kiddie's notes: guys this was my first fic in a loooong time, please tell me if there's anything i need to improve on, but please be nice about it.
word count: 3.5K
content warning: Angst, unprotected sex, fingering (f! receiving), use of pet names (princes/baby/love), stalker, breakup.
The restaurant was fancy, to the point where it was almost suffocating to be in. A candlelit table and too many forks and spoons were expertly displayed in front of you as your date sat down opposite you. It was a blind date set up by a co-worker of yours. She knew what had happened between you and your ex. She had been trying to get you to go out for months, and to get her off your case, you finally agreed to go on a blind date she set up.
“Do you like it?” He asks, taking the napkin off the plate and laying it in his lap. He was a nice-looking guy, visibly different than your ex. While your ex was covered in tattoos and scars, he was clean-shaven and had not a single mark on his body.
You nod, giving a forced smile. “Yeah, it’s… nice.”
You look around at the different types of guests at the restaurant; some are couples, others are food critics ordering everything off the menu. Some businessmen have old-fashioned cocktails crowding the table, talking about stocks and investments. It’s enough to make you want to sprint out of this place; the pompous aura makes you fidgety, messing with the stem of your wine glass as the waitress pours you a drink of a sweet red blend. Hopefully, after a few more glasses, you’ll try to forget about him.
“I don’t understand, Simon, what are you saying?!” Your voice raw, shaking as you watch him frantically pack up his clothes and belongings from the closet into a duffel bag. He was leaving you, not just on a mission this time. He was breaking up with you… Your worst fear coming true.
“Hello?” Your date squeezes your arm softly, pulling you back to the present. You quickly shake away the memories of your breakup, giving him yet another fake smile.
“Sorry, got caught daydreaming, huh?” You swirl the wine in your glass before taking a sip.
“Daydreaming about me, yeah?” He answers cocky, waggling his eyebrows, his hand still on your arm. His thumb rubs the inside of your wrist, and it makes you want to throw up.
Your phone buzzes, giving you an excuse to pull your arm away from his grip. At the same time, the waitress comes over to take your order. Your date decides to place his order first. Quickly, you pull out your phone to check the notification, it’s a photo of you… taken just a few moments ago. The sender is an unknown number, not from any area or country code you recognize.
A text message follows the photo.
“He shouldn’t be touching you like that.”
Three typing bubbles appear before disappearing, then reappear and disappear once more.
“Who’s this?”
Your thumbs quickly type over the screen, hitting send before you can even think about it. You’re used to random numbers texting you. Simon was always losing his phone or getting it shot out of his hand, so random texts were nothing alarming to you, but this… has you anxious. Especially since Simon is no longer around to protect you anymore.
Your date must sense your panic as he asks if you’re okay. You give him a small nod before excusing yourself to the restroom. Your legs are shaking as they carry you into one of the stalls, and you sit down on the toilet.
“What’s wrong? Your date not interesting enough?”
Another message from the unknown sender appears.
“I don’t know who you are, but just know I know some very dangerous people.”
You type back quickly. It’s a bald-faced lie, but hopefully your bluff won’t have to be called.
“Oh yeah? Where are they now?”
The mocking tone comes through the message; they’re calling your bluff.
Fuck… Fuck…
Panic rises in your chest as your mind tries to figure out what to do. If you go to your car, you run the risk of this person seeing you and potentially following you. If you go back to your date… Well, that’s not an option you’d really want to entertain.
“I’m warning you… Don’t mess with me.”
Your shaky fingers type out the message, swallowing the lump in your throat, you take a deep breath, ready to walk out to your car. Sneakily, you flag down your waitress and give her a couple of bills, enough to cover your half of the tab and more for a generous tip. She gives you a soft smile and a slight bow.
You clutch your purse tighter to your side as you walk out to the parking lot, eyes looking everywhere, almost paranoid. You make a beeline for your car, and the crunch of the gravel behind you makes you walk faster. Your heart beats wildly as you approach your car. At the same time, you reach for the driver's side door, a hand cups your mouth, and a strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against a wall of a man. Before a scream can rip through your lungs, you hear him…
“Boo.” You feel the coldness of a mask grazing the shell of your ear, mixed with a heavy British accent.
Your fear dissipates and is quickly replaced by anger. After all this time, this is how he decides to show up; it’s enough to make your blood boil. You writhe against his hold on you, trying to break free.
“You’re a fucking asshole, Riley!” Your words muffled into his hand, all he does is chuckle darkly in your ear.
“Didn’t mean to scare ya that bad, love.” He leans in close, his chin resting on your shoulder as his grip loosens up. You step away from him, furrowing your brows and crossing your arms over your chest.
