#iNs Simon ��Ghost” Riley 💀

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mafia!ghost comes strolling into his office, expecting you to be standing at his desk unloading your case of firearms, only to be horrifically mistaken when you kick the back of his knee and force him to kneel.

before ghost can even blink, you have your arm locked around his throat in a headlock and the muzzle of a gun pressed against his temple—and he swears he’s never been harder in his fucking life.

“that was cute. y’ get it all outta yer system, birdie?”

“i will once i pull this fuckin’ trigger”

“make sure the safety’s off”

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the way this just oozes king!simon x forced marriage!rebel!reader

BURNING KINGDOMS

𝜗𝜚 pairing: king!simon x forced marriage!rebel!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: dark themes (kidnapping, forced weddings—minors DNI), possessive!simon, mentions of executions, dark!knight!141 incoming

like everyone on simon’s court tried to warn him of your behavior. you were a known dissenter of the monarchy, hellbent setting fire to his castle and watching it smolder to ashes and dust. you didn’t bother to hide your distaste for the royal family—which is exactly why simon wanted you.

why else would he pay off your poor farmer parents with a ridiculous amount of gold coins and promises of a nice homestead on palace land? why else would he have his knights storm into your family cottage one night, dragging you kicking and screaming all the way back to his castle? why else did he have your secret lover executed, crafting up an elaborate letter that said lover sent to you explaining that they “just needed to get away from it all” and that they would “come back for you soon.”

but king!simon knew they weren’t coming back. it's okay though, he’s more than willing to fill their place.

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"I am the rightful King and you will obey me."

"Rightful? Your throne rests upon a mountain of corpses. I'd sooner join them than bow to you."

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I have a little thought, virgin!reader getting her first hickey from Simon?👀 🫶

PRETTY BRUISES

𝜗𝜚 the one where simon gives you your first ever hickey

𝜗𝜚 pairing: simon "ghost" riley x virgin!gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: soft smut (minors—DNI), slight!dom!simon, biting, hickeys, slight dumbification? (if you squint hard enough)

the thought of being spread out across simon’s lap, one of his massive hands gripping at your hip and the other tilting your head up and to the side for him.

“still doin’ okay?” simon purrs softly as he trails his aquiline nose down the side of your throat, eyes fluttering closed at the way your scent hits him. the urge to rock his hips up, to grind his fattening cock up against your barely clothed cunt is maddening, near driving simon up the wall.

but he knows to take things slow. he doesn’t wanna scare you off, doesn’t want you fleeing too quickly—at least not until he sinks his canines into you.

you offer him a broken whine in response, fingers fisting at the fabric of the black henley hanging off of his muscled torso as a shuddered breath leaves your lungs. you’re sure you’ve never been this on edge, never felt like one sudden movement and you’d melt through the floorboards like ice cream in the sun, never felt so hot, so desperate.

“jus’ relax fer me, baby,” simon breathes softly against your throat before pressing soft kisses down its column, fingers trailing up your sides and dragging your body closer. “promise it won’t hurt—might leave a little bruise, but s’okay, yeah?”

and you find yourself nodding dumbly, nails scratching and pawing uselessly at the base of simon’s neck in an attempt to make him move faster, to make his teeth dig into your flesh quicker, to somehow will his cock out of his boxers and make him fit it all inside of you in one go. but all it does is make his jaw unhinge the slightest amount to suck part of your neck between his teeth slightly, groaning softly as he nibbled at the sucked flesh.

simon doesn’t expect the lewd noise that falls brokenly from your mouth, doesn’t expect the way your body is already nearly boneless in his lap, but it makes him chuckle softly against your throat nonetheless. his thumbs press gentle circles against your hips as he pulls his lips away with an audible and wet pop.

“see? wasn’t bad, was it? ‘nd you already have a pretty little red mark showin’ up. y’gonna let me add some more? yeah, ‘course you are. come ‘ere, then—i’ll even let ya grind against my fingers while i do it.”

