#simon ghost riley headcanon

[ink-n-shadowfiction]

Alright...hear me out. Ghost with a fem!reader that wakes him up with a blow job, and he later returns the favor by waking her up by either eating her out or very gently fucking her awake. I am a FERAL for consenting somno.

this, THIS is what i needed to write about😌

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

word count: 908

warning: smut (minors—DNI), consensual somnophilia (m! and f!receiving), oral (m!receiving, mentions of f!receiving), slight dirty talk? (basically just simon having a way with words), not proofread

note: pt. 2 can be found here ⤳ link

you wouldn’t even know how this whole thing started with simon. you would both probably be a bit tipsy, trying to celebrate his most recent mission with a few sips (an entire bottle) of wine at home.

you would be sitting in simon’s lap, thighs hooked on either side of his hips and leaning back against the hands he was running along your spine. you weren’t even sure you heard him right at first, which made your eyebrows furrow a bit as you met his gaze.

“you want me to what?”

simon rarely got sheepish or embarrassed, but when it came to sex, he was typically a bit more reserved.

“c’mon…don’t make me say it again, sweetheart. that’s fuckin’ cruel to do to a man.” he joked quietly, the touch of his hands on your back becoming a bit firmer as he pulled you closer. “just wanted to give you somethin’ to think about, lovie. i think it’d be bloody sexy to wake up with my cock halfway down your throat."

simon never mentioned it again. but you remembered, letting the idea hang in the back of your mind for weeks. the more you thought about it, the more it excited you. so when you woke up early one morning with simon still fast asleep next you, you knew that it was the perfect time.

you slowly slipped down the bed, nestling yourself under the blankets and between simon's slightly opened thighs. you gently tugged down the hem of his briefs until you could fish his semi-hard cock from its confines, unable to hold back the soft hum that fell from your lips as you felt its heaviness in your palm.

it didn’t even matter that the blanket over your head concealed simon’s peaceful face—all you could focus on was licking a long stripe along the underside of his cock, tongue flicking against the soft pink tip and fingers squeezing along the base. the heady taste of simon bled out on your tongue, making your eyes slowly flutter closed as you closed your lips around him and gave him a gentle suck.

simon’s legs twitched at the sudden stimulation, his brain slow to catch up and stir out of his tired stupor. “mmm…what’re you—oh christ.” his hand found the back of your head beneath the blanket, his other making quick work to push the fabric away from your face and letting his eyes feast on the sight in front of him. “jesus, sweetheart. m’not—fuck, not gonna last long with your throat squeezin’ me like that.”

simon was still half-asleep, his movements slow and sluggish as he shifted further up on the pillows to get a better look at you sucking him off. one hand remained on the back of your head, not as a guide but simply to touch you, the other resting along your opened jaw and fingers brushing at the corner of your stretched lips. he was right—he didn’t last long. it took only a few more languid dips of simon’s cock into the back of your throat before he spilled his cum into your eager mouth with a soft hiss and whimper of your name.

what you didn’t expect to happen after that morning was for simon to return the favor.

you had fallen asleep on the couch one afternoon, legs splayed open and head nestled against the armrest as you slept. it was a blazing afternoon, one so hot that you were only wearing a pair of silk shorts and a tank top—all of which exposed too much and not enough all at once.

simon was walking through the door, arms loaded with his bag of gear and dirty laundry he’d collected while away at base. his eyes caught on your figure immediately, and it took everything in him not to drop the items in his grip. you looked so peaceful as you slept, but simon couldn’t care less about that.

once he had placed this things into a neat pile by the door, simon made his way over to the living room and sunk down on his knees in front of your sleeping form. he didn’t even bother pulling your shorts off of your hips, afraid the movement would stir you from sleep too quickly—so he settled for pressing heated kisses directly along your clothed core, a soft groan leaking from his lips as one arm curled around the thigh propped up against the back of the couch and tugged you closer to his waiting mouth.

a smirk flitted on simon’s lips as your sleeping body reacted perfectly to him, your legs falling open a bit more as you shifted your hips up in your sleep. he continued pressing those kisses along your covered slit until a breathy whine fell from your mouth. he peeked one eye up to notice your tired eyes fluttering open, a soft ‘what’re you doing, si?’ falling from you in a panted breath.

“remember last week? woke up cummin’ down that pretty little throat of yours.” simon mumbled into the heated skin of your thigh as he sunk his teeth into your flesh, pulling away with a lewd pop. his hand dragged up your body, palm pushing against your balmy skin from the top of your cunt until his fingers were splayed on your sternum. “just returnin’ the favor, sweetheart. relax f’me, baby—yeah, that’s it. go back to sleep and let my tongue do all the work, m’kay?”

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 8

Simon “Ghost” Riley + Gun and/or Knifeplay

I’m so tired, but the grind never stops.

Blood and gore warning, reader is also a mercenary who does everything for money. Also warning for reader not prepping himself, he and Ghost are both kinda pain freaks.

