#simon twd

[shitpostenjoyer98]

[randygeeks]

"Whore Door"

The Hot Chaser Locksmith

+18!!!

I'm so normal about this small role from Steven Ogg

Creepy Locksmith x Trans! Male reader

Summary: You get locked out of your apartment and have to call a locksmith. What you don't know is that he's promiscuous, hot and really into trans guys.

Tags: Age gap, Chaser, forcemasc, body worship, degradation & praise, sub reader, dom locksmith, trans guy reader, eating out,

Words used for genitals: tdick, boner, dick, bulge, boypussy, pussy, hole, junk, little dick

Notes: I'm really not that good at writing fanfiction, but in a world where trans guys barely get any representation, especially in x reader fanfics, i have to step up for my community💪🏻

"Fuck!" You whisper under your breath while sitting on the stairs in front of your apartment, after you just got locked out.

You finally went home from the gym after what felt like an eternity. You really dread going to the gyms on fridays. Not because of anything dysphoria related but because every Friday morning you take your T-Shot and it gets you incredibly worked up.

All of those hot men. Sweating and whimpering while being barely clothed, god, today you almost got into the locker room to make you finish there, but it would've been too risky.

So now you're just sitting here, waiting for the locksmith to arrive with a massive tdick boner in your pants.

You look up and see the figure of a tall man walking up to you.

"Somebody call a locksmith?"

The 6,3 man asked you. You took a moment to look him up and down. He was 20, maybe even thirty years older than you and he had a creepy vibe on him. He was fiddling with his fingers and looked at you like you were his prey. Kind of hot though. Kind of really hot.

You walked up to your apartment. His steps following yours. It was clear that he stared at your ass. Taking in that sweat drenched body from your workout.

"Good that you're finally here, i just got home from the gym and that was the last thing i needed."

You whine, talking to yourself more than to him

"Oh i can see that"

The man exclaims in a suggestive tone that makes your body shiver in excitement. It definitely doesn't make the situation better that he's towering over you while saying this.

Why does he have to be your locksmith? That way too old and way too hot man.

"What's your name, Handsome?"

Of course he has to give you pet names now, as if you weren't just convincing yourself not to give in to his flirtatious comments.

"Y/N" you look up at the locksmith which has a boyish grin on his face.

"Y/N.." repeated the name in an exaggerated manner "So where is it you sleep?"

The question made you stop your tracks completely for a second. The blush not being able to hide from your face.

"..What?"

Was the only thing that you managed to stutter out

"Which apartment's yours?"

He clarified, pointing at the doors in the hallway. But he knew exactly what he just did. You both knew.

"This one"

You awkwardly pointed at the one behind him. You try to keep the conversation up. You don't even know why, but the man intrigues you.

"So.. what does one need to become a locksmith?"

You hesitantly ask, rolling your own eyes at your stupid question.

His smirk grows

"the only thing you need to be a locksmith is you gotta want it.."

The man locks eyes with you, a creepy grin showing on his face

"Real. Bad."

On the outside it seems like you ignored his flirtatious, creepy behavior. But on the inside you're fighting to not throw yourself at him ASAP.

If your dick could get any bigger, the bulge in your pants wouldn't be easy to hide right now.

He puts his things down and grabs something out of his pocket, a small tool.

He licks it seductively while groaning, before putting it in the keyhole.

Grinding and moaning against the door while he sounds like he just had the best orgasm of his life, he somehow manages to open it.

Slowly looking back to you he grins

"They call this a whore door..cause its so easy"

He empathizes the "so easy" while leaning against the door frame waiting for you to say something.

But you just stand there. Fuck, you really are desperate, aren't you? He seems like a fucking creep, a pervert!

But you can't help but think about how big his dick probably is. How he is so much older than you.

The thought of him corrupting you is driving you crazy.

"Well..uh..Thank you.. I'll just get the money from inside. I'll be right back!"

Stuttering and so turned on you go inside your apartment, walking inside your bedroom to get the money from your drawer.

"Oh..wow"

A groan sounds out from behind you.

It's the locksmith in your door frame. He followed you inside.

You see him staring at the trans flag above your bed and you just hope that he isn't transphobic.

But his groaning and massive smirk tells you the exact opposite is the case.

"Are you a transsexual?"

He smiles

"i uh-..Yes?"

You say with a confused tone. Wondering where he wants to go with this conversation.

The man groans "..oh that's so hot!"

