#Slasher!Simon Riley my love

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The brain worms were suddenly very active. Dead dove do not eat. Fucked up gore and slasher! Simon Riley/141. MDNI (obviously)

Cw: gore, blood, manipulation, slasher horror, fingering, masturbation, mutual masturbation? Voyeurism (kinda), Obsession.. dead dove. Again, do not eat.

Quiet reader who just likes to go to her little coffee shop to type away short blurbs on her laptop. Always wearing a soft sweater and some jeans, something comfy, normal. No one would think a cute lil’ thing like her would be so chock full of so many horrible ideas and fantasies. Curiosity and obsession is built into the spongey marrow of her bones. It crawls through her fingertips and drips from her teeth, nothing but viscera behind her eyelids when she flutters her long an’ pretty eyelashes. But she’s so soft ‘n sweet- could never hurt a soul for real (even if it’s all she dreams of, some nights).

So she writes about it.

She drinks her tea (or coffee, if she needs it) and clicks away at her keyboard. Pretty, gelled nails making soft clacks as people come and go all day. If she’s not paying attention to them- they won’t pay attention to her, right? Smiles all pretty when the friends she’s made at the shop clocks out. Flushes and shakes her head whenever a guy tries to ask for her number. The apples of her rounded cheeks blushing red just from the attention. (She makes sure to keep her laptop pointed away from them, of course). She crosses her legs and takes up as little space as possible, all while writing horrible, horrible ways people get cut open. Chased and hunted for sport- organs realigned into a different art piece all together. Fantasies- really. Ways she wishes she could sink her teeth into the same people who’s eyes linger a little too long.

Sometimes, she gets a little too worked up ):

Poor girl, having to close her laptop and drive home while heat creeps up her thighs and makes it impossible to focus. Only to shove those pretty gelled nails as far as they can go up her needy pussy as soon as she gets through her door, thinking about soft trails of red from her clavicles that run down and drip, following the curves and lines of her stomach. Mewling and whining, panting as she rides her own hand like a needy mutt until she cums on her fingers, never satisfied ):

Thus, slasher!Simon comes in. Sees the writing she posts online, nearly salivates as he reads it. Palming his cock through his jeans by the time he reads 2 paragraphs of the way she wants to give people the gift of their own gore. She just wants them to know how they taste, carefully feeding them their own intestine while their tongue goes limp in their mouth, coppery iron left to drip out of the corner of their lips. Even in her fantasies, they never last long enough to enjoy it the way she wants them to ):

So, like the good ol’ boy he is, he finds her. Finds her little coffee shop and just… watches her for a bit. His dick throbbing against the confines of his jeans as he orders a tea and sits in his own booth, pretending to busy himself with his phone. Has to swallow down the urges to grab her and take her home, filthy images of fucking her so hard she cries and bleeds on his cock clouding his mind. She’d take it, of course. Like the good girl she pretends to be for everyone else. Slasher!Simon can see through it. It only turns him on more.

It’s only a matter of time before he’s studying her writing. Dark eyes tracing over it until he’s about to cum in his pants, only to take a break and start again. Memorizing it as if it were scripture… and then recreating it. Leaving pretty scenes from the reader’s lil’ head in real life, a mess of skin and bones and blood that make our poor reader fucking drip. He learns everything he can about her- who she hates, how she takes her coffee, her childhood best friend, the name of her first cat- anything and everything about his new pet (and wife, he quickly decides). Her fantasies deserve to come true, after all, Slasher!Simon thinks. She’s been such a good girl, hmm?

She doesn’t know what to think, not expecting to have caught this kind of attention. She’s scared, fingers trembling ever so slightly as she continues to write away in her laptop at the coffee shop. But.. she never bothers to change her locks, leaving her curtains open just a crack when she rubs her clit sore to the news articles. Toes curling into her sheets and back arching for him to watch. It’s a show meant for him and only him, he knows. Lets himself rub his dick chaffed with his thick, calloused fingers. Spitting on his cock to aide him as he watches her fingers disappear inside of herself. Her laptop open next to her as she moans and writhes about what he did, creaming all over her fingers and giving her pussy a few wet slaps that make her body shake and jump.

Slasher! Simon might just have to show her one day.

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(Y/N), about to take a bath: Damn it. I need soap first.

Ghost: Why do you need Soap to take a bath?

(Y/N): How else am I supposed to get clean? Soap is a necessary element of my baths. 

Ghost: Just wash yourself.

(Y/N): I can’t do that without soap.

Ghost: Bloody Hell. Are you two fucking or something? Why do you need Johnny there? 

(Y/N): What the hell are you. . .? Jesus Christ, Riley, I meant the actual hygiene product. Why would I need MacTavish to take a bath with me?

Ghost: That’s why I was bloody asking. 

Soap: I was down but whatever.

(Y/N): Both of you get out of the God-damn bathroom. 

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Your parents think you need to get married and settle down, so they called in a favour. A big military man of a husband might do you some good just not in the way they think

Warnings: arranged marriage, sort of sugar baby/daddy relationship, misogynist parents, future revenge, mention of hook-ups WC: 986

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You often wondered about the true scope of your family’s stupidity. Sure, there were moments in your childhood where you had the vivid thought that no one could be as ignorant and blatantly idiotic as your parents were but somehow, they had absolutely hit rock bottom of moronic decisions.

“What the fuck do you mean I’m getting married?” Your mother gasped.

“Watch your tone young lady, that is no way to speak to your parents.” She scolded as your father’s expression hardened. There was no question that your parents were ‘traditional’ believing that women were less than their male counterparts in every way but while they had constantly lectured you on those beliefs, they hadn’t gone so far as to inflict them upon you, until now at least. They even helped you and encouraged you through college!

“You’ve been running wild long enough, it’s time for you to do your duty,” you fought the urge to roll your eyes, “We’ve let you chase your silly little dreams but you’re getting older and your clock is ticking.” Your father clicked his tongue and reached for the tumbler of expensive bourbon on the table beside his recliner.

“We’ve picked out a good man!” Your mother chirped from her place on the expensive love seat next to your father, “He’s highly decorated in the military, he can give you a good life.”

