#thinking about mafia!simon and his fucking tattoos

[cordeliawhohung]

y'all are feeding me SO WELL in my inbox rn but i am so goddamn tired from work today ): i'll respond to more tomorrow!!! i love you all so much i hope you all have sweet dreams mwah <3

[at-least-cry-a-little]

Cegan Prompts list

I’ve seen lately that some people are writing awesome things inspired by prompts and I thought it could be helpful to make a kind of prompt master-list of all the little things that have come up at some point? I tried to do this months ago, but it got really messy, really fast, so this is a second... questionably more organized attempt.

Also I’m adding the users who posted the prompts so anyone can ask them permission. If there is no name it means I was the one who posted it, you don’t have to ask (use it, change it a little, change it a lot, it’s yours).

I’m also adding links in case someone is filling/has already filled a prompt, if you want to make sure someone’s not already doing the exact same thing you’re thinking of (but I’m a great believer that a fandom never has enough soulmates or cafeteria aus).

P.s: please tell me about anything you’d add or if you see there’s anything wrong :)  this can be actualized as many times as necessary.

General

@shipping-cegan “Imagine your OTP cuddling during a thunderstorm and person B is terrified and person A has to comfort them and strokes their hair and does other cute things until they fall asleep oh my god I’m going down mayday mayday.”

@awkwardterror Carl getting injured during his attempt to kill Negan, getting taken to the Saviors’ doctor who patches him up and pumps him full of painkillers aka say hello to slightly age regressed/whiny and cuddly Carl who definitely does not see the issue in clinging to a very (at first) disturbed Negan.

- @agentevil filled this (x).

(full prompt here) So what if there were still scientists working on fixing this giant fuck up that is the zombie apocalypse? What if they found a vaccine? Imagine humans start to regain control over the land and rebuild society.

- @bubblewrapstargirl filled this (x).

Soulmate AUs

@ticcraft The Soulmate AU where when you touch you can finally see all the beautiful colors of the world. 

The dead may walk the earth but life keeps going, and people keep getting their soulmate’s first words tattooed in their skin, and that at least is one of the small joys there is left. When Carl wakes up one morning with his shoulder burning and he reads “Shit kid, lighten up, at least cry a little” he is not sure what to think. The universe works in mysterious ways.

@shipping-cegan Soulmate AU where people have half a tattoo, and when you meet your soulmate it’s completed. Imagine Carl not being able to find his soulmate, so he decides to make an appointment to complete the tattoo. But when the tattoo artist (Negan) enters the room he sees that it’s complete, and   so is his own half.

- @negans-carl filled this (x).

(Non-apocalyptic) Modern AUs

@bunny-lou Negan is looking for a sitter for his kid (Judith or Daryl?) and Carl responds for the job.

(Neighbours au) Carl loves his dad, but he’s really happy to finally be able to move out to his own apartment. Even if the only one he could afford is in this pretty shitty building, and his only neighbors are an old lady who looks like she could kill you, a (really handsome) asshole called Negan, and his cat, Lucille, which lowkey reminds him of Ms Norris from Harry Potter and somehow keeps sneaking into his home and making him have to knock on Negan’s door to give her back.

@flyingmintbunny123 Negan and Carl get snowed in one day and sexiness ensues

@flyingmintbunny123 It’s Cegan’s first New Years together and at midnight they have their first kiss!!

@flyingmintbunny123 This is gonna be meta af but Carl finds a comic with the characters Andrew Lincoln, Chandler Riggs etc. and notices everyone he knows kinda looks like them.

(Mafia AU) Carl starts looking for a part time job for the summer and ends up working as the delivery guy/coffee guy/sometimes secretary for the CEO of this very (very) suspicious company, The Sanctuary Inc., a man called Negan. Carl has the vague impression that he’s working for the mafia, but hell, Negan pays well.

(Prison AU) Carl starts hanging out with the bad kids, does some dumb shit, and ends up getting into some serious trouble with law. He gets just one year, but it still feels like the end of the world.To top it all off, the first thing he does when he sets a foot in the prison is to piss off the one inmate that everyone seems to be scared shitless off. His name, the man happily informs him, is Negan.

