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✽ ― DRAW MY BREATH, LOVER !

( SYN. ) a mark, a sign, a promise. you are his ( and he is yours ) and what better way to show it than silk and leather round your neck? or in which, they collar you. ( kamisato ayato / jing yuan / zhongli x reader ).

( CW. ) afab ! reader with no gendered pronouns. collaring, teasing, ( ayato and jing yuan ), orgasm denial, slight pet ! play, asphyxiation, master kink, use of titles ( ayato ), face sitting, overstimulation, cunnilingus, messy cunnilingus, jing yuan being a bastard ( jing yuan ), mentions of contracts, blowjobs, hair pulling, deep throating ( morax ). morax being a warning in itself because he's got some shit going on lol. MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS ; DO NOT INTERACT!

⚘ ― KAMISATO AYATO ;

He likes obedience. He favors the loyalty of dogs on a leash — those tamed animals with kinder eyes that eat out of his hands. Once upon a time, they were wolves with wildness in their veins. They tore across grasslands and tasted fresh blood on their tongues. They hunted, they devoured and howled camaraderie and bathed in moonshine. Then a few broke away and human hands molded and shaped them and stripped off parts of that primeval sentiment.

Some called it a necessity. There were no more wolves. Just dogs. Dogs that eat out of hands and keep the children warm at night. Some call it a humiliation. What is worse than subjugation, than to lose your claws to blunt-toothed beasts?

He brings those fragments of humiliation to you as well and he expects shame. He thinks of the ways you’d push that collar away and turn your nose up. But you trace its silken surface. You hook it in place round your neck. You crumble and succumb and melt beneath his touches like snow, like honey.

And Ayato…perhaps he lets it get to his head. He allows himself this arrogance. Just this once.

You savor this flavor of masochism. He calls you shameful. “Because you are.” he whispers into your ear as your kimono is undone and swept over your thighs. “You are shameful.” And your mind scatters and your limbs turn to sand ( and you can think of nothing but Ayato, Ayato, Ayato. ). He thumbs at your clit; pinches at it, dampens his fingers with your slick and your plugged heat.

You open your mouth and try so hard not to moan. “I am shameful.” you breathe. The words, they are easy to say. It’s instinctive. It is second nature and he pleasures in it.

“Good pet.” Ayato grasps your chin as he pulls your back flush to his. You can feel his cock drag through your insides with practiced deliberation. Every inch elicits a desperate whine. Your arms tremble and distantly, you wonder if you could hold yourself up like this with him grinding into you and that urge to gnaw and scratch at the tatami mat below you.

Another thrust. You bend over and it’s a wave. It takes your boat and dampens your sails and broaches your hull and drags you under. You lose to Ayato as the fool does to the ocean. You lost the moment you saw that collar with his name on it and wore it like a good mutt. You’re losing right now, panting below him.

His fingers curl around the silk band and tugs. The air thins. You choke and claw at the mat and you feel lightheaded desire boil within your gut. You want more. You hunger. “Please.” you gasp. “Milord, please. Again.”

“Again?” he asks.

You nod. “Again.”

“And I take it you want more?” he adds. “You want me to go faster?” His face is flushed now.. He wants this too, in the end. He just has a little more dignity to spare, to coyly tuck it away behind a teasing smile. But it fragments. It holds spider webbing cracks and you see through it.

“Please.” you don’t think you have much left in you. Your patience wears thin. You want more before madness creeps through your mind as your release hangs just over the edge and beyond.

Ayato kisses you and draws you closer. “How polite.” he coos. His knee nudges your legs further apart and you clench your fists. Yes. Yes yes, you want this yes. You swallow back drool. You wait, twitching as his cock drags out of your cunt.

He slams into you.

You cry out, out to the empty room as he grasps at your hair and your collar. He nips at what neck he could and he’s thrusting hard, fast, sloppy in and out of you. You squeeze around him. Keep him close. Don’t leave, your mind whispers. You feel so much of him, a fullness, a need. He’s hot too against your walls. And hard. And it’s a delicious, delicious need that flutters in your chest and does away its weight for something floatier.

