#Ghost headcanons

[sparkle-queen97]

Husband!Simon Riley (headcanons)

I’ve been really busy lately so I didn’t have time to write something more elaborate, and also my frist time posting headcanons, anyway hope you’ll like it <3

Masterlist

Paring: ghost x reader

Warnings: none, just not proofread and really short

- He thinks that breakfast is the most important meal of the day and he loves it when you prepare it for him

- If you adopt a pet, at first he would say that he doesn’t like it, but after some weeks you would catch him petting the animal or talking to it

- He doesn’t insist on making you change your surname after the wedding, he thinks that you should choose for yourself

- Simon is really touch starved, it doesn’t matter where you are he will always hold your hand or place it on your back

- He didn’t want a big ceremony for your wedding so you decided on a small event for only your family, only if you wanted them there, and the rest of the 141

- He loves to listen to you, it doesn’t matter what you are saying, he just loves the way your eyes light up and the way you keep smiling even when you are talking

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I’m sorry for any grammar errors, English isn’t my first language, also if you want you can drop a follow to my AO3 account here, I’m not very active there but I’m trying to change that.

[nastylittleghouls]

Phantom: *accidentally hits Aether straight in the face* Phantom: *panicking, trying to decide between saying 'I'm so fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'* Phantom: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! Aether: *infected by the nervous energy* MAYBE?!

[cryptic-arr0w]

Yall ever so hyperfixated on something that you can barely interact with it because you start happy stimming so much you accidentally hit yourself and you’re heart beats a little to fast

[damagedghoulette]

Your honor.. I miss him :(

[bittybat28]

HC: I think Perpetua would be really upset with how Copia is being treated, seeing how that’s his brother and Perpetua knows how it feels to be bullied. He’s dying to meet Copia just to bond with him and tell him what an amazing papa he was!

[vintageandroid]

Papas' Favorite Sex Toys: Headcanons

I decided to write out some headcanons for all of the Papas' favorite sex toys to use with their partner. I just uploaded it to AO3, so here we are.

Chapter 1 for the vanilla toys (vibes, dildos, etc).

Chapter 2 for the kinky shit (paddles, bondage toys, Wartenberg wheels, etc).

EDIT: I originally had the wrong links sorry. Fixed.

[circe69]

“my fuckin’ pussy” simon says as he’s pounding you in a mating press. your heel-clad feet are hung over his burly shoulders, flopping with every thrust.

“mmmn, yer fuckin” pussy” you slurred back.

“oh my, we’ve gotta talker, doing a little repeat after me? fuckin’ simon says, huh?”

he’s such a tease.

[khioneee]

tap out.

simon doesn’t expect anyone to tap him out. a ritual where loved ones step forward to release a soldier from duty, creating a chance to reconnect.

based on this.

simon stands in formation, a soldier among countless others, each bound by discipline, each carrying their own story beneath a stoic exterior.

in the unyielding line, he’s silent, gaze fixed forward, while around him, families reunite: sons embraced by tearful mothers, women lifting their children into their arms, couples lost in long-awaited kisses. joy and relief fill the air, carried on quiet laughter and murmured words of love.

but simon is an orphan now.

there’s no one to step forward for him, no one to break his stance. he watches it all, standing alone, feeling like a stranger in this crowd of reunions, this world of connections he never belonged to.

over the years, the military has stripped him down, rebuilt him into something hardened and unbreakable. this new self is his armor, a wall between him and the life he left behind.

the tap-out tradition is a formality he’s only ever heard about, something he’s watched from a distance but never expected for himself.

he stands motionless as soldiers around him are tapped out by loved ones. he watches quietly, feeling a distant sense of satisfaction for them, grateful that they have that in their lives.

maybe soap would tap him out after he’d seen to his own family.

no matter how many times simon tried to keep him at arm’s length, he’d come to accept that soap wasn’t leaving him behind. coerced into the friendship or not, soap was a friend. until soap has been tapped out, there’s no one in simon’s life to come pick him out.

still, simon knew he was alone in ways he couldn’t change. or so he believes.

then he feels it—a subtle shift in the air, hesitant footsteps halting just in front of him, carrying a weight he doesn’t understand. his breath catches, but he doesn’t move. he’s trained to hold his position, but something in him almost falters as he senses a presence just inches away. slowly, he lets his gaze shift, barely, enough to catch a silhouette he thought he’d left behind a lifetime ago.

it’s you.

you. his childhood best friend. the love of his life.

you. the only person he thought of when he escaped his broken home. you. the guilt that wracked him when he ran, unable to say goodbye after the night he barely escaped after being beat nearly to death. you. the only reason he wanted to be alive, and the person he hadn’t been able to look back for.

