Summary: Simon Riley is a lonely grave keeper in Victorian England who puts a marriage proposal ad in the London newspaper. He's ready to make his house a home, but can he convince his new wife that he can be her safe space, or will the secret she carries threaten their newfound happiness?
Credit goes to @gloomwitchwrites and this specific post for inspiring this fic!
arranged marriage or marriage of convenience and they don't want to force you to sleep in the same bed or even room as them so they're very respectfully saying goodnight before going to their quarters to fuck their fist while thinking about how relaxed you finally seemed after dinner that night
mating press is heavy on my mind today like not even being able to squirm underneath him because he’s literally shoving you through the mattress with his entire weight. him not even thrusting but letting his heavy cock sit all the way deep inside you as he presses kisses all over your face and reassures you that it’s okay and that he’ll take it slow. and you tear up a little because it hurts just the tiniest bit in this position but then he’s whispering how good you are for him while caging you tight in his arms and
Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, non-con, threats w a gun, fingering, piv sex (no condoms..), mating press, eventual doggy, a bit of squirting??, creampie, breeding (he wants to get u pregnant duhh), degradation, forced orgasm, improper use of evol, name-calling (slut, pipsqueak), clit stim, a bit of spit play, condescending Caleb, Caleb is mean, 'gege' is used once but they're not related in this. MDNI
Synopsis: You were always careful around Caleb, yet you've seemed to forget that he's got eyes and ears everywhere, including what's going on in your pretty little head.
Word Count: 1.8k+
A/N: Sooo this is my first time writing smut and lads together...idk how well this is gonna do but if you do enjoy it pls leave a comment or reblog x
Divider by @/dollywons
Caleb’s hands slithered underneath your dress, and his fingers traced the waistband of your panties. A chill crept up your spine, icy fingers tracing a path of unease along your skin. Your breath was caught up in your throat as you clutched onto his shoulders. Your eyes widened, and the feeling of helplessness washed over you.
No, not again.
“Caleb, I-I'm sorry, please, just don't-"
Without warning, Caleb smashed his lips against yours, catching you off guard in a matter of seconds. He didn't listen. He didn't fucking listen.
You tried to wriggle away from him, your palms pushing at his chest with all the might you had. But Caleb grabbed your wrists securely, and he shuffled around to lay you on the bed. You fell with a thud, hands above your head as you heard him taunt you.
"You've been such a bad girl. What makes you think I'll listen to you?"
Once his hands were shuffling underneath your dress, panic flooded your veins, the tears in your eyes enveloping your vision. You shouldn't let this happen, but every time you tried, Caleb would threaten you, holding a gun to your head.
This time, his gun wasn’t on him, and before you could even try to protest again, an invisible weighted blanket descended upon your arms and hips, holding you against the mattress. His evol.
He slowly dragged down your cotton panties, an arrogant smirk planted on his face as he cooed at you, wiping your tears with his thumb.
"Don't cry, you know what happens if I catch you doing something wrong," his lips suck on your collarbones and his hand finds your bare pussy, "don't you remember what happened before, hm? Fucked your brains out when you tried to attack me with my gun.”
His fingers rubbed your clit in a soothing motion, and you shut your eyes for a moment. The heat that grew inside you was supposed to be forbidden, yet your body let it happen. You shuddered as his words turned more erotic by the second, and his fingers soon collected your slick that made your pussy glisten with bliss.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you're getting turned on pretty quickly."
Caleb groaned at the thought of having you all over again, and his lips connected to yours. This time, it’s messy. His tongue licks at your open mouth, teeth clashing against each other, and you whimper into the kiss. His hands are rubbing you at a faster pace before he slips a finger inside and you moan.
He pushes his finger in and out, curling at your walls, the perfect touch setting you ablaze as you cry out. He begins to add another finger, pumping them slowly as he feels you clench around him. The pleasure starts to grow on you immensely—breaths getting heavier, sweat clinging onto your neck as you bite your tongue to stifle out another moan. Caleb notices; he always notices everything.
He scoffs at you, pulling the straps of your dress down, and his eyes lock onto your perky tits.
“Poor baby.”
He tilts his head at you before his lips attach to one of them, hungrily sucking on them. His wet tongue rolls around your nipple, teeth clamping onto it harshly, causing you to involuntarily arch your back. The mix of pleasure and pain increases your arousal, heat now dancing on your skin as your heart pounds in your chest. You were practically immobilised by his evol, unable to do anything to get him off of you. Yet, that feeling in your stomach tightened, and your legs twitched for a split second, and you knew what was coming.
