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You’re stupid. That’s the only justification Whitney had for why a bouquet of flowers would mean so much to you. The flowers weren’t really grand, soft daises that had plenty of open space in between each bulb, their stems a healthy green but just as thin as each little petal. The fragility of the flowers reminded him more and more of you, not that you weren’t strong. As much as he’d like to imagine that you were weak and helpless, he knew. You lived through bullshit nobody else wanted to, rose your head up high when every other son of a bitch craved nothing more than to tear you down.

He, unlike you, was not stupid. Whitney understood the life you lived inside that orphanage. Sell your body, pay some old fuck more money each week until you’d inevitably choke and fall behind, try to find little specks of hope in a life that drove others to madness. And somehow, someway, you made it through. You got through that and then came to school where he’d beat you and then that bug eyed freak followed you around without truly knowing you. A heartfelt smirk caressed his features before he knew to stop it. You really didn’t have anybody that knew you.. save for him. And he’d long to rip the layers off his being so he could show to you just how much he knew you and understood your blight but that was too risky so Whitney stuck with the flowers.

Besides, the little daisies were far more beautiful than the soft inside he had could ever be. They were delicate and pretty, what was inside of him was soft and inverted the wrong way. His hands fluffed up the daises a little more before deciding they’d look better if he tied the bouquet’s wrapping with a pink ribbon instead. He knew you so well. One day, Whitney promised to himself, you’d have more than pretty daises to prove that he knew you. He’d keep that promise to his darling, you just had to wait a little longer.

Yan!Harper: He likes you wandering about freely, don’t him get wrong, there’s nothing better than you coming to his office after getting banged up or hearing the paramedics found you passed out on a street. If he kept you forever you’d never get hurt enough to have to run back to him and that just doesn’t fly very well with Harper. He needs to be your savior and doctor above all else. Realistically, I see him using the asylum as a last resort, just to isolate you from potential would be saviors.

He’s a fan of mind break and mind control. Duh. But the more he falls in love with PC the more obvious it gets. He’ll start off nervous, or faking nervousness is more accurate, and feels relatively indifferent about manipulating you. It’s for business until he decides you need to be his only patient.

He’ll control you for longer, and to cover himself, he’ll manipulate you into thinking Gwen is awful just so you can’t run to him to have yourself fixed. He’ll keep you under for longer, your bare body lying against the sterile sheets of the patient bed. Fuck he gets hard just from the sight.

Harper is a very big fan of choking the Pc. He likes the feeling of your unconscious body unknowingly responding to the lack of air going to your head. Don’t worry, he’ll let you go before any real harm is done, he’s a doctor silly, but he just needs to feel your life in his hands. His mind control and forced hallucinations are his favorite way to do it.

Yan!Jordan: Loves you, that much is clear, but he also believes the world outside has gone bad. Rotten, impossible to be saved. He doesn’t need you to understand, you’re nothing more than an innocent little lamb who believes all can turn back to the righteous path. And Jordan does try to keep his hands clean, play more as a savior than a lover for your sake. Still, he isolates you. People start spreading rumors and he makes it clear he favors you more than anybody else. Nobody wants to be around you now, not even Sydney and that’s what he wants.

He probably won’t keep you locked away, just dependent. Pass the purity exams and he’ll slip you extra money, he knows how much you need it and just how much a few thousand can do for you. He lightens your chores, gives you more time to spend in the confessional or bowing your head in prayer. Prefers to have you close to him as he prays, but really can’t stand it at all. Your scent makes him want to give up on prayers and break his vow inside of you instead.

People don’t like how much he favors you and he does that on purpose. Now nobody can spread their filthy taint to you.. that also means nobody can take your purity but him. Jordan, for his sake, tries not to think about the last part. He can’t spend every night rutting against his pillow wishing it was your chest.

Yan!Remy: He’s different and he knows that. He’s not really seeking you out to be his lover or toy, but a constant. Something consistent in his life, something that always looks at him lovingly and sweetly. Thats what you are and he’s not really interested in waiting for you to get the memo. Realistically he found you when you were brought to the farm, but he might’ve stolen you from Alex as well. Either way, he prefers keeping you caged during the day when he’s busy, it’s safer like that.

He’s not nearly as cruel as somebody might think. The cage is relatively well kept, a soft padding at the bottom. Not a bedroom in there but just enough that you can’t really complain about it when he comes back for you at night.

Remy keeps you close by treating you well.. if you’re able to set down your ego and pride. It’s great. He feeds you by hand, always the nicest treats, and then he’ll lay you on his lap in front of the fire. That’s how he ends the night and that’s comfortable. It’s far better than the orphanage or anywhere else in the town so you can’t really complain. Especially not when his hand is playing with your hair and he’s whispering to you about his day.

