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waves-against-a-cliff · 3 months

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Sharing is Caring

Guys. Listen to me. Soap and Gaz sharing you.

Part two

Content Warnings - fmm, Anal, threesome, double penetration, multiple orgasms, tit slapping, rimming, oral (both m and f receiving), throat fucking, multiple positions.

Soap and Gaz sharing you. At first it started out with just a friends with benefits situation with Gaz. A way for him to unwind after returning from deployment. He's fucked you ten ways to Sunday. Couch, counter, your bed, his bed, the shower, the fucking floor. If it's a flat surface, you've probably been fucked there.

And it's not like he's just taking. He gives, hell you're half convinced he gets off more to eating your ass then he does to any other kind of foreplay. You'd be fully convinced if he didn't loose some of his precious control and ends up lightly throat fucking you each time you give him a blow job.

He's had you screaming his name often and loud, he has scratches down his back and arms from making you tumble off the edge into another orgasm as his hips slam into yours. He's sweaty and panting, you're on the verge of passing out from sheer bliss yet you both know the night is far from over. He'll take you in missionary first, cowgirl next so he can grope at your breasts while you bounce on his cock. Then he'll have your face shoved into a pillow with your ass up high as he pounds your ass. You'll both go to the shower and it would take a miracle to keep him from getting on his knees to "clean you up proper dove".

Now how did Soap get involved? Well Soap was complaining about having trouble finding a new fwb after his last broke things off for a stable relationship. And who would Gaz be if he didn't offer his pretty little toy up? You've discussed a threesome with Gaz before, told him it was on the table. To just let you know when it would happen. So he texted you that a mate of his had some steam to blow off.

God, did Soap have some steam to blow off. Your hips had bruises the shapes of his fingers, your voice was hoarse from when he fucked your face. Groaning and throwing his head back as his hips bucked while you gagged and spit dripped down your chin. Gaz watched from his spot, lazily fisting his cock while he watched Soap utterly destroy your pussy and throat.

"God what a fuckin' whore." Soap growled as tears ran down your face and you looked up at him. "Takin' my cock down yer throat like it's yer job."

Gaz pulled you into his lap, spreading your legs open with his own to keep them open. "Clean her up mate. Not nice to leave her like this." Tears rolled down your cheeks as Soap ate you out like a starved beast. Constantly teasing and sucking on your clit between shoving his tongue into your soaked and ruined cunt. Gaz kept him there by gripping his mohawk, telling him to get it nice and ready for him. You nearly sobbed when you heard that.

He had you face down and ass up when Soap finally cleaned you up to his liking, your cheek rested on Soaps inner thigh as Gaz plowed your pussy first. Your nails dug into Soaps thighs as you moaned and screamed. Orgasm after orgasm pulled from you until you could not form a word, slurring their names. "Kyle- mph- Kyle Kyle Kyle- fuck."

You thought you were hallucinating when Gaz bent over you and pulled Soap into a sloppy kiss. When you finally tapped out after Gaz filled your pussy once and ass twice, you watched with blurry eyes as Soap whined and moaned while Gaz rimmed him. The ache between your legs growing little by little as you watched Soap and Gaz absolutely ruin each other. "Kyle! Oh fuck!" Soap whined as he fisted the sheets.

To be honest, you weren't sure how you ended up sandwiched between the two sweaty men as Soap fucked your ass in rhythm with Gaz who took your pussy. There was hardly a shortage of degrading or praise from either of them.

"Good whore." Soap growled as Gaz whispered "Pretty dove, taking us so well."

Soap developed a fascination with your tits and watching them bounce and redden with each slap to them.

By the end of the night, you had Soaps number in your phone and you were tucked into bed, thoroughly worn out. Soap and Gaz barely made it back to their flat before passing out themselves.

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tobascoart · 1 month

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gym buddies

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loveindefinitely · 4 months

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obsessed gaz 'nd soap with a needy reader !! nsfw

"oh, fuck," you whine, eyes squeezed shut, breaths coming out in short pants.

your core tightens as kyle swipes his tongue against your clit, one of his fingers circling your entrance with heated, torturous movements. your hand fists in the base of his hair, pulling him in closer to your needy cunt.

"aw, lass, tha's a good girl," johnny coos, brushing your slightly sweaty hair behind your ears with a press of a kiss to the side of your head. your head rests against his shoulder, kyle's head between your legs with his arms wrapped around your spread thighs like a lifeline. he eats you out like a man starved, the sounds obscene in the near-silence of the room.

sensual music plays in the background, the beat of it thrumming in your chest along with the heat spiralling through your sensitive body.

kyle pulls away just far enough to pant against your swollen pussy, his exhales sending shivers down your spine against your slicked thighs. he looks up at you from his position, honey eyes fully blown out with black. he looks like sin; his light spattering of facial hair dripping with your essence, his hands tightening their hold around your thighs.

