[Reader is entirely gender neutral, but referred to as "pretty" at some point if that bothers anyone]
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"Cold."
"Chilly."
"Icy."
"Freezing."
Shivering bodies huddle together beneath the cloak of tucked feathers. Brilliant radiance burns brighter than the dim, tinted lights lining the parlor's ceiling - christen above a stagnant shadow's head. A glowing crown embleming their higher standing in a place where the influence of many akin to their role has been lost amongst the cloud of smoke and the cheap, addictive thrill of material wealth.
Glasses clink as patrons toss back cocktails of their fancy; drowning out sorrow and sense alike with each tip. Lovers mingle by the bar - many never to see one another again once the haze and adrenaline wears off.
Juvenile in comprises to those of their flock who have guided humanity since the dawn of time, the newly appointed guardian had heard countless tales of places such as this. Honey traps to the swarms of souls facing hardship in their lives.
"Your human is so lucky!"
Lesser in height and overall size, the smaller entity glued closes to your hip sighs wistfully - muffled by the hard shell of the gas mask hooked to their face.
"They always get the nicest things....." The next mournfully utters - woe in their voice a bitter parallel to the smiling clown's face taking place of their own.
"Not a thing. An angel! Prettiest, most precious one we've ever seen. Can we keep you, pretty angel? Can we, can we?" The rabbit masked pleads - fluffy tail stitched into the back of their skirt bouncing with each spring of their heels against the floor.
"Now, now- Let's all get a hold of ourselves." Rational in tone, the blank face of the last maid is one you note nuzzling deepest into the fluff of your wings.
"Wouldn't want to scare our guest off before we got to know them better, right?"
"Right!" The maids shout in eerie unison. It's your turn to shutter as they all simultaneously nestle in closer to your person.
You wouldn't be in this predicament if it weren't for them. Your human. It's impossible to keep an eye on them for long in this hellish venue. Between the stench of ash and the damned, their scent ripe with sweat from grueling hours of labor is lost on you. All those hard weeks of work and the fruit of their efforts - wasted in a single night.
You've tried so hard to reach them. Whispered. Begged. Screamed at them to stop. No matter how loud the voice of reason screeched, they still returned. And so did you. Unwillingly bidding your time with the company of demons. A collective who has taken quite the liking to you.
"It hurts, doesn't it?.... Watching them throw their life away?"
It does. You've yet to hardened against the teachings of your elders. You were once human yourself, but to love humans - you have to accept the fact you can't save everyone.
"We'd listen to you, if that makes you feel better- We already do whatever our bosses say, but doing chores for the one we care about is ten times more fun!"
"Yeah! You'd never have to lift a finger again..... There's a lovely spa in the east wing where you can relax and soak... well, your wings! And whatever else that aches."
"Pleaseee, let us spoil you! We'll do a good job, we'll love and protect you for ever and ever!"
Youre suffocating. Smothered benath the weight of your duties. Their promises. A demon's tongue speaks only lies, yet there is something alien to you in their eyes whenever you walk through theirs doors. Something lost on you in your ascension to a holier form.
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Summary:basically when homelander first pick you (season one) he thought you were perfect for the seven because of your innocent look but turns out you may be a little like him when it comes to manipulating the public
Note: reader is has nothing really special as a power she can fight pretty good but fly is her strongest skill she is a very strong flyer
Your whole life had been built around appearances.
Not happiness.
Not love.
Not even being a hero.
Just appearances.
From the outside your family looked perfect. Beautiful. Untouchable. The kind of family Vought loved putting in commercials. Your parents always dressed like they were heading to a gala even when they were just going to dinner. Smiles always polished. Voices always smooth. Every single movement carefully controlled.
And you learned young that perfection was survival.
“Stand up straight.”
“Smile softer.”
“Don’t slouch your wings.”
“You represent this family.”
Your mother would fix your hair while your father adjusted your posture like he was preparing a doll for display.
Because how you looked mattered more than how you felt.
Especially with powers like yours.
Especially with a face the cameras loved.
People saw you and thought:
angelic.
sweet.
pure.
Your wings alone made people obsessed with you. Massive white feathered wings stretching nearly twelve feet wide when fully extended. Beautiful enough to look holy under the right lighting. Terrifying enough to blot out the sun when you landed.
Vought absolutely loved that combination.
Religious audiences especially adored you.
You were marketable before you were even legally an adult.
But behind closed doors?
The house was a war zone.
Screaming.
Broken glass.
Cheating.
Substances hidden in cabinets.
Your father disappearing for days.
Your mother drinking herself numb while pretending everything was fine the next morning.
And somehow you were still expected to come downstairs smiling.
So you learned how to split yourself in two.
One version for the public.
One version that stopped caring years ago.
The public version smiled politely and thanked people for support.
The real version rolled her eyes the second the cameras shut off.
And unfortunately for everyone at Vought…
Homelander only met the public version first.
When your audition tape landed on his desk, he genuinely thought Vought had found perfection.
The footage showed you in a soft white costume with gold detailing, your makeup flawless, wings glowing under studio lights. Your voice sounded gentle. Calm. Sweet enough to make America instantly trust you.
You spoke about hope.
Protecting innocent people.
Using your gifts responsibly.
Even your laugh sounded rehearsed.
Homelander watched the tape with Ashley standing beside him practically vibrating with excitement.
“She’s polling INSANELY well already,” Ashley rambled while flipping through papers. “The religious demographic is eating this up. Younger audiences love her aesthetic, women love her, men love her, focus groups trust her immediately—”
Homelander barely listened.
He was watching you smile at the camera.
Soft.
Perfect.
Controlled.
Exactly the kind of hero Vought liked manufacturing.
“Interesting,” he muttered.
Ashley grinned nervously.
“So… good interesting?”
Homelander smiled.
“Oh yeah. America’s gonna love her.”
And that was that.
You got the call three days later while sitting in front of your bathroom mirror plucking damaged feathers from one of your wings.
Your phone buzzed.
Vought Tower.
You stared at it for a second before answering.
The woman on the line sounded breathless with excitement.
“We are SO happy to officially welcome you to The Seven—”
You forced immediate enthusiasm into your voice.
“Oh wow really? I’m so excited and honored. Thank you so much for this incredible opportunity.”
You sounded perfect.
Grateful.
Humble.
Sweet.
The second the call ended your face immediately dropped.
“…Jesus Christ.”
You tossed your phone onto the counter and continued fixing your feathers.
Because honestly?
You weren’t shocked.
You’d known you would get in the moment they saw your numbers.
This wasn’t about heroism.
It was branding.
And you understood branding better than anyone because you’d been treated like one your entire life.
Still…
The Seven was different.
This wasn’t local fame anymore.
This was national obsession.
Which meant you had to mentally prepare yourself before stepping into that spotlight.
The day of your introduction ceremony felt suffocating from the second you got into the limo.
Ashley had already called you seven times before noon.
“Smile more naturally.”
“Don’t mention any controversial topics.”
“Keep answers warm but humble.”
“Homelander REALLY likes team unity.”
By the time the limo finally pulled up outside Vought Tower, you already had a headache.
The second the door opened the noise hit you like a physical force.
Crowds screaming your hero name.
Cameras flashing nonstop.
Fans crying.
People reaching toward you desperately.
“ANGEL!”
“WE LOVE YOU!”
“LOOK OVER HERE!”
You froze for half a second.
It was overwhelming in a way you hadn’t expected.
You’d had attention before.
But not like this.
Not this many people looking at you like you were something divine.
Your wings shifted slightly behind you instinctively, feathers rustling as security guided you forward.
The cameras loved that.
Every flash got brighter.
Ashley quickly rushed you backstage afterward while frantically talking a mile a minute.
“Oh my God okay numbers are already climbing this is HUGE—remember the speech exactly how we practiced—smile when you mention hope—”
She kept touching your arm while talking.
Too close.
Too loud.
Too frantic.
You finally stopped walking and looked at her flatly.
“You know you should really fucking chill. I got this.”
The sentence hit the room like a gunshot.
Because it sounded wrong coming from you.
Ashley blinked rapidly.
The assistants nearby looked horrified.
You looked too polished to speak like that.
Too graceful.
Ashley forced a nervous laugh immediately.
“Right! Okay! Great. Fantastic.”
Then the cameras turned on again.
And suddenly you transformed.
Soft smile.
Warm eyes.
Perfect posture.
Your speech was flawless.
You talked about responsibility.
About protecting people.
About hope during difficult times.
You even teared up slightly at one point.
Completely intentional.
The crowd absolutely lost their minds.
By the end of the night your social numbers exploded.
#ANGEL trended worldwide.
Vought stock jumped.
Merchandise sold out within hours.
Ashley looked seconds away from crying from happiness.
Homelander watched the entire thing from backstage smiling proudly beside you for every photo.
But every now and then…
you’d catch him staring at you strangely.
Like he was trying to figure something out.
The next morning was your first official Seven meeting.
And you were late.
Not horribly late.
Just enough to irritate corporate people.
Which honestly made the morning a little more enjoyable.
When you finally walked into the conference floor of Vought Tower the entire room already felt tense.
Executives lined the massive table pretending to look relaxed.
Ashley was pacing.
Several assistants stopped talking the second you entered.
The room itself clearly had not been designed for someone with wings your size. You had to keep them tightly folded behind you just to avoid knocking over chairs.
You already hated it.
Ashley immediately rushed over.
“Okay okay just stand here—Homelander’s about to arrive and we really want this to feel unified and welcoming—”
Nobody looked welcoming.
Mostly terrified.
And then the doors opened.
The entire room changed instantly.
People straightened up.
Conversations died immediately.
Even Ashley stopped moving.
That was the first thing you noticed.
Not Homelander himself.
The fear.
The room reacted to him like prey reacting to a predator entering the area.
And Homelander noticed that you noticed.
His eyes flicked toward you immediately.
That tiny observation interested him instantly.
Because most people focused on him first.
You focused on everyone else.
Homelander entered smiling brightly like America’s favorite hero.
Behind him came the rest of The Seven.
Homelander walked in first like he owned oxygen itself.
Behind him:
Queen Maeve looked exhausted already.
A-Train barely looked up from his phone.
The Deep was trying way too hard to look relaxed.
Black Noir remained completely silent.
Homelander smiled at you immediately once cameras inside the room turned toward him.
Perfect.
Charming.
Artificial.
“Well, well,” he said warmly. “The newest member of the family.”
You matched the fake smile perfectly.
“That’s what they told me.”
Maeve’s eyes immediately flicked toward you with actual interest for the first time all morning.
Ashley laughed too loudly.
“Okay! Angel, why don’t you introduce yourself?”
You paused dramatically.
Then sighed.
“I fly.”
Silence.
“I’m strong.”
More silence.
“People like the wings.”
You shrugged.
“That’s about it.”
The executives looked horrified.
Ashley’s soul visibly left her body.
A-Train snorted loudly trying not to laugh.
Even Maeve looked down at the table hiding a smile.
Homelander’s grin twitched slightly.
Interested.
Then The Deep leaned forward immediately.
“You know,” he said smoothly, “I could show you around the tower sometime.”
You looked at him for exactly two seconds.
“I’d rather not. I’m not really into fishy things.”
Complete silence.
A-Train started choking laughing.
Maeve fully covered her mouth.
The Deep blinked slowly.
“…Okay.”
Homelander watched all of this carefully.
Because something about you wasn’t adding up.