@why-do-i-ship-this is currently filling this (x).

Other Fictional Universe AU

@weinsanedreamer55 (Hunger Games AU) Negan being Carl’s bristly ptsd mentor (came up in this post).

@My-flatmate-when-he-read-the-aforementioned-post: “Why did none of you creeps think of Negan being President Negan and rigging the hunger games in Carl’s favor just cause he likes him?” (P.s: you don’t have to credit my flatmate and the Hunger Games au is still Weinsanedreamer’s idea).

Beauty and the Beast AU? Negan being all dramatic about being a monster and shit? Carl saving the day by the power of his luscious hair and his pure heart? No? What if I told you that Simon could be Ms Potts?

(Hogwarts AU) It’s Carl’s last year in Hogwarts. Just one more year and he won’t have to see the Quidditch Coach’s handsome stupid face ever again. No, he’s not sad about it, and no, he won’t miss his crude jokes, ok? He’s glad to get Mr Negan out of his hair, thank you very much.

Other AUs

(Greek Goods AU) Negan and Carl as Hades and Persephone.

- @okuma-holmes did fanart for this (x)

- I did fanart for this (x)

@bunny-lou Negan is a pirate who takes only the most beautiful treasures. When he sails to Alexandria, the gold doesn’t interest him, but a young man with only one eye who isn’t afraid of him might be his greatest treasure yet. 

@bunny-lou (Vampire!AU) One is a vampire hunter out to kill the other?

@okuma-holmes did fanart of this (x)

(Demon!Carl AU) (full prompt here) Negan realizing there’s something not quite right with Carl, but not being able to put his finger on it, until he asks “The hell is wrong with you, kid?”, and Carl smiles, his one eye going pitch black, and he whispers, “Oh, so many things.”.   

- @imaginecegan is currently filling this (x)

(Werewolf!Negan AU) That’s basically it, Negan’s a werewolf. This started as a Little Red Ridding Hood inspired thing, so that could also be a cool approach.

- I am currently filling this (x)

(Western AU) The only reason why Negan is sipping bad whiskey in this dirty corner of this dirty tavern is to get familiar with the town, so when he robs the bank, he’s in and out fast. He’ll admit that he didn’t plan for the Sheriff’s son to take a seat beside him and be all like “Hey, I know what you’re up to, you should go, before you find out how dangerous we all are”.

[cordeliawhohung]

simon wants you to ride him. you're a little self conscious. he has the perfect solution.

mafia!141

When Simon admitted to you how badly he wanted you to ride him, so many thoughts flooded your mind you were left torn. You wanted to do it, wanted to please him, yet some malevolent pit of anxiety ate away at the back of your mind. You weren't very experienced when it came to things like that, and the idea of Simon staring up at you as you clumsily attempted to fuck him nearly made you cringe. It made you feel stupid. Of course you knew he would never think anything insidious about you, yet your mind had a tendency to play tricks on you, no matter how wrong it was.

Simon's solution? Blindfold him.

It was a makeshift one; a balaclava that he flipped the bottom half up to cover his eyes, yet it was enough to get the job done. The only features of his face you were able to make out was the faint curve of his nose and the gentle parting of his lips as you straddled his hips. Simon was soft and careful as he helped guide himself into you, allowing you to lower yourself onto him with a soft sigh. There was something different about the angle he entered you at that had your thighs clenching around him so hard you swore they'd bruise.

"Easy," he prompted softly. Simon was always patient with you, always reminding you to take your time, but this time was a little different. His anticipation was obvious in the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed and the throbbing of his cock inside of you. Yet, his hands were soft and comforting against your waist as he rubbed his thumbs along your side as if to remind himself of your fragility. "Take it slow, yeah?"

