just thinking about hybrid!Simon, some sort of apex predator (take ur pick) and youre his human handler who everyone seems to stare at because how the hell can they keep control of that thing? He’s big enough to tower over anyone, all thick muscle and dark, piercing eyes. and when he looms behind you everywhere you go? some people start to wonder if you’re even capable at being his handler. Simon should really have a leash on, or a muzzle, or preferably shackles, right?
you’d rather chew glass than do that to him, though. he’s a lot less animal than people assume. he’s not some beast about to pounce or a stalking predator. no. the only time you put a leash on him is in private, bouncing on his lap with the chain wrapped taut around your knuckles, licking into his mouth as he keens and whines at the pressure around his throat and the overstimulation of your tight hole around his thick cock, shooting blanks by the time you finally let up on him and let him curl up around you, scenting you and covering you in his heavy warmth, cuddling like a sweet little puppy dog.
yeah. that’s the only time Simon wants a leash around his neck.
theorist-fox
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader — 18+
CWs: smut, pwp, surreptitiously getting the cherry popped. simon is is a little shit here lol you're worse
wc: 6.3k
Inspired by the gorgeous @/rememberwren's Threshold, which is one of my favourite fics ever.
The weather outside is frigid, and the HQ is almost empty, aside from a few who are stuck inside due to never-ending shifts.
The city at the horizon glistens in snow, glitters with festivities. Although the gorgeous view is a welcome sight, the mood is overall sour, as most of the soldiers would rather be home on Christmas Eve.
But Simon’s got nowhere to go, and apparently neither do you. For now, you’re both content with the spot you’ve secured in the rec room for the remainder of the evening. The fanciest of the seats. The softest ones, with the tanned leather intact and the cushions still plush.
You look awfully relaxed, slumped back on the loveseat while sipping on your beer, with your eyes lazily roaming the ceiling. Christmas sounds like it’s going to be boring, uneventful, and quiet, and Simon cannot wait for it to roll around exactly like that—
“We should fuck, Riley,” you say. “To kill some time.”
Simon Riley vs no nut november
He scoffed at you and rolled his eyes hearing something as stupid as that.
"it's an event for virgins to feel better about themselves." He grunted out as he made his morning tea, his thick, muscled back facing you, flexing with every movement.
"maybe you just wouldn't last, scared to put your pride and ego on the line."
That irritated him, flaring up his competitive streak. You could see the way his jaw clenched, molars grinding together. Simon didn't like to be challenged, and he certainly didn't like it when someone said he wasn't capable of something, especially his pretty girl.
"ya' saying I can't?"
"nope..."
"we'll see then, hmm?"
And just like that, the bets were on. Day one began, and you were already rubbing up on him, trying your best to sabotage the competition with soft touches and inviting words. You made it hard for him, wearing one of his shirts, pressing your chest against his back as he stood at the counter.
"does your cock hurt? I could hold it in my hand if you wanted..." You offer, already feeling over his big, bulky body, down his tensed abs and to the hem of his sweatpants. You only got a grunt as a reply, and a light smack on your hand when you tried to palm his heavy, twitching cock through the thin fabric.
Simon would never admit it, but he was aching. He wanted to squeeze the fat of your hips and pull you back on his aching cock, push his ugly mug into your soft tits and split you open so deliciously on his cock. But unfortunately, proving you wrong came first on his priority list.
By day two Simon was irritated and grouchy. His dick ached, his balls ached, all he wanted was to sink into your warm, wet cunt and spurt his hot, thick cum deep inside.
You were pulling out all the plays in the book, showering with the door open, touching yourself so he could hear every lewd squelch when your fingers slide into your wet heat, something that he could have if he just relinquished his pride. The final straw was when you bent over in front of him, claiming that you were "just looking for something I dropped".
That's how you ended up with your face smushed into the pillows and your body trembling from overstimulation. He was everywhere, overwhelming your poor senses, heavy balls slapping against the fat of your ass, rutting into your from behind.
