#star!simon

He’s seen some, deleted most if not all for his followers own protection on his end.

But there’s a video.

One he was just about delete till he accidentally clicked on.

Not a shit camera like his, as if the heavens had opened up, literally and metaphorically, the sun was shinging bright on your glistening wet pussy in 4k. Legs wide open so he can see past your folds to your wet labia minora, you pretty hole clenching and unclenching and drip, drip, dripping down to your asshole. You let out a little moan that makes Simon lean forward on his seat as he watches on the computer screen, eyes astonished, taking in your pretty thighs, the way the grey oversized shirt on you is ruffled up to your hips.

“Fuck- hck- this is crazy!” You’re breathless, leaning back into the pillows on your bed, chest rising and falling while your hardened nipples peak through. And then you bring your soaked hand down, your moan being held in as you bite your lip, holding your leg open with the back of your knee as you flick your own pulsing perl with the other hand.

“Shiiit Si, that’s so- oh my god!” Your voice goes up an octave, mewling, hips bucking in the air, your thumb so calculated as it circles around your budding clit, giving yourself small circles, then large ones, eyes squeeze shut. So delirious as you dream about your favorite pornstar drilling into you, giving your cubby cunt a smack, making you take his every inch of his thick girth till your crying, “More- more Si! Aangh!”

You wither, using the pads of your fingers now, rubbing your poor pussy faster, as if it’s not enough, begging to cum, incoherent whines about how you, “need you Si- I mmmh- need you so bad, uugh- need you!”

And Simon sees your sweet hole tighten, hard, gushing cream as you let out a scream of pleasure, legs shaking. And the video cuts black. The Brit doesn’t even realize he’s started drenching his underwear with the pre fuming from his mushroom tip.

He’s watched you again and again and again, till theres a crappy video of him in that chair in the basement, your video playing on his computer screen in the background, Simon milking himself raw. His cock rock hard but his hand is cum soaked white, twisting both his hands down red hot length, tightening them both, imagining feeling how hard you’d cum around his cock, milking him for filth. the shlick, shlick, shlick sound heard as he lets out a filthy groan.

“Fuck, you dirty girl, heh- you’re a bloody dirty thing, arentcha mama?” The vein of his neck is popping out, held tilted to the side, mouth forming a small ‘o’ whipping the small smirk off his scared and masked face, “Fuuuucks sake lovie!” Simon lets out a deep chuckle, voice cracking as he moans to the video.

And your eyes are wide as you watch his most recent upload after work. You were high as shit when you have the audacity to send that video. Didn’t even think he was the type to look at those kind of things from fans, especially when they weren’t asked for.

But you’re whimpering, wiggling on the bed from the heat starting to pool in your jeans.

Pornstar!Simon is getting off, to you.

His biggest fan.

a/n: I entered a flow state. They’re having a freak off.

What if the astrophages were truly a matter of survival? What if the thing they are trying to eat is you, because you are the source of food? @lairongy has a delightful Moon!Simon design that kind of spiraled into me making Star!Simon. I have not blinked in 4h. Show them some love and if you wanna read some nonsensical 1 am spitballing on this AU, mind the cut

cw: +18 mdni, cunnilíngǔs, booty eating.

This is so vulgar, just keep up! Run with me

A man who got addicted to the feeling the first time you sucked his soul out of his throbbing cock. And maybe Heaven just had to be between those plush thighs no? But this— this wasn’t just sitting that perfect glossy pussy on his mouth.

No this is what enlightenment was.

That exact moment he wrapped his arms arms around your waist all your waist down on him, leaving hungry stripe after stripe through your sensitive heat to your budding clit and sucking it, your back arching in ecstasy just enough that your his nose meets your perfect little hole back there and his can’t fucking breath. Is makes him harder, munching on that soaking little box of you’re as he drowns. The man is intoxicated by the whole ordeal, your scent, that tangy sweet taste of your cunt on his tongue.

The way your hole tightens when he dips his tongue inside you, swirling it around your gummy hole that has you trembling, keening so loudly. You try to escape him but Simon only drags you back, his words fucking slurring as he breathlessly drawls out, “Hold on swee’art, hmm- hold on.”

Only makes him easy at you fast, flattened tongue sliding their your messy arousal and to your ass hole. Flicking at it and groping your ass till he goes back down, repeating the action.

