#do it you pussy

[c0nn0r-c0nn0r13]

If you say “in this essay i will” and not actually provide and essay i hate you

[dunmeshistash]

Daydream Hour - Canary Squad Christmas

last pic is the aftermath of the gift exchange

[vikasmama]

being passed around between mel and sevika…. mel kissing you slow but stern, smirking against your lips when you moan into her mouth. her hands trace softly down your neck, shoulders, chest as if you’re made of porcelain — like she could break you if she wanted. and sevika’s not any better, patiently waiting her turn, of course. breathing hungrily into your neck from behind, she grips your hips not nearly as delicately, bucking into you with a groan that gets your adrenaline pumping even harder. ˊᵕˋ

(men + minors dni!)

[chrissy-kaos]

So who’s butt hurt now?

Whoever reported me is soft as fuck 🤣🤣

Get a life bitch

[backtocarousel]

i’m pregnant i’m soooooo pregnant

[scarscaarr]

let me bed rot in peace!! ;c

[obsob]

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

[mascxdaddy]

oh nothing just imagining fucking someone with my strap and then slowly introducing a second dildo and watching their pussy stretch around both while they whine about it being too much, but they're getting wetter and dripping around both while i fuck them

[iwaasfairy]

Thots on big brother Caleb being a filthy filthy pisshole licker? loves to clean up after his little sister always😔

tw incest, dubcon, piss

Caleb would do anything for you, and he would do anything to embarrass you as well. You fuckin knowwwww he clamps his mouth around your little pussy and sucks and flicks his tongue over that little nub over and over until you can’t stand it anymore, feeling his sharp canines on your sensitive parts and his nose rubbing along your pubic bone and over your pussy because he wants to be as deep as humanly possible.

Biggest sweetest bro Caleb latches onto your leaking pussy and refuses to let go literally any time that you leave your legs open enough for him to fit a few fingers between.

That includes in the bathroom, when you’re just trying to take a piss. Then he gets handsy and steals the toilet paper and jokes about licking you clean, only it’s not a joke. He’ll prop his head against the bath and make you sit on his face as his tongue explores every inch of you and he can suck every bit of wetness from you, all while pulling at your hands to rest on him more, lean into him more— stop trying to get away before he pins you down and makes you piss in his mouth for real.

He loves your pussy in every state, shy, wet, fingered open with his creampie dripping out, not shaven, dirty and musky and even right after you’ve had a piss. That’s his favourite toy, don’t deny him. Or he’ll find a way to play with you when you can’t stop him

[writing-until-i-drop]

First Time | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 2,226

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! Oral (fem receiving), unprotect p in v (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, mentions of rough oral (male receiving), lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You picked at your nail beds, anxiously waiting for the familiar blue Bronco to pull into the parking lot. You had been on a blind date from hell, arranged by one of your well-meaning co-workers. The guy had been late, flirted with the waitress, had ordered for you, and worst of all, had gotten your name wrong twice. Well, maybe that wasn’t the worst part but after the rest of the night, it had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

You had excused yourself to the bathroom once the bill came out and called Bradley, begging him to come get you. Now, you were behind the restaurant, hoping your date didn’t come looking for you. 

“Thank God,” You sighed, rushing to the Bronco. Bradley scolded you for not waiting until he was in park but his whining stopped when you launched yourself across the bench seat at him. He gathered you in his arms without hesitation. 

“I've got you, honey,” Bradley whispered into your hair. You thought you felt him press a kiss to your temple but the feeling was so fleeting you couldn't be sure.

“I'm never going on a blind date ever again,” You whined. Bradley chuckled, rubbing your back. He hadn't been too keen on you going out with a stranger in the first place, making his displeasure known but also acknowledging that you were a grown woman who could do as you pleased. It annoyed a part of you that he didn't try harder to stop you. 

