Simon Ghost X You - Tumblr Posts - Page 3

i have an unhealthy obsession

It's okay honey! 💜

(request: will you write simon x reader with him having pregnancy kink? only if you want to of course)

why not, here you go! tell me if ya like it! :D

warnings: breeding kink, creampie, cum play

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"you want me to come inside you? hm? flood this pretty pusy with my cum?"

his words were ringing in your ears, but your mind was too fucked to comprehend whatever he was saying. your mind was fucked, too fucked dumb to understand.

a spank to your arse brought you back to reality, and you mewled before he grabbed your throat, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"did you hear me? or you're too dumb to even understand? fucked like a dumb little pet?"

you nodded vigorously, and he bit your neck as he spread your legs wider, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. he pushed to the hilt, not pulling back, forcing his fat cock fully inside.

you whimpered and struggled beneath him, wanting him to move, the feeling of him fully inside, too overwhelming. he grabbed your chin, placing a crushing kiss to your lips as he began to move once again.

"i said, i want to breed this pussy of yours. fill it with my seed till it's overflowing, and push more in again and again. do this till your tummy carries my child"

you swallowed thickly, nodding along. you wanted this, hell, you had been waiting for him to come back from deployment so he could breed you, leaving a piece of himself inside you while he's gone. you wanted him to make you pregnant.

"yes, yes, si. breed me, please? give me your babies"

his thrusts increased in pace, fucking you so hard the bed creaked and slammed against the wall with each thrust. your thighs were bruised, aching as he held your legs wide apart, watching as your pussy spread wide to take him in.

"good girl"

you grinned at his words, feeling an orgasm wash over you. he came too, spilling his thick, white seed inside till it was overflowing. he pushed himself back in, keeping it in for as long as he could.

he pulled out a few minutes later, and slid down, reaching between your legs. he scoops the cum that had spilled down into the bedsheets into his fingers, sliding them inside your tight, abused, swollen pussy, pushing them in to the hilt and angling your hips up so it doesn't spill out again. he would finger-fuck you while he's at it, making you cum over and over again, over and over again, because "gonna make it catch, shctaz"

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tags: @ilovehobi101 (Sorry i forgot to add you in the past stories)

The best part about having a boyfriend in the military was having him home with you again after a long mission.

Simon was panting softly over you and his broad shoulders blocked your view, pumping in and out of you slowly to let you both savour the moment. You quiet whimpers and gasps echoed through the room as your legs remained wrapped around his waist and hands pawing at his back. When his movements stopped, his head dropping to your shoulder, you had to stop and focus on what was happening.

you thought that he had finished - if he did, that was okay! But it was just quicker than usual. “Simon? Honey, did you cum? It’s okay if you did, I can just-..”

your words were cut off when he shook his head against your shoulder. Your hands went into his hair and gently scratched at his scalp, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek. Inside, you could feel his cock soften slowly, his body still on yours as he kept his head on your shoulder.

“M’sorry, lovie…” his soft words echoed through the room as he went to try and continue his previous actions. Your hand went to grasp his, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around him to hold him closer.

“Shhh…don’t worry, Si. Okay? Let’s just cuddle, yeah? We don’t have to have sex.” Your words were comforting, allowing him to relax completely with you. His body was pressed against yours as you kept scratching his scalp.

who needs sex when you have a big bear to cuddle?

thank you for adding me!!!🫶🫶🫶

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Part One • Part Two • Part Three • Part Four

♡ Fluff ♡

Let Simon Riley Cry 2024 ~ @themotherofhorses

OlderBf!Simon ~ @heavenbarnes

Pizza ~ @euno11a

This is... Love? [Smut] ~ @codtrashsammy

Marriage ~ @void-my-warranty

Smitten ~ @tojisun

He's Drunk :/ ~ @notspiders

Edibles ~ @httpsghostie

Viking!Simon [Dad!Simon] ~ @dante-mightdie

Can't Get It Up ~ @heavenbarnes

Can't Perform ~ @euno11a

Body Type ~ @oceantornadoo

Old Wound [Hurt/Comfort?] ~ @cntloup

Rough Mission ~ @lunarduty

when you first started your relationship with Simon, I honestly believe that he will wait until you’re asleep to link your pinkies together. This man cannot fall asleep without you touching him. And then as the relationship grows, he can fall asleep before you because he feels safe, but he has to be squeezing your pudge.

