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what if noya gets lightning hair in his 3rd year to take the rolling thunder thing to the next level 

🦊ok so I'm actually working on writing it but have some seritoin!

So imagine you're with Dilf! Bakugou. After you two dancing around actually getting together for a good long while you've been together for like six months to year.

You find out you're pregnant and conveniently it's Bakugous birthday. So on your way home you stop to find some sort of gift to tell him. Now I was on Pinterest and saw a onesie that says daddy's little sidekick. So imagine buying that and wrapping it up and at the end of the night when it's finally just you two you give it to him.

Now, of course, you're a little nervous cause you weren't planning to have kids now at least, maybe hadn't talked much about it. He already had a few kids from his ex wife. Obviously you knew he wouldn't ditch you but you weren't sure if he'd be happy or disappointed.

So he unwraps it. Momentarily freezes. Are you pregnant or telling him you wanna get pregnant. But you start to panic a bit and words just start coming out. "I'm sorry, shoulda been more careful with the pill, I know you probably didn't want more kids, etc" but he cuts you off, and pulls you into his lap and is just like "I'm really gonna be a dad again?"

And he tells you not to worry a bit, he couldn't be happier. And the picture you use to announce it to the public is you sitting in his lap and you both holding the onesie, maybe a little teary eyed!

pls tag me in this when you write it bc I’m crying

this was so sweet!!! the self doubt and panicking and the reassurance is just ugh 🥺🥺🥺🥺

this was so cute I can’t

Insecure beta Shinso and omega reader, Shinso is just so so in love with you he loves being around you and since betas don’t have that strong of a scent and don’t have as good of a nose as alphas or omegas he can’t smell that signature scent that you have can’t pick up on scents in general and yet knowing he could never be the man that you end up mating with he still allowed himself to fall in deep and it hurts, seeing alphas come up to you telling you to “ditch that beta loser” or hearing your omega friends tell you “when are you going to find a mate already?” It hurts. But he can’t help it- when you smile at him or giggle at his corny jokes he puts aside those thoughts and just pretends for a moment that you could ever love him too and that you wouldn’t choose any alpha over him.

But little does he know you’re just as in love with him...those violet eyes staring at you with so much affection, you think of him every time you go into heat and it’s so hard because you’re unsure wether or not you should even tell him unknowing of the way he really feels about you and you know a lot of girls like Shinso regardless of his status and it hurts thinking that they could possibly get claimed by him first

So the two of you dance around your feelings, hoping that the other is madly in love with the other.

URGENT: a short smut bbrae fic

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: ❝𝗨𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧.❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑:1/5

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣'𝙨

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙮, 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠

៚ *·˚ ༘ ➳

"Use your tongue."

That was how she wanted him. She wanted his face in between her thighs, his hands spreading her wide open, his body angling into her heat.

Raven has on a thin tee, but the lower half of her body is at his disposal. Her nipples swell through the fabric of her shirt, sweat begins to rise on her skin.

He peppers kisses on her inner thighs, moves his lips down to the inside of her knees. He softly nips at some of her fragile flesh, tinting his palette of burgundy and sinful violet onto her alabaster.

Raven inhales as he nears her entrance.

His eyes are hungry. Black against the heavy sensation of lust. He's the predator, she's the prey, but they are both trapped by each other's desires. He nearly salivates at the sight of her cavern. Damp flesh, shell-pink lips, the pre-wetness impatiently dripped down the apex of her thighs.

"Beautiful. Everything's beautiful about you, you know that, right?" he glances up at her.

The moonlight contrasts her light skin, her amethyst hair and eyes blend in with the duskiness.

"Yes, I do."

"It took you a while to realize that. Years. But, even when you're aware of that, I can't help but tell you."

She's a goddess, even though realistically, she originated from hell. He worshipped his embodiment of beauty, power, strength, courage, and goodness. This was not the first time he has knelt in front of her throne, and eaten her fruit. The more he did it, was the more appetizing she tasted, and the more she felt, the more she loved.

