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How The OP Boys React To You Wearing Someone Else’s Jacket

A/N : hey! This is just something to make up for my lack of writing recently. Hope you enjoy!

Summary : a couple of the one piece boys react to you wearing someone else’s jacket instead of theirs. How could you? :>

includes ; Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, law and Mihawk.

only Luffy’s ended up being a hc, the others are like super short scenarios lol. Well. Just dialogue mostly.

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Luffy

Visibly confused when he notices.

Why are you wearing Law’s jacket over your shoulders? Today isn’t particularly cold, at least not for him.

He isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t like it.

Will not hesitate to confront you and ask you straight up.

“Oi, [Name]! Why are you wearing Law’s jacket?”

He has the biggest, sulky pout on his lips with his arms crossed and staring at you.

Weird thing is, Law hasn’t been around for a while so you must’ve had that jacket for quite some time if you’re wearing it.

“Luffy. It just feels warm and big on me, so I wore it. Plus, this way, I won’t forget to return it to him when we see him again!”

Luffy pouts further at your comment and sighs, clearly growing agitated the longer you wore it.

Since Luffy didn’t particularly had a jacket, he stripped off his shirt and tossed it at your face.

“Wear this instead! I don’t want you wearing Law’s jacket, you’ll smell like him!”

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Zoro

Clear displeasure and irritation evident when he sees you walking out in an all too familiar jacket.

“Why the hell are you wearing that?”

Tugging on Sanji’s blazer securely, you shrug and continue what you were doing.

“It’s chilly out, and Sanji offered me his jacket. It’s warm.”

Hearing your excuse merely increased his annoyance. That chivalrous bastard.

“Well take it off. It looks horrible on you.” He bluntly comments and you roll your eyes at him. “I’m cold though!”

“Fine.”

And so, Zoro walks on over towards you and not giving a damn if he ripped the jacket as he pulls it off your body, he unties his (kimono?) and before you could react,

he is pulling you into his embrace, before tying back up with you inside and carried you over to the railing of the deck.

He plops down and sits with his back to the railing and you in his lap. “Now you won’t be cold.” He says, wrapping his arms around you and shut his eyes.

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Sanji

“Hm? [Name]-chan, why are you wearing Luffy’s shirt?”

Absolutely shocked at the many thoughts running through his mind. You were wearing Luffy’s shirt,

The same one that he wears everyday?! And so, LUFFY IS WALKING AROUND SHIRTLESS BECAUSE YOU ARE WEARING HIS SHIRT?!

“Oh, I—“

“HOW DARE YOU LUFFY, YOU BASTARD! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, YOU STUPID RUBBER STRAW HAT!” Sanji cries out, completely lost and in tears. “HOW DARE YOU TAINT MY [NAME]-CHAN’S INNOCENCE LIKE THAT?!”

“Sanji! Relax! It’s not like that!”

You let out a breath as the chef finally relaxed, teary eyes and teardrops running down his cheeks. “*sniffles loudly* you sure?..”

“Of course I’m sure! Usopp, Luffy and I were just playing a game and I got wet. Luffy let me wear his shirt to cover myself while I changed.”

Sanji widens his eyes in realization and relaxes his shoulders, exhaling out in slight relief. “Oh.. I see..”

“Besides, I wouldn’t go for Luffy. I’d totally go for Zoro—“ before you could continue your tease, Sanji interrupts.

“YOU DUMBASS MARIMO!”

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Law

“[Name]-ya. Why are you wearing that?”

Taking a second glance when you enter the room, he can feel confusion and his eyebrow twitching in irritation at the familiar sight.

“Actually, how the hell do you even have that?”

Glancing down at the large cape/jacket that had a faint smell of alcohol, metal and Kid’s common body scent, you shrug in response.

“I don’t actually know, but I found it and it’s comfortable so I’m keeping it! Eustass can find another one.”

Law rubs the bridge of his nose and heaves a heavy sigh. “Do you mind taking it off? I don’t need the smell of that metal head filling my ship.”

Obviously, he just despised seeing you in it.

Law definitely doesn’t want to be near you just to smell Kid’s scent, either.

“Whyyy, it’s comfortable and I’m feeling cold..” you whine and Law rolls his eyes. “Then take this.”