New members usually came in desperate.
Desperate for approval.
Desperate for fame.
Desperate for survival.
But you?
You looked bored.
Like you already hated the room.
Like none of this impressed you at all.
And then something even stranger happened.
Black Noir quietly pulled out a small bag of snacks and held it toward you.
The room paused.
You stared at him for a second before taking one.
“Thank you.”
Noir nodded once silently.
Homelander noticed that too.
You treated Noir more naturally in ten seconds than most people did in years.
No fear.
No awkwardness.
No trying too hard.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
From that moment on Homelander started paying close attention to you.
At first it almost felt harmless.
Annoying more than anything.
He’d appear randomly beside you without warning.
“You skipped the marketing dinner.”
You wouldn’t even look up from your phone.
“I’d rather eat drywall.”
“…Drywall.”
“It has more personality.”
And instead of getting angry…
Homelander laughed.
Because compared to the constant fake praise surrounding him every day, your honesty felt almost refreshing.
Dangerously refreshing.
One afternoon after a mission you stood alone on a rooftop fixing loose feathers while helicopters circled nearby below.
This is a reupload from a fic I posted here back in December. I can't remember why I deleted it but I wanted it out there again 😵💫
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You grunt, trying to stretch to reach back at your unruly mounds of feather. Having found some scrap in a box discarded in the hallway by your cell, you'd managed to fashion a comb with teeth hopefully adapted well enough to preen your wings. Though they were serving a monumental challenge. You hadn't the flexibility to tame them. It was nigh on impossible to lurch back to reach the base at your scapulas. Being cursed with wings by some anonymous force whilst being rocketed across a space rift was bad enough, not knowing how to keep them healthy was even worse. You're basing this preening thing off of assumptions. You've seen birds dig around in their feathers with their beaks. Perhaps it's a necessary step you must take, too?
"Struggling with that?" Comes a voice which was becoming regrettably familiar. You straighten up relinquishing the stray feathers you'd been gripping to try to pull your wing towards you.
"...no." what were you supposed to say? 'Oh yes, please help me! I implore you to touch my wings and put me in your debt!' Absolutely no chance.
"That's odd. It seems from where I stand that you require some assistance in maintaining your wings." Dottore folds his arms, sailing through the threshold of the doorway.
"Really?" You gape at him, laying the sarcasm on thick.
"Yes. It's apparent you do." He halts between your sagging, messy wings. They instinctively fold, much as you do, hunching uncomfortably.
"I know personal space isn't your thing but..." You sigh. Was there really any point? It was just rather poignant to have some guy who's in charge of the institute which has imprisoned you to assume you'd spread your wings and thus make yourself vulnerable to him. Whilst you're wearing pajamas if that wasn't already bad enough. You donned a pair of pale pink bottoms and a lace trimmed camisole. It's what you wore when you descended, they let you hold onto it, graciously.
"Hm?" He tilts his head, presumably not in earnest. You lament that he either wasn't listening, or he's trying to dismiss you on purpose.
"Give me that pick, or whatever you fumbled together." Dottore hoped you'd have little avenue to protest if he was pointed. He notes how you skirt around topics rather than being direct. Though he isn't entirely aghast when you continue to clutch the makeshift comb to yourself.
It didn't seem logical for him to be so eager to help. As far as you could gather, the doctor was solely interested in ventures which expanded his horizon of knowledge or exhilarated him. He was a feared figure all over this world and felt above most human fancies.
"Why are you interested in this? Just get your crony to do it." You had a hypothesis that he could be insisting himself into you in a bid to learn more about you. You assume it'd be fascinating to be around the only figure from another world, who wouldn't want to form a connection to you in order to learn more? It seemed the only logical explanation.
"Why would I delegate to a subordinate when an opportunity of this nature presents itself to me?" Dottore seems chagrined at your proposal. "It's a unique chance to view the complexities of a celestial intervention up close. Who am I to dismiss such an uncommon chance to do so? Would you expect much less from me?"
It'd be opportune for him to voice his intentions and thoughts out loud, he supposes. Predictability wasn't an attribute he'd willingly brand himself with but it would, even if just a fleeting guise, earn him faith, which he could exercise as leeway into probing you further. As far as young mortal women went you could be the most extraordinary he's seen, despite your reluctance to share the spectacular abnormalities which made you so interesting.
Running a thumb along the ramshackle comb you still enveloped with your nimble fingers, you brew quietly on his questions. "You tell me. It's not like I know you." Unless it was his intention to establish familiarity and coax you into recognising patterns, thus perieving him as less of a threat.
The doctor catches your gaze as you look back, knees still to your chest. "I'm sure we'll get to know eachother. It is my intention to know you and your machinations learned from being raised and exposed to a world foreign to this one." Even if he's donning a mask, you note his peculiarly piercing stare, your own eyes are reluctant to tear away their contact.
"So I'm just an interesting slab of knowledge for you to cut into?" You raise the pick to your eyes, closer, jabbing a fingertip into one of the teeth.
"You make it sound crude." Dottore titillates. "The pursuit of knowledge is anything but. It's an art, in its own way." You stiffen when a cold glove plants itself firmly onto your traps, goosebumps swell beneath the surface of your skin. It scoots you a little more towards the edge of the mattress you're perched on.
The doctor still stood tall beside you, looming in a less than hospitable way. You gauge that he is quite noticeably loftier than you, the difference was more apparent in this position.
You swivel to confront him, fidgeting endlessly with your dismal construction of a comb which could ameliorate your pitiful wings. Dottore lurches down to pluck it from your hands with a firm finger and thumb. His lip twitches as he turns it every which way in his hands. "What a poor attempt at assembling something." As someone well suited to masterful mechanical projects forged from veteran minds in the field, it was a steep contrast to hold this in his palm. To actually behold something of this nature was almost satisfyingly different to the mundane craftsmanship he recognised to a tedious point. The Harbingers shakes his head, now was not the time for stray thoughts to dance.
"I digress, it may be adequate, just this once. I suppose."
"I didn't even...-" you cut yourself off with a groan. There wasn't much of a point, you discern. His resolutions seem steelier than ships.
Instead, you comply. Maneuvering to kneel with your back to him. Your head dips as your eyes zero in on the pallid wall.
The first, clinical contact feels like an electric shock, a soft jolt to the system. Your wings, originally scrunched, begin to relent their defensive gesture. They instead ease their white mass, standing high enough for Dottore to reach without bending down at all.
"Birds and feathered creatures perform preening in order to pick out build ups of oil. If one didn't, the consequences could be dire. It may affect waterproofing, thermal regulation and cause general itching."
His hands glide over the feathers, nimbly tending to them. The feeling is oddly satisfying, scratching an itch you haven't been able to quite get to.
Your wings jitter faintly at the gossamer touch and your eyes threaten to flutter shut. Though you cannot let yourself become too malleable in his palms. There was no way you could trust him enough to do so. Despite the serenity his droning seems to bring like a gentle haze on a spring morning, the white lights in the cell are a troubling reminder of your circumstances.
"I'm not a bird. I just have wings." You fold over your knees, bringing them to your chest having shuffled to find a more agreeable position than kneeling.
"Of course." Dottore continues to sift through your feathers almost fervently. The teeth of the makeshift comb card through, taking some of the less savoury patches of feather.
"The craftsmanship of this is... An undesirable. It's a security risk that you even got into a container of metal scrap."
"Thanks..." You retort dryly. Someone was probably getting an earful, judging by his tone.
"This will happen every few weeks or so. I'll update my schedule. Perhaps I'll find time to do it myself." Regular intervals of connection were imperative to formulating the bond needed. He would have to enable various channels of communication.
You spread sluggishly your wings. They felt remarkably lighter. Dottore notes the cautiousness at which you exercise them. It was no surprise to him, there's little avenue for you to practise operating them in this area.
He slips out of the room with little fanfare. The quiet click of the door heralds your solitude.
You hadn't your poorly fashioned comb anymore, either.
Hello ! First one ask here, hum... Hope you don't mind but could you write a poly Beasts x Angel reader please ? Like they know them even before they got corrupted and still love them even if they're Beasts, but when they got sealed, the WITCHES decided to punish us as we couldn't stop them and trapped us in a mirror as we couldn't find a way out, and after centuries, the Beasts got free and were looking for their angel, they found them in a old, ruin temple and found the mirror and where we are, so they decided to take care of us and freed us from this curse. We still as gentle and sweet to them as before even if we got trapped, and for more, the witches took us our powers so we can't exactly protect or fight again as before...
Hope you have a good day too !!
YES YES YES I LOVE POLY BEASTS AAAAA-
THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!!!
They/Them reader~
You used to be one of the strongest cookies on all of Earthbread.
You were an angel watching over the five virtues and doing your best to help them whenever and wherever you could. It didn't take long for them to sit you down and propose a relationship between all six of you that you sheepishly agreed to, flattered at the thought that they all wanted to give you back the kind of love you had always shown them and other cookies and much more. It was definitely a lot to get used to but you wouldn't have had it any other way.
You'd find yourself being praised by the Herald of Change himself, held by the Sugar of Happiness, gifted many things by the Cookie of Volition, taught many things by the Fount of Knowledge and were listened to by the Knight of Solidarity.
You were grateful everyday and with the way you would return their gestures with such adoration in your eyes, the virtue holders felt as though the witches had truly blessed their lives with your presence.
But all good things eventually end, don't they?
When your beloved virtues corrupted, the witches could not allow you to be imprisoned by any regular means. They had made you a special prison that gradually drained your magic and left you to become a regular cookie who happened to be immortal. A mirror that was sat to rot in a dungeon guarded by a mighty guardian.
However, time allowed the memory of you to fade. Soon, cookies no longer spoke of six heroes, but five. Your tale was doomed to be forgotten entirely but not to the Beasts... They were the only ones to remember your loving and loyal nature.
It wasn't all that surprising that you were on their minds soon after being freed. Each of them confronting the cookies who now held their virtues and demanding to know what the witches had done with you. When the Ancients showed no sign of even knowing who they were talking about. They had quickly made sure to search their old homes for any trace of your existence. They knew you must still be alive and they were determined not to let anything stop them from finding their sweet angel.
They ended up stumbling upon the remains of the guardian who had been watching over your dungeon and as they had feared... It required the virtues to open.
And although reluctant, they had to compromise with the Ancients to open the dungeon.
"For your information, we are doing this because- as far as we can know- this [Reader] cookie is innocent through all this and wrongfully imprisoned." Pure Vanilla sternly stated as he followed close behind Shadow Milk. The beasts were a little less than happy about their company(safe for Eternal Sugar with Hollyberry) but decided to call it a truce after Hollyberry suggested there might be more throughout the dungeon they would need help with. If this dungeon was made by the witches, they wouldn't want to only have one virtue dependant security measure in place.
And her observations were more than correct. Almost every puzzle in this frustratingly deep and dark dungeon required knowledge that came to light while the beasts were imprisoned or straight up requiring the virtues to be nearby.
As frustrating as it was though, it all felt worth it when the cookies came across your prison in a dimly lit room. The only light came from cracks in the walls and ceiling that allowed the flora around to force its way inside and subsequently allowed light to hit the mirror reflecting your form.
