#simon x goth!reader

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More Simon x Goth!reader

(SFW & NSFW MDNI)

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Simon happily listens to everything you explain about your love for goth music and the culture of it. He even researches on the side to talk to you more about it!

He's your man now, you're his girl, you both indulge in each other's interests and hobbies so of course Simon is going to be the most supportive boyfriend he can be!

"So.... What is clean goth?"

(Glaring) "We don't talk about that."

You both are so different, yet the exact same no one knows what to classify your relationship together—so similar in styles, the black clothes, black makeup (warpaint for Simon, and makeup for you), the gloomy aura, you both seem the same on the outside.

But when people talk to you, they immediately realize you are just a little ray of sunshine hidden in shadows, while Simon rarely ever talks and stays close to you as your big scary guard dog boyfriend privileges.

Simon definitely has some art skill, he's drawn on his own arm while on deployment to pass time (and as free therapy) so he definitely does a few tattoos for you!

When they are particularly painful spots, he's got a light hand and making sure you're alright.

He's always making sure you have your snack and drink nearby, keeping your Nintendo switch charged as a distraction so you can be relaxed when you're getting inked.

"Doin' good, hard part is almost over."

"Breathe, helps wi' the pain. You're doin' so good."

You're Simon's now, if he can make you happy then by God he's gonna do it if it's the last thing he does! If you want a tattoo in a more private area, Simons is jumping on it. Researching about the tattoo sight, best needles, best position for comfort, anything and everything. He's not gonna let some other guy tattoo the small of your back, your upper thigh, your sternum, pelvis, nope. It's just not gonna happen! He's not taking that risk of some other man putting his grimey hands on you!!

Sometimes Simon gets sad when you don't let him kiss all over your face, he just wants to show you some love :(

Your makeup might smudge, ruin all your hard work from the hours it took to get your hand steady.

Simon had an easy fix for this, he buys you top of the line makeup that's water proof and smudge proof! Even buys plenty of the made remover to take it off easily!

Now Simon gets to kiss you whenever he wants! (although he very much enjoys when your make up smudges from the tears of trying to take all of his cock, smudging your black lip stick on your lips and cheeks, your mascara and eyeliner running, but hey, it totally adds to the aesthetic!)

Simon loves obedience in general given his military work, but in love with the way you're his good girl.

He knows you live for the praise (and he's very open to anything else you're interested in on the table ;)) you're just so sweet!

Loves how you come to him with a new idea every night, almost busted in his pants when you showed him one of your slip chains with a little skull on the end of it. It's by far his favorite accessory of yours!

"Perfect thing, you are..."

"Fuuuck, you're takin' me so well, princess."

"Eyes on me, wanna watch you cum, want you to watch me cum inside you."

He's gonna pull it up high to maintain eye contact with you, nowhere you can turn your head when his cock is kissing your cervix over and over, he wants to watch your face when you cum and make a creamy ring at the base of his cock.

"like tha', don't you?"

"Pretty, perfect, gorgeous pussy, all mine..."

"Gonna cum? Yeah? Come on, fuck— thas it, thaaass it—"

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[agoraphxnics]

goth!fem!reader doing poly!141’s makeup~

it actually wasn’t you who brought up the idea. no, it was the ever curious scot who thought aloud on your lunch date.

“y’know, bonnie, you should do my makeup sometime.”

you blinked. “eh?”

“what, you don’t think i could pull it off?” that sly grin appeared on his face.

“no, i just didn’t expect you to be interested.” heat rose to your cheeks at the thought of him taking interest in your eccentric fashion choices.

“why wouldn’t i?!” his eyes puddled in that puppy dog way he always did when he tried to pull at your heartstrings; of course, it worked. rolling your eyes, you smile at his antics.

“then i’ll make you look like the coolest guy around.”

“i’m ‘ome!” simon called out, stepping into the safety of your cozy abode. a faint response was heard from the master bedroom upstairs, and he shrugged off his boots to see what his little lovebirds were up to. to his surprise, the bed was littered in various products and trinkets, the likes of which simon couldn’t even begin to name. in the center of them were you and johnny. your hands cradled his face as you tugged a black pen-like object across his eyes. simon couldn’t help but snicker at johnny’s pleased expression.

“hey, simon.” you acknowledged, not tearing your eyes away from your project. johnny went to speak, but your spare hand shot up to clasp his lips together. “you talk too animated.”

“our doll is turning you into one, too, eh?” simon asked, electing to sit behind you on the bed. once you finished a pass with the pen, he rested his head on your shoulder.

“he wanted to look pretty,” you cooed, sparing him a kiss to his covered forehead. the giant practically purred, removing his balaclava and nuzzling into your neck.

“that he does, doll.”

your hands continue to paint johnny, turning him into an edgy version of himself that makes you smile.

“honestly…?” you look to simon, who nods in agreement, “you could rock this all the time, baby.”

johnny’s smile reaches his ears as he bounds off to the bathroom, metaphorical tail wagging wildly. “ooo, yes! i could get used to this, bon. i love the little heart you put under me eye!”

all of your boyfriends loved and adored your style and subculture, but johnny was always your biggest cheerleader. he never made you feel different for your interests, always praised them and bought you whatever dark and broody thing you wanted. it’s not to say the others didn’t as well, but johnny just understood you on a level that made your heart simmer with love.

“‘ey.” simon butted your neck. you smiled in understanding. pay attention to me. “make me look pretty, too.”

there was something so endearing about big, mean simon, the boogeyman, the silent assassin, unraveling in your presence to become a whiny, desperate man in need of your affection and praise. he could break you in half at a moment’s notice, and yet here he is, all docile and pathetic on your shoulder.

“oh, simon,” you sighed, pulling away from him. “how can i refuse?”

the next victim to arrive was kyle, who couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of johnny parading around in your jewelry and simon sitting obediently while you drew your eyeliner around his eyes (he grew up with sisters; he knew what those ‘trinkets’ were). “don’t we look braw, kyle?”

