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Summary: Mason Blackwair always knew you'd be his. His sweet little dove, kept peacefully by his side, it's such a shame you've gotten so disillusioned with the teachings, but that's fine. It just gives him the opportunity to keep you with him forever now, willing or not.
CW: gaslighting, stabbing, cults, abuse of power, pet names, religious themes/wording, breeding, disassociating (reader), non-con, dycraphilia, dubious consent, loss of virginity, threats & as always if you think I missed anything just pm or say anything!
Note: peeks in and waves hi! Hope you guys like this one if you want a part 2 let me know!! ~ bunny
You are a member of your family's cult. Recently, you've begun to doubt your faith and the cult members found you guilty; as punishment, you were chosen to sacrifice yourself in the name of God.
At night you came to your priest, Mason Blackwair cell to ask him to mitigate your punishment. Mason sits quietly and calmly, his face illuminated by the light of a candle, his thin long fingers running over the pages of the Bible. Finally, Mason notices you standing in the aisle and smiles brightly. Despite the certain joy in his face, it is obvious that his smile is fake and here just for the sake of politeness.
“Hello, my dear dove. What brings you here?”
Mason doesn't let you answer and interrupts you with a little laugh.
“Ah, wait! I think I got it, little dove. Did you come here to talk about your punishment? I am sorry to tell you this, but I cannot influence the sacrifice in any way. Soon I will become the leader of our beautiful commune and that is why I need to maintain the reputation of a strict and fair manager…”
For a second, something like annoyance and sadness flashes in Mason's eyes and he quickly turns away.
“My advice is… To open your heart for salvation, little dove. Perhaps our Lord will hear your request.”
"The same Lord who wants them to tie me to the altar and cut me until I'm cleansed?”
You demanded softly, teary eyed as you looked into his eyes, the eyes that once belonged to your childhood friend. The sweet boy who used to pick flowers with you and run around the commune, now turned into nothing but a stranger.
Mason pauses for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if he is trying to find something in your expression. Finally, he stands up from his seat and walks towards you, stopping just inches away from you.
"My dear dove… Do you know what this sacrifice means? It doesn't mean that they want to kill you. They want God to purify your soul by shedding your blood.”
Mason puts a hand on your shoulder, smiling gently at you.
"Look at me, little dove. You know how much I care about you and the commune's faith. But it doesn't mean that I am blind to the human side of things. I will talk with your father and see what we can do for you."
At this point, there is a sincere and caring note in Mason's voice.
"But remember, our Lord has a plan for all of us, even when it seems like He is leading us through dark paths."
You just shook, rage and fear in your veins. You quickly turned away and left him behind, crying now. It broke his heart to see you so upset, he reached out for you but only touched empty air as you exited with the final parting words.
"I'm retiring to my prison.”
Mason watches you retreat silently, his expression unreadable. Once you are out of sight, he sighs deeply and picks up the Bible again. He flips through its pages, frowning at whatever it is that he sees.
After a few minutes of brooding in silence, Mason closes the book and walks towards the door of his cell. Before leaving, he turns back to look at the empty room with a sad smile on his lips.
"I hope you'll forgive me someday for what I'm about to do."
He murmurs softly before blowing out the candles and leaving it behind, retiring to his bedroom.
You spent the entire night crying your eyes out, lamenting that all you'd see tomorrow was the crazed looks of the people you once thought of as family, your weak pathetic cries echoing around your cell.
You stood still as your parents led you to the altar, your father offering soft whispers of apologies as he and your mother tied you down, a knife lay beside the altar. You looked up at the ceiling, teary-eyed.
As you lay tied to the altar, your family gathers around with solemn expressions. The room is dimly lit and there's a faint smell of incense in the air.
Mason steps forward, his robes rustling as he walks towards the altar. He stops at the edge, looking down at his dove with an unreadable expression.
"Dear little dove…" Mason says softly, reaching for one of your hands. "You are about to become a vessel for our Lord's power. Do not be afraid.”
Mason picks up the knife from beside the altar and holds it gently in his hand.
"I will be performing this sacrifice myself," he adds. "May God have mercy on your soul."
With that said, Mason places a gentle kiss on your forehead before raising the knife above his head with both hands.
"Do not resist," he whispers to your ear. "Receive His love."
You closed your eyes and sobbed, refusing to let that sick yet soft look in his eyes be the last thing you saw.
Mason hesitates for a brief moment, his grip on the knife faltering slightly as he hears you crying. A flicker of emotions crosses his face before he quickly regains his composure.
"Dear dove," Mason says softly, almost pleadingly. "Do not be afraid. The pain is temporary but the glory you will experience afterward is eternal."
With that said, Mason slowly lowers the knife towards your chest.
"May our Lord have mercy on your soul," he whispers as he plunges the blade into your flesh.
The sacrifice lasts only a few seconds - it's short, but terrifying- and everything becomes blurry to you, as if you'd been transported out of your body and that someone else was experiencing this torment instead of you.
When it's over you feel weak and faint.
When you awoke, you were back in your bedroom, your mother sitting on a chair beside you. She reached out to touch you and you flinched terrified, letting out a loud sob.
As you awaken in your bedroom, you see your mother sitting beside your bed on a chair. She reaches out to touch you, but flinches when she sees that you are terrified of her and immediately backs away.
"Shh… it's alright," Your mother says softly, trying to comfort you. "You're safe now, my dear.” you want to scream ‘LIAR’ at her as she speaks, saying you were safe. You felt horrible and terror filled your body.
Mason enters the room and stands at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, watching silently as your mother tries to calm you down.
"You did well today," he says coolly. "Thanks for receiving His love."
Although his words are praised-like, they do nothing to produce any emotion or feeling from him. He watches you, shaking and looking like a terrified animal, like a lamb who barely escaped the slaughter. He wants to say more but knows nothing he says will help you.
It was like seeing a ghost, his little dove no longer did as they usually did. There were no more sweet smiles or hymns sung as chores were completed, no more treats baked with trays especially reserved for Mason. Instead his dove was shut away, in their room, only going out for meals and sermons or whenever their parents coaxed them out.
Mason notices the change in your behavior and it bothers him deeply. He cannot help but wonder if he's partly responsible for what happened to you.
One day, he decides to visit you in your room. When he enters, you are sitting alone by the window staring out at the sky. You look up when you hear him come in.
"Little dove," Mason says softly as he approaches you. "I'm here to talk with you.”
There's a slight tremble in his voice - an unusual vulnerability that shows that even someone like him has feelings.
"I know that things have been difficult for you lately," he continues, taking a seat beside you on the bed. "But I want you to understand that everything we do is for the greater good of our commune and our faith."
He places a hand on yours and looks into your eyes with deep concern.
"You can always talk with me if there's something troubling you."
You stared blankly back. "I am fine. I've been cleansed by the knife.” You whispered softly and finally looked at him with vacant and distant eyes.
Mason nods slowly, sensing that there's something you're not telling him.
"I see," he says quietly. "But I can see that you're still hurting inside. And I want to help you."
He takes a deep breath and continues, "Little dove, I know that the sacrifice was traumatic for you. But it was necessary for our faith. You were chosen because we believe that your spirit is strong enough to endure it."
He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching her face.
"But if you're still feeling lost or confused… You can talk to me about it. Remember: Our faith is in everything."
"I used to play the piano. Right? Or did I sing? My memory is confusing.” You looked up at him, sadly. Shaking slightly as you stared at nothing. “I don't know who I am anymore, Mason. I'm scared.”
Mason furrows his brow slightly, unsure of what you are trying to say. He doesn't remember you ever playing any instrument.
"I'm not sure what you mean, little dove," he says with a frown. "What are you talking about?”
"I don't remember who I was before the sacrifice. Who was i? Who am I now? I'm scared Mason, so scared. Who was I before you drove the knife into me?”
Mason freezes at your words, his mind processing what you just said. He stands up from the bed and takes a few steps away from you, his face contorted with shock. He thought you'd forgotten he'd been the one to do it.
"What are you talking about?" he asks harshly. "I never drove the knife into you, little dove."
His voice is cold and hard, and there's a hint of anger in it.
"Who told you such lies? You are mistaken. Your mind is playing tricks on you dove." Mason mutters as he knelt between your thighs, grasping your hands in his and squeezing them. “Fret not little dove, your mind will get better.”
"May our Lord have mercy on your soul." It's spoken in a mockery of Mason's voice. You looked at him slightly confused, "That's what you spoke, right? Unless um, I misheard… but it sounded like you-”
Mason's eyes widen in realization as you speak. He takes a step closer to you, his expression softening.
