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dante-mightdie · 5 months

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Just found you blog, and saw you mention "fosterowner!price and doghybrid!141+you" and a thought has never been better

Price with his mismatch pack of pups, always having to scruff the nearest one from niping or barking,

I know for a fact Soap and Ghost the asshole are always eating your food before you can get to it,

You're just so much smaller and their bigger you understand right? (No you don't, closer to hell with your hight, you've decked them right in the stomach for it)

Poor price he trys his hardest to keep the peace, and only when y'all are working on a mission is when y'all finally shut up about who price scratched behind the ears more,

Speaking of which, I don't make the rules but Johnny's leg twitches in tandem with his tail the second price goes in for a rub behind those soft ears :))

Gaz (he's a Doberman right?) Being the nicest of the pack, great for bodyguarding any clients on a mission and they just love him so much, cut to Soap mimicking him to try and get the same praise,

Ghost is your biggest rival in the pack, he's just that much bigger than you that no matter what you do it's like a Pomeranian yapping in his ear,

Price always scruffing you after you get a little to worked up at Ghosts indifference to your gnawing, (Simon knows no reaction works you up more that one, he does it on purpose, bastard)

P.s. bluecollar!Simon is giving me the biggest brain-rot right now

-Love Sins (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

laswell said you guys were temporary. that john was only watching over you all until she found you permanent placements

but john is so attached to you all now. and you guys don’t even realise that you’re a bonded pack now

all of you having a pretty rough past :(

gaz is the most perfect boy. so well behaved always, even the enemies have to stop themselves from giving this little cutie some ear scritches <3 can be found in johns office, napping under his desk on his feet or knelt between johns legs getting pets

but john found out that he was a stray on leave, no home or owners to go back to after deployment. found gaz shivering on the streets of london and immediately snatched him up

simon was rescued from a dog-fighting ring. price was on a mission involving hybrid trafficking and stumbled across this big lad. simon was absolutely feral, snapping sharp teeth at anyone who tried to come near him

price had no choice but to muzzle him and manhandle him :( price overheard that he was gonna get put down because he wasn’t letting anyone get close to him

simon was actually given permanent placements but was always sent back to price because he was too aggressive with anyone else that wasn’t him

soap my love :( poor thing was found in the base kennels by nikolai. cramped in a metal crate with a sad look on his face. kept getting sent back from his permanent placements for being to energetic, too rowdy

price immediately came to collect him and he’s been with him since. has to be taken on walks and played with regularly otherwise he’ll cause mayhem. price left him in his office for a few hours and came back to his couch pillows all ripped up :(

has one of those big ropes to play tug of war with

price carries treats in his pocket for all of you, sneaking them to you during long car rides

you’re the runt of the pack. this doesn’t mean they don’t love you and price does not reject you but you’re not as strong as the rest of the pack

deep down they’re actually very protective of you

this doesn’t stop them from being absolute bastards to you though

taking your toys, eating your food, roughhousing and play fighting with you. simon absolutely loves putting his scent all over your toys and bed because he knows how much it annoys you

cuddle piles are a thing after missions just saying. all of you crowded onto one bed, sprawled all over each other. gaz and soap drool on simon as you lay across his legs

john taking pictures and keeping them in a hidden folder on his phone

you know that thing that dads do where they just smack the side of the dog repeatedly to pet them? john does that to simon specifically

if it was anyone else, simon would rip their throat out with his teeth but john doing it keeps him grounded. no one says anything when they see his tail wagging lazily <3

#mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #soap mactavish #mw3 #soap mactavish x reader #gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #gaz x reader

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abiiors · 4 months

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Do you have any plans to write smut ? 👀👀. I'm starving and begging for a crumb

.ೃ࿐ the jeweller's hands

(wrote this on my phone and it’s not proofed, sorry!!!)

cw: cheating, mean matty

“keep it down or i’ll fucking stop,” matty growls in your ear the moment your back hits the wall.

fifteen minutes. that’s how long you lasted before seeking him out in the crowd—a risky fucking business considering you’re attending this stupid little charity gala with your husband in the first place.

regardless, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

not that you’re even thinking about him right now… the man you came here with is the absolute last thing on your mind. your thoughts wander—first to matty in a suit, to his sleeves straining over his biceps and the way he wears no tie to this formal event. his shirt collar is open too, tattoos peeking out surrounded by a fine dusting of hair that’s gone slightly grey now, just like the grey in his curls.

he’s a vision. and now he’s here. inches away. trapping you between him and the wall and grinding his pelvis against yours in a way that makes it very clear what he’s here for.

matty hand tightens on your hips.