"you taste like heaven, love," he murmurs, pressing a few short, adoring kisses around your inner thighs, before placing one more on your clit. when you whimper, johnny's frame shifts with a soft chuckle.

"looks like it too, aye?" johnny whispers, and you watch as kyle shifts his kyle from you to his other partner. johnny's bulky, muscle-corded arm tightens its hold around your waist, the two communicating silently over your shoulder. "look at ye both. so fucked out."

"shut it," kyle warns, but the timbre in his tone only adds to the need in your stomach.

"please," you gasp out, eyes fluttering shut as kyle lazily swipes two of his fingers over your cunt, like it's a second thought. "please. i want it."

"what do ye want, hen?" johnny taunts, the words said against your ear, his lips dragging from the cartilage to the nape of your neck with slow, moist tracks. you can't supress the small shiver that alights down your spine.

your brows furrow, and you tilt your head back to look up at johnny with a pout. "you know what i want..." you try to reason, but when kyle leans in once more to lick over your cunt, his eyes completely focused on yours when you look back down at him, you let out a pathetic huff.

"let us hear it," kyle insists, his lips brushing against your clit as he says them, and oh, "love. need to hear you say how much you want us. you have no idea how much we need you -- fuck, love, please."

you're helpless to do anything but agree to such a genuine request.

"please fuck me," you acquiesce, one handing finding kyle's hair once more, and the other moving behind you to curl around the back of johnny's neck for leverage. "need you to show me. c'mon, c'mon."

"good girl, lass," johnny hisses out, and you can feel the shape of his dick against your lower back -- short, barely-there thrusts against the dip of it. "our princess, aye? perfect for us, look at 'im, that's it, use his pretty face, atta girl," he continues, his accent thickening as his lust deepens, his rutting against your back becoming harsher with each word.

kyle thrusts both fingers into you with little preamble, forcing a moan out of you, his own sending vibrations against your clit as he continue to tease it with his mouth.

candles burn on the bedside table, the only light omitted in your shared bedroom. the smell of vanilla and rose only adds to your arousal, the sensuality of it all making it feel more like making love than anything.

"lemme fuck yer hand, hen," johnny demands, voice coming out tight and borderline desperate, his calloused hand wrapping around your wrist and pressing your hand against his boxer-covered length. it throbs against your palm, a spot on the fabric damp from his pre-cum. "yer both so hot, need you both so bad, god, love you so fuckin' much, i'll kill for ye, i fuckin' swear --"

kyle doesn't stop fingering you, but he does move away from your clit to look up at johnny, his eyes heavy lidded and curls a mess from your demanding hand. "johnny," he manages to say, sounding unbelievably pussy-drunk, "use 'er mouth."

without a word, they both move you around, head in johnny's lap and ass in the air, kyle's hands soothingly stroking over your cheeks.

looking up with glassy, innocent eyes, johnny's smirk is all tooth when he teases;

"ye ready, stunnin'?"

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soapppp · 8 months

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Soap is alright with Gaz making fun of him for his puppy like behaviour. He’s okay with Price calling him a mutt when he gets dirty paw prints all over the base hallways. He’s more than happy to obey when Ghsot whistles at him to sit or lay or move. Soap knows that werewolves are, at heart, dogs. They play, they chew up couches, they whine and argue with yippy barks, they make a mess with their thick fur and drool in their sleep. Try as he might to hate it, Soap knows that it’s natural for him to want to chase the large blue ball Gaz rolls down the hall way. He doesn’t care that he once broke his tail from wagging it so hard when he stole Price’s hat and made the older man chase him around the base.

But then….

It was a simple mission, something they had all done a hundred times over. Only this time, Soap was without his captain and his fellow Sargent and his collar felt too lose without Ghost pulling it around. Soap was fine with that, until he found himself working with a Lieutenant Manes. The man was alright, a good leader and quick thinker, but even upon meeting him Soap had a bad feeling.

The man didn’t tug at his collar like Ghost did, instead he pulled at Soap’s chin hair and growled at him to “stay the fuck down you overgrown dog”. He let out loud whistles and expected Soap to know what they meant, pushing him down by his snout when he hesitated as he tried to get a grasp on what he was asking. Manes threw a Grenade at some point and pinched Soaps ear, “that’s a grenade, mutt. Not a fucking toy, don’t chance it.” Soap had wanted to snap back that he was a demolition expert and knew the dangers of a grenade better than Manes, but as he realised the man was mocking him for a dogs love of playing fetch…

Soap came home from the mission and instantly Price was taking him out back and letting him shift into his smaller form, cupping his maw and patting his ears. Apparently another member of the 141, a goddamn rookie, had sent word to Price on the way back from the mission of how Manes had been treating their star wolf. Price let him sleep in his office that night, curled up at his feet while Gaz brushed his fur.

