#simon henriksson smut

[skulla-rxcks]

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Updating as I complete each fic but the links will be out in October

Fandoms:

Dc - blue

Skz - pink

Cof -green

Copa - red

1 tentacles (Felix)

2 Stab wounds (Kizami and reader)

3 werewolf (chan x reader)

4 scratching (catwoman and Batman)

5 fuck or die (chan X reader)

6 monster fucking (nightwing)

7 needy (Han x reader)

8 cannibalism (hyunjin)

9 kidnapper (book Simon x reader)

10 yandere/stalker (chan x reader)

11 bloody suicide (Simon)

12 gangbang w guns (skz ot8 x reader)

13 pet Play (seungmin x fem dom reader)

14 costume party (hyunjin x reader)

15 under the desk (Chan x reader)

16 drunk sex (Dick/nightwing x reader)

17 mommy (changbin x reader)

18 ghost (Morishige x Ghost!Mayu)

19 dildos (Han x reader)

20 spanking (Chan x reader)

21 face sitting/body worship (Changbin x reader)

22 electrocution (Nightwing x villain!reader)

23 wholesome but bloody (Naomi x Seiko)

24 masked assault (Chan & Felix x reader)

25 somno (Chan x reader)

26 daddy (Dick Grayson x reader)

27 non con (Reader x Chan)

28 master (Nightwing x reader)

29 overstimulation (Felix)

30 knives (Chan x reader) pt1

31 vampire (Chan x reader) pt2

[fbs-fc-ur-mommy]

Mature themes, use of drugs, shotgunning, intercourse, and mention of smoking and drinking.

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You went to your usual meting site, an abandoned house near the train tracks. Simon was waiting there, he texted you after you finished your school.

You were exited to meet him there, maybe he could share his cigarettes with you again or better some sweet alcohol.

As you arrived there you entered the house, seeing two figures not one, it was Simon and someone you didn't knew but looked familiar. The brunette looked awful to Sophie. His outfit was an black one with white lines and the text EA 45. The man looked at you then turned to Simon.

-I'll leave, call me anytime when you want you know.

-Alright old man. Simon said, playfully tapping the man shoulder.

After he left you asked who that was.

-Oh, Him? His name is David, he sells drugs, I wanted today you to try it out.

-Drugs? You asked with a little fear. Simon you know that it's almost night time, if my parents sees my high they -

-You can stay at my house today, I'm alone for a few days - he cut you off.

He grabbed you hand and guide you to the stairs where you two would've use them as chair. He lighted up the joint and smoked, inhaled it and then exhale it with an smirk. He gave it to you which you looked at him with fear.

-Hey, [Name ] if you don't wanna do it-

-It's not that Simon! I never did this before, I'm a little afraid...

Simon looked at you with sympathy, you, an person with good monthly income, good grades and respectful reputation. Someone like you shouldn't hang out with someone like him, yet you did it. He knew he will fuck you up, destroy you. Your parents always warned you about him. He always told himself to stop hanging with you. To stop before it's too late. He already fucked up by teaching you how to skip classes, steal, smoke and drink. Stop it before it's too late. He thought about it night and day. Yet your eyes begged him to not leave you, to teach you and maybe more fucked things.

An idea crossed his mind and shared it to you.

- You want to try - shotgunning? What's even that? Simon do you plan to kill me? You asked him sarcastically, but it was true that you didn't know what was shotgunning.

Simon blushed at the idea of explaining it, yet he got the courage to do.

-It's basically blowing smoke via the mouth into another person.

-You want us to that?

-I mean only if you're comfortable...

You thought about it, it's basically kising right? But maybe Simon was just nice to help you... There was always an small tension between you two but maybe it was all in your head. You nod and Simon smiled to you. He put his joint again to his chapped lips and dragged an much longer drag than usual. Damn you Simon, you want to put me in the fucking hospital don't you?

While you were thinking you gasped when Simon hand grabbed your chin, then he lowered himself to your soft lips. His cold touch making you shiver, his rough lips to your soft ones maked you go feral, hardly controlling yourself from actually kissing Simon for real.

The hot smoke blowed into your mouth and eventually into your lungs maked you immediately light headed, the burning sensation in your throat maked you tearing up tears. But overall it was an nice felling.

Simon looked down at you, smirking he then drag again from the joint, not giving you an change to adjust to the felling. His lips joining you again. His hand who rested to your chin, his thumb started caressing your cheek.

He pulled away admiring your flurstrated form. You looked like thinking, staring and making holes with your eyes into the floor beneath. Suddenly he felt an hand grabbing the back of his neck, soft lips chasing his rough one's.

You pulled away in fear when you realised what you did. He looked shocked. He didn't even kiss back. He only flinched back when you kissed him. That's it. He's gonna tell everyone that you sexual harrased him, your parents will hear about it and the worse - will kick you out.

-Simon, I'm so fucking sorry - you thought of an excuse, was this because of you being high?

-[Name]...

You feared the worst.

-I was only surprised...

Then two hands grabbed your face, lips crashing into each other, tongue already exploring each other mouth's.

You didn't knew when your bottom clothes disappeared, but the only thing you knew was your face being pushed into the wall in front of you, the brutal truths making your legs shake, your tears leaving an uncomfortable felling on the face, salty taste from the tears in your mouth.

-S-Simon please! Slow down! - you begged, over stimulation making you cry and cry.

Simon looked down where your bodies would meet , your ass cheeks being red from his hands abusing them, his palm print being so pretty there. He wanted more skin to feel so he brought you up, his chest to your back and your head resting back to his shoulder. He bought one of your leg up, the position making him enter more deeply. He stayed inside you an little, not wanting things to end too soon. His left hand grabbing your face to kiss you, which you thought it would be an affectionate gesture, which wasn't when Simon suddenly started fucking you again, more brutal than before, making you cry into his mouth, more tears wetting his face too.

He finally came inside with an grunt, your legs giving up, which he allowed both of you sliding down into your knees to take breaths. He was soo tired too that he didn't bother to pull out. Only breathing could be hear, Simon clothed body hugging you from behind, defending you from the cold night air. You wanted to say something when an train passed by, muffling any noise so you waited.

-Simon if this was only an one night stand please leave and never see me again if it wasn't stay with me.

