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Cop: What are you names?

Johnny: Don't tell them, Y/n.

Cop, writing: Y/n...

Y/n: Bloody good job, Johnny!

Cop, writing: Johnny...

Simon:

Simon: Simon.

Cop, writing: Simon...

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Rigel ☆ Immortal ∞ I crave delicate necks, haunted words, and crimson of life †

ao3 [ byler, loustat ]

My personal blog where i follow back @skyrigel

[ What if I really was someone else ? ]

Simon 'ghost' Riley Masterlist

Smut/suggestive

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.

Bet it does [ 18+] [ Overstimulation]

Take a look at my gf trend with Simon [ 18+]

Sleeping beauty [ 18 + ] Somnophilia

Biker! Simon x wife!reader having riding lessons [ 18+ ]

Simon Riley and how I met your mother [ 18+]

Simon discovers Mrs.Riley's choking kink [18+]

Shower sex with Simon[18+]

Simon upgrading from audios to video [ 18+ ]

Mrs. Riley is such a tease in her red dress, Simon teaches a lesson [ 18+ ]

Brother's best friend! Simon x f! reader [ 18+] one para → pinked

Giving Simon handjob [ 18+]

Stay with me [ 18+ ] [implied safeword uses ]

Simon who says no attachment... until you're sick [ Suggestive themes so 18+ ??? ]

Sadist!Simon uses vibrator on you [ 18+]

Simon fixing car, Missus is no help

Fluff/mild angst

Miserable! Simon Riley meets sweet! Missus

Clingy! Simon Riley wants your attention

Shy! Simon Riley meets pretty! missus.

Period rambling: Simon being best bf

Simon who takes care of himself for you

Simon doesn't give a fuck but for you, he's a mother hen

Simon who can't say no to you

Simon being Sweetheart and Mrs. Riley being drunk in love( crack drabble <3 )

Simon who doesn't want a relationship but for you he might try

Grim Reaper! Simon Riley x f! Reader

Drabble 1: Simon wants attention

Drabble 2: Who's the clingy one ?

Period rambling again: soft! Simon

Simon who lives alone, reader who wouldn't leave him alone ://

Omega!reader makes a nest

Driving Simon crazy by saying his name[18+]

First kiss with Simon ft. Asshole ex

Simon who wants only you [ suggested themes ]

Sarcastic Simon x nurse!reader

Good night thought: best moment of his life

Simon who blushes

Oblivious! Simon and oblivious! Reader

Retired! Simon and neighbour! Reader

Non English! Reader and Simon (✿⁠)

Reversed trope: possessive reader

Simon with acne

Simon is not his father

Simon's mate crashes in ft. Soap [ghoap x u ]

Reader sending a text to Simon :)

Simon keeping up with your silly

Reader teases Simon for fun but he's not up for games

Simon brings a bird back home to take care of her

Drunk Simon says soft words to you

Simon talks to you when he's stressed<3

Simon shows his massive gun ft. autistim

Falling asleep on his shoulder

Simon acts like he's not smitten ( he is )

Omega!reader begging Simon's knot

Simon doesn't do girlfriend ( he does wife )

Simon loves you like his father should've loved his mama

Simon only had to say, stay instead...

Fuckboy!Simon x nerdy!reader drabble

Fuckboy! Simon loves getting a reaction out of his shy, nerdy roommate.

Shy Simon no longer shy

Simon has a crush, and wants you to help

Sharp edges become soft, summer morning

Undercover mission with Simon [ fake dating, forced proximity] might become a longer piece on ao3

How task force reacts to reader on sex pollen

How task force reacts to silence treatment

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Before you and Simon were a thing, Simon acted like a new bride. His soft gaze casted off — trying to find you in a crowd just to hide from you.

His cheeks blasted pink when you just merely spoke to him, he barely ever replied back in anything that wasn't incoherent or mean or whispered long after you were gone with a fond eyeroll.

Simon who kept his crush on you so private (everyone knew but they just wanted to be one piece for he inevitable wedding) that he caressed your profile picture like committing war crimes in secret.

He considered everything clandestine.

Simon who couldn't handle even the most accidental or well aware touches, that big boy would slowly combust into flames, insides becoming confetti at your touch.

So it was really indeed insufferable when the same private LT became utterly, incandescently “my love” man for you.

He can't keep his hands off you.

He can't look away from you.

His fingers are always reaching out, mouth always having something to say, sweet words and simpler meaning, his eyes dancing over you like you carried the moon in your eyes, and the sun in your mouth, and star like moles.

The slow, mindless ways in which his hand rests over the small of your back.

The constant addition of you in his all of his conversation.

The lover he has become for you.

Like love had moved him completely, giving him words to speak, a language he entirely knew for you.

Masterlist

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What can that pussy do ?

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“mmm, so good…” Simon's hot mouth presses every word from your chin to belly button. His wet lips gliding across your skin and being infinitely kind, so much that you forget how hard he used to bite.

He is gasping for breath, impossibly beautiful in the blazing morning that dances on his skin — golden. His lightning-like scars get silver and more, and you are in love.

“I…I want you, Si.” you hush him, tangling your sweaty fingers in his equally tousled hair.

Golden threads coiled around.

Simon chuckles, it's breathy, then kisses the underside of your thigh, and nibbles softly along a sweet hum.