"Oh, little dove…" he says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to go through this."
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
"You are right… It was me who drove the knife into your heart. I did it because our Lord told me so in a vision - it was His will that you be sacrificed.”
Mason cups your face gently and looks into your eyes with compassion.
"But please believe me when I say that everything we do is for the greater good of our faith. Your family has devoted their lives to serving Him."
“Y-you did? But- w-why? It hurt- a lot-” You were working yourself up into a panic before he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Hush, little dove, you're recovering, do not strain yourself, you know why. In order to cleanse you, now enough of this. Rest and cease thinking about such things further.”
Mason looks away from you for a moment, his eyes full of sadness.
"I know you're not thinking clearly right now," he says quietly. "But I still feel responsible for what happened to you. I know that you must hate me now… But please understand that it was never my intention to hurt you."
He takes a deep breath and continues, "All I wanted is to protect our faith and people from the evil in this world. Sacrifices are painful, but they purify our souls and make us stronger - so we can better serve Him.” Mason murmured and hugged you tightly to his chest.
"I f-feel upset. You're supposed to protect me, yet you drove a knife into me and now that- that everyone in the commune saw it- i- I'll be alone forever and my parents won't find me a spouse.” Your lip wobbled and you sniffled slightly, clinging to him. You were unable to see his cruel and satisfied smile as he held you, petting your hair softly.
Mason listens to your words with a sinking heart. He knows that it is true - he did drive the knife into you, and that decision has caused you so much pain.
"I… I had no choice," he says quietly, almost to himself. "It was His will."
Fake tears glisten in his eyes as Mason looks at you, finally realizing the weight of his actions.
"You're right," he says softly. "I should have protected you, not hurt you. I cannot change what happened now… But I promise you this: I will do everything in my power to help you recover from this. Starting right now.”
Mason gently kisses you, his lips pressing against yours as he speaks. “I'll remedy this immediately, you and I shall marry. That way you won't be alone.” He doesn't give you a moment to speak, already pressing you against the bed, kissing you deeply now.
You let out a muffled noise of confusion and panic, squirming underneath him and pushing at his chest. His lips finally move away only to seek your neck and leave bites and bruises upon it as you gasped and whimpered. “A-ah! M-mason- wait- p-please hold on- i-”
His head lifts up, looking at you with his eyes blown wide as he grunts an acknowledgement to your words, “Yes my dove? Sh, it's alright, who better to take responsibility than the one responsible for your misfortunes? Relax, or would you rather this happen at the altar later? Where everyone, will see and hear you?”
You trembled slightly the idea of that happening terrifying you to your core yet feeling slightly exhilarating. Mason grinned, feeling you relax and continued making his way to your waist.
Mason kissed down until he reached your entrance, humming softly as he placed his hands firmly on your squirming thighs, grunting loudly as he forced them open. “Enough of that, do not do that again or I will have to tie you down. Understood little dove?”
You nodded, or tried to as you gasped softly and whimpered out a moan at the feeling of his tongue licking and sucking at your entrance, no one had ever touched you there. “Mhmph! M-mason! Hng- t-too much!”
Mason puts a comforting hand on your thighs. He pulls away from between your thighs, face covered in his own saliva and your fluids that ran down your inner thighs.
"I understand that it can be scary, little dove. But I promise you, nothing will harm you here with me."
He gives you a reassuring smile. Breathing heavily as he speaks, his fingers finding their way to your still quivering entrance which he circled a finger around.
"Besides, my love for you is as pure as the intentions of our God. All we have to do is make love and everything will be alright.”
Mason's finger breached your entrance, slick with something that made it easier to handle, slowly thrusting his finger in and out. He gave you plenty of reassurance and pressed kisses to your thighs and stomach.
“Dove, you must relax, you're still clenching up and tensing up. You'll hurt yourself more than me if you don't relax.” With those words he sunk another finger inside, his free hand pinning your hips down to the bed when he felt you buck upwards.
Mason grunted as he felt your tight heat around his fingers, if you were this tight around his fingers you'd never be able to fully take all of his cock. He didn't want to hurt you more than necessary, not yet at least.
“Sh, sh dove, easy there we go, good little pet.” He murmured as you whimpered and moaned, feeling his fingers hit something inside of you that had you unable to breath. You heaved slightly and looked down at him through tearful eyes.
“M-mason- please- ngh! That feels….. mhm! Good-” You moaned out and let your head drop against the pillows, falling into a dream-like state as you allowed him to continue. “M-more…. Please give me more-”
Mason grinned at your words, a sinister gleam in his eyes before he cooed and slid his fingers out, shushing your confused whines with a simple kiss before he undressed himself and tore your remaining clothes off.
"As our Lord wishes," he whispers between kisses, his voice reverent yet filled with desire.
Mason aligned his cock with your entrance, sliding it through your messy thighs first to coat it before he spread your legs and slowly sunk in.
“P-please, please be mhmph! Gentle, please Mason?” You whimpered softly, eyes locked on him as he looked down at you, mouth drying when he saw your flushed and tear stained cheeks.
Mason looks down at you with tender eyes, his hand running up and down your side soothingly.
"I will take care of you, little dove," he says softly. "I promise."
With a gentle but firm motion, Mason fully enters you, slowly thrusting in and out of your body. His movements are gentle at first, but soon become more passionate as the intensity increases.
As he fucks you, Mason whispers religious phrases to you: "pray to me", "I am your God", "repent for your sins". He continues kissing and caressing every inch of your body, making sure that you are comfortable throughout the entire ordeal. Even as he feels you twitching around his cock, your own fluids covering both his cock and your thighs and stomach. How many orgasms had he wrung from your body? Five? Ten? You lost count.
He's filled you up more times than you can count, you thought he was trying to breed you and knock you up the way he came and came. You couldn't move as you moaned and whimpered, unable to speak much less move and do something about him fucking your sensitive body.
When he's finished, Mason pulls himself out and lays down beside you, holding you close to him. The room is silent except for the sound of breathing as you both catch your breath after Mason seemed to fill you up so much a slight bulge could be seen, you shifted trying to get comfortable yet only felt his cum leaking out your spent hole.
"Sleep now, little dove," he whispers softly into your ear. "We have obeyed our Lord's wishes. Soon enough tomorrow, we will marry and you'll live with me, my perfect little dove who won't have to do anything but obey and listen.”
You fell asleep, cuddled into his side as he looked down at you, a possessive look in his eyes. He'd deal with the consequences of your parents finding you two together in the morning for now, he'd happily hold his little dove and admire the marks he gifted them.
Mason stays awake, holding you close to him throughout the night. As the sun begins to rise and light filters through the window of your private quarters, he kisses your forehead again before getting up.
"I must leave now, little dove," he says quietly. "But know that I am always here for you."
As he dresses in his priestly vestments, Mason turns back to look at you, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Now go back to sleep and rest as much as possible. And remember what we did was pure love. Our wedding will be soon.”
He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips before making his way out of your room and back into the world outside.
ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ warnings/triggers: toxic masculinity, misogyny, traditional values/views, baby trapping, non-con, threats of abuse, abuse of power, power imbalances, kidnapping, threats of violence, gaslighting, victim blaming, slut shaming, forced relationship, forced feminization and murder
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⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ summary: Jaxon hated it when you got like this. Crying and cowering as if he was some kind of monster, looking at him in fear as if he'd ever risen a hand to you before. Sure he smacked you around a few times before but that was just because you wouldn't listen and kept trying to go out and get a job, as if Jaxon didn't provide enough for you. It pissed him off, especially now since you had tried breaking up with him last month. That lead to now, with Jaxon standing over you in the bedroom, watching you cry. "C'mon baby.... please stop crying, I had to kill him... he put those dumb thoughts into your head. Stop crying already, or else I'll give you something to really cry over goddammit!"
Jaxon was breathing heavily as he dragged the body out to the backyard, lugging it to the already dug hole and grunting as he kicked it into the dirt. Your pathetic cries from beside him made him pause and he awkwardly looked at the wrapped body. "...he wasn't even all that babe, dude barely even fought back. The guy totally couldn't have protected you even if you were together!" His words did little to help as you just cried harder and Jaxon sighed as if this whole scene was a minor inconvenience.
He gently guided your trembling form back inside and sat you on the couch, wrapping a blanket around both your bodies. Jaxon cradled you in his still bloody form, tightly as if you'd disappear the moment he released you. "Sh, its okay baby... I just had to. I couldn't let him take you away, couldn't let him fill your pretty little head with more fucking lies..."