The twist? inside the mirror was a pocket dimension you have been wandering almost hopelessly ever since you were taken. You had long lost the strength to fly as the labyrinth the witches built for you seemed to go on endlessly, with nothing to feed you which inevitably had your form look as pale as the walls around you. You had even forgotten to take care of your wings, which were matted and stiff against your back while you wandered. You couldn't see the outside of the mirror so you were oblivious to the enraged and horrified looks of your precious Beasts and the Ancients to the state the witches left you in. It almost felt more cruel than what they all had to endure...
"At least we found the poor cookie..." Hollyberry sighed, allowing Eternal Sugar to hold the mirror like it was an instrument to be careful with. "How are we meant to break them out? Do we need to break the mirror?"
"Absolutely not!" Shadow Milk interjected, looking possibly the most serious he had been in several days. "[Reader] cookie was imprisoned by the witches and I highly doubt they would make this dungeon require you lot only for the mirror to be an easy fix."
Pure Vanilla could only agree with his other half, trying to think about what might be the solution based on their previous puzzles. "It will definitely require magic but I wonder what kind..." He clearly pitied you and wanted to help get you out but the question was what the key was.
Up until now the puzzles were some sort of combination between the virtues and beasts being needed so the witches must've thought to connect them somehow...
"We'll need to guide them somehow..." Mystic Flour muttered in suggestion, gaining an agreeing nod from Dark Cacao. "The question is how we can get their attention."
That seemed to spark an idea in Shadow Milk's mind. "I have a better idea!" He grinned widely, carefully taking the mirror from Eternal Sugar's arms and laying it down onto the floor before gently lowering small puppets down to the surface. "Vanilly~ If you may~?"
Pure Vanilla didn't understand a thing but figured he could go along with it, using his magic on the mirror which shockingly did the trick!
The puppets simply reached through the glass and lowered down further and further until they were in the labyrinth right behind you...
"Hey~ How about a little help?" His voice made you tense up and without even turning away, you sat down into a fetal position and began covering your ears much to everyone's shock. It didn't help that you started repeating "It's not real" as if the puppets gently grabbing you were mere hallucinations. You never even dared to open your eyes, thinking that you were simply driving yourself mad again even as the strings holding the puppets carefully wrapped around you to lift you out.
Needless to say, it was a shock when you opened your eyes and were suddenly being held by Shadow Milk. Silence was all that could be heard aside from your shaken breath as your exhausted eyes met his, shortly followed by glancing around to see the other cookies and observing the fabric of his new outfit. It was obvious you were in disbelief and were making sure this was all real before your voice came out in broken tones.
"Blueberry..." You muttered that name you had remembered for the first time in forever and your wings slowly began sinking towards the floor, followed by the rest of your body giving out and collapsing into Shadow Milk as if all your exhaustion crept up on you all at once.
You were knocked out for a good few hours. Enough for them all to bring you back to the kingdom and have the sugar gnomes take care of you in Pure Vanilla's Vanilla Sanatorium until you could wake up...
With all the beasts on either side of the bed you were in...
When you opened your eyes again, you still had trouble convincing yourself you were out of the mirror. But the way your body relaxed and felt the mattress holding you, you couldn't pass it off as a hallucination. "I'm... Free..."
Well... Your voice was hoarse and hurt a bit but it felt surprisingly better from when you first got out. Your wings even felt much lighter now which you could only guess was Eternal Sugar's doing. It made you smile, the heart monitor grabbing your attention as you noticed it displaying your increased heart rate just in time for one of the beasts having slept at your bedside to wake up.
"Take it easy..." Burning Spice muttered from across the bed, making you realize they had all been clinging to your arms this whole time.
Well... Shadow Milk and Eternal Sugar were. Burning Spice and Mystic Flour had been resting their heads by the end of the bed while Silent Salt was sitting in a chair a little behind Burning Spice and sleeping with his head tilted back. The sight made you tear up with a smile. "I'm home..."
But your shaking and sniffling soon woke up the rest of the beasts, who were quick to check on you with a mixture of concern for your health & mental state and rage for what the witches had done to you.
With Eternal Sugar wiping your tears, it felt like your spark was coming back and you reached up to cup both her and Shadow Milk's faces gently. "Blueberry Milk-"
"It's... We have new names now..." Shadow Milk interrupted you quietly, waiting on your nod to show you understood.
They each went through telling you their new names and you listened patiently, not missing the way they all seemed to slightly retract once it was clear they had changed.
You could only stare at them for a couple of seconds but it felt like an eternity before you spoke up again. "How about a kiss for all of you..? I've missed you guys so much..." You tried to chuckle awkwardly but were promptly cut off when Eternal Sugar took the opportunity to kiss you first, her lips feeling as soft as you had remembered. Although, the other beasts became a bit playful after that as they each attempted to get their turn as soon as your lips were freed.
It made your face heat up pleasantly, giggling at the way they simultaneously attempted to mind your healing body while also trying to get as close as possible for their kisses. They were still the loveable and wonderful cookies you feel in love with and the heart monitor didn't fail to capture the way your heart fluttered at their affections.
"You might be beasts... But you're still the same cookies that captured my heart..." You spoke as best as you could, watching them relax a little under your gaze and throw you longing looks. They luckily missed you as much as you missed them. "You look just as stunning as the day I lost you..."
That seemed to darken their dough in heavy blushes. Even Silent Salt seemed flustered despite the lack of facial expression to read. You were just happy to be back. "But how did you find me? And how did you know how to save me?"
"My dear, sweet [Reader] cookie... The witches were foolish in their designs. All we had to do was convince the new 'Heroes' to help us through the dungeon with with a simple combination of magic, the mirror opened for us flawlessly!" Shadow Milk practically boasted their success until the opening of a door drew everyone's attention.
Much to the Beasts' dismay, it was Pure Vanilla. "Oh good, you're awake! How do you feel?" He asked gently, ignoring the way the Beasts were split between giving you their full attention and showing obvious distrust with the healer. Not like you could blame them once you saw the familiar virtue on Pure Vanilla that you knew once belonged to Shadow Milk. This must be one of the new heroes then...
"Definitely much better. I'll have a lot to adjust to though..." You smiled politely, not wishing to cast judgement too soon. "You must be one of the new heroes. How long was I sealed away?" You tried to make it sound like light conversation but everyone in the room knew this topic would weigh heavy on your soul.
"I... Cannot say for certain. However, if it had been roughly the same time that the Beasts were imprisoned, it would be about [X] years." His words made your smile falter as you processed his words. "Ah... I see..."
You could've sworn you saw Burning Spice from the corner of your vision grumbling and heard him talk about common cookies being foolishly forgetful. You were hurt by the realization you were forgotten so easily but there was nothing you could really do right now. "Thank you anyways. Your kindness is admirable."
Pure Vanilla just nodded, recognizing that you needed some more time to you and your lovers while you caught a glance outside where the other Ancients seemingly waited. It was sweet to think that your lovely Beasts were able to set aside their negative feelings to ensure your safety.
You stayed just for a couple more weeks, being tested and examined as the sugar gnomes confirmed the only thing setting you apart from common cookies now was your wings and immortality. You lost everything else.
You were devastated, being reduced to a mere accessory for the Beasts. However, they were determined to cheer you up and show that you were still their sweetest cookie. You even declined Hollyberry's offer to help you settle into a nice house because you didn't wish to live alone.
You wanted to be with your Beasts for as long as possible, meaning they had an entire timetable to have you stay with one of them each month. That way, you could spend equal amounts of time with them individually and none of them were restricted from seeing you as they already had regular times where they would gather around to spend quality time together. It was just that now you seemed to be at the middle of the cuddle pile everytime.
It made you feel loved but you also still felt as though you didn't deserve it.
You couldn't fight alongside any of them anymore. They knew that fact was eating away at your mind and despite desperately making sure to keep your mind off the topic as long as possible, they knew that it was ultimately better to just hold you and reassure you that nothing could make them stop loving you.
You were still Burning Spice's determined flame, Eternal Sugar's sweet angel, Mystic Flour's reason to believe, Shadow Milk's winged doll and Silent Salt's refuge. They didn't care how strong you were physically when you understood and knew them better than even their own minions. Hell, you were the one their minions called for help when they ran out of options to calm their beastly masters down.
It wasn't even like you didn't still keep up with them in some way. You started playing a game with Burning Spice where he could let our his energy and you could train to get back to your former strengths, spent time in Eternal Sugar's paradise to relax and let your worries wash away, meditated with Mystic Flour in search of clarity and maybe answers to one day get back your abilities, played part in Shadow Milk's shows to forget the world briefly and just enjoy some make-believe and you would sit with Silent Salt to let Earthbread feel peaceful once more.
None of them failed to take note of how your wings would always inevitably drape over them as if you were worried that they'll disappear again. They made sure to drown out those whispers of doubt in your mind and watching your dough darken when they manage to fluster you. It was both comforting you and amusing them so a win-win for both sides.
And that dazed look you'd get whenever they decided to overwhelm you with their love? They couldn't get enough of it! Oh, they loved the fact they could still get in your head like that even after all those years of being apart. It was like they could turn off your thoughts like a lamp...
If only you just stopped such silly worries altogether...
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A/N: I've returned! As an apology for not posting for a little, I wrote the fic to be a little longer! It's def full of absolute filth so enjoy! (please tell me I'm not the only one who kept thinking of Duplicity when reading this)
Pairing: Slightly mean dom Harry x Sub reader
Warnings: spanking, oral (F&M receiving), fingering (f receiving), food play, spit play, dirty talk, degrading, P in V, no protection, spanking, and aftercare (I think that's everything)
WC: almost 6k
18+
Harry had returned from his short grocery run, about to put them away before his attention was caught. His angel still lounging by their pool.
It was clear from in between the time he first left the house and returned that she had gotten into the water. Her hair slightly damp as she laid on her back, soaking up the sun.
What was also abundantly clear, was the sweet she had perched between her two lips. He could see as she swirled what seemed to be a lollipop between her lips. Her cheeks indenting from the hard suctioning she was creating, reminding him of how glorious it felt when she did that to him. As the sucker was finally pulled from between her lips, it left a miniscule trail of her own spit before it broke, and she swiftly reached her finger up to her chin to wipe the saliva, once again reminding him of how she would do the same after getting a lick onto him.
Making himself known, as curious to see where he could take this, he opened the sliding door, stepped into their backyard and made his way towards her.
“Enjoying yourself angel?” He grinned as he finally reached her, her own reaction reflecting his as she sat up even more to give him all her attention.
“Hi babe!” She beamed up at him, “I’ve been loving this weather, so nice out.” He found it hard to keep his eyes on hers as her body was hardly covered.
She wore a red bikini, the color matching her complection. Despite it being a string set, it held her tits up perfectly, the strings adorning her sides indented into the skin, making him hungrier for her.
“Sure is, do you want to help me inside with the groceries pet?” He noticed her eyes darken for a moment from the nickname he normally used in bed before she scrambled to get stand up with him. He nearly groaned at the way her tits bounced as she did so.
“I’d love to!” She excitedly smiled before leaning up on her toes to give him a quick peck on the lips. She then placed the sucker back between her lips before grabbing his hand and making their way towards the door.
Harry, found the short walk to be even shorter, as his attention was dialed in on her ass. The bikini did next to nothing to cover her up, her plump ass jiggling with every step she took. As she released his hand to open the door, he couldn’t resist sneaking in a cheeky slap to her ass before she whipped her head around with a squeak, taking the lolly right out of her mouth.
“Harry!” She looked at him in shock, still moving her body into the home, making her way towards the kitchen. “What the hell was that for, you perv!”