He is not above threatening with bringing you out to the farm. Will he? Kind of. He’ll have you out on the fields with the other cows but he’ll still drag you back each night. Your presence is the only thing that can make his nights better and make sleep come easier, but you’ll just have to spend the day on the fields if you’ve managed to piss him off. At least he won’t use his riding crop or whip on you, and that should make you feel very lucky.

Yan!Eden: He loves to scare you. The good news is, you’re convinced the world is terrible anyway. That god awful town does most of the heavy lifting but he’ll add his own stories. They’re not truthful but they’re believable enough that you’ll listen. He’s lying to you, but he’s not being dramatic. Eden uses that to justify his lying, that and you’re such a lovely thing to have around all the time. He can barely stomach you going into town for supplies, you just can’t leave him any longer, he won’t handle it well!

He’s already known to use leashes, collars, and cages in game but I think he’ll skip a couple steps and start tying you down. Eden promises it’s just for your safety and he doesn’t want you hurt, you really can’t be sure of that when he ties your ankle to the bathtub’s leg. He likes keeping you in the smaller rooms to, less places for you to hide and less things for you to use to escape.

Switches from hunting you out in the woods as stress relief and instead hunts you through the house. If he finds you, he’ll usually fuck you right then and there and then promise that even if what he did hurt you, somebody else in town would’ve done it so much worse. He’s an asshole. He’s awful, he’s got no problems with being either to keep you safe.

Maybe it’s just my fucking Eden but that ass hat keeps choking me. So now I think it’s official, Eden likes to choke you. Even if you’re behaving and relaxing with him, he will sometimes move his hand to your neck and squeeze. It’s not that tight but you know he could really hurt you. You don’t want to run because you know it could be so, so, so much worse.

Yan!Bailey: He’d think about you pegging him but he’s not proud of it and would not actually let you do it. He’s got a reputation to uphold and cumming from a silicone cock you don’t even know how to use right is going to ruin it. He’ll still keep imaging it when he’s certain you’re asleep and can’t bother him.

Yan!Leighton: No and so intensely no. However, if you ask to peg him he will act like he’s considering it. He’s not, don’t fall for it, he’s going to pull you over his knee and spank you. Maybe when he’s done he’ll fuck you just so you understand you’d never be able to do it as well as he could.

Yan!Avery: Yes but only if you’ve been a wonderful date for him thus far and he’s drunk enough. If either of those two aren’t the case it’d just be wise to not even ask. He’s not interested in playing your games of trying to be in control, but when he’s drunk and can only think of you, maybe he’ll entertain it.

Yan!Eden: Maybe and I really do think it depends on how much dominance he has and if you’ve escaped. High dominance and you’ve run off? No. Too bad, you won’t even get a chance to utter those words, but if you do, he will gag you with a piece of fabric he wasn’t particularly keen on. Now if you’ve been good and his dominance is low, he might seek out you pegging him.. just don’t remind him in the morning.

Yan!Morgan: Yes but only if you’ve behaved. When he catches you again after you’ve run off? He’s got to punish you then, but when late in the night, he just might demand it from you. But it’s your fault for tempting him into this idea, not the other way around.

Yan!Remy: that’s cute. No. He barely searches for sex with you anyway, much preferring you to just play the role of a little house pet, albeit one he doesn’t share nor let leave nor breathe on their own, but on the rare occasion he does seek out sex with you, you’re beneath him. That’s where he needs you to be so you’ll just have to get used to it.

Yan!Kylar: The moment you ask he’s bent over. It could be his first time, it could be out in public, it could be mere moments after you’ve met his parents. Whatever you want with him is yours, you barely even need to ask. He might cry when it hurts a little too much but god please don’t stop. Even the pain you give him is enough to make him love you more, if that’s even possible.

Yan!Sydney: Now I thoroughly believe both pure and corrupted Sydney like being pegged. I’m sorry, there’s a wall nearby to you, argue with that. Both of them would be okay with it, the temple wouldn’t check to see if he’d been fucked like that and since it didn’t really break the vow.. he’d seek it out often. If he had the confidence to let you peg him in the library, he would. It’s his favorite wet dream to have and he has it often.

Yan!Whitney: Again hot take Whitney is a sub when he’s not around his friends! Again! Pick a wall! Fight it! I am always right therefore Whitney is a sub when he’s alone with you. Surrounded by his friends he’ll have you however he pleases, but when he’s alone with you at the apartment, he needs you to want him and have him. Need him even. And if you need to peg him? He’ll let you. Not without some snarky insults and witty banter, but you’d have to pry that from his cold dead hands. Makes the best face when he cums from being pegged. Again, fight the wall!

