No Really, Don't

no really, don't

Okay I've read so many fics of Simon "Ghost" Riley with you as his smaller s/o (which i eat up everytime) and how he purposefully places stuff on the top shelf so you always have to ask him for help everytime you need something and how much he loves it.

So imagine how confused he'd be when you don't ask him for help for a long period of time even though he continues to always place items he knows you would need on high shelves.

Little does he know that you had quietly bought a stool so you could finally reach for the things you need without his help since you feel bad for always needing his help for the simplest thing (you don't realize he does it on purpose and just thinks he always places the items on the top shelf since he is a big guy).

Simon only discovers the reason of your lessened pleas for help when he sees you in action. Using the stool you bought to reach for something in the top shelf.

And oh boy was he pissed. Not at you though! He actually found it cute, still having to get on your tippy toes even with the stool. But words could not describe the hatred he felt for the bloody stool that kept him from being your knight in shining armor (he's overreacting, very petty about it).

And waddya know? The stool was in pieces the very next day. A raccoon must've got in and made the stool it's victim, Simon claims. And you highly doubt it since Simon always has the doors locked shut along with the windows without fail. But also decided to not think too much of it and just get another stool next time you have the opportunity, which will soon also end up in pieces whether you like it or not.

[The Murder Clown Gang hold up an ice cream parlor to celebrate the addition of a new member to their group - Jester Demon Reader. Reader sits between Blue and Pink, curiously sniffing the bowl of ice cream in front of them]

Blue: [picking up their spoon for them] H-Here you go... It's vanilla, but you can have any flavor you'd like. Try some.

[Jester Demon opens their mouth, a ropey black tongue reaching far beyond the lengths of a normal human one unfurling past their lips and licking the ice cream off the spoon. Eyes wide, the demon purrs softly. They turn to Pink, licking ice cream off their cheek leaving a trail of thick saliva]

Pink: My! Well aren't you a sweetie, haha-

Purple: Darn. Spilled ice cream all over my pants. Mind squeezing under the table and helping me clean it up?~

Orange: Not in front of my pistachio, Dickhead.

Green: Hehe.... Got some extra toppings to share thanks to that nice man behind the counter over there.

[Green places a "topping" that looks oddly similar to a human eyeball atop Jester's scoop of ice cream. Red takes it before Jester can eat it - much to the demon's disappointment.]

Make Me Yours

Male Yandere x Reader

"I just... really wanna put a collar on a cute guy."

Part 2: "Your One and Only"

You didn't even mean to say it out loud, but your best friend since middle school had always been super open with this sort of stuff. You've always been the first one she texts when a date goes really well, or really terribly. And a lot of your coffee meetups, like this one, devolve into her oversharing all the juicy details of her relationships.

"Oh wow." She nudged you with a grin. "Didn't know you had it in you!"

Unable to meet her eyes, you try to defend your stray thought. You remind her of some of the jerks you've dated, how their assertive and self-assured personalities had all quickly turned into a bit too aggressive and controlling. In certain situations, in controlled doses... that could lead to a nice time. But it's all fun and games until you try to explain away some of their worse moments to your coworkers and swiftly realize you're in "that kind" of relationship. You wonder if you give off some kind of energy that attracts creeps...

The thought of finding a guy who would not only let you take the reins but maybe even prefer you taking charge? It gave you a little thrill you're almost embarrassed to admit.

"Well, it's nothing to get all twisted up over." she shrugs, taking a sip of her iced latte. "You'll find the right guy that's into that kind of thing."

You smiled, she really was trying to encourage you with this, and it was oddly sweet of her.

"Oh, look!" she scooted closer to you, showing you her phone screen. "There's tons of collars you can get. You thinkin' like leather, classic S&M style? Or somethin' more cutesy?"

Maybe a little too encouraging, sometimes.

~ Somewhere very close by...~

His hands were shaking. Your words were playing on repeat in his head, drowning everything else out.

As if you weren't already perfect. He'd been so jealous of you meeting up with your friend, but if it made this conversation happen so he couldn't be too upset about it. He'd been trying to think of some way to make you his for so long... But being yours? Wearing something like that? Something that said he belonged only to you?

He was already yours. But a little proof never hurt.

. . .

It was late, and you decided to cut through the park to get home quicker. It was a pretty safe area, but you didn't want to be here any longer than you had to be. A few lights lit up the main path and you didn't see anyone else around.

But that didn't mean you were alone.

"Hey..."

You spin around to see... some guy. You'd never met him before, but he was... making A LOT of eye contact.

He was cute though. Soft, fluffy hair and piercings in his ears, his bright eyes poking out from beneath his bangs. And he had at least six inches on you, but not really an intimidating frame, a bit skinny too. The way he was looking at you was making you nervous, but you weren't sure if it was a "Oh, this is unexpected." kind of nervous or a "You're gonna end up in his basement." kind of nervous.

