maybe i like pulling out my debit card instead of using apple pay. maybe i like untangling my wired headphones. maybe i like typing something into the search bar instead of using siri or whatever. maybe i like curating my own social media feeds over an algorithm. i just don’t think everything has to be perfectly streamlined and efficient i like it when things feel tethered to the real world.
writing part two of “who is she?” & y’all i wasn’t trying to edge you like this. i just got distracted with life. hang on tight as i cook this & get it out by the end of the week! ♡
Would love to see some content for Simon from Dinner in America or Colin Gray, you’re more than welcome to pick the subject matter, preferably female reader
｡ﾟ･ ୨୧ . i owe you a black eye and two kisses.
⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - oh, how he's missed his girl during his time away.
⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - simon / john q x fem!reader
✶ c.w. - nsfw freaky deaky time!! hard?dom simon, sub!reader, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP.), p in v, car sex (in a volkswagen beetle...), public sex, STOMACH BULGE!!! facial, throat fucking-ish, degradation—but also praise, cowgirl position, overstimulation, hair pulling, very cutesy fic... (let me know if i missed anything!)
⊹₊ ⋆ note - back from the dead (laziness) and kicking it!! i hope i did this request justice as i haven’t written in so long… WHOOPS. its been literally ages since i wrote smut so i apologize if i’m rusty as hell doing this… PLEASE FORGIVE ME. anywho… LUSTKILLERS IS SO BACK BABY 🙂↕️
requests are open! <3
THE night was cold and you couldn't be more bored out of your mind. the windows of your red volkswagen beetle were down, the distinctive smell of the car gas filling the air around you. your leg bounced, the keys that consisted of plenty of keychain accessories clinking against each other, and your eyes traced over the rusty, tall fence that you probably counted all the diamond-shaped holes between each steel bar. how long have you been here? an hour? hour too early?
at the rate of biting at your own cheek unconsciously, there was probably a dent that was left inside your cheek from how much you've bit down on it. turning your palms over was a nightmare; your hands glistening with sweat from anticipation. you wanted to look the best. you wanted everything to be perfect.
you couldn't even remember how he ended up here; maybe you blocked it out. slightly tragic on your end, watching as your boyfriend was cuffed and put into the back of a cop car, the last thing you experienced together was your fingers loosely holding a cigarette for him. that feeling left you empty... and a bit sexually frustrated, due to the fact that he had promised to fuck you real good after his performance.
a masculine silhouette stood at the goddamned fence that you loathed, your eyes shooting up at the whirring sound of the mechanical fence sliding to the right, leaving the figure to leave. you let go of the cigarettes that laid in the cupholder, your slippery hands moving to unlock your car.
with a frustrated yell, you quickly wiped your hands on the seats on your car, restoring the dryness that easily helped you unlock your god forsaken car. you opened the door, ducking under the slight top ledge that you've hit your head on plenty of times. you were giddy like a child receiving their gifts on their birthday– squealing as you shut the door behind you and stood in front of the driver's side door, bouncing on the tips of your toes, and a smile spread across your face.
simon had that stupid smirk on his face, scruff all over his face, and his hair slightly grown out from the last time you saw him. he also had the same clothes on from the last time, the green jacket and black pants with the boots. it felt like the first time all over again, and god, that outfit made your pussy throb, and your knees were moments away from bucking and landing onto the dirt ground.
"didn't i tell you to get rid of that goddamn car? looks stupid, the ladybug print and all." simon said gruffly, a slight smirk creeping onto the corners of with lips, his siren-like eyes peering down at you.
you looked up at him with a slight pout and doe eyes, "i think it looks cute." you mumbled in defense. his eyes gleamed with a predatory look on you. cute, he thought. but what left his lips was just a mere scoff, his smirk turning into a smile... which was still somehow intimidating if you think about it.
