Pairing: Pornstar!Ghost / Simon Riley x Fem!Reader
Pov: Reader
Summary: Your relationship with Simon is progressing, but something from your first night together has you asking a more for a request from the famous Ghost.
Warnings: Smut, Pornstar, AU, Flirting, Tinder dating, unprotected sex, Fluff, fem!Reader, pornstar!Simon Riley, fingering, recorded sex, slight daddy kink used, use of male sex toys.
A/n- @ Firefly-graphics for dividers
WC: 3235
Call Of Duty Master List
‘Thinking about a video with the two of us.’ Has continued to play on and on in your head for the past few weeks. Simon has unfortunately been asked to come back to work. ‘I’ll be gone for a few weeks, birdie. Will you be okay?” He asked you as he stood in front of his apartment door.
From the night in his bed, you had slowly started to migrate over. If you had told anyone about what you were doing your friends and parents would probably think that you were moving far too quickly. That you were making rash decisions for lust, but you didn’t feel that way.
You felt greatly intertwined and understood by Simon, and the sex was amazing. “I’ll be okay, Si. Just don’t get hurt.” You said with a kiss to his cheek one more time before the man was walking out of the doorway, and towards his motorcycle. You watched from behind the front window as Simon drove off.
You put your head down at work, having not received the promotion that was being talked about a few weeks ago. The routine is normal for the first few days. You wake up, make yourself a singular cup of coffee, gather your work things and walk out locking the door behind you.
Work is work, slow and the overhead LED lights have you edging on a migraine most mornings. You try to work, but you end up scrolling through pictures on your phone of you and Simon, while getting none of the work done. The first week comes and goes, draining you of all you have and without the warm body of Simon next to you end up drifting towards your phone at night.
You hadn’t dared to watch Ghost videos since migrating over to Simon's home. Not that Simon had really been active on the app since the date at the coffee shop. You find yourself late one night in a sweatshirt that most definitely doesn't belong to you scrolling through your apps on your phone.
Landing on the Patron app, you click. You’re only subbed to a few accounts. A draw account that makes beautiful art, an account about urban exploration, and Simon's account. The profile pictures of his account stare daggers into your chest.
You realize though that you aren’t here to get off, because if you were that ship has sailed and the only thing, and the only person who can make you come undone is god knows where, doing gods knows what. You’re on the app, because you want to hear the man's voice, need to hear Simon's voice.
You scroll down and click an older video one that has a darker setting, maybe from a month before you found his account. His Manchester accent fills the shape of your bedroom immediately. “Hello, birdie.” He says as the video starts. The sound sends a wave of peace over you, and then he continues. “Did you come here cause you missed me, did you miss your daddy princess?” So much for that wave of peace that had cast itself over you, now instead it was heat that was creeping up the back of your neck and settling on the apples of your cheeks.
You really shouldn’t and you know it, but you can’t help as you flip yourself over. Grabbing a hold of Simon's pillow and stuffing it between your thighs. The silk pj bottoms that Simon had bought for you rub perfectly against your pussy. You prop your phone up against your own pillow and settle yourself on top of the pillow. Shift it until it’s perfectly adjusted between your thighs.
Your pussy throbs as you click the play button on your screen. You listen to Simon's breathing, calculated and slow as you watch him reach down and pull out a pocket pussy. The silicone is clear and goes smoothly down Ghosts shaft. The sound is wet, and drives you crazy right away. You’re slow at first grinding down onto the pillow, trying to find that perfect spot to continue.
You ultimately find it after a few grinds down onto Simon's pillow. “Fuckin’ hell birdie, you’re so fuckin’ tight for me.” You hear Ghost grunt out as the wet sound of the toy being jerked up and down over and over again. The silk fabric of the bottom you’re wearing is perfect as your pussy drips and floods the shorts, and the pillow case. You fall forward, Ghosts/Simon's voice getting louder now that you’re so much closer. “Just like that birdie.”
One hand steadies you as the other hand reaches up and grabs a fistfull of the old worn out sweatshirt that you had pulled over your bare shoulders a few hours ago. Simon's cologne and overall scent hits you just like your wave of pleasure does. You are not in sync with Ghost on your screen, but that doesn't matter. Not when you’re nose deep in your boyfriend's sweatshirt, and have ruined a pair of the bottoms and a pillowcase.
A few weeks later when Simon returns he looks worn out and tired from being taken away from you, and the warmth that you provided for him. He drops his bag near the front door, and barely unties his boots before he’s marching up to you and squeezing you so tightly that you’re sure he might squish between his large, heavy arms and his board and hard chest. “God I fuckin’ missed you birdie.” He murmurs into your hair.
