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pocket princess!! if you feel up to it could you pls write something fluffy with price x reader x soap. id love to see something lighthearted with price handling his loves <3!!

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Pairing: Price x Reader x Soap

Word Count: 727

Synopsis: A soft shared moment of peace between the three loved ones on a snowy night 🫶

A/N: Absolutely crying cause I couldn’t think of how to make this one longer 😭😭😭. I hated how long this was taking tho so I did my best, I hope you like it! I will continue to work on your Gaz ask and make it longer I promise 👀

Cw: None! It’s fluffy content between Bun’s favorite boys 🫶

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Winter is always one of your favorite seasons. It definitely isn’t because of the snow. You hate having to constantly uncover the white flakes of frozen water from your car and pray that the doors aren’t frozen shut. It isn’t necessarily because of the holidays, even if they are always fun to celebrate with loved ones. It’s not even about the peppermint lattes you love to get on the way to work every morning when it’s being sold at your local cafe. Winter is your favorite season because of the moment you currently find yourself in.

The dim light of the television was the only thing illuminating your shared bedroom. The chatter of the late night show was quiet, just although loud to hear the men gossip about the actor’s movie and their experience on set. “It’s all rubbish, the reviews he’s speakin’ of..” You hear John lazily mumble against the right side of your collarbone, “The movie wasn’t any good.” The brit is against your side with an arm wrapped snugly just under your chest. His head rests on your shoulder, nearly falling asleep on you as the season’s early nights took its toll. The neatly trimmed mutton chops tickle your skin as he settles further against you. It’s a warm weight against you that you’ve grown familiar with, as well as come to love.

“Didn’t know ye watch cheesy rom coms, captain.” The Scottish accent of your other boyfriend fills your senses from your left and you turn to look at him with the same amused smile he’s wearing. Johnny’s eyes are closed, more in a half conscious state than John is. His head rests lower on your body, more against your chest than your collarbone, with an arm around your stomach, leaving you sandwiched in between the two men you loved so dearly. In addition, one of his legs is also laced with yours.

“Occasionally..” John mutters after a moment’s silence, earning a quiet chuckle from the scot.

The lighthearted banter between the two of them was always endearing to you, filling you with more warmth than the heat the two bodies around you did. It was more than welcome with how cold it’s been lately. You take a glance out the window on the left wall of the room, watching as large snowflakes fall down continuously. The hand on John’s shoulder absentmindedly toys with the hem of his sleeve while the other traces gentle patterns onto Johnny’s back.

These moments are scarce, but you cherish them with every fiber of your being. It’s not everyday you get to enjoy the peace and quiet. The worries that plagued your mind everytime the two went out for work are non-existent, even if it's temporarily. It is as if the dangers and horrors of the real world just aren’t there anymore and it was just the three of you.

A heavy sigh of content left Johnny and you could feel his weight against you become heavier as he relaxed. John places a soft kiss against your warm skin. You smiled lovingly at the feeling, tilting your head to rest against the top of his.

A yawn slips past your lips and John smiles against your collarbone at the sound, reaching behind him to pluck the remote from the bedside table. His movements are slow and careful, not wanting to jostle the two of you too much and disturb the peace that’s made its way into the atmosphere. “Get some sleep, sweetheart,” John whispered to you. He hit the power button, sending the room into total darkness before setting the remote back onto the table. His weight shifts back onto you, easily snuggling back into the spot against you. The blanket is pulled back over you before his arm returns back across your torso.

“You, too. G’Night, Johnny,” John said this with a gentle tap to Johnny’s nose with his knuckle. The scot simply huffs, already in the process of dozing off against you.

The room grows silent now, save for the collective breaths of relaxation being shared between the three of you. Your head falls to lean against the pillow under it, eyes falling shut. The warmth of the two men’s physical presence and love helps you to settle in a blanket of comfort. It works wonders lulling you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

PriceSoap x fem!reader 😵‍💫

Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dub-con at parts. Unprotected anal sex. Unprotected PIV. Soft-ish Dom!Price, subby Johnny, subby reader. Creampie. Face-painting ;) Abrupt ending (sorry!!!)

MDNI

You sign your name on the last of many documents Laswell had faxed over to you, including a written-out portion where you had to describe exactly what went down on this mission. Ultimately, there were no fatalities, but a certain sergeant had deployed an explosive too early, dangerously close to resulting in casualties. While Price usually does the paperwork, you were in charge of it today while he has a disciplinary meeting with the Scot.

Biting your lip, you stand from your desk and make your way to Price’s office, knocking once before stepping inside. He’s not at his desk, but that doesn’t surprise you—it’s likely he’s gone to a meeting room to have that discussion with Soap. You carefully set the papers down on his desk and turn to leave, but you stop dead in your tracks when you hear a prolonged whimper coming from the connected bedroom.