“You know I hate to see you sad, honey. What can I do to make tonight better?” Fuck me? Your first thought was not a viable response and you knew it. You and Bradley were destined to be really good friends, the type of friends others looked at and assumed there was something more. You would and had denied it in the past but secretly…secretly you were in love with your best friend. 

How could you not be? He was handsome, kind, attentive, and his mustache? You had cried the time Jake and Javy had convinced him to shave it and were inconsolable until it grew back a few months later. 

“Can we have a movie night at your place? And get pizza?” 

“Food wasn't good?” Bradley reached around you, buckling the middle seat belt over your lap. He normally insisted that you sit in the passenger seat, since it had the cross-body seat belt, going on and on about your safety.

But tonight, he didn't mention it, he also didn't mention what he was thinking when he draped his arm over your shoulders after switching into gear. Not willing to look a gifted horse in the mouth, you rested your head on his shoulder. 

“He ordered for me without even asking and it was awful, Lee.” His fingers, which had been tracing patterns on the exposed skin of your arm, froze when you used the nickname.

Normally you just called him by his first name and occasionally his callsign. The one time you had addressed him by rank and he fell down Mav’s front porch steps, which had given you enough reason to never do that again. Even if Bradley had promised that the two incidents were unrelated. 

“I'm sorry, honey.” 

“No you're not,” You rolled your eyes. “You didn't even want me to go on this date in the first place.” Bradley sighed. 

“Was I happy that you were meeting a strange man? No. But I also would never wish for you to have a bad night, so, yes, honey. I'm sorry.”

“God, I wish I could clone you,” You mumbled softly. 

“What was that, honey?” 

“Nothing.” 

When you got back to Bradley’s place the first order of business was getting out of your dress and heels. 

“I’ll order the pizza,” Bradley said, offering you a pair of sweats and one of his tee shirts.

“I thought we went over how ordering for a woman is a bad thing,” You teased and Bradley rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well unlike that douchebag, I know exactly what you like.” This time, it was impossible to miss the kiss on the temple that turned your cheeks pink. “There’s makeup remover in the bathroom.” 

“Pick a movie, I’ll be down in a minute,” You squeezed his forearm, moving past him into the bathroom. In the medicine cabinet was your brand of makeup remover and it made your stomach twist with butterflies, of course Bradley had your brand, he must have seen it when he visited your apartment. But why was it in his medicine cabinet and not stored away? It was like he was expecting you to be there, looking through his cabinets for it.

Once changed, you went downstairs. Bradley was sprawled out on his sofa, sipping on a beer, your favorite drink was waiting for you on the coffee table. You paused at the base of the stairs, taking in the sight before you. It was everything you wanted but didn’t think you could have. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours, honey?” Bradley held out a hand, beckoning your forwards. You moved without thinking, letting him pull you on the couch beside him.

“Just thinking,” You answered noncommittally. Rooster chuckled, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“What are you thinking?”  Did you take a chance? Did you run this risk of ruining the relationship that meant the most to you?

“Nothing,” You muttered, moving out from his immediate grasp. Bradley didn’t let you get far though, pulling you back to his side. “Bradley.” 

“Does this have something to do with you wanting to clone me?” So he had heard that, you groaned, which was answer enough for him. “What about me isn’t enough that you want two of me?” 

“That you don’t want to sleep with me,” The answer tumbled out before you could stop it. You went to pull away again but Bradley stopped you, moving you onto his lap, reminding you just how strong he was. “Lee, I-” 

“You don’t need a clone to have that,” Bradley’s eyes were molten, staring into yours with an intensity that you had never experienced before. His grip on your hips tightened when you didn’t say anything, “I’ve been crazy about you for a long time. I just didn’t think you felt the same.”

You closed the gap, pressing your lips against his in a soft kiss. Bradley didn’t waste time, kissing you back with a desperate need, one hand slipping beneath your shirt, pressing against your back gently.