“I don’t give a shit about that! I’m not marrying anybody! Period!” You snarled. Anger curled in your gut, turning your tone sour.

Your father’s glass slammed down onto the wood, making your mother flinch. “You will marry him or I will make your life a living hell. I make one call and no one will want to hire you, not even as a fucking garbage collector. You know the connections I have. Suck it up and be a responsible adult for once.” 

——————

“I don’t want a husband.” The man across from you made a sound that you thought might have been a laugh. Simon, as you had learned from your parents, was a Lieutenant in a special ops task force. Never married, no family to speak of and copious amounts of money, your mother had gleefully added as she literally dragged you into the official-looking building where you would be meeting your future spouse.

He was by all means, an intimidating man. Almost 6 and a half feet tall and wearing a stupid balaclava with a skull on it, he looked more fitting being in a slasher movie than in a conference room negotiating marriage stipulations. His bulky, tattooed arms were crossed over his chest, somehow making him seem even bigger to you, as he leaned back in his chair.

“I don’t want a wife.” Your eyebrows furrowed at that. 

“Then why are you here?” 

His massive shoulders rolled back as his head tilted, cracking his neck. “Same as you— orders.” You hummed under your breath and forced your gaze away from his tanned arms and up to his eyes. He was obviously a quiet man but in no way did that intimidate you. He seemed more pissed off at your father who had so rudely guided (shoved) you into the room than he did at you.

You cleared your throat. “I won’t fuck you.” This time, his laugh was more discernible. His broad chest rumbled with the sound.

“‘M not expecting you to, not unless you beg,” you made a face at him but Simon continued, “I get deployed most of the time, I’d just like someone to take care of the house and spend my money.”

“So I would be your sugar baby.” He shrugged.

“If that’s what ya wanna call it. Do what cha want, I don’t care. We just need to show up to official events together.” 

You planted your elbows on the table between you and stared into his brown eyes. Simon didn’t waver. “So you wouldn’t have an issue with me getting a job?”

“None.” He answered quickly.

“Going back to school?”

“I’d happily pay for it.” You raised an eyebrow before a devious smirk crossed your lips.

“Get a lover?” His eyes blazed while he mirrored your position, the swivel chair beneath him groaning with his mass as he leaned forwards, planting his massive palms onto the table.

“I’d like to see you try.” Against your will, heat raced through your body, setting your nerves alight with the thrum of arousal.  Simon’s mask shifted and you imagined that he was smirking at you. 

You tamped down the feeling of wetness between your soft thighs, forcing yourself to remember exactly why you were in this situation in the first place. “You’re a lot different than I was expecting.”

He huffed. “So are you. Thought I was getting stuck with some bratty trust fund baby who’s never even set foot in a thrift store.”

“I thought you were gonna be a crusty old man who wanted me to put out so he could feel better about his broken dick and receding hairline.” Silence settled between you before suddenly, you both broke into peels of laughter, an oppressive weight suddenly lifted from the room. 

You were relieved; Simon seemed at least like a decent human being if nothing else and it appeared that you could continue living your life, although without the occasional hook up here and there. But considering how handsome you presumed your almost husband to be, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“I guess we both got lucky didn’t we?” You wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Or just benefitting from the sheer incompetence of the people that thought this was a good idea.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“So, should we do this then?” You asked. Simon rose from his seat and offered you his hand, which you didn’t hesitate to take. As he pulled you to your feet, he uttered:

“Let’s give ‘em hell.”

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Part 4 - Consequences (To Meeting Kyle For Coffee)

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CW: Under-negotiated kink, impact play (spanking with hand), use of gag, fear play, afab reader, feminine terms used for reader, brief manual penetration

The ride back to your apartment is silent. Eerily silent, because Simon is making so much noise. You can hear him breathing, deep and even. His fingers tap idly on the steering wheel and gearshift. The radio plays something jazzy, a singer who’s voice he likes crooning about being in love. He hums a couple of bars.

“How much trouble am I in?” you whisper, halfway home.

“That depends, luv,” he says. “Why’d you schedule to meet him this morning?”

You bite your lip, consider the consequences of lying. Decide to tell the truth. “You tell me you go to the gym on Tuesdays, but you don’t. You follow me to the park.”

Simon makes an amused sound. “Do I?”

“You make the dogs nervous,” you tell him. “And sometimes the squirrels run up from behind me on the path, if they’re not in a tree already. So… I thought I’d ask to meet him. I thought he wouldn’t say anything if you were right there. And,” you admit. “I thought you’d try to keep me from meeting him, if I told you.”

“So you did it, knowing it was against the rules,” Simon says, serene like a glacier.

“It’s not against the rules,” you point out, crossing your arms over your chest. “You said I have to keep my routine. Tuesdays are my mornings out of the apartment. You said not to do anything reckless, so I met an old friend at a coffee shop. You said not to do anything without your knowledge, and you have been going through my phone and reading my messages since before your last lesson. You knew, Simon Riley, and I haven’t done anything against the rules.”

By the end, your voice is high and frantic and there are tears welling up. You hate it. Hate that he loves your eyes full of tears, so you turn to face out of the window. You’re so tired. Staring down the inevitability of the push-pull of trying to keep control, knowing that the rules don’t really matter if he doesn’t want to play by them, you barely restrain a sob.

“Aw,” Simon drawls, and you can see his smirk in your mind’s eye. “What are those tears? Haven’t even punished you yet.”

When you do make it to the apartment, you’re slow to get out of the car. You dally before entering the building. You hesitate at the bottom of the stairs. You watch Simon watch you think about running. You shouldn’t run, you know, but you turn halfway, look back at the improbable escape route, each time. He tilts his head and gives a rough equivalent of an indulgent coo. You want to punch him in his smug face. You take the first stair.

Simon matches your slow pace, two steps behind and hugging the wall. Even if you didn’t know you were walking to your (hopefully) metaphorical death, it would be a deeply disturbing experience. When you’re not facing him, you almost can’t hear him. The stairs barely creak under his weight. Every now and then, you think you can feel him touch your back, your sleeve. You refuse to play that game with him. The refusal doesn’t make it feel less dangerous.

