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giacomettislament · 3 years

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femme égorgée (woman with her throat cut)

“the feeling’s coming, so follow me.”

rook. idia. malleus. lilia.

content warning(s): kinktalk, virgin shaming

—Voyeurism: The eyes of a hunter, the hegemony of an artist. Only Rook could find the same pleasure that you might fiend for without moving a single finger himself. You always know he’s there; you could never miss the green eyes that watch you without blinking from the shadows. You, all naked and so easy to catch, touching yourself on his bed. His bed smells like him, and every moan that spills from your lips is but bait dangling in front of him. Your gut churns with heat as you tweak your nipples and slide your slick fingers in and out of your sex, stretching yourself out in the way that his heavy cock might, and whimpering loudly when it just doesn’t feel as good as it does when he fucks you into tomorrow.

“Rook… Rook… I want you, Rook,” you sob, your slick making a mess underneath your ass. It isn’t enough to know that he’s watching you. You want to feel his huge hands all over your body: marking you, fucking you, making your eyes roll back into your head as his dick fucks countless orgasms out of your tight hole. “Fuck- Fuuuuuck! It doesn’t feel the same…!”

He can feel his dick straining against his pants. You look so desperate, so needy to have his fat dick plowing into you and messing up your insides, to cum so hard on his cock to the point that you forget your own name, to give yourself up so willingly to him to get rid of the incessant arousal that keeps you from the pleasure that you want so bad. He can’t get enough of how much you’re twisting and writhing on his bed, unable to get yourself off with just your fingers.

Your thighs shake violently as you fuck yourself on your fingers, your hole pulsing and clenching around your knuckles. You feel wet with slick and lube, but it doesn’t matter because none of it is Rook’s cum. Great Seven, you’d trade anything to have him stretch your insides out and fuck you into oblivion, instead of begging pathetically like this, all spread out and doing nothing but giving the hunter the show he wants. You want him to take you down and to ruin you, but all he’s doing is toying with you as he draws nearer and nearer.

“Please,” you sigh, your hand cramping with how much you’re trying. “I just want you, Rook. Please, please, fucking hell, I want you to fuck me!”

He simply smiles, content with his place in the audience, savoring every twitch and cry you let out for him. No one else can entertain him quite like you do.

—Humiliation: Idia’s a closet freak. It doesn’t matter whether you’re humiliating him or if he’s the one doing the humiliating; there’s a guilty way his stomach curls up in arousal and his dick twitches at the thought of being shamed for doing something that feels so brutally instinctive, so irresistibly addictive. You could sneer at him and call him a gross otaku that’s never fucked anyone before, and Idia’ll blush and snivel about how he really is a pathetic virgin. Of course, that’s followed by him pushing you down on his bed and spearing you on his “gross otaku” cock until you’re shrieking his name and your body’s convulsing with what’s probably your millionth orgasm. Who’s the one laughing now?

“Fuck, fuck- You’re so warm,” he giggles, clawing at his own face as if he can’t handle the heat of your sex swallowing his dick. “I-I’ve never touched someone like this before… Shit…! I didn’t know that a normie could make me feel this way-”

You grimace into his pillows, his creepy giggling making you tighten up around him in a mix of disgust and amusement. “Can you not sound like a virgin for two seconds? Great Seven, if you’re gonna do nothing but cry and cum, then I’ll find someone else to fuck me instead.”

Idia’s cock jerks violently against your taut walls at the threat, and you mewl out unconsciously when he slams his hips roughly into you. “N-No! Let you go? I can’t do that—who’s gonna have sex with me if you d-don’t let me fuck you? No, no- You have to stay with me, you need to stay with me…”

You nearly scream when he slides his hips back, leaving nothing but his leaking tip inside of you before brutally forcing the entirety of his cock back into you. You throw your head back, arching your spine and practically spasming underneath Idia from the pleasure that tears through you like a monster. He’s huge, and his balls are heavy and hung as they slap against your ass; you can hardly believe that a stupid, elitist, clueless bumfuck like him is getting the better of you.

But he feels so good, so damn good, you can’t help but let him fuck into you equally as desperately as you feel.

—Creampies: Malleus doesn’t know what it means to take things casually. Hell, the moment you kiss his face and tell him that he’s the prettiest boy in the world, he’s ready to marry you right there and then. He loves you so much, to the point that he probably loves you too much for his own good, so it’s only natural that he shows you his unwavering adoration in bed too. He’s a prince and you’re his entire world, so there’s nothing he loves more than filling you up with his cum so that he can satiate not only the primal side of him that demands to claim you but the diehard romantic in him that wants nothing more to make sure that your love is something he can selfishly hog.

“T-Too much-,” your voice cries out in a strained tone. The sheets of his bed are messy and unruly, and you dig your head into his pillow yet again. Your walls shriek in both overstimulation and raw pleasure as you feel Malleus rut into you again. The squelching noises that ensue make your head spin, and you can feel the previous loads of his cum running down your thighs and pooling on the bed. “You already came so much…”

“Not enough… Something like this isn’t enough,” the fae rasps. He bites down on your shoulder, and that’s as much of a warning that you’ll get before he fucks your abused sex again. He’s still gentle, but his sheer size makes you moan out his name drunkenly, your body flaring up with heat as your sopping wet entrance milks his engorged cock yet again. It’s unfair, how easily he gets you addicted to his dick, and you can’t help but truly feel like a prisoner to the dragon whenever he ravages your body.

He kisses your neck as he pounds into you, fucking his cum even further into your convulsing walls. You’re so cute, so beautiful, so vulnerable when you let him hold you like this, and it takes every ounce of self control for him to not rip into you and leave you reeling in mind-breaking pleasure that’ll leave you as nothing more than a trace of the person you were before.

One day he might. One day he might lose control. But tonight, he holds you as you are: loving, foolish, all his.

—Overstimulation: It’s difficult to predict what Lilia could be thinking at times. There’s no debate that he’s an idealistic man who’s willing to dirty his hands for that ideal, so while you may know which way he’s headed, you can’t tell if he’ll take the sunny road or the road less taken. Regardless, he’s a man used to taking and taking, whether that’s his bloody history or your love. He’s not one to be satisfied with just one quick, romantic round of lovemaking; Lilia isn’t done until you’re crying into his neck and his back is scratched a shade of deep, deep red from your nails.

You can’t even moan. All you can do is gasp, your legs trembling and your entire body nearly growing numb after each thrust from Lilia. He seems to like seeing you broken down like this: eyes glazed over, cum soaking every hole in your worn body, fucked out to hell and back by him. Your walls have little resistance to them anymore, making it way too easy for him to go round after round, slopping ramming himself into you at such a fast pace that it feels like his bed might actually break.

“Such a pretty face you’re making, little one,” he cooes, grabbing your face with one hand so he can see how lifeless you look. You feel drunk; your head is pounding with your pulse, and your thoughts are too fuzzy to make out anything other than the raw feeling of your dripping wet sex and the dull throbbing of your arousal building up again. You’re not sure if you want him to stop or continue: everything just feels like a lot.

He drags his tongue against the bottom of your lip, drawing a whine from you. He can’t get enough of how you look, fucked so silly that you’re entirely reliant on him, hooked on the feeling of his cock turning you into nothing more than a pile of sentient flesh and bone for him to fuck, surely unable to walk for the next few days. Only he could make you feel this good, and that’s the reason why you’re so fond of him to begin with.

“You’re doing so good for me, little lamb,” Lilia praises, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “Let me enjoy you for a little bit longer. And then I promise, I’ll let you rest.”

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