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SIMON GHOST RILEY.
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imagine in hard of hearing Simon if reader lost their voice temporarily
hard of hearing!simon riley who comes home and immediately notices the silence. No loud greeting, no mid-rant about your day, no off-key singing. Just you waving at him with a little note that says “lost my voice 🥲”. His stomach drops. Your voice is the one sound he actually wants to hear.
hard of hearing!simon riley who becomes extra protective and attentive. He sits you on the couch and pulls you into his lap, resting his good ear against your chest just to feel the faint vibrations when you try to speak. Even the weak, raspy whispers you manage feel like a gift.
hard of hearing!simon riley who starts carrying around a notepad and your phone everywhere so you can type or write what you want to say. But he still prefers when you try to talk, no matter how scratchy and quiet it is. He’ll lean in close, eyes half-lidded, chasing every little sound you can give him.
hard of hearing!simon riley who gets oddly frustrated by the silence. Not at you — never at you — but at how much he didn’t realize he depended on your constant yapping to feel grounded. The flat feels too much like it did before you.
yapper!girlfriend (temporarily mute) who keeps trying to talk anyway, only for nothing but pathetic little rasps and squeaks to come out. Simon finds it unfairly adorable and infuriating at the same time.
hard of hearing!simon riley who fucks you extra slow that night, face buried in your neck, desperately chasing the faint broken whimpers you can still make. Every tiny raspy moan you manage goes straight to his cock.
hard of hearing!simon riley who growls against your throat, “C’mon, love… give me something. Need to feel you.” He thrusts deep and holds there, grinding against that spot until your voice cracks and you let out the loudest hoarse moan you can manage. It’s enough to make his hips stutter.
hard of hearing!simon riley who puts you on your back, hooks your legs over his shoulders, and eats you out like he’s trying to draw your voice back out. Every time you try to moan his name and it comes out as a wrecked whisper, he sucks harder on your clit, determined to force louder sounds from your damaged throat.
hard of hearing!simon riley who flips you onto all fours and presses his chest flush to your back, mouth right against your good ear so you can hear his low growls clearly. He rails you hard, one hand gripping your jaw, murmuring, “Louder. Try for me.” Your hoarse, broken cries are weaker than usual, but the vibrations against his palm and the way your body shakes make up for it. He cums harder than he has in weeks.
hard of hearing!simon riley who wakes up in the middle of the night to you trying to clear your throat and whisper something. He immediately pulls you on top of him, guides his cock back inside your soaked pussy, and makes you ride him slow while he holds your face to his better ear. Every weak, raspy little “Simon…” and broken whimper sends electricity down his spine until he’s gripping your hips and thrusting up hard, chasing those precious, limited sounds.
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now playing ⋆˚࿔ : ghost has a needy hybrid(reader) with an oral fixation (￣￢￣)
in this play ⟡ (cw): 18+ mdni. gn!reader, dog hybrid!reader (ears, tail), kinda mean!simon, d/s dynamic, dubcon, piss kink(like rlly icky), puppy play, pet play, name calling, oral (m receiving), slapping (not hard)
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director's notes: these are 2 consenting adults. this is rlly gross so if you dont like pee, skip this /gen,, i get sleepy n then start writing pup play drabble, so pardon the mistakes if theres any :p
Outside on his porch in the cool spring air sits Simon with a lit cigarette between his lips. Reading glasses low on his nose, muscular legs spread in a relaxed position as he reads some dated newspaper. Of course he could just read about the news on his phone, but he enjoys busying his hands. Keeps his mind off things.
Things like the annoying little puppy-hybrid trotting his way. No doubt dying for his attention again. If he knew keeping you off the streets and letting you live in his cabin would lead to this, he probably would've got a cat instead.
You inch across the porch towards him, bell on your collar jingling, tail lazily swaying back and forth. Simon doesn't look over, just takes another drag and blows the smoke your direction. The smell of tobacco makes your sensitive nose scrunch and soon you're coughing. "Gross.."
