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shelfwar · 1 month

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shelfwar · 1 month

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Is-is-is he biting his lip?

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shelfwar · 3 months

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Rip holding your new born

#rip wheeler x reader #rip wheeler #cole hauser x reader #cole hauser

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shelfwar · 4 months

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Stay safe my friends in the Midwest. We got hit with 2 blizzards in 3 days. With the total of 25 inches of snow. (Dubuque Iowa) the video was taken on Tuesday January 9th 2024. The other two were taken January 12th 2024

#winter is here #blizzard #midwest #guttenberg iowa #iowa news #iowa #stay safe

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shelfwar · 4 months

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Oh my gosh that's fuging cute

Ever seen a poodle moth?

#funny #lol #haha #humor #meme #memes #funny memes #animals #science #tiktok #wholesome #aww #adorable #photography #cute #cute animals #baby animals #moths

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shelfwar · 4 months

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I love this couple!!!

#Kathrine Hepburn #old movies

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shelfwar · 4 months

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I just know that after that night, Victoria tried to call ONCE. Why once tho? Because Simon answered the phone in the middle of a very intense session, whispering in reader's ear to moan louder for him. After she heard the loud noises and Simon's soft voice she never tried to call him again.

simon riley / reader — set in the please love me universe!

fucking while on a call, jealousy, creampie, possessive!reader, vocal!simon <3

you were completely lost in pleasure, eyes rolled back in your head with simon's large body blanketing yours. your hand was clasped tightly in one his as he rutted his hips slowly and deeply, making sure to angle his hips just right so he could hit that sweet, gooey little spot inside you that made your entire body shiver with pleasure.

simon was obsessed with forcing your body to show every bit of what you were feeling. holding you down so you couldn't do anything but twitch and shake, forcing you to look at him so he could see the way your eyes filled with tears when he hit a little too deep.

he's slowly working you up to your 3rd orgasm of the night when the spell between the two of you is completely broken by the shrill ringing of his cell phone on the bedside table.

both of you freeze. it's not the ringing that comes when someone from the task force contacts him. the two of you share a brief look of confusion before he reaches over and grabs the device off of the night table.

you could see the second his facial expression changed and a sense of alarm rushed through you.

"what is it, si?" you ask, tugging his hand down so you could see his screen.

the number was immediately familiar to you -- it was her again. victoria. her name burns as it goes through your head.

to your horror, simon slid the call button over and answered, ignoring the indignation on your face. there's a coy little smile playing at the edge of his lips and you want to wipe it off because it's making you angry.

you can hear her shrill voice yapping away the second he answers, pressing the speaker button and tossing the device onto the bed.

you try to tune in to what she's saying but he starts rutting his hips, grinding his pelvis against your clit while he's got his cock snug inside your gooey cunt.

your eyes roll back at the feeling and you can't help the way you gasp from how good it feels.

"that's it, baby," simon coos, sitting back on his heels so he can bring his thumb down to lightly pet the swollen bud of your clit. the makes you moan louder and you faintly hear her voice from the phone ask, "si? what are you doing?"

hearing her call him that - so familiarly, like she has any claim over him makes you seethe.

simon grins when he sees that jealous flare in your eyes. he thinks it's cute - that you of all people are jealous. don't you know that he's completely and utterly devoted to you?

he pulls out just a little bit only to stuff his cock back inside. that pulls a beautiful moan from you that makes her go silent on the line. she calls his name again, clearly growing more agitated and humiliated.

"c'mon, sweetheart," he coos to you, "hold your legs for me, let me get real deep, yeah?"

you immediately do as you're told, wrapping your arms around your knees and pulling them back against your chest. the position allows him to get even deeper, pressing against that little spot deep inside that makes your toes curl and cries of pleasure rip from your chest.

he starts fucking your properly again, sticky sounds coming from between your thighs from how wet you are. your creamy arousal coats his cock and drips down his balls, making a mess of him all over but he loves it.