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You were a mercenary, someone with no specific place to call home and no true loyalty towards any group or organization, you only cared about whoever paid the highest amount. Maybe once you would have cringed and flinched at the thought of killing innocent people, especially children, but after so many years and your past being pretty much erased, you couldn’t care less. After seeing everyone you had ever cared for dead, from your family to your former team in the military, there was nothing that kept you human anymore.

They called you Reaper for this exact reason. You wore a veil, similar to a sniper’s hood, dark clothes and armour, and always carried around more weapons than anyone would be able to spot. You title specifically was given to you after you made a veil out of a piece of fabric with a bleach stain shaped vaguely like a skull. Your ability to kill anything from the weakest to the strongest out there only made the title stick.

So, when you were paid to kill a specific target that clashed with the 141 group, you kitted up and went on your way. You weren’t a small guy, but you were fast and quiet, like the reaper you were named after. The many years of living in a constant state of fight or flight also made it possible for you to notice immediately that you were being watched. But before you could put a bullet between the eyes of whoever was watching you, you were tackled.

Your many years as a coldblooded killer had you grabbing one of your knives, slashing at the other person, someone as large as yourself in mass and muscle, and before you knew it you were both fighting. Armor was ripped off, fabric was torn, your veil was torn at the bottom thanks to a knife slash that came eerily close to your throat.

It was only after you two stepped back to circle each other that you realized who you had run into. Ghost, they called him. You only knew of him because of his past being similar to your own, with losing everybody he had cared for, and the fact that former contracts had jokingly referred to you as Ghost instead of Reaper. He must have recognized you too, or maybe he already knew who you were, as he seemed weary of you as you circled one another.

Neither of you were much for words but at some point, your fighting seemed to brew into something else, as you both ended up on the rough ground, hands tearing at clothes instead of each other. A strangled noise that must have been a moan seemed to tear itself from Ghost as he tore off your jacket and multiple different layers, exposing leather straps tied against your naked torso, covered in different knives and smaller weapons.

His torso was as scarred as your own as you ripped his clothing and armour off his upper body, a hissed noise leaving him as you give his pecs a cruel tight squeeze. You could feel how hard he was under you as you sat in his lap, both of you breathing harder than you had for a while, feeling almost feral as a feeling neither of you had experienced in a long time.

As he tried to reach for you, your instincts jumped and before you knew it, you had a gun pressed against his temple. Instead of widening his eyes seemed to darken with a stronger arousal, his hips grinding up into your ass as he groaned in that deep voice of his. You couldn’t help the entertained huff that left you, of course Ghost would be into violence like that, just as you were.

You must have barked some order for him to stay still, and by some gods will he listened, even as you used one of your many knives to slice open his pants and wish out his member. You had more patience with your own pants, kicking them off enough to free your lower body and pull down your boxers, your own length giving a twitch of adrenaline and want as Ghost groaned under you.

As you sat down on his cock, both of you wheezing and groaning as the burn from the lack of lube and prep sending a flare up your spine, your grip on the gun pressed against his forehead slipped downwards. Ghost must have moved on his own, pushing up the bottom of his balaclava enough to take the barrel of your gun between his lips, slobbering over it like he was sucking someone off, and looking like he enjoyed it just as much if not more than the act he was copying.

You pace was painful, your muscular bulk slamming down on his hips and knocking the breath out of him even as Ghost kept licking and sucking on the barrel of your gun, tonguing at the holes you had drilled in it as a silencer. You wanted to punch him, to break his face until he was unrecognisable, to leave him as a stain on the pavement, but maybe that was just what your body associated with lust these days after years of murder.

Ghost seemed to have a similar thought process, as even as you rode him with little care of comfortability, and your gun shoved against his uvula, he had grabbed one of the knives strapped to your chest, pressing it against the inside of your thigh where you both knew one of the bigger veins ran. Cutting it would kill you, as there was no way to get medical help out here, but if he did you could shoot him dead before you yourself would pass on.

You pace grew rougher, and you both growled and grunted like the animals of death and destruction you were, drooling and bleeding from cuts and bruises as adrenaline petered out little by little, leaving you both shaking and aching in the best way.

Ghosts free hand, the one not holding a knife against your thigh, reached for your dick, gripping it tightly in his still gloved palm, squeezing it like one would a snake about to bite. He couldn’t speak with your gun between his teeth, but the intensity in his eyes told you all you needed to know, and with a few rough strokes you were spurting thick ropes of white across his naked bleeding torso.

On instinct your finger near the trigger of your gun twitched, just barely pressing down on it, enough to tease you actually pulling it but not doing it. It seemed to be what Ghost needed, as his eyes rolled and his hips pushed up roughly against your own, warmth filling you as he groaned louder than before as he came.

There was no aftercare between the two of you, you were not lovers, just tools used in war. So instead you patched up the worst of each other’s cuts and bruises, got dressed to the best of your ability, checked you both had all your weapons, and with a short nod of understanding you both left to go on with your duties, even if your gaits were a little uneven. You both silently hoped to run into the other again some time, as you had both scratched an itch neither of you knew was present, and now that it was scratched it seemed constant.

