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chaostaxpayer · 9 months ago

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Alpha!Soap x Alpha!Gaz x Alpha!Male!Reader

Cw: Omegaverse (but not the way you think :)), degrading, feminine terms for genitalia, bondage, rut, fingering, talks of pregnancy, breeding kink, biting, Slapping, knot slapping? Primal sort of (they’ve got instincts), taming? Bite scars? Lemme know if I missed anything!

Minors and ageless and fem aligned accounts dni, I block immediately. Thank you! :))

You and Gaz stand side by side, eyes darkening in lust. Chests starting to heave as you look down at Soap, who’s tied down. His knees to his chest and spread wide, making sure his plugged hole and cock are on display.

He’s already prepped, hard, nostrils flaring at you and Gaz staring down at him like he’s an omega. Hackles raising, snarl forming on his face. But he’s hard, leaking, and signed up for this. “Would you fucking hurry up? I wanted to get fucked, not stared at.”

You growl in response, roughly pulling the plug out, watching hungrily as his hole flutters and he gasps. Then start pushing Gaz towards him. “Bitch him out first. Make him take your knot over and over again. I’ll get my fill after.” You then pull back, settling in to watch the show.

And man, does Gaz put on a show.

Gaz’s fat cock slides home into Soap, rut already starting to make him too far gone to wait. Pounding into Soap without much thought. Of course Soap’s instincts flare up, the alpha in him not liking his position… Even if getting fucked is making his eyes roll back, and small moans start to escape.

Of course you can’t have your bitch acting up, so you go to the side of the bed and slap him. “Behave. Take Kyle’s cock like a good slut. Don’t fucking snarl, submit.”

He moans at the slap, but shakes his head and glares up at you. Body tensing as though he wants to lunge. “I’m not a fucking omega, you can’t treat me like one-“ Another slap interrupts him. His eyes rolling back as Gaz finally starts to hit his prostate.

“See bitch? It feels good, doesn’t it?” You hum, watching in amusement as he lets out a loud moan. He catches himself nodding, before biting his bottom lip to silence himself. His hackles start to raise again, but this time you slap his knot that’s already forming from the pleasure Gaz is giving him. Rough, sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts making his chest jiggle.

“Don’t fucking start. You feel good, so stop trying to bark.” You slap his knot again, watching as he finally lets go of his bottom lip to cry out. His hole clenching around Gaz, causing him to hoarsely moan out.

“That’s it, clench your cunt around me. Being such a good bitch f’me.” Gaz moans out, making Soap flush red and close his eyes. His cock beginning to leak. You smile lazily, dilated eyes enjoying his reaction.

“Look at that, just needed to call your hole a cunt for you to relax yeah? Have Kyle call you a good bitch?” He shakes his head, straining in the rope holding him down and in place. Whines escaping his throat, once more biting his lip to try and keep quiet.

You slap his knot again, making him cry out and buck his hips. You spit on his cock, and begin to stroke him. Smiling as Gaz’s thrusts speed up, you turn your head towards Gaz.

“His cunt tightening around you?” And Gaz nods, growling deep in his throat. His knot beginning to catch on Soap’s rim. “M’close, close to breeding his tight cunt.” Gaz moans, hips driving into Soap further.

You huff, turning your head back to Soap. His head is thrown back, mouth open wide as he gasps. Your stroking never stopped, until suddenly you squeeze Soap’s knot. His body going tight, as he screams, Gaz pushing his knot in at the same time and flooding Soap’s insides. Soap’s stomach painted white, as Gaz’s fat knot nudges against his prostate.

You laugh and slick up your finger with lube, and begin to trace Soap’s plugged up hole. “Gotta keep going, Kyle. Properly bitch him out, yeah?” And of course Gaz is nodding and whining, squirming as you trace Soap’s hole. Able to feel you pressing on his sensitive knot.

Soap keens, shaking as your finger slides in next to Gaz’s knot. Making the seal pop, and all of Gaz’s cum start to flow out. You pull your finger out, and watch as Gaz begins to pound into Soap again. Hard cock never softening after he came. Soap’s eyes roll back, his cock weakly twitching at the overwhelming sensation.

