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fbs-fc-ur-mommy · 1 year ago

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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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tarantulasnot · 1 year ago

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CAN SOMEONE PLEEASE WRITE SIMON HENRIKSSON SMUT?!?!

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ladysmutwriter · 8 months ago

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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.

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sharp-pain · 7 months ago

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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.

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sucker-for-yanderes · 7 days ago

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Simon Henrikkson x f!reader

Contains: noncon/dubcon, self-harm, drugging and mentions of substance abuse, hate sex/revenge sex turned sweet, somnophilia (Simon fucks you when you're blacked out), angst, murder, violence, past bullying, both Simon and reader suffer childhood trauma, schizophrenic Simon listening to a voice in his head (Book Simon)

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Simon snapped that day. He denied that you abandoned him, but it was all just too much for him to handle at once... The overwhelming feeling of everything falling apart was too much for poor Simon to bare. And since then, that voice in his head has been stringing Simon along like a puppet. Filling his head with corrupted thoughts and imagery.

Looking out the window of the classroom, the teacher's voice became muffled due to worrisome thoughts drowning out everything else. Where is Simon? You wondered. It's been two weeks and every passing day your heart continued to sink in your chest bit by bit.

Wait, but why do you care? It's been 2 years. You guys don't even talk anymore, you're not close. Not like that, anyways. Or so, that's what you thought. You had undermined your relationship it seems, along with yourself. Idiot.

That's what you always do. Always denying possibilities to immediately be false, not putting in any effort at all even when it could've been. All because you think of yourself so poorly that you believe you do not deserve love and therefore brush off any 'foolish' thoughts that anyone could see you as more than a friend.

You reflected on how everything started, back when the two of you met.

It was high school and you two were the only juniors in the intro to zoology and botany class. Truth be told, you were nervous to be partnered up with a boy, but I mean he was the only person in your grade. You sure as hell didn't want to partner up with the younger classmates, you'd be doing all the work while they goofed off. Plus, Simon made for a good lab partner. Always making sure he did his part, even offering to do some of your work too despite being just as unsure of the assignment as you were.

Working with him during lab, you'd get a better look at him close up. Despite what everyone else says about him, you actually thought he was kind of cute. Attractive. He just didn't bother to take care of himself for some reason.

He was taller than you, pale ivory skin mixed well with his dark features, and he even had a nice scent to him despite the musk. There was a time when the two of you reached for the same beaker and accidentally grabbed each other's hands. But the moment the two of you touched, your heart skipped a beat. It shocked you. Of course, the two of you quickly pulled back, awkwardly spewing out apologies followed by bashful laughing.

Sure, he was quiet and not the most socially inept, but you found that charming. Simon was authentic to the core, not trying to be anyone else. So, you weren't sure why he was always the target of torment from others in your grade.

You felt terrible, seeing the way it affected him. You always got a bad vibe when he would come to class late, constantly zoning out, and it especially worried you on days where he wouldn't say a peep to you or anyone for that matter. There was even a time where you caught a glimpse of his wrist when he went to grab something off of a shelf you couldn't reach.

You held back your gasp, swallowing it down your throat. You felt yourself shrink inside you. The state of it was just... you'd never seen self inflicted wounds look like... that. It was jagged fresh cuts on top of older ones, his once ivory skin discolored into brown hyperpigmentation from the scarring that spanned so far on his arm.

You were sick to your stomach. But what could you do? You weren't made for confrontation, Simon would only continue to get the same treatment or even worse if you did say something. You didn't want to overstep your boundaries either... I mean, who exactly were you? What did Simon think of you? Wouldn't it be weird for someone superficial to get involved in something so personal? You figured you'd just make things worse if you tried to help, that's how things usually go for you...

So, in other words... You played the role of the bystander. Your biggest regret, your biggest mistake. The only thing you could do for him was simply be there... sometimes.

But when the tormentors saw you and Simon in the halls walking out of class laughing it up together, they sought to ruin that for him too. Simon's bullies targeted you, they considered you his little girlfriend with the way he looks at you. That's when you stopped being there for Simon at all. They had gotten you too, and he didn't even know it...

When you only talked to him about school related things and shut him out completely outside of that, he found himself falling apart. Not you too, he thought to himself. Dark thoughts manifesting in his head. She hates you too. Look at what you did, Simon, you made her leave just like everyone else in your miserable life.

