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happy valentine's day, jo ❤️ for the #mmvalentinesevent can i request "carding your fingers through your lover’s hair after a bad nightmare" with ghost and helen please? love you, babes!!
sometimes, i dream
simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader [helen!reader]
Some nights, he falls asleep dreaming of nothing.
In others, the black space behind his eyes comes alive with all the failings—the blood, the loss, the sights. Sometimes they’re accurate depictions, a flashback, a reminder; sometimes they’re heightened, a lie created by the fears he carries.
He never knows when they’ll come, when they’ll crash into him, and when they do…
Nightmares pull Ghost under. The mask he applies so perfectly is yanked from his face, leaving him exposed—leaving him with Simon.
Simon has scars that are different to the ones Ghost has. Ones that aren’t on skin level, but far beneath the surface.
They choke him. They force strangled noises passed his lips as the darkness wraps around his throat. It unfurls inside of him. Needing to wake, needing to escape—
“Simon…”
It drips into his ear, calls to him: her voice.
An outline of her stepping like the brightest light into the peripheral of his dream. It’s something, but not quite enough. Needing more, internally pleading with her.
Save me. Help me.
“Shh, Simon. I’m here.”
She’s more corporeal. Pushing through the shadows of his guilt, trying to reach him, desperately fighting against memories and failures and—
“Baby, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
Her nails brush through his hair as he dances between dreams and being awake. He knows them so well. A feeling he treasures and craves.
Her fingers, those healing hands, push past his slightly-too-long hair. Likely feeling the damper parts from his nightmare. Her nails occasionally scrape against his scalp, cementing him here and not wherever his mind keeps trying to take him.
Ghost flicks his eyes open. His sight meeting darkness, but not the same type his mind had conjured. This darkness has familiar shapes and calming shadows. It has outlines that make him relax.
It’s why all he does is stare.
Finding her eyes, even in the dark of the night. Needing them, having them guide him back to normal breathing.
He should admit it—tell her—that the mere whisper of his name had yanked him free of his nightmares hands. That when she repeated it again, it unlodged the grip around his lungs; untangled the knot in his stomach, and allowed his heart to thump again.
But when she called him baby... when her beautiful lips let those four letters slip out into the air—it had pulled him back to her.
Pulled him from sandy deserts, where there were screams of people he could have saved and his palms soaked with blood that wasn't his.
It’s why he stares at her like she is the sun. Because she is his sun. She lights him, both his world and his skin. She spreads warmth, even amongst the places he never thought he’d feel it again. Her smile, similar to the sunniest of days—makes everything okay, even when it couldn’t be further from it.
She has cloudy days, thunderstorms and rain, too. He knows she does. Has pulled her from them and brought her close to him.
He guesses she's returning the favour. Pull him close to her, feeling his panicked breath on her chest until he soothes and coats her skin in quick thank yous.
He will, thank her. For now, he slides his hand over her forearm, squeezing—letting her know he’s back, he’s here. A silent gratitude, one she must hear loud and clear because she drops the softest, sweetest kiss to his brow.
“Would you still love me if I was a rock, Simon?”
And he feels it before he acknowledges it: a smile.
The way it spreads like wildfire across his face. The way his mind wants to articulate some sarcastic comment, letting go of the last tendrils of his nightmare with ease.
She’s good. He thinks quickly—almost tempted to slide his palm up and feel her smirk. Using distraction.
“I’d carry you in my pocket. Maybe throw you at Johnny when he’s pissin' me off.”
She laughs the most beautiful sound, one which lulls him without trying. “You wouldn’t need to aim, either. I’ll always find the spot to hurt him. Just for you.”
He grips her arm a little tighter, thumb brushing in swipes. “S’why you’re too good for me,” he whispers, the words barely kissing the air.
“One day you’ll believe we deserve one another.”
He snorts, imagining the smile she's wearing at his grunt.
He just feels the most comfortable silence fall over them. Enough to make him close his eyes as her head meets his shoulder. Warmth spreads over him as her skin touches his.
He’s almost not afraid to try and sleep again.
Not with her by his side, his lips brushing her forehead, his hand remaining on her forearm—rooting himself with her.
an: i know this was supposed to be sweet and romantic, @halfmoth-halfman so i hope this is okay that i took it a little… angstier. loves ♥️
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.
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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.
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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.
Masterlist
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.
~~~
“ 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'.
~~~
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.
