#rylea

[ry-ry-rylea]

"I'm so sorry to hear that." Rylea said to the elderly woman regaling her with a riveting tale about her Maltese named Mitzi with arthritis, trying to subtly catch the attention of anyone to save her. @tfrstarters

[ebodebo]

hey, so…bull rider!simon??

more bull rider simon

“You come to wish me luck?” Simon purred in your ear as his hands gripped the back of your thighs and his body pressed onto yours, stabilizing you against the wall of a rundown dive bar’s back room.

“You’ve gotta be as dull as an ox if you think I’m here for any other interest than self, Beef-head,” you hiss as his fingers dig into the fat of your thigh, etching closer to slide your panties off.

“Beef-head, huh?” He murmurs against your neck as your hands fumble with his buckle, unclasping it before sliding the zipper to his pants down.

“Seems fittin,’” you prompt, as your panties slide to dangle around your ankles. He slips his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. You slip your hand between the two of you to gently tug on his painfully erect cock.

You lean closer into him, lips barely grazing his temple. His sizzling breath fanning across your cheeks as you stroke him. “I bet this one gets taken care of when you’re tourin.’ Huh?” You tighten your grip around him; he releases an anguished groan, fingers digging deeper into your thighs.

“Ah—fuck,” he whizzes as one of his hands releases your thigh and instead braces against the back wall.

“Ya—I bet you find a pretty girl who's just jumpin’ at the chance to touch ya in every city,” your fingers move quicker on their volition, “you don't even have to try.”

If Simon didn't know you, he'd assume you were doing what everyone else does: stroke his ego, but he knew you.

You were majorily fucking with him.

“Fuck—don’t tell me you're—ah—jealous, babydoll,” Simon murmurs, his tone is dripping in arrogance. You let out a dry laugh, tugging his cock slightly harder, making him groan.

“Come on, Beef-bead. You know I don't have to do a damn thing before your comin’ up to me beggin’ for a taste,” you drag lips down his temple to his busted lip. “Beggin’ for a feel of me.”

He quickly moves his hand braced onto the wall onto your face, pulling your lips roughly onto his. He tasted of blood and Nicorette, which did nothing to tamper your reclusions.

Your teeth scrape against each other as the kiss becomes more fervent with each passing moment. The air is now dense and burning with desire.

His hand moves from your cheek to his erect cock still in your hand, cheekily pulling your fingers off to push himself inside your soaked cunt.

“Shit,” you wheezed, fingers digging into his shoulders. His hands wander, gripping your waist impossibly closer, back pressed tut with the cracked walls behind you.

“You’re right—fuck—been waiting to come back,” he pants as he increases his pace. “Just to get a God-damn look at ya,” he spits.

It’s almost pathetic. Almost.

“Suppose this ain’t half bad,” he brashly says. You find a slight smirk pulling at your lips at his quip, though your humorous expression quickly dissipates almost as fast as it came when he plows into you.

You lean your head into his neck, nipping at the flesh, then quickly soothing it with a swipe of your tongue. “Damn firecracker, you are,” he groans into your hair.

When you feel his impending orgasm nearing, you swing your legs down, easing his cock out of you. Slight regret passed through you at losing contact, but you would finish yourself later.

Simon hisses, gripping his cock, attempting to regain any ounce of stimulation, but to his dismay, it had passed.

“If I know one thing about you, champ, I know you don't like it easy,” you pant out. “So I’ll be damned if I let you think for a moment you got it easy with me,” your eyes lock to his.

You’re surprised to find his face paler and eyes smokier. Though they weren’t filled with anguish, it was more admiration.

“I didn’t get to finish last time, so you don’t get to finish this time round,’” you say, pulling your jeans back on and buckling your belt.

“Suggest you find one of your buckle bunnies to help ya out—with that,” you gesture to his now half-erect cock splayed out.

You reach into your back pocket, grasping a five-dollar bill, pushing it into his chest because you could at least give him enough to cover an ice pack.

He grips the money, an irritated smirk playing on his lips. As you leave, you approach the door, dipping your head to avoid catching attention.

You hear Simon murmur a faint, ‘Firecracker, my ass, that's a whole damn bomb.’

You smile because, well, karma is karma.

a/n: come on yk thanksgiving brings out all the freakies hence this!

[shinebrightlikea-sapphire]

There are some obvious contenders but... I'm more interested in who you're going to be involved with tonight?

Statistcally, it's impossible for tonight to not be a train wreck. The real question is who's going to be involved?

[sceletaflores]

what my friends have to deal with on the regular…my humble servant @ebodebo is gods strongest warrior.

[mostly-imagines]

my genuine face when seeing part two dropped of the alchemy—pure shock and surprise—and also this divaaa jason😭😭love him love you love cute little fanfics💕🙏

thats a relief bc this has been me for the last three months

[milliondollarbaby87]

Jackpot! (2024) Review

In a near future California a ‘Grand Lottery’ had been established with a bit of a crazy rule, the winner can be killed legally before sundown and the person who does it can claim the multi-billion dollar jackpot. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading Jackpot! (2024) Review

[dailytomlinson]

Louis on stage in Munich photographed by Rylea

[starsofang]

need more price fics😫on my hands and knees begging

rylea i can’t with that picture (talk to me about some ideas and i’ll grant your wish 🫵🏻)

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

It Is Well With My Soul

by J.C. Ryle

A saved soul has many sorrows. He has a body like other men – weak and frail. He has a heart like other men – and often a more sensitive one too.

