#simom riley x reader

[elysianightsss]

Saudade playlist

La petite fille de la mer - remastered ~ Vangelis

Golden brown x Love Story Slowed Orchestral Version ~ Witch Requiem

Caribbean Blue Orchestral Version ~ Witch Requiem

War Of Hearts (Violin) ~ Dramatic Violin

Golden Brown x Love Story ~ Elliot Sutton

Love Story Version Orchestrale ~ Indila

Caribbean Blue - 2009 Remaster ~ Enya

Concertina Ballerina ~ Alternative Radio

Once Upon a Dream ~ Lana Del Rey

Young and Beautiful (Violin) ~ Dramatic Violin

Salvatore (Violin) ~ Dramatic Violin

As The World Caves In (Violin) ~ Dramatic Violin

Phascination Phase ~ Carter Burwell, The City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra

Sofia ~ Askjell, Iris Caltwait, AURORA

Once Upon A December ~ Alexander Joseph

Alice's Theme ~ Danny Elfman

Fairytale (Violin) ~ Dramatic Violin

Why'd You Only Call Me When you're high (Violin) ~ Dramatic Violin

Runaway (Violin) ~ Dramatic Violin

I wanna be yours (Violin) ~ Dramatic Violin

Luminary ~ Joel Sunny

Freya ~ Christian Reindl, Lucie Paradis

pov ~ Strings From Paris

Confident - stripped ~ Archer Marsh

Lights - Stripped ~ Archer Marsh

How Deep Is Your Love ~ Kiris Houston

[leexha714]

Football coach!Simon riley x librarian!reader

fluff. that’s its. i’m still learning.

This wasn’t at all how you expected your Friday evening to play out. Your fingers clutched tight at an eraser, zigzagging the thing back and forth over stubborn doodles that the juniors had stupidly left behind.

Your brows furrowed together with enough force that your annoyance could be seen a mile away, and who other than Simon Riley, the high school football coach, who got to witness it himself from the hallway.

He thought such a pretty thing like yourself shouldn’t get so worked up, even if he did find that pinched look on your face irresistible. The way your bottom lip worried between your teeth and the loose pieces of hair from your braid swayed with every vigorous movement you dealt towards those marked pages.

“Looks like em pages personally offended you, love.” He states with a tight expression, like watching you work this hard physically pains the man.

Your head snaps up the moment you hear that familiar accent, the one you’ve gotten so used to hearing when he would pop up out of nowhere, which was often.

“More like the students who keep doodling crap in them…” You huff loudly as you slam the book closed before you finally find those dark brown eyes of his steadily watching. You softened, like you always do for him, almost like it were second nature.

“Sorry , si, m’just tired… Wanna go home already…”

Those stubborn heart strings of his tugged to life at the way you softened, down to your relaxed expression and the soft lilt to your voice, laced with fatigue from a long day of dealing with moody teenagers.

He just had to do something to help his irresistibly cute librarian! So the next day he asked the boys he coached, bribed them with “training” that could easily get them out of any of the classes they pleased, and boy did they talk fast.

“I know for a fact tha lot of you don’t even pay attention in class, tha faster you talk tha more inclined I feel to pass these out.”

He held up three free class slips, waving them around at the bunch of them like they were hungry dogs eager for a treat, and that’s when the three closest guys on the team happily gave up the information.

Come to find out, it was the pompous tennis team, the kind that didn’t see the value in things that weren’t their own. Who cared if they scribbled away in books? Marked up pages? It’s not like it came out of their ridiculously fat wallets.

But Simon cared, (not so much about the books, he was never much of a reader) but more so about you and the effort you put in. It was endearing the way you gently handled every book in your possession, like each one was more or of equal importance than the last. He’s witnessed on coincidental planned lunch breaks in the teachers’ lounge how you practically glowed when you talked about different literature from all kinds of genres.

The way your eyes sparkled and your hands moved about as you explained your likes and dislikes down to every single detail, the way your eyes crinkled when you just couldn’t contain the smiles from tugging at your lips.

