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the jailbird

prisoner!simon 'ghost' riley

a full fic based on this post

cw: prison!au, civilian!reader, pen-pals, smut,romance/romantic!simon, domestic, missonary, wife kink, size kink, nudity, tattoo kink, body worship, cuddling

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it started out as a flyer at the bus stop near your house. it was for a service that connected prisoners at a nearby prison with civilians as pen-pals. you had seen the flyer often over the course of work as you went to work.

you honestly felt bad, those people must be isolated. the organization prided itself on giving prisoners a bit of their humanity back by not cutting them off from those on the outside. so on a rainy friday you took a photo of the flyer and filled out the form on the organization's website.

that was how you met simon riley, or as he was called on the inside 'ghost'. what caught your attention wasn't his face scar that ran from under his nose down to the left side of his chin, but rather his brown eyes. how intense they stared into the camera. it was almost intimidating.

but you kept the photo on your desk as you typed out your first letter to send to him. you heard of places who did it through email, but screen time for those could often be limited and to send a physical letter would ensure that it would be sent to them.

the letter started out simple, you asked how he was and if it was okay to ask what he was in prison for. you asked him other questions, like if his health was doing well, what did he do most days while on the inside. you ended the letter with a little information about yourself.

you thought it would be nice to take a few photos and print them out on photo paper to be included with your letter. just so he had a better idea of who he was talking about. once you tweaked the letter with a bit of editing, you printed it out and thanks to the Royal Mail, your letter was sent to him.

you didn't actually expect for him to respond. nor did you expect for the letter to be do detailed. it was almost three pages double sided in neat hand writing. your eyes went wide when you saw the thickness of the envelope with the stamp of approval from the prison for it to be sent to you.

simon sent you a bracelet made of string that had been braided together. he said you were the first person from the outside to reach out since he got locked up. that broke your heart. it only broke further the more you read.

he was a military man who was tossed aside once the ptsd got too intense. he had been between jobs, and it felt like everything was just too much for him. he got wrapped up in large scale theft, while it paid good, you could only rob so many banks before it all caught up. he had been in for three years now, he was thankful it wasn't a life sentence. not much was stolen, and there was minimal violence. he said that his stature alone intimidated enough people that he didn't need to be violent.

you re-read his letters and it wouldn't be until almost six months of speaking that you finally wore the bracelet. when he said, "i want to see you in it, since i can't buy you a ring." you sent a photo of you wearing it and since then you hadn't taken it off.

the letters were nice, you sent them at least twice a week. even though you two had never met face to face, and the only photos you had of him were mugshots, he knew all the gossip in your work place. he knew the names of all your friends, your favourite saturday night treat and how you took your coffee.

he told you he'd be happy to make you coffee every morning before you went to work. that comment made your cheeks burn.

he often called you his 'wife' to the other prisoners. he had your photos on the wall near his bunk. he even kept the pictures where you looked terrible after you tried to cut your bangs one night. he knew the exact location of where your favourite take out was. he said that he was writing down ideas of where to take you once he got out. "i gotta make the missus feel special."

he even made you a birthday card. his cellmate 'soap' even signed it. you knew all about the explosives expert mactavish. when you looked into his case on the news, your eyes went a little wide. this guy was.. something.

simon did admit that 'soap' had a bit of a crush on you. but he said that 'johnny' was harmless and probably just liked the photo of a woman in the cell.

"he hurt ya, there will be no cell that could keep me from killin' him. no god either."

simon remembered everything.

the way he spoke about you and to you in his letters were nothing but soft. while he had to put on a tough guy exterior, his letters were filled with gentle words. like when he wrote out that he loved you in big text on a spare piece of paper so you could tape it on your mirror to look at every morning.

"i want to be what you get ready to."

"i want to be with you when you wake up."

