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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.

deranged reader my beloved, my daughter, me. back again in the spools of my brain.

warnings: exactly what the title is. fem! reader, pwp, blood, gore, manipulation (?), toxic reader (?), reverse harem w/ soap & ghost eventually the others, pnv, fingering, overstim (fem)

🏷️ | @warenai @reese-is-right

part 1

you came from a normal life before joining the military. your parents love you and so does your younger brother, he's a pain in the ass but aren't all siblings? cookie cutter houses lines the suburban streets, grasses cut, and christmas decorations find themselves on the houses as soon as december hits, no sooner to avoid hoa fines.

It's actually silly how you turned out this way, a small malicious brain in a body of a well cared for girl. in many ways it was like taming a wild animal; your nails were manicured on the regular, hair neat and put together, strands never where you hadn't meant for it to be, and your uniform was pristine, never stained, never wrinkled. on the outside, you truly where just the sweetest young lady that was meant to sing christmas carols at nursing homes and gain pinches on your cheeks as tips.

but you can't fully tame a wild animal though. in many cases, tigers eat their owners, monkeys maul them, and raccoons abandon home after trashing it. you, were simple. you don't bare your teeth to your owners or unsheathe your claws, you pin them. you pin them in a way that artists pin beetles and butterflies, perfect and spayed out for display and enjoyment.

and that's what you did to the 141. you made them yours. it came easy, natural- almost instinctive. everyone wants to be liked, right? so what if you're extra, extra good at that? you're just charming!

it started with soap. he was an easy target knowing how friendly he is. after finding out he's a demolitions expert, you stepped in asking him rather complex questions on the molecular composition of the explosives he found himself building. and he gladly explained it to you, not having a lot of people who know chemistry on such a level outside of an academic space.

the two of you spend lunches together relating his chemistry knowledge to your biology knowledge as an ex-medic. together you were Biochemistry, what a bunch of nerdy POS'.

quickly that lead to more chemistry in the comfort of your bed as well, having the two of you wrapped up in the sheets as he fucked you hard and fast, his name spilling out of your lips like an echo in the void that is your thoughts.

his dick rammed into, your ankles on his shoulders and his grip on the back of your knees as he bends you in half.

after that night, it became many more. soap was now just johnny. the two of you shared loving glances and plenty of playful touches, a slap on each other's ass when the other passed by, a ruffle of hair, and arms wrapped around the other's waist, cheek to the muscle of their back.

ghost, observant as ever, found this quite aggravating as he thought you were his to hold. while you and johnny fumbled with carbons and phosphorus, ghost had picked up more paperwork than normal, training more recruits than he normally would, just to go and ask you for help. which, being the nice person you were, happily agreed to help him empty his plate.

silence filled the air besides the occasional sound of paper shifting and being flipped, or tossed to the side. some pens scribbling on the paper and against the hardness of the wood also found its way into the comfortable silence and the absence of words. ghost's eyes dashed up to look at you, chewing on the flesh of your lip as you focus on the paperwork that he had asked for your help on. he sees the blankness of your face, how nothing else seems to move or show any signs of emotion besides the gnawing of your teeth.

he quirked an eyebrow at this, how unusual you are...how fascinating. almost as if in a trance, a stupor, a daze as your aura pulls him onto his feet and over to you. he hovers over you, only your wooden desk in between.

"you and soap..." he started and as quickly as the daze came, it left him to fumble for the right words. you look up at him, the same bored expression on your face before you wide your eyes just a tiny bit in surprise and realization.

your head tilts to the side, deciding on letting him grumble with his own choked words. and he, in fear of such situation, opted to shut his mouth and walk back to his desk, picking up from what he left off.

a giggle escapes your mouth, "you can ask him." you say playfully, going back to your own sentence to write and finish up.

the two of them were a pair, always have been- and easy to hook both with the same, sweet bait of your kindness. sooner or later, you got what you wanted, two playful dogs that tend to your every need, whether to pick up some food for you, run to your room to get a file you forgot, knock someone's teeth out for your collection, or to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re a panting mess. that last one was your favorite.

you sat in simon's lap, knee bent with your leg thrown over it, spreading and keeping your thighs from closing. johnny's fingers thrust into your sweet heat as your sharp nails continue to dig into the back of simon's hand, holding onto the flesh of your waist tightly. behind you, you could feel simon's dick twitched as more of your slick dribble down onto his own trousers. his hot breathe against your ear grounded you just a bit as johnny's thumb grazed over your swollen clit. "that's it lovie...one more for us yeah?" johnny snickers from his place, crouched right in front of your pussy, all wet and puffy from the many orgasms that the two of them have taken from you. you whined as he continue to tease you, fingers languidly pulling in and out of your cunt as his thumb swipes over the top edge of your bud. you cry out. even his feather-light touches on your wet clit draws you closer to the edge until your mind goes numb, your pleasure boiling over the edge once again. your body convulses as simon's grasp on you tighten. "good girl, come on now. i kent you could do it..." johnny praises as his fingers pumps in and out of you quicker, pulling every last drop of your pleasure into his palm.

