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OH. MY GOD. so in our little “price’s girl shared with the 141” au…

you become their own personal OF star. no official page no no. but a group chat SPECIFICALLY to send videos of price utterly ruining you (it eventually becomes any and all videos and pictures of any of them together, with or without you. safe in a seperate chat)

sharing is caring ; poly 141

OH JESUS i just about melted to the floor. this got away from me LMAO this is more centered on the first time you send pics to the group chat, so it’s the start of the whole dynamic. i really hope you enjoy!! i love talking about this au with you (talking to you in general ofc) <33

18+, afab reader, price x reader -> price sharing his girl with the 141, nudes, sharing of nudes (w readers consent, she's the one sharing them), purposefully lowercase.

i think maybe it starts out gradually. after all, you’re only used to sending risky pictures to your husband, john price.

you're dipping your toes in the water.

throughout your relationship and marriage, you would send him a variety of pictures to help boost his morale while on deployment and give him a taste of what was waiting for him at home.

sometimes it was a shot of your tits. sometimes they were held up by your lace bra and giving him a tease of the valley of your breasts. a lace bra he picked out, one he would have to restrain himself from ripping off of you. sometimes you would be covering your tits with one arm across your chest while your other hand was holding your phone, snapping the selfie. then of course, sometimes you would just be cupping your tits and letting the timed camera count down - capturing a perfectly uncovered view of your tits for your hardworking husband.

other times you would send him shots of your ass. all bare and plush and all his to squeeze and spank and bite. you would always be on your large bed, with your back arched and your ass in the air, letting the timed camera count down. presenting yourself to him just like you would if he was there with you right now, pressing his cock against your ass and letting you feel how hard he was. sometimes you would be sporting a pair of lingerie, just a thin stripe of fabric that left nothing to the imagination. whenever you wore them, it was almost with the intention to tease him - like you knew how much he would be itching to just tear that flimsy piece of fabric right off you.

sometimes you would send him pictures of your cunt all wet and on display for him. you'd be all bare and on display for him, your legs spread open all for him. he would be able to see the plush skin of your inner thighs, littered with stretch marks (that he yearned to taste again). he would be able to see your folds all swollen and dripping with slick as you presented yourself to your husband. whenever you sent him those pictures (or any picture of yourself, really), he could feel himself practically salivating. he would kill to be able to reach through the screen and swipe his thick fingers through your lips, gathering your juices on his fingers. he would kill to just devour you right then and there.

of course, sometimes you would send him one with everything. one where you would be laying in bed, all bare for him, and you would be holding your phone above you to get an aerial selfie. perfectly showing your tits and sensitive nipples, your stomach and your plush thighs. because you wanted to be thorough, you would always take the time to get a shot specifically for your cunt. you couldn't let him go wanting, not when he was providing for you like that.

all of those applied to videos, of course. you would always throw in some line that went straight to his cock (in addition to the visuals you provided), like, "fuck, i miss you so much," or, "god, i need you so bad. my big bear."

of course, as he began integrating his men with his personal life, you began growing closer to them as well. you would exchange glances and fleeting touches that lingered way too long, full of heat and tension. they were all simultaneously filled with guilt and anxiety. you were married. they were working under your husband's orders.

you felt like shit. like a two-timer, even though nothing had happened physically. at least, not really. you felt terrible. that was, until john had murmured something in your ear one night that flooded your core with heat.