The slight clench of his jaw is the only outward indication of his already dwindling patience. The man just wants some alone time, and yet this furball has found him a third time this hour. First few times you were stealing his dirty clothes.
His gaze stays steadfast on the paper, thumbs digging into the printed words faintly. "What is it?" he asks, tone flat.
His grumpiness does little to deter you. You simply crawl closer, just barely an inch away from touching his boots with your fingers. "Want it..." you make a show of pointing to his crotch with a nod of your head. "In my mouth."
Silence.
He stays silent a while longer but his foot starts a slow, methodical tap against the porch. Annoyed, though his expression remains the same blank mask.
A deep exhale leaves his nose. "Ya' want what in your mouth? Can't fuckin' read your mind, mutt."
Course he knows what you want. He just has to make sure you're really this crude—this stupid enough to interrupt his reading.
To his surprise, you press up against him, resting your chin atop his knee like a proper dog. It'd almost be cute if you weren't looking at him with lust.
"Want your dick in my mouth." You even have the gall to bat your eyelashes at him. "Please."
It comes out of you oh so sweetly. Makes him suck his teeth.
"Tch." Simon sets the newspaper aside to gaze down and lock eyes with you. "Thought I trained ya' to be good? 'S'pos to be proper n' allat."
Reaching out, he grabs your jaw in one scarred hand, tilting your head back to look in his darkened eyes. His thumb presses to your fuzzy cheek, keeping your head in place. "But y'ain't nothin' but a whore, huh?" plainly spoken, as if simply stating a well-known fact to you.
There's practically heart shapes in your dilated pupils while you listen to him, lips curling into an adoring smile. "Mhm." At your too eager nod, he rolls his eyes but still starts to undo his belt.
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The wet slurps of your messy mouth fill the relative quietness outside, mixing with the occasional sounds of tweeting birds or chirping crickets.
Pants and boxers pushed down just enough, Simon lazily thrusts his half hard cock into your mouth. Your tongue swirls at him greedily, lapping at his tip like candy, enjoying the taste of sticky pre coating your tongue.
He shouldn't spoil you so much but it's difficult to think rationally with your tongue swiping over his slit. It sends a shudder through his frame.
Noticing he's still half chub, you eventually pull your mouth off long enough to ask. "Something wrong..?" Your head tilts, fluffy ears flopping atop your head.
Blowing out another plume of smoke, his lips curl up ever so slightly, an idea popping up in his head. "Needa piss, mutt." He tosses the bud and uses his big hand to pat at your cheek. "Open y'mouth more."
You hesitate, nervous now and a little more aroused. "Huh..? Why?"
Simon's fingers dig into your cheek, pushing your lips into a pursed, pouty expression. "Jus' listen, hm?"
"But-"
Slap. His hand is heavy but lands across your cheek light and corrective, hushing your thought before you finish. "Mm-mm." He shakes his head. "Listen."
You blink at him, momentarily stunned. Carefully, you open your mouth further. There's hardly a chance to change your mind, his free hand grabs the back of your head and pushes it down, slowly making your mouth engulf his sticky tip.
He breathes out a huff. "Nearly there, puppy." he pushes your head a bit more and with a wet 'shlck', his cock glides further into the warmth of your mouth, brushing against the back of your throat. Tears slightly prick the corners of your vision as his weight settles inside.
He sets his other hand on top before rocking his hips, bullying the rest of his thick length into your drooly mouth. Your mind feels a little empty, just thoughts of his musky scent and the way his pubes tickle your nose.
A deep exhale leaves him as Simon starts to release, letting out a deep, throaty groan. "Mmh–fuck…"
Your eyes water more, a few needy tears trickling down from the sheer amount of hot liquid he's making you swallow down. It's filthy.. and oddly soothing.
Well you were thirsty anyway.
Theres heat coursing throughout your body now—face warming in tandem—settling low in your stomach, giving a deeply familiar tingle between your thighs.
He lets his head fall back, lips parted as he lets out another low groan, enjoying the feel of your throat swallowing around his cock. So warm and tight… he should've done this a long time ago.
