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[etihadsouq]

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[chick-it-out]

every spring i Win (the desire to live & thrive)

and Lose (all the gravel on my road to beautiful local ✨️rains✨️⛈️)

[a-teardrop-of-the-sun]

whatever synesthesia or ideasthesia brain situation i have going on is occasionally so funny bc i'll see shit like brennan lee mulligan in a game changer sketch referring to an anthropomorphic number four as "he" and i'm immediately internally going "4 does NOT use he/him, you absolute BUFFOON, 4 is she/her. also 5 is nonbinary. c'mon dude get it right." or like that one book about synesthesia called wednesday is indigo blue has me mentally frothing at the mouth upset because like NO it is NOT, wednesday is a fucking yellowy-orange colour like a traffic light because it's a W-word, you absolute dipshit morons. how DARE your brains' sensory and associative pathways not be tangled up in the exact same specific manner as mine, you're getting it WRONG

[ino]

we are officially in slop season #SLOPSEASON

[terabyte-teddybear]

audino stimboard for @who-let-the-gwl-out <3

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[cerbreus]

i found a hunk of concrete in the gravel around my house that has a lake superior agate in it........

[oumaheroes]

The revivals band sounds aaammmaaazing. Do you have picture in your head for how they sound. Arthur gives me Sam Fender or Johnny Flynn vibes especially 17 going under. One thing. I’m a little confused over who is trans?

This question is best directed to the author of those fic ideas, the wonderful @a-luran , whose creativity and fic ideas continue to haunt me and many others ;u;

Please do ask him more about these AUs because by GOD I crave every nugget he reveals

[beachmere303]

Living in Chiang Mai John and Supalak helped install the steel poles by mixing cement, sand, gravel and water and pouring them into the shed until everything was completed successfully. จอห์นและสุภาลักษณ์ช่วยกันติดตั้งเสาเหล็กที่โรงเก็บของพร้อมทั้งเทปูนเสาให้ถาวร

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[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley who plays dirty. CW : threesome(?), technically cheating but no angst, pussy slap, mentions of masturbation.

Simon hates it when you touch yourself when he's away.

He knows you can't bring yourself the same pleasure he can. So he makes it a rule. No touching yourself unless he's present and has given you permission.

And it goes well for a while. You touch yourself a few times when you aren't supposed to, causing Simon to punish you. Which he enjoys more than he should.

Until you frustratingly become such a good girl, you refuse to touch yourself when Simon's away.

Simon tries everything to get you to fold, he sends you dirty texts, voice messages of him moaning as he stroked his cock, even videos of him stroking his cock. But nothing made you break.

So, he had to bring Johnny into the mix.

It wasn't unusual for Johnny to come by the apartment when Simon was away. Nor was his usual flirtatious personality.

But finding yourself on the couch underneath the scotsman was definitely unusual.

Your mind was mush, eyes rolling back. Johnny had you folded in half, one knee against your chest, the other leg being held over his shoulder.

"She tight as you thought, Johnny?" The familiar gravel of your boyfriend's voice spoke as he dropped his duffel bag by the door.

Your eyes snapped to Simon, your mouth opening to beg for his forgiveness, but whatever you were going to say dissolved into a whorish moan.

"S'fucking tight, LT. Why'd you have to keep 'er from me f'so long?" Johnny groaned.

"You know the rules, lovie. No touching yourself. Think that you could find a loophole by letting Johnny touch you instead?" Simon asked with a sadistic grin. Reaching between you and Johnny, pinching and rubbing at your clit.

"Hah~No! 'm sorry Si!" you beg, tears in your eyes a mix of guilt and pleasure.

"Shhh, no crying, lovie. Johnny's just trying to make you feel good while I was away. He was just taking care of my pet f'me" Simon chuckled, wiping away a stray tear.

You seem to realise that Simon and Johnny were in this together. That Simon wasn't mad at you.

Johnny leaned down and licked a tear off your cheek, growling low in his chest.

"C'mon mutt, you talked such a big game. Make her come like you told me you would" Simon demanded. Johnny nodded, his brows furrowed.

"come f'me Bonnie, come on. Come on my cock" Johnny moaned, pulling your hips flush against his own as he came deep inside you. Hot ropes coating your insides.

You nodded desperately, mouth dropping open and eyes rolling back as you orgasm. A scream of pleasure being ripped from your throat.

You pant and whine weakly as Johnny pulled out. Your eyes snapping open when you feel a harsh slap on your oversensitive cunt. Simon grinning down at you, fishing his cock from his jeans.

"No where near done yet, lovie"

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

just so everyone knows, requests are open! I get stuck for ideas sometimes, so I'd love to hear some of your guys' ideas!