“here?”

“oh, don’t act coy with me now.”

his voice drops down to a harsh whisper, voice full of venom and lust but he only steps closer and the heat in your belly burns hotter.

so what if this is wrong…

“didn’t think about that when you were making fuck me eyes at me out there, did you?”

no. you didn’t.

but he can chase you a bit more.

“someone’s going to hear us,” you all but purr in his ear, niping at his earlobe. matty’s hold on you tightens and suddenly there’s not enough air in this fancy, marbled bathroom.

“then you’re just going to have to shut up and take it like a good little slut, yeah?”

there’s no way you would ever let anyone else speak this way to you. but matty is older, matty knows what he’s doing. matty, with his calloused hands and a fallen angel face knows how to make your blood sing.

he is the only one that gets a pass.

“strip,” he orders and takes a small step back.

you can’t help the small choked sound of protest that leaves you but then there he is again, spinning you around and undoing the zip of your dress before you can make another sound.

“can you step out of your dress on your own?” his mouth lowers to your ears, warm breath cascading down your cheeks, lips brushing against your skin ever so slightly. “it won’t be pretty if i have to do it, love. it might end up on the floor in tatters.”

you swallow harshly and nod just once.

he’s on you the moment the dress pools around your feet and you stand there, back pressed to the wall in just a thong. you don’t miss the way his eyes hungrily take you in—the curve of your hips and up to your stomach. then to your tits.

of course, his eyes linger there—on your peaked nippes and then up to your neck. you resist the urge to squirm under his gaze.

“are you just gonna stand there and watch me?”

matty clicks his tongue.

“you’ve gotten bold, haven’t you?”

“only because you’ve gone soft,” you taunt. it has the effect you want it to have.

matty crashes his lips against yours before you’re even properly done speaking. it’s a furious kiss—teeth clashing together on impact, your lipstick smeared all over your mouth. this isn’t a soft kiss. it’s not a lovers’ kiss.

this is a kiss that stings.

“that what you think?” he speaks when he takes a moment to breathe and your heart leaps in your throat. oh he sounds angry. the kind of anger that he’s about to take out on you…

“we’ll have to change that won’t we…”

“we—fuck!”

you feel a sharp sting as matty pinches your nipple between his fingers, taking advantage of the piercing, digging the cold metal further into your skin until your legs start shaking. wildfire runs through your blood, burning away any sane thought in its way, leaving you with just desire and lust and complete abandon.

“what was that? couldn’t hear you that well…”

this time you don’t try.

“please–shit! please, matty!” you whine, trying to clench your thighs together, but he pushes his knee between them, his body holding yours against the wall.

the bathroom somehow seems smaller now, hotter than it was before. the only thing between you and someone else walking in is a flimsy locked door.

anyone could knock. anyone could—

“you’re thinking,” he tuts. he’s right though. you are thinking…

good thing he’s right there to fuck you dumb.

“good little sluts don’t overthink,” his fingers hook harshly into the waistband of your thong and you already know what’s coming next.

a ripping sound echoes in the room and your thong falls to the floor, ripped to shreds.

“gonna send you back to your husband with my cum dripping down your thighs, darling, that what you want? hmm?” his words swirl around your brain at a dizzying pace making you nod involuntarily.

that is what you want… to feel him so deep inside you that you won’t forget it for days. to have your lungs full of his cologne. to have your fingers shoved so deep in your mouth that you’d gag around them.

your heart pounds in your entire body as you help matty undo his belt with shaky fingers. he’s already so hard under your touch, groaning as you palm him first through his trousers and then through his boxers.

fuck. for a moment you wonder what he would taste like. if he would let you if you just dropped to your knees right here. but the desperation to feel him inside, hitting the spot over and over again, has you drooling.

“spread your legs,” he whispers roughly and his fingers find your clit.

lazily, he swipes through your folds and collects some of the wetness making you hiss in pleasure. your eyes roll to the back of your head—this is what it should feel like always, no thoughts, just him and his hands and—

without warning you feel the tip of his cock entering you and you bite onto his shouder, desperate to keep the screams in.