[bravo4iscool]

simon riley’s love language (headcanon)

little warning before you read this: this headcanon is a little bit inspired by my dad (lol). the reason for that is that my grandpa wasn’t always the nicest person and was very harsh on my father (also since he was the oldest) and it clearly shows the damage my father got from that. my grandpa’s been amazing to us grandchildren (and later on to his children) but it’s undeniable that he’s permanently damaged his children by the way he was treating/parenting them.

also, this is simply what i think simon is like since i also suffer from childhood trauma (of course not to the extend he’s suffering/been suffering).

anyways, let’s go.

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simon riley’s love language is acts of service. he will buy his s/o little gifts and all sorts of things to show them he loves them and that they mean the world to him.

while he knows how to show emotions i think he’s more comfortable with masking them and not showing them 100%. it’s a protection mechanism he’s been using for years and it never hurt anyone around him (something he firmly wants to avoid).

when his s/o is overly exited or happy about something he just smiles and admires them, he doesn’t show how happy he really is. he just enjoys the moment and is already thinking about buying or crafting something that will remind his s/o of this moment forever.

simon walks around with “open eyes” (like my dad calls it). when he sees something that’s broke or needs fixing he’ll fix it before his s/o can even ask him to because he doesn’t want them to be negatively affected by it.

also, i firmly believe that he’s a little perfectionist. you develop that kinda thing when your parents are never or barely happy with what you do.

simon wants to do everything perfect, that includes his relationship. when he messes something up with his s/o or in general he gets angry at himself and shut down. he doesn’t want to talk, he keeps to himself but as soon as he processed what happened he’ll either try to apologize or he’ll do something good for his s/o, eg. washing the dishes or ordering them their favourite food.

he rarely says “i love you” or anything close to that but he doesn’t need to. his s/o knows simon loved them because his “type of love” is sacrificial love. he’s maybe not good with words or feels but he’s even better with acts and showing that he loves.

[rightshoeonleftfoot]

Just thought about this, needed to share this Ghost headcanon really quick!!

Ghost is really fucking good at pool. Like, really really good at it. He loves showing off, loves doing little tricks just to impress people and piss off his competition. Will gladly encourage people to make bets because he just knows he's that good.

x reader silly headcanon:

Ghost loves showing off to you how good he is. He loves having his hands on you to correct your stance when you play, loves to look at you smugly when he catches you staring.

[ghostlywhiskey]

SIMON RILEY IS GIRL DAD CODED

your probably like no shot that man is a boy dad through and through. i beg to differ. he'd be a single dad to one daughter. and if he marries anyone? he's having another 2 girls before the 4th kid is a boy.

girl dad!simon ✿ will sit on the floor by the coffee table and hold a tiny teacup because she wants to have a tea party

girl dad!simon ✿ looking so out of place when shopping for clothes, holding up a variety of pink colored articles of clothing while other moms in the store watch him

girl dad!simon ✿ trying to brush her hair in the morning before school while she stands on the stool brushing her teeth in the bathroom and does the most off-center ponytail

girl dad!simon ✿ holding a pink blankey and stuffed animal in his hands when they go to the park so she can run around and not get them dirty

girl dad!simon ✿ he tries getting her to play soccer, but she refuses and wants to do ballet

girl dad!simon ✿ with that being said, he lets her do ballet and sits in the parents section of the studio, shifting uncomfortably in the seat as he waits...once again, all the moms are staring at him and whispering

girl dad!simon ✿ 100% owns the cheesy shirt that says girl dad on it because for his birthday she had her babysitter help her buy it

girl dad!simon ✿ gets absolutely embarrassed when she tries to set up her non-married teachers with him and they bring it up at parent teacher conferences

girl dad!simon ✿ has two photos tucked away in the pocket of his uniform when on missions - one of her on his lap & the both of them wearing princess themed birthday hats and the other a picture of her from her first day of 1st grade (year 2 in uk?? idk how it works)

girl dad!simon ✿ price, gaz and soap are honorary uncles and always ask about her, never make fun of him for being a girl dad and how serious he is about it because they know they'd be knocked out

girl dad!simon ✿ both of them falling asleep on the couch when he lets her stay up late when he's home, a disney princess movie playing quietly in the background

[reina-writes]

Simon "Ghost" Riley being your bodyguard would include [part 1]

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!reader

Warnings: mention of kidnapping, mention of arms dealing.

A/N: This is headcanon "Simon Riley being your bodyguard would include", part 1/3: How Simon Riley got recruited to be your bodyguard.

What do you think, should I turn this into full fic?

Captain Price standing by the large map of the world, studying various markers and intel reports. Simon entering the room, his posture disciplined as he salutes the captain.

"Simon, good that you're here. I've got a new assignment for you."

Price telling about the mission briefly: the L/N family is under threat as their only child has become the target of some dangerous individuals. They're already attempted to kidnap you once and it's no doubt they will try again.

It turns out that during one of Task Force 141's previous missions, they had encountered a high-ranking member of the illegal arms trade network that now threatens the L/N family. This mission involved disrupting a major arms deal orchestrated by the network.

In the aftermath of that mission, Task Force 141 obtained valuable intel that revealed the existence of a larger, more dangerous network. However, the intel wasn't complete and they needed more information to fully dismantle the operation.

