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[jojo-the-dogg0]

[notherpuppet]

chaggie 🍨

[reader-from-nowhere]

im sick so im also making Rodimus sick 😛😛 oh yeah and like. meet Shockwave too ig 🙄🙄🙄

[takemebacktowheniwassane]

guess what I'm doing tomorrow woww wowwwww

(process pics vvv)

am I cool guys 🥺 am I one of the cool kids

[splatoonusna]

The Summer Nights Splatfest is a wrap! With a score of 490p, Team Sea have proven themselves the titans of transportation! Thanks to everyone who participated, and as always, be sure to claim your super sea snails in the plaza!

[cavolini-green-tea]

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[unoqlo]

03/12/26: SJS @ BOS | Graf's SHG

[imdabombdotcom]

Shower time :)

Price wouldn't mind hearing you blast music in the shower. it was just your way to decompress, and he liked hearing you sing, honestly. But what he didn't like was how you forgot which song you wanted to play next. It wasn't so much that it was that you forgot, but it was the fact you write your songs on the tile with expo marker. Erasable on the tile, sure. Not the grout. "Dammit, lovie. I told you to be careful when you use that stuff." He grunts, his finger swiping over the grout where some black marks were visible and very obviously not part of the color scheme. He'd scrub it off, and when he was done, he'd spread your legs and bent you over his desk in his office to spank your pussy until you sobbed tell you to never let it happen again.

Simon liked it when you showered. It was peace of mind for him when you started that shower. Made him know that you were taking care of yourself. Don't get me started on how he would listen. He'd stop everything just to sit on your shared bed and listen to the music you liked and sang to. He made a playlist of every song you ever sang to in your relationship. Simon would turn up the radio on a certain song you like, subtly. "You like this song, dovie?" He'd ask, playing it off. "I think it's catchy." He hated it. But he loved you singing to it. He also loved your moans, same pitch and everything.

Johnny was a FUCKING MENACE. Every time he heard that shower head turn on, he'd be stripping down immedietely. Doesn't matter what he's doing. Or saying. Or watching. He's naked in seconds and watching you roll your eyes as you realize how hard he is already. Like a fucking dog. "I heard the shower, bonnie. Mind if I pop in for a quick rinse, honey?" He was already under the spray and pulling you under it too. You wash each other's hair, and you shave your legs and armpits as he whistles, pretending that he's not snickering at your awkward positions to shave your bush. You give him a look, and he gently takes the razor just as you finish. Then, he proceeds to fuck you hard and fast against the shower wall, thumbing over your smooth, now cleanly shaven pussy lips and holes wash your body.

Kyle was the most normal. Though he did get cheeky. Every time you told him that you were taking a shower, he always smirked and asked, "Is that information or an invitation?" He'd always get a slap to the side of the head, but sometimes he didn't, and you'd let him join. He'd massage your shoulders and back, his hands dipping lower to your hips as you groaned, slumping. He'd kiss your shoulder, slipping his cock into you from behind. Slow...deep. Intimate. Not rushed. He wasn't fucking you. He was making love. Then he'd suck your pussy out until oblivion while finger blasting you dry you off and take a nap with you.