You lay down next to Soap, kissing his slack jaw and mouth. “Feels good, yeah? See what happens when you’re a good bitch who takes it?” He nods stupidly, blue eyes tearing up as loud moans fall from his lips. Body lax against the bed, pliant like the good cum dump he is.

He clumsily kisses you back, whining into your mouth. His salty tears adding to his taste. You trail your hand down, squeezing at his jiggling chest. Smiling as he yelps into your mouth. Eventually you pull away, wanting to see how Gaz is doing. Your own rut beginning to bother you, but you refrain from pushing Gaz off of Soap and giving in to your instincts.

“How you doing, Kyle? Close again?” And he nods, leaning down to lay on top of Soap as he thrusts. Biting his lip when Soap clenches and moans at the new angle. “Yeah, m’about to breed his cunt. Can’t fucking wait to see him round with my pups.” He growls out, Soap’s hole clenching again as he whimpers at Gaz’s words. Gaz leans down, beginning to bite at Soap’s chest. “Gonna make his fat fucking tits full of milk.”

Soap whines at the biting and words, shaking his head to deny it. “M’not an omega. I can’t- I can’t FUCK!” He yelps, Gaz delivering a particularly hard thrust and bite. You reach in between them, stroking Soap once more.

“Of course you’re an omega, look how well you took Kyle’s knot already. You sound like one, are being bred like one.” You smirk, watching as both Gaz and Soap shudder at your words. Soap’s teary eyes looking up to meet yours.

“We’ll take good care of you, make sure you’re always happy and sated. Make sure our knots always plug you up during your heats. You’re our omega, aren’t you Johnny?” He nods, exposing his neck and closing his eyes. Gaz growls, moving his mouth to the side with his bite mark. Seeing Soap so pliant, accepting his place as Gaz and yours bitch, makes you shudder. Your own neck matches, a bite on each side belonging to them. As does Gaz’s one of your bites and Soap’s bites, scarred into his neck.

You see Gaz bite down, claiming Soap as he pushes his knot in deeply once again. Cumming into Soap with a growl, as your fingers lightly trace your bite on Soap’s neck. Soap cumming with a cry at the warm sensation, and being claimed overwhelming him.

You reach down, slicking up your finger again to pop the seal around Gaz’s knot. “My turn, move.” You’re done waiting, the sight and smell of sex affecting your rut. Making it hard to think. Gaz moves, his own head clear after getting to knot Soap twice in a row.

Your cock is thicker and longer than Gaz’s, stretching Soap wide. Sliding into him is made easy by the cum already sticking to his walls. You look at Soap’s face when you slide in, something in you snapping at the way his eyes roll back and a plead falls from his lips.

“Alpha, please.”

And who are you to deny your alpha? Who are you to deny your willing fleshlight? So you take him, grabbing his thighs and fucking into him wildly. Turning into a growling fucking animal, eyes dark and dilated. Deep growls and snarls escape your lips, making Soap expose his neck and whine.

A soft noise grabs your attention, but your hips never stop as your eyes turn to Gaz. A groan escaping your lips as you see him fingering himself and squeezing his knot. His own body submitting under your gaze.

“Seems I got another omega to fuck after this one. How lucky am I, two bitches to serve my cock.” Twin moans fill the air, Gaz’s fingers speeding up. You feel Soap clench around you, drawing your eyes back to him.

“P-please! I-I need your knot! Alpha please!” He begs, wet eyes meeting yours. His words and the sight of him make your hips stutter, knot popping and locking you two together as you lean down and bite your side of his neck. He screams loudly, cock cumming untouched.

You pop your seal immediately, pulling out so you can untie him and rub the feelings back into his limbs. Once you’re sure he’s okay, you turn your still dark gaze to Gaz. His own eyes meeting yours as he bites his lip, four fingers deep inside his hole.

Your head still isn’t fully clear, and the sight makes your hard cock twitch. “Come here. Hands and knees.” You manage to bite out, making Gaz scramble to listen. He presents himself perfectly, on his hands and knees next to a panting Soap who watches with wide eyes.