There's a shocked look on your face, you don't want to be fetishized, not another one of those "I've always wanted to fuck a trans" kind of guys.

"Excuse me?!"

You spurt back, the anger being visible on your face

"Relax.. Listen, i didn't want to offend you or something.. But from my experience Boypussy is the best Pussy"

He walks a little closer to you, and as he towered over you your breath hitches, and your tdick twitches

"whatever- here's your money-" you exclaim nervously handing him it, but he shoves your hand away

"Don't worry..You can pay by letting me eat those sweet sweet holes of yours"

He winks and you take a step back, not knowing how someone can have this much of audacity to ask a complete stranger this.

But you can't lie to yourself. You want this. You really do.

Just imagining his face buried in your pussy, his mustache being covered in your juices while he whispers the hottest atrocities into your bush.

"So? How you want to pay?"

He snaps you back into reality and before your thoughts could convince you not to do this you say

"Okay, to be completely honest with you. I just had my T-Shot this morning, have been staring at hot guys at the gym all day so therefore i am Incredibly horny. Getting my pussy eaten by a creepy old locksmith, might save my day"

You ramble along while his smile grows wider and your pussy gets wetter, clenching around nothing. Your dick twitching, begging to be touched.

"So what are we waiting for then?"

A hand reaches out to touch your hips, pulling you closer and you lock lips.

His breath is filthy. It smells of cigarettes and whiskey.

Moaning against his lips you mumble

"Fucking creepy old man"

"You like it though, don't you, boy?"

He answers pushing you on top of the bed, his large build towering over you. You notice that there's already a hard bulge straining against his jeans. Unable to look away from it he snaps you back into reality.

"Hey!" His fingers snap and it's like he's clicker training you "Focus." His smirk grows wider, he looks like a man gone crazy. If that isn't already the case.

"Now let's see that little dick!"

Eagerly he adds while unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down with your drenched boxers.

He looks down at your tdick, practically drooling at the sight

"Fuck that's the biggest fucking cock I've ever seen for a guy like you.."

Before you could answer he starts sucking on your hard member, making you twitch, holding onto his balding hair

"mhm-"

He doesn't let that stop him though, in fact, it only pushes him further.

"Fuck!" He exclaims loudly "Im in fucking heaven!"

He grabs you by your thighs, pushing his head further towards your junk

"You're the hottest guy I've ever seen. Im gonna fucking worship you and your tight walls"

His tongue plunges inside and you don't think that you've ever felt a tongue so deep inside of you. This may be the best thing you've ever felt.

"Shit- fuck- i-"

Those are the only words you manage to get out of your mouth as you try to push his head away from overstimulation

"Don't give up now, you're taking it like a champ! You're one of the toughest guys I've ever had"

His words feel like a prayer. Before you've never heard a guy talk about trans guys like this. You seemed like you were unlikeable, disgusting to other guys even.

But oh how he loved that. You really are a real guy. A filthy, hairy pervert. Testosterone did this to you and you love it. He loves it

"Come into my mouth, come on, be a good boy for me. Fucking fill my mouth with your cum!"

He begs, locking eyes with you

"Fuck- m' gonna-"

"Ah shit!"

Your moans are filthy and loud, filling the whole apartment with your sounds

He sucks your juices out of your body, making you twitch

Looking up at you he stands up and wipes his face clean with the back of his hand.

You look down at him and see that he came in his pants, a slight smirk appears on your face

"That. Was. So hot!"

He groans with a predatory glint in his eyes

The man puts his hand in his pocket and gets out a business card. You're suprised that a guy like that even has one.

"Call me if you need your whore door fixed again"

[lovecatmustdie]

that deer is actually me btw

[miss1umine]

lil bit of everything

[reaganbbranwen]

[senes-aeterni]

My contribution at this moment in time. Thank you for your service, Steven.

[rollinzmox]

theres a lack of steven ogg lovers💔 i loovvedd his stuff in twd and ofc as trevor. i need to watch his newer stuff, also his whole instagram page is just peak

[heavens-devils]

Ik you didn't specifically say that we could send requests for Simon from TWD, but I was just wondering if you could write some fluff about the reader and Simon running away together??

Runaway

Pairing: TWD Simon x female reader

Era: Season Seven

Summary: You and Simon share a secret relationship, and one evening, you beg him to just leave all of this and start a new life with you

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, fluff, and mentions of violence

Word count: 3,053

A few months into your secret relationship, you and Simon had created a rather secret communication system, which had been designed in order to avidly keep in contact with one another. Without phones or any sort of electronics, it was very hard for the two of you to communicate, especially due to the fact that the pair of you never really got the chance to interact naturally. Simon worked for Negan and you were a member of Alexandria, and therefore, the two of you were practically forbidden from interacting, as if you were some sort of star-crossed lovers.