Simon was shocked by what you've said but happy at the same time.

-[Name]... - he groaned like he was tired to talk too. What you want us to be?

-Simon, let's be lovers.

When Simon heard that he knew the he fucked up, fucked you up too. He knew that your relationship would be forbidden. He knew that someone will leave broken. He knew all. Yet he decided to risk it all and have you.

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Repost from my ao3 acc

[tarantulasnot]

CAN SOMEONE PLEEASE WRITE SIMON HENRIKSSON SMUT?!?!

[ladysmutwriter]

Somnophilia & Creampies

Simon Henriksson x Female!Reader // for simonmiamor on AO3

TW: somnophilia (consensual), oral sex, fem reader, scents, creampie.

artist @/ quennal4

You simply looked too good.

Shirt up your chest, no bra underneath, your legs spread wide open as your panties stuck to your skin, pressed against your lower lips giving him little to imagine.

He was a man, and he had needs after all- your body being his only need at the moment. He began by tenderly sucking on your breasts, switching from one to the other as you softly snored, his tongue making your nipples erect as he humped the covers underneath, his dick twitching inside his pants as he felt he was about to cum, over sensitive from waking up with a morning wood.

In his mind he re-played when you woke him up with as blow-job, he woke up tensed, only to cum instantly as your eyes met, your pretty eyelashes, soft lips around his cock and tongue teasing his tip- it was like something out of a porno.

He couldn't help but to moan softly, scarred thighs hugging your own as he began humping the soft flesh of your upper leg, leaving a wet spot over your skin from his copius amounts of pre-cum. Leaving both your breasts wet with his saliva, he moved your panties to the side as he moved down onto you, his nose burying in your cunt as he breathed in, his body shaking as he felt lust invade him- his tongue diping inside your folds as he began toying with yout clit, then once you were wet enough his tongue went inside you, making wet noises as he penetrated you with his wet muscle, your own wetness and saliva running down your lips to your ass, same thing that he smeared over his fingers as he began fingering your ass, the tight ring closing on his finger as he set a relentless pace.

You must have been dreaming, little meowls leaving your mouth as your legs began shaking, tears running down your pretty face from overstimulation, you probably came a few seconds ago but he wouldn't stop now, would he?

Separating his face from your cunt he desesperately slipped out of his boxers, his tip leaking pre-cum and his tip red and swollen from the dry humping.

Opening your lips with his fingers, he guided himself to your entrance letting out a big sigh as he became engulfed in your warmth, your cunt hugging him in the right way, your wetness allowing him to slide in just like he loved it, your pretty sleeping face turning him even more on.

After a few sloppy thrusts, he came, thick white ropes of cum coming out of his cock inside your gummy walls, going straight to your cervix as he penetrated you as deep as he humanly could, moaning so loud you woke up, your face red and sweaty, taking your time to see what was going on, only to grab Simon by his hair and kiss him deeply, feeling his cum run down your thigh.

[sharp-pain]

Cold hands on warm ones.

Dom!Simon Henriksson x Female!Reader

WARNING!: 18+ p in v, no protection, creampies, dom!Simon, virgin!user,

For your 19th birthday, you dropped a party with all of your collegue classmates, that including Simon, hour best friend's friend.

Sophie and you were friends since high school, practically being inseparable, one day Sophie introducing you to Simon. He was.. weird, very weird.

Sometimes you would notice him looking at you from far away, or following you to your house. One day you even saw him trying to steal one of the perfumes you had!

Either way, you didn't want to make Sophie or Simon sad, so you invited him anyway.

Now, you sat across Sophie with Simon next to her, a cup of cheap beer on your hand, drinking on it as you both talked about non-sense, the beer slowly getting in your system. “Hey.. I don't feel so good.” Her words were quickly muffled by her hand covering her mouth, she running quickly to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

You were left with Simon, who just stared at you while smooking, his dark brown eyes burning into your skin. He sat next to you, complety silent as he slowly moved his hand closer to your thigh, caressing the soft skin with his thumb.

Now looking at him from close, he didn't looked sooo bad, honestly, those bags under his eyes from not sleeping since days, those pink, small lips parting slightly everytime he took a drag.. Thinking about those things almost made you forget that he had his lips right against yours.

Your hand tangling on his hair, his free hand pulling you closer by the waist, the taste of beer filling your senses. His tongue was tapping to your bottom lip, asking to enter your mouth, and you obliged, 2ith your lips parting, tongue against tongue dancing sensually.

“Mmm.. y/n.”

He wrapped your legs around his waist, picking you up like you weighted nothing, he walked towards your room, ignoring anyone who landed eyes on you both. He pulled you against the soft mattress of the bed, hands going under your shirt, caressing the soft skin underneath.

Low moans slipped from your lips, his own mixing with yours. He pulled away from the kiss, going lower until his lips met your neck, bitting and nibbling on the skin, making sure to leave marks for anyone to see. You pulled off his hoodie and shirt at the same timd, leaving to view his soft skin and the marks on there, going from his chest to his chubby belly. “Simon...” you muttered lowly, a hint of sadness on your eyes.

“That doesn't matter right now, we'll talk about that later, yeah?”

His lips left some peeks on your cheek and neck, his hand pulling up your black dress, leaving on view the wetness coating between your legs. His hands began to tease you, thumb caressing your clit slowly as his middle finger teased your entrance, before pulling in.

A loud moan escaped from your lips, legs trying to close, only for them to be stopped by his hand gripping on your thigh, pulling your leg open. He slowly began to add another finger, that familiar coil of pleasure growing on your abdomen. Before you could even reach the edge, he pulled out, his fingers coating in wetness that was quickly cleaned by his tongue, his hands pulled down his jeans along with his boxers, revealing the throbbing cock that was placed on your folds, your wetness coating his cock, working as lube. He positioned himself on your entrance, hand holding yours gently as he slowly began to pull in, hips moving in a slow, gentle pace.

He grunted, your moans only making him harder to the point that it hurt, his hips starting to increase his pace until the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the sounds becoming muffled by the music on the background.

Your orgasm was quick to return, each one of his thrust making you grow closer to the edge, the coil of pleasure back again on your abdomen while you tightened around him. Hand gripping tightly on his while the other gripped the sheets under you.

