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if bad guy, why so dreamy?
strwbrryelle - masterlist
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚ . rob
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚ . simon
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚ . nikolai
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚ . luke
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚ . charlie
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚ . seb
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚ . ernst
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚ . father anthony
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚ . mark
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚ . hook
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚ . general posts
~♡• kinktober 2024
~♡• kinktober 2025
possessive
words: 2.1k
tags// fem!reader x simon walker, dom!simon, public sex, light spanking
with kinktober around the corner--here's a small drabble i had written for one of the prompts before deciding to completely write smth else..but i didn't wanna just throw this one out so...
Simon was angry, jealously chewing at his insides as he watched you from across the room, the edge of the bar grasped tight between his fingers.
Some douchebag had been flirting with you for the last twenty minutes and frankly, he wasn’t sure why you hadn’t told the dude to fuck off yet. He knew that you knew he was there, watching, and he knew you weren’t stupid. You could tell just how much he was getting riled up, and you knew how possessive he was.
And then the guy touched your face, brushing the back of his knuckles against your cheek with a soft smile, looking at you as if you’d hung the moon.
Simon blacked out. He was out of his seat before he could even process it, coming up behind you with a glare, staring daggers at the man in front of you.
A sense of pleasure washed over him as the dude visibly flinched at Simon’s height, backing away from you instinctively.
His sudden lack of attention alerted you and you turned around, almost jumping when you saw Simon there.
“Baby?” you asked. “I thought you were at the bar.”
“I was,” he said with a fake smile, eyes never leaving the guy. His hand found your shoulder and squeezed assertively before his fingers danced along your collarbone, making it clear that you were not for sale. “Thought I’d come over and see what you were up to. Who’s this?”
“This is Will,” you said, catching his hand on your neck and taking it in yours. “He was asking me about a job here.”
Simon squeezed your hand hard. “Oh. Is that right?” His free hand found your waist, sliding underneath the fabric of your shirt teasingly. His hand found the curve of your breast, making a show of squeezing it in front of the man before you. He leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Why don’t you send him on to Brendan, hm? We have an agreement, if I remember correctly, yes? I'd like to make use of it.”
You froze in your seat and he smiled visibly at the change in your demeanor. The agreement in question was one the two of you didn’t invoke often in public, not unless the situation was dire, and this, to Simon, was dire.
I can fuck you anytime, anywhere, for whatever reason I want.
Swallowing, you nodded slowly, your breath visibly quickening. Will was looking between the two of you uncomfortably, all the confidence he’d presented up until that point vanishing.
“Go to the bathroom, sweetheart, I’ll meet you there, yeah?” Simon whispered.
You looked up at him with flushed cheeks and nodded slowly, refusing to look at Will as you slinked off your chair and towards the direction of the bathrooms.
When you slipped inside, you stood there anxiously, waiting for Simon to appear. You knew there was a chance he’d make you wait, that he’d want to drag this out for as long as he possibly could to torture you. The only other time the two of you have had sex in Chez Chez was once at the beginning of your relationship. Simon had been misbehaving all day and you’d dragged him to the back to spank him, only to end up riding him until he was close to tears.
The door opened five minutes later and Simon came walking in, tossing his coat onto the sink. His jaw was set, eyes angry as he looked at you. “Bend over the sink.”
You swallowed. “Simon—“
“I said bend over the sink,” he barked, tugging his shirt over his head.
It wasn’t often that he got like this. He usually preferred for you to take control, tell him what to do and how he was supposed to act. You must’ve really pissed him off.
You went quiet and turned around, bracing your hands on the sink and bending over slowly. You could see his face in the mirror, looking you up and down like a predator.
His hand found your ass, giving it one harsh slap, before he groped at your flesh with a firm grip.
“Why were you talking to that guy? He was obviously flirting with you,” he said, sounding deathly calm despite how obvious his anger was.
You moaned at the impact, looking at him with heavy lidded eyes through the mirror. “I was just trying to help—“
Another smack landed on your ass. “Don’t lie to me. You did it on purpose.”
“I didn’t, I—“
“Don’t lie to me,” he interrupted. “Do not lie to me.” His hand grabbed the back of your hair, pulling hard until your head jerked backwards so he could look you in the eyes.
You hadn’t seen him like this in a long time. Your cheeks burned. “Okay, I did,” you whispered. “I did, I’m sorry—I just wanted your attention.”
Simon’s lips found yours, kissing you gently as a reward for your honesty, his hands sliding underneath your shirt to grope your tits. “There’s a good girl,” he smiled. His mouth traveled down to your neck, sucking a dark bruise into your neck. “You’re mine, you know that, right?”
“Of course I know that,” you murmured. “I’ll always be yours.”
Your leggings were pulled down your legs in one shift tug, your thong going with it, and two of his fingers found your cunt, teasing your labia gently. “I’m gonna fuck you right here,” he whispered, pushing a finger inside of you, “and I want you to scream loud enough that he’ll hear it.”
