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-okok this is a continuation from the dom ghost hcs! so like i said that man loves giving you the princess treatment and so you do no chores around the house! this most comes from how clumsy you are tho </3 he saw you try so hard to help him with the yard work once and he felt like you needed to be wrapped in bubble wrap after. You tripped over the hose more than once, pricked your finger on a thorn, and nearly took your eye out with a trowel. needless to say he didn’t need any accidents in the future and decided to be in control of it all.

my first hc ever (of course it is Ghost related)

Copia loves listening to Ninja Sex Party.

He enjoys singing to the lewd lyrics of songs like "FYI I wanna F your A" and "Orgy for One". He admires how they can even make a ballad be funny and graphic with songs like "Heart Boner" and "Wondering Tonight".

(He also was really touched by "Danny don't you Know", making his inner misunderstood child happy)

FAE YOU'VE OFFICIALLY LOST ME I'VE GONE FERAL. @ghostangel YOU COOKED AND I'M AFRAID I ATE IT.

your new neighbor has taken a liking to you

simon “ghost” riley x fem!reader

tags/warnings: mdni, infidelity (ghost’s marriage sucks), size kink, breeding , unprotected sex, degradation/dumbification, squirting, corruption kink if you squint

Simon is in a loveless marriage.

It’s sad—he knows that. Ever since he got back from deployment, things with his wife weren’t the same. She would stay at work late, come home smelling of someone else’s cologne, trying to hide her swollen lips.

Military service took a toll on him. The torture, the abuse, the loss of life—sometimes it was too much for him to bear. His wife didn’t understand, and he certainly couldn’t talk to her about it. She was too busy being fucked by other men to speak to him anyway. So, he kept his trauma close to his chest.

Then he met you.

You moved in next to him while he was away. When he left for service, the house was empty—vines withering up the creaky wood, yard overgrown and barren. As soon as he drove into his front yard, he knew that changed.

The house was fixed up, vines trimmed. A new coat of paint covered the old wood and made it look new. A hammock hung between two large trees in the yard. And one other thing was different.

Flowers. They were everywhere in your yard. Rose bushes, lavender, tulips, sunflowers—the yard was a rainbow of color. Simon could smell them from his front yard when he went outside to smoke or to get away from the confines of his house.

It wasn’t until he was smoking one afternoon that he saw you. Fresh-faced and young, gloved hands trimming back your rose bushes. It took him a while to say hi, but he did eventually. You were everything his wife wasn’t—kind, bubbly, thoughtful…innocent.

He found himself in your front yard more than he was at home, offering to help you trim your flowers or plant new ones. He was always filling the heavy watering can and watering for you—“I got all this muscle, sweetheart, let me use it for somethin’.”

Simon wasn’t sure when he began spilling his trauma, but one day, he sat on your couch with a glass of lemonade telling you about the war. The torture, the loss of his military brethren—everything. He told you about his past and his present, about his failing marriage; and most importantly, that he trusted you.

The first intimate actions were small. A brush of a hand, a squeeze of a thigh. Lips brushed against an ear. Small actions that made your tummy clench and his face grow hot. Eventually, it led to something more. Soft kisses on tender lips, hands running over scarred skin and muscle, strong arms wrapped around you.

And tonight, you kissed him with a hunger he couldn’t ignore anymore. Your tongue swiped so slowly along his that his knees buckled and his heart slammed against his chest. His fingers gripped your ass so tightly, you thought it would bruise, but it sent heat to your core all the same.

That’s how you find yourself now—on your back in your bed, sheets sprawled around you and Simon eating you like a man starved. His tongue flicks so deliciously against your clit that it makes your toes curl and your grip tighten in his hair.

“Simon,” you whine, hips bucking as he sucks hard on the sensitive nerves. His response is a grunt, his middle and ring finger gathering your juices and teasing your tight entrance.

Your breath stills when he pushes his two thick fingers inside of your pussy, back arching and hips drawing back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Simon mutters against your clit, tugging your hips down with his other hand and curling his fingers inside of your wanting cunt.

