone to sleep. after two failed attempts of trying to catch him in the kitchen, you finally managed to find him alone and unsuspecting.

“why have you been avoiding me?” you blurt, wanting to cut right to the chase. you’re expecting him to flinch a little bit, perhaps even be stunned.

but he knew you were coming. logan knew it was only a matter of time before you noticed his schtick.

still, he decides to look for an excuse, any excuse, to cover up the real reason.

“m’not avoiding you” he grumbles halfheartedly around the rim of a beer bottle. taking an extra long swig, he finally turns to look at you; leaning against the doorway with your arms folded and a look akin to annoyance plastered across your pretty face.

you cock your head to the side, clearly unimpressed with his answer.

“a few days ago, i watched you back out of a room the minute you realized i was in it,” you start to list off, counting with your fingers. “last month you avoided the wing where the gym was altogether while i was going through a new training regimen.”

logan winces at the memory. the scent of your pheromones was intoxicating. so much so that he couldn’t step foot anywhere near the gym without feeling like he needed to rub one out.

“and the month before that,” you huff out a sad laugh, voice suddenly soft and quiet. “you didn’t even say goodbye before you went off on that mission with scott and jean.”

guilt overtakes him quickly at the pain in your tone.

you’ve never looked smaller as you pick at a loose thread on your sweatpants. “did i do something wrong?”

“no,” logan reassures, jumping out of his seat at record speed, though still trying to maintain some distance. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“then what is it? you sigh exasperatedly, desperate to put an end to this nagging feeling that’s been eating away at you. “logan, you know if something’s bothering you, you can tell me.”

and he wants to. he so badly wants to, maybe even see if you’ll offer to help him out. but you’re you. the sweetest, kindest thing he’s ever known and he’ll be damned if he lets his curse of a mutation ruin whatever relationship the two of you have.

but then you’re inching closer and his skin starts buzzing again. his senses are consumed by you. by the way you look up at him with big, wide eyes, the softness of your skin as you reach to place a comforting hand on his forearm. it's all too much, and he finds himself pulling away from you with a grunt.

it hurts to see him retreat from you so aggressively. his jaw is clenched tight, his fists at his sides even tighter as the veins in his arms bulge bigger than you’ve ever seen before. he looks pained. like he’s fighting something internally.

“logan,” you approach him cautiously, unsure of what exactly to do. “what’s going on?”

his eyes squeeze shut at the sound of your voice. “just, please go back to your room.”

“i’m not leaving you like this.”

“m’not asking you,” he grits out, almost like a growl. “i’m telling you. go back to your room.”

now he was starting to piss you off. you narrow your eyes, leaning your hip against the counter.

“or what?”

suddenly he’s crowding your space, chest heaving up and down as he stares at you with pupils so wide his eyes are nearly black. logan’s voice is scarily level when he utters his final warning.

“or i’m gonna do something i regret.”

when you shift closer to him, his nose twitches with a sniff. the raise of your brow doesn’t go unnoticed, and he knows that you’re not leaving this room until you get to the bottom of what he’s been hiding.

that’s when something inside logan decides to throw caution to the wind, just for a minute.

“i can smell you.”

curiosity morphs into confusion at his admission. you shake your head.

“i don’t understand.”

then, the man’s gaze travels to the waistband of your pajama pants, the tension in his jaw growing more taught by the second. his hands flex at his sides, trying to keep him grounded and calm as he finally admits what’s been driving him mad.

“i can smell you.”

the emphasis on the last word takes a minute to register. logan watches as the gears turn behind your eyes, catches the exact moment of realization as your gaze softens and your lips part.

oh.

oh.

slowly things start to piece together. how logan’s behavior seemed to fall around the same time these past couple months. a few weeks before your cycle.

he wasn’t avoiding you because he was angry, or upset. he was avoiding you because you were fucking ovulating.

logan expects you to flee, to be completely weirded out and steer clear of him for the foreseeable future. what he’s not expecting, is the words that come out of your mouth.

“i can help you with that if you want.”

you say it with such nonchalance, such casualness that he wonders if you’re even really grasping what you’ve said.

the wolverine shakes his head. “trust me, you don’t want this.”

he doesn’t quite believe his own words as he watches you close the distance between your bodies. something you’ve been desperate to do for as long as you can remember.

the thin fabric of his tank top and the soft cotton of your t-shirt is the only thing standing between you both. your chests are mere centimeters from touching and logan can feel the heat radiating from your bodies as his confession hangs heavy in the air. then that fucking smell comes back tenfold and he groans.

“you don’t get to make that choice for me,” your voice is sickly sweet, dripping with desire as your fingers ghost over the waistband of his jeans. he feels like a horny teenager as he preens at the barely there contact.

logan breathes your name, a last stitch effort to get you to run, though he knows it’s futile. if there’s one thing he knows about you, it’s that you're stubborn. unmoving in your ways.

and that when you want something, you don’t stop until you get it.

your hand comes up to cradle the side of his face, a rather gentle touch he wasn’t anticipating. his eyes flutter shut as you swipe your thumb over the expanse of his cheekbone.

your words are barely above a whisper. “i trust you, logan. completely.”

that’s all he needs to hear before he throws any sense of self control out the window.

he surges forward and captures your lips in what is possibly the most heated kiss you’ve ever experienced. you nearly stumble over at the sheer force of it. logan’s large hands fly to your waist, yours to the back of his neck as his tongue prods for entrance into your mouth. it’s messy, almost primal as you let him ravish you like he’s been thinking about for weeks.

you moan and he swallows the sound greedily, desperate to hear it again, and again, and again. when his lips move to press against the column of your throat, you know this is going to escalate into exactly what you hoped it would.

“logan,” you breathe out as he focuses on your pulse point, his hands wandering further south to knead at the globes of your ass. “not here.”

“why not?” he mutters, all smirky and smug as he continues to press wet hot kisses against your neck.

“because i would prefer if you didn’t fuck me where our friends eat.”

he laughs, a deep vibration felt against your chest as you absentmindedly grind your core against his. it makes him bring his mouth back up to yours, stealing one final kiss before he pulls away.

looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. and by god you might just let him.

pressing a playful smack against your backside, he gently nudges you in the direction of the corridor.

“lead the way sugar.”

thanks for reading! <3

[tragicbutpretty]

Oh, he’s a slut for pain for sure 😩

*bitting my knuckles & giggling*