#uuhhh open?

[thetoaddaddy]

A lil drabble for the lonely god au

It’s raining. A heavy downpour. The kind that pelts against the skin and gives one a terrible chill. It doesn’t bode well for an old mountain top shine. The wood groans. The roof leaks. Mould feasts and nature rejoices. 

To most he would look like an ordinary man now. The lacklustre shine and ethereal commanding aura is long faded. He is at most a tangible ghost. One could reach out and touch him. Feel him. Hold his cold skin and trace his tired features. He must look odd too. Clothes bitten at the hems from being long overdue for a change. Their faded colours matching his faded presence. Bare feet, dirty and wet. Dark eyes, dull and emotionless. The rest of his face just as blank as he stares at the sky. 

It was raining that day too. 

When the land was collided in a three way war. When three gods who once oversaw one united country began to fight. First it was just disagreements. Then altercations. Before long one who were now three destroyed their nation. Land was split. The earth was shaken and scarred. What was left was three with no choice but to start again, away from each other. 

He knows he took the biggest toll. 

Maybe that’s what drove them away. 

Lacking faith in their god they left. One by one. Maybe they went to one of them. A healer or a determined go getter is much more reliable than someone who… well… he didn’t recall what. What his goal is or how he failed the ones who once loved him. They were fed. They had protection. They had him. But maybe he just wasn’t good enough. 

That’s why there’s nothing left. Not even his name. He can’t even step out of the gate of his shrine. Any day now… He’ll collapse. This form will wither. He will be nothing more than the dirt below him. 

Something warm and fuzzy weaves around his feet. His head slowly moves down to see a fox with golden fur. It makes a funny sound, something like a bark and grumble, before trotting off to the main part of his decaying domain. He follows, taking shelter under the small wooden structure. Inside of which held a raised area full of soggy blankets and moth eaten robes. Rotted offerings in fraying baskets were barely recognizable at the foot of the small step. So he lays down. Soaking wet and cold. Staring at the rain framed by the open shoji.. or what remained of it. It broke years ago. 

Some small part of him did remember. When he had ladies fawning over him. They were curled up on his blankets and poured him all the alcohol he could stand… That’s about all he remembers. The marks of a long ago past still remained on his hallowed grounds. The things humans used. Tilled ground and ruined crop land. Broken dishes. There’s a place of hot water too. Somewhere not too far… he can’t access it now. 

The fox made that sound again, calling for his attention. The best he could do was run his hand along it’s back. The beast eventually settled to lick his cheek. But it wasn’t long until those big ears perked up and it dashed back off in the rain. 

Wonder what it heard? 

The thought was fleeting. Running through his brain like a brush going from one end of the paper to the other. 

Well… 

There’s not much else to do but rest. 

[skrrtscree]

REALLY LATE VALENTINES ART - yeah im ngl this is really self indulgent 🩷❤️

[nickkcha]

Hi again! I drew my Casey's version, I really love this design I made, I think I copied his aesthetic bc i have all these exact clothes XD

(and I re opened comms info in dm •3•)

[tartppola]

hey y’alllll i opened comms cus of semester break 🫡🫡

edit : i forgot how to check slots in ko-fi so i’m keeping count hereeee

edit2 : i figured out how to use the add-ons on ko fi so itd be easier to comm extra characters on a piece 🫡

[sclitvde]

OPEN STARTER ( content warning below )

His breath is hot against the shell of their ear. "I'm so sorry, darling," blood - stained thumb wipes at the smeared mascara under their eye, sadly disappointed that they ruined the very good job he had done on their makeup with all those silly little tears. But he does admit, silently to himself, that they looked much prettier with tear stains instead of rouge.

Eddie adjusts massive frame behind them, having pinned their hips to the steel medical table with his own. After correcting his stance, he continues his onslaught, shaping their insides with the veiny thickness of his cock. His vigor has yet to sour, his stamina unending. They've been going at it for hours, for it had been hours since they 'finalized' their marriage. It wasn't much of a ceremony but the bride, well, they were perfect. Eddie made sure of it. But the wedding dress he so meticulously had sewn is now tattered shreds in his hands, using the strips of fabric only as anchors to steady their body with each thrust of his hips.

"You're being so good for me, dolly," Eddie whispers with a smile. "You'll look so pretty swollen, with my babies inside of you. I'll fuck take such good care of you."

open to: all genders

plot/connection/backstory: after all that heartache, eddie has finally found the one! his perfect 'bride'! unfortunately, that bride is your muse.

cw/tw: dubcon (so s/a), violence, misogyny, sexism, possible sa mentions, possible csa mentions, medical neglect/violence mentions, probably all of the -isms, breeding/impreg, weird 50's nuclear family stuff, bro is a serial killer

[west-tokyo-incidents]

There is something wonderful about Mother, making a place for everything in its body.

CW; emeto mention(brief), torture, blood, general insanity ensues.

The glow of sickening yellow-green not-bile pulses within great spires. Spires that drool from ceiling to floor like the awful trail of saliva from one's lips to the floor after a sudden vomit. Hundreds of them that sway and threaten to break in an unfelt breeze. Spires made of twisting black metal and tech. Spires thicker than buildings at their thinnest point.

Here are contained the prisoners. Those who dare to hide information from The Facility are here. Mother’s Intestines is the deepest pit of the Facility. Within the spires are the twisting hallways of the Intestines. Claustrophobic doesn't begin to describe it. Every path is jammed with wires and struts, doorways often hidden by some new growth of tech like scar tissue. Labyrinthine and comparable to catacombs, some of the halls have to be squeezed into, black, hot metal threatening to burn every inch of flesh that touches it.

Avaro clones of clones of clones scurry back and forth and back and forth, from one place to another to another on the ceiling. Carrying information, carrying tools, carrying laughter on their tongues as hands reach desperately out to try and grab them. Constant, unending noise. Few clones even resemble anything more than their animal, if even that. Disposable, repeatable, nothing but clones so far removed from their original that no semblance of humanity remains.

There are only cells here for the humans. The doors to them are the most often obscured, and being forgotten in one of the dark, too-hot, closet-sized rooms is torture of its own right. But they're never here for long. They spill their information eventually, they're not allowed to die. It takes a human who can resist Regula or Jealousy to even get here and those are few and far between.

The douji who must be interrogated are all but crushed into the moving walls. Walls of Mother's own flesh. It would be comparable to being shoved in a locker, but a locker would at least have airflow. Those that are lucky to have airflow are perhaps the most unlucky. A sharp needle jabs through the holes that let air in, injecting or extracting at the whims of its bearer.

One would think with the powers the Facility holds that such... barbaric things are pointless to them. Or that if they're needed they would only need a few rooms for intense interrogations. But there are endless timelines. Hundreds of billions to sift through. And the Administrator is a patient man.

Torment and a handful of their... associates... are the only people who stay in these halls of their own will.

The rat king; an Avaro instance with no specific name, the center of the swarm in these depths.

Bile; a Sophia instance who's moral compass is lost in some metaphorical swamp.

Syphon; an Ultimo instance who's utterly convinced that what he does is good and justified.

And finally Torment themself.

Garion would usually rarely bother coming here himself. The halls are far too taxing on his bad leg and really, getting blood in his hair is SUCH a pain...

This room is one of the few places one can stand straight without brushing a wall just by breathing, and Garion's slim figure takes up most of that space. In front of him is a rig that could be seen in the secret basement of a suburban couple's home just as well as it could be seen here. An x frame rig almost comically plain and simple juxtaposed against the complex, breathing machinery of the walls.

On a vat of something, his little mimic robot chirps out something. Bile giggles and mocks it right back from somewhere unseen. As their voices deteriorate from playful copying to distorted mirroring from repeated repetition, Garion's eyes don't move from their place. Sharp blue, once dulled from boredom, are laid upon the figure strapped to the rig. Whatever they are, whatever timeline they're from, whatever they've done trying to escape this fate, it doesn't matter. He can barely even see them for his hate.

A light brightens and then dims behind him. A latch clicks shut. Something brushes against his back, but he does not move.

"Admin!" A deep mechanical rumble of a voice above him feigned surprise, as if they didn't know why he was here, "We dont see your pretty face around here often. And with such a lovely gift."

Garion doesn't move except to blink slowly.

Impatient--some would even dare say nervous--clicks come from the one who entered. The mechanical voice begins to speak again, but this time the higher, almost playful tone is gone.

"What do you need out of them, Administrator?"

The silly mimicry nearby screeches to a halt, Bile catching on and listening as he notices his beloved's voice change.

"I need to know how they got to Fusaji."

