Monster fucking dom!reader you say ?? Sounds like my alley !
I think a normal amount ( not ) about Domming Akaza . So pretty on his knees , hands bound behind his back . He could rip free if he truly wanted to , but he doesn’t .
Letting his goddess do as she pleases with him . Playing with him until he’s a mess , TEARS rolling down his face .
dom!reader monsterfucking fics would literally be a dream come true. i'm tempted to write some monster versions of characters. now about akaza...
I think about domming akaza an abnormal amount i'll admit it. He's just so pretty, so polite, and so pliant (with the right person). Acts of service and worship just feel natural to him. There's nowhere he feels more at peace than knelt at your feet with his cheek resting on your thigh. You almost don't even need to restrain him, for he'd keep his arms behind his back on his own if you asked. But even akaza can only take so much teasing before he starts mindlessly pawing at you.
There's very little akaza wouldn't let you do to him. Like edging him until he feels he'll burst into flame if you don't give him some sort of release, growling and snarling each time your hand retreats from his aching sex.
If not for the bindings as a physical reminder of his position he might have caught your wrist and demanded you to finish him off- though even if that were to happen, all it would take is one look at your unamused expression to release your hand and bow his head in apology. You deny his release for hours on end until every touch to his swollen cock feels like it's scorching him, and toss him right back onto the edge. His back arches and curls up into your grasp, mindlessly chasing the maddening stimulation.
He wants so badly to cum that all he can do is beg you over and over to let him, to have mercy on him. your comforting words and shushing only deepen his humiliation, an almost sickly flush blooming across his pale cheeks, the red hue a stark contrast to the blue markings that adorn his skin.
Just when he thinks you'll cave, stroking him longer, letting him get closer to the edge until he feels like he'll be able to spill his seed- you rip it all away, leaving him to pitifully buck into stimulation that isn't there anymore.
And if you were to ruin his orgasm whilst he's in that state? He's crying out in anguish, asking you 'why why why' between miserable sobs as the satisfaction of his release is ripped from him.
And when he's finally calmed down, you take his face into your hands so sweetly and tell him just how good he is. How strong and resilient he is for you, always enduring all that you inflict. And like the pathetic creature he is, he crumples under your praise. He knows he'd do anything to appease you, and suffer through any punishment or torture.
