Sleeping Beauty [soapgaz X Reader]

sleeping beauty [soapgaz x reader]

summary: soap and gaz strike the jackpot. you end up being on the unlucky end of the draw. so is it a good thing that you don't know it?

pairing: soapgaz x f!reader

warnings: noncon, smut, oral (f), fingering, masturbation (m), piv, anal fingering, anal sex, soapgaz being absolute fiends, somno, throuple, etc yada yada yada.

notes: mind the tags. based on this thot that just never leaves me in peace. also @mikichko's drabble spawned these filthy thots so say thank you Kiko🍃 btw i'm that anon who said that fic got me wet

the two of them stopping dead in their tracks when they notice that someone's home because this wasn't part of the fucking plan. they were just gonna grab a few things and go but the little bird returned to her nest sooner from her girl's trip and they didn't notice? they should change course and get out while they still can.

but—

"gaz." soap taps his arm. "take a look at this."

he picks up the bottle of pills. the name written in small letters. sedatives.

which means their plan is back in motion because no matter how much noise they make, you won't wake up.

gaz doesn't know why he gravitates towards you. his hand softly caressing your cheek as he admires your peaceful expression.

"she's out cold." he muses.

soap ends up on the other side of the bed to stare at you. "well, ain't she a bonnie lass..."

he's not wrong. they pull down the blanket to get a better look at you and both of them inhale sharply.

your tits are outlined by the dark silk you're wearing. nipples pebbling due to the cold air seeping in through the open window. your nightdress had ridden up to show a pair of pretty panties snug on your ass.

"fuck..." what a vision you are.

surely, they can take one more souvenir from you.

one man carefully lifts your hips while the other slips off your panties and immediately brings them to his nose while palming himself. "god, fuck, she smells so good."

gaz turns his head back to you and realizes that's a grave mistake. the sight that greets him sends him straight down the rabbit hole. your legs are parted. night dress up to your thighs. he knows you're now bare under there. nothing underneath. naked. vulnerable.

his body moves before his mind even registers. he plants a knee on the bed, hands spreading your legs and pushing up the silk to your hips. his mouth waters when he finally sees your pussy.

they weren't supposed to. truly. this wasn't part of the plan. but gaz's tongue swipes through your cunt and it all goes downhill from there. your scent goes to his head almost immediately and clouds any coherent thought he had. his nose presses snugly against your clit as he scissors two fingers inside you until your pussy starts to weep and contract.

soap pushes him to the side, muttering something about having a turn to properly taste you and both of them find themselves taking turns licking your cunt until she's wet and pulsing around their fingers.

it's soap who gets the bright idea to undo gaz's zipper and start jerking him off while you're getting eaten out by the latter. his tongue swirling heavily around your bud, wet and needy and eager to draw out your essence.

you may not be awake but you're definitely somehow aware of what they're doing to you. gaz drags his fingers in and out of you, slowly opening you up, slowly taking you apart. your slick coats his digits until they're shiny and you start to clench around them.

the small noise you make when you cum freezes both of of them. they watch him awe as your body spasms under the weight of your pleasure, your pussy blossoming under his touch, unaware of the danger you're in.

"she didn't..." gaz speaks first, quietly, still in shock from what he just witnessed.

"aye, i think she did." soap adds next to him. a silent moment passes before he smirks, "wanna try again just tae make sure?"

he knows gaz wants to. the man's cock pulses thickly in his hands as he slowly starts stroking him again.

gaz groans but eventually pries soap's hands off of him. he tucks his cock back in his pants and plants a wet kiss on soap's lips. one of them has to be rational. they've already spent too much time here. "we're already late. we have to go."

oh, but they're not gone for long. they stake out your apartment a few days later. scoping you out, watching you. one sucking the other off while the other describes what they'd like to do to you. soap wants to fuck you over the counter. that little apron you wear stays on while he batters your pussy until your hips are bruised. gaz wants to take you on the couch. face down, ass up while you scream into the cushions.

they know you've taken your pills and they wait impatiently. both of them damn near salivating at the thought of getting their hands on you again. once you're down and out, they pop open your window and slip into your place.

this time, they do a little more than eat you out.

soap jerks his cock near your breasts now exposed after he pulled down the front of your nightgown. gaz rubs the tip of his cockhead through your folds with a heavy curse under his breath when he grazes your swollen clit. his breath caught in his lungs as he watches the way your cunt blossoms with slick, reacting to him the way he silently demands.

this is so wrong.

so so wrong—

"fuck her." soap growls while furiously fisting his cock above the rise and fall of your exposed breasts.

