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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.

Kyle slowly bouncing you on his cock after having you cockwarm him for the better part of an hour, tucked into him as rested his head back on the couch.

He got home a bit too tired to fuck you properly but having your cunt clamped around him long enough breathed a new life into him, prompting him to hug your waist with one arm, the other gripping the underside of your thigh and holding you up. So he can slowly start hammering his hips into your wet, slobbering pussy. You don't know what's louder, your whines or the lewd sounds your heat makes as it takes him in completely.

Swallowing him whole as you kiss and bite away at his neck. His soft lips brushing your ear as he gently coos at you.

"You're doing such a good job, darlin' ", "taking me so well", "so wet f'me" is all you hear as you approach your peak, your grip on his shoulders tightening and your nails, even through his shirt, surely leaving the claw marks he loves to admire in the mirror the next day.

You come around him, your whimpers muffled by his neck, and he follows suit a second later, fucking into you as you both come down from your highs, his seed spilling out with each thrust and forming a creamy mess where you're both still connected. His hard breathing tickling your ears as he hugs you even tighter to him.

When both of your breathing calms, he plants small kisses all over your face while brushing back the hair matted to your face with sweat. Your closed eyes fluttering open to take in his adoring expression, the small smile on his lips bleeding into yours with the kiss you both exchange before he stands up, with you still attached to his cock.

You yelp and hold on to his shoulders, although the chance of him dropping you is as nonexistent as the space between the both of you as you move to your bathroom.

"Let's get cleaned up, hmm love ? "

this ate. CORDELIA HOW DO YOU EAT SO HARD WITH THESE?!

Don't really have any experience at all with anything omegaverse related but I've got big alpha!Gaz x omega!Reader thoughts...

cw: minor smut, knotting?

Everyone thinks he's a Beta because of the hormone suppressants. Kyle Garrick is always level headed. Cheeky with a silver tongue, of course, but no one has ever heard of him truly lashing out. Really, Kyle hates it. The hormones, going into rut, all of it. He wants to be able to walk by people and not be overwhelmed by their scent, so he plays it off and takes the medication in secret; Price being the only one privy to his habits. His work requires him to be at his best, and the suppressants get him there.

Things change when the main offices hires a cute new secretary.

Cute thing you are in your ironed button up blouse and neatly pressed pinstripe skirt. Proper and professional as you handle paperwork; unclaimed by an alpha. You shouldn't be different from anyone else Kyle's come into contact with, omega or otherwise, yet you are. There's something about your scent that burrows into his skin, makes it tingle and burn as if you've set it on fire. You smile so sweetly at him as you take the report from his hands, and he has to fight the urge to vault the desk you sit at.

Chalking it up to a late dose of his suppressants, he pushes it out of his mind the best he can but he only spirals. They don't seem to work as well whenever he's around you. He's never smelled anything as sweet as you, be it flower or food, and he feels his heart become overwhelmed with an untamed concupiscence. He finds every excuse to visit you. To talk to you. To hear your voice. He prays that you don't notice the way his nostrils flare whenever you're nearby.

Price notices the change in him immediately. His sergeant's mind isn't as clear as it usually is, and he's getting frustrated over trivial things he previously would never bat an eye at. Smells his incoming rut despite his best efforts at allaying it. Price sends him away with a wave of his hand. Tells Kyle he can only run away from his nature for so long, and that he better make good use of his hand for the next few days as he weens himself off his suppressants.

Kyle's never experienced a surge like this before. Nothing but pure frustration. Suffering through the throes of his rut with his skin slick with sweat as he writhes in bed dreaming of someone. Dreaming of you. Some soft omega sweet enough to help him during such a difficult time. He drowns in the illusion of you as he fucks his own hand until he swears he can smell you. That subtle silage... it seems to seep through the crack beneath his apartment door to haunt him like an apparition.

Doesn't realize it's actually you until you knock. Kyle knows better than to open the door, but he's not in his right mind. He convinces himself he can be polite. Tell you to stay far away from him until he's better and that he'll see you at work in a week or so. When he opens the door to enact his plan, he finds you with a small gift basket of medicine; as if you were truly convinced he was only sick.

After all, everyone thinks he's a beta.

Overwhelmed with the scent of him, your gift basket clatters to the ground as you cover your nose. He reeks. It's so strong you feel weak in your knees. Like he's sucked the very breath from your lungs.

There's no stopping what happens next after that. Nature always wins in the end. Besides, a sopping wet cunt is the only type of medicine that can cure Kyle's ailment anyway, and you're sweet enough to provide such a treatment. Face pressed into his pillow, soaking up the aroma of him, you're singing for him. Could never dream about complaining about the ecstasy you're filled with after every needy thrust of his cock. You were close to your heat anyway. Really, this is just as good for you as it is for him.

And as Kyle slips his knot inside of you, pinning your hips firmly against the mattress, he wonders how he ever went without this. Without you. Without some sweet thing to fatten up with his kids. He'll make sure you're waiting for him at home after every deployment. That the soft flesh in the crook of your neck is marked to the shape of his teeth soon enough.

For now, he'll worry about using you to fuck his rut out. He can worry about formalities when his head is clear.