Request: Can you do a hc of the reading being Negans daughter, she's like 18 or 20, and her and Simon are fooling around with each other, with a lil smut if that's okay, thank youuu
Being Negan’s daughter had its pros and cons.
One perk was that you could have pretty much whatever you wanted.
Like, you could literally ask Negan for anything and he’d send a dozen of his men to go get it for you.
You had your dad wrapped around your finger, and Negan would do absolutely anything to keep you happy.
However, the cons tended to outweigh the pros.
Negan was a very overprotective dad.
The current apocalypse had only doubled that problem.
He rarely let you go anywhere outside of The Sanctuary.
If Negan didn’t have his eyes on you or know exactly where you were, then you weren’t safe enough.
So, yeah, being Negan’s kid could be madly frustrating.
Negan’s helicopter parenting was the root of most of your fights.
You could understand if you were still a little kid who didn’t have any real understanding of the situation you were in.
But the fact was that you had grown up into a wonderful woman who didn’t need to be watched 24/7.
But in Negan’s eyes, you’d always be his little girl who needed her dad around to keep her safe.
Little did Negan know that his overprotectiveness is what landed you with Simon.
Negan constantly had problems with some of his men trying to flirt with you.
A few of them had been disposed of due to their advances.
Negan was always afraid that someone would try to make a move on you when he wasn’t around.
So, Negan often used Simon to keep an eye on you when Negan couldn’t be around.
You hated it at first, because it was one thing for your dad to be hovering over you all the time.
But when he used someone ELSE to do it?
It was kind of embarrassing.
At first, it consisted of Simon constantly having to hunt you down around The Sanctuary because you would do anything and everything to get away from him.
You felt like you were being suffocated all the time, never being able to do what you wanted to.
And you and Simon would fight literally every day.
“I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” You’d tell him.
“I’m not exactly thrilled about chasing after you all the time either, sweetheart.” He’d reply.
Eventually, though, you gave in.
You’d just follow Simon around on days where he was assigned to you.
And much to your surprise, the two of you actually began to get along.
You began to learn many life skills and things you never could’ve learned on your own.
Simon wasn’t one for silence, so when he was doing something, he’d talk you through it.
“If you run the blade through more slowly, then it won’t get dull as fast.” He said as he showed you how he was sharpening his knife.
“I usually organize inventory from least to most important. The more important stuff is always on the right side.” He told you as he was stocking one of the storage closets.
Soon enough, you knew all the ins and outs of The Sanctuary.
And you and Simon had become super close.
Like, really close.
The two of you suddenly were hanging out even if Negan didn’t tell you to.
If Simon was doing something around camp, then you were without a doubt there too.
Negan never once thought that Simon was beginning to get sweet on you.
To him, it was just double security for keeping you safe.
It didn’t take long for your friendship with Simon to turn romantic.
The flirting was mutual, and it was blatantly obvious.
Simon would admit that he felt a little bad about it at first.
You were extremely young, only being in your early 20s.
But you reminded him (verbally and not) time and time again that you were capable of making your own decisions.
But neither of you dared to let Negan know where your friendship was headed.
Or anyone else for that matter.
You were sneaking around together and avoiding being caught by anyone.
Which mean a lot of secrecy and flying under the radar.
Your talks became longer and more personal.
Suddenly, you were holding hands if no one was around.
Lots of making out in the courtyard late at night and in empty rooms that weren’t used.
Your sex life was super thrilling and very careful.
It seemed that sex took place in all the places that it traditionally shouldn’t.
Storage closets.
The backseat of a vehicle.
Negan’s conference room.
Your “date nights” had to be around The Sanctuary...or until:
“Hey, [Y/N]. I’m heading out on a run. Want to come with?”
You hesitated with a response, because that was Negan’s number one rule when it came to you.
You weren’t allowed to leave The Sanctuary for any reason.
It was a stupid rule, but somehow it was the only one that you followed obediently.
“I’m not allowed to...” You sheepishly told him.
Simon rolled his eyes, taking you by the hand.
“We won’t be long. Come on.”
Before you could protest further, you were in the passenger seat, and Simon was driving you somewhere.
You were like a little kid seeing the world for the first time, your face practically pressed against the glass of the window as you looked at the world passing by as you drove.