Furrowing your brow, you cautiously trail over to the source of the sound, just barely pushing open the door. You have to cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a gasp—Soap is completely bare on all fours on the captain’s bed, back arched and fingers tangled in the sheets. Price is on his knees behind him, just as bare, and by the way he’s rolling his hips and the lewd sounds that fill the air, you know exactly what’s going on. The sergeant lets out a loud cry when John deals a particularly harsh thrust.

“Quit all that whinin’, MacTavish,” he growls through gritted teeth, fisting at the younger man’s hair and tugging roughly.

“F-feels good, sir,” Johnny’s eyes roll into the back of his head, pushing back against his superior in an attempt to get more friction.

“Aye, I know it does. Fuckin’ up my damn mission with your bullshit, all because you needed your captain to slut you out.”

The reality of the situation hits you suddenly—you’re standing here watching the most intimate act a person can participate in, without either man’s knowledge nor their consent. It makes a sick feeling churn in your gut. You attempt to step away from the door frame to give them their privacy, but end up tripping over your foot and somehow stumbling forward. You crash through the door and land on your front with a pained grunt, and all the noises you’d been listening to previously cease.

Slowly, you rise up to sit on your knees, wincing when you see that both men are staring directly at you. Johnny’s eyes are wide and he scrambles to cover himself up, but Price stops him by pressing down on his shoulder blades, making his face smush against the mattress.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t… didn’t mean to intrude, I j-just…” you trail off, trembling under the unwavering stare the captain gives you.

“Got a voyeur on my hands, do I?” Price raises an eyebrow, tone low and teasing. “Just how long have you been standin’ there, sweet’eart?”

“N-no, I haven’t-”

“Buncha pervs on my team, I tell ya,” he sniffs. “C’mon, then. Get on the bed. MacTavish needs somethin’ to occupy that big mouth o’his, anyway.”

Your heart sinks, pounding like it’s trying to jump right out of your body.

“What?”

John sighs, beckoning you closer with a jerk of his strong jaw. You’re not entirely sure why you obey so easily but your legs walk you over to the bed with no hesitation. The captain cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Strip, and get on the bed. I won’t tell you again.”

Not one to disregard orders, you step out of your uniform, shivering as the cool air hits your bare skin. John pulls out of Soap and repositions so that the two of them face the headboard, where your back is shyly resting against it. Johnny wastes no time in gripping your thighs with eager hands, spreading them apart and leaning in to get a whiff of your scent.

“She’s fookin’ soaked, sir,” the sergeant moans, diving forward to get a taste of your arousal.

It’s true—you are wet, slick dripping past your entrance onto the bedsheets, smearing across the insides of your thighs shamelessly. You hadn’t even realized it. You cover your face with your hands but Price pushes them away with gentle force.

“No. You’re gonna keep your eyes on me while MacTavish licks that pretty pussy o’yours. Am I clear?”

With a soft whimper, you nod, tilting your chin to watch as Soap dives in face-first, hot tongue carding through the sticky seam of your cunt. Price pushes back inside of him all the way to the hilt at the same time Johnny wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and moaning against the sensitive bud. Your legs jerk from overstimulation, the intensity so sudden that you have to grab the headboard to keep yourself steady. Johnny is an animal, rabid, growling and tugging at your sloppy folds with persistent lips. Price is no better, humping into his sergeant so roughly that you can hear his teeth knock together with every thrust.

“T-too- it’s too m-much,” you gasp, back arching violently, sending you further into the trap that is Soap’s mouth.

Johnny’s nails bite at the supple skin of your thighs, leaving half-moons that will you to keep still so that he can enjoy his meal in peace. Your eyes roll back into your skull without permission as you near the brink, blinding white heat manifesting in your lower belly.

“You’ll keep your eyes on me if you wanna cum,” Price barks, moving one hand from Johnny’s hip and wrapping it around your throat instead.

The slight pressure the captain applies to your neck makes your eyes widen, refusing to look away because you’re right on the precipice and you’ll be damned if the glory is snatched from you before you can revel in it. Johnny shakes his head rapidly before giving a long, sturdy suck to your clit. It sends you plummeting into an earth-shattering orgasm, hips bucking up against the overzealous tongue lapping at you, syrupy spend coating his stubble. His own moans are torture against your sensitive heat—he doesn’t even bother to pull away to address the captain, just mumbles right up against your pussy.

“Cap’n- mmph! G-gonna cum, sir,” Soap rambles, pretty blue eyes hidden in the crevice of his skull as he moves one hand from your thigh in favor of tugging at his throbbing cock instead.

Price pulls out of him with a wet pop, smacking his ass hard enough to make him yelp. Johnny finally pulls away from your cunt to look over his shoulder at John with furrowed brows and a pathetic pout tugging at his plump lips.

“On your back,” John demands, holding up his hand when you move to obey. “Not you, sweet’eart. MacTavish.”

With a huff, Soap rolls onto his back, fists gripping the sheets impatiently. You’re expecting John to get back to work immediately, but he doesn’t—rather, he clicks his tongue and motions for you to climb on top of the reclined man. He frowns when you hesitate.

