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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+]

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PipRavi moments

FIREBIRD (2021)

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 eya 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.

Oh wow, hello hello ! I didn't know you were aroace Darlin !!

Last song: Heat waves

Favourite colour: Purple

Currently watching: Umm..nothin

Last movie: Firebird !!!

Sweet, savoury or spicy: Spicy

Relationship status: Married

Current obsession: Folklore love triangle

Last google search: indapamide sustained release tablets uses

Currently working on: Myself

Open tags <3

Nine people I want to get to know better

Tysm @444rockstargf for the tag!!

Last song: In the air tonight- Phil Collins

Favorite Color: Forest green

Currently Watching: Supernatural

Last movie: Fallen (1998)

Currently Reading: Carrie by Stephen King and a Dean Winchester fic called As it Was on Wattpad

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory?: Spicy 100%

Relationship: Single as FUCK

Current Obsession: Scripting for/thinking about my drs (specifically all my ones for Rory Characters and my Dean Winchester dr)

Last googled: Dean Winchesters birthday (notice a pattern??)

Currently working on: A request from a very dear friend +lots of fic ideas

Tags (sorry if you’ve already been tagged, no pressure <3): @kappasbbgirl @iiheartsai @facingreailitysgravity @angelsanarchy @wildathevrt @svgarcaine @strawberrybyers @violetshazard @k1mdr4cul4

Simon never knew when and how, but he knew he loved you, so it started with that flirty sloppy shoot-a-shot smile at the bar. One glass down and he was kissing you like there was nobody else in the room, one smoke by the alley and the next you were sucking him off in his car, maybe it should've ended there, Simon wasn't the one who liked taking girls home but something sparked and he thought, you deserved a nice comfy mattress if he was going to fuck you and okay, he did, he took you home and absolutely devoured you, he made a real mess out of you, pounding inside you like a feral werewolf, pistoning in and out like he would never get a second chance.

And it should've ended there but it didn't, you should've gone by the morning because the good ones never stayed but instead you were perched on the counter, swinging your legs, your body sore from last night and face blotchy with sleep and unwashed make-up and he was making eggs. He was making you breakfast as you rambled how Nicky stole your jacket, he had no idea who was Nicky but oh boy wouldn't he got war to get back you jacket, because he will. You really should've been gone by afternoon but instead you were panting on the couch while his face was buried deep in your cunt, humming in your sweetness and sucking every bit nector you had for him. Simon didn't mind when you decided you wanted to make ravioli by the time evening drowned in the sky, from scratch and when you should be finding your clothes and leaving for once and for all, but instead Simon was putting the ingredients you called from your phone screen into the cart, walkin behind you. Two days later, you were putting in your dresses in his lonely-colourless wardrobe along with your favourite jacket, four days later, you were laughing because Simon never watched star wars, one week gone and he was braiding your hair and oiling your scalp, two weeks snapped and Simon was chasing you around the house while you ran with the cute Polaroid you had clicked while he was sleeping, Three weeks and Simon thought this is where you belonged, with him, he didn't know how and when but he did knew it was you, it could only be you.

Two years later and he's massaging your baby bump with cocoa butter, his eyes twinkling at you.

“I love you.” He says, just like that as you blink up from your tacos.

“I love you too sweetheart.” You cupped his cheek and watched him melt into your touch.

“I don't say it enough.” no, he's been constantly chanting it, sometimes whispering it in his sleep.

“You say it just fine.” You pulled his cheek, leaning back because you just little Riley baby moving inside.

“I am so blessed.” he looked solemnly, like he was replaying some memory in his mind, before kissing your tummy. So blessed.

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