#๋࣭ ✴︎ {🐇}

[punkkture]

any thoughts about how Simon would feel about certain kinks/ habits in the bedroom??

oh em gee, my version of simon is such a gross perv tbh . . .

— simon is infatuated with you looking dumbed down and fucked out of it. he wants his warm cum all over every centimeter of your soft skin. he wants to see you painted in his white hot ropes. and to be honest, that’s really why he never cleans you up. it’s not because he doesn’t care . . . it’s because he cares too much.

why in the world would he wipe his cum off of your face or your pretty tummy? it’s right where it’s supposed to be. he always takes out his phone and gets a couple pictures of the sight.

“my gorgeous girl, so pretty”

— i just know this man has a breeding kink. i know it deep down. it might be because he doesn’t like the fact you’re without him when he’s gone on deployment — or maybe just because he’s never had something so important and special to him in his entire life, he is just infatuated with the idea of having a family with you.

but you can assure that the second he comes home from work, even if it’s only a short week long deployment, he has gotta have you underneath him in a mating press. not missionary, no, he’s gotta have your legs pressed right up against his shoulders while his left hand holds your ankle. his right hand is busy keeping himself propped up because he’s practically folding you so hard.

he can never get enough of your face when he cums so deep into you that you swear you ‘felt it go into your cervix’. it was probably just the overstimulation of his tip bruising that spot inside you, but it made him feel good to hear you say that nonetheless.

“so good baby, take it, i know you can take one more . . jus’ one more baby please”

— simon is definitely an ass guy. he lovesss grabbing and groping you in public. no matter how many times you swat his hand away from your backside, he always just gives a short chuckle and plays it off. only for seconds later to do it again.

he’s got a real thing for doggy because of it. the sight of his cock burying into you from behind and his rough hands leaving red marks and prints on your ass just makes him melt.

“baby c’mon . . . i was just playing i didn’t mean to hit it that hard . . ‘m sorry”

— i’m never going to retire the overall picture of perv bf simon. i think about it all the time and you guys should too. like he is nasty. he has such a thing for filming you when you don’t know. keeping your head shoved in the pillow as he fucks into you from behind with one hand, and his phone filming the sight of you pushing back against him to meet his thrusts in the other.

whenever he’s away on deployment he uses these videos to help himself. he misses you so much. he could easily spend the day going to the bathroom six different times just to jerk off. sometimes when it’s bad, all he needs to do is look at your pretty face.

he has no shame in sending you videos of him coating his abdomen and hands in his cum. hoping you use them to get off just like he does to your videos.

“see how bad i miss you? see what you do to me? god i can’t wait to get home to that pretty little cunt”

