you are literally the best cod writer on this app. hands down. I was wondering if you could write simon and reader getting a noise complaint the morning after he literally makes dents in the wall from the headboard slamming, reader whining, you choose the rest. your writing is literally art 💋
EHEH ARE YOU SERIOUS 🥹🥹 squealing, blushing, kicking my feet 🤭🌷
MDNI. flashbacks of rough sex, sexual language !!
you couldn’t help the butterflies that ricocheted off the walls of your stomach when your husband shot a coy smirk over his shoulder at you. the feds were at the door — clipboard in hand. “sir, we received several noise complaints throughout the night and into the early hours of this morning. . .”
oh.
‘ungh~ tha’sit, lovie.” he croaked against the shell of your ear — the moist, matted foliage of his pelvic bush kissing your swollen clit with ever piston of his drilling hips against yours. “missed ya s’much, darlin.” his voice, husk and dry, reverberated against your sweat-damp temple where gentle pecks left affectionate stamps in their wake. “feel so good squeezin me like that, mmf~”
“oh yeah?” your husband responds, feigning oblivion. “y’sure they was complainin ‘bout us, lads?” they nod at that, peering past the hunk of your husband to acknowledge your smaller self. “yes, sir. said it wasn’t the first time.” they look back to simon, dragging their eyes up his six-foot-something bulk. “apparently this happens whenever you come home.”
“that so?” simon irks them, his pride potent in his tone and stature. “what’d they tell ya?”
“missed you, si!” you whined, nails raking down the taut flesh of his expansive back. “so big!” you complemented, eyes performing somersaults within their sockets. “so good!” and it was. your husband’s thick cock had never felt better; solid pudge rocking into the soft slope of your now no-doubt pregnant stomach whilst his girthy prick went to town on your innards. you mewled, slender digits clawing the memento of that night into his muscular body as his vigorous movements bashed the headboard into the wall behind.
“your neighbours heard a loud ‘banging’ from about dinner time onwards, mister riley.” one officer informs him. “yeah, and what sounded like screaming up until 4 the ‘morrow.” the other adds. you know your husband’s ego just grew ten sizes bigger, his dick likely swelling also. “really?” simon humours them, smirk blatantly present as he says so. you giggle, hand flying to cover your mouth as an embarrassed flush taints your cheeks a raw maroon.
“s-simon! the wall!” you cried, wept. blissful tears poured from your hooded eyes as you craned your neck backward — the paint on the wall crumbling as the metal frame of your headboard collided with it with each of his aggressive thrusts. “leave it.” he grunted, fucking into your exhausted pussy with increased force. “let the whole fuckin’ house tumble down.” hissed into your gaping mouth; tongues tangling and saliva accumulating. “let everyone know who’s fuckin’ you dumb like this, yeah? makin you scream ‘til you cum nice an’ hard.” and you did — milking his fat prick dry as a ring of cream slickened around his hairy base. “cum on this cock, love”
“just thought we better have a look ‘round, if you’s don’t mind.”
simon looks back to where you’re watching with a blush. “not at all, officers.” he winks, to which the heat that blushes your flustered face dives southbound to narrow on your throbbing cunt. “c’mon in.” and of course he directs them upstairs first.
“you can do it, sweet’art.” he groaned into your moaning mouth. “let ‘em hear ya.” his pace picked up, inflated balls bouncing off the underside of your upturned arse as he hammered his heavy cock against the roof of your bruised cervix. “let ‘em know who’s home.” your eyes rattled until their whites were visible, pupils rolling back to stare your brain down when his weeping cockhead bumped into your cunt’s velvety roof — pre-cum mingling with the cream of your impending climax. “that’s it, love. hug me nice and tight.” you let out a strangled squeal at his words, voice breaking whilst he battered your smaller frame into the creaking mattress. the bed frame shook, swaying back and forth in tandem with his zealous rhythm. “gonna wake the neighbours.” you slurred through spit-covered lips — red and puckered. “good.” simon retorted, muffled by the slaps of skin ploughing skin.
“how did this happen?” one of the cops asks, gesturing to where the wall has eroded. the plaster beneath reveals exposed brick where next door attaches to the structure of your abode, loose wiring and pipes hanging down. the headboard is dented, the paint from it now transferred onto what remains of the wall behind. “wear ‘n tear.” simon shrugs, slinging a lazy arm around your shoulders. you lean into him, legs still aching from last night. “besides.” he adds, slyly pinching your backside. “was happy to see the missus.”
Simon and Price get a bit... Competitive when it comes to you.
Simon is a nasty motherfucker.
He goes through one of those industrial sized jar of lube in a month, the workers at the sex shop knowing him by first name. Doesn't really need toys, though, a simple vibrator doing the trick quite efficiently most days. His skills overpower the need for any accessories to be entirely honest; a fact that even your neighbours are aware of (quite unfortunately) due to the constant squeals that you bestow upon their poor ears at varying times in the day. The walls are pretty thin, too, and anyone could hear the low cadence of Simon's voice cooing at your fucked out body if they tried hard enough.
"Yeah, baby-is that it? That's the spot? Wanna squirt for me? Show me how pretty you spray?"
"Fuck, yes, I love how tight your throat gets when you're gagging. No-no, baby, don't run away, come on. This is where you belong, isn't it? Choking on my cock? This is how you wanna die, huh? Yeah? Nod for me, baby."
"Your asshole winks so perfectly at me when you're fucked out, sweetheart, you know that? No no, don't whine- you're the prettiest fucktoy I've ever had. "
But he's always the nastiest when he's got something to prove. Especially when it's in front of his boss.