He didn’t ask where Ghost was, already knowing the answer.

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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R/n, to Soap and Gaz: Ghost is the kind of person I hate, except I’m in love with him.

Soap: He says the same thing about ya, y’know?

R/n: *snorts* Don’t even joke about that...

_2 hours at the bar_

Ghost, a little tipsy: R/n is the kind of person I hate, except I’m in love with her...

(Soap and Gaz side-eye each other.)

Gaz: Funny you should say that....

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v1x3n · 1 month

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pretty boy

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"shite!" Johnny almost squeals as him and Kyle tumble on top of each other, successfully not injuring themselves whilst they hit the bed. Kyles head bounces off the cold pillow behind him, "fuck!" Kyles drunken chuckles fill the room as Johnny looks down at him worried. "yer head alright?" Kyle nods, Johnny smirks at him as he suddenly realises the position they're in. Johnny's hand almost slips, his face bumped right into Kyles bare chest which makes Johnny's face beam up with a pink tint. Johnny pulls himself up, places his rough hands by each side of Kyle and chuckles. the smell of beers flavour the room, the drunken laughs and the two shirtless guys could be the start to a gay porno.

yet this wasn't just all film , it was real. "my head tingles" Kyle looks up at Johnny, just to notice Johnny's smug smirk. "what's with the face, tav?" to that Johnny spreads Kyles legs apart with his own body, Kyles legs both wrapped around Johnny's waist, "want something?" Kyle bites onto his lip and gazes up at McTavish. the sorta feeling of love overwhelms them both.

"dunno, you're jus' pretty" Johnny's head tilts to the side, almost to get a better look at Kyle. Kyle giggles at that and wraps his arm around Johnny, pulling him closer. "'m sleepy" Kyle mumbles, his banging headache and his fluttering eyelids could just wanna make him fall fast asleep, but he doesn't want too.

when you have a big bulky man on top of you, who would miss the chance to shag him just to sleep?

"ya might need to keep me awake, jus' in case ?"

"I have n idea on how.." Johnny pulls his face closer to Kyle, the two boys breath mixing together. "oh really?" Kyle smirks and grabs each of Johnny's cheeks, his blush covered cheeks - which only grow more rosy when they make physical contact.

Kyle slightly gasps when Johnny's lips are brought to Kyles, the small peck is sloppy and wet. the kiss breaks as Johnny mutters under his breath, "fucken hell, pretty boy"

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witchthewriter · 14 days

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Y/N: *Screams* Soap: *Screams louder to establish dominance* Gaz: *With his hands on his ears* Bloody hell ... Should we do something? Ghost: *Standing against the wall, with a cup of tea in his hand* Nah, I want to see who wins.

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dutiful-wildcraft · 3 months

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Pack 141 - Fae!Soap Headcanons

Tags: monster au, Fae!Soap, poly 141, sfw, fluff, general lore, Soap's mom? for a minute at least, fae lore I roughly researched.

-Soap's mother was a stubborn and superstitious woman. When her baby boy was born with a caul over his face, her heart seized with dread. She had been told stories, how it was lucky to have a child able to see beyond the veil. How the caul signified a great power, coveted by the people of the forest. Her only babe, marked as Fae.

-They would come for her child, steal him in the night and replace him with another. And it would be a cold day in hell before Jill Mactavish let anything touch her son.

-She slept with the bundle clutched tightly in her arms, refusing to sleep until she left the hospital. Left him wrapped snugly to her front as she hammered iron railroad spikes into the corners of her property; hung horseshoes above her doors, sprinkled fine lines of salt around every doorway and window of her home.

-She thought it had worked. At least for a while. But the Fae are persistent if nothing else. Jill began to notice strange flowers pop up around the foundation of her home, odd tapping rhythms heard in the night. Would she know? Would she know if the lamb in her arms was replaced with another?

-She was so exhausted, worn thin from paranoia. Yet Jill Mactavish was no quitter. Under the light of a pale full moon she marched to the edge of her property. Her blue eyed bundle cooing and gumming happily at his fingers as he wriggled against her chest. With a final look to the boy she faced the forest with a stern resolve, “You won't take him! But I'll share him! Leave us be or help me raise him right!”

-The winds rustled, branches creaking ominously. Leaves gathered and spun into a tornado of color in the chill autumn air. Jill would freeze in place as the leaves fell away, revealing an ethereally beautiful creature before her. All high cheekbones and sharp eyes surrounded by inky black sclera.

