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unseenvenomunicorn · 6 hours ago

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Simon (John Q.) SFW AND NSFW Headcanons

a/n: i knew yall would like that so here are so hcs that i had that i can now share with the world

warnings: controversial, mentions of pussy eating, me speaking my truth

SFW:

okay, first off, this man claims to HATE modern music but… he has a soft spot for Fiona Apple

listen, this man is madddd and if he were a woman he would be a mean butch lesbian

he always drives you everywhere

even when you’re like “babe i can drive its fine” he’s like “no, i’ll drive”

he tells people his favorite movie is something film bro-y like fight club, but his favorite movie is something like little shop of horrors or when harry met sally

sorry im projecting

honestly, he is bad about talking about his emotions like homie doesn't have the words for it so he just gets angry

BUT he learns a lot from you about that

actually, you learn a lot from him too

he talks so highly of you, even before dating

like always talks about how he can hardly have a good and controlled day without you

if you two are a long distance away, he'll always call you and talk about your day

but even then, you two will stay on the phone for hours, just talking about whatever and how much you miss each other

always tries to be a sweet boyfriend and make you breakfast

expect he will burn it and the kitchen will be on fire

i will say this: simon is a sensitive boy, esp with people's emotions like if you're sad and crying about something you called 'stupid' he'll still hold you and tell you how not stupid it is

he HATES when you're upset, esp if he can't do anything to help you

he'll just sadly watch you til you feel better

and when you do, he'll get you your favorite blanket and stuffed animals and kiss you like the good bf. HE. IS.

sorry, my daddy issues are on full display *sobs*

definitely doesn't like it when you call him babygirl or pookie

even as a joke

the man doesn't get that

my man has an old soul IM SO FR

like he doesn’t really like modern TV or music

movies… that a different story

HE FUCKING LOVES MOVIES.

especially if it is like a movie musical or high fantasy (like lotr or hobbit)

maybe a comedy but like a comedy from like the '60s that is probably super offensive now

nfsw under the cut

NSFW:

first off, do i agree with the top allegations for simon? kinda.

listen listen, i only say kinda because of the fact that this man has angry ISSUES

like if you are being a brat, this man doesn’t hold back definitely into spanking for this reason

OKAY I HAVE A THING… when you two do it together, he is very… parental (if that makes sense)

like yes he is daddy we know but like he is the type to whisper “this is for your own good” as he spanks you

two words: BODY. WORSHIP.

this man will kiss and touch your body like it's your last day on earth

AUGH AND AND the look he gives you when he’s inside you FUCKKKKKKK

the look is filled with so much love and gratitude for you okay like this needs to be stated at all but like 8 inches

the type of 8 inches that hits against your cervix in the right way

AND ANOTHER THING when you two first get together, his libido is very low

which also means he is very easy to take care of

soooooo if you wanted to just do a blowjob, you hypothetically could

but then, like three or four months into dating, HORN DOG.

you're surpised when he isn't pressing against your while cuddling

but if anything, you’ll be the one getting head, not him

THIS MAN IS PUSSY WHIPPED.

like he will grab your thighs and pull you closer while eating you out he lovesssss hearing your moans when you're under him UGH

dude but like on the rare time like he will bottom, its lowkey kinda…

JOHN Q IS A SWITCH AND I WILL CONTINUE TO SPEAK MY TRUTH

this mfer groans like no tomorrow when he does bottom

soft,,,, begg…ing

like “you’re so good.” and then under his breath its “please keep going.”

also that boy has a praise kink with hints of degradation

am i saying that because i wrote a whole fic about it? yes. fuck yes.

im chewing at the bars of my enclosure

he gets so blushy when you look at him with your fuck-me eyes

COMMUNICATE WITH THAT BOY.

tell him what you want

tell him where you want it

tell him about your fantasies of him

he loves hearing your voice, especially when you talk in a soft and seductive voice

listen, the only reason i kinda don’t agree with the top allegations is because i believe JOHN Q IS A SERVICE TOP.

i've made my point very clear about that throughout this section

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unseenvenomunicorn · 1 day ago

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She's My Collar - Chapter 1

Sub!Colin Gray x Goth!Reader

A girl who isn't afraid to take the reins is just what a guy like him needs ~

What a bitch.

Well, that seemed to get the general consensus towards you from most of the people at Devil's Kettle. It's not like you intended to be any form of rude or abrasive, but you were a woman who knew what you wanted, and you weren't afraid to take charge when the situation called for it. In group projects, you were always quick to assume a leadership role, but the results were always perfect. The way you saw it, if getting things done meant being seen as a bitch, then so be it. You weren't a straight-A student, no, but you did have a healthy blend of A's and B's with the occasional C here and there. You were only human, after all.