So you did. Testing the waters, you rocked your hips forward in a circular motion, forcing his sensitive tip to grind against the rubbery barrier of your cervix. It felt strange to have him so deep, to split you so deliciously, and then to just stay there, filling you and keeping you full. Despite the blindfold, Simon was not helpless underneath you. His hips twitched upwards in reaction to the little stimulation you provided to him, prompting you to give him more.

Eventually you fell into a comfortable rhythm, and the crux of your ass slapped against the meat of his thighs each time your body crashed against his. His heart pounded away in his chest and you could feel the sensation ripple all the way through his body and to your hands which rested against his stomach to keep yourself steady. Thick corded muscles tensed in his tattooed arms as he began to assist you in bouncing on his length. He lifted you so high just to pull you back onto him it nearly knocked the breath out of you. Emptied just to be filled to the brim so suddenly, and over and over again.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn perfect," he groaned. Soon, your movement alone wasn't enough, and as he bounced you up and down like a doll, his hips began to thrust upwards to meet your body halfway, which sent a moan tumbling out of your mouth. "Doin' so well, treatin' me so good, fuckin' hell..."

At some point, you weren't even riding Simon any more. Between the way he held you by your hips, forcing you up and down on his cock, and thrusting up into you, he did all the work. You could feel all his want and desire pour into you like it usually did when you two fucked, but there was something missing. His eyes. Those beautiful eyes that always looked at you as if you held the world in the palm of your hands, that always devoured you in the kindest way possible.

You collapsed forward, breasts pressing against his chest as your lips collided with his where you ate up his groan. Sticky sweat clung to your body but you ignored it as your hands snaked up to his jaw and then to his cheeks underneath his makeshift blindfold. As you pulled out of the kiss, you carefully removed the mask from over Simon's eyes, revealing his dark, wanting gaze and his messy hair. He had a full view of you with your glistening skin and your dancing body. His eyes soaked up the way your body shook with every thrust, how your breasts bounced from the force, how your lips parted with your moans...

Simon came without warning. There was nothing he could do to hold back or even edge himself from the sight of you, and instead he pulled you down onto him one last time before you felt his warmth flood your cunt and legs twitch behind you. Panting, you allowed yourself to fall limp as you pressed your face into the side of his warm neck, and he returned the gesture in kind as he embraced you, keeping you close to him.

"Sorry," he said once he was able to catch his breath. "Didn't mean to... fuck, just seein' you like that, I couldn't... christ...."

Giggling, you kissed the soft tissue that rested in the crook of his neck before you nuzzled even closer to him, basking in the damp warmth of his body. A strange part of you buzzed at his words, at realizing that you had such an intimate hold over him. Where you had been anxious about the idea of him seeing you like that, so clumsy, he had come completely undone just at the sight of you. So you silenced his apologies with your mouth on his before you leaned back to get a look at his flushed face and messy hair.

"Don't apologize," you said sheepishly. "I'll take it as a compliment."

Smirking, Simon's hands gently came to rest on your hips. "Good."

Suddenly, your world spun as Simon twisted to the side, switching your positions so that you laid on your back underneath him. You squeaked at the whirling movement, something he didn't acknowledge as he began to press kisses against your neck with a hungry groan.

"What are you-?" you attempted to ask, but your question was cut off as Simon pressed his hand against your aching clit.

"What?" he asked, smirk evident in his tone. "You didn't think we were done just because I finished, did you?"

[cordeliawhohung]

Whoa whoa whoa, why did you have to make mafiaunderboss!Simon sound so hot 😩😩??

Can we see what it looks like when Price’s wifey brings a friend around, and she’s nothing but heart eyes for him and vice versa? I honestly just love this au

mafiaunderboss!Simon has my whole fucking heart i have so many ideas for him it's not even funny. and you know what's even better than price's wife bringing a friend around??? being that friend she brings around..... (we truly are out here living our best y/n lives)

also, i've created a mafia!141 masterlist here <3 because i don't think i'm getting out of this phase anytime soon.

warnings: mafia!underboss!Simon x shy-ish!fem!reader, reader doesn't know simon's in a mafia lmao, sorta sexual tension, short-ish drabble

When your friend invited you over to a family dinner, you weren't sure if you should go or not. Family events always seemed more like a private and cut off thing, not something a friend should attend, and you were terrified about intruding. But when she insisted that her husband wouldn't mind, and how she would love it if you were able to meet the others, you begrudgingly accepted.