Despite his prep, Gaz is still tight so you move slow. Trying so hard not to start pounding into him like you did with Soap right away. But your patience is rewarded when he finally adjusts, and starts to move himself on your cock.

Without much fanfare, you grab his hips and start to thrust. Watching with hungry eyes as he whines and lets his chest fall to the bed. Clenching around you when Soap starts to stroke his cock, his own spent cock twitching as it tries to get hard.

“That’s it, what a good omega. Not even fighting me like a brat.” You hum, watching Soap roll his eyes. But Gaz shudders, nodding into the sheets. “Yes alpha! I’m a good omega!” He agrees, moaning when you fuck into him harder at his words.

You grab his shoulder, pulling him up and wrapping an arm around his chest. Making him arch deliciously, and cry out as you pound into him. His eyes fluttering closed as his head falls back onto your shoulder. He clenches around you and begins to squirm and whine, making your eyes go down and see Soap is stroking Gaz while tonguing his balls.

Your own hips stutter at the sight, a pleased growl rumbling your chest. “Good boy, helping me take care of Kyle. Such sweet omegas I have.” A muffled moan vibrates Gaz’s balls, making him cry out and shake against your hold. He exposes his neck, your bite mark inviting you to claim him once more. His hole clenching around you and making your knot pop inside of him as he cums when you bite down.

Sorry this is so long, I kinda got carried away! 😭

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chaostaxpayer · 9 months ago

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Health & fitness influencer Soap posting his reclusive older goth punk boyfriend Ghost for the first time, the fans go absolutely ballistic. too bad this mystery man has zero social media, barely has a working phone tbh

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chaostaxpayer · 9 months ago

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*+:｡.｡ you want them to hear you so badly? To hear the pleasure I give you baby.

Disclaimer: 18+, fem aligned dni , top m!reader and bottom ghost, and tbh idk what else

Just imagine ghost being loud in bed (he deff is and idc what y’all say I’ll stand by that). Honestly something you never expected, since he was always so quiet , never really talking much and minding his own business. And when he was injured he wasn’t one to make a lot of noises. But those thought all vanished when one night both of you had sex.

The loud moans and groans that left his lips as you thrusted into him, punching the air out of his lungs. The way he squirmed beneath you, the way his body reacted to every touch and kiss of yours. It was like music to your ears, and damn did it all just fuel so much inside of you. The hunger the fire it left in you. “Fuck….so pretty all for me” you’d whisper between heavy breaths.

Let’s not even get started about his body would react to your touches and thrusts. The way he’d clench around your fat cock whenever you touched that sweet spot of his. His nails clawing at your back, eyes fluttering unable to keep em open. Body covered in a sheen layer of sweat, back arching off the mattress. Lips swollen and parted. Your teasing kisses and touches would send shivers down his spine and make him whine.

Him being so responsive in bed, made you think that he wanted to show you how much pleasure you’d give him, how he loved your touches how it all drove him crazy. He was one to make you realize how much his sounds drove you crazy and easily got you hard.

You’d often find yourself trying different positions, to see which one bullies your cock deeper inside of him, and which one made him moan more.

Umm enjoy idk😭 it’s not my best one but it’ll have to do😔

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chaostaxpayer · 9 months ago

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thinking about price owning a couple of toys, ones that make him shake and squirt, ones that he uses to stretch himself open and gape his pretty hole. it's all fine and dandy until you stumble upon them - and though you have an established relationship with price, he's never told you about them - and so you decide to do something about them.

when you catch price all alone, you act as you usually do: tugging him close by his waist, letting your hand splay over his tummy and prodding at the pretty stretchmarks, leaning down to kiss his jawline as he gruffs about something, probably busy with finishing up a report or something. he smells of tobacco and his cologne and his rich musk - he smells familiar.

you kiss his neck and murmur, "you didn't tell me ya had your own toys, john," in a low murmur that could pass off as a subtle growl. you smile when you feel him stiffen and tighten your hold on him.

and after some back and forth, with price getting increasingly flustered, you tell him: "how about we go back and you show off your pretty toys for me... or, i'll throw them away." and though embarrassed, price is more than willing to show them off and put on a little private show for you.