“Just looked too good not to sweetheart.” He smirked at her, watching her face grow red.
She busied herself taking the food items out of the bags, as an attempt to somewhat avoid his cheeky shenanigans. The sucker she was still sucking on though was not doing her any favors.
She grabbed the bread, moving towards the pantry. She took her sucker out of her mouth, the slight slurp was ringing through harry’s ears and she bent over to slide the bread into the drawer, her bottoms scrunching up between her ass, revealing more skin. She quickly turned right up as Harry, once again, couldn’t help himself as he laid another smack, this time on her other cheek.
“Harry! Enough!” If her face wasn’t red enough before, it surely was now. All Harry could do in defense was simply shrug, the same smirk plastered on his face. She playfully glared as him as a warning before her sucker made its way back into her mouth.
Harry grew more jealous of the sucker as they both continued putting the newly bought food away. He could give her something much more enjoyable to suck on and leave both of them happy.
He imagined her getting on her knees as he leaned against the counter. The sucker long forgotten as her mouth slurped him down, leaving saliva to drip down her chin and decorate her breasts to make them shiny. He could feel himself grow more excited simply at the thought of it.
However, he was soon pulled from those thoughts as she bent down, her tits spilling out of the red fabric that did a poor job of keeping them covered, and she grabbed the bag of chips she had dropped. He had enough.
He made the short steps towards her as she stood back up, slightly shocked to see how close he was to her from his previous spot. He ripped the chips from her hand and tossed them onto the counter before grabbing her neck with his hand.
“I don’t appreciate the teasing pet.” His voice was low, he stared into her eyes, slowly dragging them down to her lips where they were puckered around the sweet treat. He reached his other hand up, grabbing the stick and slowly pulling it out of her mouth. She made an effort to make the same slurping noise as it was pulled from her, as a way to collect the sweet juice it left and her own spit. The string it left from being pulled was smeared onto her chin before he leaned forward to lick it up. He dragged his tounge from the bottom all the way towards her lips. He eagerly began kissing her, his tongue dragging along hers. She whined as he pulled away, the lolly now being placed into his mouth.
“I-I wasn’t teasing you, you’re the one teasing me!” She stated, exasperated.
“I don’t think so angel. I’m not the one lounging around, slurping around sugar on a damn stick, with my ass and tits out, bending over and begging to be fucked.” The hand on her thorat tightening as he felt her swallow thickly.
“I wasn’t doing it on purpose!” She stated back to him.
“Purpose or not, I’ll give you something to suck on.” Her bikini bottoms had to be drenched by now. If not for the slapping on her ass, noticing him oggoling her body, this had done it. “I’m going to finish putting away this shit since you are seeming to be a distraction. When I’m done, I better see you in our bedroom, kneeling before the bed. Is that clear?”
“Yes daddy.” He groaned before pulling her forward to smear his mouth onto her lips. He pulled away, releasing his hand from your throat. She turned around to make her way to the staircase but was briefly stopped by yet again, another smack on her ass, letting out a little yelp.
“And keep the bikini on puppy.” She shuttered before nodding
Her feet quickly carried her towards their bedroom, immediately kneeling before the side of the bed. She kept herself busy with floating thoughts of how good he’s going to feel down her throat.
Soon enough, she had heard his heavy steps climbing up the stairs and carrying him to the bed before he sat infront of her with his legs spread. Her mouth nearly drooling at the sight of the tent in his pants.
She looked at him, noticing what was once her sucker, still in his mouth. His jaw clenched as his lips were wrapped around it. She grew slightly confused at a second sucker placed beside him on the bedding.
Still sucking on the lolly, he began undoing his belt, the clanking of it making her grow more excited. He sat up slightly to then pull his pants and boxers down, leaving his thick cock to spring up after being released from the restricting clothes.
“You wanted a sucker pet? Now you got one, get to work.” He spoke around the lolly, glaring her down as he waited for her to touch him.
She clenched to thighs to help relieve some tension. She leaned forward, spitting on the head of his cock. She admired the way it dripped down the veins before she stuck her tongue out to lick the trail it left. She continued licking stripes up his length, getting him wet with her own spit.
It didn’t take long out before her own need took over and she took him into her mouth. She started with just the tip, lapping her tongue around it, tasting precum. She moaned at how salty he tasted before sucking his head. The vibration and suction made him move his hand to her hair and tug at it lightly.
“Good girl, now take more honey, it’s all for you.” She didn’t waste any time as her lips that were wrapped around his tip moved further down. She bobbed her head creating a pace as her tongue stroked at the vein on the underside of his cock. Her salavia was quickly building up as it soaked his dick and began making its way out the corners of her mouth. Like he had pictured, it slowly dripped onto her breasts the more she moved her head up and down and slurped at his cock. Her tits slightly jiggled as her movements increased making him moan loader around the sucker.
Hearing his moans only drove her to work faster. She brought her lips all the way down to his base, her hands moved to his balls, feeling her salvia that had dripped down before she smeared it around them. Pulling off his cock she moved her head to suckle on his balls, hands keeping his cock occupied.
When she felt they were wet enough, her mouth attached to his member again, taking him down her throat. She clenched around him as she gagged, his hands in her hair keeping her held down as he groaned. She began bobbing her head faster hearing him slurp around his own sucker.
“Keep it up pet, M’gunna cum for ya.” The wet sounds were heard though their ears as she kept taking him down her throat, satisfying his lengthy cock and moaning around it as his words.
She kept bobbing her head and soon felt his release fill her mouth. The salty substance nearly dripping out her mouth as she pulled back and swallowed it with pride. Harry was heaving as she lapped at his cock, getting every last drop she possibly could. She leaned back when she felt her job was done before looking back at him with a dazed expression.
“Good girl.” She nuzzled his thigh at the compliment, almost shying away from his intimidating gaze. She turned her head to look at him as he peeled the now gone sucker from his mouth. The empty sick was held in his hand as he grabbed ahold of her hand, helping her stand on her sore legs. He moved her to the bed, making her lay on her back as he placed the stick on their nightstand. He reached for the other lolly that still sat on their bedding before removing the wrapping, placing it next to the stick on the stand. He brought it closer to her mouth, “Open up darling.” Despite her confusion, she obeyed as the sweet treat was placed on her tongue and the taste of cherry was filling her mouth.
He took a moment to stand back up and just admire how she looked laid out for him. The red suit still in tact, her tits still restrained in the fabric, the bottom with a noticeable darkened spot that wasn’t from swimming, and her lips wrapped tightly around the sucker. He climbed onto the red to rest above her, forearms holding himself up as she gazed at him with wide eyes.
He slowly moved his one arm from the bed, his other supporting his body, as he peeled the fabric covering her breasts to the side so her tits were completely out at this point, her nipples hard from the cold draft.
His hand grabbed at the one breast, giving it a rough sqeeze before flicking against her nipple. His thumb slowly circled before bringing his mouth down to replace his finger. Harry’s mouth was sucking around the sensitive area before pulling back.
The sucker in her mouth was removed with a pop before his mouth was on hers again. With roughness, their lips moved against each other, teeth clashing and spit being exchanged between their mouths. Soon though, she felt a new object circling her nipple, its coolness making her flinch as she felt the tacky substance being left on her.
He pulled away, moving back down to lap at the residue left on her nipple from the sucker, slightly nipping at the bud as he moved to give the other side the same treatment.
He moved the sucker back up to her lips, getting the hint she allowed herself to tongue at the sweet treat as much as she could before it left her lips once again. He moved it to her other nipple to let it get the same treatment.
It circles slowly, before he pulls it back and brings it down to slightly slap the nipple. She released a gasp at the unexpected feeling of it, clenching her thighs even tighter. He pops the lolly back in her mouth as a holder for it as his mouth reaches down to suck and lick at her bud, while his hand occupies her other breast by roughlly sqeezing it and pinching her nipple.
She whines as a sign of protest, and he finally leans up to take the lolly out of her mouth.
“Whats the matter puppy?” He still teased her with keeping his fingers focused on flicking her nipple.
“I need you on my pussy daddy.” With the sucker pushed into her cheek to speak, she spoke softly to him. His eyes widened at her forewardness, normally it takes a little more for her to be so open, but he doesn’t mind this newfound confidence.
“Let’s take a look then hm?” He moved his body down between her legs as he moved her legs up, her knees resting on her chest and pushing her breasts closer together.
From the position she was in now, her bottoms had nearly been swallowed by her cunt. The darkened spot on display as her puffy pussy was being restrained against the fabric. He groaned at the sight, taking his finger to slide up and down the wet spot as her arousal that leaked through the bikini was spotted on his fingers.
He grabbed the bottoms, pulling them to the side so her pussy would be fully out like her tits. Her excitement had leaked to her ass at this point. Her juices were visible as they shone in the light in their bedroom.
“Oh puppy,” He tsked at her mockingly, his breath hitting her cunt making her ache even more. “Looks like you did need me, this poor pussy is leaking all over my sheets.” He placed kisses around her thighs, nipping every once in a while. She needed to feel something, as her body took over and went to shut her legs but he stopped that immediately. “Nuh uh. You keep these up and open otherwise I’ll make a new arrangement for you. Is that clear?”
She nodded but that was not good enough for him as he gave her a light warning slap on her thigh. “Yes I-I understand.”
“Good girl.” Harry slightly sat up as he reached for the sucker in her mouth plucking it out and settling into his previous position. “I need you to stay good for me while I enjoy my treat puppy. I love seeing you laid like this for me, but I’ll have no choice but to move you around if you can’t listen okay?”
She let out a restrained ‘okay’ as a way to hurry him along to touch her. Much to her liking, he began, but not what she was expecting.
Keeping his gaze on her cunt, the sucker was dragged though her arousal. The first touch to where she needed him the most and it made her suck in a deep breath as it kept moving up and down through her lips.
Once he thought the sucker, collected enough of her arousal, he moved it to circle her clit. As a shock to her from the feeling, her legs moved to close together again and her hands to reach for his hair and his movements were abruptly stopped.
“What did I just tell you pet?” His gaze was dark, he glared at her unapprovingly. His hands reached to rip her legs apart and her hands from his hair.
“I-I’m sorry, it just felt good. I won’t do it again daddy, I’m sorry.” She eagerly rushed out, feeling completely overwhelmed by not getting enough touching from him.
“This is your last warning. Don’t make me tell you again.” She nodded, apoligizing once again as her hands rested on the backs of her thighs to keep herself spread for him.
He resumed his work, letting the sucker circle her clit, before he moved it back down to collect her juices and smear it along her cunt. She felt her breathing pick up the feeling of at least something touching her cunt. The circling of the sticky treat on her cunt was enough to drive her mad.
Harry decided to finally put her out of her misery as he pulled the sucker away from he clit, still letting it slide through her folds, as he leaned down at pressed a light kiss on her nub. His tongue soon came after, licking gentle stripes against her. He began lapping at her more as her soft moans were being heard. The taste of her slick was already addicting to him, but the slight hint of cherry flavoring was enough to make him spend hours going down on her.
She thoroughly enjoyed watching as he licked at her like a starved man. Moving the sucker covered in her juices back to her clit to circle it, his mouth moved to her folds. He leaned back to spit on her, making her gasp before he moved the sucker to rub it across her pussy before leaning down to lick it all back up.
