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lvrxly · 5 months

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ִ ࣪𖤐- An Odd Feeling

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

summary: your neighbor, Simon, is a single dad. and you frequently babysit his son, Oliver. You've grown to love Oliver, buying toys for him, planning play dates, and even offering to babysit him while his dad goes on a date..wait what? You really thought after all of this Simon would choose you, but maybe he will..?

cw: simon is somewhat oblivious at the beginning >:((, mdni - smut, slight age difference (Simon is in his mid-30s while the reader is in her mid-20s), unprotected sex, breeding kink on Simon's part, oral sex (f receiving), Simon can't help but want another kid after seeing how you treat his :((

a/n: sorry this took so long to get posted! and i apologize for any grammar mistakes, i don't have the energy to edit this right now ;( (it's almost 4am).

hope you enjoy lovies ;)

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"Thanks again for this love, I should be back around 9pm, please try and get him to bed before then," Ghost says frantically as he passes his son over to you along with his diaper bag and favorite blanket.

There was that damned nickname again. 'Love'. Simon always seemed to call you love, it was almost infuriating how that little pet name could make your heart race and your cheeks heat.

Simon had a date with someone a friend of his set up for him, Soap, you think was the guys name. From a photo Simon showed you, she was pretty, gorgeous even. Slim and tall, long blonde hair, and seemingly put together.

"Yeah no problem. Have fun, try and get laid. You definitely need it," You say with a dry laugh, bouncing his son, Oliver, over to your other hip. Why the fuck would you say that? 'Get laid?' Why would you even suggest such a fucking thing knowing you can barely stomach watching him go out on this date in the first place.

He cleans up nice, a fitted pair of dark grey khaki pants with a white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled, revealing his tattooed forearms, and his sandy blonde hair slicked back out of his face, making him less shaggy looking than you were used to.

Simon laughs and waves goodbye as he turns on the heels of his dress shoes and hops down the steps of your front porch. You wave at his back, shutting the door with a heavy sigh. You turn around and set Oliver down, watching as he bolts toward the little corner of your living room which you had designated as his play area for when he comes over.

Your heart feels heavy as you walk over towards your couch, tossing Oliver's diaper bag and blanket onto one of the cushions. You flop down onto the other cushion, kicking your feet up on the coffee table that is placed in front of your couch.

Oliver looks just like his father, from what you could see anyways. Dirty blonde hair, gunmetal blue eyes, and a small dimple on his left cheek. He was an adorable kid, an easy one to babysit too.

Oliver runs up to you, a toy tractor in his hand as he holds it up to you, his other hand rested on your knee as if to help him balance better. "Tac-tar!" He exclaims.

You smile at him, taking the toy he was offering you, and touching your fingertip on his nose, causing the little boy to giggle. Enough about Simon. Oliver was your date tonight. Your own play date buddy.

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It was a little after 9pm, maybe just about 9:47, when Simon got back. He had knocked on your door for a good 5 minutes before he gave up and decided to let himself in.

He used the key that you would poorly hide under your doormat. The two of you would get into arguments about the placement of the key.

"It's the most obvious spot, love, you're gonna end up getting robbed on of these days." Simon had said the day you told him where it was, he was always worrying about your safety. You knew he was an ex-military Lieutenant, but then again that might just be the dad in him talking.

After unlocking your front door and pushing it open he begins to speak, "Sorry I was a little later than I thou-" But he cuts himself off after his eyes land on your couch.

There you laid on your back, an arm falling off the couch and a leg propped up on the back cushion, snoring lightly. That position couldn't have been that comfortable. But that's not what made him freeze. It was how his son was laying on your chest, fast asleep with his favorite blanket draped over his back. You looked as if his son was your own.

His breathe is caught in his throat as he stares at the two of you, slowly shutting the door behind him as he makes his way over to the couch.

A small smile paints his face as he stands behind the small and slightly sad turquoise couch, bending down so his forearms rested in the back cushion. He watches you sleep, his eyes dragging up and down your frame. After a moment he uses a single finger to brush a stray piece of hair off of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

His smile never falters as he pets the back of his sons head, his long blonde hair slightly sweaty from how hot it probably was being all nuzzled up to you.

You stir in your sleep, your eyes fluttering, only for them to end up shooting wide open in shock. You gasp and clutch the back of Oliver, sighing after realizing who was really watching you sleep.

You sit up, cradling Oliver in your arms, careful not to wake him. "Do you normally watch people sleep?" You say with an annoyed look on your face as you rub your eyes, sleep still attempting to pull you back in.

After regaining most of your consciousness, you stand from the couch, your clothes wrinkled and Oliver's little head on your shoulder as you hold him in your arms.

"Eh, define normally," Simon says, a joking tone noticeable in his voice. Was he trying to make a joke? Since when did Simon Riley ever makes jokes? What the hell happened at the date?

"Your in a good mood. You didn't really end up getting laid right? You know what..? I don't think I wanna know." Your words are frantic and slightly irritated. Why did you feel so...odd right now? Simon is a single man. He has the right to go on dates with beautiful women. Unfortunately.

You bounce around your kitchen, rocking your hips side to side to keep Oliver asleep for as long as possible. You can't help but notice how Simons eyes follow your hips as they move. And..what was that? Did he just groan? No no, that would be crazy.

"No I didn't get laid," He finally replies. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. Almost like a breath of relief.

"If I was getting laid I would have gotten back a lot later..It takes more than 30 minutes with me, love.." Simon was suddenly behind you, his breath hot on your neck as his hands hover above your hips, heat radiating off of his tatted skin, almost scorching the flesh of your thighs through your pants.

You stop bouncing his son, glancing over your shoulder at Simon and..holy shit he was close, almost too close. Those damned eyes were pulling you under and you didn't know if you wanted to be saved.

