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[lucifers-trash-stash]

J is for Jeep

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m back with my entry for @simons-thirst-squad‘s ABC Challenge! This is my first time writing a fic with Simon as the main character, and he’s getting quite frisky with the reader in his Jeep. No plot here folks, only smut. ;)

Words: 1831

Warnings: Smut, semi-public, Jeep sex, oral sex, Simon’s muscles.

You found yourself being jolted awake to the sound of the car door opening. Even with your blurred gaze from the sleep seeds in your eyes, you recognized the figure that hoisted himself into the driver’s seat next to you in the inky darkness of the night. Simon gave you a lopsided grin as he looked down at you, curled up into a ball with your face pressed against the glass of the passenger’s side door.

“Morning sleepyhead,” he chuckled as he reached over and gripped your thigh, playfully shaking your leg to wake you up.

You stifled a laugh and swatted his hand away. You were never good at staying awake during all-nighter runs. Thankfully, being Simon’s girlfriend gave you a few perks, one being that he let you sleep in his mammoth sized Jeep until the crew set out again in the morning.

With a soft yawn, you scooted over to Simon and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before nestling your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and wrapped a muscular arm around your shoulders and pulled you in closer. You couldn’t quite place what you loved about his smell, just that his manly scent felt comforting and protective whenever you hugged him.

“Are you turning in for the night?” you asked, tilting your head up to look at him.

He grinned down at you before gripping your waist and pulling you up onto his lap. You giggled at the sensation of his mustache brushing against the sensitive area of skin just below your jaw as he peppered kisses down your neck. “Something like that,” he mumbled into your skin.

He let you squirm in his arms for a bit as you gripped the lapels of his shirt. He took the opportunity to press a kiss to your lips, hungry and full of desire. You tangled one of your hands in his hair, not worrying about mussing it up because he always looked like he just stumbled out of bed.

A gasp escaped your throat as Simon flipped you back onto the seat and loomed over you. His lips never leave yours as his calloused fingers traced their way up your side and underneath your shirt.

“Simon,” you breathed out, trying to push his hand back down. “We can’t. They’ll hear.”

You weren’t sure where the rest of Simon’s group of Saviors were staying for the night, but it couldn’t have been too far from where the Jeep stood. While the Jeep was too tall for anyone to easily peer into, you weren’t sure you’d be able to hold back when you were in the throes of ecstasy.

Simon’s hand slipped further up, grazing against your stomach before settling on your breast. His large hand easily held you in his hand, gently squeezing over the fabric of your bra.

He gave you a mischievous look before he said, “Don’t think you can keep quiet, baby?”

You huffed and looked up at him. “Is that a challenge?” you asked.

He grinned. “I suppose so,” he murmured as he settled his knees in between yours. You could already feel his growing hardness grind against your jeans. “That is, if you’re not too afraid of getting caught.”

That settled it. You yanked down on the collar of his shirt until his lips smashed down onto yours. You felt him chuckle against your lips as you tore open his shirt and ran your hand down his muscular chest, gliding your fingers across his abs over his undershirt.

Simon sat up and yanked both shirts off his body, balling them up and tossing them somewhere over the seat. Before you could admire his broad chest and shoulders like you usually did, he pulled you up so he could pull your shirt over your head with one fluid motion. He didn’t hesitate on unclasping your bra either, and he flung that into the back with the rest of the clothes.  

“Careful there. If you lose my favorite bra back there I won’t be happy with you,” you teased as Simon pushed you back onto the leather cover of the seat beneath you.

“I’ll lead the search party after this,” Simon whispered before dipping his head into your cleavage and pressing your breasts to his face as he sucked on your tender skin. You let out a soft whine and gripped the back of his neck for leverage while he wrapped his tongue around one of your nipples. His bulky arms held you in place as he started relentlessly sucking on your hardening bud while rolling the other over in his fingers. You bit your lip to hold back the loud moans you wanted to make as he deliciously tortured your body.

He moved lower down your chest, pressing kisses along your ribs and to your stomach, worshiping every inch of your body in hopes of pulling another whine out of your throat. Once he reached your hips, he’d already wrenched your jeans and panties down your thighs and thrown them god knows where.

He gave you no warning before pressing his face against your sex, his tongue already hard at work exploring your folds and tasting the growing wetness there. You leaned back against the seat, trying to escape his tongue for a moment of relief as you bit down hard on your lip. He doesn’t let you. Instead his calloused fingers dug into your hips and pulled you as close as humanly possible, ignoring your desperate gasps for him to slow down.

With a few expert flicks of his tongue along your clit, you quickly managed to clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle a loud groan that almost caught you by surprise. Simon’s eyes looked up at yours and you could feel his chuckle vibrate against your sex. He was having way too much fun trying to get you caught just to prove a point.

Even as you desperately tried not to make a sound, you found the hand that wasn’t pressed to your mouth was wrapped in Simon’s hair, keeping him in place as his tongue sent those familiar pangs of need over your nerves. You needed to come, and you wanted him to hurry and bring you the ecstasy you desperately desired.

Just as you were about to feel that familiar release, you were pulled back to reality as Simon pushed himself up and away from your grasping limbs. He gave you a smug expression as he looked at how you groaned into your hand and glared up at him. Before you could even register the action, he had wrenched your hands away from you and held them over your head.

He watched you struggle for a moment and chuckled darkly. “What’s the matter baby, got something to say?” he asked.

You struggled to keep your breathing from sounding like a plea for him. You bit down on your lip as Simon gyrated his hips against yours, his growing hardness straining against the fabric of his pants. “Please Simon,” you managed to squeak out. “Please fuck me!” It had come out a little louder than you wanted it to, but you didn’t care, you needed to feel him inside you.

Pleased by your response, Simon kept both of your hands still with one of his as he used the other to unbuckle and kick off his pants. He lined himself up at your entrance and slowly pushed his way inside, savoring the pleasure of your tight walls enveloping him completely.

There was no way for you to cover your mouth as he bottomed out, leaving you to try your damndest to bite your lip and suppress the moans that threatened to escape. But as he began to thrust you started to realize what a tall order that was. Just the feeling of him inside you as his free hand roamed your curves was becoming too much to bear.

Just as you were about to sneak just one moan out, you heard the sound of voices approaching the Jeep. Your eyes widened as you stared up at Simon, who had momentarily stopped himself from continuing. You couldn’t recognize them, but your worry was that the crew forgot something in the Jeep and needed it, and would inevitably catch you and Simon in the act when they opened the door.

As the voices moved closer to the side of the vehicle, Simon gave you a devilish wink. Your heart was beating in your throat as you tried to make it clear in your facial expressions that he’d better not try, not that it ever worked. This time was not different either, as he pulled out just enough before driving himself back into you.

You clamped your mouth shut as best as you could, but you could already hear soft moans breaking their way through. Even with the threat of being caught, your body was desperate for more, for him to continue this pleasurable onslaught on your body. He seemed to sense it too, as his thrusts became faster and his fingers had begun to knead and paw at your breasts, sending your brain into overdrive.

At this point, you weren’t even sure if the men had passed the Jeep, but you couldn’t help but moan his name in that high pitched way you usually did when you were close. Simon noticed and released your hands so that you could pull him down to you. As your mind started to blank, you held his mouth to yours and practically screamed into his lips as your body tensed and trembled against his. He continued to thrust into you at an erratic pace as he neared his end. It wasn’t long before he pulled himself from you, his mouth hung open in in  silent moan as he pressed his forehead against yours as he spilled his release down your thigh.

The two of you lay in a tangled entwinement of limbs for a short while, enjoying the closeness of each other. You sighed into the crook of his neck, your fingers tracing lazily over the muscles in his back. Simon only shifted to sit up when you squirmed to try to find a better position under his heavy body.

Simon looked down at you for a moment, just enjoying the sight of you. Finally he said, “So I guess I win the bet.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes as you looked up at him. “You cheated. You caught me off guard is all.”

“Sure,” Simon said, winking at you.

You sat still for a moment before asking, “Were those guys still around when I…?”

“Not sure,” Simon shrugged as he peeked out the window. “Just be glad Negan wasn’t here. He’d never let you hear the end of it.”

You snorted and sat up to press a kiss to his lips, his arms wrapped around you tenderly like he hadn’t just turned your world upside down just a few minutes prior.

Seeing as how I don’t have a full tag list for Simon, I’m only tagging mutuals and those that have requested to be tagged in everything I post. Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my fics! <3

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[reclusive-cat-lady]

Wildcard - Simon x Reader

Summary: Reader steals from the Sanctuary and faces the consequences after an encounter with Simon.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, strong language, mentions of suicide, alcohol usage, cunnilingus, spanking, orgasm delay, dubcon, bondage

Words: 2777

Tags: @simons-thirst-squad​ @redisunamused​  

A/N: Written for the ABC’s of Simon Challenge. Unbeta’ed. Feel free to let me know if you'd like to be tagged in my future fics.

Holding my breath, I could do no more than wish for my own death. The cards were now stacked against me as the odds could only be in my favor so long. Life was a gamble and I no longer held the winning hand. My death bell's toll came in the form of shrieks and moans of the undead encompassing the walls sheltering me. The rickety door and dilapidated windows of the tiny room held little protection from the growing horde.

When I closed the door behind me, I had inadvertently sealed my own coffin. There was no escape within these four walls. Or should I say, there was no way out. I had a clear escape from it all in liquid form. If I had to choose where to spend my last day on earth, an abandoned bar wasn't the worst option.

Feeling pressure build in my lungs, I exhaled sharply and brought the glass I held to my lips as I took a generous sip of scotch. Pressing my eyes shut, I drowned out the horrors that dwell outside the sanctuary that would soon be my resting place. The hungry growls outside were now a distant hum as I focused on the soothing warmth of the drink, allowing my thoughts to drift.

Death was but a part of life. I'd never been afraid of living precariously and I sure as hell wasn't going to start now. The danger of everyday life in a world where each day could be my last drove me to face another. My ultimate fear was not of death but instead life. Life lacking adventure was but a mundane existence and not one I wanted to live.

It wasn't as if I hadn't considered bursting out the door in a blaze of glory to meet my inevitable end but, in reality, suicide without reason or valor was equally as meaningless. The irony of the situation made it all the more disconcerting.

I had been on a simple run only hours ago. I suppose my idea of simple would be another man's greatest challenge if one considers sneaking past a blockade of walkers, and into one of the most heavily guarded communities, to be a difficult endeavor. From what I could gather, this group called the Saviors, shows no mercy to traitors and thieves. The risk of capture only fueled my insatiable thirst for adventure. Though I only confiscated a knapsack worth of supplies, the mission had been well worth the effort having gave me the rush of adrenaline I so craved.

