#simon x male reader

[poetslastdeath]

okay but i need a reader who is badshit insane, i need a reader with a history dretenched in so much blood that it’s stained them.

i need a reader that can be as stoic and scary as ghost so much so that they’ve become more of a legend then a person, a rotting grave that holds the bones of who they once were.

or a reader that was always drawn to the glint of a knife and the sight of blood running down their hands until no more skin showed, more monster than human since birth.

let them be feral I BEG‼️‼️‼️ especially for price, let them be feral and protective and obsessive and in love with price please 🙏🏽 🗣️

[weedyhound]

💌 = Simon allows you to paint his nails. Surprisingly.

(Simon X M!Reader) * Fluff * Typical Simon behavior * short n sweet

"This is fuckin' ridiculous, you know that right?"

"I'm aware, you've pointed it out several times now,"

Your hand is firmly grasping Simons, keeping it in place as you glide the black nail polish over his nails. He had begrudgingly agreed to let you paint them, tossing his hand lazily into your lap as he lets his eyes wander around your room.

Simon didn't care about having a boyfriend. Well, not that he didn't care, he didn't care what anyone else had to say about it. If he loved someone, he fucking loved someone. Especially someone who listens to him. Those were his favorite kinds of people.

He was dominant by nature, who could blame him? That's what most were attracted to anyway. But you preferred his softer side. How he would open up on rare occasions and let you guide him through an activity that was more for you than him.

For instance, the nail painting. Usually he did it himself, but the moment was intimate. You would press a kiss to his frowned lips every so often, chuckling at the faux annoyed grumble you would get in return. When you're finally done, you hold his hand up, smiling at your work. He mumbles something about it chipping easily, but you push his face away with your hand playfully.

"Be grateful, dummy."

"Don't tell me what to do."

[xshiny]

Angst! Ghost x gn!reader

TW ⚠️ Some talk about past, blood, fighting, yelling, maybe racism?

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Everyone was back at base after a long, intense mission. Here you and him where, arguing once more. You and him have been rivals sense you arrived. Everyone was exhausted, mentally and physically. No one wanted to try n break you up, and just let y’all argue it out. It was a normal everyday argument, till he brought up a sensitive topic.

“AT LEAST I WASN’T THE CAUSE OF MY BROTHERS DEATH, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF CRAP!!“ His thunderous voice boomed, vibrating the very ground below you.His words hit you like a bullet to the heart, and made you stop your breath. A second later, you were able to breath again. Your eyes widen, and your heart beats faster as you try to remain calm. The topic of your brother dying because of yourself hits you hard, especially if Ghost brought it up.

"You...you dare talk about my brother!" You shouted, and turned away fuming, holding in the tears you had. You had enough of him for one day, and he went too far.

“No one asked for the truth huh? Too afraid of a little honesty?” Ghost spat back, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. “Your so caught up in the past, it seems you forgot the present.” He then leaned back, resting his back against the wall of the tent, his knees raised, and his hands folded. His gaze was sharp, and his cold, dead eyes were focused on you.Everyone was around the pair of you, looking away and trying to not get tangled in the commotion.The anger could not be held back. You came back storming at him, punching his face hard.

"You you sly hag! You have no idea what its like to lose someone on the battlefield because of yourself!" You spat, huffing as you watch Ghost fall to the ground.Ghost stumbled back and fell, not anticipating your hit. The shock of the physical attack took over, and the rest of the unit jumped to pull us apart. It took three men to hold your fury, two to hold him. He laughed as they did so, and yelled out the following.

“Oh my gosh- look at you, acting like a child and throwing a tantrum. I guess I hit a nerve.” A cold grin spread across his face, as he looked back at you. He was enjoying this all.

"You did it bad, and you know you went too far, Simon" you hiss out his name with venom in your tone, going against the soldier's restraints. His eyes narrowed, and he chuckled as he spat back.

