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[babygirl-riley]

Simon’s mind was in a daze, unable to form a coherent thought as your lips moved against his. He hovered above you, his arms on either side of your head preventing you from escaping him.

“Simon.” You murmured against his lips, your fingers tightening their hold in his dirty brown locks. You fucking loved when Simon was like this. Needy, and desperate.

Simon gave a low hum in response, his hips grinding against yours, his cock practically throbbing inside of the confines of his jeans.

His tongue expertly explored your mouth, the wet muscle massaging against yours as soft moans emitted from his lips. He ground himself again, against you, his cock rubbing against your soaked panties causing you to cry out.

You let your head fall back slightly, the feeling of his rock hard cock rubbing against your clothed heat was almost too much for you. “Simon, please.”

But Simon was too far gone to hear your soft pleas, his mind focused solely on covering every inch of your exposed skin with his lips. His hot breath fanned against your neck, before his teeth bit down harshly against the skin.

Simon reveled in the thought of marking you, images of you covered in bruises left by his mouth filling his every thought. He let his mouth move lower, his tongue tracing along the expanse of your belly.

His eyes wandered to the wet spot forming on your panties, and felt his cock twitch in his pants. The smell of you alone had his brain nearly short circuiting, and he had to fucking get a taste.

He settled his head between your legs, his mouth practically watering at the thought of finally tasting you. He heard you whimper softly, and chuckled to himself before pressing a kiss to your soaked panties. “This all for me, pretty girl?”

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, your eyes flitting shut as you felt Simon’s finger pull your panties aside, giving him full access to your soaked core. “P-please.”

A small smirk lined Simon’s lips before he ran his tongue along your folds, his eyes squeezing shut at the taste of you on his tongue. He couldn’t fucking believe he didn’t do this sooner with you. One fucking taste of your sweet pussy had him fucking hooked.

You heard a small tear, and opened your eyes to Simon throwing your now torn panties to the side of the room. Before you could let out a protest, Simon’s face was buried back in between your legs, his tongue lapping at your soaked folds at a frenzied pace.

Your fingers found solace in his hair once more, giving harsh tugs every so often as Simon continued to lap at your cunt like a man starved. The sounds filling the room were simply sinful, his mouth devouring every drop of arousal that coated your heat.

You could feel his hands tighten against the plush flesh of your thighs, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue dipped into your aching hole.

Simon’s eyes flitted shut, his cock throbbing in his jeans to the point it was becoming painful. But he simply didn’t care, he wanted nothing more than to feel, to taste you cum on his tongue.

You gave another firm tug on his hair, pulling his face even closer to your pussy. “Simon, fuck!”

It was as if time stilled in that moment, as Simon felt a rush of heat coarse throughout his body. His cock no longer throbbed painfully, instead it pulsed against the confines of his boxers, coating the fabric with thick ropes of cum.

“Fuck!” Simon cursed against your core, his face pulling away ever so slightly as his body trembled. His cheeks burned crimson, his mouth still sheen with your slick.

His eyes met yours, and felt the warmth build once again in his belly at the pure look of lust on your face. Without skipping a beat, Simon’s tongue returned to your folds once more, his tongue now coated once more in your arousal.

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue, sweet girl. Then you can help me clean up my mess.”

[babygirl-riley]

Some Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!reader, smut under the cut, MDNI please :) this is my first blurb, sorry if it’s trash…thanks for reading <3

“Shhhh, shhh,” Ghost huffed quietly from behind you, grinding his hips harshly and rutting up against your ass while you squealed into his hand, both of you panting and tense as you laid over his desk in his office. You both had, had a long day out in the field and you needed this tension gone. His rough palm was firm against your mouth, fingertips digging into your cheek while he whispered hushed warnings into your ear.

“Quiet… or I’ll have… to stop,” He growled softly through gritted teeth, glancing at his office door while he slammed his hips carelessly against your ass, clapping sounds echoing through the room. Your eyes were in the back of your head, pussy squelching with every deep thrust as you babbled nonsense into his hand. Your arms were beginning to hurt from his tight grip on them, body aching and longing for a much needed orgasm.

