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Swiss/Multi Ghoul Headcannons?! 😱
Warnings: both sfw and nsfw, talks of weed, breeding/knotting, oral receiving/giving, switch Swiss, praise and degradation, hint of polyghouls(?)
SFW
- The first time he sees you, he just stares at you in awe. He’s taken aback by how amazing you look and the way your voice is like warm honey to his ears.
- Gives you all kinds of nicknames, cute and funny ones.
- When he asks you out for the first time, he didn’t even mean to. It just kinda, came out? He was just talking and outta nowhere he’s jus’ like; “Yeah, would you go out with me?”
- An absolute gentleman. Opens doors for you, smothers you with cheesy compliments, and makes sure you’re always happy.
- If you’re sad or just generally upset, he will pull you into his arms and hug you tight. He knows you can’t resist one of his comforting hugs, so he uses it to his advantage.
- As a multi ghoul he can possess a few different elements. Fire and Quintessence being the main two. So if you’re feeling down or just need to relax, go to his room. He’ll immediately be able to tell something if off with you. He’ll pull you in and rub warm circles into your back, using small doses of quintessence to help you relax fully.
- He loves when you’re vulnerable. He’s come up behind you and tickle you, and will not stop until you say you love him.
- If you’re sick, this man will in fact be up your ass until you feel better. Always checking in on you, making sure you’re well rested, fed, and hydrated.
- If you have longer hair, he’ll play with it for hours. Just fidgeting or actually doing your hair for an event. He loves it, and he loves that you trust him enough for him to be able to do that.
- Best smoke seshes with him. Even if others are there, his attention is mainly on you. Making sure you’re not gonna green out on him.
NSFW
- SPEAKING OF SMOKE SESHESSS- this man loves having sex high. He loves the way drool runs down your chin when you’re latched onto his cock. The way your eyes are fighting to stay open while looking up at him through those glassy eyes of yours. Just absolutely adores it.
- Definitely talks dirty in different languages. Some Jamaican and slurred Spanish is definitely said while he’s balls deep in you. You can’t say I’m wrong, end of discussion 🤷
- Big breeding kink. When it’s your first time with him, you’ll discover you can bend in ways you never thought you could bend before. He will continue ramming into you until his cum is spilling out whatever hole he’s fucking. Goes absolutely feral if you ask him to knot you, like foaming out the mouth.
- He could stay between your legs for hours. The way your thighs squeeze the sides of his head every time you reach your high has him leaking though his pants. Will edge you just to see you squirm and whimper, wether it’s for more or not. Man is addicted to the way you taste.
- He is a Switch, but is mostly dominant. All though if you ask to fuck him, he’d be all on board. On his knees, ready to take whatever you give him. Would praise you and tell you how good you make him feel, just to get you riled up. Oh, and if you degrade him he will be a puddle in your hands. Wrapped around your finger like a puppy, following every command you give him.
- If you guys end up having a threesome with one of the other ghouls it will most likely be Aether or Dew. If it were a ghoulette, it will ALWAYS be Cirrus. He loves the way Aether’s quintessence seeps into his brain, making him melt down to the floor for the two of you to use him however you please. Dew being possessive and bossy towards him, but oh so sweet to you. The way Cirrus’s fingers wrap around his throbbing cock, while your own hands roam his body. Just all too much for him.
- If you’re a ghoul preforming with them, he will tease and prod at you the entire time. Coming off of his platform to whisper into your ear, wrap his hand around your neck, “accidentally” running his hands over that sweet ass of yours which he adores so much. He can smell the arousal that seeps from you from his stage. He loves seeing you flustered in front of thousands of people.
- One of the kings of aftercare. Makes sure you’re alright and back down to the surface. Carries you to the bathroom to soak in a bath with him, gently rubbing warm circles into your lower back. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how good you did. If you’re both too tired to get up, he’ll cuddle up to you letting you know that he’s there. Just so sweet compared to how he was destroying you moments before.