His nails sink into her hips gently, then he starts. He lets his warm air play over her. He smells her eager warmth, it was almost like he was a thermometer, and she was a fever. His tongue slits neatly through her labias, grazing across a channel of nerves. Raven sighs, coiling her slender fingers in his lush hair.

One lick, and he's hooked. Similar to the feeling of eating a bag of chips, and clinging to the sensation until you finish.

He eases back a bit, exhales.

Before Raven poses the question he speaks.

"You're in for a rough one, Rae. But, a good one." a borderline growl resonates in his voice.

There goes that look in his eyes again. Nothing is going to deter him, and she is his only focus.

"Are you ready, princess?" he consents.

"I am." is her ready reply.

He pulls up her hips, and goes in again. His tongue situates between her inner lips. He gives exasperatingly draw-out strokes. His sucks on the flesh, nips at it, kisses it, growls into it, tells it his darkest wishes.

Slowly. He drinks in her flavor, allows her scent to settle into his soul. Raven squirms, the fist in his hair tightens. He steadily pushes his tongue in, watching her face crinkle in passion.

Raven moans.

She was his downfall, she always was. Any one sound, or hint of body language set him off instantly. Beastboy always had some sort of grip on his beastial instincts, but when it came to her, and her only... nothing could save the both of them.

He goes in pushing his tongue centimeters deep. His tongue paints colors of pleasure and delight into the canvas no one else has touched. His tip slips against the growing slick of her walls. She contracts, whimpers, then grinds her hips into his mouth.

"Riding my face while I eat you out? Huh, babygirl? You know that drives me crazy."

He roughly (but affectionately) tugs her hips closer to his mouth.

Beastboy puts his beast into it. He is never disappointed, he is always satisfied by her flavor. Even so, he still remained insatiable.

He could eat her out for days on end without once complaining or tiring.

"Eat it out, baby." Raven begs, her demonic cravings are crushing her central nervous system.

She's honeyed glaze with a little zestful tang. A taste with balance and a lasting effect.

Due to his enhanced sensory levels, smells, tastes, and anything else concerning the senses sticked to Beastboy for a while. Especially Raven.

Raven swallows a noise, then wriggles her hips away from his mouth.

"Don't move. You're gonna handle it, Rae. I know you can." her sex is deeper into his mouth, and he is deeper in her.

Another muffled noise trembles inside of her throat. His ears are decorated in her noises of content. She husks the most nasty filth he's ever heard. He secretly admires that she chooses her hellish demeanor over her ceremonious, Azarathian one when they had sex.

He glances at her, realizing her eyes were closed against the force of lust. Eye contact was one of his favorites during sex to begin with.

"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."

They get a hold of eye contact, then Raven breaks again. She arches into him, feeling him hit every point he needed to.

"Say my name." he commands.

Raven huffs, disobeying his order. She disliked being vulnerable, even sexually. To her luck, that never worked with her partner. He always got everything out of them both.

"Say it." he knows her spots and ruins them.

She holds in a moan, her legs quiver. Her pupils dilate, her blood pressure rises, and her muscles tense.

"Are you holding back, Rae? Don't do that, you know that you're safe with me."

He goes in harder, faster, with more strength, and more love. His tongue flicks over her sore bud, his mouth eats with the intent to leave nothing behind.

"Gar!" her scream was bone chilling, even to Beastboy, who's heard it plenty of times.

"There you go. Look how good you did." he exhales deeply, absorbing her white silk.

He finishes, goes back up to her face.

"You're sore?" he asks tenderly.

"Mhm." Raven nods with a smirk.

"Good, that means I did my job well."

His basil thumb glissades down the side of her mouth, pulling down the bottom lip.

"Open your mouth for me, pretty girl." Beastboy orders.

She grants his request, parting open her lips. He lets his spit drop slowly into her mouth, a clear string dangling in between both of their mouths. He then shoots a small load into her mouth, then closes her lips.