Oliver shifts in your arms, waking up slowly. His tiny hands rub his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. Once he's awake and spots his dad he immediately makes grabby hands towards him.

You gladly hand him over to Simon, anything to get away from the man that was way way wayyyy to close for comfort. You give Oliver to his father and take a large step away from Simon. You see his smile falter but he quickly regains his composure when his son calls his name, his tiny hands on Simons cheeks.

"You have fun while I was away buddy?" He asks his son, to which Oliver responds with a vigorous nod. He then begins to blabble on about his trucks and snacks he ate, but you space out, your eyes still locked on the two of them.

Simon looked so good with a kid, he was a good dad. You can't help but imagine how good he must have been to his wife while she was pregnant. Her lose for leaving him. He's a great guy. Unfortunately, that means women probably throw themselves at him. Hot, ex-military, AND good with kids??? Yeah, they definitely do. And you would to, if you were so full of self doubt.

"Love?" You hear Simon say, his eyes now focused on you as Oliver was seemingly put down to go play for a little longer.

"I asked if you're free this weekend? Oliver is going over to his grandparents for a few days and I was wondering if you'd like to do something?" His voice was shy...that was weird. It's almost like-

"Are you asking me on a date?" You say, a teasing smirk playing across your lips.

"No no, well- no it's not like that. Just as friends, you know- without the ruckus of that one running around." When he says "that one" he points towards Oliver, who was currently crashing two tractors together and making a crash sound with his mouth.

"You know what? Sure Simon. I'll see you then."

He smiles, nodding softly as he runs his hands through his hair, the gelled effect must have worn off because it was back to its shaggy state, almost getting to the point it reached his eyes. He needed a haircut, but it's not like you didn't like the shaggy look. It was unexpectedly sexy.

Maybe it was just your hormones talking but everything about this man was unexpectedly sexy. His tired eyes from sleepless nights and early mornings, his tatted arms, a few of the tattoos colored in with what seemed like marker from Oliver, and his tall frame, almost towering over you to the point you had to look up to see his face.

You did suggest that he should get laid, but maybe you're the one who really needed the action. It's been who knows how long, and your getting so desperate that you literally can't look at him without butterflies fluttering in your stomach as well as..further south.

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After sending Simon and his son home, you immediately ran to your bedroom, quickly stripping out of your clothes and hopping into the warm water of your shower. With your back to the water and your hands in your hair, you can't help but let your mind wander back to your neighbor.

What was he doing right now? Was he helping Oliver brush his teeth? Was he just getting into the shower too? Was his shower water warm or cool? Did he have tattoos elsewhere? What did the soap look like running down his chest and down his legs..?

Okay, you need to go to bed. Sleep would do the trick. Right?

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Wrong. Sleep 100% didn't do the trick. Two full days of almost nothing but sleep and this man has been filling your head with thought of him, some more naughty than other. He had crawled into your dreams, your thoughts, and your daily life in general. You cant even pour creamer into your coffee without seeing his smug ass face in your mug.

It was now the weekend, around 7pm on a Saturday. The sun had already gone down and you were sitting in your living room, a random cheesy rom com on the television as you scrolled on your phone. You scrolled through your feed, seeing videos of your college friends out partying, drinking, and having fun. Then there was you, sitting at home with day old mascara on your lashes and sleep evident on your face.

There was a heavy knock on your door, with a raised brow you hop up from your couch and make your way over to the door, peaking through the peep hole to see who it was. And to your surprise, it was exactly who you were thinking of.

There Simon stood, a bottle of champagne and a single red rose in his hands as he bounces on his heels, he was back to his regular shaggy look, unkempt hair, white t-shirt, blue jeans, and his silver dog tag hanging from his neck.

Quickly, you open the door with a smile and invite the man in. As he walks in towards your kitchen counter you quickly become aware of your appearance. Old makeup on your face, and crinkled clothes that you couldn't be bothered to iron.

However, at this point the two of you have seen each other at your worst, hell you've seen Simon running off of two hours of sleep with a sick little Oliver who wouldn't stop crying and coughing.

"Champagne and a rose? This feels like a date to me.." You tease running a hand across his shoulder as you pass him, earning a shiver from the man. you stand on the opposite side of the kitchen island as he takes a seat on one of the barstool chairs you have, sliding the bottle towards you.

"Take it however you want love." He laughs, running his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face, his bicep flexing in the process, and holy fuck.

You shake your head and pop open the bottle of champagne. "I'm glad I know you and Oliver, he's a good kid."

"You're such a big help with the little guy, I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. He loves you a lot." Simon is more soft spoken than usual as he twirls the rose between his fingertips.

You're frantically searching your cabinets for those champagne glasses you got all those years ago but have never used. You swear you still had them.

"It's no biggy. He's a joy to have around and probably one of my only friends!" You laugh, sighing after you cant find those dumbass champagne glasses and grabbing two mugs out of the cabinet instead. Not quite what you'd normally drink something like champagne out of, but it would have to work.

"So I'm not considered a friend? I see how it is," Simon fakes a hurt expression as he takes a mug from you with a raised brow. His shoulders shake in silent laughter after he looks at the mug to which it read "Male Tears" in big black lettering.

You laugh along with him, "Eh, I kinda like your son more than you, he's less broody," You tease, pouring the champagne into each of your mugs. Your mug saying "Reading is Sexy" with blue lettering.

There the two of you sat, at your kitchen island drinking cheap champagne out of coffee mugs with a single red rose placed between the two of you.

After a few hours and an entire bottle of champagne, the two of you sat on your couch together, a movie on your tv.

You sat with your legs draped across Simons lap, his hand resting on your knee as his fingers gently rubbed circles into your skin. It tickled, but in a good way.

You fought sleep, your eyelids slowly shutting and reopening. Your breath was calm and slow, a comfortable silence had fallen between the two of you.

