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thinking about gaz (bc he's severly underrated and deserves to be talked about more)

gaz who tears up whenever you fuck him. sometimes it just feels like too much and you're just so deep that it's overwhelming. when you guys first sleep together you stop midway bc you thought something was wrong. he was quick to tell you to keep goin.

gaz who is undoubtly a tease. we see how he interacts with price and laswell, you can't tell me that man doesn't enjoy hitting some nerves. especially if it means you'll pound him into next week.

gaz who is so obvious with the complete adoration that he has for you. everyone knows how much he loves you just based on the way he talks about you. also when he looks at you he just melts and gets heart eyes. the rest of 141 will tease him about it.

gaz who sometimes needs reassurance. he sometimes doesn't feel as though he pulls his weight as much as the other members so he needs someone to tell him that he is enough and all that he does is enough.

gaz who lowkey has an oral fixation. it isn't super obvious but you can tell by the way he'll lick his lips a little too often, or the way he will drift off a little bit during informational meetings no matter how much he tries to focus. he say anything in public/around the members but once y'all are behind close doors, he'll take anything you'll give him. fingers, dildo's, your own dick, etc.

gaz who gets flustered when you leave hickeys in places that people will notice. he's not used to that when people point it out he gets all warm and starts stuttering and thinking of reasons to try to change the subject.

gaz who does leave marks on you, but leaves them in more hidden places, your back, thighs, chest. he likes the possession but he also likes that you don't just parade it around.

gaz who doesn't fuck around when it comes to you. yk the reaction he had to graves in MW3, yeah imagine that but x100. anyone who tries to disrespect you will be on his shit list, it can be a recruit, sergeant, captain, doesn't matter, he doesn't play around.

gaz who actually loves bondage. as someone who is expected to be on go mode all the time, he feels like he doesn't actually get a chance to relax. so bondage is a way for him to get out of that mindset. it forces him to put his trust into you (not that you don't already have it) and just let all the stress just melt away.

gaz who thrives off of praise. it wasn't something he was super used to hearing so when you first told him 'good job', 'good boy', 'you're perfect', it sends a little shiver down his spine. now when you compliment him it puts a smile on his face and makes him so bashful.

i could probably go on and on but these are the first that comes to mind.

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to the person who wanted a continuation of soapgaz from this, here you go <3

truthfully, you weren't that mad at johnny.

yes, it hurt, but could you fully blame him? he looked like he was getting his brain fucked out of his head, having no choice but to take the cruel thrusts his lieutenant was laying on him. you swear he slurred out a few apologies before simon stuck his fingers in the poor man's open, drooling mouth, and then you couldn't process anything other than your tears and the overwhelming urge to kick simon's head in.

but just because you weren't too pissed at johnny, that didn't mean the other two members of the team were okay with it. after all, this was his punishment just as much as simon's. what good would it be if he got away with every little thing he did?

"take good care of him, will ya?" price hums, patting kyle's back. the latter nods obediently and mutters a hoarse yessir, already eager to get his hands on the bastard and ruin him.

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johnny doesn't know how long they've been at it; he only remembers kyle giving him a very brief, sweet kiss before he was pushed down on the bed and his pants were being tugged off, long forgotten on the floor of kyle's room.

"garrick, fuck—" he wheezes, fighting against the urge to roll his hips up. he received a slap to his cock along with a harsh hair pull when he first tried that and had no choice but to take kyle's snarled warning to heart. fuck, he's sweating so much, globs of pre-cum and lube creating a filthy, sticky mess all over his lap and the bed as kyle works his hands over his weeping cock.

"can't keep it in your pants, eh? jus' had to let this cock o'yours think for you," kyle teases, drinking in the way it twitches and spills in his hands. "and you upset the poor bird—sweet thing was all dewy-eyed. that what you were going for, tavish?"

before johnny can deny his words, the fist that holds his cock in an iron grip begins gliding up and down, and he just about chokes at the feeling of kyle's palm sliding over his sensitive tip.

"c— cannae take it, garrick, please—"

"i asked you a question."

"nae, for fucks sake!" johnny cries, letting out a pitiful little whine when the latter squeezes tight, almost too painful for him to handle. he whimpers out a soft sorry and grits his teeth when kyle clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

"behave. should be thankful 's me and not the cap, or even ghost." kyle huffs, loosening his grip just a little. "better hope he's nice to you at training tomorrow after his lil meeting with the captain."

tears clump johnny's eyelashes together as he's denied yet another orgasm, thighs shaking and chest heaving when kyle removes his hands right before he can peak, cock twitching uncontrollably on his belly. "'m sorry, kyle, jus' wanna cum," he groans, loud and unabashed. his hands itch to grab onto the other, but he's not allowed to touch, so he settles for putting on a pathetic display of rolling his hips, poor cock bouncing against him. the movement feels good, but it's not enough, and he swears he'll get himself off if kyle denies him again.

