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writing self indulgent fanfiction is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

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9-5;5-9

(ariana grande reference)

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this is not prechecked, horrible writing and spelling, i had a dream abt my crush and had to repkace him with peter parker so i was rushing to not forget it!! please let me know how i did 💋 thanks loves!!

warnings: p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, riding, lemme know if i missed anything!!!!

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even a part time job sucks. you would think it would be easier, hence the part time and minimum wage thing, but no. another hour and you wouldve been dead from exhaustion. somehow, though, your boyfriend peter parker was able to keep his energy up all day long. not only that, but your cute, sweet, nerdy boyfriend kept his dick up almost all day long too. he couldnt pass you behind the counter without the whisper of a touch following him, sending shivers down your spine. you couldnt find a moment of silence that wasnt interrupted by a whisper of his thoughts. it was torture for both of you. finally though the clock hits 4. you and peter get off at the same time so he can take you home. your dorm wasnt far from the shop.

peter is like a demon the way he finds parking spots. theyre always secluded, shaded, and free. this time its a little parking garage about a minute walk to your building. his hand on your thighs the entire ride slid a little closer to where you needed him most the closer you got to your destination. the closer his hand slipped, the more you started to loose your resolve. when peter finally parked you felt his hand hovering over me, the spot that you needed him to touch before you lost your mind. he looked at you, his pupils blown, desire clenched into his face. “can i please touch you?” he was practically begging.

you needed this man as soon as possible. you spread your legs and push your hips up into his hand. he smiled at the action but moved his hand, “i need to hear you say it.” you sighed in frustration, he was taking far too long. “please touch me peter.” his eyes darkened with the whine in your voice and he smirked before slipping his hand underneath the thin fabric of your skirt, then finding purchase on the waistband of your panties, before ripping them off you without a thought. “is this all for me baby?” he asked while slipping his fingers between your folds and feeling what he did to you. “its all you petey” you moaned out, his first finger entering you easily. he pumped his finger in and out a few times before adding another, making you moan out. one of your hands gripped his wrist, nothing letting him pull away, and the other was wrapped around his biceps, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his smooth skin. soon enough, hes curling his fingers into and your stomach is knotting up, ready to come undone at any second. immediately he feels you clenching around him and places his thumb on your clit, adding so much stimulation you come apart in his arms, a moaning mess. once you come down a little bit, you notice his arms now around you, wondering when they got there. the second thing you noticed, which made your mouth water, was his dick, hard and strained against his pants. just looking at the tent it made, you licked your lips. peter watched you with lust filled eyes. he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, leaning his chair back and down. you make a mental note to thank whoever made high ceiling cars. once your were comfortably situated, you unbuttoned his pants for him and pulled them down just enough to free his cock, which falls onto his stomach, already dripping with pre. your not sure, but pretty sure you drooled. his arms were sitting behind his head and he was staring at you. your eyes never left his as you reached down and palmed him, stroking him a few times before pushing yourself up and lining him up to your hole. he moaned feeling you against him, and lost his control. he bucked up into you and grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise them. you knew there was gonna be marks later. peter is pounding into you while you moaned on top of him. you grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off his chest as fast as you could, and continued to dig your nails into his chest. you bit and licked the soft spots on his neck, his chest, his shoulders, and especially his collarbone. he groaned into your neck. “such a good little slut arent you? taking my cock like a good girl. your markin me up for every other girl to see arent you baby?” you moaned into his chest, his words leaking right down to your croch. you felt yourself winding up again, clenching around him harder and making him moan out in such a pretty way. you kissed his lips with enough power to clash teeth. it was messy and hot and pure. youare so in love with this man.

he doesnt stop though. too caught up in his pleasure, he abuses your whole past what you can take and suddenly you feel another orgasm coming on. your too fucked out too even speak. you whimper into his chest and whisper unintelligible ~peters~ “cmon baby just one more be my good girl and cum one more time for me yeah?” thats all you need to hear sent over the edge. you feel him thrust into you one last time before releasing his thick, hot load into you. he lets you come down on his chest and finally pulls out, both of you groaning at the loss of warmth. he helps you get back into the passenger seat and puts your panties on you. he gets out and walks to your side of the car. he opens the door, grabs your bag, and surprises you by picking you up full bridal carry. honestly thiugh, your much too tired to protest. you almost fall asleep in his arms on the way back. he lets you sleep. he knows how drained you are from work and school and family. he opens your door, takes your shoes off, your socks, your clothes. he helps you into the shower and cleans you. he dries you off and helps you put on your pajamas. he even carries you to bed and lays down with you. you drift off in his arms. comfortable, content, safe. just before you drift off, you swear you hear peter whisper, “i love you y/n” you drift off just to dream about him.