One evening, whilst the two of you were laying within each other arms, gazing up towards the ceiling of his truck as you relaxed within one another's grasps, you expressed your hatred towards your relationships rather disagreeable dynamic.

The two of you often struggled to form any sort of gathering, you typically just prayed that you would some how manage to run into one another. Furthermore, it was an issue discovering a specific time and location to connect within. It was hard to decipher exactly what time it was now that watches and clocks were no longer an option. Therefore, your idea of five in the afternoon might have been very different compared to Simon's. Additionally, the two of you were often busy and possessed rather contradicting schedules. When you were free, Negan was commanding Simon and providing him with orders. And once Simon was finally unoccupied, Rick was sending you off upon a scavenging mission or requiring your assistance. It was hard to construct specific scenarios to connect.

As you remained relaxed within your lovers arms, appreciating every intimate and personal moment you spent along side the male, it had been about two weeks sense you had last interacted. The two of you had appeared to cross paths seemingly by accident, whilst you were out scavenging and Simon claimed to be completing one of Negan's requests. However, in all honesty, the male had arrived a few blocks away from the walls of Alexandria in an attempt to discover you. He had not been demanded by his leader that morning, instead, he specifically ventured out into the world in the hopes of running into you.

The two of you always valued and cherished every moment you were able to interact with one another, participating within more intimate and romantic acts together once you were finally alone. When the Saviors arrived within Alexandria, Simon was always expected to act rather cruel and violent towards both you and your community. Therefore, the two of you were forced to silently gaze upon each other, yearning for your next intimate connection. You wanted nothing more than to wake up next to your lover every morning, to greet him with a kiss and share every meal together. However, you were both aware of how impractical such a desire truly was.

Following the confession of your rather upsetting emotions, after you explained your intense craving for steady contact with the male, an idea revealed itself within your lovers mind.

Simon went on to purpose the notion of creating some sort of secret message location, one where the two of you could drop off notes or leave letters for the other, along with the ability to receive messages written from each other. If you decided to create such a system, the pair of you would be able to communicate daily and create opportunities to successfully encounter one another. The two of you decided that a near by, abandoned fire station would be your best option. Therefore, you would be allowed to desert messages instructed for one another within the stations forgotten mail box.

One morning, when Simon had arrived before the fire building, he immediately spotted a folded piece of yellow paper abandoned within the old mail box. Once he had successfully unfolded the letter, he observed the dark ink that read something along the lines of:

"Meet me out front tonight around eight."

Your partner gazed upon the note whilst supporting an expression of confusion. Although you had not specifically stated exactly what you had intended by "out front", the male was very aware of what you were implying.

Simon was hesitant regarding the idea of connecting with you just a few paces away from the entrance of the Sanctuary, disliking the idea of possibly getting discovered and caught by his leader. However, he knew there was no longer anything he could do in order to halt your actions. You would most likely not return to the fire station again that day, so there was not another available opportunity for the male to leave you a letter in order to oppose against such an idea.

Your lover had arrived before the font gate of the Sanctuary around six that evening, pacing back and forth repetitively as he attempted to destroy the overpowering anxiety and stress seizing each of his thoughts. When he had appeared before the entrance, he dismissed the two guards who had been stationed that evening. He claimed that he desired to supervise the gate that night, and the workers knew better than to argue against Simon.

He had appeared before the entrance rather early that evening, awaiting your arrival for about two hours as he sat within the dark. The male did not want to possibly risk missing your approach, and he did not desire for you to be captured by the Saviors. If you had been discovered that evening, Negan would have punished and tormented you beyond comprehension, and Simon didn't even want to imagine what sort of torture he would definitely receive.

After about two hours had passed, once the sky had transformed from a light teal, littered with fluffy white clouds, into a dark navy cluttered with gleaming stars, the male noticed two shimmering headlights as they appeared within the edge of the forest. Before he could allow you to advance any further upon the property, Simon bounded up from his position and began to sprint towards your vehicle. As soon as you spotted his large figure emerging from the station, you killed the headlights and jumped from the drivers side of your car.

"(Y/N), what the fuck are you doing here?!" Simon whispered, his tone rather stern and harsh as he pushed the boundaries of his hushed voice.