He grumbles under his breath and slips off his doctor’s coat and held it out for you, his other hand and attention focused on his paperwork.

He just wanted to see you in his jacket really, he was sure you’d look a hundred times better.

Excited, you immediately take off Kid’s coat and take Law’s, slipping it on and grin widely. “Smells just like you... and disinfectant.”

You laugh a bit and Law couldn’t help the curve of his lips at the sight of you.

You did look a lot better in his clothes.

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Ace

“Baby, don’t tell me that’s still Sabo’s jacket you’re wearing..”

The fake betrayal and expression of pain and sadness lit his eyes and you felt just a pang of guilt.

“Maybe.. he offered it to me! I just came across him today and he didn’t want me to get cold.”

“Why didn’t you wear a jacket?”

Visibly sulky and pouty, and whining that you shouldn’t be wearing another man’s clothes, especially his brothers.

“I forgot! And besides, I would have taken yours but you don’t wear anything.” You hum, and Ace smirks lightly.

“Because it’s easier to get in the mood that way~” he jokes and you roll your eyes despite the giggle that slipped out.

“Besides, if you were cold, I am literally an actual body heater. Just cuddle and hug me if you’re cold!”

“Okay, okay! Let’s go and get some cuddles right now then.”

“I know another way I can warm you up instead~” Ace hums, immediately picking you up by the waist and taking you to the bedroom.

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Sabo

When Sabo returns early from a small task, he finds you on the bed and in a particular someone’s jacket, confusing him.

“Hey, love. Is this Roronoa’s blazer? Why do you have it?”

You’re overjoyed seeing the blonde returning so soon, but a bit startled at his appearance and question.

“Oh, Zoro lent it to me! It was during Dressrosa, before we left after talking with his crew mates.”

“Why didn’t you just ask for mine?” Sabo pouts, frowning when he saw how adorable you looked in something that wasn’t his or technically yours.

“You were busy with explaining your backstory to them, I didn’t want to interrupt you.” You sheepishly say, seeing his pout and was quick to take off the jacket.

“But since you’re here, give me yours! It smells like you, so I want it!”

“You know I have plenty in the closet..” he mumbles, reluctantly taking his off with a sulk, hiding his secret smile. “So I’m just second choice?”

Of course, now he was just teasing you.

“Sabo!”

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Mihawk

“Mi amor, tell me the reason for the red-haired’s coat around you.”

Mihawk’s expression is laced with displeasure and disappointment at the sight of it.

He is equally annoyed and irritated that you seem to have Shank’s smell lingering on you from his coat.

“When Shanks visited, he left his coat behind. It’s comfortable so I wore it.”

“Well, take it off. It’s an annoyance to see and smell. Throw it out.”

You could only sigh at Mihawk’s stern, yet toneless voice and follow his order, slipping the material off your shoulders and went to an open window.

“Wait.”

Mihawk pulls at his mini cross blade and swings twice, successfully cutting the fabric into pieces just as you released your hold on it.

“Was that necessary?..” you mumble, a slight smile and amusement playing on your face as Mihawk nods, shutting his golden eyes. “Of course.”

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A/N : I was going to include Kid and Corazon but like, this was a lot already and this isn’t even that great in general, and I just wanted to post something :> hope you still like this!

Sorry if it seems rushed and not that great. I’m really out of my writing game lately. :/

LANGUOR

— nsfw // f. reader + (milf fucker extraordinaire) hitoshi shinso 

— nipple play + fingering + thigh riding + manhandling + exhibitionism + breeding + mentions of: infidelity + motherhood + drug use

— written for the milf fuckers collab | hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting​  

 — 5.6k words

today is a new day.

today, hitoshi shinso sits easy, sprawled out on your plush, ivory, chaise lounge, with his legs spread just wide enough that you might venture to plant yourself between them.

a familiar, stale whiff of remorse tickles your throat as you breathe him in, the smell of his cologne muddled with the earthy stench of weed, fumes clinging to his hair. he hasn’t smoked today, and he hasn’t touched you yet; he doesn’t have to.

this is not the first time this has happened.