“You’re a fucking psycho! Texting me pictures of myself from afar from a random number?!” Your voice carries in the dark parking lot. A couple of people passing by look over in your direction before walking off, presumably minding their own business.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, it’s not a random number… It’s mine.”
You can hear the smirk behind his mask as he acknowledges your concern about his so-called prank.
“How long have you been following me, Si?”
Your chest rises as you huff, waiting for his answer. Your eyes quickly look over him, taking in his appearance. He’s still tall as ever, towering over you, even in heels. His light-washed jeans hug his thighs nicely, and his hoodie pushed up his arms, revealing his tattoos. It makes you want to reach out and touch him, make sure he’s real. You don’t, though, no matter how much your heart is screaming at you to run into his arms.
“Just a couple hours.” He says it so casually as if he were walking his dog.
“Hours?!”
He grunts affirmatively, stepping closer to you, causing you to press your back against your car. His hand reaches out and gently touches your cheek, his knuckles brushing over your soft skin. Your breath hitches in your throat, waiting for him to say something, do something.
“I missed you…” He whispers, his other hand holding your hip as he steps even closer. The space between you is nonexistent, his body against yours and yours against his.
“Simon…” It’s all you can mutter out; his name on your lips drives him wild. Hearing and seeing you again already has him holding himself back, but when you say his name like that, all soft and warm and sweet. It makes him want to kiss down your neck and make you cum on his fingers until you’re begging for him, only him. He shakes his head, snapping himself out of the raunchy impulses.
“I fucked up leaving you like I did… I…,” The words catch in his throat, feeling like they’re choking him as he tries so hard to make you forgive him.
“You left me, Ghost. In the middle of the night, you just packed up and left me! Not a word or explanation, just left. Left me… like it was nothing to you.” Your voice trembling, threatening to show your true emotions.
He hears the pain and hurt in your words, which makes him hold onto you even more, snaking his arm around your back. Your hands balled up into fists by your side, fighting the urges to hold him back.
“You mean everything to me, love…” His mask leaning against your forehead, his eyes closed tight. His mind is wrestling with the fact that you may never forgive him, may never go back to the way it was, but damn it if he won’t try.
The silence between you two is deafening; just the static hum of the streetlights and the occasional car passing by fills the empty void now. Both your breaths mingling in the small space he created between you makes your head dizzy. It’s been too long since you’ve been near him, everything about him is pulling you in, wanting more… needing more. All of him, all at once. There’s a lingering scent of cigarette smoke and whiskey on his breath that sucks you into him more. You can’t believe that he’s really here in front of you. It feels like a dream as you reach out to touch the mask that hides his face.
The cool plastic beneath your fingertips tells you that this isn’t a dream, he’s really here - right in front of you.
“Take it off… I want to see you, Si.” Your voice is trembling. His jaw ticks under his mask, weighing his options before finally huffing and removing the skull mask from his face. His dark brown eyes stare down at you as he lifts the black ski mask off his face.
“Better?” A smirk forms on his lips, stubble gracing his jaw. Streetlights illuminate his tired eyes and aged face. He looks like he’s been through hell since the breakup. The bags under his eyes and the distant look that has replaced the ever-so-familiar glow you once knew so well. Maybe the breakup was messing with him just as much as it was with you. Immediately, your hands cup his face, feeling the days-old stubble under your fingertips as your hands once again memorize every feature, divet, and pore of his face.
His hands grab onto your wrists, holding your hands to his face as he presses tender kisses to your wrist right over your pulse point. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." He mutters against your soft skin, guilt, and desperation seeping through his words as he apologizes over and over. "Seeing you tonight, with someone else, trying to move on, I can't let that happen." A low, jealous growl erupts from his chest when he pulls you into his chest, his hands digging into your waist. Surely, tomorrow there will be fingertip bruises in their place.
You whisper his name, broken and pleading, and it leaves your lips like a prayer before he crashes his mouth into yours. His lips hungry and starving against yours, teeth clash, and his hands fly into your hair, pulling and holding you close. Floodgates of emotions ripped open, and months of longing and yearning crash down over both of you in waves. Soft moans escape from each other's lungs as you both cave into the primal desires.
"Need you now, princess," Simon grunts, his eyes screwed tightly as he barely hangs onto his self-control.
Before you know it, Simon is pushing you through the front door of your apartment, hands wildly exploring your body, gripping the soft flesh of your hips as he pulls your dress over your head once fully inside. He slams the door shut behind you, pulling his hoodie off and leaving him bare inside your kitchen. His chest bears more scars and wounds since the last time seeing him. It makes your heart ache, and your cunt clench at the sight.