You reached your climax, almost screaming his name with your nails burying on his skin.

Your breath slowed down, and soon enough, he reached his climax too, finishing deep inside of you, painting your walls white.

He falled on top of you, burying his face on your neck.

“Simon..”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

I'm so bad at writing smut lol😭😭 I hope you guys like this! I promise I'll learn how to write smut or write in general, English is not my first language.

Thanks for reading this! I'm more than glad to accept tips or recomendations for writing in the comments.

[kanyelover211]

Information.

A new one beacuse I didn't like my old one.

Name: Cassie Smith.

Age: over 18+

Interests: I like horror games, drawing and hiking.

Something you should know about me:

I'm Christian so I feel uncomfortable making something along the words "sin" "sinful" "devil's child" like that.

Also I'm dyslexic so exuse my poor spelling

My fandoms/stuff I write for:

Creepypasta.

Cry of fear.

Demon slayer.

Resident evil.

Saiki k.

Sally face.

Scream.

Southpark.

This is just fandoms that I'm in, I know alot of other fandoms so if you have something in mind you can just request!

Stuff I write:

Smut

Fluff

Horror

Stuff I Don't write.

Gr@pe

Polly/poly relationship (idk which one is right)

Male x Male reader & Female x Female reader, I have trouble writing for those.

Let's do another poll beacuse.. I got more fandoms now.

Please request stuff

Fav song:

[sylvxters]

Let’s get lost in each other.

My muse: Simon henriksson

Your muse: David leatheroff

Plot: David has a thing for Simon, but Simon is crazy over Sophie.

Contains: SH, drugs, alcoholism, angst, drama, etc.

OPEN RP!!!

.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒.

Simon was sitting on a curb, he had roses for Sophie, Simon was gonna ask her out, Simon sat there as he was having a hard time, he ran his fingers through his hair was shaking, nervous on what Sophie might say.. he heard footsteps.. Simon quickly stood up from his vulnerable pose as he grabbed the roses, he walked over to Sophie as he smiled softly, wearing his grey hoodie, black jeans and his black vans. He had his satchel with him. He pulled the roses up to show Sophie.. Sophie just stared.

“So.. Sophie, I was wondering if you wanna go out..?”

Simon said shakily, stumbling over his words.. Sophie pushed the roses away as she shook her head in a declining way. Simon’s heart shattered..

“Sorry Simon.. I cant, i only see you as a friend..”

Sophie spoke as she had turned around and left, she didn’t wanna hang out with Simon anymore as she was afraid of making things more awkward. Simon just.. sighed as he threw the roses aside on the road. Simon sat back down on the curb, he lit a cigarette and inhaled and exhaled the smoke that filled his lungs.. Simon then.. again, heard footsteps, unaware that it was David.

“Sophie!–“

Simon blurred out, as he turned– looking over his shoulder, Simon looked up at David.. he sighed in relief.. being less tense now. Simon took the cigarette out of his mouth.

“Hey David, what ya want..?”

He said as he shook his head.. turning back to the front as he looked at the cars passing by..

[ebbyxiii]

We Fear the Cry of Monsters

It's been a long time since I've reached out to communities to share what I've created. Today, I was made a proud writer once again by finding my works had touched the lives of others and made lasting impressions. Thusly, I've decided to extend my title once again in the hopes of inspiring even more.

Based on an original concept, continuing on the plot of Andreas Rönnberg's "Cry of Fear", Simon Henriksson returns once again to the pages of his novels to uncover deeper tragedies and truths from an unresolved past.

We Fear the Cry of Monsters is a series dedicated to exploring both the realiatic and fictitious aspects of Simon's life behind the walls of his forever home, the Beckomberga Hospital of Kirkville, Sweden. Reuniting with figures of his teenhood - including Sophie, Grey, and David - the wheelchair bound Author plunges into warped realms, diving headfirst into revelations, and bringing long abandoned memories to the surface of his mind. Simon fights for both his heart, his body, and his right to remember what truly happened to him during the events of The Black Day.

Below is a list of each tale I've published so far. And with any hope, we'll see a conclusion to them in the very near future.

■Prologue (The first of the series; serving as an introduction as Simon lays in bed listening to the sound of David's breath and gentle rain on the window) :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29669754

■Novel Entries (Chronicles from Simon's point of view in the written world of an overgrown dystopian city) :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40995162

■Hospital Visits (A detailing of Simon's joys and struggles at the Mental Hospital post-trial to his famed psychosis) :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29868420

■Recidivist (A prequel in which David meets Ms. Henriksson to learn more about the boy he used to know) :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31442006

■The Blue Moth (Sophie discovers a familiar figure and decides to approach them, hoping she can somehow -even if distantly- help Simon reach peace) :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38763270

■Encounter (A story set in the past where Simon and Grey cross paths with a dangerous stranger who inevitably changes their lives forever) :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29963505

■Night of the Rainstorm (A fatefull night between Simon and David where everything about who they are and who they will become is tested) :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41535273

[You can find almost all my social media handles by EbonyPhotographs]

[asexualsimonhenriksson]

".. Huh? Where am I?"

bruhg ---- // This account was SUPPOSED to be just an ask blog but it has spiraled out of control and is now related to Cry of Fear content in general. Mostly dedicated to posting Simon Henriksson stuff, with some of it being in character (text spoken in red). Out of character/mod (@hellishkittycat) speaking will be written with // at the beginning of the sentence. // Blog will also have fanart/theories/screenshots of the game (more specifically, of the pathetic wet cat) made and taken by me. I MIGHT post snippets of short stories involving him as well. I accept requests and suggestions, but I can freely deny to do so if I am uncomfortable with it. i don't do smut/nsfw interactions since it irks me out. // Despite the change in what is/will be posted you are still free to treat this as an ask/rp blog, I will try my best to act close to how the game treats Simon's character with my own view on it. I'm a bit shy talking to others, but I don't bite, and encourage you to reach out if you really want to! Asks shall be answered with a cute little drawing of him reacting to whatever is being said.

(updates have been made to this intro.)

