#soft simon ghost riley

[reelovesfictionalmen]

nsfw headcanons for Simon Ghost Riley

Written with a female reader and Demisexual Ghost in mind.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Likes to lay together how the two of you finished for a few moments, be it on top of you or under you. He wants to hold you like that as you both catch your breaths. After you two can breathe normally again he is big on taking a shower together after. Always makes sure you pee after sex so you don't get a uti. If you're both very worn out after the deed will happily take a wee nap with you but would rather be clean first.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Boobs. He loves your tits. No matter if they are a barely a handful or spilling out of his hands. Nuzzles into them a lot. Will bend or crouch into uncomfortable positions just to be able to nuzzle into them. He finds comfort in the softness of them.

He likes his thighs, they're thick and a perfect place for you to sit. Be it sexually or not, he loves having you in his lap. He really wants to try thigh riding with you but doesn't want to come across as a perv. When he does bring it up one day and you are down to try, it becomes one of his favourite things.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Uses condoms when you two fuck for a long time into your relationship even if you are on birth control. He doesn't want to risk kids. Eventually he does get into not using them but more often than not he likes using them. Some days he wants to paint your chest and stomach with his cum, just to see it all over you. Usually though he likes to cum while he's inside of you even when using a condom. Freaked out one day when you were vigorously fucking his cock with your face and his cum came out your nose. It was a first for the both of you and he was startled, asked you if you were okay SO MANY TIMES.

Loves when you get so wet that you can hear the noises you coupling makes. If he discovers you can squirt he wants to make it happen often. If you're not up for it, he wont push it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Wants to watch you cum on Soap's cock. It's not something he will ever voice or let happen, he doesn't actually want to share you, no matter how much he loves Soap as a brother.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Before his assault he had some. A few partners, one he lived with for a while but it didn't work out due to his job. After the assault he needed to trust and care deeply for someone to let them see him that vulnerable.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Cowgirl. Loves seeing you ride him hard. Seeing your tits bounce and your eyes closed in pleasure is his thing. If you have the stamina to squat fuck ride him, he's going to be in awe. FlatIron and Missionary are also up there. He likes having as much of your skin touching each other.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Idc what people say, he's a goof, a joker. Will crack stupid lewd jokes while balls deep just to feel you clench around him as you laugh. Also loves if you crack jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He trims, manscapes. Doesn't like going hairless but will keep nice and tidy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Super intimate. Being naked with you is him at his most vulnerable. He'll make sure you know how much he loves and trusts you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Before you and he got together, he didn't do it often. When he's with you he finds himself aroused more often and will jerk off if he's not able to be with you. I see him as Demisexual leaning(only gets aroused with someone he has a connection with)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Praise. Giving and receiving.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Would rather do the deed somewhere private and safe. However you can and have convinced him to pull the car over somewhere and let you ride him hard. It's his fav position, he can also bury his face in your tits while you do so.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) When your body is pressed against his in a hug or in bed. You wearing his clothes. You sweaty from a workout.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Physical violence. No bdsm, no degradation.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He likes to give and to receive. Sometimes struggles with receiving. It makes him feel a little not control, lost, flustered and will likely quickly move onto other things. Loves eating you out. If you're horny and he's not really feeling it that day he will offer to eat you out, says he enjoys it and your pleasure even if he's not wanting to get off himself.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) A mix of both. Loves when you squat ride him hard. The harder the better. When he's fucking you in missionary and flatiron he likes to go slow, sensual and deep. Doggy he likes to go fast and hard. It really depends on what you both are feeling like.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Will fuck you against the wall real quick when he gets back from a run or working out. Has energy left to burn or if you've been working out together seeing you hot and sweaty has him riled up.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) No. Sex is being vulnerable. That's for private places. Will try new positions and dress up with you for silly roleplays. You're still trying to work up the courage to get him in a french maid dress.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Needs 10-15 min between rounds but a round can last a long time. He's good at holding off his orgasm if he wants to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) You have a vibrator that is a cast of his cock. You got one of those kits off of the internet and made it. You two use it to double penetrate you. It's almost like two of him fucking you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He's a cheeky shit and will tease you, joke around a little but he will give in quickly. Especially if you pout and call him a meanie.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) If he's been edging himself with your cunt for a while, wringing orgasms from you, he starts getting vocal. Tells you how good you feel, how he cant wait to cum in your pussy, begging you to cum for him again and again.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Due to his trauma with sexual assault he is not keen on degradation and bdsm. Will spank your ass while in doggy and maybe pull your hair if you ask him. He doesn't like treating you like an object or to be treated like one.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) About 6.5 inches hard. Perfect sized. Uncut and very pink in colour. Has a freckle halfway along his shaft.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) If you two live together and you are both off duty, he can go once a day. Usually ends up being every day for the first week then every other day the longer you two are at home.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Once you two are cleaned up, he's an eepy boy. Will snuggle up to you and zzzzzz quickly