You stop at your door. Simon gives you a solid nudge toward his.

You’ve only ever been in his apartment once before. Four weeks ago. After the ski-lodge-turned-blood-bath.

Just like the first time, you’re surprised and disturbed by how normal it is. A mirror flip of your unit, the kitchen and living room are bland off white and beige. Simon shuffles you over to the big, brown couch, hand firm between your shoulder blades when your feet don’t want to move.

“Sit,” he says. So you sit. You hate how nice the cushions are. He stares down at you, head cocked, eyes cold, before stalking away into his bedroom.

The last time you were here, shaking and crying, he’d put a cuff around your ankle. You’d been chained to the foot of his bed, an anchor point under the couch, or, bafflingly, his own leg. The cuffs had been thick leather, with a very soft lining. You only tried to escape once.

It had been a miserable week.

When Simon emerges again, shutting the door firmly behind him, you think you recognize the brown leather strips in his hand. But when he holds it out for you to inspect, you feel the color drain from your face. One of them is a collar, with a shining silver tag. The other is a ball gag.

“I’m not wearing those,” you say, automatically, then cringe.

“I think you will,” Simon answers, “because if you don’t, your punishment will be doubled.”

You clench your jaw before looking up into his eyes. “That’s not fair. I didn’t break the rules.”

He chuckles, smooths a thumb over your cheek. “Stop being so cute.”

That makes you pause and narrow your eyes at him. You try again. “I don’t want to wear the gag.”

“Your apartment isn’t soundproofed, luv,” he points out, like he’s open to bargaining and being reasonable. “So unless you want to play here, in the guest room with Brandon…”

You try to snatch the collar and gag from his hand, but he catches your wrist, unnaturally quick. You glare up at him, anxiety roiling the coffee in your stomach. He caresses your face again. His hand is so warm, and his eyes are a frozen lake.

“Up,” he orders, forcing you to stand with an iron grip on your jaw. Instead of putting the collar on, he hustles you back out into the hall, then to your own door. Arches an eyebrow and says, “Well? Let us in?” like he doesn’t have a copy of the key, hasn’t been keeping you from opening your own door every day for the last month.

When you enter, he takes his time to shrug off his coat and boots. Lets you do the same. He tells you to drink some water, so you do. Dawdle by getting him a glass before following him to where he’s sat on your couch. He’s laid the collar on the arm of the sofa and is running his fingers over the gag when you approach.

“I’m going to spank you,” he says, matter of fact, without looking at you. “For drinking something offered to you by a man who knows how easy it is to poison a person.”

“It was fresh!”

“That silly, stupid little barista would have done anything Garrick asked,” Simon counters, drawing you into his lap. “Because Kyle is just that kind of man. And if you ended up in the hospital, he’d have unfettered access to you. And then you and I would have to be in a hospital again. Seems a bit soon to be repeating dates, don’t it?”

“I knew what I was doing,” you protest, but you don’t fight when he tilts your head to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“I know, you did, luv,” he agrees. “And I know Garrick - you’re not his type. But you still drank the coffee. And you still did something you knew I wouldn’t like. Spirit, not the letter, and all that. So I’m going to spank you. Then I’ll give you a reward.”

Your eyes snap to his. “R-reward?”

“Oh, I’ve got your attention now,” he chuckles. “Asked for advice for your man, didn’t you. No silly little articles about better blowjobs for you. Went to ask a killer about a killer, to help me find a hobby. Precious.”

You flush hot, all the way to your toes. “If he stopped, then you can.”

“He hasn’t stopped,” Simon says.

“He’s…” You frown. “He said he doesn’t do that anymore. He took up gardening.”

Simon wraps a hand around your throat, dead eyes boring into yours with a smile. “Not everyone likes going all the way to a ski lodge in the middle of nowhere, luvie. I wouldn’t’ve if you weren’t so damn sweet. Garrick works at a hospital because hobbies are so much easier in your backyard.”

He gives you a few quiet moments to think back, play Kyle’s words back in your mind. If you’re honest with yourself, it’s not a surprise. You’d hoped, and you heard what you wanted to hear.

“Open your mouth,” Simon instructs, when he’s done waiting.

“How will I safeword?” At his unimpressed stare, you double down.

“I’m not playing without a safeword. It’s bad for both of us.”

“You are the most stubborn, odd, little duck,” he says, and kisses the corner of your mouth again.

“I want to feel safe,” you insist, without pushing him away. You remember how his pupils had practically swallowed his irises once, before everything went wrong, when you told him he makes you feel safe. After a moment of thought, you add on, “Safer. Safe-ish.”

He arches an eyebrow. “You think you’re clever.”

You arch an eyebrow right back. “Pretty sure that’s why I’m getting punished.”

That gets him. Simon barks a laugh, and some of the tension leaves both of you. “Snap your fingers twice and I’ll check in with you.”

You snap your fingers twice. “And then you’ll stop?”

“If you’ve learned your lesson,” Simon answers cryptically, bringing the gag to your lips.

Simon being cryptic means you’re back on familiar ground, so you open your mouth. He dips his thumb in to press down on your tongue, unexpectedly, and doesn’t let you flinch away. When he leans in to lick into your mouth, you let him, even open your mouth a slight bit wider. He rumbles his approval, kisses at your upper lip like that, until your spit is dripping down his wrist. Then his thumb is gone and replaced by solid rubber that sits behind your teeth.

He makes quick work of buckling it in place, careful not to pull your hair or secure it too tight. His care is familiar, in an odd terrible way. Back when he was just your weird neighbor, he’d been very careful to never hurt you. In his apartment, he’d never hurt you except for very intentionally. Once, the third week after the ski-lodge, you’d cut yourself with some cardboard packaging and he’d been so gentle and meticulous in cleaning and bandaging you up. He’d choked you on his cock, later that night, the whole time holding your hand up and away to keep it from getting dirty.

Now, he holds up the collar for you to see the tag. It’s a heart. Now that you can see it properly, it’s not really a dog tag, more of a simple pendant. You’re looking at the back, where it’s simply stamped with his phone number. He flips it to show you the stone inlaid on the front, a pretty green. Then he wordlessly secures the soft leather around your neck.