"mmm. they've been lookin' at you like that too, y'know? they'd kill to get a taste of that pretty pussy." you practically shiver at both his words, the husky timbre of his voice and the scratch of his beard against your ear. "i would know. they've all begged me for a taste of her." you could imagine your eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

from that point on, your confidence was ping-ponging between outgoing or introverted. you constantly wondered if it was a good idea to pursue this.. new path. would it over complicate your husbands work life? the relationship's he had with his friends? or worse, your own marriage?

and when you weren't mulling yourself to death with the possibilities of what could go wrong, you were preoccupied with the possibilities of what could go right. toe curlingly right.

you could have the best of both worlds. you could have your husband all the time, both physically and emotionally - while also enjoying his men and their bodies. you could enjoy soap's, johnny's, nimble and thick fingers pumping in and out of you as he finger fucked you to the first orgasm of many. you could enjoy gaz's, kyle's, sweet mouth as he worshipped your breasts (breasts that you noticed he would stare at every chance he could) for all they were worth. licking, sucking and kissing at your sensitive nipples like he was a man starved. you could enjoy ghosts', simon's, cock, if john let him stuff you full of his length. by the buldge in his pants, you'd hoped to god that he would.

your heartbeat thrummed in your ears as you added john's familiar number in a new text, before you read off three other numbers from a piece of paper your husband had left you. you knew who they belonged to, and just the thought made your core fill with heat. once you had formed a groupchat, you clicked on your gallery and selected two pictures you had taken only a minute prior.

both pictures were ones you would usually ever send to your husband. one of your tits, in a bra just to test your confidence. the other of your ass as you arched your back and let your ass perk up in the air. you opted to wear some lingerie in this one as well, again, to test your confidence. you didn't wanna bite off more than you could chew and scare yourself off. that would embarrass you beyond repair, and no matter how much your husband tried to convince you - you were sure it would embarrass him too. it wouldn't.

so you were playing relatively safe. not explicitly showing nipples or completely uncovered breasts, or revealing anything except for a bikini line.

you typed out a quick text along with the photos. you had to admit, you would feel a bit awkward (even more so) if you just sent random almost nudes to someone that wasn't your husband without even so much as an accompanying text. you started off with the typical 'it's so-and-so,' so they could save your number into their phones.

hi, boys. felt like you might need a pick me up.

your thumb hovered over the blue 'send' button before letting out an exhale, and pressing send.

only a few minutes passed before your phone was blowing up from all four men. a lot of texts from all of them, some in all caps, some filled with misspellings, some with emojis.

in a few painstakingly long minutes, they had left about five voicemails each. even more missed calls and voice messages.

the general consensus was: be ready when we get home.

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#we???????#please #please please please #the way im just drooling over this man saying coconut water #but no this #THIS #this was a nine course meal #so hot #aND THANK YOU FOR INCLUDING ME IN YOUR TAGLIST #<3333 #this is fucking fantastiic #જ⁀૪⁀➷zizi recs

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eso affirmations

#HAHAHAHAHA #SKYRIM WILL ALWAYS BE ELITE

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forsworned · 2 days

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I’d simply pass away

I feel like Keegan would use his body hair to his advantage if he knew it turned you on.

"I see you eyeing my happy trail. Would you like to see where it leads?"

*Undoes belt and pants*

"Let's see what it's hiding."

I'd fucking faint.

#Keegan has no right being as fine as he is #especially with that goddamn voice #bye

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forsworned · 2 days

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Hesh Hivemind has to be the hardest fanclub name

Who else would be? Lmao

@forsworned @keegansshark @milkteaarttime @blacktacmopsi

Everyone’s here!! I love y’all so much 😭💕

#💘💘💘💘#the timing is indeed perfect #mercury is in retrograde?#or whatever they be saying LOL #hesh hivemind

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forsworned · 2 days

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USE YOUR HEART ft. NEEDY!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Warning(s): Sexual Content, Grinding, AFAB!Reader, Mentions of Narcotics

Synopsis: Simon is high off of morphine and it reveals his true feelings for reader...

Author's note: Idk because @dmitriene told me to do it and i <3 her

"I don't wanna be alone."

His voice breaks as he reaches out to you. His usual stoic demeanor had completely diminished in your presence. For the first time, Simon was needy. You gaze down at his hand gently gripping your hand, "I need you." He says. Pleas even. Dark, stormy, and now conflicted eyes are peering up at you and he tugs you toward him. You didn't know how to react. Seeing Simon so injured and broken makes you feel some type of way. Somewhat wrong, but somehow...powerful?