You arrived right on time wearing a cute little outfit that you hoped would keep you cool enough so that you weren't sweating all throughout dinner. Once you were led into the dining room of your friends home, you very quickly realized that this was not the type of family dinner you had expected. At first, you had thought of extended family, some brothers and sisters, maybe nieces and nephews. Instead, you saw your friend's husband, John, at the head of the table, along with three other men, none of whom looked related.

After a few quick introductions, you took your seat in between your friend and a kind, boisterous man with a mohawk who the others called Soap. Once dinner was served, conversation erupted throughout the table, and while you found yourself actively listening, you didn't add a whole lot to the conversation. Instead, you were perfectly content glancing around the table, watching the men around you curse and joke with one another.

However, there was one man who caught your eyes more than anyone else. The others called him Riley, and he was almost too large to fit comfortably in the small, wooden dining chair. You swore you heard his knees knock against the table a few times. The simple black t-shirt he wore perfectly displayed the sleeve of tattoos on his arm, and you found yourself enchanted by the way the sinewy muscles of his forearm flexed as he raised his glass to his lips. It seemed impossible to tear your eyes away from him, until you realized his dark and alluring eyes had caught you. You quickly averted your gaze just in time to miss the smirk that pulled at his lips.

Dessert was served in what you assumed was the entertainment room. There was a dartboard shoved up against the wall and a billiards table towards the side of the room, both of which looked very loved with years worth of holes and scratches. While you and your friend indulged in the mouthwatering tiramisu she had made, the boys started up a game of pool, where they played long enough for John to get either too bored or too fed up with the others. They tried to get your friend to play so that they could continue playing doubles, but she quickly declined.

"What about you?" Kyle spoke up.

It took you a moment to realize that he was speaking to you. All three men had their eyes on you, including Riley. Swallowing, you shook your head as you set your dishware on the side table next to you.

"Oh, I don't really know how to play," you excused.

"That's alright," Soap said as he tapped his pool cue on the floor. "Riley's a good teacher."

Before you knew it you were standing next to the table alongside the others, your own cue in hand. It didn't take long to realize just how better at the game they were than you as they made shot after shot, and when your turn rolled around, you swallowed hard, not exactly excited to make a fool of yourself.

Still, you conjured as much confidence as you could as you leaned over the table, trying to line the stick up with the cue ball. Yet no matter how hard you tried to steady your hands, you couldn't quite get stable enough to make a good shot.

"Here," Riley spoke up as he leaned his stick against the table.

The warmth of him engulfed you as you found your back pressed against his chest. It took everything in you not to boil alive under his touch as he moved your guiding hand into position in order to strike efficiently. His hand engulfed yours as he helped you hold onto the stick, and you attempted to ignore the way his breath fanned across your ear as he spoke.

"Steady, yeah? Strike right here in the center, angle a bit to the left," he guided.

Eventually his hands slid off of yours so you could make the shot, but your brain was too overwhelmed to fully focus. Yet you tried anyway, striking the ball just like he told you and barely pocketing one of the stripes. A quick round of whoops escaped the boys as they congratulated you on your shot, despite the fact you were on the other team. Riley went for a more tame reaction, and he rested his hand on your shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.

"Nice shot."

Heat rose in your face at his touch, and you tried to swallow the warmth back into your stomach as you tapped your cue against the tip of your shoe. "All thanks to you, Riley."

For a moment, he was silent as he leaned over the table for his turn where thick fingers guided his cue along the table. Pudgy skin and muscles forced his shirt to tighten along his shoulders, and you stood there speechless as he hit his shot. He easily pocketed yet another ball before he straightened back up and turned his attention to you. His dark eyes, the ones that had been sneaking glances at you all night long, gave you a quick once over before he tilted his head slightly.