“pfft, you look like you’re going to see bring me the horizon,” kyle chuckled.

“that’s what i was going for,” you mutter, transfixed by your new canvas. you and simon opted for a tradgoth style that resembled his skeletal mask. his face was painted ghost white, save for the black lines framing his new ‘skeleton’.

“you should let ‘er do you next,” johnny offered, sauntering over to the taller man to sling a spiked arm around his shoulder. black lips pressed to his cheek and left behind a lip print.

“oh, hell! it’s so sticky!” kyle grumbled, rubbing the spot with his now-stained fingers.

“johnny, i told you to quit licking your lips,” you admonished, finishing up simon’s left eye.

“it’s jus’ too weird, bon! it’s like jam on your lips.”

kyle went to the bed and plucked the tube of liquid lipstick. maleficent, the bottom label read. how apt. he twisted the cap and pursed his lips, applying the lipstick with the doe foot applicator. smacking his lips, he scoffed. “it’s not that bad, johnny.”

upon turning around, the latter began laughing, shaking his head. “go look at yourself, dafty.”

“what?” kyle furrowed his brow, walking into the bathroom. his lips were black, yes, but so was the skin surrounding them. and his philtrum. and somehow the tip of his chin?

“fuck me.”

“i hope this is easy to remove, bon, ‘cause it’s all over ‘im.”

“kyle!” you snapped, looking at his painted face. as loathe he was to admit it, he was just as ornery as johnny. you chuffed, shaking your head. “i’ll fix you in a moment. let me finish with si first.”

though he was sheepish, kyle was glad you’d be playing with him next. the two watched as you painted simon with grace, biting your lip in intense focus. the little details you put into making him look awesome, albeit for a silly little moment, made them swell with pride. they couldn’t have chosen a better partner. one so attentive to give them each a little piece of your beauty on their skins. with one last stroke (and a small black heart), simon’s was completed. he admired it in the mirror, nodding in approval. if he liked the heart, he didn’t say so (he absolutely did).

“now, let’s fix your lips, handsome.” kyle gushed at the pet name and took simon’s old place on the bed. dipping a q-tip in makeup remover, you rubbed at his face with determined fervor.

“can’t you go a little softer, luvie?”

“no can do. shit’s long lasting.”

thankfully, it was over quickly, but your eyes caught his and glossed over. it was time for the ‘johnny’ look. “can i give you some eyeshadow?”

while kyle was an expert on johnny denial, he couldn’t say the same for you. with a sigh, he nodded, smiling. “go for it. but i better look amazing, yeah?”

you bounced with glee. taking a square brush to his face, you packed on black pigment and used a second brush to feather it out. simple, yet effective. “all done,” you beamed.

the mirror showed kyle a look he’d never wear in any other context than for your pure enjoyment. judging by your happy expressions (and compliments of how sexy he looked), he might have to wear it again for you.

as if in cue, the final piece to your heart waltzed into the room, a deep laugh filling the air at the sight of his lovers. “what’re you all doing? playin’ dress up?”

“oh, i can get you all outfits, too,” you thought aloud, delighted by the idea john put into your head. “you all would look so good with spiked chokers.”

“don’t we look great, cap?” johnny smiled.

“our princess is quite the artist,” john agreed, stalking over to you and kissing your lips. “so talented.”

“would you want to join in?” you asked. you figured he wouldn’t care about makeup, and he probably didn’t, but just like the others, he got so soft for you.

“i’d love nothing more.”

yes i just made up the head canon that gaz has sisters just so he could know what eyeliner is, what of it?

also lmk if i used ‘braw’ correctly k bye—

[writersdrug]

omg! I read your goth reader x Simon and I’m not sure if you’ve already made a post but I’d love to see how Simon met reader or how he did pull her 😂😂 love it btw

Augh I've wanted to write more for Simon x Goth!Reader

He drops the 3-pack of men's black t-shirts on the counter, digging into his sweatshirt pocket for his wallet. He takes out his card and looks up.

You're sitting with your back to him, hunched over on a small stool with your face stuck in a mirror. He can see your one eye magnified in the reflection as you held your cheek taught, slowly dragging an eyeliner pen across your lid.

He stands there another moment, wondering if you even know he's behind you. He politely clears his throat.

"One sec." You say, concentrating hard on making the line perfect. You have your mouth hanging open, your one eye closed and the other wide as a dinner plate. Simon huffs quietly. You remind him of a zombie, dressed in a typical retail uniform.

You eventually put the eyeliner pen down and stand, grabbing the shirts from the counter. He watches you as you scan the item - only one of your eyes are done, beautifully enhanced with an artistic flourish of eyeliner, mascara, and eye shadow; your other eye is untouched.

"Is that all?" You ask, looking up at him, and he has to stifle a laugh. Thank goodness for his balaclava.

"Yea." He responds, sticking his card into the reader. You bag his shirts and hand them to him - he accepts the bag and puts his card back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Receipt?"

"No thanks."

You nod - he stays there, staring at you with a rather blank expression. You purse your lips and tap the counter, adverting your gaze to anything but him. You were used to getting stares because of your makeup, but this guy in particular wasn't even subtle about it.

"Is that all?" He says, jutting his chin towards you.

You blink, staring back at him. Does he mean my makeup? "Oh- heh, no. Still gotta do my other eye."

He nods. "Looks good."

"Thanks..." You say. You're not sure if he's being honest or sarcastic. But before you have the chance to question it, he turns on his heel and walks out the door, the bell clanging behind him.

You shrug to yourself and sit back down, digging inside your makeup bag for a brow pencil.

You're uncapping your lipstick when someone slaps something on the counter - not aggressively, but it still makes you jump. You turn around to find that same guy from last week, the one with the balaclava and the moody eyes.

You head to the register and look down. There's another pack of black shirts on the counter. You scoff and look up at him. "More? What, are you eating these?" You say as you scan them.

"See you finished your other eye." Simon grumbles, pulling his card from his wallet. "Did it take ya the whole week?"

You glare at him, shoving his shirts into a bag. "It did." You say sarcastically, and he grunts, taking the bag as you hand it to him.

Simon watches as you turn to the side, assuming he was already on his way out the door. You popped the cap off your lipstick and parted your lips in front of the tiny mirror on the counter - he felt something akin to surprise when your lips were smeared in black, rather than the red he was expecting.

You feel a pair of eyes on your back. You turn around - that guy is still there, and you fight back a frown.

"Can I help you with anything else?" You say, trying to stress the weirdness of the situation in your tone.

"I like this." He says, using his free hand to circle his face. "Looks good on you. Unique."

You smile, genuinely pleased with the compliment. Most of the time, if people (other than your friends) weren't ogling at you, they were saying how strange and "ugly" your makeup looked (this was a common comment among the older ladies that came to the store).

"Thanks." You reply. "You want a makeover?"

Simon chuckles quietly. "Nah, not really." And then, as quick as he came, he's gone again - out the door before you can even try to carry a conversation with him.

Simon comes back the next week - this time, for a pack of smokes and some new gloves. Uncharacteristically, he finds himself a little excited to see you again, despite never saying more than fifty words to you in total. He gets to the counter and places his items down - his heart sinks a bit when he isn't greeted by you and your half-finished goth makeup.

An older lady steps forward and scans his items. "Do you have a rewards card with us?"

"No."

Would you like to sigh up for one?"

"No."

She doesn't even look at him as she slides the cigs and glives back to him. "Fifteen twenty-seven."

He slides his card in. He can't help but wonder where you might be; not that he misses you or anything, he's just a curious man. He doesn't like not knowing things, and you're a rather difficult, raven-haired puzzle to decipher.

"S'cuse me, but-" he shifts his weight as he pockets his wallet. "Where's the other girl? Y'know, the one with all the-" he waves his hand in front of his face. "She usually works Thursdays."

The woman looks at him with a tight-lipped, glazed-over expression. "I'm not allowed to share any employee's schedule information, sir." She drones in a monotone, customer service voice.

He blinks for a moment, wracking his brain for a response. "I'm 'er uncle."

"Oh - she quit."

"Really?" Simon says - he's rather upset that you, an artistically-talented cashier he's met twice, is no longer employed at the lackluster retail store. "What happened?"

"Manager told her all that shit had to go." She leans her hip against the counter. "All that ugly face paint - it was freaking the customers out. She threw a hissy fit and stormed out."

He hummed, thiugh he took what she said with a grain of salt. "Right. Thanks." He said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

The woman sighs. "I mean, people paint themselves to look like the devil and expect to be treated like a normal human. Is that crazy, or am I just old?"

Just an old hag. "Dunno." He shrugs.

"Oh-" she holds up a finger, signaling for him to wait as she meanders to the end of the counter. She grabs an envelope and comes back to the cash register, handing it to Simon. "Give this to your niece. She never came back for her last paycheck."

He hesitates, wondering if he should make up some excuse like "Oh I'll tell her to pick it up." But, he said he was her uncle - now he has to deal with the responsibilities of it. He takes the envelope and shoves it into the pocket of his sweatshirt. Nodding towards the lady. "I'll make sure she gets it."

Simon hasn't tracked you down yet. Truthfully, he hasn't realy tried to; he wants to respect your privacy and chose not to look for you on social media - but he does frequent the restaraunt across the street from your old workplace, hoping to catch you if you ever decided to come back for your check. He's getting worried at this point - what if you show up and he doesn't see you, and then you start freaking out about getting your paycheck stolen by some random guy? That would be the highlight of his vacation leave. He isn't sure if Price would bail him out of jail for that one.

He's inside the restaraunt today, sitting in a booth and sipping on a mug of tea. Rain pelts against the windows, providing a background of white noise to his ever-active mind. He scrolls through his email on his phone, but as always, he's focused on work. The briefing doming up within the next week, that sergeant that failed the sniper placement, having to listen to Soap talk about how he spent his leave with his girl... it muddled around in his head, nothing staying in the forefront of his mind, but never dissipating, either.

He hears the door open, just as a peal of lighning crashes through the sky. Someone stomps their boots on the entry mat a ways behind Simon, and he hears the jingle of metal with each step towards the bar.

"I'm here for an interview."

Simon nearly snaps his neck with ho hard he turns his head. There you are - you've got your hair down, definitely not as teased as the last time he had seen you. Your makeup is less goth, although you've outlined your lips with a black liner that fades inwards to a crimson red, and your eyes are still sharp and smokey. You're wearing black jeans and a deep, red top, and an interesting pair of boots, decorated with small chains and studs.

Professional, but still incorporating your style. He can appreciate that.

Someone comes out from the back and walks over to you - you shake his extended hand with a smile, and he leads you to a booth farther away from Simon. He thinks he must look like a creep, staring at you in broad (rainy) daylight, but he can't help himself. He doesn't even know why, but you've got his attention like the moon pulls the waves of the ocean.

He stays there for a while - he can't hear every word you say, but he eats the comments and laughs that do filter through with a hungry mind. You sometimes model for any Goth-forward magazines; you're relieved that the owner of the restaurant doesn't care about toning down your style; you're honest - your roommate hadn't paid rent for a month and a half so you let them go, and now you need a little bit more cash than what a measly retail job can provide.

He can hear it in the man's tone: you're hired. He likes your forwardness and unique charm, and frankly, so does Simon. He's addicted to it. The last time anything had his attention like this was when he found out Gaz could do the splits - the shock factor had him surprised with how easily it truly wis to distract him when he comes across something so unusual. But this time, there was less of a ridiculousness, and more of an admiration.