now two of them were playful with you, you were theirs and they knew how to share. their sweet little play thing that was always too good to them, so obedient.

simon now wishes that you were as obedient in the field as you were in bed as he sweeps through the building in search of you. he curses to himself for letting you slip past his field of vision and his attention, going off on your own with a simple "be right back".

he believed it but that was almost an hour ago, and this building is not big. however, the concrete walls and fluorescent lights rendered this place a labyrinth. rifle in his hand, held close and alert, he quickly tip toes up the stairs, observing the twisting quiet hallways, its greenish lights making him feel sick.

he continued on, careful in the thickness of the silence, making his heart thunder and his steps heavy, like forcing through gelatinous air. a wail rung through the concrete walls, not yours, but a shriek of agony, the only sound being made in the longest minutes in his life.

he jogged on, gun tight in his grip, ready to shoot the poor bastard that stood in between his darling and him.

your voice got louder as he got closer, he turned the corner, meeting you and a man in an empty room, door swung open. the man knelt on your feet in front of you. crimson pipes and frayed pieces of his bicep dripped down thick, molten blood onto a pile of rumble from the collapsed wall. simon froze, his own blood flowed thunderously in his ears as he felt his chest shook.

your face showed the same picture as it did when he made you take over his paperwork all those weeks ago. a plain, empty, broken face stared back down at the man on his knees. he mumbles something in russian quickly, petrified in his spot as you held the saw onto the top of his head. his pleas faded into nothing as his voice grew raw from overuse. a simple, broken, "please" breathed out of his exhausted lungs.

simon saw the way his unsteady back raised as he took a quick breath and how it shakily exited his body. blood continued to drip from his exposed bone and muscle. the man's body swayed, weakened from the lack of such plasma flowing through him. a man on the brink of death didn't scare simon, he has been where you are now. he has seen death like an old friend from school, bumping into it every so often.

the dread that filled his body and weighed on his shoulders was your reaction- or lack thereof. you didn't care about his pleas, or how the light in his dull eyes extinguished from tight-lining in between life and death. you didn't care that his arm was discarded behind you. you didn't care about the severed arm, laying in a dark pool, drenched in blackness, just a foot away from your backside. you didn't care.

the man's hand grabs onto your leg, begging, pleading for mercy, even as death was eager to take him. simon sees his breathing becoming staggered, shallow, knowing death is standing over your shoulder, staring on, waiting for you to make the final blow, to end his life.

but you don't. a satiated hum of approval rumbled out of your throat as you dug the jagged blade of the hand saw into his skull. the man pulled from the well of his energy, enough to let out a sluggish, hoarse sob. he bent over more, trying to escape the digging of the steel into his scalp, failing.

you pull back the blade, making you cut deeper and the man choked on his anguished cries. satisfied, you yanked the blade out, leaving the man to hiccup one last plea as you kicked him off your leg. he falls to the ground on his side, his chest rising ever so slightly. you step over him, throwing the saw to the other side of the room, it's weight hits the concrete with a 'thump'. simon doesn't speak, and neither do you. he walks behind you, rifle still drawn. and you know why.

cw: cuckolding 🫂

all i can think about is virgin!johnny who can't pleasure his girlfriend, so he watches simon fuck your pretty body instead. :(

johnny feels pathetic. he's ashamed to admit the truth — that he's a virgin. watching simon fuck your tight hole relentlessly, your nail raking down his back, leaving red scratches and marks all down his bare, muscular shoulders. his breathless grunts, his guttural groans, and how easily you cum just off of his thick, hard cock. your pretty clit swells with euphoria, dripping with arousal as he runs his leaking tip up and down your wet folds, coating you in his thick, sticky load before easing back inside.

johnny watches with tears coating his cheeks, leaving them raw and flushed, his eyes puffy and his bottom lip quivering while he strokes himself. his balls are achingly tight, painfully sore as he gets himself off to the sight. he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel any envy or bitterness; how simon had you squirting all over his muscular abdomen, how experienced simon truly was.

of course, the sergeant's lieutenant wouldn't miss out on an opportunity to mock and tease the virgin. leaving his load oozing from your swollen, glistening cunt, taunting him for being useless, unable to pleasure his girlfriend.

you'll just have to make him feel better, bonnie. :( when simon's gone and johnny still hasn't came from anticipation and embarrassment, sobbing into your neck, the smell of simon's cologne causing him to grit his teeth through jealousy, feeling shameful while you jerk him off. please, sit on his bare lap, jerk him off while he apologises for being ‘useless’, while shooting blanks as he throws his head back, hot and milky cum dripping from his tip.