You arched into him, letting him deepen the kiss. Kissing Bradley was like having a roman candle explode inside your chest. Explosions and excitement shooting through you as he buried his other hand in your hair.

You tugged at his hair, relishing the loud moan he gave. Your hips ground down, feeling exactly why they called him Rooster. Bradley pulled back, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pulling moans and whines from you.

“Still think you need a clone to get the job done?” He nipped at your pulse, “All you have to do is ask, I’ll give you anything you want.” You tugged at his shirt, Bradley chuckled. “Talk to me, honey.” 

“I want you to fuck me, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” You saw the moment when Bradley’s brain stopped working. He blinked a few times, swollen lips parting in surprise. “Then I want you to tell me how you know what makeup remover I use.”  

“Can you say that again for me, baby?” You giggled, pulling off your shirt.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, I want you to fuck me.” Bradley groaned, pulling you in for another kiss. This time it was harsh, all teeth and tongues, noses knocking against each other. He shifted you onto your back, settling between your legs. “Lee,” You moaned as he palmed your breasts roughly.

“Love it when you call me that,” Bradley pulled at your sweats and you lifted your hips to help. You giggled as they went flying across the room, “No one else calls me that.” 

“Good,” You moaned, hands threading into his hair as he kissed down your chest.

“How attached are you to your bra?” He asked, tugging at the flimsy straps.

“The bra’s expensive,” You undid the clasp yourself, tossing it towards your sweats. “Panties aren’t.” The sound of ripping fabric filled the room but your protests were non-existent as he began lavishing your breasts with attention, licking, sucking, and biting both of them until you were a squirming mess.

“You’re fucking perfect, baby,” He kissed his way down your stomach. “And all mine. All fucking mine.”

“Lee,” You cried out when he licked you without hesitation. Bradley ate your pussy like a dying man, his mustache brushing against your sensitive clit. “If you ever,” You grunted as he slid a thick finger into you. “Shave your mustache again, I’ll key your Bronco.”

Bradley’s response was to double his efforts, adding a second finger, scissoring them to open you up for him. You felt your orgasm building, the coil in your stomach tightening painfully so.

“Come for me, baby.” He sucked your clit hard, the coil snapping as the orgasm washed over you. 

“Lee,” You moaned, vision going fuzzy. Your legs tightened around his head but Bradley didn’t slow down, elongating your orgasm until another one caught you off guard. 

“All fucking mine, baby.” Bradley gave you one last lick then kissed you, giving you a taste for yourself that had you moaning into his mouth. You barely heard the loud knock at the door, Bradley grabbed a blanket and covered you. “Stay covered, I don’t share.” 

“Noted,” You sighed, exhausted from two back-to-back orgasms.

Bradley quickly paid the man and abandoned the pizza in the kitchen, he scooped you into his arms. “What are you doing?” 

“Following orders,” Bradley grunted, squeezing your ass. He kicked his bedroom door shut behind you, placing you on the bed. “You think you’re ready for me, baby?” 

“If you don’t fuck me, Lee, I’m calling Hangman.” Bradley growled, pulling off his sweats and boxers in one go. You gulped, he was huge. 

“What did I just say about sharing?” 

“You might have to remind me,” Bradley was on you in an instant, kissing you hard until you were dying for air. “Bradley,” You scratched his back.

“What don’t I do, baby?” 

“Fuck me, apparently,” He bit down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pulling a load moan from you.

“Keep it up with, baby, one of these days I’ll fuck your mouth until you pass out.” Your pussy clenched around nothing at the thought of it, “Now, who’s the only one who gets to touch you like this.” 

“You,” You pulled him in for a kiss. “Now, please, please, please, fuck me, Lee.” 

“Condom?” You shook your head,

“Clean and on birth control. You?” 

“I’m clean,” You felt him notch himself at your entrance. “Ready?” You shifted your hips upwards, urging him to hurry up. “Words, baby.”