"i want to come home to you every night. please make me an honest man."

you knew he was a trained killer. he was in special forces before his brief stint as a criminal. he was trained to kill, but in the margins of your letters, his love shined through. despite it all, he was capable of love.

and he wanted to pour all that love into you, his (future) wife.

you two would go on to write letters every week, for almost two years. when you got the letter from him asking if he could put you down as a permanent address when he got out, you cried. of course!

it was a cold spring morning, the sky was misty as you stood outside the gates of the prison. your heart raced, you even arrived early in the hopes he'd be released sooner.

and then you saw him.

those eyes. hard and stern, until he caught sight of you. his shoulder visibly dropped and his pace quickened as he made his way towards you. before you could step forward to meet him, he had you in his arms. his strong arms, littered with tattoos, wrapped around you as he held you close to his strong chest.

you held onto him as the air left your chest from the force he held you. you clutched onto his shoulders and choked out a sob. you squeaked, "holy shit."

he pulled away from you, but still kept you in his arms. you swore you saw minimal mistiness in his eyes. he reached to cup your face. he said quietly, "soft... like i imagined."

you beamed up at him, "of course, si."

"your voice is so nice." he groaned as he then pulled you close once more and buried his nose in your hair. he inhaled the scent of your shampoo and relaxed, "i'm home."

you thought transitioning from being the only person in the flat, to having this hulking, strong man in your home as well, was going to be a bit hard. but that didn't matter when simon got you through the door. his hands were on you, he promised on the universe that he'd romance you tomorrow.

but tonight was just going to be the two of you.

you managed to get his hands off you in order to get your shoes off before you led him to your bedroom. he was close behind you, he had a hand on one of your hips. he wanted to be as close to you as he could, you two had spent enough time apart.

you couldn't even close the bedroom door before he was pulling at the waistband on your pants. his calloused, strong hands felt delicate on you. it was like he was going to break you and he had to be as delicate as possible.

"si."

"i know, darling." he said quietly as he started to undress you. with your help the both of you were soon nude in the afternoon light in your bedroom. you tried to cover your chest with your arms but he pulled your arms away and looked at you.

your eyes met and you got up on your tip-toes to kiss him gently on the lips. soon he picked you up like you weighed less than a bag of potatoes.

he placed you on the bed gently when you half expected him to toss you like a shot-put. he admired your body down on your soft covers and soon got onto the bed too.

you reached for him as he pulled you into a tight kiss. his lips were chapped and you could tease the fresh skin underneath. your nails raked at his strong back, that you knew was covered in tattoos.

you wrapped your legs around him and held him. from a moment he dropped to his side and you two held each other. you tucked his head under your chin as you laid together naked.

it wasn't even meant to be sexually stimulating, you both just wanted to feel one another. to hear your lover's heartbeat meant more to you than anything in that moment.

you kissed the top of his head, you felt his blond hair against your face as you soaked in his warmth. you could almost cry from how nice it felt to be so close to him.

after everything, you had your man.

he said in his low tone, "you feel so soft. after everything, i have you. you made every day in the can worth it." he sighed, "thank you." he kissed at your bare chest.

you replied, "i loved your letters, i have them still." you chuckled, "i didn't want to throw any of them away. it made me feel closer."

"well. i'm not goin' anywhere." he looked up at you and smiled, "you're home and i'm finally here." he pulled away and got him between your legs. he rested on his knees and carefully moved you to his liking. he sat there between your legs and waited for your command.

you looked at him and nodded, "yeah, si. you can go." then tightened your legs around your lover. you held your breath as he slowly pushed his cock into you. you didn't realize how big it was until he was fully inside of you.

"are you alright, love?"

"golden."

the two of you moved together. it took a little bit to get used to the size, but the pressure and speed of his movements made heat spread through your body. like two pieces of the same puzzle, you fit together perfect soon after. it was like you two were always meant to be.

you felt so loved by him, it was so sweet. this was your first time with him and you only had a few sexual experiences with others prior to him. but the entire time you knew each other you didn't sleep with others, you wanted to wait for your man.