[esmestarz]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ INTRO ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

about me ─ ★

esme

she/her

infp

bisexual

i can play on the electric guitar and piano !!

i used to do ballet but now i do belly dancing

i love listening to music esp rap, metal (any type tbfr) and rock, my fav animal is a cat and I'm pretty sure that's it

stuff ─ ★

if you want me to write for a character that isn't on the list feel free to ask me and I'll write for them if possible <3

i will write smut, fem reader, gn reader, platonic and romantic relationships

i will not write rape, incest, gore, threesome, gang bang, male reader, character x character, character x oc, poly relationships, specified race reader

what and who i write for ─ 𐙚⋅˚₊‧

MOVIES ─ ★

black swan

- nina sayers

- lily

diary of a wimpy kid

- rodrick heffley

harry potter

- hermione granger

- harry potter

- draco malfoy

- luna lovegod

- ron weasley

- theodore nott

- tom riddle

scream

- tatum riley

- sidney prescott

- billy loomis

- stu marcher

- samantha carpenter

- tara carpenter

- amber freeman

- anika kayko

- ethan landry

- gale weathers

- jill roberts

- kirby reed

- chad meeks-martin

- mindy meeks-martin

life as a house

- sam monroe

awake

- clay beresford

casper

- casper mcfadden

fight club

- marla singer

- tyler durden

star wars

- anakin skywalker

- padmé amidala

narnia

- edmund pevensie

- peter pevensie

seasquatch squad

- jeremy sumpter

SERIES ─ ★

pretty little liars

- emily fields

- alison dilaurentis

- hanna marin

- spencer hastings

gossip girl

- blair waldorf

- serena van der woodsen

- georgina sparks

outerbanks

- rafe cameron

- sarah cameron

- jj maybanks

- kiara carrera

- pope heyward

- john b routledge

seaquest dsv

- lucas wolenczak

the babysitters club

- sam thomas

- kristy thomas

- stacey mcgill

- claudia kishi

- dawn schafer

shameless

- carl gallagher

- fiona gallagher

- debbie gallagher

malcolm in the middle

- malcolm wilkerson

- reese wilkerson

- francis wilkerson

my babysitters a vampire

- rory keaner

- ethan morgan

- sarah fox

ruby and the well

- sam price

- mina amani

- ruby o'reilly

KDRAMA ─ ★

all of us are dead

- choi nam-ra

- lee su-hyeok

- lee cheong-san

- lee na-yeon

- nam on-jo

sweet home

- yoon ji-su

- lee eun-yoo

- cha hyun-soo

KPOP ─ ★

aespa

- karina

- winter

- ningning

- giselle

twice

- nayeon

- chaeyoung

- momo

- mina

- sana

- jihyo

- dahyun

- jeongyeon

- tzuyu

le sserafim

- sakura

- yunjin

- chaewon

- kazuha

- eunchae

gidle

- soyeon

- minnie

- shuhua

- miyeon

- yuqi

nmixx

- sullyoon

- lily

- kyujin

- haewon

- jiwoo

- bae

new jeans

- danielle

- haerin

- minji

- hyein

- hanni

GAMES ─ ★

the last of us

- ellie williams

fatal frame

- yuri kozukata

- rui kagamiya

cry of fear

- simon henriksson

resident evil

- leon s kennedy

- jill valentine

- ada wong

- claire redfield

- bela dimitrescu

[skulla-rxcks]

we met on the rooftops.

Paring: simon henriksson x fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: SA, S0mnophilla, s3lf harm & su1cide mention.

You meet Simon right after Sophie’s death and stick together in this horrifying world, later that night his lust takes over and does something that he’ll regret.

“Hey. Are you okay?” I call out, seeing a clearly ‘disturbed individual’. “I..she just..” he struggles to get his words out as he looks down from the rooftop we both are on.

I walk closer to him, taking in his rushed and beaten up appearance. “My friend she just.. jumped.” He mutters, his expression cold, frozen almost. Clearly trying to take in what just happened.

“you mean she just, killed herself? Did she say any reasonings?” I ask. He shakes his head in response; “not really.”

I help him up, holding his hand, beginning to walk down from the roof with him. “do you.. do you see them too? My friend she.. didn’t. I feel like I’m going insane.” His grip on my hand tightens. “You mean the monsters..?” I question, receiving a nod from him. “Yeah, the monsters, whatever the fuck they are.. I thought I was going crazy but thank god you see them too.”

We make our way down and decide to go and rest in an old abandoned apartment, due to the coldness outside getting more chilling by the second.

“when do you think this will end..?” the man murmurs. “I’m not sure. there has to be some way” I sigh, digging through all of the drawers and cabinets trying to find something to snack on, or at least some supplies to keep us going for the meantime.

“I didn’t catch your name by the way.” I say, taking out some instant noodles I found in one of the draws. “simon.” he responds, laying down on the bed.

“I found some noodles can you look around for a kettle?”

“alright” Simon groans as he gets up, Cleary not in the mood for looking around, just wanting to sleep. “found it.” He brings it over to me after filling it up with water. I plug the kettle in and turn on the switch, waiting for the water to boil. Once it does I pour some of the contents into a bowl, placing it next to Simon who is now lying on the bed, having taken off his hoodie to allow himself to relax.

He starts eating his noodles while staring into nothing and I sit back, leaning against the wall behind me. “you said you saw the monsters before.. did you ever try to kill yourself?” He asks once he swallows his food.

I don’t even think about it before responding.

“why does that matter?”

“I’ve only seen like 2 people.. and they, they only see stuff if they’ve tried it seems.. I don’t know.” Simon mumbles, stuffing his mouth with food, he probably hasn’t eaten in weeks.

“well yeah I have.. if that answers your question.” my gaze turns to his wrists, he’s scratching at what seems like self inflicted wounds, I decide not to say anything. “I’m gonna see if the shower works.” He tells me, before heading into the bathroom.

After eating I decide to go to sleep, knowing Simon will join me shortly after.

he finishes washing himself, whimpering slightly as the hot water makes contact with the cuts on his wrists and thighs. he dries himself off and gets changed before coming out of the bathroom. I’m already sound asleep already, so quickly somehow.

he lays down next to me, pulling the sheets over the both of us, he can’t help but stare at my pale thighs on show under my skirt as he moves the blanket slightly. “fuck.” he grunts as he feels a familiar tent in his pants forming, a tent that he hasn’t felt in what feels like forever, it feels like it’s been ages since he’s let alone touched himself, or, touched someone else.

