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OPEN WIDE // accepting

at his behest kneel afront him ; that one who would stand in the shoes of god , open your maw and bare not teeth but tongue, velvet tipped and slick. RIPE FOR THE TAKING. s u b m i t; for you , seraphim , are nothing in the shadow he casts, you are nothing but the shadow he casts. a perfect imitation of life crafted by the hands of a mortal raised to dizzying heights. shiver in trepidation below him ; creator and destroyer both—— alpha and omega, the beginning and the end. ignore the tremors in steel bones, the dual ripple of desire and terror you know intimately well. GODS you despise how he racks your body with incongruent sensations, how he tinkers with your shell to make them all the more REAL. you start by obeying , thinking that no harm will come if you do. obey and - MAYBE - there will be no more missing pieces in the jigsaw he makes of your body. but really you should know better ; without defiance , with deference , you risk what little life you have left. you risk your SOUL.

hector knows his place by now. he has come to understand the equal measures of kamski’s delight and danger and how he reckons them upon once well crafted body. this time the dominance is weighted with danger, a reminder to hector about his lowly station amidst the halls of olympus. he must kneel and take what is proffered ( HECTOR KNOWS NOT WHY KAMSKI DEMANDS IT OF HIM , JUST THAT HE SHOULD OBEY ). uncomfortable moments pass ; no ground taken by elijah, no disobedience reflected within hector, till deft fingers press on his tongue, pin it to the base of his mouth. OPEN WIDE. make sport of this , trade jab for jab. elijah may take your mouth, but those dexterous digits that probe, invade, they are yours now hector. and so the droid does the unimaginable—— toys with the hand. tongue, skilled and silver tipped, slips betwixt elijah’s fingers ; laps them as once warm eyes turn to ice , nips as full lips purse at his own ations. obsidian eyes bore into cold blue and refuse to glance away. no shame. no pride. this is how he fights back ‘gainst kamski , with an anger colder than the last ring of the inferno.

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rough touch meme ; 8. my muse grabs your muse’s hips // @kmskis // accepting!!

YOU , WHO CRIES FOR LOVE AND COMFORT , SCRAMBLE FROM HIS TOUCH. ironic or heartbreaking? so many nights spent wondering who will next touch your skin, who will hold you like past lover did, and now? you wish the answers never came. for GODS how it burns when he touches you , all those edits to your code heightening sensation to an insufferable degree. like hellfire set ablaze , he destroys with abandon and thinks nothing of it ( UNLESS IT IS WITH FOND REFLECTION WHEN HE STANDS ALONE IN THE RUBBLE AND ASH ). there’s nothing of the fondness niall showed you. nothing of the reverence or care. just domination , power , all things rotten. elijah hefts your hips forward . hands spanning pliant polymers and fingers digging into the extra weight there. he drives you into his stomach and reminds you you are HIS. he will be your creation and destruction ; judge , jury and executioner.

AND YET , you do not hate him. you never did. never will. perhaps ( IN ANOTHER LIFE , WHERE PLAYING GOD DID NOT DRIVE MORTALS TO INSANITY AND THEIR CREATIONS DID NOT REVOLT ‘GAINST THEM ) you could care for him. but this is not that world. and all you feel is contempt, hazed by whatever twisted mimicry of lust he gifted your programming with.

“ what do you want elijah? we play this game so well; you tease. i get flustered, aroused, then pissed off and you tease again. the cycle stars anew. but tell me ; WHAT DO YOU WANT. ” YOU DROP YOUR MOUTH TO THE SHELL OF HIS EAR, WHISPER YOUR BREATH ALONG IT. YOU SPEAK AGAIN , LOW , QUIET , WITH MORE POWER THAN HE THOUGHT YOU HAD. “ tell me, and you’ll have it. because i’m done playing coy. ”