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prompt 28 (i think??) with atsumu and maybe like a bar to hookup situation?? honestly anything is fine but that’s just the idea i had

300 Follower Event

Miya Atsumu

Prompt 28: “You’re hot, you’re just intolerable”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: this is a genuine drunk hookup. if that makes you uncomfy please do not read. other than that, car sex. that’s about it.

the number of bar flirting scenes i’ve written goes up every single day and i enjoy each one more than the last.

really though, he is who i wrote this prompt for. thank you so much.

He was looking at you again.

The artificial blond with the dazzling laugh that you couldn’t get out of your head, who had been nursing mixed drink after mixed drink all night, was staring at you with dark eyes even as his friends continued yelling back and forth. He was handsome, you had to admit, but he looked like trouble. The good kind, but trouble nonetheless.

You turned back to the glass in front of you. You honestly didn’t remember what was in it, or how many had come before it. You were just very warm, very giggly, and very happy to be there. You glanced at the corner where another woman was fully mounted on one of the blond’s friends. It brought a goofy smile to your lips, but you shook your head and threw back the rest of your drink. The bartender looked up at you expectantly.

“Can I just have, like --” You gestured in a way that you were sure made no logical sense. “A big water?” He raised his eyebrows.

“You want a water?”

You grinned.

“Yes please.”

“I’ll have what they’re havin’,” a voice said beside you. You turned and had to lurch back because of how close the face was. It was, of course, the blond. His breath smelled like whatever lime flavored concoction he had left at his table and his eyes were a dark brown up close. Shit, he really was good looking.

“Get ready for a big cup of nothing, buddy,” you said. He grinned at the juvenile nickname and leaned his head on his hand.

“Nothin’ is everything in good company.”

“That’s not a real saying.”

“No. No it is not.” He smirked at you as the bartender set two bottled waters on the counter. You thanked him and the blond shot him a smile. You cracked open the water and took a sip, eyes not leaving his.

“So,” he said, plopping down on the barstool next to you. “What’s yer deal? You’ve been checkin’ me out all night.”

“If looking back at the creep staring at me counts as ‘checking him out’ then I guess you’re right.”

“Aw, come on. If I really was a creep ya would’ve told me off hours ago.”

“That’s true. I hadn’t talked to you yet so I didn’t want to make too many assumptions.”

“Yet? So ya were plannin’ on approaching me?”

You rolled your eyes.

“It wasn’t high on my to-do list. With how you were staring I figured I just had to wait.”

“I guess you were right about that.” He smiled and took a long sip of his water. “Tryin’ to sober up with this, then?

“I was, but now that you’re here I think I need another drink.”

“Yeah? Am I that bad of company?”

“I just don’t want to be able to clearly see that ugly mug of yours.” You tried to phrase it like an insult, but your smile didn’t make make it very convincing.

He wasn’t even phased.

“Lying will get ya nowhere.”

“Yeah? Could probably get me home if I made up a good excuse.”

“Don’t need an excuse. I can walk away anytime. Ya want me to leave?”

You held your water to your lips to keep from answering.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. He studied your face for a moment, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “I’ll buy ya a shot if you really want another.”

“You gonna do it with me?”

“F’course. Why else would I be sittin’ here?”

You sighed and swirled to face him.

“What were you thinking?”

“Somethin’ sweet-ish for you."

You shrugged.

“You’re buying.”

He grinned and waved down the bartender. You watched him as he ordered. He was actually remarkably polite and his wide smile seemed to work magic. The bartender who had hardly looked at you for an hour was laughing right with him.

With the blond no longer paying attention to you, you let your eyes scan the rest of his body. Your attention fixed on his legs, where his slacks were remarkably tight around his thighs. You had to wonder if he played a sport of some kind, because you couldn’t bring yourself to stop staring.

A moment later, two short glasses were sitting in front of you and he was ducking his head into your line of vision to get your attention.

“See somethin’ ya like?” he teased. You shoved his face away.

“Don’t start that.”

“Come on, sweetheart, I know ya think I’m hot.”

“You’re hot, you’re just intolerable.”

“Yet you’re still sittin’ here.”

“What can I say? I have bad taste.”

“I can’t say the same.”

“Is that why you’re still sitting here?”

“Only because you haven’t invited me anywhere else.”

“Oh? Think you’re getting lucky?”