When he’s done, he just breathes against the side of your face. His hands knead at your skin, one where your neck meets your shoulders, the other on your inner thigh. You feel where he’s hard against your hip. You shiver.

“Sweet, precious, clever thing,” he whispers, moving one hand to wrap entirely around your throat. “See the good in everyone. My kind-hearted girl.”

And then you’re up in the air, flipped, and over his lap so fast you get dizzy with it. Your heart rate rockets, and you try to get your legs under you. He’s there, of course, elbow between your shoulder blades and one hand yanking your pants and underwear down to mid thigh. You kick, uselessly, startled when he runs a hand over the sensitive place where your ass meets your thighs.

He starts without preamble, hand cracking down hard, but not as hard as you know he could. Tears instantly jump to your eyes, and you clamp your teeth down on the gag around a quiet groan. His answering groan is loud, appreciative. And then he hits you again, and again, and again.

Around the twelfth hit, you realize that he never told you how many he was going to give you. Your ass is on fire, tears and drool and snot streaming down your face. His hand is unrelenting. Worse, there’s no pattern, so the strikes are unpredictable. And you have no idea how long you’re going to be here.

You’re suddenly seized by a thought: Will he actually stop if you snap your fingers?

The first hiccuping sob shakes your body, and just like that, you lose control. You can’t stop sobbing, and he gathers you somehow closer into his body. He’s hard against your ribs. The hand not spanking you grips bruises into your opposite hip. He growls something you can’t hear over your own moans and sniffles, and then his hand is no longer spanking but rubbing. His fingers find where you’re slick, rub down and forward to find the bump of your clit.

You buck in his hands with a startled cry, and he slaps at you, gentle but startling. He hikes your hips up, and it’s awkward. You’re balanced in his arms, braced on his left leg and one foot when he pushes a finger into you. He bites, too hard, at your ass, and you squeal, thrash.

And then he’s taking his finger out, lowering you back down to his lap with gentle strokes up and down your spine. You get your breathing under control enough to hear him shushing you, praising you. You try to gulp air, eventually figure out how to regulate your breathing around the gag.

“Pretty girl,” Simon eventually coos. “See, didn’t need to tap out. Not that kind of lesson today.” When you whimper, he turns you and gets you settled on your back on the couch. He crouches down between the couch and the coffee table to wipe your eyes and nose with a couple of tissues. He leaves your mouth messy.

With a kiss to the apple of your cheek, he says, “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

You nod with a whimper. You’re not 100% sure what lesson you’ve learned. But you’ve learned it.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Then lets get you ready for your reward.”

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Created - 26.08.2023

Last updated - 30.10.2024

HEADCANONS

Fantasy AU with Valeria! - Fluff, SFW

Platonic!TF141 x Eastern European!Reader - Fluff, SFW

Roommate!John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Reader - Fluff, SFW

FICS

Night time bonding || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader - Fluff, SFW

Summary - You have a hard time falling asleep. Ghost has the same problem.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader smut drabble - NSFW

Summary - The title is pretty self-explanatory.

Hush || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader - Slight angst, fluff, SFW (requested)

Summary - Different situations where reader and Ghost hug because he’s too afraid to say “i love you” at the moment, but both of you know what his hugs mean.

Take us back || Zombie AU || Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Gn!Reader - Angst, gore, mcd

Summary – The new world was rotten, and you rotted away with it. 

Every time, I fall for you || Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Gn!Reader - Fluff, suggestive

Summary - Kyle fell for you hard, but he doesn’t know if it’s mutual.

Double vision || John ‘Bravo 0-6’ Price x Paramedic!Gn!Reader (requested) - Fluff, SFW

Summary - John gets into a car crash on his leave and meets you - a cute paramedic who instantly attracts his attention.

I don't care what's in your hair || Roommate!John 'Soap' Mactavish x Gn!Reader - SFW, Fluff, Teasing, Friendly banter

Summary – Your roommate Johnny comes back after his deployment and his hair looks like it needs a little trimming.

Big guy || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader - SFW, fluff

Summary – Ghost takes a liking to the nickname you give him, but struggles to understand just how much he likes it.

Closer || Slasher!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x M!Reader - Dark themes, kidnapping, dead dove do not eat (requested)

Summary - You hear various dark rumors from your colleagues and you don’t believe them, until there is one particular ghost looking you right in the eye.

Lost and found || Zombie AU || Parental figure!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Kid!Reader - Platonic, Found family, Hurt/Comfort, Parenting

Summary - You both were lost in this new world, but at least you had each other to lean on. Or tales of how Simon Riley deals wit being a parental figure during the zombie apocalypse.

Something for your mind || Platonic!John ‘Bravo 0-6’ Price x Reader (requested) - Angst

Summary - Task Force 141 mourned your loss when you went MIA during one of the missions, however eventually you come back, but not in the way one would think of.

Gentle || Roommate!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader - SFW, Fluff

Summary - You’ve been having a rough week, but your roommate Simon is there to help you through it.

SERIES

Out of the shadows || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Shadow!Gn!Reader - Slight angst, action, SFW

Summary – After the betrayal of Task Force 141 and the slaughter of civilians in Las Almas you decide to leave Shadow Company on the spot, which works out sideways, leaving you with simmering hate towards the man whom you used to look up to and new interesting figures in your life. 

First step. - Where you cut ties with Shadows.

Second step. - WIP

Third step. - WIP

RANDOM THOUGHTS

Price, who’s down bad for his spouse

What if there was a cure to the zombie virus? (“Take us back” fic related)

Slasher!Ghost

WIPS

Watching her fade away || Hanahaki AU || Platonic!Task Force 141 x F!Reader (requested) - SFW, Angst

Ticklish || Poly!Task Force 141 x F!Reader (requested) - NSFW

Forwards, beckon, rebound || Zombie AU || Parental figure!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Kid!Reader (requested) - SFW, Fluff

Rotten roots || Platonic!Task Force 141 x Reader (requested) - SFW, Hurt/Comfort

With you for the last time || Task Force 141 x Reader (requested) - SFW, Angst, Hurt/No comfort

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[qtboni]

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the curated collection of my written works, organized by fandom and characters. these stories feature mature adult themes and content, and every character depicted in the works is written as an 18+ individual.