- If he sees you wearing his clothes, he will lunge onto you like an animal in heat. It’s turns him on to the max to see how you look in his clothes, covered in his scent mixed with your own.
I definitely have a bit of a obsession… anyways love y’all and stay safe <3
Simon helps you put on your heels
cw: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader
"Simon, can you help me love?"
Your back was facing simon, head turned to look at him behind your shoulder.
He was in the middle of buttoning his shirt, a chuckle rumbling out of his chest as he stepped closer to you — calloused hands running along your back, savoring the feeling of his hands on your soft skin. He lowered his head and planted a kiss your shoulder, making the small hairs on the back of your nape rise and a whine fall past your lips.
"Simon." You'd huff out softly, pouting at him for being such a tease.
"Sorry darlin', you just look so beautiful."
He whispered lovingly, planting one more gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder before zipping up your dress.
"You're stunning, love." Simon hummed as he looked at you through the mirror, his hands resting on your hips as he kissed the top of your head.
"We're gonna be late if you keep this up Simon."
"I wouldn't mind that."
You rolled your eyes, wriggling yourself out of his grasp as you walked to where your heels were. Simon followed closely behind, hooking his arm around your waist to stop you from bending down to grab your heels.
"I'll do it for you love."
Simon purred softly, kneeling on one leg as his hands guided your feet to slip into your heels, planting a tender kiss on your knee as you giggled at the soft affection.
"Si—"
You gasped when his lips went further up your leg, immediately grabbing his scalp and pulling him away — a grin on his face as your frowned.
"We can't be late Simon!"
You'd remind him and he'd huff playfully, still smiling as he got up onto his feet and press a kiss on your temple.
"After the party then love?"
"Fine." You'd roll your eyes, but your frown couldn't last when he kept peppering kisses all over your face.
Sneaky bastard, knew exactly how to rile you up and then calm you down. (And he definitely got what he wanted after the party)
boydad!simon misses when his son was a little newborn.
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
You liked to think that you showed off your son a decent amount of times with pride like every other parent — but Simon took it to a different level. Anyone who gave him a moment of their time would be subject to listening to him ramble about his adorable son and be forced to see the catalogue of videos he keeps in his gallery.
Regarding that information, It came to no one's surprise that he was a fanatic for taking pictures of your little boy — doesn't matter if it was just him simply playing with his blocks it needed to be photographed!
He began the tradition that once a month he'd take a cute picture of your son next to a ballon that said how old he was in months. He even bought a new polaroid camera for it so he can tuck the images away safely in a photo-book (and most definitely show to your son to tease him once he's older).
Today would be the 8th month of the tradition, your little boy already laying down on a soft wooly blanket as he happily kicked his feet and his chubby hands smacked against the ballon.
You smiled down at your son, cooing at him as you waited for Simon to come in with his camera.
But, after 10 minutes you began to worry. You scooped your son up from the blanket, carefully cradling him and walking to your master bedroom.
"Simon!" You called out into the house, your baby on your hip as you looked through the house for your husband.
Your hand curled around the door knob to your bedroom, creaking the wooden door open and your eyes landing on Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your son's old baby onesies — the first one he wore after you took him back from the hospital.
"Oh, love." You whisper softly, your little boy letting out a curious gurgle when he saw his father sitting on the bed.
"He used to fit in this." Simon mumbled to himself, his hands gently running along the fabric of the onesie.
"Yea, our baby grew up so quick." You added, shuffling yourself to sit beside Simon while your baby squealed and sat in your lap.
"Can't believe it's already been 8 months. He'll be off to uni soon enough." Simon let out a shaky breath, your gaze growing softer seeing his eyes become glossy and his waterline filling with tears.
"He'll always be our baby even when he's grown, love." You reassuringly reminded Simon, a heavy sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. Your little boy wriggled in your arms, crawling his way to his father's arm and giggling once Simon held him securely in his arms.
"You better not grow up too fast on me." Simon playfully lectured your son, cradling the little boy as his large hand gently ruffled his dirty blonde tuft of hair — same shade as his daddy's.
