Dog Teeth.
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV.
Character: Zenos yae Galvus.
Warnings: Violence, very light spoilers for Stormblood, abusive relationship, slightly NSFW, dub-con/non-con.
Gender of the reader is not specified.
(Based off this).
It couldn’t be worse. Or maybe it could. Or maybe you didn’t actually knew because you weren’t able to think about it at the moment, your heart was way too loud echoing in your ears to be able to hear pretty much anything else above it. The only thing louder was Zenos’ heavy breathing next to you, so close and painfully warm, crashing against your skin, burning. It takes your mind to the present, on guard even if you feel like breaking every time you move.
You’re too broken to fight back. Your strength isn’t even enough to try to make him slow down. You can only twitch and flinch every time you feel him move faster, unpredictable like only he can be.
Getting out wasn’t an option not even in your wildest dreams, so you could only wish Zenos’ mouth wasn’t just like him but it was; it left blood and destruction everywhere it went, marking your skin, breaking it apart, leaving deep wounds over the bruises he made before, tasting your pain. You thought maybe it was worth it because as long as he’s occupied with you he wouldn’t be burning cities down and slaying innocents. It was a very desperate, self-created, and not at all true silver lining, and it did nothing to stop your crying.
His pace is relentless, violent, harsh, just like his hands caressing your body and grasping you tightly wherever he could, tugging and pressing enough to leave marks that would only become darker as time went by. When his teeth touch your neck you tense and stop breathing even if his thrusts make you want to gasp, you’re on high alert and fearing for your life as his mouth closes on your throat. And you were supposed to be the beast?
Your eyes shoot open and tears don’t stop falling, but you’ve become overly attentive at his next moves. If he so wanted, and you knew, he could break your neck with just one bite. He does bite hard enough to make you choke a cry and tear your skin open, you can feel it sting, it hurts so much, but you’re grateful he didn’t kill you just yet.
When he pulls back to see the mess he’s made of you, you finally suck in air filling your lungs and feeling them burn with heat. He’s smiling and you don’t need to see him to know, he’s very proud of what he’s done but you can sense he’s not satisfied yet. He needs more destruction, he needs to break you further, he needs you torn to pieces beneath him. Just thinking about it makes his blood rush, it goes faster in his veins and you swear you can no longer feel your own heart pounding, but his excitedly beating against your torso.
Zenos moves his hips faster, deeper, his hipbones crashing against you and creating yet another reason for you to be in pain. He’s no longer grinning, now his lips curl up in a mockery of a smile that you could only describe as animalistic, his teeth are showing and they’re partially covered in blood. Your blood. He licks it off and swallows, breathing heavily as his eyes pierce through your body with such hate and lust and just general desire for chaos in them. He’s a true monster.
It’s not enough for him to hear you crying and choking on your own breathing, he’s not satisfied with your whimpers every time his hips slap against you, neither with the way your face contorts into painful gestures whenever his hands clasp onto your already abused flesh, imprinting his fingers on your skin. So he reaches your throat with one of his hands while the other keeps one of your legs spread for him, his grip tightens more and more and his nails are starting to dig into the teeth marks he’s left before over your neck.
You writhe and try to get yourself free. You scream with hoarse voice and words are no longer in your mouth, just desperate yells that abandon your throat and leave you suffocating because of the pressure around your neck and the brutal way he’s pounding inside you, knocking the air out of your lungs with every thrust.
Oh, your screams. You look like a wounded animal. In his eyes you’re just that, a maimed beast made just for him to break apart. You sound like pure agony incarnate.
It’s still not enough for Zenos.
He needs more.