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SERIES

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FICS

⋆៹ SIMON RILEY ᵎᵎ

love language ꒰ despite his difficulty in expressing his emotions, he still finds ways to show his love for you ꒱

melting into your arms ꒰ him melting into your arms after a rough day at work ꒱

shattered hopes ꒰ he lashes out on you and was very dismissive over your efforts for him ꒱

rebuilding hopes ꒰ after an argument with you, he feels a deep sense of remorse for the pain he caused ꒱

loved imperfections ꒰ he reassures your insecurities with loving words ꒱

sweet dreams, my love ꒰ he woke up to you sleeping far away from him in the bed so he pulls you back to him ꒱

a lil' vampire you are ꒰ you bite him with your canine teeth and he gets feral for it ꒱

wild cowboy ꒰ he indulges you in your pretty lil fantasies of him being a cowboy ꒱

shying away ꒰ he encourages and guides you on what he wants to do to you ꒱

atrapada ꒰ kidnapped and tortured in front of him, he has to endure all of it until he gets his hands on your captor ꒱

⋆៹ KÖNIG ᵎᵎ

rest well, mein liebe ꒰ he lets you rest on his shoulder, and him also resting on top of your head ꒱

love in the emergency room ꒰ you were brought into the emergency room and he was your emergency contact ꒱

bloodstained love ꒰ yandere slasher au, he comes home to you after killing someone and asks you if you're proud of him ꒱

⋆៹ CAPTAIN PRICE ᵎᵎ

cocoa kisses ꒰ he craves warmth and safety, which he finds whenever he comes to you, the person he loves ꒱

what'd u call me? ꒰ fatherfigure au, where you accidentally calls him dad ꒱

⋆៹ VARIOUS ᵎᵎ

hug me close ꒰ having cold hands for cuddles ꒱

our journey begins ꒰ their reaction to the news of your pregnancy ꒱

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[charliemwrites]

Slasher Ghost 9 had me looking at the screen through my fingers. I love him, your honor! He's horrible, I want him out of my house! I need him in ways that are concerning to feminism.

I kind of want to thank Brandon for giving us an excuse to invite Riley along. Hopefully Riley/Simon/Ghost conveys the gratitude we're too emotionally confused to show ourselves.

Pour one out for Brandon. We all hated him but if he wasn’t around, Simon wouldn’t have had a chance to go on another murder spree 🍺

Slasher ghost is horrible awful terrible and I want him carnally. Every time I think “is this too far? Is this too much” I have to tell myself “yes absolutely that’s the point” and commit

[knapptapp]

Your Nothing Without Me Pt.1

Simon "Ghost" Riley either really really hates something or he really really loves it. There is no in-between. It's just such a shame you happened to catch his attention.  

Yandere! Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2,916 

Warnings: Original Characters Yandere Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Horror toxic Toxic Ghost Yandere Simon Ghost Riley Murder Kidnapping Stalking Obsessive Behavior No use of y/n

A/N: This is my first ever x reader fic! It's kind of rushed but skskks

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46432570

He thought that maybe you knew. That you couldn't actually be this stupid and unaware. Despite his military training he truly wasn't being all that sneaky. Part of him wanted you to know. Wanted you to turn around. He wondered if you would scream. If you would try to run? Maybe you would trip? Fall straight to the floor as he slowly walked towards you like in all those slasher movies you loved?

But much to his dismay, you don't turn around. You continue your way down the street. Stiletto heels hitting the concrete as you stumbled your way home. Maybe you would fall after all. You were drunk that was for sure. Your friends had left you alone to find your own way home. Ghost hated your friends. They were always abandoning you, and even if you never noticed or cared Ghost did. They didn't deserve you. Ghost would never leave you drunk and alone.

It was too dangerous for someone like you. Who knows what could be lurking around the corner?

So he followed you. Under the mask of the night you didn't even notice. You didn't hear the sound of his combat boots hitting the sidewalk just mere feet behind you. He was naturally a light stepper but he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was behind you.

You trip and tumble to your knees, rough concrete ripping through your tights and into your palms. You cursed at yourself and tried to push yourself up. You only got one knee up before a hand is gripping your upper arm and pulling you up onto your feet.

You turn your head only to be met with a clad black chest. You tilt your head up to see just who the hell currently has your arm in an iron grip. But you move too fast and it sends your world spinning and out of focus. You squint your eyes and you can just make out well nothing. As your eyes come into focus you realize you are staring at a rather tall man with a skull for a face.

Well not a skull, you squint through your drunken haze, but rather a skull mask. And your first thought is you somehow died on your walk home and are now face to face with the Grim Reaper. Your second thought is this strange man is grabbing you and you are in danger.

Your heart rammed against your ribs and the adrenaline that pumps through you is enough to sober you up just enough to realize your situation. His hand gripped your arm harder and you can't find it in you to pull away, all you can do is stand and stare back into his piercing brown eyes.

You freeze like a deer in headlights. Forgetting about your voice and the pepper spray in your purse.

Your chest rose and fell quickly with short bursts of breath. And just when you're about to pull away, almost as quickly as it grabbed you the hand is leaving. And the man is turning on his feet and walking away from you without a word.

You make it home eventually and collapse in your bed, forgetting all about your encounter. You didn’t even bother closing your blinds.

You fall asleep, completely dead to the world.

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You go about your day with nothing but a slowly fading hangover. The three cups of coffee you snuck when your manager wasn't watching were at least doing something. You had woken up late and had a little less than five minutes to rush your way to the cafe you worked at.

A few more accidentally messed up orders and you would be perfectly fine. It was relatively unbusy for a Sunday morning, it wasn't like there was a line out the door. A few messed-up orders were no big deal.

It was a quiet place really. Even on the busiest days. Most of the people coming in and out of The Coffee Dove were regulars whose order you knew by heart.

