More Doodles… U KNOW He Would Give The Best Hugs 😤

URGENT: a short smut bbrae fic

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: ❝𝗨𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧.❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑:1/5

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣'𝙨

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙮, 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠

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"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."

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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💗

Dionysus’ ABCs

okay so normally we don’t write for Mr. D. I think the person who requested this was thinking of a different Dionysus??? We don’t write Hades (the game) fics here, or Blood of Zeus. We weren’t sure, so I wrote serious ABC’s for April fools for this man. 

ALSO, YOU ARE BOTH ADULTS IN THIS FIC BECAUSE WE DO NOT CONDONE OTHERWISE. DIONYSUS IS OLD.

Pairing: Dionysus (Mr. D) x reader Request: If you write for him, do you think I could request dionysus ABC’s? Warnings: I mention being tipsy, mention of death, some cuss words. Word count: 1.5k

- Asja

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stardew valley update: I’m currently seducing Elliot because I feel like if I get everyone to ten hearts I’ll feel some sense of accomplishment, and it just feels like. Buddy. I know you’re gay. You know I have five girlfriends already. Maybe we can just be buddies and I can keep bringing you duck feathers since you like those. Maybe you should ask Shane or Harvey out.

Congrats on your 200🎉😘 may I request n.13 for Killer and Kid + F s/o from the spicy list?

Hi!! thank u so much!! Well I hope I got your request correct! So basically the OS includes some Kid x Killer too, so I hope you like it!. Thank u for requesting and taking part 💖~

NSFW ~ Part 1 ~ Eustass Kid x Killer x F! Reader ~ I Want Both [Threesome]

Kinks:

🌶 #13: Threesome

TW: NSFW. M/M/F. Explicit. Threesome. Rimming. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Cum eating. I know I'm sorry

CW: 1.7K

A/N: Dear reader: I have another request similar to this one, that includes more kinks. So, if you want more from this relationship, I’ll be uploading a new story about it in a few days ♥ ~ PART 2 ALREADY UP ♥

“Y/N, you have to decide now. Who do you wanna keep fucking? Killer or me?”, shouts Kid at you while you and his blond best friend are sitting on the kitchen table. You don’t really want to choose, you want both, you don’t give a simple fuck about monogamy. But surely Kid does. He is just too possessive over you, and even if his brother is who fucks you once in a while, he is not willing to share his “property”. Or at least that was what you think…

“Oh come one, Kid. We are grown-ups already. I told you monogamy is not for me”, you tell him, with a calm tone, so typical of you. Killer keeps eating his spaghetti and remains silent. He has already stated that he is ok with whatever decision Kid and you may take.

Kid punches the table, he is angry, really angry. “Stooop, Kid. You are going to spill my drink”, you tell him as you didn’t know that could only light up the flames even more. “I’m over with this”, he says and walks away. He slams the door of his room and turns on the music on a level so high the windows tremble.

“Ah… goddamn he is acting like a teenager, come on”, you say while you place your head over the table looking towards Killer, who is already slurping the last noodle. “Aren’t you going to say nothing?”, you ask him. “I’ve already told you; you have to understand he is just a jealous little boy. We have already fought about the same girl before”, Killer says while taking his plate to the kitchen sink. “You did?”, you ask curiously -shouting because of the punk music that your redhead boyfriend is blasting in his room - “Yeah, until both of us laughed at her because she spilled her soup over his clothes, so she sent us to hell and never came back”, he says. “Well, I guess you have always been like a combo, right?”, and suddenly after those words came up from your mouth a great idea came to your mind…

“Kid turn down the volume, for God’s sake. I want to sleep!!”, you shout and knock on the door several times. “I’m not stopping until you decide”, he shouts from inside. “Ahhjjj….” you huff and walk away to your room.

Flopping down on bed, you keep thinking about that “idea” you had while chatting with Killer… “What if… what if… Kid, Killer and me…. Nah forget it”, you try to convince yourself because you know Kid won’t simply accept it. Yet the idea seems enticing and turns you on like hell. But Kid is a stubborn one, so you put on two ear plugs and soon you fall asleep.

You wake up in the middle of the night to some shouting that not even your earplugs can conceal. “Damn Kid”, you say and stood up from bed, before he decides to fight with his friend. “What the fuck is happening? it’s 2AM!”, you shout even louder than your tulip head man.

