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Actually screaming this is the best??? Soap and Gaz are so good together 😫💗

"threesome with ghost and soap" this "threesome with gaz and price" that. mfs i'm thinking about a threesome with soap and gaz!!!!!

warnings: smut! minors dni please! shameless fucking smut. i have no excuses. i'm a fucking slut. shittily proofread. no major warnings. the boys are so sweet ): fem!reader!

imagine leaning against gaz's chest as you lay on the bed. his warm hands caressing your chest, reaching up to hold your jaw as he leans your head to the side so that he can press long, open mouthed kisses against your neck. imagine his other hand holding your hips steady as soap situates himself between your legs.

i know soap would make an absolute mess too. spit dribbling down his chin, constantly smacking his lips like he's actually eating a meal. he would allow you to move your hips, but he'd chase down your clit like it was the only thing he was good for. no matter how much you squirmed or writhed, no one could deny him eating you out

and gaz would whisper constant praises into your ear over your whimpers and groans, because let's be honest, he's enjoying the show. "you're so fuckin' precious, you know that? just listen to yourself, love. i could listen to you all day."

soap stops after making you cum for a second time, and it's only because he's worried about overstimulating you too much. if it were up to him, he'd lay between your legs all damn night. but he pulls away from you and you find his lips smashing against yours, and he's devouring your lips just as hungrily as he had your pussy just moments before. you can taste yourself on him, and your mind goes fuzzy.

"what do you say, love?" gaz asks, his voice rumbling in his chest. "gonna return the favor for him?"

and of course you would, because how could you not when soap was almost as needy as you were? so you pull away from gaz and get on your trembling knees as soap kneels in front of you. his erection looks almost painfully hard, and you can see the precum that coats his tip. you take him in your mouth and soap hisses at the feeling, at finally getting some sort of relief from the pressure that had built inside of him.

"good fuckin' girl," he groans out in praise while gently holding the back of your head. "fuckin' angel, you are."

and gaz can't help himself. not when you're bent forward like that, taking soap in your mouth as well as you were. not with your ass on display for him. he sits forward and rubs his hands over your hips, and moments later you feel the head of his cock press against your soaking heat. you're so wet at that point from your own arousal and soap's spit that gaz almost slides in by accident.

"you can take us both, yeah?" he prompts, but he hardly waits for your muffled response before he's pressing into you.

gaz stretching your cunt out and soap filling your mouth leaves your head spinning, and you feel your body go stiff. but it's okay because the boys don't mind putting in a bit of extra work. soap's hips rock forward, using your mouth as breathy grunts fall from his lips. gaz's hands are all over you as he pounds into you from behind.

another coil grows taut in your stomach, and you feel your legs begin to quiver from pleasure. every single nerve in your body is overloaded from their hands all over you, caressing you, praising you, loving you. everything in you tells you to let go, fall into them, fall into bliss.

soap is the first to finish, but only because he had worked himself up so much eating you out. his hips stutter and the tip of his cock nudges against the back of your throat as he spills himself across your tongue. and like the good girl you are, you drink it up; you would never dream of denying him that pleasure.

while gaz continues as a panting and grunting mess behind you, soap leans back and tilts your head up to look at him. you're out of breath, and spit heavily drips down your chin, and the sight of you only makes him grin.

"look at this," he says, almost as if he was parading you around. "beautiful fuckin' girl."

his words alone are almost enough to get you to finish for a third time, but things get even more intense when he leans down to get closer to you. "gonna be a good girl for gaz? go on. tell him what you want."

bracing yourself more firmly against the bed, you try and push yourself up some, only to slip back down. "i need your cum," you pant out.

"yeah?" gaz taunts.

"yes, please, fuck i need it so bad," you whine.

it's all he needs to hear. each thrust becomes more demanding, ordering your orgasm out of you as if he controlled the very essence of your being. your eyes flutter shut as the pleasure crashes over you, but soap keeps your head up as he whispers sweet nothings, lips brushing against yours.

when gaz finishes, he does it with a few long and forceful thrusts. his cock twitches inside of you as your walls milk him for everything he's worth. eventually he pulls out and you feel your body go limp, absolutely spent.

and god, as if the sex wasn't good enough, the aftercare is top fucking tier. while you all come down from your highs, soap pulls you onto his chest and rests your head right over his heart, and it's thudding in his chest as if he ran a marathon. gaz sits nearby, rubbing gentle lines along your spine as your breathing and heart rate slow back to normal. when you're ready, they get everything cleaned up, sheets, blanket, clothes, and most importantly you. and they don't half ass it with a damp towel, either. no, they're running a bath for you, bubbles, epsom salts and all. they're ensuring you're hydrated with a cool glass of water. hungry? they've already ordered something for delivery. they help you dress and continue to shower you with praises for the rest of the night because you're their sweet girl and you did so well ):

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i don't even want to know how many words this is so i refuse to look it up (: sorry for being a whore on main but! who am i kidding i'm always a whore on main.