He hears a lilt in the conversation; he turns to see you standing with an excited smile. Of course you would get the job, just look at you. You shake the owner's hand and grab your bag, a black canvas ine with all sorts of studs and spikes, and start heading towards the front door.

Simon can't let you slip away that easily.

"Movin' on from retail?" He says as you pass his booth.

You turn, looking confused, staring at him for a moment. It takes a few seconds before you recognize him, though your smile still holds some wariness to it. "Hey, weirdo...!" You say, standing next to his table. "You stalking me or something?"

He decides to be honest. "Was tryin'."

You furrow your brow an bit, your hands curling around the strap of your bag. "You were?"

"The clerk from the store gave me your check." He clarifies, pulling the envelope from his pocket. "Figured you weren't comin' 'round anytime to get it, so I tried lookin' for ya."

You wonder how this man was somehow able to get your paycheck, but you were a little less put-off. He seemed nice enough. You dropped your bag on the table and took the envelope, shoving it somewhere in your disorganized pockets. "You waiting on someone?" You ask.

"Was you." He comments, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Now, no one." God, he must look pathetic.

"Nice." You slide into the opposite side of the booth, your boots clacking against the legs of the tables. "Want another round? Some fries?" You look at him with those shadowed, big eyes, and he wants to keep you in this booth with him forever.

He chuckles. "You really don't-"

"Don't tell me what to do." You snap with a smirk. "Just choose. Drink, or fries? Or whatever you want, really. I haven't eaten lunch, and you look like interesting company."

He feels himself melting at your cocky, triumphant smirk as you dig around in your bag for your wallet. What did he do for life to deposit such a pretty thing right in his lap (we'll, a few feet away from it)? "Could go for a burger.

You smile, relaxing into the polyester seat. This big, quiet, lumbering thing has you intrigued, and apparently, the feeling is mutual. "What's your name?"

He smirks. He's not wearing his balaclava, but he doesn't really care about that at the moment. He takes a sip of his whiskey. "Simon. Yours?"

[bunnyandbowie]

Task force 141 main 4 and a little gothic rookie

Message:

It's December guys! I hope everyone has a brilliant month and be prepared for a gothic gf Christmas fic, I'm also planning some none gothic fics too but a little writing before I tackle my Christmas fics, I'm having some writers block grr and life has been busy so these are soooo delayed so sorry

Fic:

The 141 and a new gothic rookie, pt1 of my goth gf series.

Tw:

None, completely sfw.

Price🥃- now price obviously is the captain so he'd read the files on the new rookies and everything seemed ordinary so when the little thorn comes in, clearly young and with black short hair and tattoos of bats and spiders and all sorts of spooky things he's curious. He's not bothered because hello ghost is on his team, but I do think he'd be a big papa like he's teaching her all the techniques, checking up on her, he absolutely thinks he's too old for her but his thoughts are a little bit more than mentor like, he just wants to take care of his team, the little bat especially.

Gaz🪽- he's probably the closest to her age so I reckon they'd have a laugh, I think he'd be a close friend after a while but let's be honest the fucker is so so charming, his smile is gorgeous so our thorn definitely falls hard. And Gaz can't deny anything, she's fucking stunning, button nose and soft eyes among the dark black eyeliner and fringe, our boy would definitely be staring a little as she walks by and price is definitely smirking and plotting to send them on missions together.

Soap🧼- immediately enamored with the bonnie little bat, i mean cmon he's besties with ghost, weather ghost will admit that or not, so he sees this gothic girl and he's like yeah mine now, will sit with his arm around her shoulders yapping like he's known her forever.

Ghost 💀- he stares. A lot. Doesn't say anything, is just very observant, he starts noticing ever little detail, all her piercings and tattoos. I think he'd have such a blank look, if anything she's be worried she's done something to make him hate her but in reality he's so curious, it's not often he sees someone dress like her and it helps she's a dark little angel.

[v1x3n]

𖦹.. - TONGUE PIERCING

simon 'ghost' riley ⸝⸝ navigation ⸝⸝ goth masterlist ୨୧ tags : suggestive

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : simon wants a piercing to bring you more pleasure but forgets piercings need to heal.

After a while of talking and making out, you had burst out in excitement and griped onto his arm. “Oh my ghoul! I should pierce you!” simon quickly agrees, he had been wanting to get something pierced but with military rules and all that didn't really let him. But he would do anything for you, even if its getting a piercing he's gunna get rid of not even a month later.

So there you are, you have your clamp, needle and everything to pierce him. “How bout my tongue?” he suggests whilst his hand trails up your bare thigh. Simon squashes the handful of fat and then rubs his finger over it, “not your ears or something first?” you let out a small confused laugh. “What's the fun in that hm?” he lets out a slight chuckle as he continues to play with your thigh. The hand making you feel all warm and fuzzy, both your head and in between your legs, you had decided to slap his hand off as it gets closer and almost reaches the wet heat that's distracting you so much. “Could do somethings… after i get it pierced..”

"fuck off" you giggle as you start to prepare the bits and pieces of metal, "so definitely your tongue?" he nods at you as you look up at him and give him a big smile.

he sticks his tongue out, whilst you giggle at his pained expression. "you okay si?"

"yeah!" his voice weirded by his tongue being stuck out, he squeezes his eyes and looks down. the piercing shining metal sticking out from his tongue. you try to grab his tongue, gently obviously, but he flinches back and scowls. "when can i eat you out" he almost pouts.

"not until its healed, four to six weeks" his pout turns into a big fat frown.

"what." his faux angered voice and his eyebrows furrowing as if he's actually angry he cant lick your pussy for 2 months. "you can wait yeah? like a good boy" he scoffs.

"I'm giving you so many fucken orgasms when this is healed"

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[your-goth-sis]

Hey pookies

It's been a while. But I am back with a COD post (it's my first one LMAO can y'all blame me?)