All you can do is whine as his fingers scissor and stretch your squelching pussy, juices dripping down to your ass. His tongue rubs circles around your clit like he’s painting a fucking picture, and you can’t help but moan out at the pleasure. His fingers hit that spongy spot that sends an electric jolt to your toes, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure.

“S-Simon, I can’t—I’m gonna—” You can’t even finish your sentence, your voice breaking off in a moan as he speeds up.

And then you’re coming, babbling nonsense and his name like a prayer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You don’t even comprehend that you squirt all over his hand and mouth, or that he’s rutting his hips against the bed and moaning into your cunt as he tastes you.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, his hands running up to your waist. Your eyes flutter open—when did they shut?—and you look up at him staring down at you, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Such a nasty fucking girl,” he murmurs as he leans down, teeth grazing across your neck. “Squirting for me like that. Gonna do that on my cock, too, sweetheart?”

All you can do is moan in response, and Simon chuckles before pulling back and tugging down his boxers. Your eyes widen as you take in his fat cock—thick and veiny and leaking precum. He holds eye contact with you as he moves to hover over you, rubbing his tip along your soaked folds.

You squirm and whine, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

Simon grins, positioning his tip against your throbbing hole. “Gonna make it fit.”

Your lips part as he slowly slides his fat cock inside you, stretching you out in such a painfully delicious way that you almost forget to breathe. You can feel every vein in his cock, and Simon lets out a guttural groan when he sheathes himself fully inside you.

“Relax, doll. Squeezing me so fuckin’ tight and I haven’t even moved.” His voice is strained, and he lets out a breath as you try to relax.

His hand moves to your throat, squeezing slightly as he begins to move. Slow at first—painfully slow. You hold eye contact with him as he slowly ruts his hips against yours, his lips parted as breathy groans slip past. When you start to whimper and moan, he speeds up, his pace becoming almost animalistic in nature.

The tip of his fat cock hits a spot that makes you see stars, and you let out a soft cry as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It feels so good, and you drag your nails down his chest because you don’t know what else to do.

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” He asks, grip tight on your throat. “You like my cock stretchin’ you out?”

You can’t even answer him, responding with whines and moans, tears sliding down your cheeks from the pleasure. Simon smirks, fucking you faster, and you cry out.

“Didn’t think I’d fuck you dumb, sweetheart. Can’t help it can you? Cock makin’ you stupid?”

You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand moves to your clit to rub in precise circles. Your eyes glaze over and you’re gone—submitting completely to him as he fucks you with his fat cock.

Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake. Simon grunts and groans as you come on his cock, throbbing so tightly around him that you almost force him out. He simply fucks you harder, pressing against your cervix as your juices gush out of your cunt and you whine out, hips jolting.

Simon moves his fingers from your clit to your face, wiping your tears away and leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is hot and surprisingly sweet, and when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

“Good fuckin’ girl. My girl. Gonna fill this sweet pussy up so good, baby,” he whispers against your lips, his arm hooking through your leg to open you up wider. His hips slap against yours, his breathy moans hitting your skin softly.

“Please, Simon,” you breathe out, voice catching as he fucks into you. “Need it. Please.”

That’s all it takes for Simon to crumble, moaning out curses and your name as his cock throbs inside of you. He gives one, two, three more thrusts before he buries his fat cock inside you, tip against your cervix, and you can feel his hot seed pumping inside of you.

He thrusts lazily for a moment before sliding out of you, pulling you to his chest. Your lips meet in a sweet, lazy kiss, and you feel his cum dripping out of you. Simon’s fingers trace down your back, and he looks at you so delicately, he’s afraid you might break. His hand moves to cup your face, thumb brushing right underneath your eyes. Then he utters four words that make your heart stop.

“I’m getting a divorce.”

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...Baby... I ATE THIS UP SO HARD.

do you really think simon hasn't noticed how you look at him?

simon “ghost” riley x fem!reader

tags/warnings: MDNI, breeding, unprotected sex, choking, pure fucking smut

It had been two months since you stepped foot onto the 141 base, and as soon as you had, eyes were constantly on you. The men of the 141 were hungry—and you were a pretty piece of meat walking in front of them. A temptress.

