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lieutnt · 4 months
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Omega!141 who you know can very easily stick up for themselves but it doesn’t stop anger flaring in your chest when you end up having to rest at another base and you hear the hushed comments being muttered around base about an omega task force.
The straw that breaks the camel's back is when you all sit in the cafeteria to eat and a soldier loudly on purpose jokes about the 141 being “a waste of good omegas.” 
The room falls silent when your chair screeches as you charge the soldier and fist his shirt in your hand, pulling him close to snarl in his face, “They’re still your superior officers and I expect you to remember that, soldier.” The smell of angry alpha filters into the air and the soldier’s eyes go wide, attempting to pull back and shrink into himself.
“Y-yes sir,” he stutters, falling back onto his arse when you suddenly release him. You leave him on the floor as you walk back to your table, ignoring the shocked looks on everyone’s faces and the hidden grins of the 141 as you continue eating as if nothing had happened. Gradually the atmosphere begins to pick back up, and the 141 don’t hear another comment during their time on base.
The other soldiers don’t need to know that as soon as you're back on home base and all your gear is packed away the 141 are gathered in your room taking turns riding you, rewarding you for being their loyal alpha.
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agoofyannoyancetolaw · 5 months
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-rules, characters, and other things-
☆rules☆
-this is an 18+ blog, you’ve been warned. Honestly I’ve given up trying to stop all minors from interacting because it takes up my time- but I am not held responsible for what you read on this account as on every single post it warns you Minors Do Not Interact
-this is a male reader blog ( gn and transmasc and overall masc-leaning inclusive too ofc)
-things I won’t write for are: female readers (although I allow them to interact), scat etc. , non-con, incest, step-cest, glorifying issues (depending on how it’s written), and anything I’m not comfortable writing.
-things I will write: drabbles, short stories, requests, head cannons, and most anything that ain’t on my won’t write list
-note: I get very burnt out (lesson learned from my sfw blog), so if your request hasn’t been answered it’s either I was uncomfortable with it OR im working on it and it’s just in a big pile. Or I just never got motivated for it
-note: if it’s a short peice of writing it’s because this is my first attempt at nsfw writing on a major scale EVER. Also I do not proof read, so there are errors galore
-important note: if something I’ve written shows a stereotype about something such as mental health, race, religion, etc. or just anything else you think sounds wrong or could offend someone, tell me! It’s not my intention and if you point issues out I’m always glad to learn and fix things
★characters I will write for★
Cod:
-gaz -rudy -nikto? -roach -Alejandro -könig -price -horangi -velikan? -Keegan -krueger? -graves -soap -ghost -nikolai
RDR2:
-Arthur Morgan. (I’ll add more later I swear)
☆tag system☆
#coyotes_den : reposts and off topic posts that don’t have writing
#coyotes_trinket_jar : drabbles and head cannons (where most requests will end up)
#coyotes_horde : longer fics!
#coyotes_friends<3 : responding to mutuals
★my silly writing mutuals you should follow★
@rodolfoparras - @planetrhythm - @princeguri66 - @miguel-owhora - @fortheb0ys / @fortheb0ys2 - @lieutnt - @embry-garrick - @chiefcreek - @batfleshh - @softggh0ul - @wetdremz - @adrawinggnome - @arthurmorgansballsack - @gabriel-sanderson
☆non-writing mutuals (in progress)☆
@cptg00s3 - @mapleismymoca
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rodolfoparras · 3 months
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I'm pretty sure it was you who wrote it but I cannot stop thinking about werewolf reader marking Price as his territory against a different werewolf
It has plagued my thoughts all week
I'm going so insane just thinking about it, I love that filthy old man
-🐧
Sugar I think you’re referring to Elijah’s Drabble @lieutnt is it the one where piss is involved 👀
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lieutnt · 4 months
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Thinking about omega!Soap becoming a possessive little thing once you’re mated. He’ll wear any marks you give him with pride - the more difficult to hide the better. He wants everyone to know he’s yours and you’re his.