"Swallow. All of it."

She gulps down with a pleased smile.

"Jeez, Rae." his mind was never able to fathom the existence of this girl.

He always wondered how could she dare to be present in the same time as him.

"You know what,"

"On all fours, now."

៚ *·˚ ༘ ➳

hiyaa. thank you for reading part one of urgent. i hope you all enjoyed. i will post the other parts soon💜✨💚 this story is also available on my ao3 & ff.net @bbraeism. take care💗

Solely based from that one Mickey Mouse short scene: https://youtu.be/C-71xmZWRtw

My farmer at Marnie’s Ranch every 8am to give Shane 1 hot pepper

(sorry this is so messy I found this in my wip files from last month and I just wanted to finish it once and for all)

Chicken man 🐔

(click for better quality, because tumblr compressed my beautiful boy u-u)

how to chu your libero in two simple steps

valentine’s day event- day 2 

doctor’s orders

//lol remember when i said i was going to write cute valentine’s day scenarios? yeah, i’m in a mood and i’m just gonna write shameless smut for the next 11 days.

mostly for @luccislegs​ and @dumbass-no-mi​ 

warning- shameless nsfw, also- sub!law

Law was tired.

Working at the hospital day and night with barely enough time to coax himself into a sleep that lasted for more than four hours left Law restless and exhausted, weaving through the indiscriminable days at a frighteningly fast pace, practically unaware of his surroundings.

He knew his job was important; working in the ER was nothing shy of gruesome at times, but he needed to do it. Perhaps his workaholic tendencies were fuelled by a twisted form of savior’s complex, but he recognized the importance of the matter and his desire to save as many people as he could.

It could be draining, though.

If Law was lucky, he would be home before 2, silently drifting into bed, slinking his arms around you from behind and softly kissing the back of your head, relishing in the temporary comfort that you granted him.

He knew it was hard on you too, especially the nights when he didn’t come home at all, opting to camp out in the 8th floor waiting room that was closed after hours, trying to get a couple of hours of sleep in before resuming his work.

You didn’t mind too much, though. Granted it was lonely spending the days without him, communicating mainly through abrupt texts quickly sent between operations, and sometimes you wished that he were there, holding you as the both of you drifted off to sleep, but you found solace in the little notes and gifts he would leave for you to find when you woke up in the morning. Sometimes, you would even visit him during his lunch break, picking up all kinds of delicious things from the bakery across the street from your apartment.

It reminded him of home, he would tell you as he kissed your forehead before going back to work.

The only thing that was starting to bother you about his prolonged absence was that you were starting to feel rather pent up with, well- sexual frustration. You and Law barely had sex anymore except for on rare occasions when he came home in desperate need of attention, and though you daren’t tell him, there were times in which you yearned  for his touch.

In fact, the longer you went without seeing him, the more your frustration worsened. Throughout the day you were plagued with erotic, if not carnal fantasies, flowing through your mind at rapid intervals, going as far as distracting you from your work. Hands and toys could only do so much, you thought to yourself- the fact of the matter was- you needed him.

And it was precisely of that that you were thinking when the front door swung open at an unexpectedly early 8:47 PM.

“Law?”

A tired sigh answered your question as your boyfriend trudged into the hallway still dressed in his doctor’s uniform, dark circles lining his eyes.

“What are you doing home so early?” you continued, helping him out of his coat and setting his briefcase on the table.

“They gave me a couple of days off,” Law murmured, as he pulled off his shoes. “I’ve got a cold so they wanted me to rest up for a bit.” 

“You aren’t working for the next couple of days?” you asked in disbelief, as your heart soared at the prospect of getting to finally spend time with him.

Law simply nodded in affirmation as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you affectionately.

Suddenly overcome with a feeling of mischief, you pulled away and cupped his cheeks with your hands.

“How about you let me take care of you tonight, doctor,” you said, a hint of playfulness coating your voice. 