"no." comes gaz's immediate gravel voice. he glares at the Scot, nearly wishing death upon him for such a stupid idea. "and don't you dare leave any cum on her tits, otherwise we'll both get caught."

"just the tip, then." soap counters, unbothered by the threat. gaz is quiet for a minute. "c'mon... ye know ye want to."

it's bad enough that they're already toeing the line. no amount of soap's incessant jeering could get him to cross it but... but maybe...

he taps his cock, hot and heavy between your pussy lips and it makes those nasty wet noises that made them both groan out loud. the kind of sounds that are too obscene to speak of in polite conversation. soap urges him to get on with it. gaz finally notches the tip right at your opening and rubs your clit while giving a few shallow thrusts. maybe that'll be enough.

that alone is enough to warrant a small mewl out of you that halts both of their movements. you don't move. you don't wake. but they heard it. they see your expression pinching in your sleep. you're enjoying this. gaz inhales deeply and resumes his short thrusts.

"poor sweet thing." soap gripes, amused as he reaches to squeeze and pluck your hardened nipple. "she must be close."

your airy sigh is heard and it doesn't frighten them as much this time. in fact, it encourages them. soap eagerly rolls his thumb on your nipple while muttering filth under his breath.

"tha's it. just like tha..." he moans and it's filthy, it sends goosebumps up gaz's arms. "can ye cum jus' from tha', bonnie? i bet ye can."

to gaz's surprise, soap leans away from you all of a sudden and came to stand behind him. a hand reaches around him to slip two fingers inside your weeping slit, pumping in and out to draw out more of your slick. soap then uses it to rub his own shaft and goes back for more.

soon, gaz shudders as feels his ass being spread and fingers nudging his hole. he lets out a loud moan when a finger slips in. soap's mouth sucks a bruise onto his skin as his fingers press deeper inside and adds another one, moving slowly moving them in and out.

gaz stays still and makes the mistake of letting soap replace those deft fingers with his cock instead. because soap punches his hips a little too fast that it pushed gaz further into you with a groan.

the first time made him hiss. the second one a little too sharp for it not to be an accident, the momentum driving him deeper inside your pussy.

"soap-" gaz grunts sharply, trying to push back against him. he only manages to sink soap's shaft deeper inside his tight hole. he glares at the grinning Scot. "quit it."

soap retaliates by snapping his hips. harder this time. the impact of it nearly sends gaz falling on top of you as he plants his hands on either side of your head and catches himself but he feels it. his cock slipping deeper, halfway inside you, in fact.

your pussy instinctively sucks him in, fluttering and welcoming him with a pulsing heat that goes straight to his head. a soft mewl slips from your pretty lips, your brows furrowing deeply.

"ye're in too deep." he growls lowly, dragging his hand under gaz's shirt and pressing against his chest, his stomach as he rocks back and forth. "ye have tae fuck her now."

he's not wrong. it's too late to stop now. he's had a taste, a glimpse of how good it can be. there's no trying to rationalize a quick escape again, not like last time. there's no going back now.

gaz pushes your leg up until it's thrown over his shoulder while the other is pinned to the bed and he sinks in as deep as he can, right down to the hilt. you're limp. pliant under their weight. your body rocking up and down with each heavy thrust, a soft sigh escaping your lips each time. soap presses himself flush against his ass and they work in tandem, forming a rhythm that spawns breathy moans out of you.

"listen." gaz pants. "hear that?"

the squelching sounds of your cunt, the noises rising from your throat. you were flourishing, despite the deep hold your slumber had you in.

"she fucking wants this." soap reaches for your bare tit and squeezes without missing a beat.

gaz grunts in response, adding, "look at her. she's beggin' for it."

you are. you're drenched and you're squeezing his shaft too tightly not to think otherwise. you want this. you need this. badly. you're so close, they can both practically taste it. your moans become louder and more frequent with each push and pull from both of them, drawing them closer and closer to their end as well as yours.

gaz's thumb cards through your folds, collecting the wetness gathered there and rubbing tight little circles around your swollen clit. your hiccup prompts soap's pace to go faster and harder, pushing you all to the very edge.

"cum inside her." soap rasps so suddenly, the thought makes gaz's head spin as he shakes his head.