Yan!Robin: Now I don’t think he seeks out being pegged by you, however if you ask he’ll accept. Sure he’ll play the part of a shy, nervous orphan boy who couldn’t possibly know what that is! And really, it’s not his favorite position, but he fucking loves hearing you as you enjoy fucking him. If he could, he’d record the sound and constantly play it back when he’s alone or standing over your bed. He might’ve already done so but he’d never tell you. When you’re away for long enough, he’ll hint at you pegging him just so he can hear you again.

Yan!Gwen: he’s done this before and entertained people who liked this before. He won’t be opposed to it but it’s not the incredible thing everybody else makes it out to be. Perhaps that’s expected from a man who gives himself away to the wildlife and unnatural creatures of the woods to stop the spread of the taint. He’ll still cum and be happy with it, but he’s mostly watching you. He likes laying on his back as you fuck him, loves watching to see your innocent face enjoy the intense moment. Especially loves if you’ve never done this before.

Yan!Alex: he’s embarrassed when you ask and might make a few jokes about how you’re worse than the dog boys and girls, thinking about fucking him like that. He’ll take your hand and guide you inside the farm house, maybe just this once he’ll tell you. It is not just a one time thing once you make him cum like that. He’s just really about asking and even when you’re fucking normally, his mind drifts to how it felt to have you behind him, using him as you so please. It’s hot. You really can’t know he’s dreaming of you like that again.

woah anyway good thing there wasn’t any head canons on who’d let you peg him!!! I was worried they’d sneak their way in!!

Yan!Niki had no reason to care about you at first. Sure, you were beautiful and a better model than he could’ve ever asked for, but that was the extent of the relationship. He made you famous, you made him money. It worked swimmingly and he didn’t think he needed anymore than that

Yan!Niki changes his mind after seeing one picture of you lying on the pavement, bruised and naked. The potential he sees in you is endless from that moment onwards and he does try to justify his fascination. His best product seems to be great for an entirely different market as well. What business man wouldn’t want that? What artist wouldn’t be excited?

Yan!Niki starts his requests off small. More money for you to be shirtless, even more money if you just take it all off. Subtly, he’s allowing more people into the room under the guise of them being editors or students. They’re here to see your potential, letting them watch can only benefit you!

Yan!Niki pays the people watching to intimidate you. Scare you into doing more, and he’ll take pictures of you like that. All without you knowing of course, the fear isn’t real if you know it’s set up, but don’t worry he’s a good man and will give you a few extra bills for going along with it.

Yan!Niki who gets incredibly angry when he goes to all the photos after returning home. They just aren’t good enough. You’re not crying enough and are also crying too much, you’re being left alone when you look much better with arms wrapped around you. Nobody can do this right! Nobody can bring his muse to life.. except him.

Yan!Niki who starts developing a shrine for you. It’s got all of the best pictures he could find over it. Pictures of you at your worst and also your best. Everything from the cafe opening to an attack on the streets. It’s all there, printed out and framed on top his dresser. He’s running out of space.

Yan!Niki who has a sick love for your tears. At some point he comes to realize it’s less that he likes seeing you hurt and more that he just can’t get enough of you crying. He’ll slip into the brothel while you’re working just to watch the crowd go wild and have their way with you. He’s watching your face, wishing he could lap your tears up or at least save them in a little vial.

Yan!Niki who eventually realizes nobody in this town can bring out the light in his muse anymore. He’ll use his connections to Remy, pry the farm owner into letting Bailey give you up to him. After all the hard work he’s done for both bastards, you belonging to him is the least he deserves.

Yan!Niki who at some point during the photography sessions starts grabbing you. He explains it’s just so that he can get you in the right angle, in reality, he just wants to worship your body and skin. It’s even better than the pictures make it out to be.

Yan!Niki who, when he finally gets you, leaves you tied up in his house on his bed. The restraints are belt like in nature and an ugly shade of brown but he’ll constantly tell you how that brings out how soft you are. He speaks about your imprisonment like it’s an art.

Yan!Niki might just send you to the underground farm if you escape. Don’t worry, it’s only for a little while, the pictures of you bare and in the fields sobbing will make excellent profit and teach you a hard lesson. Make the same mistake again and he’ll send you to the underground brothel? Don’t worry, he’ll be right there, taking pictures of you. That doesn’t have to happen if you just don’t leave.

Yan!Niki who has no problem letting you find the pictures of you covered in his cum once he entrusts you to walk around his apartment without trying to escape. He might even let you hear him jack off in another room, the thin walls of his apartment starting to be blessing above a curse.