"that's my good wife." he groaned as he held onto your hips, "i know, you wanted this for a long time. i bet you thought about me when i was locked up."

you blushed and replied, "i did, si. i thought about you all the time, i even had your picture in my office. i wanted this, i wanted to be with you!" you whined a little as his cock dragged against a sensitive spot.

he chuckled softly, "yeah. i thought about my missus when i was locked up. i used to jerk off to your letters, your photos. messed one of 'em up by gettin' my spunk all over it." he licked his lips, "but now i can see it every day in person."

you smiled when he rested his body against you and continued to thrust up into you. you felt the curl of pleasure of your gut get together which each of his heavy thrusts.

the kisses you shared were intimate and hot. the air of your bedroom was warmed as you made love on the bed you would share together. your soft noises together filled the air.

you clenched onto him, you dug your nails into his shoulders. they were so strong and broad that they were much bigger than your hands.

he kissed you one last time as he quickened his pace. the bed moved against your movements as you both climaxed at the same time. it was like a shock to the system, the heightened euphoria before your head felt full of cotton.

you let out a soft groan as your grip on his loosened and you relaxed into the bed. you felt yourself partially get crushed by your lover but he gave a few more earnest thrusts as he made sure that his cum shot to the back of your womb.

he pulled out and dropped beside you. he tucked some hair behind your ear and wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of his hand. your breathing was heavy, but you were both so happy. to share your first time together felt so special.

you nestled yourself into his arms and held his hand. you exhaled contently then said, "my husband."

he kissed the top of your head, he felt complete, "my missus."

part two

[thebaileybugle]

COD MEN TWT!LINKS

okay okay, i kinda got convinced by my bsf to make more :3

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

punishing his pretty girl

backshots...

simon missionary with his big fat cuck

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

"why eat out when i can eat you out darlin'?"

riding him in a parking lot..

soap being meann :(

JOHN "CAPTAIN" PRICE

fucking in the shower

Capn' fucking his little darling

John being mean :(

morning pt.2

KEEGAN P RUSS

eat in and out

easy access ;)

his baby was overstimulated, what was he supposed to do :(

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

positions, positions...

sucking tatted gaz :3

office sex ;)

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

taking advantage of that pretty body you have :(

:3

teasing your hermoso :(

VALERIA GARZA

slapping that pretty cunt :(

vibrator :(

spoiling you

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Big boy with the hoodie does it for me 🥹🙂‍↕️

some cod oc pieces i made for the amazing @haleymythicalartadventures!!

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☆💋

pt.1 & pt.2

mdni.

"Come and get your things." You hung up the phone. Slamming your screen on your countertops, tired of waiting for him to apologize or to come back, waiting for him to return your calls.

Simon opened your front door, his clothes and duffle bags that were hidden around your apartment on display in front of him. "Get it out of here." You kicked the last bag and it slid over near the others.

"I told you I would see," His voice was filled with annoyance, "My fucking God." He muttered, bending down to check the condition of the guns. "I have another bag around here." Simon said standing to his full height. "You don't." You crossed your arms, imitating a wall made of stone.

"Move, or I'll move you." He said calmly not breaking eye contact, " Try it and see what happens." You narrowed your eyes, Simon sighed, "Don't be difficult." Simon's calm demeanor slipping as you became more and more stubborn, "Take what's here and leave." You commanded, Simon's lips kissed his teeth.

"You're impossible." He scoffed, "You're a liar and a loser." You bit. Simon only nodded, "A loser who bought almost your whole outfit." He rolled his eyes at the low rise jeans you had on, your stomach and lower back seen from your tight and very low cut blouse.

"You left when we were about to have sex!" You shouted, "Because of work!" He exclaimed. You pout your glossed lips, Simon let out a big sigh, "What?" He exasperated watching your eyes water, "You're being a dick." You whinged.

