Pinned
Y͜͡U͜͡R͜͡M͜͡O͜͡M͜͡S͜͡A͜͡W͜͡H͜͡O͜͡R͜͡E͜͡ ❥ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡︎ Ɲαꪜιɠαƭισղ
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀ꋪꏂꆰ꒤ꏂꇙ꓄ ꋬꋪꏂ ꄲꉣꏂꋊ⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀M͜͡I͜͡N͜͡O͜͡R͜͡S͜͡ D͜͡O͜͡ N͜͡O͜͡T͜͡ I͜͡N͜͡T͜͡E͜͡R͜͡A͜͡C͜͡T͜͡⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨ 𝐍𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦
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𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒏,
𝑫𝒖𝒃 𝒄𝒐𝒏,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆シ
I͜͡ d͜͡o͜͡ F͜͡l͜͡u͜͡f͜͡f͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡o͜͡
𝙒𝙀𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿
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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི minor pregnancy and daddy kink. breeding. sasuke being kinda mean :p ﾉ wc ꒱ 1.1k ﾉ 18+
“noisy woman .”
he’s grumbling and muttering under his breath in annoyance. other than the meeting of sweat-slicken skin, there’s your pitiful cries that make his cock twitch regrettably. you’re pretty — far too cute of a shinobi even at your sloppiest.
a sibilant sound gets wrangled from his mouth at the subtle squeeze of your wet cunt, disrupting the steady momentum of his hips.
“shit.”
sasuke breathes out huffs of hot air, goosebumps rising on your heated skin. your mind is hazy, full of the thought of his thighs pressing stickily against your ass.
his strong hands plant themselves behind your knees, pushing them on either sides of your head.
I’m literally in the process of finishing the last couple chapters of my book before the first manuscript draft is done and I’m literally excited so every day next week should be a chapter until the chapter is done. I’m hoping to go out with a bang and hopefully I’ll be releasing the book in a couple of months.
purebred!reader finding mutt!simon at an illegal fighting ring. Her eyes turning into hearts seeing mutt!ghost fighting below. Price grumbling because he knows there’s no talking them out of getting this big scarred mutt. The Mutt is hers by the end of the night.
Now Simon has a real pack- something that’s his to protect, defend and care for. And it was this cute little thing?! Even better.
He’s wrapped around her finger and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
-🐻
A/n - Sorry your request took so long to do! Life has been crazy right now -
Price and Soap spoiled you. You were their precious little pup and they absolutely adored you to no end. When you first became their show dog, it took a lot of training but you pulled through and won many awards, practically becoming well known in the pageant world. They gave you almost anything you ever wished for.
It wasn’t until one night that could’ve gone wrong that they realized you needed to be watched and guarded. Burglars had broke their way into your home and stole the many valuable items that you owned. Even some of your trophy’s and tiaras that you adored dearly. Luckily you were okay and made it out safely without harm, but this made Soap and Price worry. They sat in another room while they discussed how to go about the situation. You sat in the other room, resting after your long week of talking to the authorities and moving some of your belongings into their home.
“She should live with us — at least for the time being.” Soap suggested. Out of the two, he was the softy. He always wanted what was best for you no matter what. Often times him and Price argued a lot about your discipline during your training days. They adored you and always had your best interest. They took pride in how they presented you to the public, you wanted for nothing.
“I’ve been thinking about that too, but I’m not sure if we had the space for her and her things. She deserves her independence! Her freedom to roam freely. Our space isn’t as adequate as hers..” Although it was true, you didn’t mind being here for the time being. It would be nice to have company again. “ Do you think I didn’t think about that? There isn’t much we can do at the moment, but we can’t let her go back alone. Not until the police say it is safe. Hell, we may as well found a her a new home.” Soap protests his case while slamming a fist on the table. It rattled and glasses clanked together from the tremble.
“It will just be temporary.” Price was conflicted. He obviously didn’t want you to feel like you didn’t have a choice in whether you got to go home or not, but he’d rather not fight with his long term friend.