He has trials and losses to bear like others – and often more. He has his share of bereavements, deaths, disappointments, crosses. He has the world to oppose, a place in life to fill blamelessly, unconverted relatives to bear with patiently, persecutions to endure and a death to die.  And who is sufficient for these things? What shall enable a believer to bear all this? Nothing but “the consolation there is in Christ.” (Phil. 2:1)

[universomovie]

O maximalismo de Alessandro Michele encontra Valentino para a P/V 25

by Anire Ikomi Rylea Beth O desfile mais aguardado da Paris Fashion Week estreou no domingo, marcando o retorno triunfante de Alessandro Michele à passarela após um hiato de dois anos. Para sua estreia na Valentino , Michele revelou a coleção P/V 25 intitulada Pavillon des Folies . O cenário era íntimo e misterioso, com o ambiente coberto de branco, criando um cenário quase onírico para sua…

[andietrang]

"Oh. That is so, so, true... I'm still waiting for my cut off any new meds that cure weak knees since I'm the prime cause of 'em-," Andie grinned with a wink of her. "I would love another glass and I would love to know when you're free."

"I asked if you wanted another glass." Rylea said, gesturing to the empty one in Andie's hand. "Also, I don't blame Pierre at all. He's only human." she said with a wink.

[ebodebo]

The Bewitching

—thinking about roommate!simon riley seeing you in your halloween costume… MDNI

"Where's your sexy roommate anyway, babe?" Your friend, dressed as a sexy witch, purred from her spot on a stool around the kitchen island. You had invited two friends over to spend Halloween with you since your roommate, Simon, had to work.

"He, uh, had to work," you say, taking a sip of your wine. Your witchy friend's eyes widened as she carefully dipped a pita chip into some hummus.

"On Halloween?" She gawked, pushing the chip into her mouth, eyes wide. You also take a chip and swirl it around in the hummus before shrugging.

"Seems so," you say, inhaling the chip. You turn to pull open the fridge, reaching for a bottle of champagne. Once you turn back, you see your other friend dressed as a sexy police officer, head slightly titled in confusion, her eyes carefully observing your costume.

"So, what are you supposed to be? A sexy nurse?" She questions. You raise your brows, perplexed that she couldn't tell who you were.

"You're kidding, right?" You urge, waiting a minute before continuing to see if she is joking. She shakes her head no, pursing her lips. You shake your head in disbelief. "Debs, I'm one of the nurses from Silent Hill."

"Should've gotten Simon to dress as pyramid head," your sexy witch friend instantly says. You flick your eyes to hers to see a smirk spreading on her lips.

"Oh, please," you laugh out. "Over his dead body would he ever willingly dress up." You take a sip of your wine, stalling when you hear the sound of a familiar truck pulling into the driveway.

"Oh, looks like your big guy is home," Debs winks. You roll your eyes, set your wine glass down, and head for the front door. You step out to see Simon searching for something in his truck.

"Hey," you greet. "What're you doing back so early?" He doesn't avert his attention from some loose papers he was scanning over.

After a minute, he says, "Price had a Halloween thing for his kid." He continues sifting through loose papers. "So, here I am," he dryly says, eyes still focused on the papers.

"Okay. FYI, the girls are inside—" You start before he interrupts, finally turning around to face you.

"If you want, I can just go to a bar, or—" He abruptly stops, eyes wandering down your body, taking in your costume—which included a very provocative dress. He swallows deeply as his eyes sweep over your exposed thighs, up to the deep dip of your breasts on display.

"Simon?" You prod, trying to understand why he has stopped speaking. He drags his eyes up to look into yours.

"You—what are you supposed to be?" He lazily questions.

"Um, a nurse," you say; he tilts his head to the side.

"Never seen a nurse look like that," he sticks his tongue out to wet the seam of his dry lips. You feel a sudden rush of embarrassment.

"It's from a—a game," you quickly say, rocking back on the heels of your feet. "It's kind of stupid," you turn your head away from him, trying to hide some embarrassment from his gaze.

"I like it," his eyes shamelessly drag down the length of your body. You flick your eyes back to him, offering him a small smile, noting the way his eyes become darker as the seconds pass.

"Ya?" You're shocked that you managed to get a word out since your mouth had turned to ash. Dry as a bone.

"Mhm," he hums as he takes a step towards you. You swallow hard as he steps closer to you, close enough for his fingers to graze the hem of your dress, tugging it down gently so it covers a little more of your thighs.

"Simon," you breathlessly say as you feel his fingers graze your bare skin.

"Dress ridin' up a little high," he murmurs, though he doesn't take his fingers away from you. He looks down at you, taking in your lazily closed eyes. "Have you gone out yet?"

"Wha—no. Didn't really want to," your tone is a little wobbly now as his hand slowly skimmed under your dress. You release a shallow breath.

