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This is an excellent day to suck
Your neighbors dick. Let’s get out there and make it happen. Joy to the world.
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Who else has got a hot neighbor?
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Get spun with mewwww
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spiralspunsworld · 11 months
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I’m soooooo hi please some slut come suck me off
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estelanel · 10 months
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modern fantasy tempest domain cleric:
a grumpy Northerner who moved to the South, and they are Fine with living there, they are. but also they spend their summers mostly lying flat on their back with wet towels wrapped around their feet, and they will murder you with their look if you go like, ah finally some sun, and they will physically motion at the sky for the clouds to form quicker whenever the wind picks up the subtlest, tiniest bit, and at some point the metaphorical storm cloud over their head just decided to manifest in the physical world.
their holy symbol is a neon green electric hand fan. they don't worship a deity so much as they worship the concept of The Heat Finally Fucking Breaking.
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jiamour · 2 years
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was bored and couldn’t sleep sooo pushing’ n pullin’ update of the month
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adventuresinoc · 2 years
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Morning any ladies in or near OC #714 #949 wanna blow some clouds and chill hmu bowls packed and rolling
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revoleotion · 1 year
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uhhhh in other news, I'd love to have some short writing requests to distract me (still taking commissions too of course!)
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It all starts again, another life built this time with a future open as wide as a mother’s arms awaiting a long lost child, another fortune made and spent on the brightly burning love that only comes from astral fires of two words that brings smiles of happiness along with the dread of pain,Twin Flame. Living a rushed life of indulgence, squeezing every last drop from the world around us, the smell of the cities grime-caked asphalt, the taste of her sweetness still on my tongue, the tingle of stimulants sparking across my mind all taken as if every moment was our last because we knew at any time it would be. The cycles have came and went several times now, each time lasting a little longer, going a small bit further than the last before it collapsed. This time we had boldly made plans for the forever we have wanted and tried to attain for over two decades now, ignoring the fact that we both knew no matter the plans made, precautions taken, and the love shared we would never see it happen. To think about it was to call the cycles end sooner, the end that always came full of pain and loss just to usher in another beginning full of love and the belief that next time, if MaMa Fate allowed, we would make it last a little longer, go a little farther that maybe, just maybe, we could reach the forever we dreamt so vividly of. Each new beginning bringing the rush of pure complete love, feeling as new and fresh to the soul as the first day we layed eyes on each other so many cycles before. Neither of us understanding the connection between us, why no matter how many times we swear at the end to never as much to speak to each other, more than once placing hundreds of miles between us and starting new lives of normalcy only to somehow bump into one another in one strange set of circumstances or another to start the cycle all over again. The love between us never subsiding, never waivering, a constant pull to each other no matter the distance between us or the pain from the last cycles end. The blessing and the curse of being Star Crossed yet Fated Souls. To be the most rare of the already only once in a lifetime true Twinflames those not immune to the very flames that make up the one great soul they share. Scarring each other with the love that keeps them pulled together. Still forced by our very being to hold each other tight as we burn the world around us each time the cycle ends. So as this new cycle begins before the pain of the last cycles end has faded, I will begin to tell you of the past cycles most importantly the one my soul is still bleeding over from fresh wounds the one that we had almost survived.
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estelanel · 10 months
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we just finished playing through Curse of Strahd today; what a wild, long, and nice ride
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mondglocke · 6 months
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i'm not a gamer, i am a waifu collector
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hanasnx · 7 months
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"breathe into me."
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MINORS DNI 18+
SUMMARY: sam's so pliant in your hands he lets you jack him off outside in broad daylight.
WC: 1k | CHARACTERS: sam monroe x gn!reader
NOTES: i've never seen life as a house but i love emo hayden
WARNINGS: gn!reader | sub!sam | pnp | onanism | kinks: exhibitionism, size | body image: “wearing little shorts.” | no y/n
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SAM MONROE can't bring himself to speak to you. Like a lovesick creep he watches you from afar. It's not that he can't talk to girls, he can't talk to you. There's nothing you've done to him, nothing you've said that's triggered his crippling paralysis every time you walk past his dad's house. Every polite wave and bashful smile. He mirrors your gestures, chewing his bottom lip to shreds to occupy it because all he wants to do is call out to you. But he can't. His throat closes up. He can't think of one thing worth saying to you.
