#nonbinary simon

[beastwhimsy]

this would happen

[future-crab]

It's been said before, it will be said again, but it's still worth saying: the fact that art centering on straight romance is allowed to just be bad, but art with queer romance in it always has to be indicative of A Serious Problem With the Way We Tell Queer Stories makes being a queer person making queer art deeply stressful

[lunareclipse-writes]

Title: Bite Down Harder

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tags: Enemies to lovers, hate sex, rough sex, biting, bruises, angst, submission, dominance, brutal first kiss, sarcastic/bratty reader, possessive Ghost, hurt/comfort under all the rage

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You hated Simon Riley.

The way he spoke in clipped, gruff commands like your name was a nuisance on his tongue. The way he stood too close during missions, just to get under your skin. And worse, the way he looked at you—like you were a puzzle he could crush instead of solve.

You gave it right back. Every sarcastic comment, every eye-roll. You baited him like your life depended on it.

Maybe it did.

"You're gonna get yourself killed," Ghost snarled one night, cornering you in a locker room after a mission gone sideways. Blood soaked both your sleeves, but neither of you cared. The air crackled.

"Aw, you care?" you spat, half-laughing. "That's rich, coming from the guy who left me behind at the last checkpoint."

“You were slow.”

You stepped in. “And you’re a cold, self-righteous bastard.”

You didn’t see the first shove coming. You felt your back slam against the locker, your breath catching in your throat as Ghost's gloved hand gripped your collar.

“You keep running your mouth,” he growled, “I’m gonna shut it for you.”

"Stop staring at me like that," you bit back, "or I’m going to kiss you."

His mask tilted. “Try.”

You did.

It wasn’t gentle. Teeth clashed. You didn’t know who bit first. You only knew your lips were bruised and you tasted copper when he finally shoved you back again—hard. The locker rattled.

You blinked, dazed. Ghost was panting, the balaclava pushed up enough to reveal a bruised, bitten mouth. His eyes were wild.

“I hate you,” you breathed.

“Good.” He grabbed your throat. “Hate me harder.”

You didn’t talk about it.

But you did it again.

And again.

Each encounter worse than the last—rougher, meaner, like punishment and release were the same thing. Like your hatred was a language neither of you spoke, but your bodies did.

Your banter grew filthier. Your fights, more personal. He’d shove you against concrete walls and drag a knee between your legs, grinding until your eyes rolled back. You clawed at his arms, bit his jaw, left nail marks on his back. He left bruises everywhere—neck, hips, thighs.

You ached for it. For him.

One night, it broke.

A mission went wrong. You were nearly captured—because Ghost disobeyed an order to get to you first. It cost the team a clean escape.

You didn’t speak until hours later, back at base.

“You compromised the op,” you hissed.

“You could’ve died.”

“That’s not your decision!”

He stalked toward you. “It was. You think I give a fuck about command when you’re bleeding out?”

“You were supposed to hate me.”

He ripped the mask off.

“I do.”

He kissed you like it hurt. Like hating you wasn’t enough anymore. His tongue shoved past your lips, claiming, bruising, biting. His hands were everywhere—clutching your shirt, your belt, yanking.

Clothes hit the floor fast. He shoved you down on your knees.

“You talk so much,” he growled, undoing his belt. “Let’s put that mouth to better use.”

You didn’t resist. You opened obediently—hungry for it, for him, for whatever sick version of love this was.

He fucked your throat until you were gagging, drooling. You gripped his thighs and whined around him.

“Look at you now,” he muttered. “So fuckin’ bratty until you’ve got my cock in your mouth.”

You moaned. He pulled out before you could finish him, yanked you up by your hair, and pushed you over the nearest surface.

"You want me to ruin you, yeah?"

You nodded, eyes glassy.

“Say it.”

“Ruin me, Ghost. Fuck—please—”

He shoved in raw, barely prepped, letting you feel the stretch, the burn. You gasped, nails clawing at the floor, tears pricking your eyes.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it.”