-Ordinarily the Fae would swap out changelings, snag the babe once it was the right size and replace it with one of their own. Considering the wee one was already Touched….perhaps a swap would be unnecessary. Human mother's were coveted. The milk of human kindness and all that, and the babe was truly beautiful, destined to be strong. The fae had looked Jill up and down with a calculating look. Yes. A deal could be struck. They would raise the baby together.

-And thus Soap spent his time in equal parts amongst the Fae and humans, learning to socialize with both, though he didn't completely fitting in with either. Soap was hell on wheels. Rambunctious and equally curious, constantly nosing or getting into things he ought not have. Not that he was ostracized by either group he was just..*odd.* Unable to find his footing or close friends.

-You could say that Soap has many siblings, though this term is used liberally. By human technicalities Soap is an only child (his mum's baby boy). His mother, through the nature of her bargain, was brought into the fold with young John. Helping to raise and nurse her own gaggle of fae children of differing bloods. Other children Soap would call family.

-Fae don't have strict family dynamics, it's certainly a community effort to rear little ones. Fae children can be produced in a myriad of ways, with no one way being seen above another, p in v? that works. Born from a flower? Sure why not. Throw some herbs and intent together until a wailing babe sounds from the cauldron? That works too.

-Soap naturally inquired about this, as any kid would. “Ma? Did I come from a flower?” “You came from my belly wee one” Soap had squinted at her, eyeing her belly incredulously, "but how?”

-It took several conversations to get the toddler to understand that the other children in his human primary school were not in fact his brothers and sisters.

-As humans are fascinated with the Fae, the Fae are equally as fascinated by humans. As John grew into a young man he would see the differences. The Fae courts had long fallen into a peaceful rhythm. The humans? Hardly. With a powerful knack for chaos, among other abilities. Soap threw himself into the army. Keen to help as many as he could, and perhaps even find his own way.

-Soap is a marked child. He is more resilient on average than most Fae, and shows no obvious limitations in what disciplines he can learn. However, as marked he does have particular dispositions toward the following.

-Tongues, the ability to speak any language at will. Sometimes without thinking about it. For Soap this isn't automatic, but after a few days of listening or studying he's fluent. (Albeit with the accent). This gives Soap a peculiar edge when working with varying communities, elements, and other critters/creatures.

-Glamour, a sophisticated illusion, these may allow for invisibility or changes to appearance for a brief time (upwards to an hour but possibly longer depending on the severity of the change). Living amongst the Fae made permanent changes to his body. The sclera of his eyes had shifted inky black. His teeth and nails razor sharp. There is an ethereal beauty to all Fae as well. Naturally Soap uses this ability to cover some of the obvious issues.

-Soap knows he's distracting. He's a proud thing, and rarely bothers shifting that. He's damn good at what he does and looks damn good doing it. Hshows off his muscles/skills/looks without shame.

-Shapeshifting, self explanatory, but only works proportionally give or take a few inches. He may take on the appearance of another person or creature, briefly. But once again, only appearance. Mimicking voices is another skill.

-Sight or Clairvoyance, this ability's range depends on the court or bloodline. In Soap's case, his visions will occasionally come to him in dreams, these being more sophisticated visions or events far in the future. These visions are generally more detailed. He is typically privy to smaller prophecies, glimpses of events happening minutes before him. These are typically vague, but have consistently been enough to save his and his teammates asses numerous times in the field. The Infamous Mactavish Intuition ;)

-Soap is one hell of an alchemist, and can make due with most natural items at his disposal. Poisons, potions, explosives, you name it, Soap can make it. He excelled remarkably in the maths and sciences in school, and it’s why he was also quickly assigned to demolitions so long ago.

-Soap has a very noticeable smell. One that isn't exclusively detected by other supernatural beings. Any human standing beside him would notice it. Lemon and shortbread, with a warm curl of rose. Clean, green and vaguely sweet. People wonder if his callsign was from this fact rather than his prowess on the field.

-Nudity has no taboo with the Fae. Raised as such, the man has literally no shame. Soap Mactavish has been naked since he was a child in the woods, and will continue to proudly do so. Does not understand why everyone else is so uptight about it. Will bust in on someone in the shower without a second thought. “Stop screamin’ it’s just me”

-Fae are very partial to music, and Soap is no exception. He is so easily captivated by the sound, swaying slightly, almost as if hypnotized. Soap isn’t as in tune with artists and genres as Gaz is, but he keeps a hoard of songs on his phone. Gaz is his main contributor, keeps him well fed with playlists he makes. Playing new records for Soap as they bop around the kitchen together, playfully dancing or headbanging together. Soap was once pretty proficient with piano and guitar at his mam’s encouragement. His singing however, nearly got him killed in basic.