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
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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Think about Simon working on his bike, the garage is open, allowing penetrating hot rays of sun inside and then there's you, with little princess jus' woke up hair and a cute pink dress, barely reaching your knees. You are carrying a tray with a glass of gleaming slushie, a cute grin on your face as you step in his work space. “Look at you, working so hard, my baby.” you settled the tray on the desk, already covered with screws and nuts. It was an inside joke and you relished in the way Simon looked back at you, raising a brow in warning, like he was really saying, you want that Mrs.Riley, here ? You raked your gaze to his squatted thighs, watching his groin with your shameless eyes, he noticed it too, smirking as he made a show of getting up, “Good morning lil' dove, why do you have to so sweet, huh ?” he smiled, kissing your cheek as he took the glass, his lips bright in the sun as his throat bobbled, like thrusting, each coil rolling within his skin and your mouth was suddenly too dry, you can already feel yourself getting wet just at the sight of your husband, a remarkable sight indeed, he's not wearing a shirt and his vest is completely drenched in his sweat, allowing you to see through, his abs are so breathless and it doesn't matter how much you had admired his body, he just gets more slutty, “Well couldn't let you work hard and then no reward, phew.” reward, You made a show of walking to his bike, the very beloved bike that he took you home after your second date, and also how things heated up, right there on this leather, oh — you were dripping by now, juice coating your inner thighs and you knew Simon knew it too, he was glancing at your ass like a punky teenager who's never been laid, a feral way that makes you squirm and want him more, and ofcourse you were a naughty-naughty girl, you had earned it, mewling like a proud cat when he called you, “You never taught me riding.” you huffed, jumping on seat from one side and letting him see as you sprawled your leg on the other, leaning back, your back against the tanker, a full display for your already hard husband, you could make out his big dick through his pants, your mouth watering. “Huh?” no offense, but he looked so hot when he got nonsensical like that, he wasn't even pretending, he looked at your pussy and raised a question at you, gawking you deliberately. “You never taught me how to ride—” you pouted, “—your bike.” Simon's breath were already panted, he was sweaty and hot and so needy, sitting upright in front of you and pulling your thighs so you were closer to him, almost pressed, his cock rubbing against your clothed pussy, stiff as a rod, “I think I had before.” he had, his nose nuzzling in your sleepy warm body, “You had ? I don't remember.” You whined, wanting the friction that he was making you crave, wanting him to fuck you so hard, you didn't care if your garage was open, didn't care if Mrs. Wilson might be watching, it just turned you more hot, can you want him any more because you just can't get enough of him, no matter how much he fills you up with cum you're already begging for more, a naughty-naughty girl indeed. “oh, don't worry, you will remember it now for days.” and you'd be a liar if you won't, smiling as your dress rode and his greedy hands and mouth were everywhere, chasing you, good luck Mrs.Riley, because you signed up for it.
Teheeeeee period wooshhh
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Simon ‘ghost’ Riley Masterlist
Serial killer!Simon x fem!reader [ 18+] violence, gore themes, sexual themes, possesive!ghost, blood.
Simon gets a call from sleepy!gf while he's at work.
Simon comes home to you, with bruised knuckles and a heavy smug grin.
Simon loves you but he has his own secrets, like the man in the basement.
Miserable! Simon Riley meets sweet! Missus
Clingy! Simon Riley wants your attention
Shy! Simon Riley meets pretty! missus.
Period rambling: Simon being best bf
Take a look at my gf trend with Simon [ 18+]
Simon who takes care of himself for you
Biker! Simon x wife!reader having riding lessons [ 18+ ]
Simon doesn't give a fuck but for you, he's a mother hen
Simon Riley and how I met your mother [ 18+]
Simon discovers Mrs.Riley's choking kink [18+]
Mrs. Riley is such a tease in her red dress, Simon teaches a lesson [ 18+ ]
Simon who can't say no to you
Simon being Sweetheart and Mrs. Riley being drunk in love ( crack drabble <3 )
Brother's best friend! Simon x f! reader [ 18+] one para → pinked
Simon who doesn't want a relationship but for you he might try
Simon who says no attachment... until you're sick [ Suggestive themes so 18+ ??? ]
Grim Reaper! Simon Riley x f! Reader
Drabble 1: Simon wants attention
Drabble 2: Who's the clingy one ?
© All rights reserved to @skyrigel, I do not grant any permissions to translate, copy or plagiarise my work on other sites. Please write your own.
Simon's the guy who is nonchalant and a no-nonsense attitude, he's the man who doesn't care and absolute zero fucks and that's until missus comes along.
Now Simon's running around the house, bickering how you shouldn't skip breakfast and he's absolutely frowning when you side your greenies before he's holding your jaw and spooning them in, “Now be a good girl for me, won't ya' cupcake.” is all he says, tapping twice under your chin.