You managed to get through the rest of the semester, passing your classes with flying colors. And now it was summer break, you'd go back to your family's hometown for the summer. Simon spent the summer doing his own thing. He tended to wander around the city, you'd think he was homeless if you didn't know him.

Well, truth is, he hasn't ever felt at home in his life. Never feeling accepted or safe, anywhere. He feels as though the stone-cold streets of the city accepted him. And so he wandered and wandered, doing who knows what. Not even he knew what the fuck he was doing or going on.

His mental health had deteriorated significantly that summer and that voice in his head became louder over time. Instructing Simon to get revenge on those who made his life this way. I know you're sick of feeling like you're the one to blame, so take revenge. The voice would say to him. This inner turmoil and tug of war for sanity would go on for quite some time.

Until finally.

Snap

He's tracked you down, has you cornered. There was no escaping Simon's wrath. Though, you had no idea you were on his shit list. You were genuinely surprised to see him after all this time. He... looked somewhat the same. You don't look tired like him, even though he feels you should be. Your eyes softened, it made you sad to see the state Simon was in. Though as morbid as it sounds, you felt some relief seeing that he hasn't killed himself yet either, as that was always a fear of yours ever since you discovered his suffering back then.

Simon considers letting you go for a moment. He could still turn back and carry on with his life, change for the better... No, he knows that won't be possible. It's now or sometime later, he might as well get it out of the way and incite his revenge now. Vicious, brutal, savage revenge with malice aforethought.

You stood there like a deer in headlights, looking up at him with wide doe eyes as he crept closer. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You asked him what he wanted and if you could help him. Simon opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

Before he violently ended the lives of his tormenters he squeezed an apology from them as he watched the life slowly drain out of them, but what he wanted from you wasn't anything so simple that it could be expressed solely with words. No, that just wouldn't do the trick.

He would show you instead.

Simon reached out a tattered hand, only to hesitate, realizing how ugly it was compared to you. He was stuck on grasping how much smaller you look compared to him now. Within a moment's notice, there he was.

With unknown intentions, he had overpowered you, covering your mouth with his gloved hand while he carried you to the nearest alley where no one could find the two of you no matter how much noise you made.

Simon felt thankful in this moment that this was a dead city. The population was so low, it's not even normal to see more than 6 people in the streets at the busiest hours of the day.

Suddenly, Simon had your softer, fragile body tightly pressed up against the hard brick walls of the building lining the alleyway. You begged him to tell you what's wrong so you can fix it, asking what you did to deserve this. Simon goes on to say he wants to make you feel what he felt back then. To let you know what it's like to be beaten, to feel crushed, and utterly alone.

It's clear what he wants now. It's punishment. In your newfound fear, you cry as you beseech him to give you the answer to why. "Why punish me?" You'd asked him. Simon only feels more anger bubbling up as the voice in his head tells him you're trying to deny what you did all those years back. You abandoned him... Left him to be swallowed up by loneliness again. You... you did... You were wrong.

He would punish you for your cruel sin, make you beg for his forgiveness. For the mercy you never had the grace of showing him. Only, he would. Just when you're at your lowest, he'll extend a hand, kiss your forehead, and absolve you of sin. Because he's better than you. Yes, that's what he wants.

He'll bully you to see how you like it, and you'll see how wrong you were to abandon him even when he went through horrible horrible things. Simon would bask in your voice when you cry out that you don't deserve him and his kindness, for you to admit that you were wrong to ever leave him.

Simon watches the moonlight spill from the sky after a cloud reveals it hit your skin. He hastily removes your clothing, jerking you different ways while doing so. Your pleads fall on deaf ears at this point as you try to explain your side of the story, struggling against his forceful movements. You had more than enough time to explain, and now Simon determined you've made it clear how you feel about him. But he would prove you wrong. Make you realize your feelings for him. Even if he has to do it by means of force. You'll never leave his side again.

Simon grabs your jaw, crashing his lips into yours, his teeth pushed into yours from the force he put behind his kiss. His kisses were animalistic, as if he were trying to eat you instead of kiss you. Fear filled your body as Simon turned something that lovers do into something malicious. He even bit your lip to the point of drawing blood. You cringed at the taste of iron in your mouth. Bringing a hand to wipe away the blood, Simon intercepts it, pinning it above your head as you look up at him with blood stained lips. He always thought you were pretty, but right now he adored this version. A lazy smile crept up on his face.