You greeted the male with a rather exhausted smile, remaining silent as you ventured towards his frame. Your grin appeared both fatigued and debilitated, as if you had just endured the most strenuous evening of your life. Furthermore, as soon as you arrived before the male, you gently wrapped your arms around his torso, swiftly falling against his frame as you relaxed into his grasp. The way your body immediately eased against his skin was rather endearing, as if Simon was the only option for you to achieve true tranquility.

Even though Simon was eager to be informed of your rather dangerous and erratic behaviors, he accepted your kind gesture. The male responded to your movements by snaking his biceps around your upper body, pulling you closer into his chest as he obtained your embrace. The male swiftly perceived the way your body slightly trembled against him, and how you further nuzzled your face into his chest.

The two of you were addicted to one another, as if you utilized each other as some sort of calming drug. The environment became silent as the two of you grasped at one another, nothing but the sound of evening birds chirping and the noise of the wind brushing against the trees. The pair of you immediately melted into one another, almost morphing into one being as each of your emotions of both anxiety and fear were instantly melted away.

"Seriously, (Y/N), what th-" Simon began softly before you swiftly interrupted him.

With your face compressed against his abdomen, you began to speak, muffling your words against his skin. You did not even raise your head to connect your vision with his own, as if you were too nervous to propose such an insane notion.

"Lets go, Simon. Let's just leave. Get in the car with me and we can drive away." You whispered.

The male stared down at you within slight astonishment, observing the way your head remained pressed against his chest, as if you were attempting to conceal your features from his scrutinizing vision.

In all honesty, you were extremely nervous; you were very aware of the fact that Simon would most likely reject your offer and regard you as some sort of insane lunatic. Furthermore, you could not deny the reality that if he did deny your idea, your heart would have been completely shattered. You would have stormed out of his grasp, concealing both your pain and embarrassment underneath a facade of anger, before you drove away and never returned.

"What?" Simon inquired, as if he could not exactly comprehend what you had just suggested "(Y/N), honey, thats crazy. I cant just leave. We cant just leave."

He felt you huff in slight frustration against his chest before you slowly repositioned your neck, propping your chin against his abdomen in order to successfully gaze up towards him.

It was as if pure amazement seemed to strike the male right then and there, morphing him into a more silent and astonished version of himself. He perceived the way you stared up towards him, each gleaming star flickering within your irises, the way your hair lightly flowed and swayed within the breeze, and the manner in which you glared up at him, supporting an expression mixed with both determination and slight beseechment.

"Im gonna leave no matter what, Simon. With or without you." You explained, your tone firm and your voice unfaltering as you spoke rather sternly with the male "If you come with me now, we can create our own life. We can make our own community and lead it how we want to. We wouldn't have to answer to anyone else but each other. Come on, you can be the devil on my shoulder and I'll be your conscious, we'll make a perfect team."

Simon desired nothing more than to just comply with you within that moment, to forget his self control and to dash off into the night along side you. His mind was screaming at him to disregard both his beliefs and composure, and to accepted your offer. However, he knew it was just not practical, nor was it safe.

The male sighed as he brought his palms down to your wrists, carefully detaching your limbs from his body as he lightly pushed you away from him. He repositioned your frame so that the two of you were able to correctly observe one another, to share rather serious and stern eye contact whilst he attempted to talk some sanity into you.

"Rick will find us. Negan will find us. Someone will find us. And when they do, who knows what will happen." Simon spoke with an exhausted sigh, his voice trembling whilst he attempted to further persuade you against such an outrageous action.

Simon would much rather suffer in silence along side you, to continue visiting one another in secret and never being allowed to fully commit to one another, rather than for you to vanish from his life completely. He would do practically anything to keep you by his side, even if he was only able to interact with you every couple weeks. However, he was aware of the fact that he would be unable to change your mind. You had made your decision, and there was nothing he could say or do within that moment that would stop you. The expression of pure determination and unfaltering sincerity plastered upon your face was enough to slightly intimidate the large male.

"Okay..." You sighed, your previous emotions of anger being completely destroyed whilst you were consumed by a mixture of humiliation, defeat, and slight betrayal "Okay Simon, but Im leaving. You wont ever fucking see me again."

Your statement was harsh and filled with venom whilst you practically barked at the male, attempting to conceal your sensations of both sorrow and shame beneath a facade of strength and fury. You did not reward the male with a final kiss or any sort of farewell, you didn't even remain positioned in front of him long enough for the male to completely memorize your features. You swiftly turned upon your heals before marching back towards your rumbling car.