He's fussing over you, tucking you in scarves and caps and buttoning your coat because it's cold outside, “Can't see my pretty girl sick.” is all he says, bumping your nose.
John practically snorted when Simon pulled out your sneakers from your purse that he has been carrying, because he knew you're gonna whine about your pointy heels later, “Dance all you like babygirl” is all he says, bending down and removing those evil heels, then massaging your red ankle before he's sliding in your sneakers.
Oh, and yes he's gonna burn the whole fucking world if it meant to keep you warm, because he fucking cares only about missus.
Grim Reaper! Simon
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Simon ‘ghost’ Riley Masterlist
Serial killer!Simon x fem!reader [ 18+] violence, gore themes, sexual themes, possesive!ghost, blood.
Simon gets a call from sleepy!gf while he's at work.
Simon comes home to you, with bruised knuckles and a heavy smug grin.
Simon loves you but he has his own secrets, like the man in the basement.
Miserable! Simon Riley meets sweet! Missus
Clingy! Simon Riley wants your attention
Shy! Simon Riley meets pretty! missus.
Period rambling: Simon being best bf
Take a look at my gf trend with Simon [ 18+]
Simon who takes care of himself for you
Biker! Simon x wife!reader having riding lessons [ 18+ ]
Simon doesn't give a fuck but for you, he's a mother hen
Simon Riley and how I met your mother [ 18+]
© All rights reserved to @skyrigel, I do not grant any permissions to translate, copy or plagiarise my work on other sites. Please write your own.
Simon loved you in every way, he liked your sleepy soft voice and grumpy bratty smile and sweet hungry whining, he liked you in mornin nd in night, but something something about the way you looked when you were just so fucked up.
He can cum alone with the way you looked just after he'd pounded inside you, your mouth gaping with drool, eyes blown back like you were brainless, no thoughts forming except how good he made you feel, the way he pushes inside you, deeper until he finds your g-spot, thrusting like devil has taken him over, he liked how your sweet mouth didn't stop making all those obsences sounds, your ah-ah-ah synchronised with every hard pound, how needy and feral you became, your neck starting to bruise with his marks—his, breast rippling up and down and meeting his pace — his, and it was one of those times when he was admiring your feral fucked up body, that pretty brain of yours that was always thinkin and now you wouldn't even remember your own name, just Simon-Simon-Simon in a chant. So good.
He was still inside you despite painting your insides with his seed over and over, you can still feel his cum dripping down your hole, slicky noises explicitly coming as he lazily moved inside you, tormenting you. He cupped your cheek, admiring his darlin work.
“So pretty, m' baby.” He cherished, chuckling as another tear rolled down and you whimpered, your legs aching — already sliding down from his shoulder but Simon didn't let go, his hand coming to your throat where your skin was starting to purple.
“Not now..Mrs.Riley...wish ya' see how pretty you look dove.” He cooed, tracing your neck and he never choked you, he already had you so good and breathless and you have always been a sensetive girl, but it seemed right as his big veiny hand wrapped around your throat, and he could already feel the way you sucked on air and just when he squeezed, trapping your breath — your hips buckled to meet his cock, twitching inside you, Simon smirked, he didn't know you would've liked it but he should've known how much you love him, how much you love his big cock.
“Such a needy little girl.” He said, thumbing your chin up, drool slitterin down the side of your mouth, eyes blown back. Beautiful.
How much he loved you like this, so good.
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Simon didn't call you his naughty-naughty girl for no reason, it was like —you were. Always teasing and bratty, riling him up until he could bear no longer and has to teach you a good lesson.
That day was no exception, you already hit the first step when you decided on a red dress that did the best for your curves.
While Simon did his best to get as much hands on you wherever he can but —
“Oh Simon baby, have some decency.” You frowned, when one of the older woman looked at the way your husband's hand was resting on your ass, almost kneading your dress to wrinkles.
“Behave Mr. Riley.” you already knew about the effect these words had on him and if you didn't, the tenting erection that he meanly pressed against your hip was one solid job.
“Give me some time with my friends Mr. Riley.” You pouted, kissing his cheek and tracing down a finger from his chest to his navel, twinkling eyes.
Simon growled and watched as you teased him some more, not so accidentally running your hand over his thigh under the table, calling him Mr. Riley again and again, watching with your most devouring smirk while he fumed up with tension.
Then it could've been nice of you if you didn't slap his hand away when he slipped between your legs, pushing back your chair and eyeing him deliberately.
“Sorry, jus' gonna use the restroom.” You said, to all of your friends but specially to Simon who glared with his hands empty, such a naughty-naughty girl.