You wince from the pain of your head, your restrained hand, and from the feeling of being pressed so hard up against a brick wall. And suddenly, a potent rag was brought to your face, fearful eyes looking up at Simon. Of course, you were out like a light within seconds. Simon caught you in his arms with fraudulent nobility.

The scene changes to Simon's room. It would be almost empty if not for the small messes here and there along with his bed. Simon carefully set you down on the bed as if he were prince and you, a princess. As much as he wanted to throw you down, Simon held himself back.

Your shirt ripped in his grasp where he churned the fabric in his fist, knuckles white in their strain. It's only until then when Simon slips off your clothes stripping you naked that he sees the abuse your body had endured along with the identical scarring he has on his wrists on your upper thighs. After pausing, Simon's expression turned solemn. Only for a second. No matter. Good. You deserved it. You couldn't possibly feel what he's been feeling. You probably just did that for attention, he curses the thought as he knows you better than that. You'd never once seeked for attention in your life.

Right now, he wanted to feel you. It'd been so long, he hadn't realized how much he had missed you until his body started reacting to your touch despite never feeling it besides the accidental brushing up against each other or awkward side hugs. His demeanor softened the more he touched you while yet remaining domineering despite his newfound gentleness.

Watchful eyes locked on to you, observing your reactions when he touched you here, right here, and here too. Your body reacted very nicely to his touch even in your sleepy, drugged up state. He'd like to keep you at home, all to himself. He'd chain you up and keep you in his basement if that's what it took.

His horrible thoughts had manifested a reality Simon didn't know he wanted. This ever-consuming obsession with you had gotten the best of him. Simon remembers the times he would pump his length vigorously whilst imagining grim fantasies of capturing you. Fantasies of how he would punish you for your crimes against him. For making him fall in love with you and then just abandoning him like he were trash, making you grovel in the dirt. Even still, he'd even had softer fantasies of rescuing you from evildoers, only for you to cry and cling to him, never letting go.

Maybe he could still salvage the real you. Because the real you would've never abandoned him... Never. You wouldn't... Simon continues his inner battle of morality and sanity as he runs his larger and worn hands all over your plush skin, much warmer than his. He was sure to leave bruises on you as the more he touched you, the more intense he felt. Fearing that if he let you go, you'd leave him for good.

Heart pounding heavy, Simon had discarded his clothing and laid up against you skin to skin. The muscles of his upper body flexed with contained rage as he hovered himself above your bare naked body. With that, he began gliding his hands on you. Gentle, at first. And then, not so gentle. His hands meet your neck, to which his grasp tightens and tightens and tightens some more. Your body squirms in reaction, barely conscious. Simon observes the skin he had touched turn red. So sensitive. Now, you were beginning to come into consciousness, eyelids barely lifting despite trying so hard, trying to be alert. Your chest tightens with anticipation when you realize you're in the nude under Simon, who was bare as well. He was so close, closer than you've been with anyone. You feel a foreign heat between your legs, and it's poking at you. With a gulp, your eyes turn back to look at Simon, pleading with him to stop now. Of course he recognized that look, what it meant. He would not oblige.

You whine at his unforgiving touch as Simon continues to touch you. His hot breath puffing out onto your face where you trembled from the soul-seeking coldness in his eyes. You'd never seen him this needy, this inability to hold back. It terrified you, your weak hands pushing on him in a pathetic scramble, to which he was unbothered by. In fact, he loved it. He found himself wanting you to resist him. It only gives him all the more reason to punish you.

With an evil grin, Simon dips his course, long middle finger up into your already slick cunt. You fail holding back slurred out moans, the sound falling so beautifully on Simon's ears. Another sound filled the room, the squish and squelch of your slit being abused by Simon and his moans of anticipation. Just when you're on the edge of something good, he stops.

Simon wastes no time.

"Ah!" You're yelping when Simon bites down harshly on the tender crook of your neck, hard enough to draw blood. Simon's hips hit you with a lewd thwack! The pain was overwhelming, tears streaming down your cheeks. You try to scratch your assailant, dig your fingers into his skin (--though, that would only make him grin), but when you try to, it seems like your arms are so heavy. The most you can do is make measly efforts push him away. Simon chuckles darkly, humored by your thought that you could really stop him. How cute.