Hell, he could listen to you go on and on all night if you’d let him, but how is he ever going to get the chance to ask you out when you’re stuck here on nights like these?

Well, he knows how to now.

When Monday comes around, you’re prepared to tend to your poor abused books by the end of the day, eraser in hand and ready. Instead, you’re surprised to see six boys, the tennis team to be exact, and each of them is carrying a stack of books. Your brows pinch together in confusion as they settle them across the check-out counter, and then you hear a whistle.

You turn towards the entrance to see a pleased Simon. His arms are crossed over his chest, eyes sharp as he stares down every single one of the boys before he clicks his tongue, nodding his head towards the exit as their cue to leave. They all but scramble, hurriedly moving their feet as they slip out of the room.

After an entertaining display of Simon’s authority, he walks over to the counter with a proud smile that tugs at his lips and his stride speaks volume of victory, one that you find both amusing and cute.

“so this is all your doing huh?” you grabbed a book from the highest stack before running your fingers over the cover and flipping its pages, finding not even a single one marked. You smiled to yourself, feeling a certain tug at your chest that was becoming all too familiar when he came around.

“couldn’t stand by darlin..no need for you to spend your precious nights here when you could be somewhere better…” he says it like its a simple statement but it sounds more loaded than anything.

“somewhere better? and what exactly does that mean?” you hummed softly, pushing the book aside as you settled your chin in your palm, looking up at him with those doe like eyes and a warm smile that he can practically feel on his skin.

“means i’d like to take you out for coffee and you can tell me about the latest book your reading, how’s that sound lovie?”

“-yes.” you blurt it out faster than you realize as you grab your bag and coat before rounding the counter, setting yourself against his side as you boldly hook an arm around his own.

“my car or yours?” you smiled softly with red dusted cheeks and that same spark in your eyes he’s grown to adore.

he’s exactly where he wants to be.

[leexha714]

idk if this sounds good, this is literally my first time writing anything. be nice to me please. :,)

simon riley one-shot with reader! some fluff, he’s honestly a sweetheart.

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You look like a fish out of water, mouth gaping for air, nose annoyingly stuffed as you struggle to fight this stupid cold. It all started with one act of kindness. Curse your big heart.

You just had to help out your sister, agreeing to watch your little gremlin of a nephew, Caleb, while she went out into the bustling city,eager to visit their various pubs.

At least you had Simon to help you out, and he was an absolute godsend. The man was a natural when it came to kids, surprisingly that is, considering how intimidating he can seem. Your adorably patient boyfriend had suggested going to the park, something to wear the kid out and let him have his fun.

“Let’em run round doll, he’s bound to get tired after a while, yeah?…”

That option sounded a lot better than imagining him running around the flat, toys being strung around the floor for you to inevitably trip over.

“…Well, that settles it, everybody, slip your shoes on!…” You beamed in that excited tone that always got Caleb hyped up. He clumsily slipped on his light-up Crocs, chunky little fingers slipping those suckers into sport mode before he bolted to the door, tugging Simon along with barely contained squeal.

You couldn’t help the slight tug at your lips when you watched Simon buckle him into his car seat all practiced ease and speed before starting up the truck, the rough rumble of it making Caleb grow restless as he called out from the open window.

“Hurry, aunty!! You’re too slow!!” Simon chuckled from the driver’s seat, flashing that crooked smile as you settled Caleb’s Spider-Man backpack over your shoulder before hurriedly jumping into the passenger.

The ride was chaotic to say the least. Between Caleb asking for his snacks and belting out to Simon’s divorced dad rock, you could only chuckle at the thought of your little nephew coming back home, completely exhausted and ready for bed.

Simon turned right at the last block, one hand settled at the wheel while the other found purchase at your thigh, index finger tapping to the tempo of the song as he pulled into the parking spot.

“Alright, Caleb, remember to stay close where we can see you…” You gave him one of those signature looks like his mom does, and it seems To work when he gives you an eager nod before he’s jumping out of his car seat, running off towards the biggest slide.

Suddenly, Simon brushes against your side, tangling his hand with yours as he leads you to a bench. “Looks like he’s already made a friend.” He chuckles as you both take a seat beneath the tree.