[overtheriver-throughthewoods]

i have 2 and half ish more builds left on witchhazel and im thinking about the next island's color scheme BUT im torn SO

[eclipsturns]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ NOW YOU'RE WATCHING ... uber driver!matt fucks you after a shitty date.

your date was a bust; some guy named andrew who spent two hours at a shitty diner droning about his gym routine, barely looking up from his phone, leaving you bored and dry as hell. you’re more than done with this, heels clicking on the curb as you book an uber, the night air cool against your skin, your little black dress hugging your curves, wasted on a dud.

a black, beat-up sedan with cracked windows rolls up and matt (or at least that's the name on your phone) slides into view, leaning an elbow out, smirking like he’s already got you figured out. he’s all messy brown hair, sharp jaw, plaid shirt unbuttoned over a white tee, eyes raking you up and down with zero shame.

“rough night, huh? y’look like you just escaped a fuckin’ coma,” he says, voice low and lazy, dripping with a cocky grin as you climb in the back, slamming the door harder than you mean to. “address’s set—where we goin’, princess?”

“home,” you mutter, crossing your arms, staring out the window, but he’s not letting it drop, glancing at you in the rearview, one brow cocked.

“home? nah, you’re dressed like that for some loser who couldn’t even make you sweat? tell me ‘bout this clown, c’mon, spill it.”

you roll your eyes, but he’s got this pushy, crude way, like he’s daring you to bite back. “andrew. gym rat. talked about protein shakes so much i wanted to claw my ears off. didn’t even kiss me—just a handshake. a fuckin’ handshake.”

matt laughs—loud, sharp, head tipping back. “a handshake? shit, what a pussy. you wasted that dress on a dude who can’t even get you wet, that’s tragic, babe, y’could’a stayed home and fucked yourself better.” his eyes flick to you again, dark and glinting, tongue swiping his lip like he’s tasting the idea. “bet he wouldn’t know what to do with you anyway—look at ya, all pent up, sittin’ there like y’need a real man to fix that.”

heat creeps up your neck, a mix of annoyance and something else. his words are crass, intrusive, but they hit, stirring the frustration andrew left simmering. “and what, you think you’re that guy?” you snap, leaning forward, elbows on the seatback, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “big talk for some uber driver.”

he smirks wider, cynical and hot, shifting gears with a lazy flick of his wrist. “oh, i’m more than that, sweetheart. i’d have you screamin’ in ten minutes—hands are quick, tongue’s quicker. y’wanna test me? or y’too scared to find out andrew’s not the only one who can’t deliver?”

it’s a taunt, bold and filthy, and he chuckles when you don’t flinch, just stare back, pulse kicking up.

“prove it, then,” you say, voice steady, daring him now, the car humming under you as the tension snaps. “pull over—somewhere dark. let’s see if your hands match that mouth, or if you’re just another bullshit artist.”

matt’s grin turns feral, eyes flashing as he mutters, “fuckin’ bet,” and swerves the wheel, tires crunching gravel as he peels off the main road, weaving into a shadowed alley, streetlights fading to black. he kills the engine, twists around, one arm slung over the seat, staring at you like you’re prey. “backseat now. let’s see how bad you need this.”

you climb over, dress hiking up your thighs, and he’s on you fast, the door slamming shut as he shoves you down across the seat, one hand yanking your straps down, baring your tits to the cool air. “shit, look at these, he didn’t deserve ‘em,” he growls, mouth crashing onto one, teeth grazing your nipple, making you gasp, arching up against him.

his other hand’s already between your legs, shoving your panties aside, fingers plunging in—two, rough, curling deep, pumping fast until you’re soaked, the wet squelch loud in the tight space.

“fuck, you’re so wet already,” he laughs, voice dark and mocking, “this what you wanted all night, huh? not some dickhead too busy flexin’ to fuck you right?”

you moan, loud and needy, grabbing his hair, pulling him up, his lips hovering over yours, breath hot and ragged. “shut up and use that tongue,” your panting making him grin as he dove down, flattening it against your cunt—broad, sloppy licks, sucking your clit hard, your thighs shaking, trapping his head.

“ohhh shit!” you cry, hips bucking, and he groans, “fuck yeah, scream f’me, let me gove you what that loser couldn’t,” voice muffled as he eats you out, relentless, tongue flicking fast, then slow, dragging you to the edge, your nails clawing at the seat desperately.

he pulls back, smirking, wiping his chin, “told ya—hands next,” and flips you over, face down, ass up, yanking your hips back, spreading your legs wider.

he’s behind you now—jeans shoved down, cock out, thick and dripping—rubbing it against your slit, teasing, making you whine, “c’mon, fuck me already.”

“needy little thing,” he mutters, all smug and hot, then thrusts in—hard, deep, bottoming out until you yelp, walls clenching tight. “fuck, y’feel so good,” he groans, setting a brutal pace that felt fast, sloppy, the car rocking with every slam, windows fogging as you moan, loud and wrecked.

his hands grip your ass, spreading you, one thumb circling your rim, teasing, not pushing, “y’like that? dirty girl, bet andrew never even tried,” and you laugh, breathless, “he wouldn’t dare... keep goin’.”

he does—fucking you savage, one hand sliding up, pinching your nipple ‘til you hiss, the other rubbing your clit, sloppy and fast, ‘til you’re screaming, “matt, fuck, m’gonna cum!” and you do, soaking his hand, his cock, the seat, looking like a shaking, sobbing mess.

he���s not far, groaning against your ear “you’re so tight, babe. m’cummin’,” and pulls out, jerking fast, painting your ass with hot, thick spurts, panting,

“you’re better than any date.” you slump, breathless, dress torn, thighs slick, and he lets a low, cynical laugh.