You came twice before he did—once from his fingers, once untouched, just from the way he pounded into you, growling filth in your ear.

“Slut for me now, huh? So cockdrunk you can’t even talk. That’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

You couldn’t stop the broken noises. Couldn’t stop drooling.

When he came, he collapsed over you, body trembling.

He didn’t pull away for a long time.

His voice, when it came, was rough.

“…You alright?”

You nodded, still dizzy.

He kissed your shoulder.

You whispered, “You’re warm. Stay.”

He did.

Weeks passed.

It didn’t stop. But something shifted.

He started kissing you like it meant something. He started growling at anyone who looked at you too long.

You stole one of his hoodies. He saw it and smirked. “Is that my hoodie?”

“You’re blushing,” he added. “It’s cute.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

You still argued. Still traded venom in front of the team. But behind closed doors, you melted.

He made you his.

Bruises turned to love bites.

Rough hands turned gentle.

And the hate?

Still there—but tempered by need, by warmth.

Maybe enemies weren’t meant to become lovers.

But he wasn’t just Ghost anymore.

He was Simon.

And somehow, that was worse.

Because you loved him now.

And you knew it.

And maybe—maybe—he loved you too.

---

Masterlist

[gravesdept]

CONTENT: task f 141 + graves + makarov headcannons — gn! reader >> slight angst. nsfw kinda. main character death mentioned. gun kink. knife kink. marking kink. blood mentioned. internalized homophobia. wc: around 1000+

an ;; LMAO CAN YOU TELL WHO HALF THOSE TAGS ARE FOR

“HOW DO THEY LOVE? // HOW POSSESSIVE ARE THEY? // DO THEY SHARE?„

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY ✮

hes possessive alright. simon most likey has never had or felt real feelings for another person other than his familiarity with 141 and that wouldn’t attempt to change unless he’d met someone who is able to sneak into the gigantic walls he put up for himself. that being said if you were to step into his life by chance and also happen to fit his personality enough for his walls to shift.. lets just say you’d be on his hook for life. simon takes pride in knowing he has finally has someone to go home to (like a real military man he thinks), he takes pride in knowing he can count on someone, he takes care of the ones he “loves”. you caring for him back is just bonus points in his fucked up book. sum of it ghost is pretty possessive, although hes not the one to kill or be extreme with his measures for you ( he will break a bone or two ), he will always make sure to put himself first and while that’s selfish hes been through more than enough to know that love never sticks and his trauma filled heart wont let him stay too long—but if he thinks that you are a need in his life,, then you are his to keep. hell asking if ghost shares could get you killed. while ghost is not the one to kill for you—he will kill for himself. you are now a necessity in ghosts life; in simons life. you’re in his routine and he doesn’t make room in his routine for just anybody, simon sees you as a part of his own as he now needs you for certain tasks. killing for himself is way easier and will happen if anyone even suggests sharing you to him.

CAPTAIN. JOHN PRICE

john is one hell of a lover, thats for sure. he takes his love life seriously; wants to date to marry type serious. its sure by his age he’s already been divorced or has been married and thats not something he takes lightly. hes all for one night stands but if your going to get him all cheesed up just expect to take him out to dinner the next day. if the “date” goes well and you both start with something thats sort of a talking stage, its clear he wants something as he doesn’t let his guard down for just anybody. like simon he puts his work first, task force 141 coming before his own soul. hes a workaholic of course and would need someone who he could talk to about his paperwork; a person he could complain to for hours about how soap works on his nerves. if you meet his standards you might as well be his even if you dont know it; he’s just as possessive as it gets. you’re civilian? hes treating you like one of his soldiers because he’s possessive over all of his men, price will kill for you knowing the danger he attracts. you’re military? hes backing you up if you need the extra assistance and will not hesitate to drop a body for you. cause thats how he loves; its all he knows. sharing is a hard no for price, he finds it awkward to share with anyone and if you want someone else.. lets just say he’d rather leave you than see you be with another person while with him, again he will not share under no circumstance. he needs you and you only and if you cant except that then “best get to goin’. ” in his words.