You had forgotten what things looked like beyond The Sanctuary, and Simon was living for your excitement.
“Has it really been this long since you’ve left?”
You nodded, explaining that Negan was a bubble wrap parent who didn’t let you do much of anything.
It didn’t take you long to figure out that Simon wasn’t going on a run, but taking you out on an escapeful joyride to get you out of The Sanctuary for a few hours.
Simon was risking his neck just so you could have a few hours of thrill.
If Negan found out that you had left The Sanctuary with Simon, then you’d both be screwed.
But you were too crazy about each other to care about getting caught.
You were both interested in seeing where this relationship would take you.
And it was inevitable that you’d get caught or that Negan would eventually put the pieces together.
Request: Hc: where the reader enters Simon's room and finds him completely naked after leaving the bath and she doesn't know how to react. (this can end in smut or not). p.s: I love your blog Alli 😘
A/N: BAHAHA this idea is so funny, I love it! Thank you sm!
It had been all Negan’s fault.
Negan never asked you to do any kind of personal favors or chores outside of your purview.
So you should’ve been suspicious from the start.
Why couldn’t Simon get his own damn towels?
Why did you have to hand deliver them all the way from the other side of the Sanctuary?
You never minded doing extra little errands here and there.
But it was late at night, you were tired, and really didn’t feel like being a towel girl.
You knocked on Simon’s door three times, waiting for a response.
When you didn’t get one, you knocked again.
Still nothing.
You were impatient, and figured that Simon was out on fence duty or something.
You figured you could leave the folded stack of towels outside of his door.
But there was no telling who might come by and snag them.
So you just...allowed yourself inside.
Turns out that Simon was there.
And he was fully naked.
Like, stark naked.
Not even a pair of socks on.
He was still wet from the shower he had just taken.
The glistening drops of water made his skin even easier to look at.
It almost took all the attention away from his dick.
You froze in place, towels still in hand.
You were looking everywhere but where you probably should’ve been.
Simon wasn’t phased in the slightest.
He was very comfortable with his body.
And the fact that everything he had to offer was on display didn’t bother him at all.
“Eyes up, sweetheart.”
He laughed at your blown pupils and flustered expression.
“I-I...I’m so sorry. Negan told me to bring these and you clearly need them.”
He walked right up to you with a laugh, taking the towels appreciatively.
He was so close to you when he did so, and it took everything in you not to look directly at his dick.
And then the fucker just started having a conversation with you while standing at his dresser with you planted firmly at the door.
As if he wasn’t completely bare in front of you.
You talked to Simon almost everyday.
He WAS one of your best friends after all.
But you had never even seen him naked, let alone tried to have a conversation.
He was having too much fun with this, refusing to get dressed.
You tried to respond as normally as possible, but your mind just couldn’t focus.
“Simon, I can’t talk to you with your dick in my face.”
“It’s not in your face, doll. I’m on the other side of the room.”
You were persistent, begging him to cover up.
He obliged, wrapping one of the towels around his waist.
“Better?”
“Somewhat.”
His VERY toned midriff and bulging muscles were still obvious to you, and the longer you stood there the more aroused you got.
When the conversation died out, you wanted to jump at the shot to get the hell out of there before you said or did something you couldn’t undo.
But you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.
He caught the shift in your intentions, and suddenly he had something else on his mind.
He walked over to you once again, and the temptation to run dissolved away immediately.
“You know, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t. I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“I can see that. I can only wonder why...”
You kissed him then, full of passion and heat.
The towel was gone in seconds, much to your delight.
You made a silent note to thank Negan next time you saw him.
Because maybe there actually was some genius to his madness.
when you can, can you do a Simon age gap smut, where the reader keeps turning down all the boys her age that try to get with her because she likes older men, can older men do it better and cuz ya know Simon is breathtaking, please and thank you
This got lost in my inbox somehow! So sorry for the wait!
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Preferences
Simon x Fem. Reader
Warnings: Smut. Language.
Word Count: 1,651
“Are you saying it’s because I’m attractive?”
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Being in your early twenties is a hard time for anyone. You’re now out of your adolescence years, being thrown into the deep end of adulthood and trying to navigate your way through life. Being thrown in a zombie apocalypse doubled your struggles.