"looks like a kiddie car, that's what it looks like." he taunted, making you playfully roll your eyes.
you huff, "i'm gonna punch you in the face... leave a black eye while i'm at it." your voice taunting, yet not really sincere. he only chuckled in response, "c'mere." he moved towards you, his lips swinging down to kiss yours, kissing away the pout that now disappeared.
his rough, big hands wandered towards your ass, gripping it with no intent of letting go. simon's kisses were one of a man deprived of lust and yearning, and he wasn't planning to let your breathe for air. his hands roamed around your backside, his feet pushing you back towards the silly-looking car, his right hand pulling at the door handle, swinging the door open.
simon's eyes opened from the kiss, his frustration growing from the lack of the backdoors your car had. he let out a groan, his lips unlatching from yours, his jaw clenching as he softly moved you aside, bringing the drivers seat forward so you two could hop in the back. his pants strained against his bulge, and the whine that left your lips made it even worse.
"give me a moment doll, your car is pissing me off." he grumbled, watching his head as he hopped into the small car, with you behind him, closing the door. he was sitting with his legs spread, you in front of him with little to no space at all, on your knees, which were already feeling rough from the material of the bottom the car.
you and simon made no time to push down your pants, his hands unbuckling the shiny belt that clinked once it unfastened from his waist, and your hands helped slide them down, his thick, long cock springing free, and you could've sworn your eye twitched at the sight. with the way he looked down at you and the non-existent space you left between your face and his cock, the feeling between your thighs released itself like a flood; your thighs pressing together in instinct.
"god, if you don't hurry it up, i might take matters into my own hands." he groaned out, swallowing dryly as his hands gripped at your hair; making you squeak out a quick 'sorry,' and your tongue quickly laid flat against the side of his cock; a hiss escaping simon's pretty lips. "fuck," he groaned.
you worked your way around his cock, your head bobbing up and down, trying your best to keep eye-contact with him as you bobbed. spit drooled down the sides of your mouth; the liquid pooling at the base of his cock, slowly sliding down his strained balls; the sounds of his grunts and low groans filling the small car.
he felt your right hand shift towards your sopping pussy; mewls leaving your lips as you rubbed your clit, heightening your senses, but also making you focus less on working his cock. simon noticed it, his grip on your hair turning into a makeshift lever, the control reeling to him as he started to guide your head up and down, his cock spearing at the back of your throat, hitting past the uvula. the feeling made you gag, spluttering more spit around his cock, the sight being messy as ever. he pulled your head from his cock, your right hand leaving your clit in response, and as your lips left his cock, it making you gasp out in air; your eyes watering from the intense throat-fuck that was definitely going to leave you sore, along with your poor legs that were soon to fall victim to his fucking.
"si, give me a moment–" you squealed, making simon laugh as he pulled you up onto his lap, laughter leaving from both your lips. "tryna get me put in jail again, doll? fuckin' in front of the prison i just got out of?" he smirked, his forehead touching yours.
"not my fault, si– oh!" you hum in response, which quickly turned into a gasp– which finally turned into a moan, his cock knowingly filling your tight walls. his hips piston upwards, his cock hitting the deepest part of your cunt. his hands held at your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock, creating a white, creamy ring around the base.
the car windows immediately fogged up, heat and sweat glistening on both your bodies, the occasional cocky laugh simon let out settled into your ears, making you shiver. your hips worked at a sensual speed, grinding and bouncing, alternating between the two, moans spilling from your lips.
his lips shut your moans up for a bit, before pulling away and murmuring, "so pretty bouncing on my cock, like the slut you are." he smiled against your shoulder, placing a kiss against it as he looked at you, babbling and panting. "feel that?" he whispered, pressing down on the bulge his cock made in your stomach, immediately making you start to crumble.
you looked at him, your hips started to falter and grow slower, your legs tired and your thighs shaking as the pressure built up, waiting to burst out. but you tried to keep your pace going, your hands on his chest as you whimpered.
your lips tried to form a sentence, only letting out broken words. "c–cum... i needa– hmph!" you cry out, feeling the vibrations of simon's chuckle. "can i–?" you whimpered, moments away from crying in frustration.