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₉ ₆ ⁶ ₆ ( ᴓ˟⁘ ᶻᶻᶻ ¸𓏲࣪ ˚.꒷ 𖤐⤸₊˚ ִֶָ ❜ ✧ ᵎ ⊹ ִֶָ ╱ ᨳ᭬ ⸝⸝ 🕷◞ ◜₉ 𖤐 𖤐 ¹ ៹ キ 𓍯 ꞋꞌꞋ 精神。ꜛ𓏲♡̸ 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 ִֶָ ִֶָ 𓏲࣪𖤐🕷⋮ ଡ଼ ꉂ 𓉳 𖤐 ˖ ࣪ . 𑁍ࠬ ⊹ ࣪˖⁩ ₁ ❟ 𖠅 ١ 𖡼 ִֶָ ̽𖧧 ָ࣪ 𖧵ֹֺֽ໋໋݊ 𓄹𓈒 𓏲 ๋࣭ ꕤ ۰⸼ ۫𓂅 ᐢ⸼⸼ᐢ ࣪✦𓂃 ᭥ ̗̀ ̖́𓏲 ❟♡ : 交 響 ₍⑅ᐢฅ́˘ฅ̀ᐢ₎𖧧 ָ࣪ ⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪ . ❜ ﹫𝘰𝘤 ⊹ ִֶָ✧ 𝘧𝘤 ᵎ ִֶ 𓆦 𓏲 ˖ ♡̷̸⁩◞／❥ 𓆷 ᤴ ⸒ ۰ 旗᭟ ；♡̷◞⃕ ⸼ ₉ 𖥶 𖤣 ࣪ ˖ ꜜ ٪ ࣪ ִֶָ 𖥧 𖤥＇、˖ ָ࣪➹ ❛ ᭣֤ࣨ 𑁍֤ ┉┈ 𖣠 ⠀ོ⁩⠀𖥽 ⊮ 𖣽 ⵢ 𑁍. 𓂅 ꜜ ଓ ♡̷̷۫۫ ꕀ 。♡𖤐 𓃠 ◞ 🕷𝘖𝘖 ִֶָ✧ : ᕱ ᕱ ❛ ♡ 𓂅 𖧷 ꜜ ᩠ ❥ 𓏧 ◟ ༉‧₊˚ ❜ 𑁍✧ 。ꉂ ៹ % 。⸗ ꕤ ˖ ⸼ ❛ ⌗ ↺ ❛ ⤹ ꞋꞌꞋ ִֶָ ꙳໋͙ ⌑ 𓆫 𓌖 ⊹ ࣪˖⁩ 𑁍 ོ⁩❟ 𓏲 𑁍 ꓹ ݃ ﹔𓂅 ˑ ִֶָ 𑁍 . ﹙٫﹚ ૂ ࣪᪥ 𒀭࣪⋆ ✵ ٬٬ ،، · ࣪𐇵 ❟ 𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ 𖧷 𖡎 ◞ 𓏲 ࣪˖ 𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 . ࣪ ˖ ∿ 𑁍 ˓ ⊹ ָ࣪ ˓˓ ˒˒ ، ˖ ࣪𑁍 ˖ ՚༹ ˙˖ 𖥔 ،،̲ ﹕ ، ݃˓ ༨ ༢ ༣ ◜｡◞ さ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ ᯽ .ﾟ‪‪༘༘ ˖࣪ ✦ ଘ ◡̈ ❛❜ ٫ ʾ ִֶָ%˓ ᵎ ✦.˚ ࣪.`⌁ ◜◞ さ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ ᯽.ﾟ‪‪༘༘ ˖࣪ ✦ ଘ ◡̈ ❛❜ ٫ ʾ ִֶָ%˓ ᵎ ✦. ࣪.`⌁ 𑁍 ࣪ ˖ 𓂅 ゲムꜜ ´ ִֶָָ࣪ 𖥔՞˖࣪ ٪ ˖ ݁ . 𔘓 ؛ ៹ ָ࣪❟ ⎙ ⊹ ꓹ ─ ๑ ⨟ 𓂃⁩ᵎᵎ 𖤐 ҂ ╱ ♯ ⸝⸝⸼ ،،﹫♡ ❜ ꒷ ₉ 𓄰 ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ャ ヽִֶָ𑁍⌕ ʾ ✦᭟𓈒 ᤳ⊹ 𓄼 𓏲𓏸˙˖𓏲 ִֶָ 𓄼𓈒๋ ⊹ ִֶָ ꓹ 𐂂鬼 𓃨 𖥊❟៹ꜥ ﹆⊱𓆇՞.𖥨 ℋ𖧦𔘓𖥔•͈ ┈─❟ʾ 𔘓 〞⸒﹗˖ ࣪ ˓༅ꪳ𖧧 :hearts: ¸࣪ ꩜ⴰ ࣪˖𓂅⁩ ᪥㌐ ₀₀ ♡ ៸៸ ｡ ⌗𝓜r. 𝓔s͟t͟p🥨 ☘︎(⩇⩇:⩇⩇)🌊 *⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊ ˚ name ꒰꒰🎀꒱꒱✿‎ ۫ ‎‎Ho𝐦e | 快適 ꕀ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ㅤ˳️ꔫ ָ֢ haerin ݁ ˒ 𐙚 . 𝓟 ret͟t͟y͟ Bas͡ιc. — ֹ   ₊ ᐡ꒳ᐡ ᯣ_ᯣ ^ᵕ^ ˘ᗜ˘ ᵔ ∇ ᵔ ✿ ֹ ∗ ִ ★  𓈒 ◌  ❀ ㅤ۫ㅤ♡ . ✶��𓈒⠀⠀𓏸⠀ 𓇼   ׅ     ֺ ࣭ ︵͡ ⁺ 人 𝅄 ׁ ˳ 🎹 ˖ ׁ ⁩ 𖣠 ⠀ֵ⠀⠀෧ ⠀ ?