Ghost looked down between you both where your bodies were repeatedly connecting, watching as his massive length disappeared into you over and over again. Your pretty pussy was struggling to take him all in, but you were still dripping slick down your thighs, making an absolute mess of both your sexes and leaving a creamy white ring around the base of his cock.

“Mmm..” you whimpered helplessly against his calloused hand, clenching around him as you began to see stars, letting the tears fall from your face as your orgasm forcefully rushed through you, pussy throbbing around his shaft. He groaned desperately upon feeling you gush on him, letting go of you and pushing you down against the desk as he now began to chase his own release.

He was greedy in the way he took you, scratching his nails down your back and burying his face between your shoulder blades while he fucked into you sloppily. “Fuck, y’feel..so..good, lovie..so wet f’me..” He panted quietly between thrusts, sitting up and aggressively pulling you up against his chest in a bear hug.

You were trapped in his big, solid arms, forced to endure his mean thrusts up into your cervix while your body trembled against him. “T-too much, sir, too much!” You whined, clawing softly at his wrist and letting the tears fall down your cheeks as Ghost hugged you tighter against him, ignoring your pleading. Your body was on fire, unable to come down from your first orgasm before you felt your second one approaching.

You felt one of his hands snake down to assault your swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles against it while he fucked into you with a sudden precision that had your gummy walls clamping down around him again. “Gonna cum again, hmm? Make a mess of my cock, doll? M’close too, baby..” He groaned quietly, grabbing a handful of your hair in his free hand and tugging you up so your bodies were flush, sweat soaked skin rubbing against one another.

“I-I-I’m c-cumming!” You cried, your vision doubling as your second orgasm washed over you, harsh waves of pleasure soaking your core as Simon emptied his load into you, grunting and slamming his hand over your mouth to try and hide your babbling screams while you both came. You felt his thick ropes of cum hitting your cervix, painting your walls and dripping out of your swollen hole because you were just so full.

You were both still sweaty and breathless when he pulled out of you, quickly yanking your underwear up your thighs in an attempt to keep his cum inside you. You stood up on shaky legs, staring up at him with lidded, glossy eyes and a dumb smile on your face as you both began to get dressed. You both stared at eachother for some time, staying wordless while he bent down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

After confirming you were okay, he guided your body towards the door, hand on the small of your back with a smirk and a sharp smack to your ass. “See you soon, Sargeant, be a good girl in the meantime for me, yeah?” A hint of a smile played on his lips under the mask, watching as you blushed and nodded shyly as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out. “Yes sir, thank you.” You murmured as you bit your lip to hide your smile, knowing that it wasn’t the first time your lieutenant took advantage of you and it definitely wouldn’t be the last time.

[babygirl-riley]

I DESPERATELY NEEDDD, simon making reader wear vibrating panties in public !!!!!! kisses!! xx

You were feeling nervous as you slipped on the vibrating panties that Simon had given you. He had promised you a night of excitement and adventure, but you had no idea it would involve wearing these panties in public.

As soon as you stepped out of the car, you could feel the vibrations against your most sensitive areas. You let out a gasp, trying to control your reactions as Simon led you to a crowded street.

'Remember, don't take them off until I say so,' Simon whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You could feel the intensity of the vibrations increasing as you walked, causing you to bite your lip and stifle a moan. People passing by would give you curious looks, but you tried your best to act normal.

Simon took you to a fancy restaurant, where the vibrations seemed to intensify even more. You squirmed in your seat, trying to discreetly adjust the panties, but it only made the sensations more intense.

'Enjoying yourself, my dear?' Simon asked with a smirk, knowing exactly what you were feeling.

You could barely concentrate on the conversation and the delicious food in front of you. Every time you moved, the vibrations would send waves of pleasure through your body.

As the night went on, Simon took you to different places, each one more public than the last. You could feel yourself getting more and more turned on, the vibrations becoming almost unbearable.

At one point, Simon stopped in the middle of a crowded street and whispered in your ear, 'Let's see how well you can control yourself, my naughty little one.'