You couldn't believe this was Simon.

Simon is practically drooling when the vicious curve of his fat tip draws relentless glides across your g-spot, mapping you from the inside out. Thrusting precariously on top of him while he fucked you over and over-

There's a low, sultry growl coming from the very depths of his chest when Simon's pulling out ever-so-slightly. His vice-like hold around your neck tightens even more, breath puffing in raggedy hot pants against your cheek.

He's gripping the angry red tip of his cock, moving down the shaft to the base, giving the peak of your puffed-up clit a stinging smack! smack! smack! with the very tip of his thick, hot head.

And your slimy pussy just coats his throbbing cock in a milky gloss of cum. Your slick saturated his dick down to form a creamy ring at the very bottom of his thick hilt. As soon as Simon finishes bullying his length back in between your sopping wet pussy lips, he just throws his head back, half-lidded eyes swirling with rageful lust.

He thought to himself how the tables have turned. You'd always looked down on him, now he was the one looking down on you. You probably always thought he was pathetic, always took pity on him. Well who's the pathetic one now? Your moans of pleasure and sweet wails of pain were truly pathetic, he could only let out a dark chuckle.

He had made you submit to him, that meant you were finally his forever now and could not leave. Is this all it took? To make you his? If it was that easy, he thought he should've done this ages ago.

Simon's rough handling on your hips left a trail of more bruises along with neat little fingernail patterns along your skin, making use of each and every bit of strength he had to hammer with such jarring pummels into your poor pussy. It's like his girth was just molding your tight innards to his size.

He barely even slows down, grunting out the hoarse mantra of your name. "Oh fuck-" Simon's breath hitches and he clenches his teeth as his balls pump out his hot load inside you.

Awe, you thought this was over? Oh, no. Simon flipped you over onto your knees, instructing you to keep your head down and your ass up. Gripping your hip firmly with one hand, the other placed his cock at your entrance. Ignoring your desperate cries of resistance, Simon slammed his hips against your cheeks, your jaw slacking open when he did. Whole body trembling at the feeling of being full again, you let out pitiful cries of pleasure.

Despite your fear and sadness, you found yourself become overwhelmed with a desire for Simon and his love-making. Your pupils were practically heart-shaped by how many times he had made you cum by now. His sheets almost completely soaked with both of your love juices. Simon's heart eyes were locked onto the way your ass jiggled every time he slammed his hips into you. "F-fuuhhck, cumming again-" Simon let out a growl as he threw his head back, his grip on your hips tightening.

Round after round, Simon cruelly pounded and came inside you time and time again. His thrusts seemingly becoming more sadistic the more he continued. Eventually, your body was overstimulated to the point of you blacking out. And that still did not stop Simon. You were his, and that meant his all the time.

Hours and hours passed, the effects of the drugs were beginning to weaken, your sensations are feeling more real, the pain and pleasure feeling intenser as all of your nerves start to wake up. You wince in pain as your head pounded, your body aching from Simon's rough handling on you. He had you held close to him in missionary with your legs behind your head. You figured you would try to push him off of you now, but your weakness did not fade. Arms still feeling like static, they fell to your sides.

Simon, still in his lustful dissociation, grabbed hold of your wrists with his hand. His rhythmic thrusting turned jagged as he came close again. You wondered if you could get through to him in the state he was in now but you figured you'd at least try.

"Simon... Simon! Please, I- mm, need you to let mme g.. go." You managed to peep out, searching for him in his eyes. "You n-need to stop tthis... Ple-ase? You're h-urting me-" Simon let go of your wrists and grabbed your jaw, your lips forced into a silly pouty look. "Good. You fucking deserve this after what you did." Simon spoke out in a breathy, yet clear voice.

"You fucking left me. All. alone..." Simon thrusted into you with a thwack! thwack! in between that last part. Your face twisted in agonizing pleasure. "W-what?" Simon was pissed off at the fact you were trying to play dumb with him. "Oh, don't play coy with me. Acting like you're innocent. You know exactly what the fuck you did." Your cries mixed with moans sounded so melodic to Simon as he fucked you harder.

"Bad girl. Bad." He muttered quietly to himself under his breath as his eyes scanned you from your face, to your breasts, to where his cock was pumping in and out of your pussy. Bringing his thumb down to your plump, unsuspecting clit, Simon rubbed you harshly in all the right ways.