Quiet and cozy with a dark interior. With rustic hanging lights and cozy chairs, it attracted bookish types of people. Bookshelves lined the walls and left the cafe smelling like old books under the thick scent of coffee.

Although the cafe conformed to a certain aesthetic it really didn't affect the hiring process at all. YOu had a wide array of coworkers from all different sorts of styles and aesthetics.

“Omg?!” Your coworker, Angelica exclaimed. One hand flew to your arm and pulled you towards her.

She was staring down at your arm with wide eyes, a manicured hand over her mouth. You followed her eyes to see what she was so shocked about. There, on your upper arm, was a rather large bruise. She placed her own hand over it, Her slim fingers didn't even cover the width of it. Her bright pink nails are a striking contrast against your bruised skin.

“Who the hell grabbed you?!”

You pull away from her to examine the bruise yourself. It was large and when you placed your own hand over it darkening and slightly purple was still very visible.

“I don't know,” You muttered, feeling quite self-conscious. You hadn't even noticed the bruise in your rush to get ready. You don't remember much of last night either. You knew you must have fallen on your hands and knees. When you had pulled your tights off in the morning the ripped material was stuck onto your skin with dried blood and some asphalt and tiny little pebbles were embedded into your skin. But you don't remember getting grabbed.

“Must have fallen or something.” You shrug it off.

Angelica doesn't seem convinced. You wish you had brought a jacket or something to cover it up, but it was a good 98 degrees outside and even though The Coffee Dove had AC you were still hot.

Thankfully the doorbell rings signaling the arrival of a customer. Angelica moves on to greet them in her honey-sweet customer service voice. You don't bother looking up, too busy rearranging the pastries in the counter display.

You almost look up at the sound of a gruff accented voice ordering tea but another voice much closer to you steals your attention.

“Hey!”

You look up. There, leaning on the counter, beaming down at you is Connor.

“Connor!” You exclaim, you quickly stand up and lean over the counter to hug him. He returns the hug laughing into your hair.

Connor was

You pull away and smile at him. He smiles back, the corners of his eyes creasing ever so slightly.

“Did you already order?” You ask.

Connor shakes his head, a small tuft of brown hair falling against his forehead. “Thought you could make it for me? You always make it perfect.”

He tilts his head to the left. And just like a puppy dog, you can't resist.

“Are you normal then?”

“Yes Ma’am!”

You roll your eyes. Connor was only two years younger than you but he still insisted on calling you, ma’am. Probably because it annoyed you. You whip up his order in no time. When you go to hand it to him his hand grabs your wrist and he leans in close.

“What's with that creepy guy in the corner?” He whispers.

He tilts his head to the side as a gesture and you look. There sitting in the very corner of the cafe is a man, a black balaclava covering his face. He looks uncomfortable, slightly cramped in the cafe's chairs. His legs are too long to fit under the dark oak table so he has pushed his chair back.

“He's just a customer?” You say.

“Yeah, but he's just… sitting there.”

Angelica leans in close to you two, completing a conspiring triangle, “I gave him his tea five minutes ago and haven't even taken a sip.”

You roll your eyes. Angelica loved conspiring.

“Probably just waiting for it to cool down.” You place Connors's cup down and move on to pretending to work, “Or you know Angelica did make it. I bet it's horrible.”

Angelica takes it in stride, “You know he did have a British accent, you should make him tea. Since apparently, mine are so bad.”

“Not like he could drink it with that mask on,” Connor replies.

You take a rag and wipe down the already clean counter. Anything to look like you aren't in fact gossiping about a rather creepy guy in the corner.

You shake your head, he's probably not creepy. Just some guy here for some tea. Connor watches many true crime documentaries.

“But he likes-” Connor pauses and looks over his shoulder, “He keeps looking over here.”

“He’s admiring your beauty, Connor,” You tease.

Connor smirks but still manages to look uncomfortable, “I think he might rob us. Do I look rich?”

Alright, thats it. You throw the rag in the sink and exit through the swinging half door. You make your way across the cafe towards the man determined on showing your friends that nothing is wrong.

He doesn't even look up when you approach, too busy staring at the new eco-friendly cups The Coffee Dove had started ordering. Horrible they were, they fell apart too easily. Not to mention the straws. A small price for the planet you, suppose.

You pause, waiting for him to acknowledge you and look up. He doesn't. So you say, “Is everything to your liking?”

He looks up then. Brown eyes staring you down, his gaze makes you uncomfortable and you slightly regret even coming over here. He's looking at you like you just insulted his entire family. He finally nods, the smallest tilt up of his chin.

“Alright, Well, I'll just be behind the counter then,” You scurry back to the counter. You can't shake the feeling that those eyes are still staring you down. The feeling doesn't leave until three minutes after your shift when that man also leaves.

Connor hangs around until the end of your shift, goofing around and getting in the way. But it makes the time go by faster and before you know it your shift is over. He walks you to the door. He tries to insist on walking you home you refuse, saying you have things to do. When you both finally do leave he kisses your cheek goodbye. Something he has done countless times before but this time it feels different. It spreads fire from where his lips softly pressed against your cheek to all the way down your toes. It leaves you walking home with a smile on your face.

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It isn't the first time Ghost watched you. But it is the first time he entered the Cafe you worked at. Usually, he would just sit inside his car parked across the street. It was amazing how far phone cameras could zoom in nowadays. But here he was. Sat in the far corner with untouched tea. He was hoping you would make it. But your coworker had instead. He wasn't going to take even a sip.

Despite this little hiccup, he was having a rather great time seeing you this close-up. That was until your friend showed up. Hugging you and making you laugh. The way you smile at him made Ghost sick to his stomach. It was quite obvious you were all talking about him, but Ghost didn't really care all that much.

He was too distracted by imaging crushing Connors face with his boot. And then you approached. He didn't have to look up. He knew it was you based on your steps and the smell of your perfume. Something that had been ingrained in his mind from the time he allowed himself into your apartment.

“Is everything to your liking?”

