Smut from Many Fandoms

Simon (Misfits)

Simon - Misfits

Simon. Oh, Simon, how I love you. Your beauty is infinite and your soul eternal. This is my ode to you.

                 ~♤~

You sighed as you picked up another piece of litter from the dirty undergrowth of the park. How did I end up here, doing community service with five other young offenders as if I'm some sort of criminal? you thought to yourself. You kicked a crushed can deeper into the bushes, not bothering to pick it up.
"Check this out! It's whole bottle... of piss." You heard Nathan exclaim. You turned around to see him running after Kelly with a coke bottle filled with yellow liquid. She gave him a clout over the head and the whole group laughed as he fell to the floor, clutching his heart dramatically.
"Hey! That was way out of proportion!"  Nathan cried.
"Nah, I think you deserved it. You're a prick." You pointed out. Curtis laughed.
"She does have a point."
Nathan scowled and went back to rolling around in the grass. The whole group had given up with the litter picking and was stood around chatting. Except for Simon, who was a few meters away, engrossed in the job.
"Hey, weirdo! You found any body pieces to add to your collection yet?" Nathan jeered, earning a hearty laugh from the whole group.  Simon turned away, looking embarrassed. You didnt like it when they made fun of Simon. He was... different.

"Cut it out, Nathan." You scolded. But as it turned out, Simon didn't need you to stick up for him. He came out of nowhere and kicked Nathan sharply in the ribs. It looked painful. Nathan cried out in pain and the smirk fell from his face.
"Stop calling me that." Simon said. "And I... I don't collect body parts." He made a gesture to kick him again, but Nathan cowered away.
"Okay, okay, jeez I won't."

You looked at Simon, impressed. He grinned back shakily. He looked like even he didn't know his own strength.

Later, alone in the locker room, you peeled off the ugly orange jumpsuit that was sweaty from a hard day's work. Everyone had gone home already. You gazed at yourself in your lingerie in the dirty mirror. You didn't think this often, but today you looked hot. Your eyes ran down your curves to the purple thong you had on, the scrap of fabric barely hiding anything.

Your ears picked up the tiniest sound and your head snapped around.
"Hello?" You called out. You thought you heard something. Maybe it was a rat. There's a lot of vermin in the old community centre.

Wait, there it was again. It sounded like... breathing? Your heart picked up its pace as you took a step, your bare feet shuffling across the cold tile floor.
"Who's there?" You said into the empty space. You tried to lower your own breathing, straining your ears to hear it. A quiet shuffling sound. There was definitely someone there.

And who else could it be, other than the one person who could turn invisible? A smile creeped onto your face.
"Simon." You lilted in a singsong voice. You could feel his eyes on you, watching. Was this turning you on? Before you could even think what you were doing, your hands slipped behind you and unclasped your bra. You heard a slight gasp come from nowhere. You took a step forward.
Slid one strap off your shoulder. Then another step.
"Simon." You said his name softly, then took the second strap off and let the bra fall to the floor. Your breasts stood exposed to no one. There was silence for a long time, and for a moment you wondered if it was actually just an empty room.