Apr 20
Since mr and ms are gendered titles whose second letters happen to be next to each other on the alphabet (r, s), I think the gender neutral version should be either mq (short for McQueen) or mt (short for mountain)
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Since mr and ms are gendered titles whose second letters happen to be next to each other on the alphabet (r, s), I think the gender neutral version should be either mq (short for McQueen) or mt (short for mountain)
simon is the type who laughs at you when you whine about how you want to cum with him ):
like he's eating you out or fingering you - prepping you for the monumental task for taking his hefty cock. he's so skilled, so attuned to your body that he doesn't even have to try before you're teetering on that delicious edge.
you whine out to stop, that you want to cum with him ): and he just laughs at you. this condescending chuckle that sends heat to your cheeks and makes you feel silly for having spoken.
"do you really think i wont make you cum again after this?" he scoffs, crooking his fingers just to watch you fight the way your eyes want to roll back from the pleasure, "i'll make you cum on my fingers and then i'll make you cum on my fuckin' cock, don't be stupid"
he's so MEAN about it, glaring at you all through the orgasm he forces you through, watching as you tremble and gush on his fingers.
and just to be even MORE mean he makes you cum twice on his cock - just to drive the point home. you don't have to worry about cumming with him because you're going to no matter how many times he milks your orgasms before he's ready to cum himself <3
Ehm..so about the Simonxtaller reader…
NEED MORE…🤭
Well, yes, my dear anon. My heart beats 4 u rn
PART 2 of Simon Riley x taller!reader
part one part three
No beta read also no warning except some wee implications of future smut. Or whatever. #hashtag
“Oh.. well, sure. Anything to end the monotony here, right?” You replied, laughing softly as your initial surprise went away.
You turned back around to Simon once you’d put your files away, and sat back down at your desk. His jaw flexed slightly under his mask, and he shifted on his feet slightly.
“When d’ye get outta this box?” He asked, gesturing to your somewhat stingy office. You were almost offended at the nickname before mentally agreeing it was basically just a box.
“Honestly? Today I can probably leave a bit earlier. It’s slow, and I’ll have this done by… I dunno… sixteen hundred?”
Simon hummed, nodding a bit before clearing his throat. He glanced at a small cat figurine you had on your desk before his eyes met yours again.
“I’ll be back ‘ere at sixteen hundred to collect ye then, the report too I guess.”
You chuckled softly at that, your voice nice and relaxing in his ears.
“Sounds like a date, Simon.”
-
While you got to work on the 141’s request, Simon had a glimpse of bounce in his stride as he made his way to the training mats. It was fourteen hundred, and he had time kill with some fresh recruits.
Pulling off his quarter zip to reveal a tight black shirt beneath, Simon walked amongst the overconfident recruits. They’d been training with Gaz and Soap for a few weeks now while he’d been busy with other assignments. They’d only heard the name Ghost, never actually met him.
The men and two women chattered quietly, not having been on too tight a leash with his teammates. That’d change.
“Shut ye mouthes, don’t recall this bein’ bloody recess,” Simon shouted, wiping the smile from their faces, “Which one o’ye is the toughest, eh? If ye can pin me I’ll let ye run the training from now on.”
As he imagined, a larger young man sounded.
“Lieutenant, sir! I will spar, sir!”
About the same height and build as Simon, maybe a few kilos lighter. Anyone without experience might consider it a fair matchup.
They hadn’t met Simon yet.
Shifting more fully into his Ghost persona, he walked to the mat, not bothering to take off his mask as he stood, clearing his throat.
“Well, let’s ge’on with it kid.”
By the time it was fifteen thirty, Simon had pinned each recruit in the class. He clicked his tongue, looking rather disappointed at the bunch as he got closer to dismissal.
“Lieutenant, Sir! Permission to speak?” One smaller man asked, looking particularly buried up. He must’ve joined for the shiny red sports car.
Simon glanced at him, gesturing with his chin for the man to speak.
“We still have thirty minutes, and you’re dismissing us?”
Simon bit back a chuckle, and cleared his throat.
“Ye wanna hang back thirty minutes so I can have another go or two at ye, boy?” He asked, receiving a few chuckles from the other recruits.
“I’ve better things to do than ye sick lookin’ sorry excuses. Get out of ‘ere.”
-
Fifteen fifty, and Simon was outside your office door. He’d showered, changed into his “nice” quarter zip, and put on a pair of jeans instead of tac pants.
He still donned his signature mask, but opted to loose the sunglasses he usually paired them with.
He decided to wait outside the door rather than mill around anywhere else, it just didn’t make any sense to him. So when he heard your chair roll, and the shuffle of papers and printer, he raised a hand.