No one caught your eye...well, almost no one. The 6'2" muscled man in a mask was an enigma to you, stoic and cold. Every time you found yourself around him, his eyes peering at you through the holes in his skull mask, your stomach clenched in the best way.

It was like you were possessed, your eyes glued to his tall frame every time he moved. You watched the way his hands gripped his gun, the muscles in his forearms rippling as he did. His deep grunt of a voice mesmerized you, and the deep void of his eyes seemed to hold your own whenever he looked at you.

Your little crush was bad. It had gotten to the point where he couldn't look at you without your cheeks getting hot, and you could swear he smirked at you underneath the mask. Today, for example, the two of you had finished a mission and on the ride back to base, he had squeezed your thigh and given a gruff, "Good job."

The touch sent fire burning through your veins, and before you could respond, your cheeks had heated and your thighs clenched together. Swallowing, you cleared your throat and watched him move his hand. "Thanks," you managed to say, voice breathy.

As soon as the vehicle stopped, you hopped out and beelined for your quarters. You shut the door behind you, back resting on the cold metal. You were panting, heart pounding against your ribcage. Could he really affect you with just a simple touch?

Fuck, you were screwed.

That night, you brought out your bottle of vodka, intent on getting a little tipsy to take your mind off of the ache between your thighs that Ghost had brought on. You were about to take a shot when a knock at your door startled you.

Sighing, you got up and opened the door, surprised to see the tall, masked figure in your doorway. You blinked, eyes raking down his body. He surprisingly was out of his gear, left in a tank top that showed the rippling muscles of his biceps and the tattoo sleeve inked on his skin and a pair of cargo pants. The mask was still on, though. He never took it off.

"Ghost?" You questioned, brows raised. "Whatcha doin' here?"

He leaned against the doorframe, eyes peering at you through the mask. "Heard you had alcohol. Thought we could have a drink together."

A million questions hung on the tip of your tongue, but you asked none of them. This was your excuse to be alone with him, and you wanted to take it. You nodded, opening your door wider so he could slip through. You shut it and turned to look at him, hyper aware of the tank top hugging your breasts and the shorts that might have been a little too short to be worn around company.

Wordlessly, you sat down, pulling out another shot glass. You poured two shots and handed one to Ghost, face flushing when your fingers brushed against his. You met his eyes and held them as you knocked back the shot, placing the glass back down. Ghost lifted the bottom of his mask to reveal his pink lips and straight nose before taking his shot, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

You're not sure how it happened—maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the relief of the mission being over, maybe it was just the pent-up sexual tension between you two—but you didn’t protest as two of Ghost's thick fingers plunged in and out of your soaked pussy a few minutes later.

You squirmed underneath him, moans slipping past your lips, and Ghost's lips turned up into a smirk as he held you in place with his other hand, gripping your hips so tight he'd leave a bruise.

"Uh uh, don't fucking move, love," he murmured, dipping his head so his lips could brush against your neck. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made you see stars, and your eyes fluttered shut.

He sucked and nipped at the skin of your neck, running his tongue over the tender marks he made, his thumb rubbing your clit in precise motions. Your nails gripped his bare arms, digging into the flesh and making him hiss.

"Clenching so tight around my fingers," he muttered, looking into your eyes, his lips inches from yours. "You've been wanting this haven't you?"

You nodded, whining as he added a third finger, stretching you out so good. Your legs trembled, your breath catching in your throat as your stomach tightened.

"Ghost," you whined out, silently pleading for release.

He didn't let up—just smirked and kept going, waiting. His hand moved from your hip to your chest, thumb flicking across your hardened nipples as your back arched.

It was funny how hard your orgasm hit you. A strangled sound left your throat, legs trembling as your pussy throbbed around his fingers. He slowed his rhythm, finger fucking your through your orgasm, lips moving to leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"What a good fucking girl," he murmured, his voice deep and gravelly. "Ready for my cock?"