another total side note, if he ever gets uncomfortable in gathering areas, he will move straight to your side and almost like a child pull on the end of your sleeve and look away. The smallest amount of touch is comforting to him. He needs his love.

it is proven that majority of women can’t orgasm from intercourse alone. So imagine reader who can’t make herself cum, no matter how she touches her swollen little bud.

it’s becoming more annoying as you keep trying, different speeds, pressures, and angles, but nothing seems to work for you! It’s gotten to the point where you’ve quite frankly given up on even touching yourself. You’ve tried for so long, yet always get nothing.

so imagine telling Simon when he asks you, oh so kindly when on deployment, to touch yourself with him to make you both feel good. The silence over the phone when you say you can’t.

“What?”

“I just can’t. I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t work for me.”

“‘Ave ya-?”

“I’ve done everything, Simon! I can’t, okay?”

it was clear that this was something that you weren’t comfortable with talking about. It made you upset that you didn’t “function correctly” like other women. So the night Simon came home, he greeted you with a soft kiss. There wasn’t any harsh underlying emotion, just soft and sweet love. His large and calloused hands would cup your cheeks and look at your eyes, watching the slight confusion slip into your gaze.

now laying against his sturdier chest, looking at yourself in the mirror with him behind you, you knew what was happening. He gently pulled down your sleeping pants, taking his time to let his fingertips brush against every inch of your thighs, all the way down to your ankles. And soon enough, off came your panties too. He started by admiring the slight glistening of your slick right by your entrance, using his fingers to gently dip into the fluid that he loved. Dragging his fingers upwards, he brought his fingertips to the side of your clit, letting your slick be the lube for his fingers.

Simon looked at you through the mirror, keeping eye contact as his fingers pressed onto your clit. The gasp that left your lips was sudden, almost reaching down to grab his wrist, but stopping when he gave you a stern warning look. Everything felt different - his touch felt electrifying, while yours felt like watching paint dry. Why was it so different? Your eyes fluttered shut, head resting on his shoulder when he started speeding up his small circular motion. Your thighs spread a little more, shuddering when you felt a build up in your lower tummy. That burn you never felt unless you used a toy, the burn you got before you were clouded with euphoria; it was coming. You let out small squeaks and whimpers as your hips lifted and you came undone. Usually that’s when you’d stop, let your body just relax, but Simon kept a firm hand across your torso, using his leg to keep yours pinned down so he could still rub you till complete satisfaction.

once his movements slowed and he was panting along with you slightly, he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, looking at your eyes through the mirror again.

“I don’t care what time of day it is, if ye need t’cum, y’tell me and I’ll help, love. Alrigh’?”

you mustered a small nod, droopy eyes falling to the wet and sticky mess between your thighs, and the lovely hands that helped you along the way.

nap time is the best

Having the window open as your bodies are pressed together with only a thin sheet covering each other. Simon resting his head on your chest as you lazily give him head scratches - debatably the best part of it all. The sound of the rain pattering on your bedroom window making you both sleepy.

the time being filled with soft kisses to each others lips and random naps, Simon falling asleep and you pressing soft kisses to the crown of his head while taking some picture of him to add to your hidden album in your phone…

as you fall asleep, Simon litters little kisses on your chest and whispers about how a big brute like him doesn’t deserve the love you give him. But he could never figure out how even in your sleep you could figure out he was talking bad about himself, your arms wrapping around him as you nuzzle into the top of his head.

the sloppy kisses. Having you propped up on him as you lazily kiss each other, not caring that either of your tongues are basically missing each other and just aiming everywhere else except there.

but the one thing that kills me - Simon can’t help but to hum “You Are My Sunshine” to you as you fall asleep. His low voice rumbling in your ear as he rocks you gently, reminding you that your his light that gets him through a tough day at work, or through a nightmare, or a reminder of what he was blessed with to come home to.

safe to say Simon “Ghost” Riley loves nap time.

