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Simon "Ghost" Riley with a sick s/o

She felt like hell. Her head was throbbing with a migraine, feeling like it was about to burst any second causing a sickening pain to run down the back of her neck, spreading through her left shoulder. It was sharp, agonizing halting any movement to make it worse. Her nose was stuffy, breathing uncomfortably through one nostril. Her body felt weak and drained, exhaustion settled in her bones. She remained motionless, letting out a pathetic whimper as tears pricked the corner of her eyes.

Simon, downstairs, glanced towards their room wondering why she hasn't made her way towards the kitchen yet. He set the pan down, slinging the towel over his shoulder and started to plate the pancakes, "lovie," he called, " av' made breakfast"

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[dating headcannons || Ghost]

[141 camping mayhem]

[walking in on him losing his temper || Dean]

[you wake up] - part two to 'pervert Dean headcannons'

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summary : Ghost with a clingy s/o

Simon with a clingy dovie who has to be touching him at all times. in sleep she's wrapped around him like a cat, legs tangled with his, arms snaked around his ribs and face nuzzled in his neck. he could not be happier as he holds her close, kissing the top of her head before drifting off himself.

summary : simon stumbles upon a civilian getting robbed and decides to take her back to his place to patch her up.

"Somebody help me please!" she called out. Desperate, panicked and terrified.

That was the first thing Simon heard as he jogged down the path. His body tensed, soldier instincts honed over years, flared. He rounded the corner.

A man pointing a gun at a woman, who laid on the ground clutching her arm, bleeding from an earlier knife wound. Which was before the man took out the gun. she clutched her purse.

all this racket for money, Simon thought disgruntled.

The man hadn't noticed him yet but the woman did. She glanced over with teary eyes which flickered with relief. Something in Simon's chest clenched tight. His gaze darkened.

summary : 141 finds out their best mate is married

Gaz noticed it first.

She was one of the [soldier/medic/secretary] that worked there but for some reason she always favoured Ghost. She checked up on him, wanting to see his recent injuries. She asked if he had breakfast or ate something in the messhall. and of course, even though Ghost lied, she still gave him three protein bars which he, despite their surprise, accepted without complaint.

At first Gaz would have thought that maybe Ghost made a new friend but he mentally scoffed at the thought. It's Ghost. He doesn't do 'friends', the only people Ghost liked were the lads and the occasional competent soldier. So when Gaz noticed him, multiple times a week, actually hold a lengthy conversation with her, talking instead of his usual short grunt responses it was safe to say there was something going on.

Soap comes over to play video games but he plays with you instead ・₊✧

Thinking about Soap who comes over to your place to play video games with you. You're in nothing but a skimpy thong and an oversized shirt, sitting between his thighs with your back pressing against his chest.

He has his arms around you but he's no longer playing the game, the controller put aside, instead he's playing with you. You're trying to concentrate on the game as his hands rub along your thighs dipping beneath the shirt. You can feel his cock twitch against your ass, already rock hard when he starts to kiss your neck, sloppy open mouthed kisses with bites nipping and leaving dark marks. You let out soft little whimpers and moans, only spurring him on more.

He chuckles against your throat, a dark grin on his lips as his fingers dip into your thong feeling how wet you are for him. Your lips part, breathing getting heavier as you try to concentrate through your lust filled lidded gaze, squirming under his hold as he starts circling your clit. His legs brackets yours to keep you spread open for him. Fingers slick with your arousal when he moves from your puffy clit and shoves two fingers into your sopping hole.

You lean back against him, controller falling to one side as the wet squelching sounds fill the room, he bites down harder on your neck as your obscene moans fill the room, feeling your orgasm approaching. Your arousal pools down around your damp thong, down your ass and onto the bedsheets, also leaving a wet patch on his jeans right where his cock's pressing against you. He can't help but rut against you desperately as the feeling in your belly coils tigter. He doesn't let up after the first orgasm. Two, three, four.

When he pulls his fingers out, covered in your cum, he pops them into his mouth sucking them clean with a deep groan, so sinfully. Only to flip you onto your back and spread your legs wide, throwing your thighs over his shoulder as his mouth attaches to your cunt, eager for more of your taste. He eats you out, laps at your arousal, drinks your cum like a man starved.

summary : Simon finding his s/o's suicide note

The warm water washed over them and for a moment their shoulders dropped, the thoughts and emotions of the day fading. It was starting to get bad again. Heavy, too heavy. They crossed their arms, gripping as if trying to hold themselves together as they tilted their chin up. Their eyes were closed, trying to think about anything else trying to let the steams distract them. Yet the stinging on their hips drew a wince, breaking through the facade of fragile peace. Tears blended with the shower, stiffling their sobs, the sickening feeling of inevitability overwhelming them.

