Simon Riley is the type to smoke while eating you out. 🚬
“Attagirl, deep breaths f’me.”
The thick and noticeable smell of tobacco and liquor fills your nostrils, your head thrown back at the addictive sensation between your supple thighs. Simon nips your skin with his sharp canines, his head between your thighs, breathing deep into your pussy before rolling his warm, wet tongue over your slick folds. His boner aches inside of the tight confines of his boxers, leaking pre-cum while he devours your soaking, drooling cunt.
He takes long drags from the cigarette held between his two thick, calloused fingers. Your whines mewls cause his dick to harden and twitch, the sound of your pleasure driving him utterly insane. Your sweet, familiar, and comforting taste lingers on his lips, mixed with the taste of alcohol when he presses his lips against yours, scoffing at your desperation and greediness. Simon can't get enough of your lazy, desperate reaction - how drunk you are off of the pleasure and ecstasy. You lay there on his leather couch, in Simon's apartment, grinding back and forth against his face needily.
”There we go, princess. Rock those beautiful hips- Good girl.” The gravelly and hoarse sound of Simon's voice leaves your thighs trembling and shaking, your orgasm inching closer with each stroke he makes with his tongue. Simon can feel as his boxers become sticky and damp with his white fluids as he continues, too addicted to your taste to stop himself. He rubs his hard bulge against the couch, his nose pressed into your pussy while he dips his tongue into your slit, appreciating your sweet, delicious cum on his tongue.
Fuck, Simon could spend the rest of his life between your thighs, smoking a cigarette, and taking proper care of his beautiful girl.
headcanons for the cod men if they found out you were a virgin... i promise this is not self indulgent 🫣
𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓
includes: ghost, price, soap, alejandro, konig, and gaz.
afab!reader. female pet names used. reader refers to self as a woman.
GHOST *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
♡ ok ok ok, he would have never thought he’d want to be specifically with a virgin. like it never really crossed his mind before now, but he just assumed he’d always like being with someone more experienced. he likes a quick hook up. doesn’t have the time to be all gentle and soft and caring for someone who's never done it before, ya know? not that he's an asshole or anything, but he never thought he'd be the right person to take someone's virginity.
♡ but when you tell him you’re a virgin, something stirs inside him. he doesn’t mind. not one bit. if anything, he actually gets a little giddy, wanting to be the one who shows you how it’s done.
♡ and he ends up being rather sweet about it. he goes slow. he takes his time. he spends a good amount of time prepping you. “jus’ lay back, sweetheart. gotta make sure you’re good n’ ready to take me.”
♡ when it finally comes down to it, he’s easy to edge into you. you grip his shoulders tightly, squeezing your eyes shut. “gotta talk to me, love. gotta know i’m not hurtin’ you.”
you nod and look up at him. “i’m okay. keep going. please.”
he kisses your lips and continues in. after a few painstaking moments, “alright. i’m halfway. jus’ a lil more.”
“only halfway?! jesus fucking—“
ghost laughs, his hand caressing your face and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. when he’s finally fully seated, he groans, fisting the sheets beside your head to keep himself from rutting into full force.
♡ “ah. you okay, pet?”
“y-yes. are you all the way in?”
“mhm”
“okay. just… give me a moment.”
“take your time, love. we got all night.”
you let yourself adjust for several moments. “can you move, now?”
he kisses you, slowly dragging himself halfway out and then pushing back into you, making you both gasp into each other’s mouths.
"you're so fuckin' tight," he groans as he tries to take his time. he doesn't want to hurt you.
♡ and he knows the rumor that women don't usually orgasm their first time, so he wanted to make sure you came at least twice before he shoved his cock in you. he wants you to associate this with a positive experience.
♡ and he tries his hardest to make you feel good too. he begins to rub your clit as he thrusts and you moan loudly. he grins. "you like that, princess?"
you nod your head vigorously. and sure enough, he's able to make you come around his cock and he swears that was some of the best sex of his life. it wasn't the fact that you were a virgin, it was the trust and the intimacy of it that made this so good for him. he never thought he'd care for things like that until now.
PRICE *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
♡ price doesn't really mind either way, but he was definitely surprised when you told him -- he couldn't believe someone as beautiful as you had never slept with anyone. but he's honored that you'd trust him enough to experience that with him.
♡ he kisses you and lays you down on his bed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "jus' let me take care of you, love," he coos.
you bite your lip and nod. he starts by going down on you, making you come on his tongue like he has before. then he's back above you, wanting your first time to be in missionary, making you as relaxed as possible.
