Lee/Cheyll

hahaha xD which pairings 👀

And even if it didn't, he would still wake with him, and could snuggle closely until he had enough strength to face it.

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(17/17)

Pure comfort all around him, absentmindedly squeezing at the round pecs under his hand, Simon slowly managed to drift off again, this time in peace. When he would wake, the new day would be better, and brighter. (16/17)

Everything about John was solid, and warm, and huge, and soft, and Simon wanted to sink into him, crawl into his heat and cuddle as closely as possible. (15/17)

He heard and felt John's heartbeat under his face, and was lifted up and down softly with every breath the man took.

The arms slowly stroked over his back, the padded core under him a soft cushion to rest on, the wide chest a phenomenal pillow. (14/17)

He sneaked one arm under John's shoulder to hold tight, and brought the other up to rest on his chest. Closing his eyes, he just breathed in and out slowly, enjoying the familiar, comfortable smell all around him, and the soft warmth around him. (13/17)

A moment later, he was jolted around lightly by the chuckling running through the man under him.

"Better now, yeah?"

"Yeah. Thank you." Simon managed, now relaxed enough to move his limbs around. (12/17)

face full of tits and relaxation seeping through him like he was blanketed in pure heat and safety. Wasn't too far off from reality, he reckoned.

Though he seemed to at least bring his contentedness across with the muffled noise. (11/17)

Something very soft and warm was laid over his back, which Simon realised must he his discarded pelt, the arms coming up over it to hold him close.

"You good?" John checked in, voice gravelly and deep and sleep-soft.

"Hmngff." Simon couldn't manage anything more intelligible with his (10/17)

One hand sneaked upward, gently scratching over the short hair in Simon's nape, and after a moment of shuffling around, Simon was laid out flat on John's body, head tucked in between two heavy pecs. (9/17)

he was suddenly manhandled against his chest.

The first things he registered were soft warmth against his face, and the salty, heavy musk of John in his nose. Big strong arms came up, stroking over the whole expanse of his back, and pulled him close. (8/17)

But he couldn't help but long for some comfort. Shrouded in the dark of night, unable to be perceived by anyone, his weakness hidden, maybe it was okay here.

"Come here." John grumbled out and Simon couldn't process everything quickly enough to react with more than a surprised yelp when (7/17)

conceal the smile on John's lips; Simon could hear it clear as day. "You want some space?"

"I don't know. No. Could I…?" Simon didn't dare to finish speaking his request. He shouldn't be dependent on others for help, should be strong instead. Able to deal with this on his own. (6/17)

out shakily, still not feeling himself. His heart rate was fast, a looming sense of something bad in the back of his mind, neurons over firing with stress hormones. His anxiety was just waiting for the inevitable doom to happen.

"Hey." The complete darkness around them wasn't able to (5/17)

as if soothing a spooked animal. Distantly, Simon registered a warm palm carefully running up and down his shoulders, an arm length of space between them. Probably in case Simon went violent when waking up; he was sure he went violent at least when still sleeping.

"Hey." Simon breathed (4/17)

He was rigid; lying in the bed like a plank, his breathing fast and shallow, eyes wide open but seeing nothing but black around him. Was he really awake?

"There you go, it's alright, just had a nightmare is all."

John was here, and talking to him in his quiet, deep voice, softly spoken (3/17)

(Also on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/69065676)

"Simon. Wake up, come on, sweetheart, get back here."

With a violent shiver jolting through his whole body, Simon was reeled back in to reality. (2/17)

It's Alright: Comfort, Nightmares, Cuddles, Fluff - PriceGhost, Simon has a nightmare and John cuddles him. A very short thing I wrote on a whim for my friend Rayne who had a bad day.

#PriceGhost #Bear!Price #SimonGhostRiley #JohnPrice #CallofDuty #threadfic #fluff

(1/17)

One hand sneaked upward, gently scratching over the short hair in Simon's nape, and after a moment of shuffling around, Simon was laid out flat on John's body, head tucked in between two heavy pecs. (9/17)

he was suddenly manhandled against his chest.

The first things he registered were soft warmth against his face, and the salty, heavy musk of John in his nose. Big strong arms came up, stroking over the whole expanse of his back, and pulled him close. (8/17)

But he couldn't help but long for some comfort. Shrouded in the dark of night, unable to be perceived by anyone, his weakness hidden, maybe it was okay here.

"Come here." John grumbled out and Simon couldn't process everything quickly enough to react with more than a surprised yelp when (7/17)

conceal the smile on John's lips; Simon could hear it clear as day. "You want some space?"

"I don't know. No. Could I…?" Simon didn't dare to finish speaking his request. He shouldn't be dependent on others for help, should be strong instead. Able to deal with this on his own. (6/17)

out shakily, still not feeling himself. His heart rate was fast, a looming sense of something bad in the back of his mind, neurons over firing with stress hormones. His anxiety was just waiting for the inevitable doom to happen.

"Hey." The complete darkness around them wasn't able to (5/17)

as if soothing a spooked animal. Distantly, Simon registered a warm palm carefully running up and down his shoulders, an arm length of space between them. Probably in case Simon went violent when waking up; he was sure he went violent at least when still sleeping.

"Hey." Simon breathed (4/17)

He was rigid; lying in the bed like a plank, his breathing fast and shallow, eyes wide open but seeing nothing but black around him. Was he really awake?

"There you go, it's alright, just had a nightmare is all."

John was here, and talking to him in his quiet, deep voice, softly spoken (3/17)

(Also on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/69065676)

"Simon. Wake up, come on, sweetheart, get back here."

With a violent shiver jolting through his whole body, Simon was reeled back in to reality. (2/17)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR CREATING THIS!!!!
the cats are so cute. All the details. The cozy colours. THEM!!!!! They're so cute, I love it so much WAAAAHHHHH 😭💖😭💖😭

💀🧼💍🐈‍⬛☕️ 🌿

#ghoap #CallofDuty #soapghost #ModernWarfare3 #CoDMW3

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YES!!!!! I'M CHEERING! I'M SCREAMING FROM THE ROOFTOPS! I'M FROLICKING! I'M GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET!!!!!!!!!

Feral, foaming, shaking emote with hearts all around

I have not been the same since Bear!Price came into my life. I'm so fucking unwell, I'm shaking and rattling at the bars if my enclosure.

LISTEN HE'S JUST STRONG AND HAIRY AND WARM AND FAT AND I'M GONNA GET VIOLENT SOON