That's besides the point. The important part is that you were no stranger to being a little bossy to get what you felt you deserved. Some saw you as a competitive firecracker, others as a stuck-up cunt. None of it mattered to you, though. You weren't trying to run the world or anything, you just liked to have control over things when you could. Perhaps it wasn't the healthiest lifestyle for a high-school girl, but it had gotten you this far, so you didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

The one thing you couldn't manage to keep in check was how your chest felt tight whenever he was nearby. He was such a tease, walking around with that messy hair and all that silver hanging off him. You wanted to see how he'd look with silver chains holding him down while you sat on his face, hearing his pathetic little whines as he squirms underneath you. Shit, right, back to math.

In the midst of a quiz, your mind had wandered to that HotTopic hunk of meat you so carnally craved. Colin was sitting a few chairs away from you, and you could see him scribbling away at the page, completing the quiz you had already finished ten minutes ago. You were double-checking your answers when you got distracted by him. Shaking all those depraved thoughts out of your head, you decided your quiz was as good as it was going to be, walking up to the front and handing it to the teacher.

Back at your desk, you found yourself eyeing Colin again. He fidgeted with his pencil, rocking it back and forth between his fingers, and- fuck, what you wouldn't give to feel his fingers do that to you- uh… okay, stay focused. Maybe you could do some work for another class to keep yourself busy. Considering it was either that or risk leaving a snail trail when you stood up, the former seemed much more appealing.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him get up to hand his paper to the teacher. Watching intently over the screen of your laptop, you caught his eye as he glanced at you on his way back to his desk. Your face got hot as your attention returned to the screen, the essay you'd been working on staring back at you.

He probably didn't even notice, you thought, trying to reason with yourself, except he most definitely did. Colin was at his desk thinking about why you would have been looking at him the way you were. It was as if he were under close inspection. The gleam in your eye gave him chills along his back and arms. Did you want something from him? Had he done something to offend you?

Unbeknownst to you, Colin was spiraling while you typed away about the book you'd been reading for English. See, with the whole reputation for being a bitch, coupled with the fact that you were aggressively goth, made you wickedly cool to someone like Colin. He had insane respect for you and admired your self-expression, being into alternative media himself, so he tried to avoid raising any trouble between the two of you. It was like an unspoken understanding among you that you were both ravens stuck in a school full of parrots that just mimicked each other nonstop.

Colin thought you were hot, to put it plainly.

The rest of class was pretty much the same from that point onward. People got up and turned in their quizzes, some seeming more confident than others, and did whatever until the bell rang for the end of the day.

You hated Tuesdays. There was nothing particularly wrong about them, but they were so far from the weekend that it still felt like an eternity until Friday night, but just removed from Sunday that all excitement had worn off. It was like the drug-crash of the week, and you were just waiting to get it over with. Graduation would come soon enough, only a handful of months away now. You couldn't wait.

As you made your way down the hall, leaving the building with everyone else, Colin scurried up next to you, his arm crossed over his stomach with his hand hovering over his chin in that pensive way he often had it.

“Uh, hey,” He greeted, his voice a bit on the softer side. You picked up a faint nervousness, though that was a common occurrence for people speaking to you.

“Hey,” You gave a brief once-over of his face out of the corner of your eye.

“So, you're not uh… upset with me, are you?” Colin asked, he held his breath a smidge after getting the question out, hoping he'd hear an answer that didn't mean any imminent danger to him. You chuckled, a bit thrown off by the idea given the fact that you hadn't made any implication that you were, as far as you knew.

“It'd be the first I'm hearing of it,” You quipped, raising an eyebrow at him as he turned to walk backwards, facing you as he let out a sigh of relief.

“Ok, cool, awesome,” He had a relieved smile on his face, but now you were curious.

“Did you think I was?” You pressed, just wanting to hear whatever theory he had for jumping to that conclusion. He blushed a little, his eyes darting to the floor as he scratched his neck.

“Uh… n-no, not really,” He lied.

“Colin?” You persisted, drawing out his name.

“During last period,” Colin caved, not being able to resist a woman with a full black and white beat on her face, “You were staring at me when I turned my quiz in. I thought I had done something to make you mad.” He played with his necklaces, feeling a little foolish now that he said it out loud.