Thus the weeks turned into months as the men kept you in their humble but not-so-humble-abode. At first it wasn’t a problem but then whenever you said anything about returning home, they seemed to brush you off.
Something about how “The house still needs surveying .” It sounded like a bunch of bullshit, but being the good pup you were, you didn’t question it. Why would you? They always did what was in your best interest, but this was starting to become a little annoying you had to admit.
One night, you heard them talking again. You couldn’t hear much, but all you figured out was that you all were going to some secret place that normal everyday people typically didn’t know about.
That’s how you found yourself at an underground fighting ring. The dirtiest of the dirties hung here. There was blood and spit on the floor wild men screeching from the top of their lungs as two fighters went back to back.
“You stay close to us ya here?” Soap told you as you all walked down the stairs and into a private booth. You gave a nod and tried not to show your disgust for how filthy it was in here.
The place has a stench so foul you couldn’t help but make a face at. It smelled of sweat, blood and booze.
Your nose tingled, and that normally didn’t happen. Amongst the viciously loud crowed, a smelled slithered forward capturing you in its snare. Oddly it smelled delicious, but that was impossible in the stinky hole.
You swiveled your head left and right until you spotted where the smell was coming from.
It was him.
One of the rough neck fighters who was certainly winning with the way he was viciously tearing into his opponent.
He smelled divine. You could feel your cunt growing moist and blooming like a cherry blossom. Suddenly he stopped.
Head tilted back, he began sniffing the air. No longer concerned with his battered opponent, he dropped him like a sack of potatoes. He didn’t fear that he would get up and try to attack him.
Too be that sure of yourself. The confidence and barbaric mannerisms made him all the more primal. He reeked of dominance and it made you swoon.
Your tail begins to wag. Excitement bubbling up in you. You watched as he searched the crowd, before he spotted you. He was rugged and handsome all in one. Even stained in blood and dirty. It added to his rough appeal.
He jumps off stage as the announcer declares him the winner. The crowd roars with glee or drunken anger, most likely from losing money, while watching as he makes his way to the prissy princess’ booth.
Soap and Price gave a nervous look at the interaction between the too. Price was reeling on the inside. No way she could possibly pick this mutt, but by the way your tail was tooted up in the air, it was no mistaking your were imprinting on him.
Once the mutt was in a close enough distance, he tried reaching for you. Ready to take it you away, eager to get into your wet pussy that he could smell from a mile away.
“Oh no you don’t!” Soap sprang into action, snatching you back before he could reach you.
The mutt growled lowly.
“I want him Price! I want him to be my guard!”
“Doesn’t have to be him?” He pleaded, but all you did was not dreamily with a smile that reached from ear to ear.
No sooner than later, Soap and Price were closing on a deal to adopt the mutt.
Unbeknownst to them, Mutt!Simon had dragged you away and already began stuffing you with his fat cock!
Imani
🄹🅄🄻🅈
*POP!*
The familiar sound of the cork could be heard from my place on our spiral steps. A heavy sigh left my lips as I simply debated even going down.
Once again, she had proved me right. She proved to me that she just couldn't give up this — this stupid habit.
A habit that would slowly kill her. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't careless. I was done crying and worrying over someone who didn't give a shit about themselves.
A lie.
'Not a lie.'
I huffed, continuing to make my way down the spiral.
"So how do you like the house?" My judgmental, drunk of a mother instantly ask me as soon as my left foot hit the last step.
"I love it. It's different." I say in a soft voice. Eyeing the grey that adorned the walls of the new done kitchen.
I honestly hated it. It was too dull, boring even. It needed a vibrant color, or we could settle for a muted one, but I wouldn't tell her that.
It would probably push her past the brink of what little sanity she had left. Mentally, I curse myself for drifting off again. I always do when talking to her nowadays.
"I love it too. Thanks honey." I tune her out again as she threw back another sip of the Stella Rose wine. She loved that wine. It seemed all the rage these days, but I wouldn't know.
Drinking isn't something I partake in. . . I don't really partake in anything really.
I thought it was stupid. Drowning yourself to the point your stumbling and shit faced.
