#sub simon

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Random fluffy/horny drabble I had about Simon during my psychology class...

NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, I WILL CHECK!!!!

Imagine just pampering Simon with love and attention after everything that has happened, both of you laying down together as you press kiss after kiss onto his face, your hands gently combing through his hair—sometimes even looping one of his curls around your finger. He'll let out a small groan of satisfaction, as he stares at you with loving droopy eyes..

Simon leaning into every touch of yours, sometimes even returning the kisses, just to hear you chuckle when the scruff of his beard tickle your face.

He falls asleep so easily when you shower and pamper him in love, watching as his eyes get droopier as time passes, until he's eventually knocked out, quiet snores being the only sound in the room.

On some days though...the usual pampering doesn't satisfy him enough, he'll want to be closer to you. Becoming needier, his arm holding onto you will tighten, hiding his face in the junction of your neck—placing gentle kiss all along the skin. And if you listen closely, you can hear quiet whines coming from him.

Sometimes he might bite if he's feeling needy enough...

Letting your hands roam, down, down down, down past his neck, down past his chest, down past his abdomen, until you stop at the hem of his shirt, playing with the fabric for a bit before letting your hands slip underneath the fabric.

He loves the feeling of your touch against his bare skin, his face flushing as he shivers at the warmth that your hands radiate, his skin greedily sucking in all the heat, goosebumps forming wherever your hands feel.

Letting your hands merely roam around his abdomen, simple touches really, before you move up to the main prize; his chest. His chest is so sensitive to your touch, as he lets out a gasp when you gently squeeze his tits, thumbing the hardening nipples. He'll push his chest more into your touch, his way of asking for a more...rougher treatment.

His shirt riding up, giving you more easy access to his chest, leaning in close as you simply lick at the skin surrounding the bud, before taking it in your mouth. Simon always loses his mind whenever you do that, his arm repositioning to the back of your head to keep you there, as he lets out soft moans, mouth dropping open with his eyes tightly closed as he's consumed by the pleasure. He is no longer able to think, his brain oozing out of his ears as his mind repeats "more, more, more", hips bucking up.

And if you nip or suck on his nipples, you will get a very positive reaction—as he'll arch up, a plethora of noises leaving his lips, begging for more of you

He looks so gorgeous like this, his face shiny with sweat in the low light with some of his unruly hair sticking to his cheeks and forehead, his face flushed a downright lovely shade of bright pink, and the expression he wears...god he looks so ruined.

You always wondered if you can ruin him even further, to the point he will only say your name...another time

With your other arm, you'll sneak it under his pants and past his briefs, snaking your hand around his dick and slowly pump it, switching to his other nipple. He'll let out a sob, his pleasure increasing as the knot rapidly becomes tighter and tighter with every pump you give. You'll know he's close when his hips start to buck wildly into your hold, begging and babbling incoherent words

It's a beautiful sight to see when he comes, his back arching into you as his head is thrown back, sweat glistening in the low light as his moans and sobs echo off the walls, his spend covers your hand and seeps into his briefs.

You'll help him ride out the high, just until he begins to whimper, hips twitching away. The aftercare is simple, whispering praise and pressing kisses anywhere you can and cleaning him up to the best of your ability. You can see him melting, as he watches you with that loving look of his, as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

This shit is so ass but my god did I need to write about his tiddies, pardon the grammar mistakes I say to myself as I ignore that I'm literally taking an advanced thinking class

Edit: here's another part for you thirsty ppl

[deepdivinedarling]

Trying Something — a Simon drabble (NSFW)

Ship: Simon | The Convict x Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags: sub!Simon, dom!reader, gender neutral reader, teasing, body worship, foreplay, ass slapping, mentions of anal sex/pegging, nipple play, praise kink, begging, hair pulling, slight humiliation

Asking Simon if you can try something, then fully undressing him only to run your hands over his body repeatedly without touching his dick. He’s so obedient, just lying there and shivering at the feeling of your fingertips tracing his skin. Even as he gets hard and his breathing speeds up, he stays still, letting you do what you want. You scratch softly up his thighs, smooth your hands over his hips and in towards his happy trail. He’s tensing, breathing hard in anticipation as your fingers trail up his abdomen, moving to squeeze his pecs. Your fingernails dig in and Simon exhales shakily. You pinch and tweak his nipples, rolling them between your thumb and index finger, and he arches his back into the contact. He’s said please before, but he’s never truly begged for you to touch him. You want to make him beg tonight.

You twist his nipples sharply with both hands, making him let out a quiet whine, before moving your hands down to rub and caress his sides, his hips. You squeeze the flesh there as you move up and down, and Simon shudders. He still hasn’t shown any signs of protest. He’s being so good for you even through the teasing. Your hands return to his thighs, squeezing and leaving crescent shaped marks in the shape of your nails. He doesn’t resist when you push his legs open to look between them. His cock is slick, precum dripping down the shaft and blooming from his tip. The liquid is smearing onto his happy trail, the skin of his belly, as his cock stands straight up. He’s already desperate; if his dick isn’t enough of an indication, then the pained expression on his face should be.

