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Summary: The night before the ceremony, you practice the ritual to appease the God of Annihilation- and summon him by mistake. And for that, you pay the price.
Cw: NSFW beyond cut, smut, restraints (he chokes you with the gold chain), p in v, backshots, d/s dynamics, riding him, slight dubcon, ritualistic intimacy, he's cruel but hot, prayer while doing the deed it is blasphemy at this point
Notes: (((i am still on my knees for zayne as we speak and this was not proofread))) posting here instead!! need to work on the side blog some more :')
The moon hides behind a wisp of cloud, and cool wind billows around you as you take a step into the centre of the pavilion. The restlessness grew as the sun had dipped towards the horizon, and you are sure you still need more practice to achieve perfection in the ritual.
If you were to become a vessel and appease the God of Annihilation, it would take much more than a simple set of proceedings for the God to heed your people's prayers. It requires you to devote yourself completely, let your body and soul become one with the ritual- after all, you're both the vessel and the sacrificial offering.
The smooth tiles are cool under your knees, and you exhale, softly whispering the incantations as you bring your arms up above your head. It is only when you bring your hands back to your lap, when the tiles grow warmer as if responding to the ritual. You pause- this has never happened before, not even during rehearsals in the empty temple.
But you can't afford to make any mistake- and without practice, you know the ritual wouldn't be successful.
After a slow, calming breath, you silently mouth the rest of the prayer.
Your eyes widen when golden light shimmers, then bursts with a brilliant flash, bright enough to send you stumbling backwards.
“To dare summon my presence through such a conduit… is this ignorance or deliberate insult?” His voice is commanding, cold- the sound of judgement itself.
You bow, heart hammering in your chest as you keep your forehead pressed close to the ground- and you hear a soft, disdainful exhale from him.
“You will look upon your god when you are addressed.”
You feel it before you see it- a bite of metal and sting of heat around your neck. Panicked, your hands fly to the golden chain as you look up at him. Light seems to bend around him, with golden speckles dusting the air as he stands, tall, regal, and powerful. It's undoubtedly the god himself, standing mere inches in front of you.
His divine beauty lies in cruel juxtaposition with his powers of destruction, and for summoning him in this manner- a path towards your own demise is sealed.
“My Lord- forgive me- the ceremony is not until tomorrow. I was only rehearsing-” your voice cuts off when he tugs on the chain, one cruel movement that has you lurching forward, barely catching yourself by your elbows.
He kneels on one knee in front of you, his divine presence overwhelming. He cups your chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“The offering has already been presented,” he says, eyes dark as he presses his thumb against your lips, parting them. “I will collect due sacrifice,”
When your lips close around his finger willfully, his gaze flickers to your lips before he releases you.
Your vision blurs as vertigo hits, space warping around you before you could even scream.
A heartbeat later, your back hits a padded fabric- a merciful break to your fall, but the air is still knocked harshly out of your chest. The way sound echoes around you indicates some cavernous room, but your eyes see nothing but him- his golden garments draping on your skin as he hovers above you, caging you in- and belatedly, you realise your thin robe is barely covering you, and your limbs are dangling off the edges of the surface.
He doesn't speak, but you see the hunger in his eyes as he leans in, nose brushing your neck before his lips touch your skin.
You tense, “My Lord- the ritual was to be made perfect for you. I must atone for my mistake-”
“Is this your attempt to resist me?”
There's a finality in the way he holds you- decisive, claiming, and you know he has every intention to consummate and seal the ritual.
Your eyes widen, and you shake your head. “No, my Lord. I dare not to.”
“Then give yourself to me, all of your being. Atone by letting me consume you,”
His hands tug your robe off, then slip between your legs to cup you, grinding the heel of his palm against your cunt. Pleasure sparks instantly, and you arch up to him. His fingers deftly find the sensitive nub, and he rubs light, quick circles until you feel arousal dampening your skin, leaking in anticipation of him. Your lips part as soft gasps fill the cavern, mingling with the obscene echoes of wet, sloppy sounds as he rubs his fingers along your wet folds.
“So eager, my offering,” he praises, ravenously watching the way you arch towards him, your eyes unfocused from the pleasure thrumming through your veins.
The coil of hot, heavy pleasure builds in your abdomen, and you feel him collect more slick to rub against your clit mercilessly, bringing the impending wave of climax closer- then it all stops.
A whine slips past your lips, your mind clouded with lust as your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.
The golden chain materialises instantly, a stinging bite around your neck.
“Greed will be punished,” he cautions, tightening his grip in warning- reminding you of the absolute power he wields over you, reprimanding you for demanding pleasure.
His arm slides under your waist as he brings you up from the bench, onto your legs, and you stand, unsteady and dazed, eyes trained on him- the only thing tethering you to this plane.
His arm doesn't leave your waist, even as he moves behind you to sit down, maneuvering you backwards.
“Part your legs.” He guides your hips down with his hand from behind as you straddle him, thighs kept apart by his knees while his grip keeps your back against his chest. You feel the tip of his length brush against your inner thigh- and you realise what awaits if you lower yourself onto him. You pause, knowing full well you aren't ready to accommodate his hardened length.
“You desire to achieve perfection, yes?" he murmurs, dragging his finger along your slit to remind you of your arousal- dripping from you, calling for the god to claim you completely.
“Yes, my Lord,” you breathe, voice tight.
“Then you will take me.”
“I- my Lord-”
“You can, and you will.”
His voice leaves no room for protest.
With your heart pounding in your chest, you slowly sink lower, thighs beginning to burn from holding yourself up.
The tip of his cock prods into your slit, and you inhale sharply, pausing. Your walls flutter when he drags the tip along your wet pussy, coating it with your arousal. The bulbous head pushes in further- you cry out from the intrusion, but his grip on the golden chain is tight.
“Recite the prayer,” he instructs, his breath hot on your ear. “Feel me split you apart while you devote yourself to me,”
A hot curl of shameful desire courses through you, and a moan falls from your lips when he rolls his hips upwards, his thick cock stretching your walls deeper.
With a shaky breath, you begin the prayer asking for divine blessing, the first few words barely making it past your lips while you take more of his hard length, each utterance punctuated by gasps and moans.
He tugs harder on the chain, forcing you lower with his hand on your hip. You feel as if he's already stretched you to the limit- your cunt couldn't possibly take any more of him- he's too big for you to take.
But he snaps his hip upwards, burying himself to the hilt, deep within your tight cunt. It's too much, the burn from accommodating to his size flooding you with delirium. You sob brokenly, arching forwards.
He placates you with a soft kiss to your shoulder, and his hand slides up to palm at your breast, kneading the soft flesh.
“Move- and continue praying,” he commands, voice low.
You gyrate on him, words turning into whispers of slurred syllables and choked gasps, faltering as he rolls his hips.
“Is it too much for you, hm? Can't even fulfill your duty as an offering?”
You shake your head, gritting your teeth to continue with the remaining verses.
Your voice catches whenever he thrusts upwards, and he tsks.
“Shall I offer you guidance?” He asks, lifting you just enough for you to sink back down onto his cock, your walls clenching at the sensation of being stuffed full.
You swallow thickly, beginning to lift yourself on your tiptoes and ride his cock, feeling your pussy glide along the thick length, wet sloppy sounds quickly filling the chamber, mingling with your breathy attempts to complete the prayer.
He meets your movements halfway, with sharp, hard thrusts that have you trembling- your voice bordering on a scream when he angles his hips to hit the spongy patch within you relentlessly.
Your mind is blank with nothing but him, and it takes every single ounce of effort to recite the prayer, even muscle memory becoming unreliable from the overwhelming sensations from being claimed.
He reaches around to rub your sensitive clit, the burst of pleasure making your belly tense. You instinctively shrink away, knowing you can't unravel before you finish the last verse.
“Be a perfect offering,” he coaxes, voice cutting through the haze of pleasure, “Give yourself to me, for ecstasy awaits,”
The final words of the prayer tumbles from your lips, hurried and desperate as your voice grows tight, the coil of white-hot pleasure building with each thrust, fueled by his slender fingers mercilessly circling your clit. You're close, so close- the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. Every moan echoes back to you, a testament to your thorough surrender to the deity while his cock spears deep into your cunt.
The slam of the orgasm rips through you, a sharp jerk seizes you as the wall of pleasure crashes. He lets out a low groan at the way you clench and flutter around him, bringing him closer to his own release. He doesn't stop, and you shudder from the aftershock, prolonged by each rub of his fingers.
You remain ensnared within his embrace, unable to escape the waves of pleasure, his arm wrapped tight around your waist as he thrusts upwards- barely pulling out before slamming deep into you, the rhythm growing quicker, messier. With a grunt, his cock twitches inside your walls, spurting hot seed to fill your cunt. He grinds his hips, pumping you full- and the sensation has you falling limp against him, only able to think of his presence, how his body feels, how he has marked and consumed you from within.
A press of his lips on the side of your neck clears the hazy fog from your mind.
“Rest with me, my sweet offering,” he murmurs, and you let your eyes close as a gentle hush replaces the frenzied consummation, the slowing rhythm of the god's breaths becoming one with the yours.
Notes: Hello dear reader and fellow GoA Zayne enjoyer, thank u for reading i hope this one was fun <3 (and yes he's still inside u by the end of the fic oOOP goodbye) Likes + Reblogs forever appreciated ✨️ ❤️
Not to be a #giggly-lady, but oh my fucking GOD—😳🤭💓💓😵💫🫠😍
Just now getting into this game, and it is a travesty amongst nature there aren’t more fics of God of Annihilation! Zayne specifically. ESPECIALLY after the angst ending where he can meet his love againnn. 😖🥹❤️🩹
ANYWAYS, Ajsbsbsb. Thank you for your service, dear LADS author. 🫡❤️💛❤️🔥
i’m writing a scene where reader finds a really cute dress, but i want it to be a style/cut that flatters all of us girlies: meaning all body types.
and i feel like milkmaid dresses like this specifically are literally the cutest and will work but i could also be bias because i personally love this style
And it’s ’horror show bad AU’ endings like this that make me literally seethe with rage any time fandom acts like Rumi lying to Zoey and Mira about being half-demon is a ‘betrayal’. This exact (horrifically awful/beautiful/heartbreaking) fanart is probably just one of MANY nightmares Rumi probably would’ve had of her ‘friends’ immediately killing her on the spot if told.
She’s not obligated to out herself to two people who are very dangerous and powerful demon hunters who have (frankly terrifying) weapons with the ability to kill her. Because even if it’s very unlikely Zoey and Mira could ever bring themselves to do this—the likelihood is still never ZERO (they literally raised their weapons at her in the movie, and as much as I love all the girls, it pisses me off to eternity that they never apologized to her on screen). Even if the likelihood of the girls doing something like THIS is only a 5-10% chance—would YOU be willing to risk your life on that percent of a chance?
Rumi isn’t obligated to throw herself at the mercy of two demon hunters just to coddle their hurt feelings. She never betrayed anyone that night. THEY (Mira, Zoey, Jinu and Celine) all betrayed HER. And they’re all lucky she came back to save them in the end, because so many people wouldn’t have, after being treated like garbage.
This sounds like I’m hating on the movie, but I’m really not. 😭🫣😅 Mostly just venting about the small issues I have with it on my personal blog. Rumi also is apparently someone I’ve come to relate heavily to, so I’m VERY protective of her in that regard, and hate fandom putting any blame on her at all for lying, when she had EVERY right to do so, to physically protect her own life.
In conclusion—how DARE you do this to my child, Rumi, dear amazing fanartist. 💔🥲😭 Lol. 💜✨
Saw this heartbreakingly beautiful (horrifying) fanart again, and I am reblogging again to commend the artist for their work, while also clarifying that in THIS specific AU? I HATE those heartless bitches, Mira and Zoey, and hope they both choke on their shame and self hatred until they finally croak from the pure guilt of it all of murdering their so-called ‘best friend’ years later. (If someone ever writes a fic of this very situation of these two living the rest of their miserable lives in self loathing and pain, I’d sip a smoothie and hum in content to myself while reading it).
It’s what they deserve. :)
CANON Zoey and Mira are thankfully very flawed individuals who I’ll always be angry at over their reaction at the Idol Awards, while still able to care for them in conjunction with hating them/their actions (I’m an Anakin Skywalker fan. It’s VERY easy for me to hate/love a character in equal measure at the same time).
Hahaha, that’s way more than enough for me! 🥰🤗❤️ I’d bounce off the walls for a time lapse of your process and brushes and stufffff (as an aspiring procreate artist). 👍💕💕💕
God… a part of me will always DESPISE to the BONE Zoey and Mira for this. 💔 :(
Doesn’t mean I don’t like their characters either… just mean I’ll always seethe with rage at them when remembering how cruel they were to betray her in this scene.
Because no, Rumi ‘lying’ isn’t a ‘betrayal’—because she LITERALLY risks her physical safety if choosing honesty. I don’t care what a small percentage it is for the girls to kill her—would YOU risk your life on a 5-10% chance of death? I couldn’t care less how ‘betrayed’ they both felt. They should’ve known better and trusted her.
… With that being said, I do like their characters. Lol. 😭 It’s just this one thing I’ll always be bitter at them for. I’m an Anakin Skywalker fan. I’m VERY familiar with loving and despising a character basically the same amount.
God, they’re so damn lucky Rumi’s such a forgiving person. 💔❤️🩹💜
ANYWAY, lol. Rumi is my child now, and has never done anything wrong in her lifeeeee (only halfway kidding). 💜✨💖👏😤😂
And it’s ’horror show bad AU’ endings like this that make me literally seethe with rage any time fandom acts like Rumi lying to Zoey and Mira about being half-demon is a ‘betrayal’. This exact (horrifically awful/beautiful/heartbreaking) fanart is probably just one of MANY nightmares Rumi probably would’ve had of her ‘friends’ immediately killing her on the spot if told.
She’s not obligated to out herself to two people who are very dangerous and powerful demon hunters who have (frankly terrifying) weapons with the ability to kill her. Because even if it’s very unlikely Zoey and Mira could ever bring themselves to do this—the likelihood is still never ZERO (they literally raised their weapons at her in the movie, and as much as I love all the girls, it pisses me off to eternity that they never apologized to her on screen). Even if the likelihood of the girls doing something like THIS is only a 5-10% chance—would YOU be willing to risk your life on that percent of a chance?
Rumi isn’t obligated to throw herself at the mercy of two demon hunters just to coddle their hurt feelings. She never betrayed anyone that night. THEY (Mira, Zoey, Jinu and Celine) all betrayed HER. And they’re all lucky she came back to save them in the end, because so many people wouldn’t have, after being treated like garbage.
This sounds like I’m hating on the movie, but I’m really not. 😭🫣😅 Mostly just venting about the small issues I have with it on my personal blog. Rumi also is apparently someone I’ve come to relate heavily to, so I’m VERY protective of her in that regard, and hate fandom putting any blame on her at all for lying, when she had EVERY right to do so, to physically protect her own life.
In conclusion—how DARE you do this to my child, Rumi, dear amazing fanartist. 💔🥲😭 Lol. 💜✨