In the midst of my mission, I had been spotted so I made a stealthy exit. That was my first error. Instead of heading North, I took the alternative route and ran straight into a horde of the walkers. That's how I ended up here. Trapped in a tavern for nothing more than a few cans of food, a portable radio and a deck of playing cards.

My game of survival was finally nearing its end. It was but a matter of time before the multitude of walkers were to break down the door and see to my demise. Acceptance of death washed over me as the door behind burst open. Without so much as glancing at the intrusion, I calmly took my final sip of scotch knowing the end was seconds away. Rather than the moans of the undead, my ears were met with the slam of a door.

Startled by the intrusion, I jerked my head around having expected to be met with the sight of bloodthirsty creatures stumbling about. Instead, I found myself captivated by the appearance of a man – one who was very much alive.

Still oblivious to my presence, he propped himself against the door, chest heaving. His khaki shirt tightened over his toned muscles with each breath. He was the epitome of ruggedly handsome in an unconventional sense with a peculiar air about him which I couldn't quite put my finger on. He dawned an outlandish mustache which oddly seemed to suit him.

The man raised his head and took a glance around the room. He did a double take in my direction, having taken notice of my silent observation. Bringing his shoulders back in a defensive stance, he stood up and advanced toward me.

I tried my damnedest to play it casual despite my rush of exhilaration. Blood thrillingly raced through my veins at the prospect of the unknown. While my poker face may have been on point, I was quite certain the heaving of my chest was a dead give away that I wasn't as collected as I'd have liked to pretend I was. I let out a sharp breath as the man stopped a few feet from me. His eyes traveled up and down my body though I felt there was something more to it than lust, almost as if he were searching for something. His scrutinizing gaze quickly turned to one of amusement as his lips curved in a wide grin.

“Looks like I got here in time for happy hour.”

“Yeah? You're just lucky you got through those doors. Helluva rush hour traffic out there,” I said coolly as I jumped off the stool and strode toward the bar, intentionally brushing shoulders with the man as I passed him. Making my way behind the bar, I placed my elbows on the counter opposite of the stranger and leaned forward in a seductive manner, making a point to accentuate my breasts. I had never been this forward with men prior to the apocalypse but life was short and potential partners were few. Carpe diem, I reminded myself. “So, handsome, what will it be?”

“Gin. Top shelf,” he said nodding in the general direction of the gin selection.

I turned and grabbed a bottle of Hendricks and a rocks glass, blowing lightly to dispel any dust or debris before pouring the liquor. Sliding the glass across the counter, I then topped off my own drink. “You got a name?”

“Simon.”

I gave him my own name in exchange before returning to my stool. My eyes averted his as I stared at my drink, feeling his piercing gaze burning into me. Simon took a seat directly to my left, his proximity bringing chills down my spine. Something about him sent danger signals to my mind though my body wanted nothing more than for him to entertain my wildest of fantasies. His dangerous vibes made him all the more alluring. It was a rare occurrence to run into survivors nowadays, especially ones who were so well-kempt as he. This only added to the mystery that was Simon and I was bound and determined to figure it out.

Swinging my stool around to face him, I found his eyes still upon me. I smiled invitingly hoping to elicit deviance from his stoic composure. “I take it you didn't fight your way through the herd just for a drink, did you?

“Now that's a loaded question,” he replied, altering his tone to a lively one. Now we're getting somewhere. I waited in anticipation for him to continue, our eyes locked in a silent battle. After another moment of deafening silence, it became clear he wasn't going to elaborate. He jutted his chin forward, leaning his body closer, in a gesture signifying it was my turn to speak. Too stubborn to play his game, I remained silent tilting my head in mock confusion.

“Repartee. Tit for tat. Quid pro quo.” Simon said flippantly with a smug grin across his face as he leaned in even closer, scooting his chair forward so that his legs pressed firmly against the outside of mine. He placed his buff arm on the back of my chair confining me in my place. His face was now inches from mine.“Your turn, sweetheart.”

I could feel the intoxicating heat of his breath on my face, taking me off guard slightly. A warmth began to build in my core making it difficult to focus on anything but his body heat against mine. I was half tempted to scoot forward on the stool, subtly hiking up my skirt in the process, but instead opted to up the steaks and challenge him.

“I'll tell you what,” I began. “How about we play a game? Looser answers the question first. Fully and honestly.”

“I don't bargain.” Simon leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable.

“But,” he drawled. “You have me intrigued. Go on.”

I couldn't hold back a smile, knowing I had him right where I wanted him. “A simple game of poker. I mean, it's not like we have much else to pass the time,” I suggested, brushing my leg teasingly against his inner thigh.

With Simon still holding my chair in place, I craned my neck as I reached for the backpack behind me. My newly obtained deck of cards was conveniently on top, saving me the trouble of digging through the other items I'd taken.

“Wild cards or no?” I asked as I picked up the deck. Feeling Simon's hands around my waist, I was jolted off my seat. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself laying across his lap as I stared at the floor. His hand pressing into the back of my neck immobilizing me. “What the hell?!”

“Seems you have something that doesn't belong to you,” Simon said lowly. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This wasn't going how I planned at all. “You should know, Negan doesn't take kindly to thievery.”

“Who the hell is Negan?” I spat. I was already screwed. No sense in abating my audacity now.

A resounding smack echoed through the room as Simon's hand came down harshly on my backside. It stung like hell even through my clothing. Putting up a fight was out of the question as Simon's strength was overpowering. Even if I wanted to escape, there was nowhere to run. As indignant as my position was, I was eager to play out our little game. Not to mention I was turned on as fuck.

“I think a little respect is in order, don't you?” Simon said with disconcerting composure. “Now, do you care to repeat your question?”

“Seeing as answering questions directly is something you struggle with, I'm gonna say no,” I retorted, earning myself three more sharp slaps in quick succession. The pain of it coupled with a growing pleasure left me craving his touch. I clenched my thighs together in desperate need of friction.

“Now, I'm getting the impression you don't understand the gravity of the situation here.” Simon rested his hand on my ass, rubbing lightly. Feeling my panties growing wet, I began to wonder how long I could keep this up. “I'm beginning to think you need a lesson. Set things straight.”

“Do you care to demonstrate?” I purred. Without missing a beat, Simon lifted my skirt and began tauntingly rubbing my panty-clad clit. His fingertips traced circles with alternating pressure that was just enough to drive me wild. “Jesus, fuck!” I snapped in impatience.

Simon pulled down my panties much to my satisfaction. I involuntarily thrust my hips back eager with anticipation only to be met with a harsh slap to my bare skin. A moan escaped my lips which I silently cursed myself for.

“The thing about punishments is,” Simon said as he inserted a finger inside me. “It wouldn't be a punishment if I gave you what you wanted, now would it?” He emphasized his point by abruptly removing his finger and spanking me once again. I writhed across his lap, no longer able to hide how much I was enjoying this. The pressure of Simon's grip on my neck increased as his other hand slipped between my thighs. He began rubbing circles around my clit at an agonizingly slow pace before inserting one finger followed by another, pumping in and out.

“Fuck,” I cried out. “Just fucking fuck me already.”

I immediately regretted my words, aching at the loss of his touch as he pulled away. I waited for him to make a move but he remained still, knowing full well the effect his actions had on me. Simon ghosted his fingers over the curve of my ass, no doubt prolonging my release. He squeezed tightly, the pain deepening my need. I was certain to be dripping wet at this point. Having lost focus on anything but my arousal, I hadn't noticed the absence of his hand until I heard the clank of a belt buckle. This could either be very good or very bad. I was done with the foreplay and ready to be fucked senseless but had a feeling Simon was far from finished punishing me.

Simon removed his other hand from my neck leaving me unrestrained across his lap. I tensed at the cool sensation of leather trailing lightly across the top of my thighs. My breathing hitched as my body ached with maddening desire for his caress. Simon chuckled lowly in depraved enjoyment of the torment he was inflecting on me. In a sudden movement, my hands were pulled behind my back and tightly bound.

“Seems you've got yourself in a predicament here,” Simon stated pretentiously. Though I couldn't see his face, I wanted nothing more than to slap the smug grin I was certain he was dawning.

“This all could have been avoided. But,” he paused, placing his hand over the curve of my ass to further emphasize his control. “Point is, what happened happened. So this is how it has to be.”

Before I could contest, Simon raised his hand and brought it down sharply causing me to jolt at the sheer force of the strike. A merciless series of blows followed working into a steady rhythm as I struggled wildly, writhing in his lap. His hand pressed firmly into the small of my back, steadying all but my legs as I continued to kick with abandon. The exquisite pain only deepened my inner thirst. My cheeks began to burn and my pussy throbbed with raw desire.

Simon's growing erection pressed deliciously against my abdomen, filling me with a searing need. A needy moan escaped my lips not unnoticed by Simon. He immediately halted and hoisted me onto the bar-top. I winced at the contact of my tender flesh against the cool wood beneath me. The discomfort was quickly forgotten upon looking down into the hungry eyes of the man kneeling beneath me. His hands locked around my knees as he spread my legs apart. I caught a glimpse of his wicked smile before he nestled his face between my thighs.

Simon's tongue flicked across my most sensitive spot causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. His hands slid up my legs, grasping my hips with bruising force to pull me forward so that I was positioned fully against his mouth. His hands massaged my thighs as his tongue lapped sweet circles tracing over my clit.

His mustache contrasted with the feathery strokes of his tongue, adding another level of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist in a heated attempt to pull him closer, loosing my balance in the process as the action only served to slide myself closer to the edge of the bar-top. I leaned back on my hands for support as Simon teased my lips apart, the silvery strokes of his tongue causing my walls to flutter.

I moaned with pleasure as Simon buried himself in my sweet heat. His change in rhythm left me with a blinding need for release. Heedful to my desire, Simon returned his attention to my clit. His ministrations intensified, the brutal strength of his passion bringing me to the edge. I came undone as my orgasm ripped through my body. Simon pulled me forward as I collapsed into his arms in a daze.

Coming to my senses, I looked up to be met with Simon's lustful gaze, his lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Sweetheart, that was just a warm up. You don't actually think we're finished, do you?”

Sinful images conjured in my mind of the things Simon had in store for me. The though of it was dizzying, my body eager for more.