Captian Price rewards his girl for studying ・₊✧

Thinking about John price who helps his girl study, a young precious thing in college. His fat cock stuffed deep in her cunt as she sits on his lap, her back against his chest, legs spread wide and shaking. He put a blindfold on her so she couldn't read the textbook he was holding. One hand gripped her hip. Everytime she gets an answer right she gets three thrusts and just as the pleasure starts, it stops suddenly leaving her whining trying to desperately move but he holds her in place. He tsks, "Now now love, just five more questions" he scolds ignoring the way his cock twitches inside her gummy walls.

It's been 2 hours.

Tears are streaming down her face from frustration, needy and wanting to be fucked dumb which was a promise if she gets most of them right. She studied hard for this so she deserved to be pounded, held down and take it. Arousal has long since puddled on his lap creating a sticky mess.

Finally when she gets them right, he puts the textbook down kissing her neck with a gruff, "Good girl" and holds her down by the hips as he starts thrusting roughly into her, a fast brutal pace which has her moaning loudly. He praises her for being so smart and that she's definitely passing her exam tomorrow as she screams his name.

summary : after a date, Soap finds out his bonnie has never been kissed and is a teasing little shit about it

The night air bit cold the second they step outside. She moved past Johnny who's holding the door open. The warm air of the restaurant left her causing goosebumps to decorate her skin. She felt her back brush his chest and she shyly ducked her, "Thank you" she said, a shy smile on her face with her cheeks still flushed from his teasing. She tensed as his hand slid among her hip as she stepped out, the restaurant chatter fading behind them.

Being a soldier, trained to read even the subtlest cues of body language, he noticed how she shivered, pulling the sweater sleeves over her hands and let her hair fall around her neck to generate warmth. A primal urge in him stirred to protect, "Yer cold bonnie, here" he commanded rather than a suggestion, sliding his own jacket off. Before she could deny or ask, "What about you-?", he's already lifted her arms and put the jacket on her himself.

summary : Soap's bonnie gives him the silent treatment

Johnny does not take the silent treatment well. The bastard knew what caused it. It was him that kept pestering her, that kept pushing her buttons because it was oh so cute to see her little face scrunched up, her nose twitching and the puffed up cheeks from irritation. He loved to draw the reaction out of her. The problem was that he doesn't know when to stop.

He kept poking her. Tickling her. Kept grabbing her. Making comments. Holding things out of reach. Squished her cheeks when she tried to tell him to stop. "But yer too cute lass, cannae help it" he would coo, pressing his lips to her pouted ones. The last straw was when he mocked softly when she tried to tell him off.

summary : Simon approaches his lovie after a fight

Simon doesn't do big apologies. He doesn't waste his time with a long monologue about how he was wrong. He believed that action spoke louder than words. However cliché that might sound, it's all he's ever known. He's seen his father's empty promises towards his mother before the inevitable bruise on her cheek would bloom again. He saw how his mother cried herself to sleep after daily screaming matches.

This fight was particularly bad. It wasn't a screaming match like he's used to from his childhood, no, he refused to engage in that scene. He'd rather cut off his own hand, put a bullet in his knee than to treat his lovie like that. This was a cold, clinical argument from his part after she tried to communicate about something upsetting her.

summary - his bonnie unknowingly jokes about his insecurities

Johnny lived for days like this. Days where he got to relax and spend time with his favourite person. Days where he didn't have to constantly think about missions, his work or worry about outcomes. These are days he cherished and look forward to, days where the only thing on his mind are how he got to show love to his bonnie.

He's leaned against the counter, blue eyes locked on her form as she bickered with him, a joyous smile graced her face and god did it make his heart swell. Her laugh, like music to his ears as she plopped the dough onto the parchment paper in neat circular cookie shapes.

"and that's why you leave the baking to me Johnny-" his heart skipped a beat, as it always did hearing her say his name. A name he only let's those closest to him call, her and Simon. Also the occasional 'Johnny' from that bastard Graves. "- last time, god knows how, you managed to set the dough on fire" she recalled with a giggle, shaking her head at the memory.

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• he comes over to play +18mdni

• he gives his shy lass her first kiss

• you're never here

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• how he approaches his lovie after a fight

• dating him headcannons +18mdni

• him finding his s/o's suicide note

• his mates find out he's married

• his new dovie got mugged

• Ghost with a clingy s/o

• broken porcelain

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• with a sick s/o

• he can't sleep without you

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• camping mayhem [141]

• he helps his girl study [Price 18+mdni]