Your prayed the apartment walls were thick enough that the neighbours couldn't head the loud squelches and schlicking sounds coming from your greedy cunt and the even louder whines and moans coming from you. It was just so hard to keep your mouth shut when Simon was rolling his strong hips into yours like that, the fat, drooling tip leaking right against your cervix.
"don't run from this, yeah?" Simon tried to sound cocky, but his voice was lying, he sounded ruined, fucked-out and needy. "you just had to tease me all fuckin' day. Tryin' to push it, huh?"
Before you know it, a heavy hand lands on the back of your head, pushing your face back down into the pillows, muffling your moans, your body jostling and sweat-slicked beneath all his heat and muscle. You couldn't even nod along to his words, to get him going again and tease him for folding so fast because your poor pussy was getting fucked dumb, twitching around him, overwhelming by the pace, the familiar pressure in your tummy building, how Simon was grinding against the gooey bundle of nerves on your warm, welcoming walls.
"fuck your stupid fuckin' november" He grumbled under his breath, mostly to himself and his bruised ego. "i'm gonna cum inside you, i'll do it every day if I feel like it too."
A small whine escaped in response, your pussy betraying you, giving Simon a squeeze, trying to milk his cock and pull him back in.
"you like that, huh? you want my cum?" Simon groaned, deep and low, gritting his teeth with a wolfish grin. He swears under his breath, veins practically popping in his neck as he tries to hold back his orgasm, but the way your cunt was sucking him back in had his eyes squeezing shut, and then he was emptying himself inside you.
Thick, deep ropes of cum flooded your poor pussy, mushroom shaped tip probing against your spongy depths, shallow thrusts and hard rolls of his hips following soon after, working his sperm into you. You weren't much better unfortunately, his pretty, soft girl, usually looking so divine, now a quivering mess, lying limply underneath him while a sticky mess formed on the sheets.
"no nut november, what a stupid thing." he grunt roughly, already dragging you closer by your hips. "more like let see how much you can take this november."
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a/n: ...hey... sorry for disappearing for like 4 weeks lol. this is not proofread :(
weird/gross thought, but as a person who hates certain food textures, I can just imagine how Simon wouldn’t be picky at all and would probably eat your half-chewed food you spit out. I’m talking like gristle from steak, all masticated and wet with your spit, the cute scrunch to your nose when you realized its too tough to chew through. then you spit it out and complain, just for Simon to grab it with meaty fingers and shove it between his teeth. You are struck dumb the first time he does it, staring at him in shock and disgust because that was just in your mouth. but Simon just gives you that mildly amused look and goes back to eating like he didn’t just do the grossest thing you’ve ever seen.
Scare actor here, I love the scare actor post! I love Halloween and i can wait to see if you or Rommy will do more Halloween themed writings. I would love to see if you do more scare actor things or Halloween themed stuff
I feel that if reader did manage to scare ghost they might have gotten punched in the face by Ghost on accident it does happen especially with grown men getting scared.
total-killer-brainrot answered:
scare actor reader :)
this is an ask from bloody august. i promise i was just saving it for halloween… all the other non-halloween-themed asks… lets not talk ab that
You spotted him in the crowd immediately. The big man all in black. The same one who’s cock you had been dreaming about for months now. The same one you still had yet to scare. You would get him this time. You had been practicing.
It was clear he was looking for you. To anyone else he would look as stoic and aloof as ever. Hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. Shoulders hunched against the autumn chill. But you could see how his eyes darted as he waited in line. Eyeing each of your fellow scare actors, trying to see if they were familiar below the masks and makeup. You made sure to stay out of sight. Surprise would be your greatest weapon.
The one with the silly hair was back. You could hear him ranting loudly about how ‘the last one wis a pure fluke.’ He never even made it to your area.