"It's just Simon to you, sweetheart."

i am fucking feral for this man. also, unrelated but mafia simon has a dick piercing <3

[cordeliawhohung]

what kind of drunk is shy!reader? and how does mafia!simon handle her at that state?

oooh! very interesting question!

first off, i think it would be very difficult to get her to drink. not that she's opposed to drinking or wanting to stay sober or anything, i just think she really doesn't want to drink in social settings. like she would not be getting drunk at Price's club or anything like that. she'd want to make sure she's really in control of herself and aware of her surroundings. so when she does drink, she's only really drinking around close friends and people she knows!

which usually means that she only really gets drunk around Simon. because of course he's the person she feels most comfortable being around. he'll make her the tasty fruity drinks while he's sipping on his whiskey and she talks a lot. way more than she does when she's sober. it's like all her worries and filters just vanish, and she'll just talk about whatever's on her mind.

"i like your tattoos."

"yeah?"

"yeah. you should let me color them. please? i think that'd look neat. do you like purple? i feel like purple would look really good here."

"whatever you like, sweetheart."

she also gets really touchy. not like in a weird way but she's just always leaning against him, trying to cuddle, play with his hair, trace the lines on his palm, that sort of thing. we've seen in other one shots that she's a little anxious with PDA but really, she's a little touch starved.

fuck it i'm writing a blurb under the cut.

there was nowhere else you'd rather be than in the warm cage of your boyfriend's arms. curled in his lap, you sat with your head nestled into the side of his neck where you could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the steady beating of his heart. whatever show or movie you had been watching faded away into background noise as the fuzzy drunkenness of your brain cloaked your body and all its senses.

"hold me," you whispered, speech slurred.

"i am holdin' you," Simon retorted.

"more."

he chuckled as he squeezed his arms tight, firmly pulling you into him as if trying to consume you through osmosis. and though it was constricting, it felt nice, like laying under a heavy blanket in winter.

"i love you," you admitted as you curled into him. "you're so warm. i wanna bite you. we should cuddle more often." you paused to place a few kisses against the soft side of his neck. "you smell good. would you be mad if i bit you?"

the poor man was at an utter loss for words, and for a moment he could only shake his head and laugh. "you're gettin' feisty."

"you hate me."

there was something cute about how carefree you got when you were drunk that just had Simon wrapped around your finger. without the anxiety and worry holding you down, you had become something of a chatterbox. one that he could listen to all day. but it was getting late, and he needed to cut you off eventually.

"i'm gonna take you to bed, yeah?" he prompted as he slowly began to position his arms to pick you up.

"are we having sex?" you asked.

taken aback, Simon shook his head. "not right now."

"why not?" you questioned, confused.

"you're drunk."

"oh." a pause. "we're still cuddling."

"'course."

I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

[cordeliawhohung]

i’m going feral for shy!reader x mafia!underboss simon like i need him flirting with her at johns club and her blushing hard at him lighting touching her cheek but also she doesn’t really know how to flirt and is getting all flustered but he enjoys watching her get flustered while there’s a crowd of people around them

oh i've had an idea about this brewing in my mind for a bit and i'm so glad that i can use you a catalyst to make it everyone else's problem <3 think of this as a part 2 to this drabble here

mafia!141 masterlist

warnings: fem!reader, fluff and flirting, some tension, mentions of alcohol/club settings, reader is too shy for her own good lmao, short-ish drabble/oneshot

The very appearance of the building in front of you spoke volumes, warning you to turn around and run away while you still could. Dark, thumping music sounded more like an alarm than it did something to dance to, and the stench of alcohol was strong even from outside. To make things worse, you were very much out of your depth not only in location, but in the clothes you wore. Some short, scantily dress your friend insisted you borrow from her because a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt simply wouldn't do in a place as high profile as her husband's club. You tried to feel confident, or at least appear so. Tried to straighten your back and relax your face as if you were above everything in that building, but you were never very good at pretending.

