thinking about Simon with chubby!reader/baker neighbour. tw: p in v sex, smut, etc, breeding, sorry if i miss any, a little dark theme tbh He's so beefy and scary, but you still like him a lot because he looks like the only man who could pick you up with one hand and not even struggle. And you're so sweet to him, bringing him leftover cookies, cakes, and other things you bake and they almost taste as sweet as he imagines you will be once he finally gets you into bed. He finally asks you out after you brought him a heart shaped cookie and he makes sure he does it right. Flowers, a nice fancy restaraunt, him dressing up, wearing cologne. He even styled his hair. And he's so nice, and he even lets you eat whatever you want, and when you suggest maybe you will get a salad he shakes his head and tells you to get whatever the hell you want because you look pretty and do not need to lose weight. "Nah sugar, get these stupid ideas outta that pretty head. Gonna beat whoever put them into you."
When he finally gets you into bed, he's just gone. He realizes he needs to have you forever because he's forever ruined by you, and all you did was undress. He's never felt this attracted to anyone. And he doesn't fuck you at first, no, he takes his sweet time, kissing you and getting you ready. Fingering you, eating you out, even massaging you so you'll feel relaxed. He praises you. "There's my good girl. No need to worry, just relax, yeah?"
"My pretty little baker next door, don't'cha know a man like me is just a hungry dog waitin' to be given a bone?" "Well it's fine now anyway, cause yer mine forever now. Ain't never letting you go, sweetheart."
And he's not even fucking you roughly no, he's gentle, he's making love to you. He's using up all his self control not to pound into you while you're laying beneath him. But you're just so sweet, so cute, so pretty. You really are his sugar. He's fucking you slow and deep, and one of his hands move to your clit. That, combined with the sweet words, and how deep he is? It makes you come immediately, all around him. Moaning hard. When he finishes, he finishes inside you. With consent of course, but honestly you weren't thinking, you just felt like you needed it inside you. And afterward, he's not letting you out of his bed for anything, only to the bathroom. Anything else he brings to you. You practically live over at his house now, because he isn't letting you go for days. And when you take the pregnancy test one morning after constant throwing up, and realize it says positive, you suddenly feel lucky Simon has moved your most important stuff over to his house. "It's good news love, why're you cryin'? Pretty woman like you shouldn' cry. It's fine baby, i'll take care of ye two forever. Or three. Or four. Or a basketball team, for all I care."