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i wanna suck his dick so bad

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OCCUPATIONAL HAZARD

A/N: second time writing, dont be mean. definetly not checked, bad grammar etc! lemme know what you think and show some support loves! 🩷

warnings: angst if you squint, p in v, oral (m recieving), creampie, pet names, cockwarming, (lemme know what i missed!)

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your boyfriend was late. again. you try not to feel jealous, hes spiderman. you sometimes wish someone else was bit by the damn spider, so you could have him all to yourself. your dads truck was running out of gas, so you turned it off. sitting in the field alone in the dark, you were scared. tears pricked at your eyes as you began to set uo the blankets and pillows and stuffed animals in the truck bed. you started playing sad music and layed down as you held the stuffed animal peter got for you in your arms, you felt a warm tear drip down your face. its so stupid to cry, you think to yourself. staring at the stars by yourself, you feel the truck sink under the weight of another person. jumping up, scared and tear ridden, you see the familiar face of your beautiful boyfriend. all your worries sink away when you look into his guilt ridden eyes. “i know baby i know im late but there was an old lady an-“ you cut him off by pulling him into a deep kiss. he feels the tears on your face, and brush then away with the pad of his thumb. “you were crying? over me?” you blush and giggle “self centered, dont you think, immediately thinking it was you.” he blinks once or twice. “but it was me wasnt it.” you look away when he pulls you into his arms. “you scared me, peter, i never know where you are or if your okay.” he holds you tighter and kisses your hairline. “i know baby i know, but im here now.” hes an angel in disguise, and you cant blame him. “i know. occupational hazard.” he smiles and pulls you into another kiss. “lets look at these stars you were so excited about.” you smile and lay back in his arms, side by side, you forget all your worries in his presence. your pointing out the different constellations you can see, but you know hes not looking at the stars. hes looking at his star. his favorite. the one who cries over him, who loves him without hesitation, the brightest star in the world. his girl. you look into his eyes, immediately noticing the lust that fills them. he grabs the sides of your face, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks. he pulls you into a kiss, intoxicated by his taste. you sigh into his mouth, feeling safer by the second. he kisses down your neck, sucking slightly leaving marks. “wanna make sure everyone knows your mine.” he moves down more, pulling your shirt off. his eyes grow darker when he sees the red lace you wore just for him. you unclip the bra in the back and he pulls it off slowly, taking your breast in his mouth, you moan lowly, wrapping your fingers in his hair. he sits up to unbutton his shirt, but you push his hands away. “i wanna do it” you take your time unbuttoning it, one at a time. when you get to the bottom you run your nails over his toned front. he sighs and leans his head back. “you have no clue what you do to me baby.” you drag your fingers down, ghosting over his v line, his happy trail the center of your vision. you kiss down his stomach and begin to unbutton his pants, he pulls back to take them off and his underwear in one swift movement. you take his length in your hand, slowly pumping it before licking a stripe from the base to the tip. lightly kissing his tip, he groans and pulls your hair into a ponytail to grasp onto. you lick another stripe up his length, giving special attention to the large vein in the middle, he groans some more, his dick twitching in your mouth. you bounce your head on his dick a few more times, gagging on his length. his moans are rewards. “you feel so good wrapped around my cock baby” you blush at the praise, feeling it go straight to your center. youre soaked. he pulls you off to pull you up into a kiss, while you strip your pants and matching red lace underwear off. he grabs them from your hands and winks at you. “for later” you giggle and kiss him harder, your tongues swirling together. he reaches in between you to rub his til against your sopping hole. you moan and lean your head back when you feel him insert the tip. he groans in harmony. being a quiet person normally, it’s pleasing when he talks and praises you through sex.