“Oh please, you know nothing about going too far. What’s it been now, two years, and you’re still crying over the death of one person.”

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE SOMEONE CLOSE TO YOU" you shouted, ripping free of the soldiers as you leaped apon Ghost, tackling him down with punches to the face.The two of you hit the floor hard, and your attack continued without mercy nor stopping. The other soldiers quickly got up to try and pull you off, but you were too furious for you to really care.

Every punch you land, every time you strike at him, it let out all the pent-up rage you have in you. It felt cathartic, almost...You continue to punch him, even as he tried to push you off. He went too far, and now he has to pay for it.Finally, the other soldiers were able to pull you off of Ghost. They held you back against them, trying to prevent you from going back to him.

Your breathing was heavy, and you were still too pissed for words. For what seemed like forever, you glared at him with pure hatred. The rest of the soldiers looked at you in shock, not knowing what to do. Ghost sat back up, wiped the blood from his mouth, and chuckled.You glared back at him, his blood on your knuckles. You breathed heavy as the soldiers held you in restraints, and snarled at him, too angry for words.

Ghost stood up straight and dusted himself off, still grinning. “Oh wow, you’re really angry.” He laughed and shook his head, before spitting out a tooth. He glanced down at it and chuckled. “My, I haven’t seen that kind of anger before- even from the other men. What was it now? That I hit a nerve?”You growled at him, pulling at your restraints.

"You fucking knew what you were doing!" You hiss, baring your teeth at him as you give him a hardcore glare.

“Oh I knew alright, I always know what buttons will piss you off. Guess you have a short fuse. Don’t worry, I love pushing all your buttons, just for some fun.” He smirked and raised his arms and shrugged, brushing off his words as if it was no big deal.

"You have no heart" You grumbled, as you were beginning to be dragged away. You huff, reluctantly going along with the soldiers who held you, and give one last glare at Ghost.

“At least I have a brain.” Ghost barked back, holding his bruised face. “Oh, and by the way, you’re ugly.” He then smirked and laughed again, and turned his back to you. The others watched this entire argument, some giggling, some holding back laughs, you could tell they enjoyed this fight between you two.You rolled your eyes.

"Why, is it because I'm Asian?" You scoff, shaking your head as you continue to walk away with the supporting soldiers.A sharp inhale and a snarl left Ghost’s lips at your words. He quickly spun around and rushed towards you, only to be held back by not one, but three other soldiers.

“SHUT UP. YOU JUST HAD TO BRING UP RACE DIDN’T YOU?” Ghost was pissed beyond belief. All his words were not filtered now, anger filling every bit of his being.You snickered, walking away into the base as Ghost yells in fury. He had it coming, just like how you had it coming when he brought up your dead brother.Ghost tried to yell back more, but he was cut off as a superior soldier barked an order out.

"Alright you two, that’s enough.” He then glanced at Ghost in annoyance. “Ghost, get your sh*t together and stop being an arrogant prick. That goes for you too. If you can’t get along with one another you both are suspended. Am I clear?”

"Yes sir" you reply with a straight face, but on the inside, you were laughing away.Ghost just shook his head in disappointment, and looked at the ground. It seems he was embarrassed a bit. The soldier glanced over at him, and glanced at everyone else. He then frowned.

"Get over here, Simon. I need a word with you.”

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A/n: I don't know if I'm missed any TW's...

Anyway, yeah I dunno how I feel about this story

[simonsrileyhusband]

simon refused to buy a new phone, the one he has is good enough, you can call, can send messages and it has a game of a little worm that eats squeares on it. he doesnt need another one.

until you tell him that, if he gets a new phone, he could have s folder filled with pictures of you...