[mystsee]

MY LOVE ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

¡FLUFFTOBER!

✦ about: simon was back from his mission with one purpose on his mind, you :D

✦ content: soft!simon, fluff, slight nsfw themes, make outs, established relationship, little anxiety, cuddles

✦ a.n: somehow seeing that ghost cosplay irl today gave a sudden burst of inspiration, INEEDTHATMAN

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

today was a very tiring work day, having to write a full written document of what was spoken in yesterday’s meeting was not tiring, but boring.

re listening the conversations at least 5x trying to understand what they where saying, sometimes the british folks in here tended to speak a bit fast, making it hard for you to understand whatever the heck they were discussing!

you could say, ever since simon left for that mission, you’ve been like a lost puppy around base. you’ve been used to just do everything with him next to you.

every time you sat down to work, there he was, by your side—sometimes even on his lap, your favorite place. his fingers would playfully trace patterns on your stomach, occasionally grabbing at the adorable rolls or gently pulling you closer, resting his face on your shoulder just watching whatever you were doing, sometimes even helping you when you were stressed or tired

it was like a sweet distraction, and his touch was nothing short of heavenly. his hands seemed to know the perfect spots, making every moment a delightful pause in your routine.

but now, you found yourself buried under the weight of the workload, yearning for the comforting touch that once turned mundane hours into blissful interludes.

the room echoed with the ticking of the clock, each passing second amplifying the anxiety that clung to your shoulders. the playful distractions had faded, replaced by a pressing realization that this night would be a lonely one.

you wanted to sleep, to escape the mounting pressure, but the looming uncertainty about simon’s return kept you on edge. the ache of not knowing when simon would be back or if he was okay gnawed at your nerves, pushing you to the brink of a nervous breakdown.

you craved his return more than ever. and simon was no different than you.

the separation, now stretching into a month, had carved an ache in his heart. each passing day fueled his anticipation, and the nights without you felt longer than ever. the need to have you back in his arms, to feel the warmth of your presence, became an insatiable craving.

now, on the plane back, he could almost taste the reunion. the hum of the engines seemed to sync with the rhythm of his heartbeat, both propelling him towards the destination that held the promise of your embrace.

his mind was a whirlwind of images – the way you'd smile when he surprised you, the laughter that echoed in shared spaces, and the softness of your presence as you slept in his arms.

as the plane carried him closer to you, his eagerness reached a crescendo. he was ready to step off that plane and into the warmth of your world, to wrap you in his arms and just keep you there forever.

and it almost seemed like that was about to become true. simon was out of the plane in an instant, the cold hitting his face but he didn’t care one bit, he just cared about finding you.

he just got rid of the big cold jacket and his vest, not wanting any barriers when he finally felt you again, went straight to your room. it was late already, close to midnight, you’d probably be sleeping he thought!

but it was quite the contrary, you were about to cry, it was the 10th time you heard this small 5 second fragment, and you couldn’t understand a shit, it was like he was speaking a whole other language, enough to make you frustrated.

you were on your desk, knees close your chest, head on top of your knees, and your index finger just clicking and clicking again everytime the audio stopped. it was making you mad.

two minutes later you just couldn’t anymore, your mind was overthinking about simon, simon and simon. gasping for breath, you needed fresh air, your feet carrying you to the backyards, a retreat from the suffocating walls. the chill in the air bit through, but the warmth of your fluffy sweatshirt provided a comforting shield.