̸⠀⠀ ೀ⠀ 〹   ׅ     ۟   . ꪆ୧ ✴︎ ㅤ︒ㅤ۪ㅤㅤ⬭ㅤ* ✵ㅤ ִ ⩇⩇⠀ ݁ ⠀ ⁀✧ ֗ ๑ ✦ ㅤ҉ ⠀ ᳙ ꜜ  𐙚᭄　  𑆪ིྀᩧ　 ︶ྀི　  ᭢ຶ⵿ᩤ᭔ ꒰ ͟͡ 𖣁 ͟͡ ꒱　 　 　  ༩ᭊ　  ˌ̫̮೧ູ 𓊆ྀི 𖡄̽ᭂ 𓊇　 　   𒑟ৣৢ　 𖢅𝅮 ꦿ   ིུ͠༄　 𖡄̽ݴ᭄ᭂ   ིꨩ𒊒‧̍̊   ⃟͚̊▞♥︎ ❀᭢᜴꤬⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✿ ‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̥°̩̥‧̥·̊ ✿ °̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·‧̥·̊‧̥ ✿ ♥︎̼̻ ⠀ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𖣁 ❦꫶ུ⃛ᰭ 𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ° ꒰ ͟͡ || ͟͡ ꒱ ͏͏ ཆི❤︎ཆྀ 𓉳̸ ▊▍ ꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚︶꒷꒥꒷ 📂 #⃝𝟶𝟸 (๑¯̆ ᴈ¯̆๑) ⸜(♡'ᗜ'♡)⸝ (─‿‿─)♡ ₍ᐢෆ ·̫ ෆᐢ₎ ˚ 𓈒 ⨾ ˖ ݁ . 𔘓 ؛ 𓆸﹫ ˖࣪ 𖥨• ꒷ ࣪.𖤣𖥧˚.𓂅 ˓ 𓏲ᵎ ٬ ᤷ ៶𖥨 𑁍ࠬ ˖࣪𖧧 ָ࣪᪥ ˖᯽ ⊹ .꠶❥ 𖥔 ،، 𑁍 ࣪˖ :ribbon: ʕ•̫͡•ʔ𓏲࣪ ˖࣪ ✶ ๋࣭ ◜ :postbox: ◞ ִֶָ𓄹 ˖࣪ :tulip: 𓏲࣪ ִֶָ﹫៹ 生𔗫 ִ ֗ :hocho: 🕷 ؛. ָ ֺ 𔘓 ꒷꒦ 𓄹 ࣪ ˖ 🏴‍☠ ٬ . ִ ֗ ៵ʾ ◗ ⊹ ᳝ ࣪🛢🧇◌ ִ ໋.ˑ ִ ᥐʾ ֛ 𖥻 ࣪ ᳝ ◌ ̸ᵎᵎ ˖. ࣪ 𖦆 ִ ་ 𖦹𓏲 ˖╲ ࣪ ! : 𖥔࣪ ˖ :rabbit: :ribbon: ¡ ℒ ִֶָ ⊹𓂅⁩ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა 𓂃𑁍 ࣪˖ 𖦹 :rabbit: 🩰⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ . ¡! ⋆ ࣪. 🧠. › ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ ˖ ݁ ˓ 𖣠 ! › :ribbon: ๑・ꈊ ⍝ ʔ 𓏲·˚🦴🧠 𖦆 ͙ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ ⊹ 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ 𓏲࣪ 🥛🩰 𓄹𓈒 ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ꐑꐑ ! ‣ 𒀭 ˓ 𖣠 ، :tulip: :rabbit: 🦷˖ ▹ . › 𖦹 ! ✦ ˖ ٠ :bathtub: › ✸ 🧠🥛˖ ۫ ،،̲ ˖ ࣪ 𒀭◞ ฅ ࣪ ˖ :rabbit: :bathtub: 🩰 ∘ ، :rabbit: :tulip: :trolleybus: ࣪ . · 𖣠 ˖ 𖥨៹ ─╌ ˖ ࣪ ٬ :ribbon: :thought_balloon: ࣪ . ` ✸ ⌁ ▹ 🧠🦷🥛 ꞌꞋꞌ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ˖ ࣪⭑ ❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❙❚ 〃𒄬 🜲 ❜ ࣪ :electric_plug: ִֶָ ،،̲ ✶ :newspaper: ◗. ` 🏴 ⌁ ⚔ 𖥔 🏳 ࣪ ˖ ⁽⁾𖥻𝆬 :love_hotel: :grey_exclamation: 𝅄᠂ ⭒ ֢ ꜥ 🥛 ⋅ 🧠 ⩇ ʿ 𓄹 𖠗 :ribbon: ۫ 𔓘عدد متابعينك___🌷___ حلمك

