I still remember reading something about Kidnapper!Simon Riley a few months back and i still think about it. Heres my take 😭
Warnings: Kidnapping, probably a little ooc (not intentionally), dubcon
Kidnapper!Simon who thinks you’re the sweetest little thing to grace this earth, even as you kick and claw at him.
Simon would never force you into his arms, no, hes willing to play the long game. But when you refuse to eat or drink what he provides you out of protest, he wont watch his little bird starve.
“I know, birdie. I know.” He grunts in a sick attempt to be soothing as thick, gloved fingers push food into your mouth. His other hand is squeezing the hinges of your jaw to keep your mouth wedged open.
“I don’t like it either, love. I know your scared.”
He tilts your head back.
“Swallow, love.”
When he’s not forcing you to take care of yourself, he usually just quietly observes. He’ll leave puzzles out on the table for you, maybe even your phone on the days you dont bite him. (He doesnt tell you that hes bugged the damn thing so you cant text anyone for help)
Some days, though. Youre actions even suprise him.
There’s been days where he’s decided to give you more space than usual, where he wont even watch you. What catches him by suprise is when you purposefully seek him out, just to start hitting him or being all pouty in the corner of the rooms he’s in.
Its like you’re looking for a reaction.. He doesn’t understand why you walk in, all flushed and pouty just to start hitting him. Why do you-
Oh.
Wether it be sick delusion in Simon’s mind, or if he’s read you a little too well, he figures this is your reluctant way of asking for a good fucking.
He chuckles, striding over to the corner you’re pouting in.
“Alrigh’ sweetness. C’mere.” He croons, gathering you up against his chest even as you fight him.
“ ‘Ave i been neglecting you? Hm? Been too polite?”
He wrangles you onto the bed, ignoring the claw marks you leave down his chest and the weak protests and insults you spit at him.
You yelp as he makes quick work of your clothes, the cold air hitting your puffy cunt as soon as your panties are off.
God, its been ages.
“Fuck..” Simon breathes. If they could, his eyes would bulge out of his head.
He’s quick to fish his hard cock out of his trousers, the sight only amplifiying your protests and how you scowl and scratch at him. His arms are red with your marks.
“Easy, birdie. I’ll go nice and slow, yeah? It’ll feel so good..” He coos, pawing at your tits as his tip nudges your pussy.
When he finally fucks into you, as nice and slow as he promised, you hate how good it feels.
You hate that the slight curve of his dick nudges against that spongy spot inside of you so nicely.
You hate the praise and the way he coos at you, and how he tells you how ‘good ya feel wrapped around him’.
You hate the sounds that spill past your lips; mewls and whines for more, or just downright moans that bless his ears.
“That’s it, birdie.. doesn’t tha’ feel good, hm? Is this what you needed?” He croons, eyes fixed on your blissed out face as your orgasm peaks.
But what Simon loves the most?
The way you act afterward. All subdued and sweet; no longer scratching or fighting him. You lean your head against his chest, softly mouthing at it as your eyelids flutter shut.
Synopsis: Despite being born into a rich family, your simple needs weren't fulfilled, and you weren't treated and loved like a child properly. And, against all odds, your kidnapper was the one who was able to satisfy your basic necessities and became your guardian.
Note: English is my second language
enjoy!
Doing all the wealthy guys' dirty work? Cassius is already used to it. For him, it's just another normal day in his world, completing another "under the table" job assigned by his shitty boss. It's already clear that he thinks about the life he could have had if he hadn't been born into this world.
So just imagine it when he kidnapped you, a rich family's child. He thought you'd be loudly crying like some spoiled nepo baby—
—and indeed you did cry, however it was different from what he imagined.
Of all things, you cried because he gave you a bed to sleep, food to eat, water to drink—in short, all the basic necessities. Aren't you supposed to have all that, but in a luxurious version? You know, with silk sheets and caviar?
Instead of you crying like some sort of unruly child, you clung onto him, your small fingers digging into his worn leather jacket, your breath hitching as you fought back the tears while thanking him endlessly.
He was baffled. He couldn't believe you weren't begging to be returned to your luxurious life. Weren't you supposed to beg him to go back home? Or is his mind playing tricks on him...?
Surely you were just clinging onto him like a koala and acting to get favors right...?
And when he tried to contact your rich, good-for-nothing parents you did the opposite—you clung onto him, your small hands gripping his arm, begging him not to.
Now, he was really confused. Don't blame him for not getting any clues, he's just a man who's too busy fulfilling his jobs, not realizing his living under a rock.
He was horrified and dumbfounded when he dug some information about your well-being, discovering that you weren't properly taken care of—and let me tell you that he took it to heart. And instead of returning you, he kept you, protected you, and treated you like a human being.
He didn't care if his boss complained about him not doing his job properly and threatened him. After all, Cassius was a guy who did a lot of killings and shady businesses, so his boss should be the one to fear him and be threatened whenever he felt his presence.
Cassius abandoned his task and threatened his boss to give him the paycheck, which was really successful because he had scary privileges, and acted as your guardian.
He took you to different places, buying you everything your heart desired, plushies, desserts, toys, clothes, anything no matter the cost.
Whenever Cassius had missions, he'd bring you along, his presence comforting you. He'd be protecting you like some sort of bodyguard, his hand always close at hand, ready to shield you from anything.
One time, when you accidentally saw him beat up a guy, he feared that you'd get scared of him. However, you were giggling, considering that you were just an innocent and clueless child.
Making you laugh, he'd do everything to make you laugh, smile or giggle. Despite him being a big scary guy, it was an easy job for him to make you laugh.
At times when you were crying, you'd clung onto him and he'd soothe you, until you'd fall asleep in his arms. After that, he'd find who made his baby cry like that, and maybe, beat them to death? It's not Cassius' fault, it's the only choice he had...
He would sacrifice himself for you at any time, given that you weren't properly loved and cared for, because you were his child despite the circumstances.
He would do things that your parents didn't fulfill in your life, even simple things. Like tucking you to sleep, reading you a book, singing you a lullaby, combing your hair, anything that you could imagine.
You were his child after all, a child to be loved and taken care of.