"we don't know if she's on-"

"if ye won't breed that cunt, i will." there was a moment of silence on gaz's end with only the salacious noises in the air. "cum inside. i'll lick it off right after, she won't know-"

soap's cut off by your sudden cry and just like that, the dominos fall in place. gaz's hips stutter with a sharp groan, cock sputtering ropes of cum deep inside your cunt. and soap follows just as quickly, his voice grating through the atmosphere as he cums inside his lover. all three of you locked in a hazy cycle of destructive pleasure that brought you all to the end.

soap made good on his promise and bent down to lick the soaking mess between your thighs once gaz moved out of the way and laid next to you. slurping up every bit of cum that oozed out of your pretty pussy like he was made for it.

"you're a terrible influence, mactavish." he muses softly while admiring your sleeping form. still in disbelief that you slept through that. whatever medication you're on his strong.

"aye." soap kisses him, sliding his tongue in his mouth. "but ye love me for it."

unbeknownst to you, that was far from the last time they came to visit.

i... i have no words.

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dont tell soap how you used to have a crush on him as a kid. He will take it to mean you’re still into him and will introduce you to everyone as his girlfriend

I’ve been wanting to write Captain Daddy again for a while so… I DID. (Also I didn’t edit this at all really. I wrote it in a horny frenzy)

This is a free use scenario, so warnings and specific kinks below the cut. Have a picture of him if it’s not to your taste.

Content: Consensual Free Use, Healthy Polyamory, Safe/Sane/Consensual Sex, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Frotting, Rimming, Anal, PIV, Overstim, BDSM elements, aftercare.

It’s a basic fact that Castle is good to you.

Good to the entire team, really.

He’s patient but firm, direct but sincere. Looks out for his own without crossing boundaries - and the rare times he does, he takes responsibility and apologizes. A proud man, and only a little arrogant - it’s not unwarranted.

Even temporary placements on the team end up a bit starry eyed under his leadership. He’s certainly the best captain you’ve ever had.

He’s an even better partner.

No unilateral decisions or jealousy issues there, not at all. His needs tend to be contingent on everyone else’s being met. Water and food and rest for Nikto. Cuddles and affection to Nova. Quality time with Keegan. Reassurance and communication maintained with you.

He gives and gives and gives, looking out for your team with a keen eye and a gentle (or not so gentle) hand when needed. He’s protection, guidance, solace, and discipline all wrapped up into one delectable package. An anchor you’ve all happily tied yourselves to.

And then some days he just needs to provide.

He doesn’t want to make hard decisions, or think three steps ahead. The checks and balances of being captain tip a bit too far and he just wants things to be easy.

“Was thinking about wearing my bracelet,” he says one morning, voice still sleep rough.

Keegan’s eyes snap up from his oatmeal. You blink owlishly while Nova hums into her tea with intrigue. Nikto shifts and places a hand flat on the table.

For his part, Castle is as cool and calm as always. No special dressing or playacting around the offer. Just a statement to be answered in its own time.

“This weekend?” Nova asks.

Castle nods, mopping up egg yoke with his toast. “Figure we’ll start first thing Saturday morning and go through the evening,” he explains. “Spend Sunday recovering.”

“I’m down,” Keegan says instantly.

You snort and nudge him under the table. “Are you okay, cap?”

He smiles at you, affectionate. “All good, sunshine.”

“I will be minder,” Nikto pipes up.

Castle nods, takes a sip of coffee. “Nova will take over if you want a turn.”

Nikto grunts the affirmative.

By your side, Keegan presses his thigh into yours, arches his brows when he catches your eye. He’s already excited, and Saturday is still three days out. Christ, you’d better start hydrating now.

“Saturday, then?” Nova asks.

“Saturday.”

Castle has a bracelet. It's a woven leather band with a thick silver clasp. You don’t know where he got the base from, but the four charms that decorate it have been provided by each of you.

A silver circle cut from Nikto’s original dog tags. A skull for Keegan. A star for Nova. And a sunflower for you.

It’s replaced his thick sports watch come Saturday morning, wrapped tight around his wrist as he pours coffee.

“Good morning, Daddy,” you coo, worming between him and the counter (and his precious caffeine).

His shoulders already look looser, eyelids heavy with the clinging gossamer of sleep.

“Mornin’ Sunshine,” he murmurs, leaning in to press his nose against your cheek.

You giggle as his stubble scraps your jaw, contrasting the sweet, lazy kisses he trails up to your temple.

“Need somethin’?”

He’s already half-hard against your hip and your stomach flutters in response.

“Not yet,” you hum, scritching blunt nails through the shorn hair at the back of his head. “Have your coffee first.”