“Simoon!” You gasp out, letting him left you to get a better angle, your thighs over his broad shoulders and you can only hold onto his torso for deal life. He groans, that sloshing sound mixing with your moans as the man eats you faster. Hungrier, suffocated as he feels the curve of your ass cheeks on his face, a heavy hand coming down that makes your ass sting and pussy clench so prettily tight. Probably a done deal as her feels them jiggle against him. “Bloody hell, ‘s good baby, fuck me- ‘s so good,” he whines against you, hand sliding to your sensitive Pearl and rolls it between his fingers. “Been needing this puss m’whole life princess, shit.” He’s french kissing your cunt, sloppy and messy, spitting down on asshole before rimming you, rubbing your clit fast as he sloppy laps at both of your holes till your screaming his name and cumming all over his damp face.

Pornstar!Simons member ripples out cum as he sets you down on the bed, cock still blushing red and throbbing for you. His fingers dance on your sensitive pussys hairy folds, a finger sliding into your hole that’s still pulsing.

“F-fuck, wait Si-“

But his pretty brown eyes are glazed over, staring into your matching ones as he licks his pink lips that still have your syrupy cum on them. He gulps down, panting, longing watching the way your body jolts at he curls his thick digit inside you, “You think- you think you can squirt in my mouth dovie?”

smut | 18+ mdni.

pornstar!Ghost who takes videos on a shitty and grimy camera in his basement, in a mask of course, freshly bleached hair still wet from taking a shower, groaning and whining and he fucks his hand like a mutt in heat. He’s thumb rubs over his frenum ladder with every stroke, making his breath hitch, spurts of cum shooting out once he’s edged himself enough. Tightened his fist so he can feel like he’s in someone’s hole.

Pornstar!Ghost who reads the few comments he got on his first video, living the attention but also the praise, murmuring their usernames while he jerks off, different position this time. “Sheila, f-fuck.” “Mayday44- god, you’re good at this aren’t you?” To the side, camera showing his waist jeans that are zipped down, enough that you could imagine him fucking you from the back. And it’s hypnotic, the way he grinds and humps into the air as he rolls his hand to his mushroom tip of his cock and and down to his balls, hand soaked by the time he’s hips stutter—

A video that gets him 2000 followers off rip— 10k by the next day. including you.

Some person working at the grocery store that you hate. Barely  making enough money but you stubble upon the video, fascinated at how good Ghost makes himself feel. Makes your thighs squeeze tighter, heat spreading behind your cheeks. Third video Ghost is there beefy tattooed arms crossed and flexing unconsciously, manspreading while he answers a few questions. He won’t say his job but it requires a bit of strength, doesn’t really have a type, likes having two cups of tea. One during breakfast, the other after a long day. favorite porn?

Where the person really looks like they’re having a good time. Mewling with their head thrown back, creaming around the dick or dildo while their body shakes and glistens with sweat. Crying a “wait, wait, wait-“

“The wetter the better, yeah?” He adjusts in his seat, you can see his cock starting to chub out, lets out an airy breath, “Fuckin nasty shit. fuckin spraying the fuckin bed, lettin me spit on their shit. Rub it harder till their throbbin and limp. Got my own asshole wet with their cum ‘nd shit— bloody hell, babes, that would be good wouldn’t it?”

And your lost in his deep but rough voice, rubbing your own cunt to just him talking. Like some sick horny freak, wanting to be squeezed by his bicep, let him brush your curls out the way as he ruts into you.

And you can only pull your hand out your pants, post nut clarity hitting you, your fingers soaked in your slimy slick, the blurry image on your computer screen of Ghost’s cock, thick and pulsing in his hand, wagging it as it gets hard, sucking in a breath, you can hear the amusement on his lips, “Ready for more loves?”

“Was missin’ this.” Is all he says. Like he needs an explanation to be there. When it’s all just to see you, to hear your voice again even though it’s just small talk. And it’s the same small talk of ‘how are you?’ A chuckle from you, the way you shrug it off and earn a chuckle from him. And then the transaction is done and he’s going back to work, annoyed that he doesn’t know how to talk to you properly without it getting awkward. And you don’t exactly know how to talk to him because you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, you’re a fan, nothing wrong with just being a fan.