“How many times do I have to tell you no?” You snapped at the puppy eyed guy that had been following you around for the whole day.
Travis was a sweet guy. He meant well and he was always kind to you, but you simply weren’t interested. He was rather persistent that you go out with him or even at least give him a chance. He tried to keep up with your fast pace as you whisked through the hallways.
“Come on, [Y/N]. I’d just like to go out with you sometime,” He attempted to persuade you; “It doesn’t have to be a romantic thing.”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes. That’s what they all said. It always ended up being a romantic thing, and you weren’t sure how many different ways you could turn him down easily before having to get aggressive.
“Travis. I said no and I mean no.” You said, stopping your fast walk and hoping he’d catch the sharp edge in your tone.
Defeated and dejected, Travis let out a heavy sigh and hung his head. He pushed past you to go sulk for the rest of the day. You didn’t like hurting anyone’s feelings, but sometimes the men around the Sanctuary just couldn’t take a hint. You leaned against the nearest wall, rubbing your forehead stressfully.
There weren’t many younger Saviors here. There were maybe 15 or so that were actually close to your age, and you had turned down probably about 8 of them over the course of your time at the Sanctuary. You just didn’t feel attraction towards any of them. You heard heavy footsteps approaching, accompanied with a low whistle.
“Damn, sweetheart. That’s the third one this week you’ve turned down.” The familiar voice bellowed.
You looked to see Simon striding towards you, his hand motioning to Travis who he had just passed by. You groaned.
“He’s the most stubborn one yet.” You announced, feeling a slight blush as Simon took the vacant spot next to you on the wall.
Truth was, if there were any man at the Sanctuary that you wanted the attention of, it was the infamous right-hand man. Simon was a real man. He was built, strong, intelligent, charming, and devilishly handsome. You had a gut feeling that he knew his way around a woman. If only there was a way you could put your theory to the test.
“Travis is a great guy.” Simon noted.
“Yeah, and so is Alan, Ron, and Cedric,” You said, referring to the other guys you had shut down; “I’m just not interested.”
“You know, most women would be flattered at the amount of attention you get.” Simon pointed out, crossing his arms and looking over at you with his dark brown eyes.
You could smell his cologne. It was faint, but it was heavenly.
“Yeah, but is it because they’re actually interested or because I’m the only available woman around?” You questioned aloud.
You were well aware that (other than Negan’s wives, who were strictly off limits) you were pretty much the only young, spry woman around. The Sanctuary was of male majority, and most of them were incredibly sexually frustrated, especially the younger ones.
“I was that age once. Trust me, there’s other reasons.” Simon said boldly, a grin appearing on his face.
You scoffed, but hid the deepening blush on your face. He was one smooth charmer.
“Are you saying it’s because I’m attractive?” You suggested, really hoping that’s what he meant.
He shrugged.
“Maybe. I mean, if I were in their shoes, I’d try like hell to even get you to spare me a passing glance,” He admitted; “I’m not so sure you’d want to get involved with me though. I’m not exactly 25 anymore.”
You felt a spark of thrill. You had a chance. This chance was too good and too perfect to pass up.
“You might be surprised.” You flirted, trying not to sheepishly smile.
He was surprised. He turned his frame towards you as realization washed over him.
“You saying that you have a thing for older guys?” He pondered.
“Maybe.” You repeated what he had said slyly.
He smirked, a dark chuckle erupting from his chest. He leaned his arm against the wall, drawing closer to you. He was dangerously close. Your lips almost touching.
“I thought I was crazy for thinking that you’re always eye fucking me,” He chided; “I guess my old intuition is still in working order.”
You laughed, slipping just your fingertips into his waistband. This is what you were interested in.
“I wonder what else of yours is in ‘working order’.” You hinted.
He hummed lowly.
“You sure you want to go for it?” He asked for consent.
“Hell yes.” You replied immediately.
His lips crashed into yours, rough kisses that were hungry and unexpected. His hands were under your ass in seconds, hoisting you around his waist and carrying you to his room that wasn’t too far from the hallway you were in. You were making out like a mad, horny teenage couple that hadn’t seen each other for a long summer. You had never been in his room before, but you didn’t care much for looking around at his decor.