♡ he even made it all sweet and lit some candles (":
♡ he constantly is getting consent and checking in on you. "you feelin' okay?" "jus' tell me to stop if you don't like it." "want me to keep goin'?" "tell me what you want, sweetheart." "this feels good, yeah?"
♡ when he's fully inside you, he strokes your hair and kisses you multiple times. "see, wasn't so bad," he teases gently.
♡ with price, it's really not awkward at all. he doesn't let it be. he's so sweet and considerate the whole time. when he's thrusting inside you, he checks to make sure he's not going too hard.
♡ and he knows the sex will only get better, so he tells you not to worry if you don't finish alongside him. and you don't finish with him, but he makes sure to get you off after.
♡ he holds himself inside you after he comes, grunting and panting above you. then he looks down at you. "i wanna feel you come on my cock, love." you look a bit confused and he starts rubbing your clit, keeping himself planted inside you. with the pressure of the situation over, you're much more relaxed and apt to orgasm. so it doesn't take you long to spasm around him, and he fucking loves it. "god, you feel amazing, princess." and he looks at you with such admiration as you catch your breath and come down from your high.
♡ "it will only get better from here," he teases.
♡ after he pulls out and gets up, he scoops you up too, making you squeal. he carries the two of you to the bathroom to shower and clean up. he washes your hair. helps you put your clothes on (making sure it's his stuff you're wearing) and pulls you into bed with him, his arm wrapped around you.
SOAP *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
♡ johnny has no issue with it at all. he really thinks nothing of it. he didn't care if you were a virgin or not, so when you tell him, all it does is lets him know he needs to be a bit slower with you. and you truly appreciate him not making a big deal about it.
♡ it'd probably happen one time when you two are making out on the couch. things get a little heated and his hands are all over you. he gropes your breast through your shirt and you moan in his mouth. he pushes you back on the couch and teases your shirt up. "j-johnny," you say between kisses.
"yes, lass?"
"you remember i'm a virgin, right?"
"mhm," he kisses you again. "did you want me t'stop?"
"n-no," you whine as he rubs a hand over your clothed clit. "i just don't want to disappoint you."
he looks at you in annoyance. "what? why would ya disappoint me?" he sees the shy look in your eyes like you're a bit ashamed. "lass, you could never disappoint me. i just want you. but if you don't wanna do anything, that's okay too." he kisses your nose and caresses the side of your face.
♡ with that out of the way, you tell him you do want to. he promises to go slow. and he does. he asks how you want it. you can ride him if that would make you more comfortable, being able to control the pace and all.
♡ you straddle him on the couch, soap's hands running all across your torso. squeezing and cupping your breast. gliding over your ribcage. going down to your ass and pulling you forward.
♡ you're slow when you lower yourself on him and johnny's head falls to the back of the couch, trying to contain himself. "you feel so good," he whines out.
♡ lots and lots of little praises. he wants to make sure you're comfortable and enjoying yourself. "that's it, love." "fuckin' hell, you’re takin’ me so well." "does it feel good?"
♡ and he'll rub your clit with his thumb, smiling as you collapse into him, your arms around his neck as you continue to bounce on top of him.
♡ you're definitely pleased when you orgasm around him, sending soap over the edge as well.
♡ then he kisses you, runs his hand through your hair, and pulls you into his lap where he'll tell you how good you were, how much he loved that. and he'll make sure you had a nice time too. wanting to make sure you feel good about yourself.
ALEJANDRO *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
♡ gets a little bit of sick satisfaction knowing he’s going to have been the only one to have had you. “gettin’ you all for myself, then, mi amor?”
♡ even though he’s thoroughly enjoyed sex for years and has developed a taste for what he likes and dislikes, he’s charmed to be with someone who is so new at this. it’s a new experience for him in that sense.
♡ he definitely wants you comfortable before he tries anything, BUT, he goes absolutely fucking feral when he gets you to blush and act all shy and awkward. gets off embarrassing you. “you want me to fuck that tight little cunt of yours?” he says. your eyes widen and your cheeks get hot/flush. “a-alejandro” you whimper, a bit startled at his dirty mouth. “hmm? did you think my teasing stopped at the bedroom?” he winks.
♡ “tell me how you want it, mi amor. do you want my cock?” you nod sheepishly. “uh-uh,” he scolds. “gotta use your words.” you turn your face away from him in embarrassment. “yes.” “yes what?” “yes, i want your cock.” your entire body is on fire and alejandro grins madly. he never would have thought innocence would turn him on so much.