He turned up the intensity of the vibrations and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You tried your best to keep a straight face, but your body betrayed you as you let out a small moan.

Simon chuckled, clearly enjoying your predicament. 'Just a little longer, my dear. I want to see you lose control in front of all these people.'

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to climax, your hands gripping onto Simon's arm for support. And just as you were about to reach your peak, Simon turned off the vibrations, leaving you panting and desperate for release.

'Good girl,' Simon praised, as he led you back to the car. 'Now, let's go home and have some real fun.'

As soon as you were alone, Simon ravished you, the built-up tension from the night exploding into mind-blowing orgasms. It became something he regularly teased you with, and the thrill of it made say yes. Always.

[babygirl-riley]

my brain is craving something insanely soft like simon taking your virginity on your wedding night

the thoughts are loud 😭

oh mymfod this is so sweet

cw; not proofread,afab

‘easy now—i’ll go gentle , baby.’

the large man hovering above you cooed down, rough palms that once broke limbs of men, cocked guns and took lives were now gently tugging down the lace of your panties, the rough palms that held yours at the altar, the ones that patted your back when you first met, thick fingers gently wrapped around the waistband of fabric hugging your hips.

your trembling fingers were brushing over the marks tainting the man’s face, nose crooked from breaks and bashes, cheeks scarred and brows fixed into a semi-permanent furrow, cheeks freckled and glossy brown eyes staring into your own, his full lips parted in adoration.

‘simon.. you’re so pretty.

prettiest i’ve seen..’

a whisper fell from your mouth, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in to muffle your words with his lips, moving to cup your jaw with a freehand, the other continuing to tug your panties down your legs, tongue moving against his own—so tender yet so powerful, passion underlying the soft mouthed kiss.

‘best thing that’s ever happened to me.’

a soft sound of lips moving against eachother.

‘my gorgeous bloody’ wifey, lettin’ me fuck her..’

scoffing, your lips separated as he leant down to pepper kisses along your bare torso, watching your lacey panties fall to the side of the bed beneath you two, his thick fingers gently dropping to run along your slick folds, a soft gasp leaving your chest—head falling to the side.

‘gonna stretch you out first, yeah? might hurt a lil bit..’

‘mhhmm..’

easing his way into your cunt, the singular finger caused you to shut your eyes, face scrunching in slight shock and pleasure, back arching off of the velvet bedsheets, attempting to instinctively shut your thighs.

‘that’s it, you like that?’

‘s’tingly.. feels weird..’

chuckling, he ducked down between your thighs—slowly pumping his finger in and out of your cunny with calculated movements, wrist curling upwards; tongue slowly circling your clitoris, humming into your flesh.

‘oh—oh my gosh.. simon—hunmggnn..’

‘y’want more, baby?’

‘please.’

it didn’t take much persuasion for him to slide a second finger in, lips parting—only to enclose around your trembling button, lapping at the bud of nerves, tongue swirling and spit dribbling down the folds of your pussy, thick digits scissoring the walls of your pussy, letting out a soft moan and gasp.

before you knew it, your tummy was tightening, and your thighs were trembling—fingers digging into the back of his head as you slowly rode out your orgasm, withering in his grasp as you cried out in pleasure.

‘ohh—simon—holyshit!’

‘thaattsss it.. whatta’ good girl, so good for me.’

‘simon..please.’

‘what is it?’

simon crooned, lifting himself from between your thighs, growing bulge pressing against the side of your leg, leaning down to pepper kisses along your neck, gruffly laughing at your fidgety reaction, attempting to roll away from the individual towering atop you.

‘gotta speak up, baby.. m’your husband now, gotta communicate.

want my cock?’

you nodded meekly, chewing at the plush of your lip, watching the behemoth above you move to discard of his robe and boxers, cock springing free from its restraints and standing upright against his abdomen, watching your eyes widen and chest rise and fall with quick breaths.

‘simon—s’not gonna fit.. i’m scared—‘

‘it’s okay love, if you want me to stop i’ll stop; i’ll go gentle, yeah? that sound good?’