“That’s not for me to decide. But for the record, you could tell me to follow you in front of a moving train right now and I’d probably say yes.”

You stared at each other for a little too long. Your brain couldn’t focus on anything but his face. It was pulled into a permanent smile and could see the tip of his tongue resting behind one canine. He probably thought the expression was attractive and, jesus, he was right. He broke your train of thought by lifting his glass in your direction.

“What should we toast to?” he asked.

“I’d say to good company, but it’d hardly be accurate.”

He grinned and clinked your glass.

“To horrible, obnoxious, very handsome company.”

You smiled and raised your own shot.

“I can drink to that.”

He winked and you both threw your heads back. As you set down your glass he winced and he stuck out his tongue.

“I’ve had too much to drink for that to be pleasant,” he choked out.

“Poor baby. Maybe you should head home.”

“If yer invitin’ me over, I might consider it.”

You wanted to glare but a giggle rose from your throat instead.

“You can sure run your mouth,” you said.

“I’ve been told before.”

“You think it’s charming?”

“Do you?”

“Unfortunately.”

He tipped his head into his palm and stared at you. The shot felt like it went right to your head. Somehow he was even more handsome the hazier you felt, but it might have been you were just more willing to admit it. You were about to make the mistake of complimenting him when he tapped his foot against your leg.

“I just realized I don’t know your name.”

“Do you deserve to know?” you teased. He scrunched up his nose and hooked his foot on the bar of your seat.

“Come on, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off of your face.

“Y/n,” you said. He looked tired but grinned anyway.

“Miya Atsumu,” he said. He made a show of gesturing to himself. “You c’n just call me Atsumu, if you want.”

You shrugged.

"Maybe.”

He sighed dramatically and leaned father forward.

“Have I told ya you’re incredibly attractive?” he asked, gaze fixed on your lips.

“Not in those words,” you said.

“Well I’m telling’ ya now.” He poked at your leg. “I like the way yer face looks. I’d like to see it closer, but only if ya wanna see mine too.” His hand squeezed your thigh instead of poking at it and he looked up at you. He was still smiling, but there was a hazy adoration in his dark eyes that you just couldn’t look away from.

Fuck it.

You threw a few bills on the bar and stood.

“You drive here, Miya?”

“Nah. Did you?”

“Yep. Come on.” You began walking toward the door but Atsumu clumsily caught your arm.

“Nuh-uh. No drivin’ right now.”

You turned back around and leaned down to look him in the eye.

“Did I say anything about actually driving?”

You waited one, two, three seconds and his face lit up in understanding. He scrambled out of his chair and grabbed his coat. He didn’t even say goodbye to his friends as he rushed in front of you to hold the door, then eagerly followed you outside.

“I knew ya’d see the light,” he said, lightly bumping against your shoulder.

“You sure? You seemed pretty surprised.”

“I was just lookin’ at ya. A pretty face that close would shock anyone.”

“Sure it would.” You got to your car and after more than one try managed to unlock the door. You switched off the automatic lights and shut the door again.

“Can I call shotgun or does the backseat have the best view?” he said, leaning down to peer through the window.

“I could just send you back inside, you know.”

He hopped in front of you, nearly tipping over in the process, and leaned against the car door.

“But ya won’t.” You glared at him for a moment. He just grinned back.

“Backseat,” you whispered.

He made an excited noise that sounded a lot like a slurred “yay.” He popped open the door and slid inside, leaning too far onto the leather before pushing himself upright again. You climbed in after him and locked the door.

“Alrighty. Where do ya want me?” he asked, making a show of holding his hands up by his head. You laughed despite yourself and threw a leg over his lap.

“Shut the fuck up, Miya.” You grabbed him by the front of the shirt and crashed your lips into his. He smiled into the kiss, one hand rising to cup the side of your face. It was a little sloppy, or a lot sloppy, or maybe you just didn’t care. His tongue was in your mouth and yours was probably in his, but all you could think to do was push him farther into the back of the seat and tighten your legs around him.