Cod men with a !goth!reader.... Warnings: NSFW with Price

Konig:

You're exactly Konig's type. Tall, muscular and goth

You and Konig were the typical "goth girl with her golden retriever boyfriend" couple

He would go along with it, not caring about other's options about their relationship. He loved you and was unashamed of how you dressed and adorned yourself

To him, you were a perfect goddess. He'd watch you do your makeup and listen to SHE WANTS REVENGE (w goth band), but you caught a glance of him in the mirror

You'd turn around and say "You're like a puppy, watching me with admiration. It's quite cute"

He practically blushed red as a tomato. We know Konig is shy and socially anxious

He'd start stuttering in German like the cutie pie he is

Long story short, she LOVES you and how you dress, even if it's outside of society's standards

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Guys I'll be honest, I don't think he cares that much.....

Simon isn't the type of guy to care for appearance, he's been through too much to really care about his s/o 's appearance

Maybe he he's lying to himself when he says that black lipstick isn't hot

Or the way your corset fits you doesn't arouse him

He listened as you hummed a song from twin tribes called "Monolith." It was your favourite song from the band and you managed to get it stuck in his head

"Can you stop, love?" he practically groaned as you hummed the song for at least 5 minutes now

"Why, Simon? Do you not like it?"

He loved it. He just didn't want the song stuck in his head

John Price

"How did an old man like me end up with a goddess like you?" is what he'd typically say, especially when he was in awe of you

You'd often times dress as a Nu Goth (example in the picture below)

Did he complain? Absolutely not. He couldn't help but always stare at you, admiring your dark aesthetic and music taste

On the NSFW side of things, he'd always pull you in his lap unexpectedly and whisper in your ear

"You're awfully tempting. Your legs look very good in these shorts." he'd whisper with a low growl, his hands massaging your flesh. You'd adjust yourself after feeling something hard against your thigh-

AAAAAND THAT'S IT FOR TODAY (please let me know if I should write more for COD)

[river-that-whore]

Alrighty, my post blew up (at least by my standards) overnight about hippie wife of Ghost, I'm doing a part 2-

Soap with a goth/emo girl. More specifically, trad/romantic goth. Long black dresses, silver jewelry that hangs low and jingles with the slightest movement, and dark, dramatic makeup.

There would definitely be many dead animals/bones around their house, along with military memorabilia decorating the walls. Soap was no good when it came to interior design, so he simply let her work. And she did, somehow managing to integrate their styles perfectly

Most people, from children to even Soap when he first met her, were scared of this girl. She's the epitome of black cat, graceful and dangerous appearing. But underneath the looks, it's the sarcastic, dry humor that Soap fell in love with. It's the loud, chaotic, not so bright golden retriever who met his match. And it appeared in the form of a girl with a dark mystique and a cynical, sharp wit.

When Soap first introduced his girl to the others, it was at a small function for 141 only. There were few people, just Laswell with her wife, Ghost with his bird, Gaz, and Price. Of course Soaps girl went all out, in a velvet black dress with silver necklaces and chunky black heels. Though she went a little softer with her makeup, she certainly didn't look like a normie.

While everyone was shocked, Laswell and her wife greeted the other couple like nothing was out of the ordinary. Next was Simon's girlfriend, who quickly made friends with the other woman and happily chatted, swapping jokes and getting along like old friends. Eventually, everyone else got around to greeting the girl with an awkward smile

When there was a free moment, Price awkwardly pulled Soap aside and muttered

"Aye, son. Does your bird know about......" Though he didn't say it, Soap could see his eyes lingering on his birds hair, the teased up strands sticking up and intentionally messy

"Yes, cap'n" he replied with a laugh "She knows"

"Oh....." Was all Price could think of "Ok"

Anyways, the brain worms continue to clog my mind. Lmk if I should make this a series, bc I love writing these sm

(she also canonically is besties with Ghosts wife, can't convince me otherwise)

[starry-eyedblog]

ahh i’m so sorry @angelofacidx!! i accidentally posted this ask before it was ready and had to delete it so your ask is gone :(( i hope i did a good job and y'know i had to make simon a tad pathetic, just for you <3

warnings/tags: simon x fem goth reader, awkward simon, flirting, teasing, kissing

when simon caught a glimpse of you one night at the pub he frequented with his mates, he was instantly captured by your beauty. usually, his type wasn't goth girls but there was something just so intriguing about you and your style that he found himself unable to look away.

when his friend johnny saw he was staring off, uninterested in the conversation, he followed his friends eyes and saw what had his full attention. "got a wee crush have you, si?" he chuckles, playfully nudging at his arm.

"oh fuck off," simon grumbled back, thankful for his black face mask covering his flushed cheeks. then, another friend was peeping up. "not your usual type mate. gonna go talk to her? or just oogle all night like a dickhead?" gaz had laughed with a raised eyebrow, taking a sip of his pint.

simon shrugged off his friends and left his booth, walking over to the bar where you were sat on a stool, talking away to a friend. he slipped in behind you, akwardly coughing to catch your attention which worked.

you spun around in your stool, tilting your head back to take in the absolute mammoth of a man stood in front of you. "can i help you?" you had asked, tilting your head slightly with an almost annoyed expression and simon felt his face flush warm.

"i uh- i was wonderin' if i could buy you a drink?" he asked, trying to avoid staring at you too much incase it come off as rude. in reality he was soaking up your outfit and makeup, enjoying all the details his eyes could find.

you laugh softly and with a smile, you accept the offer. "course you can, i'll have whatever you're having." you say, leaning in a bit closer to him so he can hear you over the general chit chat filling the busy bar.

simon nods, watching the way you lean towards him. his hands grow sweaty and his eyes frantically try to avoid yours. he quickly orders two rum and cokes, paying for them with a tenner. he takes his change, watching the bartender pour the drinks and place the glasses down in front of him.

he says a quick thanks before handing you a glass, "thanks." you say simply, bringing the glass up to your lips to take a long sip. as you place the drink down onto the bar, you look up at him with a questioning look.