‘pinkie promise?’

holding out your pinkie, he laughed lowly before curling your pinkie around his and nodding, pressing a soft kiss to your lips— almost breaking your nose in the process from enthusiasm, crook of his large nose hitting against yours softly.

‘ow—fuck.’

‘careful!’

giggling, you nuzzled the tip of your noses together affectionately, watching him wrap his hands around your waist, rubbing the pink-tip of his leaking cock along the lips of your cunt, letting out a soft hiss; watching you inhale quickly.

‘m’gonna put it in, yeah? might hurt for a bit.’

‘slow—please, you promised me.’

‘don’t worry, yr’ my bird—wouldn’t hurt you for anything.’

it felt like you were just tore in half as he slowly sinked the first bit of his cock inside, watching you cry out in pain for a moment, back arching and arms digging into the mattress, the man stilling his hips—gently kissing your jaw and cheekbone encouragingly.

‘simon—ow, jesus..’

‘i know, be there soon..’

huffing out a heavy breath, he quickly sank the rest of himself into you— watching you cry beneath him and reach up to scratch at his arm, tears threatening to prick at your eyes, whispering.

‘simon, simon—oh, fuck..’

‘s’okay, i’ll sit for a minute.. tell me when you’re ready.’

nodding, you laid beneath him like a ragdoll, sniffling and exhaling lowly, after a few minutes—you nodded and felt him slowly pull himself out, then sink back in, feeling the man push himself to a rhythmic pace, soft hums and moans leaving your lips now.

‘colour?’

‘mhggg…green.’

with that, the man’s hips sped up—his thumb circling your clit with gentle swirls, growling into your throat as his cock pounded into your tight cunt, balls slapping against the curve of your arse, pubic hair brushing against your swollen clit— groaning matching up with your soft begs and moans.

‘oh—jesus christ, doll..squeezing ’ me like a choker.’

‘simonnn…hmmggnhh; ohmigosh..’

eventually gets you to squirt all over his tummy, wanks off on your stomach and licks his cum up after, gives you the best chocolate and cleans you in the bath :3

[babygirl-riley]

car sex with simon riley

cw: semi-public sex, f!reader. 18+

simon riley can be so goddamn difficult. you know he means well, that he's overprotective because he cares, that he wants people to know who you belong to. but god, it can be so frustrating at times when you're trying to leave the house in a dress too skimpy for simon's approval. maybe, if he came with you, he'd allow it.

something else simon does is flirt with you publicly, or become sexual in public. underneath the restaurant table, he'd guide your hand over his hard bulge, grinding against your hand gently while maintaining eye contact with you, a smirk evident on his stupid face.

it shouldn't surprise you that simon wants to fuck you in public, or at least semi-public. when both of your hands are pressed against the window, the car becoming hot and steamy after a night out to a restaurant. he'd been flushed the entire time, giving you a stare with heavy eyelids and delirium inside his hazel eyes. you could feel the force and impact of his broad, large hips smacking against your ass, causing you to push your face up against the window, panting heavily like a dog while your pussy became wetter and wetter around his lengthy and achingly stiff cock. simon slammed deep into you, letting out a hoarse grunt, his dick twitching inside your wet heat.

“look at you, enjoyin’ this baby? you like lettin’ people know what a cock dumb slave ya’are f’me, yeah? dirty girl, ‘m gonna treat you like a whore tonight’...”

his words turn you on, his large body hunched over inside the backseat of the car, with his veiny cock pushed deep inside your cunt. you moaned through the ecstasy and the sensation of your tight hole pulsing around his throbbing cock, body shaking as he rubbed your clit, your moans becoming louder and louder. you wouldn't be surprised if the car was shaking from his rough and aggressive thrusts, fucking into you while muttering pure filth into your ear, the tip of his wet shaft pressed firmly against your cervix as he spurted thick loads of his hot cum.