It's borderline abusive how sore he leaves your pussy after goading Price into eating you out, a slightly toxic banter flowing freely between them. You were so embarrassed when John lapped at your wet cunt as Simon whispered absolute filth in his ear; too low to make out the words properly but just enough to know it was driving John crazy. He humped the bed wildly, still fully dressed, as both your legs encircled his neck in a near-fatal chokehold. His tongue drew tight circles around your clit, thumb pulling the hood back slightly so he could attack with military precision. Alternating between flattening it out to lave at your cunt, and pointing it, sharp and deadly, to lash at your clit, he left no stone unturned to make you scream and beg and cry for relief.
"Is this doing it for you, baby? My senior making you cream over his tongue? Is this what you think of when you're fucking me? Big, bad, John with his huge dick, just breaking you open? Am I not enough, baby?
"No-no, no, no, Simon, no, fuck, no, I don't - i don't think of anyone else, baby you have to believe me, fuck!"
"Yeah? Then why are you coming and squirting all over his face, baby? I thought you only came for me? Is that not true?"
You vehemently shake your head but Price just huffs at your cunt and curls his fingers in a way that makes you devastated and your body betrays you, again.
You're coming with a guttural scream deep from within your chest and it makes Simon's eyes roll in the back of his skull at the sight. Your body is wracked with tremors as Price grips your thighs tighter and doesn't let go of your clit, much like the dog that got the bone. It seems like it goes on forever, John licking and pumping into you, Simon with his nasty words talking you through the strongest orgasm you've had in your life, and your soul snatched from your body and witnessing the entire ordeal from a safe distance.
Once you're down into your body, and can feel your limbs again, Price releases your poor clit with a pop and smacks your wet folds with his entire palm, a little thwack to bring you back to him faster- he hasn't got all day. You jerk at the contact to your overstimulated clit and you think you're going to die again, when you look down and see Simon in between your legs instead of John.
When had they switched?
"Ready to show him who really owns you sweetheart? How sorry you are for squirting for another man? How much tighter you get when it's me who's fucking you?" Simon coos in faux sympathy as he palms his cock and rubs it in between your folds, making your tummy cave in with the sensitivity. Price smirks as he lays down beside you on one elbow as his fingers coated with your slick come up to your lips and he shoves them deep into your mouth, making you gag and tear up. He comes close to your ear and snarls, "If you come harder than you did with me, love, you're going to get punished, yeah? Does that dumb little fucked out brain understand me? Yeah?"
✦ content: NSFW 18+, afab reader, squirting, breeding, cum play, domestic fluff, marriage mentions, slight anxiety, no mentions of y/n.
✦ a.n: ahhhhh my babies
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“what did you just said?” did you hear him well? move in with him? “i said, move in with me” simon tightened his hold on your waist. he felt your body tense as soon as he said those words.
“but, simon, i-“ you took a hard breath “i don’t know if that’s a good decision?” you thought maybe he felt pity for you, maybe he was just asking this as friends? “hey” simom said turning your face over to his “you don’t need to answer me right, just think about it yeah?“
“okay” you said in a small voice
-
you remember how you never talked with him about moving in, even though you dated almost 2 years, commitment scared you, and him.
moving in with him was a serious talk, and you never dared to mention it. simon on the other hand never found the chance to ask you.
he hated when you left at night, hated when he came back to his flat alone, hated when he had to go running to your apartment because he fucking needed you so much.
by the time he was gathering the courage to ask you, distance made its appearance in your relationship. he ranked up, you were focused on your job. he knew your relationship was dying.
everytime he left he remembered the ring in his drawer. simon knew he was in love with you. yet never said anything, he never said i love you to you and neither you.
except for that night
୨♡୧
simon fucked your brains out that night, god knows which round was this, but you were exhausted as hell “come on baby, i know you can, just give me another one” simon had you on your back, legs pressed to your chest, grinding his cock on your pussy
it felt surreal, he kept hitting all the spots that made you see stars, you were crying by now, whining his name like a mantra “i can’t simon, it’s too much” simon just shutted your mouth with his lips, his forearms were next to you head, feeling his hands hold your face delicately.
until one of his hands moved downwards. you were so cockdrunk you didn’t even feel it. simon in an instantstarted circling your clit so fast, slapping it every now and then.
it was overstimulating you. but in a good way “s-simon it feels so good” you were a moaning mess now, everything felt so good you were sure you were about to pass out.
“come on love, i want you to cum with me” he was holding his orgasm back, he could feel your breasts pushed on his chest everytime he moved, your nipples too. he was such a boob man he was adoring this. his other hand on your head moved until he could grab one of your breasts.
he started pinching your nipple, rubbing it, grabbing your breast and just holding in there, everything felt so fucking good to you you didn’t even feel your orgasm coming
“oh my fucking god” he could feel your orgasm approaching making him start pounding on you so hard your hips were probably gonna have bruises tomorrow “there you go sweetheart, cum on my fucking cock” and that was all you needed.
simon just saw the way you closed your eyes, grabbed his back with all your force and moaned so fucking loud. he came in an instant. thick ropes of cum painting your walls white
you were so focused on your orgasm you never noticed you started squirting. hard. but simon did, making him cum again. he could see all your squirt on his abdomen, coming out so quick of you he even pulled his cock out of you to see it.
in a second he felt another orgasm coming, the view was so erotic he cummed on the spot. he was on his knees now, no hands needed, just seeing his cock squeeze all his cum out his hands squeezing your thighs. he was a moaning mess too, his abs clenching everytime he cummed. he felt another thick rope of cum, making him lose his force for a second, almost falling on top of you, but he managed to keep his forearms up.
he wasn’t thinking when he started grinding his cock on your stomach, cum still coming out of him, and now near your breasts. you were slowly gaining consciousness again, feeling something gliding in your stomach.
it was until you saw simon’s cock grinding on your stomach you felt yourself squirting again, how the fuck? “simon” you moaned his name so loud you were sure the neighbours were going to complain.