He knocked three times, and opened the door, his fingers lingering on the handle for a moment as he’d seen you again.
You’d taken your hair down at this point, and slipped your issues hoodie on over your rather plain blouse, gathering the papers from the printer.
“Ah, Simon! Or should I say, Lieutenant Riley?” You joked, stapling the still warm sheets in the corner.
“Ye did some research?”
“Had to make sure you were legit.”
“Fair enough.”
Simon smiled a bit under his mask, clearing his throat slightly. It was a new habit he picked up, not one he liked.
“Ye ready?” He asked as he watched you grab a small satchel, and powered off your desktop.
“Yup!” You replied cheerfully, though it sounded truly pleasant. Not forced or squeaky. “I emailed the numbers to your captain, but I also printed them out, incase you wanted them.”
You handed him the packet, smiling as you neared him to turn off the lights.
He reveled in your height as you got closer, noting that you had to be only two, maybe three inches shorter than he was. Something about that did something rather curious to his brain, yet he pushed it aside.
As you flipped the switch and exited your office, Simon followed, standing behind you as you locked the handle.
“Yer tall,” he said flatly, wishing he’d come up with any conversation point other than the one you most obviously got all the time.
You glanced back at him after you straightened up, a bit of your step cut hair falling into your face, and you grinned. You’d a sharper jawline, and it got even sharper with your smile.
“Oh, yea! About 185, a bit of a giraffe if you ask my supervisor.”
Simon chuckled slightly, falling in step with you as you began to walk.
“S’unique. Suits ye,” he replied, not looking at you but ahead, “were ye hungry or anything?”
You shook your head a bit, shrugging.
“Not really, honestly I’m just happy to be getting some exercise. I usually just go back to my quarters at this point in the day,” you yawned, “are you?”
Simon shook his head, his deep voice rumbling from his chest with a very light laugh.
“Only for some actual company. Gets a li’l old, speakin to the same blokes ye almost get killed with.”
You weren’t sure how to take that for a moment, and let out a half hearted laugh. Simon glanced at you in the silence, and realized he might’ve dropped a bit too much.
“Ah, sorry. I’vent spoken to a lass li’ yerself in ages. Must be getting nervous,” he quickly followed up, which earned a hearty laugh from you.
You didn’t try to silence it at all, allowing that silky voice Simon had been dreaming about all afternoon to wash over him. He grinned under his mask, shoving his hands into his pockets with a subtle pride at making you burst out like that.
“Well—I’m flattered Lieutenant Riley..” you started, but he cut you off.
“Simon. Just Simon for ye.”
“Right! Simon.. I needed that. Honestly I get so cooped up in my office all week I forget that other people work here. That other people live here. I feel like a recluse!” You joked, glancing over at him to meet eyes that were already on you.
You had made your way around the training mats, where Soap and Gaz currently had another class of recruits doing pushups. Simon would get to them eventually.
“Yea, ye know I don’t think I’ve seen ye b’fore today, feels like I’m making up lost time,” he says, testing the waters in a little more heavy handed flirting.
“Well, don’t dwell on the past too much, we’re got time to kill now.”
You said it like it was the most casual thing in he world, barely flinching at his more forward remark.
You were slightly pulled from silence as a Scots voice cut through the air, yelling presumably to Simon.
“Ghost, ye got a new friend? Looks li’ a right Bonnie lass! And she’s tall! Pure dead brilliant!”
“Piss off MacTavish!” Simon yelled back, flipping him the bird.
“Ghost, huh?”
“S’my callsign.”
“Hence the mask?”
“Hence the mask.”
-
You’d walked for about an hour or so until Simon checked his watch, grumbling slightly.
“I got a briefing at eighteen. Wish I could keep doing this with ye, but I can’t. Can I walk ye to your room as an apology? Or wherever yer going?”
Simon bit his cheek slightly, a bit upset the time went so quickly, but hoped you liked him enough for a second stroll at the very least.
“Why? So you know where to find me after your briefing?” You joked, eyeing him up slightly with a tad bit of an impish grin.
“Guilty.”
“Well, then I’d be flattered, Simon.”
-
When you finally got to your door, you paused for a moment, tilting your head slightly as your hand rested on the handle to the room.
“I wasn’t joking, by the way.”
“Hmm? Bout what?” Simon asked, his brows visibly furrowing.
“About coming to find me after your briefing. I’m hungry for some company too, you could say,” you said, grinning a bit with a glint in your eyes.
This was gonna be one hell of a long briefing for poor old Simon.
AN — loved this. Thank you dear anon. Keep em coming. I will be writing a part three that’s probably gonna be smut heavy as fuck tbh/rate
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