You snuggle deeper into him, as if you’re trying to get into the man's very skin. “Why didn’t you have me come pick you up at base? I would have loved to pick you up.” You ask, resting the side of your head on his chest. “And let the other mates know that I’ve got this beautiful little birdie waiting for me at home, now thank you.” Simon answers.
That night ends with you, and Simon lounging on the couch. A random tv show takes place in the background as Simon rubs your feet. Large fingers digging into the want out muscles in your arch and heel. “How was work while I was gone” Simon asks, because he knows how hard you took not getting the promotion a few weeks ago. “It was normal, same ole same ole. Stupid shit, walking in stupid heels, and then coming home to silence.” You don’t mean for the last part to come off so dark, but you had been lonely and used your isolation to do nothing but work and play Simon's video on blast.
“Can we do take-out tonight, Si?” You ask. Moving the conversation over into a new direction. One that doesn’t have you thinking about how you lay in bed and listen to the wet sounds of Simon's cock in a recorded video from nearly four months before you met him. “We can do whatever you want birdie.” Simon says with a small smile tugging on his lips,
Later when the lights have been turned off, and all the doors to the house have locked and thoroughly checked. The both of you end up snuggled together in bed. Simon sighs contently at the fabric along with the added weight of you lounge across his chest. Your ear pressed into his chest, the rhyme of his heartbeat lulling you ever so slightly to sleep.
In the darkness of your shared bedroom your previous question floated around in your head. “You’re thinkin’ awfully hard over there, birdie.” Simon whispers into the dark of the room. You sigh heavily, and snuggle deeper into his side, “Thinkin’ so hard you might overheat.” He teases, “Tell me what’s on your mind?”
“I keep… I keep thinking about my question.” You can’t see in the darkness but Simon’s brows raise and that signature smirk you’ve grown to love in such a short time period tugs at his lips. “You mean the one that would involve a camera and the two of us?” Simon asks, and possibly says just to tease you some more. You hum, unable to form the words that would express how much you’ve been thinking about it. Simon seems to notice your inability to speak about this matter, and shifts the conversation. “What did you do while I was away?” Simon asks you.
You had already answered, but you figured that Simon was looking for another answer, something else. “I… oh I got caught up on the last bit of my favorite show.” You mumble on, “And?” Simon adds, “What are you fishin’ for, Simon?” You ask rather bluntly. “Oh birdie, you think I don’t know what you were up to while I was gone.” It’s possibly the way Simon's Manchester accent goes thick with lust that has you spilling the beans. “You… how did you find out I was?’ you bit your lower lip in between your teeth. “That you were watchin’ my older videos like a little slut.” Simon finishes for you.
You hum, and suck your lip. “IF you tell me which video and what you did, I’ll agree to your little request of makin’ a video together, but I don’t want your face in it. Is that understood birdie?” You can feel the air has shifted, the heat under the blankets has only made your body more flush. “I understand, Si.” You murmur. “Good cause I'm waiting, birdie.”
You let out a shaky breath into the darkness of the bedroom. ‘I don’t remember what video I watched, but I can tell you that I might have rode your pillow and wore one of your sweatshirts. It was a video with the toy.” You say quickly in fear that if you don’t get the words out quick enough they might never come out. Once again you can’t see the expression on Simon's face in the darkness but you can most definitely hear the shift in his breathing. Going from steady to a little ragged like he’s thinking about you humping his pillow while watching him.
“Thank you for your honest, birdie.” Simon mutters his voice rough. There is a wave of silence that covers the room, the only sound that’s audible is deep breaths Simon is taking, and the ones you’re taking. “So…” You mumble. “So now we figure out an idea for a video, birdie. Nothin’ too hard, just simple stuff.” Simon tells you, “But for now we should get some sleep, birdie. We have all the time in the world.” Simon says, pressing a kiss to your forehead and somehow bringing you closer to his chest.
Simple stuff that’s what Simon has said to you. Simple, but nothing was simple as you sat on the edge of your shared bed and watched as Simon set up a black tripod, and connected all the additional pieces. You watched with batted breath, your skin was still a little wet from your shower, and your legs cleanly shaved along with your pussy. Simon had practically demanded of you to go take a shower. “Go shower birdie. I need you all to be nice and relaxed.” Before pushing you out of the kitchen and then returning back to do the leftover dishes.
