#simon x f!reader

[gertreed]

Simon never really wanted children, not that he had anything against them. But he deeply believed he wasn't fit to be a father, he bearly believed he was even capable of love.

But when he found you holding a positive pregnancy test, hands shaking and eyes red from crying, then he realised he had no choice.

Not that he felt bad about this. He was more upset about the fact that this made you upset then about the pregnancy itself.

Of course he took care of you during the whole pregnancy.

And who would've guessed, it turned to be hard to even pull him away from the baby, and the baby wouldn't let him go either.

Small chubby hands gripping and pulling at his hair and face, yet he didn't mind even in the slightest, just kept cooing back at the small baby.

You were pretty sure he put the baby to sleep more times then you did, cooing and talking to it. Telling stories about anything that came to mind, making it more then kid friendly too.

Simon loved to play with the little angel, playing gladly with small blocks and building towers, or perhaps with shiny sparkly unicorns.

He loved the kid so much he even let them eat dirt and sand because, how could he deny them something they obviously so badly need!

You weren't mad at it though, Simon was much calmer now. And he was now able to sleep through nights without yelling out for Johnny.

[rose37373]

The Dressing Room-smut

MDNI 18+ Cw: smut, little long, slight exhibitionism, fingering

Word count: 400ish

You needed new panties desperately. Before every deployment, Simon would fuck you senseless and take the panties you were wearing at that time with him, the smell of sex still lingering. Now, Simon was a responsible man, but he still would wrap your soaked panties around his cock and jerk of to the sight/smell.

and that’s why you were at the store trying some on now. Simon begged to come with you. He begged for you to wait til he got home from deployment so he could go with you. He knew what he was doing. He knew that dressing room would see some things. But he didn’t care.

so that’s how you got here, your back pressed against the full length body mirror with your legs wrapped around his hips as he kissed and bit down your neck. His hips were slowly bucking forward into your clothed pussy, desperate to feel friction. The second he saw you put on those pink lacy panties, still with the tag, all his blood immediately rushed down to his cock, chubbing it up. “D’you like em, Si..?”

“fucking love em, lovie. Fucking love you” he says in that low, gruff voice that makes your thighs clamp as tight as they can get around his hips. That action makes him buck his hips into you once again. Even the strip of paper in the panties for sanitary reasons was soaked. He could feel the wet lace against the bulge in his pants.

“Gonna have to buy these now, lovie” he mumbles into your ear as he slips a finger under the panties and rubbing your clit. “..mgh si.. more” you breathed out. He chuckled and without warning, shoved two fingers inside and fingering your sopping hole, making lewd squelching sounds. “Fuck.. feel s’good for me, sweetheart”.

He shoves a third finger in, knuckle deep into your pussy now, his other hand moves over your mouth to quiet you. “as much as I love your sweet sounds m’gonna need ya to be quiet.” His hand clasped tighter around your mouth as he moved his fingers in and out of your hole. You could see your mess just dripping down his hand and onto the floor. “S-si.. we can’t there’s people outside,” you try to quietly remind him but your words were too incoherent to hear from his hand over your mouth.

Safe to say you two are kicked out of Target now. You’ll have to get panties elsewhere. Once you can walk again at least.

[gertreed]

Simon and his flatmate have an interesting dynamic

He rubbed the sleep off his eyes, expecting you to still be sleeping next to him, though all that came to him was the smell of pancakes. So he decided to pull on his mask, this time not forgetting, and walk into the kitchen.

Where you were flipping pancakes with your gaze down and eyes closed. "Morning." Simon grumbled to you, and you simply nodded.

He walked over to the coffee machine, noticing how you were very obviously avoiding his gaze. He cleared his throat while the machine prepped his coffee.

"So. Why were you in my bed...? I'm not mad... just asking." Simon said as he looked towards you, seeing your cheeks brighten was quite a sight infact.

"I didn't know you were coming back so soon." You mumbled as you flipped another pancake. First normal sentence you had said in the past 12h.

"Were you... drunk?" Simon contiued.

Of course you were drunk, you had went out to try to forget about Simon. Obviously it hadn't worked if you ended up sleeping in his bed and sobbing yourself to sleep because he didn't even show light interest in you. Come on! You walked around the house essentially naked, and he didn't even look at you.

But whatever. "A bit." You finally squeezed out. Wincing at the memory of the night.

"And you were in my bed because...?" Simon continued. It was disturbing him why you had been in his bed, if he didn't know any better he would think you were attracted to him... but that's just outrageous... right? Who could love him.... especially... when....-

"I felt sick when I got home... your bedroom was closer." You lied through your teeth.

He hummed and grabbed his coffee, "Your bedroom is next to the front door." He stated and walked back to his room. You finally opened your eyes to stare at him, you were certain he has a stupid smirk on his face.

"Okay, so what if I wanted, to sleep in your bed, I didn't know you were gonna come back home." You spat at him. God, this man had audacity.

"... why would you wanna sleep in my bed? Your bed in completely fine, seems pretty comfortable." Simon said with a puzzled face.

Is this man seriously this stupid?

"Because I might be attracted to you, if you've noticed my several hints! If you don't like me you can just say that, not act stupid-" you grumbled before cutting yourself off. "You know, whatever, why am I even wasting energy on this if you're obviously gay."

Simon had been staring at you wideeyed this whole time what you obviously didn't notice through your rant. But what did wake him from his daze was you calling him gay. "I'm not gay- not that there's anything wrong with that, but i'm not.... I like women." He mumbled.

You sighed. "Yeah? You clearly don't like me though." You said as you turned off the stove and turned around to fully face him. "Every time you come back from your work, I walk around wearing no trousers. What do you think that means? The heating in this apartment in shit, i would not be freezing my ass off unless it was to show it off."

Simon continued to stare at you with a confused expression. "Your ass is nice." He finally said.

You shook your head. "Eat the pancakes." You said, god, this man was impossible. Truly so.

Meanwhile you were busy cursing him put in your head, his head was racing with what he should do... some part of him wanted to push you away, his job was too risky, his personality too rough, his skills... rusty, to say the least...

He didn't wanna disappoint you.

You deserved the best. And he felt as if he was the minimum.

"When I lose my headache I wanna fuck you." You retorted from the bathroom.

What?

(You're very lucky @floatingintheshire, I almost made this angst, but then I decided it was too short)

[syoddeye]

sorry i’ve been thinking about simon striking out on all fronts, so he decides do a little research and discovers inmate release dates online. he finds records for the girl of his dreams, waits outside the prison for hours, and then barks at her like he’s her long-suffering husband when she walks out. calls her his little jailbird.