Yan!Niki who at some point after kidnapping you, controls all of what you wear. You start off naked but slowly he’ll bring you lace panties or a pair of boxers that are a size too small. Then a dress, you can complain all you want about not liking dresses, he knows you’ll look lovely in it. Just trust him! He knows what’s best for his beautiful little piece of art.

Yan!Niki isn’t necessarily in love the way you wish he was, but you’ll quickly get used to his strange form of love. He’ll remind you to be seen is to be loved and he only watches you, therefore nobody else loves you as much as he does. And somewhere deep down, you’ll have to just accept he’s not lying about always watching and only watching you. You’ve spotted the cameras in the bedroom a long time ago.

Yan!Niki who is strangely gentle when he fucks you. It’s weird, you’d think he’d be rough and fuck you up, but it’s slow and inevitably you’ll start wanting it too. Hes just about the only person who’s gentle and slow with your tired body these days.

Yan!Niki who doesn’t even realize he’s teasing you when he’s focused entirely on your body. He doesn’t just see you for your body, but anytime he can see it all he’ll be there for a while. Sex with him last a long time solely because he’s thumbing over your chest and blowing over your neck. He’s got no idea how desperate you are for him to just fuck you already, too focused on admiring you.

Yan!Kylar has been counting down until this day longer than he’ll confess to. It’s been on his calendar in endless red circles since the day he found out, which was realistically the same day he met you after he decided he needed to know everything about his darling. And now that your birthday was finally upon him? He could cum and cry from that thought alone.

He’ll bake you a cake, he’s spent forever trying to figure out how to make the best cake. Honestly, it’s not that pretty and Kylar is upset it’s not that beautiful for his darling. What he is not upset about is the secret ingredient he used.

He’ll watch with rapt attention as you eat the cake he prepared, perhaps frothing at the mouth when you mention the icing is really good. Kylar won’t really mention inside it is his cum.. unless you ask! He’d tell you anything!

Kylar would gift you another stuffed animal. It’s just what he thinks you’ll like the most! Something to hold on to that smells like him and reminds you of him, so you’ll never, ever forget him.

Yan!Robin has been with you for every single birthday thus far, why would he miss this one? If anything, he’s the conductor of it, rallying up orphans he’d exploit for money later on to make this birthday just as special as ever. You’re waking up to your room decorated in paper streamers and paper chain links, Robin already there and ready to surprise you. He says he just got there. He’s been watching the whole fucking night. You don’t need to know that!

The cake is delicious, everything he made for you is delicious. A simple meal made up in the loft, a cake that he might allude to having costed him a good deal to make. It didn’t. He has plenty of money laying around, you don’t need to know that. And a single gift all prepared for you. He’d like to get you more but he’s got an act to put on.

He likes to spend the day with you outside the orphanage. Perhaps at the garden first, watering your plants and then to the movies or perhaps the forest for a picnic. He’s not above fucking you in public on your birthday, he can bite past his nervousness then. When he has you? It’s slow, it’s steady, it’s almost too slow in a maddening way but he’s trying to make this special for you.

He’d likely gift you a new outfit or a better pair of shoes. Something you’d use and wear everyday! It’s a small part of him with you no matter where you run off to, and he just loves looking at you spinning around in your new outfit. It’s everything to him.

Yan!Whitney memorized your birthday once he found it out. Where? Doesn’t matter. Might’ve been from a few passing students, somebody he beat up, or even just a teacher’s computer he went through. He’d never tell you anyway so don’t bother asking how he knew. Still, he wouldn’t give half a shit about his victims birthday.. but you’re different. You’re his and that makes you special enough that he can somewhat care about it.

In front of an audience, he mocks you. Asks what plans you have for your birthday and if they still include whoring yourself out. He’s not kind but when his teasing ends he leaves with a simple demand. Go to his apartment, don’t be late. Don’t go anywhere else after school, just go to him.

The surprise is more than you’d bargain for. He had prepared a really good dinner and an even better cake. His hands skilled in beating people shitless also happened to be skilled at cooking, though he doesn’t want you sharing the word. Beyond that, he’s not letting you leave the apartment. Maybe if you’re good and give him something for remembering your birthday, you can leave tomorrow for school. Otherwise, he might just keep his slut here forever, locked in his room and unable to leave. Happy birthday you!

His gift to you would be a small bracelet. It’s not one of those pretty ones, just a simple silver hardware that clasps in the back. If you weren’t so knowledgeable about jewelry, you’d think it was an actual cuff. Realistically, Whitney might also point to his hardon trapped behind his school trousers and tell you that’s your real gift and you’d better take it. He won’t let you know how long he envisioned your wrist inside the jewelry he picked out.

