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Men who will fuck you until you can’t walk but also will treat you like the most beautiful girl in the world are the keepers

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sending them nudes while they're busy is so fun like yes i wanna make u horny at the most inappropriate times

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i’ve got two brain cells left and it’s these two.

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cursed with "do you still like me?" "are you mad at me?" "did i do something wrong?" disorder

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when ur reading fanfic and one character was cooking and the other comes up to them and they start making out and everyones like starting to take their shirts off and the author STILL hasnt mentioned anyone turning off the stove

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Hey J, can you write something fluffy? Any Peter would do. it's exam season and it's stressing me out! I'm just searching for a little comfort 🥹

*cleaning out my inbox, based off some terrible storms we're having in my area. nerdy!peter* also- go me for coming out of retirement, i hope i'm still good 😁

there are three things that wake peter up in the dead of night.

the first was a loud crack of thunder, the second was a whimper, and the third was his skin being latched onto like he's velcro. peter's room flashes when lightning strikes outside his window, rain beating against it like it's begging to come inside.

there's another soft cry, hot breath washes across his ribcage.

'angel?' peter isn't awake enough to make the full connection yet. a pregnant pause, he can hear how hard the rain is coming down, his roof amplifies the sound.

'petey.' it's the soft drawl you have, you're calling out for him like he's your lifeline.

it's enough for him to rid all thoughts of sleep from his mind. 'hey, hey, hey, you're okay.' peter can feel you tremble under his hold, another strike of lightning, he's praying thunder doesn't follow.

'it's bad, it's so bad.' if peter had known about the storm he would've prepared better, instead it caught you both off guard and that made it so much worse for you.

'it's so loud. i don't like it, i don't like it, i don't like it.' you cling to him by hitching your leg over his hips, your arm thrown over his waist to keep yourself pressed against him is threatening a bruise.

peter's thankful this happened to be on a night you were sleeping over. 'sit up.' he rubs your back as a way to raise you, you shake your head. 'i think you need a hug.'

you're up in a second, peter's halfway to meeting you when the thunder he was terrified of hits and you scream while holding your hands over your ears.

peter has a funny feeling another rumble was coming, his hands pressing over yours- you scream again, you swear you felt the walls shake and peter wouldn't disagree.

you dive for him, a bundle of sobs and fast tears. 'you're okay, i promise you're okay.' your chest rises and falls rapidly, you weakly agree. 'i'm okay.'

'i'm here, right? you know i wouldn't let anything happen to you.' you nod. peter keeps you tucked in his neck, he thinks he can hear the rain lighten up, just barely. he reaches for his phone and looks for his weather app, a full radar shows him the threat is moving away.

'hey,' peter keeps his voice low for you. 'look at this,' you peek an eye open and lightly squint at the light, your focus settles in and you finally feel your heart rate lower. 'watch,' peter slides a bar, within the next thirty minutes it'll be completely past you.

'oh thank god, there's an end to my torment.'

'see? i'll will anything for my girl.' it's a nice thought but he can't control the weather. 'you can't control mother nature, petey.' the smile he gives you makes you doubt your words.

'but for you, i'd try.' he's never made fun of your fears, he's only ever been your security blanket when you need one. you can throw him a bone. 'i mean... it did go away after you woke up, so...'

peter laughs, your cheeks feel dry from your tear tracks. you sniff and feel silly for the bought of tears, peter doesn't think you're silly though, he thinks you're brave for toughing it out. he always does.

'you only screamed twice, and that's just because it caught you off guard! you're killing this, angel.' he's always so sweet, out of all the things you love about him, you think that's number one.

pouting your bottom lip out, you give him a small peck. 'i love you.' the rain comes to a sudden stop, peter gestures to his window, 'that's the kind of power your love gives me. bam, i just made mother nature my bitch.'

'peter, don't call women bitches.'

'she's a bitch for making you cry.'

'aw, okay, bitch usage allowed.'

this time, peter kisses you. it's gentle, not because you're weak from the near panic attack- because he's only ever known to be delicate with you. god, you really love his heart. 'i think you're the best person i know. i'm going to look into how to nominate you for a humanitarian award.'

peter ponders it for a second. 'well, the best part of me is you, so i'm not sure how-' you stop him with a light smack to his shoulder, he bows his head and accepts your compliment how you wanted, with a shy grin.

'as long as you keep me around to fight mother nature, i'll keep accepting your awards.'

that's a bet you're willing to take. 

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felt cute, took some horrible photos

@kraekat29 @toomanyfandomsimfanvergent @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @aidansloth

taking this down in a few hours lol

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really wanted to write a blurb based on this so here it is! I’m thinking about it with jittery stressed out s1 rafe.