JOHNNY “SOAP” MACTAVISH

soap doesnt love as hard as john or have walls as high as ghost, he has his own sense of self coordination. soap wants someone whose rough enough but can handle his jokes. someone who can love him for who he his, for all his scars, for his wellbeing. I imagine johnny growing up being chastised for his sexuality. meeting you would solidify something in him as you would accept him and he would never forget that heavenly trait of yours. hes fallen for you already and theres not much more to do before he wants a ring from you. I know I said he doesnt love as hard as john but soap can come to love just as hard and willingly as he wants to; all he needs is a push. soaps clingy nature is active once hes feeling comfortable around you, wants to be by you most of the time especially including when he has to do stacks of deskwork. soap is one of the only ones who is willing to share, thinks its your choice compared to his. no matter what you do hes by your side; though, killing for you is his last resort. with johnny killing will not always be his first option especially since being discharged from the military he feels as though is a disgrace, he would only kill immediately if you were part of the military too and were harmed in combat. hes protective but not as possessive as the others.

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

kyle has relationship problems, falls for the wrong types of people. lets his guard down a bit too much than the others. makes him different in his heart; but too soft for the bunch. he crushes on people who give him even the tiniest bit of affection, must be because hes only dated around a few times. so guess its not absurd for the situation that was between you two. It was weird for a bit; weird cant even be the word. you and kyle were bestfriends and kyle had liked you. it was awkward to say the least but he confessed and for the first time in a while someone had said yes to his confession. it already sparked so many feelings that you could probably have had him right there. while gaz has relationship problems its safe to say hes just as possessive as the others, once hes got a hold of you its a while before he lets go. hes clingy like soap and loves hard like price. he’s different because he will kill for you if needed, whether you be civilian or military personnel no matter what’s happening kyle loves too much to let the person he cares about go. he shares because, again, its your choice and hes into whatever your into. though his tolerance is low; hes only sharing because its what you want. he would never willingly share if you didn’t want to and would never ask you if you wanted relations with another person.

COM. PHILLIP GRAVES

phillip is a one night stand typa guy, only there to fuck and leave. wouldn’t want a serious relationship and surely wouldn’t want someone to love. so he slept around ,, his job as commander was stressful, its no doubt he needed a stress reliever every minute he could get; one night stands provided that and he was fine with it, fine with the circumstances. ironically that is until he met you.. you were “different” he said. you pushed his buttons in all the right ways; made him want more of you. made him feel weird inside. said he couldn’t feel love onetime and you almost made him regret it. phillip loves rough though its soft around the edges.. he wants that same type of love reciprocated right back to him, its alright if you cant be soft to him he’ll still take it like the goodboy he is. wants someone who will treat him horribly but at the end of the day love him harder than ever, not ideal but its what he wants, and he gets what he wants. never been one to quit either, will continue to try and get you even if you said no to his advances the first time. safe to say he wont be sharing either, he has major problems with sharing when it comes to complete strangers. might share you with his shadows though; other times he wants you all to himself because he knows hes all you need. all your body needs atleast. your opinion is honestly irrelevant to him too. (he will drop anyone dead within a 5 feet radius of you.)