[babygirl-riley]

simon who buys you lingerie. 🎀🎀

he enjoys picking out the design, the colour, the material. but he especially enjoys coming home from deployment and seeing you bent over and presented to him in a new lingerie set he'd bought for you before he left for work.

god, you really are a filthy tease... :(

he couldn't help himself, his thick and fat cock twitching and throbbing at the sight of you. he ran his finger over your slit, rubbing it softly and watching as the panties became wet with cum. he chuckled quietly and lowly at the needy sounds you made; filled with pleasure and ecstasy as you grinded your ass back against his clothed boner, desperate to feel the real thing inside of you after months using a toy instead.

simon pushed the panties to the side, taking his achingly sore, hard dick out, pushing inside slowly. his precum and your sweet, slick juices acted as lube, helping him ease and slide deeper inside. god, you're such a fucking tease, a beautiful one at that. bent over im doggy, taking his huge dick so well like the perfect slut you are. :(

[babygirl-riley]

RIP THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 4

HELLO THE MANDALORIAN & GROGU MOVIE

[babygirl-riley]

snow boys

[babygirl-riley]

omggg wait why can i see simon trying to do the orange peel theory thing with you and he’s even gone a step ahead to place the segments sooo neatly on a plate just for you to turn around and be like “baby, you know i don’t like oranges.” all simon does is stand there and grip the plate with frustration.

“d’you know what? that’s what i bloody get for trying to be a great boyfriend.”

[babygirl-riley]

simon ghost riley x fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; extended foreplay teehee (fingering); mentioned switching

simon hums, the sound rumbling from the base of his throat. you startle, your eyes ripping open and you swivel to turn to him, forgetting, for a moment, that he's here.

that he's been watching you.

he smirks like he noticed; knowing him, he definitely did. still, it makes you self-conscious and you go to shut your legs close, hoping to shield yourself from his gaze, but simon moves so quickly, his warm palm landing on the inside of your thigh to push it down.

"no-"

"shh," he says. "y've got nothin' to be shy about, baby." he grins, all dangerous and mean. “we both know you've long crossed that bridge.”

you huff, rolling your eyes even when you let yourself be manhandled to the position he wants you in—spread open for him; presented for him.

he rumbles in pleasure, eyes darkening in rippling desire.

"c'mon, pretty, girl," simon murmurs, his fingers tickling the sensitive expanse of your inner thigh, making you tremble. "y'were just showing me how you play w'yourself when i'm not around."

the reminder makes you hiccup, shyness creeping up in slow drawls. you feel warmth filling up your cheeks and you duck down, hiding away from the intensity of his honeyed eyes.

simon chuckles. “such a doll, aren’ya?”

you ignore him and the way his words make your face burn, choosing instead to return to what you were doing—your fingers trembling as they begin to tease along your folds again. the previous sensitivity that you were riding off of has petered away but it was so easy to re-spark it, especially now that simon is touching you. the loose hold he has on your ankle makes your skin thrum and you use the hyperawareness to ramp up the flicking desire into an explosion of untethering euphoria.

your fingers aren’t enough—simon made sure, after all, that your body can only ever cum because of him—but he’s so close. he’s watching you and you take advantage of the attention.

you moan his name, a breathy little thing that rasps itself out from the base of your throat.

“si- si-!”

there is something doctored in the way you mewl, but who can blame you? yes, you’re giving him something to watch, but you’re desperate for more. you try your best to rile him up because you’re desperate for his own fingers or, and this one truly makes your breath hitch, his cock.

simon’s beautiful, beautiful cock.

god, the way it curves. the way the head is pink because simon’s so pale all over. the way his pre- beads like pretty pearls, always has you lolingl your tongue out to catch them before they drip. the way his veins surround the expanse of his girth, drawing his cock to look so macho, especially when you close your first around it.

“fuck-!”

thinking about simon’s cock makes you even wetter, slick gathering between your fingers. you punch the length of them as deep as they can go, crooking them and spreading them apart as your orgasm begins to build, pooling in your belly, making your toes curl.

“simon, please!”

your moans are more honest this time. more truthful despite the pitch that they’ve taken.

