lustkillers

[lustkillers]

Hii! This has been invading my mind for WEEKS now and I’ve wanted to know how Simon would react to unrequited love, like the reader is in love but he doesn’t feel the same:( you ca ignore if you want i just wanted to get that off my chest and I’m a sucker for unrequited love angst☹️

Lynn😼

౨ৎ˚₊ can you see me? i'm waiting for the right time.

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - you'll wait, even if he's not.

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - simon / john q x fem!reader

✶ c.w. - sfw! sad sad angst! nothing more, nothing less. maybe ooc simon? but i think that's all. (let me know if i missed any!)

⊹₊ ⋆ note - back from the dead (again)... sorry it took so long to write this request! hopefully my writing isn't rusty (it is) and i hope i did this request justice! this is also my first piece of angst on my blog so WOOHOO! thank u so much for this req cuz i love me some unrequited angst >:p

requests are closed! <3

YOU clung to simon like a dog, begging to be loved by its owner, in which you were, but somehow that love bloomed into something that he didn't want.

yes, he loves you, he really does, but there’s a difference between love as in friends, and love as in… youwouldwannagetmarriedandhaveatrillionchildrenwitheachother. and sadly, simon didn’t want that future with you. you weren’t someone he would last a lifetime with, even though you told yourself different.

it wasn’t your fault, really. it was hard to differentiate love (friendship) and love (relationship). he was just too kind to you, and he hated everyone else, so you just assumed he… liked you back. you sat on that feeling for a while because your gut somehow knew he didn’t feel the same. being with him felt… impossible. the more you spent time with him, the more you’d fall in deep, and you didn’t want that.

you didn’t want that because he didn’t want that.

has he told you he didn’t want a relationship with you? no, but it was heavily implied in every conversation you two held.

“ah, you’re like a friend of mine y’know, that’s why i trust you.”

or, that time you confessed your feelings towards him and he said:

“c’mon, get up, you’re just drunk,” even though you said: “m’serious, simon! i doooo want you.”

there was just… no way around it.

so you went through it.

this very night was special to you and simon, as it was the one year anniversary of PSYOPS, and you were proud of him. they were performing a smaller gig, the bass boost echoing through your ears (and you could've sworn your hearing was about to fade away). so why not confess your feelings tonight? i mean, everyone would have their adrenaline kicking, so, this would be the best time to.

as simon finished vocals, he jumped down the stage; his presence creating a hyper environment. you laughed at his antics, automatically gluing yourself to his side. "si?" you spoke up, catching his attention.

he took off his ski mask to see you better, a dopey smile plastered across his face. "yeah?" he tilted his head, his face red and sweaty, and you could've sworn your face started to tingle from overheating.

"i-uhm, i need to tell you something," you bit your lip, "nothin' that important, but i just wanted to tell you something," you breathed out. were you nervous? fuck, yeah. but you got this in the bag. i mean, he doesn't really spend time with any other girl than you, so i mean... it's gonna work.

"spit it out." he nods to you, his patience sort of withering away. it wasn't your fault– it was just hot and loud, so it was a lot.

"ilikeyou." you mumbled, awkwardly laughing. he didn't get it.

"what?" he was confused; mostly because you blurted everything out at light speed.

"i... like you. scratch that– i love you." you laughed again, your eyes looking at him with longing.

all simon could do was stare. he just stared at you. he didn't say anything. he just stood there awkwardly while you thought you stood there like a fucking idiot.

"so..." you trailed off, weakly smiling amongst the loud crowd as some people were watching.

he licked his lips, slightly shaking his head. fuck, you were screwed.

"listen–" he started, "you're great and all," and all. and fucking all. "but i... i don't really see you like that." he finishes.

"no, no, yeah, i get it!" you squeak out, your throat suddenly getting dry. did it get hotter in here?

"i'm sorry–" he sighs.

"don't be," you let out the fakest smile ever, like worse than when you visited simon's family and they just hurdled insults at you, and all you could do was take it. "i'm just drunk." you lie.

he awkwardly nodded, "yeah, uh– its just because i'm sort of seeing this girl–"

oh.

"her name is patty. she's cool." she's cool. maybe that's what you lack.

"can't wait to meet her." you pursed your lips, "yeah. can't wait." you whisper. "listen, i think i'm gonna call it a night. i'll see you tomorrow?" you said quietly, yet he could hear you through this insane crowd.

"ah, not tomorrow." he awkwardly added, oh, great.

"awesome," awesome? "i'll just... see you when you wanna hang out, or whatever." you mumbled, your fists clenched and your feet turning away from him, continuing to walk away.

at least you weren't crying. you never cried in front of simon, so... why do it now over some stupid crush?

"aren't you wasted?" he called out, his voice rough.

you wagged your finger 'no' and continued walking away from the venue, your shoes dragging across the gravel.

fuck, this shouldn't be serious. you just misinterpreted it– it was no ones fault! you can't control where cupid shoots his arrow. his stupid, fucking arrow.

as you walked outside, your fists were still clenched– this time with tears glossing over your eyes. all you can do is cry.

cry, cry, cry over a boy who doesn't cry over you.

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@fallout-girl219

[lustkillers]

this just added 20 more years to my life

Motel Room

“C’mon, sweetheart, work with me here,” Benson whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear. “You’re only makin’ it worse for yourself. Quit squeezing on me so hard.”

Tags - dubcon/noncon, smut, unprotected piv, creampie, fingering, handjob, loss of virginity. fuck off about it i like what i like. dominant!benson, dirty talk, uhhhh idk idk idk. 2k words.

A/N - you know what the fuck is going on. i know this is a little bare bones and compared to my usual work but writing new characters is always a little tentative for me. just bear with me!

You follow behind Benson as he walks up the concrete motel stairs, a few steps behind him as. It’s a beautiful night, and the setting sun makes the sky colorful. Not for much longer, though. You can hear crickets and frogs, the neon sign from the motel buzzing. The air smells like gasoline and something sweet. Benson swears as he slaps a mosquito on the back of his neck, then wipes the dead bug on his pants. 

He walks all the way down to the last room, then unlocks the door, painted a vibrant pink, though it’s all fractured and chipped. Benson ushers you inside with a hand on your lower back, gently pinching you there. He’s just…like that, you suppose. He’s hard on everything he touches. Everything he gets his hands on ends up chipped or dirtied or cracked. You’re no exception.

Benson flops onto the made bed, springs squeaking with his weight. You take a seat on a stained chair in the corner, watching him under the flickering light of a nearby lamp. He grumbles something as he shifts, then lifts his hips and reaches into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He pulls one out and lights it, then puffs on it a couple of times before ashing it in the dirty crystal tray on the nightstand. 

Holding the cigarette between his pointer and middle fingers, Benson narrows his eyes at you as he takes another puff. He exhales, smoke curling up in front of his face, “So you just gonna sit there all night, or…?”

“Yeah, I–it’s fine,” you answer, switching the legs you have crossed. 

Benson smiles, lopsided and smug, and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “No, it’s not. Come over here.”

You hesitate, and he holds up a hand, then beckons you by lazily curling his pointer finger. He doesn’t stop even as you stand up and cross the room. Not until you sit down on the edge of the bed does he drop his hand. 

You can feel him watching you. Benson’s a bit of a wallflower in that way, always watching. Staring. He’s so pensive, and god only knows what thoughts swim through that mind of his. Your gut tells you nothing nice, probably. 

You always had a tendency to attract people like him. Bad news, as your mom would say. He’s got this darkness attached to him like his own shadow, this sort of rottenness inside. You know he’s the beginning of a bad ending. 

“You can lay down, sugar. I’m not gonna bite you.” Benson’s smirking when you look at him. “Unless you want it. You want me to bite you?”

“N-no thanks,” you answer quietly, soft as a breath. Your timidness makes him laugh. 

“Oh, but you’re thinking about it, though. Aren’t you?”

You don’t answer him, but you do lay down against the other set of flat pillows. Benson grabs the remote and turns on the small TV, where Criminal Minds plays on some syndication channel that’s not CBS. The audio sounds tinny and weird, and the picture is fuzzy. You try to focus on that instead of the way it smells like dust in here, or the sticky and oppressive humidity. Apparently all the units with working AC had been taken. Benson sits up and pulls off his shirt, then unbuttons his jeans and sighs as he lies back down. 

Trouble is handsome. He’s got such big, strong biceps, veined all the way to his hands. He has a nice abdomen as well, with toned muscles that rise and fall with his steady breaths. You watch the ash from his cigarette fall onto his bare skin. Your eyes draw a line up his neck and to his face, where he watches the show intently. He’s one of those people who looks like he’s angry when he’s focused or deep in thought, eyebrows pinched together and a pout on his lips. Pinching and twirling the end of his mustache.

Benson cocks his head at you. “Like what you see?” You flinch, cheeks heating up at the accusation. “Take a picture and it’ll last longer.” 

“But you made me get rid of my phone, Benny.”

Benny makes a face as he nods, then stubs out his cigarette. “Should take off your clothes,” he tells you. “Can’t be too comfortable in this heat, huh?” He’s not wrong, though it’s less of a suggestion and more of a command. You sit up and slide off your hoodie, leaving it crumpled underneath yourself. “Shorts too,” he adds. “C’mon, now.” 

Your fingers shake as you unbutton your shorts slowly, then push them down past your thighs. Benson lets out a low whistle at the sight of your bare legs, craning his neck to get a look at your panties. 

He makes you flinch when he gets up and moves closer to you, when you feel his fingers against your bare skin. Benson reaches under your tank top and finds your bra, then unhooks it. “Bet this isn’t too comfy either.” He’s sliding his palms up your bare arms and reaching under for the straps, then pulling them down. “Shit, see? Look,” he comments, eyeing the marks your bra left in your skin. You shiver when he rubs over them with his thumb, and then he clicks his tongue and lays back down. 

You relax as much as you can in the…however many minutes it is that passes. Benson yawns loudly and inches closer to you in the bed. “Are you going to sleep?” you ask.

“Mmm, I don’t know.” Benson reaches for the remote and places it in your lap. “TV’s yours.”

You opt to turn off the TV, then turn off your lamp as well. You’re not gonna get much sleep tonight, but you might as well let your body rest. 

Some time passes where you and Benson lay in silence, until he disrupts it by tossing and turning, letting out frustrated grunts at the same time. You don’t know why you ask him if he’s okay. 

“Yeah, shit. I’m fine. Just got this fuckin’...this fucking thing that needs taken care of.”

“What?”

Benson sighs. “Yeah, just - can’t sleep unless I cum, is all. But I’m in a bit of a predicament, see, and don’t wanna be ungentlemanly by doing it next to you.” 

“Oh.” You wiggle away in the opposite direction of Benson, though he scoots closer to you. “I mean, th-there’s a bathroom–”

“Do you like to fuck yourself in the bathroom?”

You balk at the question. He’s so blunt. 

“I asked you a question,” Benson says, his voice low and intimidating.

“No,” you answer, finally. 

“Neither do I.” Benson flips on his side, and in the moonlight that pours in from the big window, you can see him. The elegant dip in his side between his ribs and his hip, and his face. So beautiful, for as awful as he is. He makes you breathe funny. 

“Oh, sugar. What am I gonna do with you?”

You say nothing as you stare at him, heart beating so hard you can feel it in your throat. Benson palms his bulge for a second, and even in the low light you can make out how big he is. 

Benson notices you looking. “Wanna feel it?” he whispers, smirking as your lips part and your mouth goes dry. “Yeah, you wanna feel it.” 

He takes your hand and opens your fist, then presses your palm against his clothed cock, noting your little gasp. He’s so warm. 

Benson can fucking smell it on you, your innocence. Your apprehension. Makes him all the more hungry for you. He always did have a voracious appetite, though. One of those people who could just eat and eat and eat. He could eat you, too. Devour you in his own way. 

He smiles in a way that’s so chilling as he squeezes his hand over yours, and then he pulls his naked cock out from the confines of his boxers. He’s as hard as ever, thick and long as his length slaps against his toned stomach. Benson puts your hand back on his length, encouraging you to give him a kind squeeze. “Mmm,” he hums on his exhale, and when he inhales, his cock twitches at your scent. “You a virgin?” he mumbles. 

“Benny–”

“Go on. You can tell me.” 

He nods knowingly when you tell him yes. Benson wraps his large hand around your wrist and moves your hand for you, “You go all the way up, all the way down, sweet pea,” he instructs. 

He feels heavy in your hand, slightly sticky with sweat from sweat. He keeps his hand on yours, guiding you through it. You pump him from base to tip, where his skin is wet with precum. 

Once you’ve got the hang of it and found the rhythm that he likes, Benson lets you go, only to use that hand to pull you closer. He reaches into your panties, and grins when he finds you wet. He rubs your clit, then slides his thick, calloused fingers through your folds until they’re prodding at your entrance. You gasp when he pushes them both inside you, and curls them repeatedly. “Oh, there she is. Look at that,” Benson says, watching the way you shudder and listening to your moans. 

He lays you on your back for better access, then pulls his fingers from your cunt, which are all slick from your arousal. Benson sucks them clean and hums at the taste of your pussy before pulling your panties down your legs and your top off of your torso. 

He enters you with his fingers again, sliding them in and out of you, scissoring them, then curling them again. Benson uses his thumb to rub your clit in circles, making your body writhe in pleasure. You’re fucking cute, the way you reach between your legs to hold his arm. What are you doing, exactly? Trying to stop him, temper him in some way? Do you really think that’ll work? 

Benson pulls his hand away and pumps his hard, leaking cock with his fist, using his precum and your slick to lubricate his length. “Spread your legs,” he grunts. 

You freeze, looking up at him with an anxious look in your eyes. “Go on,” he tells you. “Don’t make me count to ten or some bullshit.”

You swallow thickly as you comply with his demand, spreading your legs. Benson parts your thighs wider, then drags the head of his cock up and down your slick folds. He knows you’re scared of him. “Shhh,” he hushes, “It’s gonna be okay, baby.”

“Deep breath,” he says. Benson notches the tip inside you, and with the head of his cock fit snugly at your entrance, he begins to inch his way into you, only to be met with a resistance. You whimper at the pain of the stretch, clutching his sides tightly in your sweaty hands, pinching him.

“C’mon, sweetheart, work with me here,” Benson whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear. “You’re only makin’ it worse for yourself. Quit squeezing on me so hard.” 

“It just–it hurts, Benny.”

“Oh, sure, sure,” he nods, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding it in a less than gentle way. Benson looks so scary and handsome as he scans your face - blue eyes gorgeous as ever, but they’re so dark, and so empty. He loves the way your eyes dart left and right, so wide and nervous. Sparkling with everything that his own lack. “I get it. But you’re gonna be a good girl, right? Gonna take it nice for me?”

Feeling compelled to comply, you nod. 

“Bite me if you need to,” he says. Benson starts to work his way into you again, loving those desperate, pained noises you make. “Halfway there. You got this.”

“Benny, wait–” Benson tilts his head as you squirm. “Can you–can you kiss me, maybe?” 

He pauses and then smiles, eyes crinkling while dimples appear in his cheeks. “Can do, sweetheart. C’mere.” 

He presses his lips against yours, moving them slowly before slipping his tongue into your mouth. For as rough around the edges as he is, he’s soft and gentle in how he kisses. The way Benson kisses you serves as a distraction as he fits his cock inside you the rest of the way, bottoming out with a grunt. “Yeah, fuck yeah,” he whispers, drawing out of you. 

He slides into you again, filling you with his length. Benson sets a steady and deep pace, where the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each stroke. It takes a moment for the pain to dissipate but it does, eventually. 

He moans your name as he dips his head to kiss the flesh of your breast. Benson sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, then kisses across the valley of your chest and does the same to the other. “Such a good girl,” he praises quietly, groaning at the way your cunt pulses around him. 

With a little more of his thrusting, a little more of that intentional, practiced way he rolls his hips, where his thick bush grinds against your clit, you’re cumming. Making little noises as you grip him tight, hips involuntarily rocking to match his pace. Benson cums next, fucking you harder and quicker now. His balls tighten just before his release, and he groans loud and guttural as he fills you with his spend. 

[lustkillers]

your new theme is STUNNING!

sorry, just had to blurt it out. hope you've been doing fantasic, phina <3

haii liv!!! thank u so much and omg its been so long 😭

but i hope ur doing fantastic urself queen x <33

[lustkillers]

new theme who this :3 anyway im up and going with new obsessions if any of u fw patrick zweig or art donaldson drop a request 😸 im actually locking in on writing so BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

[lustkillers]

the way im so sorry … 😞 college is kicking my ASS right now at the worst times 😓 however other breaking news, art donaldson and patrick zweig lovers STAND UP CAUSE WHEN I GET MY LICK BACK… I WILL WRITE FOR THEM.

again im so sorry guys, im trying so hard to find time after doing work 😭😭

*taps mic* is anyone here… im back 😓

on a serious note, im SOOO sorry for leaving you all in the dust when i literally said i was making my comeback, i feel super terrible 😭 during my little hiatus from writing, ive been going through a lot, especially during school and balancing my mental health and whatnot!

im feeling motivated to write, and i will TRY and complete everyones requests that i just left (im SO sorry) so…! yeah!

i miss all of u and i love u all (pls dont kill me 😓😓)

[lustkillers]

*taps mic* is anyone here… im back 😓

on a serious note, im SOOO sorry for leaving you all in the dust when i literally said i was making my comeback, i feel super terrible 😭 during my little hiatus from writing, ive been going through a lot, especially during school and balancing my mental health and whatnot!

im feeling motivated to write, and i will TRY and complete everyones requests that i just left (im SO sorry) so…! yeah!

i miss all of u and i love u all (pls dont kill me 😓😓)

[lustkillers]

hiii!! sorry for the current inactive-ness, i’m not really doing well mentally and i also am busy balencing some stuff on my plate right now! but, i’m trying to get back to writing! i see your guys’s requests and they will be filled! i’m really sorry for the wait :( i luv u all <3

[lustkillers]

when will a long haired Kyle Gallner in a skirt come down the local mountain and fall in love with me instantly when he meets me working at my shitty retail job and then i fuck him in an abandoned house. when

[lustkillers]

This is me. Kinda jealous of all the writers who can write quickly because I can't.

[lustkillers]

Would love to see some content for Simon from Dinner in America or Colin Gray, you’re more than welcome to pick the subject matter, preferably female reader

｡ﾟ･ ୨୧ . i owe you a black eye and two kisses.

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - oh, how he's missed his girl during his time away.

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - simon / john q x fem!reader

✶ c.w. - nsfw freaky deaky time!! hard?dom simon, sub!reader, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP.), p in v, car sex (in a volkswagen beetle...), public sex, STOMACH BULGE!!! facial, throat fucking-ish, degradation—but also praise, cowgirl position, overstimulation, hair pulling, very cutesy fic... (let me know if i missed anything!)

⊹₊ ⋆ note - back from the dead (laziness) and kicking it!! i hope i did this request justice as i haven’t written in so long… WHOOPS. its been literally ages since i wrote smut so i apologize if i’m rusty as hell doing this… PLEASE FORGIVE ME. anywho… LUSTKILLERS IS SO BACK BABY 🙂‍↕️

requests are open! <3

THE night was cold and you couldn't be more bored out of your mind. the windows of your red volkswagen beetle were down, the distinctive smell of the car gas filling the air around you. your leg bounced, the keys that consisted of plenty of keychain accessories clinking against each other, and your eyes traced over the rusty, tall fence that you probably counted all the diamond-shaped holes between each steel bar. how long have you been here? an hour? hour too early?

at the rate of biting at your own cheek unconsciously, there was probably a dent that was left inside your cheek from how much you've bit down on it. turning your palms over was a nightmare; your hands glistening with sweat from anticipation. you wanted to look the best. you wanted everything to be perfect.

you couldn't even remember how he ended up here; maybe you blocked it out. slightly tragic on your end, watching as your boyfriend was cuffed and put into the back of a cop car, the last thing you experienced together was your fingers loosely holding a cigarette for him. that feeling left you empty... and a bit sexually frustrated, due to the fact that he had promised to fuck you real good after his performance.

a masculine silhouette stood at the goddamned fence that you loathed, your eyes shooting up at the whirring sound of the mechanical fence sliding to the right, leaving the figure to leave. you let go of the cigarettes that laid in the cupholder, your slippery hands moving to unlock your car.

with a frustrated yell, you quickly wiped your hands on the seats on your car, restoring the dryness that easily helped you unlock your god forsaken car. you opened the door, ducking under the slight top ledge that you've hit your head on plenty of times. you were giddy like a child receiving their gifts on their birthday– squealing as you shut the door behind you and stood in front of the driver's side door, bouncing on the tips of your toes, and a smile spread across your face.

simon had that stupid smirk on his face, scruff all over his face, and his hair slightly grown out from the last time you saw him. he also had the same clothes on from the last time, the green jacket and black pants with the boots. it felt like the first time all over again, and god, that outfit made your pussy throb, and your knees were moments away from bucking and landing onto the dirt ground.

"didn't i tell you to get rid of that goddamn car? looks stupid, the ladybug print and all." simon said gruffly, a slight smirk creeping onto the corners of with lips, his siren-like eyes peering down at you.

you looked up at him with a slight pout and doe eyes, "i think it looks cute." you mumbled in defense. his eyes gleamed with a predatory look on you. cute, he thought. but what left his lips was just a mere scoff, his smirk turning into a smile... which was still somehow intimidating if you think about it.

"looks like a kiddie car, that's what it looks like." he taunted, making you playfully roll your eyes.

you huff, "i'm gonna punch you in the face... leave a black eye while i'm at it." your voice taunting, yet not really sincere. he only chuckled in response, "c'mere." he moved towards you, his lips swinging down to kiss yours, kissing away the pout that now disappeared.

his rough, big hands wandered towards your ass, gripping it with no intent of letting go. simon's kisses were one of a man deprived of lust and yearning, and he wasn't planning to let your breathe for air. his hands roamed around your backside, his feet pushing you back towards the silly-looking car, his right hand pulling at the door handle, swinging the door open.

simon's eyes opened from the kiss, his frustration growing from the lack of the backdoors your car had. he let out a groan, his lips unlatching from yours, his jaw clenching as he softly moved you aside, bringing the drivers seat forward so you two could hop in the back. his pants strained against his bulge, and the whine that left your lips made it even worse.

"give me a moment doll, your car is pissing me off." he grumbled, watching his head as he hopped into the small car, with you behind him, closing the door. he was sitting with his legs spread, you in front of him with little to no space at all, on your knees, which were already feeling rough from the material of the bottom the car.

you and simon made no time to push down your pants, his hands unbuckling the shiny belt that clinked once it unfastened from his waist, and your hands helped slide them down, his thick, long cock springing free, and you could've sworn your eye twitched at the sight. with the way he looked down at you and the non-existent space you left between your face and his cock, the feeling between your thighs released itself like a flood; your thighs pressing together in instinct.

"god, if you don't hurry it up, i might take matters into my own hands." he groaned out, swallowing dryly as his hands gripped at your hair; making you squeak out a quick 'sorry,' and your tongue quickly laid flat against the side of his cock; a hiss escaping simon's pretty lips. "fuck," he groaned.

you worked your way around his cock, your head bobbing up and down, trying your best to keep eye-contact with him as you bobbed. spit drooled down the sides of your mouth; the liquid pooling at the base of his cock, slowly sliding down his strained balls; the sounds of his grunts and low groans filling the small car.

he felt your right hand shift towards your sopping pussy; mewls leaving your lips as you rubbed your clit, heightening your senses, but also making you focus less on working his cock. simon noticed it, his grip on your hair turning into a makeshift lever, the control reeling to him as he started to guide your head up and down, his cock spearing at the back of your throat, hitting past the uvula. the feeling made you gag, spluttering more spit around his cock, the sight being messy as ever. he pulled your head from his cock, your right hand leaving your clit in response, and as your lips left his cock, it making you gasp out in air; your eyes watering from the intense throat-fuck that was definitely going to leave you sore, along with your poor legs that were soon to fall victim to his fucking.

"si, give me a moment–" you squealed, making simon laugh as he pulled you up onto his lap, laughter leaving from both your lips. "tryna get me put in jail again, doll? fuckin' in front of the prison i just got out of?" he smirked, his forehead touching yours.

"not my fault, si– oh!" you hum in response, which quickly turned into a gasp– which finally turned into a moan, his cock knowingly filling your tight walls. his hips piston upwards, his cock hitting the deepest part of your cunt. his hands held at your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock, creating a white, creamy ring around the base.

the car windows immediately fogged up, heat and sweat glistening on both your bodies, the occasional cocky laugh simon let out settled into your ears, making you shiver. your hips worked at a sensual speed, grinding and bouncing, alternating between the two, moans spilling from your lips.

his lips shut your moans up for a bit, before pulling away and murmuring, "so pretty bouncing on my cock, like the slut you are." he smiled against your shoulder, placing a kiss against it as he looked at you, babbling and panting. "feel that?" he whispered, pressing down on the bulge his cock made in your stomach, immediately making you start to crumble.

you looked at him, your hips started to falter and grow slower, your legs tired and your thighs shaking as the pressure built up, waiting to burst out. but you tried to keep your pace going, your hands on his chest as you whimpered.

your lips tried to form a sentence, only letting out broken words. "c–cum... i needa– hmph!" you cry out, feeling the vibrations of simon's chuckle. "can i–?" you whimpered, moments away from crying in frustration.

his lips captured yours once again, making you come undone. you came around his cock, clenching as your thighs tried to close at the feeling; high-pitched moans leaving your lips as you were sent into a fruitful bliss. "haah–! t-thank you, si!" you sigh, your hips stuttering, still lazily grinding, praying to god that simon finds his release, or you'd probably lose it.

simon groaned, nearing his release as he fucks up into you, your overstimulated pussy weeping and soaking. "m'gonna cum," he exhaled, and at his words– he came, but he planned to cum on your face, his hands making quick–but safe work, one shot of cum shooting inside your cunt, and when you blink, you're already on your knees, hot spurts of his warm cum hitting your face, your eyes closing. he let out a hoarse breath, "that was fuckin' tits," he laughed, hunched over. his cock started to soften, his hands making quick work and grabbed the cigarette pack and paper towel that sat inside the cup holder. he ripped a piece of paper towel, wiping your face... decently clean, but it was the effort that counted.

your eyes fluttered open to look at him, a smirk on his face as a lit cigarette hung from his lips, his rough hands cupping your face and stroking his thumb across your fucked-out cheeks. "you're one of a kind, y'know that?" he let out a sigh, fixing your clothes back on you, and pulling you up to straddle him again sharing a kiss, which tasted like cigarettes, but you didn't mind. you never had a problem with him and he never had a problem with you. the world revolved around you both and nobody else. his eyes twinkled at the sight of your eyes, and his face softened.

"ditto." you whispered, smiling.

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ive woken up from my slumber/hiatus from writing and now i’m gonna start cooking again… REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

im also taking requests for kyle gallner characters!! :3

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im actually fiending for some please actually im not even joking im gonna spontaneously combust

where are all the kyle gallner character fics… i am STARVING.

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this is so giving heist movie SOMEONE BOOK HIM FOR ONE NOWW

THIS CHARACTER POSTER SAVEEE ME SAVE ME

yeaaaaaa that’s daddy

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where are all the kyle gallner character fics… i am STARVING.

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we’re never gonna let him live 😭

why is bro always d*ing 😭

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PAPA IS COMING BACK TO ME

AINT NOBODH TOLD ME NOTHIVNFJFJFJFJF

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im so lightheaded from this RAHHH 😵‍💫😵‍💫

I know you’re not really writing for Rory characters right now but if I could request a Clyde smut where he says “swallow, swallow” with the pill, but instead.. it’s his girlfriend or OOO maybe someone who buys stuff off him like weed, and she’s giving him head as payment but she’s got a textural problem so like, weird textures are icky, and he holds his hand over her mouth and says swallow? That may be weird, I dunno— if it is I’m so sorry 😭😭

anon you don't understand how much i've been thinking abt this ever since you sent this. i just 😩

"hand at the back of my neck." | clyde

national anthem. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999@livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist@auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly@imoonkiss @lankysimp@nom-nommmm1@xxbl00d-cl0txx@k1ll3rh0rr0r@wildathevrt@mommymilkers0526@greenxgloss

⊹₊⋆ pairing: dealer!clyde x female!reader

⊹₊⋆ word count: 1.4k

⊹₊⋆ contents: drugs, blowjob, cum-eating, slight aftercare, fluffy if you squint

when it came to describing you, impulsive only covered the tip of the iceburg. the lines defining the story between you and clyde had gone blurry over the years but as far as you knew, he was basically the best thing that had ever happened to you. 

and both of you were fully aware of that.

your faintly shivering fist sheepishly knocked that familiar pattern on the door of his apartment room. the hallway outside of his room always smelled faintly of green and stale fast food. before you could bring your hand back to your side, the doorknob turned allowing the stained wooden door to creak open, bringing his warm, sleepy eyes and that smile into view.

“well, if it isn’t my favourite customer…” clyde flipped his hair out of his face, allowing his gaze to run up and down you shamelessly. “...you look good. as usual.”

he was shirtless, only clad in a pair of gray sweatpants that rode dangerously low on his hips. all need for formality had vanished the day you had experienced your first high right there in his “workshop”.

you smiled shyly, already feeling slightly light on your feet as the psychedelic aromas from inside wafted toward you. “hi clyde. sorry for showing up unannounced…” 

considering how quickly he opened the door and the lack of that lust-filled flush that covered his cheeks whenever he was getting some action, you could safely conclude that he was alone at the moment. but you felt the need to ask anyway.

“is now a good time? i can come back later if you’re busy…”

he let out a little breathless laugh, shaking his head and dislodging a few locks from behind his ear. “there’s no better time than now. c’mon in. i just got some new stuff shipped in that you’ll love.”

he snaked an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his cozy apartment room and shutting the door behind you.

“you got your mind on anything specific today?” he asked as he ushered you to his overstuffed couch. you sat down, scanning the various piles of boxes with long medical names and numbers on them. 

you weren’t really the adventurous type when it came to drugs. you saw how badly it could screw someone’s life over, and you didn’t know if you had the willpower to “stop whenever you wanted to”. so a little marijuana had always seemed like the safest choice.

“just the usual please.” you watched as he playfully rolled his eyes at the predictability of your request.

“that’s my girl. i don’t even know why i wonder differently…” 

he dug through a large cardboard box, retrieving two dainty bags of weed and a pack of rolling paper. he wrapped them up nicely for you, knowing that the presentation meant everything to you. 

“alright, a bag of mary jane for the pretty lady.” he handed the goods to you, the smile on your face tugging at his heartstrings. “that’ll be $50.”

you hissed, the mention of the price nearly killing the mood.

“you know i’ve never had that kind of money on me, clyde. i’m barely making it by at the restaurant. i’m out looking for my third job this month.”

clyde tossed his hair out of his face, crossing his arms over his chest with a sigh. “don’t think i don’t know that times are getting hard around these parts. you know people have hardly been buying from me these days…”

you nodded, a guilt-ridden expression on your face as you cleared your throat to propose a suggestion.

“i doubt all those used-up strippers that come around here have the money. how do they pay you? blood money?”

clyde laughs heartily. “the night usually ends in some cheap sex that i regret in the morning. but a deal is a deal. you thinking of spending the night with me to cover the fee?”

you shake your head. “it’s that time of the month. i know how you are around blood.”

clyde grimaces, nodding with a chuckle. “no kidding. but you might be onto something…”

you looked up at him from your position on the couch debating whether or not to make your proposal.

“...want a blowjob..?” 

clyde’s gaze snapped to your face, looking for any hint or humour or sarcasm in your question. but you were dead serious. he looked down, a grin playing at his lips. 

“well that sure would be one hell of a payment…”

you fidgeted with your thumbs. “so… do we have a deal..?”

he smiles, extending a hand to you. “indeed we do.”

he gave you a firm handshake, spinning you around and sitting down on the couch as you stood in front of him.

you slowly sank down to your knees, resting comfortably in between his partly spread legs. your gazes met briefly, yours eager and his desperate. his imprint pressed against the soft wool of his sweatpants, betraying how much he was trying to keep his composure.

you place your hands on his thighs, trailing them up until you reach the waistband. your fingers pried underneath the elastic, the feeling of your cold fingers against his skin making him shiver. it took a moment for you to navigate your way under you felt him against your palm. you pulled out his needy erection, the tip already red and angry with desire.

clyde let out a shaky exhale, tipping his head back as your soft hands massaged his girth and teased the tip. his hips rutted up into your grip, desperate for more contact.

 you swallowed hard, getting rid of the abundance of moisture in your mouth before slowly opening your jaw, your hot breath hitting the tip and you licked a long stripe up his cock. clyde groaned deeply, his hand finding the back of your head as the other went down to cup your cheek.

you began to take him in, inch by inch as you salivated around him. you went down until your chin touched his balls and your nose tapped at the base of his length. you held back a gag as the tip hit the back of your throat. once you were secure, you bobbed your head up and down, creating suction in your cheeks to maximize his pleasure.

clyde’s breathing grew laboured, a huge grin plastered on his face. “...oh man… you’re a natural, aren’t ya..?” your heart fluttered at his praise, urging you to go a little quicker.

your tongue flicked against his tip with practiced precision. 

clyde whimpered as his hips bucked upward, forcing his length into you and out just as quickly. “i-i don’t think i’m gonna last much longer…” he swallows hard, his voice coming out strained and breathy. “...hope you’re ready for a load…”

you fondled his balls with your hand, massaging hypontic patterns onto the soft flesh. the heat of your mouth, the feeling of your perfect touch, it was all doing things to his head. better than any drug around.

as his leg began to twitch and his breathing grew weary, he vigorously thrusted into your mouth as moans and dirty phrases spilled from his lips.

“...that’s it… i’m cummin’...”

before he could fully get his warning out, his seed spilled into your mouth. everytime you thought he was running empty, another load busted onto your tongue. you gagged, your eyes welling with tears as he panted heavily, pulling your mouth off his rod as he recollected himself.

his vision went hazy. “that… that was amazing…” he looked down as you, watching you struggle to swallow his excessive load.

he waited for you to get yourself steady, but it was almost as if your body was physically rejecting his cum. you gagged, a few drops spilling out of your mouth until he quickly held the bottom of your jaw. 

“hey, hey..! easy there… what’s wrong..?” he asked frantically. you couldn’t speak, but he got the message quickly. 

he tilted your head back gently. “there you go, sweetie… swallow, swallow. just like that…” he whispered, wiping away the stray drops as you finally managed to get the thick, salty solution down.

you panted heavily, gripping onto his thighs for support. “i did it…” you managed to gasp out as he gently held your face. 

clyde pushed his hair out of his face, helping you get back to your feet. he stood up as well, still reeling over the aftershocks of his orgasm. “well, a deal is a deal.” he picked up your bagged goods from the couch, tossing them to you. 

you murmured a quiet ‘thank you’ as he walked you to the door, opening it for you like the gentleman he was.

“it was a real pleasure doing business with you.”

author's note: this request took me wayyy too long :(( and how haven't I written for clyde since April?!