Your body kept quivering from both horror and fear as he said those crazed words. You felt his hands tightening around your hips and felt the familiar fear claw itself up your throat. Jaxon nudged your chin up, smiling at you sweetly as if he hadn't just murdered your date in cold blood an hour ago. His lips found yours in a sweet kiss that soon turned rough as he ground his hips up against you, fingers digging into your hips as he groaned lowly into the kiss.
"It's alright now, I promise. I forgive you, I forgive you for getting tricked by that awful guy. It wasn't your fault sweetheart. You wouldn't have left otherwise right?" Jaxon muttered obsessively and forced you to look him in the eyes as he repeated himself. His hands roamed across your back and landed on your ass which he immediately squeezed as if on instinct. A wolfish grin on his face at your startled yelp and jolt.
The moment your guard was down, he attacked. His lips found yours in a rough and demanding battle as his hands tugged at your pretty outfit, tearing and ripping it off your body in one yank. You felt the cool air of your house hit your bare skin but had little time to process it as Jaxon immediately got to work. His hands wandering between your thighs, soft and feather light touches that bordered on innocent if it wasn't for the way his grin sharpened whenever you let out involuntary moans.
"Knew you missed me just as much as I missed you. Course ya did, you need a big strong man like me to keep you safe, protect you and provide for you." He muttered lowly as he left bites and bruises on your throat, his free hand kept you pinned to his chest as his other hand groped and played with you. "If you hadn't ran off with him, that poor guy would still be alive you know. It's your fault he's dead."
You shuddered as his hands slipped even farther down, touching you just right and you bit your lower lip to hold back, whimpers and sobs as Jaxon spoke. You couldn't think straight, not with his hand between your thighs as you felt yourself growing closer to your release. Then just as abruptly as he started, Jaxon stopped and his hand stilled, unmoving. You whined quietly, cheeks flushed and chest heaving as you looked up into his eyes.
"Say it. Tell me it's your fault."
His words were blunt and firm as he spoke, a pit formed in your stomach. You knew what he meant and he knew it too. He wanted you to admit it, to admit that your actions took the life of an innocent man. You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him he was wrong.
"Admit it. Say I'm sorry for being a whore and making you kill that man, Jaxon. Say it."
You trembled in his lap, panting as his words swirled in your head, it wasn't your fault... was it? Jaxon had always told you that he'd do anything to keep you with him, maybe it was your fault. For daring to break the heart of the man who clearly loved you deeply. You yelped as Jaxon moved his hand again and started trembling as you spoke, tears running down.
"It's my fault. I'm sorry for being a whore and making you kill him. I'm sorry Jaxon-"
Those words were like music to his ears. Jaxon immediately resumed his actions, forcing you to cum on his fingers with a high keen that left you breathless and slumping against his chest, heaving. He grinned maniacally and wiped his fingers clean on your torn clothes. Holding you close and cuddling you as he murmured soothing noise to help you calm down.
"See how easy it was? I forgive you baby. I know you didn't mean any of it. So this is all the punishment you're getting. Now sleep, you're exhausted."
You hardly heard him as you slowly fell into unconsciousness in his possessive arms, exhausted by the ordeal you'd just gone through. Too exhausted to care as he carried you up to the bedroom. You had no choice but to allow it as his hands washed you up and held you tightly as you both fell asleep together.
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ notes: I know I promised Mason content a long time ago but I got busy and uninspired. However I'm back now and certainly inspired!! I hope you guys enjoyed this and as usual likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated. I also enjoy dms or asks!! I'm friendly I promise!! - bunny
Hello all!! I'm looking to open up commissions on my writing, ill write just about anything and depending on the length you want it'll cost differently lol.
One shot (800 words): 5 bucks
Full fic (1,600 words & up to 2 parts): 10-15 bucks
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I'm open to writing anything, I specialize in yandere, monsters, smut, angst and just about anything <3
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this story is meant to be open-ended and vague. a collection of scenarios between simon and his mail-ordered bride.
cross-posting on ao3
cw: this piece isn't necessarily nsfw or dark, but i will not promise it won't contain these themes as these pieces are literally posted on the spot with random prompts (18+)
— ♡⋆ SYNOPSIS: You haven’t been able to see Zayne in weeks, his job as a doctor requiring him often. And when he finally got a day off, he was needy as f*ck!
— ♡⋆ TW: fem! reader, sexual content, established relationship, pwp, grammar errors, soft dom, making out, pet names, titty stim, oral (fem), big dick Zayne, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it), missionary to mating press, breeding, p in v
A/N My inbox is wide open ready for y'all to fill it up with some lads requests cause i need some fluff and smut in here or you can just yap to me <3🤭💋Shout out to Zayne’s sluts, I loved this memory for him so much
You haven't been able to see Zayne for weeks now! He’s been so concentrated on his work, forgetting to take care of himself.
You rarely see him anymore, each morning and night you spend by yourself. Zayne doesn’t even realize how pent up and neglected you felt!
Somehow, Zayne was able to take a day off. A day is enough for the two of you to enjoy each other's company.
“I’ve missed you so much” Zayne whispers quietly, only loud enough for you to hear him.
He has you pressed against his desk, his hands holding your face gently. Zayne’s thumb smoothes over your soft skin, his gaze flickering over your face.
He presses himself closer to you, keeping you trapped against his desk. His warm breath fans on your face, making you shiver in anticipation.
You rest your hands over his, your gaze lowering to stare at his lips. “I’ve missed you more, Zayne” you sigh, your hand sliding up his chest.
He groans softly, watching your hands slide further up his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, pounding and pounding.
He leans closer, pressing his lips against yours tenderly. You can tell he’s holding himself back, separately wanting you to consume you on the spot.
It’s a pleasant kiss, gentle and unrushed kiss. His lips feel so lovely against yours, coaxing you for more.
Zayne pulls away, breathing heavily. He draws you back, tilting his head to the side, humming approval when you melt into his hold.
He tongue brushes against your bottom lip, begging for a more passionate kiss. He keeps a hand on your cheek, the other glides down to grip your hips tightly.
This is exactly what you wanted, what you needed. You purr, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.
His hand on your cheek lets go, moving behind you. Zayne shoves everything off his desk in one swoop, countless essential papers scattering onto the ground.
You push at his chest, pulling away from his lips. Zayne stares at you with a hint of confusion in his eyes, offended that you pulled away.
“Z-Zayne.. you didn’t have to-“ you start, moaning when he slots his lips against yours again.
His tongue slips into your mouth, eagerly exploring your mouth. His tongue meets yours, rolling and caressing your tongue.
Fuck, you can already feel yourself getting wet, just from kissing! In your defense, Zayne knows how to kiss.
You can tell he’s slowly losing it, the kiss turning from sweet and slow to messy and impatient. Zayne grinds his clothes cock against your leg, groaning agaisnt your lips.
His grip tightens on your hips, eliciting a whimper from you. He messily kisses you, drool seeping from your lips.
Your brows furrow, your mind fogging. He must have missed you a lot.
You push at his chest, desperate for air. Zayne allows you to pull away, watching you with hungry and desperate eyes.
A thin string of spit connects your lips to his, quickly breaking. You pant, your cheeks flushed pinkish red.
“Hah.. Zayne” you whisper, struggling to catch your breath from the intense kiss.
“My love..” He breaths, trying to pull you back for more.
You whimper, pressing your hands against his swollen lips. He kisses your hand, shutting his eyes.
“N-no more…” you plead, gasping when he grabs your ass.
He sets you onto his desk, parting your thighs apart. His hand goes under your, his, shirt, sending delicious shivers through your body.
He tugs off your shirt, exhaling when he sees your breast droop down. You stay quiet, nibbling on your bottom lip.
He cups your left breasts, squeezing gently. “So soft.. and warm” Zayne murmurs, so deep and raspy, it sends a heat pool to your belly.
He fondles at your tit, needy palming at your chest. His other pushes at your chest gently, forcing you to lay against the desk.
He kisses your right breasts, sucking the nipple into his mouth. You whimper, running your fingers through his hair.
His tongue laps at the bud, coaxing it to stiffen up. You glance down at him, he’s enjoying himself.
A wet pop echoes his work room when Zayne pulls away from your nipple, kissing the hardened bud softly. Your nipple is coated in a thin sheet of his salvia, shining in the dim light.
Zayne kisses the valley between your breasts, peppering more delicate kisses to your left breasts.
His hand fondles and gropes your right breasts while he flicks and sucks onto your nipple, stimulating the nerve.