“Ayato.” you keen. “Milord. M-milord — m’close —”

It’s silent otherwise. Apart from your whining and the lewd squelch of his girth in your folds and how you’re falling apart in his arms. Ayato shifts above you and his flushed chest is pulled right to your back. His lips are drawn back. He looks innocent and cruel like a kitsune working magic and mischief. He’s rolling his hips. You feel your high crest, and the weightlessness that comes with it.

Yes. yes please — Archons yes.

“Stop.”

You stop. Pant. Feel your orgasm ebb away. ( You cry. You cry and cry and beg into the floor and ask him why.) You’re obedient. You’re loyal.

Ayato hums. His digits stroke at your cunt and gathers the mix of slick and precum. “This time I'll consider it.” he promises. Your cheeks burn and your heart begins to race.

He grasps at your collar.

“Yes Milord.”

⚘ ― JING YUAN ;

You think he’d know restraint with the way he touches you now.

It is an inane thing to wonder. Jing Yuan held centuries worth of patience, a quiet cultivation from reckless arrogance to tempered humility. You’ve heard stories, from Yukong, from Fu Xuan, from the records and scrolls and his own lips. Then something snapped. You do not know why. Or when. Or where. But he holds you with urgency now. It borders on desperate greed ( it’s something that could tear into you, swallow you whole ).

You let him take you. He has you on the bed. He’s kissing you, over and over with feverish abandon. With a painful yearning, a fervor, a familiarity. Something wells up, within your desire and lust — a knowingness, a piece of you that seems a little more aware than the rest. Maybe you did know. Maybe it was the way you smiled at someone. Maybe it was an existential dread that crawled down his spine and whispered a painful warning.

( “What’s wrong?” you asked him as he sinks his teeth into bare skin. Your heat pulses. You know you’re dripping at this point. You need him to continue.

“Nothing.” His hands don’t venture any lower.

“You’re not being honest with me.”

A smile. “Maybe I’m searching for something.” Your lips part at that, gasping a bit as he grasps at you. Grabs you. You’re reminded of lions with bloodied muzzles, enjoying a meal draped across their paws. )

( You do not know what it is he searches for. )

Your edges are tugged. He undoes you easily. He has a way with things like that. He knows you so well.

“Shhh.” an assurance and you grip his arms tighter as the anticipation builds and builds and builds and teeters at the blade’s edge. He tugs at his ribbon. You watch his hair fall over his shoulders like a curtain of moonshine and stardust. You’re filling up with a rawness, an affection. You want to hold him close. You want him to pick you apart, have you if he wishes it.

“Jing Yuan?” you test out. He seems contemplative, then he has you sit up. Something wraps around your neck and pulls. It presses against the softness of your skin. The metal piece of his hair tie is cold against your fingertips when you touch it. “Oh…oh you scoundrel…” you mumble and you’re flushed.

Possessiveness ( clawing, snarling, roaring ) skirts through his gaze as he ties the final knot into a pretty bow. His usual cheekiness drifts back as it always does. “What’s wrong? You were so compliant a few moments ago.” he coos, tracing the band. Your breath is caught. You lean into his touch.

“You’re a jealous man.” you mutter.

“You can tie one around me.” he almost seems eager, fingertips digging into the plush of your thighs. “We could match.” a dirty whisper steeped in hoarsness.

“I have more finesse — ” you argue back, stopping when he lays down and pulls you up up up, his lap, his torso, his chest He seems caught in his own dreamlike trance, snugly fit between your legs. His thumbs rub circles into your skin. He looks at you, searching. Even with your bluster, the intensity in that single stare compels a smallness in you.

“Nothing more to say?” he teases. You huff and lift yourself up. You know what he wants. Tempting him to take it is the only step left ( He’s waiting. He’s found it, what he sought after — you, tied, marked and pliant ).

Jing Yuan grins and drags you down onto his mouth. He nudges your thighs farther apart and it’s hard ( Jing Yuan is a big man and the strain makes your hips sting ), something soothed with a featherlight kiss along the inside of your thighs. You’re tense with anticipation. It feels like the seconds before plunging into the deep; a nervousness that lines itself with excitement.