He tossed you onto the bed, earning a squeak from you when your back hit the mattress. Both of your clothes were strewn across the room, your naked bodies pressed against one another warmly. His lips were hot on your neck as he sucked harsh hickeys, the slight pain and immense pleasure were a perfect mix. Your moans and the sounds of his lips on your skin were the only sounds in the room.
“You’re already so wet.” He said, reaching and rubbing slow circles onto your clit.
You whimpered out, his fingers working magic on your sensitive sex. He slipped two of his fingers inside of you, his fingers curled and massaged your inner walls, feeling how she was coated with slickness. You had almost forgotten that this was supposed to be about him, but that didn’t stop you from rolling your hips as you began to grind into his fingers.
“Shit. Oh...” You breathed out as he pumped his fingers and curled mercilessly.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He growled into your ear; “You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming of seeing you like this. You deserve someone who knows what they’re doing to make you feel good.” He said, bringing you close to the beginning of your climax.
But you didn’t want to finish just yet. You stilled his hand, making him withdraw his fingers. He looked you dead in the eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. You felt prideful when he did so.
You purposefully moaned in his ear, sending him over the edge. He was between your knees, having your legs around his waist in seconds. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you firmly around him. He scanned over your naked body that was sprawled out on the bed.
Seeing you laid out underneath him, squirming with expectation was arousing and maddening. There were so many things that you did (some intentional and some not) that drove him absolutely wild. You way you bit your lower lip whenever you caught him staring at you, only using your imagination to wonder what he was thinking when he looked at you.
He pushed his shaft through your folds, relishing and groaning at the feel of you once more. Your alluring sigh signaled him to start moving, pulling out and back in at a rapid pace. Your inviting sounds were music to his ears.
You pushed your body down to meet each of his thrusts, allowing him to hit just the right spot. You could feel the pent up tension that he had built up with each rough entrance back into you. He held your hands above your head, his other hand pinning your hips to the mattress.
He pulled out again and one particular slam back into you caused you to moan louder than normal, causing Simon to speed up even more. Your chest bouncing with his every thrust. You were completely focused on the feeling of him dragging in and out of you. He let out a noise that resembled a growl that sent vibrations all through your body. Every cell in your body felt like it might combust with pleasure.
“You’re such a good girl. Taking me so well,” He said thrusting hard and pounding back into you; “I didn’t know what I’d been missing out on.”
Your face was contorted with ecstasy and pleasure. He watched how your breasts bounced every time he railed back into you, your loud sounds were music to his ears.
“You feel so fucking good. There’s no way Travis could’ve fucked me this good.” You praised, meeting his thrusts halfway.
Simon moved your leg over his shoulder and pounded into you even harder now. You almost cried out at the new angle. Your other leg tightened around him, his dick twitching deep within you.
You involuntarily clenched around him with a pitchy cry, releasing and hitting your high. He felt his own spiral, thrusting a time or two more and spilled his release into you. He groaned in solace, pulling out of you. Your hearts were pounding and your minds were racing. You looked up at him and smiled with joy as the look of euphoria in his eyes. You persuaded him to fall next to you so he didn’t totally collapse.
Can I get some age gap Simon smut, like shes want him super rough with her but he think she wont be able to handle, but she takes all that he give her and more, please and thank you, if you can
I KNEW THE DAY WOULD COME WHERE SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS. AMAZING.
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Rough Encounters
Simon x Fem. Reader
Warnings: Language, Smut.
Word Count: 3,003
“Make no mistake, I’ve seen plenty.”
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“You’re staring at him again.” Arat said plainly, not looking up from her knife in her hand.
She dragged the blade of her knife along the stick she had picked up, peeling away at the skin on the dead branch. You were leaning against one of the outside walls of the Sanctuary, shifting back and forth on your feet to keep warm. You and Arat were on fence duty, one of the most dull jobs on the planet. You were both trying to entertain yourselves with whatever you had on hand, since nothing really ever happened when you were on a fence shift.
Fence duty was always worse during the winter, because it was always freezing which made standing around watching chained up walkers even more miserable. However, with the dirty thoughts that were running through your mind, you were surprised you weren’t blazing warm.
“Do you think he’s any good in bed?” You asked, not looking away from the man from across the way that you were looking at.