"Gettin' sleepy love?" Simon asks with a chuckle, his deep blue eyes lingering on you as he rubs up and down the length of your leg.

You don't bother answering verbally, you don't have the energy. You shake your head in a quiet and small 'no', your hand coming up to rub your eyes. What time was it? It couldn't be that late.

With a groan, you sit up and grab your phone off of the coffee table, tapping your screen a few times for it to turn on. Your screen nearly blinds you, a curse falling from you lips as Simon merely chuckles next to you. 11:57. Almost midnight already? You thought, there's no way.

Simon peaks over your shoulder and shakes his head, running his hands over his face with a yawn. "Surely I haven't been here all that long, it's definitely past our bedtimes," he teases as he moves your legs off of his, standing from the couch with a stretch, his shirt lifting, showing off a fucking happy trail. This man was too hot for his own good. It had to be a crime at this point.

You stand next to him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you yawn, making your way lazily towards the direction of your bedroom.

"I better get ta' goin'-" Simon begins, before you cut him off.

"Oh please, theres no way in hell you came over here just to hang out as friends, Simon." Your voice is low as you stand before him, your bodies mere inches apart as you stare up at him. Messy hair, sleepy eyes, and those god damn dimples shining through as he smirks down at you. You fuckin' knew it.

His arms wrap around your waist, his face nearing yours as he walks you backwards into your kitchen, your hips hitting the kitchen island. "I've been caught."

His breath smelling of cheap champagne and cigarettes as his lips grazed yours. His lips are soft as he finally kisses you, fitting perfectly against yours.

Simons hands remove themselves from your waist, landing on the kitchen island, trapping you between him and the counter. You deepen the kiss, standing on your tippy toes to match his force, earning an audible groan from the blonde man in front of you.

When the kiss ends, nothing but heavy panting and quiet curses fill the air. "Fuckin' hell love.." he whispers against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses up and down your warm skin.

Quiet whimpers leave your lips as his lips work their way up to your ear, where he whispers a phrase that makes your knees want to buckle. "Get on the fuckin' counter doll, I've waited far to long for this and my tongue is tingling for your taste.."

Obviously, you do as he says, hopping up onto the cool granite. "Atta girl," he says, his voice raspy as he tugs the waistband of your pants down, pulling them off your legs as if he's been craving you for years. Maybe he has been..

In a swift motion he pushed you onto your back, earning a quiet yelp from you as your back touched the cold surface. With his eyes glued on your panties and his hands on your plush thighs you can't help but whimper, letting your head fall back onto the counter top.

"Fuckin hell lovie, you're already so wet..." Simon says through gritted teeth, the pad of this thumb rubbing slow circles against your clit, the feeling of the pressure over the fabric of your panties was enough for you to clench around nothing.

"Simon please-" you whimper, your hips rolling against his touch, eager for more. This draws a chuckle from the man in front of you, he pulls his hand away with a smug smirk on his lips.

Not another word is shared between the two of you before Simon is kneeled on the tile flooring and he has your legs over his shoulders, his face at perfect height with your core. He pulls your panties to the side, groaning at the sight before him. He was so fucking hard right now, straining against the zipper of his pants.

He blows a cool puff of air against your cunt, watching as it flutters before it, his smirk never falters as he runs his thumb over your cunt, coving his finger in your juices.

"Riley I swear to the gods, if you don't stop playing with your food-" you begin, getting cut off with his tongue against your slit and his thumb rubbing circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue works in and out of you, flicking and sucking, the noises that fill the kitchen are positively hypnotic. Your whimpers and moans mixed with the wet noises of Simons tongue between your legs. And to top it off, every time you buck your hips against his face he moans, a low growl like noise that makes you absolutely drip.

Simon is only using one hand to hold open your legs, his right hand has traveled down to his pants, unzipping his jeans and finally giving himself that oh so needed friction that he's been deprived of. His tongue goes flat against your cunt, his head shaking side to side, flicking his tongue every so often, just enough to catch the tip of your clit.

He palms himself through his boxers, rutting into the palm of his hand. "You like that baby? You're gettin' louder.." he teases as he sucks on your clit, causing your back to arch off of the counter top and your hands to fly to his hair, tugging on the blonde strands, pressing his face into your greedy little cunt even more.

"Simon! Right fucking there, please please please..." You moan, your thighs threatening to close around his head as your legs shake with pleasure. Your breath is quick and your moans are loud as Simon god damn Riley holds your legs open, sucking and licking your clit, you were about to fall apart right then and there, but after he shoves two fingers into your cunt you absolutely crumble.

The orgasm rushes throughout your body, your grip on his hair tight. He doesn't stop though, his tongue stays glued to your clit, his fingers moving at a pace that makes your writhe, drawing out this heavenly orgasm as long as he can.

You're already fucked out as he pulls his fingers out of you, kissing your fluttering cunt, kissing up your torso and tugging your shirt over your head to kiss all the way up your lips. This kiss was everything passionate, the taste of you still lingering on his lips.

Your eyelids are heavy and your chest rises with a quick pace, still trying to come down from your high. Sweat glitters your skin, your panties hanging from your ankle and your mascara running down your cheeks. "So beautiful, so fucking gorgeous baby.." Simon whispers as he kissed you on the forehead, running his hands over your cheeks. "But we're not done yet, no no no, this night isn't over until I fill you up so full that Oliver will have a fucking sibling by tomorrow.." His voice is deep and sultry, pulling you up off the counter by your wrists and tossing you over his shoulder like a damn sack of potatoes.

With a yelp from you, Simon gives a little smacks to your ass. His quick strides make it to your bedroom in no time at all. He tossed you on the bed, you landing on your back, your toes bouncing along with the mattress, earning a low curse from the man in front of you. He stands at the end of your bed, quickly pulling his pants and boxers off of himself. He can't go another fucking second without being inside of you.

