Simon Smoke x Male reader (With Allister Gator)

Hurting Love (2K SPECIAL)

!!! Warning !!!
-Smut
-Self harm (please if you are sensitive to that stuff please skip the beginning)

Allister’s POV (Self harm)

Tears streamed down my face as I held the blade in my trembling hand. “I’m nothing but a lazy gator,” I whispered, dragging the blade across my scales again. I hissed at the sharp sting but tried to keep my voice down, not wanting to wake Simon or Y/N. The bedroom was dark, but the bathroom light revealed my reflection—pathetic and broken.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My mind swirled with thoughts of inadequacy. I couldn’t work. I wouldn’t work. That’s what ended things between Simon and me the first time. It’s bound to happen again, isn’t it?

“Allister… what are you doing?”

I froze at the familiar voice behind me, rough and deep, tinged with fear. Turning, I saw Simon standing in the doorway, his eyes wide and his chest heaving.

“Simon… I… I can’t do this anymore,” I stammered, my voice trembling as tears continued to fall.

Simon stepped forward, gently taking the blade from my hand and tossing it aside. He wrapped me in a tight embrace, his own tears falling onto my shoulder.

“Why?” His voice cracked. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I’m useless. I’m nothing but a lazy asshole. That’s what got us separated in the first place, right? I’ll ruin everything again,” I choked out, clutching Simon’s back, my claws digging into his scales.

Simon pulled back slightly and cupped my face, his golden eyes filled with determination. He kissed me gently, his lips warm and reassuring. “You are not useless. You’re my—our—special gator. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

Simon stepped aside, and there in the doorway was Y/N, tears streaming down his face as he tried to speak. I could see the worry etched into every line of his expression.

“Come here, little guy,” I murmured, opening my arms.

(End of self harm)

Y/N ran to me, throwing himself into my embrace. “Don’t you ever do this again, you silly gator, got it?” he said, his voice shaky but laced with a teasing edge.

I nodded, kissing his cheek as I held him tightly. Simon joined the hug, wrapping his arms around us both. We stood there in the bathroom, sobbing together, their love and comfort surrounding me like a protective shell.

Normal POV

Later that night, the three of you climbed back into bed. Simon fetched bandages and ointment, carefully treating Allister’s cuts. The dragon’s movements were gentle, his concern evident in every touch.

“Feeling better, sweetheart?” Simon asked softly as he wrapped the last bandage.

Allister nodded, his purring resonating like a soft rumble in the room as he snuggled closer to you. You held him tight, stroking his head and whispering soothing words. Simon lay back on the bed, and the three of you cuddled together, the warmth of their presence calming Allister’s frayed nerves.

The Next Morning

You woke to the soft scales of Allister’s back against your face. He was still asleep, spooning Simon while you spooned him. The quiet sound of their breathing filled the room, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

An idea popped into your mind—a way to make Allister feel truly special and help him forget about last night.

“Smokey… you awake?” you whispered teasingly. Simon stirred and turned toward you, his golden eyes cracking open with a soft glow. “Of course, pretty,” he said, leaning in to kiss you.