One of the most embarrassing moments for a woman, is when she unexpectedly gets her period. No pads or tampons to help save her. So sitting in the bathroom of the pub you and the task force were celebrating at was anything but ideal. You were at the bar ordering a drink when the slippery feeling began to grow between your legs. You knew it wasn’t arousal (even though Simon sat beside you the whole time) but it was also too early to get your period.

the way your eyes widened as you felt it drip down your leg and spread across your thighs brought nothing but embarrassment to your face, seeing a small drop of blood drip onto the floor beneath your skirt. Quickly running off to the bathroom, you locked yourself in a stall and let out small choked sobs. Many would say it’s natural, and you know it. But that doesn’t stop anyone from feeling embarrassed about what happened. You pulled out your phone and sent some quick texts to the first person in your contacts - ”Si Pie🫶🥧 ”

-“Ask a waitress for a pad” 16:09

-“please quickly” 16:10

sitting and waiting might have been worse than seeing the bloody mess on your thighs and down your legs. But when you heard the bathroom door open and then close, you expected a woman to slip you a pad that Simon gave her under the door, but instead there were Salomon hiking boots and a deep voice.

“open up, love.” The low voice brought comfort, stuffing your panties with tissue quickly and the pulling your skirt down to open the door.

the moment you saw his eyes soften at you under the balaclava, you broke out into tears once again. He gently pulled you into his arms and rubbed your sides to soothe you. “No need to feel embarrassed, a’righ? Just clean yerself up ‘nd we’ll go back out together.”

listening to him, you went back into the stall, cleaned yourself up to the best of your abilities and then walked out to see Simon leaning against a wall. He motioned for you to walk ahead, gently placing a hand on your lower back to massage away some cramps. Once back at the booth, there was a glass of water in your spot. Everyone continued to chatter, as did you, feeing yourself ease up as Simon linked his arm around you and rubbed your lower tummy.

what a good soldier he was.

ghost telling you you’ve always been his ‘marry’ when he gets randomly pulled into a game of ‘fuck, marry, kill.’

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WEDDING DAY , simon “ghost” x fem reader

(suffocating in fluff > <!!)

very rushed, I’m tired and it’s 4hr30am so gn!

WARNINGS: none! happy crying!

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R/N rarely cried. Not that she wasn’t sensitive or cold blooded she just learned out to manage her emotions. Today was an important day for both y/n and Simon. Not once did she believe she would be getting married to such a man. A man who was hurting but kept it together, for her. “Love sucks when you’ve got a broken heart” the both of you have been through hell and back, and through some but managed to keep it together throughout the last three years.

R/N’s father had passed away, and when he did she was just little, and not knowing the rest of her brought her to wonder just how this day would play out. No family, an orphan who wasn’t so alone anymore. She didn’t know who would walk her down the isle till Simon somehow brought up the conversation with none other than Price. He knew Price and her had such a bond together that a father and daughter could only understand.

Asking him to do it felt like a challenge for Simon. Everyone knew Simon wanted the best for his Fiancé, and if he had to push himself out of his own boundary for her he would do it without any question.

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She was beautiful to Simon. Her dress in an off white, sticking perfectly to each and every curve. Everyone was in awe at her beauty. Her arm was now being linked with Prices arm, smiling as he did so.

“Come on love” He said, watching the girl tear up with every peaceful stride down the isle.

R/N smiled when she saw Simon. His tuxedo all black and justifying his muscles subtly. Of course they made their own rules, his balaclava was on at the beginning. He took it off once R/N’a veil was flipped, and there it began.Words were given from the man who would be marrying the couple, till Simon grabbed R/N’s hands into his. His hands were calloused, but none the less felt comforting in the stress and unity of the moment.

He couldn’t stop his gaze from staying out on the bride, and R/N couldn’t help but look into those beautiful eyes of his. It got to the point where staring made everything distorted as if no one else in the room was there except them.

The two were now told to share one another’s vows.

“Simon, if everything I wanted to say about you was put on this piece of paper I’d be reading till my jaw was in pain and till my lungs give out. You had caught me at a bad place three years back and I couldn’t thank you enough for just being there with me. Though neither you or I have truly been happy with our lives and how we chose to live them, just know…you have shaped me to finally become happy with how I live my life and to keep living my life. I’ll always choose you, you’ll never be a second option, you are my second half. Simon, I love you… you are who has shaped me to who I am and who I will keep being. I hope you stay long enough to live this joy out with me till the day I die.”