"oh! i-i'm gonna cum, si," you squeal, legs twitching in your hold but you don't let go, scared that if you move at all your orgasm will be lost and you'll have to start all over, "j-just like that, please don't stop!"

simon grits his teeth, biting back a moan of his own when he hears how sweetly you beg for him, "i know, baby. i'll get you there, you know i will."

you nod your head, eyes wide but vision blurry as it builds and builds until your entire body is tense. with one little pinch to your swollen clit, you cum with a wail of his name.

"shit. shit!" simon groans, tossing his head back to moan, "fuck, that's it. cum on my cock, cum, baby, cum. oh shit, i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you."

his body falls over yours, face buried in your neck as he fills you up just right, his cum oozing out from around the tight seal your cunt has around his cock. his pace gradually slows before he comes to a stop all together.

he reaches over to grab his phone, panting and trembling from how hard he came. when he looks at the screen, he snickers, turning to show you that the call had been disconnected.

you just hope she stayed around long enough to hear that he loves you and took the hint <3

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shelfwar · 4 months

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We think my dad had Covid back in November of 2019. Then he got it again in 2021 less worse than the first time

In honor of finally losing my winning streak and getting COVID for the first time ever:

#covid 19

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shelfwar · 4 months

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Bring the Thunder

Requested by @stellarosedutton Pairing:: Rip Wheeler x Reader Warnings:: Fluff Gif not mine, credit to the owner

No one knew about your relationship with Rip and both of you wanted to keep it that way. Quick, stolen moments when no one was looking, or longer moments in the bathroom shower. Your beds were kiddy corner to each other in the bunkhouse. Sometimes in the middle of the night, you would reach for his hand and hold it as you slept.

The summer rains were relentless. It had been raining for two days straight which was strange. During the day, you couldn't care less about the rain. But at night, it would keep you awake. Especially when the thunder clapped overhead.

You jumped awake, hearing the crash of thunder outside the bunkhouse. Pulling the blanket tighter around you, you let out a small whine. You wanted it to stop thundering out. You saw a flash of lightning out the window and two seconds later, you hear the boom.

It felt like the whole bunkhouse shook. You covered your head with the blanket, trying hard to stay calm and hide. Through your blanket, you saw another flash of light followed by the crash.

The bed dipped down behind you and you felt a heavy arm wrap around your waist. "It's okay, darlin'," Rip whispered, close to your ear. He gently pulled the blanket off from over your head and kissed your cheek.

Hearing the crash of thunder, Rip jolted awake. He was drifting back to sleep when he heard you whimper in the bed beside him. Looking over, he saw you curl yourself into a ball under your blanket.

He remembered you saying early in your relationship that thunderstorms scared you more than anything. You told him about the hurricane you were caught in when you were a kid, how you lost everything. Since then, the sound of thunder brought it all back to you.

Rip slipped out of his bed and into yours. Pulling you close to him, he was determined to protect you from the storm. After pulling the blanket off you, he kissed your cheek gently. He lifted the blanket so he could get under it with you. His knees were behind yours and his arm around your waist.

Thunder clashed up above the bunkhouse and you jumped, pushing your back into him. "You're okay," he whispered. "Just relax, darlin'. I'm right here." You rolled over in the tiny so you were chest to chest. "Hi," he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose.

Another crash boomed through the sky. You jumped, closing your eyes and squeezing against him. He rubbed your back gently as he shushed. His lips pressed to your forehead as he squeezed you tighter.

"Close your eyes," he sighed. "You're okay." You did as he said, closing your eyes. Feeling safe in his arms, you let your body relax. He felt your rigged body go loose and he smiled. "There you go, baby."

Even though the sound of the thunder still scared you, you felt safe with Rip holding you. You slowly fell asleep, wishing every night you could lay like that with him.

When you woke up, the guys were hooting and hollering about the two of you in the same bed. The cat was out of the bag, but neither of you cared. He was just happy you slept through the night. He kissed you gently as he buttoned his shirt, getting a rise out of the other guys.

Anytime there was a storm forecasted, Rip was sure to be there for you and make sure you were okay. As long as he was there, you weren't scared during another storm.

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shelfwar · 5 months

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—Maturing is realizing how hot this actually is—