“such a good girl, gotta make my princess feel good, wrapped around me so tight” its like you were made for each other. he bottoms out slowly, you moan loudly. he groans and kisses your collarbone, leaving purple bruises. he nips at you and kisses the sting. you grind into his thrusts, both of you moaning at the feeling. you can feel every vein on him, hitting every spot you need him too. “oh my god pete right there please” he hits your cervix in perfect timing. your moans are borderline pornographic. he thrusts hard, thighs slapping yours. he grabs your thighs throwing them over his shoulders to get a better angle. you see more stars than you were, little birds flying around your head. you wraps your hands around his muscled arms. his thrusts begin getting sloppier, and he moans. “oh my god peter im gonna cum.” he groans into your shoulder “with me baby cmon you can do it.” you moan in ecstasy, seeing white when you clench on his dick, you feel him shoot his thick ropes into you. he stills for a moment and begins to pull out. “wait stay.” he looks at you. “what?” you blush and look away but he grabs your face and forces you to look into his eyes. “stay. inside me. while we look at the stars.” he nods, and moves behind you to cuddle. you grab a blanket and throw it over the both of you. you cuddle into his arms, trying not to move too much. you feel him kiss your ear. “my star girl.” you blush and fall asleep in the comfort of his arms. and his dick.

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FALLEN ANGEL

A/N: just a ps. ive never written actually anything before so dont be mean pls, i was looking at my birth marks and had this idea 🩷🩷 lmk what you think and show some support!!

unedited, bad grammar, one shot!

warnings: p. in. v, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, lmk if i missed anything!!

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“simonn” you pull your hands out from under him to wrap around his shoulders. you would be more bothered by his size if he wasnt trapping you in a kiss. hes so wonderful, he doesnt even put his full weight on you, holding himself up on his elbows. “babyyyy” he looks into your eyes, his dark with lust. “youre so beautiful” you feel your face heating up. he pulls you into another kiss, intoxicated by his touch. his taste. him. he pulls your shirt off, not surprised by your lack of a bra, since you never wear one to bed. you shiver against the cold bedroom air. he sits up pulling his own shirt off. he pulls your night shorts and underwear off in one go, standing up to pull his off. he laus back on you, he large dick laying hard on your stomach. he pulls you into another kiss and you sigh into his mouth. he brushes his hair out of your face to get a good look at you. “when i was younger, my mom told me beauty marks were where you were kissed by your soulmate in the past” you smile at his sweet words. “im yours now, so its my turn.” he looks at your face finding every single mark. he kisses the one on your nose, on your chin, next to your eye, on your hairline. he kisses down, finding the marks on your neck, then your shoulders. he finds the marks on your hands and your fingers. you blush, pulling your hands to your face. “no no no. lemme see my pretty girls face” he pulls your hands away, finding the beauty marks that reside on your collarbone. he goes down more, finding the marks on your breasts. you lean your head back and sigh with pleasure. he moves down, kissing the marks down your stomach. he gets to the pudge right under your belly button, and spends some time there. he uses his large hands to spread your legs for him, and you unconsciously look away. “look at me sweetheart” you look into his dark eyes, too flustered to even form a sentence. he kisses downwards, finding the marks on your thighs. “my pretty girl and her pretty, pretty pussy” he kisses around your bundle of nerves, making you shiver, and twist your hands into his hair. “si-“ he cuts you off by licking a line from your sopping cunt up to your clit. you moan loud and arch your back into him. he reaches up to grab your hands, giving you something to hold onto reality with, while he attacks your clit with unyielding attention. “taste even better than you look baby.”

you moan in ecstasy, seeing stars when he inserts his large finger. just one finger stretches you out, and you swear you die when he shoves another in your tight whole. “can you hear that baby, so wet and tight and all for me” he continues his attack on your clit, only coming up for air when he feels you clench around his fingers. you moan and whimper at the loss of touch. “si thats mean” he grins and pulls you onto his lap. “i want your pretty little cum on my dick, and mine only” you blush some more, feeling the heat run down to your sopping cunt. he lays you back down and sits on his elbows and knees over you. “the most beautiful angel ive ever seen” you whimper “si i need you. now.” he chuckles darkly. “your wish is my command princess.” he reach in between you and grabs his long, girthy length, rubbing it against your hole before slowly pushing it inside. if gou were seeing stars before, you swear you met god when he bottomed out in one move. he groaned in tun with your porn star moan. “are you okay, baby, you comfortable.” you cant form words, so you answer by grinding on his big cock, feeling it hit your cervix already. he takes the hint and begins to move. you arch your back hard, your eyes roll back into your head and simon groans into your shoulder. “so perfect baby” he ruts into you hard, and you see the pearly gates. “oh my god si you feel so good in me” you moan out and almost scream when he slams his hips into you. the room smells purely of sex and passion. he slams into you a few more times, and you can feel your oncoming orgasm. “oh my god si im gonna cum” you moan arching your back even harder, white floods your vision. “where baby?” it takes you a moment to realize what he asked. “inside please i need to feel you inside baby” he groans harder and his thrusts become even sloppier. you scream his name as you cum, seeing pure white. you can feel him shooting his thick ropes into you, and you whimper when he pulls out. he might be a certified killer, but hes almost sick as he watched the mix of cum drip out of you. you begin to back up when he grabs your hips and pulls you back. “im not done with you yet baby, still gotta clean you up.” you moan when he licks a stripe up your abused hole, licking both yours and his cum up in one go. he brings your face to him and hold your nape while he kisses you. the taste of you mixed together could make you come again. you moan into his mouth and pull back to swallow the mixture. he pushes your hair out of your face, looks at your messed up hair, your acne, the bags under your eyes, the mascara smudged, but all he sees is perfection. an angel from heaven sent to reward his sins. “my beautiful angel. the most perfect girl in the world.” you blush as he cuddles you tight. he doesnt know you think hes just like lucifer. gods favorite, cast from heaven to be yours. an angel in disguise. all yours. as you snuggle into his arms, coated with his warmth, you think to yourself: you wouldnt have it any other way.