You rub his trembling inner thighs. “So good for me.” You know that praise usually makes Simon fold, and tonight is no exception.

“Are you gonna touch me?” His voice comes out uncertain, raspy.

“I am touching you,” you reply, smoothing out the downy hair on his legs. His eyes go wide, pleading, as he looks up at you from the bed.

“You know what I mean,” he protests, clenching his fists in the sheets in frustration.

“Tell me what you mean,” you tell him. “How do you want me to touch you, Simon?”

“I want you to stroke my dick,” he mumbles tentatively. “Please.” It’s been years since he’s been on Eden, but the purity culture has stuck with him somewhat. He’s still working on overcoming the shame, but his desire for your touch usually overpowers any negative feelings. Still, it took a while for the two of you to get to this point.

“There you go,” you say. “I’ll touch your cock soon. Just be patient for a bit longer, sweetheart.” You press a kiss to his cheek, and he lets out a half-groan, half-whine, and sits up on the bed. So needy. He always has been, and you prefer it that way.

“I need it so bad.” The admission comes out as a whisper.

“I know,” you soothe him. “Just wait a little longer and I’ll give you what you need.”

Simon hates begging you. It feels like he’s pushing your boundaries, even though you’ve reassured him that you like it when he begs. He hates waiting even more, knowing that you’re withholding your touch on purpose. You don’t mean to tease him. You love to prolong the foreplay, to kiss and touch his every feature, to worship his skin and his body like he deserves. And Simon likes it too, up to a certain point, when his body is begging for release, to be in your hand, your mouth, inside you. A lot of the time, you become impatient too, and end up giving in to your own desire to touch him.

Your hands move from his legs to his back, scratching long stripes down his shoulder blades in a steady rhythm. Simon hisses out a breath. He hasn’t made a move to touch you or himself, too overly respectful to try it. But he’s pent up, you can tell. One day you’ll get to a point where he’s not afraid to be a little disobedient, to stop worrying over his every action. As you trail your hands down his arms, squeezing his biceps, he leans his head onto your shoulder and huffs out a sigh.

You rub in between his shoulder blades. “So patient, baby. Doing so well.”

Simon presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Please,” he murmurs against your skin. “I want you.” He moves to plant kisses on your collarbone and neck, taking his time to mark up the area, and you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

“I want you too,” you whisper. You’re getting impatient to touch him, but you want to extend the touching a little longer. “Come here.” You pull Simon into your lap so that he’s straddling your thighs, his hard cock sitting in between the two of you. It bobs against your stomach, smearing precum onto your skin, and he groans at the contact, bucking his hips upwards for more friction. But you hold his hips down so he can’t get any stimulation. It’s not time yet. He whines at the loss of contact and you shush him, smoothing a hand through his hair. “Not yet.”

Simon buries his head into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your torso. He’s squeezing you hard, trying to maintain the shred of self-control he has left to not rut into you.

“Fuck.” The word is long and drawn out, laced with frustration. You know he gets irritated when you tease him for this long, but he never defies you, and he can never stay mad. Once you start touching him, he practically turns to putty, bending to your every whim.

“Just a little more,” you tell him. Your hands smooth down his back and come down to squeeze his ass. Simon’s breath hitches and his back arches into the touch. You’ve only done this a couple of times, but he’s reacted the same way. He enjoys the touch begrudgingly; the embarrassment and emasculation lingers despite the arousal it brings him. You’ll work through it with him eventually. Kneading his asscheeks, you spread them apart and squeeze them again, eliciting a choked-up noise from the back of his throat. Letting go momentarily, you bring your hand back and let it come down, smacking his ass. Simon whimpers into your neck, and the noise goes straight to your crotch. You glance down between the two of you to find that his cock is soaked with precum. You don’t think you’ve ever seen it this slick.

“You’re so wet, honey,” you say softly. “You like it when I slap your ass?”

“Mhm,” Simon replies. His face is hot against your neck and you can tell he’s blushing hard. He squirms in place, hips gyrating but not making any contact with your skin.

You bring down your other hand harder, and he yelps. You rub the area soothingly before bringing both hands down to cup his asscheeks, jiggling the fat and muscle and watching it move from over his shoulder. He groans in embarrassment, but doesn’t try to move away or ask you to stop, only buries his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“So good,” you tell him, repeating your previous praise. You lean down and push Simon’s hair back to whisper in his ear. “You gonna let me fuck your ass one day?”

He gasps, and you pull him back by his hair to see his reaction. His face is pleasantly flushed and his eyes are wide, pupils blown.

“Y—yeah,” he stammers, struggling to make eye contact with you. You tug his hair at the roots.

“Look at me, Simon. Do you want that?” Your expression is serious. “You can say no, y’know.” You let go of his hair.

“I wanna try it,” he admits.

“Okay.” you nod, mouth forming a smirk. “We can try it sometime.”

“Okay,” Simon says softly.

“I’ll be gentle with you your first time,” you tell him. “Open you up real slow. How’s that sound?”