"You need me?" You finally spoke up. His Adam's apple bobs up and down.

"Yes.” He croaks out.

The morphine that has been coursing in his system finally kicks in and you were experiencing the lowering inhibitions of Simon Riley, not Ghost.

The Simon Riley laying out on the infirmary bed before you at this moment was vulnerable, desperate, and reliant on your presence and aid--insistent even.

But naturally, you're hesitant. A situation like this is compromising and delicate. Given the nature of the circumstances and his stature, he is obviously still at an advantage, but it feels wrong to pounce at the opportunity. You don't want to feel like a predator skulking about as he studies you with reliant, onyx hues.

You look at the time on your watch.

12:38 AM

It was quite late, but the tugging of his hand over yours disrupts your train of thought.

"C'mere. I want you by my side." He susurrates and you're in a bit of a trance at the resonance of his soothing, sleepy tone. It's not its usual gruff and gravelly, but instead a lulling rasp that pulls you in.

"It's late, Lieutenant." You gently chide as you attempt to pry his fingers off your wrist, but he takes his free hand over your own and pulls you flush against him. Goddamn, he was strong. Even in his dazed and confused state, he is built like a fuckin' boulder.

But he's not listening to you as he fiddles with your fingers, tracing over the skin and where it creases and finely wrinkles. Over the nail bed, and the unfiled ridges, down to the chip that you earned from earlier when you reached for your gun in your holster too quickly. He's thumbing over the half-moon on your thumb and then the scar on the meat of your palm before he brings it to his masked lips as if to kiss it over the fabric.

A small, shuddering breath escapes you, and your eyes are glazing over before you swallow thickly. He cups your hand over his jaw and inhales sharply as he closes his eyes.

"Don't care." He replies, curling his bicep around your waist and secures you so have nowhere to go.

Your heart thuds at the contact and your cheeks are teeming with warmth. And suddenly it feels like the heat in there is turning to the max because you're sweating like a dog under his keen gaze and snug hold on you.

"Want you to stay." And it's as if he's speaking purely from the heart when he looks at you like that. You want nothing more but to crumble into his arms and cave into whatever feelings are lurking within you, but there's an urge to maintain your professionalism. And Simon senses that. He wants you to let go.

Why? He didn't know. Be it the drugs, the near-death experience, or the fact that you look utterly gorgeous under the strong moonlight or all of the above; he wants you with all his being.

His bandage-wrapped fingers loop around the bottom of his mask and he's lifting it up to expose just his lips as it scrunches up under his nose. Even if you have seen the sight a multitude of times over the years of knowing your Lieutenant, it is always as awestriking as it was the first time you saw it. His pretty rosy lips kiss at your wrist and you're stunned.

"Stay." He croaks out.

"And then what?"

You can't help yourself from asking such a silly question. You just need to feel needed by him because there is just something about the clinginess in his body language that pulls you in for more. If Simon is being honest right now, he's on cloud motherfucking nine. He's so high that everything feels like tunnel vision right now and you're the only damn thing he can focus on, not that he would want to focus on anything else.

So when he's telling you to stay, he damn well means it. But he also wants more. He's telling himself not to be too hasty, at least the logical part of him, though he is following his heart's desires. And his heart is conveying to him that he yearns for your closeness, for all your regard, and selfishly enough, your own heart.

At this point, all reasoning is being tossed out the window when he fixates on your trembling, shimmering eyes and your quivering glossed lips that are slightly chapped. But he's thinking to himself, one kiss. One kiss would fix that for you.

Simon is no longer struggling to sit up when he's tensing you closer to him feeling the sweat wetting the small of your back. His brows slightly raise and you feel your cheeks flush at his little observation, but he's not halting his motion to close the short distance between you two. He's bringing his hand over the nape of your neck, carding his scarred fingers through the tendrils of your hair and a soft sigh leaves your lips.