The collar seemed to have stirred something in his gut — you know this when you see his gaze darken and his hand reach up and tug you down. You grab the headboard and whine into the empty room. It’s a loud, embarrassing noise and it’s lewd like the wet noises Jing Yuan’s tongue makes lapping up your slick and stroking your clit.

He devours you. He’s messy; he likes it that way, tasting every bit of you and gripping at your thighs with a growl when you try to move. At some point, you give up on escape and sink headfirst into the pleasure. You’re grinding against his mouth to near suffocation, mewling shakily and stuttering through your words.

“Yes — ah — yes…please — ”

Jing Yuan chuckles at the neediness. Your ears burn, your cheeks are flushed hot. Your limbs feel weightless, like every bit of flesh and muscle and bone was stripped away. He lays his tongue flat against your pussy and pressed down hard, taking in as much as he could. It’s dizzying. You twitch, that knot in your lower belly growing tauter.

“I missed you.”

His admission almost goes over your head. Ah, that’s why, the far reaches of your mind whispers while kisses are pressed to your entrance, nose nuzzling at your clit. He slips his tongue inside, the wet, warm appendage stretching you out just a little.

“Jing Yuan.” you cry out. It’s all you could say now. “J-Jing — ah — Yuan.” Your grasp slips off of the head board and tangles into his soft hair and you pull. You pull and urge him to go faster. It’s greedy but you want it. Need it. Liquid fire spreads beneath your skin. It’s want. Lust. Arousal.

He reaches up in turn and tugs at the loose end of his hair tie in retaliation. Your head dips down and you squeak, then moan, seeing stars and wink at the corner and your grip loosens at his wordless order. Your eyes are begging. “Please?” you ask. “Please?”

No response. He keeps his hold on the makeshift leash. His arm circles your lower back. You’re pulled closer, impossibly close and his thrusting grows sloppy and wet and you can hear the mix of slick and saliva dribbling down the corner of his lips. The contentment he shows only drives you past that peak, closer closer as your thoughts fracture and your mind falls apart.

Another pull of the leash. Another order.

You obey and cum, spasming round him as you convulse on top. He takes you, patiently till your writhing ceases and you’re left trembling, moaning.

He drags his tongue into you again. You seize up. “Jing Yuan!” you gasp, trying to wiggle away. It’s too much, too much and you’re fraying. A muffled laugh rumbles out of him. It’s cheeky and pleasured and he keeps you in place with a pull at the collar and his nails bruising into your ass.

“Stay still.” he tells you in a momentary respite. Then he sinks his mouth, his nose between your legs again, slurping up the mess left behind. You whine, tears clumping at your lashes.

You’re devoured, picked apart.

It is bliss.

⚘ ― ZHONGLI | REX LAPIS ;

This is a god.

He sits before you with a languid slope to his back, a dangerous sort of beauty inlaid within him. It cuts like glass, like a dagger lined with diamond. And his eyes — his eyes were fire and molten jade and gold heated to something red hot ( it makes you tremble. It makes you feel small ).

“Come here.” he gently tugs you closer, gripping at the stone collar around your neck. You listen. You’re too deeply in awe not to, resting your hands against his shoulders, taking in the heat settled on his skin. His thumb swipes over your lips and he doesn’t bother hiding the want in his gaze; it’s there in how he takes you in. He's calculating, ardent, greedy.

( A dragon, you think to yourself. A dragon appraising gold. )

“Kneel.” he instructs. His voice weighs down and dips into a husky whisper. It’s cloying, heady, sinful in every dip and graveled undertone. You kneel, resting your cheek against his knee. “Good pet.” he sighs, combing through your hair with a gentle hand. “Are you ready?”

You purse your lips. Nervousness rabbits through and yet…

“Yes milord.” you breathe. Morax shuts his eyes with a thoughtful hum. The collar at your neck grows warmer and you’re yanked forth between his parted legs, face coming to press up against his stomach. You feel his arousal beneath his pants and the heat pressed up into your skin. Another tug to your neck. He shifts a bit, knuckles pressed to his lips.

You dip your head down. “Shall I please you?” you ask. It’s a stupid question — of course he wants this.

He smiles. Tempered, sweet. There is a fond kindness there, and your lover seems less ethereal and more a man of flesh and bone ( and all the warm, mortal things that come with it and his actions even as horns crown his head and his tail edges down, down down round your ankle ). “Yes.” he replies.