Yan!Sydney now I had hardcore believe that pure Sydney is bullshit. I’m sorry, I think this guy is always a freak he just rephrases how and where the temple gets involved. However, I think he’d be really sweet on your birthday and mostly wholesome. He’d greet you when you arrive to the library and present you with your gift then and there, his smile so warm it’s impossible to ignore. He’s telling you about how he managed to slip away from temple duties today so you and him should hang out.

He’ll take you to the beach. You both can play around on the sand until sunset, laughing and talking like a normal couple. It’s what he wants, pure or not, for there to be some normalcy between you even if he decides the temple is bullshit. Once you’re tired and done playing around, he’ll bring you over to the shore and offer you a small cake. Something you can enjoy at the beach without causing a scene.

He’d blow out your candles with you if you asked and then pry what your wish was. He can make it come true if you tell him! Better grades? He’s a teachers pet, what makes you think he can’t slip into their computers and change their grades? More friends? He’s such a model student so if he’s friends with you everybody else should be too! Money, an outfit, whatever it is just tell him.

But his gift to you would be this necklace he found. Something with a nice small jewel in the middle that laid on your chest like an offering. One he might take later on.

Yan!Avery it’s your birthday? It doesn’t really change much. You still need to have his mansion clean, be in your darling little maid outfit, and have dinner ready by the time he gets home. No excuses! He won’t have a lazy thing lounging around even on his birthday. But once he arrives? He’ll tell you to change and put dinner in the fridge, pick out something nice as he has a surprise for you.

Avery absolutely brings you to a nice restaurant, one you’ve never been to before. He still expects you to let him order for you, but maybe he won’t just get you a salad this time. He might even share a nice dessert with you and let you have the better half of it. He still talks business, still barely lets you speak, but only because he’s using his words as reason for you to stare at him. Keep looking at him, fuck, it wasn’t his day to ask anything of you and he’d still yank you across the table if your eyes wandered. He’d be kind in correcting you, it’s your birthday after all, but don’t look at anybody but him while he’s treating you so well!

His gift to you is a very expensive sleep ware. Gender ignored, it’s a baby doll dress and you are sleeping in it. You can either sleep in it without him telling you to or with a red ass. Your pick! He’ll take you out to a nice hotel after dinner, the one that feels more like a mansion and another planet at the same time. You both can relax in the pool while he envisions you in the dress, so soft and sweet.

He’ll end the date early if you really keep looking at other people. Avery will seethe and drag you back to his nice car and tell you he can give you another gift to. All of his fucking attention, but only if you give him all of yours. It’s your special day, he should be kinder, but something about your gaze wandering to somebody else makes him want to rip out of your eyes and save them in a jar only he can see.

Yan!Bailey he’s never given even half a shit about anybody else’s birthday unless it made them eighteen therefore something he could legally exploit. And then you started working your way into his heart and now he just has to care? Expect care with Bailey is terrible and not really what you want on your special day. You want to go out? That’s a shame, he knows plenty of people who would like to attack somebody on their birthday so it’s not safe. If you know he lives in the apartments across the canal, you’re going there. Locked in his empty apartment’s spare room with nothing but him and your thoughts. If you don’t know where he lives, your own bedroom will suffice. You’re not leaving today, bummer!

He’ll kidnap you.. or just keep you locked in your room. He’s not interested in letting you out and does truly believe it’s the best gift he can give you. Now you won’t get attacked on the street on such a special day! Isn’t he so helpful? It’s fine if you don’t think so, it’s not making the lock any easier to pry open and those windows are sealed shut anyway. You can hate him all you want, but you’re not leaving.

Later on, when he thinks you’re calm enough, he’ll briefly open the door and push in a small baked good. It’s not a cake, he can’t bring himself to give you a cake. It feels too personal, like he’s becoming something to you that’ll put you and him in danger. Make him weak and if he’s weak what will happen to you? It might be a brownie or similar baked good, no candles, he doesn’t trust you. And then the doors slammed shut, just accept it and enjoy it.

His gift to you is simple, he’ll ignore the money you owe him this week. Bailey does really believe it’s the best gift he could offer you. Honestly, he’s had this small ring sat in his desk drawer, he thought he’d be strong enough to present it to you this time, he was wrong. Once he’s back at his desk, he’ll scribble down a note reminding him to try again next year. And then he’ll go home and stand over your sleeping form, admiring you while he fights through thoughts he shouldn’t be having. He’ll mutter happy birthday to you when you can’t hear him.

Yan!Black Wolf birthdays are a human concept and therefore make no sense to him. None. Literally no sense in trying to get him to understand either, they don’t do birthdays or much of a celebration. However when he hears it’s his mates special day.. that changes some things. He might present you with a larger chunk of meat from the hunt or perhaps some small trinket he found while roaming around. It’s not much but you’ll have to understand that he doesn’t understand birthdays.