“i’m here baby, fuck, i can see the mess your making from here” you could feel the sheets wet under you, blush coming full force in your cheeks.
“look at all you made me cum” you felt simon’s hands on your face now. you could see half of your stomach covered with his cum. you could also feel all of simon’s cum coming out of your cunt. the sheets were definetly stained now.
you weren’t thinking when you moved your hand and gathered all his cum on your fingers, putting them on your mouth
simon was getting hard again “you tryna make me cum again doll?” you just laughed mischeviously
you locked your eyes on him smiling “come on, i need to clean you up love”
one thing about simon is his aftercare is from another world, he peppered you with kisses while you were on the bath, on your neck, on your head, on your shoulders, just everywhere.
you were seated in front of him. simon was busy cleaning your body, his hands roaming all over your body, specifically your breasts, he stayed there massaging them for a while, just playing with your nipples.
“simon” you whined, he was overstimulating you :( “sorry love, got carried away”
simon changed the sheets while you were inside the bathroom brushing your hair, he just put on his sweatpants no boxers and waited for you in bed
as soon as you laid in bed and curled up on his chest, exhaustion began.
“i’m sorry for the mess” you slurred on his chest, simon just laughed softly “nothing to be sorry about love, that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen”
you just punched his chest, and in an instant you were dead asleep. simon stayed awake for a while, just seeing your sleeping form made him feel something inside him.
he couldn’t see himself without you, you were his everything now, a part of his life.
“i love you” he said it so low you couldn’t even hear his chest rumble. simon just kissed you on the head and brought you closer to his chest.
the next morning simon had a painful erection, and you were practically on top of him. you woke up feeling something between your legs, but, connected the dots fast.
“horny aren’t we?” you whispered, simon was still asleep.
you moved yourself sideways, and brought your hand closer to his sweats. as soon as you brought them down and saw he wasn’t wearing any boxers, your mouth watered.
his erection just popped out on top of his stomach, painfully red, and waiting to let his cum out. let’s just say you spent your morning pleasuring simon as much as you could 🫠
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simon always knew your relationship was based on actions rather than words.
you always organized his apartment when he left for a mission, cleaned his room, cooked for him, practically spoiling him everytime he came back from a mission.
and the ring always stayed hidden on his desk drawer, even after you broke up with him, he still kept in inside his drawer, never wanting to forget you he still loved you so much
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you couldn’t sleep that night. simon stayed and helped you clean up your apartment, the domesticity of it making your mind run a million thoughts was moving in a good decision? maybe it’s time to leave this place, it’s full of bad memories now you thought.
yet a small part of you was scared, scared of fucking it up with him, scared of doing something wrong. your previous relationship messed up your head, making it harder for you to trust.
as you were cooking the next day, a subtle nervousness bubbled inside you. thoughts of moving in with him filled your mind with a mix of excitement and anxiety.
deep down, you couldn't deny the genuine desire for being with him again, you could do things right this time. the anticipation of sharing your space with simon and intertwining lives together brought a beautiful vulnerability to the relationship.
maybe this was what you both needed. and that’s when it hit you, simon didn’t text you today, you did tell him you needed to think about it, yet you felt anxious, what if he left again for a mission? you would miss your chance!
a sudden warm feeling settled in your chest, you longed for him, the desire to be with him again surged very quick. it wasn't just about moving in with him; it was to feel the comfort of his presence, to be wrapped in the safety of his arms. in that moment, the anxiety you felt transformed into a yearning that could only be eased by the simple pleasure of being close to him once more.
it was snowing outside, yet that didn’t stop you, you grabbed your jacket and left running. the cold was hitting your face very hard now, making it red, but you didn’t care anymore, you needed to be with him.
you saw the familiar block near you and felt the anxiety on throat. thoughts of what he might think, what he could say, echoed relentlessly in your mind. creating a knot in your stomach.
each passing second intensified the unease, desperately hoping for reassurance and warmth.
outside his door, your heart raced as you knocked, the sound echoing your anxiety. the moment he opened it, your eyes locked, and without a word, you kissed him.
desperation fueled your actions you instinctively reached for his shirt collar, pulling him closer. you felt home again
the kiss held pent-up emotions, longing and a silent plea for closeness. time seemed to pause as your lips met, the intensity of the connection momentarily eclipsing any lingering uncertainties.
his response was immediate, a reciprocation of the intensity that crackled in the air. the outside world faded away as the kiss deepened, becoming a language of its own.
it was a fusion of passion and reassurance, a shared moment that spoke volumes without a single word. his arms enveloped you, drawing you even closer, as if trying to bridge any emotional gap that lingered between you both.
in the intense embrace, the worries of what might be said or regretted melted away, replaced by the warmth of him. he pulled away first, breathing hard, his deep voice getting you out of your trance.
breathless, you looked up at him, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "what am I doing here? i needed to see you. needed this" you replied, your voice carrying the weight of unspoken emotions.
he blinked, a mix of surprise and concern in his eyes. "you walked here?" a gentle worry in his voice as he pulled you inside, closing the door behind you. the warmth of his apartment was a stark contrast to the chilly night.