Once you start staring up at him with those wide eyes, tapping at his wide thigh to let him know you need air soon, all he does is chuckle under his breath. So mean!
"Ah ah... y'wanted my attention, right?" His broad hands stay rooted on your head, eyes glinting behind his glasses, a sick grin planted on his stubbled face. "So sit n' be a goood little toilet, yeah?"
Despite the arousal thumping in your system, your brows are quick to furrow, tail thumping against the porch in irritation. You're giving his sensitive skin a nip with your teeth in retaliation.
"Shit!–" Simon pulls at your hair, tugging your mouth off his dick, drool connecting to his slick shaft and spilling down your parted lips. He gives your cheek another slap, watching as you immediately start huffing, fluffy ears drooping.
"Was obviously gonna let y'breathe, mutt. Christ." Now its his turn for brows to be knitted together. "No biting, or ya' wont fuckin' suck it anymore. Got that?"
Your gaze is downcast, hands resting between your legs, more focused on the porch floor as you begrudgingly nod.
But silly doggy needs to answer when he talks. He leans in to grab at your hair, tugging again, guiding your head up to meet his steely gaze. "Speak."
"wont bite anymore, si'..." You don't even sound that convinced yourself.
He lets out a sigh and releases your hair, patting at your cheek. "Mhm… Do it again and I'll strap a muzzle to your face."
Leaning back against the seat, his thick cock bounces in front of your face, fully hard and leaking sticky precum from the tip. "Finish what y'started then."
You try to play indifference but it's impossible to hide your excitement, tail wagging happily as you start to take Simon into your mouth again. Greedily lapping at the pulsing vein on his underside, drinking up his precum with a feverishly wet lick.
His breathing deepens, eyes fluttering shut. You grab at his hand, guiding it to the top of your head. "Needy thing," he snorts, hand gently petting your head all the while; rubbing behind your ears in a soothing rhythm.
Hard of hearing!Simon Riley
Hard of hearing!Simon Riley who’s got permanent damage in his right ear from years of explosions, gunfire, and close-quarters chaos—no one on base really comments on it anymore, but he’s used to tilting his head slightly when someone talks, or barking a gruff “Wot?” when the words blur together.
Hard of hearing!Simon Riley who meets you and immediately notices how you don’t dial it down. You talk and talk—rambling about your day, laughing loud enough that it echoes off the walls, filling every quiet corner of his flat like you were made to chase away the silence he’s lived in for years. Past partners always told you to lower your voice, said you were “too much,” but Simon just watches you with those dark eyes and lets you keep going.
Hard of hearing!Simon Riley who starts positioning himself on your left side without thinking, the good ear turned toward you so he doesn’t miss a single word. He never asks you to speak up or repeat yourself; instead he leans in closer, mask tugged down just enough that you can see the faint scar along his jaw, and mutters, “Keep talkin’, love. Like hearin’ you.”
Hard of hearing!Simon Riley who finds your volume oddly comforting after missions. The flat used to feel like a tomb—too still, too quiet. Now it’s full of your voice: you singing off-key in the kitchen, yelling excitedly at the telly, chattering while you cook. He catches fragments sometimes, but the tone? The energy? That comes through crystal clear, and it settles something restless in his chest.
Hard of hearing!Simon Riley who gets a little smug when you forget and raise your voice even more around him. You’ll be mid-rant about some coworker and suddenly boom a laugh, and he’ll just smirk under the mask, pulling you into his lap with one big hand on your hip. “Didn’t catch all that,” he rumbles, “but I liked the last bit. Say it again.”
Hard of hearing!Simon Riley who never once makes you feel like your loudness is a flaw. If anything, he guards it. When Soap or Gaz tease you lightly about being the “loud one” in the relationship, Simon shuts it down with a flat stare and a low, “She talks how she talks. Fuck off.” You’re his noise. His life. The one sound he never wants muffled.
Hard of hearing!Simon Riley whose favorite thing is when you’re in bed and that volume of yours really comes out. He loves the way you can’t stay quiet—whining his name, gasping loud when he drags his cock slow and deep, moaning without shame as he pins your wrists above your head and fucks you harder just to hear you get even louder.