♡ but he’s really quite sweet in the moment. even though he does tease you quite a bit, he’s always reading your body and making sure he’s not hurting you and that you’re enjoying yourself. “just tell me if you want me to stop,” he says down at you. “okay?” he asks. you nod, “okay.” “esa es mi buena chica.” that’s my good girl.
♡ even though his is being careful, he can't help but get turned on when your nails are digging into his back and your face is scrunched up. "it's so much," you whimper out. that honestly sends him over the edge. he gets a little sense of pride knowing how intense everything was for you -- and for him.
♡ he makes sure you're not hurt once everything is done and he cleans you up and holds you close to him.
KÖNIG *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
♡ you were a bit nervous to tell him, so you kinda waited until the last minute.
♡ könig had you pinned beneath him, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck, making you giggle. after he’s torn your clothes off and is back to attacking your lips, you break away to mumble at him. “i’ve… never done this before,” you said shyly. he looks at you, his eyes flickering between yours. “is this okay? do you want me to stop?” you shake your head. “no, no. i just wanted you to know.” he smiles and kisses you again.
♡ he’s okay with being your first, but it definitely makes him a bit nervous. he knows he’s going to have to be the one to take control of the situation, figuring you might be a bit shy/awkward and not know how to lead. but he’s okay with that.
♡ he also doesn’t want to hurt you. my guy is 6’7” so i mean… he’s got a big dick, i’m sure of it—he told me himself. he makes you orgasm like 4 times beforehand, absolutely tiring you out, but also making you relaxed and more ready for him.
♡ he’s planted between your legs and you're still panting from your last orgasm, and he lines himself up. “m’gonna go slow,” he tells you. you nod and he slowly enters you. your hands grip his shoulders tightly, already feeling the pressure of him stretching you out. (and even if you weren’t a virgin, it would still be like this tbh. size kink initiated)
♡ it takes a few minutes for him to bottom out. he does little half thrusts with only part of him inside you, trying to ease his way in. “i don’t think you can fit,” you whine out. “you can take it, liebling. jus’ a little—ungh—furtherrrrr—fuck,” he groans as he fills you completely. you’re whimpering under him, but mostly in pleasure.
♡ he catches his breath before asking you if he can move. you nod. he kisses your lips, mumbling against you, “i’ll be gentle.” he begins to rock into you.
♡ and he is. he’s slow and soft with you, mumbling praises. he tries his hardest to get you to give him another orgasm, rubbing your clit. you whine and squirm under him. you trust him so much that you’re actually relaxed enough to orgasm your first time with him.
♡ he’s stopped moving inside you so he can focus solely on rubbing your clit. finally, you clamp down on him and come. you’re so breathtakingly beautiful under him, squeezing him so fucking tight, that könig orgasms right then and there, without even having to move. both of you are a little shocked and you end up giggling.
♡ he lays on top of you, resting his head on your chest, his hands wrapped around you, while you stroke his hair. he leaves a little trail of kisses on your skin and you both lay there for a bit, content and entangled together.
GAZ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
♡ gaz is a bit baffled about what to do. like he gives off hot shit energy, but when you tell him he’d be your first, he gets flustered. he feels pressured to make sure it’s good since he will be your first impression of sex.
♡ you end up having to tell him to calm down. “kyle, oh my god, it’s fine! it doesn’t have to be perfect. i just want it to be with you.” and that definitely relaxes him a bit. he just doesn’t wanna ruin this for you. it’s actually quite sweet.
♡ he’s on the bed, on top of you, kissing you and slowly stripping both of your clothing. when you’re both in underwear he makes an offer. “did you wanna be on top, love?” you give him an unsure look. “idk, i'm not really sure what i’m doing,” you say shyly, playing with the chain around his neck as it dangles above you. gaz rolls over and takes you with him. “you don’t havta if you don’t wanna, but this way you get to control everything. because shit… idk how well i’m gonna be able to control myself once i’m in you.” your face goes red hot.
♡ you take him up on his offer and stay straddling him. you let him help you line yourself up with him and you sink down ever so slowly, gritting your teeth as you do. gaz has his hands on your hips, panting as you take him teasingly slow. “that’s it, baby,” he encourages.
♡ your hands rest on his chest, sitting slightly forward as you take your time sinking down all the way. once you’re fully seated, gaz let’s out a guttural grunt, his eyes squeezed shut, his voice strained, “fuck—yeah, good t-thing you’re leadin’ this because with how fuckin’ good ya feel, i'd be tempted to fuckin' plow right into you.” his words leave you slightly embarrassed. gaz opens his eyes and looks at you lovingly. “ugh, you’re a fuckin’ dream,” he groans.