It's during their ongoing investigation that they discover the connection between the L/N family and the arms trade network.

During that ongoing investigation happened the first attempt of kidnapping.

The first kidnapping attempt further solidified the need for your protection and Task Force 141 realized just how grave the situation had become. The perpetrators were not just ordinary criminals; they were part of a well-connected and dangerous network with access to advanced weaponry and resources.

This is why Price invited Simon into his office.

Simon's eyes narrowing slighty, registering the seriousness of the situation. "What my job would be, sir?"

Captain Price looks at Simon, his expression unwavering. He knows the man and he also knows that Simon Riley is the best man for this mission.

"Your job, Simon, is to be Y/N's shadow. You're their bodyguard. You'll be with them at all times, ensuring their safety and acting as their first line of defense."

Simon's jaw clenching as he takes in the responsibility. He can't shake the image of you being a typical party person, who is born into wealth and privilege, seemingly clueless about the dangers of lurking in the shadows.

"Sir, I understand the importance of this mission. But I'm not a bodyguard, I'm a soldier. I'm trained to fight, not to hold someone's hand. If you want someone to babysit them, you're looking at the wrong guy."

Price raising an eyebrow and being seemingly amused by Simon's resistance.

"You might be a soldier, but you're also one of the best, Simon. I handpicked you for this mission because I trust your instincts, your combat skills, and your ability to adapt to any situation."

Simon sighing as he feels the weight of captain's trust on his shoulders.

"With all due respect, sir, this feels like a waste of my skills. Protecting a pampered heir doesn't exactly scream 'special forces.'"

Captain Price's expression softens slightly, understanding Simon's frustration. "I know it's not your usual mission, but I need you to put aside your preconceptions about Y/N L/N. They are not what they appear to be on the surface."

Simon's curiosity was piqued, but he remains skeptical. "What do you mean, sir?"

Captain Price leaning in, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"You'll see."

The smirk on Price's face as Simon blinks in surprise.

Simon knows he doesn't have any options but to give in. It's a sense of duty and responsibility.

"I won't let you down, sir. I'll protect them with everything I've got."

After this Simon joined the rest of the team in the briefing room, where Captain Price goes over the details of the mission, laying out their plan to protect you and gather more intel on the arms trade network.

Simon couldn't help but feel a mix of determination and unease. He knew that this mission was not going to be a walk in the park. Your life depended on their success and he had to set aside his reservations and focus on the task at hand.

The team would work in shifts to ensure round-the-clock surveillance on you, setting up secure communication channels and keeping you safe.

It was clear that this job would require Simon's attention 24/7 and he would be the one responsible of your safety. Where you would go, he'ld go. And for what Simon understood, your social calendar was full of events and parties.

After the briefing Soap gave Simon a knowing look.

"Looks like you've got yourself a little spark to protect, Ghost."

[popcaki]

Platonic Simon ”Ghost” Riley x reader - headcanons

Some general headcanons for Ghost, as well as Ghost x reader headcanons. This is all platonic stuff! I guess you can see it as normal friends or family things or just things that couples do that isn’t romantic or sexual. READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL!

there seems to be a big amount of smut fics, a bit overwhelming so I decided to just write some platonic stuff for anyone who needs or wants just platonic content!

note: I personally see Ghost as autistic and at least neurodivergent, so expect some headcanons related to that as well! (I am autistic myself)

also these might be in a weird order, sorry!

General headcanons for Ghost

He enjoys his personal time and whatever free time he gets by doing quiet and calming activities, usually on his own!

Simon finds a sense of peace in taking walks in nature, reading a book or playing a card game with himself, it’s very simple and not unique things, but it’s oddly calming.

However he needs to do something constantly, as it keeps his mind occupied. I feel like him being left alone with his thoughts could have him spiral a bit.

Him being autistic he probably masks a lot. Specially when he needs to lead and give commands, or in stressful situations.

He likes listening rather than talking! He’s always off to the side, avoiding the main group and conversation. As much as he likes attention he also tries to avoid it a lot. It’s a weird mix of both loving and hating attention. When in stressful situations or during a mission he only speaks when he has to or when he needs information. (He’s also very cautious)

I think if someone isn’t clear with what they mean, avoid, sugarcoat, anything but be direct. He would most likely get annoyed. He is extremely straighfoward and direct, and wants clear instructions and information. No side tracking, get to the point. I believe not being direct with him will cause him to feel uncertainty, not only is it important due to the military setting, but uncertainty would bring up some hidden anxiety in him.

He has a easier time talking to people he is comfortable with and trust! and of course, makes jokes.

I think he stims a lot more when no one can see him or in private. When in full view he masks and refrains from it, maybe tapping his fingers lightly or doing something subtle if he still has to stim.

Ghost most likely goes into shutdowns rather than meltdowns when everything gets overwhelming. He retreats and needs privacy, you won’t likely see him anywhere. Will not respond.