Whilst Simon observed you disappear from his life, he bit his lip. Truly contemplating if he had made the correct decision. He considered the idea of accompanying you, spending the rest of his days by your side and creating a rather happy life, and possibly even forming a delightful family. Or, he could remain within the Sanctuary, be further tormented and controlled by Negan, and work his ass off every day for the leader just to be eventually murder.

It suddenly dawned upon Simon that he would most likely be brutally killed by his leader no matter what happened. Therefore, he could either be murdered by your side, or spend his last days completely miserable and heart broken, before he was eventually killed anyway.

"(Y/N), wait." Simon suddenly exclaimed.

The male reached out for you, his large fingers grazing the skin of your exposed wrist. The sensation of his warm digits suddenly encountering your flesh was enough to capture your attention and make you turn back in order to observe your lover.

"What?" You inquired sternly, your tone filled with both pain and sorrow.

However, even though your charade of anger and arrogance had remained, you further growled and yelled at the male, you could not deny the bubbling sensation of anticipation appearing within your gut. In all honesty, you were getting your hopes up, your expectations raising as you awaited Simon's further statement. Secretly yearning for him to finally agree to your proposal.

Simon sighed in defeat, allowing his shoulders to slouch as he shook his head in astonishment. Even though the male was ware of the fact that this would be the most beneficial option for the two of you, he was still absolutely terrified of the thought of being captured by his leader. Furthermore, he was completely surprised regarding what he was about to confess, his body within complete shock as he acted against every one of his beliefs and ideals. However, he would much rather die by your side than live the rest of his sorry life without you.

"Okay... Okay, I'll go with you." He explained, his tone trembling.

Simon was silently praying that the offer still remained, hoping that you would not further reject his company after he had previously denied your invitation. The male was terrified of the notion that you would possibly reject his agreement, that he would be abandoned by you, due to the fact that he had disagreed prior. He silently prayed that you would not be too consumed with anger to deny his company.

However, as soon as he observed a large grin of both excitement and joy erupt upon your lips, it was as if every single one of his worries and fears had been completely demolished. The male couldn't help but respond to your smile of delight with a similar wide grin of amusement. Every time you rewarded Simon with a gesture of delight or an expression of your appreciation, he couldn't help but yearn for more of your approval.

"Really?" You inquired, your tone raising a pitch as you began to slightly fidget, a result of your boiling excitement and joy.

You perceived the way Simon enthusiastically smiled, nodding his head vigorously whilst he chuckled, as if he could not believe he was about to actually go through with such an outrageous plan. It was as if the reality of the situation had not yet dawned upon the male, and he was still swimming within the ecstasy and excitement of the entire situation.

"Yeah, let's go, before anyone notices us." He declared as he marched towards your car, executing a few lengthy steps in order to arrive within the passenger seat as quickly as he could possibly manage.

You swiftly jumped into the vehicle as well, shifting it from park into drive before you momentarily paused, slamming your foot upon the break before you promptly turned to properly face the male.

"Wait, do you need to grab anything?" You asked.

You had decided to inquire such a rather important question before you had swiftly exited the premises, aware of the fact that it would be much harder, almost impossible, for Simon to return for his belongings once the two of you had successfully escaped.

However, you were surprised to be met by an even wider grin of amusement from the male as he genuinely laughed, as if you had just stated the most absurd thing he had received within a long while.

"What? Fuck no! Everything in there is useless to me. All I need is you." The male confessed before he leaned towards you, placing a rather firm, yet sincere, kiss upon your lips.

The kiss was warm, comforting, and rather passionate. You could feel the way his mustache brushed against your upper lip as he further intensified the interaction. The kiss did not evolve into anything more intimate, it remained short and gentle. As if the male was attempting to display just how seriously he regarded both you and your shared relationship. You perceived the smooch as the two of you promptly entering a new chapter within your life, a period of time that would be spent within genuine admiration and love. It was as if the kiss signified the beginning of your new life together.

"Jesus, Simon, you can be very sappy when you want to be. I at least brought my CDs." You giggled as soon as the kiss had concluded.

With that, you turned up the volume of the radio, revealing that you had already placed a disk within the player. As soon as the music transformed loud enough to perceive, the pair of you were met with a rather romantic and slow song, a perfect addition to the rather intimate and exciting moment.