“matty—”

but his mouth is on yours once again, swallowing every moan and scream and hiss of pleasure as he pounds into you mercilessly.

his hips slam into yours at a bruising pace; urgent and desperate, like he can’t get enough. it’s feverish even, almost as if you might slip away if he lets go even just a little. matty lets out a string of curses between each kiss.

somewhere in the back of your mind, you know your lips will be swollen and red by the time you’re done. you know you’ll have to find some way to look put together before going out again. but right now you don’t care… not when your entire body is full of ecstacy. not when matty makes you feel so so good.

sooner or later it will end, your mind reminds you. it will end and you’ll have to gather yourself and go out and play good little wife to a man you barely care about.

it will end and you will go your separate ways only to find each other again in some shady corner or some brightly lit bathroom at some pretentious event…

matty’s breath hitches when you clench around him.

the feeling in your spine is overwhelming—the tingles, the little electric jolts, the bursts of pleasure that build and build until the knot inside your stomach tightens impossibly fast.

“matty—gonna cum–please…”

“feel so good, darling,” he replies. a rare praise coming from him but it intensifies the dizziness, the bloodrush. “let me feel you,” he coaxes. this time, his voice comes out much softer, almost…tender.

“cum for me,” he speaks and pulls your thighs higher over his hip. suddenly he’s reaching so much deeper, hitting the spot harder and the trembling in your body increases tenfold.

your legs spasm, barely holding you upright and a wave of pleasure crashes over you.

the next time you open your eyes, matty’s face is contorted with pleasure, eyes half-lidded, jaw slack, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows harshly and you feel the warmth of his cum dripping out of your cunt and down your thigh. exactly what he’d promised.

if you look down, you’ll find his hands imprinted on your hips—red marks in the shape of his fingers that will no doubt bruise in the next couple of days. something of his for you to hold on to, long after he leaves. a welcome sting.

he does look down when he opens his eyes—looks down at the way your bodies are joined together, how your legs part around him, how your body fits into the crevices of his so perfectly. he almost smiles then but shakes his head slightly.

you expect him to say something, anything that would fill in the silence.

you were good, darling.

you were amazing.

come home with me.

he says none of those things. silently, matty zips us his trousers and fixes his belt. then he brings his thumb to your chin, softly wiping away the lipstick stains, up to your thumb so he can do the same there.

his eyes remain trained to your lips but you suspect it’s more cowardice this time than lust.

“get dressed,” matty speaks and his voice comes out brittle, devoid of feelings. “don’t want your husband to come looking for you.”

and then he steps away, as if none of this ever really happened.

#SORRY THIS SORTA TURNED INTO ANGST AT THE END DON’T HATE ME #✉️#♤: matty blurbs #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy smut #matty healy fic #the 1975 #the 1975 smut #smut #minors do not interact

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arc-hus · 2 months

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Nipe Cabin, Risør, Norway - Lie Øyen Arkitekter

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kbuty · 3 days

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“MAMA NIPE RADHI KUISHI NA WATU KAZI”

English Translation: “Mother give me pleasure, living with people is hard”

#textiles #blue #kiswahili #swahili #east africa #east african #African #african art

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multi-fandom-imagine · 6 months

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Day 24: Injury Sex

Fandom: Baldurs Gate 3

Character: Wyll Ravengard

Warnings: soft sex, implied injury.

“I am find my love, you have nothing to worry over. Truly.”

You bit back a scoff, held back an eye roll because of course he would just ignore a wound at his side. Though you would do anything to make sure he was feeling well in some capacity. Which lead you to clean your lovers wounds, which in it's self lead you to slowly ride Wyll. His hands clutching your hips gently as you placed your own hands on his shoulders to not aggravate any wounds. It was not the passionate sex you were so used to, the rough rounds that could have you going for hours.

No, this was soft, slow. Every touch, every kiss sent a shiver down your spine. You felt like you were on fire, your head in the clouds as Wyll slowly thrusted into your warmth.

You felt wonderful wrapped around him, he could die right now but at least he would die a happy man. Placing his lips against your neck niped at the skin leaving a mark. Your soft cries echoing in the room were music to his ears and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

He should get injured more often.

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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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My dearest darling,

May I please ask for

"kissing to try it out"

With the fearless leader himself 🤩💙

I would not be sad if this turned into something Blurple Just gonna throw that out there 😂

Pretty please, but also, no pressure 💙💜

I just love you and your writing so much - You're amazing! 😍🙌🏻

Signed,

~The other Blurple Bitch

For you, my tagging buddy absolutely <3

A call for blurple is one that must be answered

Also, once again, everyone is ADULTS in this fic, no minors here!!!!

Leo x F!reader x Donnie (more so Leo x reader, but Donnie does show up)

No Pressure

Warnings: lots of kisses, established relationship, poly!Turtles (no tscest), spelling mistakes, making out, insecure!Leo my darling,

"I'm sorry," you chuckle dryly, spinning your mug in your palms. "What exactly are you asking of me?"