What he does assume is that you’re celebrating and happy, therefore he should mate with you. It’s inevitable, he’ll push you down and rub his weeping cock against you. This is what his mate wants for their birthday! It’s nice you think you can convince him otherwise but it’s best to just accept that black wolf is confident in himself and in this being the right decision. He’s not above biting your shoulder until you understand he’s being kind to you.

He might even believe he’s got to give you little pups for your birthday! And once he thinks that, he’s really not letting you go anytime soon. Maybe you shouldn’t have told them it was your birthday, now your hole is puffy and leaking and you’re sobbing asking for a break.

Yan!Great Hawk he also doesn’t really grasp the concept of birthdays. Perhaps it’s because harpies don’t celebrate them or that he’s been so separated from his fellow harpies for so long that if birthdays had meaning, it’s been lost on him over the years. Either way, you just need to explain it a little more and he’s willing. He’ll make sure today is special even if he doesn’t quite grasp why today of all days must be a day to celebrate his mate! He loves you endlessly and too much anyway so he’ll do it easily for you.

He’d bring you out hunting with him, or if you don’t have wings maybe just carry you to a nice place on the moor. Sit on cool rocks and watch the wildlife roam by. He’ll scamper off if a lurker crosses paths, after all, he still has to feed his mate tonight. But he won’t run off far, the moor is dangerous and he can’t be sure something won’t run at you and take you away from him.

Like black hawk, he has no problem giving you his eggs. At least a good fucking, doesn’t matter if you can’t realistically carry his eggs, you will at least find yourself at the receiving end of his endless stamina and need to prove himself to his mate. Luckily for you, he’s kind enough to let you crawl to the spring for water in between rounds, just don’t be gone for too long.

His gift to you might just be a few extra lurkers, fatter ones, and/or a few scrapes of fabric. He’ll look at you expectingly, hoping you enjoy his gifts. Just say you do. Don’t upset him! He’s working so hard to prove himself to his mate!

Yan!Eden he would never forget your birthday, but days blend in to one another far easier than he’d like to think of, especially when his routine doesn’t change all that much even with you around. He’ll remind himself, in turn, every day leading up to it. Make sure he doesn’t forget because his little lover deserves nothing but the best after all they’ve done for him. So in the early morning, before the sun is up and you’ve woken up, he’s moving.

He’ll make breakfast and dinner tonight. You’d think his cooking would be just okay but it really is a delicacy. Shame he won’t cook all that much, but today he spares no expenses. Some nice eggs and hearty meats, ones he’s butchered and hunted himself just for his darling, perhaps even some nice pancakes on the side. He’ll snort and remind himself his darling likes things sweet so he’ll top it with berries he’s picked or perhaps chocolate chips if he’s braved the town.

He’ll awake you up slowly, starting with just kissing you and then picking you up in his arms. God he loves carrying you. It’s just something small that makes him feel big and like the only person you have to rely on. While he will still go out hunting, today might just be the day he goes back on his words. Puts you back in the leash and heavy collar, will threaten to punish you if you squirm out. He won’t share you and today he has a feeling you’ll want to run off and celebrate with other people. If you run, he’ll find you, punish you, and then return back to your celebration.

He’d gift you some nice shoes for when you both dance together and a warm bath together. He’ll whisper forever in your ear and you might be silly enough to think he’s joking. He’s not. Today is the last day you’ll ever look at freedom again, his final gift to you will be the fact you’re never leaving him again. You should be thankful, who else will care for you this well outside of him? Nobody. And he’ll make sure that stays like that forever. Nobody saving you or caring for you but himself.

You were easy and practical and such things needed to be kept safe especially at his status. It was normal, he told himself, any man would want to make sure his arm candy and proof of affluence was well. Not damaged, not destroyed, still worth something for the next date and public appearance. By all means, that’s how it started. He’d pay Bailey an extra sum to know your routine and the intimates of it. Where else did you work? Who did you associate with? What were those ditzy eyes looking to at any given moment? Reasonable things, and being such a reasonable man, he never followed you himself. That was uncouth. He had others do it, men who would do anything for a couple extra dollars.

He wasn’t sure how he got here either. Perhaps it was another glass of firm whiskey and his thoughts migrating. You’d made him dinner, cleaned his house, finished the tail ends of your homework all in his house — where you belonged. And then, like clockwork, you disappeared, running off with a soft smile and a small “Goodbye Avery!” as if he wasn’t going mad at your absence. Where did you have to be anyway at this hour? Why did you have to make him feel so mad just by disappearing? He paid for you to be here, and yet you ran off again.