COM. VLADIMIR MAKAROV

vladimir, the one who is the toughest to break and even tougher to love. this is because unless you have a sign on your forehead that says “hey pick me”, makarov is not batting an eye for a civilian. under no circumstances will he let his emotions with a mere under role come in hand with his work. so in every scenario your in some type of military work or even under him in command, cause then he might peak an eyelash towards your files and find out who you are. if prior to meeting eachother you idolize his work—you’ve already climbed towers that would take years to reach. makarov wants someone whose loyal, someone whose willing to put him first (he wants a dog whose willing to take their life for him). and while many of his soldiers already happen to do that everyday for him, you stick out like a sore thumb so bad that it just so happens to confuse him. he questions whats so damn interesting about you and even comes to reason that its him being weak minded and ill thoughted. a leader does not think such thoughts about someone of your sexuality; sure as hell not a person whose so proud of it. later he comes to realize his thoughts were wrong. after a hookup between the two of you during a stressful day, he sees more of whats to come. of course still he doesn’t support but he can get behind it just for you. makarov is VERY possessive, he would kill cities for you; countries even. would carve his name on your body so that everyone knows your his, make you get a tattoo atleast. (gets you guns with his name engraved into them, loves when you try to use them against him during sex; he has a major gun kink / knife kink and loves inflicting pain on you to the point where you’re bleeding.) he for sure does not share. hes one of the ones thats obsessive over what you do enough to keep you locked up too, once your marked as his you stay his. he does not take well to his property being used by others and does not condone what you feel for that matter. if you disagree or betray his decisions,, no matter how much hes come to accept you, he can and will not hesitate to shoot you dead along with anyone whose ever tried to come in contact with you. he does not share.

bonus: WHOSE IN WHAT POSITION? (sub/dom) ✮

simon is a dom for sure while still not feeling that comfortable submitting, price also is a dom but not because he’s uncomfortable he just likes having a bit of power, johnny is a sub(literally no explanation), kyle is a switch sub/dom depending on what mood hes feeling, graves is a sub leaning dom as he doesn’t like to let you do everything by yourself, makarov is the most power in a dom ive ever seen because he can’t stand having someone being superior to him.

an :: maybeeew writing makarov smut fic in a few days maybeee 🙂‍↕️

@ property of gravesdept on tumblr

[justthatstarboy]

Transmasc nonbinary Ghost who has never had a super strong sense of identity anyway, who identifies as more of an entity than a gender, presents masc because they're in the military and have an image they feel obliged to keep up but when they're at home with Johnny, they love to be more at ease: stops hiding their painted nails in their gloves; wears hints of makeup, more than their eyeblack, like colorful eyeliner, subtle shimmery highlighter or neutral toned lipsticks; wears softer sweeter scents of perfumes or lotions that make their skin feel oh so soft; trying on skirts from long billowing ones that they love to twirl in and stim with, to short cheeky ones that get Johnny flushing red and drooling; trying on lacy bralets that accentuate their top surgery scars under their big baggy hoodies, peeking out just enough under the purposely low zipper to drive Johnny crazy...

Just more nonbinary Ghost

[musicallychaos]

[sha-brytols]

i also think the fact that weekes wasnt out when masked empire came out also plays a lot into how the tumblr side of fandom perceives the romance which. leaves sort of a bad taste in my mouth..

[kajamnikk]

moreeee moreeeee

[und-dann-war-es-fast-gut]

„Wir haben was vorbereitet.“ „Und was kommt jetzt?“ „Du glaubst doch nicht, dass wir dey/deren schon auswendig können.“ „Fair enough.“

[mouse-doubleo100]

try not to get gender envy from adventure time: fionna and cake challenge (impossible)

[yourdailyqueer]

Simone Person

Gender: Non binary (he/they)

Sexuality: Queer

DOB: N/A

Ethnicity: African American, white

Occupation: Poet, writer, scholar

[lunareclipse-writes]

Title: No Safe Word

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tags: Brutal smut, raw angst, rough first kiss, biting, bruises, possessive Ghost, bratty reader, submission, power struggle, hate sex, emotional tension, filthy dynamics

Word Count: 10,218 words

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You hated Simon Riley. Not the polite, quiet kind of hate, but the kind that settled in your gut and refused to leave, no matter how many missions you shared or arguments you fought.

Every time you saw him, you felt that low-burning fury — the heat in your chest when he spoke to you like you were a problem to solve rather than a person.