"you solid?" kyle's sweet voice melts away the heavy feelings swirling in johnny's chest, and he nods, forcing his hips to still. "need words, mactavish."

"i'm fine." johnny musters up what he hopes is an acceptable answer, not keen on being edged any longer.

kyle hums, sliding his hand over johnny's thighs, eyes trailing down appreciatively at the mess they've made. "i could let you cum, but..." he sucks in a breath—at the same time, johnny lets out a soft groan, warm hands working his cock again. "i'm a bit offended, soap. was i not good enough last time we shagged? is that why you went after ghost?"

"yer wrong, gaz, it isnae my fault—"

"shut it," kyle snaps, squeezing a fist around the head, fluids coating his hand as johnny thrashes against the bed. "i thought i was a good lay, apparently not. or are you that much of a slag?" kyle croons condescendingly, chuckling lowly at the sounds tearing through the other's throat and the desperate shakes of his head, denying it.

his poor cock's not helping his case, though. it throbs intensely at the dirty words and drips all over kyle's pretty hands, balls aching for release.

"is that it, johnny?" he purrs lowly, sliding up next to johnny on the bed, hand still wrapped tightly around his cock. he leans down to kiss him, swallowing all the sweet little sounds spilling out johnny's mouth. his hand moves a little faster, granting the smallest amount of relief, but it's just not enough.

when they break apart, johnny grits out his denial. he knew that simon had a sweet thing at home, but he was told that she was okay with it. he's not totally at fault; it's all simon.

gaz just tuts when he attempts to explain.

(johnny does feel guilty, though; he didn't stop his lieutenant from ravaging him right in front of you or shy away from your gaze. in fact, he became even more shameless, shoving his hips back and whining out barely coherent apologies. he hopes you'll let him make it up to you properly some day. preferably between your legs.)

"nah, i think you're jus' greedy. is it cause i'm not taken? that why you said yes to ghost?" kyle huffs, cruelly twisting his fist around the head of johnny's cock. the pretty smile on his face sharpens into something mean at the broken sob he gets in return.

johnny doesn't know anything anymore; he can't even decipher left from right. all he can process is kyle lifting his hand off a second too late and the unsatisfying feeling of a ruined orgasm rolling over him in ferocious waves, not nearly enough to satiate him for even a moment.

kyle shushes his heavy sobs, whispers promises that he'll let him cum next time as he slides down the bed, and picks his sensitive cock back up. this time, kyle actually puts his mouth on him, searing hot and so soft, and johnny's seeing white.

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kyle shoving his long, slender fingers down your throat until you’re gagging and crying. Your own hands are wrapped around his wrist, but you’re not trying to pull away - if anything you’re shoving them deeper

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Gaz being Gaz

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IN LOVE

vampire!Gaz.

but hear me out. he has a strict moral code. a very, very thin line on which he walks, according to his carefully structured guidelines.

when he meets you, it's almost like those suddenly go up in flames. he doesn't abandon them, sure. and you don't ask him to.

but it's really damn hard, when he's got you sweet and pliant like this, fangs softly dragging against your throat.

you gulp, lips parting in a ghostly little gasp you can't hold back. "I thought... I thought you didn't feed from the throat." you manage in a raspy, almost too quiet question.

"Startin' to wonder why.." he groans, hands tightening at the edge of your jaw, holding you in place with a strength that has you almost seeing stars.

"Kyle," you whimper, because his fang nicks at your neck, and you can feel the slightest sting of pain starting to bloom in your pristine skin.

"Too dangerous," he mutters, more to himself. his lips close, and then pucker against your skin, leaving a slight, devastating kiss to your trembling shoulder. he heaves a sigh. "You're too fucking dangerous, bunny."

you don't know what to say, but you squeeze the nape of his neck, where your hands are intertwined.

"I could kill you—" his voice sounds restrained. sharp. a bit like he's trying not to scare you, but also trying to get his point across. "Bite right here—" another kiss, this one on the skin where shoulder and neck meet. "right here. and it would be over."