“Ooh~ fuck..” you moan softly, your back arching off the desk.
Zayne’s gaze flickers to your face, drinking up your reactions. He pulls away from the hard bud, kissing down to your plump belly.
He kisses further down, stopping at your abdomen. “Lift your hips for me” he whispers.
You lift your hips off his desk, making it easier for Zayne to tug off your shorts. He tugs your panties off, eyeing the wet spot where your cunt rests.
He directs his attention back to you, grabbing your soft thighs. He tugs them open, exposing your glistening pussy to his hungry eyes.
“You’re so wet..” Zayne utters to himself, marveling at how your pussy looks so pretty.
He runs a slender finger through your folds, smearing your juices onto his finger.
“Could you blame me..?”
“It’s been too long” you mewl, your pussy fluttering around nothing.
You can feel your clit throbbing and aching, begging for his attention. Your pussy is begging to be filled up, your arousal oozing from your hole.
“I’m sorry, my love” He apologizes.
“I don’t mean to neglect you” Zayne sighs, dragging you his fingers to your swollen clit.
“Ngh..hmph. It’s not just about me, you know” you moan, clenching around nothing when he rubs tight circles onto your clit.
“You’re worried for me?” he asks, bending closer to your cunny.
“Ngh! Y-yes” you mewl, shoving when you feel his hot breath against your cunt.
Zayne grabs your thighs, fingers digging into your supple skin. He holds you in place, pressing his face closer to your pussy.
His tongue runs through your pussy lips, to your hole to your aching clit. He rolls his tongue around your engorged clit, groaning in approval at the flavor of you melting into his tongue.
He lets go of your thighs, his thumb holding your folds apart. He’s got you exposed fully, allowing his tongue to apologize for neglecting your needs.
Zayne laps at your clit, swirling and flicking his tongue against the good. “Hah- Zayne” you whine, bucking your hips while squirming away from his mouth.
You didn’t know whether you should push your pussy to his mouth or away. Zayne pulls away from your pussy, having a bruising grip on your thighs.
“Don’t try to escape, my love” Zayne whispers, slotting his lips back against your clit.
You wail in response, your eyes fluttering shut. Your face scrunches up, enjoying the blissful pleasure.
But, you can tell Zayne is still holding back, carefully lapping at your clit. “Z-Zayne, babe..” you coo.
“Please, stop holding back” you beg, glancing down your sweaty body to see him.
He looks so pretty like this. His glasses fogged up, tilting sideways. His eyes are hooded, needy and love evident in his eyes.
His cheek is dusted pink, his brows knitted. He pulls off his glasses quickly, carelessly tossing them beside you.
Hr buries his head between your thighs, messily lapping and licking through your slit. Zayne moans in approval at the sweet yet tangy flavor of your arousal, slurping up your juices.
His nose is pressed so nicely against your clit, enough pressure or make your toes curl up. Your squeal, your back arching off the desk again.
He licks up to your clit, sucking the engorged bud into his hot mouth. He sucks, shaking his head side to side.
The obscure squelching and slurping sound fills the room, your cries getting louder. “Ooh! Hng! W-wait!” You gasp.
But you don’t want him to stop, you want more. Zayne chases after your cunt, reeling you back to his hungry mouth.
You can feel a mixture of his spit and your arousal trickle down your ass, dripping down to the table. He plunges his tongue into your gummy entrance, your walls splitting apart.
“Z-Zayne! Please, I wanna cum with you. N-no more” you wail, pushing at his head.
He reluctantly pulls away from your sensitive pussy, multiple thin strings connecting your cunny to his lips.
Your juices are everywhere, on his lower chin and his nose. Zayne doesn’t utter a word, too busy breathing heavily.
He tugs off his shirt, allowing you to marvel at his delicious chest. You reach out hesitantly, in which he grabs your hands, pressing it causing his pecs.
“Do you feel that..?” He questions.
“Your heart..?” You ask.
“It’s beating fast, right?”
“Mmh” you nod your head.
“It’s because of you, you make me feel so helpless” Zayne says, letting go of your hand.
Your hand lingers against his pecs, gliding down his chest. He groans, undoing his belt.
He practically tears off his pants, his cock creating a large bulge in his boxers.
His cock left a precum stain, aching and throbbing in his boxers. Zayne tugs off his boxers, grunting when his cock lewdly slaps against his abdomen.
You gulp, your mouth going dry. You’ve never seen him so big and so turned on..
His cock is swollen, bulbous tip angry red, veins pulsing, and those balls heavy and aching. He holds his cock, pressing it against your belly.
He hums, measuring how deep his cock would be inside you. “I’ll be right here, sweetheart” he purrs, pressing his fingers into the fat of your belly.
You whimper, feeling his cock twitch against your stomach. His precum stains your skin, white speaks of cum on your belly.
Zayne slaps his cock against your cunt, eliciting a whimper and jolt from you. He glides his cock up and down through your pussy lips, coating it with your juices.
“Shit..” you whine, his tip nudging against your clit with every grind.
Once he deemed his cock was coated in your slick enough, he aligned the tip of his cock to your gummy entrance. “Please.. Zayne, I can’t wait any longer” you plea, wrapping your legs around his waist.
Zayne lets out a groan, his tip slipping inside your hungry cunt. “Fu-.. oh god..” Zayne moans, his cock plunging deeper into your pussy.
Your walls spread apart around his fat dick, a delicious stretch. It’s been too long, you're struggling to take his cock.
An addictive shiver runs through your body, your pussy still sucking his cock deeper inside. Your eyes roll back, your mouth making an “o” shape.
Zayne moans softly, you can feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside your cunt. He’s so deep, pressed against your poor cervix.
He grabs your love handles gently, pressing his fingers into the fat. His cock slips out of your cunt, shoving himself back inside you.
Plap plap plap
With every thrust his thighs meet your ass, the slapping sound filling his office. Your breasts and belly jiggle and bounce with every chest, wet slapping sounds echoing the room.
“Ngh! Hah, ooh~ fuck!” You wail, your hands resting on top of his.
Zayne pulls out until only his bulbous tip was inside, only to slide back inside your cunny. He nibbles at his lower lips, stifling those delicious grunts and groans.
His brows knitted in concentration, sweat trickling down his forehead. Sweat drips down his chest, so shiny and slick.
You moan uncontrollably, your eyes rolling back so far. “God, I love you so much..” he purr, pushing your knees to your chest.
You squeal in response, his cock hitting all your sensitive parts. You can feel him much better, that fat cock grinding against your gooey walls.
Zayne presses his knee into the table, fucking you in mating press. He rests his hands beside your head, his eyes roaming across your sweat body.
You can feel everything.
His fat balls slap at your ass, a pleasurable sting. “Z-Zayne, please cum in me!” You purr, a delirious look in your eyes.
“Ngh! Pl-please! Hah-“ you babble, drool seeping from your lips.
Zayne groans, wiping away the drool from your lips. He slots his lips against yours, kissing you passionately.
Your wails are muffled, your pussy clamping down. You feel so warm, that heat in your belly swelling and getting hotter.
His cock flinches, accidentally nudging your g-spot. You gently bite at Zayne’s lips, cumming around his cock.
He moans in surprise, grunting at how tight you are. His balls twitch, his cock swelling.
Hot cum shoots deep inside you, filling up your pussy. You dig your nails into his hand, giggling when he groans in pain.
He pulls away from your lips, a tired yet blissful expression on his face. You press your fingers to his lips, smiling when he kisses your finger.
“Doctor, is this an injection that should happen nightly?” You tease, whimpering when he drags his cock out of your sensitive pussy.
