yknow i’ve never seen sonic and nick peters in the same room…
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NPMD best line deliveries
oh shit! oh fuck!! i didnt think thered be a skele'uhn here ?!? im so fucking scared of skele'uhnz!!!
dont frighten him pokey you nasssssty boy
were going to jail...and with my luck no one will even B O T H E R making me their bitch...
🐦 heyus the thing about a bãrbĕqüe...it brings folks together...from awl wawlks of laife...theyres a storhé behand everyh burrghurr...everyh kehbahhb...
but I...called God a sonofa B word...who am iaieEUGHAHuhuuuh...
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my friend who’s not into bit just said nick looks like a picrew i will never be over this
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Anyone else wanna fuck Peter B so hard that he briefly believes that he got pregnant? ✋
Just me?
Alright
Peter lets out a string of curses into the pillows as you ram into him one last time, your pelvis flush against the curve of his ass. You exhale sharply as you spill inside him, leaning your forehead against his back and stroking your hands over his soft body. He shivers in the aftermath of his own orgasm, panting softly as he tries to catch his breath. You press a kiss between his shoulderblades and ease your way out of him, taking a moment to admire the way cum drips from his hole in a pearly stream.
“Gotta get a test… in the mornin’…” You hear him mumble, making you raise an eyebrow.
You carefully move him onto his back, though not before pushing the soiled sheet off the bed. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion, but the expression on his face is undeniably satisfied. “Get a test for what?” You ask softly, confused, as you reach for the wipes on the bedside table.
“I’m pregnant.” Peter tells you, his voice slurred and dazed. He sounds completely out of it, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
“Yeah?” You ask, gently wiping away the cum from his stomach and thighs.
“Mhm.” He hums, his eyes sliding closed. “Super pregnant. Got a… tummy an’ everythin’.”
“Okay, Pete,” You chuckle, tossing the wipes into the trash can. “We’ll get one in the morning.” You promise, slipping into bed and gathering him into your arms.
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