#i didnt wanna dump more shite out for Leighton too

[morgana-ren]

More in depth 👏 more nasty 👏 whether for Bailey or Leighton it's your choice. Bring on the nasty. Indulge yourself. No holds barred

I'm going to do an actual nasty thing for Bailey but I'm on doped on medication right now so instead this ended up getting vomited out and it's pure pretentious, flowery shite but I wanted to get something out today, for hells sake. I wanted to save the actual more in depth and more nasty for when I'm even slightly coherent. If you've got any specific ideas for something worth a damn, please let me know. Scenarios and what not. Also for Leighton too.

𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 :

You have always belonged to me//Just like your first time//You will always be mine

The heartless caretaker; serpent in the skin of a man that he's shedding because of you. Turning his gaze isn't easy, but it is permanent. If you didn't want this, you should have kept your head down, paid your debts, and obeyed. He can hold a grudge with the same ease as a conversation but it's neither of those things he's interested in right now.

Fingers splayed across your throat and teeth bared, his desk becoming an altar to sin as he commits the only blasphemy he swore he never would. It's not him who kneels before it, but it's his voice that exhales 'Oh God' in an unholy sigh.

You've got a tongue that tastes like iron and blood on your teeth and you're not sure if it's yours or his. His hands threaded through your hair, your claws in thighs, and an entire life's worth of animosity to work through. It gives the term hatefuck a run for its money, and Bailey never forgives a debt.

He's like a Father; he's like a monster. Either way you lean into it, it knots your stomach and makes you sick, but this town has a way of twisting people up in the Kudzu so it's not unexpected that when you were born into the monster's den that you'd end up in his bed.

Save this time, it is the snake who was led astray into temptation. It is your venom pulsing through his veins even as he does his damnedest to ensure you suck it out in equal measure. It's ironic— You radiate purity and it slips through his fingers and under his nails, digging beneath his skin and burrowing in his black little heart. An itch he can't scratch; a stain he can't get out even as it's you who is filthy. You play at Eve but you are pure Lilith, and when you lie beneath him, it is all fight and fury as he devours the innocence he robs from you.

It is his by right. You cannot steal what belongs to you, and you have always belonged to him and what you do not give willingly, he will take.

Coiling tightly, enveloping completely. Hunched over you like a gargoyle with a stone sneer and cold eyes but hands so hot you swear they singe your skin as he burns the shape of his fingers into your flesh. That halo above your head cracks and splinters with every thrust and he could just take it from your head and bind your neck, keeping you tethered beneath him now and forever. You cry his name like a dark, forbidden prayer to an ancient and forgotten God and he is utterly lost in the paradise nestled between your thighs.

White feathers scattered across his floor, but the wings that envelop him bleed black. Bailey hasn't been religious since he was a boy but he has seen the face of God, and she whispers through broken lips that she forgives him even as he defiles an angel. He pumps corruption between your thighs-- the only corruption you've ever truly known and there's something so redeeming about sinning with divinity. Grace he was not gifted willingly but will bask in nonetheless.

When you hold heaven in your hands, it's only natural you'd never want to let go, and when you've gone through Hell, it's only a matter of time before you dance with the devil. His heart beats a Mephisto Waltz and he decides the moment he empties his damnation inside of you that he isn't much keen on letting salvation wiggle free of his grip.

And so he doesn't. He takes his communion in your tears and savors the holy water. He'll clip your wings and tug you down from heaven's grace as many times as it takes. The mark of the Beast is a tattooed serpent and once it is upon you, not even God can save you now.