How was that any fun? Rolling my eyes, I move away from her to go watch the movers move our furniture in-and-out of the new house my mother just bought a few months ago.
Like I said, I hated it. I feel like it was an impulse buy given our situation. It was also way smaller than the one I grew up in - It didn't give me that warm cozy feeling when you stepped through the entrance.
What it felt like was the nature I grew up surrounded by had been sucked right out of me. Forcefully. No streams, no birds chirping, no sounds of branches bristling together making the beautiful song of nature.
Just a modernized neighborhood with barely any trees.
'Barely anything' More importantanly. My home. . .It held memories.
Important ones. Ones that I cared for deeply and ones that I damn sure didn't want to let go of. Never. The ache in my heart threatens my emotions to break all over again.
For the umpteenth time, I force myself to swallow the hard lump that forms in my throat.
. . .We just left him there. The guilt now settling in on my conscious eats away at me.
And I could feel the dark emotion try to take over, so I quickly did what I did best. I stuffed it down in the deepest parts of my mind. It's something I grown to do quite often now.
Something you should probably stop.
But I wouldn't. I mean I couldn't anyways. I've grown way too comfortable — too attached really.
'Fuck! I'm drifting again.'
I snap myself out of this stupid daze I seem to catch myself in ever so often. I can't seem to fight away the blur that consumes me. Pushing me far into the back of my mind.
It's scary really. I go so far back that, I can never seem to hear around me.
I'm just. . . stuck. . . .
See, I almost did it again.
My tongue darts to wet the dry skin of my lips as my first act back into the real world.
'I wonder how long I was out for.'
I walk back upstairs into my bedroom once more since I was bored.
It was pretty nice and I couldn't wait to make it my favorite part of the house. Despite hating it.
This still didn't make me feel any better though. It just made me feel ten times ⓢⓗⓘⓣⓣⓘⓔⓡ.
But whatever I guess.
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The next few hours go by in a blur. My body moved back and forth around the room. Not daring to stop until most of my things were at least put up and out of the way.
I hated that I had the constant urge to perfect everything. It stressed me out of things were misplaced or dirty so I always made it my job to clean and tidy up just because.
"Imani!" Jumping from my spot on the floor, I turn towards my mother who holds another full cup of wine.
"Sorry dear, I didn't mean to scare you-" She pauses to take a sip. "-Are you finished?"
She stepped into my room and began looking around---inspecting.
I could already see where this was headed.
Another reason why I hated her drinking habits.
She always started shit. Too much shit.
Over the littlest things at that. Just because she didn't like the way a picture was crooked, or maybe it was because I put too many ice cubes in her water.
She wasn't always like this. Well, I lied, but not really. She wasn't always like this all the time, but she definitely got worse.
The little world that we had crumbled when he left us. Another pang of hurt spread through my chest causing me to bury it away again.
'When will it ever stop'
Never.
"You are nothing like him y'know." She sneers. 'Ugh, here we go.'
"You're just a lazy good for nothing."
She stumbled a little bit, giving me just enough information to know just how drunk she is."
Just her bringing him up let me know she was pretty wasted. Another thing I would have to deal with tonight.
She would rage, and soon after, glass and broken chairs would be everywhere.
Alongside the stuffing I'm sure she'd rip out from the couch cushions.
Then she would drink herself to the point of passing out.
Leaving you to clean.
I sigh. 'Yes. Leave me to clean.'
And all she will do in the morning, is spend what little money we had left to replace the damage I could not.
'I love her, but she could go to hell.'
I could see where this is going and I'm not staying around to find out how it ends.
The nice clean pile, that I just folded, soon flies past my face. It had begun. The tantrum. The one that I've become very accustomed too.
"Mom, I don't have time for this, get out!"
Soon, in an instant, I had realized that my face was not facing my mother anymore, now it was facing my tv that hung on the wall.
She had slapped me.
'Wow. . . I did a pretty good job.' I almost want to smile at the good handy work I did. All while ignoring the sting.
"You think this is something to smile about!?" 'Damn, did I smile just now?'