“need y’r cock. need y- no!”

you tear your eyes open—you didn’t realize you’ve even shut them tight—at the feeling of simon’s fist closing around your wrist, holding it steady, making you freeze. the peak of your orgasm crumbles, your legs trembling at the feeling of having it be ripped from you.

“no!” you cry again, thrashing. “why’d you stop me?! wanna cum, please, baby? wanna cum, please!”

“shit, lovie,” simon rasps out, looking dishevelled himself. your eyes flick down to his waist and you realize, with a coo, that he’s taken his cock out to palm himself while watching you.

you bite down a smile at the realization—you’ve won.

“y’almost made me jealous of y’r pretty fingers,” he croaks. you track the way his chest heaves, his muscles and his pecs rippling underneath the tight shirt he’s wearing. “lemme fuck you now, yeah, baby? y’want that?”

you lick your bottom lip, trilling to yourself when simon’s sharp eyes zone in on the action and tracking it with vivid intensity.

you hum then, teasing, and you shake his hold off of your wrist which simon easily acquiesces. he watches as you pull your fingers out of your cunt, slow and deliberate, before presenting them to him, the length of them having a thin sheen because of your slick.

“lick f’r me?” is what you reply to him instead.

simon full body trembles before circling your wrist for the second time today. this time, though, with a different purpose. he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he drops his jaw open to take your fingers in.

you mewl at the same time that simon groans and, you wonder, if you can last another round after this. maybe you’d bring out your strap then.

[babygirl-riley]

HE IS EVERY BIT THE MANDALORIAN THAT THEY WERE.

[babygirl-riley]

The first time it happens wasn't on purpose, but Ghost spills over your pumping fist with a low desperate groan that makes you pulse between your legs. "Good boy." You file it away, make a mental note that he came without his usual warning.

The second time it happens is on purpose. You're riding him, grinding your hips down against his lap, feeling the rough curls of his hair against your clit. You press your hands against his chest, stare at him with a smile as he hits all the sweetest parts of you and coo out, "Such a good boy for me." Ghost swallows thickly, tips his head back with a shaky breath, and groans out a swear. He doesn't come, but you can feel his cock twitch, can see the way blush blooms down his neck and over his chest. "Does my good boy want to come?" You ask, succor sweet. The hitch in his breath is the only warning you get before he fills you, spills his warm come into you with a low groan and a mumbled apology. You've never heard Ghost mumble before.

You ask him about it, apologize quietly in the morning when he's got an arm slung over his eyes to shield them from the sun streaming in through the windows. "S'fine," He'd grumbled, still half asleep, "liked it. Got my tail waggin'."

The next time you say it is when you wrap his leash tighter around your hand, just to tug the thick leather around his neck as he fucks you like a dog. "Fuck," you drool against the bed, "my good boy." He fucks you so deliriously hard, too hard for the desperation in his voice when he leans over and tells you, "I am. 'M yours."

[babygirl-riley]

imagine olderbf!simon who you ask to do the push up trend whilst saying your name. simon’s getting really into it whilst you giggle away until he suddenly stops and realises what the hell is going on. he immediately stands and crosses his arms, staring at you. you stare back, feigning innocence. all simon does to shift the dominance back to him is tip your chin up and cock his head slightly.

“all you have to do is ask, lovie, and i can make any sound you want.”

full credits to @ave661 for the picture 🥹

[babygirl-riley]

Simon Riley is a man who loves hickeys. Whether it be receiving, or giving, the man is utterly obsessed with them.

When it comes to receiving, anywhere is fair game. He loves it when you mark him, when your little jealous fits cause you to litter his skin in your bite marks, showing the entire world just who he belongs to.

He will flaunt them, wear his tight fitting shirts out in public to showcase his fresh set of marks across his neck. He wears them with pride, not a hit of shame to be found.

He’ll love to stare at them, his eyes tracing over your small bite marks across his skin. At times, he wishes they were permanent, always remaining on his skin, always reminding him that he’s yours.