R/N couldn’t bring herself to look around the room. The sniffling of the congregation, of her and Simon’s friends told the answer. The girl couldn’t even look at Simon till she felt it was necessary. He wasn’t crying, but you could tell the tears in his flooded waterline was sooner or later going to explode.

“R/N, not most people see me to be the kind of guy to do a lot of things because of how I act. I’ve been told how I behave or what kinds of decisions shape who I will and have become. I don’t believe them anymore, being scared simply what others think. This is a decision I made, and it’s one of the best decisions I have made. Where we are today, standing here together is what I believe is confidence, because you motivate me to be that guy who is confident. Our lives aren’t perfect but putting the past in it’s place and creating new memories to override the old ones is a once in a lifetime chance. I wouldn’t give up to make new memories with anyone else but you. I love you, R/N.”

At this point with the copious amount of crying R/N did, her makeup was running. There wasn’t a point in fixing it or trying to because the tears wouldn’t stop. Simon raised a hand to wipe her tears and try and fix R/Ns makeup with a quick wipe under her eyes, but to no avail did the makeup look a little bit better.

Already holding hands, more words were spoken about both of there vows till rings had to be exchanged. His ring was all black and custom made for Simon. You made sure it was military grade and would never bend while doing his job. Simons ring to you was so beautiful almost everyday for the last year you got compliments about its beauty. The diamond wasn’t too big but you liked how dainty it was, held in place by the bands hooks. It really wasn’t how big the diamond is it’s the reason it was picked and the thought of it being on your finger till being parted by death.

“R/N, Do your take Simon Riley to be your husband?” The wedding officiant asked looking at you as you immediately shook your head yes, followed by an “I do”

“Simon, do you take R/N L/N to be your wedded wife?” His smile was so pure, one I didn’t see all too much but today was a day where I knew there truly was love pouring throught both of us.

“I do.”

ⓒzxvak47

MINE ALL MINE, simon “ghost” riley

word count : 775

summary: simon and you were one confusing blend and as time went on the both of you parted ways. little did you know this wasn't the end

warnings: arguing? angst, fluff

song : My Love Mine All Mine, Mitski

So, when I die, which I must do

could it shine down here with you?

1 month earlier

"Simon..." you paused. For the last few weeks nothing was the same with you and Simon. It wasn't that he was gone all the time but just his demeanour wasn't the same. Most days you would come home to Simon in his Ghost balaclava and everyone knew what that meant. He was cold, or hostile then would come back hours later to apologize as Simon. You couldn't keep playing this game and once you offered a hand for help he refused. You were determined to make it work, but he wasn't.

"I'm not going to keep arguing..." you said clearly tired with all the bickering.

"It only took so long for you to give up on me" He argued, intentionally looking to egg you on.

"I'm not giving up Simon I'm just-"

"Your just what?!" You two were so happy before these last two weeks and it only made you wonder what went so wrong. What did you do? What didn't you do?  But not once did you say to yourself that it was just 'Simon being Simon'.

"I am done! I can't stand to not do something about how you've been acting! Just... please go." You said, tears welling into your waterline as he stared coldly into your eyes, his own trying to find some sense into the mistake he was making by leaving you in that living room alone a crying mess.

-

There was no doubt Simon missed you. He wanted to call you back, answer all those voicemails of your soft and trembling voice.

"I know, and I'm sorry for the messages. I'm trying because I miss you... if I didn't try to get ahold of you I think I'd feel pretty bad about myself. Simon... just know that I'm here when you need me. You can come back to me when you need me, whenever you're ready...Goodbye." 

You had sent that message three days ago and he would listen to it when he got the chance to be alone which was more often then usual now that you were gone. It was the same for you. You left voicemails after each call he didn't answer and each time you hoped just a al little bit that he would pick up the phone. He never did but you still hoped and had faith. He loved that about you. How you kept him happy and positive and how you two were one in the same. You can’t give that up, and he realized that now.

The ring if the door bell was heard in the other side of the door as Simons hand fell back to his side. He knew she cared, but what if it was too late for him to come back? How can he just let something, someone like her just leave?

The door opened and he looked up to the girl, removing his balaclava as you gave him a half smile, his eyes looking into yours waiting for you to give in and to which you did. You attached yourself to his torso hugging him in hopes he was really here to stay. He hugged back, resting his head on-top of yours as he gently caressed your back.