"gonna ask me any questions or?" you tease with a smile and simon feels his heart hammering against his ribcage. "oh yeah, sorry uhm. so what's your name? that's a good place to start yeah?" he chuckles, hooking his mask under his chin and taking a big sip of his drink to try settle his nerves.

simon was someone who was confident in his looks, knew how intimidating he was with his height and old scars. you'd think he was a womanizer, but in all honestly he got shy around pretty girls and always managed to make an arse out of himself.

you laugh and nod, "yeah that's a good place to start. maybe next you can ask what my job is?" you tease with a cheeky smile before taking pity on him and telling him your name before asking for his.

simon answers back with his name, complimenting how pretty yours is before trying to move on and ask more questions that aren't very surface level.

more drinks are bought throughout the night and you seem to stay by his side, enjoying how flustered he gets around you. the more tipsy simon gets, the more he's unable to hide his fascination about your style.

"so, goth huh? i may have uh been a bit of an emo when i was younger in all honestly," he admits and you bark out a laugh, body tipping back and simon hopes to engrave that sound into his mind to remember for the rest of his life.

you raise a brow, "that so? just trying to imagine you with piercings and eyeliner. paints a pretty image honestly." you say before leaning forward, taking one hand and slowly dragging it up his arm while staring into his eyes.

once simon realises what you are doing, his face flushes pink and he feels his heart race. "had to take those out for military." he murmurs, unable to hold eye contact for long.

"military? makes sense now with all that muscles." you hum, giving a gentle squeeze to his bicep. "i've been like 'this' since i was a teenager, first got into the music through my parents and then discovered how much i enjoyed the style and makeup. haven't looked back since, brings in a lot of unwanted attention though. guys asking me to be their goth mommy on nights out or even dates, like what the fuck?" you shake your head, laughing with him with your hand still resting on his bicep.

"guys actually ask you that? fuckin' hell and i thought i was bad at flirting." simon bites, throwing back the rest of his drink before placing the empty glass onto the bar.

you laugh loudly at his words, shaking your head before finishing your own drink. "trust me, you're one of the best so far. little shy though eh?" you tease, giving another squeeze to his arm before standing up.

once you are standing up straight, you turn to your friend and explain your plan to her. she laughs and smiles, gently smacking you in a playful way before agreeing.

you turn back around and go up onto your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his ear, "i'm going out for a smoke, if you'd like to join me." you whisper, pulling back to stare up at him.

silently simon nods and follows you outside, glaring at any men who even glance in your direction while you make it out the bar. he is under the impression it will just be a friendly smoke together but oh boy was he wrong.

as soon as the both of you are outside, you are dragging him down a dark alleyway around the corner. your arms wrap around his neck and pull him down until your lips are just brushing. "can i kiss you?" you ask while looking into his eyes, hoping he’ll say yes.

simon is caught off guard, his eyes widening as you easily pull him down closer to you. “su-sure.” he mutters before he feels your lips pressing to his in a slow kiss. his arms gently wrap around your waist, bringing his body flush to yours as he deepens the kiss.

after a minute or so, the two of you pull away panting quietly. you giggle softly as you look at him and simon pulls a confused expression. “what you laughing at?” he grumbles, pink flushing his cheeks.

“a bit of my black lipstick is smudged on your lips big guy.” you smile cheekily, bringing your thumb to your mouth to lick before gently swiping at simon’s face to get rid of the evidence. he smiles down at you as he feel you wiping at the lipstick left behind.

he then works up the courage to ask the big question. “so, will i be able to get your number?” he utters, holding your waist a little tighter as he stares down at you. the question makes you chuckle, your head nodding. “yes you definitely can have my number.” you answer, smiling happily up at him.

[themothgraveyard]

punk!simon and goth!reader bumping into each other at a goth/punk/alt convention and immediately falling head over heels for each other because ‘they’re so mesmerizing/he’s so gorgeous’

punk!simon asking goth!reader out to a date, the latter accepting so quickly he got a whiplash and feels the blood rushing to the tips of his ears and cheeks ‘thank god, i’m wearing my mask’ he thinks

punk!simon asking goth!reader to marry him relatively late in their relationship because he was searching for the perfect ring (dark metal with little diamonds and a huge, shiny black jewel being the center piece) with goth!reader happily accepting

punk!simon and goth!reader having a small wedding with only a few selected family and friends, dress code for the guests being white and only punk!simon and goth!reader wearing black

punk!simon wearing a suit, various pins and chains decorating it so he still feels comfortable, punk!simon not wearing his mask because he wants you to be able to see his face when he makes you his forever

punk!simon feeling his jaw go slack when you enter the ceremony with your parental figure by your side, wearing a black glittery princess style dress with skull accents and tulle, completing your marvelous look with a dark eye and lip makeup / wearing a dark colored suit with skull and dark metal accents

punk!simon and goth!reader reading their vows, exchanging rings and a (quite tame) kiss while (happy) teary eyes look upon the newlywed couple

[bravo4iscool]

HIIII, I saw this post about where there was a scene!reader and goth!ghost and I was wondering if you could do a goth!reader and goth!ghost and they meet each other?? Thank youu ml!!🖤🖤

THANKS FOR THIS ASK!!

goth!ghost x scene!reader

little disclaimer before you read: i know very little about goth culture, so please be kind😭. i googled all the artist mentioned here, means i never listened to their music or whatsoever lol.

so, i think they would meet in a music store, that typa thing, yk? where all the vinyls are and maybe some guitars and drums.

goth!reader is looking at some vinyls, just relaxing to the music playing in the background, completely shutting their surroundings out.

goth!ghost stands a couple meters away, also looking at vinyls, but glancing at them through the corner of his eye. They’re just so pretty… maybe he should ask them out? they surely would say yes, right?

after a little pep talk to himself he slowly approaches them, looking over their shoulder. “y’listen t’bauhaus?” he asks with his heavy british accent and readers head shoots up.

they look behind them, being surprised about someone standing behind them. he’s tall, easily 6’4, black clothes with a pierced eyebrow.