The sun cast a dim glow in the room indicating night would soon fall. With the herd still present outside, there was no telling how long Simon and I would be trapped together. I smiled knowing that we were going to make the most of every minute of it.

[sherrybaby14]

E is for Extreme

Contribution for the ABC’s of Simon @simons-thirst-squad  I had so much fun writing this!  

Warnings:  Smutty, smut smut smut.  Dub-Con, walkers, BDSMish, Spanking, Cuffs, 

Pairing:  Simon/OFC 

Tags: @arkhamasylumpatient-blog1, @blondesouthsquad, @enchantingoblivion, @alyisdead, @dead-head-joker, @miiraal, @theonethatgotaway213, @marauderice, @kellyn1604, @megandrawsspace, @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers, @shanaatjelove11, @daintyunicorn, @mac5323

               A powerful hand grips your shoulder, guiding you through the darkness.  He is right behind you, almost pushing you forward.  You debate on sprinting out of his grasp, but with the blindfold on you would likely run straight into a tree.  Even though your hands aren’t tied he would stop you if you tried to free your eyes and the split second it would take to pull the damn thing down would give him the leverage to catch you again.  You sighed in frustration.

                 “Getting upset already?” Simon’s voice made your inner ear tingle.  

                 You stumble and his squeezes harder on your shoulder.  There is no doubt it will leave a bruise.  

                 “Don’t worry baby, we’re almost there.”  His voice has a bit of playfulness in it, which makes you whimper.  “Those sounds you make are music to my ears.”

                 Your blood rushes as his words bring a shock of terror to your core.  Whatever he has planned will not be pleasant.  You bite your lip and debate on breaking free again, bringing your hand up to pull the blindfold down.  

                 Simon yanks you back against his chest and his free hand swats yours down.  

                 “That’s not part of the rules.”  His mouth is right next to your face.  The playfulness in his voice replaced with a snarl of anger.

                 Your chest is heaving as you try and gulp down breaths.  He pushes you forward and your march through the forest continues.  There was no point in your latest attempt at defiance, all you’ve done is upset him.  Even if the blindfold came off it was close to midnight.  You swore the man had night vision. There was no escaping him.  

                 You took a few more steps and noticed too late that he had stopped moving.  The hand on your shoulder almost caused you to fall back, but his grip steadied you again.

                 “You in such a hurry to get away?”  Simon dragged you backwards until you fell against his chest again.  

                 “Please. Let me go.” On impulse your head nodded furiously, there was no sense in lying.  

                 He brings his other hand up and rests it on your shoulder then starts to massage.  His body slowly turns around, bringing you with him.  

                 “Here’s the rules darling.” His teeth lightly graze your earlobe. “Make it back to the Sanctuary and you’re free.  If I catch you than you are mine.”

                 Adrenaline rushes through you.  A chance.  For once you have an actual chance.  

                 “Thirty second head start.” Simon rips your blindfold off.  

                 The trees are covered in moonlight, making it brighter than you anticipated.  You blink your eyes as you stare at the tree.

                 “Clock is running darling.”  SMACK.  Simon brought his palm down hard against your rear.  

                 “Ip!” You bounce forward away from him and realize you’re wasting time.

                 You think he at least pointed you in the right direction and took off through the trees.  There was no solid path, but you ran with all your might.  Jumping over fallen debris and ignoring the branches that left small cuts on your body as you whizzed by.

                 He was being generous with you tonight.  Speed was your only advantage over the man. You tried not to think of him, or anything else besides running.  Even though you were faster than him it wasn’t by much.  Simon was too strong, too powerful.  You imagined his ripped arms reaching for your waist, the way it felt when he nibbled your ear.  BOOM.

                 You cried out in pain as you slid across the forest floor.  Fuck. You were letting yourself get distracted again.  The sound of him coming was unmistakable and you twisted your body and jumped up again. Thankfully nothing was seriously hurting and you took off running again.  

                 The leaves and branches were rustling behind you. You needed to focus on what was in front of you and tried your hardest to ignore the sounds and not see how close he was to you.  Nothing looked familiar, you weren’t even sure you were headed in the right direction. You swore fingertips grazed the back on your shirt and you doubled down, running like your lungs would explode.

                 Then you saw it.  A break in the tree line.  That had to be the Sanctuary.  Your chest burned  and your body started to ache but you push forward.  If you make it to that clearing you would be safe.  

                 A smile spread across your face.  You would win tonight.  Finally.  You rushed into the open and didn’t stop, glancing for the large factory.  But your heart dropped.  You saw nothing.  That moment of hesitation was all he needed.  

                 A body slammed into yours and your fall through the air.  Simon’s arms were around your waist, but he twisted himself so his back hit the ground and not yours.  Shock and devastation run through your body.  He beat you again.

                 You are both panting.  His tight grip on you starts to loosen.  Neither of you say a word or try and move.  After a few minutes both of you have stopped with the heavy breaths and the normal sounds of the forest return.  

                 “I win.” Simon’s smile is almost audible.  

                 You think about crying. This isn’t fair.  He cheated.  You never stood a chance.  He turned your body to face this direction, leading you right to this spot.  You twist out of his grip and stand up.  He rises with you and puts a hand on your shoulder.  

                 “No.”  You push him away.

                 There is a look of shock on his face and you use the opportunity to start running again.  You’re too tried now and barely make it ten feet before his hands are on you, hoisting you in the air.  You start thrashing, hoping to land a kick or a blow. He repositions you so that your arms are pinned to your sides and you’re flush against him.

                 “I caught you. You’re mine.” Simon jerks you even tighter. “Those are the rules darling.”

                 “Fuck you and fuck your rules.” Any fear you felt has now turned to anger.  

                 You continue to try and thrash, telling yourself he cheated.  

                 “Fuck me?” Simon laughs. “That was on my list this evening.”

                 You won’t stop fighting. You promise yourself that much. It wasn’t fair.  You were paying too much attention to your legs and trying to kick him that when the sound of a zip tie being pulled cuts through the air you freeze.  Your wrists are now secured behind your back by those stupid plastic things.  You let out a whimper.

                 “I know you hate these guys, if you would have just behaved I wouldn’t have had to use them.”  Simon moves his hands up your arms and with very little pressure pushes you to your knees.  

                 The last time he used the makeshift cuffs your wrists were soar for days with awful red marks.  The more you tugged against them the more they cut into your skin. That urge to fight against him was dulling by the second.  

                 Simon lifted his hands off your shoulders and walked around to your front.  You glanced up at him and he shook his head, his disappointment was apparent.  You dropped your head in shame.  

                 “I really hoped we could avoid a punishment tonight Y/N.”  Simon crouched down in front of you. “I have something special planned.”

                 “I’m sorry.” You’re not, but the idea of a punishment makes you say otherwise.

                 “No.” Simon stands back up and walks behind you. “But you will be.”

                 He grabs the plastic ties and hoists you up. You let out a cry as they bite into your skin.  

                 “I do love those noises you make.” Simon chuckles.

                 “Please take off the cuffs. I’ll be good. I promise.” You’re more concerned about the embarrassing marks they leave behind than the pain.

                 “I know you will darling.”  Simon walks towards a tree on the edge of the clearing.  

                 He leans you forward so that your forehead is against the tree.  You’re back is at a ninety degree angle and you don’t dare move as he starts walking around the area.  You only assume he’s making sure it’s secure.  

                 “Why am I punishing you?” Simon’s voice comes from behind you.  

                 “Because I didn’t follow the rules.” You close your eyes and gulp.  

                 His hands are on your waistband and in one motion he pulls them down with your underwear.  He doesn’t let them rest by your knees and instead guides your feet to step out of them.  You feel the night air on your naked behind and know that a spank is coming.  

                 “You should have learned by now.” Simon’s hand runs down the curve of your ass. “This is very disappointing.”

                 His words hurt your soul and the anger you feel is replaced by shame.  He is right. You shouldn’t have tried to pull the blindfold off and you certainly shouldn’t have tried to run again.  

                 “I think ten should do the trick.”  His hand disappears from your body.  

                 You brace yourself for the slap of his palm but instead a different sort on pain explodes.  It’s sharper and more concentrated and you let out an involuntary scream.  

                 “What the fuck is that?”  You ask.

                 You’re met with three more quick smacks and it feels like your ass is on fire.  

                 “I don’t hear counting.”  Simon teases.

                 “One!”  You’re quick to say, knowing the others won’t count.

                 Another smack and you try and hold back your scream.

                 “Two!”  The sting is undeniable.

                 The pain and your counting fill the air.  By the time he gets to five the sobs start coming. He continues with the punishment and you let yourself cry, no longer paying attention to the pain from your wrists. The final blow comes down and your body shakes.

                 “TEN!”  You’re not sure if you said it as loud as it sounded in your head.  

                 You feel like you might collapse when Simon scoops you up. He places a kiss on your forehead.  

                 “Good girl.”  He carries you away from the tree line and into the clearing.  

                 You curl up against his chest and notice the thin stick he is carrying.  The source of your pain.  Even though only a few seconds have passed it has already turned into more of a dull ache than a throbbing sharpness.  

                 “Good girl Y/N.”  Simon lays you on your side.  

                 You appreciate the praise and regret ever upsetting him.  You close your eyes and calm yourself, hoping you stop looking like such a blubbering mess.

                 The sound of Simon emptying his pockets makes you nervous.  You don’t want to look and see what he brought tonight.  So far none of what happened was planned.  If you could go back in time and admit that he won your hands would be free and your ass wouldn’t be on fire.  At least that’s what you assumed.  

                 “I had such a night planned for us Y/N.”  Simon sounded disappointed.  

                 You flop yourself upward awkwardly until you’re on your knees.  You look up at him with your best apologetic eyes and rest your face against his thigh. Knowing the position you’re in tells him he can have your mouth if he wants.  

                 “Even with the switch I’m not sure you made enough noise for my liking.”  He steps behind you.

                 Simon puts pressure between your shoulder blades and you lean forward until your face is against the ground.  The position essentially makes your ass high in the air and you let out a small moan knowing what is about to come.

                 “Don’t try and play coy.”  Simon runs his hand across your sore cheeks. “I know you like it. I bet you’re excited for it.”

                 With that Simon moves his fingers to your slit. As he expected and you already knew he slides into you with ease.

                 “You’re soaked.”  Simon laughs.  “It’s one of the reasons you’re my favorite playmate.  Only little whores like you get turned on from a struggle.  Or was it from the beating?  Either way, no average lady would enjoy this quite like you do.”