Soap trusts you completely, but that doesn’t stop his temper rising when he spots you talking to an unmated omega for just a little too long, especially when he can hear you trying to end the conversation but the omega won’t take the hint. So he slides up to you like the demure omega he isn’t, nuzzling into your chest and purring loudly when your arms immediately wrap around him and you begin scenting the top of his head as all your attention turns to him.
He hears the omega scoff under their breath before they walk away and Soap looks at you with smug pride, even as you roll your eyes at his performance. “Feeling better now?” You question, unable to stop your own responding purr.
Soap hums, “Might need tae remind ‘em who ye belong tae.” He drags you away to his room, pushing you down on his bed and undoing your pants just enough to pull your cock out, stroking you to full hardness while he attacks your neck, biting and nipping at the skin until you’re wearing matching teeth marks. Once you’re hard he’s dropping his pants and boxers, fingers smearing the slick that’s beginning to gather around his hole to finger himself open, thighs settling either side of yours so he can kiss you while he does so.
As soon as he’s stretched enough he’s lining your cock up with his hole and sitting down, moaning into your mouth as he begins to ride you.
You later receive knowing looks from Gaz when he catches a whiff of you and Soap, shaking his head at your mingled scents and the blooming marks across both your necks.
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lieutnt · 6 months
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I blame @rodolfoparras & @miguel-owhora
cw: trans!miguel baby trapping you
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thinking about trans!miguel baby trapping you. when he first recruits you to the spider-society he’s enamoured, and it only takes a few weeks before he’s riding your cock, the idea in his head that only you can give him the family he wants - but you insist on wearing a condom every time, unaware of just how deep his infatuation already runs.
miguel waits until you’ve pulled out of him and discarded the used condom and about to get another one he asks if you’ll go get him a drink of water. you do without a doubt, asking if he's ok, if he wants anything else because that’s just the person you are - kind, considerate, and any trace of doubt vanishes as you disappear out of the room. miguel quickly scrambles into action, poking holes into the condoms before you can get back.
when you do he accepts the drink gratefully, taking a few minutes to rest while you flop down on your back next to him. once he’s recovered (although he doesn’t really need to recover, not when he’d let you fuck him until he passed out) he’s settling between your thighs, taking you in his mouth until you’re hard again and he moves to straddle you, not forgetting to roll down one of the condoms on your cock before he’s sinking down on you.
he rides you with a renewed vigour that has you cumming fast, hips bucking up to chase the wet heat of his cunt and you can’t even tell when your cum starts to leak out of the hole, brain too busy firing on all cylinders as he tumbles over the edge with you, grinding your cock against his walls as they pulse and clench around you.
when he pulls off you and you see the broken condom you panic but miguel is quick to assure you, swearing that he’s on birth control. the night ends there but it’s already too late.
he approaches you a few weeks later, herding you into his office and shutting the doors before handing you a positive pregnancy test. he attempts to make himself look as nervous as possible, rambling that he doesn't know how it happened. he waits to gauge your reaction but you put the test down and pull his hands into yours, “it’s up to you to decide, i’ll support you no matter what.”
cut to a couple months later and miguel can’t stop smiling in bed, sinking into the feeling of you sleeping pressed against his back as your hand cradles his growing belly.
bonus: the pregnancy hormones have miguel convincing you that since he’s already pregnant you can fuck him raw as much as you want, eyes rolling back in pleasure when you mumble in his ear about how you’ll put another baby in him as your seed overflows from his puffy cunt
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lieutnt · 8 months
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May I request ghost with make reader who has a huge cock? Like I’m talking ten inches and shit.
Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Have a good day :))
He feels so fucking full, hands resting on your hips to stop you moving while he breathes, hole stretching to accommodate your girth. He knew you were big, eyes zoning in on your bulge every time your legs opened enough to give him a sneak peek, but now that you’re trying to fit inside him you feel bigger, and in the back of his mind he wonders if it’s even possible.
Your thumbs rub soothing circles where they hold onto his waist, giving him as much time as he needs to calm his rabbiting heart. His hands fall from your hips when he’s ready for more, throat dry from his hoarse groans scratching out a “You can move.” The effect is immediate, mouth dropping open as he releases a string of moans and curses as you start pulling out and pushing back in, getting him used to the stretch before you sink in further, the ring of muscle gradually giving.