“i- yeah. but i also listen to ikon and uh, the cure,” they tell him and ghost slowly nods. he knows those bands. of course he does.

“what do you listen to?” reader asks, now fully turning to look at the man.

“mainly the 69 eyes. som’times skeletal family,” he says, his eyes piercing through readers soul. “can y’uggest m’any other artist tho?”

reader thinks for a second before they nod and start to walk towards one of the vinyl shelves. “you know rosetta stone?”

“yea. d’nt listen t’them,” he mumbles, earning a surprised stare from reader.

“you have to be kidding me!”

“nah. n’t my style,” ghost simply shrugs, burying his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

“y’know what,” reader starts to smile. “i have some good vinyls at home. why don’t we, uh, meet and i show you their music. really show.”

for a second they’re afraid he’ll say no but he only returns their smile, if not as enthusiastic but still, and agrees.

“when are y’free?”

now reader starts to grin and searches for a piece of paper in their bag. they quickly scribble their address down, handing it to him. “tomorrow, 7pm. don’t be late.”

with that they give ghost one last smile before they leave the store, leaving him alone to panic over the date he thought would never happen.

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

[porkcutletbowl44]

Honestly been thinking about Simon and his Goth!gf 😻

(SFW & NSFW!) (mostly fem pronouns)

Simon is completely enraptured by his Goth partner. He loves your style, quirky attitude, and strange hobbies!

He's always happy to listen to whatever skull you randomly find in the woods, even helping you identify different parts of the teeth and skull structures.

He helps with cleaning your bones too, giving in to whatever activity it is.

He loves how you laugh at his bad jokes, returning some of your own corny dark humor ones.

He happily lets you apply his war paint, letting you get practice for designs and such on his face as your canvas. Would totally go look in the mirror and look it over, nodding in approval, "Makes me look like m' inna death metal band."

Loves loves loves to help you dress up! Tightening your corset? Consider it done the moment you approach him with the clothing in your hands with the puppy eye look. Helping you tie your little boots? Absolutely! Gives him a chance to appreciate your toned calves from years of wearing heels, ALWAYS gives them a kiss when he's done and switching to the next leg.

He will ALWAYS compliment your style of the day, so proud to be your man and walk with you out in public, makes him feel less like a sore thumb

....Likes the cute little harness straps you wear with your outfits, it does something to him, makes him want to buy a different kind of leather straps ;)

Those little chokers make him feral, he is always finding a reason to give it a lil tug to pull you closer in whisper in your ear 🥴

"Y' look magnificent, doll."

"luv how short y'are...gotta great view up 'ere."

"Gonna wear this f'me? But you know I prefer you in nothin' at all, luv."

He knows he can whisper whatever he wants to you, your makeup effectively covers up your blush...but not your widening eyes, or the clench of your thighs when his deep voice goes straight to your cunt.

[cherrybomblust]

♱ Cherrybomblust ♱

╰┈➤ Nia ・19 ・ she/her ・goth/catlover

~I used to run a blog about a year ago, deleted it but missed it so I’m back! Please be patient with me~

✧･ﾟ ・ multifandon ・ Simon Riley ♱ Cod ・

: *✧ ・ MDNI ~ NSFW

✧･ﾟ・ 🚧 all masterlists under construction 🚧

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[sleepdeprivedheretic]

Streets of Gold

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48690244/chapters/122822368

[bunnyandbowie]

Message:

So I've recently been getting into oddities, I got two little butterfly wings and a bone in little jars to start my collection and one of my teeth, weird I know, but i had depression growing up , didn't care for my teeth and dental care is fucking expensive so when one of my teeth inevitably fell out (and I had finished crying) I saved It and cleaned it and it now lives on my shelf. But this made me think about the cod characters and their little goth gf

Fic:

Part 2 of little goth gf series, cod characters and their gf's oddities.

Characters:

Price, Gaz, soap, ghost, konig, horangi, ferah, Alejandro, roach, Keegan.

Tw: no smut but taxidermy is featured heavily, closeted ferah, konig hunting his own food and cleaning animal bones and fur, Keegan and blood jewellery and ghost stealing from the dead and taking a skull from someone he killed and implied stalking.

Price🥃- price is honestly such a daddy let's be honest, I genuinely think he'd not be too fazed due to his line of work, its not like he's not seen bones before, but he'd maybe be a teeny bit concerned about his little ones fascination with death, 'yes dove the little butterfly is beautiful but also why do you want to taxidermy the cat when it eventually dies?', he's so used to death but his little angel is so pure in his eyes so he worries from time to time but ultimately it makes her happy so he supposes it's not a bad thing. I do think he'd let her have her own space in the house for them , probably build her custom shelves for them himself. his angel doesn't gotta worry about anything just gotta sit on his lap whilst he sips his whiskey listening to her ramblings all about the different ones she wants to collect.

Gaz 🪽- Gaz is honestly an angel (a sexy, charming, beautiful little angel) he'd probably have known his love a long time, maybe gone to school with her or something along those lines so I don't think he'd be grossed out by these things, I think he'd just except his lover is a little weird but he knew that from the beginning, that's how they became friends never mind lovers. I do think he'd go with his girl to all the little gothic shops and fairs, 'yeah love that one's good, can we get a frog? I think this one looks cool'. He wouldn't be obsessed with it like his love but he wouldn't mind it, I think he'd just be neutral about it, I do also think he'd get her custom ones for valentine's day, like how people have those mice in different situations and outfits, he'd get her one holding her favourite dried flowers and an engraved wooden base with their anniversary on.