Arat stopped slicing the stick and made a face of annoyed disgust.
“Oh my God. Not this again.” She groaned, recalling the last time you had brought this up.
You laughed at her reaction, removing your gaze from Simon. It was true, and even you wouldn’t deny it, you had the hots for the right-hand man. You had never been drawn to anyone like him before. He was tall, fit, strong, and very charismatic. Not to mention, he was at least 15 years older than you. You weren’t completely sure of his age, but you knew he had to be at least in his mid-thirties. You always ballparked him to be somewhere between 36 and 42, but it really made no difference to you.
“It’s a fair question.” You defended yourself.
She cocked her head at you, leaning forward on the makeshift bucket she was sitting.
“No, no, no. It is NOT a fair question, nor a conversation I want to have,” She scowled, tossing the stick aside; “You don’t have to see him everyday. I don’t want to think of your weird obsession with him every time we’re in a room together.”
“I’m not obsessed. I just want to fuck him.” You said very bluntly.
Arat let out a shriek and brought her hands to cover her ears.
“You damn kids and your high sex drives. My God...do you ever think before you bestow your dirty thoughts onto innocent bystanders?” She questioned, her eyes dead set on her feet.
You threw your hands out in mockery, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Arat, I’m closer to your age than his.” You pointed out.
She nodded furiously.
“Exactly! Which is why you shouldn’t want to bang him.” She argued.
You snorted.
“We’ve talked about sex a million times. Why does me and him bother you?” You queried, a devious smirk appearing on your face; “Do you know something I don’t know?”
Arat slowly turned her head to look at you. She removed her hands from her ears, staring at you blankly as if she were trying to process what you were insinuating.
“Oh, no you don’t! You do not get to make that joke. I have never, I repeat, NEVER had sex with him,” She shrilled; “Never have, never will.”
You laughed out loud, almost doubling over at her urgency.
“I’m the youngest Savior here. No one is that close to my age anyways,” You told her; “But I mean, come on. Have you SEEN him? Those thighs? Those arms?”
She hissed in disapproval, desperately wanting to end this conversation. She leapt up from where she sat, rubbing her frigid hands together.
“Absolutely not. Listen, if you want to get freaky in the sheets with him, then go ahead. If I had a body like yours then I’d put it to good use. Just don’t damage my image of him further,” She instructed; “By the way, it looks like you might’ve gotten his attention.”
You casually glanced over your shoulder to see Simon looking at you with his dark brown eyes. You gave him a flashy grin, which prompted him to make his way over to you. You and Arat still had another hour on fence duty, but she was not going to stick around for this.
“I’ll, uh, leave you to it.” She announced, scuttling away before she had to witness the possibly sinful things about to come out of your mouth.
Simon swaggered over to you, your breath getting caught in your throat. Oddly enough, you had developed a friendship with Simon over the last year. You enjoyed his company, much more than just ogling over him all the time.
“Hi, Simon.” You greeted nicely.
“[Y/N],” He acknowledged you with a grin; “Looks like you lost your partner there.” He said, referring to Arat’s leave.
You shrugged.
“She was cold. I told her I could handle things out here,” You lied; “Mind taking her place?”
His grin morphed into more of a smirk, taking the adjacent spot next to you on the wall. His shoulder just barely touched yours, a flush of heat washing over you. You had to keep it together.
“Since when does Negan put you on fence duty?” You wondered aloud.
Simon rarely ever took a shift to watch the fences, considering that Negan wanted his services elsewhere. You were shocked that he was out here.
“Mark’s sick. I had to cover for him.” He claimed.
“You sure he’s not with Amber?” You chimed.
Simon’s brows raised slightly. Everyone, except Negan, knew that Amber was still sneaking around with Mark even though she was technically Negan’s wife. You had seen Simon cover for Mark before, so you knew this was no different.
“How’d you know?” He asked.
“Amber and I are close. She told me.”
Amber was one of Negan’s younger wives, but she still managed a relationship with Mark. You always hoped that Negan would never find out. More for Mark’s sake than Amber’s.
“We make sacrifices sometimes.” He said dryly, not really wanting to discuss how he had gone behind Negan’s back.
You nodded, but a sneaky smile appeared on your face.