At this point, you were seeing stars as the pressure in your lower abdomen began swirling again. "Simon w-wai..." You gave up on your words at the end as all of your focus was on Simon's touch and the way your body was reacting to it. This is bad, you feel like if this continues, you really won't be able to live a normal life and become Simon's personal fuck toy forever.

(Part 2?)

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kanyelover211 · 8 months ago

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Information.

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

Name: Cassie Otis

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 (nothing to cray cray)

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:

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sylvxters · 11 months ago

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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..

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ebbyxiii · 1 year ago

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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]

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bigboipyromaniac · 1 month ago

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HEY!

It's been a while since I've posted, but I'm back!

For now...

ANYWAYS I've cleared my inbox and ask so if you requested something, you can re-ask! I just needed a fresh start.

Now here's some of character I'm willing to write

Postal dude (Postal)

Not Important (Hatred)

Hank (Madness Combat) (I'm not writing his full name)

Sanford (Madness Combat)

Deimos (Madness Combat)

Simon Henriksson (Cry of Fear)

James Sunderland (Silent Hill)

Walter Sullivan (Silent Hill)

Harry Mason (Silent Hill)

Gabriel (Ultrakill)

Kiryu Kazuma (Yakuza)

Goro Majima (Yakuza)

Ichiban Kasuga (Yakuza)

Takayuki Yagami (Lost Judgment)

Alucard (Castlevania)

Solid 'David' Snake (Metal Gear Solid)

Raiden 'Jack' (Metal Gear Solid)

Jetstream Sam (Metal Gear Rising)

Venom Snake (Metal Gear Solid)

Dante Sparda (Devil May Cry)

Sebastian Solace (Pressure)

I'll add more when I can :p

Now some things I can do:

Fluff

Smut

Honestly give me anything that's not illegal and I'll do it

Things I won't do:

EXTREAM GORE, like it could be considered a snuff story (I know I have some fucked up characters but plz spare me)

Loli/Shota (ermmm)

Step siblings/ parent

Incest

Anyways I hope I can post more often, and yall enjoy the story

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skulla-rxcks · 6 months ago

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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.

#~skulla rxcks #cry of fear #cry of fear smut #Simon henriksson #simon henriksson smut #smut #oneshot #fanfiction

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fbs-fc-ur-mommy · 1 year ago

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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

#cry of fear #cry of fear simon #simon cry of fear #simon henriksson #simon henriksson smut #simon henriksson x reader #Cry of fear Sophie #book simon

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esmestarz · 1 year ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ INTRO ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

about me ─ ★

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, gang bang, male reader, gn reader, character x character, character x oc, poly relationships, specified race reader, trans reader since idk how to portray them

what and who i write for ─ 𐙚⋅˚₊‧

MOVIES ─ ★

black swan

- nina sayers

- lily

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

SERIES ─ ★

pretty little liars

- emily fields

- alison dilaurentis

- hanna marin

- spencer hastings

outerbanks

- rafe cameron

- sarah cameron

- jj maybanks

- kiara carrera

- pope heyward

- john b routledge

the babysitters club

- sam thomas

- kristy thomas

- stacey mcgill

- claudia kishi

- dawn schafer

malcolm in the middle

- malcolm wilkerson

- reese wilkerson

- francis wilkerson

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

genshin impact

- kinich

- xiao

- aether

- kazuha

- scaramouche

- cyno

- heizou

- thoma

honkai star rail

- argenti

- aventurine

- blade

- dan heng

- gepard

- sunday

ANIME ─ ★

jujutsu kaisen

- megumi fushiguro

- gojo satoru

- yuji itadori

- ryomen sukuna

- inumaki toge

- yuuta okkotsu

- choso kamo

#who i write for #intro post #fanfic writer #my stuff

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ladysmutwriter · 8 months ago

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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.

#cry of fear #cry of fear smut #cry of fear x reader #david leatherhoff x reader #simon henriksson x reader

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skulla-rxcks · 6 months ago

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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.

#~skulla rxcks #cof #cry of fear #simon henriksson smut #simon henriksson #fluff

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ladysmutwriter · 9 months ago

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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.

#cry of fear #cry of fear x reader #cry of fear smut #simon henriksson x reader #simon henriksson #david leatherhoff #david leatherhoff x reader

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