A dog— a pudgy rottie— scrams his way, and when he hears the sounds of distress, a desperate, "Catch that dog!" he doesn't think twice before seizing it. As it passes by him, he slows to greet his new smell, and his hands catch around its spiked collar.
His mouth opens before he realizes himself, "Jesus," he curses. "Can't you keep your mutt on a lea—" he pivots his head in your direction, registering it was you who called on his help. He stutters, stunned as you close the space. Your chest heaves with pant, brushing a lock of stray hair behind your ear as your hands grab hold of your runaway rottie. A breathless and grateful smile graces your features, and your hands brush his as he straightens abruptly. You're stooped in front of him, receding to view him better with your dog in tow.
"I'm so sorry," you exhale. "Thank you. I didn't know there was a hole in the fence, he slipped out."
Entranced for a second too long, he breaks it, glancing at his shoes to kick the dirt. "Yeah, no problem." he murmurs. He's talking to you.
It doesn't take long at all before you've gotten him right where you want him. Flush against him as his back rests on the wall in a secluded corner of the neighborhood. Tongues past the point of tentative stroking, plunging into the depths of each other's throats as if fit to consume each other where you stand. His large hand cups the space where your neck and head connect, directing it for you as he deepens the kiss. His soft lips massaging yours in a most pleasant manner, drawing a sweet moan out of you, your fingers tangled in his hair tighten. The motion causes his grip on your waist to dig into your flesh, a welcoming presence below growing larger by the second until its hefty weight distributes on your thigh.
You separate, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Even when you turn your head, he attacks the corner of your mouth with fervor, wet kisses planting onto your smile lines and trailing down your jaw. The palm at his nape slides down his shoulder and chest, eventually leading a trail of fire down his side to the waistband of his basketball shorts. You invite yourself to more when he doesn't protest, his grasp lowering to cup the underside of your ass in your little jeans. You arch into him with a gasp, a playful scold emitting from you, "Sam,"
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, latching onto your pulse point and you tilt to give him more access. His strength on your backside lifting you to the tips of your toes as you fish in his pants until your knuckles graze his length outlined in his boxers. The most endearing and quiet whimper keens from him, and if his lips weren't next to your ear you might not have heard it. Noises spill from him when you shift your hips to the side, giving yourself access to envelope the width in your hand.
"Fuck." he whispers, and hisses when he bites down onto the skin past his lower lip, the breath from his nose washing over your tepid skin.
"You're so fucking big, Sammy," Usually when you say this sentence, it's an ego boost. In this situation, you're telling the complete truth. You haven't seen it, but you can feel it's substantial length. Long, but thin enough to touch your own fingertips around it. He encourages you, allowing you to stick your hand past his boxers in order to feel his velvety skin against your palm. Your grip is loose, and he inhales sharply as he jolts his head up. Your noses brush, breathing in each other's air from gaping mouths as you gently jack him. "You like that? Is that good?" you murmur, and he wordlessly nods. His brows upturn, delicate countenance twisting as he squeezes his eyes shut. You increase your pace, and his heart races. To swallow his sounds, you capture his mouth with yours, but the sensations are too great for him to control his expression, weakly pursing his lips to meet you.
He shudders, a powerful and lingering tremor, the kiss breaking with a wet pop as his cock pulses in your grasp. "Oh, shit," he speaks it like he's made a mistake, "oh, shit. oh, fuck—" the corners of your lips curl, biting down onto your lower one. His tissue is as hard as it can be, and it aches to release... so soon too. It's cute. "I'm close, I'm close. I'm gonna..." His body curls, hunches over, he's panicked, he doesn't know what to do. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." he warns you, nostrils flaring as his hands move as if he's ready to catch the load he's about to blow. It's a little obvious he's used to jacking himself off. You can see it travel him, how it shoots up from the soles of his feet to electrify through his veins, shivering up his spine. It soils your hand and the inside of his boxers. The fabric soaks it up, leaving a damp and sticky mark. You remove your limb, flicking it out to rid the access onto the pavement as he readjusts his pants to fit his sensitive and softening erection more comfortably.