meanwhile, Simon, nearing your hallway, was jarred by the abrupt slam of a door. curiosity knitted into his features as he wondered about the disturbance at such an hour. time seemed to pause when he turned the corner, catching sight of you. your world hanging on the precipice of a breakdown, weariness etched on your face as your gaze lingered on the ground.

unbeknownst to you, simon punctuated his steps more, you, lost in the swirl of your own emotions, remained oblivious until the familiar cadence of footsteps broke through your solitude. at the speed of light, your eyes flickered up, and there he was – your simon, making his way toward you.

"simon" you breathed out, a soft whisper escaping your lips. the astonishment painted across your face mirrored the surge of emotions within.

the uncertainty of when he would return made the sight of him standing before you, muscles defined beneath a black sweatshirt, feel like a dream. as you sprang running toward him, the anticipation built, and the tears you hadn't realized were brimming spilled over.

without a second thought, you dashed towards him, his arms already open wide for you. as your arms wound around he whispered “my love” in a voice so relieved that it melted away the distance and uncertainty.

as your faces drew near, his breath whispered against your hair, a whisper of promises and unwavering devotion.

“i missed you so so much lovie” said simon while hugging your head even closer to him. his voice sounded so soft it was even unreal to him.

his hands traced soothing circles on your back, a gesture so familiar and comforting. it was as if he was trying to convey all the love that words couldn’t capture.

but simon wanted more. he effortlessly lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. the world blurred as he spun you around, a gesture that felt like a dance in the moonlit night. his arms, a fortress of warmth, held you securely.

simon pressed you against him, his heart beating in tandem with yours. the fabric of your hoodie pressed against his sweatshirt, and the chill in the air was forgotten in the warmth of shared laughter.

as if memory muscle, your hands instinctively went to his balaclava, pulling it to the middle of his face, the familiarity of his lips, so soft and kissable, now revealed, made your heart swell.

without hesitation, you kissed him, pouring all the longing and joy of the past month into that single moment. it was a kiss filled with the weight of separation and the relief of reunion. his lips met yours in perfect harmony, and the world seemed to pause, allowing this shared ecstasy to unfold.

simon, in that moment, became not just a figure of your imagination during the lonely nights but a tangible reality, warm and alive.

in response to your passionate embrace, simon deepened the kiss, pulling you even closer as if trying to defy the very forces that separated you. his lips melded with yours, making all kind of noises of appreciation, of being back with you, making you even more needy to be near him.

he missed you as much as you missed him.

“i missed you so much simon” simon could hear the agitation from your voice. he knew you’d be having very heavy work this week, you had a very important meeting, a very important step in your career. yet simon couldn’t help but feel disappointed for not being there.

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t there love” “don’t you worry about that simon” you said looking him straight to his eyes “all i care is that you’re here now” he saw you smile, the smile that made him all warm inside, the smile he absolutely loved seeing every morning.

“how about we take a shower big guy” simon just laughed, he came straight to see you he forgot he did just came in fact from the dessert, probably stinking.

the shower was filled with love, your hands expertly massaging tender spots on his back making simon groan from satisfaction. washing his hair, his face, his arms, all of him, every now and then just you clinging onto him to hug him for a few minutes. he was here again with you.

you two were basically one in that shower, not a small space in between you.

simon kept turning you over to help you “clean” yourself, but that just meant him just massaging your breasts, waist, bum, basically all the things he absolutely loved holding on to when you were distracted. and you laughing at him “you’re getting distracted again” “i’m sorry i just can’t deny them attention” you just rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny how much you loved the attention you were receiving hehe.

after cleaning up, simon changed into the hoodie you absolutely adored, and laid in bed waiting for you. he saw all your work piled up on your desk, clearly seeing the stress you were going through moments before he found you.

as you went outside the bathroom, you saw simon, literally waiting for you, patting his chest. your second favorite place. smiling you reached to his side, cuddling next to him, clinging like a koala, your leg on top of his hip, hands on his neck, the other under his back hair, just playing with it, making simon shiver once again from satisfaction.