“Johnny’s gonna need somewhere to dump his cum, and it’s not gonna be my bed. Either your mouth or your cunt, birdie. Your choice.”

“Please, lass, wanna feel tha’ bonnie cunt wrapped ‘round mah cock. Fookin’- please,” the sergeant pants, tears forming in his waterline as he stares up at you pathetically.

God, it’s fucking pitiful the way your pussy throbs at the notion—a pretty man with real tears in his eyes just from the thought of having you on top of him, and another delectable figure ready to make sure you fulfill your duty as a perfect little cum-dump. The squelch between your thighs as you climb on top of Soap makes both men groan.

“Thank ye, thank ye,” Johnny babbles, fingertips grabbing a firm hold of your hips as you slowly sink down on his dick.

He’s thick, painfully so, girth stretching your poor cunt nearly to her limit. He bucks his hips to bottom out, soft whimpers rising from his throat as your walls squeeze him tightly. You claw at his firm chest and let out a wail as he starts bouncing you roughly, all power and no rhythm. Price is less than pleased by his efforts, smacking the younger man’s hands away from your plush sides, stalling his hips.

“Greedy fuckin’ bastard,” hisses John, gently kissing the tops of your shoulders. “You okay, sweet’eart? He bein’ too rough?”

You sniffle in response, tilting your head so the captain has better access to your neck. The hairs of his beard tickle you, distracting from the fading pain of Johnny’s fat prick molding its shape inside of you, and before you know it, your hips are moving to their own rhythm. Price hums against your skin, giving a warning glare down at the sergeant.

“There ya go, birdie. Is it good, hm? Johnny’s cock splittin’ ya nice and wide?” He coos, chuckling at the breathy whine you huff out. “I know, I know. Lay down on his chest, love, get yourself comfortable.”

With the help of John’s hand pushing on your shoulder blade, you do as he says, leaning down so that your breasts are smushed to Soap’s chest and your nose is buried in the crook of his neck. You continue rolling your hips as Price cups the back of Johnny’s knees, pushing them up so that he can slide back home. The older man resumes a steady pace inside of his sergeant, with the latter writhing in complete euphoria beneath you.

“F-fuck, ah cannae-” Johnny whines, large hands grabbing at your ass in an attempt to ground himself from the dizzying pleasure of John’s cock filling him up and your tight pussy squeezing him so perfectly.

“You can and you will,” Price grunts, doubling down on his efforts and taking hold of your hips, rolling them at his pace so that the two of you are fucking Johnny in sync.

Sharp teeth dig into the Scotsman’s neck as you cry out your pleasure. It just makes him even louder, his entire body trembling and tears streaming down his face. You cautiously pull your head up to bring your lips down to his, hot breaths mingling with every croak and moan that leaves either throat. John hooks Soap’s legs around his waist and bends forward, one hand propping up his large body, the other sneaking between you and Johnny’s connected tummies to rub at your clit furiously.

“Cap- hmph! Please, please lemme cum, wanna… need tae cum.”

“Not until she does,” John hums, middle fingertip rubbing tight circles along your sensitive nub. “Been such a good girl for us, hasn’t she? Don’t ya think she deserves to cum first?”

“A-aye, sir,” Johnny tosses his head back at the feeling of your cunt clenching down, biting his plump bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

You’re so warm, surrounded by delicious body heat, musk and sweat from these impossibly big, furry men overwhelming your heightened senses. Both of their hairy bellies create an addictive friction against your clammy skin. That, as well as their various combined groans and gasps of pleasure are what make you finally see stars, back arching as best as it can while trapped between the two massive soldiers. Sticky cream dribbles down Johnny’s cock as you heave, marking him victorious, offering him relief.

“Cum, sergeant,” John commands once you’ve gone completely limp, uselessly sprawled out on top of the younger man. “Fill ‘er up.”

Johnny wraps his bulky arms around your waist and squeezes tightly as he reaches his climax, barks of his pleasure released into your ear. Ribbons of thick semen make their home inside of your willing womb, hot and potent and warmly welcomed. You’re prepared to feel the captain’s full weight collapse on top of you, but instead he gently pulls you off of Soap and lays you down beside him. Your eyes are droopy but you can see that he’s still fully erect as he crawls his way up, thick thighs spread over you and the Scot’s chests.

“Tongues out,” Price commands, rapidly fisting at his slick cock and staring down at you and Johnny expectantly.

Instantly, the two of you obey, barely getting a chance to blink before the older man growls and shoots his load all over you and Johnny’s faces. It’s obscene, the way your eyes roll back at his taste, the way your tongue darts out to lap up every drop of salty spend that lands on your skin. John tucks his chin between his pectorals with a dopey grin, fondness evident in his eyes as he watches Johnny copy your actions. He carefully dismounts the bed and leaves to get a rag to clean the three of you up.

By the time Price gets back, you and Johnny are already tangled up in each other’s arms, fast asleep.