You used the darkness to your advantage. Giving your full attention to your masked man. Finger tips ghosting over his shoulders. You knew this maze better than he did, no matter how tough he was. You could disappear before he even turned around. He wasn’t scared, but he looked slightly unnerved. Wary. As if he knew you were there.
It was a difficult decision, continued to mess with him, or try for a final jumpscare. You were sure this time it would work.
Using the echoing halls to your advantage, you ran. Heavy footsteps filling the room as you chased up behind them. Usually it made even the toughest brutes jump, his two remaining friends squealed and started to run. But your masked man instead spun. Landing an elbow square to your nose.
You cried in pain and stumbled back, shoulder hitting the wall as your hands flew to your nose. It felt broken. You’d never broken your nose before but surely it felt like this. It was definitely bleeding. You could see the shock in the masked mans eyes in the dim, flickering light. Rushing forward to cup your cheeks in his large hands.
“Shit, love… shit I’m sorry.”
Tears welled in your eyes at the same time as anger bubbled in your stomach.
“You ass! Who hits someone in a haunted house!”
You both paused for a moment. He was pressed so close. Cornering you against the wall. You were looking up in to his deep eyes. Then your lips crashed into his. Rough and messy and so bloody. Immediately he kissed back. Shoving you harder against the wall. Your head knocking back. His hands dropping from the gentle hold on your cheeks to gripping your hips. Blood mixed with saliva your tongues. The metallic taste making him groan.
“Simon!”
You flushed, gasping as you remembered his friends were right there. But 'Simon’ was not deterred. Pulling back from your bloodied lips just long enough to grunt out.
“Keep going. I’ll catch up.”
They were still there when he lifted you, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding against you. Pressed between him and the wall as your only support. You grinned against his lips, managing to mumble out.
“I got you… I fuckin’ got you.”
“You did, love.”
costume shop / double penetration / public – Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish x Female Reader
Three: Inside the local Halloween store, you call in your boyfriends to check out your costume.
Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, double penetration, unprotected piv, anal sex, public, butt plug, masks, creampie // wc: 920
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
[About]: Upon being called home during the evacuation of Dunkirk, a four-man brigade stumble across a farm in which Lieutenant Simon Riley becomes infatuated by a doe-eyed farm girl.
[Series word count]: 36.8k
[cw]: ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴠᴏᴍɪᴛ, ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ, ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ, ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀᴢɪ ɢᴇʀᴍᴀɴʏ, ᴅᴏᴍᴇꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏᴍᴇꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴘᴇᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴅ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɪʟʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀꜱꜱᴀᴜʟᴛ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ, ʙᴏᴍʙɪɴɢ, ᴜɴʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄꜱ, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟɪꜱᴍ
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» CHAPTER ONE: MERE YET ABUNDANT
» CHAPTER THREE: SCREAMS IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT
» CHAPTER FOUR: THE QUESTION OF FAITH
» CHAPTER SIX: A SEAL UPON YOUR HEART
» CHAPTER EIGHT: THERE WAS ONE DAISY
» EPILOGUE
once again rattling my cup to get more eyes on this series
Acknowledge Me
or: Simon finally gives you attention after you piss him off.
“The power it takes, to make me cry that way. Baby, I hate me when you get under my skin.”
cw: 3.6k words (lord), 18+ MDNI, Toxic!Simon/Meanie!Simon, smut with plot, daddy kink (daddy, pa), dubcon, p in v, dacryphilia, degradation (like hell), water park amusement, pvssy slapping, creampie, marathon!, intoxicated sex, pet names (lovie, doll, pup), overstim, orgasm denial, straight debauchery, after care, y/n visuals.
a/n: acknowledge me by doja cat was the big inspo.
Were you a fucking stupid brat?
Or were you simply itching for attention that you deserved?
If you told your friends, they wouldn’t call you a fucking brat. Stupid? Yeah.
For being with a man who didn’t hesitate to curse you out when you annoyed him. Simon Riley didn’t even flinch when you started hearing those hiccups over the phone, he could already picture your trembling bottom lip, huffed out cheeks and tears forming at your water line. If anything it pissed him off further.