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since this drabble i made has over 5k reblogs o_O, i figured it was time to bring back dad!simon

because please just imagine waking up in the middle of the night to simon just staring at the baby monitor you keep on the night stand, one hand resting at the back of his head against the pillow and the other balancing the baby monitor on the soft muscles of his abdomen. his lids are drooping with exhaustion as his tired eyes flit across the screen where your now one year old is stretched out, simon’s frosty lashes fluttering between heavy blinks and his lips stretched into a drowsy smile.

or how one day you walk into your child’s room to see simon sorting through their clothes with a slight wobble in his lip, so subtle that you only pick up when his eyes meet yours. “lil bug’s got so bloody big now. look’it—none of these fit’em anymore,” he huffs out quietly, a sigh leaving his lips as his hand gestures to the rather large pile of clothes that you’d need to either take up to the attic or donate. what you don’t know is that every bag you give simon to donate he just ends up stuffing in the attic instead because the thought of throwing out his bug’s clothes breaks his heart )):

and please imagine simon and the other guys trying to teach bug how to walk, simon crouched down in the middle of your living room as johnny holds the squirming baby up under their arms. “y’ready for’em, simon? reckon bug’s ready—won’t stop tryin’ to kick me off” “jus’ let’em go slowly, ‘kay johnny? don’t wan’em gettin’ hurt or anything” while kyle is crouched at just the right angle to catch the moment on camera. price is in the corner with you, equally as teary-eyed as you are when bug finally takes their first (albeit wobbly) step

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i’m back on my owner!ghost bullshit!!

𝜗𝜚 cw: slight smut (minors—DNI), pet play, owner!ghost, aftercare, collar/collaring, subspace, unedited

but instead of rough and tough owner!ghost, it’s after a particularly draining scene for you, and owner!ghost is all soft touches and gentle hands. he’s letting your tear-stained and red cheek rest against his sweat-slick thigh as his fingers begin gently undoing the tethers of your metal play collar.

“shh, shh—s’alright, pup. gonna put the soft one back on,” ghost murmurs soothingly when you start squirming in his hold, a slurred whine leaving your mouth as you try and prevent him from taking the play collar off. because in your still delirious and staticky brain, you see it as a sign of him untethering you from him forever.

his calloused fingertips are soothing the reddened skin beneath the metal before tying the soft silk collar you always wear back around your throat, making sure the small metal tag simply etched with a cursive ‘g’ isn’t resting on your irritated skin.

owner!ghost after a scene is lathering your sore body in shea butter, letting you remain a boneless, floaty mess in the ruined sheets as he tries to ease the aches before you come back down to earth.

it isn’t until your entire body is smooth as silk and the stars behind your eyelashes have dimmed to mere glimmers that he’s pulling you to sit up in his lap, head slumped into the curve of his muscled chest and his fingers carding through your tangled hair.

“where’s my baby, hm?” he hums affectionately under his breath as his crooked nose prods against your sticky temple, scarred lips trailing feathery kisses along your hairline amidst your slow decent from your submissive headspace. when he notices you peeking up at him from beneath your lashes still frosted with unshed tears (from the umpteenth orgasm he’d given you for the night), his lips curve into his typical crooked grin.

“there you are—there’s my good pup.”

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youve inspired me to write a fic for ghost.....its gonna be about finger suckin..... i just think hed have some handsome hands

ghost with oral fixation!reader…🤤

i also cannot wait for your fic (you should totally tag me anon)

NICE HANDS

𝜗𝜚 pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), finger sucking, dumbification, oral fixation

because he like wouldn’t really get it at first. he didn’t realize his hands were even considered attractive until you come around, heated cheeks and doe eyes unable to pull away from the way tattoo ink and veins branch up from the bottom of his wrist.

ghost still didn’t really get it until he got you folded up with your knees to your chest one night, one of his hands moving from its bruising place on your thigh to push your cheeks into a lewd pout.

“the lights even on in there?” he chuckled hoarsely under his breath as he shakes your head back and forth a bit, watching your glossy eyes struggling to focus on his with his uncut tip hammering a home against your cervix. “don’t tell me yer that cockdrunk right now, pet.”

you could only offer ghost up the most pathetic sounding mewl, your head tipping to the side just right for your mouth to seek out his thick thumb and immediately wrap your lips around it.

and it was then, with your tongue lapping stupidly at his thumb and your cunt fluttering around his thick cock as you came for the third time, that ghost understood your oral fixation. he doesn’t think he’s ever cum that hard from sex ever.

after that night, ghost puts his fingers in your mouth whenever he wants to. he’s hooking his fingers into both cheeks as he fucks you from behind. he’s gagging you with the ringed fingers on his left hand while his other scissors your gummy walls open. he’s using his fingers to shut you up as he fucks you in the bar bathroom, making sure you reach the second knuckle in order to silence the pathetic noises leaving your mouth.

but ghost is also gingerly swiping away the stray lip gloss that is swiped beneath your bottom lip. he’s wiping off the coffee foam that collects on your top lip before holding out his thumb for you, letting you kitten lick it off as you giggle warmly. he’s letting you keep sucking on his fingers after a particularly draining scene, knowing the action soothes you out of subspace.

ghost didn’t think about it before, but he really has you caged between his fingers—quite literally.