—you. you. you.

and now here you are, standing before him, eyes wide with hope and uncertainty, tears gathering at the corners like unsaid words held back for too long.

he doesn’t understand, not fully. he thought he’d locked that door, left that part of him sealed away. and yet, here you are, holding everything he thought he’d left behind.

you hesitate, the weight of the years pressing down between you, unsure if you’re allowed to do this. if you can reach out to him after all this time, to be the one who taps him out.

he senses your uncertainty, feels it as if it’s his own, and in that moment, he lets a flicker of vulnerability break through—a slight furrow in his brow, a subtle nod. silent permission.

and you know, in that instant, it’s okay.

with a trembling hand, you reach forward, closing the distance. your hand hovers over his shoulder for a heartbeat, the air between you heavy with everything left unsaid.

then, gently, you tap him out. a simple touch, light and fleeting, yet it breaks something open in both of you.

in an instant, simon moves. his arms come around you, his grip unyielding as he pulls you close, lifting you off the ground. the soldier falls away, and he’s just simon again, holding you as if you’re the only real thing in a world that’s constantly shifting.

his head lowers, his face buried in your shoulder, and he breathes you in, lets the walls he’s held up for years fall away.

‘you’re here,’ he murmurs, voice rough, thick with emotion he can’t hide anymore.

his hand cradles the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, each touch soft, a silent promise. the weight of years and regret presses against him, but he holds you tighter, as if to make up for every moment he was gone.

you feel the warmth of his tears against your shoulder, silent and raw. he pulls you closer still, as if afraid to let go, his voice barely a whisper as he breathes, ‘i’m sorry, lovie. i’m so damn sorry. i’ll never leave you behind again. i promise.’

and in that moment, surrounded by echoes of lives left behind, he’s just simon again, the boy who belonged with you.

. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ an. i know the tap-out tradition isn’t common in the uk and is usually done at the airforce but oh well. read part 2 here.

[amaranthinespirit]

husband!simon riley follows you around like a lost dog 24/7.

whether it be in the comfort of your own home, or out in public, the man is basically your shadow. like a moth to a flame, he is the moth and you're his flame.

it doesn't matter where you saunter off to, chances are, he's stomping right after you. Around your house, he's following you to every room.

need the bathroom? keep the door open, he'll lean against it with his arms crossed over his chest, either watching you silently or tapping away on his phone.

cooking in the kitchen? he's hovering over your shoulder. you can't count the amount of times on one hand you bumped into his broad, brutish chest, stepped on his foot, or, definitely not on purpose, whacked his groin with a small pan. still, he never learns.

watching TV in the living room? you best bet he's going to sit his big ass right next to you. even if you're on the single person armchair, he'll squish you into the armrest if it meant being next to you.

showering? not without him because he'll join you, and find a way to release pent-up need at the same time, that is if you aren't already stressed that day, then he'll just wash your hair and run a relaxing bath for you to soak in peace afterwards.

In public, people give him weird side glances, numerous occasions where you've had concerned folks tap you on your shoulder and give a small point over your shoulder, to which you reply sweetly with the biggest smile on your face, "oh, that's just my husband!"

he keeps a thick finger hooked into the waistband of your pants, or shorts, or looped in one of your belt loops to keep you near him. since you're much smaller than him, it can be easy for you to get lost in big crowds, and this just assures simon that you're never out of reach.

it's a funny thing to watch for the guys to watch, observing their lieutenant follow you around aimlessly like a big puppy, eyes soft as he gazes down at you, sharpening when another person approaches or observing.

you think it comes from never being able to control his surroundings, his obsessive need to keep you safe, more so now that you have a wedding ring on your finger, forever tying you to him. not physically, but he wouldn't hesitate to if it meant keeping you safe.