Slowly, he pulled his fingers from your pussy, pushing them past his lips and sucking your juices off. He moaned—actually moaned. It might be the hottest thing you'd ever seen before.

The only sound in the room was the clink of his belt as he unbuckled it and dropped his pants to the floor, underwear going with them. His cock was thick and veiny, and your mouth watered as he slowly stroked it. He pointed at you, making a circle with his finger, indicating he wanted you to roll over.

You rolled onto your stomach, arching your back and lifting your hips, exposing your dripping cunt to him. He groaned, and you jolted as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your sensitive folds.

"You think I haven't noticed how you look at me?" He asked, gripping your hair and pulling it so your shoulders were pressed against his chest. He looked down at you as he slowly pushed his thick cock inside your pussy, your mouth hanging open as you met his gaze. "Think you haven't noticed how you squeeze your pretty thighs together every time I touch you?"

His sentence was accentuated with a hard thrust, and you groaned softly as he moved his grip from your hair to your throat. He was so deep inside you, and it felt like fucking heaven.

"Always wanted you," you managed to say as he began fucking you, his pace hard and brutal. "Had so many fantasies about—fuck!"

Your words turned to a loud cry as he hit your g-spot, and he smirked down at you as he squeezed your neck. "Shhhh, love. Shut up and take my cock."

You held his gaze as he fucked you, his other hand moving to your clit and rubbing in fat circles. It was too much—the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot, his fingers at your clit, the dizziness from the way he held your throat. You were going to come, and he could feel it.

"Come on, pretty girl. Can feel you fucking squeezing me," he breathed out, lips brushing against yours. "Come for me. Need to feel you milk my cock."

Your body trembled at his words, and as you came, his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was fierce and animalistic, his tongue sliding along yours as your pussy throbbed around his cock and juices gushed out onto his shaft. He tugged on your bottom lip, his lips curved into a smirk.

"Good fucking girl," he praised, his fingers moving from your clit to spread along your stomach. His grip on your throat was firm, and he let out small moans as he continued to fuck you. "Gonna fill this pretty pussy up."

You nodded, spewing out pleas and whimpers as his cock twitched inside you, leaning into his touch. His lips parted, and his head moved to rest in the crook of your neck, teeth biting down hard on the skin as his thrusts became sloppy.

Half a second later, he was flooding your pussy with his cum, grunting as he bit down on the skin of your shoulder. His thrusts slowed, his cock throbbing as he held his cock deep inside you. Ghost's tongue swirled around the bite mark on your skin as he lifted his head, panting softly, not moving.

He tilted your head up, kissing you slow and soft, your name slipping past his lips like a prayer. Your eyes peered into his, and he smiled at you—a real, genuine smile.

"We're gonna have to do that more often, soldier."

OMG OMG OMG OMGOGGMGOGJGKJGKJFKJHGJDGJHFGJH YALL I DROOLED ALL OVER MY LAPTOP SCREEN. dies.

inspired by @slater-baby♥︎

best friend’s father!simon who tries so hard not to look at you like he wants to see you naked when you come hang out with his daughter. it’s hard when you’re wearing such tiny skirts and tight shirts, not even realizing he can see your pretty thong when you bend over.

best friend’s father!simon who knows your favorite foods and makes them every time you come over. loves the way you blush for him, stuttering like you’re too shy to talk to him when he serves it to you.

best friend’s father!simon who helps you with your math homework—college is hard, and he’s so smart. loves how he can slide his hand underneath the table to squeeze your knee, watching you turn cherry red and your eyes glaze over a little.

best friend’s father!simon who licks and nips at your pretty sensitive clit while his daughter is out running errands. it’s not his fault you got here early, and he can’t help but eat you out ravenously as you let out the prettiest little whines and whimpers, begging him to let you come all over his face.

best friend’s father!simon who covers your mouth while he fucks into you hard and fast, bent over the bathroom counter, fingers gripping your squishy hips. whispering such dirty praises into your ear as his cock kisses against your cervix and your cunt squirts all over him. moaning in your ear when he tells you how full he’s gonna fill you with his cum, fat cock throbbing as he empties his load into you, already planning the next time he’s gonna breed that pretty pussy of yours.

mdni!!!