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what if i made an au for older!divorced!biker!ghost who all but gave up on ever dating again and put all his time/effort into building his gang and clubhouse to astronomical levels, hooking up with person after person without ever looking back…

…only for a pretty little thing like you to come stumbling into his bar one night, job application in hand and big doe eyes fluttering around the dimly lit space. he’d watch from the dark corner of the bar as you shyly spoke to soap (his right-hand man), stumbling over your words as you explained that you’d heard there was a job opening for a bartender and that you were in between jobs.

simon would be halfway through pushing himself off the wall to throw you out himself when he heard soap enthusiastically take your job application, promising you he’d get this to the boss and have an answer for you by tomorrow.

and his simmering anger would slowly bleed out into a hot lust as he watches the way your hips sway back and forth while you saunter out of the bar.

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listen—my brain had a thought, and I had to bring it to life🤷‍♀️ i kinda wanna make this into a text!au... (or maybe just it's own au)

SWIPE RIGHT

𝜗𝜚 the one where you swipe right a man almost 10 years older than you

𝜗𝜚 pairing: hookup!simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: very bare bones smut (minors—DNI), age gap (reader is in early/mid 20s; simon is in mid 30s), gentle and casual sex, possessiveness (if you squint), some aftercare, some feelings caught, slightly nervous!simon

you would meet hookup!simon on a random wednesday night, mindlessly thumbing through dating apps while draining a bottle of wine by yourself. it wasn't your fault that you were bored, pent up, and fresh out of a long-term (and rather toxic) relationship. you didn't even remember how you ended up setting your age range to 30s.

hookup!simon would have like three pictures maximum—one of his rugged face, one of his toned muscles in the gym mirror, and the last one of him and his german shepard puppy. he wouldn't even have a bio, just his name, age, and that he was looking for something short-term.

hookup!simon would be surprised when you match back with him, eyes bulging out of his skull as the notification blinked across his screen. he fully expected to never see your pretty little face ever again—but there you were, sitting innocently in his messages and begging him to tell you his dog's name.

the first time you meet hookup!simon in person, he's all shaky hands and sweaty palms—despite the fact that you're sprawled out naked across his mattress not long after he led you up to his apartment—muttering a breathless “i don’t do this often” under his breath as his calloused fingers crawl down your thighs.

hookup!simon would be so juxtaposedly gentle, soft caresses and breathless kisses smeared against your skin as he gently sinks his leaking cock into your prepped hole. his harsh and rough exterior doesn’t match the way he treats you like porcelain, careful not to break you in two as he split you open on his length.

you didn’t expect the way hookup!simon treated you after—turning on the shower and letting it get warm enough for you to slink into, putting your sticky underwear and pants into the laundry while you showered, making sure a cold glass of water was on the bedside table before you lumber back into the bedroom.

hookup!simon would offer to drive you home once you were out of the shower and your clothes were dry, insisting that you didn’t have to stay if you didn’t want to (but he really wouldn’t mind if you did). his eyes nearly pop out of his skull when you say you wouldn’t mind spending the night.

spending the night leads to you and hookup!simon talking for hours, your body sandwiched between his and his german shepard puppy (“his name’s riley—i know, s'not very original”) as you both ramble on about your incredibly different lives.

hookup!simon only takes you home after fucking you into his king-sized mattress one more time, intentionally (and rather possessively) littering your chest with hickeys and imprints of his crooked teeth in hopes of driving away your other hookups.

hookup!simon almost forgets about you and the night you both shared as two weeks (and another deployment) pass. it isn’t until he comes back to his flat and gets a random tinder notification, seeing your name illuminating his phone, that he becomes enamored all over again.

bonus: hookup!simon has a thing for being the best fuck you’ve ever had—the ego boost he gets from hearing you talk about how well he fucked you and how much you missed it >>>

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

(orange indicates works that include content that is not suitable for minors. minors should not interact with these works—these works are intended for individuals 18+)

[ ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSES ]

bodyguard!ghost ⤷ party like a rockstar ⤷ sunscreen and stolen glances ⤷ crybaby ⤷ pure filth ⤷ anything but routine ⤷ club hopper demon!ghost ⤷ broken dove ⤷ captive dove ⤷ savior ⤷ enrichment time ⤷ feverish ⤷ starved ⤷ playlist ⤷ time apart ⤷ affections old divorced biker!ghost ⤷ biker bars ⤷ qualified vampire!ghoap ⤷ spawn and his lord ⤷ coming for you dad!simon ⤷ newborn days ⤷ first steps and old clothes mafia!simon ⤷ assassins ⤷ first attempt owner!ghost ⤷ no more tears

[ DRABBLES ]

canon ⤷ one body, two sides ⤷ more than just a body ⤷ wake-up sex ⤷ wake-up sex (pt. 2) ⤷ tantrums ⤷ i know what you're doing ⤷ spark up ⤷ swipe right ⤷ barrack showers ⤷ listen to your pussy her ⤷ nice hands ⤷ rope bunny non-canon ⤷ dbf!ghost ⤷ payment options (dilf!ghost) ⤷ chalk and trainers (gymnast!ghoap) ⤷ burning kingdoms (king!simon)

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after the day i’ve had, i’m thinking about owner!ghost just taking care of me)):

NO MORE TEARS

𝜗𝜚 the one where you have a bad day and owner!ghost is more than happy to take care of you

𝜗𝜚 pairing: owner!ghost x puppy!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: no explicit smut but allusions to smut themes (so minors—DNI). obvious dom/sub dynamics, pet play, mentions of collars, subspace in play but not explicitly mentioned, sweet!owner!ghost, very self-indulgent work, unedited as usual

owner!ghost knows as soon as you fumble your way through the front door of your shared flat that you’d had a bad day. he can see it all over your face—the way your eyebrows are furrowed and pinched in the middle of your forehead, how the corners of your lips are tugged down, posture slumped and eyes blinking sleepily over at him.

his hands are on you as soon as he crosses the living room to meet you at the door, pushing loose strands of hair away from your face and letting his thumbs sweep gently across the planes of your cheeks. “there’s my pretty girl—y’ alright? did’ya ‘ave a bad day, baby?”

and ghost lets you get it all out of your system, listening to you rant and rave all the while running his hands up and down your arms in a soothing attempt to quell the rising tide of emotions inside of you. as the tears begin welling in your lash line, his thumb reaches up to brush gently against the necklace you always wear around your neck.

to the outside world, it looks like a simple piece of jewelry, small gold rectangular links (or silver links, depending on your metal preference) looped infinitely around your neck with no clasp. forever locked around your throat—well, at least until ghost decides it's time for you to get a new one, then he's got you kneeling between his thighs and gently snipping the necklace from your throat just to weld another one on the very next day.

the slight brush against the necklace is enough to have a hiccuping sob rip from your chest, lurching forward instinctively and burying your face into the soft wool covering ghost's chest.

"shhh, shhh—s' alright, baby. no more tears, hmm? you're 'ome now," and owner!ghost is immediately sweeping you up in his arms, one hand secured beneath your bum and the other buried in your trestles of hair. “lemme take care of ya, yeah? make it all go away?”

words seem to escape you now, the stress and panic and dread from the day melting away from you as soon as you’re wrapped up in ghost’s arms. an almost pitiful whimper leaves your mouth in response, sounding almost unhuman as it exits your lips and melts into the air around you.

but it doesn’t deter owner!ghost or make him worried—no, he’s become quite acquainted with that kind of noise.

“s’fine, pup. y’ know ‘ow to ask me,” ghost murmurs softly into your ear as he slowly begins moving the two of you down the hallway towards your bedroom. there’s a soft curl of his lips when he feels the way you nose at his jaw twice, a signal he was all but extremely aware of. and once owner!ghost enters the bedroom, he’s setting you down onto the floor, careful not to bruise your knees as he helps you into a kneeling position before him.

ghost cradles your face in the palm of one of his large hands, thumb catching the stray tears dripping down your cheeks as a gentle smile stretches his lips at the way your teary eyes stare up at him adoringly. he can see the imaginary tail between your legs wagging slightly, hesitant to get too excited before being given permission.

“you’re absolutely sure, baby? more than ‘appy to just talk everythin' out while we have a cuddle,” ghost asks one last time, eyebrow quirked and expression as serious as his tone of voice. he always did one last check, one last verification that this is what you needed in that moment. and the second your chin dips down in a firm nod and the word ‘yes’ slips from your tongue, owner!ghost is slotting his lips against yours in a possessive and slightly messy kiss, keeping a firm grip on your cheeks to push your lips into a pout. once he pulls away and leaves you feeling dizzy, he pats your cheek firmly, gesturing to the end of the bed.