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There is no vaccine for a fungus infection

You telling me three medic dropouts that haven’t done any proper medicine in 20 years can figure out a cure better than a scientist on the top of her field who suggested to bomb the cities w her in it because there is no cure for a fungus infección

A 14y/o traumatised can’t consent to give up their life for a chance to get a slight inside of how are inmune to the infection

A doc and two nurses w crappy medical equipment aren’t suitable to find any kind of cure, even if that cure were possible

How were supposed to develop, storage, distribute the vaccine. Which infrastructure were going to use???

I imagine that Fedra, raiders, rapists and other ppl in power w the current status quo wouldn’t be happy to find out their position of power was about to weaken

In the 0.000000000000001% chance they could get the cure I bet they’d use it as a political tool not in order to save humanity

Joel is acting as in loco parentis, so, he did the correct choice of saving Ellie

The fireflies took the choice from Ellie in the first place.

She knew was she was signing for is such a bullshit argument bc Ellie doesn’t have the capacity of truly understand what is going to happen (tiny chance to get the cure, they aren’t prepared to find it anyways so they would be just killing her for nothing, she’s traumatices, etc).

SHE NEVER ASKED TO BE IN THAT POSITION

THE FUCKING OPERATION ROOM WASNT EVEN PROPERLY SANITISED

Ellie is Joel babygirl and Joel is my baby girl. So if he wants to commit crimes to protect her, let him be

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i need lockwood & co to be renewed not because it’s been my hyperfixation for the past five years and not because i’m madly in love with the cast but because i need to see in season five when they go to marissas grave and skull jump scares lucy and she ends up creating a domino effect with everyone falling down the stairs. i would pay good money to watch that happen on my screen.

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Reblog for a larger sample size for no sample size at all, because obviously nobody will vote

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Fully obsessed with Lockwood and Co's most used love language being acts of service but once Lockwood discovers how much he loves physical touch its game over.

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I’m done saying “I hope we get a second Season of Lockwood & Co UwU”. Now it’s just “I’m so excited for the second season”

It’s time to gaslight Netflix into a renewal

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In The Screaming Staircase, Lockwood is wearing those striped rich person pajamas when Lucy wakes him up. What I'm saying is that having him sleep shirtless was a Choice

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He tries to grin, tries to smile, but you can see how bloody worried he is that he’s really messed up this time and she’ll go. The shift of his brows, the muscle in his neck. 

 He’s a remarkable actor. 

This is his FIRST ROLE.

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lucy and lockwood are literally a married couple. the way lockwood apologized to her in the kitchen?? the way lockwood literally exists for her?? the way he’d die for luce?? the way he literally cut and buttered her toast for her, the way he held her FUCKING HAND.

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Ok look I know we make a big deal out of Lucy get a free pass because "you like the way she looks at you"

BUT I OFFER

Lucy was right there and said nothing

Thank you and good day

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General reminder that Lockwood and Lucy holding hands outside Bickerstaff’s House involved Lockwood passing his torch to a different hand so that he could take Lucy’s, meaning it was a very conscious decision on his part to take her hand and that he was the one who offered out his hand first. 

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GIRLS DONT WANT BOYS GIRLS WANT LOCKWOOD AND CO SEASON 2 (and also season 3 and 4….)