[musouie]

sending simon a “care package” while he’s on deployment, but in lieu of non-perishable food and toiletries, you send him erotic photos and his favourite pair of your lace knickers.

he thanks you the following afternoon with a string of blurry videos of him jerking off in his bunk, muffled moans escaping clamped lips and a massive, veiny hand pumping his flushed cock.

when he comes, his meaty thighs tremble, as does the camera. you don’t see much, save for the splatter of white against his skin as he groans and sighs — a bestial thing ripped from his throat — and your knickers wrapped around him.

and when he returns from deployment, with pallor skin and sunken eyes, he leaves no room for you to question what could be wrong — because the second he enters your home, he’s forcing you against the wall and fucking your starved cunt for as long as he can manage, making up for all those precious months lost :(

masterlist <3 . . . newest feral!simon

[machveil]

Roommate!Simon Riley that doesn’t correct people for thinking you’re dating. Simon’s minding the trolley while you grab a box of cereal at the store, idly standing by while watching people dip in and out of the aisle. when an older woman says you make a cute couple he just nods and says ‘thank you, ma’am’. he especially doesn’t correct someone when he stalks up behind you, a protective hand on your hip when they scoff and ask, “Is this your boyfriend?”

Roommate!Simon Riley that knows you like the back of his hand - ever changing, but still familiar at the end of the day. a new scar marring his knuckles? he’ll memorize what you like from that new café that opened down the block. a new nick on his wrist? he’s picking up that new movie you were gushing about wanting to see, a genre you wouldn’t necessarily choose usually - he’s ignoring how the main love interest looks like him. at the end of the day, some things never change, like how he’s memorized your smile and the way your nose scrunches

Roommate!Simon Riley that’s fallen into a comfortable pattern with you. your friends always say you act like a married couple, but you wave them off. so what if you guys are in the bathroom at the same time? you need to squeeze a shower in and Simon wanted to brush his teeth - besides, he can hand you a towel when you’re done. so what if you sleep in each other’s rooms? the damn AC is busted again, it’s not your fault Simon is as warm as a furnace and welcomes you with open arms

Roommate!Simon Riley whose favorite start to the morning is seeing you bleary eyed and groggy. your hair is messy, pillow lines across your cheek, and your t-shirt is askew - perfect. he doesn’t care if you have crud around your eyes, he doesn’t care if you haven’t brushed your teeth yet, he doesn’t care that you’re wearing his t-shirt— Simon pauses, eyes glued to you. his last name decorating your back… maybe Simon does care about you wearing his shirt

[oceantornadoo]

simon riley AND reader who are absolutely terrible at dating.

he ghosts you after the first date. you thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime connection with unmatched banter and crackling physical tension. guess not. you lose a couple of nights of sleep over it and chalk it up to men ain’t shit and move on.

simon who can’t stop thinking about your date as he gets shipped out the next day. runs through an op quicker than ever, barking at soap more than usual, toeing the line of unprofessional. every day that passes is a day he can’t touch his personal phone, leaving your text thread abandoned.

you get a text a month later. “you around?” have to check the thread to remember who it was, finding yourself absolutely shocked, struggling to remember the hulking mass of a man who made you giggle so much over that one dinner.

simon shows up to your picnic date with apology flowers and a new leather jacket. explains why he was gone without prompting, a gruff monologue as you find yourself getting distracted by the new scratch on his eyebrow and the scruff on his face. unconsciously, your fingers brush it barely, wanting to make sure it was real.

simon stops mid-sentence, gripping your wrist in an iron hold. the shock of what you did hits you, profuse apologies spilling from your lips as you try to explain and tug your wrist back. he won’t let you though, keeping it in place, your soft skin against his worn calluses.