“Every night” Zayne jokes, pressing a tired kiss to your cheek.
you don't think you've ever felt special. well, maybe your mom or something told you that when you were younger but you never really believed it.
you're too normal.
not exceptionally good at one thing, nor are you decently good at everything. you're okay at some stuff and you don't have any particular interests that you're really passionate about. and you know bevause you've tried changing. it's never worked, it never will.
because you're just you.
sometimes you wish you had talent, because then at least you'd be good at something. to lack the passion but have talent, that would be a dream for you. could you imagine? being effortlessly good and having people flock to you without trying? or even the opposite would be nice. being passionate about something sounds... like a life worth living. like your life has purpose. meaning. so what if you don't have talent? at least you'd want to be better, to improve yourself, to have the drive to live.
you have neither, what can you do?
all you do is go through the motions. wake up, go to work, come home, repeat. you don't have any hobbies other than watching the occasional television. it's not like your life is exceptionally hard either. you're blessed with good parents who love you and a select few friends that you're thankful for.
yet there's this... aching gap in your chest that's yearning for something more. something you can't give it. why? because you're just not special enough. you never are. you know this already, there's no use trying to change it.
so you scroll on social media constantly, trying to fill the empty gap in your chest.
but if anything, it only makes the gap worse.
it shows how much you're missing out, how others have it better than you. how others have something going on for them that lets them stand out. something that makes them alive.
maybe it's just the way things are, the way your life was always destined to be. to be the background character that admires others, never the one being admired. the supporting character that stays stagnant with no character growth.
you're just too average.
just plain old you.
plain like a cracker.
never the first choice, never a choice at all.
you merely exist on this world, you're never truely alive and living life like others. and it's a rather unfortunate thing to be doing when you could be achieveing so much but you're just... you. you don't even know who you are. you're just someone, really.
or at least that's what you think of yourself. he could never see you like that. not when he thinks that you're the best thing to ever happen to him.
he's the exact opposite of you. charming, handsome, an absolute adonis on earth. he's perfect in every sense of the word. and he chose you to give his heart to.
you have no idea why he even fell for you in the first place. you're average. not pretty, not ugly, just somehwere in between. you're not particularly charming or whatsoever, a little awkward but can hold a conversation. sure you've dated once or twice but they weren't serious and you didn't feel bad about break up either. you didn't feel much to begin with.
but with him... well, you think that maybe you just might have a chance.
those encouraging words and affectionate gazes, do you think that perhaps there's someone out there who could potentially change the way you live? the way you've been aimlessly drifting about?
there's just no way.
but you think you'll take the chance. with him, you'll get to do things you've never done before. if not, you'll just go back to where you were before. stuck in the middle, living out your days in an endless cycle of contributing to the Earth's death. there's nothing bad in accepting his hand, his promise for a better life.
at the very least, you'll have someone who tells you he loves you. someone who tells you that you're special and that you mean something. someone that partially fills the hole.
you just want to be somebody, and he'll gladly help you out. he might be a little bit too obsessive and protective, but you guess it's just part of him. he can't change something that makes him who he is, change isn't easy. you know that well.
and doesn't it feel nice to be wanted?
just trust him, everything will be fine. he'll teach you how to live, what love feels like. he'll protect you, take care of you...
"i love you, darling."
are those lies or the truth? you don't know, but you don't really care. would someone who wants someone as average as you ever lie about something like that anyway?
his affection burns with such a hot intensity that you're pretty sure could never be fake. you can see that, you're not blind. he very obviously adores you. that much you're sure.
so just give in already, would you? it would make things a whole lot easier if you stopped trying to resist and make sense of the world. sometimes... some things are just destined to happen. like how you see yourself as shit and he thinks you're perfect. that destiny also includes being with him. he won't accept anything else anyway.
don't worry, you'll be very happy. he's sure of that.
ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ warnings/triggers: toxic masculinity, misogyny, traditional values/views, baby trapping, non-con, threats of abuse, abuse of power, power imbalances, kidnapping, threats of violence, gaslighting, victim blaming, slut shaming, forced relationship, forced feminization and murder
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⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ summary: Jaxon hated it when you got like this. Crying and cowering as if he was some kind of monster, looking at him in fear as if he'd ever risen a hand to you before. Sure he smacked you around a few times before but that was just because you wouldn't listen and kept trying to go out and get a job, as if Jaxon didn't provide enough for you. It pissed him off, especially now since you had tried breaking up with him last month. That lead to now, with Jaxon standing over you in the bedroom, watching you cry. "C'mon baby.... please stop crying, I had to kill him... he put those dumb thoughts into your head. Stop crying already, or else I'll give you something to really cry over goddammit!"
Jaxon was breathing heavily as he dragged the body out to the backyard, lugging it to the already dug hole and grunting as he kicked it into the dirt. Your pathetic cries from beside him made him pause and he awkwardly looked at the wrapped body. "...he wasn't even all that babe, dude barely even fought back. The guy totally couldn't have protected you even if you were together!" His words did little to help as you just cried harder and Jaxon sighed as if this whole scene was a minor inconvenience.
He gently guided your trembling form back inside and sat you on the couch, wrapping a blanket around both your bodies. Jaxon cradled you in his still bloody form, tightly as if you'd disappear the moment he released you. "Sh, its okay baby... I just had to. I couldn't let him take you away, couldn't let him fill your pretty little head with more fucking lies..."
Your body kept quivering from both horror and fear as he said those crazed words. You felt his hands tightening around your hips and felt the familiar fear claw itself up your throat. Jaxon nudged your chin up, smiling at you sweetly as if he hadn't just murdered your date in cold blood an hour ago. His lips found yours in a sweet kiss that soon turned rough as he ground his hips up against you, fingers digging into your hips as he groaned lowly into the kiss.
"It's alright now, I promise. I forgive you, I forgive you for getting tricked by that awful guy. It wasn't your fault sweetheart. You wouldn't have left otherwise right?" Jaxon muttered obsessively and forced you to look him in the eyes as he repeated himself. His hands roamed across your back and landed on your ass which he immediately squeezed as if on instinct. A wolfish grin on his face at your startled yelp and jolt.
The moment your guard was down, he attacked. His lips found yours in a rough and demanding battle as his hands tugged at your pretty outfit, tearing and ripping it off your body in one yank. You felt the cool air of your house hit your bare skin but had little time to process it as Jaxon immediately got to work. His hands wandering between your thighs, soft and feather light touches that bordered on innocent if it wasn't for the way his grin sharpened whenever you let out involuntary moans.
"Knew you missed me just as much as I missed you. Course ya did, you need a big strong man like me to keep you safe, protect you and provide for you." He muttered lowly as he left bites and bruises on your throat, his free hand kept you pinned to his chest as his other hand groped and played with you. "If you hadn't ran off with him, that poor guy would still be alive you know. It's your fault he's dead."
You shuddered as his hands slipped even farther down, touching you just right and you bit your lower lip to hold back, whimpers and sobs as Jaxon spoke. You couldn't think straight, not with his hand between your thighs as you felt yourself growing closer to your release. Then just as abruptly as he started, Jaxon stopped and his hand stilled, unmoving. You whined quietly, cheeks flushed and chest heaving as you looked up into his eyes.
"Say it. Tell me it's your fault."
His words were blunt and firm as he spoke, a pit formed in your stomach. You knew what he meant and he knew it too. He wanted you to admit it, to admit that your actions took the life of an innocent man. You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him he was wrong.
"Admit it. Say I'm sorry for being a whore and making you kill that man, Jaxon. Say it."
You trembled in his lap, panting as his words swirled in your head, it wasn't your fault... was it? Jaxon had always told you that he'd do anything to keep you with him, maybe it was your fault. For daring to break the heart of the man who clearly loved you deeply. You yelped as Jaxon moved his hand again and started trembling as you spoke, tears running down.
"It's my fault. I'm sorry for being a whore and making you kill him. I'm sorry Jaxon-"
Those words were like music to his ears. Jaxon immediately resumed his actions, forcing you to cum on his fingers with a high keen that left you breathless and slumping against his chest, heaving. He grinned maniacally and wiped his fingers clean on your torn clothes. Holding you close and cuddling you as he murmured soothing noise to help you calm down.
"See how easy it was? I forgive you baby. I know you didn't mean any of it. So this is all the punishment you're getting. Now sleep, you're exhausted."
You hardly heard him as you slowly fell into unconsciousness in his possessive arms, exhausted by the ordeal you'd just gone through. Too exhausted to care as he carried you up to the bedroom. You had no choice but to allow it as his hands washed you up and held you tightly as you both fell asleep together.
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ notes: I know I promised Mason content a long time ago but I got busy and uninspired. However I'm back now and certainly inspired!! I hope you guys enjoyed this and as usual likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated. I also enjoy dms or asks!! I'm friendly I promise!! - bunny
Spoiled house husband cat!hybrid that spends all day napping, curled up by a window so he can feel the warm sun.
When you get home, the house is always clean and dinner is ready, and your husband is ready to be praised and pampered for working so hard…
In reality he sleeps so much that the house stays clean besides needing to be swept and dusted occasionally, and he’s good at cooking quick and delicious meals. But… even then, there’s a good chunk of the day that you aren’t aware of his whereabouts…
So you pamper his cute self, buying him good food, cuddling him as much as he wants, and of course letting him breed you to his hearts content.