“Simon—” you moaned, pushing into his touch. The thought embarrassed you deeply. Will was just some guy, and Simon—
“Ah, ah, ah,” Simon scolded, tilting your head back by your chin. “What did you say? I could have you anytime I want and do anything to you? And I want you to scream so loud that he’ll hear it.”
“Okay,” you whispered. “Whatever you want. I’m sorry.”
He pulled his finger out of you, licking it clean, before grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. His hands instantly found your bra, pulling it down rather than taking it off, and grabbed your now exposed tits.
His fingers tweaked your hard nipples, mouth still lavishing your neck. “Say that you’re mine again,” he whispered. “Tell me.”
“I’m yours,” you said immediately, one of your hands finding his on top of your breast. “I’ve been yours since the day you first saw me.”
Simon whimpered at that. He pulled one of his hands away from your chest so he could unbutton his pants, fumbling a bit from only having one hand, before his shaking fingers wrapped around his cock, pulling it free.
He stroked himself idly, his face buried deep into your neck, inhaling the scent of your body wash. Your eyes met through the mirror and Simon watched intently the way that your face changed as he pressed his cock against your entrance, pushing in slowly.
“Ah—Simon,” you moaned, grabbing his hand harder, listening to his low grunts.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “Fucking love you.”
You whimpered. “Love you so much.”
You were pressed completely against the sink, his body weight pressed on top of you as he began fucking into you, whimpering with each thrust. He was being louder than you, but you didn’t think he could tell in his current state.
“Want you all to myself,” he babbled, talking more to himself than you. “No one else can have you. Mine.”
Your hand reached back to tangle into his hair, tugging at it as you moaned. You were able to find the line of his jaw and pull his face towards you, attaching your lips together. “No one else will ever have me,” you panted against his mouth.
Simon whined and slipped his hand between your legs, finding your clit with his middle finger, rubbing gently. He was kissing you wild and messy, devouring your mouth like it was the last thing he’d ever do.
His hips were pressing you into the counter, keeping you pinned there as his cock pushed into you over and over, nudging against your sweet spot.
“Fuck,” he cursed, breaking away from your mouth. His dick was pulled out of you all at once, much to your dismay, but you didn’t have a second to complain before you were being turned around and lifted onto the counter, pants pulled all the way down to your ankles.
His cock pressed inside of you again, his eyes never leaving yours, not even when he pulled your hips forward so that they were hovering over the edge of the counter, held up purely by his hands.
“Don’t drop me,” you laughed breathily, knocking your head back against the mirror with a blissed out sigh. He reached so much deeper from this position, bouncing you against his cock with his hands, as if you were some kind of rag doll.
“I’m not gonna drop you,” he said, rolling his eyes fondly before his mouth found yours again, this time sliding his tongue against yours.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders with a moan. His body felt sturdy underneath your hands, his broad back flexing with every motion.
“Fuck—“
Simon’s mouth found your neck, pressing hot kisses along your skin, his teeth digging in all at once. You moaned loudly at the pain. It would leave a bruise by tomorrow, one you knew he wouldn’t allow you to cover.
“Simon,” you gasped.
His hand grabbed your breast, pinching your nipple between two fingers until you were squealing, before massaging you with rough hands. There was nothing gentle about the way he was treating you now, too consumed with marking you as his own.
His other hand found your swollen clit, his thumb rubbing against it in soft circles. You cried out, you were being stimulated from every possible angle.
“Louder—remember what I said, he needs to hear you,” he murmured.
“Goddamnit, Simon,” you moaned. He was being ridiculous. Everyone in this club knew you were his, he didn’t have to go around proving it.
But Simon didn’t care about that in the slightest, not if the way he was pounding into you was any indication, and you were sure that if he went any further the mirror behind your head was going to shatter.
“Close enough,” he laughed. “Kiss me.”
You were helpless to deny him, pressing your mouth against him the best you could. The pace he set made for a messy kiss, your mouths bumping together rather than gliding, a mess of saliva and wet tongues. But it was Simon, your Simon with his hot mouth against yours and the last thing that you’d ever do was complain.
“Mmh,” he moaned against your lips before his tongue was sliding into your mouth, brushing against everything that he could, as if he was trying to devour you completely.
“I love you,” you breathed in between wet kisses for the second time that night.
Simon’s heart skipped a beat inside his chest. “I love you too,” he murmured, lavishing your face with gentle pecks. “My sweet girl, mine.”
“Yours,” you whispered, reaffirming for the thousandth time what he already should have known to be true. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.”
You could feel it—your orgasm—building low in your belly. His cock pressed in all the right spots, finger rubbing against your clit at the perfect angle. Your legs tightened around his waist, cunt clenching down.
Simon groaned and pushed you back onto the counter top, fucking into you so hard that the noise could’ve been heard from outside the door, his hand falling away from your breast and resting against the wall for leverage.