“maybe” you said shyly, simon just got rid of your jacket, holding you at arms length. “bloody hell, you’ll catch a cold” simon worried voice spoke.
"i don't care about the cold," you confessed, meeting his gaze. "i care about being with you."
"i came here to say i do want to move in with you," you admitted, the words escaping with a vulnerability that surprised even you. "i need you, need us to be together."
simon didn't respond with words. instead, he silenced your worries with another passionate kiss. it was a response that spoke louder than any affirmation could.
simon picked you up, and held you very close to him, he had you back again. you felt the door behind you now, making simon put his hand behind your head. the kiss felt so deep you could feel how simon felt.
he thought maybe you would leave him again, maybe he spoke too early, but as soon as you said those words, relief washed all over him. you were his again.
“i missed you so fucking much” you said with such a fragile voice, emotions getting the best out of you
as simon wrapped his arms around your waist, a sudden wave of emotion engulfed you, threatening to spill over.
the realization that he was by your side again, became almost overwhelming. the words caught in your throat as you fought back tears, unable to contain the warmth that engulfed your chest.
your quiet voice admitted it "i missed you so so much" a simple yet profound truth that carried the weight of every lonely moment you had endured in his absence.
"i missed you too doll, more than words can say" he responded, his voice laced with a sincerity that mirrored the intensity of your emotions.
a shared acknowledgment of the profound impact of your connection. as you held each other again, you felt genuine joy of being together again.
“just know that you won’t get rid of me now, nor ever” a promise simon felt deep in his heart. you kissed him again laughing a little.
simon smiled in between the kiss, sealing the joy of being together again.. he had you back again ♡
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my man deserves happiness 😖
AHHHHHH y’all just wait, i’ll make a make up sex drabble after this 😏
but! this was the actual last chapter! hope u liked this small series!!!! 🤎🤎🤎
This is the most wonderful time of the year. Our Ghostie deserves to be celebrated!
I return back to work Tuesday from maternity leave, and plan on busting out a few more stories for Simon then before returning to Nightmare's Wasteland!
From the dark smut prompt list (I'm going to hell, aren't I)
Heed the warnings !
SMUT 18+,CNC, bondage, overstimulation, begging, squirting (or is it pee?), safeword is present but not used.
You don't know how long you've been down here, but you're sure it's been a whole day at the very least. Your voice is sore from screaming; you can almost feel nodules form at the cords due to the friction they've been subjected to. Your lips are chapped and cracking painfully, the drool by the side of your mouth dried up long ago due to a lack of hydration.
You're breathing deeply, chest heaving up and down, up and down, and you're so so loopy from the constant barrage of orgasms. You can only see white at this point. Your wrists and ankles are chafed raw from the thick rope that's been keeping you spread eagle on the wooden table for the better part of the evening. The constant click click click of the machine between your legs had irked you in the beginning but now it's the only sound you can hear aside from the shlick of your overworked pussy. The thick rubber phallus attached to the fuck machine breached your walls in a constant, steady rhythm; no amount of begging was stopping it. Its stamina was unlike any human and maybe that's the lesson Simon was trying to teach you. You almost regret teasing him about his refractory period now.
Almost.
You know you fucked up, like, as soon as the words had left your mouth, in all honesty. You knew he was tired, you knew he couldn't help himself when he was snuggled up inside your tight heat. You knew he'd make it up to you later, as he always did. But you'd been pent up for the better part of the week, and Simon hadn't given you much attention for the better part of the whole month because some fucking politician somewhere made some stupid decision that had his whole team riled up, whatever, you don't know, really. He'd wrapped up the entire wahoo and reached your shared house dead in the middle of night, embracing your sleepy body so tight you thought you'd break. He slipped inside you without much prep and under normal circumstances you'd have pushed him away but the burning stretch felt welcome after this celibate interval. You were so grateful for his rapid pace; already imagining all the positions you'd put him in, when his hips stuttered as his orgasm washed over him.
If this was any other time, as you'd repeatedly said before, you'd have kissed him to sleep and taken care of yourself. You would have, really, pinky swear. But you don't know what came over you when you rolled your eyes and made a scathing remark at his...less than satisfactory performance.
"Is this all I get from you, old man? Maybe I should buy myself a few more vibrators. At least they won't disappoint me like you do."
You promise you hadn't meant it.
The fuck machine was a gag gift, something you'd bought in the spur of the moment to spice up your sex life (not that it needed any more spicing up, your poor heart) after you'd seen it in some porno. You were intrigued, the idea of Simon fucking into your cunt while the dildo plowed into your ass at the same time was intoxicating. You'd shown it to Simon as soon as you'd bought it and he...wasn't too pleased.
"Am I not enough, love?"
"What? No, Simon, come on, it's just a toy, I-"
"We're not using it, babe. I don't wanna share you. Especially not with a fucking... Machine"
It was simple. Final. You pouted a bit but you got over it pretty quickly when he ate you out over the kitchen counter, right beside the half opened package, mostly forgotten.
Until now.
Simon decided the best way to punish you for making fun of him was to tie you to the kitchen table, spread eagle and have that very same machine plow at your poor, weeping pussy for hours, not until you waved your white flag. The prospect was so exciting to you at first, you were basically vibrating with anticipation as he tied you down. You winked at him when he asked you if you were ready, and he had just chuckled.
Oh you naive girl.