♡ not only does his words make you more excited, but it makes you more confident. you begin to move up and down, putting your weight on your hands. gaz hands grip your hips tightly in his fingers, clawing at you as you ride him.
♡ after several minutes of this, he rolls you under him making you squeal. “i can’t hold back any longer,” he says as he slides out of you and thrusts back in. he definitely does it more powerfully than you were, but it doesn’t hurt. it feels good letting him do the work. he buries his head in your neck, “jus’ let me know if i’m going to fast.”
♡ it isn’t much longer until you’re squeezing around him, making him groan and grunt wildly. just hearing him like that, knowing it’s you causing it, has you spilling over the edge. the way you tighten around him sends him over the edge as well.
♡ you’re both panting as he lays beside you, pulling you into him. “jesus,” he murmurs.
“i always thought it was supposed to kinda suck for women the first time,” you said. gaz looks down at you, running his fingers in your hair, and laughs. you both begin giggling, both ecstatic and feeling amazing. you’ve never felt closer to him in that moment.
♡ gaz couldn’t believe how good it felt to have you coming with him and he's so excited, he's rolling you under him, asking if you're ready for round two.
Your neighbor, Simon Riley, didn’t have a clear schedule that he stuck to day to day. That was probably by design, you decided, it matched up with the mysterious descriptor you had placed on him so soon after meeting him. It might have been part of what drew you to him in the first place.
The only time you really knew he’d be home was when you looked through your bedroom window and saw his car parked in the back lot behind your apartment building. It wasn’t that you looked for his car or anything. You just happened to notice it sometimes, and you happened to know it was his.
There was no way he knew you were paying attention to that sort of thing anyway, right?
The weather continued to get colder where you lived. Snow was an almost permanent fixture on the ground now, and there was usually at least one day a week where it would snow more than just a light dusting.
Even on the mornings after a particularly heavy snow, you would always wake up to your vehicle being completely cleared of all snow. It was almost like snow had never even touched your car. How did that even-?
You had an inkling as to who it might have been, but you held your tongue. It was more fun to be in limbo.
It was the time of year that you liked to make your favorite four ingredient toffee, and you especially made it on those long, cold winter’s nights. The nights before you knew it would snow, you always left a good-sized bag of your chocolate-covered toffee on Simon’s welcome mat in front of his apartment door. It was always gone the next morning.
You really hoped it was him taking it, and not some weird welcome-mat pirate this time of year.
The local weather stations were all forecasting a record-breaking snowfall starting late that evening. It was a good thing you were all stocked up on sugar and butter, the main ingredients for the toffee you always gave your mysterious neighbor. As soon as you got home from work that day, you got to work making the largest batch you had ever attempted.
You had four entire baking pans lined with foil and filled with cooling toffee on your counter when you finally decided to look out your window again. It looked almost pure white outside. You stood there for a few seconds, admiring the tranquil scene outside before groaning in realization.
Goddamnit, did you really leave your emotional-support water cup in the car again?
You ended up convincing yourself that your slippers would be good enough to take you to your car in the parking lot. After all, your boots were almost dry on your boot drying rack by the front door. You didn’t want to put on damp boots and get them all snowy again.
Your logic was impeccable. Fuzzy socks and slippers instead of snow boots. You were only going out to your car for one thing, after all. It’s not like you were planning on hanging out outside. In and out, or rather, out then back in.
Out was done, no problem. Your robe was tied snugly against your waist, the hood draped over your head. It wouldn’t be comfortable for long-term outdoor time right now, but for a few minutes, sure.
You made it all the way out to your car, just to realize that your car was locked, and you had left the keys in your apartment. With a groan, you turned back around, your fuzzy socks and robe already wet with falling snow, and made your way back to get your keys.
Keys in hand now, you again made it all the way out to your car without trouble. You walked in grassier areas if you could, but once you got to the actual lot, you couldn’t avoid the ice-covered pavement.
You couldn’t help the small, proud smile on your face at your almost successfully completed mission on your way back to the apartment building side door. You were almost there. Just a few more steps-
Oh, no.
It just so happened that Simon was returning home around that time. In fact, he just so happened to be on his way to the apartment door himself, just ten or so paces behind you. You couldn’t hear him, though, through the sound of the blizzard.
But he saw you. And he saw you start to fall.
