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It was no secret you and Ghost had a rocky and toxic relationship. He was constantly yelling or accusing you of something, just for the hell of it, it seemed. You assumed it was because of past relationships or his own insecurities but it was getting to be unbearable. Every time you were doing something without him he jumped to accusing you of cheating.
God forbid you hung out with another man. He would berate you with screams of ‘Oh so you like him more?!’ - It was pathetic. Awfully annoying yet scary. Simon would just get so, so angry. It was terrifying how long he could yell or threaten you for, and the fact he was strong enough to do it made it worse. Just to be ended with promises to do better or that he was just having a bad day.
Most of the time he would just convince you that everything was okay and that he just loved you too much. But this particular time ended up quite steamy. You were on the bed when Simon started getting upset, realizing you went to a bar the other night. He climbed atop you and practically caged you underneath him, asking you about it mid make out session. It was kind of a mood killer but you claimed nothing happened.
And that was the truth - nothing did happen. It progressed past making out but he wouldn’t drop it, starting to fuck you quite aggressively as he started to raise his voice. “No, you. You’re bein’ so bloody exasperating! It’s fuckin’ maddening.” He grumbled, looking down at you as he thrusted harder. You retorted and told him to stop doing this and he cut you off. “Oh my god, love. Do you like him better?!” Ghost shouted.
He glared at you, daring you to retort again. You didn’t - despite the fact there was no man. “Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought.” Simon scoffed, one of his hands pushing your face to the side with no gentleness. “Ion even care to look at you.” His rough hands ventured to pin your wrists above your head, still fucking into you. “You’re so weak it’s pathetic.” The words were accompanied with his pace speeding up and getting rougher. He was not so subtly reminding you of how strong he really was.
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