“be a good dog ‘nd find yer collar for me, then.”

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Alright...hear me out. Ghost with a fem!reader that wakes him up with a blow job, and he later returns the favor by waking her up by either eating her out or very gently fucking her awake. I am a FERAL for consenting somno.

this, THIS is what i needed to write about😌

WAKE-UP SEX

𝜗𝜚 the one where you wake simon up with a surprise and he returns the favor

𝜗𝜚 pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), consensual somnophilia (m! and f!receiving), oral (m!receiving, mentions of f!receiving), slight dirty talk? (basically just simon having a way with words), not proofread 𝜗𝜚 note: pt. 2 can be found here ⤳ link

you wouldn’t even know how this whole thing started with simon. you would both probably be a bit tipsy, trying to celebrate his most recent mission with a few sips (an entire bottle) of wine at home.

you would be sitting in simon’s lap, thighs hooked on either side of his hips and leaning back against the hands he was running along your spine. you weren’t even sure you heard him right at first, which made your eyebrows furrow a bit as you met his gaze.

“you want me to what?”

simon rarely got sheepish or embarrassed, but when it came to sex, he was typically a bit more reserved.

“c’mon…don’t make me say it again, sweetheart. that’s fuckin’ cruel to do to a man.” he joked quietly, the touch of his hands on your back becoming a bit firmer as he pulled you closer. “just wanted to give you somethin’ to think about, lovie. i think it’d be bloody sexy to wake up with my cock halfway down your throat."

simon never mentioned it again. but you remembered, letting the idea hang in the back of your mind for weeks. the more you thought about it, the more it excited you. so when you woke up early one morning with simon still fast asleep next you, you knew that it was the perfect time.

you slowly slipped down the bed, nestling yourself under the blankets and between simon's slightly opened thighs. you gently tugged down the hem of his briefs until you could fish his semi-hard cock from its confines, unable to hold back the soft hum that fell from your lips as you felt its heaviness in your palm.

it didn’t even matter that the blanket over your head concealed simon’s peaceful face—all you could focus on was licking a long stripe along the underside of his cock, tongue flicking against the soft pink tip and fingers squeezing along the base. the heady taste of simon bled out on your tongue, making your eyes slowly flutter closed as you closed your lips around him and gave him a gentle suck.

simon’s legs twitched at the sudden stimulation, his brain slow to catch up and stir out of his tired stupor. “mmm…what’re you—oh christ.” his hand found the back of your head beneath the blanket, his other making quick work to push the fabric away from your face and letting his eyes feast on the sight in front of him. “jesus, sweetheart. m’not—fuck, not gonna last long with your throat squeezin’ me like that.”

simon was still half-asleep, his movements slow and sluggish as he shifted further up on the pillows to get a better look at you sucking him off. one hand remained on the back of your head, not as a guide but simply to touch you, the other resting along your opened jaw and fingers brushing at the corner of your stretched lips. he was right—he didn’t last long. it took only a few more languid dips of simon’s cock into the back of your throat before he spilled his cum into your eager mouth with a soft hiss and whimper of your name.

what you didn’t expect to happen after that morning was for simon to return the favor.

you had fallen asleep on the couch one afternoon, legs splayed open and head nestled against the armrest as you slept. it was a blazing afternoon, one so hot that you were only wearing a pair of silk shorts and a tank top—all of which exposed too much and not enough all at once.

simon was walking through the door, arms loaded with his bag of gear and dirty laundry he’d collected while away at base. his eyes caught on your figure immediately, and it took everything in him not to drop the items in his grip. you looked so peaceful as you slept, but simon couldn’t care less about that.

once he had placed this things into a neat pile by the door, simon made his way over to the living room and sunk down on his knees in front of your sleeping form. he didn’t even bother pulling your shorts off of your hips, afraid the movement would stir you from sleep too quickly—so he settled for pressing heated kisses directly along your clothed core, a soft groan leaking from his lips as one arm curled around the thigh propped up against the back of the couch and tugged you closer to his waiting mouth.

a smirk flitted on simon’s lips as your sleeping body reacted perfectly to him, your legs falling open a bit more as you shifted your hips up in your sleep. he continued pressing those kisses along your covered slit until a breathy whine fell from your mouth. he peeked one eye up to notice your tired eyes fluttering open, a soft ‘what’re you doing, si?’ falling from you in a panted breath.

