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[amazcna-blog]

     ❛  wouldn't mind taking me on a little ride, would you?  ❜   she's never been a motorcycle type of gal, but the way her index runs the whole length of the cowl's cherry-red finish is a good sign that she might just be changing her mind on that. and her eyes keep moving back and forth from him to the bike, fingers slowly wrapping around one of the grips already ----- ❛  show me how fast this baby runs  ❜

[its-never-sunny]

Here's a sweater for Bob so you two can match!

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...Frag you Jazz. And that ugly sweater to.

Bob wouldn't wear cheap ugly slag like that anyway.

[notjustametallurgist]

"Mmm. So I did." He flicked the tire. "And how fortuitous for me that you were all alone at the time, yes? With just one little word you were bawling, too weak to escape." The mech dropped to his knees, now face to face with Swerve. "No ropes, no cuffs. Just... dresses."

Swerve swung pathetically out as he began to sob again. He wanted this to stop. He wanted to be curled up, alone with...

With Ironfist.

Cuddling, talking, kissing...

He didn't want to be sitting in a chair, being harrassed and molested by some mech hiding behind a mask.