Simon’s head falls back in relief when you finally bottom out, able to feel your balls pressing against his ass. You remain still, hands skimming across skin as his chest heaves with breaths, fingers tightly furled in the sheets to keep him from floating away. He already feels completely fucked out and you haven’t done anything yet, but that stirring arousal in his gut persists; now that you’ve stretched him, you can start fucking him.
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lieutnt · 10 months
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trans ghost getting eaten out for the first time maaaybe?😦
Simon doesn’t know what to expect - he’s never trusted anyone enough to let them get this far, this intimate, and when you first latch onto his puffy clit and suck, his thighs nearly crush your head with how quickly they try and snap shut, a ragged moan tearing from his chest.
You don’t give him time to adjust, running the flat of your tongue over his cunt from top to bottom and then back up again, bringing his clit back into your mouth and circling the bundle of nerves with your tongue. He can’t control his hips, body moving on its own as it tries to rock into your mouth, chase your tongue when you drag it down his pussy.
Your hands hold his thighs, fingers digging into the muscle in an attempt to get him to stop squirming, and all that energy travels straight to his mouth. You’ve never heard him so vocal, grunts and moans swiftly changing into rumbled praises, “Fuck, love, that feels-” he cuts himself off with a harsh intake of breath, eyes fluttering shut and body arching into your mouth as you suckle at his clit again, his orgasm approaching like a tidal wave.
He desperately clings to whatever skin he can reach, fingers clawing at your shoulders and moving up to twist in your hair, keeping your mouth on him as he crests that edge, his orgasm hitting him like a train as he gushes into your mouth, legs trembling either side of your head. You stay on him, tongue sliding through his cunt well into overstimulation and he has to pull you away, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
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lieutnt · 3 months
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Fucking Ghost and finding out he has a HUGE praise kink?
People always write him as a hardcore top that enjoys handing out degradation like it's candy, but I just can't see him like that🧍‍♂️
side note: i think ghost does like degradation but doesn’t like being the one receiving it
Pushing into Ghost feels heavenly, your cock scraping against his walls as you inch deeper inside, your body losing control of your mouth as the praise easily seeps out, “Doing so well for me Ghost.”
He grunts to dismiss your praise but you don’t miss the moan he attempts to bury into his arms once you’re balls deep, cockhead pressing against his spongy insides. You let him breathe, hands massaging the skin where you had gripped his waist, “That’s it, just relax.” Your lips press against the ridge of his spine and he arches into your touch, a choked-out moan escaping his throat when you praise him again, “Good boy.”
Slowly you begin to move together, Ghost rolling his hips back as you rock forward, brief pain turning into pleasure as you start to build a rhythm. More praises tumble from your lips, Ghost preening under each one until finally you kiss at the back of his neck, “You like it when I praise you Ghost?” You question, determined to drink down each of the sounds he makes. He doesn’t reply and you try again, “Not gonna go all quiet on me now are you love?”
With a deep roll of your hips Ghost lets a ragged groan tear from his chest, warmth spreading through his veins when he can hear the quirk of your smile, “There we go, let me listen to those pretty sounds.” Readjusting your position you pull him up to his knees, plastering your front to his back, an arm reaching across his chest to keep him close to you. He can’t silence his moans anymore, letting them spill freely as you praise him for each and every one.
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lieutnt · 9 months
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miguel deserves to get his ass railed senselessly.
thank you for coming to my Ted talk 😌🫶
Miguel whose thighs are burning, trembling with the effort of keeping himself up as he tries to ride you, his pace sloppy, erratic - unpleasurable for you both. He doesn’t know how long he’s been at it, head fogged with desire and the want to keep going, but his body isn’t listening, and eventually he has to stop completely, barely able to lift himself up again. 
He thinks nothing of it when your hands drift down his thighs, your attempt at reassurance he assumes, but then you’re hooking your hands around the backs of his knees to pull him forward, and drawing your knees up and planting your feet on the bed. 
He’s about to question you, but any coherent string of thought is knocked from his head when you thrust up, sending Miguel scrambling to grapple onto you for support. He can’t get a word out, mouth spitting out garbled groans and moans as you pound into him, and all he can do is hold on, eyes fluttering shut at the insistent press of your cock deep inside, your pace harsh and rough, just how he wanted.