Hard of hearing!Simon Riley who growls against your throat, “Louder, sweetheart. Want the whole fuckin’ block to know who’s makin’ you sound like that.” He angles his hips just right, thick length stretching you open, and when you cry out—sharp, unrestrained, voice cracking on a broken “Simon, fuck, right there”—he swears it hits him harder than any explosion ever did.
Hard of hearing!Simon Riley who buries his face in your neck as you come undone, your loud, messy moans vibrating against his skin while he spills inside you with a deep, guttural groan of his own. Afterward he stays buried deep, breathing you in, one calloused thumb brushing your cheek as he murmurs, “Never get tired of hearin’ you lose it for me. Loud as you want, love. Always.”
He pulls you close, your chest still heaving, voice hoarse from how freely you let go, and for once the world feels perfectly loud in all the right ways.
SIMON RILEY
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SERIES
Simon | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Original Character ✎📓 ❦
⤷ As a behavioral analyst, Gracie Fort’s job is to read minds. Not fall for one. Joining Task Force 141 to dig up a demon from Ghost’s past proves more difficult when the masked man she needs answers from, won't even let her say his name.
[enemies to lovers] [porn with plot] [hurt/comfort] [found family] [there was only one bed] [dark romance] [ghost is a kiss virgin] [slowburn] [tension] [tortured simon riley] [military violence]
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Levelheaded | Simon "Ghost" Riley x reporter!female!Reader
⤷ You've landed an exclusive interview with Simon Riley. But due to his frankly unfair height, you have to get creative...
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⤷ overprotective
⤷ simon at the strip club
⤷ GUNPOINT - part 1 | part 2 | part 3
⤷ guard dog
⤷ just a little blood
⤷ body tea
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Simon Riley on Vacation with his princess.
cw: age gap(reader mid 20s, Simon 40+)
wc: 776
my first piece of writing pls be nice :)
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Simon would do anything you ask him to do. Want the expensive Necklace? He’ll buy it for you. Want to go away on vacation to Hawaii? He’ll take an emergency leave to go with you.
You look to your left and see Simon staring at you, admiring the way your skin glows in the presence of the sun from the plane window. “I love you so much lovie” he says softly as he moves in to kiss your cheek. You lean into him closer as the flight attendant announces on the intercom,“please make sure all seatbelts are on as we begin our landing”.
After a 15 hour travel day you’ve made it, welcomed by the warm sun and the fresh air. Simon takes care of all the little things so that pretty brain of yours doesn’t have to think one bit.
As you make your way to the hotel rooms you trail behind Simon as his strong and muscular arms carry both your suitcases, yours weighing much more than his. Our room unlocks with a nice “beep” and you walk into a room with a beachfront view.
“what d’you think princess?” “I love it”. You both finally lay onto the bed, sighing in relaxation. He turns over to look at you, to see you already admiring him.
“Come ere” as he says pulling in closer for a kiss. But he doesn’t stop. Somehow his exhaustion turns into passion. He climbs on top of you as he so quickly begins to kiss your cheek, nose, and neck so desperately as if he’s never taken you before. You cant help but laugh and giggle as you ask; “simon what has gotten into you” he abruptly stops and says “what? cant I just adore you darling?” he says almost breathless. He continues to indulge himself with you. As he slowly makes his way down your stomach and takes off your pants just to see your pretty white lace panties.