-Many animals are the watchdogs of the Fae. Soap has been seen having conversations with himself, unknowing to onlookers that a little frog or squirrel was sitting beside him. Someone swears they saw a mouse crawl out of his tac vest once. He whistles with the birds, scoops up bugs and plops them back into the weeds. He unfortunately doesn’t know the language of the shower spider. He doesn't bother to learn, he thinks he prefers the silence in this instance.

-Soap can be attracted with a myriad of things just like any other fae. Music as mentioned above is one. He is also partial to pretty chimes and bells, running water, shiny and/or colorful displays, as well as anything sweet, candies or sweet creams/milks/liquors.

- Too much contact with iron on his bare skin will poison him. Fortunately most weaponry constructed now is made of more synthetic material. It can be noticed that Soap is very particular about his gloves, and is rarely seen without them on. Iron on properties or above doors won’t exactly stop him, but it is incredibly uncomfortable and will lead to sickness if he is trapped within such a ward for too long.

-Fae, like crows, are enamored with jewels and other shiny objects, less of a weakness really and more of a distraction. Soap, prior to his enlistment had several piercings, such as his ears, and brow…among other things. He was very fond of the adornments, and easily captivated by the shiny displays on others. (This also extends to his intense love of blowing shit up and watching the sparks fly, big ole hearts in his eyes as the colors dance) In the event the team goes out for something special Soap will throw on a few pieces for fun~

-Soap can not lie, at least not directly, however Soap is a very sharp lad, and has learned to cleverly navigate around this by either not telling the whole truth, letting others assume, or simply not correcting misconceptions. He is a Fae afterall, being clever is his specialty.

-Customs of love and marriage vary among the Fae. Many Fae interpret strong love as variations of servitude, especially towards human mates. Soap has gotten himself tangled between both of these versions of love. For Soap love is servitude. Not something to be expected of his lovers, but from him. Soap gives himself to his lovers willingly, He wants to be good, give them anything they want and let them take what they need. Love is worship, and Soap is a very devoted man.

-Soap and Gaz had bro’d up as soon as they spotted each other. Having seen through each other's glamours, they became fast friends. Two oddballs fighting side by side. Which would turn into playful banter, and kips on the helo leaning against one another. Then to wandering hands and desperate kisses, having found comfort and fondness in each other after years of hiding themselves among humans. Soap and Gaz are the most cuddly. Johnny likes to lay sprawled in his Sphinx’s nest, his arms curled around his middle, face buried against Gaz's stomach. Both of them absolutely hate to sleep alone.

- Soap had a knack for getting into trouble. Disregarding orders to do what needed to be done. Had nearly been kicked out had his skills not saved his skin (and countless others). It was Price who sniffed him out, offered to take the man on loan for a bit. Soap's former CO was happy to be rid of him and hopeful that the notoriously stern Captain would knock some sense into him. Price, however had no such plans, he cut Soap loose, full authority, and watched the man bloom. Price did not anger at Soap’s decisions, didn’t flinch at his savagery in the field. In fact, Price had looked upon him with fondness (and a fair amount of exasperation). He kept Soap warm with lovely praises and a regular morning coffee, plus a heavy splash of sweet cream, for good measure.

-Simon had been more difficult, adamant on giving the Fae a hard time. Having seemingly been put off by Soap ever since he bounded off the truck and fist-bumped his arm on the tarmac. But Soap was determined, chatting and teasing, unphased by the lieutenants' icey behavior. They fell together in no time. Soap nestled to his chest, lips brushing over Simon's slow beating heart. Soap would never admit it. Never admit that he knew it would be like this all along. That Soap had seen him in his dreams.

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foap-enjoyer · 6 months

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If Soap swapped with Price during the mission Gaz fell out of the heli

Nik: The Sergeant, he's gone! Gaz: I'm not dead, Nik, I'm hanging from a bloody rope! Soap, speeding past on a motorbike: LET ME GET A PHOTO OF THIS REAL QUICK, HOLD STILL NOW, GAZ Gaz: FUCK OFF, JOHN! Soap: SMILE FOR THE CAMERAAAA

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tb-png · 6 months

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bloody pretty boys - 🤤🧢

ghostsoap definitely enjoy their men bloody and can’t say i blame them

ALSO HELLO WHY IS HE EVEN PRETTIER THAN BEFORE??? UNFAIR

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waves-against-a-cliff · 3 months

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Sharing is Caring PT2

Soap and Gaz sharing you ;) PT 2

You don't need to read part one but if you want more smut....

Content Warnings - DUB-CON!! Anal, threesome, fingering, oral, facial, creampie, anal fingering, aphrodisiac, fmm.

It's odd. Truly it is odd to you. Somehow, you managed to get two military men, men in the SAS and men who have seen blood and guts, obsessed with you. Somehow they also managed to convince you to put on a blindfold and get into Soaps vehicle. It rolls to a stop and you don't need your sight to be able to tell where you are. Not the road specifically but the place. A lavender field.