You sat on the edge of the bed in an old large shirt of Simons, and a pair of black panties with a little edge of lace that hugged your hips. “Are you ready? And do you remember the light system?” Simon asked you to pull you from your internal thoughts. “I remember the light system, and yes I’m ready, Si.” You murmured, Simon paused looking back at the set up tripod and camera, then back to you. “From now I’m ghost, birdie. Is that understood?” He asked you, clearly setting a boundary before even turning the camera on. You just give him a nod, already you can feel your fresh panties becoming wetter by the second.
You watch as the man lifts a different type of mask to his face. One that allows for his mouth to show and won’t be able to slip off of his head. It just covers the top of his face. His eyes and nose covered away, but his mouth was still very much on display. “I’m going to press record, it will flash three times and then we are in business.” Simon says, you give him another nod.
The camera flashes once and Simon walks over, it flashes another time and he’s bending at his knees. The third time it flashes his hands are pressing your thigh wide open and pushing the shirt up past your tits. With that you’re on mostly full display for the camera to see. You imagine the view must be wonderful, the naked stretch of Simon's shoulder. Muscle bulging as he finds a comfortable spot between your opened legs. His voice drags you once more from your thoughts.
“Already so wet for me birdie.” He murmurs against the wetness that has seeped onto the cotton of your panties. You moan softly as his lips press kisses into your most inner thighs. He continues to press kisses into your thighs alongside the rhythmic squeezes he gives the meat of your thighs. Hoping for more you buck your hips, causing the plastic facecovering to hit your clit with a perfect zing that travels across your entire body.
“Now, now don’t get ahead of yourself birdie.” He teases you, but indulges you anyway. He returns to your covered pussy, pressing the flat of his tongue against the wetness without a single regard. Simon laps at your pussy, and slightly pushes your legs out just a little bit more. “OH…” You moan at the stretch of your thighs causing the material of your panties to sink further into the curves of your pussy lips.
When it seems like you and Simon have created a sopping wet mess between your thighs, that is when he decides it’s time for your panties to find a new home. The air hitting your pussy quickly causes a shiver to run down your spine. “Such a pretty pussy, birdie.” He murmurs loud enough for the camera to pick up.
Oh yeah that camera is still there, over his shoulder catching this entire interaction going down. You can’t seem to find yourself bothered by it at all. You had thought, pondered the idea that a camera might have you out of the mood right away instead it sends a zing up your body and has your body feeling more than usual.
Simon rubs the tips of his callused fingers over the length of your pussy. Starting at the top, rubbing ever so gently over your clit and then down until his thick fingers collect the wetness that has gathered at your entrance. “Oh shit…” You mumble out. You can feel him smirk as he gives your pussy another few passes, watching as your pussy spasms with every single pass.
“Please, Ghost!” You beg him, but he doesn’t seem to bother listening to your pleas. “I’m not done playing with her just yet, birdie, have some patience.” He practically demands. You whimper at both his touch and the sharpness of his words. “Good girl.” He says as Simons slips one finger into the heat of your pussy. Velvet walls cling to his fingers, sucking it in further and further until he reaches his knuckles.
You mewl at the stretch and the feeling, bucking your hips softly at first. Simon just pulls his finger out almost all the way before pumping it back in with a new found vigor. Any chance for you to keep the rhythm with your hips goes out the window as Simon fucks you with one finger, then adds another. By the second finger there is a ring around both fingers. “So messy birdie.” He taunts you. You however are far too lost in the pleasure to give him a response back. Instead you just let Simon take control.
You end up with his mouth sucking your clit, and at least three of his fingers pumping in and out of your wet pussy. The sounds of bouncing off the bedroom walls, along with your moans. Some high pitched, and some that sound like you’ve just been punched in the gut. Simon can’t get enough of you, as his mouth attacks your clit.
Sucking
Licking
And gently biting
That little bundle of nerves that has your thrashing about on top of the comforter on the bed. Your body feels hot and cold all at the same time, The hand that isn’t occupied with your gushing pussy trailing up your frame, grabbing at the fullness of your tits. Two large fingers pressing the taught nipple together, rolling it.
“Please… Please… I’m gonna…” The words are dying out of your mouth, unable to catch your breath as Simon continues his relentless actions on your pussy. He only lets up enough letting his breath fan over your worn out pussy, fingers still gentle prodding at your wet walls. “You cum whenever you’re ready, birdie.” He tells you, giving you the final say.
Simon adjusts his fingers inside of you pressing into the perfect spot while he sucks at your clit and twists your nipple. The overstimulation pushes you over the edges. Your legs jerk and shake at each side of Simon's head. All while your scream out ‘simons’ name.