He hated you right back. That much was obvious. His icy glare, the clipped tones he used whenever your paths crossed, the way he stalked through the base like a predator always searching for a fight.

But beneath all that aggression, you both craved the same thing — release. And you found it in each other, in the only way two people who hated each other could: brutal, filthy, vicious sex.

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The first time it happened, it wasn’t planned.

You’d been fighting shoulder to shoulder on a hostage extraction. Your squad had been ambushed, gunfire tearing through the night as you dragged a bleeding civilian to safety.

Simon had your back, covering every angle, moving like a shadow, efficient and ruthless. But then you slipped — a shot grazed your arm, burning hot.

You cursed under your breath, and before you could even process the pain, Simon was there.

“Move,” he barked. His hand grabbed your collar and yanked you behind a low wall.

You were breathing hard, chest heaving, eyes wild. “Thanks for the rescue.”

He didn’t answer. His eyes were dark, focused.

“Don’t get soft on me.”

You snorted. “Not planning on it.”

---

Later, back at the safe house, adrenaline still thrumming through your veins, the tension between you boiled over.

He cornered you in the kitchen, fingers curling around your wrist with surprising force.

“Stop talking,” he growled. “Or I’m going to shut you up myself.”

You tilted your chin up, eyes blazing. “Try it.”

Simon’s breath hit your face, rough and hot. His gloved hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you in.

The kiss was nothing like you expected — not gentle, not hesitant, but a brutal collision of teeth and tongue.

You bit back, hard. A growl rumbled in his throat.

“Damn,” he hissed, lips dragging along your jaw. “You fight dirty.”

You smiled against his mouth. “I learned from the best.”

---

From then on, it was a war waged in stolen moments and brutal touches.

You’d trade insults, spit venom in each other’s faces, but when the lights went out, the masks dropped.

He was rough — so much rougher than you thought. Hands that slammed, lips that bruised, teeth that marked you like property.

You were defiant, a brat, pushing back every inch. But when he claimed you, you melted, helpless and broken beneath his relentless assault.

---

One night, it got worse.

You were on the floor of his room, skin slick with sweat, muscles trembling. He had you bent over the bed, lips nipping at your spine, hands gripping your hips like he’d never let go.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous.

You swallowed hard. “What?”

“That you’re mine.”

You smirked, though your cheeks burned. “Mine, huh?”

“Yes. Say it.”

“Fine.” You bit your lip. “I’m yours. Happy?”

He grabbed your hair, tugging your head back. “Very.”

---

The way he fucked you was brutal, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake. But he was careful where it mattered — slow when you needed it, desperate when you gave him the signal.

You learned his rhythms, how to give and take until you both shattered.

And when it was over, when his hands stilled and his breathing evened, the anger in his eyes softened just a little.

---

But this wasn’t love. Not yet.

It was fire. It was hate. It was the kind of violent obsession that threatened to consume you both.

And you weren’t sure if either of you wanted to survive it.

---

The days that followed were a brutal dance between control and surrender.

You and Ghost couldn’t keep your hands off each other, but the fights only grew worse — sharper words, harder shoves, more biting and bruising.

“Why do you keep pushing me?” he snarled one afternoon, slamming your back against the wall. His mask was off now, eyes wild and dark.

“Because I know you want it,” you snapped. “You’re just too damn stubborn to admit it.”

He grinned — feral, terrifying. “Maybe I am.”

And then he kissed you like he was claiming your soul.

---

That night, everything broke loose.

You were on the edge of losing control — your body aching for him, your mind tangled in a mess of want and hate.

He pinned you to the bed, hands tangled in your hair, teeth scraping your collarbone.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”

You gasped. “I’m yours.”

His cock was hard and relentless, pressing into you with a hunger that left no room for doubt.

He fucked you with brutal, merciless thrusts — biting, spanking, growling his possessiveness as you cried out his name.

---

You came undone beneath him, trembling and raw.