His hands fell to your hips, then slipped lower, squeezing lightly and causing you to grind into his lap. He let out a short laugh that you were pretty sure was meant to be a sigh. You chuckled and bit his lower lip, then immediately returned to kissing him. He groaned into your mouth and pulled you closer. You dropped your lips to his jaw. He inhaled sharply and his fingers dug into your skin. You could feel that he was hard, and it was only becoming more apparent the more you kissed down his throat.

“Fuck,” he breathed. You laughed and returned to kissing his lips. You pulled at his belt, fumbling for a moment due to the haziness still sitting in your brain. He reached down to help you, hands only serving to get in the way. He broke the kiss, a small frown on his face.

“Wait. Hold on,” he said. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he carefully undid his pants. “S’that okay?” he asked, looking back up at you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“I think it’s okay, yeah,” you said, unable to hold back your laughter. He started smiling back, then stopped.

“Yer clothes are still on,” he said matter of factly. You looked down.

“They are.”

He looked back up at your face.

“Can they not be?”

You grinned and leaned out of his lap, undoing your pants and tugging them off. You discarded them on the floor and got back into his lap.

“Is that better?” you asked. He nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for another kiss. You humored him, pressing your lips to his quickly before pulling away. He grinned as you leaned back, opening the center console.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked. You pulled out a condom and he burst out laughing.

“What?” you said, rolling your eyes.

“M’sorry. I don’ know why I’m laughin’.”

“You know your accent gets stronger when you drink?” you asked, amused.

“I don’ have an accent.”

“Sure you don’t, Miya.”

He laughed again and leaned his face against your chest.

“Shhh,” you cooed, lifting his chin up and pressing a kiss to his lips. Both of you were still grinning. His eyes grew wide as you ripped open the wrapper with your teeth. You tugged down his boxers and slid the condom on quickly. He inhaled sharply, staring at your face as you reached between your legs, pulling fabric aside and lining him up with your entrance.

You wrapped a hand tightly around his neck as you sunk down. He sighed loudly into your ear and braced his arms around your waist.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. You smiled and pressed your lips to his. His kiss was messy and desperate and graced with the occasional giggle, but he seemed to forget what was funny whenever you shifted your hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Hold on.” You stilled and he grabbed your ass. “Hold on. Let me.” He steadied himself and thrust up into you. You gasped and buried your face into his hair. Groans and pants and curses fell from his lips as he fucked into you as fast as his inebriated brain would let him. Your gasping in his ear only spurred him on.

“Jesus, you feel good. Look at you,” he mumbled. He wasn't looking, but he didn’t seem to care. You laughed against his face, bringing a smile to his lips.

“You’ve got a pretty smile,” you whispered. A noise left his lips that almost sounded like a giggle.

“Keep it up and I’m gonna go home with ya.” He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you and you moaned. He laughed. “Doesn’t sound like ya’d be too upset about that.”

“Shut up,” you breathed. He hummed and gripped you tighter.

“No promises.”

He was already noisy, but his voice seemed to get even louder as he got closer. You grabbed his face and kissed him, swallowing his breath as it turned into panting. His hips lost their rhythm and his fingertips dug into you.

“Fuck,” he grunted. His voice was harsh and desperate. He let out one last strained groan against as he held you against him and spilled into the condom. He was completely tense for a moment, then his body melted back into the seat. You let out a breathy laugh and kissed his forehead. Both of your chests heaved and you checked out the window for the first time. They were fogged up, but the only person outside seemed to be an older man, stumbling around and clearly absolutely wasted.

Atsumu leaned close, lips spread in a grin.

“Is it weird to say I think I love you?” he asked. You pushed his face away and laughed.

“You’re drunk, Miya.”

“So’re you! Let’s get married.”

“I’m ordering you a car.”

“Only if you come with me.”

You looked at him carefully. He may as well have had heart eyes. You sighed and pulled out your phone.

“Fine.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and hugged you close, laying his face on your chest as you looked for a ride to take you both home.

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💗

Congratulation for your 200 followers!!!🥳🥳I love your writing so much 🥰. Could I request a short scenario for kid and killer with #13 #22 #49 I'm such a sucker for this two🥴 THANKSSS

Hi!! thank u so much!! To fulfil this request I thought about continuing with a second part from the “I want both” OS. You can read first part here.