Simon was always present throughout the entire ordeal, not speaking a word as you begged and cried and sobbed through your orgasms. He got up from his seat occasionally to pinch your nipples roughly, smacking it once, twice, just to see your big, pleading eyes cry up at him. You'd squirted innumerable times and Simon's greedy eyes swallowed it all, but never once did he turn off the machine.
"Please. Please, please Simon I'm so so sorry I'm never gonna do it again, I'll do anything I'll suck your cock, I'm Si-"
Your words tapered into a shriek as you come, again. You're sure you're all dry by now, all your squirt pooled up beneath your ass and making you all sticky but Simon grabs you by the throat and pulls you up to show you the obscene sight in front of you. Your legs were shaking in the bindings and a huge trickle of what you were sure was pee was trickling out of you and onto the bright purple dildo.
"You see that, baby?" Simon's rough voice flooded your neurons, his first sentence of the night, "You're all fucked out but you're still squirting for your old man. Is this what you wanted, huh? Wanted to be fucked allll night long? Yeah?"
You're crying by now, hot tears slipping down your cheeks and gathering by his fist that was wrapped around your neck. The pressure made you lightheaded and your eyes roll back again as his other hand reaches between your legs to strum at your puffy clit.
You think you black out due to the unexpected orgasm but oh, no, Simon's not gonna let you go so easy. He releases the pressure on your throat and you gasp, the roaring of blood in your ears bringing you back to reality. He's so close to you you can smell his sweat.
"I'm hungry, Simon. Please"
You don't know where that came from. You weren't hungry, not really, but you don't think you could've taken any more of this torture.
The words seem to break him out of the trance he's in, his eyes softening instantly.
"What's the safeword, baby?"
You shake your head, not wanting to cop out of the punishment (I'm a big girl! you're repeating in your head) but Simon understands you're being stubborn. As usual.
He sighs and finally, finally, turns off the machine. The jarring silence that follows makes your ears ring. He pulls the dildo out of your cunt slowly and you whimper but he shushes you through it. He lifts the toy in the harsh light and you can see it drenched in your juices, a thick ring of your cream coating the base. You blush, and Simon just grins as he throws it on the floor.
He'll clean it later.
Slowly, he unties you and rubs your chafed limbs until you stop crying. His big arms wrap around you as he lifts you and carries you to the shower. You're clinging to him like a post-it, and it makes him just slightly guilty about what he's done.
"Pizza?"
You just nod and bury into his chest. A slight smile works itself into your face.
Are you ready to question your sanity? Fall in love, but get whiplash the next day? Bleed out into your lover's arms one day and cuddle them to death the next?
Ready for the rollercoaster?
The characters are INSANELY random and if you want to suggest a fic with someone of your choice, do hit me up I'm all ears 💗
Day 1- Vomit/Meathooks- vampire!Simon Riley
Day 2- Toys/FWB- Dr. Robby x emotionally unavailable!reader
Day 3- Disemboweled/Rage- Captain!Jack Abbot x rookie!reader
Day 4- Electricity/ Sensory Deprivation Dr. Robby x f!reader
Day 5- Head Trauma/Teeth
Day 6- Power bottom/Punishment - Resident Dr. Robby x m!reader
Day 7- Unholy/Impaled
Day 8- Multiple/ Grinding
Day 9- Drugged sex/ Brat taming
Day 10- Undead/ Darkness
Day 11- Wings/ Cult
Day 12- Kissing/ Chastity
Day 13- Nosebleed/ Amputation
Day 14- Body writing/ Shotgunning
Day 15- Transformation/ Fight
Day 16- Sixty nine/ Morning sex
Day 17- Guns/fear OR size difference, I can't choose 😭
Warnings: PRETTY EXTREME. GORE. MINDBREAK. MANIPULATION. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU'RE SQUEAMISH. THIS IS CERTIFIABLY INSANE.
This is loosely inspired by the resident evil (village) scene where Lady dimitrescu and her daughters hang up Ethan by his hands 💀
The hooks hanging from the ceiling bit into your palms; the pain unlike anything you've ever experienced. The blood dropped freely down your elbows and onto your shoulders, staining your torso burgundy. Your eyes were shut tight, knees scraped from kneeling on the asphalt for so long. Shallow breaths escaped you as you tried to control your senses, neon lights flashing in your subconscious as your sympathetic system screamed in danger. You didn't know what you were signing up for, to be honest, when Simon suggested some...extreme forms of play. He was a predator, after all, his tastes eccentric, his humanity eroded into dust long ago. Centuries of hunting and playing with his prey, callous to the begging and crying that inevitably followed the hunt, made him immune to his more "human" side. It was a miracle he'd kept you around for as long as he did, to be honest. The poor, desolate girl who'd run away from home and was looking for shelter managed to stumble upon his doorstep that fated night so long ago, and your rheumy eyes and trembling visage aroused something primal in him. He kept you bound, fed, and aroused- in a state of constant need; so completely dependent on his mercy it made him drunk with power. Your orgasms were few and far in between, but he'd molded you in his image- a perverse God with his helpless subjects praying for salvation at his altar. You'd learnt to derive your pleasure in something much more sinister- watching your God find happiness lapping at the meat of your skin.