"how was the dessert?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued about simon’s experience in a place you've never been, let alone lived in for a month. his voice, deep and resonant, rumbled like an earthquake, making you giggle.

"ugly as hell" came his reply, and you couldn't help but laugh at the honesty. "what do you mean? didn’t you see any camels?" you added playfully.

simon chuckled, his laughter carrying a hint of amusement. "oh, plenty of camels. i even tried to have a conversation with one, but they're not great at small talk."

you couldn't help but snicker at the mental image of simon engaged in a one-sided chat with a camel in the vast desert. the quirky exchange became a moment of shared laughter, turning the conversation about a "dessert" into a sweet and funny memory.

along the conversation, you shifted positions, now lying on your side, and simon followed suit. the moonlight painted the room in a gentle glow as simon’s fingers delicately played with strands of your hair. you were pressed against his chest, your leg draped over his hip, creating a cozy tableau that felt like a warm hug.

with a softness in his voice, simon began lulling you to sleep with tales of the mission. each word was a whispered melody, painting vivid pictures of his adventures that unfolded in the vast desert.

"imagine this," he began, his voice a blend of playfulness and warmth, "a camel giving me side-eye because I accidentally interrupted its afternoon siesta. i swear, I've never seen such a judgmental camel."

you couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image, feeling the vibrations of your laughter against simon’s chest. his tales continued, each one sprinkled with his unique sense of humor.

as his hands gently massaged your hips and traveled up to your chest, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of cuteness wash over you. the tenderness in his touch was a language of its own, expressing care and affection without uttering a word.

you found yourself in a dreamlike state, murmuring sweet nothings and declarations of love. "i love your hands" you blabbered, a smile playing on your lips as simon’s warmth enveloped you.

his heart swelled with affection, seeing your drowsy contentment. he absolutely loved how affectionate you became when you were sleepy.

simon, feeling the warmth of your love, whispered, "and you don't know how much I love you." the words lingered in the air, a sweet promise exchanged in the quiet of the night.

as sleep claimed you, simon held you close, savoring the precious moment of having you in his arms again. he slept like a baby, content in the embrace of love that had transcended the distance of a month, finding solace in the shared dreams and whispered affirmations that filled the night.

he felt complete again ♡

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

i live for soft simon 🥲 wishing i was reader rn, anyway!

hope i made this fluffy enough jiji!!!

[mothcabinet]

ALRIGHT THATS IT.

I’m gonna start writing again just for the sole purpose of soft Ghost content

Because he needs a break fr 🤒 and I’ve also read the comic and he is so traumatized (like me frrr) so I’m gonna write some funky lil oneshots about him <3

It’s probably going to be mainly fluff so don’t expect smut 😭🫶 I’m genuinely attached to this man and I think he just needs someone to take care of him 🤞

Will mostly be gn!reader or soapghost <33

[bluegiragi]

puppy playtime!!

early access + nsfw on patreon

[scribbledghost]

Give me a Simon Riley who's soft.

Give me a Simon who, when the guys ask him to run to the pub after a successful mission, turns them down. The reason he gives them is "because I just spent two months with you assholes", but everyone knows it's because he's too eager to get home to you to waste any more time.

Give me a Simon whose favorite place to be is with you in bed or on the couch, laying atop you like a massive weighted blanket; his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat as you massage his scalp. He constantly falls asleep like that, and he swears it's the only position he can sleep in that guarantees he won't have any nightmares.

Give me a Simon looks at you and, for the first time in decades, imagines a future for himself. He's never allowed it before - he's always been convinced that he'd die young and has always known he'd be grateful for it. But now, when he watches you smile back at him, he finds himself thinking of future years he never thought he'd want.

Give me a Simon who lets you trace his scars with your fingertips, and who starts to associate them less with the injuries that caused them and more with the sensations you give him. And all the while, he's looking at you like you hung the moon, the stars, and everything else in the sky.

Give me a Simon who has earned his reputation as a ghost, a phantom, a threat, but refuses to so much as raise his voice towards you.

Give me a Simon Riley who is completely and utterly yours, for as long as you will have him.