That answer just made you laugh again, “What? No! I was staring because you're cute, not because I've got a bone to pick.” Now it was Colin's turn to be caught off guard.

“I guess- wait- what?” He was bright pink, stopping in his tracks at the news that had just befallen his ears. You kept walking, making it out the door and almost to the parking lot. Colin quickly followed, joining your side as he had before.

“You think I'm cute?” Colin asked, making sure he heard you correctly, a bit flabbergasted that you could think such a thing of him, but otherwise unable to wipe the dumb smile off of his face.

“Yeah, you got this ‘lost puppy’ quality to you. It works in your favor.” You certified he did, in fact, hear you correctly the first time. That only made him smile more, anxiously twiddling his fingers together.

“Thanks,” He stuttered.

Finally, you had reached your car. Standing outside the driver's door, you gave a final comment before entering your beat-up Camry your mom gave you.

“Of course. I know a good boy when I see one.” A wink to seal it, he was enamored. As mentioned, he already thought you were very attractive, but now he was fighting a boner in the middle of the school parking lot. All you could do was giggle at yourself, knowing he'd probably be thinking about that all night.

Driving away, you saw him heading to his car in your rear view mirror, his gait just slightly thrown off. If you'd known he'd be so easy to fluster, you'd have said something a long time ago.

•♤♡◇♧•

A week goes by and you and Colin have been talking way more than usual. He started to approach you after school, during lunch, even the passing periods between classes. There was no doubt the boy was smitten. He even invited you to a movie that was showing the coming Friday, which you happily accepted. It was one of those campy slasher flicks where the girl with big boobs gets cut in half, a classic. Not being the dullest blade in the knife block, you asked if it was meant to be a date. Colin gave you the softest “yeah” you think you've ever heard, a nervous smile spreading on his face.

“Pick me up at 7:00,” With a kiss on his cheek, the date was set.

There you were, all done up in your best “going out attire,” making sure your hair had the right look you were going for as you did your final touches. Feeling satisfied with your work, you checked your phone to see it was only five minutes to 7:00. Strapping on your boots, you sat in the living room waiting to hear him knocking at the door. Your parents double-checked with you to make sure you wouldn't be out too late, you promised them no later than midnight, and that you had money for your ticket and snacks. After insisting everything was good and ready, they finally let off, telling you to have fun and use protection. How funny they were.

Knock knock knock

He was here! Taking a quick breath, you approached the door, pulling it open to reveal yourself to him. You were the vision of classic goth fashion, down to the deep-red lipstick. Colin had on some nice duds, himself, but not stripped of his personality. Nice.

“Wow…” Was all he could manage to say, staring at you with his mouth agape. You giggled, knowing full-well you spent three hours getting ready.

“I know,” You purred, walking past him and sliding a hand across his chest in a beckoning manner as you glided to his car. Colin, the gentleman he was, opened the door for you. Cute.

The drive was actually really nice. He let you have aux so you got to share with him your go-to playlist and he knew most of the songs from prior listening. Despite your surprise, he insisted it wasn't that unreasonable. He claimed he liked to “dabble” in various genres.

You playfully bickered back and forth about your individual tastes, laughing and gasping at each new development in the conversation. Eventually, you arrived at the movie theater. What Colin failed to mention, or perhaps hid for special effect, was that he was taking you to a drive-in. That explains why you didn't take the normal route to the local cinema. He paid for both of your tickets, ignoring your protests, but you refused to let him pay for the snacks as well.

One giant bucket of popcorn later, you were sitting in his car, watching the 80's gore projected onto the huge tarp, sharing various critiques of the cinematography and practical effects. Your heart was beating out of your chest the whole time. This was perhaps the most shocking part of the evening.

You went into this knowing you thought he was a delicious piece of man, but you figured it ended there. A lustful fantasy you craved but nothing more. Except now, as he laced his fingers with yours, it dawned on you that you felt a lot more strongly than you bargained for.

“I'm really happy I got to spend tonight with you,” Colin whispered, leaning in as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. You felt your face heat up, but the grin you beamed was far from anxious.

“Me too,” You leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. Colin's grip on your hand tightened just for a moment, his eyes fluttering shut as he reciprocated the kiss. When you pulled away, there were stars in the way he looked at you, holding your gaze as if he was lost in the woods, yet didn't want to get out. An idea popped into your head.

“What do you say we… get out of here?” You snaked a nail up his bare forearm, his sleeves having been rolled up, and felt the goosebumps form underneath your touch. He shivered, a weak smile melting onto his lip.