However, nothing was worse than the fact Simon fucking Riley stood outside the door to greet the two of you. At first, you almost didn't recognize him with the face mask on and the long sleeves covering his tattoos, but you'd recognize those eyes of his anywhere. So dark in the dim lighting that attempted to illuminate the area outside of the club, you knew you would get lost in them if you stared at them too long.

"Evening, ladies," he greeted. His voice was all too familiar, and you tried not to think about how you still felt his breath on your ear when he taught you how to shoot pool.

"Riley," your friend whined, "don't tell me John sent you."

He crossed his arms over his chest, and you found yourself having to look away from how his biceps bulged with the movement. "Boss's orders."

"So much for girls night," she muttered.

"Don't worry 'bout it," he assured while his eyes flickered to you. "You won't even know I'm here."

And he was right. Mostly, anyway. Once he led the two of you into the building, up past the lower level and up into the elevated and sparsely dense VIP section of the bar, Simon had pretty much blended in with the shadows. You and your friend were unbothered while you enjoyed your free drinks (thanks to either John or Simon, you didn't know for sure) all while you tried to ignore the fact you were in your a place that utterly terrified you.

Of course, all good things had to come to an end. Eventually John emerged from somewhere in the mass of bodies that surrounded you, and your friend, who was more than a little tipsy by that point, hung off of his arm within an instant. And it was kind of cute, watching the way John rested his hands on her hips while she tried to make him dance with her. Yet, at the same time, you got secondhand embarrassment from it, so you averted your gaze as you looked down at the dance floor on the lower level. There were so many people packed together, jumping and dancing to the music, that it looked like a pulsing mass of flesh. The sight of it mixed with the alcohol in your stomach and you started to feel queasy.

"Wanna get some fresh air?"

You hadn't even realized Simon had walked up to you until he was right next to you, arms resting on the railing that separated you from becoming a messy stain on the lower level.

"Huh?" you asked, not because you hadn't heard him, but because you were somewhat perplexed by his offer.

Though his mouth was covered by that black medical mask, you could still see his smirk crinkle the corner of his eyes. Before he explained any further, his hand gently reached up where he grazed his thumb along the flesh of your cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you found yourself utterly frozen by the gesture. You tried not to think about how warm his hand was on your skin, or how your stomach fluttered at his touch just like it had the last time his skin had grazed yours. As you tried to hold back a shiver, you silently prayed no one was looking at the two of you.

"Thought we could give the lovebirds over here some alone time," he finally continued as he pulled his hand away from your face. He flicked his middle finger along the flesh of his thumb, as if he had taken something on your face and was getting rid of it, but since he didn't even bother to look at his hand before doing so, you couldn't help but wonder if there had even been something on your face to begin with.

God, it was fucking hot in that building, and the cool night air was a welcomed feeling on your exposed skin. Towards the back of the VIP section was the entrance to the terrace, where plenty of people still mingled about, but it was significantly more quiet than inside. Simon led you underneath the hanging lights over to a dark corner where the railing looked too sketchy to be safe or up to code.

"You smoke?" Simon asked as he dug his hand into the pocket of his jeans.

You watched him carefully as he took out a pack of smokes and started beating the bottom of the carton against the palm of his hand. His fingers wrapped around the object with ease, and you swallowed hard as you shook your head.

"Good," he hummed as he removed his mask and lazily shoved it into his pocket, "don't start."

You didn't mean to stare, and you really hoped he didn't notice, but it was impossible for you to tear your eyes away from him. How could anyone expect you to when the cigarette sat so perfectly between his lips while he lit it? It only got worse when he held it limply between his fingers and exhaled the smoke out into the night air.

"You look good," he commented as he nodded his head at you.

"Oh, uhm," you muttered in surprise. You stared down at yourself and the obnoxiously sequined dress your friend insisted you wore and self consciously pulled at the skirt. "Thanks. I'm, uh, just borrowing the dress."

He hummed as he placed the cigarette between his lips again. "You'd still look good despite it."

