I GIGGLED

I GIGGLED

Captain John Price, big, important, burly man - intimidating, strong, ruthless...

But imagine him sneezing in a briefing and throwing his back out. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Kate all staring at him as he freezes, one hand on the table, hunched over, a pained groan rumbling from his chest.

"Did y' jus' throw your fuckin' back out, sir?" Ghost says.

"Christ, yer missus' not gon be happy 'bout tha', sir." Soap comments.

"Shut your bloody mouth 'n get me a chair."

No comment. Just cumming.

♥︎ 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?"

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Being a prostitute for a man written down as S.R. capital, formal and little to no detail about him other than a masked picture of him. You don't know what you excepted of him but you didn't expect a behemoth to come for your services. Or well for you to go to him but hey, you get additional $500 if you do, to hell with life.

Its even odder when he just told you to sit and look pretty in his house, shushing you when you tried to flirt and rile him up, the three hours he paid for used just for him to absentmindedly grope and touch your chest and stomach.

Pulling you close to his chest and grabbing your squishy waist from above and behind. It wasn't harsh but it wasn't light, almost experimental as if he wanted to see what was comfortable with you.

"You mind getting tied up, bird?"

Asking you somewhere after thirty minutes and confining you only to lay his head on your thighs, using you as a head pillow and something for his hands to squeeze and get sat under while he sleeps. Snoring the rest of the time away until you're both awoken by an alarm he set.

He schedules another appointment as soon as you leave. Your manager tells you it was prepaid.

[s]creams.

simon riley wearing jeans, it's just a simple pair of blue, nothing particularly new in his wardrobe, the knees slightly washed off from the countless amounts of being dirtied up, scraped and then washed up, but the way he looks in them makes you unsettled, fidgeting without tearing your dancing gaze off his brawny body.

meaty thighs hugged tightly by the fabric, growing more loose at his calfs, but holding securely at his wide hips and round ass, your eyes tracing every dip and twitch of his muscles beneath the fabric, and simon knows you're looking, sees the way your legs clench together sweetly, there's no doubt that you're soaked wet by just looking at your man, digging with your fingers in your knee caps.

that's how simon makes you hump his thigh, rocking your hips in desperate circles and messy jerks while you rub your dripping pussy raw against his jeans, a teared hole at the gusset of your soaked, cotton panties, as you wet the outline of his chubbed cock beneath the harsh fabric with glistening strings of pooling slick, his girth swollen and throbbing with leaking precum, but he's too focused on making you soak his pants.

fingers splayed on your hips, helping you rock forward, canting them for better pleasure as you spill keening moans from your slack lips, pebbled clit dragging just right across his tensed, clothed muscles, and you hiccup, chasing the feeling through the spasms in your trembling thighs and liquid heat across your tummy that makes your toes curl, as simon purrs in your ear about what a sight you are.

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