“Gud mornin', love.” Simon chuckles, his eyes are softer, and kinder in this light.

His hands are gentle around your legs, pulling at the flesh with tenderness only a bruise could carry.

He's sweeter in the morning haze, now and here.

“Simon…” you urge on, because you want him to devour you, you don't understand this sort of love which is...slow, and nice, and cool.

Because you want him to wreck you completely. You know him in sharp bites on neck, and rough hands on hip, and sweaty hot skin. Something...not this, something just as beloved.

Those sharp erratic slams of him inside you. His feral movements — hands digging and digging, sharper at your hips, in that euphoria where he can't be any more closer to you that one could be with the sun; the rapid push and pull, the urgent groping.

Harshened ways, calloused ways — unknown cartography of this simpler language such as making love in the bright summer morning, and not, and not fucking in dark.

“But yer so sweet my dove, lemme have a taste, huh.” Simon only says, his words sweet and honey like.

His nose tip tracing patterns at your delicate hipbone, mouth warm and curious and hungry.

He'll eat you whole, and he'll eat you softly.

Simon is so desperately lovely in this afterglow, and you're in love.

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Simon: if you could change one thing about me, what would that be?

Y/n: huh, your last name.

Simon:

Y/n:

Simon: MARRY ME. RIGHT NOW!

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My alone time is essential to my well being.

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Before you and Simon were a thing, Simon acted like a new bride. His soft gaze casted off — trying to find you in a crowd just to hide from you.

His cheeks blasted pink when you just merely spoke to him, he barely ever replied back in anything that wasn't incoherent or mean or whispered long after you were gone with a fond eyeroll.

Simon who kept his crush on you so private (everyone knew but they just wanted to be one piece for he inevitable wedding) that he caressed your profile picture like committing war crimes in secret.

He considered everything clandestine.

Simon who couldn't handle even the most accidental or well aware touches, that big boy would slowly combust into flames, insides becoming confetti at your touch.

So it was really indeed insufferable when the same private LT became utterly, incandescently “my love” man for you.

He can't keep his hands off you.

He can't look away from you.

His fingers are always reaching out, mouth always having something to say, sweet words and simpler meaning, his eyes dancing over you like you carried the moon in your eyes, and the sun in your mouth, and star like moles.

The slow, mindless ways in which his hand rests over the small of your back.

The constant addition of you in his all of his conversation.

The lover he has become for you.

Like love had moved him completely, giving him words to speak, a language he entirely knew for you.

Masterlist

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Simon, on the phone: Johnny, you need to come over and pick me up.

Johnny: What? Why?

Simon: Y/n is passive aggressively washing the dishes she asked me to do 6 hours ago.

Simon: This house isn't safe anymore.

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Y/n: Hey. What do bees make ?

Simon: I know this joke but since I am hopelessly in love with you and all your silly ways, I will follow along with you through everything.

Simon: Honey.

Y/n *through tears*: ...Yes dear.

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Y/n: if you have 10 ice creams, and I asked for 5, how many ice creams would you have?

Simon: none.

Y/n: Si, that's basic math it's not that hard-

Simon: I would give them all to you because I like you

Y/n:

Y/n, holding back tears: Gross! absolutely disgusting. get out of my room.

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Y/n: Is your dick big enough for the way you act ?

Simon: Come and see.

*Later*

Y/n: *flustered* He can keep acting this way.

Simon: :)

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my intentions r pure nd my heart full of love,,pls ignore iwantboobies posts

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Let me introduce retired!Simon whose life has become cluelessly empty. Morning to dusk he is fixing cabinets, painting fences, oiling cables of his motorbike.

He's seriously so purposeless until, well ofcourse until you move in to the house opposite his, and the first thing you do is crash your trailer into his fence.

“I am literally so sorry ! So, so sorry —” You profusely apologise. Hands on your hip and gaze warmer than the sun.

Simon stands there transfixed, he should say something, he should be angry, he should literally brood, that stuff was painted twice just yesterday. But all he does is watch you get into your car again with a determined streak to turn the trailer.

One, two and — SMASH.

Once again over the fence until it could no longer be distinguished as a fence. Flowerbed mashed all together. Again, you get out of the door, engine dying all over with key gripped in your trembling hands, biting down your lips and head shaking profusely; like you could really use a knuckle knock over your head.

“Da keys,” He grumbles out. His whole heart exploding with the way you looked at him with hope in your eyes.

He has never been more in love.

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Hi! I I was wondering if you could update your masterlist link? I think it stopped working with the name change maybe. I’m hoping to reread and discovering more of your writing 😊!

Yes, i have made a personal blog @skyrigel and changed this one's username.

Here's my completely working masterlist

Individual links back to part 2, and to masterlist on each fic has been updated as well so no worries about that too :))

Happy reading!

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Simon who's an attention whore. You cooking? So he's clinging on to your neck, grabbing away that spatula and kissing you giddy. You on work ? So he's leaning against the wall, brooding and whining and mewing. You out with your friends? He's sending that Little scratch he got, captioned with, “need kissies now”, he lowkey wants your fuckin' attention all the damn time and he's so shameless about it.

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Y/n: Don't tape it, pin it to the wall instead.

Simon: How will you feel if I pin you against the wall ?

Y/n: *without missing a beat* Dream come true.

Simon: what ?

Y/n: what ?

Johnny: I am taping the notice btw.

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