He climbs on top of you once your back hits your bed, the mattress whining under the shifting weight. His hands caging you in underneath him as he pushes open your legs with his knees, giving him room to settle between your thighs. Your pussy, now completely soaked and gushing into your panties, begs for any type of relief. Simon groans at the sight of the damp spot on your underwear, hooking his fingers into the waistband, he spends no time before sliding them down your legs.
The streetlights that peek in through your bedroom window illuminate the slick on your cunt, making it glisten under the light.
"Jesus, fuck, you're already soaked for me, love." Simon moans as he takes two fingers and swipes up your folds, collecting your slick and shoveling it into his mouth. His cock twitches painfully against the denim of his pants, his tongue rolling over his fingers, savouring every last drop of your sweetness before slowly pushing in one of his thick calloused fingers into your needy cunt.
Your walls immediately clench around his digit, pulling it deeper inside. A lewd moan rips from your lips when he curls his finger, hitting that sweet spot that builds that oh-so familiar feeling in your stomach.
"Hhnngg... more, please, Si."
You whine, desperately as your back arches off the bed, your whole body ignited in lust and pleasure just from one of his fingers being thrust inside you. Your mind spins in bliss while your gummy walls are being stretched open when he adds another finger. Both of his digits now fully coated in your sweet slick as he pushes them deeper and deeper into your sopping, needy pussy.
"You're squeezing me so hard, love." He growls, his voice dark as he watches his fingers disappear inside your tight cunt. Simon, so overwhelmed by your scent and wetness, starts to grind his jean-clad erection into your bed, seeking some type of relief. His hot breath grazes across your swollen clit, and his mouth waters at the sight, your clit glistening from your own arousal.
Your hand runs through his hair, pulling on the tuffs, inching him closer to your desperate pussy. His eyes look up at yours, locking his gaze on you as he swipes his tongue across your clit as his fingers continue their merciless bullying of your cunt. Sparks of pleasure surge through your veins once his mouth finally lands on your heat. Lewd moans escape from your lungs, leaving Simon groaning against your folds. Licking and slurping your juices like a man starved for years, he pulls out his fingers to only replace them with his tongue fucking your pussy, and his thumb rubbing quick little circles on your clit.
It's only a matter of minutes before Simon has you completely coming undone on his mouth, drinking your cum, and latching on to your precious pussy like it's a damn lifeline, and it's the only thing keeping him afloat. Your legs are shaking, and your body arches off the bed at your orgasm, rushing through your body. You whine loudly, lewd moans ripping from your lungs as red-hot sparks jolt through your veins.
Once he sits up, his eyes are blown fully dark with sin, and his chin is covered in your own slick. His tongue licking the excess off as he removes his jeans, leaving him in his boxers that are barely keeping his rock-hard cock contained, the fabric stained with his leaking pre-cum. He slides his underwear down his thighs, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach as he settles back between your legs. He grips his cock, squeezing it tightly so that beads of clear pre-cum drip from his pinkish-red tip.
"Can't tell you how many nights I've spent fucking my damn fist wishing it was your tight cunt." He groans, pushing your thighs further apart, making more room for him.
"Simon, please... I need it, I need you." You whimper, practically begging for him after months of not seeing him, not touching him, not feeling him. You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, waiting in anticipation of being filled by his thick cock.
He swipes his tip up your folds, pressing it firmly against your sensitive clit. It nearly makes you cum again before he slowly sinks his cockhead into your gaping hole. He hisses at your tightness enveloping his tip, and you moan loudly as he stretches you open. Pleasure mixing with pain in the most delicious way imaginable.
"Haaah... Your cunt is still so fucking tight, gripping me like a damn vice." He groans while pushing his cock further and further inside of you, inch by inch, until he's completely bottomed out and his pelvis is pressed flush against yours.
Your cunt twitches and spasms around his cock, your gummy walls naturally accommodating his large size. As if he were never gone, your pussy leaks around his length, as if it demands him to start moving.
"Ahhh- Simon, need you to move, please, baby." You coo as you watch his hips stutter as he pulls out slightly before slamming back into you.
"Fucking christ, I'm gonna make sure your cunt is ruined for everyone else, that the only cock it'll take is mine, only mine." A possessive growl rumbles in his chest as he pushes your legs back to where your knees are by your head. He has you locked into a mating press, pounding into you with a brutal pace, his fingers digging into the back of your thighs.
"Feels sooo good, Si.." You weep lewdly as your eyes roll back into your head as his cock bullies the deepest parts of your needy, sopping cunt. His head rests on your shoulder as his leaky cock draws through your warm velvet walls, sweat sticks his hair to his forehead. A moan escapes through his lips as your pussy squeezes around him, his cock pounding into you and hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.