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~لا اله الا الله~

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[punkkture]

on the way back from an undercover mission where you and simon had to play lovers as a married couple, attending a gala to get intel on enemy buyers.

you honestly don’t know how you ended up like this. maybe it was the far too many drinks you had and the simple way the glittering dress bunched up around your waist.

simon’s feet firmly planted on the backseat floor of the car while his hips were harshly thrusting up into your dripping little pussy. you’re drunk whines and moans fed his every movement.

“ah- ah- s-simon!” your voice would squeal out every time the fatty tip of his cock would graze past your sensitive spongy spot and right into your cervix.

your back moving against his chest, his breath being felt against your neck.

“baby you’re so tight . . i would’ve fucked you sooner if i knew your little pussy was this pretty,” he groaned.

he was so big. oh god you were just creaming around his thickness. every thrust making little drips of your slick flow down his shaft and leak into his suit pants.

the very best part was how price didn’t even mind. he didn’t bother to ask any questions when simon and you nearly stumbled into the backseat of the car making out.

it was only a matter of time before he pulled over to join in. . .

[punkkture]

only his

you were just being sweet, its not your fault he took it the wrong way. but you should be grateful that he was doing this for you . . he was just trying to keep you safe.

part one ⋆.˚ part two

simon riley x f!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ , kidnapper!simon , taboo material , degradation, age difference , size difference , implied ddlg dynamics , pet play , sadism , simon is mean asf

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“you are home sweetie.”

you dont know why but that made it all ache even worse. made it ache worse than when he put the collar around your neck - than when he forced you to sit on his lap and drink whatever roofie he had mixed. the tears came out harder as you laid on the floor by his feet.

simon’s shoulders relaxed a little at this. his rough hand came up and started to brush up and down your back. feeling the ridges of your spine that were a little more prominent as the weeks had passed. his hands working in an attempt to comfort you instead of grabbing you.

“theres no need to cry. i’ve kept you for a reason. its not like i’m going to kill you.”

heart picking up, he could see the shift in your demeanor. how you were teetering between that docility and the true emotions you wanted to let out. he knew he won when he heard the shakiness in your voice. “what’s that supposed to mean?” your lips spoke. even if your words held threat, he knew he was on the right path with the way you pulled your tone.

his dense fingers continued to move up and down your spine, giving gentle and methodical touches as they went. his face held no expression. “it means you have the privilege of being mine. you should be grateful.”

your skin shivered and created goosebumps at his touch. not sure how to react to it. it was all so scary. you didnt know what to say back. how were you supposed to feel grateful in a moment like this? he took you from your life.

simon had to figure this out. he had to figure out how to get you to crack. to crave him and yearn for him. looking at him like he was a protector. because whether you saw it that way or not, he was. he is your protector.

he wanted nothing more than to have you give in. to stop struggling and start asking him to hold you. to start seeing him as a sanctuary, a safe place to come home to.

his hand finally stopped those gentle movements he used to draw you in. those fingers coming around to the side of your face. cupping the length of your jaw and turning your head to look at him. your heart and mind are completely tense and rigid, but your body shows no resistance to him. obedience could be led by a hair.