                 Humiliation and shame made your face blush.  You cringe at his words.  He slides his wet finger back towards your other hole and started to trace your ring.  

                 “You don’t like hearing that do you?  Well if you don’t want to learn you’re a whore by my words, let your own body show you.”  With that Simon sunk his finger into your ass.  

                 You let out a scream.  He was wrong.  You were not a whore and were not in the mood for anal play tonight.  With his finger inside of you he brought his other hand down and you let out another shriek.  

                 “Fuck. That hurts.”  You yelped.  

                 “Which part?”  Simon pulled his finger out, but not all the way.

                 “This?”  He brought down his hand for another spanking. “Or this?”

                 A partner joined his finger and in one solid motion he buried them deep inside you.  A loud yelp escaped at both.  He started moving his fingers in and out of you.  You whimpered, not wanting to admit the real reason was because your pussy needed attention.  

                 “Like a bitch in heat.”  With that comment Simon slammed his dick into you.

                 The unexpected intrusion made you gasp.  He did not let you warm up.  His fingers continued to move in and out of your ass while he gripped on to the plastic cuffs and used them to move your body as he slammed his dick into you over and over at full speed.

                 “You fucking love being stuffed like this don’t you?”  Simon’s voice was steady.  

                 He squeezed your cuffs tighter causing you to gasps in pain.  The sensation mixed with the way his dick was filling you almost caused you to cum right there.

                 “Answer me.”  Simon barely sounded like he was enjoying this.

                 “Fuck yeah.”  You said between heavy breaths.  

                 A third finger worked its way into your rear and you yelled out in a mix of frustration and pleasure.  God this was so wrong and so dirty, but he was right.  You were loving every second of it.  The way his cock made your pussy feel so tight, the way he teased your forbidden hole, how your ass cheeks burned as he slammed against them.  You rolled your eyes back in sensation. It was then that something caught your eye. A pair of feet were approaching.

                 “Simon.”  Worry started to fill you.

                 “I see the fucker.”  Now he started to sound excited.  “Don’t worry about a thing darling, just enjoy the ride.”

                 The walker was approaching and it seemed like Simon started to pick up the pace.  The pleasure and pain you were feeling had a new component to it.  Fear.  The thing was getting closer and the urge to fight or flee took in.  Since your hands were cuffed flee was the only option.  

                 “Please. It’s too close.”  You couldn’t take your eyes off the thing.

                 “I’m not finished.” Simon squeezed the plastic on your wrists.

                 Your heart raced and you had to get away.  You started to struggle, bucking your hips against his and trying to kick your legs up, pulling away from him as hard as you could. Your struggle only made you more aware of Simon’s cock and how hard it was slamming into you.

                 Even in your fear and struggles the feeling began to build.  The one you forgot how much you looked forward too.  You started to buck your hips, not to get away but to urge Simon on. You were close on the verge.  

                 The feeling vanished when the Walker let out a snarl. The thing was only a few feet away. It was going to bite you for sure.

                 “Simon!” You yelled.

               “Not. Yet.”  He renewed his efforts at slamming into you.

                 Then he yanked your cuffs so your back was against his chest and turned you towards the thing.   The intense dread and fear was too much as the walker leaned down to bite you. A knife came up and went straight into the things eye.  

                 As Simon’s blade entered an earth shattering orgasm spread through you.  It fell dead to it’s knees and you would have fallen on top of it if Simon had not been holding you up.  Black dots covered your vision and his motions slowed as his own release was met inside of you.  