And the way you visibly relax draws out a small smile onto his lips as your foreheads collide. You don't even dare to open your eyes. You swallow thickly as you feel your breath become shallow and sharp. It fans against his lips and he's feels even more enticed to just kiss you.

"Dammit, [name]..." He finally breathes out. And you're eyes are on him and he can feel a thrill creep up his chine when he sees the flash of longing overcome your half lidded gaze.

And now you're yearning to bridge the distance, creeping closer to him, nudging your nose against his, and faintly brushing your lips over the stubble on his philtrum. You notice how his chest huffs out, stuttering as it leaves his lungs.

Long blonde lashes tickle at your own as your lips graze and you're heart is thumping out of your chest. You feel yourself holding back from your own hankerings but the moment that Simon brings his thumb to skim over your bottom lip, you feel the tension snap like a rubberband and you're crashing your lips against his. To hell with ethical conduct and decorum, you want nothing more than to satiate your thirst for him.

And with every kiss, you feel like your hunger is being appeased. The ferocity that grows in the depths of your groin is clawing out as you clamber on top of him and you're tuning out the noisy heartbeat monitor that's becoming rapid. And it cuts out, thanks to the swift movement of Simon pulling out the cord so he can nestle his hands under your shirt and slip his tongue between your open-mouth kisses.

He's losing himself in you and he doesn't care because the feeling of your nails digging into his abdomen is more than pleasant. As if the morphine wasn't dizzying enough, he was starting to feel like he was reaching some sort of seventh heaven. Especially when he hears the soft whimper that leaves your lips when he thumbs atop your hardened bud and gently tweaks it between his fingers.

The tent that's starting to feel like it's pitching between his legs is getting ground upon and he shudders at how fucking good it feels.

"Fuck." He murmurs as he lifts your shirt up to expose your breast to him and he's latching his lips to your sensitive nipple. It's a soft probing of his tongue against the erogenous zone and you're instantly arching your back and he grasps at your hips to abrade your clothed sex against him. And it feels so fucking good.

So, naturally, you're not stopping. And Simon can't help but become absorbed in your pleasure. Your milky moans are like music to his ears as he switches over to your other nipple. The friction builds in your lower belly as you get into a good rhythm and it becomes increasingly euphoric with every roll of your hips. And fuck, it's not even much but the way you are so touch-starved makes it all the better.

"Simon, I—hah—gonna—" You moan out, throwing your head back in ecstasy as his tongue swirls around your bud. He's already addicted to the way you're saying his name between your whimpers.

"Cum." He commands, as he clutches your hips to help achieve your oncoming orgasm. His sexy, raspy voice is enough to send you over the edge and a terrific gasp escapes you as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Your breath is gone and you feel like your voice melts into a deep, hot sweetness that soothes your electrifying nerves.

There is a brief pause of silence as you catch your breath and the embarrassment skulks in and you don't want to withdraw from him. You only focus on his heartbeat which slows and his breath that levels. Your throat tightens as you shift awkwardly and his hand on your hip feels a little limp. You take another moment to memorize how he smelled to help you calm your nerves.

The aroma of his natural musk enmeshed with the faint scent of cypress digs into your brain as you try your hardest to engrave his essence before it slips away. With one more breath of courage, you withdraw from him to face the music but it seems he's fast asleep. His thumb is still hooked into the belt loop of your jeans, and you can't help but giggle at him.

A small sigh leaves your lips as you calm down from your climax and your shaky fingers, lower his mask back down so it's stretching over his neck. Maybe if you slip away right now he'll think that it was just a nice little wet dream...

But you feel his hand cling to you as you try make your sweet escape.

"Thought I told ya to stay." He mumbles under his breath while he wraps his arms around your waist, securing you and making certain you're not leaving his side anytime soon.

There's a feeling of assurance that fluxes over your edginess and you can finally breathe again. Simon's body feels weightless as he lays in this infirmary bed with your toasty form atop his. It feels heavenly to have your figure pressed against him and he hums in contentment. He's replaying the sound of your moans and the way your body writhed under his touch. And you're starting to feel the rigidity of his dirty thoughts against the zipper of your jeans.