“I shouldn’t.. not now but, fucking hell..” he mutters, gently taking his dick out of his boxers. he begins to stroke himself soft but roughly, watching as his precum leaks out of the tip of his cock. “I’m so sorry. I.. I need to..” he apologises repeatedly and pulls my skirt and panties down in one tug, I’m not aware that any of this is happening. Simon positions himself at my opening and pushes inside of me with one painful thrust.

He lets out a handful of moans as he feels the tightness of my cunt around him. “shit..” Simon starts thrusting hard inside of me, groaning as he gets closer and closer to his release. “need to.. feel all of you..” his hands slide up my shirt and massage my breasts, squeezing them roughly as he fucks me in my sleep.

I squirm slightly in my sleep causing Simon to cuss at himself. “no don’t wake up fuck.. no.. not. now.. not while I’m..”

“S-Simon.. what are you… mmgh!!” my words are cut off as he wraps one of his hands around my neck and squeezes it gently, bring his face into mine and kissing me roughly while continuing to force his cock inside of me. “I’m sorry.. I’m so Fucking sorry..” he repeats, but this time against my lips. “Mmfh.. Simon.. why… why are you.. ahh..” I moan, trying to get my words out but they’re replaced with whimpers as he continues the assault inside of my cunt.

“I’m so, so Sorry...” he says again and again, his breathing uneven and his voice raspy from crying. It takes everything I have left to not let the tears fall and give in to my own pleasure.

“d-dont cry just… ow.. it hurts. Simon s-slow down!!” I beg, trying to get him off me in the kindest way possible, But he doesn’t listen. “shut up! just let me fuck you.. I need this..” he scolds me, his grip on my throat getting tighter and tighter, making me squirm underneath him. “I.. I can’t breathe, SIMON!!” I yell out, ripping off his hand from my neck and gasping for air, but he still fucks me.

“you’re hurting me..”

“just be quiet and let me have this..Please.” he cries, tears dripping down onto my neck. “just let me use you.” I nod, knowing that either way he’s going to continue. His thrusts get faster and rougher, causing me to bleed occasionally every time he hits my cervix. “Ow..”. “S-Stop whining!” he threatens, pounding me harder and harder.

“i.. I..”

“Shut Up and Let ME FUCK YOU!” he yells, tears forming and spilling down his face.

I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood, trying my best not to let out any sounds so he doesn’t make it more painful for me.

Tears also stream down my face uncontrollably, as the pain in my chest intensifies and my vision goes blurry.

I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for it to end, but it never does.

With one final thrust he cums inside of me, filling me with his warm seed. “I’m sorry.. I’m so fucking sorry I.. I didn’t mean to go this far I just..” he pulls out, mumbling his words against my shoulder, he hugs me tightly and keeps apologising to me. “why.. why did you do this to me.”

“it’s been so long since I’ve.. you know. please look at me.. are you mad at me? please don’t go.. im sorry im really sorry..”

“Simon.” I sigh.

[fbs-fc-ur-mommy]

Warning, mature themes

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You were smoking on an random rooftop. Admiring the beautiful view of Stockholm, you grew up and almost all your entire life in a rural area so the city was for you something new. When you turned 18, you left for university. Where you there meet Sophie, your new best friend. She had an friend who sometimes "he" would stand up for the bullying you two would get. He wasn't the agresive type but as you'd get better of him you would describe him as an person with short temper, someone who would talk shit only with the back turned, not getting in any physical fights because he knows that he would get clapped. His smaller and skinnier body was making you an little embarrassed. You locked way taller than him and a more fatty. Though, you we're normal in height and weight so the problem seemed like it was his not yours.

It started snowing pretty hard when you heard heavy footsteps behind you, of course that you turned to see what creep walks behind you at 2 am.

As you looked behind your back, your eyes widened and the smoke in lungs suddenly went up your throat and nose, leaving you with teary eyes making more hard too see through snow.

The figure was standing still in the strong wind, their white hoodie looked way too thin for the cold Sweden weather. On the hoodie and face there was red stains on it making you questioning your brain if it's Halloween actually. The strong wind, the snow and the silence in the entire city maked you feel like this it's an dream. Maybe it was.

"Can I help you?" - you asked first, fear and panic setting in your veins, making more hard to breath and think.

The figure didn't respond, but it did the opposite of what you wanted. Getting closer.

As the "it" aproaced you could see their face. Or his face.

"Simon? What happen? Did you get in a fight? Man you look pretty fucked up."

Simon stayed neutral, his hair messy, his body smelled heavily of blood, cigarettes or maybe weed and sweat. You looked down to his bloody hand, more fear striking you when you saw an Glock in his left hand.

Suddenly he rised his Glock to your face ready to make an hole there, not wanting to die you maked and sharp right turn, an bang hearing in the background, almost tripping you run to the the door of the rooftop, not even looking back. The fear winning again over adrenaline when you heart the worst. An another bang. Two bangs. Three bangs. Sharp pain pain both on your legs and on your right shoulder.

Falling face first, you tried to save your fall damage by placing your palms against the concrete, but the snow makes your palm slipping, an excruciating pain in your whole skull, nose the same story and the metallic taste already in your mouth. As you tried to get up you saw red spots on the snow, very much. You felt how the disgusting liquid started to drip down to your chin, the pain in it making hard to breath through your broken nose and the metalized taste in your mouth maked your troath to close up and stomach to ache. You screamed for help maybe someone would hearing your cries for help. Deep in your head you knew that nobody would.

Getting (almost) up you tried again to run, there was no point now to fight him. You felt dumb, maybe you'd have the change of disarming him if you'd use your fucking height to your advantage from the very start.

An hand grabbed you from behind, dragging you far away from the door, surprisingly the small man didn't have an problem dragging you, what an bad luck huh. slamming you against the edge of the rooftop your head and half of shoulder in mid air, you needed to put strength into your neck to look up and... Not down.