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chaostaxpayer · 9 months ago

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Men with fat hairy pussies so fat you can cup it in the palm of your hand so fat it might as well pass of as a bulge , so fat you have to work to pry the lips apart to get to the clit, so fat it feels like it’s swallowing your finger when you slip one inside it, so fat it’s fully outlined when wearing boxers, fat pussies you can slap, fat pussies you can play with

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Thinking about soft sex with Price where he’s got you on to the bed, your wrists pinned behind your head and his thighs bracketing your waist. Usually this means you’re in for a rather long night but this time he’s looking down at you with so much love in his eyes and with a soft smile while murmuring the words “let me take care of you tonight yeah?”

Usually you’re the one to take him apart with your fingers or with your mouth but tonight isn’t like any other night. Tonight you arrived at the door, shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of the world on them while looking for some sort of comfort.

And of course he’s here to offer that, has a wedding band on his hand to remind him of that but even with a bare hand he’d tear himself into pieces just to patch you up.

And it’s with a kiss to your lips that he offers you the first piece and he kisses you oh so softly, and oh so slowly, following the pulse of his heart.

His lips taste of the sweet mint tea he usually drinks before he goes to sleep, the one you’d initiated into his routine- just another way to show just how tightly intertwined the two of you are. With ever kiss you can feel his coarse mustache hair tickling your cheek and chin and you eagerly welcome the prickling feeling. His body feels warm and solid as he keeps you pinned to the bed. If this had been anyone else you’d be trying to escape- mind and reflexes rewired from your army days but this wasn’t just anyone this was your husband and therefor you feel at home, you feel grounded to the world.

He releases his grip on your wrists, one hand intertwines with yours, while the other hand drags along the side of your ribs, tracing every scar every mark, etching every curve and slope into the back of his mind, so that if he ever gets lost he can find his way back around.

It’s times like these that remind you just how experienced your husband is. Price has lived so many lives before he’s met you- the crow feet around his eyes and gray strands are proof of that, he’s had so many lovers before while you’ve only ever had one. He’s got so much experience so much knowledge and for whatever reason he’s decided to bestow it upon you, with his fingers with his mouth, and what a lucky man you are because of that.

You don’t even know when he’s stripped the clothes off of your body but all of a sudden he’s got your cock in the palm of his hand, easily setting a slow pace, and using the bit of pre collecting at the tip along with spit to aid his movements, all while closely watching you under him.

It’s almost like he thinks you’ll fall apart under his touch and for a second you want to make a joke- how you won’t break if he goes any rougher but you don’t want to do that because in this moment you feel like you could crumble under him but along with that you feel safe you feel at ease, like he’d glue all your pieces back together while holding you close to him.

It’s embarrassing how fast you cum under his touch, but he doesn’t seem to mind , matter of fact he seems endeared as ever, eyes shining brightly and smiling down at you sweetly.

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I don’t think I’ll ever understand this unprompted aggression shown towards male insert writers

Male insert fics or fem insert fics are fics- fan fiction. Majority of fanfiction you read on ao3 twitter tumblr are written by queer people. Just because majority of self insert fics are targeted towards a female audience does not mean that a male audience doesn’t exist and it doesn’t mean that self insert fics should solely be targeted for straight people. That is a very privileged take to make.

I think I can count on two hands the male insert writers that are actively posting right now compared to the countless of fem insert writers that exist and majority of my mutuals have received a nasty comment or two about us as male insert writers or about our male insert fics

And even though a lot of us delete the hateful asks or make a joke out of the hate it’s genuinely concerning the blatant homophobia that we face. Sure it’s just fics but homophobia very much exists in the real world and today I basically got called a predator for writing fanfiction.

That is not okay.

You can be annoyed if you feel that a tag is being spammed by male insert fics (even though I doubt that even is a thing since it’s like 10 of us writing)

You can have your own opinion about male insert blogs who don’t want fem aligned people to interact with their fics.