The image of this man crawling on top of you, his ink covered arms on either side of your head and your legs on either side of your hips as he pressed against you. It was all so much, your cunt was dripping, and from what you could see so was the tip of his cock.

Holy shit his cock, it was huge, veins running up and down the length of it. You figured he was from the start, but now that it's in front of you, how the hell will it all fit?

His hands reach for your thighs, pushing them up so your knees neared your ears, the tip of his cock teases the entrance of your cunt, the bead of pre-cum smearing all over your clit. You wiggle your hips, eager for something, anything but this fucking torturous teasing that this man seems so obsessed with.

"Simon.." You moan, earning a groan from the man. His eyes have not left you this entire time, his gaze wandering up and down your figure with a look of biting desire.

"Moaning my name like that..fuck," He groans through gritted teeth, pressing the tip of his cock inside, fucking finally.

You suck in a breath through your teeth, biting down on your bottom lip as you grip the sheets.

Simons eyes shut with pleasure as he pushes into you. Only to open once again to watch your face, watching for any looks of displeasure, he makes it about half way when your eyebrows furrow and your hand flies to his torso, pressing against his abdomen as a way to tell him to stop for a second.

"It's okay lovie, breath, you're taking me so well.." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your cheek, kissing away a single stray tear that had seemingly rolled down your cheek. Slowly, he continues to push into you, the two of you share a mutual moan as he finally bottoms out, his stomach pressed flush against your clit.

"Good girl, my good girl baby, yes.." He moans, his hands under your knees as he holds one leg over his shoulder and the other off the the side.

Your whimpers, his groans, and the smell of sex fills the bedroom. You rock your hips, indicating the need for friction. With pleasure, Simon gives you what you needs, rolling his hips and pulling out about half way before slamming back inside you. Your loud moans and pleases for more, more, more fill the room, causing Simon to let out a guttural groan, hai cock twitching inside of you.

Simon shifted his hips, dragging his cock out of you. It glistened with your arousal, and it made his face grow hot. He bit back a whimper when he pushed inside you once more. You gasped, and he did it again. Again and again until he had a set a rhythm that had your entire body on fire, writhing against the mattress.

"Yes yes, fuck Simon, makin' m' feel so good, I-" You whimper, your legs shaking and your eyes squeezed shut out of pure pleasure.

Simon had reached a hand down and was now rubbing circles on your clit. Your words had his brain swimming, his thrusts deepening and pace quickening. The tight ball of pleasure was drawing tighter and tighter in the base of your tummy, your cunt fluttering around his cock.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good..wanna put a fuckin baby in you lovie..." His voice is low, his groans turning into whimpers as his thrusts become sloppy, he's nearing his own climax. Your own peak is nearing, your cunt fluttering around his cock, clenching and squeezing as he moves at a pace that is absolutely intoxicating.

"Come for me, baby," he whispered. "Come on my cock. That's it, baby, yeah– good fuckin' girl."

His finger moves quickly against your clit, rubbing as his cock bullies in and out of your greedy little cunt. The force of his thrusts make your tits bounce, earning deep and needy groans from the back of Simons throat.

You came around his cock with a sob of his name, your cunt squeezing him tight as the ball of pressure snapped in your tummy. Your orgasm was hard, slamming over you and rendering you breathless, your head floating. Your clit pulsed beneath the movements of his fingers.

The tightness of your cunt earned a fucked out moan from Simon as he slams in and out of you, reaching even deeper than before. You wanted to scream. He was so deep. You were so full.

"Such a good girl, suck a greedy little cunt— so tight I don't think I'll be able to pull out-, yes baby.." He blabbered helplessly as he becomes utterly pussydrunk, his head lolling back and his eyes closing with pleasure.

"M'gonna come in this tight cunt," Si whispered, almost too quiet for you to hear. He spoke louder when he continued his sentence. "You want my cum, baby? You want me to come inside you? Want me to fill you up, fill this pretty tummy?"

"Yes! Please—!" You practically scream.

"I will— I'll fill you up with all of my fuckin' cum.." He moans, his thrusts sloppy and his grip on your thighs bruising. "Take it all like a good girl," he moaned. "Get you–fuck —get you pregnant. Fill you up with my kids. I'd look after you, baby."

You were basically screaming.

And with that Simon cums, your name falling from his lips as the white hot liquid spills from his cock into you. He doesn't pull out, tugging you up so that you straddled his hips, his hands on your as as he holds you up, him leaning back against the heels of his feet. The two of you share a tender kiss, his lips softly kissing your lips, cheeks, and neck.

"Fuckin' hell love.." He laughs, his voice raspy. He finally pulls out, a deep groan slipping from his lips as he watches his cum drip out of that sweet little cunt. Carefully, he lays you back down on the mattress, staring down at you with low eyes and a small smile on his lips.

"You were so good just now, you know that? So beautiful, so fuckin' hot-" He moves so he's laid beside you, his chest pressed against your back as he rubs small circles on your hip with his finger. "-I loved your moans, and the feeling of your pussy..just stay like this with me for a second, yeah?" His hand runs up and down your side, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as his breath tickles the back of your neck.

What an odd feeling. It all felt as if everything had always been like this. As if the two of you were meant to be, and this was all just natural.

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Simon and You sit in your living room together, his hand on your thigh and Oliver running back and forth with a superman action figure in hand making a 'swooshhh' sound with his mouth.

The promise ring on your finger sparkles as you look down at it, you can't take your eyes off the damn thing. It's been a week since he's given it to you, but every time you eye catches the little piece of jewelry you can't help but stare.

Three years of crushing and helping him raise his kid. One night of his name being moaned and orgasm after orgasm. Two weeks form that night he asked you out. It's been four months since he asked you to be his girlfriend. Everything seemed to be moving so quickly. But not, at the same time. It feels like you've know each other forever so it was natural. Nothing odd about falling in love so quickly.