“You know, Amber tells me a lot about Mark.” You began.
Simon was intrigued to see where you were going with this.
“Oh, yeah?” He prompted.
You nonchalantly picked at the chipped fingernail polish on your nails, as if you weren’t really aware of what you were saying.
“Yep. I never would’ve taken Mark to be much of a rough lover if Amber hadn’t told me all about it.” You spoke.
Simon stiffened a little. Neither of you had ever really talked about sex. You had mentioned previous partners and things like that, but nothing like this. You noticed his eyes were not on your face. You were wearing shorts, despite the cold weather. His eyes raked over your legs...your hips...your waist. You gave a sultry laugh. You knew he looked at you the same way you did him.
“You act like you’ve never seen a woman before.” You said suddenly.
His eyes flickered back to yours, feeling his nerves become a little more sensitive at the way your eyelashes fluttered. He chuckled lowly.
“Make no mistake, I’ve seen plenty.” He replied.
You weren’t shocked at that. You had a gut feeling that Simon knew his way around a woman. Still, you faked a stunned look.
“Have you? Hmm...” You hummed thoughtfully.
He raised a brow, turning to you.
“Don’t believe me?” He prodded.
You gave a slight shrug. You knew you could get him riled up enough for him to cave, but he wouldn’t make it easy.
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He had to admit, he was shocked that you were hitting on him in such a bold way. He always assumed you’d go for Negan over him. He was thrilled, but he wasn’t going to show it.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.” He chaffed.
You pushed your shoulders back a little to stand up a little straighter, but not moving from your casual position against the wall. His voice had lowered an octave or two, which was a little maddening.
“Oh, I think I do.” You returned with the same confident tone.
He laughed incredulously, his eyes darting around before settling back on you.
“How old are you?” He questioned.
He knew you were the youngest person at the Sanctuary, so the fact that this encounter was even happening was boggling his head a little bit. You raised a brow and lowered it. You had a feeling this was going to come up.
“22.” You answered.
He let out a low whistle. It had been a long time since he had fucked anyone that young. The last time he had gotten with a 22 year old was when he was that age. Needless to say, he had a couple decades of experience under his belt by this point.
“So you’re young and eager, huh?” He chided.
You scoffed, a bit offended at his words.
“You underestimate me.” You spoke.
He hummed.
“I don’t play nice. I play rough,” He purred; “You think you can handle that?”
He didn’t think you could. He was seriously doubtful that you’d make it past the foreplay without tapping out. You stood from the wall, standing so close that the tips of your shoes touched his.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” You suggested playfully.
He stared at you for another moment before crashing his lips roughly to yours. He brought his hand up and grabbed a fistful of your hair. He backed you into the inside of the Sanctuary, pushing you up against the nearest wall. His hand was still in your hair, yanking your head back and sucking hard on your neck. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but enough to surely get your attention and send waves of pleasure through you. He growled low in his throat and continued to nip at your neck.
“I can have my way with you,” He announced, his voice muffled in the skin of your neck; “I can make a hell of a lot prettier noises come out of you too.”
“I want to see you try.” You tried to say confidently, but it came out more of a desperate whine.
You let out a surprised gasp when he suddenly kissed you again, nothing short of rough and hot. You let out a hum, and he pulled back and looked at you with so much lust that you felt a shiver travel down your spine. His hands were tight and firm on your waist, keeping you completely pressed against him. His pupils were blown twice their usual size.
He pulled you from the wall, not letting your lips leave his. Normally, he’d at least make it to his bedroom, but he wanted to see just how risky you wanted to get. He navigated you into the stairwell, somewhere that was somewhat public, but isolated too.
“You scared Negan’s gonna find us?” You questioned with a sneer.
He stared at you in disbelief. He had to admit, you were holding up better than he thought. He pressed his back against the wall, getting right into it.
“Get on your knees.” He commanded.
He was being intimidating, but it was only more thrilling for you. You smirked as you slowly sank to the floor, your knees hitting the concrete. You looked away for a split second to get situated, but his hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“Eyes on me.” He said, looking down at you.
You looked up at him, eyes shining with desire and expectation. His gaze studied your every move and expression. You went to quickly put your hair up, but he stopped you.
“Don’t touch your hair.” He said, holding it up himself.