Leo sighs, leaning back against the kitchen counters, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"I'm saying we should kiss," He doesn't meet your eyes.

"Hmmmm," You hum, taking a sip of your tea, elbows resting on the breakfast table. "And what was your reasoning, again?" It felt wrong to enjoy how flustered he was.

"To see if this is something we really want,"

You nod, knowing the true intention behind his words.

You and Donnie had been dating for over four months when you both realized Leo also had feelings for you. What started out as embarrassment turned into understanding and now you had the two most handsome boyfriends in the world.

And one of them was clearly trying to sabotage it.

Leo hated the term, but he was insecure. He was worried you didn't actually like him back and was just using him. But he was also nervous because his brain still had yet to accept the fact that you were his girlfriend now, too, not just Donnie's.

"So you want to kiss to see if we really are meant for each other?"

He nods slowly. "So to speak,"

"Alright," You stood from your chair, it scraped across the floor as you sauntered around the table and toward him.

You really shouldn't have enjoyed how wide his eyes went and the scared expression on his handsome face.

You stood before him, looking up into his wonderful eyes.

He cleared his throat, uncrossing his arms and pushing off the counter. "Alright,"

You couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach. This would be your first kiss with the handsome leader in blue. After all you'd only been dating a week and a half.

Licking his lips, he quickly leaned forward and pressed a chaiste kiss on your lips, he pulled away before you could even close your eyes.

You chuckle, cupping his face in your hands, leaning close, letting your lips ghost his. "You're not taking this away from me," You mumbled, kissing him passionately and firmly.

He went stiff, his arms and jaw tensing: he was so nervous. You ran your hands down his jaw and neck, rubbing at his shoulders.

"I'm not going anywhere, Lee, I'm yours," You kissed each word on his lips, wanting him to give in.

And give in he did.

He churred loudly, one hand gripping your hip and the other grabbing the back of your head, preventing you from moving.

For how proper and clean Leo normally was, this kiss was messy.

It was quick, firm kisses, stealing the breath from your lungs and making your knees tremble.

You yanked yourself away, gulping down air, your face was bright red.

"God, you're gorgeous," He groaned, pulling you against him, turning you around and lifting you up onto the counter.

Your legs came up, hooking under his shell, holding him as close as possible.

He sucked your bottom lip, then licked it softly. With a moan you open your mouth and let him in.

He explores your tongue, being easy and careful, taking notes as to what you liked.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you both. Coming back, he kissed and niped at your jaw and neck. One hand held your hip, the other was massaging your scalp, making your eyes roll back into your head.

You tilt your head back, a breathless whisper of his name leaving you. He churred against your neck.

Someone clearing their throat made you both jump, wide eyes looking to see Donnie standing at the kitchen doorway.

"Donnie, I-"

"We can explain-"

"Can you guys not make out on my coffee counter, please?" He interrupted, holding up his mug and gesturing to behind you.

Leo lifted you, turning and placing you on the island instead. You unhooked your legs, but Leo didn't move himself out of your thighs.

Donnie wordlessly pulled out his coffee maker and started to brew another pot.

"Are you okay?" Leo asked after a moment, eyeing his little brother.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Donnie shrugged, glancing over at the two of you.

"I just wanna make sure you're still cool with all of this," Leo scratched the back of his neck, turning to face his brother more.

"Are you trying to get permission to kiss your girlfriend?" Donnie laughed, filling his cup, and stirring in the creamer.

"No, I just-" Leo's scales turned darker as he tried to argue.

"Good," Donnie smiled, turning and looking at you. "Because the only permission you need is from her," Donnie stepped forward, giving you a quick kiss before heading toward the door.

Leo stared in shock for a moment before shaking his head. "Alright,"

Your and Leo's eyes met, a smirk playing on his lips. His hands traveled up the outside of your thighs, using just the right amount of pressure.

He leaned in and started kissing you firmly, your hands running up and down his arms.

"But, I will say -" Donnie came back in, mug in one hand, and the other pointing at the two of you. You both jerked again, you had to suppress a laugh at Leo's annoyed huff. "If things do escalate, I would like to be invited,"

"Got it, Don,"

"You also might want to move so no one else interrupts~" Donnie took a sip of his coffee, openly enjoying how flustered you looked.

You decided to play along: leaning in you lick a firm stripe up the side of his neck, whispering in his ear. "Perhaps your room?"