Or maybe the love has always been there, it was the commitment and the confessions and the confusing mixed signals that were messing with the process.

But in the end everything had fallen in place. Simon still lives next door, but that is gonna change soon. He spends more and more time over at your place than his own. Both his and Oliver's clothes litter your laundry, and instead of one lonely toothbrush in the bathroom, there's now three.

Pink, Blue, and a tiny red one for Oliver.

This was how it was meant to be. Simon, Oliver, and you. And possibly another one. Simon is pretty eager for that addition. Now that was a little fast even for you.

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a/n: not to singledad!simon anymore. <33

p.s.- i tagged everyone who i saw asked to be, sorry if i missed ya! and thank you all so so much for all the love. i love all of ya so so much! <33

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rassvetsky · 1 year

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Star Spangled Singer

part one | part two

"Steve wasn't sure what got into him when he had you all to himself in that Star Spangled Singer outfit, but the way you touched him made the rest of the USO tour girls back in 40's pale in comparison."

[3k] | could be read as a standalone, fem!reader, just smut tbh, established relationship, switch dynamics, reader dressed up as a uso tour girl for halloween, dirty talk, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v action, they're desperate asf. kind of a gift to @takeyour-pants-off thank you for pushing me into the depths of horniness. yes. ilysm.

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

You've never seen Steve like this.

There were times where he was a lot more relaxed, joking around with everyone with a smile on his lips. There were times where he was serious, usually during briefings and missions. There were times where he was filled to the brim with affection, not letting you get out of bed just because he has to hold you, until you quite literally beg, in which he'll only let you go with pouts and declarations of how unthankful and evil you were for leaving him all alone.

And of course, there were times where he just couldn't keep his hands off of you. But even during those times, he always had it together, kept his composure and mostly, remained serious.

Now, you didn't know who this was and what he did to your Steve, but you weren't complaining.

You shrugged his earlier flustered state off, thinking that it's just the nostalgia, maybe seeing you in a Star Spangled Singers outfit brought along a lot of memories and he didn't know how to comprehend all that. Didn't even know how to ask you, his long-time girlfriend if she'd like anything to drink. But even after hours, when you two returned to your shared room at the compound to cherish Halloween through shitty early 2000's horror movies and sweets stolen from the main areas, he was still a bit jumpy.

And you felt so guilty for making jokes about how he was right back in the 40's upon seeing you in that outfit, with the way he acted and spoke around you.

Because this Steve, who's currently busy literally begging you to not take off the outfit -even after you said that you wanted to go to sleep- but refusing to explain why, was definitely 40's Steve.

The Steve that just lost his virginity to a Star Spangled Singer.

"Just keep it on for a little longer," he was sitting by the edge of the bed with you standing between his legs, palms against the back of your upper thighs right below your red and white flowy skirt, clad in black pantyhose. "It's not everyday that you see your girlfriend dressed up like this."

"Steve," you sighed, thumbs drawing circles above his collarbones as you held onto his shoulders. "I'll keep it on if you just tell me why. Otherwise, I'm taking it off and going to bed, I got up way too early today to help Natasha with decorations and-"

What cut you off was his gaze. The way he looked up at you from where you stood. His eyes seemed sparklier than ever for some reason, and even under the dim light, you could see the underlying plea. "Just tell me, baby."

"I don't get why it- seeing you like this- it makes me feel some type of way," he sighed out, nuzzling his face slightly to your palm when you brought it up to caress his cheek. "But Y/N, you look incredible. Beyond words."

"That's not a reason for me to keep this on. Elaborate." you spoke, a bit firm despite the way you tilted your head to the side cutely. You were picking up on the signs obviously, not like he was doing anything to hide his hard-on anyway, but it was so fun to see his composure crumbling.

He must have been too turned on to think properly.

He just looked at you after that, unable to find the correct words- almost as if he completely forgot the entirety of the English language at that moment. His breathing got a bit more shallow, you noticed, from the way his chest heaved and he had to part his lips. You ran your thumb along his lower lip, feeling the soft & plump flesh under your fingertip before leaning in to whisper in his ear, giving him a clear view of your cleavage. The deep V cut of the blue vest didn't help, either. "Since you're not telling me anything, we're taking this off of me."

He visibly shuddered at how you said 'we', instead of 'I'.

You stood straight again after getting a hold of both of his hands, a proud grin on your lips as you led them right under your skirt. "Starting with the tights."

Steve gave you a quick nod before his fingers found their way to the waistband of the pantyhose, starting to pull it down slowly after hooking his fingers on it. You watched the way he took his lower lip in between his teeth, eyes trained on the way the thin layer of clothing slowly slid down your thighs, all the way down to your calves before he pulled them off of your feet.

That must've given him some courage, you thought, because unlike his former timid behavior, he was a lot more touchy on his way up, one hand on your waist as the other rested on the back of your thigh again. He pulled your leg forward a little bit, letting you rest your knee on the mattress and get closer to him before nuzzling his face onto your wrist, leaving a soft kiss on the pulse point. "You should've kept the gloves on."

"You should've stopped telling me what to do minutes ago." you snapped back, getting a hold of his chin to make him look up at you again. "You wanna fuck me in this outfit so bad, don't you?"

He nodded against your hold, fingertips digging deeper into you as you chuckled. "That's what I want, too. Got so wet thinking about it when we were watching that god-awful movie." the side of his lips tugged upwards in a faint smile at that. "Thought you could just push this fucking skirt up a bit and play with my clit lazily but seems like I managed to get Captain America all shy, huh?"

"I'm not shy."

"Let's not fool ourselves." you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, humming a bit when you felt his hand slipping upwards a bit, teasing the ends of our panties with his fingertips. You couldn't hold the strict demeanor up anymore as you reached in to catch his lips in a kiss, cradling his face in your palms as your lips slid in sync, impatiently. He was quick to pull you on his lap given the advantage, and you adjusted yourself just to sit right on his hard-on, grinding your soaked panties on his clothed length with a gasp.