His fangs nipped into you occasionally as he traced his tongue around your pert nipples, slurping at the blood staining your skin and moving upwards to your shoulders, where he bites down, hard. You scream, voice hoarse after all this time in his dungeons, as he suckles reverently at the blood oozing out. He pays your cries no mind as he rises upwards, tracing the path from your armpit to the crease of your elbows, right upto where the meat hook dug into your palm. He huffed at the matted blood there, eyes wild with pleasure. Simon shoves his military boots between your knees, right upto your crotch, and like the wrecked soldier you are, you start grinding your cunt on top of it. He laughs, chuffed at your response, as his hands come up to cradle your own hooked ones, and cups them delicately; pursing his lips to drink from them like it was the fountain of youth. In many ways it was, your life force draining slowly away from you as you rut into his shoe like an animal, your baser instincts all that's left of you. Slick coats his shoes and your clit throbs, your body confusing the signals between pain and pleasure, as you feel yourself nearing your high. Your God was feeling benevolent today, it seems, eyes kinder than usual as he stares at your form from above, still drinking, but doesn't stop you from crashing over the edge. You whimper softly as you come, a refreshing twist from all the pain you're enduring, and your eyes tear up again. You slump forward, head leaning against Simon's hip, as you catch your breath. You know he'll unhook your hands from the biting metal soon, caressing your palms as loving as he could, the beast that he is, and spit onto the wound. His saliva mixed with his own blood would regenerate the tendons and skin there, and he'd kiss it softly, as soft as he could. He'd carry you to his bedchambers high up in the castle, gently shackling your feet to the bedposts, and enter the duvet right next to you. He'd caress your hair until you fall into a deep slumber, and to you, it all feels as close to love as it possibly can.
Young, sweet, inexperienced Johnny x Big, Bad divorced!Simon
Or, They both realise some things about themselves.
@gerdddds !!! This was SO much fun to write (I think you can guess because it started as a blurb but became so long 😭😭)
Also I suck at writing the accents like some people do, so just- imagine them speaking in their respective accents lmao
SMUT 18+
Simon was tired. His eyes felt heavy in his skull and a certain gritty sensation burnt behind his eyelid that no amount of squinting was getting rid of. Normally, Price's commanding voice kept him and his team in order, oriented them in the right direction, but tonight it just felt like grating in his ear. His foot tapped impatiently on the floor of the conference room, the post mission briefing seeming to last longer than the actual mission itself. He checked the clock above Price's head.
9.34 pm.
He couldn't wait to hit the bar just outside the base and drown himself in vodka (yes, he was a vodka guy secretly at heart; don't tell Price).
John signalled the end of the meeting and Simon almost leapt out of his seat to flee the room, attendance signatures be damned. He's a lieutenant for god's sake, not a child, he could-
"Boss! Wait for me!"
Simon is a very patient man, too. At least, he'd like to think so. But he doesn't know why every deity and every spirit was making it very very difficult for him to maintain his cool today. Did he piss someone off? Is this all that karma hitting back at him?
"Yes, McTavish, what do you want?"
The spritely young man jogged to keep up with Simon, who hadn't stopped walking, by the way, and looked a bit too excited for someone who'd just come back from a grueling ten-day mission in the middle of bumfuck Siberia.
"Are you going to Joe's? I can come with, if that's okay? I really really really need to get pissed, I don't think I've ever craved alcohol in my cells before but fucks sake I-"
"Fuck me, Soap, do ye ever stop yapping?"
Johnny just grinned wider, unfazed by his senior's gruff behaviour. "Sorry, LT. Lead the way."
Simon decided he couldn't really shake him off that easy and was too tired to argue otherwise, so he just wordlessly got in his truck. He turned to see Johnny right at his heel, climbing beside him with a jump. Eager pup, Simon mused.
He knows if he were a few years, hell even a decade younger, he'd have shown the youngin a night he wouldn't have forgotten. His sexual prowess was a bit overbearing to old lovers, men and women alike, a fact his ex husband both loved and hated. He was known to last hours in bed; in a relentless pursuit of pleasure and pain, until his partners were breathless and sore. One of his exes was once rushed to the hospital, too, on account of certain, let's say, sex injuries, that had the entire ER blushing under their masks. It was safe to say he wasn't allowed to touch her for an entire month.
Now, sitting in the dim lighting of the bar in a greasy countertop right next to the ancient stereo, he stares at Johnny and maps his features in his brain. He'd never noticed the scar on his top lip that almost disappeared when he smiled, or that he had flecks of green dusted in those blue irises. He's rambling about some video game he's eager to try out, Simon couldn't be arsed really, but he realises that Johnny's brows tick upwards whenever he gets too excited and he makes the funniest face when he's being sarcastic about something the game developers have said.
"You got a bird waitin on you, boy?" Simon interrupts him, taking a long swig of his beer.
He'd never seen a grown man blush such a deep shade of red so quick.
Cute.
"Uh, no LT. Don't reckon I got the time, you know? The missions are just too stressful, and training usually takes up most of my day, ya know? I mean, some of these girls, LT, I wouldn't even know what to say, like, hey, I'm super tired most days because I'm in a super secret special ops force and My team gets sent to highly confidential locations regularly and oh, I could die too but no big deal, see ya soon, keep dinner ready for me? My hand does fine, thank you very much."
He's rambling now, clearly tipsy, and Simon quirks an eyebrow. "Who's talking about a relationship, Johnny? You could pick up literally anyone you want at this joint- shag 'em and leave 'em? Ever heard of no strings attached?"
Johnny ducks his head and Simon realises he's hit a nerve. Unlucky for Soap, Simon relishes in making boys like him squirm.