He can probably eat most things but has a few safe foods, and no not because he’s british but I do believe tea is one of them. I can see him liking some simple cookies/biscuits, likes the texture of it and it being very simple and consistent!

he has different special interests! he might not even be aware they are just that (defientely a thing for knives)

Headcanons of platonic Ghost and reader

Only way I see that reader can meet Simon is being in the military field themselves. I don’t think he stays in one place, moves around a lot when he isn’t on call/duty, this would make it hard to meet someone and remain in contact with if you’re a civilian.

It would take a bit for him to grow trust in you! not weeks, not months probably years. When I mean trust I mean the big and deep trust where he would express himself more and tell you things, not the ”I trust my teammate to be able to shoot someone who’s attacking me, because that’s their job”

Unless you can prove to him that he can trust you in a extreme way. Take this for as a gain trust quickly example, Soap, Alejandro etc not siding with Graves and defending each other including Ghost is a big step in building trust.

Once he grows more comfortable with you as well as trust he would probably crack some jokes with you and the rest of the team, however not too often especially during missions unless he needs to (Alone mission) He’ll be most likely hyperfocused on the mission alone.

Those jokes will range from dad jokes to very edgy just for shock value jokes.

If there is freetime or the team casually hangs out he’d be a bit more ”relaxed”(as relaxed as Ghost can be)

Someone will have to convince him to join for a card game you and the team are playing. He’d be very quiet and be thinking a lot in what his move would be and try to figure out what you and the others will do and so on. If it’s just you and him playing a card game, there won’t be much talk! at least from him, expect a strategic game.

He’s an awful loser as well as winner, his ego will get hurt if he loses, get all moody and sour. If he wins he would brag. He would most likely bring up you loosing in the game in the future as a counter argument or just to annoy you.

He takes things literally a lot of the time, if he asks you if you want anything and you say no to be polite, he will not get that thing for you. He cannot read your mind and probably won’t ask you ”are you sure?”

the only thing he would willfully make for you is tea, if you don’t like tea he’ll take the tea himself.

He’s not someone that would really make or give things to people, even friends. There is a certain independence he expects of you and others, being able to make, get and do things for yourself. He of course will help you in survival situations, have your back in combat and if you get injured bring you to safety and try to patch you up if no medic is available.

with time of knowing you, if he stumbles upon something he knows you like, anything really, from a movie, book, plant, supplies for whatever hobby you like! He might get it for you.

Ghost gives you (thing you like)

You: ??? ”Where did you find this?”

Ghost: ”In the trashpile over there.”

You: ”thanks?”

he does a slight nod and goes off to do whatever Ghost does, kill people

If he’s your superior expect more scolding from him if you do something irresponsible.

Whenever he gets comfortable with you, if a conversation leads to it or if you ask. He would 100% wanna talk about his special interests, I think knife collecting is one. He would know a lot about knives, models, history about them, and how to use them effectively and in different ways! He’d unintentionally infodump which might take you by surprised if you’re neurotypical or just not used to it from him!

Infodumping brings him joy even if he’d be afraid to admit, and if he becomes friends with you he’d love infodumping! He’d get into a lot of details so expect being there and listening to him for a while. He’ll tell you all about it when it comes to his special interests. If there is a book he likes, he’d tell you all about it.

Him joking or infodumping is the rare times you’ll hear him talk a lot more than usual.

Don’t peer pressure him into eating or drinking especially in public! Ignoring the mask wearing, he does not enjoy doing this in public. He prefers eating and drinking alone! but he’ll come back to you and the group after!

If you compliment him he won’t respond, he does not do well with positive feedback. (He also has a big ego and knows he’s good at something) (he does not thank Rudolfo after he compliments Ghost’s knife throwing) Despite not responding to your compliment or positive feedback, know that it does mean a lot to him!

Expect nonverbal communication or lack of communication, don’t take it personally. You’ll need to learn how he communicates, as he’ll most likely have already figured out how you communicate. Silence from him isn’t usually a sign of a hidden meaning or agenda, it’s genuine. (Sometimes he could intentionally go silent tho with a agenda)

I mentioned he has also a very direct way of communicating, he’ll be pretty blunt with you and the team. Talking when he needs to and only if he asks something. There won’t be much small talk.

Don’t take it personally if he seems rude he’s mostly likely actually not being intentionally rude. He is either silent or quick and direct because there isn’t much he can or wants to talk about. It’s hard for him to see a reason to talk to you about things that arent related to the mission, infodumping or just making silly jokes.

Him infodumping isn’t onesided by the way, he’s a listener too, you’ll probably sit there for an hour listening to him, but when he is done he would really enjoy listening to you infodump or just talk about your interests! (unless you’re on a mission or he has something to do, but he wouldn’t himself infodump in the first place if this was the case!)

Being able to just exist quietly in a comfortable silence together is something he enjoys with you and the team. It takes a certain level of being comfortable with someone.

If you, yourself are autistic or neurodivergent, I think you and him would have an easier time communicating, he would be able to understand you better and you him. This isnt saying you being neurotypical wouldn’t give the same result!