She was in heaven. She simply couldn’t help herself as her hands moved to pull his hair and keep him in place. However, Harry was not fond of this whatsoever. She soon she realized her mistake as he stopped and removed himself from her cunt.
“W-wait, I’m sorry daddy! I won’t do it again, I-I didn’t mean to, I promise! It just felt so good, I promise I’ll-”
“I don’t care. Since you can’t fucking listen like I asked, this isn’t going to go your way.” He graveled at her. When she attempted to speak up again, he was quick to reply. “Get on your hands and knees pet.”
With her eyes cast down, she shamefully moved to where he wanted her. He also moved, quickly getting off the bed, and opening their nightstand drawer. She knew what he was grabbing the moment he reached for it and her thoughts were confirmed when he pulled it out. The handcuffs they used often were in his hand as he moved to tug her arms. He clasped the one around her wrist, circled the band around the headboard, before pulling her other arm up and clasping the other wrist.
“Is that too tight pet?” His voice slightly softer as he rubbed her back, waiting for her response.
“No daddy, it’s just right.” She answered him.
“Alright. This is for your own good pet, I have to train my puppy somehow.” She shuttered just from the sentence alone.
Her back was arched, arms pulled up as her head hung inbetween, and her ass was on full display for him with the red bikini bottoms covering nothing at this point. He grabbed her by the thighs to pull her legs apart, and her drenched pussy was soon in his view as well. He made a noise in the back of his throat at the sight before pulling the ties of strings of her swimsuit, causing it to fall onto the bed.
“I need you to keep your legs right where they are pet, otherwise I’ll tie those down too.” He voice was deep, making her aware just how turned on he was too.
Before she knew what was happening, a hard smack was placed on her ass, making her yelp out, but she made herself stay as still as possible. His hand came down again, this time on her other cheek and she could feel her excitement start to drip. He continued to spank her ass, and the more slaps she recieved, the more drenched she became. Angel could feel it begin to leak down her thighs, and soon enough, Harry had noticed.
Taking the sucker that was placed into his mouth before her spankings, he removed it as he spoke.
“Jesus Christ angel, you’re leaking fucking everywhere. Didn’t realized getting spanked turned you on s’much, not so innocent are you hm? Little slut for me pet?” His degrading tone was doing nothing to help the problem between her legs, if anything, it was increasing how horny she was.
“M’ such a slut for you daddy please! Please do something, I need it so bad!” Her voice was urgent, she couldn’t help it, she felt so deprived and he was doing nothing to help her but get her more worked up.
“Such a good puppy I have. Just calm down, and I’ll help this poor pussy, give it a few kisses. It’s leaking juices everywhere baby.” Kneeling behind her he was quick to lick the trail of her excitment that ran down her leg before he indulged in her cunt. Before he could do that, he reached around her bringing the sucker to her lips. “Go on and suck it f’me baby.”
She did as she was told, she began eagerly licking at it as her lips wrapped around it to attempted to keep the treat and her saliva in her mouth. It was pooling up and she struggled to swallow with her head down. He plucked it from her, plenty of spit stringing along with it and dropping onto the pillow below her.
“Such a slobbery puppy, hm? Both holes are just so messy.” She didn’t bother responding, as her own moan cut her off by his tounge licking a stripe through her pussy. The sucker, placed on her clit once again as it was moved in circular motions, stimulating her. It took all the power in her not to move too much, her hands were clenched, nails digging into her palms as her whines grew.
He pulled back to breathe as he let the sucker do some more work for him, letting it glide through her lips, and smear all her juices around her pussy. It was absurd how horny it made her for him to be using the sucker on her.
He took her by surprise when the lolly that was just on her clit, moved to her folds and was pushed into her. She gasped loundly at the feeling of it being thrust in and out of her. Harry watched as the sucker pulled out of her, so many juices covering it before he placed it in his mouth, moaning at the taste.
He plucked it out and brought it to her hole to do the same actions. She was so turned on, and it was clear from the noises of the sweet treat going in and out of her cunt. He thrust it in one last time before it was pulled, and instead of it being brought to his mouth, he reached around to where her hair was, pulled it as a way for her head to be brought up and brought it to her lips. She opened her mouth but before he placed it on her tongue, he let the sucker trace her bottom lip. Her own juices transferred before the sucker was placed on her tounge and she could taste herself.
Harry became extremely aware of how hard his cock was as she gazed at him with wide eyes as her lips were wrapped around the sucker that was covered in her own arousal. He pulled the treat slowly, watching her lips morph around it as it was pulled before he licked the remaining juices off her lips and left her with a kiss.
His hand left her hair causing her head to fall back down and he returned behind her. He was elated to see she still was dripping. Wasting no time, the sucker was proptly brought back to her folds, he continued to let it run through them once again before he pulled it back and let the sucker smack her cunt. It wasn’t very hard of a hit, but it still felt incredible. She whined more, needing him to tongue at her again and lick her juices up, she just wanted to cum so bad.
Harry, however, was preoccupied with smacking her cunt with his sucker. The juices covering the sweet left a string everytime he pulled it back and it just was arousing for him to see. It took nearly all her strength to keep her legs open when he moved the slaps to her clit. He’d circle it before placing multiple pats onto the sensitive nub.
Right before she was about to speak up, he placed the sucker on the nightstand ontop of the wrapper. His large hands smoothed over her ass before smacking them letting out a heavy sigh at the way they jiggled as he did so. His grip on her ass moved to her thighs, speading them more apart before he dove back into her cunt.
He was relentless as her whines were loud, as if that egged him on. He ate her out like a starved man, continiously lapping at her folds, placing kitten licks on her clit before sucking it into his mouth. The more he dove into her the more excitement started to leak, even he couldn’t keep up with it. More and more of it ran down her thighs, his hands moved to tightly grope her ass before he tounge dug into her folds and into her hole. She cried out from how good it felt to have him indulge in her. When she started feeling a familiar knot in her stomach he pulled back, his breaths coming out in heavy pants. He entertained himself with squeezing her ass, watching the flesh turn red under his touch.
“Such a juicy little cunt baby. Love how you are so drenched more me, like you can’t get enough. It’s all puffy too, just begging me to lick at it” Working himself up from speaking- not just her- his hand laid another smack on her ass. “Just love your fucking body baby, love this fucking cunt, all mine isn’t it puppy? Your sopping pussy s’all for me isn’t it?”
He watched as her juices shined in the lighting, bringing his hands from her ass to pull her lips apart. “Y-yes sir! All for you daddy.” He seemed pleased with the answer, keeping her pussy spread apart as he spat right on her cunt, watching the spit slide down to her clit before his tounge lapped back through her. She moaned, loving the feeling of his tongue on her once again.
The handcuffs definitely had made marks on her wrist at this point from her tugging but she didn’t mind, if anything she liked it, made it all the more exciting.
Harry took his fingers and allowed them to play with her clit while he tounged at her hole. She loved the combination, felt so good and she could feel her knot growing in her tummy once again, and decided to speak up.
“Daddy, I- M’gunna cum, can I please cum?” Her sentence came out with a pant as it was hard to focus with his tongue lapping around her sensitive area.
“No puppy, you’re gunna hold it like a good girl f’me. I wanna keep enjoying my sweet treat a little longer.” She was growing frustrated, she wiggled her hips as his mouth suckled at her clit but that only earned her a warning smack on the ass.
“B-but daddy I can’t hold it! It feels too good, please daddy!”
At her winey tone, he pulled himself away from her cunt, laying a harsh smack on her ass as he spoke up.
“You don’t talk to me like that. I told you to hold it, so you’re going to hold it.” This time, instead of her ass, his hand came down right on her puffy pussy and she let out a yelp at how good it felt. “You have a choice puppy,” He spoke again before placing another slap to her cunt, the wetness making an audible noise against his hand. “You either hold it and wait for a little longer, or you don’t cum at all. What's it gunna be hm?” He placed another smack to her cunt.
“I’ll hold it daddy.” Tears filled her eyes at frustration, she wasn’t sure if she could pull this off. His hand moved to rub his fingers through her folds, collecting all her juices before two fingers were pushed in. She tensed up at the feeling, the lolly and his tongue didn’t fill her up nearly as well as his cock but his fingers were a good start.
“Good girl. Now you just relax and let me enjoy my treat hm? Such a juicy little cunt.” His fingers were pulled out, and returned to her clit and his mouth continued its job lapping her up.
It seemed like torture as he kept groaning at how good she tasted, the feeling of his tongue and mouth pleasing her. The knot in her stomach was growing by the minute, she slightly moved her hips, swaying her ass slighlty and he kept busy on her cunt. He didn’t seem to mind as his tounge collected every drop of her arousal before he pulled off her.
His cock was painfully hard just from the taste of her and he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand gave it a few strokes before he let it slide against her cunt, collecting her juices that continued to leak from the weepy hole. His hand reached up pulling the ties from around her neck and back, allowing her top to join her bikini bottoms on the red.
“Just licked you all up puppy, and your pussy managed to slobber up right away, must’ve been anticipating my cock,” He teased himself and you as his allowed the tip of his cock to keep sliding in and out before he spoke up again. “Are you ready for my cock baby? By the way your cunts dripping, I have a pretty good idea what it wants.”
“Yes daddy! I’m ready for your cock! Please, please I need it!” He smirked at her begging and couldn’t keep her waiting any longer.
He slowly pushed his cock in, loving the feeling of her tight cunt gripping him. Once he bottomed out, he didn’t hold back, he pulled back and harshly slammed right back into her causing her ass to jiggle. He growled at the sight, gribbing her ass and using it as leverage to pull her back into him as he kept repeatedly slamming into her.
“How’s that feel puppy, this what you wanted?” He quickly slapped her ass before groping it again to keep pounding into her, picking up his pace as he felt his own orgasm approach.
“Ye-yes thank you daddy! Your cock feels so good in my pussy, needed it so bad!” Her words only encouraged him more. His balls slapping against her cunt as her ass jiggled with each thrust and slap they endured. Both their moans could be heard through the room, sweat collecting on both their bodies.
His one hand left her ass, the other still keeping it in a tight grib as he strummed on her clit. She mewled out as his motions grew faster and messier.
“Daddy please, can I cum? M’so close I can’t hold it daddy, please!”
“Yeah baby, you can cum. Wanna see your cunt soak my cock. Go on and cum for daddy, angel.” She let out a sigh of releaf as she felt the knot in her stomach keep growing.
The feeling of his cock relentlessly pounding her, the grip on her ass, and his fingers playing with her clit, she couldn’t take it anymore as her cunt spasmed around him, finally cumming. He felt her clench around him, continuing his pounding as he was reaching where he needed to.
“Good fucking girl, so good f’me. Love when your cunt squeezes me like that.” She moaned as her orgasm continued to flow through her, her cunt still being abused by his cock thrusting in and out before he roughly pulled out. His hand furiously stroked his length before spurts of his cum landed against her ass and pussy. “Jesus Christ pet. What a sight.”
He brought his hand down, smearing his own release against her pussy. She whined and wiggled as he touched her overly sensitive clit.
“Sorry baby,” He left a chaste kiss on the side of her ass, pulled himself up as he grabbed the key for the cuffs. Once he helped her out of them he frowned at the harsh marks left on her wrists, lightly tracing his fingers along the markings. “I thought you said it wasn’t too tight angel?”
“It wasn’t I promise, I really didn’t hurt much, I promise honey.” She pressed a kiss on his lips to assure him as he let out a sigh.
“Next time you tell me if it does okay?” She nodded before laying flat on her stomach. “M’gunna run to the bathroom and help ya clean up baby.” In a flash, he grabbed a wet cloth and a glass of water before returning. He made sure to be extra careful when cleaning her up before tossing the cloth and climbing into bed with her.
His arms pulled her to rest on top of him, his hands careful of her ass that he reminded himself to get a cream for before they went to bed. Her head laid against his chest as they rested together.
“Y’can sleep a little baby. We’ll rest and then we can get up and make some dinner, how does that sound angel?” His voice was much softer than it had bed during the steamy sex they just had.
“Sounds good H.” She leaned up, pressing her lips to his as they moved together, it was sweet and slow, nothing messy like before. They parted with a soft smack before she curled into his side and closed her eyes.
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Male Demon Yandere x Gender Neutral Crybaby Angel Reader
CW: Noncon, mild blood drinking, crying, dacryphilia, sometimes catatonic reader, kidnapping, dick piercing, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 551
You are an angel. Blissfully carrying out your duties in the service of heaven.
You are not a warrior. You are of a smaller angel subspecies and sing in the choir delivering divine inspiration to the angel warriors and to mortals alike.
Heaven is invaded by the forces of Hell. Demons attack and kidnap anyone that they can get their evil hands on.
This includes you.
A common demon soldier with blue-gray skin, a nose ring, obsidian horns, pitch black eyes, black nails, a whip-like tail, and a lean but toned body named Jax steals you away quickly before you can react.
How heaven’s defenses were breached is a mystery but it was a hit and run attack, many sweet angels were stolen by various demons.
Angels are immortal, but many are tortured. Feathers, blood, and tears extracted for foul potions and fouler incantations.
He keeps you in his house, you are kept there by powerful binding magic even when he is away doing his duty as a soldier.
Jax makes you cry a lot. He doesn’t have to try very hard. Most of the time he doesn’t have to try at all.
Occasionally he drinks your blood for an energy boost, his sharp fangs pierce your wrist before he suckles at the wound, his tongue laps at it desperately.
You cry often. At first he collects the tears with rags and puts them into a cauldron he speaks evil words over.
Something about your crying face, your quivering lip, makes his dark heart beat faster.
He starts licking up your tears, savoring them directly.
The demon starts fucking you, forcing you to cry more, and moan involuntarily. The way his Jacob’s Ladder piercing rubs against your insides makes you tremble.
You’re such a crybaby, but you don’t weep when he has slipped inside you for hours, pounding away as you whimper and babble like an idiot. But when you recover you feel guilty for having shuddered in pleasure around his monstrous cock and cry even more.
You’re so perfect. He’s smitten.
He lets you have a garden and some books to enjoy while he is away. Gets you better food than he had given you before.
When he is home he starts making you sleep in his bed, no longer on a cushion on the floor.
You prefer the floor though.
He strokes your wings and whispers sweet words into your ear as he spoons you.
Somehow it is worse than when he had no feelings for you.
Your tears still go straight to his heart, and his dick.
Sometimes gags you on his cock when he needs to see you all teary eyed and out of breath.
Develops a taste for your drool too, using his long tongue to clean his cum mixed with your saliva from your mouth, sharing the heady mixture with you.
Sometimes, when the shock and hopelessness of your situation get to be too much to cope with, you go catatonic, not reacting to much of anything.
When you have these periods Jax sets you on his lap, gently rubs your thighs, and kisses you sweetly. He tells you how much he loves you and how you will have an eternity to get used to your home in Hell and proper place on his lap.
Just wanted to say a quick thank you for all the love recently <3
Summary: JJ’s younger sister can't help but fall deeper in love with Rafe. When an explosive fight between the boys breaks out, she is forced to make a choice, her brother or the man that has been sneaking into her room every night for months.
Warnings: Fighting, mentions of blood. SMUT Containing: Soft/Dom Rafe x F!Reader, Slightly Sunshine Reader, Kissing, Fingering, L-bombs, P in V, Creampie, Tiniest amount of anal play, Crying from Overstimulation, Spitting, Choking, Spanking, Praising, Breeding Kink, After Care. Pet Names: Baby, Princess, Good girl, Daddy (like a lot).
Word Count: 6K
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The day had started out so pure, waking up in Rafe’s arms, the sun glittering through a crack in your window curtains. His arms gripped you tight, stirring you out of a deep sleep as he planted delicate kisses on your neck, sucking a faint pink spot just above your collarbone. Your eyes calmly fluttered open, sinking into his touch for more.
“Good morning, princess”. Rafe cupped his hand around your chin, his fingers pushed back a strand of messy sleep hair, and attached his lips to yours.
He didn't even care about your morning breath, skillfully pushing his tongue past your lips and engulfing you under his body. You are the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, he thought. Not even in a sexy, lustful type of way. In a way like you were a piece of art, handcrafted and sculpted, sitting on display in the museum of his mind.
Fuck, he needed every day to start out like this.
The kiss wasn’t even supposed to lead to this. He just wanted to be close to you, but the way you breathed inaudible little moans into his neck and whispered his name so painfully smooth hexed him.
A true siren, call him in. Calling him closer until he was lost.
You wrapped your arms around the base of Rafe’s neck, fingers ghosting through his buzzed-cut hair. Rafe always thought himself a strong man, a protector, but your touch destroyed him, all the strength in him crashing down to a whining puddle of need.
He looked so good like this, hovered over you and panting into your neck, cold metal rings on his fingers digging into the silky skin of your thighs.
“Oh baby,” Rafe begged, his hips pressing into yours, the thin material of his boxers allowing him to feel the subtle arousal leaking on your panties.
That was it. He needed you.
“Rafe,” you breathed so softly, biting the long sleeve of his shirt you had slept in.
“Yeah, princess?” Rafe reached for the line of your panties, spreading your legs as he pulled them to the side, perfect little pussy on display.
“JJ’ll be home soon. He’s gonna see your car,” you mournfully groaned, staring up at Rafe’s parted lips and pleading eyes.
“We have time. I’ll be fast, promise.” Rafe pulled his boxers down, the chill air hitting his hard cock. “Need you now…please”.
You nodded your head in response, Rafe hands easily assassinating any thoughts of JJ coming home.
“Ow”, you whined, watching as Rafe dipped a single digit inside you, hands fighting against the hem of your panties. “Rafey, please”.
Fuck when you called him that…he was nothing but yours.
“Gotta stretch you out a little, baby. Don't wanna hurt you.” Rafe’s eyebrows were focused, watching as your walls gushed around him, arousal soaking his finger. He hooked his finger, pressing right on that spot that drove you crazy, the rings on his hands hitting against your soft skin.
“Cold”, you swallowed and Rafe hummed, gently removing his fingers and pulling his rings off, sitting them nonchalantly on your bedside table. He worked quick, sliding two fingers back inside you, relishing in the warmth of his skin. He could stay right here, like this, forever, if you would let him.
He pumped his fingers in and out, swirling them inside you.
God, he hated this. You should be coming around his fingers, in his mouth, and then around his fingers again before he even dared to think about putting his dick inside you. But he knew he didn't have time, and he cursed himself for not waking you up earlier.
Fucking JJ was always ruining everything.
If he wasn't such a mess right now, he would have taken you without any care, making you scream on his cock until the entire obx knew whose bitch you were. But Rafe fought to be gentle. Most of the time, it was easy. You were so pure, he hadn’t felt the need to get rough, something he never experienced before. For most girls, he had no problem choking, slapping, or bending over and shoving his cock into them. But you were changing him, rewriting his DNA, and turning him into a whimpering mess. The worst part was, he fucking loved it. Like the siren song of your moans, he craved it.
Rafe’s hands grabbed at your sides and he worked fast, reaching for his wallet and pulling out a gold package. He opened it with his teeth, grabbing the condom and swiftly pulling it down his dick. Something else he wasn't used to doing before you. He never minded wearing them, as long as you were safe and comfortable. But sometimes he fucking dreamed of sliding in that sweet pussy, no barriers between the two of you, and painting your tight little walls until he was dripping out of you, filling you with his hot seed, and growing a baby.
You picked your hips up some, wrapping your legs just above Rafe’s waist. He lined himself up against you, sliding the tip in so slowly he felt your walls open around him.
Your mouth hung open, soft coys falling from you like lava.
“That's it, baby”. It was torture, sinking inside you this slow, but Rafe knew you were still getting used to him and you needed more time to really open up for him. His two fingers were never enough to truly warm you up. He sunk down, feeling himself hit the back of your pussy, a squelching sound vibrating around the room.
“Oh!”, you cried, dragging your nails down Rafe’s back with a slight hiss. You didn’t know how he was able to do this but the heat in your body was already rising and you felt your pussy crying out for him, sucking him in further as he sat still, waiting and stretching you so much more than you had experienced before him.
“Yes!”, you yelled, legs shaking and body writhing at his touch.
“You cumming already, princess?” Rafe chuckled, “haven’t even moved yet,” He couldn't help but smirk, dragging himself out completely and slamming himself back in.
You nodded your head, unable to speak as your back arched off the bed. You felt your cheeks grow hot, the coil in you ready to pop.
“Yeah?” Rafe smirked. “Cum on my dick, baby.” Pride filled him and your pussy leaked with arousal, like nectar from a wildflower.
Rafe couldn’t get enough of it and before you had a chance to come down from your high, he slammed into you, ripping high-pitched cries from your throat.
He knew you couldn’t be too loud, just in case. So he leaned down, taking his time to explore your mouth deep and sensual. Each movement of your lips is longing and tender like he had been away for years. His breaths are hot and come out as shaky gasps. He falls into the kiss, absorbing your moans and sucking your bottom lip.
His thrusts were faster now, hitting you with the perfect force to rip another orgasm through you, the lights in the room fading as you clenched your eyes shut.
“Fuck, that’s my sweet girl”. Rafe’s breath was hot on your neck “That’s my good little girl”. He dragged his warm hands up your shirt, massaging the velvety skin of your tits and lightly pinching a nipple between his fingers.
And fuck, you knew JJ would be home at any second. It had been so hard keeping Rafe a secret, him sneaking in so quietly, having to wrap his hand around your mouth so you didn’t scream out, and fucking you on the floor so the bed didn’t smack against the wall.
You clenched your walls around Rafe, bearing down your stomach to tighten around his cock.
“Fuck, baby girl”. Rafe’s eyes rolled back, his forehead pressed against yours as you flexed your legs around his waist harder, sinking him in impossibly deeper.
“Goddamn, yes”, Rafe hissed, sucking his teeth against his lips, jaw clenched tight.
“Fucking love you, baby”. His thrust grew faster, hitting you with more force.
“God, I love you so much”, he growled, pressing his lips into yours as thick white ropes of cum shot out of him.
“Ahh, ow”. Your teeth clattered together, your body shaking as he pulled out of you, your chest rising and falling. “L-love y-you t-too,”
God, he didn't want to leave. He stayed above you, peppering you with kisses again. He wanted more of you. But, he ripped his body off the bed, throwing the condom in the trash can next to your desk. Everything told him to stay, wrap his arms around you, and caress your skin until you fell asleep on him again. It felt dirty and wrong sneaking out of your window after you were just wrapped around his cock, crying for him. He wanted to take care of you, wanted to clean you up with his mouth, and wash your body in a steamy shower. He felt like a bad boyfriend, like a little bitch that didn't know how to treat his woman.