“remember last week? woke up cummin’ down that pretty little throat of yours.” simon mumbled into the heated skin of your thigh as he sunk his teeth into your flesh, pulling away with a lewd pop. his hand dragged up your body, palm pushing against your balmy skin from the top of your cunt until his fingers were splayed on your sternum. “just returnin’ the favor, sweetheart. relax f’me, baby—yeah, that’s it. go back to sleep and let my tongue do all the work, m’kay?”

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i have this headcanon where although they’re one body, ghost and simon are completely different when they fuck you.

ONE BODY, TWO SIDES

𝜗𝜚 pairing: simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), soft dom!simon, hard!dom ghost, switch!simon (kinda oops)

simon would take his time, lavishing his tongue across every bit of exposed skin on your body while he hummed soft praises.

“look at you, sweetheart. all this f’me? fuckin’ hell, m’honored. shhh, shhh, m’not hurrying up. let me take my time with this body, yeah? sit pretty f’me and enjoy it.”

ghost, however, would be anything but patient. he wouldn’t even bother undressing you or himself completely, leaving the mask covering his mouth and scoffing at your annoyed words.

“aye—m’not kissin’ you. mask stays on, yeah? now shut the fuck up and let me take what i need. no, m’not taking ‘em all the way off. i don’t need them all the way off to fuck my cock into you—down on your thighs is good enough.”

simon would be such switch, but especially right before he cums. he definitely whimpers (i will take no questions on this).

“f-fuck—m’close, m’so. fucking. close. no, no, no—don’t make me…don’t make me hold it. baby, please. i can’t—oh fuck, I can’t hold it…”

ghost, on the other hand, is typically the exact opposite. he’s a hard dom/top who growls and snarls in your ear (slightly muffled beneath the mask).

“stop squirmin’. take what i’m fuckin’ giving you. fuck—yeah, that’s it. don’t sound so tough now, d’ya? where’s all that sass from earlier? just needed me to roughen you up a bit and put you back in your place, hmm?”

simon would call you every sweet pet name in the book: sweetheart/sweetpea, darling, pretty thing, baby/babe, angel, dove.

ghost would call you every filthy name he could think of on the spot: pet, slut, whore, a bitch in heat, brainless thing.

it's crazy what a difference a mask and some tactical gear could do to a man.

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enjoy more older!divorced!biker!ghost (also send me thoughts/requests about him... ;-;)

QUALIFIED

𝜗𝜚 the one where odb!ghost is forced to give you a job interview (and hates how qualified you are for the job)

𝜗𝜚 pairing: older!divorced!biker!ghost x reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: slight smut at the end (minors—DNI), simon not knowing how he feels, slight mean!ghost, slight perv!ghost

(context: odb stands for "older!divorced!biker")

odb!ghost being forced to interview you (thanks to an almost too enthusiastic soap), absolutely steaming as he sits in the office that's nestled in the back of the bar and thumbs through your resumé absentmindedly. he hates just how qualified you are for the bartending job, how many references you have listed, how pretty your signature looks signed at the bottom of your cover letter, how sweet your smile looks in the photo you have tacked to the top.

he hates how early you come in for your interview, dressed up in an iron-pressed blazer with your hair pulled up and away from your big eyes. he hates the way you reach your much smaller hand out to shake his, hates the way your lotioned skin feels almost velvety against his calloused palm. he hates the way you ask him how his day has been so far in the prettiest lilting voice, hates the way his voice catches in his throat when he offers you the gruffest "s'been fine—have a seat f'me" in existence.

he does love the way you squirm in your seat when your eyes meet his for longer than a second or two. he loves the way you nervously twist at the button of your blazer every time you answer one of his questions (almost perfectly, mind you). he loves the way you roll your shoulders back and puff your chest out a bit more when he tries to undermine your abilities. he loves the way you snap back at him when he teases you a bit too much, loves the way the tips of your ears grow hot and your hands clench tightly into fists.

odb!ghost still can't decide how he feels about you even as you're shaking his hand once more, noting to him that your phone number is in your resumé should he have any questions for you. he still can't decide even when he watches your hips sway as you walk towards the exit of his office door.

the only time odb!ghost decides how he feels is after he's done fucking his cock up into his calloused and scarred fist, throwing your resumé photo somewhere off the edge of the bed and letting his head rest back against his pillows as he blinks up at the ceiling. as he catches his breath, he searches his mattress for the phone he discarded soon after he got home, fingers uncharacteristically trembling as he punches in your phone number (that he most definitely didn't memorize) and sends you a message.