He grunts, curls an arm around your waist while he reaches past you to grab his mug. You know it’s scalding hot and bitter as hell, but you still lick into his mouth after his first sip.

“Thought you wanted me to have coffee first,” he rumbles, thumb sweeping over your hip.

“What, I can’t have a bit of caffeine too?” you simper.

He snorts and hauls you over to the couch, plops down with a groan while you curl into him. He doesn’t put on the news like usual, just hands you the remote to put on whatever catches your fancy.

While you two snuggle, the others begin wandering in.

Nova, freshly showered from her morning jog in the gym. Nikto, brewing a double-strong cup of tea, only a fabric mask to cover the lower half of his face today. Keegan is in last, no mask in sight for once, just a loose t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Who’s that fine looking man?” you catcall, grinning when he shoots you an exasperated look.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he replies.

While you listen to the others bustle about the kitchen, fixing up their breakfasts, your hands begin to travel.

Castle is built so thick, hard muscle and broad shoulders, barrel-chested. You trace over the scars hidden beneath his shirt, reading his history like braille. Trail down his abdomen, over the packed muscle beneath a healthy, hydrated layer of fat. Dance along the stretchy band of his exercise shorts, grinning into his shoulder when he widens his knees to give you better access. He’s gets harder as you tease, fingertips coasting over thick thighs.

“Done with coffee?” you ask.

He tilts the mug back and downs whatever is left like a shot. “Am now.”

You giggle, nipping at the corner of his jaw as you fish his cock out. No underwear, of course. Not today.

“Ooh, I love this set,” you coo, running your thumb over the first gold bar in his Jacob’s ladder.

He hums, laying his arm across the back of the couch behind you. Already pleasantly dazed, you think, tilting your head to kiss him.

“Getting daddy warmed up?” Nova asks, licking yogurt off a spoon.

You and Castle zero in on her pretty little tongue coated in white.

“Just playing right now,” you reply, shrugging, “but I can get him ready if you want something.”

She hums. “I’m pretty hungry this morning… don’t think this is gonna do it,” she says, shaking her fruit-laden yogurt meaningfully.

“Need something warm in your belly?” you tease, grinning.

“You know it, babes,” she agrees, winking.

You feel more than hear Castle groan, low and deep in his chest. When you glance at him, he’s tilted his head back against the cushions, watching you both lazily. He’s not even rocking into your hand, just breathing along to each slow stroke, even while his cock twitches hard.

By the time she finishes her breakfast, his dick is hot and leaky, the tip flushed bright. Nova lounges elegantly over your lap and dips her head, following your hand on the next downstroke with her mouth.

“Fuck,” Castle rasps.

She hums around his length, drawing back up with a lewd slurp.

“All day, Daddy,” she purrs.

You take the liberty of squeezing her gorgeous ass, since she’s so graciously draped herself across you. Pleased, she wiggles her hips, inviting you to take her tight leggings off. You peel them down to mid-thigh, groan softly at the slick already glistening on her skin.

“Want me to get you ready too?” You ask, feathering your fingers over her pussy lips.

Unwilling to part from Castle’s cock, she comes up enough to hum out an eager “mhmm” before swallowing him down again.

You work one, then two fingers into her, rocking them in and out at a steady pace while she bobs over his dick. When you scissor them to stretch her out a bit more, her hips jerk and Castle curses softly.

“Love breakfast with a view,” Keegan chuckles, taking a seat in the armchair nearby.

You make eye contact with him as you work a third finger into Nova, listening to her moan raw and needy when you curl them.

“You two are so fucking hot,” you sigh, twisting your wrist to rub leisurely circles around Nova’s clit.

“Not just those two,” Nikto rumbles, tugging your head back.

You gasp softly as he presses his thumb onto your tongue, pinning it to the floor of your mouth.

“You are full of energy today,” he observes. “Then we spar, da?”

You moan softly. On a day like today, there’s nothing you want more than to spar.

“Da, sudar,” you mumble.

He forces your mouth open wider and reaches for his mask. You close your eyes and stick out your tongue, make an absolutely obscene noise as he spits.

That seems to snap Nova’s patience. She’s scrambling up and it’s all you can do to help her while she kicks off her pants entirely.

Castle picks his head up just in time for her to sink onto his cock. She’s not slow or careful about it - doesn’t have to be. Not with the prep and how wet she is, and definitely not on a day when he’s not going to scold her for going too fast.