“Fuck—so good,” he groans, bucking his hips into the air. “I just—I need you to touch me right now. Please.”

“Alright, baby,” you whisper. “I’ll touch you now. I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do to you, okay?”

“Mhm,” he murmurs, tucking his head back between your shoulder and neck. His breath speeds up in anticipation, and when your hand snakes down and wraps around his cock, his body jerks and he cries out in pleasure.

[ohcroculus]

simon is not sure how to say it because he's so used to being the dominant one that even saying it seems... wrong.

he doesn't want to admit it. how could he, even? he feels even insecure about it.

it's just an idea, he says to himself. just a dirty idea.

but everytime you two are in the 69 position he tries to supress how hard he gets for thinking that one day you could ask to eat his ass.

he won't say yes. but... he is not sure if he will say no.

[jellyfishoreo1206]

This is @1iterallyaposer's fault. HOW DARE THEE, YOU WHORE!!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT, I CHECK!!!!!!

FISTING AND SOUNDING SIMON

holy shit the thoughts have been growing since this idea was pitched to me....ANYWAY!!!!!

Going off from my last post, Simon has his moments where he gets needy for your attention, especially after the events of the movie, just wanting some good ol' loving. And in that post, I also wrote how Simon also likes it a little rough...so lets dive straight into fisting!

Now, Simon usually doesn't bottom often, it didn't start right off the bat after all. It started gradually, with him discovering what he liked and what he didn't like.

Curiosity was also a fueling factor to this. First with him wanting to bottom then with him slowly cozying up to the idea of you fingering him.

At first, he would only ask for one finger, but one eventually wasn't enough for him, so he asked for two, then three, then four, until all five fingers were thrusting in and out at a slow place that just stretches the walls of his hole justtttt right. Just hearing as he lets out loud whimpers, whines, and sobs as more and more of your hand slowly and carefully inserts more of itself deeper and deeper.

LOTSSS of lube was used to get up to this point, and a few breaks in-between to check up on him (taking care of your sexual partner is CRUCIAL!!!)

And when your hand (or a part of your forearm, use your imagination) is finally nestled deep within him, he'll just, want to feel how deep you are in him. Resting like that together as he savors the feeling of the stretch against his walls. And to also combat the oncoming orgasm he has been fighting off through the entire process, watching as his dick throbs and twitches in sync with his heavy breathing, as he barely makes sense of what is happening through the haze of pleasure. (It's 50/50 whether he cums like that or not, even if he does he doesn't mind a little overstimulation ;3)

He will be whimpering. He will be sobbing as he rolls his hips back onto your hand to feel the pressure, his hole pulsing and throbbing like crazy with his neglected dick absolutely dripping a puddle of pre-cum onto the surface below him

BEGS you to move, doesn't care what the pace is he just wants to chase the edge that's just right there! He arches so pretty when you do too, eyes rolled to the back of his head as his mouth lets out nonsensical babbling, his drool making a mess of everything.

And if you press even the smallest amount of pressure against his prostate? You will be awarded with the sight of him cumming all over himself/everything, as he lets out the prettiest moans and cries of your name leaving his mouth for all of space to hear <3

Oh I almost forgot. Have him pinned down and bent over a table or some shi when fisting him, he goes insane for it <3

Okay now onto sounding. Admittedly, sounding is a very risky practice that when doing it, you have to understand the possible risks such as infection, long-term complications, and urethral damage. And the equipment used for this would need to go through proper sterilization and proper caution should be practiced.

Now you could see where I'm probably going with this. If this was post-movie, it would most likely be a not ideal position to be in, ESPECIALLY with the limited supplies they have. You also can't use any slim rod, since it has to be a smooth material like stainless steel (medical-grade!! It has to be medical grade TOO!!!) or silicone to avoid ripping the tissue of the urethra, causing irritation, or infection.

BUUUUT!!! If this took place say in an alternate universe *looks over to the Project Hail Mary fandom while smiling evilly*, these factors would not be a concern >:333 (wait I just had ANOTHER idea, Grace in the cuck chair while all of this is happening dhwdjwuhdjvwhd)

NOW!! Onto the good stuff. As with fisting, curiosity would also play a leading factor into trying sounding, now it would not be wise to try a really long rod straight off the bat, like everything, it takes time to get used to it.

So, setting up a safe-word or a stoplight system is non-negotiable when it comes to this (Simon appreciates being given a choice <3), and sterile water-based lube is also non-negotiable.

Now, Simon is understandable nervous when seeing the lubed up rod is about to be inserted, but just a few kisses and a steamy makeout makes him pliant enough to go further, his dick twitching as the tip of the rod meets the small opening.

Obviously it's a slow process; checking in with Simon, giving him extra kisses when the rod meets slight resistance, and overall seeing if he was still good. Once the rod was almost all the way in, Simon panted out how it felt strangely filling, like a deep-seated fullness in his core. When asked if he wanted it out, he quickly responded with whimpered plea's to not do so <3

Pair this with the fisting and you have a flushed whimpering man underneath you begging you to let him cum, how he was such a good boy for you, and to please please please just let him cum.