just thinking about how Simon would act after an intruder incident.. this is very rushed sowwy
You were still shaken up. Very much so. In fact, you were so shaken up that you couldn’t speak for a week afterwards out of fear. His birdie was horrified.
Simon felt horrible. It had nothing to do with you, but everything to do with him. He could hear the distant echo of his father yelling about what a man’s honour was. What kind of man was he if he couldn’t keep his family safe? He felt nothing short of an embarrassment to you.
Riley seemed to notice the dark cloud over the house as well. The big German Shepherd curling up around the both of you whenever possible, sleeping at the foot of the bed inside of the big dog bed, being less jumpy.
Simon took the rest of the week off. Tending to your injuries, rubbing your back when you got scared, coddling you as much as you needed. Simply didn’t let you out of his sight. The only time he left you alone was to buy new cameras for the house.
“I thought we already had those?..” you muttered while on the couch, petting Riley. “We need more, luv. The other ones are old. Need to keep a better eye on you. Watch your show, yeah?”
He even bought an entire monitor for his office, solely for the purpose of being able to stream the camera feed 24/7. Even Johnny thought he was overreacting
“Dinnae wanna pry, LT, but don’t you think the lass can protect herself?” the Scotsman commented. “You are pryin’. Don’t worry about what I’m doin’.”
remember when i said i was trying to quit smoking…
…yeahhh
anyway ghost has a cigarette settled between his chapped lips all while staring up at you. you’re riding him, although your movements are sloppy.
one massive hand sits atop your thigh, relaxed but every so often he gives it an encouraging squeeze cause “you’re doing such a good job for me, darlin’”
you’re sensitive. barely able to sit up straight as your pubic bone grinds against the patch of hair at the base of his cock. he’s buried so deep you don’t know where you end and he begins.
he has a hand resting behind his head, his biceps and the fat of his arms bulging each time he tenses. your inner walls drag along a vein that makes his eyes almost roll back into his skull.
“tha’s it…tha’s my girl. use me. i know that pussy’s missed me. let’s make sure she gets her fill.”
I just know that when Ghost finds a girl that matches his freak in bed he makes it known to absolutely everyone how crazy good his sex life is. Like walking around the gym with her teeth imprints all up and down his biceps, the lipstick marks not even scrubbed off his chest, bruises and hickeys all along his shoulders, showing off how crazy good the sex was the night prior to the point where it starts making everyone kind of uncomfortable.
He sheds his shirt in the locker room to show off a back full of deep, welting scratches and Gaz takes one look at them before quietly sending Johnny a text from across the room that just reads: "I feel violated."
Thinking about when I was 18, and was fucking this absolute bear of a man who’d just gotten a few new tattoos (one on his bicep, and a bigger piece on his forearm). he’d fucked me too good, and I ended up accidentally clawing both tattoos, so he grabbed me by my throat, rolled me onto my stomach, and pinned my wrists behind my back to finish me off.
Anyways, now I’m thinking about how fucking feral Simon would be if something like that happened to him.
Fresh ink, his precious kitten under him, completely cockdrunk beneath him, and accidentally claws at his fresh ink in the throes of her pleasure.
Simon grits his teeth, releasing a low, feral hiss with his forehead pressed to your sternum.
“Fuckin’ hell, gonna have to de-claw ya like the fuckin’ cat ya are,” he grunts into your skin.
And you’re none the wiser to your actions, too blissed out with his cock buried deep enough to kiss your cervix with every thrust, giving a dumb nod.
Simon’s gaze briefly drifts to the fresh ink, noticing three red, angry lines through the centre of the swollen, tender flesh. But he quite likes the distortion to the image it had caused, making him look even rougher.
He lifts his head, taking stock of your dazed expression, clueless to the permanent claim you’d made on his skin.
Normally, it’d be just another scar. But he liked the fact that this one meant you weren’t going anywhere. And he was going to make damn sure you knew that.
With a feral growl, he gripped your delicate throat in his large hand, and pulled you up as his cock slipped free.
You answer with an indignant whine at the loss of contact before your breath was forced out of you with your face buried in the pillows. Simon’s hand took hold of your wrists, the other rests on your hip, keeping your round ass raised up for him.
He straddles the back of your thighs, then takes his hand from your hip to guide his red, angry member straight into your weeping cunt.
Simon groans with his face pressed into your hair, filling his lungs with your scent. His strong hands keep your arms behind your back as he slowly grinds his hips into you, fucking you in a sensual rhythm.
His cock drags in and out at a pace that has your brain melting between your ears, and your pussy is squelching around him almost embarrassingly so. But you know he loves it. Your moans and whimpers are muffled by the pillows.
Simon’s freehand drifts up to the base of your neck, keeping a firm grip on you before he quickens his pace, and ruts into you with no promise of stopping.
His eyes clench shut the moment your walls clamp down on him, working double time to milk him of all he’s worth.
“It’s like that, huh? Want me to keep my cock stuffed in ya, and fill this little cunt with my cum, eh, kitten?” He grits out in a filthy snarl.
God, he’d love to breed you like this. To know you’re all his, and soon you’ll be round with his fat babies.
“Or should I call you… mama?” He purrs beside your ear.
And that question is your undoing. Your walls pulse around him as your release gushes around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath your lithe frame.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon grunts, giving his final three thrusts before spilling into you.