When it comes to giving them to you, he loves leaving them anywhere he can, not caring if they are visible to public eyes. He’ll leave small ones across your neck, just below your ear, across your chest, across your cute belly.

He loves the way you squirm underneath him when he nips at your skin, the soft whines that escape your pretty little lips when he bites down against your flesh.

He adores the way his marks look on you when he’s had his fill, various sizes and shapes covering your body from head to toe. He burns the image to his memory every time, the mental image never failing to bring a smile to his scarred lips.

You’re his, after all. He just has to make sure that everyone, especially you, knows that.

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A/N: don’t mind my shitty little blurb that I wrote at 3 AM🥲

[babygirl-riley]

simon who stands still when he sees you for the first time. any words being spoken to him goes in one ear and out the other. eyes fixate on you while you sit at a table with friends, the moment he had caught sight of you was when you laughed at one of your friends; a hand quickly coming up to cover your mouth. if it wasn't for the balaclava covering the majority of his face, the way his lips parted would be another indication of how you captured his attention.

part of him knew how alarming it may be if you were to catch his gaze at you. his stature and demeanor not welcoming, so he quickly shifted his gaze away from you. fingers tightened around the neck of his beer bottle. excusing himself from the rest, he shuffled his way through the bar to make his way to the bathroom. after a few moments and splashing water on his face to recompose himself, as he pulled open the door to head back out he stopped in the doorway.

standing there, you glanced up at the large figure across from you as you waited for the women's bathroom to become unoccupied. despite the mask covering his face, his eyes eased any discomfort you might have felt.

"sorry, i took a bit," simon mumbled out, moving to head out of the doorway.

you couldn't help but reach your hand up as a small giggle left your body. simon's body stilled at your response, watching as you laughed, part of him confused and the other part feeling his cheeks warm.

"i'm wating for the women's bathroom," a smile formed on your face, the hand that had covered your laughter pointed to the bathroom with the figure in a dress on the door. his lips parted again for a second time that night, an 'o' forming on his lips that could vaguely be noticed through the mask.

"right," simon nodded, quickly trying to cover up his stupid comment. "just thought if you had to really go you could sneak in the men's bathroom."

"i think i'll wait for women's bathroom. probably a bit cleaner, yeah?" you joked, trying to brush away the embarrassment you could sense from him.

simon nodded, not wanting to make a fool out of himself again by speaking anymore than he should. "right," he repeated the word from moments before. "well, have a good night." excusing himself, he headed back to the rest of the guys. when asked what took him so long, he brushed it off. but to the rest, it became painfully obvious the lieutenant had himself a little crush.

[babygirl-riley]

i want to taste you better

tags: MDNI 18+, overstimulation, cunnilingus, dirty talk, DADDY'S HOME (no daddy kink, sorry)

word count: 1k

a/n: the sequel to this drabble. ONCE AGAIN thank you to sleep token for writing sexy ass lyrics and giving me the best titles. I'm gonna make a whole series of smut drabbles based off sleep token lyrics fr

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Your car was in the driveway, but the house was unusually dark when Simon opened the front door. You always preferred to keep the lights on whenever he was away—said it felt ‘less lonely’ when the house was lit up. He didn't mind paying a bit more when the electricity bill came in if it meant you could find some comfort while he was away.

He dropped his bags at the door, deciding to deal with them later. He had more important things to do like finally holding you in his arms after being gone for two months. It certainly wasn't the longest he had been away, but it didn't mean he was any less eager to come back to you.

Simon crept up the dark stairs, avoiding spots he knew would creak beneath his weight. At the end of the hall, there was light framing a closed bedroom door.

He briefly thought about what you could be doing in there. Innocent thoughts at first—it was late, you had work in the morning, so you'd be in bed and winding down. But, the low drawn out moan that slipped from the door told him otherwise.

Fuck, he missed that voice. It wasn't the same hearing you whimper and moan from some shitty, little burner phone.

Your heavy breaths could be heard just outside the door. He lingered for a moment, pressing his shoulder to the wall. Your cries were beginning to crescendo, the tell tale sign of your orgasm.