Give me a Simon Riley who will burn the world down at your feet to keep it that way.

[frudoo]

Simon Riley kisses with everything he has—everything he is. He leaves you breathless long before his lips ever touch yours. Gently running his fingers through your hair, or cupping your face with one hand, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. His honeyed brown eyes are so full of life as they stare into yours and it feels like he’s picking apart your soul just with his gaze. Just before you get the chance to break the tension, find some relief, he does it for you, closing the expectant space between the two of you. His lips part deliberately, gently slotting between yours with careful, practiced ease because he wants it to be perfect for you every single time.

Simon Riley kisses with nothing short of perfection; maybe it’s the military in him that makes him need to perform flawlessly, or maybe it’s the way you look at him like he’s human that makes him want to cherish you, convince you—or himself, though he’d never admit it—that he can make you happy. He’s obsessed with you, the softness of your lips, the taste he craves on a long, grueling mission. Perhaps that’s why he devours you when he comes back home, kissing you like his life depends on it, because it does. He suckles on your bottom lip like a newborn to its mother’s breast—you’re his life source and he’s drinking you up. You nourish him and don’t even realize it until he’s cradling the back of your head, pulling you in impossibly close.

Simon Riley refuses to pull away first, a low whine escaping his throat when you do part. You pant, desperate to catch your breath but all too willing to let him steal it again as his tongue slides into the gap of your mouth, running along your teeth. He’s uncaring of the sloppiness, immune to the feeling of slobber running down his chin. All that matters is you and every inch of that perfect mouth that tells him you’re his. No matter where his hands are initially, they’ll wind up beneath your shirt, trailing up your back and tracing mindless patterns on your soft skin. The skin that reminds him that there is a life worth living, even if you’re the only one that cares—and care, you do, in the way you suck his hungry tongue into your mouth, just as eager as he is.

Simon Riley, who was so afraid to love, finds it hard to adore you with anything less than his entire heart.

[qtboni]

╰﹒ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒, 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon woke up to you sleeping far away from him in the bed so he pulls you back to him <//3

C/W: none just clingy simon missing u in his sleep (pure fluff) !!

W/C: 944 bubs

Simon shifted in his bed, feeling the empty coolness beside him. He reached out, wanting to feel your warmth, but his hand met nothing but empty sheets and bed covers.

"Love..?" He whispers faintly, his voice filled with a quiet desperation to find you.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Simon slowly opens them to find you there, on the other side of the bed, lying with your back turned to him.

He lets out a quiet chuckle at the position you're in, your legs flung out in a starfish, snoring the night away. It's a silly sight, but it cracks him up, and he can't help but chuckle softly.

"Baby..." Simon sleepily whines to himself, calling out to you. "C'mere.."

Simon gently moves closer to you, pulling on the sheets to free himself. You feel his arm encircle your waist as he pulls you towards his warm body, spooning you in his arms.

Your skin meets his, and the warmth from his body causes your heart to skip a beat. You feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, feeling peaceful and safe in his embrace.

As he holds you close, Simon's thoughts drift to you. He thinks about how soft he is for you, how you make him feel alive and whole, how he doesn't want to let go, ever.

You're his everything, his world, and he can't imagine life without you. He feels his heart swell with love for you, and the need to be close to you and hold you tight, to never let you go.

With you in his arms, Simon feels complete. He would do anything to keep you close, to love and cherish you every day for the rest of his life.

You're the love of his life, and he will never forget the moment he first held you close, feeling your heart beat against his own, and knowing that he had found his soulmate.

As he holds you close, Simon's body moves instinctively, nuzzling his face in your neck, wanting to feel your warmth, to be closer to you. He wraps his arms around you tighter, unable to bear the thought of ever being apart from you again.

The warmth coming from his body slowly roused you from your slumber, your eyes fluttering open as Simon's arms tightened around your waist. You could feel his heart pounding against your back, beating in time with yours, and your heart skipped a beat in response.

"Simon?" You called out to him, voice still slightly hoarse from sleep, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.

