Lis Girls 🌽 Links

GRAYSON TWITTER LINKS

warnings: twitter porn links, fingering, tribbing, facefucking, face sitting, lap humping, usage of strap, strap riding, public sex, breasts fondling

a/n: sorry if these aren't really accurate, it's hard to find videos of muscular milfs 😞

requested

♡┃fucking you in the middle of the kitchen

♡┃making you ride her fingers

♡┃you can take it, right?

♡┃she loves your breasts

♡┃fucking you with her strap

♡┃riding her strap

♡┃she can't keep her hands to herself

♡┃sitting on her face

♡┃tribbing

♡┃using your face

♡┃making you feel good

through the valley masterlist

ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: what if Joel didn’t lie? what if there was more people immune? more people like Ellie? more people like you?

content warning: this fic doesn’t follow the original plot of the last of us part ii

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv

part v

That night the stars were gorgeous. It was just Cloud and I. Cloud and Tifa in Final Fantasy VII: Remake and Final Fantasy VII: Ever Crisis.

VI TWITTER LINKS

warnings: twitter porn links, fingering, usage of strap, thigh humping, face fucking, tribbing, rough sex, pussy eating, tit sucking, scissoring

requested:3

♡┃tribbing

♡┃face fucking

♡┃eating you out

♡┃she loves your tits

♡┃she doesn't bother to take your panties off

♡┃ass up face down, that's how she likes you

♡┃fucking you with her strap

♡┃pitfighter!vi taking her frustrations out on you

♡┃she loves when you hump her thigh

♡┃a quickie in the bathroom

♡┃fingering her

♡┃she always wants you

♡┃riding her leg

♡┃she fucks you so well, doesn't she?

♡┃fingering you early in the morning

♡┃no strap? doesn't matter

♡┃scissoring

♡┃fingering you

VIOLET TWT LINKS

INCLUDES— wlw, making out, usage of strap, clit play, breast/nipple play, fingering, finger sucking, grinding, pussy slaps, groping, spanking, cunnilingus.

WARNINGS—21 links, all of these videos are for afab readers, don't like don't read/watch, make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working please lmk !

making out with vi

vi rubbing your clit

vi finger fucking her fem gf

being pinned down by vi as she sucks on your tongue

pussy spanks from vi

vi playing with your pretty tits

vi making love to you

slicking vi's fingers up with your mouth

fucking yourself on her juicy strap

vi playing with her gfs pretty pussy

she loves your tits pt2

being noisy while vi has her mouth on your cunt

vi forcing you to ride her thigh until you come

pitfighter!vi taking her frustration out on you after losing her latest match

vi letting her pretty girl grind on her

vi taking care of your needy pussy with her strap

more boob lover vi agenda

she knows just how to eat her girl out

she doesn't care that you've already come twice, she'll keep going until you're shaking

vi groping your butt

more of vi loving on your boobies + teasing your pussy

ffiolette

#life is strange

out of time redraw finally completed, can’t wait for the chaos theory one, it’s a great episode

Hi! I've been playing the Sims for more than a decade and I love legacy challenges. I've finally made and shared my personal challenge: Personality Types Legacy Challenge.

I was inspired by the old Sims Personality Diagnostic Quiz that used to be on the main menu, all descriptions of each Gen are the description of each personality type from the quiz. You can play the generations in any order or don't have to do all 12, it's up to you!

I'm currently playing through this legacy, see my progress here beginning | recent

Happy Simming <3

MADDIE NOLEN TWITTER LINKS

warnings: twitter porn links, fingering, squirting, pussy eating, rough fucking, usage of strap, humping, pussy slapping, overstimulating, face slapping, fingers in mouth.

a/n: most of them are sub!maddie bc i couldn't find any videos where the girl topping looks like her:(

♡┃sending you a video at work

♡┃humping you while cuddling

♡┃riding your strap

♡┃she loves slapping your cunt

♡┃eating her out

♡┃holding eye contact while fingering her

♡┃overstimulating her

♡┃fucking her from behind

♡┃riding her pillow

♡┃making her squirt

♡┃she loves being used

♡┃fingering you

♡┃humping a stuffie you gave her

♡┃slap her a bit, don't be shy

♡┃making out

♡┃fucking you

♡┃turn her into a mess, she can handle it

♡┃tribbing

♡┃kissing turns her on so much

♡┃she loves humping your thigh

woven through pines

YELLOWJACKETS!AU vi x reader

synopsis: in the forest, love festers like something ancient—hungry, all-consuming, impossible to tear away.

words: 1.2k

contains: NO SPOILERS ! blood, mentions of violence, very slight nsfw, cannibalistic imagery, obsession/unhealthy devotion, co-dependency, survival themes, slight horror imagery, etc.

a/n: MAJORITY SAID YES SO HERE WE ARE :P I have so many drafts for this vi and yellowjackets au. I went insane hehe :>

you were bound to each other long before the crash, long before the trees closed in and the world narrowed to this.

It started before the cold, before the endless, gnawing hunger. back when love was something softer—though even then, with her, it was never truly tame. even then, there was a need, a pull, something just shy of dangerous. the wilderness didn’t create this. It only stripped away the pretense, left you both raw and real and reaching.

the first time the others truly see it—see what you and vi are—it’s in the firelight, when hunger is at its worst.

not the kind of hunger that gnaws at the stomach—that kind is familiar, constant, but bearable. that kind of thing is simple. 

no, this is something else. something deeper, something that has seeped into the marrow, turned your ribs into a cage of gnawing want, turned your heart into a beast with too many teeth. and vi—vi is the only thing that soothes it.

and that terrifies them.

because they have seen love before. they have seen devotion. they have seen desperation. but this—this is not love as they know it. this is something else.