“‘s okay, love. jus’ ask next time. still jumpy from work.” you finally snatch your hand back, embarrassment warming your body as you nod your head in acknowledgment. he thinks about letting the awkwardness settle and take roots, adding a string of failed dates to his black book.

instead you make the choice for him, attention catching on a nearby curious toddler. you give the little bugger a wave with your biggest smile, sticking out your tongue to make the kid laugh. simon decides then and there that he’s going to keep you.

[urmomschocolatemilk]

I 🩷 bikers

Biker!Simon who’s tatted uppp. He’s rolling up his sleeves while he rides to let everyone get a look at his muscly arms laced with inked designs because yes, he does want to show off

Biker!Simon who's rolling up next to you at a red light, head turning while he thrums his fingers on the seat under him. He can feel your heated gaze through your window.

Biker!Simon who flips open his visor and lets his eyes find yours. He wants you to know that he sees you staring and he's staring right back at you

Biker!Simon who passes his phone to you with the new contact sheet open on his screen, ready for you to fill out

Biker!Simon who trashes on the TikTok bikers and calls them cornballs but doesn’t hesitate to send you photos of him in a compression shirt and helmet at any chance he gets

Biker!Simon who buys you a helmet before your first date, and takes you home. And no matter how much you beg him that night, he refuses to go above sixty on the highway because he why would he ever put his girl at risk like that?

[redtsundere-writes]

Just thinking about how boyfriend!Simon doesn't like to go out, but somehow ended up dating a party gal. He hated it in the beginning because he didn't know where you were and, worse, who you were with. But once he got used to it, he preferred staying home and wait for your drunk call in the middle of the night.

He would pick you up on his truck, made sure you got your seatbelt on properly. You would poke his face, smiling like an idiot from the alcohol. He would just scold you even though you weren't paying attention.

Simon would carry you over his shoulder to your shared apartment. It was light work compared to his usual training. He would sometimes spank your ass to get you to stop squirming around.

Simon would drop you on the edge of the sink counter in the bathroom. He would remove your makeup with a wipe as you tell him how fun the party was. Simon would wash your face with a wet towel as you instructed him to do cause you explained that makeup remover is practically soap.

Simon would drop you on the bed and asked you to raise your arms so he could take your little dress off. You truly trust him that he wouldn't try anything sketchy with you in that vulnerable state. He will slip on one of his shirts on you, knowing how much you love sleeping in his clothes.

Simon would tuck into bed as you mumbled how much you love him and how he is the best boyfriend you ever had. Lights turn off, the rustling of the sheets and tired sighs. He would snuggle up to you, spooning you against his chest. He would just be listening to your sweet mumbles, stroking your hair slowly. Glad that he didn't like going out to take care of you.

Masterlist.

Part 2.

[empresskylo]

simon riley not being the best at expressing himself. he knows he doesn’t tell you he loves you nearly enough. but god, does he show it.

he reads you so fucking easily, can instantly tell when you’re not yourself. his arms are wrapping tightly around you, “s’matter love?” and he won’t take “nothing” as an answer. he will scoop you up into his arms, hug you closely, plant kisses on your forehead, whatever it is you need. he just wants to comfort you.

he can tell when you're nervous, decipher all your little ministrations. he won't always say anything. sometimes he will just walk over, wrap his arms around you, and squeeze you against his chest. or if you're in public, his hand will find yours and tug you against him. or his hand will rest on your thigh, drawing little patterns with his thumb.

and he's always touching you. when you're just standing around somewhere, talking, he'll randomly grab your belt loops and pull you close to him. he loves to run his fingers through your hair and will often play with it when you're lying in bed together or sitting on the couch. plays with your necklace when you're talking to him. he'll grab your foot when you're sprawled on the couch and tug you closer. tugs you against him when you're both sleeping, his arm solid across your hip.

and he just understands you so well. he pays attention. he knows how you like your coffee. knows your favorite flower. your favorite band. knows all your little mannerisms. knows exactly how to make you laugh. knows all the ways you like to be shown love. knows how you like to be touched and talked to.

so while he doesn't express his love always verbally, he shows it in literally every other way possible.

[bittybat28]

Hear me out:

House of wax but it’s Copia and Perpetua as the Sinclair brothers!