If you’re autistic too I could imagine you both be infodumping for hours, someone would need to interrupt you two otherwise you’d stop and find out 5 years has passed even tho it felt like 5 minutes

if you like to play videogames he wouldnt mind trying it out (he might even play videogames himself he just wont admit it) He’d be a very tryhard player tho so you two might get a bit competitive, or he might not even take it seriously. Who knows!

Don’t be afraid to joke with him! he enjoys jokes, sharing jokes would be some quality time spending with each other!

He won’t really ask about your personal life or past, I don’t think it would ever cross his mind, you would need to be the one who brings it up first. He would never ever try to disrespect your boundaries when it comes to your personal life, he wouldn’t ask about it unless you bring it up first, and if you don’t wanna talk about something regarding it he won’t push or stick his nose in, in anyway. He’s very respectful when it comes to other people’s past or personal life!

He wouldn’t mind helping you with training! He’d give you advice and tips! He’d give a ”good job!” or so when you finish or succeed with something! If you don’t train, he’d still give positive feedback for other things! They would be very short and quick feedback but he means well!

Despite his cold demeanour, he cares about his friends and team! Just remember that! He just shows it in his own ways. He might not comfort you when you’re sad or feeling bad in a way that is expected or what you expect.

If you’re sad he’d try to give you advice if that’s not right thing to do in the moment he would just kinda either leave you be to give you privacy, as he prefers privacy when if he were to get emotional, or he would just sit in the same space as you, hoping him showing you by just being there that you’re not alone.

At most he’d give you some awkward patting on the back, unless you made it clear you don’t want any physical touch! He’s super respectful of peoples boundaries when it comes to that.

If you’re autistic and have a meltdown he would react a bit more different! this also includes panic/anxiety attacks. He’d give you room and remove any thing that might be the cause of it/stress. He would not raise his voice in anyway, he’s likely be silent, talk calmly at most.

If you’ve stated what you need during a meltdown before, he will 100% remember that and do the things you’ve requested. He will not push you or put any pressure or expectations on you!

If this happens during combat or in a dangerous area, he would take the lead! he would make sure you’re safe and he will take watch and make sure the area is safe. He would never let his friend or team mate get injured or worse, specially during a meltdown so he’d do anything he can to help.

If you get exhausted after a meltdown, and even to a point of not being able to do anything. He’d help you out as much as he can, he’d would even give you a piggyback ride to any safe space if needed.

hopefully there isn’t too many typos, and nothing is too ooc, this is just how see Ghost mainly!

He may act all scary, cold and silent, but he tbh has a silly side to him, and clearly cares for his teammates. Trauma does affect people, by a lot, changes things and causes lots of damage. But it’s not the only thing to the character so it’s nice adding some stuff I think he would do and like!

[obsidian-shadows]

“simon ‘ghost’ riley would be so cold and manipulative towards his partner, he’s toxic for them.”

be that as it may, but no. as someone who has been through similar childhood, no.

Simon is full of love, he wants to cherish any good thing that comes his way, be that a partner or a friend. the boy is filled with unconditional love. and at first he’s really uncomfortable showing it. he’s weary of other people showing him any amount of love because he’s convinced that he doesn’t deserve it, that everyone else around him deserves it, everyone but Simon. Simon Riley is convinced that he owes everyone love, and that’s why he’s so slow to show it. but, as time goes on through his relationship, he slowly starts to accept his partner’s love. Simon gives in, he becomes the warmest person anyone has ever met. Ghost is left at base. Simon Riley gives every ounce of his heart to his partner, and then some. he wants nothing but the best, and he cherishes every little moment, no matter what.

“simon wouldn’t communicate his feelings.”

In the beginning, no. because he has trust issues, and he’s convinced that he constantly has to make people believe that he’s okay. but there are some nights that he opens up to his partner. after the second time of doing it, he realized that he liked the weight being lifted off of his shoulders, so he stops hiding as much, but he always tries to get it through that his partner owes him nothing. if they can’t help, it’s okay. and if they can’t handle him venting, he’s learned how to journal it, or another healthy release.

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a gentle lover.

[ragingbookdragon]

Doesn’t do touch. Simon is not a man who grew up knowing touch to be kind and gentle, only hard and painful. But Simon grows used to touch, small touches, a crossing of pinkies when he’s not ready holding hands, a nudge with his elbow to make aware he’s there.

Alcohol is a rarity when it comes to indulgence. Simon doesn’t drink all the time. He’s seen what alcohol does to people—far too many times. But there are long nights when it’s him, the stars gleaming though the window, and a bottle of bourbon that is sipped, smooth and burning as he shuts his eyes and allows himself one moment of respite.

Reads historical novels along with battle tactics. He could talk for hours on end of Sun Tzu’s The Art of War, but that’s if Simon enjoyed speaking to people for long periods of time. He’s also a secret fan of romance novels, but not the lovey dovey type, the raunchy type that makes housewives go crazy at night. It’s a guilty pleasure.

Hates dirt. Simon’s a man that spends most of his days in dirt, grime, sweat, and blood and he won’t complain about it. It’s part of the job and he gets the job done. But his eyes are definitely going to tell that he’s unhappy about it. He’s also going to be the first one in the shower when he gets back to base.