He followed after, collapsing over you, breath ragged.

For a moment, there was silence — just the sound of your heartbeats syncing.

Then he whispered, “I hate that I love you.”

You smiled weakly. “I hate that I love you more.”

---

Masterlist

[loki-core-the-variant]

Retro post from my Zucced fb page, Loki-Core: The Variant

[circusinthewalls]

Semi-NSFW Ghost Ramblings - MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(CW: Discussions of deep depression.) [Masterlist]

Depression's a bitch. Always finding a way to halt you in your tracks, bringing you to an abrupt, crumbling stop. Simon can tell it's starting up again. You manage to perform most of your daily necessities, but he doesn't miss the way you practically drag through them.

You eat slower, eat less. Your showers have been taking longer. Laundry doesn't get put in the wash til you're struggling to find clean clothes, fatigue pants mismatched with an undershirt, or something of the sort.

He can't place the root cause of it, but he's smart enough to not let you continue sinking deeper into it. At least if he can, that is. Stubborn thing you are.

You're a little caught off guard when he comes knocking on the door to your room one night, and even more so when he pushes past you, letting himself in. Before you can even open your mouth to question him, you've been thrown over his shoulder. He turns back the way he came, ignoring your questions and muttered pleas to be put down.

"Settin' you straight," he says when you eventually give up.

That's the only explanation you get until you've entered the showers. You recognize the room by the tile and lift your head a bit. Odd. What're the lights already on for? Should be off long by now at this hour.

Just as you begin to get a feel for your surroundings, you're lifted off Simon's shoulder and set down on what you can only assume is the edge of the sinks. You're a little too disoriented by the sudden movement to tell straight away.

"You gonna be good for me, yeah?" he queries, and you can feel his hands slide up your thighs as he moves to stand between them.

Confusion knits your brows.

"Didn't do anything," you object.

His fingers twitch, grip tightening by a fraction. You try to ignore the way it makes your cheeks heat up.

"Not what I asked."

His tone brooks no argument. Clearly, whatever it is he wants, he'll be having none of your little complaints tonight. You concede and give a tentative nod. Judging by the look in his eye, you can only assume he's pleased with the change of attitude.

He reaches behind you, retrieving.. a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Both are new. Not particularly extraordinary, flimsy things that come standard issued in this line of work, but he doesn't know where you keep your toiletries and frankly couldn't be bothered to look. Grabbing these from the locker room storage closet was easier.

You glance over your shoulder to watch him wet the toothbrush, then glob the paste on it's multicolored bristles. When he brings it around infront of you his other hand is already reaching up to grip your jaw, though it stops short.

"Open your mouth."

You hesitate, glancing between him and the toothbrush. Hell, if he wanted you to brush your teeth you didn't understand why he couldn't let you do it yourself. He fixes you with a look, and you slowly do as you're told. He wrenches a thumb gently into your mouth, cocking it up to get you to open wider.

Your cheeks flush brighter, the faintest whine escaping once he starts brushing your teeth.

"Shh, there ya go," he soothes. "Just be good for me. You're doin' so well already."

Once it comes to brushing your tongue he has the tip pinched between his fingers. The whole thing feels strangely intimate, especially when he accidentally dips the toothbrush back too far and makes you gag. He curses under his breath, muttering a hushed 'sorry' as he finishes up.

He continues on with his little whispers of how good you're being, reassuring you every chance he gets. Unfortunately, it's getting you more and more worked up by the second.

When all is said and done your breath is coming out in soft pants, your face and gut burning with feelings you didn't expect to arise from such an exchange. Shit.

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Part two, perhaps? Maybe as a little treat. Keep an eye out for it. Feel free to ask to be tagged if you're interested. <3

Edit: Part two is [here]!

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[potatobugz]

some equal rites tomfoolery.. i really liked this book

[musicallychaos]

I literally do not draw ever but I guess fandom can drag me out of my comfort zone