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lieutnt · 3 months
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More Omega Gaz 🥺
- 🗝️
How about Omega!Gaz with an Alpha who’s more reserved with their emotions, rarely posturing and growling like other Alphas do. That’s what makes you so terrifying to other soldiers - Alphas, Betas and Omegas alike, the unpredictability of your actions.
But Gaz was never scared, and gradually managed to chip down the walls you kept around yourself. In private he can barely hear himself think with how loud you purr as you pull him into your chest, furiously scenting the top of his head because he no longer smells like you and that’s wrong.
And when his first heat comes around after you two have gotten together Gaz is more than eager for your help, fingers teasingly trawling across your skin and large brown eyes blinking up at you in an attempt to convince you, and of course it works.
He clings to you like a koala as you fuck him, legs locked around your waist and nails scratching lines down your back as your hips rock into his, cock stretching him open while he hiccups around his breaths and moans, barely able to formulate a coherent thought between your praises scrambling his brain.
As your knot begins to catch on his rim he starts to beg, moaning into your ear as your thrusts grow faster, plummeting towards your release. When your knot pops inside him Gaz arches with a hoarse moan, a sparse drizzle of cum joining the mess on his stomach as you fill his insides, cock pulsing with each wave of cum. 
By the time you’re finally finished Gaz’s chest is rumbling, the painful twinge of his heat dissipating temporarily as you roll onto your side as to not crush him, Gaz immediately following and tucking himself against your body, exhaustion clawing at his eyelids when you gather him in your arms and begin to purr back, saving your energy for the next burst of heat.
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lieutnt · 10 months
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Ghost passes out from coming to hard 🥵
He feels like he’s about to be dragged under, stuck in a torrential whirlpool of pleasure as you pound into him, each press of your hips against his sending him further and further down until he’s cumming with a hoarse cry, arching his back and spilling onto his stomach, body wracked with intense waves that fries his brain, sending his mind into a tailspin of nothing, and he can’t help but go completely lax, any and all thoughts fleeing his brain.
When he comes to you’re holding his face, thumbs gently stroking across his jaw while his senses limp back to him; the muted pleasure sizzling through his veins, the sticky coating on his stomach, hole warm and full of your previous loads. He can see your mouth moving, and it takes his ears a few seconds to start listening. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”
Simon nods as much as he can, everything else unresponsive. It should terrify him, so paralysed that he can barely move an inch, but when you press a soft kiss against his forehead he finds himself giving you a small smile, ready to be tucked up against you as drowsiness threatens to swallow him whole.
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lieutnt · 10 months
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Do you know the upside down kiss from Spider-Man? I'm thinking about that with Miguel.
He exhales as soon as he sees you hanging upside down, already knowing what you're going to ask. Your mask is pulled up (down?) to your nose, so he can see the wide grin you have on your face, and he sighs out, "Really?"
Your grin widens. "Aw, come on Miguel! Just once?"
He pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself about how this is a waste of time, but he still steps forward until your noses are brushing against one another. He never had much restraint when it came to you.
You always steal his breath away when you kiss him so gently - like he's made of glass and about to shatter, and this time is no different, his eyes fluttering shut at that first contact. You kiss him until you're both breathless, pulling away with a pleased sigh, and if you notice the lovestruck sheen over his eyes, you don't say anything.
Miguel tries to steel himself, clearing his throat. "Satisfied?" He questions.
You give a thoughtful hum, hands moving to cup his cheeks. "Not yet." He gives you an incredulous look, one you quickly wipe away as you start to press chaste kisses across his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his jaw, leaving no inch of skin untouched.
He can feel his face burning, how you still manage to do that to him he'll never know, and when you pull away he sees the eyes of your mask squint, as if you're appraising him. With a short nod you drop your hands, "Now I'm satisfied."
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lieutnt · 4 months
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it's midnight for me so happy new years everyone! the support this year has been immense and as a little thanks have this semi-small drabble. the holidays have been a little busy but posting should hopefully return to normal this week.
enjoy my thoughts on what would happen if you combine a tipsy 141 and a male reader who want to celebrate New Years.