Putting his whole height whole height into your whole waist and stomach, you found that (hot or not hot) hard to breath. Gasping and sweating he rolled up his hoodie, revealing his scars. "My god what friend you have Sophie? You and your weird men type". He looked down, staring to the street below us, still gasping for air he smirked an little. "Don't told me he wanna jump together" you thought. Also why he's gasping for air huh he didn't even ran and he's tired? Average smoker activity who started at 12 huh?.

As adrenaline was starting to wear off, the pain got more intense and the panic was putting pleasure on you to beg and cry for the next day of living. Starting to hyperventilating you actually started to "beg".

"S-Simon we can talk about this can we? It's been an hard t-" you started to lighten up the mood and eventually Simon letting you. But his face darken more than before, now his full focus on you. His eyes on you. His Glock raising again to your face.

"SIMON! Don't do this please! I- I still don't feel to die? Yet." You wanted to add something but stopped when you felt his covered hand drag down your jacket ziper.

"Simon?! Please don't!"

"Shhhh..." he finally whisper

Now your jacket was open, your black and red sweater exposed and from the awkward position your belly was exposed to the cold air, shivering when an snow landed on your bare belly. He caressed that belly gently like he was afraid of breaking you. Biting back an moan you felt how your skin was getting hotter. You blamed your cringe behavior on the blood lose from the Glock bullets. The hand raised higher, up to your waist, up and down. Felling sore in your neck you finally let it go fall of edge you looked down seeing nobody to see your situation, you felt sick from the height so you closed your eyes and started to think about something happy to forget your embarrassing situation. You thought of Sophie, of her beautiful laugh, her face and her beautiful sitting position and writing. The thought was interrupted when you felt Simon playing with your nipple, his hot breath near your neck. You let out an small moan, praying that he didn't hear you but he did.

"That's it, let me hear you, be an good pet"

You started to regret that you didn't ask Sophie out, instead you let Simon doing it, you knew of his crush. Felling your eyes watering you tried to quietly sob.

Felling his hand roughly grab your face, you tried to not let him seeing you cry, not giving him any pleasure for his sick kinks. You tried to pull your head back, more further into the air, neck painfully aching from the uncomfortable stretch.

"look at me"

You shakked your head, now crying harder than before.

"I said, look at me!" He screamed grabbing your face cheeks harder enough to leave bruises.

"Look at me or I'm dropping you down" He tried again. Successfully making you to look at his face. His face softened, but then his dark, mad behavior came back.

Grabbing you by the neck he lifted you up from the edge and then into the air, holding you up, looking at you dead in the eye, then dropping you harshly back on the concrete, hitting your head again, black spots on your vision and felling your hair wetting behind your head. "How I'm still alive after this much bleeding".

Putting his foot into your chest he aimed his Glock and started to smile.

"I'm sorry Simon" you carefully chosed your last words. Maybe when he will get caught he will bring up your last ironic moments.

His smiled dropped and his hands started to shake. He looked at you. No. He looked through you. He looked still mad, but he seemed like he was thinking.

"I don't need you anymore..."

Then he started to walk away leaving you behind clearly confused and traumatized.

He opened the door, then he looked back like he wanted to say something, regret clearly on his face. But he didn't. He dissappear into the dark.

As you picked your jacket and your pack of cigarettes from the ground you suddenly jumped up when you heart an bang again, but there was no pain , but an felling of relief. You went back to the edge where you we're previously, then looked on the street below you. An dark thought striking you but stopping when you saw an car of police parking outside of the unit in front of you their sirens on. Two officer entering the building in hurry. You lifted up an cigarette and started walking away when an ambulance arrived too.

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@ahebwhd I will work these days on your request, this fic was writen days before your request <3

[skulla-rxcks]

I won’t leave your side

Paring: Simon Henriksson x reader (any gender)

Rating: Teen

Genre: fluff

Warnings: sh clean up, relapse, comfort

Gender neutral reader !!

You help Simon clean up after he relapses.

“Shit..!” I hear Simon cuss out from the bathroom, he’s most likely going back to.. old ways. We’re stuck in this apocalypse now with no obvious way out. He’s a random stranger who I ran into while searching for supplies on the street. I thought every other human died but, I’m lucky I found someone, even if it’s just for them to keep me company. “Simon.. are you okay? Are you..” I knock on the bathroom door, hearing the shower turn on and getting a response from him. “I’m fine.” He says bluntly. I sigh and walk away from the door.

I find some pasta in the cupboard and decide to cook it for dinner, using the left over water in the kettle from our drinks earlier. I put the water in a pan and turn on the stove, waiting for the water to boil before I add the pasta in. I wait for it to cook before straining it and putting it into some bowls, setting the table.

“Simon? Dinners ready.” I call out, not getting a verbal response from him other than a painful sounding groan.
I wait a few minutes before calling again, only hearing sobs this time. I decide to open the door, seeing him on the ground, naked under the shower, with his wrists and thighs freshly cut.
“I..I’m sorry.. I didn’t want you to find out.” He whines, trying to stop the bleeding. “why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you..” I frown putting my arms around his bleeding body, feeling like my attempts of keeping people around me fail once again. “I Just, I’d seem weak.” He whimpers leaning into the hug, letting me clean up his arms and legs.

“No you won’t. You’re one of the strongest people I know.” I mumble and walk over to my bag; grabbing out some bandages and slowly wrapping up and tending to his wounds. “I’m meant to be a man though.”

I look at him, with a caring but somewhat annoyed expression, an upside down smile forming on my face. I finish up cleaning the cuts and hug Simon tightly. “I’ll never leave your side.” I smile as I help him put his clothes back on before eating dinner.

[ladysmutwriter]

could i request something with a reader who is really obsessed with simon, like they view him as someone to be praised

I wash his feet with angel's hair

Simon Henriksson x Female!Reader

Gender wasn't specified so i went for female, if you'd like a specific gender of this lmk ;)

TW: obsessive behaviour, power play, teasing, masturbation, reader is not what we call alright, NSFW.

You felt.... in pure extasis.

You were kneeling by Simon's feet, your face looking up at him as tears ran down your face. But you weren't crying out of sadness- no- you were simply too happy, Simon had let you praise him, your throat going sore as you explained him how badly you loved him, how much you wanted him, how your whole being depended on him.

You would lick the blood out of his blade, swallow it if he asked, turn your lips a deep shade of red from the blood coating them- you loved him.