It is love the way roots claim abandoned things, slow and unrelenting, pushing through the cracks until nothing is left untouched. It is love like ivy strangling the bones of old houses, sinking into the wood, impossible to separate, impossible to tear away without destroying the thing itself.

all of you have lost yourselves out here. you know it. they know it. the woods have stripped you of reason, peeled back the thin layers of civilization, left only want and hunger and need. you don’t remember where vi ends and you begin anymore, and maybe you don’t want to.

freckles dust her nose, her cheeks, barely visible in the dim light, but you know them by heart. you’ve traced constellations across them, kissed each one, memorized the way they shift when she smirks, when she scowls, when she’s looking at you like this—like she might devour you whole. she is gripping you too hard, too tight, fingers pressing bruises into your skin like she’s afraid you’ll slip away if she doesn’t keep holding on. and maybe she should be afraid. maybe you should be, too. 

because you don’t know what you’d do if you ever lost her. and vi would tear the world apart before she let that happen. she would sink her teeth into fate itself, rip and snarl and fight until the trees burned and the sky cracked open, until there was nothing left but the two of you, tangled in blood and devotion. she would hold onto you, and you would hold onto her—because love like this doesn’t wane. It only grows, winding through the cracks, steady as the earth beneath your feet.

the trees whisper above, their voices hollow and endless. the fire flickers, throwing frantic shadows across your bodies, casting your limbs into something inhuman. and vi is watching you like she sees something holy in the ruin of you. like she’s listening to something beneath your breath, beneath your pulse—some unspoken thing only she can hear.

“say it,” she breathes, her lips brushing your ear, voice raw, desperate, something starving. her fingers dig into your skin, like she’s trying to anchor herself, like she needs to feel you solid beneath her hands.

the fire crackles beside you, shadows twisting, but none of it matters. not the cold, not the hunger, not the eyes watching from the dark. just her. just the way she’s trembling against you, just the way her breath catches as she waits.

you tilt your head, just enough to catch her mouth, to taste the salt and copper and fire-smoke on her tongue. 

“I love you.”

she exhales, a ragged, shuddering thing, like those words are the only thing holding her together. and maybe they are.

because it’s the truth. because if she asked, you would let her pry you apart, piece by piece—lay yourself open and let her press her hands into your warmth. because if she needed it, you would let her sink her teeth into your ribs-–crack you open and press herself into the hollow space left behind.

the others are watching. maybe you know, maybe you don’t—but neither of you would care.

taissa’s jaw is tight, eyes dark with something unreadable. shauna’s fingers twitch, like she wants to reach out and stop whatever this is but doesn’t know how. lottie is the only one who smiles, slow and knowing, tilting her head like she understands. like she sees.

they are not afraid of monsters. they have done monstrous things themselves. 

but they are afraid of this. fascinated, yet afraid. 

because love should not be this consuming. love should not make people feral. love should not make people dangerous. 

and yet, here you are.

vi drags her teeth over your throat again, slow, teasing, before her tongue glides over the blood smeared along your jaw—the same blood she drew when your hands tangled too tight, when neither of you could tell where grasping ended and clawing began. her lashes cast shadows across her cheekbones, her blue eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide. fuchsia strands cling to her temple, damp with sweat, as she hums against your skin—slow, indulgent—savoring it, savoring you, like you’re something sacred, something she was always meant to consume.

you let her.

you let her because it soothes something in you, too. because the heat of her tongue, the press of her body, the way her hands grip you like she could keep you tethered to this world if only she holds tight enough—it’s the only thing that makes sense anymore.

she murmurs your name against your skin, reverent, aching. you barely recognize the sound of it, barely recognize yourself in the way she says it, like a prayer, like an offering.

but that’s what you are now, isn’t it?

now, you are something else. something for her. something meant to be taken, worshiped, consumed. an offering—not just to vi, but to whatever force has taken root inside both of you, pulling you closer than you were tethered before, binding you together in something deeper than love, something raw and unshakable.

or maybe you are both just slowly seeping into what is more than a lost mind—sinking, unraveling, becoming.

the fire crackles. the wind howls. the trees loom overhead, ancient and unfeeling, and you wonder if this is how they love each other—wrapping and twisting and strangling until they are inseparable, until their limbs knot together so tightly that to take one away would kill the other.

vi exhales, pressing her forehead to yours. the fever between you is unbearable now, blistering, unbearable and perfect.

“If you asked me to,” she whispers, breath ghosting over your lips, “I’d let you take me apart.”

you smile, slow, sinking into her, into this.

“I know.”

and that is all that matters.

because the hunger will never leave. because it will claw and gnash and bite. and the trees will watch and they will claim lives that are not their own.

but if it must consume you, at least it will consume you together.

like roots splitting stone. like ivy sinking into ribs. like the forest reclaiming what was always meant to be its own.

a/n: someone tell me not to make a midsommar vi au too (lowk already did oops). will maybe have the rest of my little yellowjacket vi drabbles out soon :3

I really hate when in Vi's fics Vi calls reader cupcake, I instantly stop reading it.