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Price can see how disheartened the 141, mostly Soap & Gaz, are by not being able to bring in the New Year properly while stuck on base. He agrees to a small celebration, some drinks and some food in the build up while you all sit round the telly waiting for the countdown.
Except, like most times it doesn’t go to plan. After a few drinks, a tipsy Soap is complaining about not having anyone to kiss at midnight and turns to you all puppy-eyed and pouty, asking if you’ll kiss him. With a roll of your eyes you agree, not one to turn down an excuse to make out with Soap again.
As the countdown starts, Soap drags you to him, noses almost touching as “3… 2… 1…” echoes from the tv. At the sound of fireworks he surges forward, capturing your mouth with his. It’s more than just a quick peck, Soap licking into your mouth and wrapping his arms around your neck to hold you close as he moans into the kiss, parting with a sigh and a thread of saliva connecting you. Price & Ghost watch silently stunned, pants a little bit tighter at the show but Gaz is quickly by your side, face heated with the alcohol in his system.
“I wanna kiss as well,” he mumbles in the fake saddest tone he can muster, eyes shining when you turn to him and kiss him. You repeat the process, pulling Gaz close and deepening the kiss, and the others can hear Gaz’s sighs and quiet moans before you pull away, thumb swiping across his lips.
“Happy now?” You ask, a gleam in your eye as Gaz shakes his head, turning to Soap and bringing him in for a kiss. They press against each other and it’s enough to have you chubbing up in your pants as they lose themselves in the kiss.
Stepping away you catch Price & Ghost staring, hips shifting minutely to loosen the fabric around their crotches. Walking towards Price you lean over his seated figure, eyes playful and filled with mischief. “You want one too, Cap?”
His face is dusted pink, lips parting like a fish out of water trying to think of anything to say before he nods his head, and as soon as your lips are connecting he’s cupping the side of your face with his palm, trying to resist the temptation to pull you down on top of him. The kiss is more chaste than the others, a few swipes of tongue before Price is pushing you away before he can get too excited, grumbling “Muppet,” under his breath.
You don’t know what to expect when you turn to Ghost but he’s already watching, waiting, as you quirk a brow in question. He nods slightly, reaching out to hold your hips as you walk towards him. “C’mere then,” he’s wearing a simpler mask this time, one he pushes up to expose his lips before he’s pulling you in with a hand on the back of your head, tongue immediately prodding for entrance into your mouth. Ghost kisses like he fights, dominating, intense, and when you pull away he’s looking satisfied with himself. 
The countdown finished long ago but you’re all still in the room, bulges obvious and with confidence you turn towards Gaz & Soap, “Want to go take care of your problems?” You question, eyes motioning downwards.
They can’t move fast enough, scurrying away and out of the room and before you leave you turn back towards Price & Ghost, “You two coming?”
Thinking it over in no time at all they both stand, eagerly following you to your room.
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lieutnt · 4 months
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Ik you mentioned omegaverse was on your mind lately. Alpha male reader and omega gaz but reader wears a lot of layers all the time so gaz can’t smell him often. Then one sinfully hot day he finds reader lounging around in his boxers and goes feral with reader fucking him demb
You rarely have bare skin exposed much to Gaz’s chagrin. He tries to act nonchalant, but he would give anything in the world to be smothered in your scent at all times, to be able to walk up to you and stick his nose where your smell is strongest so it lingers on him while he’s walking around. But you’re always wearing something that stops him - jackets, hoodies, fabrics that trap your smell and leave his mouth watering for more.
Which is why when he catches sight of you lounging in boxers and nothing else his mind stutters, eyes glazing over as he takes in every inch of naked skin, nostrils flaring to try and capture your scent. He can already feel the slick gathering around his hole, thighs clenching together to stave off his arousal but it’s too hard to resist.
Before you can react he’s shedding his layers and climbing on top of you, and despite your complaints that it’s too hot to do anything Gaz refuses to let this opportunity go to waste. He burrows into your neck, teasing and nipping your scent gland until it’s pumping out a heady amount of pheromones that he can nuzzle into and have cling to his skin. By the time he pulls back he feels drunk, your combined scents mixing into a potent cocktail leaving him feeling empty. 