"I trust you." you do. implicitly. Gaz has never once out your life in danger — never once has even hinted at being a dangerous person. but your pulse races, and he feels it under his lips.

"Stupid, stupid little bunny." he coos, as if faced with a broken lesser animal. heat swoops in your tummy.

"Kyle," you whine, this time trying to get him to do something — anything.

he shushes you. raises his head and presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Come on." his hand leaves a sharp little tap on your thigh. "On the bed. I'm hungry."

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E, K, O, R, S, and V Gaz.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - NSFW Alphabet

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's fairly experienced with quickies/one night stands, but not actual relationships. Once you start an actual relationship with each other he has to get used to more than just fucking and never seeing each other again. But, he loves it, getting to know everything that makes you tick.

He knows what he's doing enough to make you cum, but as you date each other longer he can have you seeing spots behind your eyelids with how hard you cum.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink - Kyle lives for being praised, and that definitely carries over to the bedroom. He wants to know how much you love him, how good he feels, how good you feel because of him.

Overstimulation/Dumbification - Fuck him until all he can think about is you. He likes to get away from the pressures of work, and he trusts you completely to take care of him once he's too far gone to think properly.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He's 50/50. If he's receiving Kyle is an absolute wreck, unable to control his hips from jerking if you're giving him a blowjob and can't stop the way he tightly fists your hair when you're going down on him.

If he's giving he's pulling out all the stops, taking you down his throat, letting you fuck into his mouth until he's gagging and tears are gathering in his eyes. Prefers giving you oral as a lead up to fucking him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's willing to try the majority of things once. If it's something he thinks he definitely won't like he won't try it. He can be convinced to take risks if he's horny enough, but if anyone catches you two fucking, he's going to need to take a break from anything risky for a while until he can get over his embarrassment.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Depends how quickly you're making him cum. He can cum 2/3 times in succession if you keep going, but after the 3rd time he's starting to reach his limits. You can maybe wring a 4th orgasm out of him, but after that he's done. If you're determined to torture him throughout the night, with ample time to recover in between rounds he can go all night, just don't expect much from him the next day.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He moans quite loudly, to the point where he usually tries to muffle them. If you make it so he can't, by holding his wrists behind his back for example, he'll try to hold them in, but with the way you're pleasuring him they always slip out. I think he also curses a lot, no other words can tell you how he's feeling other than a 'Fuck' or 'Shit'.

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(gn!reader, mdni 18+ | tw: dubcon)

going on a camping trip with gaz and having to share a sleeping bag with him at night

somehow you'd forgotten yours, even though you swore you had it with you when you were loading up the car. it was nighttime and it was cold and dark and had gaz not offered to share then you'd most certainly frozen to death (as if he'd let that happen).

"sharing body heat is most effective," he'd told you. and you were in no position to argue. plus that kind smile of his and the way he lifted the opening of the sleeping bag for you to crawl into? how could you deny that offer?

but the innocent cuddling just wasn't enough. the breeze kicking into the tent and through the opening of the sleeping bag has you shuddering against him. the sleeping bag wasn't able to accommodate two people, after all. that prompts gaz to start lightly rubbing his hands over your arms, "to stay warm, spread heat." he said. and then trailing down to your sides and as far down he could reach on your legs because he said he wanted to cover as much area as possible. even though his hands were lightly grazing every so often against your ass.

handsy, handsy, handsy. just wants to make sure you're warm! but are you still chilly? isn't that what the goosebumps are from? maybe your clothes are just in the way. he coaxes you to take off your shirt, proves that you'll be much warmer with direct skin contact by smoothing his palms over your back, your stomach, and trailing up towards your chest...

it's hot all of a sudden, a little too hot. and maybe that's what clouds your judgement because you agree. and gaz couldn't get your clothes off any quicker. it's hard at first because you don't get out of the sleeping bag. gaz's hands work calmly and efficiently, tracing over your skin and undressing the both of you.