You smiled at the scene in front of you, your head against Simon's shoulder as you both looked lovingly down at your baby. He'll grow up and become a respectable young man, but for now he was in his father's arms and loved unconditionally.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
Simon helps you put on your heels
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader cw: implied smut, simon is a flirt, he'd rather be home with his lovie than at a social gathering
"Simon, can you help me love?"
Your back was facing simon, head turned to look at him behind your shoulder.
He was in the middle of buttoning his shirt, a chuckle rumbling out of his chest as he stepped closer to you — calloused hands running along your back, savoring the feeling of his hands on your soft skin. He lowered his head and planted a kiss your shoulder, making the small hairs on the back of your nape rise and a whine fall past your lips.
"Simon." You'd huff out softly, pouting at him for being such a tease.
"Sorry darlin', you just look so beautiful."
He whispered lovingly, planting one more gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder before zipping up your dress.
"You're stunning, love." Simon hummed as he looked at you through the mirror, his hands resting on your hips as he kissed the top of your head.
"We're gonna be late if you keep this up Simon."
"I wouldn't mind that."
You rolled your eyes, wriggling yourself out of his grasp as you walked to where your heels were. Simon followed closely behind, hooking his arm around your waist to stop you from bending down to grab your heels.
"I'll do it for you love."
Simon purred softly, kneeling on one leg as his hands guided your feet to slip into your heels, planting a tender kiss on your knee as you giggled at the soft affection.
"Si—"
You gasped when his lips went further up your leg, immediately grabbing his scalp and pulling him away — a grin on his face as your frowned.
"We can't be late Simon!"
You'd remind him and he'd huff playfully, still smiling as he got up onto his feet and press a kiss on your temple.
"After the party then love?"
"Fine." You'd roll your eyes, but your frown couldn't last when he kept peppering kisses all over your face.
Sneaky bastard, knew exactly how to rile you up and then calm you down. (And he definitely got what he wanted after the party)
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
boydad!simon misses when his son was a little newborn.
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
You liked to think that you showed off your son a decent amount of times with pride like every other parent — but Simon took it to a different level. Anyone who gave him a moment of their time would be subject to listening to him ramble about his adorable son and be forced to see the catalogue of videos he keeps in his gallery.
Regarding that information, It came to no one's surprise that he was a fanatic for taking pictures of your little boy — doesn't matter if it was just him simply playing with his blocks it needed to be photographed!
He began the tradition that once a month he'd take a cute picture of your son next to a ballon that said how old he was in months. He even bought a new polaroid camera for it so he can tuck the images away safely in a photo-book (and most definitely show to your son to tease him once he's older).
Today would be the 8th month of the tradition, your little boy already laying down on a soft wooly blanket as he happily kicked his feet and his chubby hands smacked against the ballon.
You smiled down at your son, cooing at him as you waited for Simon to come in with his camera.
But, after 10 minutes you began to worry. You scooped your son up from the blanket, carefully cradling him and walking to your master bedroom.
"Simon!" You called out into the house, your baby on your hip as you looked through the house for your husband.
Your hand curled around the door knob to your bedroom, creaking the wooden door open and your eyes landing on Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your son's old baby onesies — the first one he wore after you took him back from the hospital.
"Oh, love." You whisper softly, your little boy letting out a curious gurgle when he saw his father sitting on the bed.
"He used to fit in this." Simon mumbled to himself, his hands gently running along the fabric of the onesie.
"Yea, our baby grew up so quick." You added, shuffling yourself to sit beside Simon while your baby squealed and sat in your lap.
"Can't believe it's already been 8 months. He'll be off to uni soon enough." Simon let out a shaky breath, your gaze growing softer seeing his eyes become glossy and his waterline filling with tears.
"He'll always be our baby even when he's grown, love." You reassuringly reminded Simon, a heavy sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. Your little boy wriggled in your arms, crawling his way to his father's arm and giggling once Simon held him securely in his arms.