his lips captured yours once again, making you come undone. you came around his cock, clenching as your thighs tried to close at the feeling; high-pitched moans leaving your lips as you were sent into a fruitful bliss. "haah–! t-thank you, si!" you sigh, your hips stuttering, still lazily grinding, praying to god that simon finds his release, or you'd probably lose it.
simon groaned, nearing his release as he fucks up into you, your overstimulated pussy weeping and soaking. "m'gonna cum," he exhaled, and at his words– he came, but he planned to cum on your face, his hands making quick–but safe work, one shot of cum shooting inside your cunt, and when you blink, you're already on your knees, hot spurts of his warm cum hitting your face, your eyes closing. he let out a hoarse breath, "that was fuckin' tits," he laughed, hunched over. his cock started to soften, his hands making quick work and grabbed the cigarette pack and paper towel that sat inside the cup holder. he ripped a piece of paper towel, wiping your face... decently clean, but it was the effort that counted.
your eyes fluttered open to look at him, a smirk on his face as a lit cigarette hung from his lips, his rough hands cupping your face and stroking his thumb across your fucked-out cheeks. "you're one of a kind, y'know that?" he let out a sigh, fixing your clothes back on you, and pulling you up to straddle him again sharing a kiss, which tasted like cigarettes, but you didn't mind. you never had a problem with him and he never had a problem with you. the world revolved around you both and nobody else. his eyes twinkled at the sight of your eyes, and his face softened.
but patty loves being in the pit! she wants to flail around & stomp & twirl. she tucks her glasses away, & punches the air, crashing into people. she imagines herself as one of those pinballs in the machines at the arcade simon took her to. bopping around blissfully.
& then one fist of hers meets the face of some dude that is fuming & yelling at her before she even has a chance to process what happened. i mean, it’s a pit for christ’s sake! people get hit?
“you little bitch” the guy yells grabbing patty by both of her arms. patty’s eyes widen & her lip quivers. she’s handled bullies before, but this guy was massive & reeked of cheap beer. there was no way she could take him.
it’s only a matter of seconds before simon notices patty hasn’t circled back & he dives into the pit looking for her. his face turning concern into anger. when he spots patty he immediately shoves his body between her & the dumb fuck. “GET OFF’ER” he growls as he pushes the guy back into the pit. the guy is about to make some poor attempt at an insult about patty, but simon punches him before he gets the chance.
the guy is either more drunk than patty thought or simon’s got a gnarly right hook, because dude hits the floor immediately. but it’s not enough for simon, he won’t be happy until there’s just a little blood. he throws more punches down onto the dude’s stupid face before pointing at him & saying “you don’t touch her & you don’t say a fucking thing to her. you got it, dick?!”.
this warrants a cheer from some witnesses, but most of the crowd never even stopped what they were doing to notice.
patty walks up next to simon as his body bounces with each heavy breath. he’s worked up. huffing. eyes crazy until she comes into his view.
“simon?” his eyes meet hers. “thank you” he nods at her. they look at each other for a moment as simon’s breath slows. they feel the floor beneath them vibrate as the band continues to play & the pit moves. patty grabs simon’s hand. she holds it smiling up at him. “do you need a kiss?” she asks. simon smirks & nods again. “okay”, patty responds as she pushes herself into simon. she extends her neck upwards & kisses him softly. he grabs the sides of patty’s face & begins to kiss her more roughly. they both smash their lips together. biting & sucking like they’re both going to disappear at any moment.
simon kisses patty’s neck & holds her still as he whispers in her ear. “i’ll go back to prison before i let anything happen to you”, he says in his usual raspy tone. he looks at patty in the eyes again as a giggle escapes her. she leaps up to kiss him & this time simon can’t help but smile.
started a job at a new school site. the work itself hasn’t changed, but being in a new place is extremely difficult on me. i cried the moment i got back in my car & continued to cry all the way home. i’m sad. i already wanna change my mind & go back to my old job.