“I-... I'd like that, yeah,” Colin figured he had absolutely no problem letting this evening go wherever it was going. On one hand, he could get laid, but on the other, sweet one-on-one time with one of the sexiest, smartest, funniest women he knew. Decisions, decisions.

“Come on, I know a spot,” You told him, buckling your seatbelt, plotting a little something something that you were sure was going to blow his mind. With careful directions, you took him to a nearby park that you had to sneak into because it closed at 8:00.

Colin had to blindly trust that you weren't about to murder him in the woods, though he did come to the conclusion that that would be a hell of a way to die. If he asked for any clues about where you were taking him, you just shushed him and told him he'd see. When you got where you wanted to go, he was speechless.

Before you was a view of the lake with the stars’ reflections glittering along the surface as the foliage and flora surrounded the water, coming almost right up to the shore. Foxtails could be seen swaying, the serenade of the crickets and frogs filling the nighttime air. The moon lit up the scene with her radiant white glow, allowing you both to see the sight in front of you. You found out about this place from a friend who used to bring you here when the moon was full or close to it. She said it was like a brief detachment from the rest of the world, nothing but the water, the breeze, and the critters littered about to fill your mind.

Smoothly, you slipped an arm around Colin's waist, pulling him closer to you as you two took it all in. His hand rested on your shoulder, his arm around you as well. Colin was so warm, it was enthralling.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” You offered, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Absolutely,” Colin agreed, rubbing your upper arm. There was an added level to the calm of the location that came with the plus one you had brought along. That friend who would bring you here stopped a while ago when you drifted apart the summer after sophomore year. Now, it seemed like new life was breathed into the place.

Wrapping your other arm around him, you held Colin against yourself, exploring the hues of his brown eyes in the moonlight. He couldn't look away. Your hand reached up, gently cupping his cheek, he leaned into the touch, a small breath escaping his lips, and kissed him again. Only this time, the kiss felt even better than in the car. He felt so right. Being here with him felt so right. His arms draped over your shoulders felt so right.

This kiss lasted longer, though, and you felt him deepen it, growing more passionate with each second that ticked by. Your hands guided his to your hips. There was a mutual hunger that had made itself known. Colin moaned softly into the kiss, your tongue requesting entry past his lips, which obliged quite easily. Your tongue rubbed against his with a vigor; a routine that had been improvised yet practiced for years.

You felt his chest through the fabric of his shirt, though that seemed to startle him as he jumped at your touch, his hands grabbing yours to hold them still as he maintained eye contact.

“H-Hey there!” He chirped, clearly a little nervous.

“Everything ok?” You asked, genuine concern in your voice. Lust could wait, but unease came first, no matter what.

“You're really pretty, and I might be shooting myself in the foot by saying this, but I don't want to… rush. It's nothing about you, I just didn't realize I'd feel so,” A pause, “Unready.” Colin admitted, visibly disappointed in himself. You felt no such shame, in fact, you were glad he told you. Interlocking your fingers with his, you reassured him.

“We don't have to, that's the best part. If you'd like, we could just… sit.” A tempting offer. Colin relaxed, letting out a breath he didn't mean to hold, and smiled with such pure adoration.

“I think I'd like that, at least, y'know, for now.”

With that decided, you went ahead and had yourselves a seat on the stone. The spot was possibly some form of cave, or maybe was at one point, but now it's more of a solid rock floor that had been worn smooth by centuries of rain. Your personal theory was that it used to be a waterfall from a river that used to connect this lake to the smaller one a mile or so away.

Sitting side by side, you watched the wildlife hum with its serenade of peace.

“I could so take a nap here.” Colin noted, a chuckle following his words. The spontaneous comment brought out your own giggle.

“Where did that come from?” You were fascinated to learn what his train of thought was.

“Well, it's just so nice and… I could see myself falling asleep to this,” He nudged your arm softly, “Especially with you around.” Fuck, that tugged at your heartstrings more than you were ready for.

“I see,” You paused to think, a slight idea coming to mind, “Well, would you like to have a lie down?” You patted your thigh, implying you were cool with him using it as a headrest.

“S-Sure,” You watched his face flush pink as he scrambled to get on his back, his head resting down on your comfortable thigh as you sat criss-cross.

A beat.

“This is nice,” Colin murmured, yawning just enough that you noticed as his gaze remained more or less locked on you, now. Absent-mindedly, your hand began to pet him, stroking the side of his face and chin. He closed his eyes and let the calm wash over him.

Colin was really taking a liking to you.

~ ° +. ⛤ .+ ° ~

Part 1 of 3

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