“Don’t fuckin try it with those tears [+]. I fuckin told you, you tell me where the fuck you’re goin. Why the fuck did I have see you move to five different bars in three fuckin hours and you didn’t say a word to me about it till now!?” Simon yelled through the phone.
“You and your dumb ass friends are too fuckin reckless—“
“—Don’t call them that-“ you chided.
“-Oh, I promise you lovie, I don’t give a shit.” his voice with venom.
lol what a fun write
simon ghost riley: retired and married edition
obsessed with FWB Simon who has to shove your face into the mattress and fuck you silly everytime you look up at him with anything close to affection so he can ignore the vulnerable feelings growing inside him.
18+, rugby!simon x fem!reader, a lot of words, hardly edited, hella porn, enjoy
you meet rugby!simon at your usual haunt, a nightclub that spilled out into a dark, narrow alleyway that connected like a capillary to the city centre.
packed with people, an interior feverish with the movement of bodies and the multi-coloured strobing lights. music vibrates through the black slab flooring, pulsing through you as you jostle amongst your friends, dancing with swaying hips.
hot, sticky. you can feel the sweat clinging to you, beneath the fabric of your clothes that cling to the natural curves of your body. moving amidst a sea of bodies, the heat of alcohol swelling, spreading— hair sticking to foreheads, glistening beads on cheekbones.
you still don’t know how he spotted you amongst the crowd of people, faces blurred and distorted by flashing lights and waving hands. but he did.
Corruption kink with boyfriend Simon Riley, part 14
a/n: EEEEK thank you so much my babies!!! I love love love you ALL 💛💛💛 In honor of me reaching 8k honeys, I present part 14 of corruption kink (ft. breeding) <3
Giving you multiple orgasms has become one of Simon’s favorite things to do. He likes to leave you limp, weak and pliant on the bed before he sinks into your cunt and pulls out a few more releases from you.
Tonight is one of those nights.
You’re writhing, squirming and whimpering as Simon’s mouth works on your cunt. His tongue slides up and down your slit, spreading your folds, letting him taste your slick. He’s covered in it, his mouth and chin and nose coated in your arousal, the scent of you thick.
His huge hands hold your thighs open as he devours, focusing his tongue on your entrance, dipping in before pulling away and moving up to your clit. He licks and sucks at the nub, grinning when you squeal and close your thighs around his head.
He pushes them open again to make more room for himself. He gives your clit the attention it wants, flicking his tongue against it relentlessly, causing your body to spasm each time.
Your hands move to grab onto his head, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling at him. “’s too much,” you whine, forcing him to detach his mouth from your cunt. But his fingers are quick to take over, refusing to not get you to the edge and then over it at least once more.
He kisses your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him as he fucks into your cunt with his thick fingers. You’re weakly moving your hips against his hand, seeking more despite the intense sensations and the excessive orgasms you’ve already had.
Simon pulls away from the kiss but doesn’t move far, keeping his lips brushing yours. “You know what I want from you, baby. You know what I want.” He kisses you, bites your lower lip gently and then moves away again. “You gonna give it to me?”
It’s inevitable, you can feel it building low in your womb, a rope coiling tightly and getting ready to snap. So you nod, legs shaking.
And then Simon’s fingers curl upwards, pushing against that spongy spot that’s already swollen from how much he’s been fondling you, and his thumb comes down to press and rub against your clit. You gasp, body arching upwards as you come, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. You squirt on him then, body quivering, and Simon groans as he feels you soaking him.
“Fuck. That’s my good, good girl.” He eases you down from your high, his fingers slowly pulling away, allowing your slick to dribble down onto the bed. “Oh, honey, you look so beautiful.”
“Need you,” you manage breathlessly, spent but always needy.
“Alright,” he says, pushing his pants down. He rubs his cock against your pussy, gathering your slick on his cock before sinking into you.