18+ mdni - tw: light impact play, some bdsm themes, degradation?, ass play
"you asked for this" simon whispered into your ear in his gravelly voice. it was like melted butter and rusted nails. smooth and prickly at the same time. the kind of voice that could get you to do anything. but he had you bent over the work bench of the shop his band was playing at by his look alone.
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simon stared at you all night. even through the small holes of the ski mask you could tell. you felt it. “what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a shithole like this” he thought to himself, yelling into the mic. you didn’t necessarily look the type to frequent shows like this. “fuck, maybe psyops was getting too popular.” but he wasn’t about to stop performing. when simon had something to say it was going to be heard. he was a feral animal. he’d take up so much space you could feel his aura crashing into you. sweat dripping down his shoulders & back. chest heaving. he saw you looking. it fired him up, your unbreakable trance. he got off on it, going harder with his movements. belting out verses with more grit. you looked precious, delicious even. simon was thinking maybe you could afford a couple rips in those tights you were wearing.
you were thinking the same thing.
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you let out a giggle. simon grabbed your face to turn and look at him. his weight against your back and his cock pressed against your ass. "whats so fucking funny, huh?" you smiled at him. "god, you're fucking bad, huh?" he teased before kissing you roughly. you whimpered into each assault he made on your bottom lip. a yummy cycle of biting, sucking, and wrestling your tongue with his. you wanted to match him, but you also needed every inch of him to overwhelm you.
simon had you on your tippie toes. it was taking everything in him not to ruin you completely. he wanted to savor you as much as he could. you weren't just another one of the poser groupie sluts that go to all their shows. the ones that drink too much and wanna hear themselves talk. your eyes read "good girl", but they also screamed "violate me". there was something different about you. "who is she?"
simon pushed your skirt up your hips feverously. laying a solid smack down on your ass with his hot hand. "fuck, i'm gonna have some fun with you". your pussy pulsed in response. he had you wet the second he started singing, so needless to say you were sopping by the time he pushed his fingers against your clothed cunt. he groans at the feeling of you before leaning over again to whisper. "i think someone liked the show". you couldn't help but push back onto simon's hand. "it was...alright" you moaned through a cheeky smile. "oh, yeah?" simon teased back before laying another cruel smack on your ass. finally tearing a hole into your sheer tights. "well, lets see if this is more to your liking then, miss" simon sticks two fingers into you and you gasp. his fingers are dexterous, like any good musician, moving slow at first, but then he angles his hand so his thumb gently rubs at your ass and his fingers curl inside you. "fuckkkk you're clamping down on me so good" he continues pumping his fingers into you, spanking you every so often to keep a nice pinkish-red print in your skin. "mm!" you moaned, writhing beneath him, indulging in every slip of his fingers into your achy cunt.
"let's try a little something" simon says sliding his fingers out. he turns you around to face him, picks you up, and props you on the edge of the filthy work bench. the metal cold beneath your slightly bare ass. simon's body nestled between your legs and his cock is there again, hard as ever, begging to be released from the confines of his black jeans. "open" he commands. you obey and shortly after parting your lips his wet fingers slide into your mouth. he nods, relishing in the way your swollen lips wrap around him. "fuck yes, do you like how you taste?" you continue to suck on simon's fingers and look up at him and smile. you bite his fingers briefly. "fuckkk" he groans and then shakes his head at you. "who is she?"
"i think i'm gonna like how you taste too" simon says with a devilish grin, kneeling in front of you. he lifts each of your ankles slowly onto his shoulders. but doesn't dive in between your thighs. he's lost in thought. he never let go of one of your ankles. he looks at you and looks back at the scuffed up burgundy boots you're wearing. yellow laces. worn at the toe. his eyes grow big and he can't look away from you. "who is she?"
simon scoffs, annoyed by his own bewilderment. "fuck, i thought i knew you from somewhere..."