"should have said that before lovie"

the day he buys his phone you teach him how to use it, how to had his 5 contacts to his phone (price, jhonny, kyle and you), then he spends 2 hours deciding what picture to use as his screensaver.

now, when he is on duty and cant sleep with you, the two of you call eachother and now it doesnt sound like he is talking trough a brick.

simon will send you pictures of him because you begged him to do. he sends you a pictures of his boots, his dinner, a photo of him standing besides jhonny after working out, a picture of his new and not damaged balaclava.

he also downloads tons of games, his phone os filled with them and you have to teach him how to erase them.

he doesnt have social media, but he does wacth youtube videos from time to time (specially to learn how to do little heart shapes with paper that he can gift to you)

[italktoomuchxd]

Maybe because he grew up in a religious family, maybe because he’s not really in physical touch, but sex is a big thing for Simon Riley.

He never had a one-night stand or a relationship; that's a big thing for him… he doesn't want any exes or something. He wants to directly marry his first love; that's why he's acting like it's rocket science.

But when he met you… oh God, he knew you were the one… you cute thing! He started to spend some time with you. You guys grew closer and closer.

At first, you thought he was a strange man, just a big man; What could he want from you? But when it started raining while you were on a date, you had to go to his house. You were a little scared when he handed you dry clothes and a blanket, turned on your favorite show and you guys actually watched the show you knew he was the one too.

But he's unstoppable when you guys got married...

[starboye]

imagine a realistic morning after with simon riley after a longgggg night of fucking, things are a little hazy for you but piecing what you can together you think you were at a party with the team and got drunk making simon take you home and taking your clothes off, after that it's a blur of moans and fucking

turning to your side was a little harder than usual, you ass felt like it had been kicked by a horse and your head was pounding, simon on the other hand was still asleep, back facing you and you notice scratch marks littered through his skin, how crazy was last night you wondered

he woke up a couple minutes later and turned to look at you, seeing you with hickeys and bite marks all over your chest and neck was a surprise to him, he didn't think he was that drunk last night, he gets out of bed and lazily makes his way to the kitchen to get you some water and ibuprofen and him some coffee

after you take the pill and down some water you and him both recollect on the events of the night before over a shared cup of coffee

[youronlydarlin]

Just Loser! Simon who's unknowingly a sex god

He says shit like "Did that feel good..?" everytime you two fuck. As if he didn't just give you the most back arching, toe curling, brain numbing orgasm of your life.

You'd be panting like a dog beneath him, eyes rolled to the back of your skull and still he'd be asking "How's that feel..?" Like sir. This isn't UberEATS, why do you keep asking that? Do you want five stars??

[gofishygo]

ok guys but hear me out..,

back before simon was drafted and he was still working in some butcher around the outskirts of manchester, he remembers a little bakery a few blocks down from his shop. although never particularly crowded, he's noticed the older locals go by in the mornings for coffee, kids guided in by their parents after schools to get a snack. but he doesn't seem to lounge in the corner of that cafe for either of those reasons- instead, he finds himself fawning over the pretty baker.

and you're nice to him, too- always smiling when you see him around, voice so sweet when you're at the butchers to buy some meat for the pies, sneakily trying to slip him a discount whenever he goes to buy a sandwich- 'hospitality workers gotta stick together, right?' it's no wonder that he finds himself falling for you, a stupid puppy crush that he tries, and occasionally fails, to suppress. and sometimes, simon lets himself believe you like him too, with the way the blood rushes to your cheeks when you spot him across the shelves, with he notes how you nearly fumble a frothing pot of milk when caught staring at him. it's a little attempt of young love that he thinks will be smothered out as he gets older.

but now it is twenty years later, he is working with the sas, and he is meant to be dead. but simon finds himself strolling his hometown, genuinely surprised that he sees the cafe still up, that he sees you, still working behind the display cabinets. you're older now, more mature, but your smile is just as pretty as it was those years ago. and he sees that glimmer of recognition in your eyes, how your head perks up at the sight of his figure outside of the window.

ghost smothers his cigarette and bins it before walking through the doors. may as well pay the bird a visit.