....fanboying at it's finest.

vampire!simon who gets so hard feeding from you, licks your blood off your neck while he slips his fat cock inside your cunt and fucks you dumb. bites into your neck as he comes inside your cunt, filling you up so nice as your head spins :(

o.m.g people... PEOPLE ISTGGGG KNSBJSDBJKSJKDSJKJJKBBSJ I ATE THIS UP

mdni!

professor!simon that teaches college criminal justice classes and he can’t help but feel his cock chub up when he sees you looking so pretty for him—little skirts, crop tops, thongs that don’t leave anything to the imagination.

professor!simon who is so impressed with your grades—you’re so smart and your intelligence turns him on. can’t help but praise you every time he hands you a paper or a test back, and it makes your cheeks blush and your cunt throb.

professor!simon who holds you back after class to ask if you’d be interested in becoming his teacher’s assistant because he’s so flooded with papers to grade, but really it’s just an excuse to get you alone with him.

professor!simon who touches you a little more inappropriately every day—squeezing your hip, patting your knee and sliding his hand to your inner thigh, hand sliding down your back until it rests on the curve of your ass. it leaves you soaked every time, and he knows it.

professor!simon who eats your pussy from the back while you’re helping him grade papers, punishing you every time you stop to close your eyes or whine. in the end, he has you shaking around his tongue, eyes glazed over and drool dripping onto his desk.

professor!simon who lets you ride his fat cock while he’s typing emails, the door to his office unlocked. “anyone could come in and see how much of a little whore you are,” he murmurs to you—but that makes your cunt clench and you bounce on him harder until you’re creaming around his cock and he’s shooting his thick load inside of you, promising you that he’s gonna breed you every day, just like this.

I thought about this too.

I think he really understood Spanish. For exmple what you also wrote.

My example is when Alejandro tells him in Spanish: "Don't get lost, brother" - And Ghost's quick response reveals a bit that he understands Spanish. Alejandro's face reflected this curiosity and his face says 'this man is full of surprises' or ' I knew you understood us, you .... '.

( This is my opinion about this, but if I said something wrong, please correct me)

Headcanon : Ghost has always understood Spanish.

Based on a convo I had recently with @simonriley1994

In the Las Almas arrival cutscene, Alejandro asked Ghost and Soap "You know Spanish?", to which only Soap answered that he did not. Meanwhile, Ghost just stayed silent. That got me thinking.

According to his biography, Ghost has spent years and years in the stealth business and covert assignments, even earning his callsign for his efficiency and lethality right? Plus, the bio said that he "seeks solitude" and "thrives" in ops with little to no support. Bro likes being alone.

That makes me wonder, if he does stuff alone around the world, it would be stupid of him to not learn another language or two beside English. My theory is, he actually understands Spanish and probably Russian and other languages. However, if you're learning a language, it usually starts with understanding what people speaks before you can actually speak them.

Ghost is at that stage for all the foreign languages he knows, and when he speaks Spanish, it's the BRITISHEST Spanish ever.

Now here's the funny part: When Ghost and Soap entered the car, Rudy said to Alejandro, "Tengo miedo de los fantasmas" ("I'm scared of ghosts"). What if Ghost understands what he said???

And when Rudy decided to push his luck by saying "With that mask, you'll fit in well here Ghost.", Ghost looked at him UNIMPRESSED. But what if he was half that, but also half messing with Rudy? Like he knows Rudy's kinda scared of him, and then he decided to mess around with Rudy all the while telling him not to 'fuck-around-and-find-out' with him.

Like he's aware that Rudy's scared of him, but when he saw that Rudy still had the balls of steel to joke around with him, I'd like to think that Ghost's is half "...bitch..." but also half impressed.