                 He wrapped his arm around you and pulled your down to your side.  Then he started placing butterfly kisses on your shoulder as he softened inside you. An orgasmic haze settled over you along with the feeling of pure euphoria.  

 ~~~~  

                 “It’s a quite night.”  Negan paced the guard tower. “A good night for learning. Now have you paid attention to every fucking thing I’ve said?”

                 “Yes sir.”  The young recruit looked at him with serious eyes.

                 “This is the shitty shift, once you’ve earned enough points you can trade up.”  Negan didn’t know why he volunteered to teach this little shit, probably boredom.  

                 The leaves started to rustle and the young man snapped to attention bringing the gun up.  

                 “Maybe we should get a safe word.” Y/N voice carried through the trees.

                 “No way.” Simon responded. “If there’s a safe word you would use it every five minutes.  That’s not extreme enough for me.”

                 “Sir?” The young man looked up.  

                 “Oh, don’t mind the lovebirds.”  Negan spoke loud enough for the couple to hear.

                 Simon and Y/N appeared from the trees.  Negan glanced her up and down.  Simon told him a few stories and he knew was a freak Y/N was. He regretted letting Simon have her now, maybe if he had pursued her he wouldn’t be so bored at the moment.  

                 “I got a new recruit up here, showing him the ropes.” Negan slapped the young man on the back. “He doesn’t recognize you yet, but he will soon.”

                 Y/N looked up at him with a pissed off expression.

                   “Say hello to Simon and Y/N.”  Negan pointed down.

                 “Are there other Saviors out in the woods this late?” The young man looked confused.  

                 “Na,” Negan grinned. “Simon is my number two so he gets some perks.  Y/N and him like to go off and have sex loud enough to attract walkers.  Then they kills them right when they cum.”

                 Y/N flipped Negan the bird and he let out a laugh. The young recruit looked stunned.

                 “Two of the only people here who can get away with showing me that disrespect.”  Negan signaled for the gate to open.  “Who played the sub tonight?  Did you let her stick something up your ass Simon?”

                 “Goodnight boss.”  Simon wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders as they walked back into the Sanctuary.  

                 “It’s a new world Johnny.”  Negan patted the new guy on the back. “In the new world, if you can find yourself a partner as extreme as Simon or Y/N, you’re going to do just fine.”

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T is for TEQUILA 🍹

Here’s my contribution to @simons-thirst-squad‘s ABC’s of Simon challenge.

I started writing this straight away and it’s taken me ages to write/redo cos I wasn’t happy with it. Hopefully you guys like it! This is my first ever Simon fic so please be nice :3

Notes: This chapter is 1 of 3. There’s only 3 in total. I feel it ended where it needed to otherwise I’d be dragging it out and it would be shit.  It started off as a short oneshot but I just couldn’t stop adding to it so here you go! About 9.5k words in total!!

This is a reader pov story starring the beautiful Simon and a little bit of Negan. Mostly Simon(hope that’s ok!)

Chapter 1 is 3,683 words.

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Chapter 1

You’ve been doing this for a while; stealing alcohol from Negan. You felt such a thrill the first time; you couldn’t only do it once. You have to have some way of coping with being trapped here at the Sanctuary.

You’ve been here from when the whole world went crazy. You were a different person then. You were unsure and terrified about the new world much like everyone else, so you made the decision of joining the Saviors. You thought it was the smart choice but it was also one that would haunt you for the rest of your existence.

You’ve been a member of the Saviors for little over three years now. You’re surviving. You know what the Saviors do. You’ve witnessed it a couple times when you’ve been on the runs to take half of everything some poor unlucky community had gathered in fear of Negan. You didn’t feel sorry for them anymore. You didn’t feel anything. You just wanted to get on with it and leave. The previous version of yourself, your pre-apocalyptic self wouldn’t recognise you today. You’ve learnt to handle yourself against most people and walkers. You had to. You reckon that’s why Negan kept you around for this long. He knew you didn’t take any crap from anyone at the Sanctuary, including him.

You rebel often by talking back to Negan, Simon, Dwight and anyone else who thinks they’re superior to you, but ultimately give into Negan after a while because you don’t want to push him too far and end up with a scorching metal iron to your face. Negan has come close to raising a hand to you before now because of the way you mouth off. When he stops himself his excuse is he enjoys your “Couldn’t give a rat’s crusty-fucking-ass attitude.” He also has admitted to admiring your guts and wit, amongst other things. You don’t take yourself too seriously but are willing to stand up for yourself and others to an extent. You think that’s why Negan’s taken quite the liking to you.

In Negan’s twisted way of keeping you second guessing him, he hasn’t killed you yet but instead a couple of months ago he placed you in a scavenging team. You scavenge with your party as often as you can. It gives you the chance to leave the Sanctuary and taste the smallest bit of freedom you crave.

To keep the boss man sweet, whilst scavenging you occasionally find things you think Negan will like; more often than not he approves of the items you return to him. It’s the same every time after scavenging; you’re taken to Negan, then he searches your bag thoroughly as he knows what you’re like by now. You’ve snuck a gun and bullets back to your room after a run before. The boss personally rifles through your rucksack every time you return. He doesn’t trust the words that leave your lips when you say you’ve given him everything you found whilst you were gone.

On one of the days once he’s satisfied that nothing is lurking in your bag, he gives you a grin and hugs you for longer than what’s considered comfortable. You stiffen your body into the embrace and pat him awkwardly on the back then Negan pulls away to hold your shoulders. You can see it in the way he looks at you he knows you can’t stand him, but it just eggs him on more. He then dips his head so his face is close and stares into your eyes.

“Thank you Y/N! Now I know you know, but I need to hear it again… Who are you?” Negan’s arrogance made you grind your teeth. His gravelly voice made a faint echo in his large living room. He’s holding onto you close to the door that you can’t wait to leave out of. A couple of his wives were also present; two were standing by the small bar drinking straight vodka from glasses and two sat on the black leather couches off to your right. In your peripheral vision you saw Simon, Negan’s right hand man, standing tall beside you. You felt Negan squeeze harshly at the tops of your arms as a sign of impatience for an answer. You clenched your jaw and glared back into his face.

“I’m Negan.” You replied in a flat tone. Negan’s black-leather-gloved hands run down your forearms to your hands. Feeling him stroke your arms gave you a chill down your spine. Negan held your hands gently and smiled at the floor. Your heart was racing at the uncertainty but then your focus was on the searing pain as Negan crushed your fingers together in his grip. Your yelps of pain were drowned out from his soft shushing noises. As you quietened down and dug your front teeth in your bottom lip, tears formed in your eyes. You listened to every syllable as you bowed your head to the man in front of you.

“Less of the stink eye next time baby.” Negan ordered with a dark tone. You nodded frantically. When a tear spilled out of your eye and ran down your cheek, his large hands threw yours away from him. You rub your tear away then massage your throbbing fingers trying to soothe the pain. Negan stood up straight then poked his dimpled cheek with his long, gloved finger and pulled a menacing smile up with his mouth. You sighed not wanting to and stepped forward to peck his bristled cheek. Once again, Negan made you do what he wanted. You’re aware this is an intimidation tactic. You just hate that you have to go along with it. A small, deep chuckle escaped from Negan’s throat then he shooed you away. Simon who didn’t leave your side, led you out of Negan’s room and escorted you to your room.

You hated being handled by anyone and being pushed around by Negan’s men. You couldn’t do much about the shoving when you were followed back from speaking with Negan. You aren’t as strong as some of Negan’s men, like Simon for example. That guy is huge. When you were introduced your first thought was: it would probably only take one punch and he’d probably kill me. You expected him to be like Negan’s other henchmen; pushing your shoulder every now and then from behind to keep you in line, but you soon noticed that Simon had never once been forceful with you. His presence alone was intimidating so you’d regularly walk back in silence. You preferred when Simon would walk with you. You wish you could think of something interesting to initiate a conversation that would last more than a few seconds and not have you fumbling your words when you’d hear him speak.

You aren’t very physically strong but you are people smart. You’ve noticed you’ve picked up the knack of manipulating people; sometimes for the right reasons and sometimes for the wrong, it all depends on who’s asking. Before the world went to shit you were interested in Psychology and studied the subject for a couple years. It ended up teaching you a lot about human behaviour.

You got to know Simon a little better whilst on runs together. You thought it was cute when he’d try his hardest to make light of the situation whilst guiding you from your meetings with Negan. He was making an effort for you to warm to him. You began to see his less intimidating side, sort of. Simon is far more intelligent than the majority of the Saviors, but he could also have a laugh and joke around. Some of the Saviors are so serious all the time. You just didn’t fully trust Simon; you would regularly misjudge his reaction to certain situations. That annoyed you. You couldn’t read him easily. It made him fascinating.

Your listening and observation skills were put to good use. After about two years of having no choice about being a Savior, Negan assigned you as the camp counsellor in a sense. You were hesitant to accept his offer at first, as you knew there had to be a catch. Negan simply said whilst raising his palms to you “No catch sweetheart. It’ll keep you out of fucking trouble and I want you to be useful that’s all.” That’s all? Yeah right. You soon came to realise he wasn’t doing this out of the kindness of his heart, but instead for his own benefit so you’d feel like you had a purpose at the Sanctuary and guilty if you ever left your responsibilities and tried to escape. Mind games in other words. That’s what being a Savior was. You stuck with it regardless as it distracted you and kept Negan off your scent. You’re poorly qualified for the role of course but no one knew or had any proof of the matter. As long as you acted as though you knew what you were talking about and used a few long psychological words now and then from the old days, you could fool anyone.

You did your rounds; visiting anyone who wanted to talk. It was a small amount of people as most of the folks at the Sanctuary didn’t trust you’d keep details from their sessions a secret because they knew that eventually you’d have to tell Negan when he ordered you to do so. The small amount who did want to talk just stuck to the basics of what worried them about dealing with the world the way it is, whether it be critical life skills or having to deal with walkers. You were there to give your support and lie to them. You found yourself repeating the words “it’s ok, everyone feels like this. This is how the world works now” etc.

You were made to visit Negan’s wives on occasion. You were there to listen so his wives could tell you what was bothering them or what worries they had. You were under strict oath to not give them any advice Negan wouldn’t. When Simon gave you these instructions on your first visit, you just scoffed softly which made him arch one of his eyebrows; confused you found what he said funny. You enjoyed the effect of interacting with Simon had on you. Speaking to Simon made your heart beat a bit faster.

Guards outside Negan’s room reminded you on countless occasions before entering that you are not to get too involved with his wives’ problems. You are there for them to vent. You will not give advice; you will be there for the sole purpose to listen and for them to get things off their chest, and nothing else. It was drummed into your head so frequently that you could recite it word for word when his minions spoke it.

You had an inkling that the recently amped up security was due to one of the wives confessing to Negan about you and Sherry’s hidden friendship and planning of something. You didn’t know which one spilled the beans but you thought you could trust them. You were hurt.

Whilst Sherry was at the Sanctuary you two were very close. She told you her whole life story about her and Dwight and her deal with Negan. It made you sympathise and have a little more patience with Dwight. You’d leave notes for each other instead of actually speaking in person in risk of getting caught. Burning the notes after reading them was agreed upon too. When Negan or anyone else was present you and Sherry acted as though you two hated the guts of one another. In reality it was quite the opposite. You admired her selflessness and bravery. When she told you she was planning to escape, you wished her all the luck in the world. The last thing you said to her before she escaped was “We’ll see each other again soon.” Some part of you really hoped you would. You stopped yourself leaving with Sherry; you had to use all of your will to do so because god knows you yearn for the freedom, but you didn’t want to jeopardise her chance of a better life outside the walls so you decided against leaving the same time.