You found Kid and Killer with no shirts nor pants on whatsoever. Both of them are blushed as hell, only wearing boxers, both have on their faces smudges with red and purple lipstick, and none of them seems to explain what the hell is going on. And then the penny dropped. You take your hands to your open mouth, and with excitement start giggling. “No way. You are not… OH MY GOD!!! I knew it!” you scream while jumping in place.

“Y/N is not… is not what you think”, says Kid trying to excuse himself and remain as the manly heterosexual man in front of you. Killer, who was sitting over the kitchen counter with his long blond hair dishevelled, shakes his head softly as he was trying to warn you not to tease Kid with this. But you just don’t care. Kid kept pushing you with choosing in between him and Killer and now is fucking with him? Oh baby, hell no…

“So…”, you say with a perverse smile and walk towards Kid. He looks at you unable to speak and you softly caress his cheek. Kid gasps, and you stand on tip toes to finally kiss his mouth, lustfully, erotically. At first, he is kind of hesitant, but your tongue makes him lose any control.

Killer is still sitting over the counter looking at the erotic spectacle you two are giving and you slowly pull from Kid’s boxers. You walk backwards until your ass is pressed against Killer groin, while Kid keeps kissing you. One of your hands reaches back for Killer’s bulge, while the other is occupied on Kid’s one.

Your blond lover buries his fingers on the skin of your butt, while Kidd keeps kissing you like crazy.

This situation is turning the three of you on fire, and you are more than pleased about this happening. But you can’t help thinking about what was going on between Kid and Killer before you interrupted them, so, there is just a way to find out…

You slowly separate your lips from Kid and turn your head to Killer, you kiss him passionately. This time is Kid’s turn to look. When you are satisfied from the blond guy’s lips you look at both of them and your hands travel to Kid’s nape. Gently, you pull from him towards Killer’s face. Killer knows exactly what you are doing, and he is more than pleased to confirm it to you. When the red head realizes what your intentions are, at first struggles against it, but you mouth to him “It’s ok, this is pure pleasure babe” ... Finally the guys’ lips press onto each other, and a lustful making out session begins for them. This is heaven, you are so turned on because of this, you are enjoying this.

While they keep making out, you kneel in between their manly big muscular bodies and reach for both bulges. You pull down his boxers and let his members free. Your right hand grabs Killer’s and your left hand Kid’s. You alternate between kissing the tip of his dicks and then sucking both at the same time as they both come even closer to each other while they keep kissing. So delightful…

“Let’s go to bed”, says Kid and all of you agree. His bed is more than huge -for some reason- so the three of you would fit perfectly. You walk through the kitchen to the bedroom in between them while they undress you. Once in the room, Kid pushes you to bed and you lie there, looking like a prey to be devoured by two beasts.

They crawl into bed, on each side of you, and begin to kiss your neck. Your hands coup their faces as they leave marks all over your body. Kid reaches for your sex and fingers you while Killer delightfully sucks your nipples. You moan, loudly and squirm with each action they both take on your body.

Killer moves and places himself in between your thighs. Kid stands up, kneeling on bed, and offers you his sex for you to choke on it, while his friend devours yours.

Black tinted tears from your smudged makeup run through your cheeks when you gag onto Kid’s dick, your broken moans are being suffocated by the intense pounding of his member on your throat, and Killer’s long fingers penetrates you, hitting that sweet spot that soon will make your legs be trembling.

But this is just the beginning, soon, Killer starts fucking you and Kid face sits you, while both of them make out once again. Your mouth keeps playing with Kid’s anatomy, back and forth, devouring everything he has, the base of his dick, his sack and even his rear entrance. “Is he willing to be penetrated too?”, you wonder, and the idea makes you even more horny.

Kid moans with his lips pressed against his blond friend, and while he does, he massages your breasts, occasionally playing with your nipples. Killer deep thrusts are leaving you on the verge of climax. And when you do, Kid also cums from the rimming of your playful tongue. His sweet sticky orgasm ends up all over your stomach.

The redhead stands up, and looks at the mess he made of you, and while he recovers, Killer also cums all over your stomach. An evil smile garnishes your face as you tell them “clean my body with your tongue”. They are hesitant at first, but babe, they are up for everything. They will probably be regretting this tomorrow, but tonight they just simply don’t care, and of course they do as you told. His tongues softly licking their cums over your belly, making yourself feel like a holy plate with the most gourmet preparations. Your fingers brush their hairs until you are completely clean. “Good job guys”, you tell them, and they are all ready for round two.