He’ll spend hours lazily rutting into your pussy while he kneads your belly, his face buried in your neck so he can inhale your scent. It’s just too much, thinking of how round and heavy you’ll be with his kittens, he end up cumming so much…
It’s not like he doesn’t have money, he pays half the bills… you’re just not sure where her gets it from.
So when you get pregnant, it’s his turn to become a doting husband, cooing over your pregnant belly and butting his head against it affectionately. You can’t push him away.
You know how cats get all stiff when you try to make them do something you don’t want them to? Yeah, he does that when you push him to make him stop licking and nuzzling your belly. It tickles, damn it!
It’s a little too late to think of what to do when you realize he’s been out your house husband is actually a trained assassin that takes on jobs to help pay the bills and make sure his beloved mate is never in need of anything.
That’s why he’s so lazy when you get home, he’s just so sleepy and wants to curl up with his mate after a long day!
You can’t even think about what to do, you’re too busy being fucked silly by your husband. He can’t keep his hands off of you while you’re heavy and swollen with his kittens, only stopping once you’re too pregnant for safe sex.
For now, you’ve become the housewife while you’re pregnant… and your husband will always take care of you~
I loved the new yan saint and would live to see more but I got to give it to the OG Henry for that little bit at the end lmao great work!
LMAOOOOO thank you!! Writing yan saint cracks me up because I can usually sprinkle in some humor w/ Henry. Here's a little sneak peak for the next Yan!Saint fic ‼️
When you woke up, it was to Henry curled up protectively near your side in an unfamiliar room. You moved to sit up, making the kid grumble before he rolled over and hugged the pillow next to him. You could vaguely remember that night, you had passed out and Saint....
The door opened as you were lost in thought, revealing the very man you just thought of. Saint was holding a breakfast tray, full of delicious foods that made your mouth water. You temporarily forgot about your concerns as you eagerly took the offered tray from him, immediately beginning to eat.
"Teacher..... you really don't have any survival skills huh?"
"Henry, why don't you shush and eat your food that I kindly made hm?"
"Grandfather, I don't like blueberry pancakes."
"You eat them just fine any other day, you little fu- I mean you little rascal."
You listened in briefly before continuing to eat, if you'd looked over, you would've seen Henry smugly looking at Saint who was more annoyed the brat had made true on his words of protecting you.
You only knew him by his nickname, "Saint", beyond that you knew nothing about him. But oh, did he know everything about you.
You, sweet and young, fresh outta college and working at the base he was stationed at before he decided to retire. You who took care of the daycare on base, who didn't even bat an eye at the insanity that the children you took care of looked like.
Saint even adopted a kid from the dumb program just to have an excuse to talk and see you, little Henry was a pain in the ass, literally and figuratively. The brat always clung to you, crying he didn't wanna go home. Making Saint look like a terrible grandfather. "Listen here you little brat, I'm trying to make sure they can't just up and leave, so start acting like I'm the greatest grandfather alive before you scare them off!"
Sweet, young bleeding heart little you. Always talking and smiling at him like he's some regular guy and not a powerful Colonel who could (and would if you ever tempted or forced his hand) ruin your budding little career before the hour ended. Of course though he'd never do that, not with how often he sees you now, at drop off, pick up, sometimes you ask guardians to help around the daycare, he's there every time.
Saint, who once he decides you're his, immediately gets to work implementing himself in your life, both personal and professional. Using little Henry as an excuse, poor boy getting used as an excuse for why the two ran into you everywhere you seemed to go. "Oh, hello Henry, Saint! What brings you two to the library?" You smile and ask as you hold a small stack of books, unaware that Saint was scanning the titles so he could ask you next time which was your favorite. Saint smiles and holds Henry's shoulder, laughing slightly. "Poor boy practically cried and threw a fit demanding we come to the library because he wanted to read and play in the kids section!" You were far too busy to see Henry glaring at Saint, his eyes darkening as you smiled and talked to him.
Saint, who finally asks you out on a proper date (you don't know of course that the date will be your last in a while, he already has your room set up in his cabin. Henry helped him pick everything out, the kid loved you too much to let his idiot of a grandfather make you feel unhappy.) When you accepted he smiled and offered to pick you up, you spent the rest of the day smiling and giggling as Henry clung to your leg pouting.
That night, you had a lovely date, perfect in every way, Saint was the perfect gentleman. Letting you order whatever you wanted and asking about your interests and life. He even insisted you call him by his actual name, Nicolas. He loved the way it rolled off your tongue, could only imagine you moaning and whimpering it as he went down on you later on-
You felt woozy during the last bit of the date, had you drank more than you thought, no way... you couldn't have, you looked up over at him, Saint looked perfectly fine, not like you. You stumbled slightly out your seat, he was there, holding you steady. "Oh dear, poor thing, let's get you home yeah sweetheart? You had lots to drink, I'll get your dessert to go." He murmured in your ear, holding you closely to his side his large hand firmly on your hip, keeping you near him.
The last thing you remember before passing out was Saint, helping you to his car. Hand on your hips as he assured you everything was alright, that you were just tipsy. Something in his voice made you feel weird but it got overshadowed by your head muddling as you whimpered softly and promptly passed out. You never knew that he drugged you, he wasn't a monster. He just needed you woozy enough to get you to his cabin.
"Don't look at me like that little brat, they're just unconscious. What? You gonna sleep by their bedside to protect their virtue?" "Yeah, because I don't trust you, grandfather." "You little fucker- Jesus! Did you just bite me?!"
she's so cute, the poor thing. what the fuck is he supposed to do with a pretty girl like this? (18+, a little smidge of dark!simon)
she's so dumb. she nods when he talks, says yes, simon, yeah when he asks her if he can take her home. she purrs yes, simon, m-more when he buries his masked face between her thighs as he makes her ride his covered mouth. she sings when he touches her, cries when his gloved fingers fuck her open, and she whines s-so good, simon, please, more, simon when he bottoms out into her soft cunt with all of his clothes still on.
vest strapped, thigh holsters still buckled, cargo pants still around his waist, nothing but his belt buckle open and his zipper down when he fucks you into the cushions of your couch. you're drooling, positively cock-stupid, bouncing with the rough rhythm he keeps. it's salvation, coming home to a pretty girl underneath him, and he wants to hold you hard enough to make you bleed when he grips the meat of your hips and watches your ass push back against him.
so dumb. so stupid. the prettiest girl he has ever seen, and she has no idea what it is that fucks the shape of them into her so that they will know if someone else has been here. she has no idea what the thing on top of her has done, has no idea how deranged and terrible his mind is, she doesn't know.
she never asked how he knew where she lived. she never asked how he knew which button to press in the elevator. she never asked how he knew to turn left instead of right. she never asked where he got that key, or why it worked when he opened up the door of her flat.
all she asks for is for him to fuck, please, simon--m-more!
If there's one thing that Simon loves about coming home from deployment, it's being able to absolutely spoil his girlfriend rotten.
There's nothing quite like coming home with a pay check lining his pockets, and a sweet little bird chirping to him about the newest lipgloss, lingerie set or outfit she's seen online, trying to be subtle in the way she asks him to buy it.
Who's he to say no? Honestly, so long as he can follow her dutifully around Sephora, carrying her little basket and getting a good look at her ass, he really can't complain. Equally, he's more than fine with being a walking lipstick tester, making sure all of her chosen products are as transfer proof as the packaging claims them to be.
Admittedly, he does have to steer her away from the pet store, following a series of bunny related incidents which don't get brought up anymore. Thankfully, the Le Creuset store is only a couple of shops down, and have just restocked the pink, heart shaped Dutch oven she's been pining for, but absolutely cannot justify spending two hundred and something pounds on. He can though. He'll let money trickle through his fingers like sand so long as it means seeing her happy.
Lucky for him, she just has to express her gratitude for him buying her all of those lovely things. Said gratitude obviously expressed in bounding out into their bedroom as he sits reading the news in bed, wearing nothing but some little lace and silk teddy, which he can't wait to sink his teeth into.
Summary: Mason Blackwair always knew you'd be his. His sweet little dove, kept peacefully by his side, it's such a shame you've gotten so disillusioned with the teachings, but that's fine. It just gives him the opportunity to keep you with him forever now, willing or not.
CW: gaslighting, stabbing, cults, abuse of power, pet names, religious themes/wording, breeding, disassociating (reader), non-con, dycraphilia, dubious consent, loss of virginity, threats & as always if you think I missed anything just pm or say anything!