"Here we go.." Simon huffed, "Don't here we go, me." You huffed, "You're the one who left me with my pants down"

"It wasn't on purpose," Simon interrupted. "It doesn't matter!" You snapped, "Just get this shit out of my house." You motioned to the mess of bags and clothes. "I'm leaving and when I come back you and this better be gone."

Simon with his arms crossed in the door way, his eyes watching your figure move past him and walk out of the door.

-

When you come back the bags are gone from where you put them, Your stomach drops and a frown begins to form on your face.

Did he really just leave... That quickly?

That was your train of thought until the giant mans head perked up from the couch, Some relief set in, "Why're you here." You said immediately. "Dunno." He shrugged flopping back down. "Are your things gone?" You interrogated him.

"I'll leave." He said casually knowing he wasn't going anywhere in the next coming days. You bit your tongue, "where'd you go?" He said from the couch. "I went out." You murmured taking steps closer and closer to the couch.

"Out hm?" Simon sat up, spreading his big legs wide. "That's nice out attire." he cocked a brow. You took a set next to him on the couch, staring straight ahead at the tv. "Any guy's hit on you?" His fingers danced on the hem of blouse, You snapped your head to look at him.

"Mind your business." You spat, Simon only smirked at your response, "I don't want to." He widened his legs, "You still mad?" His large hand found your leg, giving it a squeeze, "Leave me alone." You mumbled, "Why?" He whined playfully, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. His hand on your chin while he placed big sloppy kisses on your cheek to annoy you.

Those sloppy kisses eventually stopped and turned into a slow and sensual make-out session on the couch. Simon's t-shirt laid on the floor next to your while he ran his hands up and down your bare sides, pulling back sometimes to cup your breasts through your bra.

Simon pulled it down exposing your hardened nipples, then took one into his mouth. Moaning at the taste of your salty skin, You let out a small whine at the feeling out his hot mouth on your chest.

You pushed his head away softly, getting up to pull your jeans and underwear off. Unclasping your bra quickly, you straddled his clothed groin, grinding down on him.

You moaned softly, Simon eyes never leaving your breast bouncing up and down with each thrust of your hips. You bit your lip trying to suppress the moans that slipped past your teeth.

"take these off. " You whined into his mouth. Your lips hot and wet with yours and his saliva. You pulled the belt loop of his jeans, yanking it down. "You're gonna rip them." Simon heeded, chuckling at your sexual frustration. His pants came off teasingly slow, making you whine even more.

Both of you are naked on your couch, grinding into each other, breathing into each others mouths. Simon's deep moans are heard throughout your apartment.

Once he's finally over you two grabbing at one another, He grabs the bottom of your thighs and places you on the couch. His knee's on your hardwood floors while his head lowers to your pussy.

He lapped at your clit, sucking it and humming, making your cunt vibrate. You grabbed his hair, now over grown since the time you two spent apart. You moaned out his name, practically drooling at the sight of his brown eyes looking up at you. His crooked nose covered in your arousal.

Once he's finished, he runs his cock up and down your slit. The tip bumped against your clit making your body shiver with excitement. Simon slid his cock in nice and slow, teasing you with every inch.

His eyes dead on yours while, you force them open, but the pleasure was too much. You sighed at the feeling of him finally filling since what felt like forever. "Feel good?" He said smug, smirking at the sight of you panting and coming undone beneath him.

"I know it feels so good." He cooed, watching your eyes close, and you mouth fall slack. He pounded into your fast and harsh. His thrust deep and hard. Your moans were high pitched each time he fucked into you. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you, catching his mouth in a messy wet kiss.

"Cum inside me," You begged, desperate for all of him, "please Simon." You whined again, your gloss all over your chin and your eye makeup smudged into your inner corners. Simon grunted into your ear, his head hung between your neck and shoulder. You kept on and on until you came on his cock and Simon reluctantly said no, forcing himself to pull out and empty his load onto your stomach.