"feel better?" he asks you with a smooth voice in your ear. his skin is so warm against yours and you're practically shuddering from his lips grazing your ear. he hugs you so tightly and those hands don't stop roaming. he's spreading the heat and those goosebumps on your skin only seem to convince him that this isn't working.

he keeps saying that you need to move to generate heat, that's why he's moving his hips like that. might as well move his hips and his hands to be as efficient as possible.

you're overheating at this point. and he's just... grinding so deliciously that it makes your head foggy enough to let him do more. so maybe, just maybe, you'll allow him to get even closer. somehow he tells you that you need to get even closer to get warmer. you aren't sure how that's possible until you feel him prodding at you. when did he pull your underwear down? just barely enough to slip himself out and in between your thighs.

yeah? yeah, baby does that feel good? nice and warm? well, can you do a favor and keep him warm? gaz thinks it's only fair. after all, he's shared his sleeping bag with you and went through all this effort just to keep you warm maybe you can help him out in return.

and god, it's hot. the way he pushes in so slowly, fills you up so completely. he groans, says it feels good. nice, warm, tight. he can't help himself when he starts bucking his hips. you're shivering so he needs to move, does he not? needs to keep you warm, right?

he'll make sure you're warm and satisfied until the sun's up. and hopefully by then you won't see your sleeping bag stuffed in the trunk of the car when you're packing up to leave.

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sex pollen trope where you're the one affected, having been exposed to some dense gas while on an op that felt like harsh sandpaper across your throat and lungs, and now you're a feverish mess on some ratty cot in a safe house and with only ghost as company, it's miserable, as the saying goes.

hair sticking to your sweaty skin, plastered onto your forehead and neck, every swallow feeling like you've got a mouthful of sand, your fluttering pulse wild and deafening in your ears, and the throbbing ache deep in your core, the blistering heat right below your navel— it'd only been uncomfortable in the beginning, the faint throbbing incredibly familiar, but the more you ignored it, the worse it got.

and now you're here, with arousal sticking your underwear to your pussy, unable to do anything about it because your lieutenant is seated in a corner that lets him have both you and the front door within his line of sight. a quick, discreet rub under your clothes is not an option.

someone put you out of your foggy misery.

"squirmin' like a worm on a 'ook isn't gonna help." his staring doesn't either, yet he does it anyway.

"got to make sure ya aren't dyin' on me." you want to snap that you don't think proof of life is on the darkened stain between your legs, the retort pressed behind clenched teeth but another thick wave of bestial need rolls over you and god, you're about to shove your hand into your underwear, propriety be damned—

"best you don't do tha'." why the fuck not? "you'll only get relief for a moment 'fore it comes back twofold." he says as if he's reading off the morning paper and not watching you fight tooth and nail to not fuck yourself against the pillow your head is on. (soap's offer to be friends with benefits is only looking better by the hour.)

you hastily decide that it'll be better than nothing. you'll just have to rub your pussy raw until this drug runs its course and you're telling him to piss off or don't, but you've had enough. you're stuck here with him anyway, no flight home until the morn and you're not about to spend it writhing around.

"if tha's wha' you want," ghost bites his gloves off, spitting them out onto the ground before curling his hands around your ankles and dragging you toward him. "i will help." your entire world narrows down to the feel of him touching your skin, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of your pants, and you almost kick him in the mouth trying to get them off faster.

"but 'm not fuckin' you." the bite of disappointment is quickly forgotten, his breath warm against your slick pussy, and after three quick glides of his tongue over your pearl, your orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of pleasure so potent it stung.

in less than a minute you're burning again, need thrumming through you and with the heady push and drag of his middle finger over your sensitive nerves, curling in you until he can fit two, three—

you're lost.

(ghost telling you that he's not doing anything else because if he's going to fuck you then you're going to remember it falls on ringing ears.)

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Soap putting you in a headlock when fucking you into the mattress, his chest against your back as his hips snap against the fat of your ass. You're clawing against his forearm which only makes him chuckle and comment about how feisty you are while he hits so deep inside you that you damn near scream.

Biting down hard enough to leave indents on his bicep and not letting go until he uses his other hand to wrench your head away by your hair with a snarl. Snapping your jaw at him while he stares down with feral blue eyes, "Ye wannae play rough?"

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Kyle, that evil fucker, mirrors every reaction you make.

He's got your knees pushed back as far as they'll go, and as that gasp slips out of you, he's right there, copying it. He slides into you slow, whining just like you do, a smug chuckle slipping out while he presses his forehead to yours.

"Ah, ah-" His voice matches yours, mocking, his mouth twisting into a grin.

When you turn your head away, embarrassed, he grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense, brown eyes. He loves when you pout, his brow furrowing, mimicking your frustration with cruel precision.

"What's wrong? Want me to stop?" That grin stretches wide across his face when you shake your head desperately.

"No, no, no-" he mocks, voice high-pitched, laughing at the way you crumble under him.

But the second you clamp down on him in that way, he's all nods and hums, pleased, grinding into you until your legs shake. Then he's back at it, slamming into you again, panting just like you, throwing a mean laugh when you curse at him.