"I- I don't know how to say this but, eh fuck it, LT-- I haven't really fucked anyone, Like, ever? I know- I know what you're gonna say, boss, but I don't wanna hear it, okay; it just- never happened, yaknow? Fuck, I really do sound like a bumbling virgin but, fuck, LT, I-"
Simon decided to put the kid out of his misery and leaned forward to put his hands between Johnny's legs and grip at the stool he was sitting on. He effortlessly slid him closer and Johnny squeaked in surprise but instantly shut up as Simon bracketed his thighs with his own and placed one large palm on his jeans, frighteningly close to his bulge.
"It's okay, kid. Stop overthinking."
The heat from Simon's palm burnt a hole through his jeans and Johnny felt a bit lightheaded. He raised his hand and slowly traced the gold wedding band on Simon's ring finger. It felt like both a reminder of his experience and a taunt- he belongs to someone else.
"He left me a year ago," Simon says softly, making Johnny shift in his seat. "Wasn't exactly- husband material, you could say."
This was the first time Johnny had ever heard about his lieutenant's private life, and also, maybe, the first time Johnny was silent for so long. He stared into Simon's eyes, eagerly swallowing every word that left his scarred lips.
"I couldn't sleep for months. The Paris job almost killed me, and Parker couldn't take it anymore. He'd begged me to retire, take a desk job, anything. I refused. Said we needed the money. I woke up the next morning with his side of the bed empty and a note that said his lawyers would contact me soon. No goodbye."
Johnny raised his palm and cupped the side of Simon's cheek. He just stared back with an intensity that made something stir low in his belly.
"I want to take you back to my house. Strip you of all your clothes, and lay you in my bed. Dismantle your thoughts until all your pretty brain can think about is me. I want you to go limp in my arms and beg me to stop. Do you want that, kid?"
Johnny could feel himself nodding desperately, mouth agape, before his mind could even catch up to his actions. He swallowed roughly, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Is this really happening?
"W-wait. Simon, Simon."
Simon was half dragging him out of the bar already but he slowed down to look at him. "What, pup? Something wrong?"
Pup. The word made his dick twitch in his pants but Johnny braved through, " Simon, are you sure? Like, absolutely sure?"
Simon scoffed. Poor boy doesn't know what he's getting into.
He tugs him further and leads him into the truck, wordlessly getting into the drivers seat. "I meant what I said. I'll make it good for you, kid, I promise. Is this what you want? Think about it, we've got the whole ride back."
Johnny nods and looks at his side profile as he drives them to his house. He wants this. He's tired of avoiding all physical contact because of the stupid voice in his brain- "you're not smart enough, you're not wanted, no one wants you, no one could want you". He knows Simon can make that go away, he can feel it in his bones. He knows his LT will take care of him. He feels braver than before and inches his fingers slowly over Simon's regulation khakis, almost palming his bulge.
"Behave."
One word, and Johnny freezes. He'd always been the perfect soldier, hanging onto his LTs voice. Not surprising that it would be the same outside the battlefield, too.
They reached the barracks in record time, Johnny almost breaking the seatbelt buckle in his eagerness. They reach Simon's door and Simon leads Johnny into the room. He's been here several times before but now? It feels like he's a newborn fawn stumbling into the world for the first time. He tries to be sexy and turns to look at Simon but he bumps his toe into the center table and curses, before deciding to just, sit his ass on the sofa and let Simon take the lead.
Simon observes the entire thing with a glint in his eyes, desire stirring low in his belly. He closes the gap between them and sits on the floor in between Johnny's open legs. He places both hands on his thighs, leans up close to his face, and he can almost see Soap's neurons short circuit at his proximity.
"You don't have to do this, lad. No hard feelings".
Johnny whines low in his throat and grabs Simon by the nape of his neck. He jerks forward and clumsily presses his lips onto Simon's, and they both groan at how right it feels. Simon lets him lead the pace, explore what feels good and what doesn't. His tongue wearily circles his own and Simon sucks on it gently, making Johnny gasp. His hands run themselves into that goddamn mohawk, scraping at the buzz cut and massaging the scalp there. Johnny all but melts under the watchful care of Simon, and almost forgets what he was actually here for. Well, until Simon used one hand to press into the bulge that's straining against his pants and Johnny gasps.
"Go to the bedroom, kid. Take off your clothes and wait for me, yeah? Can you do that?"
Johnny nods eagerly and all but sprints to the single bedroom, making Simon scoff out a laugh. He enters the bare room and frantically takes off his clothes, but something in the bedside table catches his eye.
A framed photo of Simon and another man, in front of the Sydney Opera House. Both had matching grins, and Simon looked a good ten years younger. They were wrapped in a tight embrace and looking at the camera like nothing else mattered, because it didn't. They had each other and everything would be okay.
"It's been quite some time, John." Simon's quiet voice seemed to echo in the tiny space and Johnny almost jumps. His broad biceps encircle around his waist completely and Simon rests his chin on Johnny's shoulder, inhaling at his neck. "Don't dwell on the past. I know I don't."
John turns around in his grasp and looks at him longingly. "I don't want to make this sappy, Lt, but I think I'm a bit scared".
Simon nods, as if he had already anticipated it. He knows, he always knows. He's his lieutenant, his leader, his friend. He'd know what he's thinking, what he's feeling before he even frames it in his head. Soap knows that, and he would leap from a cliff if it was what Simon wanted, only because he knows Simon would be on the other side to catch him.
"I want you to touch yourself for me. Can you do that? Can you show me how you make yourself feel good?"
Simon lays him down on the bed and kisses him so deeply it makes his breath stop in his chest. His tongue delves into Johnny's mouth as his hands grip his waist, his hips, palming everything he could get his hands on. He pulls away and a string of spit connects their lips. Johnny looks fucked out already and Simon feels his heart thud louder.