Simon wasn’t about to let you hit the ground. Not if he could help it.
He wasn’t sure what came over him.
“What were you thinking, love?”
“S-Simon-? Holy-” Of course. Of course it was him. Of course he was the one that saved you from your icy, painful doom. But he hadn’t just caught you-
You had landed on him. He had dove towards you to keep you from falling on the icy concrete.
“Are you okay?” you asked him breathlessly.
Simon grunted. “That’s what I’m supposed to be asking you. What the hell were you thinking, coming out in a blizzard in a robe and slippers?”
Clearly, you hadn’t been expecting this to happen. And you hadn’t really been thinking when you went out into the blizzard in that attire. But damn it, you really wanted your water cup.
“Don’t tell me you came out here, in that, for the damn cup in your arms…”
Your silence was deafening to his ears, even with the blizzard still storming on in the background. You really didn’t want to confirm or deny his suspicions. Both sounded like a bad idea.
“You’ve got to be kidding me-”
You squeaked in his arms as he shifted to stand up, now holding you against his chest in an almost bridal-type manner. Your free arm wrapped instinctively around his neck, the other still clutching your water cup to your chest.
You thought about telling Simon that you could just walk yourself inside, no problem, but something told you to stay quiet. So you did.
Simon continued to carry you all the way up to your apartment door. He didn’t hesitate before turning the knob, knowing that you would probably have left it unlocked anyway. You half expected your feet to be touching the ground already, but instead, Simon set you down crossways on your couch.
“You got something dry to change into?”
You blinked up at him. “Y-Yeah, in my bedroom-”
He didn’t even let you finish before he was on his way to your bedroom himself, but only after motioning for you to stay put.
A small huff of air escaped your nose as you crossed your arms over your chest, watching Simon walk into your bedroom without a second thought. You were so stunned that you didn’t even care about the state of your bedroom, what you might have left out that morning, if your bed was made or not.
It didn’t seem that Simon would care about those things, anyway. The man was on a mission.
It wasn’t but a minute later and Simon had returned to you. In his arms was your favorite sweatshirt, fuzzy pajama pants, wool socks, and a thick blanket. You figured the blanket was probably just for good measure.
“Here, go ahead and change,” he told you. It almost sounded like a command rather than a suggestion. “I’m going to go make us some tea.”
“Okay- kettle’s on the counter, cups and tea are in the cupboard above it-”
Simon chuckled as he walked from the living room to your kitchen, shaking his head. “I know…”
You waited until he was out of sight to begin changing out of your wet robe and pajamas and into the new, dryer, warmer clothes that Simon had picked for you. By the time Simon returned to you with two mugs of tea in his hands, you were sitting on the couch in your dry clothes, the blanket laid out across your lap.
You couldn’t help but smile up at him. “So first you save me from cracking my head open, and now you bring me tea right to my couch? Am I in the Twilight Zone, Simon?”
Even with his balaclava, you could see him dramatically roll his eyes. “Drink the damn tea, love.”
It was stronger than you expected it to be, and a little bit more bitter than sweet, but you didn’t mind it, honestly. Maybe you could grow to like your tea better this way.
he wont leave. he's been sitting at the counter all night, nursing a mug of coffee that he keeps sneaking splashes from his flask into. he's gotten progressively drunker as the hours passed, but you paid him no mind, continuing to serve other customers. you said nothing to him, just kept refilling his mug when he held it out to you and ignoring him.
"what a pretty dress, love...look at ya."
"got somewhere to be after this? wanna grab a drink?"
"ya look so nice, got the eyes of a kitten...hope ya don't bite..."
the patrons that passed by him glared and told him to shut up, but he just kept whispering to you as you went by him. you shrugged it off gracefully, keeping the smile on your face as you poured someone more coffee. words were harmless, and even though he came off as a creep, he was drunk--and drunk people were stupid people.
you smoothed out the skirt of your dress. it was short, riding up every time you reached up on a high shelf. you tried not to snap at the man every time he whistled when you did.
when you made your way to the back to pick up a few plates, one of the cooks asked if you were okay.
"fine," was how you answered. "besides, if he makes a move, i dont think he'll like it when i pour hot coffee down his pants."
but he wont leave. he has been sitting there, and the clock read two in the morning, and your shift was ending.
he wont leave. he was in your way, blocking the door to the counter. he stumbled a little on his feet, and you raised your brow.
"you gonna move? youre in my way," you said finally, sighing.
"whoa, whoa...no need to get all bent out of shape. i need another coffee."