"Hnngg- Fuck!" Simon groans as he watches how your lips are stretched open and leaking your sweet juices around his cock that's buried so deep inside of you that his tip kisses your cervix each time he thrusts into you.
"Gonna make you mine again, never letting you go. Haaah~ fuckin' gonna fill you up s'much, till your belly is full of me." He whispers lewdly in your ear before his tongue licks up the side of your neck, and his teeth bite softly on your earlobes. His grip shifts from your thighs to your hips as he pulls you down on his cock, over and over as he chases his own building high.
He can't help but look down at where you both are connected and watch his cock disappear into your warm, silky walls over and over. A creamy white ring starts to form around the base of his cock that drives him over the edge, causing him to bite into your shoulder, nearly drawing blood.
The feeling of the band in your core draws tighter and tighter with each thrust of his cock, the leaky head reshaping your insides to perfectly take his length and only his. His hips start to stutter, and his cock twitches inside you, signaling that he's close.
"Need you to cum with me, princess. Cum on my cock while I fill you up." He purrs in your ear, his hand reaching down between your bodies to rub circles on your overstimulated clit. His hips rutting into you, sloppy and messy.
"Fuckk~ Haaah... Simon! M'gonna cum!!!~"
And just like that, his fingers on your poor swollen nub send you flying over the edge into your second orgasm, and your walls flutter around his cock, pulling it in deeper until the tip is pressed firmly against your cervix. He whines loudly as he shoots his thick, hot cum into your womb, filling you to the brim with his seed. He brings your legs to wrap around his waist as he stays buried to the hilt inside, making sure that every last drop of his cum gets pushed into your pussy.
You whine, missing the feeling of his cock buried inside of you once he pulls out with a lewd pop, soon after his cum starts to leak out of your well-fucked cunt and onto your sheets. Both of you stay still, reeling from your both equally intense orgasms. Your thighs shake as he rubs his hands over your muscles, soothing the ache and soreness he caused. Simon looks down at you, taking in the faint glow that dawns on your face and the blush that creeps up on your cheeks. He collapses on the bed next to you, pulling you close to him as he presses his chest into your back. He hums contentedly as his fingers shovel his load back into you.
"You forgive me, princess?" He kisses your temple, his arm wrapped around your waist.
"You've earned your redemption, Si. I can't be without you." You hum back as you settle into his arms, the feeling so familiar and yet so new at the same time. Simon holds onto you tightly as you fall asleep in his arms, scared that this moment might disappear and you'll fade from his touch. But for now, he holds onto the one and only thing he cherishes in this life, you.
HEYYYY! So I had this fic idea lingering in the back of my mind for ages! Could you write a Jean x reader except like something (u can choose) happened in his life and had been off and doesn’t know how to process the sadness that he’s feeling then one day when your cuddling he starts bawling in readers arms letting everything out? And then afterwards it’s the reader babying him and comforting him🥹? Could it be a hurt/comfort but no smut. Sorry if this is too specific but I think u would eat this down. It can be after the war or modern! This would make my year if you see this🥹🥹🥹
I've literally been thinking about this all day, and I have some ideas of how I can write this out. heheh i'm actually going to have so much fun writing this!~
guys, i need your ideas for fics. literally anything. mostly i write jjk, simon Riley (cod), aot, and LADs. i'm in a lot of fandoms at the moment so if you're looking for a character/show to have a fic written just let me know!
A/N: I couldn’t not stop thinking about this for days. It was rotting my brain.
tw: use of meimei/gege, somno (if you squint), possessiveness
Thinking about how when his precious meimei gains weight and no longer finds the confidence in her new body, so Caleb, being the good gege he is, pins her down and rubs his hard cock all over her. His hands grabbing her engorged tits while his throbbing, leaking tip presses into the soft, plush flesh of her cellulite-dotted thighs, and how he basically fucks his cock on the squishy part of her stomach until he cums over and over until she’s painted his white-hot seed and a mumbling mess about how she looks so pretty when covered in his cum. “Meimei, you’re so pretty.” He coos, spreading his load over her plush stomach and thighs.
One thing nobody will ever take from me is the fact that I know my favs would Love my fat ass, This shit is canon to me.
Zoro? Sanemi? Toji? Sukuna? Would effortlessly pick me up
Wakasa? Rindou? Sanzu? Giyuu? Sanji? Kakashi? Shinobu? Luffy? Geto? Madara? Nanami? Would love My chubby belly and love to wrap to their arms around me.
Chifuyu? Gojo? Kokonoi? Would adore me.
Don’t let anyone tell you that your favs would consider you unattractive.
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