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Hi! I saw your requests are currently open, I've never requested anything before, so I hope I'm doing this right. I saw this prompt:

"Here, let me buy you a new one"

and I imagined it with Simon Riley. Honestly, I think that man is too traumatised to meet his s/o in his line of work, man would be worried sick about his partner's life and I jist think it would cause him anxiety looking out for his partner's and own head on a mission. If he were to meet his s/o, I believe it would be accidentally, like he bumps into his s/o and spills her coffee or vice versa. He admires them for a moment, but continues on with his life. And then he happens to stumble upon them more often and slowly starts falling for them... I'd like the readee to be female, but it's okay with me if the reader is g/n. Also, a slowburn would be just right for my idea.... Hope this is not too bothersome, ty regardless if you decide to write it or not <3

I also personally think our beloved simon wouldn't be able to mentally focus with his SO in the field. some folks think he wouldn't be able to fall for a civ, but I’m personally more of a fan of that or a medic!reader. and, I'll die on the hill that he's a gentleman when the moment calls for it. I write requests as drabbles and short one shots (esp since im editing a few wips) so I tried to get the slow burn in as best as I could. I hope you enjoy this nonnie!!

(requests are open! search the tags #prompt requests or #prompts and send me an ask!)

Are You Mine?

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

summary: He bumps into her far too often for it to be mere coincidence. Suddenly, a spilled coffee leads to something more, and Simon falls deeper into the puddle he caused all those months ago.

words: 1.7k+

warnings/tags: 18+ only/NO MINORS ALLOWED, innuendo, meet cute, soft!simon, fluff, allusions to smut, slow burn, gentleman!simon "ghost riley, soft!simon, Oxford and Lincoln college are mentioned

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I. MARCH

Simon felt a small bump when he turned away from the register, and then a swear. He turned and saw a woman staring up at him, eyes wide. Coffee dripped down her hand and onto the floor, her mug half empty. This café was too damn small, and he was too damn broad.

The woman glanced at the ground at the puddle and frowned. Simon’s heart hurt a bit at her defeated sigh, and he tapped her arm.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, immediately cursing himself for the lame apology.

She looked up at him again with her sparkling eyes and shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ll live.”

An American, he noted. And a pretty one, at that.

He shook his head, suddenly warm under the balaclava. “No, no.” He jerked his head back to the register and pulled out his wallet. “Here, let me buy you a new one.”

She gave him a weak smile, obviously intimidated. “Sir, really, it’s okay— “

“Stop, love. Let me get this sorted.”

He stepped up to the register and asked the barista what she’d ordered, and the barista put it in. Simon paid and turned back around to the woman. A gentle smile teased her gorgeous lips, and Simon couldn’t help but smile a bit himself. Before he could get another word in, his order was called—four coffees, one for each of the 141—and he was rushing out the door into the rainy March day.

II. MAY

Soap was relentless. Pint in hand, he was swaggering up to any woman in the tiny pub, seeing if any of them would bite. Gaz sat next to him, making him shake his head with jokes about Soap. The Scot was standing at the bar chatting up a girl, and Simon’s heart stopped when he saw the woman standing next to her.

It was the girl from the coffee shop—the one he'd bumped into over two months ago. She wore a simple but sexy outfit—one that turned heads. It certainly turned his. He shook his head when she covered her pretty mouth after Soap made a terrible joke that was timed completely wrong. Gaz commented on it, but Simon didn’t hear it; he was too focused on gathering the strength to speak to the mystery woman.

“I’ll be back,” he said gruffly to Gaz, rising to his feet and striding over to the woman. She noticed him when he stood at Soap’s side and looked directly at him, her eyes widening.

“I-It’s you,” she gasped. To his surprise, she smiled. “You’re the guy who ruined my coffee!”

“And promptly bought you a new one, love—don’t forget that.” He gripped his drink tighter. “Didn’t forget me though, did’ya?”

She giggled at his quick retort. “How could I forget such a clumsy, handsome man?”

She remembered him after all that time. And she thought he was handsome.

He stammered and Soap laughed before he could get any words out. Simon glared at him when the Scottish man clapped him on the back.

“I’ll leave’ya to it, lad,” he chittered, the woman he’d been chatting up following him away.

Simon stared at her and drank in her beauty. He noticed how she shifted under his gaze, how her eyes darted between his and the floor. The pub’s music seemed to fade into the background and echo as he took her in, noticing the way her outfit defined her delicious curves, the way her hand seemed to clench her drink when her eyes met his and stayed.

He broke the awkward silence. “Not afraid I’m gonna spill your drink again, are you, love?”

She laughed, the sound of it like gentle, tinkling bells. “No. I guess I just didn’t realize how—” she waved a hand up and down—“tall you are.”

He felt his cheeks redden. “The mask ain’t scarin’ you?”

“I’ve seen worse.” She took a sip of her drink, licking her lips.

“Like what, love?” He asked, leaning against the wooden counter.

“A 200-page book written in Britain from the 14th century.”

He chuckled, and she smiled up at him. “You’re right, lass—that’s far scarier than a mask.”

“Compared to that, you aren't scary at all.”