"Who--" The fusion is cut off by an Engrave from the Administrator. A vision of a Fusataro instance bleeding heavily onto a very nice looking kimono, hiding himself as deep as he could into a corner. Terrified. The memory is colored with anger, fear, but most importantly relief and overjoy at finding this instance alive. Until this 'Fusaji' flinches away. Hurt in such a way to flinch even from his lover.

Lover.

As the memory abruptly ended, a low rumble rippled under the sounds of the moving metal and the scratches of not-mice on the ceiling.

"I understand."

Garion turns to face the fusion, his eyes finally landing on the opaque black mask.

"And once you have that information," a painfully fake smile spreads like a mold on his face, "Don't stop. Have all the fun you want."

He pushes past, ignoring that a sharp piece of metal from the fusion cuts a hole in his sleeve. Trickery clicks its tongue and jumps off its perch to follow quickly after as its master leaves the small room.

"Oooooh, the Intestines have a VIP now!" Bile giggles and kicks his legs. The large vat on the Fusion's back drops to the ground.

"So it seems!"

[erifin]

I’ve had a file saved on my iCloud called “STRIFE aka im dying scoob” and I DONT remember what this file is or why I even have it in the first place

[thegempage]

hmm (thinking thoughts)

[newtkive]

Carm would be so so clueless when you’re flirting with him and would take stuff so literally and you’re just head in hands shaking coz even with your terrible and obvious flirting he isn’t picking up a hint and that means you need to verbalise it even more explicitly and that’s just so embarrassingggggg

this is so cute but sooo REALLL. he has next to no experience w people romantically so he more than likely either doesn't detect it, or can't believe someone like you would even flirt with him.

like after awhile of yall knowing each other and you coming to terms w your feelings for him you finally decide to just be playful and go for it. maybe you start w thoughtful things like you knew he'd been staying up all night at the restaurant so you bring him a yummy coffee homemade in a to-go cup in the morning. you'd set it on his desk in cute, loopy cursive letters and a heart facing him, so the first thing he sees is '𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓶𝔂 ♥'. he literally would get so confused but once he looks up from his pile of paperwork that comes with opening a new place he'd get butterflies at the sight of you standing there, your cheeks cute, red, and round from your big smile, too stunned to say smth.

"for you! i made it." you'd motion to the cup once you realize he isn't going to speak and he almost jumps a bit in surprise. the look on his face unbelieving like, 'for me?? thats for me??'

he would thank you softly, cheeks even redder than yours. but not because he thinks you're flirting with him, no-- it's because he's giddy at the thought that you brought him a coffee and he shouldn't be because you don't mean it as anything more than a friendly offering.

after a little moment of awkward silence, carmy taking the cup and thumb rubbing over his name, you'd clear your throat a bit. "you're welcome.. you know, the barista thought you were pretty cute." the words just tumbled out a bit ungracefully, a little stutter cutting in along the way.

at that carmy looks up at you, brows knitted in total, earnest confusion. "i thought you said you made it yourself?" he'd say and your jaw would literally fall open, because how daft could he be? that was the point of the joke?

a chorus of 'uuhhh's and 'nevermind just enjoy' would come stringing along from your mouth and you turn to exit the office. behind you watching the whole thing is sydney with her jaw on the floor and richie with a smirk, taking a bite of a muffin. you approach them, head shaking and palm hitting your forehead, asking if they saw that.

richie would give it a few minutes to gossip with you two, laugh about how stupid carmy was, before sauntering into the little office. "you, cousin, are a fuckin' idiot. you know that?" richie would say, towering over the man, earning a confused look from carmy just like he gave you before. ignoring carmy (because he definitely isn't gonna tell him since that was much too fun to watch) richie grabs the cup and takes a swig, an appreciative frown growing on his lips as he nodded in appreciation. "good."

"that's mine, freak, give it back." and carmy snatches it because you made it for him and now he cherishes it and yeah it's good as fuck.

[kpopsexstories]

NCT Dream Dating Ban #5: Jeno Pt. 2

NCT Jeno can’t date girls. As his gay friend you help him out with his sexual needs. (Part 2 of 2)

Content Warning! This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: Top NCT Jeno x Bottom male reader

Content: Jeno fucks you hard on Jisung's bed, Chenle and Jaemin listen in and jerk off

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 2.1k

Click here to read Part 1.

Jaemin and Chenle are in the living room, on opposite ends of the Dream dorm couch. They're staring wide-eyed at Jisung's closed door while drooling from the corner of their mouths. Jeno is fucking you hard inside and it's driving the boys wild.

Their senses are on high alert. They listen intently to every nuance in the repetitive squeaks of Jisung's bed and mattress. They imagine the hot sex, what you and Jeno are doing to each other just a room away.

They both have a pillow on their laps, and Chenle has pulled his knees and feet onto the couch. Mark was sitting between them only moments ago, but has since retreated to his room. Chenle and Jaemin haven't even noticed that he left.

“Fuck this is hot!” Jaemin exclaims. His hand is massaging and squeezing his hard dick over his clothes under the pillow.

Chenle lets out a dolphin-like laugh. “I wish the others weren't recording today,” he says and adjusts his pants. “Do you think Jisung is okay with them having sex in his bed?”

“He'd probably laugh about it,” Jaemin says without taking his eyes off the door. His arm moves gently as he strokes himself.

“He'd probably be in there with them.”

Jaemin glances at his friend and smiles a crooked smile. “I bet you wish you were.”

Chenle sneers, but Jaemin is right. “Your friend is so hot. Jisung is lucky he gets to sleep with him every night.”

“Have you slept with him yet?” Jaemin asks. “All the others have.”

“No. Have you?”

“No.”

Chenle turns to glare at his friend. “What, really?” he asks, genuinely surprised. “Never?”

“Never,” Jaemin confirms.

“But… All those bike trips you take every year. I thought for sure you were more than just friends. Have you never had sex when you're out?”

“No, why would we? He's just my friend.”

“I just thought…”

Ahh, Jeno, fuck my ass!

Chenle stops talking mid sentence. The boys adjust their positions when they hear your muffled moan.

Yes, yes, fuck me harder with your big cock!

Jeno isn't quiet either. Ahhgh, uuhhh, fuuck! he groans loudly.

Jaemin starts stroking his bone a little faster. The pillows really serve no purpose. Even Chenle is borderline jerking off next to his friend.

“I really do wish the others were here to witness this,” Chenle says.

“Yeah,” Jaemin agrees without really paying attention. The sounds and fantasies are making the boys so hard.

*****

You're on your back on the bed, legs spread wide and Jeno's big dick pushing in and out of your ass. He's towering over you, the full length of his body gliding violently back and forth in your arms. He's fucking you missionary style by rocking his body and thrusting his ass and hips fast up and down.

“Ahh, Jeno, fuck me!” you repeat while taking in the sight end feel of his toned body tensing. “Fuuck, your cock feels so good.”

Jeno's face is directly above yours. He alters between closing his eyes and grimacing, and opening them wide to focus fully on yours. You've been going at it for quite a while and you're impressed by his endurance. Considering the dating ban and how rough and eager he's been in the way he handles your body it's quite a feat that he hasn't come inside you already.

“Mm, yeah!” he grunts and suddenly sits up on his knees. His dick falls out of your ass as he pushes on your thigh.

You flip around and stand on all four in front of him. His hands find your hips and he pulls them toward his groin. He guides his dick between your cheeks and pull your ass onto his shaft.

“Ahh, fuck,” he groans when he begins to fuck you slowly from behind. “Ahhh, fuuuck!”

He picks up the pace. His fingers tighten around your sides. Then he lifts a hand and spanks you.

“Yeah, slap my ass,” you encourage him. “Ahh, harder!”

Jeno spanks your cheek harder with one hand. He's really going at it, using you as his sex toy, thrusting his hips fast and pulling your ass hard onto his dick.

“Yeah, you like this?” he asks and slaps you again. You can hear the grin on his face.

“Y-yes,” you whimper for him. “Oh, yes!”

He spanks you harder, causing your cheek to shake while his dick fills your hole.

“Can I come inside you?” he suddenly asks. The question surprises you.

“Ehm, yeah,” you say, confused because you thought the answer was obvious. “Why would you not?”

“I don't want to get any diseases. Are you clean?“

That's when it dawns on you that, maybe, Jeno has actually never had sex with a man before. He's probably used to pussy, or as used to it as the dating ban allows.

You laugh out loud. “That's not how it works,” you say. “You're already inside me.”

But Jeno has stopped listening. He suddenly pulls out, abruptly and without warning. He sits on his knees, grabs his dick and squeeze your waist hard.

“Ahhhgh, fuu-UUCK!” he shouts.