And that must've given him a whole lot of courage because next thing you know, he was slipping his tongue through your lips, almost daring you to fight back with yours. Your skirt bunched up on your waist when he pushed it up a bit more, hands squeezing your hips roughly to grind you down harder.

Your gasps turned into messy whines against the sloppy kiss, lips wet and abused just from a few minutes of kissing with how rough both of you were being. If he pulled your lower lip with his teeth, you bit harder next time around. And that only turned him on more because he was gradually increasing the intensity like you.

You pulled back to catch your breath and to speak, possibly, but you couldn't help the way your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head when he took that opportunity to attach his lips on your neck, biting and sucking small marks with his tongue working to soothe every single bruise. Your fingers carded through his hair, gripping on the short strands with so much force that it pulled a groan out of Steve. "Fuck, Steve, calm down." you let out a breathy chuckle, causing him to pull away from your skin and look at you.

He seemed horny beyond comprehension.

"What's gotten into you, hm?" you spoke, still a bit breathless as your hands made their way to his face again, cupping his cheeks.

"Wanna fuck you so bad." he whispered as he couldn't trust his voice at that moment, eyes on your lips as if he just couldn't get away. "I'm going crazy."

"Yeah, seems like you actually are." you hummed, pushing him by his shoulders just so he could lay back on the bed, still straddling him. "But remember when you used to tell me to be patient whenever I got this way, Stevie? Remember how you'd slap my cunt just because I was going crazy for you?"

He let out a broken moan at that, eyes shut with his hands on your bare thighs. "So, be patient. Or else you might not get that dick wet tonight." you giggled to yourself, slowly pushing yourself up to your knees before reaching under your skirt, pulling your panties down.

"You're so- God, you're evil," he mumbled, helping you get rid of your panties nonetheless. You nodded with a hum before gripping his wrist, leading his palm all the way to your soaked cunt. A hiss left his lips when he felt how wet you acrually were, fingers spreading your essence through your folds, up to your clit before he started to circle it slowly. A soft whine left you, as you reached for his button-up shirt, unbuttoning it oh so slowly as if you had all the time in the world.

He didn't mind that as he carefully watched your reactions to the way his fingers moved against you, letting you push the material to both sides just to reveal his toned chest. You were already grinding on his fingers when you got to his pants, your whines becoming more consistent, eyes hardly open. "Steve, please."

"Please what?" God, you hated his guts sometimes.

"Please do something, I- anything, please," you sighed out, a type of bliss that got you desperate taking over your whole body. He wasn't going to tease you for long, not while he was way too turned on to even think straight, so he slowly wrapped his arms around you and switched your positions, now with you under him and him hovering over you. He was quick with the way he took off the rest of his clothes, instinctively giving his length a firm jerk, leaky tip way too sensitive to allow him anything more- he needed to be inside of you so bad.

But, a gentleman at heart, he ignored the instinct and kissed his way up from your parted legs, to your arms, to your neck again. His fingers found their way to your core again and you squirmed on the sheets under him, a sigh leaving you when he slipped one right inside, the second one following suit.

He was busy leaving his teeth marks all over your neck while his fingers thrusted in and out, hard enough to hear your slick hit against your own skin when it covered his hand, fast enough to have you moaning out his name in mere seconds. You were involuntarily clawing on his back, definitely leaving enough marks to have him complain about it by the next morning but you couldn't care less- his fingers felt way too good grazing against your walls and you would wear his marks on your neck with pride. It went both ways.

Finally, you felt a familiar knot forming, legs slightly shaking and your abdomen buzzing. He must've felt the way you clenched around his digits tighter and tighter, as he curled his fingers a little bit, making you see stars as you squirmed and writhed under him, moans way louder than before. "C'mon," he whispered, lips right under your ears as he left a kiss there. "Come for me, right on those fingers baby. Make a mess."

And you were sure that no human being would ever be able to resist him when he said it all like that, in that desperate voice as if your pleasure was his. A mindblowing orgasm took over your entire body, had you shaking completely and a moan of his name loud enough to be mistaken for a scream leaving your lips. Your vision was all white with your eyes shut tight, cunt gripping on his fingers like vice- tight enough to give him a hard time when he kept thrusting slowly to let you ride it down. "That's it, that's a good girl." he hummed, hot breath hitting your neck and trailing up to your lips, where he left a gentle kiss before pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to his lips.

You wrapped your arm around his neck loosely, composure barely regained when your free hand went in between your bodies, getting a hold of his hard & warm length and looking at him with pleading eyes, roles switched completely. Steve looked at you with understanding- knowing how nothing would ever come close to pleasing you the way his cock did, something you reminded him of quite often. So he didn't waste more time, hand meeting yours around his length when he let the tip brush through your folds to gather your wetness, waiting for you to pull your hand away before slowly pushing in.

A rough groan left his lips, sensitive whine left yours. It was a pleasant stretch each time even though he was literally gifted when it came to how thick he was, filling you up just right when he bottomed out. You felt so full to the brim, struggling to even form a thought when he was so deep inside of you, unable to do anything else than whining and squirming, just to feel something. He gave in rather easily this time and pulled out half-way, only to roughly thrust back in, sending you flinching away but he was there to hold you, arms wrapped around your clothed waist.

Your pathetic moans mixed up with his softer ones as he set a rough pace, too impatient to give you a second to recover from one before another followed. You could feel the outfit getting more and more damp with your sweat but you couldn't bring yourself to care, and neither could Steve, as he was busy watching the way your vest-covered breasts bounced with each thrust, little white stars on either side.

He was sure just the thought of tonight would be enough to elicit shudders later on.