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @happymoonangel @red-phoenixxx @sharpwindow @mysticboombox @dilucsflame33 @tmnt-tychou @sketch-and-write-lover

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 days

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Can i request a NSFW fic with Billy Gunn? I'll leave the plot up to you and your wonderful writing skills

Splish splash

Billy Gunn X fem reader (18+) SMUT, oral (f receiving)

Summary: Billy takes care of Y/n after she breaks her foot during her match. What happens when she slips and falls in the shower and can't get up?

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The worst part of breaking your foot was having to have someone sit outside the bathroom in case you fell in the shower. I hated having Billy sit outside as he waited for me to shower. As much as he claimed he didn't mind It made me feel weird at times. What if I actually fell? He would have to see me naked. I would look like an idiot spread out on the shower floor with half of my leg wrapped in plastic. It was fine at first. Billy wouldn't dare to look at me wrapped in a towel as I hopped to get clean clothes. He said if I ever fell he would close his eyes the whole time and not even peek. Now all I could feel was his eyes on me. He would help me from the bathroom to the bedroom and offer to help me put my stupid pants on. I would always decline but always wondered what if.

After yet another long day I knew a hot shower would get my mind off of how I was feeling. Unfortunately, Billy would still be my guard dog if I died in the shower. I knew it would happen at some point but this time I really did fall. Like an idiot I dropped my shampoo and when I went to pick it up BANG, I fell right on my ass.

"FUCK!" I yelled as painfully fell.

"You alright in there?" Billy yelled though the door, voice filled with concern,

"No! I fell!!" I yelled to Billy on the other side, embarrassed

"Okay, I'm coming in!"

"Don't look at me!"

"Okay, okay. I'll keep my eyes closed"

Billy threw a towel at me and I tried to cover up as best as possible as he tried to help me out of the shower. It was awkward, to say the least. Once I was in a standing position and was able to fully wrap the small towel around my body. Billy opened his eyes. "You alright?" Billy asked me quietly. "No" "Here let me just carry you the rest of the way" I let Billy pick me up and he carefully walked across the room, placing me on the bed carefully. "Let me see" "No" "Come on Y/n, I just want to make sure you didn't hurt yourself more when you fell" I hesitated at first but ended up dropping the towel. Feeling vulnerable underneath Billy.

He winced at the bruise that started to form on my hip. "Ouch, that looks like it hurts," said Billy "No shit" I responded angrily. "Do you want me to kiss it better?" He asked shyly "What?" "Do you want me to kiss it better? It will make you feel better? Let me help Y/n. Let me make you feel better" I was at a loss of words. What does he mean make you feel better? I was fine up until I fell. I didn't like whatever it was that was going on but I couldn't lie and pretend like I didn't want this.

"Just be careful," I told him nervously "Don't worry baby, I will be so gentile" I didn't know what I was expecting Billy to do. Like he mentioned, he placed a delicate kiss on my bruising hip. Then he began to leave more soft kisses along my body. Kissing my hips, my thighs, and my chest, he praised my body with kisses before nuzzling between my thighs. He left kisses and small bites all along my inner thighs.

My body was filled with anticipation, waiting for his next move. Just then we made eye contact. He was asking for permission, I gave a slight nod and I noticed that his eyes turned a deep dark blue.

Billy took his time, slowly sucking and niping at my inner thighs before he began to slowly eat me out. He kept his promise, he was gentile, every move was delicate as if he was scared he would break me. He was slowly making me come undone and I hated and loved it at the same time. He delicitly kissed my clit before he began to suck on it. He was killing me, I covered my mouth to hide the moans that fell out to which Billy didn't like. "I want to hear how good I make you feel baby. Don't get all shy on me now darling" I could feel my cheeks turn red at his comments.

I pulled rather hard on his hair as he passionity ate me out. He was a messy pussy eater but it just added to the sensation. I started to feel that knot growing in my stomach, I needed more. "Tell me what you want baby, tell me what you need" "I need more, I need to feel more" I didn't even recognize myself with how pathetic I sounded. "Harder" I could feel him laugh at my comments, the vibrations sending sparks throughout my body. Just then I felt Billy start to finger me, adding to the growing sensation. He started with two but was quick to add a third, finding my sweet spot effortlessly. He was rough, eating me out like his life depended on it. He knew I was close. "That's it right there baby, cum for me" he praised and with that I came hard.

Billy continued to eat me out during my orgasm, licking up every drop. When I finally caught my breath Billy pulled away. I coudn't help the wine that left my lips from the loss of contact. "Fuck, you taste so fucking good, so sweet" I blushed at the complement. With Billy now standing above me I could see the buldge in his pants. I coudn't help but palm his clothed erection. "What a needy girl. I just made you cum" Billy said seductivly. "I need more, I need to feel you in me"

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