Note: peeks in and waves hi! Hope you guys like this one if you want a part 2 let me know!! ~ bunny
You are a member of your family's cult. Recently, you've begun to doubt your faith and the cult members found you guilty; as punishment, you were chosen to sacrifice yourself in the name of God.
At night you came to your priest, Mason Blackwair cell to ask him to mitigate your punishment. Mason sits quietly and calmly, his face illuminated by the light of a candle, his thin long fingers running over the pages of the Bible. Finally, Mason notices you standing in the aisle and smiles brightly. Despite the certain joy in his face, it is obvious that his smile is fake and here just for the sake of politeness.
“Hello, my dear dove. What brings you here?”
Mason doesn't let you answer and interrupts you with a little laugh.
“Ah, wait! I think I got it, little dove. Did you come here to talk about your punishment? I am sorry to tell you this, but I cannot influence the sacrifice in any way. Soon I will become the leader of our beautiful commune and that is why I need to maintain the reputation of a strict and fair manager…”
For a second, something like annoyance and sadness flashes in Mason's eyes and he quickly turns away.
“My advice is… To open your heart for salvation, little dove. Perhaps our Lord will hear your request.”
"The same Lord who wants them to tie me to the altar and cut me until I'm cleansed?”
You demanded softly, teary eyed as you looked into his eyes, the eyes that once belonged to your childhood friend. The sweet boy who used to pick flowers with you and run around the commune, now turned into nothing but a stranger.
Mason pauses for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if he is trying to find something in your expression. Finally, he stands up from his seat and walks towards you, stopping just inches away from you.
"My dear dove… Do you know what this sacrifice means? It doesn't mean that they want to kill you. They want God to purify your soul by shedding your blood.”
Mason puts a hand on your shoulder, smiling gently at you.
"Look at me, little dove. You know how much I care about you and the commune's faith. But it doesn't mean that I am blind to the human side of things. I will talk with your father and see what we can do for you."
At this point, there is a sincere and caring note in Mason's voice.
"But remember, our Lord has a plan for all of us, even when it seems like He is leading us through dark paths."
You just shook, rage and fear in your veins. You quickly turned away and left him behind, crying now. It broke his heart to see you so upset, he reached out for you but only touched empty air as you exited with the final parting words.
"I'm retiring to my prison.”
Mason watches you retreat silently, his expression unreadable. Once you are out of sight, he sighs deeply and picks up the Bible again. He flips through its pages, frowning at whatever it is that he sees.
After a few minutes of brooding in silence, Mason closes the book and walks towards the door of his cell. Before leaving, he turns back to look at the empty room with a sad smile on his lips.
"I hope you'll forgive me someday for what I'm about to do."
He murmurs softly before blowing out the candles and leaving it behind, retiring to his bedroom.
You spent the entire night crying your eyes out, lamenting that all you'd see tomorrow was the crazed looks of the people you once thought of as family, your weak pathetic cries echoing around your cell.
You stood still as your parents led you to the altar, your father offering soft whispers of apologies as he and your mother tied you down, a knife lay beside the altar. You looked up at the ceiling, teary-eyed.
As you lay tied to the altar, your family gathers around with solemn expressions. The room is dimly lit and there's a faint smell of incense in the air.
Mason steps forward, his robes rustling as he walks towards the altar. He stops at the edge, looking down at his dove with an unreadable expression.
"Dear little dove…" Mason says softly, reaching for one of your hands. "You are about to become a vessel for our Lord's power. Do not be afraid.”
Mason picks up the knife from beside the altar and holds it gently in his hand.
"I will be performing this sacrifice myself," he adds. "May God have mercy on your soul."
With that said, Mason places a gentle kiss on your forehead before raising the knife above his head with both hands.
"Do not resist," he whispers to your ear. "Receive His love."
You closed your eyes and sobbed, refusing to let that sick yet soft look in his eyes be the last thing you saw.
Mason hesitates for a brief moment, his grip on the knife faltering slightly as he hears you crying. A flicker of emotions crosses his face before he quickly regains his composure.
"Dear dove," Mason says softly, almost pleadingly. "Do not be afraid. The pain is temporary but the glory you will experience afterward is eternal."
With that said, Mason slowly lowers the knife towards your chest.
"May our Lord have mercy on your soul," he whispers as he plunges the blade into your flesh.
The sacrifice lasts only a few seconds - it's short, but terrifying- and everything becomes blurry to you, as if you'd been transported out of your body and that someone else was experiencing this torment instead of you.
When it's over you feel weak and faint.
When you awoke, you were back in your bedroom, your mother sitting on a chair beside you. She reached out to touch you and you flinched terrified, letting out a loud sob.
As you awaken in your bedroom, you see your mother sitting beside your bed on a chair. She reaches out to touch you, but flinches when she sees that you are terrified of her and immediately backs away.
"Shh… it's alright," Your mother says softly, trying to comfort you. "You're safe now, my dear.” you want to scream ‘LIAR’ at her as she speaks, saying you were safe. You felt horrible and terror filled your body.
Mason enters the room and stands at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, watching silently as your mother tries to calm you down.
"You did well today," he says coolly. "Thanks for receiving His love."
Although his words are praised-like, they do nothing to produce any emotion or feeling from him. He watches you, shaking and looking like a terrified animal, like a lamb who barely escaped the slaughter. He wants to say more but knows nothing he says will help you.
It was like seeing a ghost, his little dove no longer did as they usually did. There were no more sweet smiles or hymns sung as chores were completed, no more treats baked with trays especially reserved for Mason. Instead his dove was shut away, in their room, only going out for meals and sermons or whenever their parents coaxed them out.
Mason notices the change in your behavior and it bothers him deeply. He cannot help but wonder if he's partly responsible for what happened to you.
One day, he decides to visit you in your room. When he enters, you are sitting alone by the window staring out at the sky. You look up when you hear him come in.
"Little dove," Mason says softly as he approaches you. "I'm here to talk with you.”
There's a slight tremble in his voice - an unusual vulnerability that shows that even someone like him has feelings.
"I know that things have been difficult for you lately," he continues, taking a seat beside you on the bed. "But I want you to understand that everything we do is for the greater good of our commune and our faith."
He places a hand on yours and looks into your eyes with deep concern.
"You can always talk with me if there's something troubling you."
You stared blankly back. "I am fine. I've been cleansed by the knife.” You whispered softly and finally looked at him with vacant and distant eyes.
Mason nods slowly, sensing that there's something you're not telling him.
"I see," he says quietly. "But I can see that you're still hurting inside. And I want to help you."
He takes a deep breath and continues, "Little dove, I know that the sacrifice was traumatic for you. But it was necessary for our faith. You were chosen because we believe that your spirit is strong enough to endure it."
He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching her face.
"But if you're still feeling lost or confused… You can talk to me about it. Remember: Our faith is in everything."
"I used to play the piano. Right? Or did I sing? My memory is confusing.” You looked up at him, sadly. Shaking slightly as you stared at nothing. “I don't know who I am anymore, Mason. I'm scared.”
Mason furrows his brow slightly, unsure of what you are trying to say. He doesn't remember you ever playing any instrument.
"I'm not sure what you mean, little dove," he says with a frown. "What are you talking about?”
"I don't remember who I was before the sacrifice. Who was i? Who am I now? I'm scared Mason, so scared. Who was I before you drove the knife into me?”
Mason freezes at your words, his mind processing what you just said. He stands up from the bed and takes a few steps away from you, his face contorted with shock. He thought you'd forgotten he'd been the one to do it.
"What are you talking about?" he asks harshly. "I never drove the knife into you, little dove."
His voice is cold and hard, and there's a hint of anger in it.
"Who told you such lies? You are mistaken. Your mind is playing tricks on you dove." Mason mutters as he knelt between your thighs, grasping your hands in his and squeezing them. “Fret not little dove, your mind will get better.”
"May our Lord have mercy on your soul." It's spoken in a mockery of Mason's voice. You looked at him slightly confused, "That's what you spoke, right? Unless um, I misheard… but it sounded like you-”
Mason's eyes widen in realization as you speak. He takes a step closer to you, his expression softening.
"Oh, little dove…" he says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to go through this."
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
"You are right… It was me who drove the knife into your heart. I did it because our Lord told me so in a vision - it was His will that you be sacrificed.”
Mason cups your face gently and looks into your eyes with compassion.
"But please believe me when I say that everything we do is for the greater good of our faith. Your family has devoted their lives to serving Him."
“Y-you did? But- w-why? It hurt- a lot-” You were working yourself up into a panic before he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Hush, little dove, you're recovering, do not strain yourself, you know why. In order to cleanse you, now enough of this. Rest and cease thinking about such things further.”