“Cum for me, please, only for me, all for me, my baby, please—“ he was babbling, all consumed with the idea of you cumming for him and him alone, the idea that your orgasm was his.
“Simon!” you screamed his name just as he’d asked, orgasm crashing over you hard, your cum soaking the sink and his jeans as it released from you.
Simon groaned at the sight and came inside you, an amount so excessive that it leaked onto the counter below, mixing with your release.
“I love you,” he repeated your words from earlier as he came down, kissing over the deep bruise he’d bitten into your neck.
“I love you too, Si,” you muttered, your hands trailing through his sweaty hair. “You don’t have to do all that, you know? I’d never leave you.”
“I just don’t like it,” he said softly. “I’m sorry, I-I lose my head sometimes.”
“Don’t apologize,” you laughed, taking his face into your hands. “Please. Really, it’s okay. I just hope you know that I’m yours? No one else interests me.”
“Well…in any case that guy will probably leave you alone now,” he whispered. “So that’s—good.”
The soft edges of his personality started to peek through, just as they always did after he lashed out like this. Your sweet, gentle, possessive boy.
“You’re so stupid,” you huffed.
“Hey!"
Being Brendan's little sister, living in the same house as Simon, there are some things you'd notice about him:
He likes being up early, earlier than everyone else to start making breakfast (enough for more than one person)
- so he may like taking care of others
He somehow makes the best damn coffee in the world
But if you happen to get up earlier, you can hear the shower running in the guest bathroom and he takes AGES in there
When he is out on business, he hardly ever picks up his phone if you call, but he instantly replies to texts
If he doesn't see you in the kitchen when he comes back in the evening, he goes up the stairs just to casually check on you - sometimes you don't even notice him sneaking up and glancing in your room. Your door is open and music in your ears as you sit at your desk and he just smirks at you from outside-
If you notice him he just shrugs and asks how your day was
He rolls his eyes at your movie/video game choice when you two spend an evening together but he is secretly impressed by your taste
He feels uncomfortable by the feelings you cause in his chest when you fall asleep on his shoulder
When you sit out on your small rooftop balcony with drinks he is always teasing you for being a lightweight and getting tipsy so soon
When he comes home injured he'd try to pretend he is okay but you *know* him so you insist on taking care of his wounds and he is secretly moved by that
He can't stop staring at the pajamas shorts you are wearing when you come down for breakfast
Me under the table when 😏😂
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I will not be writing Neil Newbon content any longer due to the recent statement from Neil.
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kinktober day IX
pairing; simon x reader
prompt; morning sex
word count; 1.8k
Simon sits slumped back against the pillows, just taking a few moments to admire you. It’s early morning, birds chirping outside the window, your sleeping form laid beside him. Stretched out on your front, he can watch as you back rises and falls with each breath, the covers half kicked from your body throughout the night. He reaches out, pushing hair from your face, gently massaging onto your scalp.
How do each of our boys kiss? :))
simon kisses hard, even in little pecks. wants to feel that ur rly there and not gna disappear. holds a hand on ur arm, or ur own hand. u have to remind him to be gentle, relax, coax him into a slower, more passionate kiss to ease his mind
rob kisses romantic like, gentle, will cradle ur jaw or let his hand palm the side of ur throat, using a thumb to tilt ur head up for him. if it’s just simple kisses, he Must have two to three, never just one, and any more than four turns into a full makeout
nikolai never leaves u with one kiss. like rob, it has to be multiple. everytime though it turns into a short, slow makeout. extremely passionate, doesn’t know really how to feel casual about touching u in any way. has to caress over ur skin, through ur hair
luke is simple, likes quick kisses. on the side of the practice field, when he’s rushing out the door late for some press appearance, when he hands u ur drink whilst settling down to relax in bed. anything more and it’s lazy, grumbles of daily conversation between interrupting liplocks. he’s tired a lot, but still likes to savor the moment with what energy he has
charlie is firm, dominating. will hold ur chin up, gaze into ur eyes with some sweet praises, tell u how pretty u are before giving u a kiss. always in charge of them, guides ur lips against his slow yet deep. other times they’re gentle, when he’s tired and shows his affection is lovey dovey motions, a lazy kiss in bed, hugging u from behind and nudging ur face for a humming kiss
seb is sloppy at first. nervous pecks, inexperienced makeouts. u both learn together, and he prefers to always use tongue. will lick at ur lips, make u giggle while he tries to suck at ur tongue. really drooly, lips smacking as he takes control
hook is the very same at charlie, boring maybe for it being the same, but i see hook and charlie as near carbon copies of each other, except hook shows a lot more emotion and cockiness
anthony kisses like a man starved, a man restrained. it was hard enough for him to hold back after kissing u for the first time, having to keep it sane and soft. he always has to be mindful, give u just a kiss or two, a loving little peck. u whine though and he always gives in, only to u, and soon ur both moaning into each others mouths