“My turn”, says Kid while grabbing you by your hips and making you turn around. You quickly place yourself on all fours waiting for that tulip head to plunge deep into you. He starts fucking you while Killer rests a little bit on bed. Your insatiable self looks at him and asks for kisses. He slowly crawls next to you and starts kissing you, and for doing so he has to be on all fours too. Nothing escapes your imagination, and you have already planned how Kidd would be fucking Killer too. “Kid, now you have him too. Fuck your friend, Kid”, you tell him while he keeps pounding you. Kid grunts and says “Bro, take the lub”. You widen your eyes. “LUBE? HA!”. They’ve been fucking the whole time? you laugh in between moans. “This is just surreal boy”, you tell them. But what happens next gets you even more impressed…

The lube wasn’t for Killer, but for Kid... And while he keeps fucking you hard, Killer preps his friend. “OH GOD!” you scream. “Shut up”, says Kid as fucks you even harder and gets one breast squeezed on his hand. Soon Killer fucks the hell out of Kid, while he does the same to you. Moaning, grunting, whining, your bodies release the accumulated pleasure into intense orgasms that fill each other's cavities… ~

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

Hi may i request a one shot of ace x fem!reader where ace wokes up after the events of marineford, (au where he survives) and finds out her s/o sacrified herself for him, dying in the process. She was childhood friends with the asl brothers, so ace wakes up to a crying luffy telling him the news. I like angst im sorry😭

Hey! how are you?!. Thanks for requesting!! I wrote this little story, it's more on the short side - I usually write more words - yet for some reason I started crying on the middle of it haha, I guess I got too invested on the story 😅. I hope you like it even though it's a little short!. Thanks for reading! ~

PART 1 - Portgas D. Ace x F! Reader ~ Why isn't she here?

TW: ANGST 💔, suffering, blood 🩸.

WC: 607.

PART 2

“Ace… Ace, brother!!”, shouts Luffy. Ace is still severely injured, bedridden, tears running through his freckled cheeks. He's still asleep, perhaps having flashbacks of the… war. “L-Luffy…”, he says, opening his eyes violently, all of a sudden. “Ace… How are you? Does it hurt?”, his brother asks, desperately, also injured, but sitting next to him.

Multiple marks cover Ace’s skin. A big one over his heart it’s about to become one that skin will not ever repair… a scar, deep IN his heart. Ace tries to incorporate, but he fails. He is weaker than ever, it hurts, it hurts like hell.

“Where… where is she?” he asks, gasping for air. Luffy cries, Luffy tries to tell him, but Luffy can’t speak. He doesn’t want to be the one who hurts his brother forever, but he has to. “Luffy…where is she? Is she ok?”, he asks once again, and his voice begins to crack. Ace already knows, but he just prefers to think it was just a dream.

Luffy stops crying and remembers about Ace telling them “stop being a crybaby, I hate crybabies”, he also remembers when she used to stay with Ace when he felt alone, when he hated his father… “Ace… she… didn’t make it…”, Luffy says straight to him.

“What do you mean? What do you mean she didn’t make it? where… Where is she? you are lying… where is she?!”, Ace shouts. “She is dead, Ace… She died protecting you, if it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t be here”, Luffy tells him, trying to stop his tears from coming out.

Ace’s heart broke in a hundred pieces, and the little hope he still had seems to go away. His eyes became blurred with tears that couldn’t be stopped. He screams so loud, enough to be heard from the very opposite side of the island.

This time he stands up, pulling energy from who knows where. He runs through the little house, opens the door, and sees a big sea ahead of him. They were on the coast of Amazon Lilly. All the cables, all the bandages he had on his body fell to the floor.

He kneels, hitting his already bruised knees and hands on the ground. “Why her and not me? I couldn’t tell her how much I love her”, he shouts to the horizon. Every single injury begins to bleed, the ground receives thick red drops that won’t stop flowing… and with every single drop, Ace feels his life slowly fading away, his lover, the love of his life, his best friend, is gone. And all because of him, because of being the son of Gol D. Roger... Damn him. “She gave me back my will to leave, Luffy… it’s not fair… Luffy, Luffy, it's not fair!!!”

Luffy hugs his brother so tight, trying to calm him down, but mostly because he knows this is tearing his insides apart… “Why couldn't I protect her? Why was she there? Luffy, oi Luffy, why is she dead? Who killed her?” he asks, crying, coughing some blood. “I’m sorry brother… she... she interposed between you and Akainu… she… she received the whole fist…”. Ace looks at his brother, with fire in his eyes. He doesn’t need to speak to swear revenge… Akainu will pay... the whole Marine will.

