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♥︎ STRICTLY 18+ ♥︎ P! TWT LINKS ♥︎ PART 5 ♥︎

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY… ♥︎

professor! simon fingering his favourite girl

showing simon’s cock the love it deserves

best friends dad! simon fucking you as his daughter sleeps upstairs

shoving your face into the mattress as he ploughs his cock into your tight little cunt

size kink galore w older bf! simon

mafia boss! simon fucking your pretty pussy w his glock

first thing simon’s doing when he’s back home

mid mission fun w your sexy lieutenant

head AND a boob job for ghost

older neighbour! simon showing you just how strong he is

sex w single dad simon

fucking gym owner! simon in his office

kidnapper! ghost punishing you for running away (tw)

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE… ♥︎

breeding galore w dbf! john

babysitting john’s kids comes w plenty of perks

sloppy head for your captain

the kids are at school and you’re off the clock, so you and john can be as loud as you want

shower sex w john after you put his kids to bed

older neighbour! price comes over and manhandles you

shower sex on base

showing john’s heavy balls some love

childhood best friend! john eating your plush ass

professor! price fucking you before your parents get home

your captain has to keep you quiet as he fucks you in his office

soft and sweet moments w your captain

stalker! john finally getting to fuck you (tw)

kidnapper! john ties you up and pleasures you with his hands (tw)

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH… ♥︎

johnny fucking your throat and fingering you

johnny loves a pair of fishnets

sex w frat! bf soap

plumber! johnny fucking you in front of your bathroom mirror

you’re a whimpering mess as johnny licks your pussy clean

you and johnny cannot be trusted alone in a safe house

quick thrusts and hair pulling w your neighbour

practice makes perfect

johnny has one hand on the wheel and the other on your wet pussy

just curl up on the couch at let your bf do the work

showing mafia boss! johnny’s cock some love in his penthouse

yes johnny just loves getting his cock sucked by his pretty little gf

johnny putting your vibrator to good use

johnny making you leak all over his sheets

riding ceo! johnny in his office

kidnapper! johnny having some fun w his new girl (tw)

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK… ♥︎

gaz choking you as he fucks you

giving rockstar! gaz head after his show

gaz loves your tits

you finally let your hot roommate fuck you

shaking ass on kyle’s cock

getting his dick wet before bed

good morning sex and keeping it quiet

gaz mixing your juice in the back of the heli

soft moans first thing in the morning as gaz thrusts in and out of you

frat bf! gaz giving u a cream pie in his dorm

gaz is packing

dick so good, you have to be muffled by a pillow

kidnapper! gaz having his way w u sprawled out on the floor (tw)

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Part 2 of my addicted!Simon headcanon!!

Price always had a lot going on; being the Captain of a Task Force demanded a lot of time, energy and most of all - nerves.

So when one of the nurses on base had pulled him aside and said that she suspected someone stealing Morphine, all he did was nod and call in a meeting. Luckily, everyone had obliged to giving him a urine sample to let it be tested for drugs.

What no one seemed to notice was Simon's eyes staring into nothingness as all he did was pray that his heavy heart wouldn't give his covers away. His head was spinning because he searched for a way out of this - there had to be a way he didn't have to take it. And suddenly his mind started to wander off to you; the only one who'd met him without knowing he was Ghost. The only one who knew he had a problem - a fucking big one right now - and the only one who understood him was you.

One hand tightly gripping the little cup, the other one knocking loudly on your door. He didn't hesitate when the door opened; he simply pushed it open and walked into your tiny apartment.

"Simon?" you asked with a frown plastered on your face. You hadn't expected him - of course you hadn't so all you were wearing was one of your cute pyjamas you avoided to wear around him normally. "Is everything okay?"

"I messed up," was all that came across his lips with a heavy sigh. When his gaze met yours, all he could do was put the cup on your kitchen table and point at it. "I need your help."

You stepped closer and eyed the little cup and when you realized what exactly he'd asked you to do, you shook your head. "No, I'm not helping you fake a drugtest."

"Please, luvie," his eyes studied your face - he reduced the distance between you two quickly and took your face into his rough and calloused hands. "I'll never ask anythin' of you ever again. Just let me keep my job, fuck- it's the only thing that's been keeping me sane all this time."

Of course your heart sank when you heard his pleading and even more so when you looked up at him and you could see the desperation in his blue eyes. After moments had passed - which felt like years for Simon - you'd finally nodded and given in to him.

"I knew you'd understand," he whispered and pecked your lips before letting you go take the drugtest.

You'd never felt so dirty in your life. Pissing into a little cup while Simon waited impatiently outside the bathroom made you feel greedy and so, so worthless. But if you were being honest; there was nothing you wouldn't do for Simon. Of course you weren't supporting his addiction - that was the main reason you had broken up, after all. But he was your Simon. The closest you'll ever get to finding unconditional love.

A few days after Simon had given the sample to Price - he'd been the last to hand it over - the test results finally came. And Price would never doubt his team; they'd done everything together for years at this point, but he could also imagine one of his soldiers having an addiction as it was nothing new.

To his surprise and relief, all the test results came back negative. But looking at Simon's results made him frown - or more so, all he could do was huff at the result.