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

hehehehhe, was thinking about construction worker simon who goes to work every day just to show off the lunches you make him for work. and it soon becomes a huge thing and all his coworkers and even managers look forward to seeing what you've cooked cause it never seems to be the same. it's literally the only reason simon wakes up in the morning to go to work; he has everyone jealous and prances around all proud, then tells you all about when he comes home :(

[the-whispers-of-death]

Friend-to-Lover!Ghost who stares longingly when you're not looking. He looks at you like you hung his moon and stars, like you're his entire universe. And to him, you are his entire universe.

Friend-to-Lover!Ghost who memorizes your drink order whether you're in a café or a bar. He has you find a table for the two of you and comes back with the exact drink you've been having the entire he has known you. His eyes sparkle when you tell him that he puts more effort in remembering your order than any of your exes.

Friend-to-Lover!Ghost who takes you out to a shooting range so you can work out all of the rage you have when a now-ex of yours cheats on you. If you don't know how to shoot a gun, he stands behind you and helps you, making his heart race at how close you two are. He grumpily mutters something about how you deserve better than the people you've been dating.

Friend-to-Lover!Ghost who nods so easily when you rant and rave about how you two should just stay away from relationships after you both break up with someone. He listens to you say how the only love worth having is platonic and familial love and while his heart breaks a little bit, he's just happy to have you loving him platonically.

Friend-to-Lover!Ghost who offers to kiss you when the clock strikes 12 on New Years because you've been jokingly complaining about having no one to kiss when the ball drops. He's so pleased with himself when you agree to his offer and he doesn't hesitate to make good on the offer when the ball drops. He cradles you in his arms and kisses you like it's his last night on Earth.

Friend-to-Lover!Ghost who doesn't forget about the kiss after you've probably have and he starts doing subtle romantic things with you to show you that he's serious about you. He's determined to make you know that he'll be better than everyone else.

Friend-to-Lover!Ghost who relishes when you finally admit your feelings for him and ask him out on a date. He takes you out to a fancy restraint and treats you like the royalty you are. And when he drops you back home and walks you to the door, he promises that he'll always treat you the way you deserve to and that you'll never have to wonder if he's loyal to you. He kisses you before you go inside.

[bitin-and-barkin]

STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Y/N: I cant believe we're locked in this room together Ghost, throwing the key out of the window: Truly unfortunate

[ervotica]

// simon riley x reader, stalking, forced entry, possible series

There’s a man in your flat.

A one night stand from a few months back, the type of man you should’ve never entertained in the first place.

The type of man that oozes obsession, that keeps you tucked obediently under his arm like a good pet from the minute you meet – sitting between his legs on a barstool, seeping his warmth into your back, taking lazy sips of his pint over your shoulder.

When Simon Riley wants something, he gets it.

Even if it means memorising your route home and cutting himself a key for your front door, mysteriously walking in one day like he’s always been there, traipsing mud through your hallway with his combat boots and eating all the crisps out of your cupboard.

He’s asleep on your sofa when you push through the front door, snoring like a chainsaw, still clad in that heavy military uniform.

You sway from side to side on the balls of your feet, lip worried between your front teeth as the man stirs and cants his body towards you. Damn military hearing, you don't even have time to run the way you came in.

He opens his arms and beckons you closer. You shuffle over to the settee, unimpressed, and squeal when he tugs you down and into his arms.

“Alright, love?” he rumbles. “You’re late home from work.”

You cock a brow. How does he know that?

He tucks a hand between your legs and uses the flat of his palm to hike you further up his body. You brace yourself against his chest before he’s tutting, peeling your arms off of him and nuzzling his face against yours, the scratchy fabric of the mask wetting your lips when he slips his tongue out to taste you, a hand at the scruff of your neck.

You suppose you’d better get used to this. He doesn’t seem to want to go anywhere.