Soap Mactavish x Reader - Mental Health Day

Word Count - 1.1k

Warnings - depression, cursing, very SFW

A/N: This is a gift for my friend @bunnyreaper, so reader is described!! Sorry y'all <3

For bunny, I want you to know that I love you so much and that you are valued and loved. I hope this brings some light to your life :)

For the past few weeks, it feels like every day has been the same. Wake up, cry, eat whatever shitty snacks are in the pantry, cry some more, check your phone, and go back to bed. Rinse and repeat. You know you must look like hell, with unwashed hair and bags under your eyes that won’t seem to go away, but you can’t bring yourself to care – or rather, you care but you can’t find the energy to do anything about it. You haven’t had the energy to do much of anything recently, now that you think of it. Depression is a bitch, you know, but it doesn’t change the fact that when it hits you upside the head with an emotional baseball bat, you’re unable to fight back with the metaphorical pool noodle you have in response.

Your phone buzzes on the pillow next to you, and you groan, opening your eyes blearily and sitting up. Afternoon light is streaming in through the blinds, and you squint at your phone screen. You have a myriad of messages, but you only care about one: a message from your boyfriend, Johnny “Soap” Mactavish, the cheerful, firecracker of a man that barreled his way into your heart and made a home nestled between your ribs. You love him with everything you have, but even speaking to him has taken more energy than you’ve had recently.

Johnny <;3: Mind if I stop by, bun? got something I think you’ll like.

Thankfully, Johnny has always been both understanding and accommodating of your mental health struggles and has never asked more of you than he thinks you can handle. Which is why, you think as you smooth out your hair in the bathroom mirror, he’s coming over to see you. You pull out your phone and fire off a quick text before heading to the bathroom.

You: I’ll meet you at the door :)  

By the time you’ve put on your least dirty pair of pajamas and brushed your teeth, there’s an excited knock at your apartment door. Knowing you must look a mess, you aren’t quite thrilled to open it, but all reservations melt away as soon as Soap sets the groceries he was holding down and sweeps you up in his arms with a bright smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Olivia,” he murmurs, practically lifting you off the ground with the force of his hug. “Missed holdin’ you, love.”

“Missed you too, Johnny”, you mumble into his strong chest, feeling the muscles under his shirt. Yes, you were being squeezed quite tightly, but you most certainly didn’t mind it. It was nice to be surrounded by him again.

As he sets you down, you notice he’s holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his arms. You can’t help but smile at the sweet and romantic gesture, but before you know it hot tears are rolling down your face. Johnny’s brow furrows in worry, and he softly lifts your chin up to wipe your tears. “Shh, shh, bun,” he whispers, wiping your tears with his thumbs before holding you close. “S’okay, I’m here now, yeah? Yer not alone now. Never have been.”

At that, you cry harder, dampening his shirt with your tears, but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind. He lets you sob into his chest, rocking you gently back and forth in the doorway of your apartment until your sobs die to sniffles and shaky breaths. Once he’s sure you’re calm, he doesn’t hesitate before picking you up with ease and carrying you into the kitchen.

“Alright, love,” he declares, a determined glint in his eye. “First order of business? Getting some food in you.”

There’s no room for protest as he sets you down on the counter before turning to the stove. You begin to protest, opening your mouth to speak phrases like you really don’t have to and that’s too much, but the words die on your lips as he raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you dare, Olivia,” he teases. “I know you’ve been too unwell to cook.”

At that, you don’t offer anything but a sheepish smile and a shrug, and he grins. “Thought so, hen,” he says as he turns back to the stove and begins cracking the eggs he brought.

You watch as he assembles what appears to be the most perfect breakfast out of all breakfasts, complete with eggs, bacon, and waffles (admittedly, the waffles are toaster brand – while an amazing boyfriend, Soap does not have the ability to make batter from scratch). Handing you a plate and leaning next to you on the counter, he takes a big bite of the eggs. “What do you think?”

You mirror his actions, taking your own bite. Your stomach grumbles in appreciation, delighted at the first taste of real food, and you smile at him, your eyes showing a light in them he hasn’t seen for weeks. “They’re amazing, Johnny. Thank you,” you say, kissing his cheek lovingly in response.

As the both of you finish your breakfast together, you feel the dark cloud that has been surrounding you over the past few weeks slowly lift. By the time breakfast is cleaned up, you’re feeling a lot better than you had been. The flowers are freshly trimmed and put in a vase on the table, and they bring color to the apartment that you haven’t felt in a long time.

Soap gently coaxes you into the shower, and while you scrub the past few weeks’ tension from your body, he does a load of laundry and strips the sheets off your bed. By the time you emerge from your sauna-like bathroom, your pajamas are in the dryer and your bed is made with new sheets, blankets and stuffed animals folded and arranged with military precision.

As you sit with your back to his chest, Johnny gently brushing the tangles out of your curls and massaging your scalp all at once, he murmurs your nickname. “Bunny?” He asks.