You gently let go of him as you held his hand pulling him inside.

You two wound up upstairs, your mouths like magnets. All he wanted was to be with you and vise-versa. He stopped though, letting you take a second to sit back. His hand held yours before he explained his reasoning.

“I don’t want you to think I only came back for the sex…let’s not tonight okay?” He said, his thumb gently gracing over the back of your hand. You smiled at him and kissed him once more.

“Okay” Not even devastated in the slightest, you fell back into his arms as he held you close to his own body. Neither of you needed to converse about what your place was with one another because you both knew it. Simon wanted to keep you safe at all costs, you were his main priority not even himself. You just wanted to make him feel like himself, let him enjoy his life without thinking of his past.

“I’m glad you came home” he looked down at you, swiping his fingers through your hair before pressing a kiss on your head

“Me too.”

Simon was about to make another cut on the man's already maimed face when the phone rang up.

“Would you look at that ?” He smiled, his grin cocky as he flashed your caller Id, saved lovingly as Babe, a red heart too. The man in question had eyes puffed and bruised beyond vision and Ghost only relished in the torture.

“Now keep your pathetic excuse of a mouth shut while I talk to my sweet love.” His words were dagger sharp, glaring as he wiped his hands, bloodied and bruised.

“Baby !” You chirped on the phone, Ghost smiled, heart melting at your voice.

“Haven't you slept yet darling, come on, it's past your bedtime.” He teased you, you whined, scoffing at bedtime.

“I can't sleep without you.” You whispered softly in the phone, Simon cocked his head as the man, tied and on the edge to death whimpered, his expressions hardened and he brought a finger to his mouth, Simon shaked his head at the man, making a throat slashing sign, the man clamped his mouth shut, a sob dying in his beaten throat.

“I am coming home to my sweetheart, with icecream if you be a good girl.” He added with soft chuckle, Simon bit his lips when he heard you giggle on the other side.

“Be quick, I am waiting.” You purred, he was sure you pouted and he so, so wanted to kiss your lips, softly and delicately, like you were made to be cared for.

Simon reluctantly ended the call, kissing the screen as if it were your face, finally turning with devilish look in his eyes.

“Would you like mint chocolate or strawberry ?” He asked, flexing a gun in his slender hands, the man was shaking his head profusely, sobbing almost, trying to free himself.

“Didn't you hear bastard ?” Simon snarled, the man winced, " she can't sleep without me so you better be quick."

“Mi...mi...min...” He stumbled against his words, wincing at every second.

“Too bad.” Simon said nonchalantly, pulling the trigger, “M' sugar likes strawberry more.”

Part 2

Masterlist

Serial killer! Simon Riley x afab!reader | for @softiecakess

Simon opened the door soundlessly, not wanting to wake you up if were asleep, he opened the refrigerator as he sat the strawberry ice cream tub in freezer, his eyes darted towards the doorway when he saw you, your blanket hoisted up like a cape. His smile broke into a grin when you rushed to him, jumping up in his lap and wrapping your legs around his waist, he twirled you around with a kiss in your hair, sniffing the warmth and a scent that screamed, home.

" you're home ! " You kissed his cheek, the skin under his eyes, his nose tip, his chin, the corner of mouth, twinkling as he bumped his nose to yours, warmth spreading and tingling under your skin.

" I am home." He whsipered, bringing your knuckles to his lips as he kissed each with tender and raw affection, you gaze dropped to his hands, his skin was scrapped. You frowned up at him, he exhaled softly.

" Where did you get them ? " You narrowed your eyes as he walked into bedroom, Simon shrugged it off with a hard kiss pressed to your mouth and all your thoughts vanished with the feel of his tongue prying it's way in you, his teeth nibbling softly on your soft lips, urging obscene noises from you. He placed you down on the soft bed with a delicate palm behind your neck, and held you there with his arms pinning your wrist above you head, your mouth arching up for more, more of him and his feel.

" Just a guy, nothing much." He kissed your your jaw as he left the words, trailing your skin, he never left any questions unanswered, never lied.

" Oh." You moaned, " You okay? not hurt— don't get into fights..ah," His hands slid under your shirt, gripping your soft warm flesh, " I don't want to see you hurt.." it came shaky and almost lost when Simon's mouth curved in delight, he pulled your shirt above your head, giving your wrist a break.