You ran your hands over his hips, trailing to his pants. You unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He sprung forth in front of you, and he moved one hand to the top of your head. You eyed his tip for a millisecond, so quickly that he didn’t even notice your break of eye contact. You left a kiss on his tip, earning a groan from him.
You put your mouth over his length, suddenly gagging when he shoved your head further into his crotch. He pulled out.
“You better take it.” He said, shoving back into your mouth again.
You were prepared this time, swallowing around him and working through the reflex. You sucked and kissed, a moan escaping from the man above you. His grip was unchanged on your head, but his fingers were stroking gently. His words came out a bit mumbled as he continued to slam back into your mouth.
“Shit...you’ve done this before.” He muttered.
You hummed in affirmation, grinning around him. His hand in your hair pulled your head back and he rocked his hips roughly into your mouth. Then pulled back and rocked into you over and over. You sucked and ran your tongue along his shaft, kissing each time you made your way back to the tip. He was fighting the urge to praise you, but it slipped out. You felt THAT good around him.
“Such a good girl…” He breathed; “You’re so pretty on your knees for me.”
You stopped sucking for a second, offering a praise of your own.
“I have to say, you’re bigger than I thought.” You said, taking him back into your mouth.
He rolled his hips into you again in response, you almost giggled at the way his eyes rolled back into his head. He thrusted a few more times before removing himself from your mouth, watching you swallow his pre-ejaculation. You noticed the fire in his eyes had returned.
He pulled you from the floor forcefully, snatching the zipper down on your shorts. He stopped cold when he realized you hadn’t been wearing anything underneath it the entire night. You fought the urge to grin at his face. His eyes raked over you, he was hungry for you.
“Seems I’ve forgotten something. It slipped my mind, I suppose.” You grinned.
His expression was dead serious, as he pulled you to his half-naked body. You began to unbutton his shirt, whipping it off of him in a flash. He removed your shirt and bra, taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around your soft flesh, you held back a high-pitched moan. Which made Simon stop.
“You scared Negan’s gonna hear you?” He mocked; “I want to hear you.”
He took your other nipple into his mouth as you let out a loud groan. He gripped one of your shoulders, spinning you to where you were against the wall. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around him. He licked his fingers, quickly lubricating you. He was moving so fast and so precisely that you knew one thing for sure.
He wasn’t going to go easy on you.
His hands gripped the backs of your thighs to hold you steady. He lined himself up and pressed into you finally. Your heart fluttered at the feeling you had been craving for so long now. He pulled out almost completely and slammed hard back into you. He didn’t even wait for you to get adjusted to his size, but it didn’t take you long. You raised one of your arms above your head, pressing your palm into the wall behind you.
“Oh, God. Yes, Simon.” You huffed out.
He knew now that you were much more experienced than he formerly realized.
“You feel so good.” You panted, bringing your other hand to the back of his head.
He held you higher for that, giving him a better angle so he could go deeper. Simon then slid out and slammed in as far as he could, groaning at the feeling and the sounds you were making. Delicious noises were coming from both of you, pure feelings of ecstasy and desire. He began to fuck you hard and fast until the sounds of your cries and his moans were echoing off of the walls. He sucked a hard hickey into your neck, moving even faster at your pleasure filled moans.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know what’s going on in that head of yours,” He grunted; “Wondering what it would feel like for an older guy to fuck you senseless.”
“Please, Si.” You pleaded.
“What, baby?” He purred.
“Harder.” You said, not even able to string a sentence together.
He was totally stunned now, not even sure he had heard you right. He obliged though, pounding so hard into you that you moaned each time he went back in. He’d be surprised if you could even walk tomorrow.
“Is this what you wanted?” He huffed, feeling his release building fast.
“Yes. Oh, fuck yes.” You confirmed.
In response, he rubbed hard circles on your clit. A new round of whimpers escaping your chest. The hot coil in your belly was growing quickly. He could feel it. He sped up his pace, feeling you tighten around him as you released.
He slammed into you again, his cock pulsing hard before filling you completely. He groaned into your shoulder as he came. Your final squeak announced your finish as well, your body going limp around him.