Writes notes to himself in a journal he keeps hidden away from all prying eyes. Inside is a list of things Simon has always wished for. What he wants. What he desires. The life he wants to build when there is no more war. Simon hates that journal sometimes. There will always be war. War never changes.

But Simon let’s himself believe that one day, just one day, he’ll wake up next to someone he loves, in a warm and soft bed, the sun will be shining through the window, the birds will be chirping, his day ahead is filled with friends and family, laughter and joy, and for once in his life, Simon will be whole, his heart will no longer bleed, he will be at peace.

[ink-n-shadowfiction]

i have this headcanon where although they’re one body, ghost and simon are completely different when they fuck you.

warning: smut below (minors—DNI), soft dom!simon, hard!dom ghost, switch!simon (kinda oops)

simon would take his time, lavishing his tongue across every bit of exposed skin on your body while he hummed soft praises.

“look at you, sweetheart. all this f’me? fuckin’ hell, m’honored. shhh, shhh, m’not hurrying up. let me take my time with this body, yeah? sit pretty f’me and enjoy it.”

ghost, however, would be anything but patient. he wouldn’t even bother undressing you or himself completely, leaving the mask covering his mouth and scoffing at your annoyed words.

“aye—m’not kissin’ you. mask stays on, yeah? now shut the fuck up and let me take what i need. no, m’not taking ‘em all the way off. i don’t need them all the way off to fuck my cock into you—down on your thighs is good enough.”

simon would be such switch, but especially right before he cums. he definitely whimpers (i will take no questions on this).

“f-fuck—m’close, m’so. fucking. close. no, no, no—don’t make me…don’t make me hold it. baby, please. i can’t—oh fuck, I can’t hold it…”

ghost, on the other hand, is typically the exact opposite. he’s a hard dom/top who growls and snarls in your ear (slightly muffled beneath the mask).

“stop squirmin’. take what i’m fuckin’ giving you. fuck—yeah, that’s it. don’t sound so tough now, d’ya? where’s all that sass from earlier? just needed me to roughen you up a bit and put you back in your place, hmm?”

simon would call you every sweet pet name in the book: sweetheart/sweetpea, darling, pretty thing, baby/babe, angel, dove.

ghost would call you every filthy name he could think of on the spot: pet, slut, whore, a bitch in heat, brainless thing.

it's crazy what a difference a mask and some tactical gear could do to a man.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Fast Hands

Ftm Simon “Ghost” Riley x male reader

Smut drabble

I just wanted to write Ghost smut, I just got home from holiday, so this is me trying to get into the writing mood. Reader is also as big and strong as Ghost, enjoy.

Simons fingers dug into the wall as his chest was pushed further against it, your body pressed against his back, your strong arms caging him in from both sides. The fabric of Ghosts gloves caught on the rough material of the wall as he grunted softly under his breath, his hips twitching back against your own as your palm rubbed against his crotch.

His mask was damp near his mouth as he panted, Simons eyes clenched shut as he growled softly, his muscular thighs tensing as your rough palm rolled deliciously over his stiff t-dick, his sopping wet hole soaking the black fabric of his boxers and the crotch of his military issued pants. Simon almost moaned in relief as you finally worked your hand under his belt, your rough fingers brushing against the hard bump of his cock, making his hips buck as the noise that left him sounded half strangled.

Simon was not one to make much noise, his rough voice staying silent as you only worked out pants and huffs from him, but times like this, when you had been apart for a while, the noises left him easier. The more you worked him up, the louder he became, the more his hips bucked and the harder he would cum. A higher pitched noise left your lover as you pressed the pads of your fingers against his hole through his boxers, giving him a taste of what he wanted more than anything.

“Ffffuck, just get on with it” Simon growled out, glaring at you over his broad shoulder, his dark brown eyes burning into your own through his skull mask. An entertained huff left you as your only response is to rub his t-dick in tight, quick, circles, making his head fall back onto your shoulder with a groan, his thick thighs clenching shut as if to trap your hand between them.

Simons grunting and groaning grows in volume as you keep rubbing, your pointer finger and thumb at times tweaking at the sensitive engorged bundle of nerves. The testosterone had served him well, letting his dick be big enough that you could easily trap it between your fingers and rub and pinch it cruelly, leaving Simon a groaning and huffing mess, his knees growing weaker and weaker the more you tortured the bud.

“Cum for me Si, come on. Good boy” you purr into his ear through his balaclava, giving his cock an extra rough pinch and twist, causing his hips to jolt and the noise that left him to warble in a way you rarely got from him. You could tell he was trying to resist, but it seemed your time apart was enough to knock down his walls, as his knees buckled and he had to support his weight against the wall as his cock twitched between your fingers, his hole clenching as he soaked the fabric of his boxers even further.

Praise and purrs leave you as you rub the still hard bundle of nerves, causing jolts of overstimulation to race through Simon the way he loves, his pants growing further raspy and desperate. As if you could tell exactly what he wanted, you undo his belt and shove his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, exposing wet and desperate skin, a string of wetness connecting his soaked hole with his boxers.

