#gazsoap

[yakowo]

the girls are fightinggggg (and making out after)!!!!🗣️

[singularity-sam]

I hope this helps!

Hi

I hope you are well ❤️

I need your help , if you can 🥺

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #618 )✅️

[baohanhanesel]

I offer you Handler Simon and his Sea sergeants...

I missed MerSoap and MerGaz so much y'all...

[nekrosmos]

I don't think I'll ever finish this WIP so have a little rough soapgaz piece I started a while ago <3

[thermiccircuits]

captain theyare NOT listening!!!

[not pictured here: tails wagging hard]

[vampire-matcha]

Thinking about getting picked up by Gaz and Soap at a bar for a threesome. You think theyre just two (insanely hot) bisexual boyfriends who wanted to pick up some pussy for a one night stand, but when they invite you to stay the night after the best sex of your life (because let's be honest, you couldn't have walked home if you tried,) you find yourself sandwiched between them for cuddles. Ok, sure. Its normal to cuddle after a hookup. But come morning, they both linger in bed with you, trapping you between them as the paw at your soft body.

They insist you stay for breakfast-or, well, lunch actually, because its afternoon by the time they let you escape their hold. Gaz insists that you shower in their bathroom while they cook in the kitchen, and Soap even gives you a new unused toothbrush, and sets out some sweatpants and a tshirt for you to wear. When you emerge all clean and fresh and dressed in their clothes ("oh you don't want to wear that tight sweaty dress from last night. These will be much more comfortable."), the three of you eat together. Just as you're about to thank them again and head out, they pull you to the couch and nearly beg you to stay and watch a movie with them.

Before you know it, you've found yourself in their bed again and spending the night. They keep finding more excuses for you to stay until it's sunday night and you really should be going because you have to work in the morning. Reluctantly, (and after just one more round with each of them) the take you back home.

That must be the end of it, right? Wrong. They text you asking what you're doing after work. They know this really cool speakeasy spot across town they just know you'll love. They can even pick you up from work! Oh please, lovie, they know it's only monday but won't you come out with them? No? Okay, okay, maybe tomorrow?

They wear you down and you dont know why you let them. Probably because you've never slept with anyone so gorgeous, let alone TWO of them. You agree to meet on Wednesday- and just one drink! You swear! But your resolve melts like butter in the sun and you fall back into their bed once again. And again and again, until you finally have to ask what their deal is.

"Oh, darling, didn't we say we were looking for a third?"

[laswells-ashtray]

"Mate, I got my cock pierced like two years ago. It hurts but it isn't that bad."

Soap lasts three seconds before his self-restraint breaks and he slaps Gaz's shoulder.

"Gimme a look, a've seen them in pornos, skuds an aw that shite but never like face tae face."

Gaz agrees. He's doing the other man community service, and he's proud of what he has. Why not show it off?

It's not like the decision doesn't benefit him because the Scot's eyes widen and a blush spreads across his cheeks as he glances between Gaz's face and the dydoe piercing.

"Ken, a've never sucked off a lad wae his cock pierced either."

[luxcuriousao3]

Gaz who did modeling when he was younger (he got scouted because like. Have you seen him?). The 141 is on a mission, and they're waiting out a storm in a safe house. There's a couple of old magazines lying around, and Soap starts paging through them to stave off the boredom. Imagine his surprise when he sees his best mate's face grinning back at him from the faded, glossy pages.

[tojisun]

johnny mactavish x kyle garrick x f!reader

tags: d/s (dom kyle, sub johnny, switch reader); smut; hinted subspace; mentioned daddy kink & puppy play

it comes in pieces—kyle slipping away from their huddle to make a call, a flash of someone johnny barely recognizes as kyle’s wallpaper, an aborted call of a name when kyle’s plastered as hell.

johnny knows that they all have things that they are keeping from each other—skeletons in the closet and prayers unsung—but johnny had always thought that he knew kyle the way others didn’t. that in the short run of their lives, his is tangled up with kyle’s in ways that mattered; of sleepless nights and whispered conversations, of the quiet comfort.

not really touching, johnny couldn’t permit enough of himself to do so, but close—hovering, breathing each other’s air, finding comfort in each other’s space.

he adored his friend in ways unfathomable, transcending languages and boundaries and labels. if he could, johnny knows that he would exist for kyle. be his cornerstone. his to come back to. his to make a home with.

but kyle’s made it with someone else; his jagged pieces sanded down—a sign of love, of growth, of comfort and protection. a sign of security, one that johnny was unable to fully promise to his friend. one that he feels is slipping from his grasp.

something dark succumbed to johnny then. something possessive and twisted—his jowls full of venom, waiting to be unleashed. he won’t hurt kyle, god knows he would rather die than do so, but—

curiosity is one hell of a drug, and johnny is desperate. needy.

then, he finds you.

oh, he thinks, watching, barely breathing. how beautiful.

kyle’s in his room when he returns. for a second, so quick and imperceptible, johnny forgets about everything and his whole being narrows down into kyle, the centre of his life. only—

“you’ve been scoping,” kyle says, greeting him.

he doesn’t look up from what he’s fiddling with. distantly, johnny realizes that it is everything johnny has of you—a nondescript, unnamed, and carefully stowed away file lest he makes the mistake of provoking kyle. he thought that he could keep it hidden for a while, until the turmoil churning can be put to rest, but kyle’s always known him; he’s always known which buttons to push, which strings to tug.

he’s always known johnny like the back of his hand.