“Gonna cum pipsqueak?”
His words vibrate on your chest as his mouth moves onto the other one. You catch the mess decorated on your breasts, spit glistening from Caleb’s act, and when he catches you staring at him, he emits a low growl, fingers pressing deeper into that spot that has you gasping. Fuck, just seeing Caleb like this made you clench harder on his fingers. Your consciousness of getting out of this situation was withering away, and your mind slowed with your thoughts, and bile rose in your throat.
Shit.
This wasn’t right.
You watch as Caleb continues to litter your body with marks, hot-wet kisses peppered from your neck to your thighs. His fingers continued to hit that spot, palm grazing your aching clit. The knot in your stomach was tightening, and anxiety was washing over you—the words leave your mouth before you could stop them.
“Caleb, just fucking stop, please.”
Your voice wavers at the end, your lip trembling as the tears begin to stream out. His fingers slow down, and his eyes soften at the sight of you. He leans his face close to you, and you admire his features: the messy brown hair and those alluring violet eyes. The very features that drew you to him, the Caleb you thought you had always known. Though when his facade began to crack, and his real persona shone through, you had no chance of getting away from him. Not when he wanted you all to himself.
He doesn’t wipe your tears, though.
No.
He’s admiring you. Admiring how scared you are of him, and he grins menacingly. Your heart sinks at his next words.
“Aww, pip’s we’re doing this again? You just don’t wanna cum do you?”
You have no time to respond when he grabs your thighs, spreading your legs wider as he brings them close to your head and his fingers piston in and out of you. The new angle has you squirming, a whine emitting from you. You feel his evol wrap around your legs, entrapping you in this position. His eyes are giving you a mocking look, and he lets out a dark chuckle, whispering right on your lips.
“Have you forgotten why you’re here, hm? Is my darling slut forgetting the rules I have placed? Why don’t you tell me what you did today?”
His fingers hit that spot deliciously with the new angle, and it has you trembling, mumbling a soft ‘fuck’ as you feel your orgasm approach closer. It’s getting harder to fight off the pleasure, your mind screaming at you to do something. It doesn’t help when he purposely pinches your clit with his other hand, and you cry out.
He grabs your face, eyes darkening as he glares at you.
“Aw, going dumb already? Tch, I asked you a question—what did you do today?”
The look on his face with his condescending words made you realise you didn’t have a choice.
A sob broke out of your lips, “I-ah- tried to leave.”
Caleb nods his head slowly, a mocking gesture as he watches your breath get shakier, feeling your needy cunt clench tighter.
“What a smart girl, yet you weren’t smart today, were you?” His tone is flat, disappointing and irritated, while fingers rub at your clit now, your orgasm approaching quicker.
“Smart girls don’t break rules; they follow them. And when I tell you that you can’t leave the house at all, then you can’t leave. Understand pips?”
You meekly nod your head, and Caleb leans down to whisper in your ear.
“Because of that… you’re going to come on my fingers, and I’m going to fill you up as many times as I want.”
Your heart stutters at his words, and you can barely register what happens next as your orgasm crashes, a silent moan leaving you, and you soak up the sheets as well as Caleb’s fingers. You don’t have time to catch a breath when you hear the sound of a zipper that catches your attention, and you protest immediately.
“Caleb, please don’t do this. Don’t come in me, please.”
When his cock springs free, your eyes lock onto the angry red tip, his girthy size and length twitching, aching to be inside you. He ignores your pleas, aligning his cock right at your entrance.
Instead, he grins wickedly.
“This will give you a reason not to leave again.”
He slides in one single push, groaning as he throws his head back, teeth biting his bottom lip harshly as he slowly starts to set a pace.
“Shit, you’re tighhtt.” You hear the roughness behind his lustful tone.
Feeling his big cock inside your needy pussy instead of his fingers had you in a chokehold. Your face contorts in pleasure once he gets faster, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix at every thrust. His hand latches onto your throat, his balls slapping against your ass, and he lets out a deep moan.
“Look at you,” he coos and taunts when your eyes roll back, “smart girl goin’ dumb on her gege’s cock.”
You clench at his words, whining when you feel his fingers on your clit again.
“Fuckkk, aren’t you such a filthy girl? I know you wanna come so bad, pips. Come all over this big cock that’s turning you into a brainless slut?”
His degrading words have the knot in your stomach tighten further while he groans.
“Shit, I’m close pips.”