Law raised an intrigued eyebrow as you slinked your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, prompting him to let his head fall back with a contented hum.

“God, I missed this,” he muttered under his breath, as you continued to suck and kiss at his neck, “I missed you.”

Pulling his lips against yours, you led him to the bedroom, feeling a mixture of urgency and lust as you stripped him of his shirt, running your hands across his bare toned chest. Leaning into you, Law kissed you with an undeniable need that you had rarely felt emanating from him.

“Do you trust me?” you whispered as you undid his belt with care and slipped off his pants.

“Depends,” he answered, eyes glazed over with lust, “what did you have in mind?”

Kissing him once more, you brought his hands behind him and fastened them tightly with the belt.

“Intensive care,” you responded simply, nipping affectionately at his earlobe as Law hummed in approval.

“Really?” His voice was soft and sensual, arousing you to your core. “How bad is it?”

“You tell me, doctor.”

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Sorry to bother you with my thoughts but i REALLY want to jerk a mouthy boy’s off in a locker room/public bathroom/changing room or anywhere semi public and having his shirt rolling up so he can bite on the hem of his own shirt to muffle his noises ya know 😐 your hand lazily stroking his cock as you tell him to be still (but you secretly love the way his shaky thighs trying to keep himself standing straight) and your hand that’s toying with his nipple move to wipe his falling tears 😐 i am thinking 😐 anyways can i be your regular anon dhdhdj

WARNINGS: nsfw, (18+) mdni. handjob, public sex, bodily fluids, bondage.

SUB!OIKAWA X DOM!READER

handjob in the locker room — headcanons.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: NO BC I’VE HAD OIKAWA BRAINROT FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS, SO BRAIN IMMEDIATELY GOES TO HIM!!1!2!2!2!

anyway, next time you come around, i’ll brainrot with you, but for now, here are some hcs/drabble thingies. 😎

SIDE NOTE: these r quick, and reader gets edged at the end HEHAHEHA

࿐ OIKAWA TŌRU — gym locker room;

“don’t fucking move, tōru.”

his drool was coating the fabric of his volleyball jersey, his whimpers muffled by it. heavy breaths echoed in the corner you two were standing in as he groaned, the wall of lockers barely shielding you from the entrance.

his arms were tied behind his back with your belt, the material digging into his wrists he pulled at it, arching his back, leaning his head against your shoulder.

as he stood, your arms looped through his, your chest pressed against back, and yours against the lockers.

your fingers dragged up and down his shaft, listening to his pretty moans as he bucked into your fist, watching as his hot pre-cum dripped onto the floor.

all the while, your other hand teased his nipples, pinching the sensitive bud between your index and thumb, gently rolling it, feeling him flinch in your arms.

you thought you could hear oikawa’s team asking where he was, if only his moans weren’t so damn loud.

the handle of the door clicked, and the sound of the creaking hinges startled you both. however, you still wanted to play.

“oikawa, are you in here? we’re ready to start practice.” one of his teammates asked, his voice booming throughout the — now — quiet room. other than the sticky sounds of tōru’s cum being used as lubricant for your hand.

leaning down, smiling as your lips grazed the crook of his neck, you parted them, grazing his pale skin with your teeth.

“be quiet, baby.. don’t wanna get caught in such an embarrassing position..” your low voice rumbles into his ear.

picking up the pace of your hand, you stroke his cock faster, rubbing circles into his tip as you did so. his thighs began to shake as he held his breath, face turning red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

his body involuntarily thrusted into the pressure of your tight fist, coaxing his orgasm to come faster. as he did so, a quick little whimper left his throat.

“or do you want to get caught? gonna cum while your friend’s in here, tōru? want him to see what a mess you are, watch you cum?” you coo, teasing him, but to your surprise, he nodded.

“what a dirty little whore you are..”

5/3/21

"Sometimes I wonder if, when you look at me, you wish you were seeing her."

"I see you, Pidge. And you're exactly who I want to see."