This was strange. Something you weren't used to. Being complimented. Having someone look at you in a way that made your stomach churn, and it only got worse the longer you stood there speechless. And you tried to come up with a response, but the wider his smirk became, the harder it was for you to formulate a sentence.

And god, he wouldn't look away from you, like his eyes were stuck on you for the rest of eternity. Not even as he stepped closer to you. It felt like he was the sun, and the closer he got the warmer you felt until you were rendered breathless. He was so... close and just so... fuck. Fuck you wished he'd stop looking at you like that. Like he wanted to eat you alive, like he wanted to devour you, like-

"We should go back inside." The words left your mouth, no matter how hard you tried to hold them back. It was all too much at once, between the crowd of people, how flustered this man made you; all of it was too much.

"Right," Simon hummed. "Should make sure Mrs. Price isn't getting in too much trouble," he teased.

Yet, neither of you moved. Simon raised the cigarette to his mouth again and took a long drag of it. Instead of turning his head to the side to exhale, he leaned his head back and let the smoke drift up and out of his mouth. And you were stunned, eyes locked on him as he did so, too captivated by the skin of his throat and the curve of his Adam's apple to look away. Then his head rolled back down where his eyes found you once again and his lips pulled into that signature smirk he could never seem to wipe off when he was around you.

He gestured towards the door that led back inside of the club as he flicked the ash off of his cigarette. "After you, sweetheart."

writing this gave me the worst thoughts ever. what if shy!reader is a virgin? someone needs to sedate me at this point. hope y'all enjoyed more of our boy :3

[cordeliawhohung]

i had a rude and terrifying patient at work today and now i'm just thinking about how mafia!Simon wouldn't stand for anyone being blatantly rude to anyone who didn't deserve it, especially service workers and ugh ):

like imagine he takes shy!reader out for a date. he's taken you to some cute american 50's themed diner, which is a nice change of pace of what you're used to seeing in the restaurant you work at. the decor is cute, and the waitstaff are all dressed like greasers or in swing dresses and the two of you are having fun while enjoying terribly greasy and delicious food.

then you've got some asshole completely ruining the mood. he's been loud and angry the entire night, bickering with the waitstaff about prices, complaining when his food comes out because it wasn't done right, things of that sort. you and Simon eye the guy warily, Simon with more anger and distrust than you, but otherwise keep quiet hoping that the man and his cowering family will hurry up and leave eventually.

things get worse when the ticket comes. he's looking it over, and he's making up all sorts of wrongs that they changed him for. saying how the burgers were supposed to be this price, that they didn't order this sort of drink, they were overcharged for this, do you even know what you're doing? it gets to the point where the waitstaff has to call the manager up, and the poor thing can't be any older than 19. and this asshole uses that to his advantage, and despite it she stays strong and says she's not lowering the price of anything and that her waitstaff was right.

then he stands. towering over her, spit flying as he gets in her face, and Simon's had enough. you watch helplessly as he stomps from your table to theirs, putting a tattooed hand on the mans shoulder to pull him away from the poor manager.

"get outta here," he warns, voice annoyed but still dangerous.

"i'm not paying until they fix their mistakes!"

"i'm not askin' you to pay, i'm tellin' you to gather your shit and fuck off."

eventually, by some miracle, the man leaves. he doesn't pay a single dime and though the manager tells him through tears that it's alright, that she can just comp it, he pays for their ticket anyway. when the two of you finish your food, and make sure to say an extra kind farewell to the staff, the waitstaff cleans your table to find a tip that was more than double what you payed for in food.

anyway be kind to people or simon riley will make you pay for it <3

[cordeliawhohung]

Dude shy! Reader and Mafia! Underboss! Simon is giving me major brain rot right now.

I saw you slip in at the end of one of your drabbles about possibly making reader a virgin and I wholeheartedly agree with you.

I can just see his brain absolutely short circuiting so fast when he finds that out. He’d be soooo prideful and comforting to reader if/when she finally lets him take her virginity.