But it sure would be nice to be in his big, string tattooed arms while he has your face pressed down to the bed with his foot, his heavy hand coming down on your ass as he rails into you so good and hard that you’re drooling on the mattress, essence dripping out of your pussy like no tomorrow as he fills you to the brim with his thick cock. You could almost feel the veins rubbing through your walls right now—

“[+]! Long time no see!”

You blink yourself out of your fantasy, eyes finding your childhood friend standing in your checkout line. You fake a smile, pushing down and ignoring the wetness in your panties. Jamey, was just- just another guy from your town looking for a wife. Nothing more and nothing less, not actually interested in the women around here but enthralled in the pure concept of having someone on his arm.

Not as good looking as Simon, even without a mask, you were comparing how Simon would listen to you, the way he talked passionately about letting people do as they pleased and what they dreamt of, not being stuck in some rural town—

You barely even remember the conversation ending as Simon, so handsome today his his turtleneck, places his one item on the conveyor belt. 

Napkins.

You ask him how he is, polite and friendly as always, and he just stuffs his hands in his pockets, looking you up and down, ever so slowly, a beat, “When’s your lunch break?”

You glance at the clock on the screen, “in ten minutes,” you look at him, all doe eyed, as if waiting for a particular question— “Why?”

Simon’s jaw only tightens under his mask, hands sweaty as he rubs them on his military uniform. His voice drops, deeper, richer, “I’ll wait for you outside.”

How lucky were you, that you knew a backroad that barely anyone went on, that you were now getting fucked against pornstar!Simons car?

In fact, this is an interaction you have everyday. Nearly every five minutes in the evening of the grocery store. Generic pop and indie playing on the speakers, warm greetings and town gossip fill the empty space.

“How are you today?” You ask, scanning the items absentmindedly. Grocery store clerk. Grueling hours on your feet, some days just a hand full of customers. It pays the bills.

“Fine, you?” British accent. In this small town?

You shrug, “it goes, I’m tryin though….”

You scan a few more items, the customer speaks again, “Do I- the bags- you have to pay for them ‘ere?”

It’s familiar. Like you heard it a while ago. Maybe in a movie, a recording— “Nah, they’re free-“ you finally look up and notice those too familiar pretty coffee brown eyes. The small scar that you were always sure creeps up this man’s beefy build under the military uniform. You blink, clear your throat, “You’re new round here.”

You’re being nosy, just this once, just to confirm—

“For a month, trainin a few new recruits.”

Gruff and deep voice, that damn neck crack he does when he’s on stream. The fuckin mask, different this time, adjusted as if he was scratching his neck, a skull mask that covers his face. The smell of cigarettes entangled with the cologne he wore— that’s woodsy, warm spice smell, sweet— faint iris. Oh- oh my god.

Simon. The pornstar. in the flesh.

You put your head down, trying your best not to stare at how big and tall he is in person. That you know it’s him, you end the transaction after he inserted his card in the reader. You clear your throat. Handing him the few brown paper bags he carries in his muscular arms.

“Have a good one.”

His long and pretty lashes flutter, giving you a curt nod, “Mm.”

You’re both left flustered and embarrassed. Heart pumping faster than it should, your underwear growing damp, and Simon having to hide a popped out brick in his pants as he rushed to his car. Resting his head on the steering wheel with a deep sigh.

As if he wouldn’t have recognized your voice immediately in a crowd of a thousand. Almost god sent in this barren empty town, you were gorgeous thing, braids flowing down your back, star pimple patches on your face like constellation, how adorable you got when you’re nervous, how dulcet your voice sounded speaking to him so plainly.

Sent the man spiraling, sure if his mask was off, you’d see him strawberry red down his neck. He could almost imagine it, some strange fantasy of you sensually crawling over the grocery counter, pump lip between your teeth, and letting him fuck you silly right then and there like those weird pornos from back in the day. Old granny’s horrified of how he would defile you, his cum flowing out your used hole glob after glob, filth out his mouth and peering down at you so sweetly. Caring, adoring you and you— his cock twitches in his boxers, hands gripping the wheel in annoyance. Bloody hell, he still had a shift to finish before he could get home and rub a few, fuck, maybe six one out.

Good god, he’d have to get his hands on you.

And soon.

a/n: this is my submission for part three. Cologne inspo (her account is so cool, check them out!!)