When Simon comes up from between your legs and rests his half covered face against your inner thigh he just stares at you in the afterglow. Your skin is flushed and your chest rises and falls quickly. He lets you take a moment to catch yourself before the man is getting up and switching the camera off. You only feel him return when the press of a wet washcloth gets pressed up against your sore pussy lips.
“You did so good, sweetheart.” He murmurs gently as he cleans your most sensitive parts with care, and ease. You can’t bring yourself to form thoughts or words, so instead you give the large man a few hums. He leaves and returns once again with a glass of water for you to gentle sip on. “Thank you, Si.” You finally say when your throat is now longer raw.
It’s a few weeks later when the video gets posted and the notification hits your phone. You don’t click the link, but you do take in the title name. ‘Meet this pretty little birdie, needed to know how good she tasted.’ It’s the first time you’re seeing it, as Simon had practically forbidden you from watching any of the video.
You click the link after work and before Simon comes back home from the gym that night. Instead of watching the video play, you look at the comment, watch as people are amazed at his technique, some ask where you came from, some are jealous, but most can sense the report, the lust and possible relationship between you and Simon straight from the start of the video. Simon returns home to find you half asleep with your phone dangling in your hand off the edge of the bed. When he tucks you in and takes your phone in his hand he’s greeted with the flood of comments of the video.
He’s not a jealous man at all. Especially when the man knows that you’re forever his, and he’s forever yours.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Call of Duty
Words: 407
*Trigger Warning* stalking, surveillance, invasion of privacy, obsessive behavior, manipulation, implied fixation, predatory behavior, emotional distress, voyeurism (non-explicit)
From the outset, your interactions with Simon had followed a trajectory that looked, at face value, like a fortunate alignment of circumstances.
Three months ago, he had stepped in during a critical incident, positioning himself as your de-facto partner to de-escalate harassment. At the time, it felt like an unexpected but welcome intervention—timely risk management with a human touch.
And afterwards? He integrated himself into your life with remarkable operational efficiency.
Attentive. Responsive. Always anticipating your needs as if he’d mapped out your behavioral patterns ahead of schedule. You didn’t have a formalized relationship framework yet—no strategic discussion, no scope definition—but the working assumption was that you were, effectively, dating.
Tonight was supposed to be another low-stake engagement: movie night at his place. He’d gone to the kitchen to source snacks, insisting on end-to-end ownership of the evening’s logistics. You sat on his bed, taking a momentary operational initiative to locate the film on his laptop. The same film, coincidentally, that had defined your childhood comfort zone.
His desktop loaded. A folder name surfaced.
“y/n y/l/n. 2024”
Your internal alarms pinged immediately. 2024? That was outside your known shared timeline. You hadn’t even been onboarded into his life back then.
A professional boundary check would have advised you to stop. Not access personal files. Maintain compliance.
But curiosity executed a full override.
You opened it—and your entire system froze.
The folder contained photos. Hundreds. All of you.
Not the curated ones you’d taken together recently.
No. These were archival. Unauthorized. Field-captured.
You leaving a shop.
You at a party with friends.
You arguing with your ex.
The windows of your apartment—angles that should have been impossible for anyone inside to obtain.
You felt your pulse spike, a full-scale internal incident escalation.
Then the bedroom door opened.
A moment later, he entered—voice warm, casual, fully aligned with his usual brand tone.
“So,” Simon called out, balancing snacks with an ease that now felt unsettling, “ready for movie night?”
He smiled.
Relaxed.
Confident.
And in that moment, as you looked from him to the glowing laptop screen, the disparate data points you’d ignored for months began integrating into one clear operational truth:
Nothing about your meeting had ever been a coincidence.
And Simon Riley had been tracking you long before he ever said hello.
The blow knocked all the air out of John's lungs. Darkness flashed across his vision."What distracted you?" Simon hissed directly into the breathless Scot's face.The lieutenant's eyes burned beneath the mask with a dark, primal fury."You almost took a bullet to the forehead, MacTavish. You almost got yourself killed because of your fucking lack of focus.""I... I hesitated..." John rasped, trying to pry the hand from his throat, but Simon's grip was iron."You were thinking about me."It wasn't a question.It was a fact, delivered with such heavy, possessive certainty that John wanted the ground to swallow him whole.Simon leaned his full weight into him, pinning him against the beam until John's bones creaked in protest. The lieutenant's kevlar-clad knee shoved roughly between his legs, striking the inside of his thigh."Your empty head was busy replaying how I fucked you while the enemy was lining up a shot," Ghost growled, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating rumble. "Do you have any idea what I would've done if your brains had ended up splattered across that concrete?"His fingers tightened around John's throat."You think it's your life, Johnny? You think you have the right to throw it away that carelessly after I claimed you as mine?"