"I'm here, love," he whispered, his voice low and full of love, and you could feel his body pressing up to yours, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. His hands softly carressing your waist and hips. You felt his breath upon your neck, his heart beating in yours, and you felt a deep sense of peace wash over you.

"I love you," he whispered, almost inaudible.

As his arms wrapped around you, you felt a rush of warmth and comfort wash over you. His voice was low and gentle, and you could feel the love and intensity in every word.

You loved him more with each passing moment; each time he held you, each time he told you how much he loved you, and each time you felt his heart beating against yours.

"I love you, too, Simon," you whispered back, further relaxing into his embrace as you pecked his bicep that was hugging you close by your shoulders.

You could feel the love and intensity in every part of his body, from the warmth of his breath against your neck to the way his heart beat in time with yours. You knew that you would always be by his side, loving him and cherishing him for all eternity.

As you drifted back to sleep, his arms wrapped around you tightly, unwilling to let you go and wishing to always be this close. You could feel the love in every part of his body, and you knew that this was the love that could never be broken.

Simon pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck, his breath warm and soothing against your skin, and you felt a pang of love and comfort wash over you.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, unwilling to let you go even for a moment, and he held you against him, feeling your heartbeat against his chest.

"Goodnight, love," he whispered, his voice low and filled with all the love he felt for you as he cuddled you close.

"G'night..." you sighed dreamily and closed your eyes.

As you drifted off to sleep, with your head resting against his chest, Simon couldn't help the rush of affection for you. He knew that you were the love of his life, that he would do anything for you, and that he couldn't imagine a future without you by his side.

Holding you close to him, he felt your heart beating slowly and regularly against his chest, and he felt a deep sense of peace wash over him. Every fiber of his being told him that he loved you, that you were everything he had ever wanted in life, and that he would always be there to protect you, to love you, and to cherish you.

He whispers your name softly, almost inaudible, as he drifted off to sleep, holding you tightly in his embrace. The love and intensity in his voice, in his touch, and in his eyes, was overwhelming, and he knew that you felt it too.

navi / masterlist !

[angelatsumu]

bedtime with olderboyfriend!simon <3

thinking of older!boyfriend!simon who says “lights off” before turning off your nightstand and leaving you to scroll endlessly on your phone in the dark. he thinks it’s an indicator that you should be going to bed, but once he’s rolled over he can still hear the incessant tapping of your fingernails scrolling through each video and image on your feed. he clears his throat, hoping you’d get the hint. when he hears the clatter of nails again, he grunts at you. “phones off too, pup. y’know damn well it’s jus’ gonna ruin your sleep,” he huffs matter-of-factly, and you whine a little protest before conceding. you place your phone down next to your lover’s and curl up under the covers beside him.

[naivegh0ul]

ok but imagine how ghost would react to u stealing his hoodie.

It'd be way too big on you, of course. Simon Riley is a mammoth of a man: 6'4" and over 250lbs, so his hoodie looks massive on you. The sleeves flop around when you move, the hood falling over your eyes when you pull it up.

And Ghost would wonder where one of his hoodies went, searching the apartment for it, but then he'd see you, curled up on the couch with your knees tucked close to your chest and the hoodie hooked over your legs, covering you completely.

He'd think you look so cute, just an adorable ball of love wearing his hoodie. He'd sneak up behind you and lean over the back of the couch, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"Stealin' my jumpers from me?" He'd say playfully, shoving his hands in the pocket at the front, his large hands engulfing yours. "Looks nice."

And then you'd feel him remove his hands and hook them under your arms, hoisting you off the sofa in one smooth motion. He'd spin you around and set you on the back of the couch, lifting the hood of his hoodie away from your face and he'd press his lips to yours, kissing you softly.

"What'd I do to deserve you?" He'd whisper against your lips, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. Then he'd pull away and nuzzle his face into your neck, inhaling the perfect mix of your scent mixed with his. "Keep the hoodie. You look better in it."