The release on the coners of my lips drop down causing me to realize that. . . yeah, I did smile.
But not because of her, but she didn't need to know that.
It wouldn't matter anyway.
She'd still do what she wanted.
"Don't you ever disrespect me again. This is MY HOUSE." She rolled her neck, getting louder the closer she got to my ear.
Slapping me again, before she went on to throw freshly folded clothes and boxes of jewelry, books, bags. Anything in sight really.
All my hard work. Work that I'd spend hours cleaning.
I felt my heart beating rapidly against my chest.
Keeping myself cool was not one of my favorite things to do.
It required a consecutive amount of focus---without interruption in order for me to fully calm down.
Constantly being provoked while trying to stuff the negative emotions down. . .
Wasn't good for me. Like at all.
It brought the damn closer to breaking.
And I knew it would only be a matter of time before I cracked and spilt over.
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I listened silently to the crickets that chirp every second. It was quiet as I walked down the dark dimly lit streets.
Currently I was picking the rest of the glass from my finger. I had gotten the many shards from the glass my mother proceeded to break after destroying my room.
As I walked, my vision blurred from the tears that clouded my eyes.
I don't know why I was crying.
It was always the same thing pretty much everyday.
Its not like our life used to be perfect but it was better than what it is now.
It's like time flew way over my head. I couldn't comprehend how fast we all went downhill.
Checking my phone, I see that it's going on 12:30 in the morning, but I didn't care. It was too sufforcating in the house.
The house that I hated so much.
Better yet, I hated California.
I'm miss my quiet little town of Florence Orgeon.
At least there we were happier. 'I guess'
I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. I kept going deeper and deeper into the back of my head. Closing everything out.
So far back that I didn't realize I had slumped myself next to a body on the public park bench.
It wasn't until the sound of a flicker could be heard next to me---Soon followed by the funky smell of a cigarette.
I lulled my head towards the source.
The drowned out sound that blocked all noise from my ears started disappearing.
Surprisingly enough, the person next to me was already looking my way. Pulling me away from my depressing thoughts and causing me to be more alert.
The hairs all over my body stand on end as I take him in. Watching the way he takes a drag of the small white stick, before blowing it all out.
His cold hazel eyes staring into my own green irises caused my heart to pick up it's pace.
I noticed his eyes began to drift and look me over, so I tool the chance to do the same.
He was. . . handsome. Gorgeous even. Like a perfectly sculpted statue that I wanted on my private display.
He had a mop of dark brown hair that was half way covered by his hood. His body was lean but you could tell he was muscular and fit by the way his clothes hung to him. From what I could see, he also had two diamond studs in his ears.
'Damn I hate myself for staring. Get a grip.'
But I couldn't. Not when those pink plump lips that adorned his face were calling out to me.
As if they wanted me to kiss them.
'I wonder how soft they are.'
A smirk formed on his lips and I flick my eyes back to his. I watched as he took another drag from the cigarette before he leaned back agaisnt the bench with a large exhale leaving his lungs.
I didn't honestly understand why, but I just felt the need to say something to him.
The urge to get him to respond and hear the bass of his voice sends chills down my spine.
"Can I hit that?" You don't even smoke idiot.
'Doesn't matter' I shot back to noone in particular.
I did ask a stupid question though.
Because one--- I hated cigarettes and two---What stranger would share their cigarette with me.
Anyways. I just wanted to hear his stupid voice.
Once again he looked me over. His trail going to my bloodied hands in my lap before his fixed his eyes on my face again.
Just as I was about go ask again, he flicks the cigarette away, stomping on it before he gets up walking away.
He at least could've just said no instead of being a dick.
. . . ugh. I hate California.
Genre of men that call you "ma/mama" appreciation day.
Imagine Virgin!Choso who is just unaware how good his dick is.
He’s inexperienced obviously, and is getting lost in the pleasure you’re giving him.