"You probably don't remember me but, uh...we had a few classes together last year and…"

He seemed really nervous himself, trailing off with some color in his cheeks. You tell him politely that you were sorry, but you didn't remember him.

"That's okay, uh..."

He was breathing kind of funny, his eyes still staring into yours. You asked him what he needed, hoping it would speed this along and you could leave.

He took a breath, and all you could do was stare, wondering if you should distract him and make a break for it.

"I... I've liked you. For a long time. It's like... like everything about you is just so... wonderful! Seeing you every day keeps me going! I was okay just watching but then... Sorry, sorry. I'm c-coming on too strong, I..."

He took a step towards you, moving like he was going to touch you, but you instinctively took a step back. He looked a little hurt.

"No, no please, don't be scared! I just... I thought it was the right time... I've been thinking about this for so long! I just wanted to..."

He dropped to his knees and the look in his eyes was almost...like he worshipped you. Like you were everything to him and nothing else mattered. It was a bit overwhelming...

"I heard you talking to your friend the other day. Not, uh, not in a weird way, I swear! I-it's just... It's all I can think about..."

He stared at you, a glimmer of something in his eyes. You could see a tremble in his hands, like he was debating reaching out for you again. But he was holding himself back.

Seeing him kneeling, looking up at you with a want that burned into you... It was doing something to you.

This was a weird, kinda scary, unbelievable situation. But it felt so...

Good.

You felt bold. Deciding to go for broke, you finally spoke again.

You asked him to tell you what he wanted.

You could see the tremble shoot through his frame, the smallest, quietest gasp when the your words finally registered.

"I want... I want you to look down at me, just like this! I want you to run your fingers through my hair and tell me I'm a good boy. Your good boy! I want to cuddle up to you and hear your heartbeat while you hold me, I... I want you to use me... I want you to yank my collar if I get too excited and tell me to behave."

He laughed softly at the thought, this guy was completely smitten.

"I want to be yours, if that'll make you happy..."

He reached into his back pocket, you heard the gentle clink of the collar before you saw it. It was like some kind of odd proposal, except he was down on both knees.

He held it up to you, his eyes clouded with a want that made your face feel hot.

So painfully slowly, you reached out for him, your fingers flinching back for a split second, rational thought desperately trying to break through. But despite all the reasons you could think this was completely crazy, you still wanted this.

You touched his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to lean into your hand with a contented, dreamy sigh.

The power he was giving you was... new, exciting, maybe a bit intoxicating. And he was offering it all so willingly, you wondered if this was all a dream.

"I wanna be your good boy..." His voice was soft but pleading, almost desperate. "Please..."

His smile was making your brain feel fuzzy, seeing him looking up at you like you were his whole world.

"Make me yours."

“Pathetic little thing, isn’t she?”

You’re on your knees in front of the two aliens, unable to say a word as one stuffs his bright blue cock down your throat. Tears burn at your eyes as he fucks your mouth, and it takes everything in your power not to gag.

It had been a full day—or so you thought—since they abducted you from Earth, a full day before they showed their true intentions.

“Oh, I don’t know,” the other says, gently running a rubbery tentacle across your breasts. He tips your chin ever so slightly so you can gaze up into his insectoid eyes. “You are doing so well, so good for us. Such a good little human.”

He was the nice one, the one that praised you while you pleasured him, at least before the other one took over.

The other one, well, he wraps a clawed hand around your neck, slamming his enormous cock down your throat as your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“She’s a little human slut is what she is. She wanted to be taken, wants us to fuck her, ruin her. Don’t you?”

And you nod, despite it all, despite the fear coursing through your veins, despite the tears rolling down your cheeks. You do want this, want to be used by your alien captors, want to be fucked until your mind is gone and all that’s left is that intricate mix of pleasure and pain.

Both aliens smile down at you, too-large grins that take up too much of their ovoid faces. Apparently, your answer pleases them, because they’re laughing at you, before the nice one scoops you up in powerful arms and takes you to the bed.

Simon 'I'm a bloody fuckin' gentleman' Riley

Simon who refuses to let you walk behind him. You're either in front or right beside him and never on the side closest to the street.

Simon who opens your car door and closes it after you get in.

Simon who puts gas in the car and refuses to let you handle it, especially when it's cold.

Simon who will go outside at night if you need to get something before winding down.

Simon who won't let you carry anything heavy even if you can do so.

Simon who won't let you put together or fix anything around the house.

Simon who's your escort around town if need be.

Simon who's the first to whip out his wallet. Complain all you fuckin' want, luv, he takes care of his.

Simon who makes sure everything is taken care of before leaving for deployment.

Simon who makes sure to check in with you every time he can because he knows you worry about him.

Simon who does all that and more because he's a bloody fuckin' gentleman. Your bloody fuckin' gentleman, and he wants your life to be as stress-free and easy as possible.

Simon who hits you with this look when he finds out you paid the tab instead of using the loo like you said you were going to: