summary ;i mean yes you had favorites yet, maybe this goes beyond favoritism… yet you couldn’t help but indulge in the prayers of devotion, especially now how hot it felt.. maybe it’s more then devotion, maybe something deeper?
cw - sub!reader, cunnilingus, lovesick kaeya, a weird amount of kaeya enjoying your scent, cumming w/out being touched, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, you get called your grace.
“ your grace..” kaeya says softly his voice almost to a whisper yet it sounded so loud in your ear. his hot breath on your ear sent shock waves down your spine.
lightly placing your hands on his chest, as a way to try and get some personal space. looking up you could see kaeya’s flushed face. you could feel the heat radiating off his body. his breathing was very heavy, he looked like he had run a marathon.
kaeya’s body practically shaking when your hands were placed on his chest, his mind raced in so many places. the person he worshipped to his very last breath was right here, so close to him. he could smell your sweet scent. he felt drunk yet not even the strongest wines could do this to him.
the god of all… his god. he looked down just staring into your eyes, his pupils were blown out. he let out a heavy breath through his nose. his mouth felt so dry yet, it was watering so much, like a dog.
“ y-your grace..” he says once more. he wanted your attention all of it, and if he have to act like a dog then so be it. what more could he do to appease his god, the only one he could swear to, the only one who he could worship without feeling like he betrayed one another
“..p-please, I need you..” he said his face flushed his breath heavy. your hand suddenly clenched on his shirt at his words, if it won’t for the fact that you were back against the wall, you might have collapsed. you felt dizzy. it was getting harder to even speck.
without thought you leaned forward placing your lips upon his, the hand that once placed on his chest was serving as a way to bring him closer, with you pulling him closer with his shirt. you let yourself get lost with his lips against yours.
kaeya's eyes widen at your lips against his yet he didn’t stop, if anything he leaned in more. his body was shaking so much, everything you did sending electric shocks down his spine and he didn’t mind it at all. he loved it.
he loved the softness of your lips against his the way they fit perfectly together like a puzzle piece. it was sending his mind into a frenzy. his shaking hand made its way towards your face. it slowly cupped your cheek.
pulling away from the kiss, your face was flushed as well as his. he wanted more.. no needed more. he wanted so much. he loved how your lips felt against his. it sent him reeling. he was craving every inch of you... your scent, your touch, god just everything about you, he wanted it all. he wanted to be selfish and just take you, leave his mission behind, and just have you.
his breathing was getting even heavier. he looked at you with a flushed-out face, his eyes just brimming with lust and affection. within those star eyes of his, we’re just overwhelming feelings.
“ more.. please more..” he said, his voice getting more whiny. his hand still laid on your cheek as he pulled you back into a kiss. this time your teeth clinked together at his roughness, his need for you taking over all his senses.
he groaned into the kiss. you were so close that you were overwhelming all his senses. he felt himself slowly melting against you. his other hand made its way toward your waist wrapping around it, you could still feel your body trembling. he pulled you closer by your waist you were body to body with each.
you slowly felt yourself lose all rationality. it was wrong you shouldn’t let him continue, but it’s so hard to pull away when he’s holding you like this.
his tongue protrudes into your mouth, exploring every place that his tongue could get to. it was messy, his tongue in your mouth. tongues tangled together. it was getting harder to breathe. pulling back just so you could breathe
he suddenly leans into your neck, his hand on your hip tightening. he inhaled deeply while resting his face on your neck.
“mmm..” he sighed in pleasure, he could feel his pants tightening but he didn’t mind when you were here in his arms, and god your scent is driving him insane. he losing himself.
“..smell so so good..” he babbled softly, his grip getting tighter as he digs his face more into your neck.
you feel something wet and warm on your neck. your face goes red as you look and see kaeya licking your neck, before softly kissing your neck.
you let out a soft whimper, your face getting redder as soon as your registered what sound had left your lips.
“K-kaeya...no more..” you try to speak out but it’s like he doesn’t hear you only hearing you say his name.
the sounds that kaeya was making with his mouth on your neck were so filthy and sloppy, but it didn’t help with the ache that was starting to form between your legs.
“ p-please let me do this…” he begs, his tongue still on your neck leaving dark purple marks. his hand wandering downwards.
he pulled away as he awaited your answer, his gliding over the bottom edge of your shirt. he wanted you to say yes. he wanted to hear it from your voice.
you looked at him, you didn’t know what to say. you really shouldn’t be doing this. you should have stopped a long while ago, yet you keep giving in.
you wanted to give him the comfort that he wasn’t allowed to have. you wanted to give him what you could but now it looks like you’ve made a bed that you can’t get out of.
you look down before staring at me once more, biting the skin off your lip you nodded your head slowly “Yes..” you said feeling like you lose.
he made quick work of your shirt. he peeled away the fabric that cover your upper body. leaving your bare except for a bra.
his eyes traced every inch of your body. his wandering around every curve while his hand felt the warm skin. you felt yourself shiver at his touch on your skin. his hands being much colder than the rest of his body with radiating heat.
his fingers ghosted over every piece of skin that covered your top body like you were some type of beautiful painting that he just had to memorize every detail of and engrave into his mind.
“so beautiful..” he murmured, his eyes tracing down your valley of breast, he looked at the one thing that was blocking his full view of your body before reaching behind you and unclipping your bra with one hand
the article of clothing hit the floor quickly before you even had time to process what was happening. the cold air hitting your breast, you let out a soft sigh. goosebumps covered your skin.
you heard loud pant from kaeya, he couldn’t help himself. he nearly came at the sight of you, god you were so beautiful. you truly were a god. at this point, his cock was stiff and hard in his pants. it was so uncomfortable and painful but he couldn’t help himself.
his hands that once rested on your hip were now trailing up your chest. his fingertips were so cold. almost freezing. yet it felt nice against your scorching skin.
his hand finally came against your breast, you could feel every movement of his trembling hand as he slowly groped at it softly, you felt your nipple become hardened as he continued to move his cold hand against your boob.
His thumb swiftly swiped over your hardened knobs, you felt your breath hitch as his finger ghosted over your nipples again, this time earning a slight whimper from your lips.
your reaction only seemed to egg him as he slowly pinched your nipple between his thumb and index finger.
your eyes widen at his movement, you let out a slightly high-pitched whimper, your legs instinctively closing together.
he looked at you and couldn’t help but feel proud to make you feel this way, he continued to hold it in between his fingers before slowly twisting it between his 2 fingers. only causing more stimulation.
you let out a grasp at his cold finger, as he played with them you couldn’t help but let out a moan. the movements making you feel things you didn’t know your body could feel.
suddenly he leaned forward planting a soft kiss around your areola. you whimpered at his kisses, they were so warm compared to the cold fingers that had moved to your other breast.
you sucked into some air through your teeth as you felt him grip your other nipple between his fingers once again, all while kissing on your other breast.
he looked up at you before licking a strip up to your nipple earning a moan from your lips. he was quick to warp his mouth around your nipple, engulfing your breast in his warm mouth.
A moan left your lips, and your hands quickly made their way into his hair, pulling at his locks to form some sort of stability. you closed your eyes as you felt his tongue flicking around your nipple, while his other that was tugging and pulling at your nipple.
you looked down at him in lusted-filled eyes, god it felt so good…
“mm-mm s’good..” you whined, feeling yourself losing almost all rationality. I mean how could your not, his mouth stimulated one of your breasts while your other breast was being stimulated by his cold hand, it was all so overwhelming.
kaeya was in so much bliss, to think to be here with his god, to be this close. his mouth worked its wonders on your breast. he finally pulled away from your breast with a pop.
he lowed his hand towards your pants, wanting more of you. wanting no, needing you. needing to taste you in the most intimate spot. he trailed kisses down your stomach. drooling as he continued downwards. he was a dog with the way he was panting and slobbering all over your stomach.
he was quick to make his way down your mid-torso. he left a wet and slobbering kiss along your torso, before sliding off your pants. giving him a view of your now-soaked panties. that alone would be able to make him cum.
he stared intensely at your panties before his quivering finger pulled at the waistband, pulling it downwards.
he moaned at your bare sex, his knees becoming weak. he finally gave in and got on his knees. wanting to see you all, needing to taste you.
“ m-may I?” he said looking up at you for your approval. you bite your lip at his position, but not only that the whole situation. it was so overwhelming. so much in such a short time. it was almost too much.
taking a deep breath from your nose you locked eyes with him once more before nodding your head. giving him the consent he needed. His skilled fingers slide down your panties letting them fall to the ground.
it was so stimulating, with the cold breeze hitting your cunt, which was now at this point aching and pulsing. it was so hot.
and with that, he was quick to throw your legs over his shoulders. his eyes taking in your soaked cunt that was all on display for him. Your back hitting the cold wall
you quickly braced yourself when he throw your legs over his shoulders. you were so embarrassed to be this exposed. especially when your sex was on full display for him.
kaeya couldn’t help but enjoy the softness of your thighs wrapped around his head. he was so drunk on just you. leaning his hand on your inner thigh, sighing in pleasure at the softness of your thigh. so warm, he groaned.
bring kiss lips to your thighs. god your taste sent him rilling. the warmth that radiated from you. letting his tongue lick across the skin. enjoying the taste of you. his eyes falling behind his head. he could smell you. your arousal has such a strong and sweet smell. his eye’s quickly darted to your exposed cunt.
His mouth was watering, leaning forward.
his tongue taking a kitty lick up your slit. he let out a loud groan his eyes rolling to the back of his head. he couldn’t hold the runt he made with his hip. he felt his balls tighten, and his hips started to shake.
“mm- fuck..” he moaned, his breathing quickly becoming faster. gripping your thighs he pulled your closer. fuck did he just cum from just tasting you.. not like he could care, he was too busy running his tongue up and down your slit.
“ah..ah-“ you moaned from the pleasure of his mouth.. god did it feel good. looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, his tongue was quick to make its way to the place that was making your sweet taste.
licking around the rim of your hole, he gatherer all the slick on his tongue. groaning deeply at the strong taste of you. he bullied his tongue into your tight cunt. licking around your walls. your eyes fall to the back of your head.
Your hands quickly darted into his hair, pulling at the roots of his hair. he groaned, the vibrations of his voice sending more pleasure. as he pushed his tongue deeper, his nose rutting against your clit.
you couldn’t help but rut your hips against your face as he continued to fuck his tongue into you. Your grip on his hair tightened as you pulled at the roots. sending shivers down his spine. groaning once more he pulled your hips closer to his face, not caring that he could barely breathe.
he pulled his tongue out your hole, tracing it upwards, pushing through your folds before finding the little bundle of nerves.
the tip of his tongue protruded on your clit, making you release a high-pitched moan. your fingers tugging harder at his hair.
groaning, he placed a soft kiss along your clit, before wrapping his lips around your clit. sucking hard on it. needing to hear your beautiful little sounds. making the ache in his pants become more painful.
he continued to practically make out with your wet pussy. inhaling through his nose he brought his tongue back to your hole, pushing it through your tight cunt.
he was eating you out like he was a starving man, the wet sounds that he was making with his mouth and your cunt were filthy and so wet.
he continued to drink up everything you would offer, he humped the air, trying to get some type of relief. the rough fabric, aiding to enough friction to get slight pleasure on his cock.
you could feel yourself building up, so close to your release. you couldn’t help but runt your hips on his face, your clit grinding on his nose, it was almost instinctively.
your toes were curling as he fasten his pace, trying to bring you over the edge. you could feel yourself tipping the line...
then he suddenly brought his lips back onto your clit, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks on the little bud. throwing your head back. you let out a loud moan as you finally finished. Your legs were quick to close down on his face, as you slowly rock your hips onto his face. chasing down the pleasure .you tugged hard on his hair. your toes curling up.
he let out a whimper at your legs squishing his face. he couldn’t but moan on your clit as he continued to suck, bringing his mouth to your hole slurping up all the juices that you produced.
he could stop rutting his hips, on nothing but air. his eyes fall back in his head. he felt his cock twitch when your thighs squished his head, he couldn’t help it anymore, he came.. he came hard.
his hips spasm as he continued to runt against nothing, keeping you in his mouth, so pussy drunk that he couldn’t stop.
“w-wait! To sensitive..” you whine feeling overstimulated, the slight string of pain as he continues to suck on your clit. pulling away from your cunt he looks at you with pleading eyes
“please.. your grace.. one more..” he whined. your eyes widen at his words, you let a whimper out at his words. your breath still heavy, trying to come down from your high
“..one more time,” you said giving in.
“thank.. thank thank you..” he chanted before digging right back in. his tongue licking everywhere. he was so sloppy, and the worst part is that you enjoyed it so much...
[ A/n ; hello it’s been a few months lol, anywayssss this is lowkey one of my old drafts, i tried posting this exact story but with a different character and changed a few stuff and post on another account before shortly deleting because i forget i left a lot of misspelling, but this baby has been sitting in my drafts for almost 3 years so i needed it out of my notes >:( anyways don’t know if ill be posting anytime soon ive been in writing block forever sighhh, so thank you for anyway who keep along!! ]
- He couldn’t help himself, he wanted more. He wanted more of you, by any means necessary.
“Laurence?” you called from the living room. Laurence had decided that tonight he would camp over at your house because he couldn’t deal with Garroth crying over a cat again for the nth time this night alone. And the still-ongoing party that Dante just had to throw
So when you didn’t hear a response you paused the show that was originally playing on the TV in favor of paying closer attention.
You had called out his name again, this time louder, not too loud but louder than the previous time, yet still no response. You took a moment weighing out if you should take the blanket off your body and walk around the house in search of this blonde man
But the more you weighed out your choices the more comfort you found on the couch. You sighed before settling with the fact that he was somewhere, and if he was still at the house then he was probably just sleeping, he might even have a hangover.
You called out his name once more, just for comfort, but once again no response. So you sighed before pressing the button to unpause the TV and continue the show that you had been previously watching.
Your eyes focused on the screen, the light reflecting onto the widows of your now very dimed light house. You watched the TV as it flicked to different scenes of whatever you had picked.
You went to lean near a pillow allowing yourself to get more comfortable before you felt a hot breath on the back of your neck.
You went to turn your head to the “mystery man” but before you could even do that he had wrapped his arms around you. His head leaning into the crook of your neck.
Your nose crinkled at the heavy smell of alcohol that folded your nose. You felt him breathe heavily into your ear.
“Laurence, what are you doing?” you said questioning the man you had thought to be sleeping. Getting slightly irritated at the constant noise of his breath interfering with your show.
He didn’t say anything instead nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You shivered at his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
He softly placed his lips against your bare exposed skin on your neck. You gave him a look. The kisses won’t completely unwelcomed but, you were still confused and upset about why he hadn’t responded to your three calls of his name
“Laurence, sweetie what are you doing?” you said running your finger through his bleached blonde hair. Before slightly tugging after not receiving a response to your question, yet that did not detour him from his endeavors, instead, you heard a slight groan at your rough maneuver, yet he continued to kiss away at your neck leaving reddish blemishes on the thin skin.
You let out a sigh of pleasure, before looking at him. You knew he was intoxicated. He was never this clingy, well scratch that more like not this needy and sensual clingy.
You could feel his arm that was warped around your neck now moving down. The rough fabric of clothing ruffles as he moves his arm down until his hand is at your breast.
You let out a sharp breath as his hand brushed against your chest. The area is more sensitive in the loosely worn t-shirt, that was worn without a bra leaving you more vulnerable to his simple touches.
“And where is your hand wondering?” you said looking up at him. His face flushed and eyes hazy filled with a glint of pure lust.
Yet he had that cocky grin on his face, as his hand slowly griped and pawed at your chest
“to my beautiful girlfriend's funbags,” he said before trying to drive into a kiss, yet you couldn’t help but bust out laughing at his statement and his words describing your chest area
“funbags, really Laurence? Couldn’t have just could them breast?” you said in disbelief, yet still laughing away
He took a moment before just chuckling along with you
“but you do have to admit it was funny..” he said his hand still lying on your chest, before laying his head in the crook of your neck in defeat
“was it now?” you said side-eying him, the mood seeming completely gone, yet a grin still on your face. That was one of the things that made you fall for him, that weird sense of humor that seemed to always come out at the wrong timing yet still somehow made you laugh
You felt his lips on your neck, even though you had said the mood was killed you couldn’t help but fall into his touch. A shiver was sent down your spine as his hand found his way right back to your breast this time his lips catches yours
His other hand gripping your face as the kiss deepens. You could his tongue entwined with yours. You close your eyes as you tasted the heavy layer of alcohol on his tongue making you feel just as intoxicated.
Pulling away you hear him say “Move over…” his voice being low
you slightly move over giving him room to clumsily move over the backboard of the couch, and he was quick to pull you into his lap before sloppy pulling you back in for a messy kiss
His hand cupping your cheek while your hand finds its way into his blonde locks. Your tongue entwined once more, this time more messy, saliva dripping from the corner of both yours and his mouth yet your couldn’t care to wipe away.
you pull slightly at his hair bringing him deeper, you could hear slight whimper at this action, you have noticed that he does enjoy a little roughness. bringing your other to the other side of his head into locking into his hair as you slightly yank him into a deeper kiss, earning a groan from his lips as he pulls away looking up at you with a haziness.
“more…please..” he pathetically whined as griped your waist dragging your across his lap. your could feel how hard he had gotten from such a simple make out session
“is that so?” you titled your head before grinding down on him, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the pleasure of your core rubbing against him.
he moved his head closer locking lips with your again as you lazily dragged yourself against him. his teeth catching your lips as he enjoys the blissful pleasure you bring him. pathetically whining into your mouth as you move slowly.
you felt his rough grip on your waist as he forces you to speed. you let out a gasp, you could practically feel how wet you were getting from sloppy grinding
you clinch your eyes close kissing him even harder as he moves, leaving a messy wet spot of both yours and his fluids. you dig your fingers into his scalp, earning a rough jerk of his hips as he moans into the kiss.
“f-fuck…” he groaned, maybe it was the alcohol but he could feel himself getting even closer, each rough drag of your heat against the rough face of his jeans just bringing him closer.
“more, more..f-fuck more please..” he moans out as your fingers dig deeper making him moan out. you push yourself harder against him, making him let out a string of curses.
you continued to rock your hips against his, his hips jerking up at every movement.
“f-fuck baby..hah to to sensitive w-waitt..” he whined, yet you continued to rub your clothed cunt against his now wet clothed cock
“babbbbyy…” he whined gripping your waist making you stop, his breathing heaving. as his orgasm continue come down in waves, as you wait for him to catch his breath
…
…
“Baby…” he looks up at you, seeing a sexually frustrated you. You look at feeling bad about the mess that he just made in his pants. You let out a sigh knowing that it wasn’t his fault.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you said ruffling his hair with a smile before going to get up, but before you could even get halfway up he was gripping your waist his head now lying on your stomach.
you look down at him confusion. he pushes you down forcing you to lay on your back on the couch. his mouth on your stomach.
“Laurence?” you look down at him with confusion. he just continues to kiss down your stomach, hot messy kisses until his down at the edge of your shorts. Bitting the band of your shorts he slowly starts pulling them down with teeth until they half down your half
“Laurence you don’t have to..” you say, yet he shakes his head before pulling your shorts off with his hands and throwing them somewhere you’ll find the morning. He brings his head back up to your thighs and starts to nip at your thighs.
you let out a sigh of pleasure at his mouth, and you could feel yourself dripping out once more as you felt him get closer.
he places your thighs about before licking at your now-soaked panties. You let out a sharp whine at his mouth licking at clothed sex.
he gives some kitten licks before finally removing the last piece of clothing.
He doesn’t waste a moment before diving straight in and sloppy and messily the way he likes it. You let out a string of moans as his tongue untangles the strings of pleasure. You felt his lips capture your clit and kiss it softly before sucking. You felt your toes curl at the sudden suction on your sensitive bundle nerves.
your hands desperately reach for something to grab at before finding his head and griping into his blonde locks. you could feel the vibration of his deep groan at your core.
he moves his tongue to your wet leaking hole, drinking up your wetness until it is replaced with his own saliva. His nose nudging at your clit sending you closer over the edge.
you whined and moaned as he licked and prod at your hole. the more he continued the closer you felt yourself getting there.
“so close baby..” you whined as you threw your head back and your toes curled into there were turning white
he hummed as he continued to lap at your cunt making it weep even more. You pulled at his hair as you felt electric shocks of pleasure go up your spine making your head feel fuzzy as you came crashing down
as you came down you pulled your hands away from his head. He pulled back looking up at you. Your cum coving his face. Glistening from the subtle light from the forgotten TV show.
you let out a for huffs before relaxing
“one more time?” you heard your needy boyfriend say, kissing your thighs with a lustful look in his eyes
“fuck…”
[i’ve been meaning to finish this one shot like a whole year ago but didn’t have to finish it until like today so, sorry for how shitty it is, just wanted to finish it 😞😞 might edit later so ignore the spelling mistakes 🌚]
summary ; dragons are very known for their possessive behavior, especially to their treasures, but does that apply to the great Geo Archon, Morax? yes! how could he even think of resisting, the urge to possess and claim the beautiful treasure, and what could be better then the digitally dear like you, who would look up at him like he hung the stars
As a servant of the geo archon, you had given your whole heart, body, and soul in serving him as your dear god no matter the task, you would digitally complete your assigned task. no matter the hard labor you would still give your soul even to the littlest things. your prayers of passion and worship would be nothing but holy. Maybe one would call you obsessed, but you were more than willing to bear that title because when you performed this act of faith you couldn't help but feel like you were complete.
At least that what’s you assumed but who would have prepared yourself, as if your faith would break down in the hands of the one you would worship until your knees would ache, and the losing feeling in your hands from the tight clasp you keep while you prayed to the one who would destroy your being, and take away the last bit of purity you would have left and being faced with the task of servicing the one and only Rex Lapis, you couldn’t help the feeling of your legs wanting to collapse onto your knees, or the ways your hands watered with sweat, and the loosening of the grip you had on the bucket of water, the water in the bucket threatening to spill past the top as every movement of your feet pushed the movement of the ripples of water into waves.
You took a deep breath as you approached the entrance of gold, and intricate designs of architecture seeming very much perfect of the god himself. you looked upon the chamber door, and you noticed the guards of the entrance not once dared to make direct eye contact, and you didn’t try either but instead kept your head down and continued to be so silent. you finally lifted your head to face one of the guards who simply gave you a small nod, he seemed to notice your attire and considered you safe and not a danger, and then he opened the chamber doors, and then you continued trying to ignore how your legs felt like jelly and how your heart raced, like it was trying to rip itself from out of your ribcage
And as your feet made the soft creaks against the hard wooden tiles, the closer you got to the room where the one who you worshiped would resign, you couldn’t help that some anxiety that would blossom in the pit of your stomach, to grow and grow, and only then did you see him, you couldn’t but feel like you were going to collapse on the ground, his eyes that lingered, the eyes that are like an ocean of honey, the golden amber shining brightly like the moon in a dark sky. they were so bright, so captivating like you were losing yourself in a puddle that would descend into a deep ocean
You quickly realize you were staring when you heard a deep chuckle, you felt so embarrassed, did you already ruin your first meeting with your god? How could you atone for the sin you probably committed?
“…Don’t be too afraid dear” Even his voice sounded like honey, like a sickening sweet, one that would cause cavities. it was hard to distinguish the slightest hint of change in his tone when you called you dear, maybe due to the fact your savior is even speaking to you? if only you had listened just a bit more, and maybe persevered with your last innocence and still be oblivious to the way your god was speaking. But how you even think of questioning anything when your god was speaking to you, with his honeyed voice, that would make any woman's legs weak
You only held your breath, you were not afraid no no, far from afraid if anything your heart felt like it was jumping out from your chest to say nothing but praises of worship to him, you could never be afraid of him. It was the fear of making him disappointed, that was making you afraid. The feeling of disappointing him would destroy your well-being, how dare you fail your god? You finally looked up to face the god and answered him politely as you should as a servant of his, just for your voice to get stuck in your throat. There laid your god, laying open many silken soft pillows along with intricate silken sheets and blankets.
He wore his nightly attire, one fitting for himself. There you could see how his hair fell along his shoulders, where they would lay across his bare chest that showed from where the hanfu was opened.
“I am not afraid my lord..” you spoke, trying to preserve your voice and not sound like an utter fool, yet even then the shake in your voice did not leave, and showed very much in your face, and Morax just grinned.
Your behavior was just so lovely. Such a sweet little thing trying her best to serve him yet couldn't keep her emotions hidden, but instead showed them upon her face, really such a precious thing…
He rested his head on his fist and stared at you with some type of hungry glint, a predator looking at his prey. His grin never faltered on his face. Your face felt warm from his gaze. His eyes that glazed over your body you could practically feel his eyes roam your body, although there wasn’t much to see with your uniform.
“um..sir Rex Lapis... I’ve prepared your water” you finally spit out, the real reason you were here was to bring him water, wipe his face clean, and make him presentable, yet it was hard to keep your nervousness down when all he did was stare.
“hm..” his eyes remained on you, as his face made one of remembrance, “I guess it is that time of day...and assuming, you, my dear will be the one taking care of me?” he said with his lips curling back upwards
you quickly shook your head yes, scared that maybe your words wouldn’t come out gracefully, and you would be just a stuttering fool.
“then come dear..I wouldn’t want you to keep me waiting?” he said before making a motion to come closer, you quickly moved towards him, the water moving with your steps
you keep your gaze upon the floor, making sure that you do not once trip while making your way towards your god. you held your breath until your lungs began to feel that sting from the lack of oxygen, yet even then you didn’t allow yourself to be distracted, not when you were about to serve the one you worship.
you laid the bowl of water on the cold wooden floor by the edge of his bed before sitting upon your knees the same way you would when you would pray to him. you flatten your skirt to make yourself presentable and hold onto your dignity before looking upon your god, awaiting his words.
his honey-yellow eyes stared down, looking down at your figure that stood so patiently for his directed word, and he couldn’t be more pleased than now, he leaned forward towards you. the shifting of fabric being heard as he began to become closer and closer until you faced your god.
“Go on now..do your job,” he said, his voice sounding so dangerous yet you couldn’t refuse. you took a rag that rested in the water and squeezed the excess water from the rag with a twisting motion, your hands shook and you could feel a drop of sweat drip down your face, you took a deep breath before slowly lifting yourself from your knees, and faced morax. your hand shook as you brought your hand towards his face, fear of water droplets dripping onto him, the warm water touched his face and you slowly and gently pressed the rag against his cheek. softly you moved the rag across his soft skin. never once pushing too much, not daring to be rough on his skin.
morax closed his eyes in relief, the warmth hitting his skin, as the wet rag glided over his skin, softly cleaning any lingering dirt or sweat that might have laid on his skin. your eyes stayed focused on his skin, trying to not get any water remnants on his clothes, or anywhere, it might be inconvenient for him.
you focus deeply on trying to fulfill your duty, not noticing how his eyes have opened and stared at you, looking deeply at your reflection, his lips slightly curled upwards before he spoke.
“come closer..you can’t get your job done if you are far away..” he said. your eyes widened, Have you already failed? had you already disappointed him? you quickly listened to his words and apologized
“I apologize..my lord,” you said, trying to ignore the shake that lingered in your voice, the dryness that formed at the back of your throat, or how you almost collapsed when you heard his scared words, you truly are an imperfect being, that still needs to learn, you thought deeply before slowly allowing yourself to take more steps near him. Each footstep made a slight padder as you moved. You looked up at your god, the wet rag still in your hands, you felt your fingers start to prune up from how long you had been holding the water allowing it to seep into the pads of your fingertips.
You held your breath still awaiting his words to allow you to continue, it was hard to keep your composure when he kept looking at you, not once daring to speak.
“Closer,” and those were the first words he spoke, and although you allow yourself to do anything for him, it felt uncomfortable to move so close, to be that close seems like something that was not in your privilege, the air felt tenser like a heavy weight had pressed against your body, making this uneasiness wash over you. You swallowed down the air feeling a sting from how dry your throat had become, as you finally took another step further, and the once quiet floors now creaking against the weight of your foot, this only giving you more and more time for that feeling that was building in the pit of your stomach, for it to explode, and yet with this close of a distance you heard the same words, “closer..” and you couldn't help how your heart was trying to race out from your chest, tear thought your ribcage and bleed outwards in fear? You couldn't understand this feeling that had overtaken you.
And as you took another step, you could hear the whisperings of your conciseness telling you not to dare, but how could you refuse the words of your archon? You could feel sweat build up from the back of your neck, your skin forming bumps. Why were you so scared? Keeping your somewhat compuse you pushed yourself forward ignoring the gut feeling that was building up, and approached your savoir and faced him, your eyes worshiping him in their way. You awaited his words but there was never inserted you felt his hand quickly grip your waist, you couldn't even react in time with how quickly you were thrown to the soft bed
Your back hit the silky sheets, a slight bounce from the mattress pushing you up, you let out a sound, one of shock, maybe even fear. The sudden movement made you feel dizzy, so fast you were thrown, the sinking of the soft bed almost feeling like it was trying to swallow you whole, and lock you in the jaws of something that was covered in such softness, and as if you were looking at the beast himself. That hovered over you with such a dark gaze, not one of human one akin to a monster, and only then did you remember, he was not human, not a moral like yourself, you had walked yourself into the dragon's den, that was nothing but false promises.
“Rex-” and before you could even mutter out his name to ask what was the cause of this sudden behavior, you were faced with such force, your teeth clicking with fangs, that dug into your lips. Your eyes widened, you didn't know how to react. All the air that was in your lungs had left. You couldn't breathe. You shut your eyes tightly, as globs of wet salty tears crystallize in your eye ducts, threatening to spill. Your hand pushed desperately against his chest trying to create a gap so you could breathe, but your strength did nothing, the lack of oxygen not making it any better.
His tongue slid past your lips, trying to make it past your teeth, and into the wet crevices of your mouth, yet you couldn't allow yourself to open your mouth, it felt dirty, like as if it was crawling into your skin, and his saliva continued to pour into your mouth, the sickening feeling continued to build up, the lack of oxygen, causing your head to spin. You felt his hand crawl behind your head, smashing your lips even closer. The act was so forceful. It felt like he was trying to eat you alive, with the nicks from his sharp teeth tearing the soft tissue upon your lips, and in a final effort to get air, you opened your mouth to breathe. Just inhaling the fresh air sent you reeling, the air sending you in a euphoric state, but only for a short second because as soon as you opened your mouth, you allowed him access, and he took the invention.
His slimy tongue dug into your mouth, it warped around yours. This was far from human, the tongue being too long, too thin. And yet it pushed its way past your throat, causing you to gag. It was devouring you with his kiss, and when you opened your eyes to face the man, though wet tears lay in your waterline
As he pulled back, giving you what you desperately needed for space. You let out a cough, a string of saliva connecting him to you, and the pickle droplets of blood that dripped down from his sharp teeth, tore the thick layer of skin. You looked up at the one person you thought could do no wrong, yet the feeling of dread? Disgust? The need to wipe your mouth feels so overwhelming yet at the same time, shouldn't you just let him? He was your god, and you swore that you would serve him, with your body and soul –so shouldn't it be right to let him do as he pleases? This question ran through your mind in that short while that he gave you a break, yet that wasn't long-lived.
You let out a yelp when your leg was tugged downwards, your body sliding down the silk sheets with ease. He took the same leg he tugged at, and pushed it open, leaving you in a vulnerable position where you couldn't do anything but only watch. He gripped tightly at the fat of your calf, his nails just slightly tearing through that thin layer. His eyes glowed as he focused on the meal in front of him. He placed soft kisses along your calf. Such soft kisses that one would mistake them for a sign of affection, but it was hard to feel that way when he looked like an animal that had you in his jaws, and his mouth opened allowing for more sloppy kisses, you couldn't help the way your body wanted to desperately wanted to push always from his touch? How could you even let your dear lord do something to you?
Yet you still throw your head back to not face the person who looks at you like some type of meat, and as he moves along your leg– upwards– you couldn't help how you screwed your eyes shut. Maybe to pretend it wasn't your god that was doing this, but was he just taking what you promised you would give when you took that holy oauth, swearing to give your body and soul to him, and isn't that what he's doing? Collecting what's his. Everything made your head spin as you tried to rationalize everything, and when that sharp pain, as one of his canines pieced your skin, you couldn't help the yelp that slipped past your lips, the stinging pain, hitting you instantly your eyes wide open, your body instantly trying to move away from the one causing you pain.
Yet in the end you couldn't move, not with his bruising grip that kept you glued down, and even slight movement of trying to escape only caused more uncountable pain. Making your eyes water, and as the warm salt tears pile up in your waterline, about to drip over the edge. You didn't know how to react, was this how it was supposed to be? For you to be pinned to the bed, with the one you serve between your legs looking at you as if you were the person to be ravaged, eaten alive...
and you just closed your eyes, keeping them closed as his hand slid further up your legs, becoming dangerously close to the space between your thighs. your teeth dug into the skin of your lip as his mouth lingered around your legs, you could feel the strain in the muscles of your thighs from being hoisted up there for so long, the sting of pain only intensified when he brought it more, allowing more room for him, as his hot mouth moved upwards, to your inner thigh, the fabric that once covered it not discarded and, now only having the flimsy fabric of your panties to cover yourself.
and with how he kissed and sucked into your skin, it would be a matter of minutes before even that fabric would become useless
you could feel such sharp canines, that dragged along your sensitive skin, a sharp inhale through your nose. It was hard to focus, and with your eyes closed to only see darkness, leaving you vulnerable to him.
your eyes widened, a sound that you couldn’t know leaving your lips, his long tapped tongue licked upon the thin fabric, you could hear him let out a groan as if he tasted the honey from the hive itself
your hands darted to the sheets, to grip something to ground yourself, as his tongue hit that sensitive nub, sending shocks of pleasure down your spine, you let it a whine. your lips trembled as you felt his hand reach up your thighs until it reached your panties, his sharp talons ripping off the wetten fabric, leaving you fully exposed
you wanted to rip yourself from this whole situation, it was hard to formulate thoughts or even try to understand how you felt about this.
your mouth opened o, as he flatted his tongue along your slit, leaving a mess of his saliva on your core. your hands gripped tightly on the sheets until your knuckles were turning white. he eyes stared at your face, analyzing your every facial expression, soaking in your pleasure.
his hands gripped the fat of your thighs prying them open, you let out a hiss at the sting of adductor brevis, stretched and strained, allowing him to nuzzle himself deeper in your core
he ran his tapped tongue, lapping at your cunt, before the tip of his tongue tapped lightly at your clit, allowing a high-pitched moan to leave your lips, with this reaction he connected his lips around your sensitive nerves. It was so stimulating for you who never once dared touch yourself because you never saw the need.
It was a painful sensation of pleasure, too much for your body to handle, your hands darted to his head, not even realizing the consequences of your actions, and desperately tried to pull at something, to get him to stop sucking. and the first thing you grabbed was something rough, you looked down, almost fully regretting it as you stared at his lust-filled graze. the pronounced horns that your hands had grabbed, the slight glow that radiated off them, and along his hands that dented into your skin. you could see the scales that showed along his face, showing his true form, something not human.
You truly couldn't understand this, and as much as you wished you could, you couldn't not when his mouth was lapping are your core, and the sounds that left your mouth in the shapes of his name, the sweet harmony of your sweet sounds, that left your lips. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You sweeten the feeling of his tongue devouring a place even if you did not dare, you could feel him flatten his tongue before licking down your slit, trailing down until getting to the source of your sweet fluids.
You heard him let out a deep groan that sent vibrations straight to your cunt. You let out a pathic whine. Feeling delirious as this new feeling bubbled up in your stomach, making your toes curl at every harsh lick that he pridefully devoured
claiming what was rightfully his. you couldn’t help the desire that tore along your stomach, wanting to explode. a feeling you've never once felt and as your mind went more and more blank, the black and white fuzziness that clouded your vision along the salty tears. you felt yourself tip and tip until fully tipping into a state of pure euphoric relief, even as the shame lingered.
“ m-my lord-“ you tried to whine out, to give a response from tattered lips, that stuck together from the dry saliva that dripped from your mouth
morax simply hummed, lifting his mouth from your dripping core, in favor of taking his time, creating light red marks that would bloom into deeper colors of purple along the skin nearest to your core. your scent still lingering in his mouth as he closed his eyes and sucked diligently into the soft fat.
and as you stared at your lord you couldn’t help but be reminded that he was no human. He was something you could never imagine. the horns that adorn his head or the rough scales that run along his skin, being only a reminder that you were messing with a god, something you, human could never understand.
and even though you believed you understood that it still didn’t compare to reality. the reality of his mouth that ran along your skin, the sharp teeth that could at any time tear into your skin and destroy your very essence.
your eyes went wide when you felt that warm slimy flesh lick at your now very sensitive nub. you let out a gasp, you were knocked out of your thoughts and faced with a deprived beast ready for his second serving.
“Pl-please, i..” and you couldn't bring yourself to say no? You couldn't even think that you felt your whole body shake and trimmer in an overwhelming sensation of something you've never experienced, being caused by the holy mouth of someone you devote your life to. You felt yourself melt deeper into this silken padded mattress as your senses soon became jumbled up into a puddle of pure and utter rapturous pleasure. And as it sent just sharp electric shocks into every single limp you could feel.
The incohesive babbles of semi-words that would break apart in your mind, no string of thoughts could fully form, the constant strain and sting on your poor nub, soaking hole, leaving no room for anything. Only his actions, as he pushed your legs further up allowed more space for his board fame. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his thinly tapped tongue pushed into your hole. Your god, the one you worshipped was the one to define you, and as if that same feeling of overwhelming ecstasy boiled up again. You couldn't control the pathic whimper that left your lips. And as he drank whatever liquids of sweet nectar from your once pure hole, something once untouched..
The rough slimy texture of his tongue continued to lap at your swollen nub. Overstimulation setting in as you let our whines, at the stinging pain that shoots up your body , right up your spine. You could feel salty globs of tears continuing to form in your water line. And as you desperately tried to hold onto your last bit of sanity, you nails digging into the sheets, the pillows, blankets. Anything to hold onto, to keep you feeling grounded as you mind flooded into the clouds of ecstasy.
And after what seemed like eternity, his mouth finally detached from your wet core, you could hear the pants of air from him as he stared at you, and then back at your cunt. He grazed, staring at the meal that lay in front of him. As if a cloud of please had clouded his eyes as he moved just slightly away. In favor of removing his nightly attire, leaving him bare for your eyes.
Your eyes scanned his body, the more you looked the more you couldn't help but awe. The intricate patterns of an archon created his arms, and his face flushed, and wet from you our liquids, and adorn with those scales that limited a beautiful golden color, yet the further your eyes trailed the more you couldn't keep back the slight fear of pain that might accompany you.
2 cocks laid almost flat on his navels, that also adorung that same golden light that gave that slight gold. One just slightly bigger than the other. Pre cum dripped from the darker colored tips, yet the most compelling part was just the sheer size of each of them. One of them looking bigger than your own forearm, although you could only estimate in the clouded judgment. It only happened when he gripped onto your ankles and yanked you down to him. You let out a wabaton gasp only then did you fully realize what was really going into you.
Laying against your unclothed cunt was the slightly smaller one, you could feel the heat radiate off, and even in your state of uncentioness? Fear? You could feel the slightest flick of excitement. Was it due to you wanting to please your lord? Or was it one of your selfish lustful reasons? You didn't know not when he was leaning into your ear. The hot breath hits the shell of your ear.
“I can't promise I will be gentle, dear..” morax said, the lack of patience showing more and more, as his hips rocked just slightly against yours. One of his cocks sliding up and down through your folds.
The tip of his cock pushed against that sensitive bundle of nerves. You couldn't help but shut your eyes at the stimulation, that was making your toes curl.
Morax observed your facial expression enjoying the look of pleasure, leaning into your lip. He presses his against yours, missing and craving the taste of them again. And in a state of pleasure you couldn't help but just melt into the kiss, ignore the how his hand trailed down where you guys would soon be connected at.
He slowly guided his way into your cunt. Your eyes went wide at the sudden stinging sensation. And the further he pushed into your tight hole, the more and more the painful feeling built. As you tried desperately to pull away from the kiss, to voice that it hurts. He simply kissed harder.
His sharp teeth dug into your lips, skin breaking until that metallic taste hit not only your tongue but his too. Which he gladly lapped at, as if he was a sugary drink.
He continued to push his cock further into your sweet tasting flower. And the farther he was in the more you could feel your cunt drool in hope to ease the pain, that only seemed to intensify. You couldn't help the tears that fall from your eyes. You desperately need to breathe.
Everything was too much. It hurt. You were being stretched further than you could even compheand. You whined inro his mouth pathicly, maybe in hope he would stop yet he didnt. He simply pushed his tongue inro your mouth.
As you tried to breathe through your nose, and the constant pain until he finally stopped pushing in. he pulled away in favor of looking at the connection point of you two. His eyes had these unfocuses as if he was another sense of existence. His eyes trailed from your cunt to your tear-soaked face, which was flushed red. He couldn't help the slightest grin he had.
You looked up at him trying to contain some air that you had lost. Yet when you swear that grin, you feel something tighten in your pit. He heard him let a groan from your walls tightening. He looked downwards looking where you and him were conjoined. His eyes went wide and feeling with this primal instict,
Pulling out leaving just his tip in, before slamming it back in. The pain and pleasure shoot up through your body like an electrical shock. The pain became more and more painful the more he slammed his hips against yours.
You were rendered utterly useless in this moment, your nails digging into his back. You could guess how that might leave marks on his porcelain body yet at this moment your mind was to puddle with the strongest sensitivtion of pain and the bubbling feeling that you had become acquainted with less than an hour ago.
And through all this, as your eyes rolled as far as they could, as your toes curled so tightly that they would turn white. You couldn't help but ask yourself had this been what you were destined for? Even as the pleasure soon overtook that painfull stinging pain
Had this been who you've been praying to?
Had this been your prayers answered?
[ a/n: sorry for the long wait! i’m pretty sure there quite a few spelling errors near the end, i was kinda rushing because i was already over 10 pages longggg so sorry for the ending :(]
hey i love ur writing its perfect! 😵💫 if you dont mind, can i request an orgasm denial fic adam x f!reader? and its just him being an asshole during it?
i hope ur day has been treating you well so far xx
[ahh my first request! sorry it took so long, i’ve been busy with school and social events :(( anywys hope you like this short drabble!]
 you let out a wanton gasp, warm wet tears blurring your vision. you tried to desperately remove yourself from his tight grip.
you whine you wanted to just crawl away from him, your hands gripping anything that could pull yourself away, but any attempt to escape was accompanied by a harsh tug at the base of your sensitive wings, or a stinging feeling on your ass from his hand, that slapped the fat as if he had owned it
“n-no aghh, please Adam i- ” Drool leaked from the corner of your lips, you still don’t even know how you ended up in this position, bent over on your hands and knees, his long fingers digging into the deepest parts of your cunt
“aw is the poor baby too dumb to even speak,” he said in a baby tone as if talking to you like a baby. he gave a grin before slapping your ass, leaving it more red than it was already
you let a pain-filled whine, you were starting to lose your sense of time the longer he drew it out. he pumped his fingers deeper, before laying his palm flat against your clit sending electronic shocks of pleasure
adam just cockily grinned at your fucked out mess of a face, he grabbed you by your waist, bringing you up until you were sitting on his lap, your back laying flat against his chest, he continued his torture on your now sore cunt.
“s-stop, i can’t..” you felt your walls start to clamp down your release just about to tip over but before you could even get there, you felt a hard slap on your clit eliciting a painful response
“what? you thought i was just gonna allow you to cum? before me, as if” he said into your ear, you glared at him, getting annoyed at this whole interaction.
“aw don’t glare at me, you know damn well that as soon as my dick is that cute little cunt, you gonna be begging for more” he said with a laugh, pinching your clit between his fingers, your back arched at the sudden simulate
“agh- “ you let out a groan of pain, the pain simulating a pressure of pleasure that made your cunt drool, and the tight knot in your stomach wanting to explode, your legs trying to close the strain of your thighs causing a sensation of pain.
“ah ah, you think you cum? when my poor dick is all dry, fuck no” he said before unclamping the grip of your clit before slapping your cunt, you let a whine, tears bubbling in your eyes
“stop being such a pussy,” he groaned in your ear with annoyance, rolling his eyes, the next thing you know your thrown onto your back, the sudden impact knocking the air out of your lungs.
he grinned, you looked up at him though your lashes, a glossy coating on your eyes, from the tears that had threatened to spill out of your waterline
“now let get to main course,” he said with a grin, grabbing his dick, rubbing his tip along your slit. his precum adding more lubricant, along with your already soaked arousal from the relentless, torture he had put you through for the past hour.
“i’ve waited enough,” he said before pushing past the entrance of your cunt, a slight resistance of his cock pushing in. you felt the painful sting, he was always to much to take no matter how many time your tried to get use to it.
you heard a low rumble of a groan coming from his chest. he throw his head back as he pushed his tip all the way in, and before you could even react, he shoved it all the way in, a high pitched moan left your bruised lips,
“ffff-fuck” he whined, before pulling out jusy slightly to slam right back in, your walls clamping down, your hands desperately tried to hold onto something, to ground yourself
“s-shit, don’t you dare fucking cum, i swear” he said angrily before pulling out and slamming back in, trying to keep a pace. the constant hitting of his thighs against your ass, causing a sting of pain. the sound of skin slapping against each other bouncing around the walls
“fuck, your pussy feeells so good, could live in here” he said, your clamped down tighter.
“of course- a slut like you likes the compliments” he said cockily, you could probably process his words, you were going dumb on his cock
“hah- no cumming untill i do, you got dumb slut?” he said, and when he saw you not responding he griped your face, you cheeks squished together forcing you to look at him
“you got that?” he said , this time you nodded your head
[sorry it’s so short, i was kinda rushing, and this haven’t been edited :(( ]
summary ; another extermination, yet this time you gotten unlucky, getting caught by the first man himself, but before he kills you, he has a little fun
as you closed your eyes, trying to ignore the burning sting that formed in your throat, you tried to hallow you cheeks, you choked as his grip tightened on your hair, you let out a sob, saliva and pre cum leaking from your lips
“f-fuck, to think a whore like you, would have such a amazing mouth, fffuckkk” adam spoke his grip tugging harder at your hair, bringing you all the way down to the base of his cock, you could feel the sharp and prickly hairs of his pubes irritating your chin.
you looked up at him with tears in your water line blurring your vision, you could see as adam throw his head back as he keep you down on his cock, you could hardly breathe, your blunt nails digging into his thighs ,
“s-shit, keep your fithy hands off me!” he said tugging you hair, you let out a hiss of pain, the painful sting on your scalp as he tugged you off, you quickly removed you hands that laid on his thigh, in hope that he would stop tugging at your hair
“bitch, nothing but whore who opened her mouth to who ever, fuck looking at you ass who sucking my dick even though i’m gonna kill you” he said so condescending, but you couldn’t think, even understand what he was saying not him, forcing you back down.
you gagged on his cock, you closed your eyes shut, globs of tears running down your cheek, you laid you tongue flat on the underside of his cock, tracing a vein, you heard him groan.
he moved you along his cock, just using you as he pleases, and you couldn’t do anything, your knees were raw from how long you had been forced down. and as much as you wished you could say you hated this you couldn’t, you could feel a pool of arousal wetting your panties, the constant shifting in hope to create some friction between your legs
“ha- hah look at how pathetic you are, a fucking bitch in heat” he says cockily, a deep growl leaving his mouth as you hallowed your cheeks harshly around his cock
“f-fuckkkk!” he groaned before yanking you back down to the base, where he held you, you could his cock twitch in your mouth, you drooled around the base, leaving a mess of your saliva on his balls.
you eyes shut as you felt a warmth of liquidly substance flood your mouth, and as you tried to keep in your mouth, you couldn’t help but gag, some slipping past your lips
a harsh contact hit your cheek, you could feel a stinging sensation as his hand slapped your cheek
“keep all in slut, don’t let another drop slip” he groaned, you felt his grip on your hair loosened, before fully pulling yourself off his cock, you looked up at him, a mess that what you looked like right now.
your hair sticking to your face, mascara running down your cheeks, with dried up tear. you hair a whole mess from his constant pulling
“swallow, bitch,” he said, and you did exactly that, sallowing that bitter taste, untill there was nothing left on you throat except a lingering taste of his musky taste.
“dirty bitch, didn’t even think twice huh?” he said mockingly, he grinned you suddenly felt something sharp slicing your neck, feeling a warm sensation of blood dripping
“hope you enjoy your death sweet tits” he says before everything going blank
ughhh i love asshole men, and adam just fits the bill so well :(((
cw!! explicit smut, violent behavior, mentions of mutilation, non//con
as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, your face pushed into the softened silk covers of the pillows. you griped your blooded nails into the covers, your mouth opening to let a bloody scream, yet not leaving, except a whimper that doesn’t even describe the pain you feel
tears that roll down your raw cheeks, that smashed against the pillow, his fingers gripping to the very follicles of your hair, his blunt nails digging into what was their was to even grab at.
your chest feeling tight as he pushed you deeper into the sheets, his cock reaching a place that you couldn’t even see, so deep nothing but pain could accompany it. as if he was digging his cock into your guts, and ripping them as you were his enemy.
you could barely hear anything, everything sounding so blurry, and your eyes clouded from the tears that couldn’t stop even if you wanted. the only anything keeping you company is the feeling of pain. the painful stings from his nails, that had dug deep into your skin as you struggled against him
the pain from the impact of his punch that left you with a bloody nose, one that you could taste from your mouth along with the saltiness of your tears, or the salty taste from his leftover cum that lingered in between your teeth, that left you with a bruised throat. every time you tried to swallow down that taste it would only leave you with a sting from how dry your throat had become
and the yanks from his grip when he pulled your body up to meet with thrust, his strength almost dislocating your wrist, but knowing him that’s how he wound want it.
you closed your eyes, more tears running down your cheek in globs, soaking the spoiled sheets of your blood maybe even his, and the disgusting bodily fluids that both your and his created, reminding you of the inflicted pain.
a scream leaving your bruised and cracked lips when he dug his canines deep into your skin, taking a whole piece, blood seeping down across your body.
and all you could do was take the abuse, you had nothing left in you. your body utterly destroyed, and mutilated, your legs couldn’t move if they wanted, after all, they were probably broken from the weight of his body
“god- fuck so good” Childe groaned deeply, ignoring everything about your whole existence, using you as some doll, some rag doll that was his to throw around, and throwing his head back, he let his hips stop, the pain from the constant abuse to your sore cunt now becoming something of nothing.
the warmth of his own being, being the only thing inside you, warm about your body
swear i’m writing the zhongli fic, it’s just a bit longer then a thought it would be, like 4 pages longer :(
- as if wedding rings were chains, you were stuck with the same man that would imprison you, and there was no escape
you do truly wonder if he did love you, it was hard not to wonder and ponder onto that question. as the days had gone you were left with nothing but questions and shiny chains—one that shined on your left ring finger — while the others that dulled, left blemishes of purple around your wrist and feet
it was hard to understand why? why did this love that you consumed, become such a twisted matter, as if you had eaten the same apple that eve had did. the way he loved you now reminding you of the snake that whispered temptations of false promises —the devil— if you will.
and that how he was for you. the devil that had trapped you in a hell filled with pillows and soft silks of blankets. a filled with nothing but a never ending loneliness that could consume you whole
you did love ayato, or more like you loved the version that would whisper nothing but this false promises of love to you..because this was never love. it was a sick obsession. a sweetness that was so sweet it tasted like tart. a flavor that would never leave your tongue.
but still you do enjoy those fantasies of love, because maybe that’s the only time you didn’t feel like you were trapped in this never ending void, that slowly chips aways at the very last sanity that you clench around.
or maybe it’s because you have nothing else to believe? the many escapes you’ve tried end in the same result. more marks of his claim on your body. the pain that would accompany you feeling the most sickening —because those scar— forever living his imprint.
because to him bones creak like sticks in his hands, his hands that once were warm like a warm sunny day, now cold as the metal that bonds you to him.
The hands you interlocked you fingers with , enjoying the roughness of the callous that had formed his swordsmanship now being salt to the wound as they rub against the raw skin– a crimson color – that beautiful color that accompany you most days.
The warm liquid being the only thing that reminded you that this was your reality. The reality of chains, lace and thread. The lace that would accompany his smile. As you would look up at the man you – once loved - his rough hands creasing your skin so softly..
So when the day ends and the dark room that allows no light expect a window that you no longer try to escape from, and a light forms from the creak of the door. you can’t help but look up. the last bit of light that lingers inside, the last bit of sanity that lays in you comes up. as you gaze upon him.
his lilac eyes being the same shade of purple that adorns the fabric of your kimono that he had made just for you. his eyes that gaze down on the bed, where your forever bond. the chains connecting to the bed post, forever keeping you fixated upon the silk sheets.
you could only stare at his face, imagining only the past. the only thing you could hold onto.
“i’ve missed you…”
his voice sounding sickening, an overbearing sweetness laying over his tongue as he spoke those words. it
was to much, like a sweet tart that once you’ve had a few bites it becomes a bitterly taste
his footsteps sound heavy, with each step leaving a heavy creak. the door slowly shuts leaving only the moonlight to dim the room.
he approached slowly, keeping his elegant posture, even though you both know that this situation was never elegant, it was a nasty secret that would forever be hidden from the worlds view—the way he wants it
and the closer he gets towards the bed the more that feeling of dread appears. as if a never ending cycle. with each step another pin drop of dread builds until it will over build and your left with those same lilac irises that sparkles like jewels in the dim moonlight
the darkness only adding to the eeriness mood that it set as he came closer and closer
and when his rough hands come and crease your skin, cupping your cheek so affectionately that it makes you sick. his hands make you feel sick, everything about him makes you sick, yet your stuck. bond to this bed with him forever.
when he leans down to softly plant kiss across your skin, touching you as if your a porcelain doll that would break. you can’t help but notice that his lips feel cold.
his cold lips dragging along your neck towards your collar bone where he rests before looking up at you.
