P! Twt Links Part 3

♥︎ p! twt links ♥︎ part 3 ♥︎

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY… ♥︎

older bf! simon making you cum

simon’s uncircumcised cock

squirting for simon

your simon’s fav sweet treat

kidnapper! simon fucks u in the forest

simon showing off to the boys

simon just likes having sex out in the wild ig

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE… ♥︎

john price is so good w his hands

slow morning sex w the captain

older bf! john takes you to a hotel

professor price milking your pretty cunt

riding your captains face

older neighbour! john busting ur door down after u send him this #real

yes john loves u in pink

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK… ♥︎

riding gaz in the barracks

legs up for gaz

gaz fucking and spanking his pretty girl

at home videos w gaz

gaz graces the gc w sneaky vids of u guys in bed

kyle was just so desperate he ripped your jeans

welcoming gaz home

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACATAVISH… ♥︎

morning sex w johnny

soap loves his girl in red

soap and you at the pool oops

johnny throat fucking you

soap is a kinky bastard

sex w a view or two for soap

1000% send this typa shit to the boys gc

wishing there was an uncensored male version :c

Inspired by that car scene in the fic sirius c by @ceilidho I read it last night and couldn’t get it out of my head so I had to sketch it 😩

I love every concept about the 141 and an American!reader.

Like there was a little blurb somewhere-if that’s what it’s called- where Gaz brings American!reader food from the US and they’re like “you need a body hidden? Dick sucked? I gotchu”

Rn I just saw a video of this American woman making tea in the microwave and her British husband was like “what the fuck are you doing?”

And tbh I can see that between Gaz or Ghost.

But both give different reactions.

Like Gaz will probably be more offended by it? Even though you’d have no clue if he’s being fr or not cause when does this mf ever have time for fucking tea?

“Get that shit out of there-“

“But I’m not done!”

“You are now!”

So now you have to wait for him to leave you be to make your tea. It just doesn’t taste the same how he makes it with the kettle.

One time you came in to a meeting with a cup of black tea and he glared at you until you sat down.

“Did you make it properly?”

“Oh yeah, most definitely.”

He doesn’t believe you. “Seriously? Alright so if I pick up that kettle on the stove it’ll still have water?”

“Nope I used it all.”

“You’re a bloody liar.”

Ghost on the other hand is just…astonished.

But for a much different reason.

Like he witnessed you put that kettle on the stove top. But then you just sit there to wait for it to heat up only to then later wait for the water sifting your tea to cool down????

Hello???

And then when it’s all cooled down and it’s been sitting there for almost two hours???! You just…you just pour a quarter of it into a cup of ice water????

“What the fuck are you doin’?”

“Making…tea?”

“It’s not even hot anymore.”

The two of you sit there just staring at eachother before you slowly nod. “Yeah…it’s iced…tea?”

“Iced fucking tea?” His voice gets about an octave higher.

Instead of answering him you just take a sip before grimacing. “Wish it was sweet but Price won’t let me have more sugary stuff…”

Ghost makes two cups of his earl grey just for you. But with a threat. “If you pour my fuckin’ tea into a cup of ice I’ll drown you in Arctic myself. Understood?”

You take a sip instead on answering and wince. “I burned my tongue!”

RAHHHHHHHHHH SUBBY BOY KÖNIG WHO'S WITH ME?

be your dog

just his girl being so attracted to simon and him not understanding it. (18+)

i mean like...he's never had a girlfriend like this. he's never even had a girlfriend, period, not really, not anyone he's seen more than once, not one that he's known long enough to remember her name.

he just doesn't get it. whenever he comes into your vicinity, he can see the sparkle in your eyes. the smile that graces your face, the way your expression lights up, the way your body moves on its own just to get closer to him.

he wonders if he lets you because of the sick satisfaction he feels. to be the center of your attention, it makes him feel so fucking special, so important. another man can look at you the same way, but he knows your cunt will be dry. but when he looks at you that way, he can see the way your legs squeeze together, and he loves knowing that if he flipped up the hem of your skirt, you'd be so sticky and practically drooling there, all for him.

he doesn't think himself very attractive. he's had his fair share of one night stands, but the way you keen for him makes him so hungry. he loves hearing you whine when he grabs your ass, loves feeling you drip onto his fingers when he kisses you after a long day, loves the way that nothing else will ever make you smile the way he can when he touches your face.

"i love you so much," you whisper, and he has to look away or else he'll groan.

"i missed you," you whimper after he's been away for a long time, and he has to bite back the tremble in his lip because fuck, he missed you, too.

"you're so big, baby," you whine, and he can't help the way he chubs up immediately as you feel up his thick biceps, along his pecs, over the warm layer of fat around his solid middle. you can cum so fast just riding his big thigh, hell--you can cum by yourself just looking at him. he's so hot to you, so handsome, even if he doesn't take his mask off or any of his clothes, because you love him so much, and his eyes are sometimes all you need to feel enough. and fuck if that isn't the biggest ego boost, seeing his girl's pussy creaming just by fixating on the flex of his big hand.

his confidence is so puffed whenever he's around you. he gets goosebumps whenever your eyes are on him. even now, it's been years with you, and you still make him feel like the hottest guy in the room with the way your eyes look him up and down.

you're his perfect girl. his best prize. he doesn't understand how he ever got you, how he ever reeled you in, but there isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't understand how undeserving he is of you and how incredibly lucky he is. it makes him selfish. he has you, and he can't lose you, so fuck how he has to keep you, cause he will. and he thinks you like that, too.

he thinks you like the way he fondles you under your skirt in a crowded place. he thinks you like the way he fucks, deep thrusts as he grips your face and murmurs mine, mine, mine between low groans and fingerprint bruises. he thinks you like the way he hovers, glaring at anyone that looks your way and devouring you in a grocery store parking lot because the cashier at the till looked at your legs for just a second too long, and need ta remind ya who ya belong to, pet.

you were wet anyways, he had worn short sleeves that day, and your eyes hadn't left his tattoo sleeve since he came out of the shower. so wet, ruining those panties, his favorite little black pair with the skull print pattern along the band.

dripping, creamy, pulsing little cunt that is all his. hadn't so much as even touched you yet, and here you are, drooling so sweet. he just didn't want to waste the meal.