She wastes no time bouncing and rocking in his lap, gripping his wide shoulders for leverage. Nikto settles just behind you, where Nova’s legs had been spread. You lean back into him to watch, mind blank at the gorgeous display your partners make. Keegan really wasn’t kidding about the view.

You know she’s close when Nova grinds down. Castle does too and dips a hand down, pressing his thumb against her swollen clit. All it takes is a few more rocks of her hips and she’s gone, throwing her head back to keen high and sweet.

Castle is panting but still as she recovers, slumped against his chest to catch her breath. Keegan stands from the armchair and helps her off Castle’s cock - throbbing and harder than ever.

“Give,” Nikto says, holding out his arms.

Keegan deposits her gently into his lap, where she curls up with a content sigh.

When you turn back, Keegan’s already ducking down to lick and suck the combined juices from Castle length.

“Keegs, no fair,” you complain.

Without a word, he grabs your jaw and smashes your lips together, tongue-fucking the taste of Nova and Castle into your mouth. You moan and forget what you were so upset about in the first place.

During the team workout in the gym, you jump on Castle while he’s on the bench press. He quickly re-racks as you yank his waistband down, tucking it beneath his heavy balls.

His cock is laying flat against his stomach, never really stopped being hard from an hour ago. You straddle him and use his fat, pierced cock as a grind toy, frotting along each rung of his Jacob’s ladder and riding your clit on the head.

At some point, Nova joins you from the other side, bracing herself on the heavy bar to sit on his face. Castle moans while he lavishes her cunt, calloused hands spasming on your thighs. You exchange wet kisses with Nova over the length of his body until all three of you cum.

Keegan and Nikto haul you and Nova off respectively, sitting you both with water on the yoga mats while they help Castle finish his set.

Nikto pins you down for the third time, wrists at the small of your back and legs knocked out from under you, unable to get leverage. He calls Castle over and keeps you trapped there as your captain eats you out and fingers you.

Right as you’re nearing the edge, Keegan drops to his knees behind Castle, tugs his shorts down, spits on his ass, and slides home. The ragged groan your captain lets out sends you over, squirting all over his face and the sparring mats.

Nikto gently scoops you out from under him and delivers you to Nova for cleanup while Keegan pounds into Castle in the ring.

He’s barely gotten through any paperwork when you come strolling into his office, shoving files aside.

You make him fuck you on his desk, legs thrown over his shoulders and whimpering how your daddy is your favorite dildo. Rub your clit until it throbs, clenching down and refusing to cum until he does.

And then again from behind for Keegan to watch while you warm the head of his cock in your mouth.

While you lay sweating on the cool wooden surface, Keegan fucks his hand until he cums all over Castle’s dick and balls. Only for him to fuck it into Nova’s ass when she wanders in as well, eyes bright with desire.

He’s napping when you decide to ride him reverse cowgirl, wakes with a choked shout when you clench down hard. You’re not slow or careful about either, ramming yourself down the length of him with each rock of your hips.

“Fuck me!” you demand, scraping your nails down his thigh. “Want it hard and fast, daddy. Give it to me.”

And he does, grabbing your hips and manhandling you up and down his shaft. Snapping his hips up to meet you, absolutely brutal with it, just like you asked.

When you cum and he tries to slow down, you plants your hands on the bed.

“Don’t stop!” you snap. “Keep going, keep going. Want daddy to cum in me!”

He does with stuttering hips, hands finally beginning to shake.

Before dinner, Keegan fucks another load into Castle’s ass. And after, he licks it out again - while Nova holds your thighs open for Castle to warm your clit.

Nikto tsks at you for not finishing your veggies and spanks your asshole with Castle’s cock until you cum untouched.

At the end of the night, Nikto tucks you, Nova, and Keegan into bed. Washed and hydrated, any sore muscles massaged loose and gooey.

The three of you fall asleep to the soft sighs and whispered words of Nikto jerking his and Castle’s cocks off together.

They didn’t see each other for 3 days so it’s understandable that they crush each other 🫤

(NSFW)

Just because Simon and Johnny kidnapped you doesn’t mean they won’t treat you like a doll…

There’s no cold basement floor, no, you have the comfort of their soft bed to lay in. Handcuffs are unheard of, you’re tied up in silky ribbon. You’re given baths, despite against your will, with gentle hands.

It’s so hard not to fall for them when they kiss you softly on your forehead when you start to cry, missing your family and friends. They tell you that everything you need is here now.

And when you start to come around and stop crying, they fuck you gently and hold your hand through it. ❤️