“I hate your brother,” Rafe frowned, throwing on a black hoodie and a pair of dark jeans.
“I know,” you laughed, watching as he grabbed all his things.
Rafe leaned down, your body still weak and crumbling, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in and breathing your scent. Vanilla and coconut.
“Love you, baby,” he groaned, forcing himself to open the window and snake his body through.
An immediate sadness filled you, watching as he pulled out of the driveway. You sunk your body back into your bed, the loss of Rafe’s arm making you cold.
Thirty minutes had passed and you had just enough time to get dressed, hearing the sound of JJ knocking on the bedroom door.
“Hungry?”, he asked, carrying in a bag from Heyward’s Seafood.
You sat up, legs slightly sore from your earlier activities.
“God yes,” you smiled, scooting so JJ could sit next to you. He laughed, sitting two drinks down on your bedside table.
JJ's eyes fell on the silver round metal absentmindedly thrown on the table. “What the fuck is this?”
Your heart pounded in your chest. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was so bad. JJ had always been your protector, hovering over you like a bodyguard protecting celebrities from the paparazzi.
“Whose fucking rings are these?” he scowled, a venom rising in his voice.
“Nobodies. Give them to me”, you yelped, trying to stop JJ from picking them up.
You struggled for a moment and JJ snatched one from your hand quickly, silently inspecting the inside to see the name “Cameron” engraved on the inside.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me” JJ stood, running his hands through his blonde hair.
“Please tell me Rafe Cameron was not in my fucking house.” JJ was fully yelling now, looking at you like you had just stabbed him in a vital organ.
You didn't know what to say and you swore you might have been having a heart attack, chest tightening, and the room spinning.
“JJ, it's not what you think”. You followed as JJ stomped through the house, his fist in balls.
“Not what I think?” JJ yelled again, throwing on a pair of shoes. “Did he fucking touch you? Are you okay?” JJ spiral, looking you up and down for any marks or scratches.
His eyes twitched, his skin turning a ghostly white. “Is that a fucking hickey?”
“It's not like that.” You yell back. “He loves me”.
“You think that psychopath loves you?” JJ laughed, grabbing his keys and slamming the screen door, a loud screech echoing throughout the home.
“He's not a psychopath”. You chased after him, unable to keep up with his fast pace.
“Stop. Go back to the fucking house. I’m serious.” JJ practically screamed, his eyes dark and he swore he was seeing red hot blood.
“Where are you going?” you screamed, watching as JJ climbed into the Twinkie, turning on the engine and speeding away.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
JJ didn’t even know where to go, but he promised himself, that the second he found Rafe, he was going to kill him.
After what seemed like an eternity, he found the Cameron boy, sitting at a table with friends. He locked his sights on Rafe, rage consuming him. He didn't care that the restaurant was crowded, didn't even care if he got arrested for assault.
Rafe spotted him a mile away, the tires of the Twinkie screeching in the parking lot made JJ pretty obvious. He almost ignored the blonde boy, but he could see by the strides in JJ’s walk and his tense shoulders, something was off.
“JJ, don’t do this man,” Rafe yelled, putting his hands up as a sign of protest. He had promised you that he wouldn't fight JJ again, and breaking a promise with you was something he didn't plan on doing today.
Rafe stayed glued to his chair, even as JJ stomped toward him.
“Get up,” JJ shouted, the crow around them growing eerily quiet and still. “You think you can just come into my house and fuck my little sister like some slut?”
Rafe’s jaw clenched. He breathed calmly, trying to stop his body from the violence it was always quick to turn to. “What did you just fucking call her?” Rafe’s skin boiled.
“She thinks you fucking love her” JJ laughed, throwing Rafe’s rings at him, hitting him in the arm.
“Dude, you need to back off before you start some shit you can't take back” Rafe looked around, standing from his chair and taking a step closer to JJ.
“Nah, I don't think I will” JJ was quick to throw a punch, landing it hard on Rafe’s eye. He stumbled back, body falling on the side of a table for balance.
Rafe’s expression hardened, his jaw clenched tight, and fist locked into balls. As much as he wished he could, he wouldn't let that shit go. He regained his balance fast, and wrapped his arms around JJ, tackling him onto the ground with a loud ‘thud’.
The two boys thrashed around the floor, bodies struggling to pull each other off until Rafe finally pinned JJ down. He grabbed the collar of JJ’s shirt, blowing punches as JJ struggled under him, blood pooling at his lip. Rafe was careful, not using any real strength, but still causing some damage. The crowd gasped, and security rushed to pull the boys off of each other.
“Don’t fucking come near her again or I swear to god I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you”: JJ screamed, two men pulling him in the opposite direction.
Hours had passed and your phone was blowing up. You watched your screen flash over and over again, texts from Rafe, your friends, and even Topper. JJ finally came home, face covered in bruises and his eyes swollen.
You knew your relationship with Rafe would have consequences but you didn’t expect them to be quite this severe.
“Baby, I’m sorry”, lit up on the screen, the simple short sentence enough to stop your anger in its tracks, like the flame of a candle quickly blown out. You knew you should text him back, but you wouldn’t give up that easily. You sat your phone down, silencing it for the next couple of hours while you lay in bed.
You tried so hard to go to sleep, your mind racing and body aching. It was weird, ignoring Rafe. More texts had come through, Rafe telling you how much he loved you, that he was sorry, that he would make it up to you if you would just talk to him.
As much as you wanted to stay mad, your body was starving for him. You knew he was probably feeling like shit.
You ripped your body from your mattress, threw on a sweatshirt, and quietly sneaked out the front door. The walk to Rafe’s house was a quiet one, the breeze softly flowing through your hair in the moonlight.
You found the huge house quick, praying that Rafe was still awake.
You had been here before, but your heart pounded in your chest as you found Rafe's window, slowly pushing up on the glass. The room was dark and quiet except for the subtle breathing from Rafe.
“What are you doing?” He shot up in the dark, quickly turning on the light and grabbing your hand as you stepped inside the room.
“I-I couldn't sleep,” you coyed, playing with your finger in your hands.
“Me either.” Rafe sat on his bed, quietly watching as you stood in front of him. “Come here,” he softly demanded, tapping his lap.
You tried to get a sense of what he was thinking but he was so closed off in the moment, you couldn't figure out any of his emotions.
Rafe positioned you on top of him, placing you around his left leg. “I’m sorry, baby.” His hands fell to your sides and you locked your arms around him.
“I know. It’s okay. Just needed to see you”. You pulled him closer, placing a kiss on his lips. You relaxed into him, a moan escaping you as he licked at your lips, swapping his salvia with yours in a heated dance.
Rafe broke the kiss, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Missed me, huh? Didn't get enough earlier?”
“Yeah,” you whined, watching Rafe’s hands travel to your thigh, rubbing smooth circles with his thumb on your sweatpants.
“I know baby, I know”. Rafe reached for your shoes, roughly pulling them off and throwing them in the corner of the room. He stood you up, pulling off your sweatpants and snaking his fingers down the hem of your panties, before repositioning you on his leg.
He planted kisses back on your neck, sucking hard and biting at your skin. Suddenly he realized he could make the marks as dark as he wanted, show everyone whose girl you were, who you belonged to. You wiggled under him, his bare skin pressing against your pussy.
You grined your hips softly, Rafe’s hands reaching to pull off your sweatshirt., “Mmh”, you withered, the smooth skin of Rafe’s thighs slick with your juices as you rubbed your clit against his tensing muscles. Rafe reached for your hips, pushing and pulling you so you rocked harder against him, the added pressure pushing your body down harder.
“That’s a good girl. Ride my thigh.” You threw your head onto his shoulders, mouth falling open.
“No, no.” Rafe grabbed your chin. “Let me watch you” He locked his eyes on yours.
“Why didn’t you answer my texts?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed and jaw tight, the vein in his neck noticeably swollen.
“R-Rafe,” You sighed, body hot. “I d-don’t k-know”.
“I’ve been good to you, right?” Rafe spoke, his voice emotionless and still, something you didn't recognize. He looked like a statue, eyes staring down at you as you wiggled in his lap, his hand coming to cup your chin, forcing you to stare up at him.
“Y-yes, you t-treat me…t-treat m-me so well”, you answered honestly, focusing on the dark bruise under his eye. You felt your pussy practicing dripping, a pool of your arousal on his thigh.
“Yeah? You know I love you, baby?” he swiped his thumb over your mouth, pulling the plump skin of your bottom lip down slightly.
You nodded your head, breathing becoming stranded as your body tightened.
“I do. I love you more than anything. But I think I need to teach you a lesson. I think you need to learn who's in charge here, huh?” Rafe dipped his thumb in your mouth, your soft tongue grazing the callous skin of his finger pads.
“Fuck, Rafe!” You nodded your head again, your hips moving uncontrollably. You swirled your tongue around his thumb, sucking and lightly grazing your teeth over him.
“That’s it. Cum for me baby” Rafe growled, watching the way your body moved so harshly against him.
Rafe just stared, the boiling need he had been repressing for so long finally erupting. It was the side of him he had worked so hard to make sure you never saw. But at this moment, he didn't care. You were his, all his, and if you thought you could just ignore him all day, you had another thing coming.
“Get on your knees.”
You followed his instructions without a word, watching as Rafe pulled off his boxers.
Your blood ran cold, cheeks flustered and legs weak from the orgasm. He was so gorgeous, the tip of his cock a dark shade of pink and slightly curved up.
You stared for a moment, trying to hype yourself up. Head was never your strong suit, and honestly, Rafe hardly asked for it. He stood like a rock, pumping his hard cock above you, your pretty eyes locked on him.
“Put your hands behind your back” Rafe stepped closer, grabbing at the ends of your hair and holding it in a make-shirt ponytail. You weren’t sure what to make of it, but you did as you were told, a hint of fear behind your eyes.
You nodded your head, and slowly put your hands behind your back, your knees digging into the carpet as you opened your mouth. Rafe rubbed his cock against your plump lips, precum shining on your lips as you lightly kissed the tip of his penis and licked the slit.
“Fuck,” Rafe groaned, his hands pushing tight in your hair as you wrapped your lips delicately around the head of his cock. His sounds set you on fire, confidence striking you. You bobbed your head deeper, taking him in smoothly.
“Tap my thigh twice if you need to,” His hands in your hair pushed you down until you were gagging around him and you fought to keep your throat relaxed. Your mouth was wide open, jaw painfully stretched as his cock hit the back of your throat with a vengeance, small tears forming in the corner of your eyes and tenderly falling down your cheek, Saliva filled your mouth, running down your chin and onto the base of Rafe’s cock. You had never, never done anything like this before. You tried to stay calm, keep your teeth away from Rafe's sensitive member.
“Fuck, Princess”, Rafe’s thrust were deep, the force causing you to gag and the sound echoing around the room. “Taking me so well. Didn’t even know you could fucking do this,” Rafe hissed between gritted teeth, pushing your shoulders so your mouth popped off his dick. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up. Rafe leaned into you, spitting into your mouth like a pro. His saliva was warm, filling your mouth and falling from your chin before he was wrapping you back around his cock. This time impossibly rougher and the tears continued to stream down, your throat threatening to close at any moment.
“Get on the bed,” Rafe demanded, pulling you to your feet and pushing you so you landed with a soft thud. He dragged a hand from your neck to your breast. Your heart pounded in your chest, and something told you, you were meeting the Rafe that everyone had warned you about. Every nerve in your body was shot, and goosebumps tainted your skin.