“say thank you.”

your eyes struggled to meet his. but when he gave a warning tap to your cheek, your pupils full of fear and exhaustion, looked up into his. he looked calm, at peace. “why should i tell you thank you?” you breathed out shakily and quiet.

those fingers adjusted the grip on your face, feeling the warm skin heat his cold fingers. his eyes narrowed, cold and callous. deep, dark, and genuinely never ending. not being able to see where his pupils started or stopped. to you, he always looked like a predator that was completely dilated. you were the little bunny for dinner.

“because i say so. youre mine now, remember that, puppy. be thankful im keeping you instead of selling you to the highest bidder. do you understand me?”

your lips twitched and a small gasp threatened to escape. but all that came out was a small shudder. your eyes were still stuck on his. he was being serious, you could tell. “y-you’d sell me?”

god he loved that voice. simon could’ve groaned at that little whimper in your voice. such a timid little pet.

his grip loosened a little bit as his hand moved to caress your cheek. his touch caring and kind, a complete contrast of his words. he sighed. “only when you piss me off enough to do so. im not in the market of pawning the things i claim, unless they're really ungrateful,” his eyes narrowed again, “are you ungrateful sweetheart?”

simon’s eyes watched your face. watched how you processed everything. how you took it all in. he knew you understood he was being genuine. he was serious enough to actually kidnap you, of course he would be insane enough to sell you. his hand continued to caress your soft skin. he was waiting for your answer.

that expression of his changing from cold and callous to a hint of annoyance. he was starting to get impatient - the answer wasn’t that complicated.

“i said, are you ungrateful?” he asked again.

the frustrated grip and raised voice snapped you back into reality. simon saw the way your eyes focused back onto what was in front of you. “no! no . . . im not ungrateful.” you quickly spoke back. you didn't want to be here, but you’d rather be here than some beaten down warehouse that was turned into a human auction house.

feeling his hand drop from your jaw, release that tight grip - his demeanor shifting of that into a carer again. a satisfied smirk appeared on his cracked lips. his fingers brushing back some of your hair.

“then you should say thank you, puppy. because you have a lot to be thankful for.” he spoke in a much calmer tone.

those eyes boring into you felt like they were starting to burn your skin. “thank you.” your voice is timid and quiet, speaking out of fear. the smirk on his lips grew into a bit of a smile at your response. “see? that wasn't so hard was it sweetie?” he teased a bit, his thumb moving to your bottom lip. rubbing against it and slightly pushing down to examine the pink skin.

　 　. ⋆ ✴︎ ݁ ˖ ˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ . 　

days have passed.

simon hadn’t softened any. it's been two weeks of gruff and agitated energy surrounding you. but today for some reason he seemed to be in an even worse mood. his voice louder and more rigid. those occasional sweet touches he gave were nowhere to be found. he was on edge, it was written all over him, in everything he did. his eyes cold and narrowed at everything, his voice snapping at any word spoken to him. he was pissed, and for no good reason at that.

you seemed to try and figure it out. there were bags under his eyes. he looked exhausted. you both were. it almost was like a standoff between two enemies. constantly. you were on edge, still and taking in his every breath. analyzing the tone of it and the deeper meaning of all his words. hoping to not anger him.

simon hasn’t been able to sleep since you arrived - and the only thing his body seemed to want, was you. tense muscles and breaths that were slicing the air he stepped in front of.

you sat on the floor of his living room. watching him pace around like a caged animal. he was acting like a damn rabid dog. he kept you right on the brink of decent. thrown into a pair of his boxers and one of his old long sleeve military shirts. that black leather collar still rubbing against the soft skin of your neck. the long leash cording down and around your body like a snake.

thankfully, he had been a little more lenient with keeping the leash so closely attached to his hand, but that didn't mean he would take it off.

this was frustrating. you were frustrating him. those sweet innocent eyes that were looking up at him like he was a monster. that angered him. he was your savior. my god he was saving you from all those awful sins the world harvested. a groan crawled its way up and out of his throat, stopping his pacing movements.