He tilts his head back slightly. "No? What is it you wanted to do then?" He continues his movements, skimming his fingers up your thigh, slowly maneuvering between them. You find yourself gripping his shoulders. "Huh?" He tuts.

"I don't—I don't know," you choke out, dropping your head slightly as his hand grazes your cunt over your already wet underwear. You find yourself pushing yourself into his palm.

He leaned in closer to you, his hot breath grazing against the shell of your ear. "Did you want me to see you in this little outfit?" He whispers. You lean into his words flowing in your ear. "You knew how badly I wanted to touch this pretty pussy. Didn't you?" You let out an involuntary moan at his words, tightening your grip on his shoulders.

His pointer and middle finger slip into you through your underwear, grazing your clit. You find yourself rocking against his fingers to get more friction. "Ah, fuck. That's it, pretty girl," he groans, moving his fingers faster. "Keep fucking my fingers—just like that."

He pulled you closer onto him with his other hand, gripping your ass tightly to get you more friction. You leaned your head into his chest, moaning as his fingers continued to move in you.

"Fuck, baby. Look at me—look at me," he commands. You flick your head up to look him in the eyes; his mouth is slightly parted from panting. "Just like that," he pants, watching your mouth agape as he coaxes your orgasm, making you come in your underwear.

He holds you up as your body spasms, gifting him with the sweet mewls you spew. Once your orgasm subsides, he grips one side of your soaked underwear, slipping it down your thighs and tucking it into the pocket of his cargo pants he wore.

You look up at him, doe-eyed, before you look around in horror. "Oh my—you just, you just fingered me in the front yard," you frantically say, taking a step away from him. His lip quips at your genuine anguish.

"I know. I was there," he monotonously says. Anxiously, you bring your hands to thread through your hair. Your eyes widen even more.

"Oh my—my friends," you exclaim, whipping your head to your house.

"Guess you'll have some explaining to do," he casually says.

"Fuck you," you remark.

"Hungry for more already?" He smirked, pulling you by the arm closer to him so you rested flat against his body.

"No—you know that's not what I meant!"

a/n: happy almost halloween! take my treat to u all! divider!

reblogs & comments are encouraged!

[sceletaflores]

can u do justin bieber x reader???

i thought i made it pretty clear in my rules that i WILL NOT write for real people. this is completely disrespectful to me as a writer and to me as a person.

learn how to read. ask something like this again and you will be BLOCKED.

[filthy-reckless-rp]

Birthdays:

Hi friends! When you have a sec, please do double check if your characters birthday is below - if not, send it over whenever you're ready! <3

Paige

Jesse Walker - 26th January

Sapphire Vandervort - 13th December

Logan Hunter - 14th February

Emmeline Fairchild - 7th November

Tessa Cooper - 11th November

Nicholas Vanderbilt - 20th June

Nate Archibald - 5th April

Vanessa Abrams - 19th February

Samuel Watts - 25th April

Lili Mahdavi - 3rd May

William Huntzberger - 31st October

Isabella Coates - 12th March

Georgina Sparks - 8th November

Spencer King - 29th January

Frankie Vives - 22nd February

Jamie Park - 23rd July

Lola Mercado - 3rd July

Andrea Trang - 1st December

Kayleigh

Isobel Prescott - 27th May

Dean Dawson - 18th September

Alex Vandervort - 10th April

Scarlett Vandervort - 10th March

Jake Hunter - 3rd June

Freddie Redlynn - 1st January

Gunnar Avery - 2nd August

Felicity Sanderson - 13th November

Jenny Humphrey - 2nd July

Caisson Andrews - 3rd October

Julian Donovan - 21st February

Tripp Vanderbilt - 1st June

Ruby Reyes - 19th December

Nilay Levent - 23rd October

Mahesh Chopra - 22nd February

Ryan

Serena van der Woodsen - 14th July

Ceren Çelik-Montgomery - 25th October

Jo

Phoebe Walker - 1st May

Naomi

Baby Beaumont - 24th October

Francis Coates - 10th May

Veronica Ravenwood - 10th May

Peter Vanderbilt - 10th April

Kelly Xu-King - 25th October

Latife Levent - 23rd October

Louise Thomas (Bass) - 1st April

Lauren

Rose Haven - 9th August

Oliver Andrews - 19th May

Addison Sherwood - 17th February

Evelyn Nicholson - 19th March

Benji Howell

Jason Walker

Layla Vandervort - 20th December

Rylea Palmer

Lily

Aaron Vandervort - 21st October

Meredith Park - 8th March

Cristian Diaz

Blair Waldorf

Sarah

Bethany Levesque - 1st July

Jackson Cohan - 2nd July

Michelle King

Joey

Juliette Vanderbilt - 5th August

Sienna Haven - 23rd February

Zeke Lopez - 18th April

Adriana Ramirez - 9th September

[shinebrightlikea-sapphire]

Oh, I'd laugh if it weren't so true... [ grins ] There is only one way to find out though but it will involve more tequila.

Does that mean that one day you might actually take some of my advice? I'll start drafting the press release now.

[dailytomlinson]

Louis on stage in Munich photographed by Rylea