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estelanel · 1 year
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I'm gonna play a divination wizard with ADHD.
is she having a deep, insightful glimpse into the True Order of the World, or is she thinking about one-pot recipes because that crack in the wall looks like a spaghetti? you'll never know.
she can predict the killing blow of an epic battle against an ancient dragon, but she just absent-mindedly dropped her spell focus into her ale pitcher and now the whole tavern is looking for it.
she used her Scry to get a spell slot back, but she immediately forgot which level it was, so there's a big gamble whether that next Counterspell will hit or not.
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multiqts · 1 year
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can we have a smut with all three boys and reader is fuckin siri and remmy is fuckin jamie plesse 😍
Thank you for this ask sorry I took literally forever to fill it :')
Title | Poly!Marauders
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Pairing: Poly!Marauders x masc!reader
Warnings: Explicit themes, dom/sub themes, smut, poly!marauders, softdom!reader, top!reader, sub!james, switch!remus, sub!sirius, bottom!james, top!remus, bottom!sirius, subspace, vouyerism, finger sucking, foursome
Word Count: 674
A/N: Vouyer!sirius is canon sorry not sorry
Description: pnp lolsies
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Warning NSFW !!
The room filled with the desperate moans of Remus and James' breathy whines as he was pounded into by his werewolf best friend. Remus was sat against the dresser and James sat in his lap fucking himself senseless on Remus. Sirius drooled around your fingers and his dark pupils looked on at the scene mistified.
"Such a good boy, Siri..." You giggled when he gagged softly. Other two marauders: James and Remus, were too busy with each other to pity the poor animagus. James sat on Remus' lap and bounced on his cock as you kept teasing Sirius. You took your fingers out of his mouth, much to his dismay, and walked behind him. He didn't want to take his eyes away from the lustful sight in front of him but, turned 90 degrees to be facing you again. You grinned at how his mouth flung open once you went for your pants' zipper.
"Please, please, please" He chanted like a prayer, begging for some sort of gratification.
"Be patient, Siri." He whined but obeyed. You finally got your pants down. Before he could make any moves, you grabbed him by his raven hair and held him in place. He couldn't help but drool at the sight of your hard cock. He looked up at you with tired eyes as a means of silently begging. You felt as though he had been teased enough, so you gave in and pushed your throbbing desire into his warm mouth and a wanton moan escaped your lips as well as Sirius'. You fucked Sirius' slutty throat until tears ran down his pale cheeks. Before you came, you decided Sirius deserved a reward. You tried to pull out of his mouth but Sirius fought back. So, you pulled on his dark locks harsher this time. He moaned girlishly and then let you go.
"Sir, please! I'll be good! Just let me suck you off please!" He cried as if he had done something wrong. You stroked his cheek and shushed him.
"Shhh, Siri. You aren't in trouble. Quite the opposite. I think you deserve a reward. Bend over for me, yeah?" His teary eyes met yours for a split second before he bared his nakedness to you. You grabbed the bottle of lube left open by Remus and used it to lube up your fingers before plunging them into Sirius. He shook from the stimulation. You immediately found his most sensitive spot and kept hitting it with the tips of your fingers. "What do we say, Sirius?"
"Thank you! Oh, thank you, sir." He sobbed as he fucked himself on your hand. Now, It was your turn. You roughly flipped Sirius on his back and shoved your cock deep in him. He clung onto you for dear life and cried desperately for you to fuck him harder despite your already brutal pace. He was always the one out of the group to want rougher treatment. Though, that usually meant he was the most sensitive one afterward.
"Daddy- Mm- Siri looks so good getting filled by Y/N. Doesn't he James?" Remus chimed in. He was now picking up the slack for James and fucking him roughly. James was just left a crying puddle of pleasure and his eyes rolled back with every thrust that Remus made.
"Answer him, James." You cooed. James tried to whine a response but was too caught up in his impending orgasm. Remus took in James' cries with a sloppy kiss on the lips. Sirius saw and pulled you in.