“come here.” he stated. not like a request. just a command. like you were his dog.

the brain in your head was working on primal intuition. when you are put into a scary situation, your body will do whatever it needs to to survive. so your eyes fluttered up to his face and then back down to his neck. it was scary looking him in the eye, you don't look rabid dogs in the eye. you don't look simon riley in the eye.

feeling the leash clank against your skin as your legs twitched to help you stand. they were getting weaker. your body was starting to reject what was happening to it.

he raised his hand and pointed to the floor in front of him. “no. not like that. crawl to me. you don’t deserve to walk on those legs of yours.”

his voice rang into your ears like how baby bunnies would react to hearing thunder for the first time. paralyzed and frozen in fear with eyes that looked up into the clouds with a sense of caution and longing that the sky wouldn’t do that again - naive hope that the universe would apologize for its outburst of anger.

but just as your body was frozen, the flash of lightning came, accompanying the thunder.

simon’s hand came out, wrapped tightly around the leash and pulled you down to the ground. the yanking of the leather forced you to your hands and knees. your eyes looking up to him - that baby bunny praying to the sky - looking up into those deep and irritated eyes. he was above you, even when he was crouching down the height difference was still prominent. creating a never ending power dynamic that shivered your soul.

he was stressed, he was angry, he felt sleep deprived. he was always watching over you. always making sure you were still here, he needed to put this outlet to good use right now. so on edge that even the small things like how the coffee table looked was making him mad right now. he needed to let off steam. something - someone to give into.

his feet planted themselves onto the ground in front of you. his hand coming to the top of your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair as he lowered himself to your level. you gasped at the sudden contact. shaking and soft hands gripping onto his forearm. your scalp starting to burn from his angered grip. he crouched down, his breath against your neck.

“you make me so goddamn frustrated.”

little frantic breaths picking up and making you panic more. “i-i didn't do anything?” your brows furrowed into a pathetic and worried curve. his lips moved closer to your ear, his fingers tightening around your hair. “you're making me on edge, and it's driving me up a wall.” he spoke.

your eyelids blinked in confusion. then why am i here? why is he keeping me here? just let me go!

“then why am i still here?” you breathed out, quiet and docile.

those cracked lips of his moved from your ear to your neck. they gently nipped at the skin before he spoke again. “because i don't want to get rid of you. you may be a pain in the ass, but i need you.” his mouth started to tenderly press and nip at your neck. leaving sticky open mouth kisses.

your body stiffened. but he had been so rough and sharp the last couple days, you hated to admit the sweet and gentle touches almost felt welcomed. it was better than him hitting you and tying you to a pole in the basement. simon’s voice wasn't as icy as before his commands. your soft hair in his fingers and the warm feeling of your skin against his lips helped calm his aggravated mood. it was like the perfect dosage of oxycodone. calming and relaxing him just enough to barely blink his eyes all the way closed. just enough to get him to not be so pent up about tomorrow's worries.

you started to feel safer almost. in this moment in time, it could’ve been worse.

“why?” you spoke after a couple seconds of silence.

“why what?” simon asked in between sucking on your neck. one of his hands pulled your hair a little bit again, forcing your head up towards the ceiling. he needed more of this soft warmth. “why don't i want to get rid of you, or why do i need you?” his teeth gently nipping into the side of your neck and making a small mark. chuckling to himself when he had to pull the collar out of the way so he could really get to the spot he wanted.

“both.”

it wasn't often he talked to you like that. wasn't often he treated you as human. so you took the wins where you could. letting his warm lips and teeth move against your body. trying to keep your voice steady. it was like walking on a frozen lake where you weren’t sure how thick the ice was.

he continued suck and bite at your neck, making sure the area was nice and bruised - marked as his.