He shoots his load across your lower back. It sprays your red ass and reaches as far up as just below your shoulder blade, leaving a long, thick white string parallel to your spine. You bury your face in the sheets as you feel the hot cum land on your skin.

Fuck, this is hot! you think and moan.

*****

Jaemin and Chenle have heard your muffled screams through the wall. Ahhhgh, fuu-UUCK! It's abundantly clear to everyone that Jeno has just orgasmed.

Chenle quickly and instinctively gets up and hastily makes his way to the door. He stops and puts his ear against it while squeezing his bulge.

Jaemin, equally curious and deprived, follows.

“You think they're done?” Chenle asks and looks up.

“Sounds like it,” Jaemin whispers. “Fuck, I should never have closed the door.”

Another muffled groan is suddenly heard, coming from a few doors down the hall. Ah, ahhh!

It's Mark who's moaning as he comes in his underwear, turned on and brought over the edge by his own hand and Jeno's loud orgasm.

Chenle and Jaemin look at each other. They smirk and giggle, then cover their mouths as not to get caught.

“Well,” Chenle says. “It sounds like the fun is over. I need a nap.”

Jaemin gives him a playful side-eye, but Chenle has already turned away from him.

“Me too. I'm super tired.”

That's a lie and they both know it. As Chenle and Jaemin rush to their own respective rooms and beds, sleep is the last thing on their minds.

They're hot, horny and have just listened to their own private porn show. They're the only two who haven't had their thirsts clenched by you.

Jaemin especially feels neglected by you, for reasons you will come to know soon enough. If you're too busy satisfying everyone else, what else can he do than to satisfy himself?

*****

Chenle doesn't waste any time and he doesn't last long. He's about to burst in his pants the second the door to his bedroom closes behind him. He pulls them down and throws himself onto the bed.

He lies on his back and takes out his dick. He jerks it, slow at first while imagining Jeno's sexy body plowing into yours. Then faster, harder, until he comes and his load shoots onto his stomach and trickles down his hand and shaft.

“Ahh, ummngh,” he moans softly while grimacing and panting excessively. “Fuuck!”

A few doors away, Jaemin is standing by a mirror hanging above a table along the wall. He's taken his shirt off and his pants and underwear have fallen to his ankles.

His phone is on the table. He stares at the screen with big eyes, while jerking and stroking his dick fast. He's looking at a picture of you, standing knee deep in a lake in a forest in only your underwear. It was taken last year, and you have no idea that Jaemin has jerked off to it on numerous occasions since then.

When he's close to coming, however, Jaemin quickly looks up. He stares at himself in the mirror, at his toned body and hard dick. He's imagining your ass in front of him, fucking you hard from behind.

His thoughts are interrupted when the front door to the apartment slams shut. The other boys have returned home, and he decides he better finish quick.

He reaches for a box of tissues on the table, then closes his eyes and stroke a little faster. He squeezes his shaft with his fingers as a ring around it, takes several tissues from the box, and plays out a sexual fantasy in his head.

Mmm, fuck yeah! he thinks when he explodes. He shoots his load into the ball of paper, leans over the table with his mouth wide open as not to spill on the floor, then opens his eyes and looks at his face in the mirror.

*****

“Fuck Jeno, you're incredible,” you pant and turn round. He stands up on the floor by the foot of the bed and you slide your feet and legs between his thighs.

He's heaving for air above you. You feel his muscular body with your hands, tracing your fingers across his abs.

His chest moves far in and out. His lungs are working hard as he struggles to catch his breath.

“You think the others heard?” you ask with a naughty smile. You scoot your ass to the edge of the bed, look up at Jeno's flustered face, then take his dick and put it in your mouth.

“Ohh, fuck,” Jeno says and throws his head back. You kiss the head and lick the cum off his big shaft.

He looks down and your eyes meet. “Yeah,” he says and smirks. “They heard. They're probably jerking off right now.”

A door outside is suddenly slammed shut and Haechan's voice can be heard. The boys are back, and that means Jisung has probably returned too.

You suddenly feel a panic coming on. It's no secret that you've had sex with almost everyone in the shared apartment, but you've just done it in your best friend's bed and he wasn't in it with you.

Jeno calmly steps away from you. You glance at his back and ass when he walks around the bed, leans down and picks up the towel he wore when he came in.

You get up and look around to find your clothes. Jeno comes up to you with the towel in hand. “Turn around,” he says.

He wipes your back with long and gentle strokes to clean up the mess he's made. While he jerks off daily it's been ages since he last had sex, resulting in a sexual charge and release that was long overdue, at least in relation to how frequently the man had sex before the company tightened their dating ban.

The sheer volume of cum on your back proves that Jeno really needed this. And you have no idea how thankful he is that you were there to help him.

“I'll go take another shower,” he says when he's done cleaning you up. You turn and watch as he wraps the soiled towel around his waist. “Wanna join?”

You don't get a chance to respond. The door suddenly opens and Jisung is standing in it. He stares at you with wide eyes, and a faint smile appears on his lips when he realizes what he's walked in on.

Jeno slowly makes his way past him, naked and with a certain pride and satisfaction in his walk. “I need a shower,” he repeats and smiles at his friend.

Jisung steps inside and closes the door behind him while you begin to put your clothes back on.

“Had fun?” he asks and unzips his hoodie. He takes it off and throws it on the bed, then pulls a black t-shirt over his head.

“Yeah,” you say and smile at his shirtless body.

Jisung approaches you. He wants to relax after a long day in the studio.

“Don't bother,” he says and takes your shirt from your hand. He puts his arms around your body, grabs your sides and spins you around, then pushes you forward in the direction of he bed.

“My turn,” he continues and takes off his pants behind you. He doesn't even ask your permission. “You're leaving in a few days.”

Click here to read Part 1.

[teecupangel]

I love your works and I saw mention of an idea for Desmond to be reborn as Abbas and now I'm just like "oh god that timeline was never gonna stay the same" because I can see Desmond thinking about following the normal timeline then remembering he'd have to be mean to Altair for years and one day kill Malik and he just goes "fuck that"

Thank you!

There’s this villainess story (the title escapes me atm) where the villainess is trying hard to be evil but the main love interest can see that she’s trying her best and finds it adorable.

I’m kinda imagining that’s the kind of setup we’ll have with a Desmond who is trying so hard to try be mean to Altaïr.

Like, the biggest open secret in all of Masyaf is that Abbas Sofian, for whatever reason, pretends he hates Altaïr’s guts when he’s always the most worried whenever Altaïr leaves for a mission and can spot when Altaïr is just a little bit off and immediately believes he’s tired.

Altaïr is the only one to call him Desmond and he’s going along with this because… uuhhh… Altaïr honestly doesn’t know.

A day after Altaïr got the scar on his lips after protecting Desmond from a freak accident while they were training, Desmond proclaimed that he hated Altaïr and that he was just pretending to be believe Altaïr’s lies that his father had killed himself in front of Altaïr.

Altaïr would have believed it had it not been for the fact that Desmond was crying and obviously forcing himself to say those things.

Altaïr assumed that Desmond was trying to pull away from him because he felt guilty for Altaïr’s scar which was stupid because it was Altaïr who pushed Desmond out of the way and got himself hurt due to his own weakness.

And…

Desmond was so cute when he tries so hard to pretend that he hates Altaïr.

Malik is on the sideline, just staring at the two of them like the big idiots that they were.

[deakyjoe]

Somebody’s Watching Me Part 7

Paring: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (“Sarge”, she/her pronouns, British, backstory)

Category: slowburn coworkers to friends to lovers with grumpy x sunshine dynamic/idiots in love

Summary: You and Simon take the next step towards happiness.

Warnings: smut (18+), f receiving oral, handjobs, vaginal fingering, unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, praise kink, slightly sub!ghost, slightly dom!reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, swearing/cursing, British terminology/slang, the mask is off, domestic Ghost, brief mention of scars and stretch marks, this is just smut and fluff, *** to indicate where smut starts and ends

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: EJ doesn’t write and publish smut. EJ is a virgin who doesn’t know what sex is like in real life. EJ is nervous about posting this. Please be nice to EJ.

Part 8 here!

Consider buying me a coffee :)

The first time you met Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley you were rather disappointed. You'd heard tales of the mysterious killing machine who showed no mercy. But then, when you finally did come face to face with him, you discovered he was just a regular guy in a mask who complained when his tea was too hot to drink and when the chocolate digestive biscuits had run out. Hardly the legend everyone cracked him up to be.

And then you saw him in the field and your perception changed slightly. He was damn good at what he did. You'd be mildly impressed if you weren't already surrounded by the best of the best, yourself included. You weren't entirely convinced he was the scariest man ever to have lived, as everybody told you, but you could appreciate his skills. Sure, you were fearful of him in the way that he was your superior and you didn't want to make a bad first impression or have him kick you off the team. But you didn't think he was going to kill you in your sleep or anything as your new friend Sergeant MacTavish, better known as Soap, liked to joke.