“Fuck fuck fuck” you squeal out, each swear punctuated by the swift thrust of choso’s hips. You couldn’t stop the moans even if you tried. He was fucking you with such hunger it was a surprise you could still speak. His pace was incredible, so brutal yet he hardly seemed tired. His hips never faltering as he fucked himself deeper and deeper Choso lost it from the second he sunk inside you, watching in awe as your pussy greedily sucked in every single inch he gave. His jaw dropping open as he bottomed out. Listening to the sweet melody of your mewls from beneath him. As soon as he moved, there was nothing that would have been able to stop him, his hips snapping into you so fast, over and over again. His eyes eagerly trained on watching himself enter you. So focused that you were sure he had no idea that he was already about to make you cum a mere few minutes in. All he was processing was the noises of your slick cunt with each move he made His thick cock stretching you to so perfectly you couldn’t stop the rambling moans. With your legs chucked over his shoulders, it just meant he could reach even deeper inside you. “Fuck Cho~ so fucking good” that caused his eyes to snap up to you. First trailing over your tits that were bouncing with every thrust, and then landing on your fucked out face, screwed up in pleasure. He pretty red tip was bullying that soft spot inside of you, pushing deeper and deeper that you were sure you could feel him in your lungs. His eager strokes never ceasing. “Fuckin’ love your cock baby” praise was the only thing you could give the man as he fucked you into the mattress. That look on his face, a look or hunger, of need. It was like he was running on pure adrenaline, that would be the only thing to explain his feral pace. His almost crazed behaviour, the way he never once stuttered in his movements, those moans he let out. It was unlike anything you had ever seen, but you certainly weren’t complaining. There was no way he could be a virgin “R-Really?” His deep voice questioned, coming out as a strain. You would have answered him if something hadn’t cut you off “Holy Fuck- m’cumming!” You cried out, soaking his lower abdomen as you did. Your body squirmed as the pleasure wracked over you, his merciless thrusts still not stopping even as you began to squeal and whine with overstimulation Yes you really did love his cock
Summary: Tension rises post-argument between you and your lover, Thor
*Could be my hormones but I’m feeling smutty right now*
**When am I not? Lmao**
-Passionate kitchen sex
-Dominant Thor
You could feel him staring at you from across the room. The way his gaze made you feel as if you were being watched a thousand times over.
You didn’t turn to face him, still upset from the argument just hours prior. It was always a game of who would break first, and your caveman of a God usually won that game. You were determined though. You would not give in to his crisp and electrifying gaze, or his lush blonde hair. Or those…thick muscles that made you feel safe in the night. His tall build that you felt like you had to climb just to kiss him.
Or that deep, baritone voice that practically soothed your very being in any situation. The one that was loud when he was excited. The one that was sultry and quiet when he was making love to you.
No…you would not give in to Thor’s advances.
You were in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the evening, which wasn’t much but a few sandwiches and chips. You just made your sandwiches with thick bread and stuffed with assorted meats and cheeses because you knew that’s what your man liked. He was a big man with a big appetite and you had to keep him fed regardless.
The football game was playing in the background, and though you don’t watch a lick of sports, you understood a bit of the basics from the announcers. You grab both plates, turn from the kitchen and walk around the counter towards the living room where he was sitting on the couch. He was in that god-forsaken position that made your legs want to touch and keep yourself together. Laid back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest, and legs shoulder-width apart.
Y͜͡U͜͡R͜͡M͜͡O͜͡M͜͡S͜͡A͜͡W͜͡H͜͡O͜͡R͜͡E͜͡ ❥ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡︎ Ɲαꪜιɠαƭισղ
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀ꋪꏂꆰ꒤ꏂꇙ꓄ ꋬꋪꏂ ꄲꉣꏂꋊ⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀M͜͡I͜͡N͜͡O͜͡R͜͡S͜͡ D͜͡O͜͡ N͜͡O͜͡T͜͡ I͜͡N͜͡T͜͡E͜͡R͜͡A͜͡C͜͡T͜͡⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨ 𝐍𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦
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𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒏,
𝑫𝒖𝒃 𝒄𝒐𝒏,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆シ
I͜͡ d͜͡o͜͡ F͜͡l͜͡u͜͡f͜͡f͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡o͜͡
𝙒𝙀𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿
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