“because you make me feel something i haven't felt in a long time, puppy. and because you’re mine. and i don't like to share my things. especially the ones i worked so hard to get.”

a soft wince escaped your lips when his teeth bit a little harder. his lips pulled away, giving a gentle kiss to the spot. you could’ve sworn you felt his thumb caress the hair his hand was so tightly holding. it was sweet. it was affectionate. and he was having an actual conversation with you. not lashing out and teasing, mocking or degrading.

this was new. this was human. one of your hands going to his chest, resting there as if you were asking him to be more gentle. his body shivered at that strange acceptance from you.“why me?” you said softly, asking the question you had been wondering.

the unfamiliar and strange energy between you two was making simon happy. very happy. all those times he was angry and awful to you just made his soft touches so featherlight and desirable. it was making him relax. his teeth let go of the spot on your neck, his tongue gently soothing over it.

after he made sure the spot would leave a deep bruise, he pulled back a little. his eyes looking down at you on the floor, gazing up at him. it warmed his heart and made him smile a little. even he thought about your question for a second. he sighed, and then answered. “you just are. you were sitting in that little library just . . . existing . . and i felt something inside of me break. that was it. you were mine. you still are and forever will be. this is where you belong and i hope you come to accept that, my puppy.”

your eyes looked into his. your neck started to ache from how he was angling your head back. but there was a sense of hope in your eyes. hope that he was human, he was showing you he was human - for a moment if you could pretend the leash wasn't around your neck, this would almost feel normal.

you licked your dry lips, always so cracked now from breathing and panting through your mouth. the seasons cold weather nipping in through the windows . . . but its alright . . he never let you get too close to those anyway.

simon could sense the fear in your breath. the shudders past your pretty lips. those little flutters of caution your eyelashes would blink. this was working perfectly in his favor. if he was brutal six out of seven days, your body would learn to crave that seventh day. it would learn to want him and need him to survive.

in the same sense of how people needed religion. they need faith in something to keep going. one way or another, he was going to figure out how to be your faith.

his gaze softened. his hand letting go of your hair, coming to gently brush against your face, a thumb running over your cheek.

“i know i make you afraid, but thats okay. you wont be afraid forever.” his face came down to lean close to yours, his voice a low tone. “you’ll get used to it. you’ll get used to me.”

even a dog held in captivity for years would still yearn for a soft pet, a good treat the second the opportunity was given.

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it was the next day and you both had gone through the motions of what a normal day was so far. he woke you up early, because he got up early and he needed you to constantly be at his side. he of course had you in a little dog cage when it was bedtime. or anytime he had to go out, which wasn’t often.

a metal dog cage with plush little pink blankets and frills, that attempted to make it more welcoming, adorning it. he always kept two locks on the metal links off the door - so you would never be able to get it undone yourself. but even if you did, he kept it all located in his basement. the only thing down there being your cage and a couple storage bins.

simon knew what he was doing. of course he did. he had been plotting this for months. since the second he saw you and that air was sucked out of his chest he’s been preparing.

in all honesty, you looked forward to bedtime. you were finally left alone to have some thoughts to yourself. and it’s not like it was pitch black down there. he didn’t leave the light on, but the outside lights from the backyard somewhat illuminated the basement.

you were asleep up on the plush mat, a warm fleece blanket wrapping around your cold frame. legs curled up since you couldn’t stretch your legs in the cage.

“good morning puppy,” he calls down the basement stairs. turning on the light and finally getting you out of the dark.

your eyes blinking awake in the harsh light. hearing his footsteps come down the stairs and a few keys rattling. he chuckled when he saw your head bump up against the top of the cage.

“did you sleep well, my dear?” he asked, those dark eyes looking over your form before he crouched down to unlock the padlocks on the cage.

you were tired, mornings were never your thing, especially not with how early he got up. your messy hair nodding along with your head as you gave him a simple answer. cold hands rubbing your tired eyes.

“we’ve got a big day today . . .” simon started while opening the metal door. your ears perked up at his words, sleepy eyes blinking awake and a soft grumble from your lips as he pulled on the leash, getting you out of the cage and into his lap.

“you’re gonna meet some of daddy’s friends today . . . and i trust you’ll be a very good puppy, right?”

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