Soap keeps you busy in the backseat while Gaz pulls things from the trunk. "Ha- Soap- mmmm god." You moan as he finger fucks you from your brain. You dig your fingers into the car seat as he hums and you can only assume he's watching your slick drip down his wrist as his dexterous fingers bring slamming into a orgasm.

The car door swings open and Gaz chuckles at the sight before him. You hadn't even left the car and you looked utterly debauched. Soap pulls your blindfold down and your sight returns as you blink through the light change. When your vision finally focuses, you groan at the sight before you, squirming as you watch Gaz swirl his tongue around the fingers Soap had just used to wring an orgasm from you.

"Holy shit." You mutter and Gaz locks eyes with you as he removes Soaps fingers from his mouth.

"Come on dove." He coos and grabs your legs to pull you to the edge of the seat, bending down to get a single long lick from your cunt. You throw your head back with a moan. His hot tongue flicks your clit once and he pulls back as you desperately buck your hips for more.

"Look at 'er." Soap practically growls, "Already actin' like a slag." Gaz just hums in response as he pulls you from the car completely, helping you get your balance.

They lead you to a blanket in the middle of the field, the smell of lavender forcing you to relax even further. You settle on the blanket, Gaz and Soap at either side of you. Gaz slowly feeds you fruit, strawberries, grapes, slices of oranges and apples. Soap encouraged you to drink the lemonade he had made. Was it the lavender scent, being between these two men or the constant flow of food and drink that was putting you to sleep?

You don't even notice when Soap stops giving you refills of the lemonade and moves down. You relax into Gaz's warmth and gasp, fingers digging into Gazs shirt when you feel Soap part your lips and lick a strip from your hole to your clit and groan. You attempt to look down but Gaz captures your jaw and brings you into a head spinning kiss. His tongue bullies it's way into your mouth as Soap bullies his tongue into your cunt, thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit.

Your mewls and whines are swallowed down by Gaz until he breaks the kiss, a thin string of salvia connecting the two of you until it breaks. He groans at the sight and presses wet sloppy kisses down your neck, sucking bruises into your neck as you writhe in his grip as Soap sends you crashing into an orgasm. Your hips buck until they are pinned down by Soap as he groans into your pussy as you fill his mouth.

Gaz pulls down your dress's neckline and leans down and puts one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth. He sucks and tugs on it as Soap pushes two of his fingers to your pussy. Your grip tightens on Gazs shirt as your mind focuses and unfocuses.

"God." Soap groans, "Gaz this is yer best idea yet." He murmurs as he pumps his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt.

"Huh?" You weakly groan between moans.

Gaz shushes you but carries on the conversation with Soap, "Simon was the one to recommend it. Dunno how he knew about this aphrodisiac."

That word tries to register in your mind and for a moment it does. "Did... Did you...?"

Soap hums and his blue eyes are filled with greed and lust. Oh. They did. No wonder you felt so warm and pliant, willing to open your legs out in a field filled with lavender meant to keep you on the verge of sleep.

It's blurry, the rest of it. Few things do stick out. You were bouncing on Gazs cock, head thrown back against his shoulder as he squeezed your breasts and pinched your nipples until they were red and sensitive then he would slap them. Soap laid on his stomach and licked at your cunt, slurping up any juices that leaked from where Gaz had you stuffed.

His thumb pressed down on your clit and your entire body shook with the strength of the orgasm. It felt weird and your blurry eyes made out your pussy squirting. The liquid dripped down your legs where it sprayed and Soap licked it up like it was the water from the fountain of youth. Desperate and needy.

Whatever he didn't slurp up he gathered up with his fingers and brought them to your puckered hole. You squirmed as he pushed a finger in, pumping it in and out with the help of the slick that leaked out as Gaz pounded into you when you faltered.

You clawed at the blanket as Soap groaned, slapping your ass to watch it ripple and redden as he rutted into your ass. You looked up at Gaz and stuck your tongue out as he pumped his cock, pulling and twisting at it until it spurted hot ropes of come onto your face and waiting tongue.

You blinked and suddenly Soap was under you, his cock inside your pussy as Gaz groaned and pushed into your awaiting ass. "God yer still so tight." Soap groaned, throwing his head back. You always forgot how they filled you so well until your nearly bursting at the seams with their fat cocks.

"I-I can't." You whined as Gaz continued to feed his cock into your ass.

"Yes you can. You're doing so well dove. Just a little more." Gaz whispered, pressing kisses into your neck. You whined when they began to move, the burn of the stretch slowly turning into blinding pleasure. You pant as they rut into you.