However, your view of him changed again when he caught you and Soap in the rec room one evening. It was totally innocent. The two of you were unwinding from a long day by eating snacks, listening to music and sharing stories. You were in the middle of listening to a particularly good one from your fellow sergeant when your lieutenant walked in and his mouth snapped shut.

Ghost barely glanced at the two of you, face hidden by his infamous mask. It looked rather silly when he didn't have the rest of his tactical gear on.

"Carry on, Soap." You encouraged him, not put off by the presence of another person in the room. "What happened next?"

The Scot's eyes snapped back to yours and he cleared his throat. "Right, right uuhhh..."

He was cut off by Lieutenant Riley suddenly standing over the two of you behind the sofa, cup of tea clutched in his gloved hand. He was very sneaky. "No drinking on base."

You looked up to him, confused by what he was talking about before realising he was looking at the drink clasped in your hand. "It's apple juice, sir."

He said nothing, eyes burning through his mask into yours. You wouldn't back down from a stare off if that's what he wanted. If his game was intimidation then you wouldn't let him win. You'd grown used to men trying to put you down and you weren't going to let a man who hid his face behind a mask try to do the same.

"This music is inappropriate. Flirting between members of the team is forbidden." He really was trying to get you in trouble. But why? Did he already not like you?

You snorted at him. "I hardly think Sir Mix-a-Lot is the pinnacle of romance, lieutenant."

Soap's jaw hung open opposite you. He couldn't believe you were arguing with Ghost Riley. Especially as a new member of the team. It was risky. He respected it.

"Don't answer back, sergeant." He snapped, fist clenching at his side.

You just held your chin higher despite him towering over you. "I'm not, sir. I'm sure Sergeant MacTavish is a lovely man but, believe me, I have no interest in pursuing anyone on the team. And Sir Mix-a-Lot is certainly not my main means of seduction. I'm here to work. Nothing else."

If only you knew.

***

The kiss was feverish as Simon stumbled into your flat, not letting you go for a single second as he kicked the door shut harshly behind him and pushed his jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor. There was a passionate clash of teeth and tongues as you slammed him back against the wood, needing to be as close to him as possible. You were not going to let him go full Ghost on you in this situation and take complete control of it. You wanted Simon. And you wanted some power.

But Simon was kissing you.

Simon was kissing you.

It finally dawned what was happening.

He tasted like the bourbon he'd been drinking earlier, not that you were complaining, and you wondered if you tasted of the apple martini he'd made for you. The apple martini he hated.

You pulled back suddenly. "Oh, god. Do I taste like the apple martini? I'm sor-"

He chuckled lowly, leaning back into you. "Stop talking for once, Sarge."

The kiss resumed and his hands roamed every inch of you that he could reach, not neglecting any point of your body. You clung to him desperately, never wanting to let go. You wanted to consume him. And let him consume you.

He was too tall, always too fucking tall. So you grabbed at his shirt and dragged him down to meet you halfway, legs sliding up the outside of his almost as if you were trying to climb him. And maybe you were.

Simon groaned lowly into your mouth, breaking away for a mere second to catch his breath and stare longingly down at you before diving straight back in. As your arms snaked around the back of his neck, he turned the two of you around so you were up against the door. And you needed the support as he started to pepper kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He found your weak spot as you whined and began to lick and suckle there repeatedly for good measure.

As much as it felt good, you needed more of him so you threaded your fingers through the back of his hair and guided his lips back to yours. "More kissing, Simon."

He obliged happily.

You'd never get enough. There would never be enough Simon Riley in this world to satisfy you. And he had a sneaking suspicion of that so he was going to do his damn best to give you as much as he could.

When he broke away again, you huffed in protest but quickly stopped when he sank down to the floor.

Having Lieutenant Simon Riley on his knees in front of you was the most exciting, and unexpected, moment of your life.

You'd store away the image in your memory forever.

He looked up at you with his wide, dark eyes and started unbuttoning your jeans. When he glanced back up at you again for permission to take them off you just nodded. They were pulled off and discarded, his stare fixing on the underwear you were wearing. It wasn't your nicest pair but Simon didn't seem to care much as he parted your thighs with his hands and stuck his head between them, inhaling deeply.

Before you knew it, they were torn off and Simon's mouth was latched onto your clit. The man did know his targets well.

"Oh, my- fuck!" You slapped your hand across your mouth, head thrown back and slamming against the door, as he sucked and flicked at it in utter desperation.

When you dared to look down at him, even more arousal stirred in you to see his eyes - his pretty, pretty eyes - were fixed on you and your reactions. He seemed to be concentrating on what felt good for you. People pleaser.

Moans and other pleasured sounds tumbled from your lips as he lifted one of your legs and manoeuvred it over his shoulder so you were spread wide for him, hand planted on your thigh to knead the flesh there. He changed positions after that, moving so his mouth was closer to your opening and his nose bumped against your clit for stimulation instead.

And you couldn't help yourself when your hips started grinding against his face of their own accord, pure lust powering you forward.

"Simon." A gasp of his name left your mouth as he lapped up everything you were giving him, hands laced in his hair to pull him impossibly closer to you.

The thought that you were doing this against your front door and that any of your neighbours could hear you if they simply walked past was long gone as the burning feeling of your impending orgasm built up within you. But, then again, it was past midnight on New Years. Any of your neighbours still awake would probably be partying and having too much of their own fun to take any notice of loud noises coming from your flat.

"So good." You said, chest heaving and face glistening with sweat. "So, so good, Simon."

He groaned into you, eyes closing for just a second making his fair eyelashes flutter, and went harder. He devoured you like a man starved.

And with a final buck of your hips that had the tip of his nose hitting your clit just right, you were speeding over the edge into blissful oblivion. It took every ounce of willpower for you not to scream as your legs turned to jelly. He kept you upright with his hands on your hips as he slid back up to his full height.

"You. Taste. Heavenly." Every word was punctuated by a kiss to your lips, each one tasting distinctly of you.

Your voice was ragged as your eyelids became hooded and you grabbed his hand. "Bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am." He had no ounce of protest in him as he allowed you to drag him through your flat and to your room. Now things were started he wasn't going to hold back at all. He'd been denying himself of this for too long. He felt like it was deserved. Both for him and for you.

What he didn't expect was for you to take complete control as soon as you got there, pushing him onto the bed and demanding him to sit up against the headboard as he kicked his shoes off.

And when you crawled over to him and straddled his lap, lips immediately landing on his to kiss him even more, he felt a tingling inside of himself. It was a kind of buzz, almost like he was drunk but not quite. Maybe drunk on you. And the feeling of you against him.

You were underwear-less now, only a bra and shirt covering you, so when you started to softly grind against him Simon thought his brain might explode. Or other parts of him.

But you didn't give up, even as he grew painfully hard underneath you, you just kept going. You just kissed and kissed and kissed at his swollen lips, not being able to stop yourself.

But then you suddenly pulled back and looked down at him, head tilting to the side slightly. Your hands tapped along the hem of his shirt, barely grazing the skin of his stomach. "You're wearing too many clothes. May I?" You asked and he nodded, breathless. "Out loud."

"Yes." He was never going to say no to you. Especially not now. He'd lost the ability to deny you of anything a long time ago.

You tugged the shirt off of him and over his head, eyes immediately landing on his bare torso that was only very partially obscured by his dog tags. He was toned, that was for sure, but you knew that already and you admired the tattoos dispersed up and down his arms, encroaching onto his chest. However, you were more focused on the subtle things. The small freckles scattered in various places, scars marking the pale tone of his skin, a patch of hair on his lower abdomen that trailed off in a little path underneath his belt. Even the faded stretch marks dotted across the plains of his body.

You sighed happily. "You're so gorgeous it's unfair, Simon. Blond and pretty."

He flushed at that, blaming the heat in his cheeks on being turned on, and pulled you back in to kiss him to distract himself from it.

Your nails raked down his chest, arms lifting up when he pulled your own shirt off of you. His large hands explored the expanse of your skin, trailing up and down your sides before going to your back, undoing your bra and tossing it to the side. Like him, only your dog tags were left to cover the bare skin of your chest.

His eyes were drawn to the dog tags hanging around your neck, the chain settled in the valley of your breasts, and you both knew what you were thinking. The fantasy Simon had confided in you. But, silently, you agreed it was for another time.

His hands were warm when they landed on your chest, which you were thankful for, as they kneaded, pulled, tugged and tweaked. It felt good but you wanted to give him more.