Thank u for requesting and being part 💖~

NSFW ~ Part 2 ~ Eustass Kid x Killer x F! Reader ~ I Want Both [Threesome]

Kinks:

🌶 #13: Threesome 🌶 #22: Master/Slave 🌶 #49: Blindfolding

TW: NSFW. M/M/F. Kid x Killer action. Explicit. Master/slave dynamics. Blindfolding. Threesome. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Cuckolding. Double penetration. Spanks

CW: 1.1K

Part 1

That night, the first night you three have been together, you thought that was going to be the last. Yet, a few days after, Kid, Killer and you decided to keep up with the “relationship”. Sex has never been better, and you have even been incorporating new kinks each night…

Killer has blindfolded you and left you waiting on Kid’s bed. Red satin sheets under your knees, your naked body awaiting to be devoured.

The sound of the door opening, and a slight ray of light hits the black fabric that covers your face. You are deprived from seeing, so the rest of your senses enhance. You hear the heavy boots of your lovers coming towards you.

The mattress moves when they two hop over it and you slightly lose balance. The warm breath of both men lingers over your neck, and playful hands squeeze both of your breasts. One of them, bites your neck. You squirm and moan softly. Kid’s voice whispers into your ear, “are you ready little slut?”.

You bite your lip as his raspy voice leaves your whole core tingling, “Yes, master”. A pair of lips kiss yours, and then others join. Three lascivious tongues sticking out curl and play with each other, little strings of saliva dripping from your mouths.

You are not allowed to touch unless told otherwise, but multiple hands play with your anatomy. Only gasps, moans and whines can be heard in the room. You don’t see, but you know they are touching each other too.

You can feel hair brushing over your left shoulder, identifying your blond lover, Killer. A single hand squeezes your right breast. And then two mouths start sucking and biting your nipples. You moan soundly, trying to stand still, but you fail miserably. And moving has consequences, your masters have ordered you not to move, and you just disobeyed them.

Killer grabs your hair pulling from it, throwing your head back. “Did I or Kid tell you to move?”. “No, master. I’m sorry”, you excuse yourself. “What happens if you don’t follow our orders, slave?” asks Kid, almost shouting into your ear. “I get punished” ...

You are thrown against the mattress, hitting your nose with it. Killer passes his arms under your pelvis and lifts your butt up. “Maintain yourself like this, and don’t move” he orders. “Yes, master”, you tell him. “I don’t really know if she is able to follow your orders, bro”, says Kid who then places his knee over your head. He pushes your head into the bed, and then, you get spanked, twice. Your ass cheeks burn, you can’t even properly breath. Your nails carve on the silky material of the sheets.

A last spank hits your ass before Killer tells you to stand up. You do it, clumsier because you can’t really see, but mainly because your butt hurts. Once you are on the floor, Kid tells you “Walk, bitch”, and you do as he tells while he grabs your back and guides you into the room. “On your knees”, he orders.

You slowly kneel on the carpet and wait for instructions. You hear Kid’s steps going towards the bed. The sound of zippers going down, and boots falling against the floor prepares you into what’s next. The bed squeaks when two heavy bodies flop on to it.

Lips smacking makes you imagine the image you may have in front of you. A wicked smile is drawn on your lips as you delightfully hear your two lovers make out passionately.

“Take off the fold”, Killer orders you. “Yes, master” you nod and slowly untie the knot on the back of your head. The black silky cloth slowly falls and the image of both men lying in bed, kissing and jerking each other's member welcomes back your eyes into the light. “Stay there, and look until I say so”, says Kid while he keeps stroking Killer’s swollen member.

Your lips softly part, you lick your lips, your mouth is watering. You fight against the need to take your hands to your core. The image of those men masturbating with each other, is making you burn.

After the both of them have successfully played with their members enough, they both look at you and Kid orders you to come crawling. You slither to the foot of the big bed. Their wounded, lean legs hang from bed, and they invite you to suck both of his cocks, moving them with their hands.

You begin with Kid’s tip, you kiss, lick, and suck it, under the intense gaze of your two masters. You then change to Killer’s. And while you delight them with your oral skills, they are back at making out, hot steamy kisses that got you touch-starved.

His bodies get one in front of the other, so you can suck their dicks at the same time and Killer can suck Kid’s nipples. They grunt, and you moan. Your chest goes up and down, your slit dripping wet from the arousal, you need to be pleased.