“Hm?” You turn your head to look at him, the light of your bedroom lamp reflected on his face.

“I know that you don’t like asking for help. And yer so strong and kind and smart, you don’t always need to. But don’t ever feel like you can’t rely on me, okay?” He cradles your face in his warm hands, sincerity reflected in his bright blue eyes. “When your brain is lying to you, I want to be here to tell you the truth.”

At that, you can’t stop the tears from spilling over again, but unlike before, Johnny is here to hold you close in his arms, running his hands soothingly down your back and murmuring kindness into your ears. Unlike before, your bed is no longer empty, and your brain is no longer full of negative self-talk and racing thoughts. Johnny surrounds you like the warm blankets in your shared bed, his scent enveloping you and lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

You’re just barely drifting off when you feel him kiss your temple tenderly and whisper softly in your ear: “I love you, Olivia.” And then you fall asleep.

A/N: I'm at a cafe and I literally can't stop thinking about fat!reader catching the eye of Gaz while ordering a drink so BEAR WITH ME OKAY

Currently picturing Gaz scoping out an area for a mission, wishing he had a dark coffee to keep him warm so he wanders into the nearest cafe. It's crowded, soft music playing from the speakers and pop art hanging from the walls and his eyes wander the throng of people - and then he sees you in the long line, layered up to your neck to keep out the cold, waiting patiently for a drink to warm your bones. He quietly slips behind you in line, unable to stop staring at the way your cheeks are reddened from the cold and how your soft stomach spills over your jeans, the way your jacket flatters your larger figure so well. He's immediately enamored, and when you give the barista at the counter your order, he orders the exact same thing so he can run up and "accidentally" grab your drink instead of his when they call them out. He pretends to be embarrassed and apologizes as your hands brush the same paper cup, and then flashes a charming smile and comments about how "you have great taste in beverages, love".

He asks for your name and if you'd like to sit down, and by the end of the hour he knows your name, your number, where you work, what you do for fun. He decides as he walks you out of the cafe, that an overwhelmingly sweet latte was a small price to pay in order to meet a gorgeous, soft thing such as yourself.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈 (𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

part one

"This is exactly how it should feel when it's meant to be..."

To say that it hasn't hit König yet that he's married is the understatement of the year.

The man could barely believe his ears when you said yes. He was so damn excited he could hardly sit down afterward. You decided to put that energy to better use... in the bedroom.

König remembers the day, Schatzi. He remembers it down to the hour, minute, and second. He remembers looking in the bathroom mirror that morning and rehearsing his so-called speech. Poor guy was so nervous he had to set the ring down lest it fell down the drain.

He remembers the butterflies in his stomach, anxiety so strong that he could barely finish your delicious breakfast. ("What's wrong? You usually wolf down your food." "Ah, it's—it's n-nothing, Schatz!") You weren't convinced but decided to let it go. For the moment. And for that he was glad.

König remembers how preoccupied you were with washing the dishes. He was grateful for his training. He snuck up behind you to catch you unawares. He'll never forget when you turned and saw him down on one knee, a calloused hand holding out a ring. Your ring. He'll never forget the surprise on your face when the realization hit and the way your eyes widened and your lips parted in a silent 'oh'. The silence was deafening. mein Gott.

And you were shaking. Shaking just as much as he was. Shaking and light-headed and... and—oh damn, his speech! König was so tongue-tied he could barely form the words. Hell, he practically forgot what to say and so he settled for instinct, said the only words that filled his heart to the brim, and made each day better ("I love you. W-Will... Will you marry me, Schatz?").

And shit. Shitshitshitshit. You were practically a statue at this point. A shaking statue but still. Had he... had he overstepped? Did he overthink this? Oh shit. Did he... did he scare you away? Forever? Oh... oh no. Oh, this was a mistake wasn't it? Just... just say something, Schatzi. Say something so he'll know what to do next. Say yes. Say that you'll marry him. Please.

König stammers an apology, ready to stand and make himself invisible somehow but before he could do that you awkwardly blurt out a "NO—No, shut up and put the ring on my finger!" Oh. This... This is really happening? ("Schatz, you're—you're saying yes? You'll marry me?" "YES!")

He could barely put the ring on your finger he was trembling so hard. Emotions crashed down on König like waves and you practically jumped into the man's arms the moment you could. It came at the right moment, too. He thought his legs were about to give out on him. And so, you two were engaged.

It was cute the way his eyes would light up every time he saw the ring on your finger. It was cute when you'd turn and watch him watching you and oh, his cheeks are red!

You two never cared about extravagance. It was only you and a civil ceremony. And that's all that mattered. You'd tell the others later but for now, everything was you and König.

And yeah, he remembers the day down to the hour, minute, and second. He remembers the day you said yes and made his heart burst.

To say that it hasn't hit König yet that he's married is the understatement of the year...

...But damn if he wasn't the happiest man in the world right now.