Soap 🧼- I love this big baby but he'd be so fucking whiny about it, 'hen wha the fuck is tha?..I can see it's bones!'. He'd definitely tell the team and absolutely would make jokes about it but he's mad for his little bonnie so this ain't gonna make him quit his love for her , fuck no. I think he'd go to antique shops with his lass but absolutely would complain about how he feels watched from all the beady little eyes on him, and please if she names any of her little creatures he'd take the mick 'aye! Stop naming m like their our wee kids!'.

Alejandro 🫀- honestly I think Alejandro wouldn't mind, his amor has his heart, you want the house to look like Halloween all year round so be it . his abuela taught him to respect the dead so I think he'd talk in his head to the little creatures, he has to move one to get something of the shelf, 'lo siento amiguito' (sorry little friend) , god forbid he breaks a jar ones in, not only would he be so apologetic to his little luna (moon) but to the little creature he disturbed, he'd fix it himself within an hour and get them a better jar, i think he'd even leave his favourite creatures offerings during the day of the dead.

Farah🌛- I think Farah would be Hiding her relationship with her sol ( sun) , her girl is so soft and bubbly but has this dark little look to her, but because of her culture and high risk job Farah keeps the relationship private to protect her girl. But I think there'd be signs, she'd buy her Bella (beautiful) matching taxidermy jewelry, I think some kind of bones or teeth, she loves her girl so much, she wants to show she cares by wearing her weird little interest.

Roach🪳- he'd absolutely scavenge his butterfly trinkets, I'm talking mudlarking, I'm talking on missions sees an old coin in a lake, his now, he's so sneaky and quick, the team are absolutely so confused why his pockets are so heavy and jingle as he walks but it all makes sense when they eventually meet his love at their house and it's covered in small little trinkets and also he absolutely buys her a pinned roach.

Horangi 🍻- I fully believe his sweetheart is a curvy girl, and he's obsessed, he buys her lingerie with spiderwebs in the mesh and makes her model it, loves seeing the way her body curves and moves as she walks, and he wears matching rings with her.

Now onto the guys that made my little vampire heart go wild with this idea

Konig 🌩️- firm believer that konig sees her one day and is just obsessed immediately, I think he'd live more rural in the mountains and would bring little trinkets he finds, almost worshiping his spatz (sparrow) like how people worship different god's by leaving offerings. I think he'd hunt his food often so he'd give schatz the bones and fur, he'd clean them too and would use the fur to make her things to add to her collection, anything to show he can provide for her. I think she'd be the small towns little witch, at least that's what people say, I think she's just a regular girl who loves cottages and creepy stuff but small villages talk, and konig is hooked immediately.

Keegan 🦷- Keegan isn't bothered, he'll he'd make it you, go into the woods and hunt for bones and dead bugs to preserve for you. I think he'd go to all the fairs and shops and I think he'd even get some himself for the animals he likes, not many but I definitely think he'd have a crow or something. my first thought with Keegan is on their anniversary he'd order his darling blood jewelry made from his own blood, I don't think he'd even think to much into it, the price doesn't matter and blood doesn't bother him, anything for his woman.

Ghost 💀- we all know that ghost is closed off and doesn't love easily so you can imagine when he does love he falls hard, in walks in this little thing and he's fucking hooked. He doesn't care how morally wrong it is, she's his, the second he sees her, just a little thing, he's gotta protect her, provide for her. Some how he worms his way into her life (definitely a meer coincidence and I'm sure no stalking involved at all) and he's not going no where. I think he'd buy her anything she wanted, he doesn't care about the price and I think he'd have some... unethical ways to get her certain oddities let's say, he kills an enemy and notices he has a prosthetic eye or something , well his little bunny would love that for her shelf, he can clean bones no problem, and if she asks where he got a human skull because they're so expensive and rare well 'got em from an antique shop' thats all she needs to know.

[v1x3n]

𓋹⋆｡° - BIKINI

simon 'ghost' riley ⸝⸝ navigation ⸝⸝ goth masterlist ୨୧ tags : suggestive

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you and simon go to the beach with matching suits!

The way your thighs move as you walk around on the beach could almost make him come undone, but your thighs and your ass and your fucking tits. His cock was slowly growing painfully stiff.

You spin around, "Si! There's a spot round there” you gleam and walk to the spot you were just talking about. His eyes follow your bikini, the black fabric just barely covering your body. The spot you had picked was right at your feet and you settled down. A picnic blanket was brought to the floor with the bags pulled on top. "Come sit” smiling at him and hopping down to the floor, stretching your legs out whilst grabbing the uncream.

"I'll do it” Simon almost snatches the suncream off you and brings himself down next to you. Squirting the cream on your arms and sensually massaging it into your glistening skin. You glance down at his shorts, you and him had gotten matching pairs! He had black shorts with a small skull print at the bottom and you had a tiny bikini with skulls on both the pieces of fabric covering your tits, just for a second and catching his length hard. Not rock solid hard but getting there.

"Oi!" you shout and hit his arm away in faux anger. You giggle as his face turns into one of confusion, his mouth humming a small confused noise. “get your fucken dick away!” chuckles come from him as he finds out why you were so giggly.

“Perhaps I could put it in you instead?” Simon towers on top of you, holding himself on top of you while your laughs lay down and instead your face lights up with a warm red glow. A hand rubs up your thigh, the side of your hip then up to your bikini strap. Pinging the fabric of your skin, you glare at him. “cheeky cunt.”

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😳😳😳 fuuuuck

something something simon riley who unwinds by going to dingy bars and picking up pretty goth girls and fucking them in the bathroom or alleyway

something something simon who growls in their ear about how killing all the bad men he comes across in his line of work is completely worth it as long as pretty things like you can spend their days getting their nipples pierced and covering their soft skin in ink