"Fuck me? Yeah, fuck me?" His voice is biting, playful, right before he sinks his teeth into your neck and pounds harder into the spot that makes everything go white.

He only gets serious when you're teetering on the edge. You're breathless, pleading, telling him exactly what you need, and he's listening, nodding like he's taking orders.

"Right here? Like that? C'mon, use your words."

And when you finally tip over, he's right there with you, pulling back just enough to mirror your face. Brows furrowed, jaw slack, breathless. Not to tease, but because the pleasure's consuming him too. Maybe even more.

//shout-out to @kyletogaz for the whole kyle mimicking thing that I haven't been able to get out of my head//

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fae prince!gaz… <3

cws: drugging/aphrodisiacs (faery food), intoxication, dubcon, fae promises wink wink

fae prince!gaz who’s been watching you from the woods beside your countryside airbnb, who waits until the night you venture outside in the darkness to cast his spell.

stumbling upon his faery ring in the english countryside, you step into it before you realize what you’ve done. the beautiful, inhuman man in the middle of the circle seems delighted by this, immediately taking your shaking form in his arms.

he produces a lovely looking fruit from his pocket, holding it up towards your firmly closed mouth. the smile he’s had since you got caught in the ring only gets bigger as he croons, “come on, little human. it will be the best fruit you’ve ever had. don’t you want to dance with me?” you look up at him and his cat-like eyes, and suddenly it seems like such a good idea… maybe one bite won’t hurt. as your lips close around the skin of the fruit, sweet juice bursting onto your tongue, gaz’s eyes flash. “yes, good, sweetling.”

you dance together until you feel a heat beginning between your legs, so sudden and sharp it makes you stumble in his arms. gaz’s face contorts into faux concern, asking you if you’re alright. as you look at him the heat only surges, becoming a roaring fire. he’s so beautiful. you need him.

gaz seems to sense this, his lock of concern morphing into something feral and wild.

“come on, little human. kiss me, and it’ll all feel better. i promise you.”

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nothing explicit but minors dni regardless!! +18 gaz teaching you how to really kiss. sitting on the edge of your bed while he sits next to you. you'd only briefly mentioned how you'd never been given much of a chance to learn to kiss besides a few pecks from exes that left you wanting for more. (or the one time you asked soap to teach you and it felt like he was trying to eat your face.) you wanted to learn how to take the lead and just savor the moment. and gaz is just all too ready to help.

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day 23 - semi-public [g.g.garrick]

kyle “gaz” garrick x fem!reader

content warnings; fucking in an alleyway, p in v, almost caught (by a stranger)

notes; i use shh too much in my writing

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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“oh fuck, kyle,”

“shh, i know, baby,”

you’d been teasing kyle all evening, from “accidentally” flashing him right before you’d had to leave, to sliding your hand just a little too far up his thigh when you were sat in the pub. it had gotten to the point where even johnny was giving him concerned looks, going as far as asking if he was okay after his breath had hitched suddenly, adjusting his trousers to try and hide the way his cock had chubbed up under your touch.

eventually reaching his limit, he’d dragged you outside, pulling you into a nearby alleyway before pushing you against the wall, mouth moving against yours, devouring you as his fingers encased your neck, gentle pressure against the sides.

you squealed when he lifted you up, legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he pulled your thoroughly soaked underwear to the side, pulling out his cock to rub the tip against your dripping slit, slowly pushing in to your tight heat, letting out a low groan against your lips.

his thick cock near split you open, cunt pulsing to try and accommodate him, head tossing back with a muffled moan, hand covering your mouth as a poor attempt of staying undiscovered.

“gotta keep quiet, dollface. don’t want one of the boys seeing y’like this, do ya?”

“no, just you, only you,”

his hand gripped at your ass for leverage, face buried in the juncture of your neck, panting and gasping into the damp skin, balls slapping against the fat of your ass.

your eyes watered at the overwhelming feeling of him pounding his hips into you, mixed with the curly, wiry hairs above his dick brushing against your pearl with each thrust, whining quietly into the dark alley.

you both stilled when a man came round the corner, only a couple of meters away. the dark lighting just about covered you, but you met kyle’s gaze with wide eyes, palm still covering your mouth, his dick still fully bottomed out in you.

the man stumbled around, before unzipping his fly and taking a leak, piss splattering on the ground as he muttered to himself. you struggled to hold in your laugh, both from the absurdity of the situation and some of the words that came from his mouth.

finally letting out your giggles when the man left, kyle chuckled with you and sighed a breath of relief, moaning at the way you clenched down on his length with each laugh. he was unable to help himself and quickly resumed his movements, too caught up in the feel of you to laugh at the way you whimpered in surprise, fingers clutching at his shirt.