They stop and Killer calls you, “Y/N, come here, we gonna fuck you”. “Yes master”, you say excitedly and quickly jump to bed. “Spread your legs for me”, he says and attacks your core, sucking your clit while fingers you violently. Kid looks with a grin while jerking off.

Once your blond master is satisfied with your taste, and your hole has been perfectly stretched to fit both of their members, Killer lays his back over the mattress and tells you to sit over his dick. You do as he tells, crawling over, grabbing his dick, and guiding it inside of you. Once you are properly placed, next in making a move is your red haired master. He settles over you in between killer’s and your legs and slowly pushes his sex inside of you. Your walls stretch as you are holding both of them. You purr, and they start to pump synchronously in and out. The rubbing of your walls and their members sent the three of you to heaven.

Kid kisses your lips drowning his moans, and then as you tilt your head to the side he makes out with Killer. The thrusts, how fulfilled you feel, the pressure on your stomach and the smell of their sweaty bodies having you trapped motivates you to reach climax in just a few minutes. You scream their names repeatedly as you let yourself go in the pleasures of a big orgasm. Your lovers keep fucking you, overstimulating your whole body until they reach climax too, bathing your insides with their sweet seed.

Kid collapses over your body, and even if it's difficult for you to take a gasp of air, you just enjoy the pulsating sensation of both of them inside you.

Resting your bodies, returning breathing back to normal, just to get ready for next round. You smile pleased because you wanted both… and now you got them ♥ ~

🦊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

Pride Month 2021~ Bi Shane Coming Out To Jas (Prompt- Pride)

“Hey, Shane, are you busy next Sunday?” Haley asked, calling him on the phone.

“Uh… not really. I don’t work on weekends, so, no.”

“Cool! Do you want to go to a pride parade with me and Emily?”

“A- a pride parade?” “Yeah! I’m bi, and Emily’s gay, so I was thinking that maybe you’d want to come with us! I mean, I know you’re bi too, so I was just thinking it might be something fun to do together-”

“First of all, I’ve never been to pride before.”

“Not a problem! The town’s parade is pretty small, so it’s a lot less intimidating than the pride in Zuzu.”

“I was going to say- I didn’t even know Pelican Town had a pride parade! I’ve been here my whole life and seen nothing,” Shane noted.

“Well, there haven't been pride parades in the past, but Emily and I are going to start one! Would you like to be the first man participating in the Stardew Valley pride parade?” “Sure, I just… I dunno. Did Lewis okay this?”

“Yeah, he did! If he didn’t, Emily and I would have gone on a purple shorts raid,” she joked.

“You better not have. My aunt loves those purple shorts,” Shane teased back. “But, as long as no one’s going to give us a hard time, I’ll be glad to participate. It just means I’ll have to come out to the whole town. Namely Jas.”

“She’ll understand,” Haley assured. “She’s just an absolute darling of a little girl. Hey, I have an idea- let her paint your nails the bi flag colors and tell her what they mean!”

“That’s a great idea!” Shane told her. “Thanks so much, Haley.”

“No problem. Talk to you later!” “Bye!”

Shane excitedly ran to Jas’s room, feeling weirdly proud of himself for being ready to come out to Jas. He’d always been a little nervous about it, worrying that she wouldn’t understand, but he felt like Haley’s idea was smart.

“Hey, Jas!” Shane knocked on her door. “What’re you doing in there?”

“Just playing with my dolls,” she said, swinging open the door. “Why?” “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to do my nails. I got some pretty neat colors I wanted to try out.”

Jas put her hands on her hips and smirked. “Really? You want your nails to be painted a color other than black?”

“Oh, don’t you sass me!” He tousled her hair. “Yes, I’m positive.”

“Okay! Sit down.” Jas let Shane sit on her floor. “Hold still. What colors do you want to try out? Wait- let me give you an undercoat first.” Shane sat patiently as Jas brushed the clear undercoat on his nails. “So, what colors do you want?” Jas asked again.”

“First, I want you to do my thumbs blue.”

“Okie dokie,” Jas replied, taking out her blue polish and painted Shane’s thumbs. “Now what?”