Hired. Be there tomorrow at 16:00. Wear something pretty.

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Hey hope your day/night is going well!!

i have a request (if requests are open ofc) - military!y/n and ghost having shower sex in the barracks and ghost has to put his hand over y/n’s mouth to stifle her moans… such a hot concept

i apologize for how old this request is ;-; but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless

BARRACK SHOWERS

𝜗𝜚 pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), shower sex, dumbification, dry humping (technically wet humping?), mentions of cockwarming, implied dom/sub dynamic

the water spitting out from the barrack shower head above your coiled bodies had long run cold, soap suds still swirling around the drain beneath your feet as simon forces your flushed cheek against the chilled tiled wall.

his cock still isn't even buried inside of you yet, instead remaining pressed against the curve of your ass and throbbing needily with each innocent brush against your skin. you can feel the precum dribbling out onto your skin before being washed down the drain with each roll of simon's hips, the movement pulling needy whines from your throat that echo throughout the otherwise empty barrack showers.

"y'gotta be quiet, lovie," simon croons condescendingly as his aquiline nose slips up the frigid skin of your throat, his hand moving up to cover your mouth to stifle your whiny moans and panted breaths. "don't wanna get caught, right? not before i get a taste of this sweet little pussy."

your eyes roll back into your skull as simon's fingers run slovenly through your slick folds, thumbing carelessly at your stiff clit and relishing in the way your moans sounded muffled against his calloused palm. if not for the way simon has you folded against the barrack shower wall, you would've swirled down the drain along with the soap, limbs boneless and mind emptied of any viable thoughts.

your brain only further liquifies as simon's cock finally slides into your cunt with practiced ease, lewd muffled noises falling from your covered mouth with each rough snap of his hips against you. the way simon’s fingers bump under your nostrils doesn’t help, restricting your breathing every so often and

"atta girl, lovie—so fuckin' tight," simon's sweat-slicked forehead lays against the back of your shoulder as his hips shift ever so slightly, angling to rock the tip of his cock against the spongy spot near the roof of your cunt.

the change in angles has your knees buckling beneath you, the only thing keeping you upright being simon's burly body pushing you into the shower wall and his free arm looping tightly around your hips to bounce you back onto his cock.

"why're you tryin' to run, hmm?" simon murmurs between pressing messy kisses to your shoulder, unable to stop himself from sinking his teeth gently into the muscle and forcing another muffled whine from your covered mouth. "thought you wanted to be a good girl—c'mon—take it, baby. you can take it, right?"

you do your best to nod your head despite the iron grip simon has with his calloused palm against your lips, one of your hands moving up to press against the wet tile while your other hand clawed needily at simon's arm.

it's starting to get too much and not enough all at once, the heat building in your gut creating a pressure between your legs as your high builds quickly. simon knows this all to well by the way your cunt begins clenching around his twitching cock, your walls snugly gripping him with each push and pull of his hips.

"barely even started and you’re ’bout to come already?” simon smirks against your wet skin, tightening his arm around your hips to hold you steady as his hips snap into yours deeper, rougher, faster. “don’t fuck you enough, do i? should just keep you around—fuck—let you warm my cock all fuckin’ day.”

simon’s filthy words paired with the way his leaking tip is hammering deliciously into your cervix sends you barreling straight into your high, vision bathing in white sparks and slick body squirming against the shower wall as it crashes over you heavily. your head is still high up in the clouds when you feel simon's orgasm follow close behind, your gummy walls milking his cock for all its worth as his ichor fills you up to the brim.

it takes a couple deep breaths from simon before he's slowly easing you back down to your tiptoes, sliding his softening cock from your still twitching hole and letting out a hitched groan at the feeling of his seed spilling out. you only come back down to earth when the shower spray stops spittling from above you, simon's calloused palm giving your bum a gentle swat as you peer back at him from over your shoulder.

"we should get back to the barracks before soap notices we're gone. if you're good enough, i'll lick y'clean whenever everyone's gone to bed—deal?"

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Hmm thinking about angel reading in a book about the exotic and rare flowers on earth, shoving the page in demon!simon face :

“I want” she frowns a little “please..”

“sure.” He sighs

PLEASE THIS IS THE SWEETEST IDEA???