He should just take you now. You're so small it would be easy. He could just throw you over his shoulder and walk out. He seriously doubted either of your friends would be able to help you. Though he wishes Connor would try, so he could break his face. How stupid you are to let Connor be around you when it's so obvious what he wants. Don't you ever wonder why he wants to hug you so much?

It doesn't matter. Ghosts can be smart for you.

He left only three minutes before your shift ended. He finally realized he had just sat there for an hour with an untouched now cold tea. He left the cafe in his car and waited for you to clock out. While sitting there in the cafe, alone with his thoughts and the beautiful view of you he made a decision. He was going to get you today. And he had plenty of time to plan.

Connor walks you out and before he leaves he kisses you on the cheek. Ghost’s grip on the steering wheel tightens and his knuckles turn white.

Plans change.

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You make it home without any trouble. You stumble through the door already hopping on one foot as you pull your shoe off. You do a little hop farter into your house before you can get the shoe off, and you fling it somewhere, too tired to put it away. The second shoe follows.

All you wanted was to lay in bed and watch stupid youtube videos till you fell asleep. You leave your purse on your walk-in table.

You are just about to walk into your living room when a strong arm wraps around your waist. You gasp in shock and it is the only sound that gets out before something is clamping over your nose and mouth.

You try to buck out of the hold, twisting your body any way you can. This proves difficult when you can't breathe and the smell of chemicals is quickly making you light-headed.

You try to remember something, anything, from the self-defense classes you took but through your panic, everything is fogging and hard to remember. You're running out of time and you know it. You scratch at the hand that is covering your face, and you dig your nails into the flesh of your attacker.

And then everything goes dark.

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You wake up with a fogging mind. Like you had been out drinking the night before. You groan and try to bring your hands down to rub your eyes. Only your left-hand reaches its destination. Your right stops and cold metal digs into your wrist.

“What the hell..” You mutter.

You give your arm a rather weak tug, you can't move it far. You're barely able to bend your elbow down.

You look up to your right, squinting through the thick haze that has glossed over your eyes you can make out the metal wrapped around your wrist and attached to the white bed frame.

And then it dawns on you. You are handcuffed to a bed. Your bed frame is brown, not white.

You sit up as fast as you can, wrist once again catching and pulling harshly against the metal handcuffs. It sends your head spinning and everything doubles. The rest of your limbs are free and you scramble up onto your knees. Placing your free hand onto your wrist, overlapping the metal, you pull against the bed frame. The bed frame creaks but nothing happens.

“Those are military-grade, you aren't getting out of them so no point in trying,” An accented voice says.

You whip your head around. There, a few feet away from the bed, is a figure sitting in a chair. You can only make out the white skull mask through the shadows. Like something from your nightmares. A demon, or perhaps, the Grim Reaper himself.

A scream catches in your throat coming out as nothing more than a pitiful squeak.

The man stands up and it sends you scrambling as far bask as you can go, your back hits the headboard. He walks around the bed and it sends you pushing yourself to the very corner, right arm bent at an awkward angle as you try to get away from him. You think you might recognize him. That there's some very hazy memory in the back of your mind.

He uses your name, and it shocks you. The closer he gets the more you can smell it. An ironic metallic smell. He's dressed in all black the only other color being the white of his skull mask. Now as your vision focuses you can see it's not even fully white but instead speckled with red.

Blood.

The relaxation sends you gagging. You are going to die.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

Like hell you believe that.

“I can be rather nice when I want to. You'll see.”

He outstretches his hand and you think he's going to strike you. But clenched in his fingers is a small polaroid. You make no move to take it, too afraid to even breathe properly. He lets it go and it flutters down to your lap.

It's Connor. Or at least you think it is. You can just barely make out his features through the red. But what really gives it away is his eyes. Wide open and staring straight into your soul.

“All I feel is love for you. I will do anything to keep you safe. You don't understand now. But you will.”

Receding footsteps.

The sound of a slamming door.

Connor stares back at you and all you can do is shake.

[frogchiro]

Hello! Sorry for disturbing you like this but it seems that someone is using/claiming your idea of Butcher/Slasher! Ghost.

https://www.tumblr.com/pure-oddity/727744101620056064/butcherslasher-ghost-au?source=share

This post and user came up when I was scrolling through the Simon Riley x Reader tag and just wanted to let you know.

It felt wrong for me not to tell you when I've been loving your writing and ideas ever since I got into the fandom.

Apoligies again for disturbing you, please take care!

Ah please don't apologize dear!! There's nothing to be sorry for ♡

And hmm I have kinda mixed feelings about this?? Because while yes, the dishonorable discharge and mentions of buying meat does sound like my butcher!Ghost au, it's still kinda...hmm not it? I really don't know and don't want to throw accusations at anybody but thank you for letting me know ♡

[v4mpgutz]

ABOUT ME ! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

⤷ my name is river but people call me riv for short! i go by she/her and they/them — please use both sets of pronouns when mentioning me if you can :). i live on the east coast of australia ( NO, WE DON'T RIDE KANGAROOS ) so i go by aest: australian eastern standard time. i'm autistic. i'm born in march, autumn babyyy <3

my sun/moon/rising (for anyone who is interested) is aries/leo/cancer. i'm not necessarily pagan, i don't follow any specific religion but i have been taught divination through tarot since i was young and know lots about crystals n things!

my favourite colours are pink, light brown, powder blue and sage green!! i really love fashion and modelling, i study fashion design <3

games i like —

call of duty: black ops 3, call of duty: modern warfare (all of them), resident evil, genshin impact, animal crossing, dead by daylight, fatal frame (also known as project zero), silent hill, hogwarts legacy, zelda: oot + tp + botw + totk, fnaf (mainly 2 + sister location and sb)

music artists i like —

taylor swift, beabadoobee, gracie abrams, sabrina carpenter, conan gray, olivia rodrigo, glaive, dominic fike, lana del rey, the weeknd (ONLY his music, not him), coco and clairclair, steve lacy, kali uchis, sza, lunar vacation, radiohead, pyro, corpse, suki waterhouse, muna, cigarettes after sex, phoebe bridgers, tomorrow x together, stray kids, ive + more !

movies / shows i like —

the corpse bride, the nightmare before christmas, scream + 2 + 5 + 6, the conjuring franchise, miss peregrine's home for peculiar children, bee and puppycat, the junji ito collection, harry potter and the chamber of secrets, harry potter and the half-blood prince, the outsiders, the karate kid (1984), bleach, spiderman: into the spiderverse + across the spiderverse, tokyo revengers, smile precure, hello kitty and friends, ben10, monster high + wayyy more !!