"Are you staying?" You asked softly, while Simon rubbed your lower back, "Just for one day." He reached up and rubbed your cheek, "Why not more," You pressed, "You know why." Simon sighed, knowing where the conversation would lead to. "You can't say no?"

"You have me for a whole day," Simon tried to cheer you up, "I want you for the whole week," You push harder. "Drop it." Simon deadpanned. You bit your tongue, resting your head on his chest, still not over the events that took place.

[thebaileybugle]

It’s giving simon riley

[thebaileybugle]

"why do you act like Soap is a slut?"

Bitch I view them all as sluts. You ever banged a military man? Or even interacted with one? Most of them are sluts!

Price is a slut

Gaz is a slut

Soap is a slut

Roach is a slut

Ghost is a slut

If they are in the military then they are a slut.

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TF 141 as Cats

Simon 'fuck this thing in particular' Riley

Johnny 'mother I crave violence' MacTavish

Kyle 'if I fits, I sits' Garrick

John 'majestic as fuck' Price

Gifs below for further proof...

Ghost

Soap

Gaz

Price

Why did I make this???

[thebaileybugle]

Captain John Price's Flat

I thought today's posting would be a little bit different. The fun thing about the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare characters is their personal lives aren't really talked about. It gives the fanbase a blank canvas to create their own versions of the characters. So, I give you Captain John Price's London flat.

This was so much fun putting together. It took about three weeks to assemble, and about a day to render all 15 images. They are grainy, mostly because I had to lower the quality to get them rendered faster.

One quote that always stuck with me about Captain Price was, "We get dirty, so the world can stay clean."

Well, here is that clean world he exists in. There are very few references to his life within the military, outside of his bonnie hanging near the door, some combat boots beneath, and military bags above his wardrobe. I see him as wanting to leave his work at work.

Overall, I went with an industrial, cluttered feel to the space.

A running gag of his character is that he is quite old. The man's only in his mid-thirties. So, I filled the space with old timey photos from the turn of the 20th century, models of early automobiles, and old antiques along the walls. Maybe he has a passion for old things, a love of a bygone era.

In his bio, he was one of the youngest people to have graduated the Royal Military Academy. So this means he is quite intelligent. I have piles of books stacked around the entry, living, and sleeping areas. I think he is quite learned. I also put in a piano, because his actor can play the instrument.

There are also a lot of whiskey glass sets, but I didn't focus on them in the pictures. I don't think I'm going to be doing any of the others; the project took a lot of time. Anyway, I do hope you enjoy!

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internal narrative

John Price: "You did well to choose me, darling, and I shall move mountains in order to prove it to you again and again, because my pride compels me so. Every. Fucking. Day."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: "I am lucky to have you. But then again, you're as lucky to have me. Or maybe even a tad luckier. I'm not gonna be an arse and put this into words. But we both just know."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish: "Holy fookity fuck this ABSOLUTE CATCH of a woman wants me in her life! I will make the best husband in all existence. What do you mean you don't want to get married just yet, bonnie lass? We've known each other for two months! What is there to wait for?!"

Simon "Ghost" Riley: "I'm the worst choice you could've possibly made, love. Are you a masochist or sumthin'?

Your kindness terrifies the crap out of me.

...Please don't go."

[thebaileybugle]

What’s going on with Blue Collar!Price? I hope he’s licking his wife’s pussy and knocking her up ☺️

forever and always!!!

c/w: just talks of john price eating the puss, cunnilingus, pregnancy, pregnant sex

this man forever has your pussy on his face. he likes to eat and he’s not afraid of getting messy! give him a few hours to kill and he’ll spend them between your thighs, licking and sucking at every inch of your cunt. got 10 minutes before you gotta get the kids up for school? quick come and sit on my face, love…

after a certain point, he’s eating for his pleasure. paying no mind to your manicured nails yanking and tugging at his hair to pull him away from your sensitive clit :( he loves hearing your pleasure-filled sobs every time he rips another orgasm from you. promises of just one more leaving his lips

thank god he loves eating pussy so much because whenever you’re pregnant, sex is off the table. he’s way to afraid of hurting you or his baby :( would much rather get you off using his tongue. plus pregnancy makes you taste so sweet, darling

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Simon Riley Headcanons

random headcanons that i have of olderbf!Simon.