“don’t.” he shrugs you off when you go to hold onto to his arm, you furrow your eyebrows, looking up at the clearly discomforted face of your boyfriend. “are you okay Rafe?” you ask, concern ever so obvious in your voice.

“I’m fine just. I can’t, right now. why don’t you go get another drink or somethin’.” he mumbles, already digging in his pockets so he can give you his card but you stop him. “no rafe, what’s bothering you?” you keep your voice quiet, so as to not draw attention to yourselves on the rather crowded porch of the country club.

“there’s nothing— why are you being so— fuckin’ interrogative right now?” he avoids your gaze, knowing that he’s going to have to tell you eventually.

“I’m not trying to be,” you frown “I just wanna help you.” he just scratches the back of his neck “look it’s— it’s stupid okay? I’m bein’ stupid.” he stammers out, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m sure it’s not stupid, you can tell me.” you smile, trying to keep your gaze comforting. he sighs and then mumbles “it’s my shirt.”

you cock your head, “pardon?” you ask, not having heard him. “it’s my shirt.” he repeats, more frustrated this time, “my shirt is too tight and the seams are rubbing on my skin and it’s bothering me. you happy now?” he steps away, clearly expecting you not to say what you’re about to.

“do you wanna go to the car and change? there’s spare clothes in the trunk right?” he nearly does a double take, head snapping round to meet your eyes, “what?”

“your shirt is bothering you right?” you say, raising your eyebrows for a confirmation. he nods, “yeah— yeah it is…” and so you speak again “so do you want to go and change it?”

“I mean— yeah… I do I just… wasn’t expecting you to say that…” he scratches his head awkwardly as you both begin to walk. “why not?” you enquire, curious as to why he’s so surprised by your caring.

“well it’s a stupid thing isn’t it… not bein’ able to wear a shirt cause it’s tight…” he sniffs, clearly a little perplexed at the direction of the conversation. “well not really, you clearly have some sensory issues regarding it so—”

“sensory issues?” he questions, and you nod “yeah, it’s like when you find certain sensations very difficult to deal with. It also makes it way easier to get overwhelmed. I have some sensory issues myself.”

“huh…” he murmurs, “didn’t know there was uh— a name for that.” you smile, stroking his arm as you both arrive at the car “well now you do, if you want I can help you look into it?”

“yeah,” he nods, a smile now gracing his lips “yeah, thanks babe.”

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God bless character ai for letting me write an entire fanfiction with several characters. Crackhead or not.

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i like mine unfriendly to everyone but me

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you think i have pretty eyes? just wait till i’m looking up at you from down on my knees with my hands tied behind my back

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boxer rafe with shy reader and he just BEGS her to sit on his face while she’s worried she’s gonna hurt him so he just pushes her onto him while he jerks off:(((

♡ིྀ 𓈒 ݁ ₊ 𐙚 ✱ ꒱ ! ༺

your breath catches in your throat like you want to cry, maybe you do want to cry — because rafe has talked you into hovering over him on the bed, wanting you to sit on his face.

“m’gonna hurt you, c’mon rafe can’t we just do the normal way?” you avoid his eyes and he shakes his head, lips pressed together. you feel his strong hands gripping your ass cheeks practically pulling you apart.

“you think i can’t handle this shit? i fight for a living— sit.” he yanks you downwards, and moreso by accident you drop your weight onto his face. your first reaction is to gasp, because you really didn’t mean to sit down like that — and your knees scramble on the sheets to try and take some weight off, but to your surprise, your fiancé holds you down, his tongue sliding right up to your clit and his jaw extending to eat you the way he wanted.

it’s then you feel it, and your back twitches — begging to arch involuntarily as you moan, to which is responds with an ‘i told you so’ groan. you fight regardless, practically humping his tongue as you whisper out —

“m’gonna suffocate you!” in complaint, to which he gives your ass a medium-hard spank and pulls you up, just to say —

“shut uuup.” before diving back in.

he looked so strong like this, biceps illuminated in the low light, long and rock hard body beneath you. one of his hands leave you for a while, and you might want to complain until you crane around and see the way his fisting the pearled gloss from his cock, the absolute flagpole of an appendage standing up straight making you clench hard around rafe’s tongue, picturing yourself bouncing on it. he’ll let you have it eventually, but for now — he wanted you to drown him.

♡ིྀ 𓈒 ݁ ₊ 𐙚 ✱ ꒱ ! ༺

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BITCH WHO IS THREATENING MY GF

ARGH FINE.

DO YOU ACCEPT FRUIT???

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oh goodness not a sword

are you threatening me

yes I do accept fruit but only if it's arranged like someone doesn't care

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one thing about the naturals series is, you think you know YOU DON'T.

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smash micheal townsend