You look out and find Caleb running around with another little boy as they scream and giggle excitedly.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” You hum softly as you look up from where you’re tucked against his chest. “And how you’re an absolute genius? Your best idea yet, babe.” You gestured a pointed finger to your nephew as he swung on the monkey bar. “He’s going to drop once we get home, and it’s all because of your incredibly smart and sexy brain.”

This earns you a huff from Simon, his lips twitching into a smirk hearing you praise him with that soft lilt in your voice that always scratches his brain just the right way.

“Ain’t gotta worry your pretty lil head, luvie. Just doin’ what I can to help.” He settles with a kiss to the top of your head as his arm snakes around your waist. All seems right with the world as you sag against his side. Birds chirp, and the kids squeal and laugh excitedly, nothing could go wrong…….

Until it did.

It was harmless fun. The boys were scooping up gravel and setting it into make-believe plates like food, babbling on about whatever 5-year-olds talk about, and then it all goes downhill. The other little boy halts, his expression looking uneasy as you sit up, suddenly alert with worry.

He sneezes. Okay, not that bad. He could’ve sneezed in his sleeve, but what 5-year-old would? You reach in your purse, digging for the travel-size hand sanitizer you keep tucked away.

Just as you look back, moving to slip from the bench, you notice the kid looking paler this time. No, no, no, no. You’ve seen that look before. He’s going to puke.

his eyes suddenly flutter in attempt to keep it at bay, little hands grasping at his stomach as his cheeks puff up. “caleb! cmere now!” you yell out frantically, but it’s too late.

it’s spews out too quick, landing on the front of caleb’s favorite shirt. he absolutely freaks as he wastes no time running in your direction, tears building in his honey brown eyes as he cries out to you, “HE PUKED OM ME!!”

simon moves as quick as you do, your brains practically syncing up as you strip the soiled shirt off caleb, trying to console him as best you can while simon slips his own t-shirt off, handing it over without a second thought.

you slip the clean fabric over your weeping nephew as it practically swallows his small frame before scooping him up in your arms. the tiny culprit is long gone amongst the chaos, no doubt running back to the nearer houses facing the park.

“cmon, let’s get him back and run a bath..” you murmur to your very much shirtless boyfriend. he’s a saint, a hot one at that for giving up his clothing. he wastes no time, ushering you into the truck as caleb clings to you and he starts up the engine.

doesn’t take long getting back to your place and getting him into the tub with as many bubbles as he wanted and all toys he’s could fit. you scrubbed gently at his face as you knelt along the side, making sure to wash away the smell and stickiness.

he looks up at you, little hands playing with the bubbles and blowing them up in the air for them to land on his nose. it tickles just enough that he sneezes on you, boogers and all.

“mmm, thank you so much for that..” you speak tight lipped with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, but he’s non the wiser as he beams, wiping your face to help clean you off only to spread those germs. that’s all it took.

now you lay in bed, practically lifeless as you whine with frustration, used tissues lay haphazardly on your sheets, surrounding you, mocking you, because no matter how many times you blow your nose, you never feel the relief.

simon finally pops back in from being in the kitchen, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and cough medicine before he settles at your side, propping you up with the fluffiest pillows and placing a kiss to your forehead, “your worst idea ever…” you huff before he lovingly brings the spoon to your lips.

[bittersweetlyblue]

lt!simon ghost riley who’s always seen you around as the bases nurse but never actually seen you until you had to tend for him after a particularly difficult mission

lt!simon ghost riley who’s grateful for the mask that he believes covers his intense gaze as he stares at you, gazing at the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his entire life

lt!simon ghost riley who comes a lot more to the infirmary - and insists that the injuries he’s accumulated has absoloutely nothing to do with you attending to him every time

lt!simon ghost riley who earns a sigh from his friends, price and soap, every time he opens his mouth because they just knows it’s about you

lt!simon ghost riley who does not stop thinking about you and your gentle hands

lt!simon ghost riley who finally musters up the courage to speak to you the next time you’re bandaging up his arm and says, “wha’s yer name?” and when you tell him, you’d think he’s just won the lottery

lt!simon ghost riley who has no idea how he manages to keep the conversation going, praising himself for how collected he’s been

lt!simon ghost riley who accidentally blurts out, “yer a goddess, yer know that?” and finds your blush to match his own as he realises what he just said

lt!simon ghost riley who, at the end of the session, somehow manages up with your number in his phone and won’t stop telling price and soap about the interaction for the millionth time in a day

lt!simon ghost riley who leaves flowers for you with a “hope you like em, someone told me theyre your favourite” and awaits your response