"You sure?" You murmur back, feeling the warmth sidle back into your cheeks.

His grin grows under his mask and you can feel it against your forehead. Sleep overtakes him, but he gives you one last squeeze.

"'m sure."

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welcome, here you can see a selection of all my works related to call of duty and divided into different writing categories so you could pick what interests you — one shots, drabbles, headcanons, etc. character's that i recently writed about — simon ghost riley, könig, john price, johnny mactavish, kyle garrick.

DIFFERENT AU WRITINGS ―

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗗𝗢𝗚 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗥 𝗪𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧

dog collar wrestler simon ghost riley x fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

caveman simon ghost riley x villager fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗜𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗣𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨

simon ghost riley x piercer fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗚𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗦 𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗕𝗬

cowboy simon ghost riley x fem reader

ONE SHOTS ―

𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗠

simon ghost riley x fem reader

𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘

simon ghost riley x gn reader

𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘

simon ghost riley x gn reader

𝗨𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗢𝗡

simon ghost riley x gn reader

𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧'𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗡

simon ghost riley x gn reader

𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛

simon ghost riley x fem reader

𝗜𝗙 𝗜'𝗗 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗔 𝗭𝗢𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗘; 𝗜'𝗗 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡

zombie simon ghost riley x gn reader

𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦

simon ghost riley x fem reader

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚

simon ghost riley x fem reader

𝗡𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗬 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗬

simon ghost riley x fem reader

𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡

zombie simon ghost riley x medic fem reader

𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘, 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘

husband simon ghost riley x housewife fem reader

ONE SHOT REQUESTS ―

𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚

simon ghost riley x gn reader

THOUGHTS ―

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗡 𝗚𝗙 𝗣𝗧 𝟭, 𝗣𝗧 𝟮

bf simon ghost riley x gf virgin fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡'𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗦

simon ghost riley x fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗚𝗙

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗬 𝗚𝗙

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗦𝗛𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗢𝗙𝗙

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗬 𝗚𝗙

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗕𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗛

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 𝗕𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

SCENES ―

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗢 𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗜'𝗠 𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨

simon ghost riley x fem reader

HEADCANONS ―

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗬, 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨

bf simon, johnny and john x gn reader

OTHER ―

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗘

simon ghost riley x gn reader

𝗕𝗨𝗟𝗞𝗬 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗦 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

simon ghost riley x fem reader

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗟 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗞 𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗬

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗬𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗦

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗦 𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 𝗔 𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗕𝗕𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟

bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

DIFFERENT AU WRITINGS ―

𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗪𝗢𝗟𝗙 𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚

╰ 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

THOUGHTS ―

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗥𝗨𝗗𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗕𝗕𝗬 𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚

husband könig x wife fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥 𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚 𝗔𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕

rockstar könig x fem reader

OTHER ―

𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗗

bf könig x gf fem reader

𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗠𝗔𝗡

bf könig x gf fem reader

𝗟𝗔𝗭𝗬 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚

bf könig x gf fem reader

𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚

bf könig x gf fem reader

DIFFERENT AU WRITINGS ―

𝗖𝗢𝗪𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘

╰ 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼

𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗙 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘

╰ 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘

╰ 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲

THOUGHTS ―

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗬𝗟

bf john price x gf fem reader

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗔𝗣 𝗢𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗡

bf john price x gf fem reader

SCENES ―

𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗬 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨

bf john price x gf fem reader

HEADCANONS ―

bf simon, johnny and john x gn reader

OTHER ―

𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥

john price x gn reader

𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡 𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬

bf john price x gf fem reader

HEADCANONS ―

bf simon, johnny and john x gn reader

OTHER ―

𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨

bf johnny soap mctavish x gf fem reader

THOUGHTS ―

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗞𝗬𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛

bf kyle gaz garrick x gf fem reader

OTHER ―

𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗦

husband phillip graves x wife fem reader

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