The gravel beneath his feet was loud but you’d never notice anyway, still it ruined the best of his shoes with its impoverished feel. How anybody had the nerve to walk on such unkept pathways when there was better for them mere blocks away was beyond Avery’s understanding. Still, it must’ve made perfect sense inside your empty fucking head. You never really did have the sense to care for the appearances people saw out of you. Your inability to notice was the reason he was here, he had make to sure you were behaving less his image failed and people stopped seeing him as an upper class and beneficial man. Still, the excuse was dying out on his tongue and tasting less and less realistic by the second. He was here for you, and he knew it, understood well enough he couldn’t keep denying it. Pretending that he wasn’t here because his eyes were damn near glued to your empty fucking head and softer body was getting harder by the hour.

You made him dress like this. Dawned in black suit pants and a dark blue dress shirt. Even that felt both too tight and too cold. It wasn’t winter but all his blood had migrated down south, not that it was his fault. The temptation you instilled him near constantly kept his head dizzy and his pants too tight. He ought to punish you for it, drag you to the dungeon and use the candle on your soft skin until you felt the same burn he did. Let you cry and squirm but never escape because he couldn’t either, he couldn’t run from his feelings anymore and neither could you. Avery hadn’t realized that his gloved hands been tightening into fists, rage and ever growing lust frothing in his mind and blocking out good logic.

Still, he watched you. Sharp and aged eyes following your being. How you bent over to pick black berries from the alleyway, how you hummed fondly to yourself, spoke to yourself like a fucking maniac. At least the only mercy he received, beyond your own stupidity, was that nobody else seemed to be around. Good. He’d loose his mind if even one woman looked at you, thought about what she could do to your helpless and soft body. That was for him to feel alone, that was for him to imagine alone. And yet, even worse, he wondered what would happen if a drunk bastard stumbled upon your berry gathering. Would they yell at you and tell you to get on your knees? Service somebody less than him or they’ll fuck you up? Would you do it? Of course you would, he’d seen your eyes go wide with fear before. He didn’t share, didn’t let you become service to another beyond simple arm candy. And yet, Avery almost wished for somebody to ruin your peace. Let it be any man or woman brave enough or drunk enough to try.

He wanted to see you defiled. He wanted the world to show you how cruel it was, that he was safer.

A gasp and Avery ducked himself behind a shambled house. Ugly and shameful thing really, though he hadn’t a choice. All your wandering came to an end at the beach. So this is where your little adventure led you to? Sitting on the sand in a nice pair of pants he had almost certainly bought for you? Watching the waves and listening to the sounds of drunk people partying way over. God what he would do to see the party goers notice you, call you over with no good intentions. It was sick, he didn’t even really want them to have you properly, but hurt you. Scare you and defile you enough that when you came back home you’d run to him and say you’d never leave. His hand moved from the brick wall to his pants. Desperately, he wanted to see them take you, fuck his useless little arm candy within an inch of their life, satisfy a craving just fucking you wouldn’t soothe. A craving that demanded your momentary suffering.

He’d save you then, pretty thing. Once he had enough fun watching you be had and discarded once your holes were full of somebody else’s cum.

His hand groping his aching cock. The massive length he imagined you struggling to take, whining that it was just too much. All the while his head played images of you being shared by the group, pictures of your messed up body circulating the web. He wouldn’t save them or watch them.. at least that’s what he’d tell you if he asked. Behind closed doors? Avery would enjoy them, spend his working hours staring at them on his work computer. Wishing something like that would happen on his office floor so he’d hear you cry and moan. And then he’d go after your attackers, ruin their lives and give them off to Remy. That sick bastard always needed more cattle. But you? You could suffer a little bit, if it meant you’d run back to him with tears in your eyes and not afraid of servicing him. Caring for his house and then letting him bend you over on any service he so decided upon. Avery wasn’t sick, he decided as he unzipped his pants and freed his aching length, he was your savior. You just didn’t know you’d be needing saving from the group of men and women just yet.

Yan!Sydney knew you were heaven before you even went this far with him. Your smile and morning greetings were already enough for his weak heart to shatter and his religious values to wane ever so slightly. He really didn’t think you could make it any worse, how could you? He was already ruined.

Yan!Sydney will always be on top, even if you’re the one fucking him. He can’t help it, he sets a brutal pace himself and can’t stop for anything. The feeling of you cock or strap inside of him where nobody had thought to have him before is intense. It hurts but he truly believes the pain is holy.

Yan!Sydney if he’s the one fucking you he is insatiable. He’s easily capable of going multiple rounds and lord will he. Quickies do not exist in his dictionary, only constantly and endlessly having you. You’re his slice of heaven, he won’t stop until he’s had more of the pie than just a slice.