You aren't sure when you passed out, but the warmth of the water wakes you up. You blindly grab as whoever is touching you and Gaz's voice answers. He coos and presses kisses to your forehead as he washes your sore body. "Gaz?"

"Hm?"

"Wheres Johnny?" You ask sleepily. Your limbs feel so heavy still

"Making you some dinner." He whispers. You hum and move closer to him.

"Can we do that again someday?" You ask and Gaz chuckles, telling you of course.

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Kinktober Day 26 - Overstimulation

Gaz x Soap - 1.6k (on ao3)

summary: Johnny and Kyle get a little carried away on a night out. (Johnny POV)

cw: poly 141, public sex (they don't get caught by anyone else but ghost and price watch them), making out, teasing degradation, some super light puppy play (in the way ghost talks to soap and gaz)

note: i didn't notice until i finished but this is... not really overstimulation. but it's what you're getting! sorry (not really)

Soap’s always loved to make out with Gaz. He matches Soap’s energy perfectly, completely willing to pull when Johnny pushes, to bite back when he gets a bit worked up. Johnny’s so used to always being the more enthusiastic partner, having someone to match his energy is almost relieving.

It’s also addictive. Half the time they hook up, they never get any further than some heavy petting, instead just laying with each other and making out for hours on end. Sometimes they get off - clumsy hands, humping against each other’s hips or thighs or stomachs - but sometimes the act is just the kissing. It’s enough, with Gaz.

But sometimes it feels almost like too much.

Sitting in an old leather booth in a dive bar, Soap’s legs tangled with Kyle’s while they make out, it feels like too much. The music is so loud that it’s difficult to hear someone at your own table speaking, there’s a thick cloud of smoke floating over that smells suspiciously like weed, and Johnny can feel Ghost staring at them. (It doesn’t bother him - Ghost is the perfect voyeur to Soap’s exhibitionist.)

The constant presence of everything else floats away as Johnny’s tongue tangles with Kyle’s. The other man tastes like the tequila shots they’d taken, the taste passing from one mouth to the other. Where Soap is all nipping kisses, trying to stick his tongue as far down Gaz’s throat as he can, Gaz is focused on the touch of it all, hands wandering over Johnny’s chest while he tangles their tongue together.

Johnny hitches a leg over Kyle’s lap, so that his knee is pressed up against his half-hard cock, and his own length is pressed to Gaz’s side. When he wraps his arms around Kyle’s waist, the other’s going around his neck, they’re both in the perfect position to grind against each other.

And oh it feels good to grind against the hard muscle of Kyle’s side, to lean his weight onto the other man and feel himself tugged closer. Gaz whimpers into his mouth when Soap’s knee shifts further forward, his hips beginning to rock into the pressure.

“Jesus,” Soap hears Ghost murmur, the sound of his glass being set down loud despite all the noise. He can’t help but smirk into his kiss, feels Kyle reciprocate.

He spares a moment to glance over his shoulder at Simon, Gaz’s lips immediately going to his neck. “Jealous, sir?”

Ghost snorts, shaking his head dismissively as he crosses his arms. “Jealous of what, those sloppy kisses? Jealous of two pups humpin’ each other? I could have each of you ridin’ my boots with just a look, there’s nothin’ to be jealous of.”

Soap smirks, goes to bite out something about Ghost’s tone betraying him when Gaz grabs him by the nape of his neck, tugging their mouths back together.

“Gonna - get - us - in - trouble,” he whispers between nipping kisses, sharp spikes of pleasure-pain left against Johnny’s bottom lip, then the soothing stroke of his tongue. “Not lettin’ you take me down with you, MacTavish.”

Johnny’s laugh is a little loud for such close proximity, and Kyle presses their lips together to muffle him.

They stay like that for several long moments - humping each other, smiling into the kiss. They end up more bumping teeth and biting at each other than kissing, both lips stinging at the roughening treatment.

It’s fun to play with his fellow sergeant like this, to take knowing that Gaz will give. Ghost and Price are so commanding, always so in control of what’s happening, and Soap loves submitting to that but he also loves the reprieve of a casual kiss with Kyle.

His hips work a bit faster at Gaz’s hip as the low simmering in his gut grows warmer and warmer. The desire to get off is becoming a substantial need, driving him closer and closer to the other man. He levers himself up a bit more, so he’s fully sitting over Kyle’s thigh, and moves his arms up so he can scratch at the man’s back.

Gaz grunts, hips bucking up into Johnny’s knee as he arcs his back further into the sting of nails down his back. His arms stay around Soap’s neck, tugging him further down so there’s hardly an inch of space between their bodies.

It’s good to get off like this. A slow growing pleasure controlled only by them, no waiting (or begging) for permission, an orgasm controlled just by them. The freedom is rare, and Soap savors it as much as he savors the taste of Gaz’s tongue.