“aye,” johnny replies, never having lied to kyle.

kyle hums, and finally looks at him. his gaze is a blank slate; a perfect mask. even his beautiful eyes are shielded, his thoughts locked away.

it makes johnny twitch.

kyle lets out a long breath. then, he chuckles and, softly, “took y’long enough, ‘tavish.”

oh.

johnny should have known that kyle will never leave him alone for too long. that he is—

loved.

kyle makes him watch, his hands bound behind his back. you are beautiful in your shy attempts of covering up, but kyle peels back your arms and shows you off to johnny. he tells him to look, to see how magnificent you are in your pleasure.

and you are. christ, you are.

heaving chest drawing johnny’s eyes to where your tits are bouncing before the mounds are hidden behind kyle’s big hands, cupping them and massaging, only for rough fingers to tug at your nipples and making you squeal. your thighs squeeze close but kyle spreads them open again with his own legs, showing off how wet you are.

your cunt’s all stuffed and dripping as kyle’s cock fucks in with deep strokes before pulling out. johnny’s throat constricts—kyle’s cock is shimmering with your slick, all glazed deliciously. he wants to taste. to swallow kyle and lap at your juices staining that pretty cock.

“look at him, love,” kyle rumbles, his words muffled from where his full lips are tracing kisses along the slope of your neck. “look at what y’do t’him.”

his hands fall from your tits to grip the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs even wider, letting some slick slip out from your slit. it makes johnny whimper—he could’ve licked that clean; he would’ve savoured that single dollop.

“shh,” he hears kyle say and it takes johnny an awfully long time to realize that it was directed at him. it makes johnny jump, arms tugging at his bindings for a quick second, forgetting who tied him up in the first place, before jolting to a stop at the narrowed eyes that kyle sends him.

“sorry,” johnny rasps out, his voice coming out serrated. “i— m’sorry, mo ghràdh.”

it makes kyle croon, and his voice rumbles out in a way that is so patient and tender that it threatens to choke johnny and tear him asunder.

“isn’t he such a good pup, darlin’?” kyle nudges at you.

johnny’s eyes lift up, locking on yours, and oh—

bright with wonder and sticky with yearning, you gaze back at johnny. he feels so untethered like this—from kyle’s heavy gaze and forgiving trill to your crinkled eyes and soft smile.

“so good,” you murmur, still breathless in your pleasure and thick with yearning and passion. he watches as you lean back, head tipping to graze your lips on the cut of kyle’s jaw. “thank you f’r the gift, daddy.”

and, oh you mean him. johnny is the gift.

kyle says something indecipherable as he begins to rock back in you, the two of you losing yourselves in each other’s embrace. johnny has been hard for hours but neither jealousy nor frustration fill him up because there is something so sacred in this act that he feels the tendrils of hymns forming on the back of his throat and rising to a crescendo.

please. soon. thank you. i want.

it is kyle who first takes him, coaxing johnny to slide his weeping cock into kyle’s loving throat. it makes johnny cry, tears building in the corners of his eyes. he needs something to ground him, to tether himself before he falls, and johnny finds it in your touch. you pull him in, turning his head so he can muffle his moans on your chest, and johnny feels something click into place.

something foggy rouses from the base of his spine, making everything feel more. the pleasure engulfing him, the warmth of kyle’s throat, the softness of your body—johnny feels all of them twice-fold.

like his strings have been pulled taut and they are on the brink of snapping. just one more bloating. just another peaking.

a summit of cataclysmic bliss is in the horizon—

then, he breaks.

johnny heard something wailing in the room. he doesn’t realize that it is himself, razed with an inexplicable euphoria that he feels like he is being undone and then remade—an upheaval of his soul.

simon looks at johnny once and grins. it is too wide and too mean and too dangerous.

“y’ve been tamed, ain’t you, john?”

johnny snaps his teeth at his lieutenant. he knows jealousy when he sees it.

next

[partiallysame]

Gaz is a dom. Mans will not sub for you. And if somehow you can convince him to give you an ounce of control he takes it away from you in no more than 4 minutes. But you are a switch and talked about that at the beginning of your relationship even if you have no chance to show it off. Skip to when you meet the 141 and the second you see Johnny you are eating him alive with your eyes. And maybe every time you hang out with them you come back home a lil more horny than usual. A little more bratty trying to force dominance than usual. Only after the second or third time you spend time with Johnny and then drag Kyle back to your bed does he put a few pieces together. He’s not sure whether to be mad that Johnny turns you on or thank him for the sex he gets after you see his team member. So he brings it up with you, his lips trailing up your neck to whisper in your ear “so you want my mate to fuck you?” And the laugh you let out disarms him. Bc what? So you turn to look at him “no Kyle. I don’t want Johnny to fuck me” and he’s questioning everything he knows he’s seen, all the looks. “I want to put Johnny on his knees. Make him cry. Make him beg to be touched.” And your boyfriend is choking on his spit. You can see the wheels turning. All the times you two came back home and you pushed him down on the bed just for him to flip you over. All the times you told him to “ask nicely” just for him to gag you. Ahhhhhhh. Now it’s clicking. And now it’s his turn to laugh because he knows you could break Johnny and he’d love every second of it. You know what, actually let’s call MacTavish rn.

[arualthefirst]

Tummy ache

[yakowo]

gym buddies 💪🏻

[gomzdrawfr]

Exploring Price’s attic

[baohanhanesel]

Pocky game? Saz? Gaz/Soap? If you do requests

Absolutely I do! I encourage everyone to send me requests. It doesn't matter how self indulgent they may sound, I LOVE HEARING ABOUT IT.

[shyravenns]

CoD desperately needs a beach day filler episode 😤😤😤

[thermiccircuits]

i keep trying to draw them kissing sloppy style but the fluffy doodles keep interrupting me