Ace slowly closes his eyes and loses consciousness again, falling over Luffy’s arms. “I’m sorry brother, I’m really sorry…”, says Strawhat while caressing Ace’s head, hurt by the loss of his friend, but relieved to still have his brother breathing on his arms… “Don’t worry, Ace… I’m sure Sabo will take care of her up there…”

"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."

So in light of everything and to help you feel better:

Imagine domestic!Bakugou coming home after dealing with shitty villains and mass amount of paper work and as soon as he steps through the door, his kids are already latching onto his legs and hugging him.

He acts like it annoys him but really he loves having to struggle to get his shoes off at the door because he doesn’t want them to let go so he’s just like, “alright you brats” before having to waddle towards the living room and the kids are just laughing whenever he tries to playfully shake them off of him but hearing their laughter brings a sense another form of pride swelling in him.

His favorite favorite though is when it’s you and the kids latching into him as soon as he steps through the door. You wrapping your arms and legs around him, burying your face in his neck as the little gremlins attach themselves to his legs.

“Can I at least get my shoes off first?”

You: “no 😙”

Kids: “nope!🤗🤗”

He only signs and tries to make his way further around the house with three people latching onto him but he wouldn’t have it any other way and gives him even more of a reason to fight hard because his loving family is always waiting for him💙💥

pls, I was trying to answer questions about what happened earlier, and saw this in my inbox and rl kept reading it cause this was so cute. I just wanted to be selfish and keep it to myself for a little while :’))

all four of you just cling to him. two kids on each leg, and you wrapped around his torso. he keeps complaining about needing to eat and shower and a demand of all of you brats to get the hell off of him. the moment any of you try to let go, he’s subtly pulling you back in. he always mumbles something about building his leg or core muscles, the lying bastard.

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 | c.h

Pairing :: Corpse Husband x GN! Reader

Requested :: Yes (by Anon 🤸‍♀)

Summary :: Here are some headcanons of what I think/imagine it'll be like being married to our beloved deep voiced streamer!

A/N: I hope you guys like this, especially the anon who requested did! Taglist (for all my future Corpse fics and my one multi-chaptered fic) and Requests are open

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Let's start with the two of you's wedding, shall we?

It'll be a private wedding with just your friends and family invited, the man wouldn't be able to handle too many guests at once due to his Agoraphobia

It won't be a fancy one, just simple enough as you guys prioritize getting married more than trying to make a perfect and grand after party

Later in your little honeymoon, he'll confessed that being able to say that you're now his partner for life makes him very much happy. You're now stuck with him.

You weren't complaining. Now onto your life as a married couple!

Corpse will be the type of husband that'll make you forget you have a name due to how many petnames he will use to refer to you; sweetheart, babe, baby, love, sunshine, honey, you name it!

He will probably be giddy if you do the same, imagine if you do that one tiktok challenge to him where instead of calling him by his usual pet name, you call him by his name and he is so confused

Here's the challenge I was talking about, it's a compilation!

There will be some fights; no matter how perfect you both think the relationship is, it's not picture perfect.

But they never last due to you both learning early on in your relationship before marriage that Communication is Key

Taglist: @apple-slice-of-your-laifu-blog

MHA MEN + DICK PRINTS

—nsfw + f! reader + various characters + dick prints + hand jobs + lap sitting + more

feat. deku, kirishima, shinso, aizawa, hawks, dabi, and shigaraki. 

1.17k words

deku can’t resist playing with you when he realizes how much you want his cock. having caught you staring one too many times, he tugs you into his lap eagerly and holds you close, so close that you can feel his breath on your lips, a whisper away from a kiss. he asks you what you need, want to hear you say every dirty detail until you’re squirming, shy and undone while sitting atop his thighs. 

his kiss is fervent, a fevered prayer as his hands guide your body in his direction. he holds your hips in place nudging your legs open a little further with his knees until he can grind against you, feeling your warm cunt through your panties, already slick against his cock. he chastises you for being such a silly girl; would you have let just any man toy with you like this? don’t you know whose cunt this is?

he’s rough on your clit, finding it quickly and attacking it with practiced fingers, proud at how quickly you’re reduced to little more than a slick, precious mess. he is unforgiving, cruel to your sensitive cunt, but he treats the rest of your body with care, as if you were a doll, holding you close and cooing honeyed words into your ear between each kiss and nibble down your neck, contradictory to each slap of his hips against your parted, trembling thighs.

“that’s my girl… tell me how you want it. you know how to ask, don’t you?”

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