"my shift is over. get your own damn coffee."
you moved to go around him, and he stepped to the side, blocking you again.
"whoa, whoa! all fiery all of the sudden? cmon, darling, let's go get a drink, yeah?"
"listen, i've been patient and kind all night," you laughed bitterly. "but you're starting to get on my last nerve. so why don't you sit down, pay your bill, and go home, huh?"
he didn't like that. he frowned, puffing out his chest a little, narrowing his eyes.
"hey, you got a mouth on ya, pretty lady, and i don't like it."
"oh yeah? look how much i care," you snapped. "now get out of my way, or ill make you."
the bell chimed above the door, ringing and filling the tension in the room. you sneered at the man who tried to intimidate you, clenching your jaw.
"oi," a familiar voice spoke up. "do we have a problem here?"
"yeah, mate, this fuckin' waitress thinks she can say whatever she wants to customers and still get a tip."
"i would watch your tone if i were you," you spoke lowly. "he doesn't like it when you're rude."
"listen, here--"
the man raised his hand, and suddenly a gloved hand shot out and gripped his wrist, tugging him backwards.
"oh, mate, what are y'thinkin', huh?" simon towered over him. taller, broader, the black of his outfit making him that much more intimidating and that much more frightening. his hood was up, his eyes the only visible part of him, but they were angry. hard and dry and angry, narrowed as he used one arm to yank the man backwards, putting himself between you. "you raise a hand, y'raise it to me, yeah? ohhh...what's the matter? lost your voice all of a sudden?"
"i-i...i--"
"this man givin' you a problem, luv?" simon asked. he turned his body to face him, tightening his grip on the man's wrist. the man hissed, his knees buckling a little as he grabbed a nearby table for support.
"it's fine, simon," you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. "he's just...drunk."
"i don't believe that for a second."
simon shoved him away, watching as the man's back slammed into the window behind him. he shook, terrified, covering his face with his arms.
"i think you knew exactly what you were doin'," simon accused. "y'like preying on pretty women, mate? well, unfortunately for you, i taught this one a nasty right hook, and i might just let her have some practice, would you like to practice, luv?"
"hey, i think he gets the point," you put a hand on simon's arm, soothing the tense muscle there with gentle circles. "let's go home."
"i dunno, does he get the point?"
the man nodded furiously, sinking to the ground as he kept his hands up for protection.
"right, if you get the point, why are you still fuckin' in here?!"
simon slammed the window next to him with the palm of his hand, and the man scrambled to his feet ungracefully, the bell dinging as he scurried out into the dark. you raised a brow as simon turned around, rolling out his neck as he narrowed his eyes at you.
"you happy now?" you asked, shaking your head. "who am i kidding? youre not happy unless you put the fear of god in men, huh?"
simon held the door open for you, a hand on the small of your back as he guided you outside.
"not god, luv."
you smiled. "ohhh, thats right...fear of you."
he grunted in response, and you slipped your arm around his, watching your feet as you walked.
"you're not scary, simon. sorry to tell you."
he chuckled lowly. "not to you, maybe."
"no..." you looked back up and him, and he met your eyes. he couldn't tell that it was love in your eyes. perhaps because maybe he'd never seen it before; he wouldn't know what it really looked like. "never to me, simon."
I like to think that even though I love seeing Ghost in a crewneck t-shirt that he tends to wear v-necks instead because crewnecks make him feel like he’s choking (sensory issue, claustrophobia maybe).
the art is ridiculous lazy and trash (I finished it at like 3:00 AM ✌️)
AU stuff/headcanons under cut
𐕣 Chain had some kinda "defect" of sorts when he was summoned, causing him to be replaced early on
𐕣 while The Clergy was attempting to summon Lake, they needed Chain to just go with Papa and the other ghouls for a bit until they were finally able to summon Lake since Chain was the only water ghoul they had at the time
𐕣 Chain often intimidates the "newer" (2015-present) members of The Clergy due to the idea that he’s "different" and his uniform in general is just very intimidating (alongside I guess the fact that he’s a senior ghoul)
𐕣 Chain and any of the other five original ghouls are considered "senior ghouls" due to being some of the first in the band
𐕣 Chain uses he/him pronouns (not very AU lore relevant but just something I thought would be good to mention)
𐕣 some elements in the headcanon design were suggested by my mutual @riddlemethis5373 (said elements I believe being the little aquatic-related motifs and the very grey, barely blue or green color)
𐕣 some can’t even tell what element Chain is at times (even out of his uniform)