Your mind was reeling. You never thought he’d be able to do that. Your breathings were erratic and fast, as you tried to recover. He rested his forehead against yours. He kissed you lazily, knowing that this wasn’t the last time this would happen.
“I have to admit that you were right.” He said after a few moments.
You looked at him with flushed cheeks, your head in a total fog. You smiled.
Summary: Ayyyy can you write some Simon smut where he sleeps with Rick's daughter on a visit to Alexandria and they get caught? I love your writing BTW
Warnings: cliche title, smut, getting caught (and this is kind of short, sorry, trying to get back into the swing of things)
sorry i’ve been gone so long! new writings to come!
You knew the moment you saw him that you wanted him. He wasn't necessarily conventionally attractive, but the hard muscle hidden under his clothes lit a fire in your belly. You knew it was wrong to sleep with the enemy, but you couldn't help it. It'd been so long, and with your dad keeping a constant eye on you and your brother, you knew you had only a few chances to make it work. The main problem lied in his leader: Negan. Negan had eyes and ears everywhere, and you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to spill your dirty secrets to your father.
And yet, another problem. Negan sometimes sent Simon to collect, but you never knew when that was but, of course, you were hoping it was Simon's.
That being said, you were hiding. Not deliberately, but you made an effort to leave the open grounds of Alexandria as soon as you saw the trucks pull up. Truth be told, you were scared of Negan, and if he were to pull up alongside Simon, you knew you'd say something incriminating.
So here you were, in the quaint little kitchen, cleaning what you'd already cleaned over and over again. It proved to be a decent distraction, especially when all you heard was the Saviors outside raising hell.
You heard the door open, and you assumed it was either your dad or Carl, so you didn't pay them any mind. But when you felt an arm slink around your waist, you gasped. You felt yourself be spun around, and your heart rate sped up.
"Simon," you gasped, relief flooding your veins.
"You hiding from me, baby girl?" A smirk lined his face, mustache lifting at the corners. You felt your face heat up, and you ducked your head.
"No, I... why—why would I do that?" He hooked a finger under your chin, meeting your eyes.
"Don't go all shy on me now, cupcake. You were very eager last time," your mind flashed back to a few weeks ago, when Simon planted a kiss on you like you'd never had in your life, and then left. He seemed to be thinking what you were thinking, and slammed his lips against yours. It was different than last time, hotter, his hands mapping your body, grabbing at his favorite parts. You moaned, and he swallowed it, rendering you silent. He began grabbing at your shirt, ripping it from your body in one fell swoop. You grabbed at his shirt, undoing the buttons as he stripped you of your bra, sucking at your nipple as you tore it off of him. He turned you around, and you braced yourself over the stove, hands gripping at the edge as he tore your pants down your legs.
"No panties? Well, you are a dirty whore." He chuckled, giving you a slap on the ass. You squeaked, moaning as you heard him undo his pants and hit the floor around his ankles. He rubbed a finger through your folds, moaning at your wetness, before rubbing at your clit. It was your turn to moan, especially when he rubbed his cock at your entrance.
"You want it, baby? You want my cock?"
You moaned out a strangled, "please," and he chuckled, giving into you. He slid into you slowly, hand moving to tangle into your hair, tugging roughly. He picked up his pace, and you moaned loudly as his lips latched onto your neck, sucking in a bruise.
"Simon, harder, please," you felt him smile against your skin, slapping his hips against yours harder. His free hand moved to your clit, rubbing you softly, making you buck your hips back. The new position made him hit your g-spot with ease, and you cried out, panting as he pounded into you.
"Come for me, baby, come all over my cock."
With a cry of his name, you came, milking his cock. You heard him let out a string of curses, then stop thrusting, emptying himself into you.
He leant over, resting his chest on your back, panting in your ear. It took you both a moment to recover, and when he pulled out, you groaned, feeling empty.
You both took time to put your clothes back on, and you helped him button up his shirt. When you got to the last button, you looked up, seeing the grin on his face. He gripped you by the jaw, planting a strong kiss onto your lips. You heard the front door open, and you panicked, but Simon didn't seem to mind.
"Y/N! What the hell?"
Simon pulled back at the sound of your dad's voice, smirking at you. "I'll be back for you, baby." And with a wink, he was gone, leaving you with a ferociously angry Rick Grimes.
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