“‘Ready.” He pushed forward, his thick cock stretching you out until you were gasping and whining his name with every inch he gave you.

“Halfway there, baby.” Halfway? You groaned, digging your fingers into the sheets.

“Fuck, Lee, you’re huge,” Bradley chuckled, distracting you from the pain by playing with your nipples. He stilled when he bottomed out, giving you time to adjust. You felt so full of him and of pleasure, you knew it would only get better once he started to move.

“How do you want this to go, honey? You’re in control here,” You settled your hands on his broad shoulders, squeezing his strong muscles.

“Ruin me, Lee. We can do it slow and sweet after dinner,” He gave you a peck on the lips.

“Whatever you want.” He pulled back then snapped his hips forward, hitting a spot that had you crying out. He pace was relentless and exactly what you wanted, Bradley fucked you into the bed like a man possessed. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Squeezing my cock like a good girl,” You squeezed around him. “You like that, huh? You like being my good girl? Words, baby.”

“Yes, shit,” You scratched your nails down his back. “I’m your good girl, just don’t stop.” 

“Give me one more, baby,” His calloused fingers set a quick pace, rubbing your abused clit until you were screaming. “That’s it, come for me.” Your third orgasm hit you harder than the two before it, incoherent babbles spilling from your lips. “Think you can give me another?”

“No, no, no,” You whined but when he pulled his hand back you forced it back down. Bradley chuckled, happily working you up again.

“We’re going to have to work on your communication skills, baby,” You kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip. Bradley’s thrusts became erratic, he was close. “Come on my cock while I fill you up, baby.” That was all it took, you came and Bradley followed right behind you, spilling inside of you. 

“I think,” You panted as Bradley all but collapsed on top of you, “I think you broke me.” He chuckled, kissing your face all over as he shifted off of you, pulling you both onto your sides.

“How does a bath sound?” 

“Pizza first.” His stomach rumbled in agreement,

“Whatever you want, baby.”

a/n: this fic got away with me, it was supposed to stop when the pizza got there

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[gideonisms]

Post gideon's resurrection and post lobotomy-undoing harrow carries around extremely accurate diagrams of gideon and her many features so that in case they ever get in a similar situation she will definitely remember who gideon is

[blkbbyprincess]

GOOD GANJA, GODLY S*X

arcane!vi x blk!reader nsfw & mention of weed

the notorious aroma of freshly smoked loud drafted throughout the corridors of your home, curling around every piece of furniture and every surface, leaving a fragrant path that led straight to your room upstairs.

if anyone were to take a whiff of your environment right about now, they’d assume you were indulging yourself in a leisurely escape in the comfort of your space; but what they wouldn’t know is that you and vi were actually going round for round by blunt and by orgasm.

to be specific; you were riding vi crazy like a cowboy on a horse; gripping onto your black, suade kuromi comforter in right front of your closet mirror with red leds to create the perfect slutty vibe.

“fuckk- you’re so beautiful mama.” vi breathed out- taking a long inhale of your shared blunt as she watched as you struggle to bounce up and down on her gorgeous red siliconed cock; which matched with her red and black shadow the hedgehog boxers that she remembers you giggling at before pulling them down minutes prior due to the heavy amount of weed in your system.

she couldn’t keep her reddened eyes off how good you were fucking yourself on her; how good you looked with your curls sticking to your forehead all because of how bad you’ve been craving her all week, and how bright your golden hello kitty nipple piercings glistened in her face while you quivered going up and down on her cock.