“m’close, can’t hold back much longer,” he warned, hips stuttering against yours.

just about managing to gasp out a little ‘me too’, your legs shook as you gripped desperately at him, pleasure almost too much to bare. loud moans filtered through your palm as skilled fingertips swirled figure eights on your clit, you sloppily rolled your hips back against his, meeting his thrusts.

“come on, baby, wanna feel ya cumming round my cock. let go f’me,”

brain short circuiting, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, electrifying pleasure washing over you as you came together, your pulsing cunt filled with the pearly cum spurting from his tip.

you went slack in his arms, foreheads pressed together as your chests heaved from exertion, watching each other with half-lidded eyes.

he carefully placed you down, pulling your underwear and skirt back in place before putting his cock away. he kept you close to him, peppering kisses on whatever bare skin he could find as you readjusted yourself, stroking over the wild tendrils of your hair.

“was that okay, sweet girl?”

“eh, mediocre at best,” you winked, turning to go back into the pub with wobbly legs and his cum dripping down your thigh.

he followed after you, snorting when you nearly fell over as your legs gave out, “y’cheeky little shit.”

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john making simon watch you get the pounding of your life because the two of you got into a nasty little argument, resulting in simon taking his anger out on johnny's ass.

he didn't even stop when you walked into your shared bedroom to see johnny getting his back blown out by your man. he only ordered you to sit and watch as johnny's moans and whines and the sounds of skin slapping filled the room, cum and drool staining your sheets.

simon had the audacity to groan when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, bottom lip quivering. he always did get off on making you cry.

now he sits with a hard, leaking cock, hands restrained behind the back of the chair as he's forced to watch you get fucked by his captain. despite the way he snarls and grits his teeth, he still twitches and drools in his pants when your cunt gushes around john's cock for the nth time, the desperation to join becoming unbearable. it doesn't help that you're making the prettiest noises, writhing as john folds you into full nelson, your body on full display. simon's seething, so pissed off because he can't touch himself, and he can't even lap at your sloppy pussy or suck on your pretty clit.

"dirty mutts like you get nothin'," john barks when simon pathetically demands to be allowed to touch you, his hips effortlessly working to bring you over the edge again. "you'll never fuckin' learn if i don't teach you how to play nice with your toys; what kind of captain would i be, eh?"

you're babbling incoherent nonsense, not a thought in your head as john's gravelly voice coos sweet things into your ear, calling you his perfect girl while he kisses away your tears. you feel like you're floating right up into the ether, another orgasm ripping through you when he rubs tight, firm circles over your sensitive clit, drool running down your chin at the immense pleasure tingling all over your body.

you aren't sure if you actually heard it before you passed out in john's arms at the end of it all, but you swear he grunted, "i fuckin' own you, so i own her. my pretty pussy, my pretty girl."

(meanwhile, kyle's sorting johnny out in another room, edging him nice and long for being such a slut. if he wanted a good fuck, kyle was right there, and he's feeling offended.

"is it cause i'm not taken?" kyle huffs, cruelly twisting his fist around the head of johnny's cock and grinning meanly at the broken sob he gets in return.)

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18+ MDNI — soapgaz x f!reader

boyfriends soap and gaz who have a habit of sending each other videos of themselves having sex with you. not in a braggy, "haha she prefers my dick" type of way, but more like a "dude look how hard she came when i touched her like this, you gotta try it, man" way.

boyfriends soap and gaz who have a groupchat for you to send your nudes so they can jerk off together.

boyfriends soap and gaz who are supposed to be giving you attention but they can't stop kissing each other when they're between your legs.

boyfriends soap and gaz where one of them positions you perfectly—holding your legs apart, angling your hips just right, keeping your head steady, holding your tits in place, etc—just to watch the other man lose his mind over how good you feel.

boyfriends soap and gaz that turn any friendly competition into an excuse to fuck you first.

boyfriends soap and gaz where one of them always has a hand under your shirt while the other always has a hand in your pants.

boyfriends soap and gaz who rile each other up by talking about how tight and wet you are; sometimes they end up fucking each other to the thought of you.

boyfriends soap and gaz who always make special requests of the other man to fuck you when one of them is away. basically making specialized porn for them to watch when they miss you.

boyfriends soap and gaz <3