"You better not grow up too fast on me." Simon playfully lectured your son, cradling the little boy as his large hand gently ruffled his dirty blonde tuft of hair — same shade as his daddy's.
You smiled at the scene in front of you, your head against Simon's shoulder as you both looked lovingly down at your baby. He'll grow up and become a respectable young man, but for now he was in his father's arms and loved unconditionally.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
everyone adores girldad!Simon but what about boydad!Simon?
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
When he bit into the cupcake and saw the light blue butter-cream inside, your muscles tensed as you waited for his reaction... and you almost let out a startled gasp when you saw he had broken down into tears.
He fell onto his knees and wrapped his burly arms around your swollen figure, treasuring your beautiful body that was carrying his son. His stream of tears ruined your sundress but it was hard to care about that in the moment — your ex-military husband that never cried in front of you was now full blown sobbing on his knees while hugging you and breathlessly thanking you for giving him a son between his sniffles.
Simon's hand never strayed from your bump, constantly gliding his hand under your shirt and a fond smile curved onto his face as he felt his baby, his son, kick at his palm.
"he sure is energetic, isn't he love? Should get him started on rugby once he pops out."
He spent months making sure the nursery would be perfect for the little one. He built the cot, rocking chair, installed the shelves — everything. Anytime you tried to lend a helping hand he'd grumble and immediately pick you up bridal style and carry you back to bed, tucking you under the comforter and then pressing a firm kiss on your temple while muttering in a gruff tone, "stay in bed, lovie."
But all that anticipation and excitement couldn't compare to when he actually got to hold his son in the hospital. Your baby looked comically small in Simon's well built arms, but also so perfect cradled in his father's arms and a baby blue blanket wrapped around his body. That was the 2nd time you'd ever seen Simon cry.
"Hey bud, I'm your old man." Simon whispered to the small infant, tears flowing down the curves of his face as he looked down at his precious son. His son.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
eee I have so many ideas for boydad!Simon !! I just had to pump this one out first hehe
boydad!simon once his son is big enough to start walking on his own
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
Once your little man learned to walk on his own, there wasn't a moment in the day when he wasn't trailing behind Simon, giggling as his pudgy feet pattered against the wood floor. You'd snort each time you saw Simon abruptly stop, your little boy bumping straight into Simon's calf and his sweet giggles still echoing in the house as he fell down onto the floor.
Simon loved cradling his son, but he loved even more letting his son wrap his tiny hand around his finger and "drag" him to where ever he wanted to go. To the kitchen? Sure bud. To the bathroom? Of course. To mommy? Following right behind him.
It was a laughable sight, especially at stores where your giant brute of a husband was getting dragged by a little boy who barely even reached his knees.
You'd push the trolley behind the two of them, a smile permanently on your face as you'd hear your little one babble in their baby language and Simon nodding in agreement. It swelled your heart with pride every time someone would pass by, a smile forming on their face seeing the adorable interaction between a father and son. You made him a daddy and god was he damn good at it.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
boydad!simon misses when his son was a little newborn.
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
You liked to think that you showed off your son a decent amount of times with pride like every other parent — but Simon took it to a different level. Anyone who gave him a moment of their time would be subject to listening to him ramble about his adorable son and be forced to see the catalogue of videos he keeps in his gallery.
Regarding that information, It came to no one's surprise that he was a fanatic for taking pictures of your little boy — doesn't matter if it was just him simply playing with his blocks it needed to be photographed!
He began the tradition that once a month he'd take a cute picture of your son next to a ballon that said how old he was in months. He even bought a new polaroid camera for it so he can tuck the images away safely in a photo-book (and most definitely show to your son to tease him once he's older).
Today would be the 8th month of the tradition, your little boy already laying down on a soft wooly blanket as he happily kicked his feet and his chubby hands smacked against the ballon.
You smiled down at your son, cooing at him as you waited for Simon to come in with his camera.
But, after 10 minutes you began to worry. You scooped your son up from the blanket, carefully cradling him and walking to your master bedroom.