─── © #BITTERSWEETLYBLUE. do not copy, translate, edit my work then claim it as your own, attempt to plagarise or repost iton any other website nor feed into AI. you will be blocked.

[rueharley]

Simon Riley ~ Heartbreak masterlist

I think I found hell.

And Simon was trying to pull himself out, but since you left he hasn't been thinking straight. Mind plagued with more darkness than his entire life complied into one single thought.

He hears you everywhere he goes, sees you in the corner of his eye like an angel; his salvation. But the crunchy static that is his grief is hard to overlook.

In the morning glow he would lay in his bed with you. His Manchester apartment has never been in heaven until you came. Wrapping everything around you in this soft golden light.

He hasn't cried since he was a child, but into his alcohol tainted hands he weeps like an abandoned one. He doesn't understand why he's at the bottom of a bottle or why hes thinking about his parents. He doesn't understand love, but he's getting an idea of why people call it heartbreak.

Humans have always been a little too influenced by love, no other animal would severe themselves like this; breeding the origins of desecration inside your own chest.

You opened up like a flower, and he kissed every inch of your naked skin. And when you took his hand he used to think you might float away - you were too damn dreamy to ever be real.

Like a desperate man he began to pray to anything that'll listen but his mouth is dirty and that is what's different about you and him, they always listen to you - he knows why they do; he'd listen to anything you say too.

He is nothing without your love.

But he can't find his voice to ask for mercy, to fall onto his knees and beg for some scrap of you. Everything about him is brutal, his voice harsh, his job violent, his metaphors about killing two birds with one stone; all he knew was that these are not what fairytales are built from.

You deserve a perfect life, one filled with with all the beauty you could imagine. Soft mornings with the scent of coffee swirling in the air, a pet that snuggles up with you, and a lover who would put your hand on his chest every night, whispering long promises of devotion, of safety, of his love.

And he can guess the ending.

You've always been on fire, and he's imagined a forever where your love cradles him. And he's spent long enough chewing his lip to try to understand why it's unconditional.

Why you still check up on him after everything; When he's broken and drunk you come into his apartment, holding your heart open and your eyes soft.

The place turns upside down, the murk and neglect painting silhouettes across the walls that never were actually closing in. And in its wreckage is one gentle dancing light - you.

And he can't touch it, because he's right back where he started. Deeply in love.

You speak as you have always done, it's so pretty - so destructive - and his eyes sting like there were rivers filled with sharp, crushed hearts, flowing behind them.

Words spill over your soft lips, asking how he's been, and he wonders, does he really have to say it?

It hung around around him in the shape of empty bottles and drawn curtains. It whispered in the corners of the room, it whined from inside his chest.

He hopes you don't think he's being creul just because he's silent; he's not angry. He is just quietly realising his disease, the one that lost him everything in his life.

He sometimes acts the wrong way, and you knew that, so you softly embraced him in arms that trickled it's warmth, feeling like a shiver down his spine.

And he held on because It felt like it always has, like the most precious thing he's ever touched in his life.

Scientists can forget about the study of time, lovers already know how to time travel In ways like how this embrace has teleported him back to the first time you touched him.

If he had the ability to, he'd never let you leave, but as much as his arms could be a cage, for you he wanted them to be comforting.

He won't hold you down, for he knows what it's like to be in a place where you don't belong.