I have such a weakness for hickey’s and bite marks on the inner thighs so I’m doing a SoapGhost for it 😂
Cause I had a brief thought that Soap likes to wear shorts to the gym on base or when he’s going for a run around or whatever and they’re old things. Worn and tattered at the edges but wildly comfortable and still covering enough of him that’s he’s at least decent.
Like are they a little short? Yeah. Do they still cover his ass and junk? Just enough so he doesn’t flash anyone when he squats or anything.
So one day, after a night with Ghost he goes to the gym the next morning, getting dressed and kissing a still sleeping Simon good bye before taking off, not even looking at himself because why should he have to?
But on the way there he’s getting some strange looks from other people who happen to be early risers and he can’t fathom why. He shrugs it off, does some of his workouts, gets a good sweat going y’know.
But then he goes to do some deadlifts by the mirrors (Ghost always says his form is off so he’s trying to rectify it) and almost passes tf out at the sight that greets him.
Somehow, between the beginning of his relationship with Ghost and now, he forgot how much Ghost loved to bite and mark.
His inner thighs are covered with bruises and bites with very clear teeth indents and his neck isn’t faring any better. Soap’s blushing up to his ears and desperately wants to go back to the room and hide forever.
But at the same time he’s almost done with his workout and he refuses to miss it just because of some marks. So Soap toughs it out, still blushing up to his ears but finishing off the last of it.
Then he’s running back to his room, not even bothering with the communal showers because lord forbid he project his relationship any louder than he already has.
When he bursts in Simon’s up already, coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair and shooting him a questioning look. The man flicks his eyes over Soap for a second before a sharp and rather predatory smirk is taking over his features.
He knows then that Simon had planned for that to happen, probably even hoped that Soap would forget about them and go about his usual business. And fuck it all Soap can’t even be entirely mad about it.
Embarrassed for sure but not mad and Ghost is too busy looking like the cat who caught the canary to pay Soap’s glare any mind. It’s hard to stay embarrassed when Ghost looks so proud of himself.
Everyone knows you don't touch Ghost unless you'd like to leave at best with broken bones or at worse, in a body bag. It's common knowledge he doesn't like to be touched and those that do usually mean he's injured or they're enemies.
Unless, of course, your name is John 'Soap' Mactavish. The man's mad as a hatter, freely touching Ghost and scaring the ever loving fuck out of all who see it happen... the recruits waiting to see if their favourite 141 member is going to be punched or murdered, only to be surprised as Ghost allows it...
After a while, after a bad mission, it soon becomes common knowledge around base is you don't touch Soap where Ghost can see or you'll be running drills till you pass out or worse.
Thinking about the emptiness clawing at the inside of Simon Riley while he tries to lose himself in the Ghost identity he’s created. The way it drives him to seek out your warmth, your comfort, your solace, at first surprised at the genuine kindness you freely gave him. It’s uncomfortable for him at first. He’d gotten used to its absence that the hunger pangs had long subsided. Now that you had fed him, he grew ravenous, making excuses to spend time with you, sometimes even pulling rank to do so. Being the Lt’s favorite imbibes you with a sense of pride at feeling special - few soldiers had earned praise from the stoic Ghost, and each commendation filled you with shining confidence. A few too many drinks and an extended period of time with the two of you, alone, leads to a one night stand - something delightfully forbidden and fun for you, but for Ghost, it’s a confirmation that you must also feel the same as he does. Of course, around the rest of 141, both of you continue on as if nothing had happened between the two of you. Maddeningly, you continue to remain simply friendly to Ghost, even in private, even as he tries to recreate the intimacy you’d had before. Even worse, one night, while he’s on patrol, he hears your voice, dripping with lust, calling out for a name that was not his from inside one of the barracks tents. His mind raced with jealousy, understanding that he wasn’t the only recipient of your kindness, the only person you entrusted with intimacy. The conclusion was clear. No one else could ever come close to understanding you the way he did, no matter how hard they tried. They didn’t deserve you, and he couldn’t bear to see you used and discarded by just another grunt who just wanted to get off. Not with the way he needed you. There were places he could take you- isolated, long forgotten safe houses that the two of you could make into a home. He could provide a cover story for the disappearance of both you and him. Ghost knew the two of you belonged together and he would make it work.