“Care to give me your name, then?” She told him, and he repeated it, letting the sound linger on his lips. “That’s lovely.”

“And yours?”

“Simon.”

She smiled. “Pleasure to meet you, Simon.”

His chest warmed at the sound of her voice saying his name. Simon finished his drink, closing his eyes. When he opened them again to set the empty cup on the counter, she was staring up at him, something sultry in her expression.

“You know, you have really nice eyes.”

“You think so, sweetheart?”

She nodded and took a step closer. Simon’s heart quickened. He could smell her perfume—something sweet and seductive—and took a deep inhale, hoping to etch it into his memory and be reminded of her every time he got a whiff of something even remotely like it.

“I’d love to see them up close.”

Simon’s eyes crinkled. “That could be arranged, love.”

III. JUNE

In Early June, Simon asked to take leave from late June through mid-August. It had only been two weeks since he’d met her at the pub, and one since they’d met again randomly in a café. After that incident, he knew he needed to see her as much as he could. Price had given him a quizzical look, a thick brown eyebrow quirked as he read the papers. He’d stared at Simon, making him feel small standing in front of his captain’s desk.

“This important to you, Lieutenant?”

“Yes, sir.”

Price had sighed, rubbing his temple. “We’ll see what Laswell has to say.”

Simon had nodded and left his office.

One week later, his request had been approved, and he was packing his things to return to his flat.

His leave now approved, Simon was hoping he’d be able to convince her to stay in England just a while longer after she graduated from Oxford—the smart lass getting her Masters—and he’d been successful.

She agreed after their date to some random bookstore that ended with her in his bed. Simon laughed when she confessed that she’d already broken the news to her family in the States that she was staying through the summer the day after they met again in early June by accident in a small café.

“Awfully confident, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

She playfully shoved his bare, sweaty chest, her own body slick and shiny post-orgasm.

“Don’t try me, Simon,” she scolded, her small smile betraying her attempt at a threat. “I can always get on a plane tomorrow.”

“We both know that ain’t true, love.” He dropped down to lay next to her on his side, running his hand down her torso and up again, watching her shiver.

“I can and will!” She exclaimed, hiding her growing smile under one of her delicate hands.

Simon pulled it away and kissed her, groaning when she placed her hand on his cheek. How he craved his lover’s touch. Just one taste was all it took.

IV. JULY

“Simon, English flats are not made for heat,” she muttered, fanning herself with a stack of papers. “Especially yours.”

He chuckled. She sat on the other side of his small couch, knees slightly spread apart, cotton shorts riding up her soft thighs. She gave him a shake of the head, rolling her eyes.

“You’re the one who chose to extend her stay into the summer, love. Not me.”

“I’d say you sealed the deal back when I ran into you in that café near Lincoln and you put the moves on me.” She looked over at him, a few baby strands of hair stuck to her sweaty brow. She looked lovely, even when she was sweating from a heat wave.

Simon smirked at her, raising his eyebrow. “Is that so?”

She bit her lip and set the papers down on his dingy coffee table, scooting closer to him. Her sticky skin touched his, and she touched his shin with her toes. He ran a finger along her jawline, leaning down to catch her lips with his, the sweat on his brow running down his temples as he got even hotter when she placed her hand on his thigh, ghosting over the hem of his short cotton underpants, finally coming to rest over his crotch. She pulled back and smiled up at him, running her hand through his hair. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch; he craved it, had been craving it ever since he’d seen her in May and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and she tugged him in to kiss his lips. In that moment, she’d sealed his fate. Simon was greedy for her, always needing her.

He still hid things from her—all she knew about his job was that he was military, but nothing specific—and always redirected any conversations that could lead to him discussing his past. Maybe he’d let her in one day. For now, he wanted to enjoy this—her skin on his, her tongue in his mouth, her scent lingering in his bed and mixing with his. Simon forgot everything when he was with her, choosing to bask in her glow instead. She blasted away the darkness within him with her radiance, gave him relief from his torments when she held him.

He clicked his tongue when she gave his already-hardening cock a soft squeeze. “Don’t go teasin’ me unless you’re ready for the consequences,” he warned.

She straddled him, pressing her thin cotton tank top to his bare chest. His eyes fluttered close when she placed her hands on his cheeks, tapping her fingers. She kissed him again and Simon placed his hand at the base of her skull, the other gripping her waist. He felt her pull back and breathe against his mouth, something light and needy.

“Choices have consequences,” she said simply. “And I’m ready to face them.”

Simon shook his head and grabbed the underside of her thighs and rose to his feet, smiling when she squealed. He carried her to the bedroom and set her on his bed, letting her rest on her back and kissing her smiling lips once more.

He'd never been happier to have ruined someone’s drink.

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curiousquirks · 8 months

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Day 4 | Mr. Compress x GN!Reader (18+)

Petplay | Scents

Content Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving), Petplay, Scent Kink, Pet Names Used (my dear, bunny), Titles (sir)

Word Count: 1,155

Summary:

What’s a magician without his beloved rabbit? If only Atsuhiro hadn’t left you alone all day, forcing you to wait by the door eagerly awaiting his return.