"Can I touch you, Simon?" You asked, smiling when he nodded eagerly.

Your hands fumbled with his belt buckle, no patience left within you, and you pulled his trousers and underwear down just enough to release him once the belt was undone.

You stared at him.

Simon felt self-conscious.

He had no reason to.

He was long and thick, your mouth watering at the sight. Oh, how you longed for him. To have him in your mouth. To taste him. To feel him inside you. But that was for another time.

As soon as your hand wrapped around him his eyes screwed shut and his head was thrown back against the wall, soft sounds leaving his mouth.

"Mm-mm. Eyes open and on me, Simon." You said quietly, watching his chest heave and his breaths come out raggedly.

His eyes shot open at the mention of his name, cheeks pink and rosy as he made eye contact with you.

"So pretty..." You trailed off, smiling at him. He really was beautiful. Especially like this. "Come on, pretty boy. Keep making those pretty, little noises for me."

He whimpered, actually whimpered.

"Oh-ho-ho! Do you like praise, Simon?"

He nodded frantically, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "Please."

"You like to hear how well you're doing for me? How beautiful you look? Hm?"

Your hand tightened around his tip before you sunk it back down again to the base, twisting your wrist to give him more friction.

A garbled sentence left his mouth, something incoherent he was saying to himself.

"Speak up, Riley. I need to hear you." You looked away from his face for a moment to where your hand was pumping him, speeding up the action slightly.

"Fuck, so close. I'm gonna- gonna-"

"Already?" You raised your brows at him. You weren’t disappointed, just surprised and rather flattered.

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry." He apologised profusely, face scrunched and hands clawing at the bedsheets on either side of him. "So, so sorry. Fuck-"

"It's okay. Come for me." And all it took was a swipe of your thumb over his tip.

He groaned lowly as hot ropes of cum spurted from him, coating your hand and his stomach. More laboured breathing from him had you placing your clean hand on his chest to calm him down.

***

"Breathe, Simon. Inhale... Exhale... Good." You leant forward and kissed his cheek before looking down at the mess beneath you. "Umm..."

"Shit, uh..." He reached for the tissues next to your bed and frantically wiped away what he could. "You might need to wash your hands."

"Probably." You smiled at him.

"I'm sorry that I... so fast." He panted, face scrunched in... embarrassment?

"Don't apologise. If I'm sitting here calling you pretty and encouraging it, then I want you to come." You revelled in the way his cheeks flushed and his eyes widened a fraction.

"But we didn't- you didn't-"

You shook your head, crawling off of him to go to the bathroom. "You already made me come."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts." You tutted and called over your shoulder one last time before disappearing out of the room. "I'll be back in a minute."

You could feel his stare on the back of you as you left, smiling at the idea of him watching you. When you returned a couple of minutes later with a damp cloth in your hand to clean him up, you found him staring at the wall opposite and twiddling his thumbs together. He looked anxious.

"What's wrong?" You asked softly as you sat down next to him and wiped his stomach.

"Nothing." He answered too quickly for your liking.

"C'mon, Simon. I know you now. Don't lie to me. Please. You can tell me." You glanced back up at him as you finished, turning slightly to throw the cloth into your laundry hamper in the corner of your room. You managed to get it in, you did have impeccable aim.

He didn't answer as he watched you crawl over him to the unoccupied side of the bed and get under the duvet.

"At least take off your jeans and get in here with me." You sighed, propping yourself up on your elbow. And when he still did nothing, you had a sudden realisation. "Unless you want to leave. Because you were leaving before you came back..."

The idea broke your heart. Maybe he wanted this to be a one time thing to let off some steam, to alleviate the tension that had been growing between you. What if this wasn't what you hoped it would be?

He snapped out of his daze at that, standing and pushing off the rest of his clothes before diving in next to you and sidling up close. "No, no. Don't say that. I don't want to leave."

"Okay, good." You smiled at him, getting slightly closer. "Tell me what's wrong."

He chewed absentmindedly on his inner cheek. "Overthinking."

It was a simple answer that didn't explain much. But you understood him.

"Okay." Your hand lifted to his face, thumb swiping over cheek softly as you kissed him gently. "You can tell me whatever you need to whenever you need to."

He nodded, kissing you again.

Your fingers moved to the back of his head, carding through the blond strands. His eyes fluttered shut, a relieved breath leaving his mouth.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I overthink. Especially with this."

"Don't apologise, Simon." You chuckled, wanting to lighten the mood. "Thought you told me you were more dominant in bed."

"Nuh-uh. I told you it depends." He smiled back, one of his proper smiles that was reserved only for you to see as his eyes snapped back open.

"Lucky me then."

There was a short moment of silence before you approached the topic that was eating away at you.

"Why now?" You asked, shifting so your noses grazed against one another.

"Because I've wanted to for a while." He kissed you quickly, hand tracing over your hip. "And because I'm selfish."

Curious. "Selfish?"

"Too selfish to think about the consequences because I want you too much."

Huh. "Meaning?"

He paused, thinking about his words carefully. "I'm prioritising my wants, pleasures, needs over logical arguments."

"You make no sense, Riley. But I'll take it if it means this." You sighed into his mouth as you kissed him again. "I wish you'd done it sooner. We've been spending time together for months."

"I wouldn't let myself. It's not allowed. Technically." He added the last bit on hastily. "And I wasn't going to allow it to happen."

"You were going to ignore your feelings?" You couldn't judge him exactly. You'd been doing the same.

"Have been for months. Unsuccessfully." He grunted, winding his hand around your waist and tugging you closer so you were chest to chest. "But you wouldn't leave me alone."

"Hey! I offered you an out." You protested weakly, smiling widely at him still.

"Didn't mean literally." He huffed. "Just constantly on my fucking mind."

Your eyes brightened at that and Simon felt himself fall just that little bit farther. You, on the other hand, were trying to control yourself. There were three options: jump him again, confess your undying love or just stay quiet in the hopes he'd say a little more.

Option three was the safest.

He kissed you again, lingering for a moment this time. "Couldn't get you off my bloody mind. Always ticking around in there."

"I'm flattered, Riley." You whispered. "Does that mean I'm the last thing you masturbated to which is why you refused to answer during Truth or Drink?"

"Classified." He paused. "But yes."

You giggled and pressed your lips against his, moaning quietly when he rolled the two of you over so you were underneath him.

He pulled away for a moment, mumbling into your mouth. "Definitely worth any consequences."

You were wildly inquisitive about the whole thing, unable to stop yourself from inquiring. "What are the potential consequences?"

"Dishonourably discharged."

"Wait, really?" You pushed slightly on his chest, suddenly panicked at the idea.

"Nah." Dickhead. "Could be reassigned."

You whined quietly. "That's shit."

"Mhm, don't think Price would let it happen though." He lowered himself down again and planted an open mouthed kiss on your jaw, grazing his teeth against your skin. "I wouldn't let him let it happen."

You sighed contently, arms snaking around his back. "Hmm, and why's that?"

"I'm rather fond of you."

"Rather fond of me... what are you? Eighty?" You cackled, chest rumbling against his.

He rolled his eyes at you. "Ever the charmer, Sarge."

"I'm sorry." You mock pouted. "Did I hurt your feelings?"

"Shut up." He silenced you with his own mouth, tongue curling against yours, and revelled in the sigh you let out against him.

But you weren't done with your interrogation, forever wanting to know more. "Why did you tell me happy new year before you kissed me?"

"Because I wanted to kiss you at midnight." He said it like it was obvious. It wasn't.

"Why didn't you?" Your nose scrunched so Simon smoothed it out with his thumb.

"Didn't think it'd be a good idea." The warm brown of his eyes flickered as his gaze roamed your face, finally taking in how lucky he was being able to look at you so close up.

"But you changed your mind." You offered, assuming that was right.

It was. "I did."

"Why?"

He chuckled. "So many questions."

You cowered slightly. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Sarge." He bumped his nose against yours. "You looked sad when I didn't."

Oh, bollocks. "You noticed that?"

He nodded, looking as if he pitied you. "You're not very good at hiding your emotions. Your face speaks volumes."

Double bollocks. "Then you must've known how I felt for ages."

"Suspected. Thought it was wishful thinking."

There were a whole array of words to express how stupid he was. You refrained from using all of them and stayed silent.

Unlucky for you, Simon could read it on your face. "I can tell you're itching to insult me."

"But I'm not going to." You shook your head, readjusting on the pillow beneath you. "All I'll say is... you're so pretty, Simon."

"Oh, bugger off." He moved to push away from you completely.

But you had other plans as you tightened your hold around his back. "Never!"