" ofcourse princess." He kissed your collarbone, looking deep into your eyes as he lowered his mouth to catch your hardened nipple between his lips, his eyes dazzling as you arched back, panting his name, again and again and again.

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" Strawberry or chocolate ? " He cocked his lips, watching you with a devouring hunger, hands shuffling in the drawer.

" Strawberry...." You dazed, your cheeks warm and flushed as Simon bent down to kiss your sweaty forehead.

" I knew it babe." He chuckled, like he knew something you didn't.

Masterlist

Clingy!Simon Riley who's having a heart bloom when he see's you with Cherry in the dog adoption centre.

Clingy! Simon Riley who loves to see you play with Cherry in park and obviously gets a baby fever when he saw you with little kids.

Clingy! Simon Riley who get's only a little jealous when he can't sleep in your lap when Cherry is already claiming it.

Clingy! Simon Riley who stiffles a whine when you are not home, walking Cherry out while he so wants to kiss you, feel you and love you.

Clingy! Simon Riley who hates the worry that crosses your eyes when Cherry gets sick, hates how the skin under eyes turns bruising purple with the lack of sleep as you both sit there, cradling your little baby Cherry.

Clingy! Simon Riley who can't fuck you on the kitchen counter when Cherry is wiggling it's tail, wanting more in the clean licked bowl.

Clingy! Simon Riley who's so desperate and jealous that he has to call Soap in the middle of the night, begging him to steal Cherry.

Clingy! Simon Riley who changes his mind as he loves how soft and angelic you look with the furry little attention seeker beast snuggled to you, his family, his home, much dismay to a annoyed Soap who's bristling outside your apartment.

Clingy! Simon Riley who joins you and Cherry in bed, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kisses your forehead and then Cherry's.

Clingy! Simon Riley who chuckles softly when you nuzzle closer to him, whispering a sleepy 'I love you'

Clingy! Simon Riley who takes out Cherry for a walk when you were tired, melting when Cherry runs to lick your face as little beasty spots you on the doorstep, " We both love mama, don't we Cherry ? " He smiles, kissing your nose tip as Cherry wiggled and circled around mama and dada.

Masterlist

For my fiance @herdarkangel

" It's okay baby, leave him." You grabbed Simon's hand, too big against yours but the effect wasn't, his gaze softened when he met yours, you had seen the murderous glare he gave that man.

" But—"

" he doesn't deserve it babe, c'mon, let's not ruin our date." You hopped on your feet, dragging him with you not that you could but he simply allowed himself, squeezing your hand gently as he leaned to kiss each knuckle.

" You're an angel." Simon smiled, his eyes filled with warmth as he carried the books along.

" and you're my angel ! " You grabbed his collar, pulling him in a kiss, you were almost sure that Simon was going to kill him, but Simon didn't pick up fights, never when you told him not to, he kept out of trouble. Angel

" Ofcourse." Simon peppered, glancing at the other lane but the man who ' accidentally ' grabbed your butt was gone.

—

Simon was reluctant but it has to be done, he took your arm that was wrapped around him and placed it on the pillow, sliding away as his foot touched the cold floor, how much he just wanted to be wrapped in your warmth and smell, you looked extra angelic when you were asleep. He pressed down a kiss on your forehead, sighing deeply.

He didn't like lying to you but you were just too good of a girl, always forgiving, always nice, always angel and these fuckers, they just didn't deserve any of it. He locked the door as he made his way to his workshop, humming along a song you liked very much, thinking about making pancakes for you tommorow.

The workshop was dark with it's steel and iron, he didn't bother to light it up as he pulled a vase aside, revealing a switch he turned up, a creaking noise followed and small space opened down the floor, revealing a steep staircase.

He heard it, his heart relished as he did, the sobbing was like music, Simon descended down the stairs, a smirk plastered to his face

" Hi Bastard" He opened the lights, the man in question squeezed his eyes, his whole body bleeding with ropes too tight against his naked body.

" ple...plea.. please." He croaked, Simon made sure to keep his mouth open because how wonderful it would be to scream and scream and have no one to hear, blood brilliant.

Simon grabbed a nail, placing it between the bruised man's knuckles, he had duct taped his wrist to a table.

