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

Y/n: Let me love you.

Shane: It's rotten work.

Y/n, kissing his forehead: Not for me, it isn't.

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… ~

Idaho Senate Approves Bill to Kill 90 Percent of State’s Wolves

The bill would allow the state to hire contractors to kill the wolves, which supporters say are threatening the livelihoods of Idaho’s ranchers.

If environmental activists, both soft and hard line, had any courage, they would promote an effort to discourage any tourism to Idaho. This action is insane.

Excerpt from this New York Times story:

The Idaho Senate approved a bill this week that would permit the state to hire contractors to kill up to 90 percent of Idaho’s wolves with the goal, supporters said, of protecting cattle and other agricultural interests.

“These wolves, there’s too many in the state of Idaho,” State Senator Mark Harris, a Republican, said on the Senate floor before the vote on Wednesday, after telling a story about a “gentleman rancher” whose livelihood was jeopardized when a pack of wolves scared off his cattle.

Idaho’s Wolf Conservation and Management plan calls for the state to maintain a wolf population of at least 150 wolves. At last count, Mr. Harris said, 1,556 wolves were roaming the state.

“They’re destroying ranchers; they’re destroying wildlife,” he said.

The bill would give the state’s Wolf Control Fund an additional $190,000 to hire contractors to kill wolves — on top of $400,000 previously allocated toward killing wolves in Idaho. The bill also would remove a limit on the number of wolves a hunter is permitted to kill.

The Senate approved the bill in a 26-7 vote on Wednesday. The measure now goes to the State House of Representatives. The office of Governor Brad Little, a Republican, declined to say whether he planned to sign the bill. Last year Mr. Little signed another bill boosting funds for the killing of wolves.

Backers of the bill said that wolves also reduce the numbers of deer and elk available to hunters, taking an additional economic toll on the state. Some lawmakers disputed that hiring contractors would drive the wolf population down to just 150, while others referenced the 150 figure as if were the goal.

this is a very important panel

stuck with you → Corpse Husband

summary → keeping corpse company while he streams while also helping him with his streaming anxiety

note: this is my first writing where tried to change the POV

TW: one language word

I sighed as I plopped down on the couch in Corpse's office. I gave him a reassuring smile when he looked at me with concerned eyes right before he started streaming. "you'll do great." I said with confidence in my tone. Truth be told, I knew he was losing his shit right now.

Once he started streaming, I could immediately see the anxiety set in him. I leaned half off the couch to put my hand on his leg. He jolted at my touch. He gave me his hand, and we intertwined our fingers. We sat like this for a bit while he talked to chat before the game started. Once he started playing the game, he requested that his hand back.

While he streamed, I laid down on his couch and scrolled through Twitter for a bit. Now and then, I would check on Corpse to see how the game was doing, eventually drifting off to sleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later to someone poking my shoulder. I looked over and saw Corpse staring at me. I looked up at him, confused, then he replied, "I was just checking."

"I'm ending stream soon." He added before turning back to his stream. I let out a slight huff before going back to sleep.

I woke up a bit later being carried upstairs to bed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Corpse said. I nuzzled my head into his neck in response. He gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. "I guess I got stuck with you, huh?" He said quietly. I let out a slight laugh before he put me down again.

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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🦊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

drew these skater boys during class

just thinkin’ about fatgum + breeding <3

taishi’s balls are so heavy, slapping your weeping, pretty, stretched-out little cunt and every time he slams his cock into you, your whole body shudders, lifting off the bed in absolute rapture.

you’ve cum already - three times? four?

you lost count a while ago, and now, you’re barely breathing, panting like a bitch in heat while you try to catch up, and he just won’t stop.

he doesn’t mind one bit that both of you are soaked, fucking drenched, after you squirted all over his dick, making a mess of his belly and your thighs, wailing as he pumps another load of cum into your sweet, tuckered-out cunt.

his hands tuck back behind your knees, hauling them up to your chest as he pounds into you, and folds your figure far enough that it aches, and holy shit, do you take it.

“there ya go - you wanna have my baby, don’t’cha honey?”

Chicken man 🐔

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