“Don’t fucking move,” Rafe demands, hand gripping down on my stomach. You nod in silence and stay as still as possible as he brings his hands between your legs, forcing you to spread them apart.
“Think I need to give you a safeword. How about lavender”. He stood above you, eyes dark but a hint of sincerity behind them.
“Okay,” you gasp, watching as Rafe shoves a finger inside you, with no warning.
“Goddamn, look at that pretty cunt”, Rafe huffs, the air hitting your core as he spreads your lips apart. He presses against your soft walls with a devilish force, sending chills through your entire body “So messy already. Gonna let me leave you dripping?”
You whimper and nod your head in response, a need growing as he begins to apply more pressure to his movements. You feel your walls clench around his fingers, eager for him to open you up more.
Rafe lets out a soft “Yeah, you are” and begins to pump his finger in and out sending a squelching arousal down your legs. You try your hardest to stay still and relax into his touch, but Rafe is quick to add a second finger, hooking them up to hit your g-spot relentlessly. A look of complete focus covers Rafe’s face, his eyebrows furrowed and lips locked tight.
“Fuck yes! Don’t stop.” Your cries grow louder and your hips develop an involuntary bucking motion, Rafe's fingers hitting you hard and rough. He was like an animal and you were the prey. He brought another hand to your clit, rubbing circles with his thumb and adding a sensation that sends you over the edge. “That’s it, cum on my fingers Princess,” he groans, fingers moving fast and rough.
Your thighs hug his wrist, clenching together subconsciously.
“Fucking keep them open,” Rafe growls, his motions showing no signs of stopping or acknowledgment about the thick white creamy liquid coating the bottom of his fingers.
“Fuck, Rafe. P-Please. Just need you inside me, please,” you whine, your legs already shaky and weak.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. Shut up and take my fingers,” he states emotionlessly like he’s completely unaffected by your pleas and cries for more.
“Ahh!” you bite my lip hard, his fingers too rough after the wave of pleasure that just washed over you. Rafe loses his mind at your dripping cunt, placing his mouth around your clit and sucking hard before flicking his tongue.
“Oh my god, Daddy!” You didn't even process the name, didn’t even mean to say it.
Rafe growls, spitting on your clit and quickly devouring it again. “Good girl. This my fucking pussy?” Rafe mumbles, licking stripes between your folds. His fingers continue at an inhumane pace, sending shocks of pleasure too intense for you to handle.
“Yes, daddy. It’s yours!" You practically scream. “God, I’m going to cum again. R-Rafe, please, t-too mu-much,” Your fingers dig into his hair, pulling at him aggressively.
“You can take it. Cum on my mouth like a good girl.” Rafe growls, the demand in his tone rough and strong. His fingers leave a sloppy echo in the air, sounds of your wetness bouncing off the walls. You buck your hips into his mouth, wet thick arousal dripping down your legs and Rafe has to hold you down, his hand moving from your clit to apply rough pressure to your stomach. “God, you taste fucking amazing.” Rafe sits up, sliding his forearm behind your back, giving him easy access to pull you into another kiss, lips soft and plump against his. You taste yourself on him, sweet and salty.
“Get on all fours,” he states plainly, helping you flip over.
Rafe placed a hand on your back, spreading your legs a bit wider and pulling you back so your ass hung perfectly in the air.
You arched your back more, feeling Rafe line up with your swollen pink lips. “Oh, fuck”, you cried as Rafe sunk inside in one quick motion, so deep his balls rested against your clit.
“You okay?”
“Y-yeah” You moaned, voice strained, and head deep in the pillow under you
“Doing so well for me. Such a sweet girl,” he whispered, slowly pulling out the tip of his cock, hands reaching to pull your hair back hard.
“Thank you, daddy.” You cried, the feeling of him hitting your G-spot already causing your legs to shake around him.
“Mmh, you’re welcome baby,” Rafe was a mess inside his own head, your warm pussy invading every crevice of his mind, but on the outside, he appeared collected and calm.
He couldn't believe you were taking him like this, letting him do whatever the fuck he wanted to you. He felt himself get brave, pressing his thumb inside your puckered hole, the skin warm and tight around him.
“Ow!” You screamed, trying to pull away from him.
“Stop fucking running. Arch that back baby,” Rafe growled, pulling your hair harder so you had to sit back on him.
“Fuck, you like my thumb in your ass? Dirty fucking slut, letting me ruin you, huh?” Rafe threw his head back, pumping into you on a mission, his hips slapping against you hard. Rafe brought his hand down, landing on your ass with an echoing ‘slap’. A bright red hand print already started to form, your skin stinging.
“Ahh! Ow,” cried, unable to keep the tears from spilling out any longer.
Rafe felt a sting of guilt and he couldn't exactly tell if your cries were from pain or pleasure.
“Do you need to say the safe word, baby girl?” He slowed his thrust, his voice softening
“No, Daddy, God! D-Don’t stop, please. Please don't stop, daddy.” You couldn't help it and you bucked your hips back, bouncing your ass against him and loud claps ringing in your ears.
“Such a good fucking slut, taking me like this. Bet you wouldn’t care if I came inside you, huh? Have you falling asleep with my cum dripping out of you?” Rafe’s thrust grew impossibly harder, hitting the back of your pussy like he hated you, like he wanted to hurt you.
You nodded your head, the sounds of your wetness filling your ears. You have never been this wet before. “Yes! Please”, you cried, feeling another orgasm threatening to spill out of you. Your thoughts were so clouded you didn't even realize Rafe was fucking you raw.
“Oh fuck, really?” Rafe smirked, grabbing your hands so he could put them behind your back, his hips fucking you completely into the mattress. “Gonna let me cum inside you, sweet girl?”
You nodded your head, unable to speak with your head pressed into your pillow, orgasm hitting you hard. Arousal soaked so thick inside you Rafe had to pull his cock out, splashes of your juices landing on his stomach and dripping down.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Squirt on daddy's cock”. Rafe slammed back inside you, immediately continuing his torturous pace, dick slapping into you like a rock.
“I’m sorry, daddy” You were completely fucked out, drunk on the stretch of your ass and pussy. You didn’t even know what you were saying, didn’t even process what was happening. “I’m so sorry I ignored you. Won't ever do it again.” You struggled to speak, your voice horse and rough.
“I know, baby.” Rafe groaned, his breath heavy and strained, sweat dripping down his chest. “I know you're sorry.” Rafe placed a kiss on your shoulder, leaning down and gently pulling out of you. You moaned at the loss of him, chest panting.
“Turn over,” Rafe hovered over you, hooking his arms around your legs and pulling them over his shoulders.
He leaned down, grabbing the base of his cock and lining himself up to your entrance. His eyes locked on yours as he pressed himself back inside you, lips crashing against yours in a hungry passion, teeth clashing together.
His hands caress over your body as if he's memorizing every inch of you, his previous roughness replaced by a tender touch, leaning down to place gentle kisses on your tits. His mouth latches onto you, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around your swollen bud, teasing and playing.
“So fucking soft and sweet,” Rafe moans, using a hand to massage your other nipple. His fingers move delicately, pinching and pulling at it softly. You try not to squirm too much under him, but your hips move involuntarily, his body weight holding down as he thrusts softly inside you.
“Harder,” you moaned, needing him to completely wreck you.
“Yeah? Need it deeper?” Rafe chuckled, picking himself up off his hands and slamming into you, matching his earlier speed. “Think you can handle more of this?”
“Fuck, Rafe!” your walls clenching so tight around him, the muscles in your stomach and chest were sore, as he pumped in and out. Rafe’s hand traveled up to your throat squeezing with a deadly force as wetness dripped out of you.
Your legs shook, back arching off the bed as your vision went black, air escaping you. You dug your nails into Rafe’s back, scratching bright red lines down him until he was hissing in pain. “T-too m-much,” you breathed out, voice strained by the tight fingers wrapped around you.
Rafe reluctantly let go, his hands traveling down to your waist. “Fuck, baby. So fucking tight,” “Stay right there. Just like that.” Rafe growled, his thrust becoming obviously uneven, just as hard but messy and uncalculated. His fingers dug into your skin as he bit his lip, dropping his head into your neck.
“Love you, baby,” he whispered, painting the inside of your walls with his cum. Fuck, no one had ever come inside you before.
“God, Rafe,” You shuddered at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you as he slowly pulled out. Your body shook violently, the feeling of his cock deep in your cunt still attacking your mind. He stayed motionless before you, placing a light kiss on your cheek, and carefully rolling you over. He placed your head on his chest, wrapping his arms tight around you before pulling the blankets over you.
“You okay?” Rafe mumbled, all out of breath and exhausted. “Did I hurt you?” his tone was lined with fear, his fingers trembling as he lightly caressed your arm.
You were still gasping at his touch, tears slowly falling down your cheek. “N-No, f-felt so g-good,” you cried, trying to breathe through the orgasms that still echoed on your skin.
“I’m sorry about JJ. I just, I couldn't let him talk about you like that” Rafe fluttered his eyes open, kissing your forehead.
“It’s, i-it’s o-okay,” you whispered, unable to move or react much to Rafe’s words.
Rafe whispered soft shh's, his mind racing as you cried into him. Fuck, this was why he never did this. He was so scared, scared he hurt you or pressured you, or did anything you wouldn’t like. You were always a mess after you had sex, but something looked broken in you right now. Rafe pulled you tighter against him and you gasped with every movement, the fear building inside him until he was just as much of a mess as you were.
“Baby, please. Just calm down, just breathe. You’re okay, I got you.” Rafe didn't know if he was really saying it to you or himself, and he felt his own tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He swore an hour had passed before you had finally stopped shaking, your legs only slightly trembling, and your breathing finally at a normal rate.
“I’m good, Rafe. I promise. It was just…a lot” you mumbled, cheeks all flustered and voice shy. He held you until you were asleep in his arms, too afraid to move you like you were a piece of glass that might break.
You were so sore the next day, you didn't want to walk. Bright pink hickies lined your skin, and you were sure your throat was bruised. But you fucking loved it, loved that you would feel him for days. Loved that you could finally show him off.
Being immortal has its perks, you could say, but after the first two centuries, it gets quite boring. The world rises and falls like the chest of a sleeping child, world events repeating every few decades. The same old wars, debates, arguments, and famines tore through the world, with new faces to bear witness to them.
You'd been alive for long enough that you almost longed for death. Almost. Angels can not ask for death, so it was silly to wish for it.
Humans, oh humans. You love your perfect little humans. You couldn't get enough of them. Their tempers, their triumphs, their needs. Each one of them was so precious to you, even in a dingy place like this.
The floor was sticking to the sneakers you wore, a style that was popular three decades ago. You didn't understand why they stopped being popular, as comfortable as they were.
"That company was made before you were born, I bet." You turn your attention to a truly handsome man. A rugged, worn face framed by his bushy beard and eyes that twinkled, ever so slightly. You smile at him, reaching out to gently pluck some stray hairs off his shirt.
John shivers when your hand trails up to his cheek, brain going a bit hazy. He'd been sure when he approached you that you were more than a few years younger than him. Something in your eyes, the way they drank him in... You'd been alive for a very long time.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" You tease as you lean a little closer. "Aren't used to being the younger, it seems. Why don't you come back to me in a decade. I'm sure you'll have enough experience then."