" oops." Simon said nonchalantly, as the man screamed with his dry throat, the hammer striking on his middle finger on instead.

" ... please...I be..g " he was howling, Simon shaked his head, looking at the nail that was yet to be penetrated.

" My girl is very soft you know, very sensitive my cupcake." He said, placing sharp edge of the nail on his index finger, looking into his eyes while the man cried back in horror, " I understand that was an accident."

" sorry...so..AHAH ! " He shrieked when the hammer hit the nail, blood splashing out.

" you touched her with these filthy fingers, didn't you ? " Simon sighed, his eyes glinted when the man broke into a cry, big tears mixing with blood as the came down his pathetic face.

" perhaps it was the left hand, don't you think ? " He perked up, the man shaked his head profusely, throat unable to form a scream as Simon shifted his gaze to the left hand, " Oh, you think so too." Simon whispered it down, revealing a box full of nails.

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i know it's my period talking but hear me out !!! Simon Riley who just wants to spoil you <3

Like imagine him passing a bookstore and immediately thinking of the books you had mentioned once or twice, then surprising you in evening with a peck on your cheeks and a stack of books.

Like can you imagine Simon, shirtless, his muscular abs glistening with moonshine as he makes you dinner while you sit on the counter watching him with love.

Okay but how about Simon watching makeup tutorials, later having you on your lap, eyes narrowing as he applies the mascara, and groaning when you move because damn, you got him hard as a rod.

And Simon being a daddy, you need this babygurl ?! Here, this ?! Here, want new summer dresses, he got you ! Because holy Fuckity fuck— you look so cute.

Also don't get me started about gifts because he's going to spoil you so bad, chocolates and perfumes and books and albums and concert dates !!! If people gawk at a large man with his skully balaclava, walking around the art gallery with his cute little girlfriend then let it be.

how cute he gets when he takes care of you !!! Making stars and circles and cosmic love to you while you are on your periods, making you all your favourite dishes and braiding you hair in pattern like you had seen on Pinterest. Scolding you when you don't take care of yourself enough, because who's gonna hold you like him ? Who's gonna love you like him ?

Nobody. No-fucking-body.

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Simon was just miserable and he knew it, walking down the street with his mouth clasped in a bitter line, ready to advance at any minor inconvenience and that's when he bumps into you— your coffee spilling over his coat, books scattered across the pavement, his heart hooked for a moment.

“ I..” you shaked your head profusely, “ am so sorry, sir.”

Instantly you pulled out your handkerchief, dabbing at his shoulder, eyes crinkling at him because he's just gobsmacked, not uttering a single word, just gawking back like a dead bird.

His eyes softened as he stared you up and down, then he bent down to gather all your books, blinking at your sight, taking in your softness and flowery scent.

“ Are you okay sir ? ” you asked him, taking the books while you were still unsure about the stain on his coat.

“ I am sorry.” He cleared his throat, “ Should ave seen you coming.”

“oh.”

“ I..can I buy you coffee miss ? ” He asked, it was a beaming sight to see a man big as him so flustered, you smiled, looking at his stained coat, “ Sure, ofcourse.”

You would either buy him a new one or wash this one.

It was only a matter of time for miss became missus, but Simon was never miserable again, never with you.

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Something bout' Simon being shy and awakard around you and especially not no.1 fan of coffee and cafes, so ofcourse it fell upon Soap to drag him practically while he sulked and brooded, his frown was glaring through his masked face but that was until you stood up from behind the counter, a smile plastered to your face and the way your eyes crinkled oh, Simon wasn't the one for bells ringing and soft music in the background but in that moment he knew what the chaos was all about because damn, he was such a goner, your smile was the most beautiful thing about you, and the twinkle of your eyes and the flutter of your lashes and the scrunching of your neck and...wait—fuck..you were looking at him—oh no, fuck.

“....Sir, What would like to order ?” you said, tilting your head and was it... Simon wasn't blushing or was he ? It was evident with the way Soap groaned next to him that the question has been repeated.

“Oh, he loves chocolate muffin! And—”Soap clicked his tongue, poking Ghost on his arm and un freezing him from the fucking goddamn awakening, because it surely felt like that, his heart never quite paced as it was now and let alone the heat that crept up his whole face, he wasn't about to say anything about the tug down his navel, such effect you had on him, just by the blaze of your eyes and a sprinkle of your smile.