Yan!Sydney gets off watching his cum leak from your puffy holes. He’ll go again and again until you’re leaking and then eat you out. His glasses fogged and his face a burning shade of red but he’s so, so happy to have you on his tongue mixed with his own cum.

Yan!Sydney isn’t above pushing your head down so you can properly take him down your throat. He’s so sorry for the Chasity belt being in the way but now that it’s gone, you can have him! He’ll make you have him. It doesn’t matter if it’s in public or in private, he can’t focus on anything but your throat squeezing around his cock.

Yan!Sydney who knows he’s big and probably too much for your first time and promises himself ahead of time he’ll be gentle. He won’t be aggressive. He forgets that promise the moment he sees you naked, your soft body all he needs to see before he’s pushing you down and shoving himself in. Any hole will work, he doesn’t have a bias.

Yan!Sydney who can’t help himself but to play with your cock while he’s fucking you. Especially the tip, he toys with your red and aching tip even after you’ve cum enough times to be properly sobbing. His pace doesn’t slow either, maybe even gets faster, he can’t help it. He just loves the sticky feeling of your tip while he’s rearranging your insides and very soul.

Yan!Sydney whose definition of after care is praising you and toying with your puffy holes. He can’t help it! You’re his now and forever, promised together by the fact you’ve defiled him by the church’s standards. He just needs to feel you, remind himself this is real. He’ll clean you up later, besides you look wonderful with cum leaking from your hole.

Yan!Sydney who can’t help himself but to grope you after your first time. His hands are still a little nervous but magnetize to your cock or pussy. He’ll squeeze and whisper to you about how sinful you make him, but then he’ll pull away fast and almost cum in his pants when you whimper. You’ve ruined him. He can’t have anybody but you ever again and he’s not upset. Just let him have you, he can be such a good provider.

Yan!Sydney wouldn’t be offended if you became pregnant from all his constant fucking. Sure they’d have a lot of explaining to do to the temple, but their best? The best of the flock? They wouldn’t kick Sydney out nor you. Especially since they’d raise the child to be a temple goer like their parents. He wouldn’t mind if you started to rely on him, dependent on him as you swelled with his child. It would not stop him from having his way with you

Yan!Robin will always sample your food! He might not like everything, he might tell you what spices are missing and what to add next time, but he swears he loves it and he really does! Even if it’s not your best work, maybe your cookies are a little burnt or your pasta isn’t as tasty as he’d like, he loves it. It’s more the act that matters to him, you thinking of him!

Yan!Whitney grumbles under his breath, takes your little gift and shoves you away. You’re stupid, you’re too kind. He should help you realize how cruel and mean this world is to little brats like you who have hearts in their eyes. Secretly? He’s enjoying your little gift. It doesn’t have to be good, Whitney actually finds it endearing when your work is sloppy and not the best. It warms his heart in a way he can’t confess to and makes him love you more than he’s comfortable saying out loud. He will expect more treats in the future.

Yan! Avery at first just thinks your skills are beneficial. Now after a long day of work he doesn’t have to cook for himself or hire somebody else to do it. Then it grows, now he doesn’t want anything but your food. In his dreams, he envisions you feeding it to him, his head on your lap and your sweet eyes stuck on him. He doesn’t say it out loud but he starts requesting specific dishes. Perhaps more sweets if your nimble fingers are skilled at baking or complex recipes that are savory and filling. Maybe he’ll demand you make his lunch for work. Everybody else just isn’t as good as his darling is to him.

Yan! Eden needed and expected you to be a good cook. He knew it when he dragged you back to his cabin the first time. But now? With the windows open and even the clearing smelling like your pies, cakes, wraps, and meat pies? It’s not even a need anymore, it’s become routine. He needs to smell your cooking, not even eat it, it’s his only comfort. You let him pretend to be normal and in turn he keeps the pantry and fridge stocked. He’ll stomach going into to town so you can happily prance around, baking your next treat for him. You’re worth it. Your joy is worth everything to him. He’ll man up and say that out loud one day.

Yan! Kylar you could tell him to eat mulch and he’d do it on his knees. But if you’re precious heart gives him a little treat, or even just lets him peak in (unknowingly) to your cooking at the orphanage? He’s so very very gone. You must be practicing for when you both are married and have so many children! God you’re such a good darling! He’ll whimper until you let him try your cooking or your sweet treats. He might even want to help.. just you know.. maybe leave him to the cleaning. He’s not as good as you are! Matter of fact, he might just swoon you into cooking at his manor instead! It’s just because he has more ingredients, not because the sight is something he’ll stare at for ages. You’d look so much better with his children.