After listening to Negan’s wives, you would reward yourself with a glass of alcohol he had on offer. Of course no one was aware of this treat but you couldn’t resist. Good alcohol was a luxury and only the best was saved for Negan.  Sometimes when you felt extra courageous you’d try and steal a full bottle of something alcoholic in your messenger bag. You never had enough time to do so and instead opt for the small airplane bottles of liquor that mysteriously made their way into your rucksack after your visits.

You leave one of the wives’ rooms after a brief visit and her bedroom door clicks closed behind you. It leads out to the main room where you have your meetings with Negan. You’re about to leave but as you pass the drinks cabinet, a bottle of tequila with a yellow plastic sombrero on the screw lid caught your eye. The liquid twinkled from the light that poured in from the window at the end of the room. The large room was empty and the air was still; waiting for you to make a decision. You jog over to the small bar at the end of the room and squat down behind the drinks cabinet. You hear blood pumping harshly in your ears as your hands quietly slide the bottle of tequila into your messenger bag draped over your shoulder. It sags as it rests on the floor whilst you’re squatting.

You stand and can feel the weight of the bottle as it hung suspended in the bag. The door knob rattles then the door swings open. You positioned the strap comfortably and turn to make your way toward the door. The pit of your stomach turns when you see Simon leaning on the doorframe. The bicep he chose to hold his weight on is perfectly outlined by the material of his shirt. The tanned skin on his forearms is visible as he’s rolled the long sleeves of his shirt up to the crook of his thick hairy arms. Your eyes become very wide out of fear of being caught and at the attractive sight before you. You feel your pulse in your throat.

“You finished Doc?” Good, he didn’t see you stealing the bottle of tequila.

“Yeah.” You reply uncomfortably. You watch Simon’s beautiful brown eyes try and detect the reason of your awkward vibe. After scanning Negan’s living room and finding nothing out of the ordinary, he turns back to you.

“Good. Let’s go.” Simon smiles a toothy grin and his moustache turns up with his mouth. He waits for you to exit with his thumbs resting in his belt loops. You’re uncertain of his demeanour, something’s off. When he stands aside to give you space as you’re walking out the doorway, you twist your neck to glance at him. He just raises his eyebrows at you and hangs his muscular arm out in front of you. “Lead the way Y/N.” Simon takes his usual position and follows close behind you.

It’s an unsettling walk back to your room with Simon. The glugs and sloshing noises the bottle of tequila is making when you move or adjust the bag on your shoulder gives you heart palpitations. Can Simon hear it too? Your footsteps on the tiled floor seem louder than usual and Simon’s whistle echoes in the hallway.

“What do you carry around in that bag of yours anyway?” Simon’s low voice booms in the corridor as well as his heavy work boots, and belt buckle jingling as he marches behind you.

You keep your head forward. “Not much. Some bottled water maybe a pen and paper so I can write notes or follow up questions for my clients.”

“Ooh Clients. Aren’t we posh?” Simon mimics you. A small air of silence lingers before he speaks again. “… seems a bit heavier than a bottle of water and a pen n’paper…”

“It’s a big bottle of water.” You lie through your teeth keeping your eyes fixed firmly on the wall in front of you before turning the corner.

“Thirsty girl are ya?”

“… Yeah.” You reply uneasily. You focus on the stillness for a couple seconds. Simon’s boots make a light stomping noise as he walks. You adjust the strip of material hanging from your shoulder as a way of doing anything with your hands and distracting yourself from the tenseness of the situation. Simon takes this as a sign you’re struggling to carry the bag. You’re uncertain around Simon at the best of times, why was he being so weird? Why are you more aware of what you do or say around him?

“It’s heavy huh? Jam packed full of notes and stuff?” Simon watches for your reaction.

“No-it’s-fine. I’m fine.” You rest your palm on the top of the bag as you walk. Simon’s eyes stare at your hand then you can almost feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your skull.

“Suit yourself.” He shrugs his heavy shoulders.

The two of you stop when you reach the door to your room. You’ve walked this route about a hundred times. As you turn the doorknob and go to step inside, a large hand grips your shoulder to turn you around. You feel the heat from Simon’s grasp through your shirt. He reaches his other hand onto the shoulder where the strap from your bag hung. You stare up into his face hoping he can’t read your mind. He’s smart but not that smart… hopefully. You notice how much his moustache moves when he speaks.

“Now Y/N. You know you can talk to me about anything. A lot of folks come to you to get things off their chest. You need that too.” Genuine concern was out of character for Simon. You weren’t sure if he was winding you up or not. It made you nervous. Does he know about the alcohol?

“Ok…?” You acted like you didn’t know what he was hinting at.

“Do you wanna talk? About an-y-thing?” Simon’s speech slowed so you could hear his every word. He hung on every syllable, and watched you intensely, bowing his head slightly making his eyes seem darker and more sinister. You couldn’t or didn’t want to pull away from his gaze. You felt so small in his hold around your arms. His tight shirt strained around his wide shoulders.

“Uh… no. I’m fine.” You swallow and give Simon an uneasy smile whilst staring into his coffee coloured eyes. He knows I’m lying. Simon waits for your confession but it’s a long wait and you don’t deliver. His grip on you weakens and his arms swing back to him. He sighs, places his hands on his hips and motions with his head for you to retreat into your room. You nod and disappear into your room shutting your door behind you and quickly locking it.

With your back against your door you inhale deeply to relax your heartbeat then breathe out slowly. After dumping your bag onto the small dining table, the glass from the bottle does a muffled clink when it hits the wood. You make small shushing motions towards the inanimate object and brace yourself for Simon to burst through your door, but there was nothing. You tell yourself you need to calm down and what better way to calm your nerves than with a glass of liquid courage. You grab a short glass cup that was draining by the sink and place it on the dining table next to your bag. Little did you know, Simon was leaning casually on the other side of your door with his ear pressed upon it; listening for the familiar twist sound of a bottle seal breaking and the glug of alcohol being poured.

After tugging your boots off you carefully bring out the bottle of tequila from your bag and prevent it making too much noise. You push your bag to the floor then break the seal of the bottle with a twist of the cap and begin to pour some of the amber liquid into your glass. You sit the bottle down on the table and swirl the glass around. It sloshes against the light coming in through the small window at the top of the wall to your left. Your nose inhales above the rim of the glass making your mouth moisten. You’ve longed for the taste of a good drink. No turning back now. You sigh and throw the liquid down your throat. It’s been so long since you’ve had Tequila this strong so it instantly makes you cough when it burns your throat on the way down. Your hand pours another shot but before you can pick up the glass to drink it, you jump; startled at a loud thump from a fist on your door.

“Y/N? You’re gonna wanna open this door. NOW.” You hear Simon’s brash voice on the other side of the wall. You can hear in his tone that he’s not very happy. You suddenly start to panic.

“Just a second!” You frantically try to hide the bottle back in your bag that’s on the floor.

“NOW! BEFORE I KICK IT THE FUCK DOWN!” Simon bellows through the door.

“Alright! Gimme a minute.” You throw the glass cup in the sink not caring if it smashes on impact and scream as your door is being kicked off one of its hinges from the force and strength of Simon’s leg. He’s now standing in your room blocking the doorway so there’s nowhere to run. Shit.

“I said, now.” His eyebrow is arched and his eyes are scary. Why are you turned on at this moment? You glance down and frown at your door that’s hanging on the doorframe and probably won’t shut properly again.

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[motherpsyduck]

T is for TEQUILA 🍹

Here’s chapter 2 of my contribution to @simons-thirst-squad’s ABC’s of Simon challenge.

Notes: This chapter is 2 of 3. [Here’s chapter 1].There’s only 3 in total. I feel it ended where it needed to otherwise I’d be dragging it out and it would be shit.  Reader pov story, starring the beautiful Simon and a little bit of Negan. Mostly Simon(hope that’s ok!)

Chapter 2 is 4,081 words, chapter 1 is 3,683 words

Tags: @simons-thirst-squad, @readinginmymeadow (gif courtesy of @natedrkes) ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

Chapter 2

“What the fuck?! Simon you broke my fucking door!” You raise your voice at Simon.

“Where’s the Tequila?” Simon’s question was slow and unnerving.

“… what-” You try your best to play dumb but it didn’t work this time. Simon stops you speaking by only having to raise his index finger. You’re silent.

“-Don’t. All you have to do is listen.” You can feel the tension in the air. You don’t utter another word and just nod. “I hope you’re not trying to hide stuff cos that generally doesn’t go over very well.” Simon advances to you. You back away and brace yourself. “I’ll ask you again. Where, is, the Tequila?” You feel like a naughty little kid. You should be taking this more seriously but can’t with the giddy feeling the strong alcohol is having on your system.

You fight back a smirk when you pick your bag up from the floor and bring out the bottle by its neck. You stretch your arm out to Simon. He studies the contents of the bottle in your hand. He glares at you.

“That, was full.” Simon’s thick finger points at the remainder of the bottle.

“Why didn’t you say you knew I took it before we left his room?” You were unsure what outcome this would bring. Simon raises his brow surprised by your courage to talk back to him again. After taking the bottle from your hands he sighs and beings to tut.

“Y/N, what’s Negan going to say when he finds out you stole his Tequila?” Simon shakes his head pretending to be disappointed.

“He has plenty of bottles. He probably won’t even notice.” You shrug trying to mask your nervousness.

“He will notice. It upsets him when people take advantage.” Simon waits for you to add something else. You don’t. You want to spit back at him how unfair Negan is and how he takes advantage of people all the time, but you don’t say anything. You take Simon’s words as an implied threat. He doesn’t speak again either. His arm simply pulls out one of your dining chairs to sit himself down. You watch as the bottle of Tequila returns to the table. Simon strums his fingers along the table waiting for something.

“What?” You ask puzzled.

“You expect me to drink straight from the bottle? I have some manners Y/N.”

“You want a glass?”

“Please.” Simon leans back in the chair to wait. He watches you stretching up to the cabinets on your tip toes to find a glass. You’re searching the cupboards thoroughly as you’ve only ever needed and used one. You never usually need more than one glass as you rarely have guests in your room. Once you find another cup you blow into it trying to remove the dust then decide to swill it under the tap water. You hand Simon the clean glass cup.

“There.” You fold your arms suspicious of him.

“Thank you Y/N.” You watched as Simon pour a glass of the smooth amber liquid. You felt sick with apprehension. Shouldn’t he be dragging me back to Negan right now? Shouting his mouth off about how I should respect our fearless leader? You had to break the silence.

“We can make a deal.” You plead pathetically as you sit the opposite side of the table. You’re somewhat friendly with Simon but assume where his true loyalties lie; with Negan. Simon’s eyes are on you when you finally speak. He leaves your words in the air for a moment as he calmly knocks back his glass of Tequila. Your fingernails scratch at the seat beneath you waiting for his answer.

“That’s right we can.” Simon coughs. “Whoo! That’s good shit!” He pours himself another shot and picks up the glass. Simon leans on his elbows across the table to you.

“I need to alleviate some… boredom.” Simon sighs and groans when he stretches his long arms over the table to you. You instantly frown at the insinuation.

“Excuse me?!” You ask sternly not wanting to give away that you’ve definitely thought about ways to alleviate boredom with Simon. You notice his large upper arms pushing out from underneath his clothing.

“Oh, what? Not like that, not yet anyway.” Simon gulps down his second shot of tequila.

“Not yet?” You ask annoyed.

Simon brings a finger to his lips and shushes you then one of his hands reaches around to his jean pocket on his backside. You watch him slide out a worn and faded packet of cards. His palm slams them hard on the table. You looked down at them curiously when he pulls his hand away. You wear an unimpressed expression on your face as your eyes are locked back onto Simon’s.

“Cards? You want to play card games?” You ask watching his pupils dilating.

“Not just any ol’ card games my dear! How about we play some strip Blackjack? Winner gets to have a drink and watch the loser… take off their clothes.” Simon flashes an evil toothy grin and stares intensely at you. You gnaw your bottom lip to suppress a smirk from him. You make him wait a few more seconds while he slides the cards out of the packet. You haven’t even agreed to this yet but your pulse has already sky rocketed from the excitement. Simon begins shuffling the deck with his talented hands. The techniques he uses are impressive. Your throat goes dry and you swallow some saliva. You stare at the liquid in the tall bottle itching to relieve your parched throat. Then you inhale and reply.

“If I do this, you’ll forget about me stealing the tequila from Negan? Negan doesn’t have to know?” You can’t believe you’re even entertaining the idea of what’s about to happen.

“Lips. Sealed.” You stared at his tongue as he mouthed the words, then back to his hazel eyes. Has he always had eyelashes like that? Your heart began beating faster as you consider the offer.

“What about my door?” You stall your final answer. Simon twists his torso in his chair to the doorway. You notice his muscular stomach beneath his shirt.

“What about it?” Simon shrugs as he turns back to you to continue shuffling the cards.

“If we’re gonna do this Simon, I would like a bit of privacy.” You wait for Simon to reply and watch as he begins to stand.

“You’re stalling.” Simon points at you playfully and his moustache curls upward with his smile. He leaves the pile of cards on the table and walks to your door. The force of Simon’s beefy leg caused it to be hanging on for life on its last hinge of the doorframe. His bulky arms are on both sides of the door as he starts to move it in a way that would block the entrance of your room. You watch his back tense and relax as he holds the weight and positions the door in the archway to block the view into the room. Your cheeks begin to burn as you can make out what his clothing was hiding all along. Simon grunts and strains, then the door simply closes and it clicks as it shuts in place.  He dusts off his hands and you watch his hips as he struts with accomplishment to return to the chair opposite you.

“Thanks for fixing my door that you broke.” You tease.

“Anytime.” Simon exhales with a devilish smirk that makes your lungs hitch your breath. You watch his large hand slide his empty glass in front of you. “You have to catch up, I’ve already had two.” Simon tips some of the strong alcohol from the bottle and into the glass. His chocolatey eyes watch your every move as you swallow the honey coloured liquid. You clear your throat as it stings the inside of your neck.

“There, now it’s fair.” Your voice is horse to contain the need to cough. You place your glass back onto the table in front of you.

“Who’s dealin’?” Simon finishes up shuffling the deck of cards in his hands.

“Pass me the cards. I want to shuffle them too.” You say with your hand reaching over the table at Simon. He reluctantly places the deck in your hands.

“What? You don’t trust me?” Simon says teasing you with an arched brow. You almost feel a jolt of electricity when his finger tips touch your skin.

“Nope.” You pop the p with a small smile while your focus is on the cards. Your slightly shaky hands shuffle the deck and you’re careful not to spill them. Then you tidy up the deck and place them neatly in the middle of the table between Simon and yourself.

“Go on. You deal.” Simon is leaning over the table on his thick forearms to get closer to your personal space. Due to his size, he’s taking up most of your small dining table. You soak up the excitement glowing in his eyes. Without a word you deal two cards each and face them downwards. The deck is then placed back in the middle. Simon slides his cards towards his chest and inspects his hand. You see his tongue poke the inside of his bottom lip. Before he makes eye contact with you you’re examining your hand. Great! Two of diamonds and a nine of spades. You don’t give anything away on your face and notice Simon’s eyelids close slightly to try and focus on some indication of what kind of hand of cards you’re holding.

“What’ll it be Si? Hit or stand?” You ask confidently.

“Hit me.” Simon growls. The way Simon spoke so low made your stomach do a flip. The cards he held looked so small in his big hands. You carefully remove a card from the top of the pile and slide it face down on the table to Simon. He reaches for it and adds it to his hand. You watch his dark eyes peek over his cards. You also reach for a card to place it with your other cards in your hand. Your new card is another nine; giving you a grand total of twenty. Simon notices the slight triumph in your expression. “Hit or stand?” He asks with a half smile.

“I’ll stand.” You reply smugly. “What about you?”

“I’ll stand too.” Simon says as he stretches back into the chair.

“Okay then. Fold.” You reveal your cards to Simon thinking you’re the winner until Simon arches his thick brow again and arranges his cards out in front of you; he had an ace of hearts, a queen of hearts and a ten of clubs, therefore equalling to twenty one. That son of a bitch! You feel the blood rushing to your face, filling up your cheeks.

“I guess that means I’m the winner.” Simon arrogantly pours himself a glass of tequila. “Now, the question is, will it be the shirt? Or the pants? It’s completely up to you Y/N.” Simon licks his lips and you feel your heart banging against your ribcage as you try to decide. You set your mind on your pants so you can at least hide your legs under the table. You stand and undo your belt. Simon sips at his drink as he watches closely with wide eyes. You unbutton your jeans and pull the zip down slowly. You bend over and shimmy yourself out of the pants. Simon can see straight down your cleavage for a moment before you kick your jeans away on the floor. You feel a chill on your legs as you stand up straight then return to your seat.

Simon is delighted with your crimson cheeks and sits in silence as you gather the cards and shuffle the deck without looking up at him. You slide him the cards after you’re done.

“You can deal this time.” You order trying to avoid eye contact with Simon. You know that if you look up at him your won’t be able to stop smiling. It’s taking all of your might not to jump his bones right at this very moment.

“Sure thing.” Simon purrs as he begins to reshuffle the deck. “Nice knickers by the way.”

“Thanks.” You respond honestly as Simon deals you your hand then his own. The deck of cards returns to centre of the players. You look at your cards; a jack of spades and a four of hearts. You lean backwards in your seat and cross your bare legs to try and keep them warm. You bite your lip deciding whether to take another card.

“Ooh but will she risk it? You seem a tad cold Y/N. I know a few ways we could warm you up.” Simon flirts from behind his hand. You shake your head and make a small laugh. You’re battling with yourself on whether sleeping with Simon would be a good decision. You never wanted to get involved with anyone who was so close in command to Negan.

“I’m fine, just focus on the game will you? Hit me.” You knew you wouldn’t be able to wipe away the grin from your mouth. Your head was light from the atmosphere and probably the strong alcohol; it was intoxicating. You wanted more. Simon lifts a card from the deck and slides it to you. Without breaking eye contact with him, you lift it from the table and add it to your hand. You eventually glance at it; a seven of clubs. You calculate your cards again in case you miscounted. You didn’t; you have twenty one exactly. You lift your head and raise your eyebrows at Simon hoping you didn’t give away anything from your face this time. Simon glances at you then back down at his cards and picks up another to add to his hand, then another. Simon inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. The uncertainty was unbearable.

“Fold?” Simon asks finally.

“Yep.” You reply and display your cards. You count Simon’s. He has a two of clubs, a three of clubs an eight of hearts and a king of spades. Simon’s cards add up to twenty three. You’re elated. “Bust!” You laugh. “Too bad Simon.” You say mockingly.

You pour a shot of the fragrant tequila and bring the glass to your lips. You stop as Simon begins to unbutton his shirt. You stare over the rim of your glass as he reaches the bottom button and whips his shirt off his shoulders, exposing his rippling torso. Simon takes a breath in to fully show off his size. Your jaw hangs slightly as you take in his physique. Damn! The apocalypse has been very kind to you Sir! As your eyes trail down the hair on pectorals you notice a few small scars scattered over his torso. I wander how he got those…You were trying very hard to restrain yourself from caressing his bare skin.

“Hey, eyes up here.” Simon breaks the trance he had over you. You blink and quickly gulp down your shot to begin another round. You squeeze your thighs together enjoying the sudden increased sensitivity in between your legs.

You win the next round too and begin to feel light headed from the tequila.  You wait eagerly with butterflies in your stomach for Simon to remove his jeans but instead he removes his boots and socks as a way of getting around undressing himself any further. You sigh at his obvious decision to make you wait longer. You hope you don’t lose the next hand.

You had a feeling the universe was siding with Simon as you lost the next game. But instead of removing your shirt, you remove your bra from underneath it and never actually exposing your chest to Simon like he was anticipating. Whilst still seated, you pull your bra out from under your shirt and hold it with a pinch above the ground to the side of you. You see Simon’s Adams apple bob as he swallows hard and watches your lacy bra fall to the floor. It isn’t enough to wet his throat so he washes it down with his winning shot of alcohol. Simon notices your nipples harden as they poke your t-shirt. He runs his thumb and index finger along his moustache with a sexually frustrated groan. You just give him a defiant glare and moisten your full lips.

The bottle you stole from Negan is nearly empty. Simon is spinning the plastic sombrero that sat on the lid of the bottle on his finger tip. You’ve lost another game which resulted in your removing your knickers whilst still seated. You crossed your legs as soon as you were naked from the waist down and sat on the bottom of your shirt. Simon was itching to pounce over the table to you but composed himself with a few neck stretches and continued the game.

Simon purposely lost the next game of Blackjack. You watched as he stood to undo his belt and jeans and removed his pants. You wanted to run your tongue up and down his beautifully sculpted thighs but your eyes were soon fixated on another part of his body as he stood up straight. Simon was equipped with quite the package. You tried not to stare too long at the large bulge in his navy boxer shorts. You took your time admiring his body; soaking up every inch of his powerful physique. He enjoyed you staring at him and slid down onto his seat once more. A quiet sigh escaped your mouth and your hand threw back another glass of strong alcohol down your gullet.

After witnessing Simon declothed, you quickly lost interest in the game. Once you’d had enough you scattered your cards on the table and stormed to your feet to stand in front of Simon. A long plaid shirt hugged your curves and Simon’s body had only a pair of boxer shorts to keep him warm. He shifted himself in his seat to face away from the table. He threw his cards to the table not caring who won the next round as he was fixated on your shirt that only just covered your area between your legs.

You unbuttoned a couple buttons near your cleavage so your shirt came up over your head and formed a lump on the floor as it fell. Simon was leaning back in his seat as he stares at you in awe, his moustache curling downward with his gaping mouth. You feel his searing hot arms wrap around you to bring you closer to his body to sit you on his lap. With your legs dangling down either side of Simon’s waist, his growl vibrates against the skin on your collar bone. You gasp as he bites then kisses up your neck. Your hips begin to grind on his boxers and you feel him getting harder. His soft lips collide with yours and you feel one of his hands squeeze at your breast. Your fingers rake his hair and you exhale into his mouth. Simon grins widely as he kisses you harder.

“Knock knock Doc!” A voice calls from outside the door followed by a banging. You and Simon stop abruptly. You wished you didn’t recognise that voice. You spring up and grab a sheet from your bed as the door falls away from the entrance. A familiar figure with a barbed wired baseball bat over his right shoulder invites himself into your room. “Woah. I was not expecting that! No no, don’t dress yourself on my account honey.” Negan strutted into the room crotch first. You’re panting softly with a frown; annoyed at the interruption. Thankfully you had just enough time to wrap your bed sheet around you like you would a towel to cover yourself. Negan glances at Simon sitting on one of the dining chairs to your left and puts two and two together. Simon wipes his mouth and arches his back so he’s hunched over leaning his arms on his thighs.

“What is it Negan?” You ask annoyed. Negan turns from Simon to look at you whilst you speak.

“I was just about to ask the exact same fucking question.” Negan approaches you slowly. His eyes don’t leave your sight.

“What do you want?!” You’re infuriated.

“Careful.” Negan points Lucille in your direction as a warning. You turn your chin away from the end of his bat and glare at him. Simon sits up defensively and the two of you wait for Negan to continue. “Well, excuse the fuck out of me sweetheart, but I was under the impression you would be alone. You visited one of my wives earlier. Anything I need enlightenin’ on?” Negan lowers his bat and steps close enough you have to look up into his face.

“No.” You say with a flat tone.

“Are you sure doll? Your mind might be a bit hazy and sexed up from whatever freaky stuff went on here. Simon don’t you go taking advantage now.” Negan joked pointing the bat expecting Simon to reply. You spoke instead.

“I’m sure. There’s nothing you need to worry about.” You answer honestly. You just want him out of your room. You’re not comfortable with him being this close to you with only a thin bed sheet hanging off your body. Negan looks to you through the corner of his eye before turning his head completely to face you.

“Because if there was… you know by now that you will tell me, one way or another.” Negan looked down at you and swallowed as he studied your exposed collarbone.

“Yes. I know.” You say in a defeated tone.

“Good girl.” Negan says still staring then nods, runs his tongue over his bottom lip before he turns to leave lazily. You watch him cautiously as he slowly walks through the doorway then turns back with Lucille over his shoulder. “You kids be safe now!” Negan chuckles as he pulls the broken door shut. Once you hear his footsteps and whistling get quieter the further away he walked down the hall, you shut your eyes and hang your head back briefly to inhale a large breath. Simon stands quietly and is behind you to curl his hands around your waist. You open your eyes and place your hands on top of his as he leaves kisses on your shoulder.

“He didn’t even notice the tequila.” You moan as you’re enjoying the sensation Simon’s moustached lips leaves on your skin. Simon holds you in his arms and you sway lightly with him.