Your walls were pulsating hard around him, the grip you had on his length tightening with each thrust, making it harder and harder for him to move- but he made up for that with increased intensity of his movements. His hips snapped against yours, the lewd sound filling up the entire room and giving you no time to breathe in the same amount of air you exhaled. That familiar knot was forming again, way more intense in the way it pushed you straight into overdrive, and God, it didn't help at all when Steve's pace faltered, strokes deeper and harder but less so in velocity.

"Fuck, gonna come," he panted against your ear, feeling your slick all the way down on his balls, the mess making his brain all mushy and awakening the most primal of all urges inside of him. You could only nod, not trusting your voice as your throat hurt a bit from how loud you were being, whines consistent with the way he kept grinding onto you. "Come with me, baby. Let me fill you up real good."

Not like you had any other option when the coil snapped, back arching from the bed and making your body press against his when you felt his hot seed fill up your insides to the brim, in the best way possible. You felt full enough to go numb, vision white until blurry, arms wrapped around his neck so tight that if he wasn't busy groaning out your name he would try to get out of that grip.

Your orgasm, surprisingly, was even more intense than the former. It had your toes curling, body shaking so hard that you could feel the mattress quake, a loud cry leaving your lips. Steve, despite the sensitivity, snapped his hips up once more before capturing your lips in a heated kiss, full-on spit and tongue with no care whatsoever.

You felt like you were on the clouds, wrapped up in the embrace of your lover.

"You there, honey?" he whispered against your wet lips after pulling away a bit, eyes closed with a grin on his lips as you nodded slowly. "Earth to Y/N."

"Feel so full, Stevie." you mewled out, letting out a soft hiss when he slowly sat up and pulled out of you, fingers immediately finding your core again just to run the tips over his come leaking out.

"I know, baby. I know. But we don't waste a drop, do we?" he hummed, slowly pushing his fingers in despite your tired protest, the sensitivity causing you to squirm with a lazy grin. A curse left his lips. "Wanted to come on your tits in that vest."

"You're such a teenager," you whined out, earning a laugh from him. "Maybe sometime."

"Maybe." he leaned in for a short peck, smiling against your lips when you tried to wrap yourself around him again. "Messy girl. Let's go shower, yeah?"

Your entire body felt sore in this good, tingly way as you watched Steve pull on some sweatpants, damp hair dribbling down to his toned back. You were still wrapped up nice and comfy in your soft bathrobe, resisting getting dressed much to Steve's dismay.

"You're photocopying me with your eyes." he spoke, earning a lazy laugh from you as you held your arms open for him, humming contently when he climbed on the bed just to pull you into his embrace. "That was interesting."

"Mhm, so insightful." you chimed in, nuzzling your face into his chest as he hugged you tighter. "Didn't know I could pull something like that out of you."

"Me neither. In my defense, you looked absolutely gorgeous. Not that you don't look gorgeous when you're not-"

"I get it, Steve," a soft chuckle left you as you squeezed his hand. "Love you."

"Love you too." and with that, you thought that the two of you would go to sleep but of course, Steve had quite the active brain.

"Do you think you could sing the Star Spangled Man song next time you wear it?"

"I might consider it if I wake up to a box of donuts."

"With red, blue, white sprinkles," he nodded. "Sounds like a deal."

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9) Beskar Kisses & Stories

Pairing: Din x Reader

Synopsis: Din tells Reader a long awaited story.

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A/N: You can all thank @takeyour-pants-off for this update, cuz who knows how long it would’ve taken otherwise. ENJOY!

Warnings: OOC Din...i think. no use of y/n, if you like that. GROGU IS BACK!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Mandalorian/Star Wars anything. Legend is my own.

Word Count: 1512

Mando’a:

- Mando’ade (Mando-AH-day): Mandalorians. People of Mandalore

Mando’a words and pronunciations found here.

You were covered before you even knew what was happening, in a half-dazed state from being roughly woken up. The inside being much warmer- much darker- than anticipated. How did he see through this thing? Was your first groggy thought.

“Stay here,” your head swung in the direction of his voice, smoother than you’d ever heard it before, sounding urgent, helmet swiveling further after you stopped, quickly moving it so you could see out of the tinted visor. “And please, for the love of all things Manda, do not leave this room.” He quickly tapped his unhelmeted head on yours and left, not waiting for a response. The door closed behind him and the silence loomed.

You were alone.

The seconds ticked by until your head caught up to what had happened.

You were wearing beskar. Din’s beskar armor, to be exact. In the middle of the night. In your room, in Fett’s Palace, where Din has assured you is safe.

This could not be normal; wearing his armor. He’s never even taken his helmet off in front of you.

You stood up from the bed and looked down the best you could, realizing, aside from the helmet, you were only wearing his chest and back plate. Surprisingly, the beskar was lighter than you thought. Significantly so.

Wait.

He has brown hair.

“Eh,” a sound at the door interrupted your thoughts. Curious, big ears perked up, head tilted to the side like his father so often does. An excited squeal instantly erupted, tiny body slamming into your chest, knocking you back onto the bed. The tinny tap tap tap on the helmet echoed around you as you blindly picked Grogu off your chest and sat up, setting him on your lap.

“I always wondered how you popped up everywhere after I put you to bed,” you murmured, adjusting the helmet so you could see him, big eyes staring up at you with a smile. “You’re Force sensitive aren’t you?” You hopped up as though the bed burned you, Grogu in your arms. “That’s why Luke is your teacher! He’s the Luke, isn’t he? The Jedi!” You held him up at head height. “Isn’t he?”

Grogu babbled in his indistinguishable language you felt you would never understand.

“I guess I could ask your dad…,” you sighed, sitting back down, suddenly drained. “But he’s not exactly- Where’d he go, anyway?”

“False alarm,” the man himself entered the room, sounding relieved as you slowly turned to face him. “Just a bunch of drunk Mando’ade and mercenaries making a ruckus.”