The blown pupils of your eyes show that you’ve picked up on the arousal pouring off him and in a flurry of movement he’s pinned underneath you, hole needing barely any preparation before you’re sliding inside. Dropping down until your chest is flush with his back has Gaz purring, arching into your touch to surround himself with your body as you start thrusting, skin gliding against skin.
Gaz loses track of how many orgasms you’ve pulled from each other, brainless with the idea that he’ll be able to smell you on him for days, your scent, your claim, burrowing into the very fibre of his being. Even as his eyes threaten to close with exhaustion he’s fighting to keep them open, hips shifting back to meet your thrusts as you teeter towards the edge, ready to keep going until you’re both boneless and barely able to move, collapsed into a puddle of limbs to make sure he stays in your scent as long as it takes.
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lieutnt · 4 months
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Omega Steven Grant x top male reader. Steven is in heat and comes from work very very need, and he literally begs his partner to creampie him
Steven barrels into your chest as soon as he’s through the door, rubbing himself against you as if he’s trying to push into the space next to your heart. You try to ask him what’s wrong but he’s reluctant to be pulled away, and it’s not until you smell the air, instantly picking up the scent of his slick that you realise. He looses a purr when your hand combs through his curls, “It snuck up on you huh?” you ask. Steven’s never been one for keeping good track of his heats, having to rush home when it hits him unexpectedly.
He nods against you, arms tightly wrapped around your body to keep you close. “I need you luv.” Moving up he burrows into the crook of your neck, already losing himself in trying to get as much of your scent on him as he can. 
After a whirlwind of clothes being pulled off you have Steven underneath you, naked and desperately trying to fuck himself back against you as you sink into his wet heat inch by inch, going slow despite his pleas for more. His body screams at him to breed and that’s what he does when your balls press against his ass; begs you to fill him up, to cum inside, keep him on your knot until something takes.
You fuck him through two orgasms before yours makes an appearance, your warning sending Steven into a frenzy as he rocks himself back against you, hole trying to suck you in deeper. Your cum flooding his insides has Steven groaning so loud you think the neighbours may hear, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the smell of an omega in heat has you cumming more than usual, some already leaking from his hole.
Before you can collapse on top of Steven you roll onto your side, hugging him to your chest as he purrs contentedly, your cock acting as a plug to keep your cum inside while the intensity of his heat wanes temporarily, body momentarily satiated as you protectively curl around him. 
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lieutnt · 5 months
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For Mr @rodolfoparras who keeps planting Gaz x Soap x Reader in my brain
You have no doubt whose idea it was, picking up the phone only to be greeted by the sight of Gaz and Soap rutting against each other like rabbits in heat. The camera is pointed down, giving you the perfect view of them helplessly rocking their hips together, cocks shining and aching for relief.
Gaz speaks up first, “Sorry luv, fuck-” he pauses to moan, causing your cock to twitch in your pants, “we got too excited thinking about you.”
They know the repercussions, how you’ll punish them both when you get back for teasing you like this but you can’t help egg them on. “Yeah? What were you thinking about?”
“How ye’ll fuck us later,” Soap pipes up, groaning as their sensitive heads catch each other. “Cannae wait to sit on that cock ‘til ma legs go numb.”
The teasing shit knows all the right buttons to press, your free hand unconsciously rubbing across your clothed bulge. “And what after?”
“Gonna cum as much as we can, gotta make up for lost time,” Gaz sighs out, hips moving faster as their climax approaches.
They cum with a moan of your name, Soap quickly tumbling over after Gaz as they paint themselves with their release, grinding against each other until their cocks are soft. You hum lowly, “My boys feeling better now?”
You can hear their rapid breaths, a muffled “Yeah,” coming from Soap as Gaz pulls him to his lips and kisses him.
Still hard an idea floods into your mind as you pull your cock out, “Why don’t you clean each other up for me?” Stroking your cock your hand tightens on the upstroke as the camera focuses on Soap getting to his knees in front of Gaz, tongue running across his stomach and groaning at the taste of their mixed release.
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