Who was he to deprive you of that? It would just make your pretty noises all the more sweeter when he fucks another orgasm out of you.

When you met your peak with a choked gasp, Simon turned the door and stepped in. The air was thick with your scent.

You yelped at the sudden intrusion, sitting up and grabbing the blanket to cover your naked body. When the shock cleared, you were able to get a better look at the man who entered your bedroom. “Si?”

He clicked his tongue and cocked his head. “Thinkin’ of me, love?”

You cast the blanket aside and moved to slip off the bed, no doubt to run and hug him, but he stepped forward. “Don't move,” he commanded. “Lay down on the bed.”

You did as he said, laying back on the bed as he approached, anticipation holding your breath. You stared up at him looming over you. His black face mask was still on, obscuring mouth. You could see the faint black smudges still around his eyes.

Simon wasted no time slipping between your legs. He laid his palms on your inner thighs and spread them open to fit himself.

“Couldn't wait ‘til I got home. Were you really that fuckin’ desperate?”

You tried opening your mouth to defend yourself, but one of his hands, warm and calloused, slid between your legs. His thumb parted your folds to get a proper view of your glistening cunt, arousal leaking out and soiling the sheets below.

“My dirty girl,” he sighed, rubbing his thumb over your dripping hole. You squirmed, and he held you down by the hip, fingers digging into your soft flesh. “Gotta clean you up now.”

Both of his hands slid up the curves of your body, making sure to caress the mounds of your breasts before one settled on your jaw. He leaned over, stabilizing himself with one arm, and paused just before your lips.

You brought a finger up to tease the edge of the fabric over his nose before trailing to the string looped around one end of his mask. You pulled it off to reveal your lover's face and his smirking lips.

“Missed you,” you mumbled, leaning up for a kiss.

Simon met it hungrily, sweeping his tongue along your lower lip to prod into your mouth. His kisses devoured you. He pulled away to trail his lips down your neck, sucking marks along the column of your throat, laying his claim to you once again.

He wanted you to remember this in the morning—the marks on your skin, the ache between your legs—and remember it was him that made you feel that way. It would only ever be him.

He moved down your chest, paying attention to the hardened tips of your breasts. He latched his mouth around one nipple while his hand kneaded the other breast.

You arched into his touch and gasped when his teeth grazed over your nipple. Your fingers ran through his hair, urging him lower, just where you really needed him.

“More,” you whined, rutting yourself against the leg wedged between your thighs. “Please, Si.”

His hands smoothed over the curve of your waist as he slipped down to meet your cunt. He pulled your legs wide and hooked them over his broad shoulders.

Simon didn't waste time delving into your dripping cunt. His fingers formed a ‘v’ around your opening and he slotted his lips between them, lapping up the arousal from your orgasm. He was starved, almost desperate to taste you again. He shut his eyes and lost himself in you.

Your cries and moans fell on deaf ears as he dragged his tongue through your folds and toyed with your clit. The orgasm you gave yourself left you sensitive to his eager ministrations. Each flick of his tongue over your clit had your legs locking around his head, tense but thruming with pleasure.

He pulled your legs back open when you squeezed too hard, gripping your soft flesh and continuing to devour you. When he pushed two fingers deep into your cunt, feeling the way your wet heat pulsated around his fingers, he groaned.

“Fuck, you're tight. Want you to come on my mouth, love. Come on—ride my face.”

With his fingers buried in you and his lips on your clit, Simon worked another orgasm out of you. Your back arched and you finished with his name on your lips. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, letting your ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

“Ngh, fuck,” you cried, when he refused to pull away. You looked down at him as your chest heaved. “I can't.”

You tried shifting yourself away, but his grip on your thighs was relentless. His tongue ran over your clit again and your body twitched.

“You can. One more, just one more for me.”

[babygirl-riley]

Ghost as a fuck buddy refuses to wear condoms, but he pays for your birth control/plan B every time. 😌

Ghost as a fuck buddy never comes inside you as a rule, but he scoops his come off of your belly with his fingers and stuffs it into your cunt when he’s done. 😌