[rowarn]

WAIT NO !!!! LISTEN!!!!!!! LISTEN TO ME !!!!!

simon who is really really big on emotional aftercare. he could fuck you like he hates you and whisper the most vile shit in your ear about how ur his cumdump but then turns around the second the highs have worn off and he's cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing u so softly and telling u how sweet and pretty you are and how precious u are to him!!!

he thinks the most important thing isn't cleaning all the cum off each other but holding you close and talking u down from the chemical soup that's mixed in your brain. simon has awful mental health and he'll be damned if u end up stewing in anything negative caused from your intimate time together ):

but ALSO CONSIDER simon, who never really considered aftercare for himself, always just assumed he'd be the one giving it. he doesn't really understand why he would need it bc he's not the one being pounded into the mattress and manhandled like he has no other purpose than to be a toy for a nice, fat cock.

but then you turn the tables and he realizes how nice it feels to just.....talk.......and let himself calm down and level out after sex. he doesn't always let his guard down enough to really sink into receiving the aftercare (he'll always be most concerned about you and doesn't know how to compromise there!!) but when he does it's the best damn sleep he ever gets <3

[marzylics]

Going to a bar with Simon "if you dare say anything about my girl ill fucking kill you" Riley is always a fun experience.

He has his arm wrapped around you almost the entire time until you told him your going to get some more drinks add he lets you go. As your waiting for your drinks a guy walks up to you "hey gorgeous" he smiled "what a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" he asked

You try to make as much distance as possible between you and the guy. "im not alone" you say

"Are you sure" he says filling the gap between you two "im really good company" he say getting to close for comfort

You turn your head around to look for Simon not seeing him anywhere makes you nervous. Until you feel his familiar arm around you waist "she said she isn't alone" he said to the guy. Simon nearly doubled him height "get lost" Simon spat

The man quickly ran away from you and him leaving the bar. "Are you ok" Simon asks you

"Im fine" you replied to him

He wraps his arms around you pulling you into a tight hug "im so sorry" he says "I shouldn't have left you" he said kissing the top of your head

"its not your fault si" you say reassuring him

"You wanna leave now" he asks you

"Yeah" you answer "thank you si"

[peachesofteal]

Light On - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader 🎄 @glitterypirateduck’s December challenge: O Christmas Tree

"What about this one?"

You're standing next to a giant tree, one that's probably double your height. "It's a little big but-"

"I don't know if that will fit in your flat, sweetheart." You huff, hands on your hips, and Emmaline wiggles where she's snuggled against him, tucked up on his chest inside his arms. You've got her in some sort of snow suit, like a baby marshmallow, capped with a red knit hat that ties under chin to keep the ear flaps down, and even though she clearly hates it, and looks a little ridiculous, he knows the whole thing is keeping her warm in tonight's frigid weather.

"Okay. What about this one?" The one you're pointing to now is smaller, but sparse, a little prickly looking. He shakes his head. "You don't like any of them!" You protest, and Emma grunts, babbling some sort of nonsense.

"'m just doing what the boss here is telling me to do." She looks up at him, eyes bright with a little bit of snot beneath her nose, and he wipes it away with his thumb. "There you go, baby girl. I gotcha."

"She's not the boss." You step close with a shiver, close enough that he can see the fog of your breath, peek of your neck beneath your scarf, and he reaches out to pad his fingertips across your chilled cheek.

"Cold?" You shrug.

"A little." You dip forward to give Emma a quick kiss on the cheek, and at the same time, he ducks down, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. He's never going to get used to this. Never. Even now, in this moment, he can't believe he's walking a tree lot with you, debating which one to choose. Him. Simon Ghost Riley, picking out a Yule tree with you and the baby. His family.

There's a bang in the street. A car backfiring, probably, but it's enough that it startles someone else on the lot, and they shout, the combination like a shot of adrenaline to his heart, focus and intensity taking over, his movements shifting to autopilot. His hand covers Emma's head, curling forward at the same as he tugs you into his body with a firm arm around your back, essentially immobilizing you, keeping you close in case- "Simon." You say his name softly, gently, fingers holding onto his forearm. The touch grounds him, reminds him to breathe, and he relaxes slightly. "It's alright. We're okay, we're at the Christmas tree place. You're okay. You're with us." With you. With you and Emmaline. At home. He closes his eyes, repeating it in his mind, twice, three times, for good measure, before he trusts enough to uncover the baby's head and let go of you completely. You smile when he does, bright, beautiful, sweet, still working you touch against his arm, not stepping away.

