sally face oneshots (some nsfw)

LARVIS / SMUT "my God."

a/n - this is based off me and a friend's roleplay ideas chat <3 hi lyn

includes : God complex, mental illness, sex worship, Christianity and homophobic slurs.

Travis had said before, said firmly, told the man he could repent. repeated the words as though it was a comfortable string of words. his father's words would bang at his skull and tell him that ‘fags go to hell.’ and after a while he begun to believe the words. believe the sermons, and believe the feelings he held for the demonic man were sinful.

perhaps they were, he couldn't identify where or when the desire started. they'd meet at night, Travis would give him alcohol in return for weed, and they'd sit in that field and drink and smoke. they'd share a cigarette or just ignore each other. Travis only spoke when Larry offered to bandage his busted knuckles, he'd tell him no.

but when drunk hands would wander up his thigh and along his waist, he'd slap the hand away and insult, tell him again and again that he had to repent, just because of those hands.

although. he was a hypocrite, the worst kind as well.

—

he laid on the old mattress in the cold basement of the Addison Apartments complex, Larry's bedroom. speaking of Larry, he hovered over the blond. eyes focused down on the tan skinned boy, almost taunting him.

the long, unkempt and slightly curly brown locks that framed Larry's face made Travis feel all weak. the slight smirk and gap in the two front teeth, the one that could hold a cigarette.

“aw, cmon, Phelps, you were complainin' just a minute ago, where'd that whole Bible thumper attitude go?”

Larry questioned, his voice rough and raspy, and the slight Hispanic accent to his voice, that Travis assumed he got from his mother.

“fuck you” he spat

“dont speak to your god that way, Travis” Larry warned.

a roll of his eyes from Travis, he couldn't admit the way his stomach flipped with each word and each demand given to him.

—

moments passed and the fabrics of their clothes tossed into the pile of dirty laundry on Larry's floor, Travis decided not to care about that for now. the teeth that sunk their way into his collarbones, biting into flesh and making a mark on the Christian male.

“oh my god.”

“what about your ‘god?’ huh?”

the dark-skin male reached down, his hand cupping over the golden-haired boy. his fingers, pressing harshly against the nape of his neck. pressing down just enough to give that suffocating feeling.

“i’m your god.”

he whispers. barely audible.

larry— hovering over him. the chain around travis’s neck, decorating his collarbones with a pure gold cross. it catches the glare of the light in larry’s retina. if he was so inclined, he could inch forward and snatch it between his teeth.

the flood of light that sinks through the dim bedroom forms a misplaced, half-halo around larry’s dark hair.

“you’re my god.” the blond squeaked out, a sound of confirmation almost.

it drove Travis crazy, how almost seamlessly the brunette could pin him with just words.

the thick air, the sound of Larry breathing and the feeling of the cold metal piercings on Larry's lips  pressing to his skin.