"Can- can I have a kiss, sir?" He asked shakily as you pounded him into the carpet. You happily obliged and gave Sirius an equally messy kiss and he moaned and sobbed into your mouth. Soon, All the Marauders would reach their breaking point and they would all cry out as they came. You didn't bother cleaning up. You all just crawled into your extra large, shared bed. You and Remus whispered sweet nothing to your subs and they reciprocated until all were asleep.
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gender-trash · 10 months
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we've decided that in the pnp universe the ec-discuss slang for when you're getting your ass kicked by a monster and need backup is "getting rushburgered" (short for "this thing is turning me into rushburgers"). usage example: the email subject line "rushburgered outside goodale eom" (with a blank email body)
("rushburgers" are extremely cheap hamburgers purchased en masse for rush and cooked on the grills in the ec courtyard; the standard signal that rushburger production has commenced is an email titled "grills r hot eom")
(in real life there is a tetazoo sub-mailing list, fog (at) mit (dot) edu, short for "frozen outside goodale" -- you're cold, you've forgotten your id somewhere, and you need someone to let you in. often around the end of the semester the list receives a few misdirected emails intended for foge (at) mit (dot) edu, a professor who studies urban planning.)
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mychlapci · 5 months
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If we are talking about arrays, may I offer array mods making a mech have two valves, or two spikes? Or tdicks? (there isnt enough! I look on ao3 and theres like one fic! Forget about fanart!) And there being arrays that are categorized as "nonstandard" because of how heavily modified they are, or bots who got rid of their array entirely to focus on spark play and pnp? I just feel like people dont have enough fun with arrays (hence why the pitcher plant pussy fascinates me)
I like to imagine cyclonus got srs to turn his spike into a second valve. Same with magnus, but he also turned both his nodes into tdicks at the same time. Kup strikes me as a two spike guy. Drift definitely has a tdick, as does Ratchet.
One thought ive had about a nonstandard array is the area being replaced with what looks like a drawing tablet. But upon plugging in, any touch is highlighted, and can shock you. Same with other erogenous zones. Electrostimulation grinding galore. Eat them out and have to get your whole mouth replaced due to damage type deal.
-piss anon
honestly transformers genitalia is something we can have so much fun with, and yet very few people actually get creative with it. and i get it, spikes and valves are fun enough already, but oh man. i havent seen nearly enough fanart, like i've seen some art of bots with two spikes, but i don't think i've seen art of bots with two valves, which is a shame because it's hot... maybe the fact that they even find having two spikes/valves practical can be an indicator of cybertronian courting systems, bc i've seen a lot of fandom enjoying throuples (me included), so these mods could either have gotten popular with these kinda relationships, or perhaps cybertronians have been living in throuples for so long their array naturally comes in many shapes (cyclonus' two valves are the perfect arrangement for tailgate and whirl, who'd gladly pound him into oblivion at the same time)... i don't think ive seen single fanart of tdicks on transformers thats so mean honestly. i'd like to think tdicks are a desirable aesthetic modification that many valves are just naturally endowed with. (i think drift has a modded tdick, but ratchet's valve came with it...). also, i've talked about this, but i like valves that are above the spike, so that two partners can penetrate each other at the same time...
also, heavily modded arrays yes yes yes. spikes that have been split to make it seem like there's two spikes, or reshaped to resemble tentacles or maybe some kinda crazy plant-life, valves that have outer mods (pitcher plant pussy pitcher plant pussy) and internal mods, i'm particularly fond of teeth inside the valve, both for protection and because some people like to get very wild with it (i'm thinking a bot with teeth inside their valve not being able to overload unless they bite down, and having to really search for someone who'd be willing to get their spike cut off). of course, there's various vibration mechanisms, ribs and ridges and thorns to enhance pleasure.
and ooooh no valve or spike at all. just a board with sensitive nerve endings that pulse with electricity when stimulated, a tongue brushing against it is bliss, but of course the other bot always gets burnt... yet again, people with this array have to really search for someone super dedicated who gets off on having their own array electroshocked...
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