He doesn’t notice when Price comes back to the table with a fresh round of drinks, only clueing in to the man’s presence when he speaks.

“They’re still going at it?”

A grunt from Simon. “Think they’re almost finished.”

Price sighs, and Kyle and Johnny share a smile with each other. There’s nothing quite like putting out the Captain, and the casual way he had spoken leaves both of them even hornier.

Soap is the first to come, like he almost always is when he’s allowed to control his own orgasms. One is rarely enough for him with his sex drive as high as it is, and he already knows he’s got a few more in him as he gets himself off against Kyle.

His climax is slow, a building thing coming from his gut and moving through him in long waves. It hardly even feels like an orgasm, more like strong waves of pleasure that nearly bowl him over. If his boxers didn’t get uncomfortably wet, he might have thought he was just exceptionally horny.

But he shudders through the peak, panting into Gaz’s mouth and leaving the other man to do most of the work as he humped erratically, hips moving on instinct alone.

He has enough sense to know better than to leave Kyle hanging, so he lets his arms drop to the man’s waist and sneaks his hands up the white shirt he’d worn. He tries to press his knee further into Gaz’s movements, stroking over his chest.

It’s the pinch to his nipple that finally gets him, Soap’s short nails digging in and giving him just enough pain to get off. Johnny pulls back enough to watch Gaz’s eyes go wide, watch him bite his lip to hold back a moan (even though someone has surely noticed what they’re doing). Soap is quick to lean in and return Gaz’s favor from before, loving their lips together to quiet his moans.

Johnny recovers before Gaz does. Slowly but surely he starts to shift against the man’s thigh, his cock pushing uncomfortably at his now soaked underwear. There’s an element of humiliation that comes with humping your friend with cum filled boxers, and that only makes Johnny more eager.

“Soap,” Gaz moans, letting his forehead fall forward to Johnny’s forehead and trying to move his own hips away from the pressure Johnny’s hadn’t pulled away. “Too much, too soon.”

“Nah,” Soap pants, settling into a faster rhythm now, working himself up much more quickly. “Nah, c’mon, feels good.”

Gaz shakes his head, grunting. “No, mate, it’s- fuck, ouch, how are you not too sensitive?”

Johnny’s orgasm comes far quicker, like a tidal wave in the distance that he watches grow closer and closer. He’s nearly breathless as he falls forward a bit, giving more of his weight to Kyle and almost kneeling on top of his groin. “Feels, fuck, feels so good… you don’t wanna feel good too? Come on, mate.”

Johnny reaches down, pressing a hand roughly down on Kyle’s crotch. The other man yelps spine going straight as he tries to squirm away.

“Johnny! Stop, stop, that- ow, motherfucker!”

Soap would laugh if he wasn’t riding the edge himself, pressing his entire weight into Gaz’s body, hips working in quick little thrusts. He can feel himself throbbing, grits his teeth when he can practically taste the orgasm.

Gaz tries to get revenge by gripping Johnny’s cock through his pants with a (frankly unreasonably) tight hold, a sharp squeeze.

The jokes on him though - the spike of pain is what gets Johnny off.

He settles a bit more after the second orgasm, the cum becoming a truly horrendous discomfort in his boxers, but worth it for the pleasure cooling his bones. He slumps against Gaz until the other man shoves him off, legs shaking slightly.

“That was quite the show,” Price rumbles, and Soap smiles with his eyes still closed, basking. “Think everyone else enjoyed it?”

Ghost grunts. “How could they not? Two of them moanin’ like that, damn lucky we didn’t get kicked out.”

That startles a laugh from Soap, the playful degradation a pleasant familiarity from Ghost. He blinks open a bit blearily, makes eye contact with the masked man. “Couldn’t have been too loud, what with him tryin’ to suffocate me.”

Gaz makes an offended noise, kicking the side of Johnny’s leg. “Shut it. You nearly had me choking on your tongue.”

There are soft sounds of amusement from all of the men, and Price slides a try with four shot glasses towards the sergeants once they all calm.

“Your tequila, boys. Should give you enough energy for another show.”

Johnny can’t help but smirk when he and Kyle make eye-contact, both wearing matching expressions. If Price is already trying to get them drunk, it’s going to be a long night.

He grins as he downs the first shot, already looking forward to it.

#this was originally soapgaz x reader but the 2nd person stuff really wasn't happening idk why. sorry!#also sorry this is so short i really just cannot write right now #luckily 27 is queued up to go #kinktober 2023 #soapgaz #gazsoap #soap x gaz #gaz x soap #john soap mactavish x kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish x kyle gaz garrick #soap mactavish x gaz garrick #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #kinktober day 26 #kinktober

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