simon and patty writing to each other while he's in prison
sorry my strange darling fic is taking so long school and work are taking turns beating the shit out of me
Simon is such a fucking weirdo. He will say the nastiest freakiest shit in his letters, the guards who read it before they ship it out are clutching their pearls while reading his filth (fyi his handwriting is freakishly neat, due to his private school upbringing and the calligraphy classes his mom forced him to take).
It starts off normal at first, ramblings about how his cellmate is such a pain in his ass and the lines in the bathrooms are too long, then in the middle of a paragraph its like a switch flips in his brain. Now he’s talking about how fucking hot she looked wearing his green jacket when she visited him a week ago. Says that he was palming himself through his pants because just hearing her voice gets him hard. Writes about how he had to lock himself in one of the bathroom stalls just so he could get off. Jots down the images of Patty that were running through his mind. Her bare body twisted up in his sheets, her wet cunt, the way his come dripped out of her after they fucked.
Then he slips back into the mushy part of his brain where his thoughts of her are stored away. He talks about how much he misses her and how the last song she wrote him was one of the best he's ever heard. And then he's back to his debauchery. Now he’s talking about how much he misses her sweet pussy and how he can't wait to fuck her right when he gets out. He’s a very versatile guy.
An unsuspecting patty reads it on the bus on her way to work. Pulls the sleek black envelope out of her backpack, the contents contain a letter written in tidy handwriting and a couple of polaroids to keep her satiated at night when she's laying in bed. Pink cheeks and a grin on her face while she reads his letter. A high pitched giggle comes out of her mouth towards the end when he gets the most desperate for her.
Then she takes a peek at the polaroids. The first is a of picture Simon just laying in bed, shirtless with a serious face. Nothing too raunchy. The next one is a different story. It's a photo of his hand wrapped around his cock, a little precum dribbling out of his tip. Took this one while his roommate was in the bathroom, a little rushed but it doesn't take much when he’s thinking about Patty.
She sends a letter back obviously. Can't send him a polaroid back since she gave him hers so Simon has to rely on her words.
I feel like patty is low key nastier though. Like she is creating full on erotica. Her writing is more fleshed out, sonnets about love making and desire that burns in her throat just thinking about him. She tells him about the time where she jerked off while wearing his mask listening to his records. How she was rubbing slow controlled circles on her clit. Fingers inching lower and lower until she reached her tight hole. The wet sounds of her fingers pushing in and out of herself. Tells him how she imagines it’s him inside of her. Moving in a hard rhythm so deep inside her she swears she can feel him in her stomach. Writes about how the way his musk lingered in the mask and his raspy voice helped make her come. Then she ends her letter with sweet words of longing and that Chomby misses him too.
Even though simon is a nasty fucker he’s also a loverboy through and through. Also writes about how much he misses patty. And how he can't wait to mix some more stuff with her. Asks her how Kevin is doing and if he’s still being a little shit.
Besides the filth and the yearning that he writes, he’s also been known to include a song or two in his letters. Maybe it's a continuation of something that patty wrote him or something that he’s dreamt of (dating patty has made him a million times more whimsical). I think he dreams a lot of what his life would be like with patty on the outside. It's the only thing he can do other than write and listen to his cellmate masturbate all hours of the fucking day.
With the envelopes come care packages, boxes filled with random stuff that reminds her of him. Snacks and pens and a bunch of other shit. Once she sent him a walkman and a mixtape of a few songs she's in the middle of making right now. She also sends him a sheet of puffy stickers hoping he’ll decorate his next envelope. He won't, but he’ll keep the sheet and run his fingers over them when he’s missing her extra.
He keeps every letter and every polaroid in a box under his bunk. He’s got to keep them hidden away because his cellmate has no understanding of boundaries and he wants to keep every single bit of patty to himself. When he’s having trouble sleeping he’ll rifle through them, he's got his favorite ones memorized at this point. Patty keeps her favorite ones pinned up in her room. Even though they're apart she’s still surrounded by Simon.
im procrastinating my coursework so hard so here's is a little something before I lock tf in. I have literally no idea what's allowed in prison so ignore that if those are not allowed🧍♀️I rewatched dinner in America for the thousandth time and the way simon is acting all hard the whole movie and he still says the word tummy is fucking killing me 😭 pls comment and like and reblog I want to know what you think :))))))
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