"You wanted to speak to me?" Simon had stepped into Price's office; not even thinking that it could have anything to do with the drugtest as he knew you hadn't taken any.

Price's eyes never left Simon's form. He watched him intensly as he took the seat across from Price's desk. "Yeah, well, the results came back and since you're L.T., I thought you'd deserve to know before everyone else."

Simon hummed in response while leaning back, silently thanking you again.

"Luckily, everyone's negative," Price announced which made Simon even more relaxed. "But.. The Lab was a bit confused and thought something went wrong as Simon Riley's clearly a male name."

"Captain, I don't think I can follow you," Simon had frowned under his balaclava.

Price barked a bitter laugh as he looked at the Lieutnant in front of him. "They found the hormone Beta-hCG in your piss. You wanna know what that means?"

All Simon could do was nod; unaware of what's to come.

"The fuckin' piss is from someone who's pregnant," Price lowly said. "So now we not only know this wasn't your piss, but I think you two would've been smart enough to know we‘d find out. So, Riley, should I say congratultions?"

Y‘all wanna read part 3???!!! 🙏😭

In your career as a field medic, you have seen many injuries that have ruined soldiers' lives. Quite often, they all ended with the same result - the death of a soldier and their blood on your hands. When you were assigned to KorTac, you had fewer casualties on your conscience, because every operative was trained and 'made' for this kind of work. So when Colonel König entered the clinic you were surprised, He was the last person you thought would step foot in here. All he did was give you an acknowledging grunt and sat down on one of the med beds, beckoning you over with his fingers. Once you got your stuff prepped you started slowly cutting his heavy armor off when he suddenly flinched and hissed. "Sei vorsichtig, Verdammt!" (Be careful, Damn!) You jumped at the hiss and realized you accidentally cut his side with the scissors... Whoops. He glared at you before you muttered an apology and slowly peeled off his armor, Cleaning and stitching his wounds. Once you were done he grabbed a spare shirt slipped it on and left, Grumbling to himself. Jeez... that was not a good look on you... Cutting the Colonel on the FIRST DAY!? how embarrassing you thought to yourself, quickly going back to the other patients.

(IT'S MY FIRST TIME WRITING HEHEHEHEHEHEEH HOW'D I DO??)

[S]CREAMS.

Thinking about fem!reader running out of condoms with Ghost, just something that plays into all my seedy kinks.

Both of you know it’s a bad idea, but he’s just come home from who-knows-where (“Classified.”) and you’ve had nothing but your fingers and lackluster toys for the last two weeks. The little drugstore down the road closes early on the weekends. It’s either hand and mouth stuff or more dangerous games like—

“You can just pull out right?”

And he almost takes that as a challenge. Can he pull out? Can he pull out? Yes, in theory he can. He can bury himself in your tight wet pussy, thrust himself all the way to the edge, and then deny himself. Absolutely. Self denial is his MO.

So proceeds the most frantic fucking you can remember. Something about the sheer naughtiness of it sends your arousal skyrocketing. Nothing ever feels so good as the thing you know you shouldn’t be doing, his body pressing yours into the bed, cock buried to the root inside you touching that place that your fingers can never reach.

Of course, it just so happens to feel that way for Ghost, too. You’re soft and wet and along with making these sounds that go straight to his head, muttering the softest dirty talk he’s ever heard under your breath like, cock feels so good, missed you so much, don’t ever want you to stop fucking me. And he’s getting close. Normally he could fuck you through his own orgasm and into one of your own, but these aren’t normal circumstances. You have to cum first.

I’d personally like to see him slow to near glacial speeds as he fights to keep a handle on his orgasm, sometimes having to grit his teeth and stop altogether, sweaty forehead buried in the crook of your neck. But when he does, it makes you even more frantic, Please don’t stop Simon, so close, need it, needed it yesterday, please don’t stop, which kills him all over again.

Maybe he pulls out early, before you cum. Maybe he crawls down the bed and eats you like you’re his last meal, but that’s personally not as fun as imagining him steeling himself and rolling onto his back, letting you set the quick frantic pace as he frees his hands to play with your tits or thumb your clit, his eyes shut and breaths stuttered until he feels the first blissful clenches of your cunt around him—and just barely wrenches you off of him in time for him to wrap a hand around his cock and jerk once, twice to a synapses-blowing release.

Immediately mutters: “Getting you that fancy pill first thing in the morning just in case.”

COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH SCREAMS SQUEALS SQUIRTS HELPPPPPPPP I WANT HIM NOWWWW

SIMON RILEY HEADCANONS! Husband!Simon: Not letting you make tea for him anymore since the last time you did you made his cup of tea in the microwave.. Husband!Simon: Overjoyed when you tell him you're pregnant the next day after having sex. (He secretly ripped the condom on purpose so you can't leave him 🤭) [fem!reader] Husband!Simon: Bending you over his desk when his missus/mister (you) bring him his lunch in a cute hello kitty wrapping <3 [anygender!reader] Husband!Simon: Forbidding you from cooking since you burned your precious hand on the new gas stove :( [anygender!reader] Husband!Simon: Comes home from a mission at midnight and dips the bed when he sits down freaking you out. Not even 20 seconds later he's spooning you, apologizing and kissing you profusely. <3 [anygender!reader]