"I'm sorry." He tries to explain, but you shake it off.

"Don't be. It's okay." You loop your arm through his, sticking close to his side. "Want to keep looking?" You ask, nonchalant, and he's overcome with emotion so strong it could bring him to his knees.

"Yeah, but I... I want..." he stumbles over it, words failing, and you wait, patiently, turning into him so you can look up at his face.

"What is it?" Holiday lights glow behind you, twinkling colors mixed with frosted whites, strung together across trees and posts and big red and green signs, 'O Christmas Tree' playing over the speakers that line the perimeter. He's never been one for holidays, never really cared about any of it, all the excitement lost on him, most of the celebrated days spent alone. But now... with you, with the baby, he feels the magic. He thinks he can even see it, in you, in Emmaline, and he's filled to the brim with the wonder, the anticipation for it all, to experience it all for the first time like this, with his angels.

"I want to kiss you." He says the same words he gave you a week ago, outside on the balcony, and you give you him the same smile, warm and welcoming, lips curling upwards with happiness.

"Please." You beam, and he obliges, your lips parting for his, getting lost in the taste of your mouth, decadent honey dripping across his tongue. You make him dizzy, make him stupid, make him so weak for you, and all he wants is more. He wants it all, wants everything you'd give him, and he has to hold himself back, cognizant of Emma in his arms, pulling away regretfully after five seconds that could last five hours, or days. Years. You clear your throat. "Well, okay, uh- should we?" You motion to another row of trees, and he nods with a laugh.

"We should."

Later, after the tree has been decorated, dinner has been made and cleaned up, fire started in the fireplace, Emmaline has had her bath, and you've changed into your pajamas, he sits on your couch with you curled into his side, both you and the baby asleep. It's late, and the lights are out, and he thinks he probably should have woken you to get you both up into bed, but he can't bring himself to shatter the moment, the silence, the fire, and the sounds of your breathing, face barely illuminated by the glow of the lights. He stays right there, listening to the crackle of the logs, staring at the tree, watching the two of you breathe, heart so full he thinks it could explode. This is it, he thinks. This is the magic.

[masked-watcher]

My new favorite drawing of them I hope you enjoy looking at it as much as I enjoyed creating :)

[wombywoo]

tequila

[codtrashsammy]

Just Simon Riley thoughts <3

Simon Riley who got a lil tattoo on his forearm- opposite of the existing tattoos on the other one. It’s something small, something that makes him think of of you. Something separate from the trauma fueled tattoos on his other arm, something he can look at on missions and be reminded he has a home to come back to, a person to come back to, you.

“I’ll get back to ya, sweet’art,”

Simon Riley who doesn’t want a big welcome home party, just wants to find wherever you are, flop down on top of you, and relish in the fact that his hands can caress your softness so sweetly. You make him feel human, whole.

“Hm. Missed ya, love.”

Simon Riley who is so unbelievably devoted. There is no other in his eyes, only you. You who still found your way into his heart even when he was doing nothing but pushing you away. You who always had a kind touch and a bright smile. You who had no reason to try with him- but you gave it your all anyway. No, he can’t look at anyone else, not when he is practically addicted to everything that is you.

“Only you, love. Can’t see no one else when I got perfection waitin’ f’me at home.”

Simon Riley who is trying so damn hard to love you. Simon who is trying to love you in the ways he knows you deserves yet believes it’ll never be enough. Sweet pet names, soft touches, constant reassurance. He’ll freeze hell over with his bare hands before he lets a day slip past that you believe you’re anything less than a deity in his eyes.

“I gotcha, love. I gotcha.”

Just Simon Riley 🥺🥰❤️‍🩹

[ghouljams]

I don't know how to word this but Dad!Ghost who's gotten softer around the middle(proudly gained that extra weight thanks to your cooking) and can't help chuckling to himself when his little girl proudly pats her tummy after dinner and tells you "that was a good meal mama" in the same tone Ghost uses. Already taking after her old man...(he's never been happier)