He pulls them to the side to get a taste of your soaking cunt. Simon glances up at your pretty face with his tongue deep inside you. You cant control yourself and begin making these soft whimpers not wanting to bother any of the other guests. Simon notices and slides in 2 fingers as he continues to lick your clit as 2 thick digits slide in and out. You yelp in pleasure “Y’like that baby” His voice low and muffled. You feel every inch of his fingers pressing inside the right stop every time, making your eyes roll back. “Are you going to come for me doll” He says as he quickens his pace “mhm” You whine as it’s the only thing you can manage to say right now. “I wanna hear you say it doll, tell me that your going to come for me”
“Yes — i’m going to come for you” You whine as your shaking and your knees begin to give in, bucking. He feel his fingers come out and in come his thick cock leaking with pre-cum. “Good cause you’re gonna come on this cock” You yelp out of pain and pleasure not expecting to feel his cock. He thrusts manically in you with his tip slamming inside your slick walls. “You’re gonna come until I tell you to okay princess? We’re gonna come together okay” He says growling
“okay” you whisper, barley holding it together with tears streaming down your face and squirming each time he slams into you. ”simon…” “I know baby. I know but yer gonna keep taking it like a good girl, right”
The room becomes louder with his groans and your whines and the sound of skin slapping against each other with the occasional splash of the tides. “simon im gonna come… I’cant anymore” you whisper “Okay baby, go ahead, come on my cock”
The orgasm rips inside you while your mind goes blank cock drunk. But he doesnt stop. He doesnt stop hammering his cock inside you while you come. You cant help but yell and whine. “Yer going to take my come like a good girl okay? — im going to fill that pretty tight cunt of yers.
His cum shoots inside you and as he slowly pulls out of you his come leaks out of you. He looks up at you to see your mascara ruined and tears still swelling in your eyes.
He wipes them off your face gently giving you kiss on your forehead. “Thank you princess, you were so good for me” Still cockdrunk all you can do is say thank you. Simon lies next to you, cuddling you until you fall asleep in his arms.
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𝜗ৎ Simon being a secretly disgusting perv
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You always considered simon as a reserved man, he never spoke much unless he was on the field, reporting or being sarcastic. Even when you started going out with him, he barely spoke except for when necessary but that didn't really matter because he always made it up in his actions. Hugging you when you needed it, bringing you your favourite drink when you were on your period, listening to juicy gossip you bought back and letting you scream at him when you were stressed but he never took it to heart since he knew it was the frustration talking through you.
You didn't really expect simon to be this gentle and kind with you, he always seemed like a bit of a brute to you considering his huge body but you were proved wrong and one thing you also didn't expect was how... reserved he was even in bed.
You had expected that the man would have some kind of deep kinks like breeding you full, talking dirty to you and yada yada but he was so quiet even in the bedroom. A huge muscle of mass and not a expressive bone in his body but if you were lucky you would hear him grunt when he was deep in you and if he was slightly drunk, which also if you were lucky because this motherfucker has a high tolerance, he would end up sweet talking you while he fucked you stupid in ungodly hours till the sun didn't rise and that was a thing about him, simon never left you unsatisfied... Physically atleast. He would go at it for hours on end but only ever having you on your back, your legs pushed up to your ear as he pounded his cock into you.
But only one question lingered in your mind, "is this man hiding his depraved thoughts? Because no way a man this huge and sexy doesn't have his kinks."
You had come home early than scheduled one day and found him crouched over the laundry basket with a pair of your dirty cotton panties clutched in his hands as he examined them intensely, like they were a threat to his sanity a threat to his sanity. He had a glint in his eyes as his fat thumb rubbed over the middle spot of your panties where some discharge had ruined the old pair. He gathered the sticky, thick liquid-gooey stuff right on his thumb as he stared, mesmerized before putting it into his mouth. That made you gasp quietly as your eyes widened and your brows furrowed but you kept looking, knowing this was a bit disgusting but you really wanted to know what he did next.
Simon's eyes closed as his body visibly relaxed while he savoured the weird taste and unfamiliar consistency of your discharge. He breathed out softly, seemingly enjoying it as if that was some sweet dessert and honestly, to him? Anything that came from you was a dessert. And if you would ever let him, he would probably even be down to try and taste your period blood but that was something he could never tell you, he had a reputation jeez! he was the mature boyfriend in your eyes, the one who wasn't a pervert but just a missionary man with minimal kinks.
But standing there watching him you realised that there were definitely things he did that were very... disgustingly pervy.