He'd sit down and masturbate as you sat by his feet, only praising him as he came over your face, it blushing as you cleaned yourself and kissed his face, telling him how good he was, how special he was. He wasn't sure if he liked you or the attention you gave him, but fuck- you were just so good for him, always knowing what to say, making him feel like a god.

He loved to see you cry as you told him how amazing he was, how you wanted his hands over your body, how your obsessed eyes traced his face with pure love, you both spending most days rotting in his room, your pretty mouth on his cock as your hands traced his scars, how your wet mouth from cum and saliva would leave kisses over them as you whispered how much you loved him.

"Simon, i need you" "Simon, i love you"

He was finally wanted by someone in his shit of a life- he finally got someone just like him -or much worse- to fill his void, with your pretty eyes, delicious lips and marvelous body type he liked to run his hands through, you were everything he envisioned in his life to need from someone.

He tightened the ropes on your wrists to the head of the bed, your whole body naked as he looked at you with hunger on his eyes.

Your pretty mouth whimpered and begged him to touch you, how good he made you feel, how much you needed him.

Only him, no one else.

His mouth went to your chest, mouth sucking and tongue playing with your nipple as his other hand massaged the other him, his hips humping in between your thighs as moans left his mouth, yours mewling as you got drunk from his attention. He went then to lick your stomach, his wet tongue tracing patterns until he got down between your legs, hot breath against your even hotter cunt as he went to suck on your clitoris, his fingers going to finger you as you fought against your restraints, the need to hold his head from the pleasure making you go blind, you only whispering out sweet nothings as your orgasm approached, Simon going faster as he felt your inner walls tighten, then fluids accumulating on your cunt, his saliva with your cum, glistening under the lights of his room.

Sitting between your thighs he moved his shaft along your sensitive vulva, his pre mixing with the mix over your lower lips, playfully teasing you by pressing his tip to your entrace, only to take it out when you began moaning his name, a small smile over his face.

He really enjoyed you.

[ladysmutwriter]

Please be gentle!

David Leatherhoff x Female Reader

TW: ROUGH sex, consensual choking, bruises, David is a sick little man, AGE GAP.

photo: @/ pisssoup on TikTok

David sighed as he took of your thigh-highs, his eyes marveling over the soft skin of your thighs, how innocent your eyes looked- how much he wanted to ruin you.

He was older than you, nearing his 30's and you? You looked to be around 19, and really inexperienced in anything sex related- how shy you were, how your skin tembled under his touch, how short the kisses you gave him were, letting him completely dominate you under his rough grasp, like a wounded deer under a predator.

You met in a party of a mutual friend, your innocent eyes staring at him as he went to talk to you, how your face blushed when he caressed your face, sucking on his finger as your eyes closed, ashamed of your body reacting to his.

You were now in David's house, your mouth leaving out little mewls for his ears as he kissed and nibbled on your thighs, his pointy teeth scarring the sensitive skin as he later licked the wound, your skin turning red and purple as it bruised.

After taking off your thigh-highs, he went to unzip your hoodie, finding nothing but a white lacey bra underneath it, your skin even softer on your breasts as his tongue shamelessly licked the tender skin, stopping over your bra as his fingers pulled it down, not bothering on unzipping the piece of underwear as his tongue now rolled over your nipples, mouth closing as he sucked, his other hand squeezing harshly your breast, ears in delight at your pained sounds, your smalled hand going over his as to beg him to be more gentle.

But he wasn't known for being gentle.

Grabbing your hand, he harshly pulled it down to his pants, letting you massage his tent over his jeans, the rough fabric not bothering as he still felt the warmth of your hand and how it lightly squeezed him, his mouth letting out groans as you tested the waters.

Accidentally, you began touching him way too good, his hand tightening it's grip around yours, feeling your fingers trace over his tip delicately as the rest of your hand wrapped over the outline of his shaft. Waiting no more, he slapped your hand away as he undid his zipper, one of his hands lowering his pants and boxers as the other hand pushed you once again down on your back, you letting out a small huff as your back collided with his messy bed, your hands going under your skirt to lower your underwear slowly, shy as his eyes devoured you, his pupils set on how your cunt glistened under the light of his roof lamp, lower lips wet with arousal as you finally took them off, your eyes nervously staring at him.

Harshly pushing your legs open, his face went to your mound, nose sniffing your cunt as he let out groans, the smell of your womanhood driving him crazy as he dived in, his hand jerking his cock as his tongue began licking your pussy, going from your lips to your clit, sucking and devouring it as his eyes stared at your faces of pleasure, your pretty lips opening as moans got out, your hands going to caress his hair as he kept on going down on you; his free hand going to stick three fingers inside of you, pumping in and out relentessly as you threw your head back, pained moans and your soft voice begging him to go slower as the grip on his hair tightened, him only jerking off faster at your sounds of pain- he really was enjoying this.

Why have women his age when he could be devouring you? When he could be digging his face into your young cunt, feel the taste of your juices invade his mouth, and soon enough feel you tight on his cock? Shit, he'd probably date you only for the sex- he couldn't stand the thought of any other men -or woman- doing this to you, his actions becoming rougher as he thought of other man between your plush thighs, eating you out like he was doing, jerking off like he was doing at this moment- 

Lost on his thoughts, he bareky realized he had snuck in a fourth finger, roughly going in and out of you as your walls tightened, your thighs trembling as you had came a few seconds ago, your broken voice moaning for him to slow down, hands now trying to push him away from you. Letting go of your cunt, he sat for a moment- shit, had he gone too far? Tears ran down your face, your juices going down his chin as your whole body trembled in over stimulation, until you jumped at him seeing he wasn't doing anything, your lips against each other as you now kissed him with intensity, tongues battling each other as his hands went to grasp your body, his cock between your thighs as he began thrusting between the soft flesh, his pre-cum lubing your skin as he made out and fucked your legs, his hands roughly grasping every inch of your body, making sure to leave bruises.