Despite having taken him so many times, he always stretches you out. He’s just so big, such a big and broad man, there’s nothing to be done about it.
“Fuck, such a tight fit,” he grunts as he pushes all the way in, filling you to the brim. “So fuckin’ good.” He kisses your forehead. “My love.”
He thrusts soft, gently opening you up, paving the way for him to go harder later.
You whine softly, wrapping his arms around his neck. You kiss his jaw, your skin sticky with sweat, your body quivering slightly.
Simon feels your cunt loosening around him and he fucks you harder, moving deeper. “Take it. Take it, baby. You take it so well.” He kisses your neck, dragging his nose over your jaw. “Fuck, I could. stay in this pussy forever, make sure it’s always filled with my cum.”
You whine, clenching around him. He grunts.
“You like that? Like the idea of always being full of my cum?”
“Yes,” you manage to gasp between the little mewls leaving your lips. “Yes.”
“Yeah? Wanna be full of my cum all the time? Gonna get you pregnant if we keep it up, love,” he murmurs in your ear. The idea has been going through his mind, filling his imagination with the vision of you all swollen with his baby, of him taking care of the newborn with you, of being a family.
What he never expects is for you to tighten around him, nails digging into his back painfully, making him grunt.
“Love,” he rasps, his hips stilling. “Love, let up some. Gonna make me come, too soon.” He squeezes your hip with his hand gently.
You shudder but relax your body some, your pussy loosening around him, giving him room to move.
He glances down at you, his eyes finding yours, and he asks, “What? You liked the idea of me knockin’ you up?”
You blush, eyes fluttering. “Mhm.”
His cock twitches in you. “Fuck. ‘s that what you want, love? Want me t’give you a baby?” he asks, groaning when your nails drag over his shoulder blades. “Fuck, I’m taking that as a yes.”
He grabs one of your legs, pushing it up to your chest, opening you up more for him so he can fuck you deeper. You squeal, whimpering, body being pushed back and forth with every hard, relentless thrust.
“Oh, love, you asked for it. Gonna fill you up all the way to the womb, give you a baby, make sure you’re mine for the rest of our lives,” he groans. The sound of his hips smacking against yours is loud in the room, along with the obscene noises your wet pussy makes, drowned out only by the sound of your squealed moans and his rough groans.
He pushes his hips against yours harder, grunting as your nails drag down from his shoulders, all the way to the dimples in his lower back, leaving marks he knows will last a while.
You feel the muscles on his back working, feel the strength in them. He’s so big and so broad, and there’s something so hot and comforting to being under a man his size. Being fucked this rough, being marked as his…
And now he wants to put his baby in you? Yeah, you did something right in life to get this.
Simon fucks you harder, deeper, his breath coming in uneven pants as your gummy walls start clamping down on him. “Yeah, honey. Gimme one more, one last one, and then I’ll fill you, hm? One last one. For me.”
You’re writhing, body at its limit, when his hand moves to play with your clit, rubbing it messily. And it’s too much. You come hard, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer and keep him deep in you as your cunt squeezes him hard.
He groans, lost to the pleasure, to the sensation of you, to the idea of giving you a baby, and he comes. He comes so much, thick ropes of cum filling you. Hot and sticky, it spills into you, coats your inner walls, fills you to the womb.
You two stay there a while, entangled and connected, until Simon speaks.
“You really want my baby?” he whispers, kissing your temple.
You nod. “I do. I want that for us.”
Simon nods back. “I do too, love. I want us to have everything. I want to give you everything.”
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Metal Band Task Force 141 x Backup Singer Female Reader
Chapter Specific Warnings: swearing, oral sex, piv penetration, multiple creampie, unprotected sex, breeding, dirty talk, praise, Ghost x Reader dynamic, Ghoap x Reader dynamic
Word Count: 3.1k
Flashback to the first night with Simon. Johnny interrupts. The duo becomes a trio.
Chapter Five // Chapter Seven