You watched as he slowly put the ruined pair of lace over his broken nose, taking a deep breath as he inhaled your scent — your musky, filthy smell — the smell that only your cunt gives off, his cunt really. The occasional pretty patch of hair leading down to the sweet sweet nub that was just so perfectly sensitive and all for him to revel in. the pearl twitched and swelled under just the slightest graze of his rough fingers or just a dull thawp! of his angry red tip smacking right down on the bundle of nerves.
Simon loved every part of you, your sweet mind, your pretty face, those gorgeous tits, the soft thighs, the amazing stomach and everything else but his favourite part on you was definitely your cunt. He had spent hours on end buried between your plush thighs, eating his cunt out messily until you were trembling and crying from the overstimulation. He loved eating you out and having the tip of his nose bump into your clit and when he had you underneath him, sobbing, even his nose on your clit made you spurt out. He also loved spitting on the swollen clit, watching the glob of saliva slush down the curve of your mound, through the soft pussy lips, down to your clenched asshole and finally staining the bed.
He loved watching your sweet cunt glisten with his spit as his thumb rubbed the saliva all over your nub and popped the digit right into your hole to lube it up. "This pussy's covered right in my spit darlin', you like it, hm?"
He loved bullying his tongue in your sweet fluttering hole, letting the thick muscle wriggle mercilessly against your clamped walls as his large hands spread your pussy open all bare to his gaze while he tried to stimulate you through your g-spot. His tongue pressing hard on your spot, the man had unbelievable control over it as he knew just the right techniques to get you close and majority of the time, he would let you cum but the times he didn't? He pulled out his tongue right as he felt your walls pulsing around his tongue, breathing heavily as he pushed in two of his thick fingers.
Those thick meaty fingers that fit just deep enough to torture that goeey spot, curling it up to let you feel his uncut nails graze the warm channel, moving his fingers in such a way that it was as if he was trying to scratch an itch, but ofcourse he made sure that his nails, even uncut, were the cleanest for his love. He sometimes fingered you to the point where you had cum multiple times and could feel the thick veins on his fingers press urgently inside your clammy walls. Whenever simon finger-fucked you for hours on end, his hand never really cramped up or even if it did, he never showed it.
The look on his face always watched your expression carefully, learning new things that made your eyes roll back, teeth clench, moan loudly and squeeze around him, he wanted to make sure you always got the utmost pleasure that you truly deserved. It made him happy knowing that you got off of his scarred old body even though he would never be able to fully comprehend it. But it was times like these when he discreetly could be the disgusting pervert he really was, sniffing your dirty old panties while you were out or in one of your "everything shower".
The soft lace felt so stupidly sexy on his large scarred hand while he clicked a mental image before spreading the fabric over his face, letting it mold to his face while his other hand hurriedly slipped into his sweatpants, his knees hitting the ground as he pushed the elastic down to let his fat cock out, the thick muscle springing free.
His tip was already leaking, the beautiful mushroom shaped head a flushed red colour contrasted with the milky liquid studded on his slit like a pearl. His breath hitched as he thumb swiped off the beautiful jewel of liquid, rubbing it over the red tip to make it glossy before his hand gripped the base of his cock, giving it a rough tug. Simon's hands had already gotten sweaty in the spur of the moment, truth be told, he wanted you to catch him like this — knelt by the laundry basket, sniffing your dirty panties while he jerked himself off.
he didn't really need his spit to help jerk himself off, he was already on the edge from thinking about you and was leaking enough precum to use as lube and just the thought that the fabric on his face was the same thing that clung to your pussy just hours ago, drove him over the edge. But he couldn't let his precious cum go to waste, so simon pulled off the cloth from his mouth, his face already missing the feel of it, and wrapped it around his cock, tugging the base a few more times before he came with a low groan. The fabric tainted with his seed as he immediately examined the soiled panties, the pretty lace ruined with the liquid, his liquid but he didn't really care, it was gonna get washed anyway.
He watched as some of your discharge mixed right up with his cum and he couldn't help but rub both of them together with his thumb like a child doing a experiment with shampoo and conditioner. Simon scooped up the mixed dirt on his thumb, his mouth opening up as he groaned at the sweet and sour taste, "oh fuck"
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