You could feel his hot cock between your thighs, making lewd wet noises as his tip peeked under your ass, only to go inside your thighs once again and repeat the pattern, you breaking the kiss as you felt his hand tighten around your neck, your face turning a deep shade of red as David's stronger hand cut off your air, his head falling onto his matress as his thrusts became erratic, his hand leaving your neck as he pushed you back, crawling over your chest as his hips were under your chin, his cock over your face as he began jerking off, soon enough his cum shooting out of his dick as the white liquid landed all over your face, your tongue giving out little licks at his tip as his cum painted your face, some landing over your nose, cheeks and eyelids.

With his thighs trembling he lowered until his bigger frame sat over your hips, his mouth going to lick off his semen from your face, only to go back to your mouth, spit and cum mixing in the kiss.

(...)

David and Simon sat over Simon's roof, the latter's eyes open like plates as David told him all the things he had done to you that night- describing your body like the most perfect thing he had ever seen on his whole shitty life, as if you were the definition of lust in his eyes.

"Wanna get a taste of her too?" David said as he finished, pushing Simon's shoulder as he shot him a side smile, getting his phone out to dial you.

[ladysmutwriter]

Just a little bit colder

Simon Henriksson x Female!Reader

You walked through the party, beer glass in hand. Then you saw her, speaking to David as she fixed her hair, blood boiling underneath your skin as you stared holes into her skull. Thankfully Simon is here to help.

TW: murdering, cheating (both sides), heavy alcohol drinking.

You were never the jealous type, until she arrived. Pretty large blonde hair, full plump lips, large eyelashes; and all her attention on YOUR boyfriend, who didn't give a shit about making you feel this angry, he'd just mock you for feeling jealous, not knowing how far you'd go for him.

You had gone to a party, a short white dress hugging your body with some heels, "just like an angel" is what David said back at your home, his hands finding it's way underneath your skirt as he massaged your ass, mouth over yours as his tongue playfully entered yours, breaking the kiss too soon as you had to go.

But now he barely looked at you, eyes fixated on the blonde girl in front of him, her golden locks around her fingers as she slid her hand up David's forearm, your pupils dilating with hatred as you forced yourself to look away, finding comfort with the many beers in a table, tears falling down your cheeks ruining your makeup as you desesperately drank one after another, only thinking of how her hands felt against David's hoodie- until a hand collided with yours.

It was Simon, one of David's closest friends, his eyes anxiously staring at yours as he moved his hand, aparently there was only one beer left and he wanted it too, but decided to give up on seeing your drunken, crying state.

"Wanna go outside?"

He said quietly, almost in a whisper- Simon knew how much of a dipshit David was, and he was too scared of telling you how he saw David making out with the blonde girl behind your back, but due to your state he realized you already imagined something like this would happen, so if David was going to leave you all alone least Simon could do is give you a shoulder to cry on, even if he wasn't that close to you.

Grabbing his hand for support, you both stepped outside to the backyard, sitting in some swings as you caressed the beer bottle in your hands, Simon keeping quiet as he stared at his shoes.

Until he felt your hand on his thigh- must be the alcohol, you not realizing how dangerously close to his private parts you were, his face going red at the small contact. Your face was red, tears going down your face as you talked to him about the blonde girl, how perfect she looked, and how David didn't bat an eye when she was coming onto him, even when he always told you he wasn't "the cheating type" oh, how where you so stupid to believe in him? You squeezed Simon's thigh in rage, the pain only turning him on, his hands going to his groin to cover his growing erection- he was into weird stuff, and you crying, all angry was just what he was interested in- but he wasn't stupid enough to let you know, for all he know you barely gave a shit about him, and only talked to him right now because of your drunk state.

He out his hand over yours, his lips opening slowly to tell you what he saw- your eyes opening and closing fast as if trying to understand it, you getting up from the swing as you paced in circles, pulling your hair as you sobbed, finishing by kneeling in front of Simon, laying your head over his thighs as tears stained his jeans, one of his sweaty hands moving from his lap to your head, awkardly patting your head in some sort of comfort, you crying like a baby in front of him, your pretty white dress dirty with beer stains and dirt from the backyard, but it only turned Simon on more.

"You should get her back"

He said without thinking, his eyes going blank and void of emotion, telling you how the girl needed to pay for ruining your relationship- how it was "social justice" even if it was just a little bruising, she deserved it, and you needed to be the one making her pay. How he'd help you distract David so you could have your chance when she was alone- and you smiled at him. Getting up, you climbed onto his lap as your hands caressed his face, his eyes going back to their stressed state as he tried to proccess you climbing onto him, and soon enough, your lips over his, devouring his mouth as your tongue invaded his wet cavern, tasting every inch of him as drool ran down his chin, his hands going to touch your ass, sweaty hands massaging your cheeks before going to your clothed cunt, applying pressure with his whole hand in hopes of finding your clit, his dick painfully straining his jeans now.

Breaking the kiss, you got up and got him up by pulling his hand- you could continue this later, now, you needed to act.

Simon nervously walked inside the house, the music blaring his ears as he walked to where the blonde girl and David where almost humping each other, Simon tapping David's shoulder to get his attention.

"Your girl is passed out on the bedroom upstairs" He lied, but it was enough for David to push the other girl and ask Simon to guide him to you, Simon began trembling as he tried to win as much time as possible.

The blonde girl took out a cigarette and went outside to the parking lot, not aware of your eyes following her until she was far enough of anyone's eyes.

You silently walked behind her, empty beer bottle on hand, bloodshot eyes following her every move, and when she was too busy checking Instagram on her phone, your arm raised, and- glass shattering filled your ears, next to her falling and screaming, your body going on auto pilot mode as you jumped on top of her, stabbing her neck with the broken glass, until she stopped screaming, just blood coming out of her mouth and throat.

Getting up, you grabbed her by the arms and dragged her to the forest behind the house your once white dress covered in booze, dirt and blood.

By the time David hadn't seen you in the bedroom and asked Simon if maybe you left without him, he said he wasn't sure and quickly left David behind as he went to search for you, finding outside the house a big blood splatter leading to the forest- him acting quickly turning on the water hose that was there to water the plants and used it to spray over the blood, it quickly running down the street and loosing it's red color as it mixed with water.

After cleaning the best he could with spraying water on the blood, he went to where the blood trail lead, finding you sitting over a rock, your hands and forearms bloody, dress now covered in mud as well, you lifting your sobbing head towards Simon, eyes filled with translucent tears.