***

He landed on top of you with a groan and a mumbled apology. It was fine. You were trained to drag about three fully grown men out of a burning if you had to. He felt like nothing on top of you despite being six foot four and muscly as hell. It was rather nice actually, feeling all of him pressed up against you. And yes, that meant all of him.

Skin heating up at that, you hoped he didn't notice how you were suddenly burning as he lifted himself back onto his elbows and looked down at you. Nothing was said on the matter, which you were glad about. What you were even more glad about was him mumbling something about wanting more orgasms out of you and then proceeding to lower himself down your body, trailing tender kisses across your skin as he went.

When he got far enough down, Simon situated himself between your legs. It seemed to be his favourite place in recent times. Secretly, he'd admit it was. You didn't protest when he placed a large hand on either thigh and opened you up for him again, just let him do what he wanted. And he seemed very happy to spend his time pleasuring you and making sure you felt good even though he appeared to care very little about himself.

So, that's how you spent god knows how long. You writhing underneath his firm grip and him spending a countless amount of time between your legs as he drew out orgasm after orgasm. Even when you became sensitive and the overstimulation was getting to be too much, he just cooed and encouraged you further.

"Come on, Sarge. I know you can do one more for me. Just one more." He comforted you, fingers of one hand stroking the soft flesh of your inner thigh and the fingers of the other hand inside you. "Good girl. Come on."

Maybe he wasn't the only one with a thing for praise.

And after what seemed like hours of pure delight for you, he was finally satisfied with what he'd done and tentatively returned to his space next to you in bed.

He fell asleep quickly after that, you wrapped in his arms, with a relaxed expression on his face. And when you finally joined him in his state of unconsciousness after watching him breathe deeply for a while, you dreamt only of him. His face, his touch, his eyes roaming your mind. It was peaceful. And you were happy.

When you awoke to Simon placing lazy kisses along your shoulder you thought maybe you'd died and gone to heaven. The only reminder that this was still reality was the soreness between your legs and the dull ache you still had for him, craving him.

He was behind you, spooning you, and you could feel he was already hard against your back. "Good morning, Sarge."

Morning voice. Husky. Deep. Delectable. You could drown in it.

"Good morning." You returned, pressing back against him and loving the hiss he let out.

And before you knew it, your head was angled awkwardly to look over your shoulder so you could kiss him and he was sliding into you. Finally. You gasped into his mouth when he did, immediately urging him to move. His hands gripped your hips tightly, using you to help the friction.

You rocked against each other, the position not being one of your favourites as you couldn't see his face or reactions properly, but he made up for it with the sounds he was letting out right next to your ear. And it was intimate, you were still practically cuddling.

"Fuck, Sarge." He groaned into your shoulder, biting down slightly to muffle himself.

That only set you off further, grinding yourself back harder against him. You could do this forever, never wanted him to stop. No, you needed him to never stop. This was perfect. The two of you alone forever in your bed, not a care in the world. Just rounds and rounds of sex and the occasional conversation here and there.

You were caught off guard by his hand snaking around to your front and his fingers suddenly circling your clit.

You gasped and bucked against his hand. "Simo-" His name was cut off by another choked sound leaving your mouth. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

It didn't need to be said, the promise of not stopping was silent. But he gave you verbal confirmation anyway. "Never, Sarge. Come on. Come for me. That's it, good girl.”

The climax was approaching rapidly and he knew that from the way you were beginning to spasm around him, his own also crawling up on him. But you were priority.

So he held off until you were spent, head thrown back against him and eyes screwed shut as you let out breathless pants in a mixture of soft sounds.

He didn't stop, just quickened his pace as he hips began to falter. "Where, Sarge?"

You knew what he meant. "In me. Please, in me."

So he did. His warmth filled you up as he came inside you, immediately relaxing behind you with more kisses scattered along the skin of your shoulder.

After he pulled out of you, it took a few moments before you managed to catch your breath again. God, you'd never get enough of this.

***

There was suddenly heavy breathing behind you. Simon had fallen asleep again. Typical man.

With the remnants of him dripping out of you, you rushed off to the toilet to clean up and get partially ready for the day - you brushed your teeth and put on some clean clothes. When you were done, you returned to your bedroom to find him still fast asleep. You could leave him for a while longer. He always looked tired.

You trotted to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea, getting out a second mug and teabag for Simon when he finally woke up for good.

With your cup of tea in one hand and your phone in the other as you checked all your messages from friends wishing you a happy new year, you leant against the counter and failed to notice a certain someone waking up in your room some time later.

Simon awoke to a cold bed, his arm stretching out to find you only for you not to be there. He felt disappointed for a moment before remembering the events of earlier in the morning. Shit, had he really fallen back to sleep instantly?

A sense of embarrassment flooding through him, he sat up quickly and looked around. His clothes were tossed to various places around the room, as were yours. You really hadn't bothered to clean up. He liked that for some reason.

He had nothing else with him so just pulled his t-shirt and boxer briefs back on from the day before, hoping they weren't too crinkled. But he doubted you'd care if they were.

Then, before leaving your bedroom, he thought of you. And what had finally happened between the two of you. Even though he probably should've, he didn't regret it one bit.

Simon Riley had been torturing himself for weeks over you. The feelings had started growing as soon as you smiled at him in the goddamn cheese aisle, before you even knew who he was. And whilst they hadn't solidified until a little more down the line, he knew he wouldn't be able to let you go after that. And when you actually seemed to like him - him, not Ghost, not Lieutenant Riley, just Simon - he knew he was inevitably screwed.

It didn't help that you looked at him so adoringly, never a glimpse of hostility in your sparkling eyes, with an ever permanent smile on your lips. It's like you were daring him to try not being head over heels for you. And he'd hate himself for breaking every rule ever laid out to him by Price and other higher ups if you didn't make him feel so good, so warm inside.

And that's exactly what he felt as he walked in on you in your kitchen, humming to yourself as you rifled through your fridge for something to eat. The usual tingling sensation you set off in him was in full power as you turned to him, smiling spreading at the sight of him and eyes twinkling. It didn't help that you looked flushed and glowing with your slightly messed up hair and shaky legs. Freshly fucked, he'd describe it as. And he was the cause.

He approached you without a moment of hesitation, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. "Good morning, Sarge."

You smiled against his mouth. "Second good morning, actually. We already did this once."

"Mhm, and what an amazing first good morning it was." He hummed against you, kissing you again. And again. And again.

Reluctantly you broke away, not fully out of his grasp though. "Do you want tea?"

"I'd love tea." He replied, still not letting you go.

"Simon, I need my body to make you tea." You chortled.

"And I need your body for other things." He whispered into your ear.

"Cheeky." You scoffed and pushed him away. "I will make you tea. Go sit down."

He agreed only after planting another lingering kiss on you and left for the living room. This was surreal to him. He was with someone he liked. Who liked him back. And you were... happy together. There was no underlying venom or bitterness fuelling the feelings, specifically the lust, between you. This kind of thing didn't happen for Simon Riley. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he'd wake up in some cold safe house a million miles away from here only to find out this was some sick fantasy his mind conjured to play cruel tricks on him. But you were so warm and so good, so everything Simon didn't deserve. Which is why he'd selfishly keep you for as long as he could.

And when you emerged out of the kitchen, precariously balancing two cups of tea, with a look towards him full of adoration, he knew he was so screwed that it was almost funny. Simon decided then that if you thought about him half as often as he thought about you, with just a pinch of the infatuation he felt for you, that he was a very lucky man.

"I haven't got much for breakfast, I'm afraid. Probably got a box of Cheerios or something in a cupboard. Or we could go out to eat. If you'd like." You suggested, stood in front of him with your hands twisting together in embarrassment. You weren't used to hosting company in the mornings and having him here was so strange after him leaving before daybreak all the previous times he'd slept on your sofa. This was different though. This time he'd slept in your bed.

Simon stared up at you, intensity gone from his gaze to leave only affection. "I don't care." He really didn't.

He didn't need some fancy breakfast cooked up for him. He didn't need the probably stale cereal you offered. He didn't need anything aside from one thing.

All he needed, for now, was you.

A/N: I’ll let them be happy… for now. Please don’t comment on the smut if it’s bad. And full disclosure: Sarge and Soap were listening to Baby Got Back.

Thanks to @ramadiiiisme for consulting with me on the smut 🙏🥰

[nickkcha]

Hello, Sorry to bother you but I wanted to ask if you do request? I really like your style

I could do two or three maybe if I like the request hahah, so bring it and maybe I'll draw a sketch👍

Also I have open commissions if you want a more elaborate drawing :P

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hi! can you make something uuhhh... kinda spicy..? the side characters reaction to getting catch making out/ kissing mc hard?😳

Hi there, anon!