Mason looks away from you for a moment, his eyes full of sadness.
"I know you're not thinking clearly right now," he says quietly. "But I still feel responsible for what happened to you. I know that you must hate me now… But please understand that it was never my intention to hurt you."
He takes a deep breath and continues, "All I wanted is to protect our faith and people from the evil in this world. Sacrifices are painful, but they purify our souls and make us stronger - so we can better serve Him.” Mason murmured and hugged you tightly to his chest.
"I f-feel upset. You're supposed to protect me, yet you drove a knife into me and now that- that everyone in the commune saw it- i- I'll be alone forever and my parents won't find me a spouse.” Your lip wobbled and you sniffled slightly, clinging to him. You were unable to see his cruel and satisfied smile as he held you, petting your hair softly.
Mason listens to your words with a sinking heart. He knows that it is true - he did drive the knife into you, and that decision has caused you so much pain.
"I… I had no choice," he says quietly, almost to himself. "It was His will."
Fake tears glisten in his eyes as Mason looks at you, finally realizing the weight of his actions.
"You're right," he says softly. "I should have protected you, not hurt you. I cannot change what happened now… But I promise you this: I will do everything in my power to help you recover from this. Starting right now.”
Mason gently kisses you, his lips pressing against yours as he speaks. “I'll remedy this immediately, you and I shall marry. That way you won't be alone.” He doesn't give you a moment to speak, already pressing you against the bed, kissing you deeply now.
You let out a muffled noise of confusion and panic, squirming underneath him and pushing at his chest. His lips finally move away only to seek your neck and leave bites and bruises upon it as you gasped and whimpered. “A-ah! M-mason- wait- p-please hold on- i-”
His head lifts up, looking at you with his eyes blown wide as he grunts an acknowledgement to your words, “Yes my dove? Sh, it's alright, who better to take responsibility than the one responsible for your misfortunes? Relax, or would you rather this happen at the altar later? Where everyone, will see and hear you?”
You trembled slightly the idea of that happening terrifying you to your core yet feeling slightly exhilarating. Mason grinned, feeling you relax and continued making his way to your waist.
Mason kissed down until he reached your entrance, humming softly as he placed his hands firmly on your squirming thighs, grunting loudly as he forced them open. “Enough of that, do not do that again or I will have to tie you down. Understood little dove?”
You nodded, or tried to as you gasped softly and whimpered out a moan at the feeling of his tongue licking and sucking at your entrance, no one had ever touched you there. “Mhmph! M-mason! Hng- t-too much!”
Mason puts a comforting hand on your thighs. He pulls away from between your thighs, face covered in his own saliva and your fluids that ran down your inner thighs.
"I understand that it can be scary, little dove. But I promise you, nothing will harm you here with me."
He gives you a reassuring smile. Breathing heavily as he speaks, his fingers finding their way to your still quivering entrance which he circled a finger around.
"Besides, my love for you is as pure as the intentions of our God. All we have to do is make love and everything will be alright.”
Mason's finger breached your entrance, slick with something that made it easier to handle, slowly thrusting his finger in and out. He gave you plenty of reassurance and pressed kisses to your thighs and stomach.
“Dove, you must relax, you're still clenching up and tensing up. You'll hurt yourself more than me if you don't relax.” With those words he sunk another finger inside, his free hand pinning your hips down to the bed when he felt you buck upwards.
Mason grunted as he felt your tight heat around his fingers, if you were this tight around his fingers you'd never be able to fully take all of his cock. He didn't want to hurt you more than necessary, not yet at least.
“Sh, sh dove, easy there we go, good little pet.” He murmured as you whimpered and moaned, feeling his fingers hit something inside of you that had you unable to breath. You heaved slightly and looked down at him through tearful eyes.
“M-mason- please- ngh! That feels….. mhm! Good-” You moaned out and let your head drop against the pillows, falling into a dream-like state as you allowed him to continue. “M-more…. Please give me more-”
Mason grinned at your words, a sinister gleam in his eyes before he cooed and slid his fingers out, shushing your confused whines with a simple kiss before he undressed himself and tore your remaining clothes off.
"As our Lord wishes," he whispers between kisses, his voice reverent yet filled with desire.
Mason aligned his cock with your entrance, sliding it through your messy thighs first to coat it before he spread your legs and slowly sunk in.
“P-please, please be mhmph! Gentle, please Mason?” You whimpered softly, eyes locked on him as he looked down at you, mouth drying when he saw your flushed and tear stained cheeks.
Mason looks down at you with tender eyes, his hand running up and down your side soothingly.
"I will take care of you, little dove," he says softly. "I promise."
With a gentle but firm motion, Mason fully enters you, slowly thrusting in and out of your body. His movements are gentle at first, but soon become more passionate as the intensity increases.
As he fucks you, Mason whispers religious phrases to you: "pray to me", "I am your God", "repent for your sins". He continues kissing and caressing every inch of your body, making sure that you are comfortable throughout the entire ordeal. Even as he feels you twitching around his cock, your own fluids covering both his cock and your thighs and stomach. How many orgasms had he wrung from your body? Five? Ten? You lost count.
He's filled you up more times than you can count, you thought he was trying to breed you and knock you up the way he came and came. You couldn't move as you moaned and whimpered, unable to speak much less move and do something about him fucking your sensitive body.
When he's finished, Mason pulls himself out and lays down beside you, holding you close to him. The room is silent except for the sound of breathing as you both catch your breath after Mason seemed to fill you up so much a slight bulge could be seen, you shifted trying to get comfortable yet only felt his cum leaking out your spent hole.
"Sleep now, little dove," he whispers softly into your ear. "We have obeyed our Lord's wishes. Soon enough tomorrow, we will marry and you'll live with me, my perfect little dove who won't have to do anything but obey and listen.”
You fell asleep, cuddled into his side as he looked down at you, a possessive look in his eyes. He'd deal with the consequences of your parents finding you two together in the morning for now, he'd happily hold his little dove and admire the marks he gifted them.
Mason stays awake, holding you close to him throughout the night. As the sun begins to rise and light filters through the window of your private quarters, he kisses your forehead again before getting up.
"I must leave now, little dove," he says quietly. "But know that I am always here for you."
As he dresses in his priestly vestments, Mason turns back to look at you, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Now go back to sleep and rest as much as possible. And remember what we did was pure love. Our wedding will be soon.”
He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips before making his way out of your room and back into the world outside.
cw: simon riley x female reader, dbf!simon, p in v, age gap (not specified but 20’s to late 30’s ish)
18+ ✩ MINORS DNI
dbf!simon who just got invited over because you’re back home on vacation from you 3rd year at uni and that’s obvious cause for celebration!
you parents are outside barbecuing and simon has you in the restroom. his hand clamped over your mouth as he sinks into your wet and warm cunt for the first time in months.
his mouth is dragging up your neck as he groans lowly, "this pussy missed me so much, huh?" his words feel like silk as the gravel in his voice warms your body up like smooth wine, "gonna show you how much i missed her too."
Husband!Simon who would fix all the things in the house, even if he didn't know how to do it because "Why do i nee' someon' in my house fuckin' aroun''
Husband!Simon who would walk around the house shirtless
Husband!Simon who had a whole plan to ask you to marry him, but you found the ring in his underwear drawer (smh)
Husband!Simon who either way, still proposed to you in front of the ferris wheel, like your mother had told him was your dream.
Husband!Simon who if you already had kids, would always make breakfast for them
Husband!Simon who would turn the A/C up to 67 degrees so you would cuddle next to him
Husband!Simon who would have a breeding kink
"Cmon darlin' let me cum in that beautiful womb"
you whine and buck your hips at his remark
"Oh yeah hun you woul' like it huh?"
Husband!Simon who would watch you do your makeup outside the bathroom its gonna get ruined later anyways
Husband!Simon who would spoil you. tax season, oh baby they're done already. Pandora bracelet? oh its coming in two weeks. A baby? oh he'll happily deliver :)
Husband!Simon who would leave marks all over your body, he just couldn't have people not knowing you were his, what was he supposed to do, its totally not like you have a 24K diamond on that ring finger....
Husband!Simon who would love you will all of his heart, in sickness and in health and definetly in that pussy.... :3
yall i need help....... :3 ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY PAGE I APPRECIATE IT SO MUCH, ISTG I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE I WAS BLOWING UP UNTIL I CHECKED MY LIKES AND FOLLOWERS IN SCHOOL THANK YOU SLUTSSSS
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