Ghost groaned softly as he pushed his hips further back, arching his back in the way he knows you like. Had it been any other day, you may have teased him further, but you are as desperate as Simon, so his little show is all you need to plunge your fingers into the wet begging slit. Simon is given little time to adjust as you start working your arm, thrusting your fingers in and out of him as you move the other down to cruelly rub at his oversensitive t-cock, causing Simon to clamp down on your slick fingers as they stretch him open.

Wet and sloppy noises fill the room you two have occupied, some random office or broom closet, neither of you caring as you work your fingers even faster, poking and prodding at his insides until your calloused fingers meet that spongy spot that has Ghost keening. Words seem to have left you both as you keep panting and groaning in unison, your fingers trapping his cock between them and rubbing it from both sides as your other hand works inside him even faster.

Normally you’d be lifting his leg to give you even more room to work, but neither of you have time for that right now. Ghost grunts as he feels the familiar heat bubbling in his abdomen, his forehead thumping against the rough texture of the wall, his hips working almost desperately to match your movements and bring him to completion again so soon after his last orgasm.

One last twist of his cock and one last curl of your fingers inside him as it all it takes to make it happen, the noise that leaves him sounding almost wounded as he gushes around your fingers, his wetness pooling in your palm as the slick noises grow even wetter, if that is even possible. It feels almost painful, finishing so quickly, but to Simon, it only makes it even better.

A whimper leaves him, accompanied by a wet sound as you remove your fingers from him. Simon stays in his position, hips pushed back, hands and forehead on the wall, pants leaving him as his shoulders rise and fall. He almost starts reaching for his pants to pull them back up when he hears the jingle of your belt, a hot jolt of arousal shooting up his spine as he feels the warm thickness of your own hardness press against the loosened slick hole, Ghosts muscular thighs quivering as you push inside, your strong and still wet hands clutching at his hips. You both know you will be missing post-op, but as you start moving your hips hard and fast, neither of you seem to care.

[unexpected-keon]

nsfw ghost HC for you

he has many piercing, including a prince albert. it has the prettiest jewelry too

i feel like ghost is lowkey a freak. a prince albert and a frenum because his s/o probably said a random comment about how piercings were hot. also has both nipples pierced, his ears and maybe his nose. his nose and ears he keeps studs in them while on duty so they don't close. but the other ones? no one sees them so they're fine. he definitely let's you pick out different jewelry for each piercing. prefers silver over gold but will wear any gold jewelry if you beg ask nicley.

imagine him going through airport security and the metal detectors go off. how does one explain dick piercings?

[ghostlywhiskey]

simon riley as a blue collar worker is my only thought when i walk to work and see all of them getting their coffees at a food cart first thing in the morning. or when they are fixing the road/sidewalk like no let me fall and please catch me dramatically.

simon riley as a blue collar worker x girl who works in an office setting

simon riley as a blue collar worker x girl still in school getting her masters or something

​like your telling me he wouldnt drive a truck with a dog tag hanging from the rearview mirror???

just simon riley as a blue collar worker. thats it. thats my post.

i love projecting my own dreams bye.

[ohmygraves]

after one of your leave, you came back to work with a ring around your finger.

you didn't mention it to anyone, and people simply noticed it when talking to you or handing you things. they congratulated you, talking about the ring. you nervously brushed it off, trying to explain it.

ghost didn't know about it either, and when he overheard someone talking about it, he dropped his mug of tea on the floor, the pieces scattering around the place.

this was such a shock to someone who had planned to propose to you.

well, propose might be a bit too far, considering you two are not even dating. he wanted to say it, but things were a little too hectic and he didn't have the guts to ask you out and moreover you're not sure if you'd like him... even if you two have been friends in the taskforce for years.

then again, in his mind, you two are practically an old married couple.

he was clearly upset by this, ignoring you and trying to push you away. he was undoubtedly hurt. did you elope with someone? why didn't you tell him? invite him to the party? did your "friendship" with him mean nothing at all?

ghost was snappy, in a terrible mood overall. he snaps at johnny, yells at gaz, and even glares at price. he was constantly on edge and it's starting to piss you off. so you confront him.

"what the hell's up with you?"

he didn't feel like humoring you, sitting down all irritated over his meal instead.

"you've been avoiding me all week, snapping at people... did i do something wrong?"

so he went off at you.

"wanna know what's wrong? you. coming back to base with a bloody ring. let me guess, you eloped with someone? is that it?" he hissed, "and here i thought i'd propose, that's out of the fuckin' window now."

you sat there, taking his words in. "... it's a fidget ring?"

you showed your hand to him, using your fingers to spin the little parts of your ring. he didn't realize how you've been fidgeting with it, or how you explained to people over and over that you're not married or engaged.

all of the sudden ghost felt like his blood ran cold, not only because he just acted so stupid jealous over a trinket, he basically admitted that he wanted to marry you.

"... wait, you wanted to propose to me?"

[popcaki]

Ghost's real backstory

Ghost's real backstory is that he was a chemistry teacher and started cooking meth to earn money for his family

SOAP WE HAVE TO COOK METH

SAY MY NAME

’’Ghost’’

YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT