#° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐘’𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒!

[barbiesmuse]

ᡣ𐭩 DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָsimon riley + fem!reader

summary: in which simon riley decides to message you after a year of no contact!

tags: angst, romance-ish, talk of abusive parents, simon's an asshole, slight age gap (27 - 30!), cursing, very slight body image issues, simon is a wreck, not proofread oopsie! talia talks: this is my first post!! this account is inspired by @audisive, much love to this blog! if this does well a part two will be out soon!

One year. Today officially marks one year since Simon left without any warning. He didn't even leave a note. You were a wreck. No one was able to get in contact with you for a month. Simon was your first everything. You questioned yourself over and over. You often find yourself looking in the mirror. You studied your appearance in the mirror. Was it the way you looked? Was it your age?

It took almost two months for you to even begin working again. It wasn't as if Simon was your world, but he was a very important part of it. After you got yourself back on your feet life was beginning to get better. You moved to a new city, got a new job, found new friends, and left your old self behind. A change of pass, at least that's what you wanted. 

No matter how much you wanted to forget the day he left you couldn't. He was always there in the back of your mind. The sound of his voice replaying over and over again. You would catch yourself staring into space, thinking of what life would be like if he was here now. How would he touch you? Simon left a large wound, and you felt as if it wouldn't heal anytime soon. You wondered if would you be engaged or married. Simon left like you were nothing to him, but it was quite the opposite.

Leaving you was the hardest thing Simon had ever done. Simon wasn't one for crying, he despised it. Yet as he took one last look at your once-shared home he felt a singular tear slip down his cheek. The salty liquid traced the curve of his face and slipped into his mouth. The taste of his tears brought him back to himself. Crying? Pathetic.

Simon Riley grew up in a rough house. His father was either absent or drunk. His mother died when Simon was young. He grew up hardened by abuse and war, but when he saw you it all went away. You were the light of his life. He often got lost in the darkness, thoughts of trauma and PTSD clouding his thoughts. You, you were the one thing that stopped him from destroying himself. Now that he didn't have you, he told himself he had nothing to lose.

Simon had stopped going to work, he had stopped eating, and he had stopped speaking. It was as if he wasn't living anymore, like his heart stopped. Simon was staying with his godmother, she was the only constant thing in his life now. He stayed in his room, only coming out once a week to eat. His godmother, Delena worried about him. She had known Simon since he was a child. She watched him grow up, and this was not like him.

Today was the day that marked a year, and you and Simon were both a mess. You wanted nothing more than a warm embrace from Simon. You imagine the creaking in the floorboards was his large boots trudging up the stairs. You imagined he had just come back from deployment, you would smile as he walked into your once-shared room. The sound of your phone “ding!” brought you out of your daydream.

Simon.

As Delena knocked softly on Simon's door she heard the sound of Simon's heavy breathing. Delena didn't wait for confirmation to walk in. She found Simon on his bathroom floor. A bottle of Disaronno lay by his side. His phone was cracked and his balaclava was nowhere to be found. His eyes were red, his lips were chapped, and his hands were shaking. He looked up at Delena with tired glossy eyes. He stayed away for a reason, he was going to ruin you. He wasn't healthy, no part of him was healthy. He was toxic, the only good part about him was you. But he didn't have you anymore.

Simon looked at Delena as she sat down next to him, her back sliding against the wall until she hit the ground. She chuckles softly and his lips curl into a tight grin. “I texted her,” Simon says, he picks up his cracked phone and shows it to his godmother. She gives him a sympathetic look and rubs his back. She knew that you were going to text back. She wished deep down you wouldn't. He had left you, who's to say he won't do it again? But she could never say that to her godson. 

“Well, that was very brave of you, Si.” The older woman says. Her hair was a gorgeous silver color. Her nails were painted a dark red. Simon liked the way she carried herself, with class and elegance. Simon, on the other hand, was a mess. She sighed as she realized there was a slight chance he might never get better. Delena wasn't sure if she was okay with that. She was getting too old.

Your breath hitched as you read the text. Simon had texted you? Why? You didn't want to respond, you hated him. He left you, he never called or texted. Not even a letter, so why should you respond to his text? Yet as you open the message, your heart drops.

Simon. I miss you, love.

talia talks: this was fun to write!! part two will be on it's way soon! xoxo!

[barbiesmuse]

ᰔᩚ FALSE GOD.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָjohn price + milf!reader

summary: a little blurb of price fingering milf!reader while her daughter is with her dad.

tags: fingering, praise, age gap, price kisses readers tears, reader squirts, reader has a daughter, reader's daughter is referred to as babygirl, reader's baby daddy is a deadbeat!

head barbies announcements: this was silly i was bored and horny!! also men personifying pussy is such a power move!! sorry this is actually kind of dirty!

you whine softly as price plunges his fingers in and out of your wet cunt. you sniffle as tears stream down your face. john has the two of you faced in front of a mirror. your eyes were heavy and your breathing was rough. price smirked as he watched your eyes follow his fingers. his thumb finds its way to your clit rubbing soft circles on the rosebud. “oh sweet girl, wipe those tears f’me hm? promise it'll feel better soon. just gotta get your sweet pussy used to me first. gotta be gentle with her.” he says, pressing gentle kisses to her ear.

you sniffle and turn your head, looking up at him with glossy eyes. as his thick and calloused fingers continue to demolish your tight cunt you feel the same achy feeling in your stomach that you always feel when he touches you this way. price coos at you and kisses your tears, he was so gentle with you. he tasted the salty drop on his tongue and smirked. as you got closer to your orgasm your hands found price's wrist trying to slow him down as his fingers split your pretty pussy open.

“look at this pretty pussy sweetheart, see how needy you are for my fingers? what would you do without me, hm? i know you're stressed about babygirl. let it out mama. ” price says, as your orgasm washes over you your legs tremble. as you lay in his lap, legs spread, hair disheveled, and your soft whines filling his ears he can't help but feel himself coming in his pants. price groans in your ear, which only makes you spiral even more. your clear liquids spurt from your pussy and he chuckles.

“fuck john, feels so good! mmph, need your cock now please!” you say as you feel his fingers continue to stimulate your pussy. as he pulls his fingers out of your sopping hole he smirks as you clench on nothing. he studies you, you were a mess. nowhere near ready for his rough cock. “oh dear heart, y’r not ready yet.” price says, he looks at you through the mirror. he smiles and shoves his finger into your mouth. as you taste yourself you moan around his fingers.

price pulls his fingers from your mouth and replaces them with his chapped lips, his tongue meets yours and the two of you mix. you wrap your arms around his neck and moan into the kiss. you pull away and bite his lip. he pulls away and presses a gentle kiss to the valley of your breasts. “can always count on my sweet girl to taste so good.”

[barbiesmuse]

୨୧ TOLERATE IT.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָsimon riley + fem!reader

summary: in which you decide to meet up with simon, and to your dismay things happen between the two of you. but in the end, he still left. link to part one!

tags: angst, talk of parental issues, arguing-ish, slight fluff, delena puts some sense into simon, and reader is a pushover!!

head barbies announcements: hi barbie!! this is a lot more angsty and slightly sexual so minors dni! there will be one more part of this, but other than that enjoy!! do something kind today! peace and love!

“I miss you, love.” He missed you? You scoffed and ran a hand down your face. You wanted to ignore it, act like you never saw it. You had a new life. Simon wasn't a part of that new life. You promised yourself a long time ago that it would stay that way. You didn't want to know why he left. You want to forget him completely. But you couldn't. You knew that there would always be a part of you tied to him. Simon squeezed Delena's hand, she wasn't one to be impatient. She was gentle with Simon. She had seen the aftermath of what his father had done to him. It was rough. “Del, what if she doesn't respond,” Simon says, his eyes squeezed shut. He tries to ignore the feeling in his stomach. He felt like a nervous schoolboy texting his crush. Delena simply doesn't respond. She loved her godson to pieces but, she didn't tolerate incompetence. Simon looked up at her, waiting for an answer. Instead of answering, she shot him a tight-lipped grin.

You didn't want to respond, but there was a small part of you that felt like you should. He brought out something good in you. You always saw yourself as deeply flawed, not good enough, too hostile. Simon saw you as a phoenix. Constantly getting back up again, rising from the ashes. Your hands trembled as you picked your phone up, you had made up your mind. You were going to respond. Simon's eyes went from soft to offended in a matter of seconds. He knew what Delena was thinking, and he didn't like it one bit. Simon scoffed and took a sip of the large bottle of Disaronno that sat by his side. Delena grunted in disapproval and snatched the bottle from his hand. Simon wasn't himself anymore when Delena looked into his eyes she saw his father. That was her biggest fear. “Simon. If she doesn't respond you have no right to be angry with her. You left without any explanation. That girl deserved the world, and you could've given it to her. Yet you decided to let your trauma get in the way of something great, for the both of you.” Delena says, she stands up the bottle of alcohol still in her hand. Simon's eyes turn to his cracked phone, his lips curling into a soft smile. He picks up his phone and studies the text. It was simple, too simple for him. He wanted more, but he was never satisfied. Simon Riley could have the entire world in his hands and still be unsatisfied. He lifted his phone and showed Delena, he made sure the shards of glass didn't cut her hand. No matter how angry he was, he was gentle with the people he cared most about.

“I'll always miss you, Si.” You responded. It was simple, but it held weight. You would've done anything for him. The two of you were toxic and the both of you knew it. The toxicity was like a drug. Once you're addicted, you can't stop. No matter how long you're clean, a part of you will always long for that drug. There was a point in time when Simon angered you severely. You had held onto it like a grudge. He would make fun of you in front of his friends and leave you to do all the work around the house, but what hurt the most? He acted as if your love for him was simply a burden. Yet you tolerated it. Delena forced a smile. Thankfully, Simon couldn't see the hidden displeasure on her face. She had no problem with you. However, she did have a problem with Simon hurting you. “She misses me, Del,” Simon said with a genuine smile. His heart was beating again, he was slowly becoming the man he was. Delena's hands tightened around the bottle of alcohol, her sharp red nails digging into her palm. “You two should talk, maybe meet up. Then you can apologize.” Delena says with a smile. Yet it fades as he shakes his head. “She can't know why I left Delena, she'll think I'm a coward,” Simon says as he stands up. He needed to see you. He needs to make things right, you were his everything. Without you, he was an empty shell of a man. Delena simply shakes her head and walks away. She was getting a headache and did not have time for him. Simon grabs his broken phone in his hands and sighs. His breathing was slow and heavy, almost as if he didn't want to. Simon.

“Meet me at the café, please baby.”

Simon was one thing for sure, a master manipulator. He knew the buttons to push and when to push them. He knew you were vulnerable right now. He knew you craved his touch. The smell of cigarettes and amaretto still lingered in your house. His side of the bed still smelled like his forest body wash. He lingered. You hated it.

“Yes. Be there at six.”

talia talks: this was kinda a filler i guess? the second half of this fic will be out tomorrow morning if uni doesn't kick my ass!

[barbiesmuse]

જ⁀➴ CLEAN.

;ֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָsimon riley + reader

summary: in which you realize that simon riley has not changed, and he never will.

tags: very little smut (time skipped), crying after sex, reader hits simon's chest repeatedly, delena continues to humble simon, reader is finally clean of simon!! link to part two!!

head barbie's announcements: natalia not using pink?? is the world ending? anyways, this is the last part!! if you don't like taylor swift that's okay, you don't have to like it to enjoy the fic!! but this song is a crucial part of the story! this was super fun to write but i needed to get this out asap!!

“Gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean.”

As you walk into the Café, the sound of the bell atop the door pushes into reality. This was real. It was happening, and you had to face it now. It had been a year since you'd last contacted Simon. You recall the several messages you had sent after he had left. Pleading for him to return, begging to know what you had done wrong. As you walk to the booth your eyes meet his, and the world stops. The sound of the espresso machine rumbling is now gone. The sound of the others in the café is nowhere to be heard, just you and Simon. Part of you felt like this was a relapse. You were going back to that one drug that had hurt you again and again. Your friends had tried to convince you to stay home, watch a sappy rom-com, and have a good cry. Yet somehow you ended up here, in the same Café the two of you had met in long ago. As you slide into the seat across from Simon, you exhale. You look up at him with those sweet eyes of yours. The ones he had fallen in love with. It's quiet as he studies your appearance. You looked rough to him. You had gotten skinnier. He assumed you weren't eating. Was that because of him? Maybe Delena was right... He could tell you were getting better. If he would've stayed away longer you might've forgotten him. But he didn't want to be forgotten.

“You look sick, why?” He asks, his eyes travel downwards. He couldn't look you in the eye. He felt ashamed of himself. “Before I answer your questions, I deserve an apology, Simon.” You say. He chuckles and nods. “I'd be lying if I said it's hard to apologize. I thought my leaving was best for you. Unfortunately, a part of me still believes that's true. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. You saw the good in me when no one else did. I miss you terribly. Please, baby, just come home.” He says, his voice becomes slightly whiney. You wince at the word home. He wasn't your home anymore. You had no reason to feel sorry. No matter what kind of show he put on or what kind of desperate voice he used.

“I am home, Simon. When you left, I built a new home for myself. The house you lived in is gone. I rebuilt my life from the ground up just to get rid of you. Your smell still lingers in the house, and you've never been inside it! You constantly replay in my mind like some sickening chant. I hate it. I hate you.” You say, your voice cracks as you whisper your last sentence. As Simon hears the angst in your voice, it feels like a stab to the heart. His sweet girl. He had killed her spirit by leaving, and he didn't know if he could ever forgive himself.

“Don't say that, I'll make it better. I promise, okay? Tonight. Just us, come over, and we can do whatever the hell you want. We can watch your sappy-ass movies, and I can show you just how sorry I am.” Simon says the hope in his voice is almost sick to you. You hated the idea of being with him in a private place. You knew you wouldn't be able to resist. For six months, you had touched yourself to the thought of him. You had so much pent-up sexual frustration. Saying yes wouldn't hurt much more, right?

It hurt a lot more. As you ride his dick, the movie plays in the background. The sounds of skin-slapping drown out the audio. The only thing that can be heard is your joint moans. Your arms are wrapped around his neck. You press a gentle kiss to his ear. As he fucks into you, you both reach your climax, and your moans are now replaced with heavy breathing. As you pull away, you look up at him with glossy eyes. His eyes were dark and lustful. His dick was inside you but it was a comfortable feeling. As you study his expression it isn't one of love, but of hunger. Was this just a way for him to relieve his stress?

You frantically get off of him and search for your clothes. You pick up your bra and panties and slide them on before searching for your clothes. Where had he put them? Simon groans and runs a hand down his face in frustration. “You're being dramatic,” Simon says as he watches her search for her clothes that were cycling in the washer. He had done this on purpose. He brought her here for sex and had trapped her.

As you realize you won't find your clothes, you break down. You sit back on the couch and cry. After six months of pushing back tears. Simon sighs, and his large tattooed hand rubs your back. You glare at him with a harsh look on your face. You push his hand away and hit his chest. It doesn't hurt him but, it felt good to let him know how he made you feel. As you continue to hit his chest he just looks down at you with a solemn expression. He knew he deserved it, and he had no problem with you giving it to him. Someone had to, right?

“You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this. You knew that when you left I'd be a fucking mess!” You say, Simon grabs your wrists and tries to shush you. This only angers you more. What the two of you didn't know, was that Delena was watching it all. Her heart broke for you. As you try to pull away from Simon's grasp Delena steps in.

“Go upstairs and get something from my drawer. I called you an Uber about thirty minutes ago.” Delena says to you. You nod and walk upstairs. As you disappear into the second floor, Delena turns to Simon with a look of disgust on her face. She scoffs and throws his shirt at him. “You will not bring another girl into my house, do I make myself clear? You're a goddamn womanizer. I do not have the time or youth to care for the women you take advantage of.” Delena says as you walk back downstairs. Delena shoots you a gentle smile and puts on a chipper attitude. “Perfect timing, angel! You're Uber is right outside. Be safe, okay?” Delena says with a sweet smile. She walks up to you and presses a gentle and motherly kiss to your forehead. You look at her with teary eyes. Poor thing. “It'll all be okay, love.” She says as she leads you to the door. If Delena said it, it had to be true. As you walk outside, you give Delena one last hug, and then it dawns on you. You didn't tell Simon goodbye. As you try to rush past the older woman, she grabs you by your arms and stops you. A tear slips down your face, and you wipe it hastily. “Please, Del.” You plead as another tear escapes your eye. Delena shushes you and wipes your cheek kindly. “It's for the better, now go.” She says as she gently ushers you into the car.

As she closes the door to the Uber you grab your phone. The quiet music that plays on the radio brings you peace. “Clean.” by Taylor Swift plays and a sad smile paints your face. As you press on Simon's contact you send him one more message.

“Thank you.”

After the message gets delivered, you press the block button, and you let out a sigh of relief. It felt as if you'd been holding your breath for so long. That one drug that you couldn't let go of. The one that held you captive was now history.

“Gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean.”

[barbiesmuse]

୨ৎ BARBIE AVENUE!

welcome to barbie ave. glad you decided to drive by! barbie ave. is home of all things head barbie (natalia) has written! barbie ave. is constantly changing! head barbie writes frequently, so stop by often!

“ᡣ𐭩 DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS” Series.

“DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS.” - in which simon riley breaks no contact after a year, you aren't sure what to do!

“TOLERATE IT.” - in which you respond to simon riley and things don't go how you expected!

[barbiesmuse]

Kinda wanna see the aftermath in Simon’s POV… once he realizes it’s over for good, will he despair? Will he end up as much maybe even more of a mess than reader was on their heartbreak? you said that Clean is the last part so may I have your opinion on what you think would happen to him once he realize that reader is gone for good this time?🥺

hi love bug! of course, this is such a good ask!! in the original part of clean simon's point of view was in it, but i cut it!! so here you goo!! link to clean!!

THIS IS ME TRYING.

The sound of the door opening dragged Simon out of his thoughts. He didn't feel bad for what he did, but he felt bad for hurting you. Simon heard the clicking of Delena's shoes, he looked back and saw nothing but disappointment in her eyes. Where had you gone? Simon gives Delena a look, but she simply turns away and walks to her bedroom. As Simon picked up his phone to text you, he saw your message. Thank you? For what? He had made your life miserable, and you thanked him. As he began to type a response to you Delena appeared from behind him and spoke coldly. “She blocked you, Simon. She's done for good. Let her be.”

Simon didn't want to let you be. He might've fucked up but he loved you. He couldn't digest the fact that you had left, for good. His sweet girl. The girl who had him wrapped around her finger was now history. You were clean of him and he hated it. He wanted you to come back every time your bed got too cold. He wanted you to come back when a man didn't touch you like he did. He wanted you back. “I fucked up, Del. I fucked up so bad. I should've just talked to her and told her how I felt.” Simon says, his voice is desperate. Delena sighed softly. Her godson had been through so much. She couldn't help but comfort him. Delena took Simon into her arms and pressed a motherly kiss to his head. “In another life, bud. She deserves to be happy, as do you.”

[barbiesmuse]

ೀ HEAD BARBIE'S RULES AND REGULATIONS.

of course head barbie has rules! it is beneficial for both natalia and you if you read these rules before sending an ask or requesting a fic!

below are things head barbie will not write for. please don't send an ask for the following. If something is not listed please don't hesitate to send an ask for it, I just might!

THINGS HEAD BARBIE WON'T WRITE:

↳ step siblings smut! i just personally don't find this enjoyable and i feel uncomfortable writing it.

↳ rape. it's self-explanatory, seek help if you find this attractive! this is not welcome on my page.

↳ vomit. enough said.

↳ piss kink.

↳ non-consensual.

THINGS HEAD BARBIE WILL WRITE:

below are the things head barbie will write for! head barbie loves to write these things!

↳ toxicity!

↳ angst!

↳ fluff!

↳ smut!

↳ marriage!

↳ pregnancy!

↳ corruption - with consent!