“I’m gonna come in you, okay? Gonna—fuck— come in this fucking needy cunt, and fill you up. Gonna make you have my babies. Fuck, don’t you want that pips? Be pregnant with my kids?”
Caleb rubs your clit in fast circles, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder as he thrusts even deeper into you. You arch your back, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as he spits onto your pussy, watching the way his cock slides in and out of you, wet and sticky with your arousal, and the sight alone has him nearly coming.
“Fuck, I’m gonna get you pregnant. That way, you’re always tied to me even if you—shit— try to leave me again.”
His words fall on deaf ears, and you struggle to form a coherent sentence as you clench tightly around him. The pressure builds, toes curling as a high-pitched moan escapes you when you come on his cock, some of it spraying on his bare chest and thighs. He moans, his cock coming to a halt, twitching as thick, hot ropes of cum spill inside you.
“Fuck…”
His cock slips out of your hole, and he awes at the sight of your cum-filled pussy. His fingers gather up the mess, watching it drip out, and he pushes some of it back inside while biting back a groan. You feel so drained, so betrayed because he never came in you before. You don’t have the energy to fight him further, not when he flips you onto your stomach, feeling him behind you as his arm flexes around your neck, bicep pressing right at your pulse point.
He kisses behind your ear, and you don’t notice the dark look on his face when he whispers to you.
“You’re never going to leave me ever, not when you’re mine.”
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john price who was used to be fit in the military, being his height, he was usually the bigger man in the room when simon wasn’t there.
now, since price took an early retirement few years ago, he had been eating well thanks to you. at first he availed his free time to fix as much things as he could in your house, renovating your yard and building your pool like he promised you when he was still working. but now that all of this was done, he became a professional in couch rotting.
he absolutely hated it, even as you assured him over and over that he was perfectly fine, and that he needed it, he still felt useless.
to not make it any better, john noticed that he was slowly loosing his muscles and a pouch of fat was starting to be noticeable in his lower abdomen. he was slower than before, wincing when getting up from the couch and he now necessarily needed his glasses to read.
however, he couldn’t help but love your delighted expression as you came home, happy to see him healthy and alive, clearly traumatised from all the years you spent waiting for him to come back from deployment. you'd hug him tightly and sigh contently at the feeling of his heartbeat against your temple.
even with all his worries, nothing could beat the moments you spent eating well together, or cooking when you had a day off ; price knew that you probably didn’t notice the weight he gained, and by the nights you spent together, he could tell you couldn’t care less.
"I just wanna be spoiled so bad" <- girl that proceeds to describe having access to necesities and having her most basic needs met as luxurious and the desire for that as greedy and punishment worthy
ok so: imagine you’re a first time skier and accidentally wind up going off the path and getting lost. it’s dark outside now and you’re beginning to lose hope until you see a light in the distance.
it’s a log cabin w some lights on in the window. you knock on the door and no one answers but since the door was open you figure you’d let yourself in.
you didn’t know if it was the cold messing with your brain or not but you decide to shower and get out of your freezing wet clothes (even though you have no idea if someone lives in this cabin and when they’ll be back)…
enter simon: who had been practically forced to go on leave by price bc he hadn’t had a day off in months. price also offered up his cabin in the middle of nowhere to simon, and who was he to say no to his captain’s orders and the offer of peace and solitude.
he had just gone on a quick supply run when he came back to the house and discovered there was someone in the house who had left their ski gear in a wet pile at the door, and was currently in his shower.
he opens the door to the bathroom and to his shock he sees a pretty bird sudsing up her body in his soap (hehe, not that one). she screams and attempts to cover herself (too late).
you’re thinking that you’re going to die tonight and ghost is thinking that he just got home delivery.
surely treating suicide as the most horrible forbidden thing possible and making it difficult to discuss candidly not only through social stigma but also the threat of kidnapping and forced drugging will prevent people from doing something that makes me personally uncomfortable
Amnesia fic and it’s you waking up in the hospital to a sleeping Simon Riley in the chair at your bedside. Which is confusing, because who is he?
Amnesia fic but it’s Simon Riley finally closing his eyes after 48 hours of standing vigilantly in your hospital room, waiting for you to wake up. Waiting, because he can’t risk you opening your eyes and turning to a nurse or doctor with a panicked face, trying to tell them that he did this to you.
Decided to render that doodle of him from before. I'm so in love with this man. I've never felt this way so fast about a fictional character except for Jean Vicquemare from Disco Elysium, BUT JOHN IS CONSUMING MY BRAIN MERCILESSLY.
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