“mmhmm, thankk youu thank y-youu.”

she couldn’t tell if you were thanking her for being filled up so full by her, or the compliment. you were too fucked out and fucked up to care as you were jumping up and down like a bunny; covered in her sweat and yours; desperately climbing towards the relief of your release.

your breasts intimately bumped up with her smaller ones; brown nipples finding their way brushing past her pink ones occasionally with each unsteady bounce on her strap as your arms loosely wrap around her collarbones; hands finding their way to her upper back unintentionally tracing her tattoo occasionally.

with her shirt pulled up between her teeth; struggling to keep quiet; vi watched every movement of yours while on top of her, like how your lengthy deep brown coils jumped up and down freely along with every jolt and jump you made on her. or how beautifully your melanated skin glistened with an almost translucent- glow in sweat even in the absence of bright light.

she often gets lost in thought at the fact that she’s seriously won the lottery; like big time. she still isn’t sure to this day how she managed to win your heart, but she is thankful in every way when she gets to be reminded over and over again every night that you’re truly a gem.

her diamond.

“woah, slow it down baby don’t hurt yourself ‘m not goin anywhere.” she snickered as she flicked the last of the roach into the nearby ashtray. vi wasn’t dumb, she knew when you have had enough, you’d stop; but she just liked to toy with you to rile you on and hopefully encourage you to go a little quicker so she can see your womanly arousal dripping down the toy; staining the fabric of the harness.

“can’t ‘ts too mhhmm good.”

you continued to rapidly rise and drop your body; completely disregarding vi’s warning, looking down at the space in between you and vi, watching closely at how her strap went inside of you and out repeatedly at your will; all while ferociously biting your bottom lip until it started to draw a small amount of blood.

you began to giggle to yourself at the thought that you were so cockdrunk; you could care less about a little bleeding that you would have freaked out about on any other occasion. nonetheless; you threw your soft, coily locs backwards out of your face to get a better look at your frame in the mirror to your left.

you radiated with utmost confidence, fully aware of your power and with a thrilling sense of control, you were well past ready to show vi a real good time- completely at your command. in a surprising twist, you let go of her, your fingers gliding teasingly down her neck to her v-line, before delivering a gentle push to her abdomen.

“baby, what ‘r yo-.”

without even fully registering what was happening due to the effects of the weed, vi’s head and the back of her torso had already touched the mattress

she briefly expressed concern on her face as you began to actually slow down and stop; only for you to start back up again, but this time you weren’t bouncing aggressively on her cock; you were grinding on it.

you wanted to make sure that you pushed up into her soo good, that she could swear she was feeling your pussy forreal. you began to slowly drag your clit over the base of the toy; leaning into vi’s face and gently intertwining your hands into her hair before removing them to grasp your perfectly crafted brown titties and squeeze them right in her face; giving her quite a show with nipple piercings included.

“g-gods _______, don’t do this to me, y’know i wanna touch y-you.”

“beg for it and i may.”

she hated begging; but for you, she’d become the best one the world’s even seen, so without hesitation she pleaded with you at her very best.

“please, please let me touch you ma, i’ve been real good.”

you put a finger over your lips and tapped in while pretending to think for a couple seconds while hovering over her scarred ones. since she was going to mess up what you had planned at first, you decided to ask her for a small favor in return; something you were sure she’d feel for certain later.

“only if you let me strap you next time.”

vi deadpanned at you for a moment before expressing a twinge of playful annoyance.

“fine, but you’re fuckin’ freaked out, y’know that?” she said with a giggle before sitting up and removing her strap out of you. vi wastes absolutely no time sliding her harness down from her waist and letting it fall off the side of the bed with a clunk. you observed her movements carefully; eyeing her facial expressions and body language, hoping she wasn’t pissed off at you for suggesting such a thing.

she stood on both of her feet and cupped your pretty little face before going in for one sloppy kiss; pushing some of her weight on you, letting you fall on your back with her now topping over you.