Johnny nods along with him, humming low in the back of his throat as he slips a hand over his dick- fuck, it was as hard as a rock already. He rubs the head with his palm as Simon drops his head low to watch his motions. Johnny continues pumping his hips into his closed fist, increasing the pace frantically and panics when he realises he's so, so close already. His precum was making the entire ordeal so sticky, and Simon's intense stare wasn't helping his case.
"Kid, slow down, come on, easy, baby. Yeah, that's it." Simon places his hand over Soap's and guides him into a slower, more languid pace. His head felt syrupy, his stomach cramping already with how hard he's clenched it. He doesn't think he'll last any longer when Simon bends down and licks his tip gingerly.
"Fuck, FUCK Si, I-" he grabs onto Simon's head with both hands and almost smothers him by shoving his entire length into his mouth. Simon doesn't even gag, that fucker, and starts sucking his cock, making it so sloppy, so loud, Johnny doesn't think he'll survive this. The sight is downright obscene- Drool drops down the side of his mouth and his lips form a tight suction as he bobs his head up and down and up and down and up -
"I think I'm comin- fuckfuckfuckfuck,"
Simon pushes him further into his throat just as he climaxes, and Johnny gets tears in his eyes at how well Simon's throat clenches his cockhead. He doesn't know how long he's coming for, but knows that Simon doesn't let up for one second, constantly licking and laving at his dick and working him through the orgasm right into the territory of sweet oversensitivity. He's about to push his head away when one of Simon's thick fingers circle his asshole, and Soap feels like he's ascended.
"Is this where you want me, little pup? Do you want me to stretch you open, fill you till you're leaking with my cum? You wanna cry tonight?"
Soap sobs in agreement, fisting the bedsheet and twisting his torso to escape the pleasure as Simon pops the lid of the lube and generously pours over his taint and shaft. He pumps a finger in cautiously, making Johnny's breath catch lightly, huffing out tiny breaths to regulate himself.
"Breathe, kid. That's it, you're doing so good for me. I'm gonna bend my fingers just so, yeah? Oh- oh, is that the spot? Yeah, baby? Is that your happy spot?"
Simon's fingers hook inside in a way that makes them hit his prostate so deliciously- Johnny screams and bows his entire body up off the bed. Simon has to use his other hand to keep him pinned down and chuckles, starting to pump even harder. His fingers stretch and fill him, making him pant like a dog in heat now. He thinks he's going to come again, but he's not sure that's anatomically possible.
"Si, please, I need you, oh, I need you inside me, I need your cock, pleasepleaseplease Simon, I can't come like this, I-"
"Okay, okay, baby, breathe, breathe, yeah, my good boy wants my cock? Huh? I'll give it to you, I'll give you anything, fuck."
He pours some extra lube over his dick while his other hand continues to fuck into Johnny's tight hole. He caresses his dick slowly, thoroughly coating every inch in the sticky lube and slowly notches himself right up against Soap's asshole.
Feeling the blunt head against himself makes Johnny zero in on the moment; as if everything's faded away and it's just him, and just Simon, and there's nothing in between. They don't need to say anything, don't need more reasons to delay, and Johnny nods once, his eyes tearing up slightly. Simon understands- he bends forward to interlace his hands with Soap's and kisses him so so sweetly as he pushes inside.
The moan that leaves Soap could only be described as pornographic, as he feels every inch, every ridge and every vein breach his virgin hole. He stutters into the kiss, almost babbling as Simon grits his teeth together and powers through the tight embrace.
"Holy shit, kid, you're so tight."
"You're so big, sir".
Simon grips the back of his neck tighter and slightly massages the skin there, making Soap melt and relax a bit further. The last inch was the most difficult, Simon's girth found it almost impossible to make his rim stretch further, the sight of it so perverse it made Simon's mouth water.
"Let me on top, sir. I can take it."
Simon didn't really have the energy or the will to argue and effortlessly switched positions such that Johnny was on top and his dick never even slipped out.
"Go easy, yeah? I don't want you to hurt yourself"
Johnny nods with newfound vigor and plants both his feet on the bed, giving Simon a show for the ages. He takes a deep breath and lets gravity do most of the work as he slams himself down the last inch, right upto the thick base of Simon's god like member.
"Holy fuck, kid. I told you to go easy." He admonishes, but there's no real bite in it.
Soap grins, and oh, there's my boy, Simon thinks, "Sorry Lt. I'll be, fuck, more careful".
He starts a decadent rhythm, making both of them roll their eyes and moan loudly, neighbours be damned. It feels like heaven, like coming home after a long day at work, like the first sip of water after a hangover.
He realises soon enough that bouncing on his cock feels better than the grinding, and this knowledge makes Simon grip onto his hips tighter to help him along. Soap has his head thrown back, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and onto his chest, eyes rolled into his skull. Look so perfect, Simon thinks. My boy.
His pace gets harder and faster and Simon realises he's not going to last longer. "Come for me, Johnny. Paint me with your cum, baby."
His hips stutter as he releases a whorish moan, probably waking up the entire base as he climaxes all over Simon's chest, his belly, heck some even went up to his face. He holds onto Simon's arms that were around his hips and crashes his lips onto his. This sets Simon off as he pumps once, twice, and buries himself deep in his ass and comes hard. They're both shaking and groaning, the kiss sloppy with sweat and spit, and their orgasms melting into each other's.
After a long time, Johnny pulls apart and stares into Simon's eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes that made him feel like home. They were slightly dazed and not all coherent and Johnny just grins.