“told ya my hands don’t lie. your tinder guys got nothin’ on this.”

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[vivimura]

titty obsessed riki ─ nsfw, nudity, 0.853 k wc (bye this is so lazy), nipple piercings, big chested reader, requested, hope u like it tho :(

riki inhaled sharply as you removed your tee, those perfect tits bouncing slightly with the motion. 

he stared at you silently, your piercings glinting in the light, those perfect peaks with pretty barbell piercings through them so close to his face he could lean forward and capture one into his mouth.

“pretty..” his voice was pure gravel, and his eyes were hungry. he slowly brought one hand up to trace the outline of one pierced nipple, making you shiver "god, these are hot as fuck..."

he slowly raised his other hand to cup both your tits carefully. soft. goddamn, they were so soft. he slowly ran his thumbs back and forth over your hardened nipples and piercings.

giggling softly at how utterly infatuated he seemed with your chest, you cricled your arms around his neck and dug your fingers into his hair, as if to motivate him to keep going.

he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue playing with the barbell. his other hand kneaded the neglected gently.

you sighed, your face contorted into one of pleasure. the tension in your shoulders drooping, the subconscious frown on your forehead disappearing, instead being replaced by bliss. the soft hair of his bangs tickling against your chest and his clothed torso against your bare one felt so weirdly good.

riki tilted his head up at you through his long lashes, gauging your reaction. he watched your body carefully, noting how your back was slightly arched and your chest was pushed out towards him, as if you were offering yourself to him.

his hands began exploring the patterns of your ribcage, the soft skin of your stomach. he wrapped his lips around the cool metal and sucked gently, tugging on the piercing. 

you let out a small hiss, followed by a breathy moan at his sudden action. your fingers dug into his hair further, guiding his mouth. “gently,” you quietly whined out.

his dick throbbed and twitched at your breathy moan. he softened his touch at your whimper and chuckled, lapping gently at the sensitive bud instead of pulling.

he gazed up at you with hooded eyes filled with a strange mix of lust and adoration, a smirk playing on his lips. "sensitive, baby?" he murmured against your chest, voice vibrating deliciously against your nipple.

“mhm..” you chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully at his teasing. just as you were about to speak, he pulled back slightly with a wet pop, blowing cool air over your wet, hardened nipple.

the action and cold sensation made you inhale sharply and exhale in the form of a whimper. your back began to arch further making your tits push further into his face, thighs subconsciously clamping in arousal.

riki noticed your reaction and a grin spread across his face. the fact that he could get you to be so reactive to his touches fueled his ego and desire to please you.

he leaned in and wrapped his lips around the other side, sucking gently at the bud and swirling his tongue around the metal bar. he pressed his thigh between your legs, applying gentle pressure.

his thigh pressing to your clothed heat relieved some of your arousal, but on the flip side, it made your craving for his touch maddeningly increase.

your nails slightly scraped into his scalp. his stimulation on your chest felt so damn good, not to mention his large hands caressing the soft skin of your sides and abdomen.

he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you from squirming too much, and pulled away to bury his face right between your chest. he playfully licked your sternum and inhaled your scent deeply, pushing his face into your pillowy chest, making you chuckle.

at the sound of your chuckle, he pressed his thigh harder against your clothed pussy, the friction making you squirm and whimper. you tugged at his hair, trying to pry his face away from your chest.

“riki, enough..”

he pulled back slightly to look at you, watching your breasts heave from arousal. he chuckled deeply and grinned. "enough what?" he asked softly, teasingly.

sighing a little out of impatience, you awkwardly mumbled out, "e-enough of... this," too shy to directly express your needs to take things further. you nibble on your lower lip and slightly ground on his thigh, hoping he’d catch the hint.

he chuckled at your shy attempt to get his attention, his eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. he leaned in and captured your lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

riki decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. as he kissed you, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and made you wrap your legs around his waist. with ease, he picked you up and kept you pressed against him, making you feel how is cock twitched in his pants.

he broke the kiss to look into your eyes with hunger and affection, keeping your chest pressed firmly against his as he walked towards the bedroom door, your hearts racing in sync from anticipation.

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[gtfoimrocking]

Driveway Driveway Photo of a large traditional full sun courtyard brick driveway in summer.

[homunculus-argument]

You ever decide "fuck it", put an unreasonable amount of brown sugar into your yogurt and grind a bag of assorted nuts into freshly ground nut crumbs, mix it all together and add some raisins and then just eat your luxury gravel out of a bowl with a spoon.