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Leo || 20s || Any pronouns

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rating: explicit au: omegaverse genre: smut wc: 2,103 words relationship: f.alse/p.earl/c.leo/g.em language: english content: Foursome - F/F/F/F, Omega Verse, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Cunnilingus, Dildos, Dry Humping, Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Orgasm Edging, Breeding Kink, Verbal Humiliation Dirty Talk, Hair-pulling, Bitching, Blow Jobs, Come Sharing, Multiple Orgasms

rating: explicit au: omegaverse genre: smut wc: 1,441 words relationship: e.tho/g.rian/c.leo language: english content: Begging, Crying, Masturbation, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Multiple Orgasms, Omegaverse, Knotting, Double Penetration, Frottage

G.rian could feel C.ub like an all encompassing presence in his mind and all over his body. Whatever he is doing, it is sending chills down G.rian’s spine.

I bet I could make you come untouched.

“C.ub-” G.rian pants.

Pictures of him getting bent on C.ub’s desk at the Permit Office flash by and he feels the way his pants get tighter. Sure, C.ub isn’t physically touching him, but whatever else he’s doing, it is working like a charm.

You like that? 

Nevermind that I forgot to post this yesterday please

“G.rian, stop, we really need to talk,” S.car says as G.rian’s hands go down his stomach until they hook at the waistband and pull him closer. 

He should be trying harder to push G.rian away, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want this after everything that has happened to them since Third Life. They should talk first, though.

I got this super random idea on the like 29th and thought, you know what, why not? Surely I can write 24 drabbles in 24 days?

Also I'm accepting requests, only for hermitcraft, traffic series and parkciv tho

Day 1: J.oel/J.immy/L.izzie

“Don’t tell Joel, seriously, J.immy?” J.oel grunts as he thrusts until he is hilted all the way into J.immy.

J.immy, of course, doesn’t reply. He is too busy with his face buried under his wife’s skirt. L.izzie is doing what she can to hold the fabric up with one hand so J.immy doesn’t suffocate, but her other hand is too busy pulling on J.immy’s hair as her hips grind her pussy down the best she can in her position.