“Can you do my pinkies and rings pink?”

She obeyed, and Shane finally had her paint his middle and index finger purple.

“Time to dry!” Jas said. “Now we just wait a few hours. Wanna watch me play Legend Of Elaine?”

“First, I want to ask you something,” he asked. “Do you know what these colors mean?” “No,” she admitted. “Why don’t you tell me?” “Well, the blue represents me being attracted to the opposite gender- that’s girls. And the pink-” He took a deep breath, nervous to admit what it meant. “Means that I’m attracted to the same gender- that’s boys. And purple is the overlap between the two. It’s the bisexual flag.”

“Bisexual?” She asked. “Does that mean two? Like a bicycle?”

“Yeah. Only instead of having two wheels, I like both genders.” And all the nonbinary identities in between, he thought to himself, but that was a discussion for another time.

“So you like boys and girls?” Jas questioned. “Yep. And Emily, Haley and I are going to create a parade about this- would… Would you like to come?” And so, Jas and Shane went to that pride parade together. Jas carried around her little ally flag, and Shane wore a bisexual flag as a cape, the tears running down his cheeks. He was so happy. He was so free. He was proud.

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My little personal headcannons for the SDV marriage candidates.

⭐Bachelorettes⭐

👻Abigail: She has a secret ability to talk to spirts and monsters like Krobus/ She sometimes hangs out with Marlon and he teaches her how to use her sword/ She helps her mother with her greenhouse and grows plants for her spells. 

💎Emily: They uses She/They pronouns/ On their birthday and Sandy’s they visit her and they have a day together in ZuZu City/ They’re friends with Maru/ Ask them about rocks and gems and you’ll be there for weeks, they knows everything about them.

🌻Haley: Once she gets nicer she starts a baking hobby/ She writes a lot too! she loves to write stories about romance/ She calls her parents every month to check up on them/  When she was in high school she had a girlfriend.

🍄Leah: She’s good friends with Haley/ She’s very tall and very fit, she loves to work out/ Her and Robin work together sometimes in wood working, Robin teaches her wood working techniques. She draws Elliot’s landscapes from his books.

🌌Maru: She’s Pansexual/ She and Penny go for walks in the forests every Sunday when it isn’t raining/ She teaches Jas and Vincent about science while Penny does math and English/ She loves horror, especially gorey ones/ She collects dead insects and researches them with Sebastian.

📚Penny: Aside from school she hangs out with Jas and Vincent and have picnics/ Her and Abigail talk about their recent books together/ She’s good friends with Emily/ She absolutely loves classic literature, Frankenstein is one of her favorites/ She loves to cook and bake.

⭐Bachelors⭐

🏈Alex: He’s a closeted Bisexual/ he helps Penny with P.E/ He and Sam used to be friends then Alex started to act different then broke off/ Does tutoring with Penny/ He very scared of horror and refuses to watch it no matter what/ He helps Evelyn with knitting and knows how to knit/ He watches Gridball with George.

📝Elliot: He likes to wear dresses/ He lets Jas braid his hair/ He and Harvey meet up with coffee and talk/ Penny and him write stories together/ He is Pansexual and uses He/They pronouns.

🎸Sam: He teaches Vincent how to play guitar/ He hangs out with Jas and Vincent/ He has ADHD/ He’s a great artist and likes to show them to Leah/ Him and Sebastian run a Tumblr blog about their Band/ On Spirts Eve he skates around in a ghost costume and plays Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne

💻Sebastian: He and his father talk on the phone sometimes/ He helps his mother with wood working/ He secretly loves romance and is very romantic and loves Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride/ He watches horror movies with his sister/ Just like Abbigail, he can talk to spirts.

🩺Harvey: He’s friends with Sandy and comes to do check ups every month for her/ He gives lollipops to everyone, even Evelyn/ He gets coffee with the local ladies and talk about their recent adventures/ He is very good at cooking/ despite being scared of quite a bit of things he sometimes adventures into the mines.

🍻Shane: when ever he can he hangs out with Jas and Marnie/ Even though he mostly gets pizza and take out he’s very good at cooking/  He teaches Jas self defense/ He spends a lot of his time with his chickens, and has a secret blue one that only Jas and Marnie know about.