“mmmh, you smell so sweet, like a cupcake baby.” she said in the kiss as she started to pinch and grope your breasts; sliding her fingers down to your nipples to play with the sensitive gold metals punctured through them. the sweet, sugary smell of your perfume intoxicated her lungs and coerced her to squeeze every inch of your body and lean into you more, almost as if she were trying to get herself to share the same scent on her body.

she was finally about to get the reaction she had been hoping for all night when she began to guide her hands through your curls from the back of your head and run her hands through them; catching onto yet another scent of what smelled like warm coconut and mint. a satisfied expression masked her face when she realized she was drawing moans and whimpers from your throat; vibrating on the tip of her tongue just from breathing in every inch of you so intensely and intimately.

vi slid her tongue out of what felt like the deepest part of your throat and dragged it down your neck, kissing and leaving bites that were sure to show up later in deeper hue. you groaned at the absence of her wet muscle inside of your mouth; but she wouldn’t leave you dissatisfied for too long, she knew better.

she didn't intend to tease you; it was just hard for her to get past how breathtaking you looked right in front of her. it wasn't unusual for you to be stunning, but she couldn't help but admire how your beautiful, glowing brown complexion stood out against her slightly tanned one when your hands were intertwined during the kiss. it completely changed her perspective on the saying "the darker the berry, the sweeter the fruit," because before meeting you, she never realized just how sweet that fruit could really be.

she looked up from where she marked your body with cute little pecks from her lips near your belly button, and saw the eagerness in your expression just from how you were involuntarily biting your lip again.

“already so needy to get eaten, don’t worry baby i didn’t forget.” she grinned as she kissed her way down a little further making her way towards your gooey, aching heat; making sure to squeeze at the fat of your thighs before delivering a light slap at your ass making you yelp at the unpredicted action of hers.

“p-pleaseee don’t tease her, baby.”

vi knew exactly what you meant by her; obviously referring to your sweet pussy, so to play along with this new title you’ve given your goods, she pulls herself up from where she was on the lower end of your body, and slid her way towards your right ear to whisper real close-

“i think she can, she won’t mind if i take my time with you first right?”

[in-som-niyah]

happy international women’s day to Jason Todd and his thick, fat and sexy thighs

my thoughts about him singlehandedly dismantle the entire feminist movement and i’m not ashamed

[your-fucied-up-dad-volume1001]

[kortac-sweetheart]

stupid fcking cramps i’m mentally projecting the pain from my cramps onto a mr. simon “ghost” riley bc i like being mean to him

anyway back to regularly scheduled nikto posting

nikto who takes you being on your period in stride, taking care of you with practiced ease. menstrual products prestocked and plentiful at home, and he doesn’t sweat it when you need more of something, asking plainly what thickness you need and running off to buy it.

nikto who stocks up on your favorite snacks, that bar of chocolate you like, perhaps that bag of chips too, all easily accessible at home in the pantry. (he gets a bowl of it for you so you can just relax.)

nikto that always makes sure you’re warm, the cold only worsens cramps after all. you’ll always find yourself wrapped up in two blankets with him spooning you in his arms from behind. the combo of a hot water bottle and his warm calloused hands are heavenly on your aching tummy.

you don’t even need to ask him to give you a massage either, he takes to it like a cat kneading dough. his thumbs rub firm and steady circles into your stomach, the heat from his hands and the pressure all but knocks you out. relaxing into a nice nap under his touch.

nikto who never really cares if you accidentally got blood onto the sheets, he’s seen his fair share of blood dear, this is nothing in comparison. never mentions it directly aloud, says something along the lines of “oh, we can warm up the duvet in the dryer too. how convenient.” he never makes you feel bad about your periods, ever.

all in all, when you have your period around him it’s pretty much smooth sailing.

on the other side of the coin however, don’t be surprised if you get a call from krueger when he’s in the middle of the grocery store pad aisle asking “what pussy size do you wear?”

krueger… he tries his best. a+ for effort. at least nikto’s there to dote on you a little more than krueger can. it takes krueger a little more experience with you on your period to take care of you on nikto’s level. but once he’s there then being on your period isn’t half bad (save for the god awful cramps).

[book-lover85]

Sophie curses out the Neverseen in human languages so they don't understand her and when Keefe manifests he starts to notice