"Simon!" You called out into the house, your baby on your hip as you looked through the house for your husband.
Your hand curled around the door knob to your bedroom, creaking the wooden door open and your eyes landing on Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your son's old baby onesies — the first one he wore after you took him back from the hospital.
"Oh, love." You whisper softly, your little boy letting out a curious gurgle when he saw his father sitting on the bed.
"He used to fit in this." Simon mumbled to himself, his hands gently running along the fabric of the onesie.
"Yea, our baby grew up so quick." You added, shuffling yourself to sit beside Simon while your baby squealed and sat in your lap.
"Can't believe it's already been 8 months. He'll be off to uni soon enough." Simon let out a shaky breath, your gaze growing softer seeing his eyes become glossy and his waterline filling with tears.
"He'll always be our baby even when he's grown, love." You reassuringly reminded Simon, a heavy sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. Your little boy wriggled in your arms, crawling his way to his father's arm and giggling once Simon held him securely in his arms.
"You better not grow up too fast on me." Simon playfully lectured your son, cradling the little boy as his large hand gently ruffled his dirty blonde tuft of hair — same shade as his daddy's.
You smiled at the scene in front of you, your head against Simon's shoulder as you both looked lovingly down at your baby. He'll grow up and become a respectable young man, but for now he was in his father's arms and loved unconditionally.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
everyone adores girldad!Simon but what about boydad!Simon?
boydad!Simon - one - two
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
When he bit into the cupcake and saw the light blue butter-cream inside, your muscles tensed as you waited for his reaction... and you almost let out a startled gasp when you saw he had broken down into tears.
He fell onto his knees and wrapped his burly arms around your swollen figure, treasuring your beautiful body that was carrying his son. His stream of tears ruined your sundress but it was hard to care about that in the moment — your ex-military husband that never cried in front of you was now full blown sobbing on his knees while hugging you and breathlessly thanking you for giving him a son between his sniffles.
Simon's hand never strayed from your bump, constantly gliding his hand under your shirt and a fond smile curved onto his face as he felt his baby, his son, kick at his palm.
"he sure is energetic, isn't he love? Should get him started on rugby once he pops out."
He spent months making sure the nursery would be perfect for the little one. He built the cot, rocking chair, installed the shelves — everything. Anytime you tried to lend a helping hand he'd grumble and immediately pick you up bridal style and carry you back to bed, tucking you under the comforter and then pressing a firm kiss on your temple while muttering in a gruff tone, "stay in bed, lovie."
But all that anticipation and excitement couldn't compare to when he actually got to hold his son in the hospital. Your baby looked comically small in Simon's well built arms, but also so perfect cradled in his father's arms and a baby blue blanket wrapped around his body. That was the 2nd time you'd ever seen Simon cry.
"Hey bud, I'm your old man." Simon whispered to the small infant, tears flowing down the curves of his face as he looked down at his precious son. His son.
eee I have so many ideas for boydad!Simon !! I just had to pump this one out first hehe
boydad!simon once his son is big enough to start walking on his own
boydad!Simon - one - two
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
Once your little man learned to walk on his own, there wasn't a moment in the day when he wasn't trailing behind Simon, giggling as his pudgy feet pattered against the wood floor. You'd snort each time you saw Simon abruptly stop, your little boy bumping straight into Simon's calf and his sweet giggles still echoing in the house as he fell down onto the floor.
Simon loved cradling his son, but he loved even more letting his son wrap his tiny hand around his finger and "drag" him to where ever he wanted to go. To the kitchen? Sure bud. To the bathroom? Of course. To mommy? Following right behind him.
It was a laughable sight, especially at stores where your giant brute of a husband was getting dragged by a little boy who barely even reached his knees.
You'd push the trolley behind the two of them, a smile permanently on your face as you'd hear your little one babble in their baby language and Simon nodding in agreement. It swelled your heart with pride every time someone would pass by, a smile forming on their face seeing the adorable interaction between a father and son. You made him a daddy and god was he damn good at it.