[zvdvdlvr]

thinkinf blue collar!simon thoughts…

welder!simon making you those pretty metal flowers. welder!simon who loves when you pack lunch for him because its so domestic and he’s out of the house by 0400 in the morning anyway. welder!simon who talks about you to all the down-to-earth guys that come through and have a job for him. welder!simon who always showers right when he gets home because he know how you get when he gets thise little curls of steel that latch onto his shirt on the couch or get dirt on the bed.

mechanic!simon who always gets your vehicle in and out before anyone else though possible. mechanic!simon who offers to fix things up at your house/apartment for free because he (wants to spend time with you) knows how expensive things are… and he is your friend, so why not just do it out of the kindness of his heart? mechanic!simon who is friends with you long enough to know your favorite animal/song, so he casually gets a tattoo of the animal silhouette/lyrics because he has tattoos anyway so why not get one that reminds him of you?

electrician!simon who always jumps to offer his work skills if you need. electrician!simon who always lets you know the latest gossip that he hears on the job if you want to know. electrician!simon who always calls you after a work accident/scare: he fell about twenty feet and landed on his back and his first thought was of you, simon got shocked by a live wire and asked for you to come cook him dinner because he burned through some skin tissue (and he knows you’d do it).

[simonsrileyhusband]

simon and reader who has a hard time sleeping (nsfw):

simon wakes up when he hears you turning around, slipping away from his arms.

"go back to sleep love..." he mumbles, his voice deeper than usual, big hands reaching out for your waist, pulling you into his arms again.

"i can't..." you whisper, turning around and burying your face in his chest, a bit sad that you woke him up.

simon knows the drill, he has done this countless times before and he will gladly do it over and over again.

gently, he turns around so your back lays kn the bed, his bulky arms keeping you caged under him. "i'll take care of that lovie, don't worry"

and that night can go different ways, simon pounding you until you are tired, simon esting you out until you pass out, simon using his fingers as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

the list goes on, but when he is done, you are sleeping soundly in his arms, inner thighs soaked, a pretty blush on your cheeks and a soft smile on your lips.

[italktoomuchxd]

Simon grew up in a household where toys were a rarity, and his childhood playthings were limited to a few humble items. Among them were a set of small green plastic soldiers and a well-worn car, its tire long since worn and broken. However, what truly captured Simon's imagination was his sister's old porcelain doll, a treasured gift from their grandmother.

Oh, that doll! With its delicate white skin glowing softly in the light, plump red cheeks that seemed to blush with life, and bright blue eyeshadow that accentuated its striking blue eyes, the doll was enchanting. Its golden hair shimmered like spun sunlight, cascading in gentle curls, while a long, flowing blue dress adorned it, reminiscent of the elegant figures from a fairy tale.

Simon adored that doll, pouring all his affection into play, nurturing it as if it were truly alive. But his innocent joy came to a devastating end one fateful day when his father, in a fit of anger, hurled the precious doll against the wall. The shattering porcelain echoed through the room, marking the destruction of the most beloved object in Simon's world, leaving behind broken fragments and a heavy heart…

You and Simon were still in the early stages of your relationship when you decided to invite him to spend Christmas at your home. The atmosphere felt cozy, just the two of you introverts nestled away in a familiar space. As he stepped through your front door, a bottle of wine cradled in his hand, you felt a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in your stomach.

As he made his way toward the living room, the warm glow of the holiday decorations framed the scene perfectly. However, his gaze quickly fell upon a surprising sight that filled the corner of the room—an array of supplies scattered about. The vibrant fake hair, a box of paints, assorted little fabrics, and the glinting edges of a sewing machine revealed a world that was uniquely yours.

“Oh…sorry—it's my hobby,” you said with a nervous chuckle, your cheeks warming under his scrutiny. “I like restoring dolls.”

At that moment, you could see the intriguing spark in Simon's eyes…he fell for you once more—call it childhood trauma; he didn't care he'd spend Christmas night painting doll faces with you.

Part 2