"you're not even lookin'," you whine softly as you try to shove the book you're reading further onto the one that ghost is reading, nail scraping against the page when you swirl your finger in a circle around the flower. "it's the rarest flower on earth, ghost!"

ghost finally acquiesces when you cover the line of the book he's reading, lifting his coal black eyes up to glance over the image of the flower you're trying to show him. it's frighteningly bright red, almost rose-like in the way it has petals looping round and round of a tight center. its petals are slightly more pointed than a rose's petals, giving it a rougher appearance.

"aye—s'real pretty, angel," ghost nods softly as his eyes skim the top of the book's page, taking in the name of the flower and committing it to memory—middlemist's red camellia. "can i go back to m'book now?"

you pout as you pull your book back into your lap, turning slightly away from ghost and burying your cheek further into the corded sinew of his thick bicep. "fine. go back to your book then."

and you're convinced that ghost seemingly forgets out the flower and your excitement over its beauty until one day when you're lounging on the plush sofa of his living room, feet kicked up over the arm as you quickly skim through the book once more.

you don't even notice ghost standing over you until one of his clawed hands tickles it way up your calf, making you squirm and kick at his forearm. "ghost, stop! y'know i don't like when you—"

but your words fall apart on your tongue when you notice the glass case ghost has balanced on his large palm, eyes widening as you realize what's inside. there's no way that it's—

"got ya that flower you were after," ghost mumbles softly, fighting against the proud smile that's itching its way onto the corner of his lips as he watches you scramble to sit up and take the encased flower excitedly. "could've told me how hard it would be to find it though. had to make a lot of fuckin' deals for it."

link to all my works in the demon!ghost au can be found here

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How does guests and demon!Ghost behave when they come to visit his place and see angel!reader? love your work btw

thank you for the love and request‼️ all the love on the demon!ghost au is making me so happy sjksjksjs

demon!ghost doesn’t have many guests over at his place, mainly because he’s been a recluse for centuries now and only has a handful of other Hell creatures that have been successful at worming their way into his life. the only people ghost has ever had over at his palace are incubus!johnny (a filthy demon who tried to jump ghost’s bones as soon as the fallen angel made his way down to hell; whether johnny was successful or not in his sexual conquest is unknown), the Devil’s right hand man!price (a demon with high status amongst Hell’s population due to his closeness to the Devil herself), and recently fallen!kyle (a young demon still figuring his way around Hell’s circles; has been taken under price’s wing).

when angel is first brought back to ghost’s palace and the demon decides to have his friends over one night, he doesn’t even bother introducing you to his friends, simply acting unbothered and cracking open the bottle of whiskey price brings as a housewarming gift as the other three men peer up at your hanging cage.

“pretty little birdie y’got here, ghost,” price is the first to point out the obvious, casting a narrowed glance at ghost who simply offers a grunt in response before tossing back a swig of alcohol. “does She know ‘bout this?”

ghost knows price means the Devil herself, but he simply pops some of the vertebrae in his neck and shrugs halfheartedly. “dunno, don’t fuckin’ care to.”

the demon only pops up and moves over to the cage when johnny’s trying to worm a thick hand between the bars, smacking the incubus on the back of his thick skull with an open palm. “hands to yer fuckin’ self, johnny. leave the thing alone—yer fuckin’ scarin’ ‘em.”

“aye! y’cannae have a pretty hen like ‘em in a cage and expect me not te try ‘n take a bite,” johnny whined petulantly as he rubs at the back of his neck, fiery eyes narrowed into slits as he lumbers back over to the couch and slumps down against the cushions. “s’like hanging meat from te bloody ceiling.”

kyle is mesmerized, eyeing your wings enviously and resisting the urge to brush a hand down across the broken one. he’s only brought out of his trance when price snaps his fingers, urging him to join the three of them on the couch.

once you’ve been at ghost’s palace for a while and are much more comfortable around him, he’s okay with lowering the cage and having you sit on his lap when the other demons are over, keeping a protective and thick arm wrapped around your tiny body and keeping you close.

and the time the men come around after you and ghost fight, ghost is comfortable letting you roam free, even letting them talk to you and engage with you more than ever. that’s how you end up showing kyle your collection of human relics, gifting him one of your embroidery hoops and some thread, or how you’re bounding after price and asking him an exorbitant amount of questions regarding the Underworld castle and how its run.

the only one demon!ghost really has to keep an eye on is johnny, knowing the incubus can’t resist himself from letting his palms caress your cool skin and weave his claws through your hair. johnny still catches a swat to the back of the head often, stern reprimands of “still my fuckin’ pet, johnny—don’t make me put you in the bloody cage instead.”

link to all my works in the demon!ghost au can be found here