“..haven’t you missed me too?” he speaks, his voice sending shivers down your spine. he trance his fingertips across the fabric of your kimono, tracing upwards from your back, finding the seam lines where the fabric was sewn together to fit your body perfectly.
you swallow down a gulp of air in an attempt to drain down the screams you would let out, but you knew that would result in nothing but more despair
“..yes” you spoke, feeling as if your voice was foreign as it left you lips. maybe it was because you never did get to speak only to him nowadays. he wanted nothing more then to own your very existence, down to your voice, the only time you would use it for him and him only.
“you could never know how much i’ve missed my lovely wife..” he spoke, the word wife making you want to throw up.
you hated when he called you that.
his hand when down towards your left hand. he swiftly interlocked his fingers with yours, his graze looking intensely at the skinny ring.
you only stared at him, looking at his face. you could look as his face contented with a smile, such a loving smile. a while you wanted to tear that ring off. to rip the very paper that would tie you down to this place to him
he brought your hand towards his mouth, leaning forward and placing a kiss upon your right finger, so lovingly.
“i love you so much..” he said softly the words that rolled off his tongue so easily, that it was so hard to believe that he truly did love you, because if you love someone wouldn’t you want them to be happy, you wouldn’t be the very cause of the pain they would go through
using his free hand, he brought it towards your chin. he slightly lifted your chin up, his thumb finger resting against your bottom lip, and you had no choice but to face him
his hot breath sliding across the surface of your face, sending a shiver down your spine. his graze being so overwhelming. that lilac purple staring into yours. you breath hitched, as he brought his face closer towards yours in such a tantalizing slow pace
his lips ghosted across your lips before being them together. the soft press of lips, even his elegance continuing on. he let go of your chin in favor to the back of neck where he slowly tangled his fingers within your hair, no pulling just resting.
and even though this kiss he never once dropped his eyelid’s down, in favor of those light purple irises to stare at your facial expressions, only cardinal desires filled them.
you simply just closed your eyes, it was better then facing that monster who was the one to stare at you like a hungry beast ready for his next meal.
he pulled back slowly, and yet you keep your eyes closed, not wanting to face him.
his grip on your hair tightened, he was signaling for you to open your eyes, and that exactly what you did, what else could you do?
you opened your eyes to face him, to stare at his porcelain face, that was something more akin to a monster. and with the grip on your hair. you couldn’t but wince in pain, it was such a familiar sensation
his facial expressions seemed to disappear, like no emotion expected this sick obsession lived in those eyes of his when he stared at you
you could feel his hands dip lower, running down the curve of your back. your back arching into a smooth curve to get away from his unwanted touch
yet when his nails dug into the fabric of the kimono, threatening to rip the silk fabric and tear at your skin into it allowing that deep crimson color to leak through
you body when slack, trying to resist his every touch that made your skin crawl. the discomfort feeling like needles digging into your skin
he leaned towards the crook of your neck. his hot breath hitting your bare skin that showed though the kimmo. you breath hitched. you could feel the sharp graze of his teeth. begging to tear though your skin like meat. as if he was an animal and was wanting to destroy your body until it was a carcass of a skeleton, not one trace of your being left only his teeth
his teeth sink deep into your skin, you could hear the slightest crunch of skin as he pushed more pressure with his jaw. you body jolted you let out a sound of pain, your body naturally wanting to push him away, to push away the very thing that was causing that pain yet you couldn’t.
not when his grip would only tighten letting it be known that he was stronger then you, and even when you did try to move you u could hear the slight jingle of the chains that keep you there — brushing against each other
and if he could read your every thought, he hand slide down to your left arm where the shiny chain hanged. his fingers slide of the chain as if he was enjoying knowing this metal was here. he unlocked his jaw from your shoulder to allow the iron tasting liquid to prickle from the engraves of his teeth on your skin .
his tongue slipped past his lips, he leaned down before flattening his tongue over your skin and taste the ironed filled bodily fluid. you swear you could’ve heard a soft groan leave his lips.
“..you always taste so good, you truly were made for me” ayato said that with that sickening smile, that sickening tone expression that only one could assume was lust
you keep your lips shut as his hand now moved across your thigh, slipping up your kimono farther up legs, giving him access to you
his hands felt so cold as the glided over your skin, as goosebumps formed on your thighs. you could only for it to be over with before it even began
before you could even speak, let one word out, he had pinned you to the bed. your back hitting the soft mattress. the chains let out a jingle.
his lips instantly were on top of yours, devouring your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth as if he was a hungry beast who hasn’t eaten.
his hand before to work up more and more
and all your could do was take it
after all it was a wifely duty, because you were ayato wife even if you didn’t want to be
- this is a repost because i accidentally deleted the last one :(
it’s hard to speak when you feel words bubbling from the very pits of your throat trying to claw their way out. prying open your mouth to allow the sound out desperate pleas.
yet when the words finally push past your lips, their nothing but sinful sounds. whimpers that slip past your lips as you bite down until blood is drawn. moans that shaped perfectly into his name.
and all you could do was consume yourself into a sick fantasies of softness. as if pillows could consume those fantasies. ignore, the tight grip that digs into your skin. the sharp pain that tears into your skin, a crimson color shading his nails.
you pretend that it wasn’t grunts of his pleasure that left his lips and flowed into your ears. you bury yourself into the pillow, digging what is left of your now dull nails into the sheets. you just had to pretend that it was him singing melodies of sweet nothingness. the sound of “I love you” as prayers. yet only those could be a part of a distant past, one that you truly don’t know if it was simply a fictional story of your pain.
the feeling of your chest crushing your lungs, as your knees were pushed deeply to your chest, the blemishes of bruises would soon decorate your skin as if a black canvas. it’s the way he wants it, for you to only be touched by his hands. like a brush as soft as fur. yet it burns at your skin.
his touch only felt like prickles of needles. burning your flesh of his desire. the way his lips, were so cold that planted your skin. the open-mouth kisses that were sloppy, but that’s how he wanted it. messy and sloppy.
the sobs that left your mouth, as his teeth dug into your flesh, leaving whatever mark of his. it was so suffocating to breathe when it seemed like he was trying to consume you whole.
you closed your eyes, you dreamed of those fantasies where you could look at him with the feeling of your guts twisting and breaking. where you wouldn’t have a consent purple ring mark around your wrist from how tight the chain was, like a marriage ring that would forever bond you to him. as if you could ever escape, not with the way he looks at you. hungry eyes of a predator who would never allow his prey to leave.
Your eyes shot open when you felt the now sporadic movement. you looked at him pleading, your eyes filled with those glossy tears as another sob left your teared lips from both yours and his teeth.
you tried to push against him, but he only gripped your wrists. his grip leaving a deep imprint on your skin. a pained whine left your lips, it hurts, it hurt bad but he didn’t notice, or at least he pretended not to notice, and lived in a fantasy like you were you were actually in love with him, like that distance past.
he brought one of your wrists to his mouth kissing too softly, almost lovingly making you sick. yet even through all of this, he continued to rock his hips into yours, only this time they became more sporadic, and rough, it was too much, he was too much.
you felt like you could feel in your mouth. yet you couldn’t help the moans that left your lips, shaped beautifully in his name.
you felt his grin on your wrist as you let out a loud sound of pleasure if you could even call it that. you hated that every time he would grin or smile. you would think back to the time you loved him. where there were sweet nothings in your ear, where you wouldn’t forced into this position whenever he had a bad day. when talking to him didn’t feel like a dance on a tightrope. when just living didn’t feel like walking on eggshells.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his movement became rougher and more forceful, but he was always forceful. from his words to his actions, it was forceful, never soft, at least like how he was in those fantasies.
he leaned forward his breath hitting the shell of your ear, his breath was hot as if trying to melt your skin. a groan was heard followed by the sound of your name.
his grip tightened around your thighs, a dip imprint on your leg as he pushed even more into your chest your legs feeling crushed as he placed his body weight onto you.
then you heard it
“i love you…”
those words that you fantasized about, yet it was never soft. this wasn’t the love you dreamed about this was your reality..your prison.
the warmth of liquid filled you, you felt sick. you let out a sob as he cooed into your ear.
you wished that your fantasy would consume you whole