The helmet was suddenly lifted and set on the bedside table. You blinked, suddenly staring into deep, chocolate molten eyes. His eyes.

The chestplate was lifted next, jolting you for a split second when it blocked him from view. But then they were back- his eyes. They smiled, crinkling at the corners as a light chuckle fell on your ears, your new favorite song.

“Mesh’la,” he said, sounding distant even as his head rested against your own, warm hands gathering in your hair. “Let’s go home.”

Certainly, this was a dream?

You woke up on your usual bunk in the ship, room pitch black. Fumbling for a certain button, the door opened, proving your success and revealed the low-lit hull. After a long stretch and squeaky yawn, you found your way to the cockpit where you found Din resting comfortably: feet up, arms crossed over his chest, head leaning against the headrest with his eyes closed, Grogu snoring softly on his stomach.

You froze, holding your breath as you stared at the man before you.

It wasn’t a dream.

Quietly, you sat in your usual co-pilot’s chair, eyes never leaving DIn’s figure as you slowly emptied your lungs. You did that for a while - slow, deep breaths in and out as you blatantly stared at an armorless Din, afraid he would wake up any moment and-

“Take a holoshot. It’ll last longer,” he said with a smirk, voice gruff from sleep.

You jumped, hand moving to your chest as though it would somehow calm it down and keep it from escaping its cage.

Still, he kept his eyes closed.

When your heart calmed back down to its regular rhythm, you mulled over an idea you had been thinking of for a while now. Thinking now might be your perfect chance to get all the answers you seeked. You were in hyperspace, so there was no chance Din could walk away without answering at least a few questions. Well, he couldn’t go far anyway, considering you were both on the same ship. Plus the kid was asleep, so he wouldn’t move much anyway so as not to wake Grogu.

“Where are we going,” you blurted, disappointed you hadn’t started with something that had been rolling around in your head for months now.

“Mandalore.”

“Ah,” you nodded to no-one and nothing in particular, picking at your nails.

“What’s on your mind, Mesh’la?” his eyes popped open, meeting your own.

“Is what Mayfeld said true?” Now that one question was out, you couldn’t stop the rest. Like a volcano, you erupted, scooting to the edge of your seat, heart pounding once again. “And the names you call me- do they mean beautiful and heart? Why do you call me that? Should I bow- If you really are a king? Is Grogu a Jedi? How’d you end up with him anyway? I mean, now that I know 100% that you’re human with normal sized ears. What’s a mudhorn? It sounds gross. Did you seriously not know my name until I introduced myself to Luke? Who I’ve figured out is the Luke Skywalker, by the way-” You gasped, suddenly realizing something, and squinted your eyes at him in suspicion. “There was never a bounty, was there? On Naboo. You lied to me?”

Din flinched at that. “Not at first-”

“Not at first! Then who became this fictional bounty?” You seethed, angry at your naivety this entire time as the questions kept pouring, unable to stop the flood. “And what was Bo-Katan talking about when she said there had been kissing? And what’s a darksaber? What was that Zabrak talking about when he asked if your heart stopped beating? Why have you suddenly stopped wearing your armor? Why couldn’t you show me your face before?” Tears pricked at your eyes as you thought of the one that hurt the most. “Why did you even let me tag along with you since you obviously don’t really need me around?”

“Ner Kar’ta,” he gently picked Grogu off his lap and laid him on one of many small, makeshift hammocks around the ship before focusing his full attention on you. Scooting to the edge of his seat, he slowly reached for your hands, silently asking permission to touch you.

You stayed still, watching his hands move ever closer until they finally grasped yours. “Don’t pretend you really needed my help with Grogu, Din. This whole time he was supposed to be with Luke, wasn’t he,” your gaze never left your hands, his thumb lightly drew circles in your palms. “It was all pity, wasn’t it? You just-” tears fell on your bare arms, sniffling. “You just felt sorry for me that day, didn’t you?”

“Let me tell you a story,” he said gently, voice cracking, coaxing you to look into his eyes. “And I promise all of your questions will be answered.”

You nodded, barely glancing through your lashes to find his beseeching gaze.

“There’s a legend among Mandalorians called Mand’alor’Kar’ta; The Mand’alor’s Heart,” he started, telling you a tale of the true Mandalorin kings of the past. Those who were chosen by the darksaber to lead, being forced into the role as it kept them alive. Alive until they found the one person meant to rule with them. The darksaber’s chosen queen. The one person who could possibly start the Mand’alor’s heart once more. Once he was done telling you of the legend, he told you his own personal story. Of his parents’ death. How the Mandalorians took him in. Who the Death Watch and the Children of the Watch were. His bounty hunting days. How he found Grogu. His regret, winning the darksaber before knowing what it was, losing Grogu, becoming dar’Manda- all of it. During all of it, he explained everything and so much more: some Mando’a, The Way, Mandalorian traditions, how they show affection, what- who- you are to him, that he’s tired of hiding himself from you.

You listened with rapt attention, never interrupting: gasping in some parts, blushing in others, tightening your grip on his hands to show encouragement or understanding, nodding when he looked to see if you were still listening.

“I have a gift for you,” he said at the end and you perked up. “On Mandalore,” he chuckled when your shoulders rolled forward in disappointment. “Just don’t-” he cleared his throat. “Just don’t feel pressured to take it if you don’t really want it, okay?”

“Okay,” your brows scrunched, confused and intrigued at the same time.

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THANK YOU FOR READING!

Mando’a:

- Mando’ade (Mando-AH-day): Mandalorians. People of Mandalore

Mando’a words and pronunciations found here.

The reason you can thank @takeyour-pants-off is because I could not, for the life of me, decide how I wanted to reveal all the secrets Din had been keeping from Reader. Then she mentioned that Din is keeping so many secrets and the idea of finding a place where Din could not run away from the conversation- BAM- hit me; the ship.

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