I truly believe that this man has the best aftercare as well. You would have a whole ass spa day after he’s done fucking you.

i love seeing everyone's opinions on this so much ;alksdjf

i'm thinking shy!reader being a virgin fits super well because in my mind she def has the urge to want to be with someone ya know? but she's just too goddamn awkward and overthinking it and maybe a little self conscious that she just never really has the opportunity to?? and i agree with you 100% about simon fucking short circuiting lmao. like just imagine he's trying to initiate something and it gets a little heated and he feels you start to tense up and asks if everything is okay and you have to pitifully admit that you've never really done anything past kissing ):

i think he fixates on it more than he should, too. like he would never tease you or anything but it's certainly on his mind for WEEKS and he's trying to concoct the perfect scenario of what would be best for you and how to make things perfect because you're his girl and you only get the best but maybe it also fuels his ego a little bit cuz he's still kind of a prick lmao

also, for your first time he doesn't let you do ANYTHING. you've seen the vids, and you have it in your head that you're supposed to be performing the whole time but no! he basically forces you to be a pillow princess. might not even initiate p in v sex the first time you get intimate either, he's just totally content fucking his fingers into you and watching the pleasure contort on your face while you're moaning for him ):

and of course the aftercare is god tier!!! he knows he's a big guy and he can get a little rough and into it and so he's making sure you're hydrated, telling you to use the bathroom so you don't get a uti, and just fucking dotes on you the rest of the day/night. like he will rarely let you leave his sight or his arms because honestly you've got him wrapped around your finger <3

god like imagine aftercare in the shower with him??? just washing you up? the tattoos??? you guys need to fucking sedate me actually

[cordeliawhohung]

for mafia!simon’s back tattoos.. i think he would if not his entire back tattooed, a big piece of it for sure.

something with skulls (obvi) ((https://pin.it/nDIbKzA))

or maybe something like this ((https://pin.it/5RvsbCD))

i’m also obsessed with the idea of black abstract like ((https://pin.it/6FiU5p3))

Mafia!Simon has me in a chokehold rn. and now thinking of him tatted?? yum. Thank you for continuing to feed my current obsession.

oh my god??? i love the second one? imagine how slutty that would make his waist look lmao like just lining down his spine?? MMM and while i don't know if simon would go for an abstract piece that third one his dope as fuck, like I would get something like that??? but god even if he did get it and it's like lining up with the muscles on his back??? freaking out. i'm feral. <3 and thank you so much for sharing!! these are all so fucking cool, i'll put the images under the cut (: i think at this point the fact that he has a back tattoo is canon in this au but as to what it is i'm gonna let y'all make that up because i can't fucking decide ;-;

OH also while we're talking about his back tattoos this little scenario popped into my mind, but imagine asking him the meaning of his tattoos? like why he got it? and when he's talking about the back piece he's like:

"i got this one to cover up the scratch marks you'll be leaving on me later."

[cordeliawhohung]

omg hi I just wanna say I absolutely adore your writings!! the mafia AU has got me in a complete chokehold and I’m so excited to read more!! (just remember to take breaks when you need!! your health is important!!)

on a different note! I was looking online at some tattoos, finding some references for a friend when I stumbled across these and my first thought was mafia!simon!!

anyways!!! thank you for your time luv and I wish you an amazing day and remember to always care for yourself!!

thank you so much! i'm glad that everyone is having as much fun with the mafia au as i am aslkjdf

and AHHH these are perfect?? the second and fourth ones go hard as fuck, i could totally see simon having those. just something dark and broody to fill up the space on his other arm ugh i'm drooling thinking about it.

imagine him letting shy!reader color in the tattoo with like those washable crayola markers whenever she's having a bad anxiety day ): to just give her something to focus on and keep her close by without her needing to talk or anything if she doesn't feel like it i'm just UGH. i'm sorry. i'm a slut for that trope. big scary guy and soft shy gf. i subscribe to it every time. jail me.

thanks for sharing with the class! i love these so much, and i'm giving you all the forehead kisses <3