So when women's restroom banged opens, belt unbuckling as soon as he grabbed you, riding up your dress, it was time for a lesson.
Masterlist
Updated !!!
Upcoming fics
Brother's best friend! Simon Riley x you
Simon Riley and more fussing over
Simon Riley who fell in love with the way you said his name
Request : open !
Simon ‘ghost’ Riley Masterlist
Serial killer!Simon x fem!reader [ 18+] violence, gore themes, sexual themes, possesive!ghost, blood.
Simon gets a call from sleepy!gf while he's at work.
Simon comes home to you, with bruised knuckles and a heavy smug grin.
Simon loves you but he has his own secrets, like the man in the basement.
Miserable! Simon Riley meets sweet! Missus
Clingy! Simon Riley wants your attention
Shy! Simon Riley meets pretty! missus.
Period rambling: Simon being best bf
Take a look at my gf trend with Simon [ 18+]
Simon who takes care of himself for you
Biker! Simon x wife!reader having riding lessons [ 18+ ]
Simon doesn't give a fuck but for you, he's a mother hen
Simon Riley and how I met your mother [ 18+]
Simon discovers Mrs.Riley's choking kink [18+]
Mrs. Riley is such a tease in her red dress, Simon teaches a lesson [ 18+ ]
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Simon who just can't say no to you.
It has been like this from the moment his eyes met yours, a very terrible Monday morning if he hadn't met you but now that you remembered, it's the most beautiful day of both of your lives.
“Is that seat taken ?” Simon looked up at the small morning roused and still sleep laden voice, you were as knackered as you sounded, probably runnin’ on black coffee and cuppa noodles.
“Yeah.” He wasn't even aware how quickly he said it, “Yes, ofcourse miss.”
He scooted his big thighs together, trying to make as much space as possible for you and as if some divine thought struck him, he looked up — cheeks tinting with red.
“Would ya’ like window ?”
“No, But thankyou for asking.” You answered, sitting next to him and making sure to leave some space because those legs were thick and definitely his big cock needed some room.
Fuck, look away —
“Ghost...” Another man climbed inside bus, his eyes trained on you and your partner who's apparently Ghost ?!?!
“Wot ?” He said roughly, his shoulders pressed against yours
“Nothin’ old man.” The other man smirked and sat next to a Grandma who knitted half a sweater.
“Your friend?” You asked.
“ A little...Simon.” He said, “Simon Riley.”
“Oh.” You smiled, feeling blush creep up your neck and cheeks.“I like Ghost better.” you would've booed if you weren't feeling so tingly and nervy.
“You would like Simon more.”
“I would like that.” You couldn't believe you were flirting on a Monday morning.
One month later
“Ghost...” John horribly snorted, sprawling on couch as Simon paid him no attention.
“Wot ?” He asked, giving you his pinky as you painted the last letter ‘Y’ over hot pink nail polish, completing your H-E-L-L-O K-I-T-T-Y nail art, every letter on each nail.
“Nothin’ old man.” John smirked as you clicked your tongue, beaming up at Simon.
“Done !” You blew air and flashed a grin as Simon brought his hand up to examine your work.
“Done Luvie.” He smiled, bumping your nose with ‘I’ on his nail.
And you also liked Simon better.
Grim Reaper! Simon
Masterlist
Omg stawp🤧I’m glad they made you happy 🥹💖 I need sweetheart simon rn😩🌸
“Siiiiiiii-monnnnnn! I am tireeddddd” You slurred and giggled at how horrible it sounded, Simon just rolled his eyes fondly before grabbing your purse and standing up.
“tis’ past Mrs. Riley's bedtime.” He said smugly, snatching away the drink you almost got your hands on, Gaz drank it instead.
“Sleep well Mrs.Riley !” Soap raised his glass, wiggling his eyebrows the way Ghost hated.
“Tread carefully, he's not liking it.” Pince admitted, clapping an arm around Soap, watching dizzily at the whole affair.
“But you just started !”
Simon pulled you closer to him.
“She has work tommorow and will wake up all grumpy and moody, while I love her—”
“There are children here.” Soap stated, smirking at Pince who flashed him the bird.
“—like that but she's not gonna like being mean at her job, my ray of sunshine and I love meanie her—”
“You guys should really get a room.” Gaz dodged the glare Simon shooted.
“fuck it, let's go love.”
Ignoring them all, while you waved sloppily at them, like there would be no tommorow and John equally matching your freak.
Simon practically carried you out of the bar, one hand holding your high heels and sling bag while other wrapped around your waist.
“Baby, can we dance ?” You wiggled out and would have smashed your head if it weren't Simon who held you against him.