“Will you shut up about the fucking Tequila?” Simon laughs and growls into your neck. You’re spun around by your hips so you’re looking up into his face. It isn’t for long as he plants his lips onto yours. One of his large hands reaches up into your hair and the bristles above his upper lip tickle your skin. His hands then peel away the bed sheet from your body while you enjoy his kiss and it falls around you onto the floor. You feel Simon’s rough fingertips trace your bare skin as he runs his hands up from your hips to around your back. He walks you to the side of your bed and he falls on top of you. You feel the weight of the warmth from his boxers poking you.

Simon’s hand snakes down to the space in between your legs making you arch your back when he touches your sensitive area. You make a small moan into his mouth. You feel his moustache curl up with his grin before he pulls away to watch you squirm with gratification.

“You’ve been a bad girl.” Simon purrs. The pleasure you feel in between your legs makes you wetter. Simon speeds up and you can barely get your words out to reply.

“Are you-gonna-t-take your boxes-o-off?” You stutter in between breathy moans as your try to keep your eyes from wondering up into your head. You wondered if Simon’s talented hands were skilful in anything else besides shuffling a deck of cards, now you know.

“Not yet.” Simon hums as he rubs quicker making your thighs jerk uncontrollably. He leans his large body over and you feel his hot breath close to your ear. “You have to be disciplined first.” You make a loud high pitched sigh indicating your body is more than eager for Simon to dominate you. ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ [Chapter 3 coming soon!]

[motherpsyduck]

T is for TEQUILA 🍹

Here’s my final chapter of my contribution to @simons-thirst-squad’s ABC’s of Simon challenge!!

Notes: This chapter is 3 of 3. [Here’s chapter 1] [Here’s chapter 2]. There’s 3 chapters in total. I feel it ended where it needed to otherwise I’d be dragging it out and it would be shit. 

PREPARE YOUR BUTTS FOR SOME SMUTS

Reader pov story, starring the beautiful Simon from TWD Chapter 3 is 2,282 words, chapter 2 is 4,081 words, chapter 1 is 3,683 words. That’s a total of 10,046 words. wtf how did I manage to write 10k words for fun

Fun fact: this chapter was supposed to have a different ending. The other ending was gonna tie in with the stuff I wrote about Sherry. Inbox/message me if you really wanna know.

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Chapter 3 // END

Simon’s magic hands quickly make you melt from under him. You feel the familiar build up in your lower stomach from his impressive stamina. You’re close to your release already and dig your nails into his forearm that’s massaging vigorously in between your thighs. Your jaw widens and your hips incline as you violently orgasm from Simon’s touch. You don’t have time to catch your breath as Simon moves you to lie fully spread out on your bed. You see his dark eyes as he pulls your legs up harshly. You fight to keep them bent as he kneels in front of your opening on the bed. You pull your heavy head up to try and see and work out what his next move was. You lock eyes with Simon and see he’s wearing his half smile that makes your heart race.

“We’re just getting started.” Simon declares with wide eyes. You raise your brows for a moment then your head snaps back into your pillows as Simon buries his face into your sensitive opening. You moan loudly as Simon licks and sucks at your area; savouring your taste. You feel the coarse hair from his moustache down there brush up against your clit every so often giving you an added pleasure from his tongue thrusting in and out of your opening. You pull at his hair, and fist your hand to clamp it in your grasp. Simon just lets out an animalistic snarl and gets rougher with his mouth causing you to sigh loudly. He’s getting faster with his tongue over your clit. You feel yourself getting close again. You’re about to ride the well known high when suddenly the pleasure stops. You look down and Simon removes his face from your area. You’re panting whilst wearing a disappointed look on your flushed face.

“Nah, I feel like you’ve learnt your lesson.” Simon cocks an eyebrow and runs his hand down his moustache to wipe at his mischievous grin. He kneels and straightens his spine to look down at you. You watch as his wide shoulders rise and fall from his quick breathing. You decide to play along and add to the submissive role.

“No Simon!” You say in a high pitched tone. “I did something bad!”

“Oh? I guess I’ll have to keep going then.” Simon says with look of dark desire as he’s enjoying the way he’s able to control you in bed. He’s only ever seen you as a stubborn and defiant young woman up until this point. His hungry mouth returns to the space in between your legs and the feeling of ecstasy builds up again.  Simon swaps out his tongue for his long fingers and you scream as he forces them deep inside. You feel as though you’re about to pass out from breathing so hard as Simon’s powerful arm brings his thick fingers in and out of you, getting quicker and quicker.

“Simon…” You breathe his name as he gets rougher. You can hear him grunting as he uses all of his strength to get you off. Your legs spasm; bending and straightening as you reach your pleasure zone.

“WHO DO YOU ANSWER TO?” Simon shouts as he fucks you with his fingers. You feel your head tilt back into the soft pillows as your release is near.

“You! I answer to… SIMON!” You release onto his index and middle finger and cry out his name as you orgasm again with far more intensity. You’re jolting on the bed beneath him as you leak your juices. One last moan escapes your throat as you tug at the bed sheets. God! This guy is good. Your head is swimming and you feel weightless as you let the feeling wash over every part of your naked, sweaty body. Simon slides his fingers out of your hole and you flinch from the sensitivity as he pulls them out completely. You watch his chiselled body in a pleasurable haze as he gets off the bed. Simon slides himself out of his remaining article of clothing and you finally can see the size of his rock-hard cock. You gulp at his length wondering if you can even manage to take that much of him. He finally speaks and your eyes dart up to his face.

“Show me how sorry you are.” Simon’s gaze never left you when you struggled to lift yourself up and crawled over to him. You’re kneeling on the bed in front of Simon and look down at his stiffness. It’s thick and long and pulsating. You duck your head to lower your face closer to his area. You wet your throbbing lips as he pushed himself carefully into you; completely filling your mouth. You looked up at him with your mouth full and he waits breathlessly for you to begin. You took in what you could of Simon’s penis slowly without choking and dragged your soft, red lips down his shaft. You could hear him straining and grunting as you reached his tip and did circles with your tongue.

You feel Simon’s large hand claw the back of your head for you to take more of him. His penis touches the back of your throat and you gag slightly. Then he begins to thrust in and out you. You let him use your mouth. You keep eye contact with Simon and watch every pleasurable expression his handsome face is able to contort. Your lips begin to feel numb from the rapid movement and just when you think Simon is about to release in your mouth he pulls himself out of you with a low gasp.

“Turn around. On your knees.” Simon orders. You wipe your mouth and quickly rotate yourself. Simon spanks your bottom and you cry out from the mixture of pain and pleasure. “Mmmh… señorita, you’re in need of a good spanking huh?” Hearing him say something in Spanish and so fluently made you even wetter. Simon smacks your behind a few more times, swapping each cheek he’s slapping.  Your groans get breathier as he leaves less and less time in between the spanking. You wait for your skin to sting when he stops but are distracted by Simon’s penis teasing you at your entrance. You feel him behind you stroking his tip on your opening. You anticipate the penetration as your gaze is now straight in front of you. You exhale a high moan with your jaw hanging low when he slides into you with ease. You hear him grunt as he pulls out and starts to thrust.

Simon’s thick girth is stretching your walls as he pushes in and out of you. He inches more and more of himself up inside you to get you used to his length. He’s gripping at the red flesh of your buttocks as he gets faster with his thrusting. You hear him groaning when he hits his crotch harshly against your behind which only makes your head spin more.

Simon’s getting quicker and deeper as you’re opening up more. You reach your hand down to massage your clit and a moan is pushed out of your every time Simon collides with you. He notices your fingers and it makes him do an accomplished smirk then he fucks you harder and faster.

“Next-t-time-you want to-g-get buzzed, come to my-room darling.” You hear Simon stutter behind you. His voice was like honey when he wasn’t turned on and you couldn’t believe how good it sounded as he had his dick inside you. You couldn’t muster a reply very quickly as your brain was distracted. “SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO!” Simon boomed. You weren’t sure if he was serious or just in the moment, either way it turned you on.

“Yeah-sure… I-will…Simon.” You breathe in between the spaces of your whines. You feel the longing in the lower part of your stomach begin to creep in and begging you to be released. Your arms that held you upright began to wobble as you held on for as long as you could; relishing in that feeling of sexual bliss. You grasp at the bed sheets under your hands as you release again. You muster up a silent orgasm and feel yourself throbbing around his length as your energy drains from you. Simon places his palms on your chest whilst still inside you to help you up to him. You straighten and kneel upright with your back against his firm, hairy chest. You tilt your head back onto his shoulder and his moustache tickles your exposed neck as sucks at your skin.

“We’re not finished yet Y/N.” You hear his velvety voice ring in your ear. You’ve synchronised your breaths with his and feel his hard upper body rise up into your shoulder blades. How could we not possibly be done? The stamina of this guy is insane! Simon slips out of you and he lets you fall onto the bed again but turns you on your back. Simon climbs on top of you slowly and your thighs instinctively part for him. You see him lean on his thick, powerful arms either side of you. You pull him down for a short kiss then make a strained expression on your reddened face when Simon pulled away. He’s guiding his penis to your opening again and without warning, he pushes into you.

You hear a gruff voice above you as moans spill out of his mouth. He’s jolting in an out of you fast and rough with his strong grip getting harder on both your shoulders. You feel his nails dig deep into your skin. You imitate his actions and run your nails up his back then hold him close. Your body is tired but your voice box continues to work beautifully; gushing out moans of pleasure. The headboard from your bed bangs again and again against the wall. Your hips flinch as Simon presses his thumb onto your clit. I can’t take much more of this! Simon’s fingertip remains on your clit as he grinds his hips into you. You tell yourself you can’t possibly be able to arrive at another climax but to your pleasant and pleasurable surprise you do. This guy is like some kind of god.

After a few more deep thrusts; he pulls out and pumps his cum onto your lower stomach. You watch his blushed, tanned face as he breathes out with his moustached mouth ajar. Jesus, those eyes. Just that bowed, lustful look would get me going again. You push yourself up with the small amount of remaining strength you could muster in your arms and pull his head down with your hand. His lips crash into yours and you both squeeze your eyes shut as you share a long, passionate kiss. Simon slips his tongue into your mouth and pleases yours. After you pull away slowly Simon smiles warmly down at you. He’s gazing down at you for a while making you worry if you had something on your face. Once Simon catches some of his breath he rolls off you and lies beside you. Both your increased heartbeats quieten down and you’re able to breathe normally again. You reach for your bedside table and open the drawer for a box of tissues to clean your stomach. Simon brings one of his chunky arms up above his head to relax. He sighs with accomplishment. After scooping his seed off your skin, you roll the tissue into a ball and toss it off the bed. All you do is stare at the gorgeous gentleman that lay naked beside you. The light from the sunset is beaming in from your small window and illuminating Simon’s body; perfectly outlining every muscle on his torso. My god, he is beautiful.

“So much for a game of cards eh?” Simon laughs and looks over to you. You noticed a slight Canadian twinge in his voice. You watch as he grabs your hand by the side of him and intertwines his fingers in yours. You look up at his face lovingly and he brings your hand he held in his, to his mouth and gave it a small kiss.

“Don’t worry you love birds!” Negan’s raspy voice shouts through the small gap in the door causing the both of you to jump out of your skin. Simon’s hand is flung down from fright and hits the mattress with yours. “I’ll get the door nice and fixed for next time! Get some fucking rest you two! WHOOH-WHEE, shit that was hot!” You hear his boots clomp and the noise of Lucille being dragged along on the other side of the wall. You hear his stupid whistling half way down the hall before your brain can think of a witty comeback or an aggressive threat. That creep must have opened the door at some point during all this and none of you noticed a thing! Please tell me it wasn’t the whole time?!

Simon looks over to you with a smirk as if he’s about to explode with laughter still cradling your hand. You just stare at him in horror. Negan had front row tickets for the whole show. You feel like you want to sink into the bed and never return to the surface. Simon sees you’re embarrassed and gives your hand a slight squeeze. It doesn’t help. You leave Simon’s warm, grasp to reach behind your head and smash one of your cushions into your face to hide your burning face. You’re mortified. Simon slides the bed sheet up to cover both your bodies. He makes sure you’re covered from your chest down and just listens and bites his lip to hold back sniggers as you groan with humiliation into the pillow.

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