“ —Cappuccino with the heart on !” for a fact, He didn't like coffee and let alone the heart but Simon realised how nothing mattered as long as it made you smile.

“ Thankyou, Please take a seat.” Your eyes flickered to the big man, only his eyes visible that never left yours.

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“ Was that a pathetic attempt at flirting?” John propped on his elbow, nursing his banana pie, a very eccentric taste of his.

“What ?” Simon made no effort to tear his gaze off you while you catered to another customer.

“ fuck, you are staring ! Stop staring bastard.”

“ Drink your bloody coffee.” Simon reluctantly turned to his smirking cheeky face, John pushed forward the Cappuccino cup with a heart that you had served moments ago, resulting a very awakard Simon who knocked off a plate when his fingers brushed yours. Pathetic, yes.

“ So...you like her ?” John shaked his head in a sloppy way. A smile crossed his face, enough to make him bite his lips, he glanced back at you, happily taking out pineapple pastry.

“That's missus you're talking bout'.”

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Take a look at my gf trend with Simon

“No way !” Soap annouced smugly,“ Ghost would be caught dead than doing—”

“ Will this do cupcake ?” The door of your bedroom fell ajar, Simon stepped out, his enormous hands carrying a small dainty Polaroid of him in his whole gear.

“—a stupid trend.” But the words were passed away in a gasp, He frowned at your boyfriend or his comrade in war field.

You winked at him, balancing a smirk as you hopped to your big man, taking a look at the Polaroid and giving him your most jovial nod while he leaned to peck your head.

“ Who are you ?? And what have to done to our lieutenant!?” John said accusingly, his face scowling in humour.

“Get ya' ass out, peanut and I need to film a video.” Simon wrapped his arms around your waist, while he waved his Polaroid from other to the door.

“ Or you can help us film it.” You laughed, making him scoff, 'as if'.

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Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here—

You waved the Polaroid of your man happily in the camera, Simon's big fingers stopped the video and then he looked up at you.

“Oh my god ! I love you so much babe.” You giggled and told him cheekily, a flush creeped your face and neck as he adjusted himself behind the Polaroid, he was your big-big man, with his puffed chest and wide shoulders and muscled arms, his skully balaclava still on his face and you were he grinned at you, the way his hand rested on the small of your back.

“Anything for my princess.” He said with a glint in his eyes, and you just wanted to kiss him square on his mouth, hard and forever.

You un paused the video, 3,2,1-

… Take a look at my girlfriend

You pulled back the Polaroid, revealing your big man and Riley baby pulled you to him, cupping your whole body as he flicked up his balaclava enough to kiss you through the audio was done, your shirt riding up as climbed on your tip toes despite Simon was leaning his best to claim you.

Some time later while your clothes were tossed somewhere and you were resting on his chest, re-watching the draft.

“ We need to shoot it again.” You huffed, trying your best mock glare at him, he watched your with oozing love, putting his finger under your chin.

“Ofcourse Princess...Got distracted this time.” He smirked, and you just about died.

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Grim Reaper! Simon

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Simon's the one to take words for what they are, not that you mind but sometimes it gets so freaking cute that you just wanna tackle the big muscular man and pull his cheeks and bump his nose and kiss him hard while calling him all those cute silky names.

So it happened like that, you were out of milk and cereal was already in your bowl, one look at Simon and he was getting his keys.

“Take care, love.” You called after him, returning to your milk-less bowl and colourful cereals.

Five minutes later your phone buzzed with your boyfriend's caller id, a smile crossed your face as you picked up.

“Hello...I reached safely baby.” He said, a breath, “ I took care.” and there was dead silence except a mother scolding her toddler nearby, No, put it down...Asher put. It. Down.

“Okay babe.” you closed your eyes, stomach getting giddy, this man was gonna be the death of you, just AHHHHHHHH!!!!

“Want anything else, Cupcake ?” You can already imagine him filling cart with all of your favourite snacks, him asking was jus' mere courtesy.

“ No, just milk...wait bring ice cream too and maybe some pasta for dinner.” You are gonna treat him so right, you thought, like he deserves and just he comes back home to you, you are gonna take real good care of him.

“Also Simon baby, take care of yourself for me, right ?”

“Right...I will.” and you know he's blushing.

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