Yes.

Morax’s pants come undone. You meet his gaze. He takes your hand and squeezes it in assurance for a single tender moment. Then it's gone and his hand fists at your hair, tugging just a bit ( he’s still careful — humans are fragile, he learns and he’s softer with you ). You stutter out, moan at the obscenity as you feel his cocks graze your cheek. “Quickly. My patience runs thin.”

Your lips press at one of his tips, feeling his precum smear over skin and onto your tongue as you take him in a little ways. Humans were small, Morax knows this. But you’re eager, a little too eager in ways that stokes his interest. He likes devotion and he adores your company and feeling your touch upon him feels like something precious. He grasps at the collar ( crafted by his hands, marking you, you you ) and the whine it elicits —

( Something snaps. You could feel him fray inside. He’s clawing at the surface as the beast sinks its teeth in and demands true flesh for it’s carnal appetite. )

— ah. He’s being greedy.

He’s heavy on your tongue. You grasp at his untouched cock just as he bucks his hips into your mouth with a hiss. “Keep going.” he purrs. It’s dark, like syrup dripping down your being. “Or should I take over? I can assure you, little love, I will not be gentle.”

You shoot him a rebellious glare — he shall not. It took coaxing, cajoling, deals of his own to finally have him like this. His ochre gaze gleams with delight and the collar seems heavier on your neck. It hammers back the obedience he seeks and that reminder that you’re bound at the feet of a deity ( and he will not take disobedience — as the contract states ). You’re happy to provide.

“Morax — ” the name is muffled as you slide down the rest of the way, cock almost too big for you to properly take completely. The squeeze is tight and his pleasured hiss makes your head swim. You pull out, take a deep breath in and lick a strip up his length, nearly drunk at this point and take his tip into your once more, swirling your tongue round him.

Your hands tremble a little, stroking down his free cock and what length you couldn’t take till his drags you down again and you’re left gagging, sputtering. His rasps are hardly audible, not till they lower into pleasured growls demanding more, more more ( do not stop he seems to say, having seized you completely. Do not stop; and you will not because you’re perhaps sinking just as deep as he is ).

This is a god, you think to yourself between your foggy mind’s clarity, the few breaks of unhazed thought that filters through like the sunlight in leafcover. You choke a little. You want more, every bit of you craving the brutality that he teases ( he will never show it. That heart of his loves you too much. ).

“Good.” he groans. “Good. now keep going — ah — like that, yes…” his hips rock into yoo. You feel pre and saliva trail down your chin and you want to wipe it away and spare the sudden flush of embarrassment. He does it for you, crooning at the sight.

His tail tightens round your neck. He traces a claw over the collar. You keep stroking him, keep hollowing your cheeks and feeling his heaviness rest in your mouth and rut in and out of you with little signs of ceasing.

You feel an ache build at your strained cheeks and your knees. You did not notice the tears till they blur through.

( He stops, wipes them away, lets the beast still its growls for a softer voice and asks you if it’s too much.

You reply with a harsh suck, a squeeze round him. He gasps and the smile he graces you with is dangerous. )

Another thrust, you whimper right around him while his movements grow sloppier and his thighs twitch. He’s close, the feverish desire to pull him apart just a little grows strong. It bubbles forth. You clamp your lips round him harder, feeling every ridge ride you through till his head falls back and he moans into his shuddering release. You take his release, the rest of his splattering to your chest and hands.

“Morax…” you whisper.

His pupils constrict.

Morax grabs you by that collar, hauls you to his lap. You feel his claws paw at you a little too hard.

“My turn.” And you hear the promise behind it. Your cheeks warm just as his fingers dip down, down, down below. “You’ve been such a good darling after all.”

❪⠀🌸⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

eun went crazy in my dm's. requested this. i said yes because none of our thoughts are in the bible and the devil doesn't scare us.

but honestly, i had a lot of fun cooking up three different scenarios ( jing yuan was so much fun iuhygfdcfvbghnj ) and morax UGH yessss. i am biased. i'm obviously biased. don't come at me pls juhgfvgbhn.

but hey hey! first request? first request!!!! i'm cackling rn.

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