This is by far the spiciest thing I've ever posted here (ETA: lol), but I would still say it's only slightly spicy. They ended up a little longer than I meant for them to, but you know when inspiration strikes, I tend to go with the flow and not question it. Anyway, I hope the spice level is okay and that they're not too cheesy, but either way I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you for the request!

side characters make out with GN!MC and react to getting caught

Warnings: making out, kissing, touching, etc, but everyone stays clothed lol

Diavolo

You had received a message from Diavolo earlier that evening asking you to come see him at the Demon Lord's Castle. Although he hadn't said what it was he wanted to talk to you about, you were pretty sure it was regarding an upcoming event that you were helping him plan. So you made your way over to the castle quickly.

He had been at his desk in his office, working away, when you arrived. He looked up at you as you entered the room, putting down his pen and actually standing up to greet you.

"Thank you for coming, MC!" he said, taking your hand and leading you to a seat in front of his desk.

You sat down as he passed several papers to you. A glance revealed that you were correct - they were about the event at RAD that you were planning. You had some ideas about it already and the two of you launched into a discussion about logistics and such things.

When your talk finally came to an end, you nodded firmly. "Okay," you said. "I'll have all this ready in the next couple of days."

"That would be wonderful, but don't overwork yourself, MC," Diavolo said.

"Don't worry, I can handle it," you said. You stood up from your seat and smiled at him. "Good night, Diavolo. I'll see you at RAD tomorrow."

You turned and walked toward the door. You were about to open it when you found that somehow Diavolo was already standing in your way. How did he get there so fast? But you didn't have time to wonder too much about that.

He frowned, but it was more like a pout and you could see the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Must you leave so soon?"

You folded your arms and looked at him. "We both have a lot of work to do."

Diavolo couldn't keep the smile off his face. He moved closer to you, settling his hands on your waist. "I know, MC," he said. "But can't we take advantage of these few moments alone? I promise I'll be able to work twice as hard later."

You scoffed at this, but you also felt a smile creeping onto your face. You couldn't exactly refuse those sparkling gold eyes. "I guess I have a few minutes…"

Diavolo pulled you closer, kissing you as your hands rested on his chest. The heat from his soft lips spread throughout your entire body as you felt an electric thrill run through your stomach.

Diavolo began to move forward, causing you to move backward until you ran into his desk. You felt him lift you to sit on his desk and you let out a small sound of surprise, nearly breaking the kiss. Your concern quickly fled as he moved in further, one hand leaning against the desk beside you and one cupping your cheek.

You could feel the flush warming your face and neck as his hand moved from your cheek into your hair. Your own hands gripped the front of his uniform before sliding up to clasp behind his neck.

The hand in your hair slid down your spine slowly before stopping on your lower back. You couldn't help but arch into the touch. This broke the kiss, but Diavolo's lips were now on your neck. You bit your lip as he trailed kisses down your throat.

The door to the office opened with a slight creak.

You froze. Diavolo pulled away, hovering over you, but clearly not willing to completely let you go.

You looked over his shoulder at Lucifer, who stood in the doorway holding a stack of papers in one hand, his other hand still on the doorknob.

Lucifer cleared his throat. "Forgive me for interrupting," he said, his voice full of sarcasm. "I'll just leave these here." He put the papers on a nearby table before exiting immediately, shutting the door sharply with a snap.

You looked back at Diavolo, who was staring at you in surprise. Then he laughed, standing up straight and running a hand through his hair as he did so.

"I'm so sorry, MC," Diavolo said, a light blush across his cheeks. "I'm afraid I got carried away and forgot that Lucifer was coming by. Can you forgive me?"

You sighed. The pool of warmth that had settled in your stomach still lingered, fueled by Diavolo's cheerful response to having been caught like this. "I'll forgive you on one condition."

"Anything for you," he said.

You slipped off the desk, fixing your clothes and hair as you did so. Then you straightened his tie, which had gotten skewed. "Next time, invite me over when you aren't working so we can have the whole evening to ourselves."

"I promise," he said, smiling brightly.

Barbatos

It was a rainy day in the Devildom and for some reason you found yourself craving one of Barbatos's signature cakes. When you asked him about it, he offered to come over to the House of Lamentation to make one for you. That was how you found yourself in the kitchen, watching as he expertly mixed various ingredients to create cake, frosting, and filling. You helped where you could, but really it was best to just watch the master at work.

He had removed his gloves and RAD uniform jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his green shirt. It was really quite enjoyable to watch him as he made the batter or piped the frosting. Barbatos was always smiling and content while he was baking. He was in his element and you couldn't help but stare at him as he moved about the kitchen.

When the cake was finally ready, you waited in anticipation as Barbatos cut you a slice. He placed it on a little plate before using a fork to scoop up a bite. You watched curiously, thinking he was going to sample it himself before allowing you to eat some. Instead, he held the fork out to you.

You blushed instantly, but you held his gaze while you leaned forward and ate the cake off the fork. He waited, watching you.

"It's delicious, of course," you said. "You don't… you're not going to feed it all to me, are you?"

Barbatos smiled, placing the plate on the counter. "Did you think I hadn't noticed the way you were staring, MC? It was quite distracting."

"I couldn't help it," you said. "If you could see yourself, you wouldn't blame me."

Barbatos moved closer to you. He leaned in, not quite touching you. "I came here this afternoon to satisfy your craving," he said quietly in your ear. "But your keen attention has caused a different craving in me, I'm afraid. Won't you indulge me?"

You knew he was waiting for some kind of confirmation from you. He was so close, you couldn't quite focus because your heart was pounding too hard. You opened your mouth, as though you were going to say something, but found that no words came out. So instead you closed the remaining space between you, put your hands on his cheeks, and kissed him.

You felt Barbatos's arms wrap around you, pressing you to him. You kept one hand on his face, but let the other one fall to grip his arm, your fingers coming in contact with his rarely exposed skin. You gently nipped his bottom lip and he opened his mouth for you. Your whole body was warm, a giddy feeling bubbled up in your stomach, and the taste of him was so much sweeter than any dessert.

You felt his hands moving slowly but deliberately up and down your back. The sensation of heat was almost overwhelming you.

You tried to stop yourself, but it was no use. "Barbatos," you moaned his name into his lips and you felt his grip on you tighten.

Your knees were weak and just as you thought you might not be able to stay standing, there was a clatter at the other end of the kitchen.

"Ohhh MC! Barbatos! Why didn't you invite me to this make out party?"

You felt yourself blush intensely as you pulled away and saw Asmodeus walk into the room.

Barbatos smiled at you before letting you go and turning around. "Asmodeus," he said, perfectly composed. "Would you like some cake?"

Asmo pouted. "Are you really going to try to pretend that you guys weren't just making out?"

"Asmodeus," Barbatos said again. He was smiling, but an aura of black and purple had sprung up around him. "Would you like some cake?"

Asmo shuddered. "That cake looks divine, of course I'd love a piece!"

Barbatos began to cut another piece of the cake for Asmo while you picked up your own plate and took another bite. It was as amazing as it always was. Word spread quickly around the House of Lamentation that there was cake to be had. There were no leftovers, especially after Beel showed up. Barbatos was more than happy to make another cake so everyone was satisfied.

Later on, you stood by the front door as Barbatos prepared to return to the castle. He was back in his full uniform, white gloves and all. He paused in the front doorway, taking both of your hands in his.

"Should you wish to enjoy that cake again, I must insist that you come to the Demon Lord's Castle," he said with his usual smile. "Allow me to treat you to a full tea party as well."

You leaned in a little closer and kissed his cheek. "I would love to," you said. "Especially if it's a tea party just for two."

Simeon

You lingered outside the door of the home economics classroom, waiting for Simeon to come out. Many delicious aromas wafted out as the other students filed past you, chatting about the various things they had made during class.

You had just come from seductive speechcraft, where you had received a message from Simeon on your D.D.D. After working out a couple of the typos, you realized he was asking you to meet him here at the home economics classroom so you could have lunch together. He had made something tasty and wanted to share it with you.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Simeon emerged from the classroom with a small box in his hands. He smiled when he saw you.

"I'm sorry if you were waiting long, MC," he said.

"It wasn't that long," you said. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes," Simeon said, still smiling. "I was thinking we could eat outside. It's a nice afternoon."

"Sure," you said.

You and Simeon made your way through the halls, down the front steps, and through the grounds to a mostly secluded spot surrounded by trees. You both sat down at the base of one of the trees. Simeon carefully opened the box he'd been carrying to reveal a couple of his famous BLT devil sandwiches.

"I made a lot of these today," he said. "I gave most of them to Beelzebub during class, but I saved these for us to have for lunch."