Olderbf!Simon who sees you stressing about the way the economy is shit and everything is so expensive.

Olderbf!Simon who rolls his eyes knowing his years of savings and his income will make you and the next generation live comfortably. Why did you even go to college? There was nothing or no one else to spend it on anyways.

Olderbf!Simon who loves that you don't want to work a regular 9-5 or that you don't want to work a regular job in general. You instead have side gigs when you're bored. Your friend needed an extra pair of hands for a work assignment? Sure. Once a month event staff for whatever concert is in town? You love that.

Olderbf!Simon who watches the silly tiktoks and mini vlogs you make while he is away. He doesn't actually have tiktok downloaded but you always send him the videos you make.

Olderbf!Simon who agrees to do one of the tiktok trends with you. The one where it goes "I'm a ____ of course I ______." You didn't need to tell him how it worked. You showed him one video and he understood the assignment.

"I'm a Military wife. Of course, my husband has a side piece."

"I will literally k*ll myself before I look at another woman."

"It was a joke."

"Not a funny one, love."

Olderbf!Simon who is used to your hyperfixations changing every month. His "office" is filled with trinkets and collectibles of your newest obsessions. As a matter of fact, the whole apartment is filled with your stuff. At this point, you'll need to make new storage or get rid of things.

"I think I may have a problem or adhd. Some sort of mental illness."

"I think it's time to get a house."

Olderbf!Simon who lets you pick everything. The only thing he did was give the money. As long as you're happy he didn't care where he lived or what the colors of the bathroom walls were.

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Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

[thebaileybugle]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN- sorry, what do you meeean Simon literally cannot utter the words I love you?

I mean, yeah he can. But it felt empty.

So he normally did it through actions, helping you carry things, morning coffee, buying a dvd version of that movie you liked to have backup ‘just in case’

He shows it through touches, kisses on the nape of the neck on sleepy mornings, trapping you like a oversized dog in your own bed (didn’t hear that from me)

“You’re late.”

“Im so sorry sir, my dog-“

“I thought you were allergic?”

He likes this. He thought it was right. He never thought that you needed to hear the words.

“Do you love me?”

Screaming silence all expect for the car radio that hummed through the air, your eyes glassy and mascara threatening to run.

“Simon, please-“

“I…give me a minute.”

He tried to pretend he didn’t hear you muffle back a cry- it was stupid, you had both gone to Kyle’s engagement party and the couple had been showering each other with compliments and ‘I love yous ‘ as if they weren’t the most sacred saying. It got to you.

“I…started using that scar ointment ya got me, to-to help ‘em fade, still stinks though. I, um, I wash my clothes with the lavender scent things you like because I like the way you smell- it-it makes me feel like I’m home- I…fuck- okay, I wake up a lil later when you’re over because you like cuddling and I would rather be with you than outside in the rain- I try to make sure your favorite creamer is always full in the fridge so ya don’t wanna leave me in the mornin to get coffee an there-there is no one I would rather be with and I’m sorry I can-Im sorry that im the way that I am and I’m sorry in not good enough-“

“Simon.” You cut him off, the red light he had stopped at green by now but it was so late in the night no one was there, tears streaked your face and his eyes were wide as a deers, “I love you too.”

(Anyway….thats all! <33)

[thebaileybugle]

𝘾𝙊𝘿 𝙏𝙒𝙏 𝙋!𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙎

if requests are high i will be making another!

𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙣 “𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩” 𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙮

simon ties you up

dadsbestfriend!simon makes you squirt (repeatedly)

simon breeds you

sitting in simon’s lap

punishments with simon

simon takes a video to watch later | more of simon’s spank bank

simon and his pet | simon lets his pet out of the cage

simon holds you down and plays with you

simon fucks you to put you to sleep

𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙟𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚

stepdad!john fucks you in the shower

slow, nasty sex with john | part two

john teases you before he puts it in

john eats you out (this legit looks like john in the vid)

john smacks you (lovingly)

john tries a new position

stepdad!john uses you

stepdad!john fucks your throat

john breeds you

𝙟𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙣𝙮 “𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙥” 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙝

you ride johnny hard

johnny loves when you ride him

johnny fucks you fast and hard

what you and stepdad!johnny get up to when your mother leaves for work

sex on the couch with johnny

intimate sex with johnny

best friend!johnny steals you from your deadbeat bf and sends him this video

rubbing your face all over johnny’s cock | he fucks your throat

johnny begs you to get off him before he cums inside — you don’t

𝙠ö𝙣𝙞𝙜

size difference with könig (photo)

könig can’t stop touching you | könig still can’t stop touching you

what “just the tip” turns into with könig

könig can’t stop breeding you

könig makes it fit

könig cums in your mouth

könig fucks your tits

könig spanks you for his own enjoyment

könig gets you wet and messy

könig plays with you

könig loves to tie you up to pleasure you

𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙮

tf141 get you drunk and use you

[thebaileybugle]

Lieutenant Price who can’t keep his eyes off of you at the bar, cheeks red with heat and want that he can’t even begin to tame

Lieutenant Price who takes an extra shot of rum before shooting his shot

“This seat taken?”

“Depends,” you reply, looking over the clean-shaven man who stands before you, “You buying?”

Lieutenant Price who wrings his hands behind his back as he confidently asks you out, right up until you say ‘yes’

Lieutenant Price who tries his best to be a gentleman when he gets between the sheets.

Lieutenant Price who groans and grunts as he feeds his cock into your cunt, trying with every ounce of his will not to shove himself in up to the hilt before you’re stretched and ready

“Mm—god, darling,” he manages, shaking with the force it takes to hold himself back, “You’re so tight…god, I can fuckin’ see myself in your stomach…”

…

Captain Price who isn’t afraid to let his eyes linger on you when he takes u to the bar with his boys—likes it when you know that he’s always watching, that he’s always hungry

Captain Price who buys you an extra shot of rum before pulling you into his lap in the middle of the bar, feeding it to you while he blows cigar smoke out the side of his mouth

“C’mon, darling,” he drawls, “Drinks on me. Another one won’t hurt.”

Captain Price who brazenly slips his hands under the waistband of your pants right then and there, rasping a slow invitation back to his place while he pushes his fingers in and out of your slick folds

Captain Price who’s so far gone he can’t act like a gentleman anymore

Captain Price who hustles you into the bar’s bathroom and hastily locks the door, before he all but rips his belt out of his belt loops

Captain Price who holds you down against the bathroom countertop. He bullies his aching dick into your swollen pussy, yanking you by the hair just to keep you in place underneath him

“Sit still, love,” he spanks you, grabbing a harsh handful of your ass right after, “Behave, and I might just let you lick me clean when this is all over.”

[thebaileybugle]

It was probably his idea “Donnae ken what’s wrong with wanting to be adopted by Lt. and his Bonnie Lass” (after smashing down his 6th beer)

Drunk Simon texting you.

Your newly-made missus is out with the boys. You busy yourself with whatever and before you know it, a few hours have passed.

Your phone pings. Simon texted you.

Hilarity ensues.

[thebaileybugle]

Overheard at Captain Price’s office:

Soap: I was diagnosed with awwwtism because I’m cute.

Price: For the last time. Give me your mental health assessment.

Soap: …

Soap: No.