Atsuhiro heard the sounds of your feet long before he actually saw you. You had heard the keys in the door causing you to quickly and loudly make your way there. You practically shoved him into the door as he was closing it. He let out a noise of surprise as your hands were quick to take the mask off his face, letting it drop to the floor.

“Good–” He tried to say before you attached yourself to him, your fur-lined rabbit ears rubbing across his cheek as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. He waited until you stopped moving nearly as much as you were before he continued speaking. “Good to see you too, my dear.”

You mumbled something unintelligible into his neck as your hands wrapped around his neck, your mind preoccupied with taking in his scent. You took a deep breath, breathing in his sweat and musk, the combination driving you crazy. You let out a hum that vibrated against his skin, as you tried to pull yourself impossibly close to him.

“Did you miss me?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He adored when you were needy and clingy, missing him every second he spent away. “Come now, bunny, let us move somewhere away from the door.”

His suggestion fell on deaf ears, your mind clouded as you nuzzled yourself against his neck. Atsuhiro’s hands rested on your sides as he gave you gentle reassuring strokes. You inhaled his scent again, your hand reaching around to pull up the edges of his balaclava to reach his skin. Your lips found his neck, your tongue darted out to lick at his skin. He let out a shaky chuckle, clearly surprised by your actions.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” He teased, his hands moving down to rest on your ass. “Can’t even be bothered to let me move away from the door, hm.”

“Been waiting too long.” You mumbled against his neck, wiggling yourself against him feeling his growing erection. “You said you’d be back earlier.”

“I got caught up with some things but I’m here now.” He explained, squeezing the handfuls of your ass in his hands. His eyes fell to the little bunny tail that caught his eye as you wiggled against him more. “Although I do love how clingy you get when I’m away.”

You whined into his neck, all of your pent up sexual frustration that’s been building not being helped by his cruel neglection of you. His presence and scent drove you insane, you wanted to crawl impossibly close to him. His clothes were making it harder, wanting his skin touching yours. You knew he’d be upset if you stripped him bare right here.

You gave one steady lick from the base of his neck up to his ear, your hands removing his balaclava as you moved upwards. You felt his fingers dig deeper into your skin as you lingered, your breath was hot against his ear.

“I need you, sir. I need you so bad.” You whispered, before licking up the shell of his ear again.

You were so close you could feel the gulp you caused him to do. His dark eyes were peering dangerously into yours when you finally pulled yourself back. Your faces were inches from each other, his hot breath from his slightly parted lips just turned you on more. You placed both of your hands onto his chest, putting a little room between the two of you.

“My poor depraved bunny left to their own devices all day.” He said, using his foot to tap your ankle. It was a silent signal for you to drop to your knees, a rule you wasted no time following. “My, my…What am I going to do with you?”

You dropped to your knees, your hands running down his body as you went. You relaxed yourself on your heels as your hands lingered on either side of his crotch, the obvious tent in his pants making your mouth water. He always loved this view of you, especially with those darling ears and cute little tail of yours.

“Such a good pet, eager to please me instead of asking for help with your own. You’ve been trained well, haven’t you?” He teased, reaching down to cup your chin as you got up off your heels to steady yourself on your knees.

“You say that like pleasing you doesn’t do anything for me, sir.” You responded, spending no more wasted time as you started undoing his belt. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all day. What I want it to do to me. How it tastes.”

“Such filthy words for such a cute little bunny.” He teased again, letting go of your face as he let you practically rip his pants open.

His cock sprung free from his underwear as you pulled it down just enough. Your face immediately moved itself closer to him, inhaling his natural scent. Your mind was more clouded than before as you watched him wrap his fingers around his length, tapping the tip against your lips. He let out a small chuckle as he watched you wiggle your ass, placing your hands on his legs.

“Tell me you want it.” He commanded, his voice dropping his traditional showmanship. He was showing a lot of restraint, more than he certainly wanted to.

“I want it.” You whined, opening your greedy wanting mouth.

“That’s a good pet.” He praised, slowly inserting his cock into your eager mouth.

You heard him curse under his breath as your warm mouth closed around him. Your tongue runs along the underside of his cock as your hands move up to brace yourself against his legs. His hands find your head, holding you place as he thrusts his cock into your mouth. His soft groans were overrun by the whines you sent vibrating against his cock.

“You feel so good.” He praised, keeping his steady rhythm. “Absolutely perfect.”

You moaned loudly, the muffled vibration forcing a grunt out of Atsuhiro as his hips shuddered as he shoves his cock further down your throat. Saliva was dripping out of the corner of your mouth as you let him use your mouth for his own selfish gain. You gagged against him as he got rougher, getting lost in the pleasure.

“Shit–” He cried out, suddenly pulling his cock from your mouth.

You coughed at the sudden movement, gasping for air as your hand reached up to wipe the spit from your mouth. He struggled to catch his breath, especially after nearly coming down your throat. He looked down at you, his cock twitching as the cold air hit it. You stared up at him, eyes full of love and lust equally.

“As much as I enjoy that, my dear,” He started, reaching his hands down to help you up. “I would much rather devour you on our bed.”

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