You pulled two devil crush super spicy mango juices from your bag. "I brought drinks," you said.

"That's perfect," Simeon said. "Thank you, MC."

It didn't take the two of you long to eat your lunch, laughing and talking the whole time. When you were finished, there was still time left before you needed to go back to class.

You sighed and leaned back against the tree. "This is so nice," you said. "I wish I could just stay here with you forever instead of going back to class."

Simeon laughed and leaned toward you, taking one of your hands. "Forever? Are you sure you would want to stay with me that long, MC?"

The bright smile on his face and the way his blue eyes were shining caused you to lean closer and say, "Yes. Forever."

Simeon blushed and raised your hand to his lips, kissing it softly while looking up at you.

Your heart began to race. You turned your hand in his and cupped his cheek.

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before you simultaneously moved closer together, your lips meeting. Simeon shifted so he was on his knees before you, one hand on your thigh and the other still covering yours which remained on his cheek. You could feel his skin flushing beneath your touch.

You opened your mouth without thinking about it clearly, eager for more of him. He responded instantly, if tentatively. You ran a hand through his hair, letting the soft, smooth strands fall through your fingers.

You pulled away briefly for some air and found yourself looking at the soft brown skin of his throat, peeking above the high collar of his shirt. You kissed it and you couldn't resist continuing down to his exposed collarbone and one of his shoulders.

"M-MC-" Simeon's grip on your thigh tightened as he said your name.

There was a rustling in the tree above you and a loud thud nearby.

Simeon sat back and stood up in one fluid motion, clearly surprised. You looked up to see Belphie rubbing at his eyes. He seemed exasperated.

"Can't a demon take a nap in a tree without being disturbed around here?" he asked, giving you both a sleepy look. "You guys better stop making out and get back to class or you'll get detention for skipping."

Simeon sighed and held out a hand to help you up. You accepted the offered hand, letting him pull you to your feet. You saw that he was blushing only slightly less than you were.

You were ready to get on Belphie's case for sleeping in trees, but he was already on his way back to RAD. You turned to Simeon bashfully. "Thanks for lunch," you said.

Simeon laughed and shook his head. "You're welcome, MC. We should do this again. We'll just have to make sure the tree we choose to sit by doesn't have Belphegor napping in its branches."

You couldn't help but laugh, too. It was embarrassing to get caught, but Simeon still looked like he was happy just to be with you. He held your hand all the way back to RAD.

Solomon

You had been in the library at RAD with Solomon for the last couple of hours, reading through a stack of books. He was researching some minute details of a certain kind of spell involving a magic circle, but it was an old spell and there was limited information about it. So you had to look through many old books to see if you could find even a small mention of it.

You closed the book you were currently looking through as you reached the end and realized that you had no more books in your to-read stack.

The library was quiet at this hour of the day. Across the table from you, Solomon was engrossed in whatever book was in front of him. The look on his face was one of serious concentration.

You didn't want to disturb him, but he seemed to sense that you were watching him. He looked up at you, smiled and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head for a moment.

"Are you done already?" he asked.

"I've gone through all of these," you said.

Solomon nodded. "Come on, there are plenty of other books to look through. I'll help you get more from the shelves."

You got up from the table and followed Solomon. You frowned when he passed by the books you thought he was going to stop at.

You jogged a little to catch up to him. "Um, weren't the books back there?"

"There are more over here," he said. "I think we might be more successful with these."

He stopped in front of the back wall of books and indicated the top half of the shelves. "You can use this step stool to reach them," he said, pulling a little step stool from nearby. "If you want to hand them down to me, we can take back a stack of them."

You stepped up onto the first step and knew immediately that the stool wasn't balanced right. It tipped slightly and you stumbled, throwing out your hands in an attempt to catch yourself.

Fortunately for you, Solomon was there to catch you. However, you then found yourself with your back pressed against the shelf and his arms wrapped around you. You knew he saw the blush that you could feel suddenly spring to your cheeks.

Solomon seemed reluctant to let you go. "Are you all right, MC? I'm sorry I almost caused you to get hurt."

"I'm fine," you said. "It scared me a little, though."

Solomon reached up and brushed back some of your hair, which had fallen forward into your face when you fell. "Let me make it up to you," he said, leaning in closer and pausing, lips inches away from yours.

You took the invitation and kissed him, letting your arms wrap around him, your fingers clinging to the back of his RAD uniform. He responded by pressing into you, keeping a hand behind your back to prevent you from being pushed uncomfortably into the bookshelf. His kiss was hot and heavy, his touch needy.

You felt dizzy, ready to get lost in him and forget about the old books for a while. A twinge of butterflies fluttered through your insides as you felt yourself flushing in response. The heat around you increased, Solomon's body pressed up against yours, one of his hands tracing lightly down your arm.

You gasped as Solomon broke away long enough to move to your neck. You tangled a hand in his hair as he made his way down to your collarbone, biting gently at your skin.

And then someone cleared their throat loudly.

Solomon reluctantly pulled himself away from you, turning to look at whoever had interrupted while straightening his uniform.

Satan stood there, arms folded, looking like he was about to go into demon form on the both of you. "Solomon. MC. What are you doing? This is a library. And I need one of the books you're so blatantly making out on."

You blushed, covering your face with your hands. "Sorry," you mumbled into your palms.

Solomon laughed and took your hands away from your face. "Sorry about that, Satan," he said. "We were just leaving."

Solomon led you back to the table where the books from earlier remained stacked.

"I thought there were more…?" you said.

Solomon shook his head, still smiling. "I think we're done for the day, don't you? We can pick up again another time. Let me walk you home."

You nodded, then stopped when something dawned on you. "Solomon, couldn't you have just used magic to get those books down from the top shelves?"

Solomon laughed again. "I suppose I could have."

You laughed, too. Like he really needed to make up an excuse like that to kiss you. You let him walk you home and made sure he knew as much before you parted ways.

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[sclitvde]

folks! doing some longer replies today but while i do those 👀 down to reply to some of your guys' opens. so consider this a REVERSE STARTER CALL.

[wintersera]

I HAVE THOUGHTS (or could also be a request if you want) AFTER READING YOUR G!P AESPA PIECE!!! winte rbeing described as a, and i quote you, “massive nerd, vigin, loser and i love that for her” is how i imagine g!p sakura looks she’s a little hot loser that should be provided with the best head while she games 🫡 i volunteer tehee

g!p sakura under desk support

cw: g!p kkura, exhibitionism and voyeurism?, oral (kkura receiving)

OH MY GOD ANON?!!???! I’VE ALREADY MADE A DRAFT ABOUT HOT LOSER KKURA GETTING HEAD UNDER THE TABLE great minds think alike 🤩

anyways have this drabble

“baby? i’m in a game with chaewon and yun- wait, huh? hold on a minute” without a word you make your way underneath sakura’s desk making yourself comfy whilst slipping her shorts off.

feeling aroused you whisper, hastily throwing her boxers aside. “yeah i know you’re in an intense fortnite game but let me take care of you baby” pressing your face against her rock hard cock flashing her a mischievous grin. spitting in your hand you stroke her length slowly, occasionally licking her tip.

“w-wait.. fuck, y/n i’m on vc with jen and- ah shit, chaewon” hands tangling into your hair, lightly tugging it assuming she’s motioning for you to stop. if anything the way she bucks her hips closer to you and the way she doesn’t actually pull you away from her tells you otherwise. she holds back a groan, frantically tapping the keys on her keyboard trying to mute herself, hitting the wrong keys unbeknownst to her. thinking that she’s muted she holds your head looking down at you, not using her words you already know what she wants. forcing her legs open with a gentle grip you take her whole cock in your mouth. keeping her grip on your hair and the desk making sure she doesn’t fall over her chair from sheer pleasure. “y/n mmm- i can’t pla… i cant play like this, f-feel too good” you look up at your girlfriend, so cute. the way she’s trying to focus on playing while you’re sucking on her cock drives you crazy. looking back up at her you notice her fully flushed face, glasses tilted and mouth open, grounding herself. pushing yourself taking her deeper into your throat she yelps, glasses falling off her face and on to her desk. she’s such a cute loser you think to yourself

“ah- hold on.. y/n wait i’m gonna cum-” gripping the table for support, she curls up in her seat curses and groans being ripped out from her as she ejaculates in your mouth. unknown to you, shocked, and maybe a little turned on, yunjin and chaewon were listening to your fun little happenings. chaewon clearing her throat “…are you guys done? we need to get out of the storm before we um… die…” earning a laugh from jennifer. looking at you from above the table she whines in embarrassment “uuhhh.. y/nnn” a cute frown adorning her face