“Aren't you tired cupcake ?” He suggested, opening the car door and tossing in your belongings before clasping both of your hands in his veing big ones.
“Yeah. Right.” You blinked, then beamed, “But let's dance !” you added pulling him.
Simon shrugged, watching you with his fond head tilt, the one he had only for you.
“If you dance with me —” You lowered your voice to a whisper, cupping his face, “—I'll marry you.”
Simon's lips quirked, his lower voice tone was rapsier and more sexy, “Would ave’ take ya’ offer but am already married.”
He flashed his wedding band to you, taking in the frown you immediately descended in.
You blinked more and then looked at your hand, cupping his rough face.
“Same same.” You murmured, His cheeks flushed, nodding along, “samesame” He chimed, then.
“What a coincidence.” Simon blushed.
“Dance with me tonight.” You pouted, staring up from your mascara stained lashes.
“Wouldn’t ya’ husband mind ?”
“Wouldn’t my husband mind ?” You repeated, drunkish and everything mingled, like a spectrum, high and low all along.
“I don't think so.” He grinned, taking your fingers and bringing them on top of your head, twirling you once.
“Your wifey lovely ?” You asked, feeling giddy by the second twirl.
“Very.” Simon smiled, kissing your forehead.
Masterlist
Brother's best friend! Simon who's always so smitten and sweet to you. Bringing along sweets and snacks whenever he comes over.
Brother's best friend! Simon who casually tucks your hair back, asking you bout' your day and listening and doting on every word.
Brother's best friend! Simon who takes you for a ride on his motorcycle, buying you ribbons and scarfs.
Brother's best friend! Simon who would fight with your brother if has to, to make your wishes come true.
Brother's best friend! Simon who agrees with you when you say, you can date whoever you want until it's Joe from class B, and he's beaten to pulp the very next day.
Brother's best friend! Simon whom you share your first smoke with, coughing and laughing as he bumps your nose.
Brother's best friend! Simon who expects a kiss on cheek too, after you say bye to your brother and absolutely goes pink when you place a chaste wet kiss on his face.
Brother's best friend! Simon who takes you on prom along so you don't feel left out, kissing you sweetly so you know how it feels.
Brother's best friend! Simon who gives you a summer job in his garage, watching you grow into a bigger person.
Brother's best friend! Simon who likes watching you in your summer dress hopping around and helping him like a good girl when he asks for some tool.
Brother's best friend! Simon who spreads your leg on his desk, lowering his mouth while your eyes connect with his, melting into a puddle when his tongue swipes along your clit, humming with your sweet juices.
Brother's best friend! Simon who has your legs in his lap as your brother and his fiance go on about their first meet while your friends are laughing.
Brother's best friend! Simon who goes crimson when you catch the flower bouquet your sister in law tossed, kissing your forehead so proudly.
Brother's best friend! Simon buying you a car when you graduate, watching you proudly when you drive up to your new shared home, going absolutely crazy when the wall is decorated with a huge poster, WILL YOU MARRY ME MRS.RILEY !
Brother's best friend! Simon hugging you as you melt in his big arms, “That's not a question baby !” you half laughed and half sobbed, “I am gonna fire you if you say no.” he kissed your forehead delicately.
Brother's best friend! Simon who marries you with the twilight in his eyes, the same when you were sixteen, kissing you sweetly as fireworks go ablaze in your head.
Grim Reaper!Simon
Masterlist
Okay okay !! We're just bit behind on Angst and two requests then we're good !!
Also UPDATED!! <3
Simon ‘ghost’ Riley Masterlist
Serial killer!Simon x fem!reader [ 18+] violence, gore themes, sexual themes, possesive!ghost, blood.
Simon gets a call from sleepy!gf while he's at work.
Simon comes home to you, with bruised knuckles and a heavy smug grin.
Simon loves you but he has his own secrets, like the man in the basement.
Miserable! Simon Riley meets sweet! Missus
Clingy! Simon Riley wants your attention
Shy! Simon Riley meets pretty! missus.
Period rambling: Simon being best bf
Take a look at my gf trend with Simon [ 18+]
Simon who takes care of himself for you
Biker! Simon x wife!reader having riding lessons [ 18+ ]
Simon doesn't give a fuck but for you, he's a mother hen
Simon Riley and how I met your mother [ 18+]
Simon discovers Mrs.Riley's choking kink [18+]
Mrs. Riley is such a tease in her red dress, Simon teaches a lesson [ 18+ ]
Simon who can't say no to you
Simon being Sweetheart and Mrs. Riley being drunk in love ( crack drabble <3 )
Brother's best friend! Simon x f! reader [ 18+] one para → pinked
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