SPECIAL MENTIONS — 💌:

i have certain hyperfixations / emotional attachments to certain characters and things! these include:

tom riddle, dallas winston, cats, simon "ghost" riley, my little fairy sculpture collection, ethan landry, taylor swift, slasher films, vintage furniture and decor, sanrio ( my sweet piano + my melo + hello kitty + chococat ), spiderman.

thanks for reading! <3

[yourdailyangel]

Hello my beautiful friend!!

Welcome to my page!!

Here I will write for slashers and SOME video game characters!! Below you will find who I write for and what I'm not comfortable with writing!

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🩷Video games!🩷

Dragon age inquisition and dragon age 2!

GTA 5

Skyrim (such as kaidan)

Simon Riley

Bg3

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🩷 Slashers!🩷

Michael Myers (I would love to for RZ! Micheal!)

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba

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What I will write!

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Im okay with slight NSFW but nothing too intense!

Fluff!!

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What I won't write!

As stated above I won't write intense NSFW a little is fine though!

No harm at all to the reader!!

As I wanna keep this page a light hearted side I won't do anything sad or hurtful!

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Okay! So with all this said I do hope you enjoy!!! Please feel free to send request!!! Have a wonderful day/night friend!!!🩷🩷

[witch-oftheflowers]

💕🌟Welcome to my lovely space!🌟💕

I'm an artist and writer. I do write fanfic and draw my OCS a lot. Welcome relax and scroll through.

You're more than welcome to ask me questions. Just be nice and kind to me and others you interact with.

Thanks for coming and love to have ya here~

I do enjoy these fandoms and topics:

Slashers

COD

Moon Knight

Marvel

Pokemon

DC

Dark Topics

Star Wars

Sleep Token

My Hero Academia

Horror/Slashers

Characters I write For:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John Price

John 'Soap' Mactavish

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Loki Laufeyson

Moon Knight System!

Marc Specter

Steven Grant

Jake Lockley

Miguel O'Hara

Shota Aizawa

Ghostface, Danny Johnson

Micheal Myers

Dead By Deadlight

I do have Ask Rules:

Don't come in asking for donations! I will block!

Be nice. Don't come in being rude-

Besides that I do take requests about my OCS and characters I write for!

Requests Rules!

Please be respectful and understand I will get to them as fast as I can! With that!

I do write! Headcanons, ask games, ideas you have and one shots!

I don't write incest, scat of any form, and I'll add more as I feel.

With that I'm not picky or mean about topics usually. Don't be a troll though I will block you. I think we all know what I'm talking about about lately for us COD writers.

✨Thanks for coming by~ ✨

Master List Writing

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[rewritethisstxry]

Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

MINORS DNI. Due to the nature of potential content, only 18 and older are allowed.

Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Slasher/horror writing blog : @slxsherwriter

What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith

What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper

Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)

Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

[dxivi]

okay

So who do I write for you ask? Very good question. I'll throw in some fandoms and put in who I'll write for. (Ill forget to put fandoms in without a doubt so someone remind me of fandoms)

Also I write all three. M!reader, GN!reader and F!reader. (Yes, that includes trans!reader as well)

Fandoms

Criminal minds

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Spencer Reid (That's still a bit doubtful but ill give it a try)

2. COD MWII

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" MacTavish

John Price

I will only do Gaz and any of the others when in combo with the above.

3. NCIS/NCIS:LA/NCIS: New Orleans

No one probably knows of this fandom but here;

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Ziva David

Anthony Dinozzo

Abby Scuito

Mayyyybee Timothy Mcgee but doubtful

Dwayne Pride

Tammy Gregorio

Christopher LaSalle (i haven't watched ncis new orleans in a hot minute so shit might be very ooc)

Sam Hanna

Kensi Blye

G. Callen

Marty Deeks

4. Hawaii Five 0

Even less know abt this one but;

Steven J. Mcgarrett

Daniel Williams

Kono Kalakaua

Chin Ho Kelly

Catherine Rollins (if you dare ask me to paint her in a good light go screw yourself, she fucked up Steve so long. I will not alter her so shes suddenly amazing and heroic.)

5. Bones

Dr. Temperance Brennan aka Bones

Seeley Booth

James Aubrey

6. Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw (his death + fanfics with mav absolutely ended me- I still didnt finish the most hurtful one and its been over a year now)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Possibly: Phoenix

7. The Mentalist

Patrick Jane

8. Sherlock (bbc & movies)

Sherlock Holmes

James Moriarty

John Watson

9. Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester (as a side character)

Crowley

10. The Slasher Fandom

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Freddy Krueger

Stu Matcher

Vincent Sinclair

(Probably more but I don't remember of the top of my head)

11. Marvel Universe

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

Peter Parker (no smut, kids a fucking minor)

T'Challa (as a loving father type figure but it might be very ooc)

Clint Barton

Honerable mentions for movies/shows/books I don't have enough braincells for to put in but will possibly write for:

The Da Vinci Code

Angels and Demons

Inferno

Dante's Peak

CSI: Miami

CSI: Las Vegas

CSI: NY

Fbi: International

Fbi

THE FUGITIVE (1993)

Law & Order: SVU

Bull (like the show, Dr. Bull)

Jason Bourne

House M.D.

The fallen triology (Olympus has fallen, London has fallen, Angel has fallen)

The Matrix

Rush Hour (i love them <3)

Michael Vey (book)

PJO fandom

HOO fandom

Without a trace

Castle

Elementary

Hannibal (really depends, i only know fanfic of them)

Winx Club (not fate you heathen)

And uhhh- thats it i think? This probably isnt everything because im in so many fandoms of which I didnt watch/see anything besides the fandom itself but yeah- (many of which are on this list, why'd you think dr who isnt here)