But something that is absolutely disgusting is going into peoples inboxes and cowardly doing so through anon to call them predators gross etc

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chaostaxpayer · 9 months ago

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FUCK ME LIKE THE MEN BETWEEN THOSE PAGES

Bottom John Price x Top Male Reader

Just Price brain rot🤤 I've always wanted to a model for MLM porn sites ngl so I'm living through this fic🙏 As usual not proofread :)

FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI

Prices would be one of those faceless models for those erotic gay romance novels. All his work would be faceless. Just something he did to make money on the side.

It was a secret that was long forgotten. Memories replaced by his military service. His body more scarred than his younger self's. His own books but they were just collecting dust in a box.

When you got together, you had found one of the books Price had forgotten that was on a shelf. Your eyes grew wide as you noiced it was Price's shirtless body on the front cover. A small mole on his left hip was telltale that it was him.

Flipping the book over and reading the synopsis reveals the dirty content of it. All the colour washes from Price's face as he sees what you have in your hand.

Price was about to open his mouth to quickly deny it but saw your giddy excitement. Though Price felt a bit shameful, he told you that there was more. A lot more.

With much hesitation from him and a whole lot more convincing from you, Price lent you the books. His amazing body on every single one of them. A new scar here and there as the

He had been surprised that you never poked fun at him and that you were genuinely interested in his past works.

You'd admit that the sex scenes depicted were the main thing that got you interested. You'd imagine Price vividly as the characters he model on the front covers. It didn't take long for you to read through the lot of them.

When Price would be on deployment, he'd get a text from you.

Cum on the front cover or on the pages. Or others with your erect cock slotted like a bookmark between the pages with the dirtiest scenes, precum dripping onto the sheets.

You'd send worded texts underneath the photo like "Try these with me?" or "What if were we the ones to do this?"

Price hated himself for showing you the books right before the mission, making the wait painfully long.

Sexualy frustrated and slightly pissed he had to wait for his deployment to end, Price would have a lonely wank in his barracks. His fingers didn't feel right. His fantasies never felt like details in the books. Nothing felt like you.

Once he got back, Price had to fight back a boner as the anticipation took over him. He went through countless cigars trying to get his mind on something else. The 141 Boys knew something was up. Soap had to control the intrusive thoughts to ask if you were waiting naked when Price returned home.

Which he wasn't wrong. The moment Price came through that door he was already painfully hard. Before he could even open his mouth to greet you, you were on him like a fly to honey, attacking his neck with bruising kisses. Whispering the dirty dialog from one of the books made Price weak in the knees.

Thus was the beginning of your roleplay sex.

Your playtime is always different. Numerous scenarios with one thing in common: Mind blowing sex.

Price would play a royal guard, and you, the prince. A prince in a loveless engagement to a princess. A guard pleading loyalty as he rides the prince on the royal throne.

A grade slipping college student fucking his teacher in an empty classroom for extra credit. Blowjows underneath desks replaces the outdated method of study and paying attention to lectures.

A hunter who falls in love with a werewolf he's supposed to kill. The wolf is just a dumb puppy who needs to be told what to do. With a collar around his neck, ready to be tugged at and the willingness to please his master, puppy soon becomes skilled at lapping at master's hole.

A rowdy rockstar and his stressed out manager. The musician needing to burn off the adrenaline after the show and the poor management needing the stress fucked out of him. The real show was played backstage. The manager put on quite the proformance, his deep moans sounded much better than your singing.

A sex therapist that prefers to take on a more hands-on approach. That skilled tongue was used more than just giving advice.

Or lastly, a priest beguiled by a gorgeous sinner. Guilt was all he felt but it felt like true heaven. God would forgive any sin if he showed true repentance, right? Wouldn't Jesus have died for nothing if we didn't sin?

Sure, some where terrible written and some were written by women with a fetish for gay men. Seeing you act out the scenes without missing a beat or breaking out into laughter while you quoted the dirtiest and most ridiculous things.

You'd remember every dirty word uttered. Every scenario memorized. Price was starting to understand what those white women on TikTok saw in those fucking books. It was just too bad they couldn't live it out like he could.

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