[spurbleu]

self indulgent eater x eater simon.

simon is the kinda man who dives straight into you’re cunt before anything else. eats like a man starved, as you beg him to feed his cock into your mouth. pushing your hands against the rough sheets, dragging your sore hips away from his ceaseless hunger. only for his hands to tug you farther on his tongue than before.

it’s even more cruel that from there he slips his cock into your drooling cunt. fucks you deep and slow while you claw and bite and moan because he’s forcing you to be the focus.

and just before all of this insanity swallows your mind, he pulls out, flips you over, and shoves his wet cock down your throat. fucks it ruthlessly, til the tears start mixing with the sweat on your brow. only then does he come on your gums.

you never even get a chance to share the spotlight. sore body, sorer ego, as he cleans your drooling cunt with a cloth, kissing your knee and promising next time he’ll let you suck him off properly.

[tommensstargirl]

Kinktober day ten - Simon "Ghost" Riley

Kink(s): - Stength link (muscles), biting (masc!rec), squirting

Pairing(s): - ghost x fem!reader

Warning(s): - Simon's muscles, reader in a chokehold, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it irl), biting, squirting, alcohol consumption (drink responsibly), backshots, bathroom hook-up

Word count: - 445

A/N: Here's Ghosts and late, which i apologise for because I fell asleep when trying to finish writing it last night, but enjoy anyway. Likes and reblogs are appreciated. Enjoy your day/ night. Stay safe and healthy, love ya's! Mwah - xoxo Eva

Taglist: - @ivysprophecy

It felt as though the bass of the music was shaking the floor as Simon, as you had learned his name whilst he sent you to heaven on his tongue fucked you, bent over on the tiny bathroom sink of the club

Your dress was bunched up around your waist, and panties dropped to your ankles as your hands gripped the sink. Your back was to his chest, whilst Simon had you in a chokehold, his cock slamming in and out of your pussy with relentless vigor.

The sound of your pussy squelched over the music and your moans and Simon's groans. Your eyes were rolled back as your hands slipped. Simon used his other hand to bring them up to let you claw at his forearm.

Your nails were creating indents in his arms but he couldn't care when your cunt was sucking him in and clenching around him nicely. Simon was a groaning mess, he was trying his hardest not to actually make you pass out with the force of his thrusts and hold on your neck.

You had already come 3 times, twice with his mouth and fingers the third on his cock prematurely as he bottomed out. You were embarrassed when it happened but Simon was in awe, he loved it.

Your cunt was practically squeezing him like a vice so your moans were louder than ever. You dropped your head forward, finding his arm to bite down on it to muffle yourself.

Simon hissed as your teeth dug into his arm but soon got over it because he could feel you getting close again. There was a white ring forming at the base of his cock from your previous orgasms and his pre-cum.

The brute of the man was completely gone for you and your pussy when his cock was pushed out of your cunt because you had squirted all over his lap and your thighs. That didn't stop Simon from pushing right back in and continuing his brutal thrusts.

You were so far gone in the head. You were practically slobbering over his arm as you continued to bite it to silence some of your moans. Your clit was now being rubbed by Simon as he orgasmed.

Thick ropes of his cum filled you deeply. The alcohol had influenced you to hookup without a condom because it felt so much better raw. Simon's hips continued until he was done.

The dingy pub bathroom was now smelling of sex and panting could be heard. You couldn't stand straight, but Simon helped you whilst he sorted himself out. He used tissues to clean you up the best he could.

”you okay, lovie?”

Main Masterlist

Kinktober 25 Masterlist

C.ai

[lxvvie]

Do you know those blanket that have sleeves? I’d buy one for eepy gremlin Simon

Those things are so comfortable, and yes, our eepy breepy beautiful gremlin gurl would have one.

It's black. With a hood.

So imagine receiving the biggest shock of your life when he quietly ambles into the kitchen come the morning looking like a eepy behemoth grim reaper, making you jump and gasp. Simon just turns to you and raises a brow, a shock of blonde hair peeking through the hood, eyes just a little bleary, eepy, and squinted because he's still trying to adjust to the bloody fuckin' natural light, stubble on 💯, and oh my, he's such an adorable kreechur of death.

There's also a 10/10 possibility that he's naked under his slanket, too, 'cause he can't be bothered to put on clothes.