Period breeding sex!:(Gabriel,Micheal,Rapheal)
#Forced love-making #Blood As Lubricant #Slow Impregnation #Ekiben #Lovey-Dovey Mob Angels #Loving Kajira Reader #Piquerism #Shibari #Sweet Yanderes #Multiple Creampies #Romantic Impact Play #Love Taps #Angel Glory-hole
Love Taps= Abusement
Romantic Impact Play= Heavy impact pain
Sweet Yanderes= Concerning and possessive behavior
Loving Kajira Reader= Slave Reader
Lovey-dovey Mob Angels= Involved mob angels in the act
Forced Love-Making= Rape
{S/C}: Skin Complexion. Could include metaphors. Could just remove “{S/C}” if you’re uncomfortable!
Gabriel wants to claim you •
Raphael wants to fix you •
Michael wants to break you •
Gabriel:
“Poor human...” Gabriel’s reserved voice fills your ears, the sound of his room being resonated with your whimpers, his steady breathing, and your yelps at every skin-to-skin contact. A cool hand the complexion of snow caresses the size of your ass. His hand cups you in it, squeezing your soft cheek like {S/C} dough. At this moment, all you could think about was how angels could be like him or rather, how angels could be so evil. You didn’t exactly know how such cruel beings could be interpreted as good-willed, but you could only think that it was an angel’s doing. Apparently people also lied about the saying cold hands meant a warm and loving heart… You doubted he had one, and his hands were the same ones that the blood of countless humans fell victim to. His all-knowing pale eyes scanned your face, unflinching as he advances on his assault on you. Cold lips brushing grazing over gasping plump ones. You swear you could see a hint of sadness in those empty eyes of his. No. That wasn’t sadness, just hate mixed with lust on a beautiful face. Besides those, you could hint a feeling of jealousy. You didn’t want to think about how or why you were a prisoner in heaven, you just wanted to go back hell, weirdly enough. His neutral expression didn’t make you safe. You would have preferred he had shown some sort of facial expression other than a straight yet unnervingly cruel face. You didn’t know what he was going to do, but you just prayed to the demons below that it wouldn’t impact you greatly. Your core ached, causing you a muffled groan at the contact of cold and warm lips being pressed together. His captured yours slowly, his cool tongue exploring your wet cavern. Your eyelashes fluttered softly at his boring into yours. Feeling a stabbing sensation in your lower abdomen, you gasp, your hand instinctively going to it, but stopped short by a larger hand on your wrist. A kiss planted on the shell of your ear followed by a nibble. He speaks monotonously: “Let me end your suffering, poor woman of the human species. In exchange between two lovers, a new life. You’re now a slave to a Seraphim and a man, accept your new life as a blushing bride. As you humans say, a happy wife means a happy life.” His lips curled into a sweet smile, which would have reassured you if he wasn’t forcing you.
“Angels are incapable of breeding since we have little to no female population… We take pleasure in interbreeding since God will be pleased at the new life of a half-angel, so he’ll look past the human bits.”
His ideology in itself was pretty biased, but you weren’t going to say anything in your defense or try to give him a response if he wanted to provoke it. His lips captured yours again, this time deeply, one hand kneading the tissue of your abdomen gently. Usually cold things made your cramps worst, but… It made the experience of his massage different and electric-like. It felt as if from the tips of his finger-tips, you could feel a fuzzy and warm feeling in your core and womb. He took your breath away, and in both ways now. But he planned on keeping you for the sake of God and his future children, so he didn’t want to constrict you of your oxygen, pulling back bitterly.
Another calloused and snow hand reached for your mounds, fingers trying to shape and find the nipple of your left breast. He was pleased with them, feeling a slight since of superiority at your body that he was claiming as his. He really hit the jackpot, but a very delicate and fertile one. You could feel a cool, hard and lengthy limb poking at your ass. Before you could shift your hips, two hands grip them gracefully. Almost as if you were doing tango with him, but awkwardly as you stumbled forward a bit.
“Not so fast now. Come here, love. You’re not going to die, love.” His voice was low, almost in a growl as he squeezes your soft hips, nails digging crescents in them, causing you to flinch. He pushed his hips against yours, causing him to moan, his cock twitching in its confines. It too being eager to breed. His print was very prominent, but you tried not to turn to look, but couldn’t help but let your eyes wander… Just to see what you were dealing with.
And there it was, some would call it art even. It was perfectly veined, juicy, and long. His hard love stick was enough to make human currency off of if he made a profession off of. Male pornstars would be jealous. Chiseled abs, a rock hard chest, nice and soft ass, oh, and that dick of his was enough to drool over. He looked like a male sex doll that someone took their precious time on. No, a masterpiece. But he didn’t care of that, he just cares about spilling his seed into you. He only would have removed his vest and shirt just to woo you, or get way too comfortable with you and him combined. Obviously angels would be blessed with such beauty…
Snapping out of your fangirling, you shake your head frantically, your hair swaying about. You squirm and moves closer, pressing his chest flush against your back in response. “OHMYGOSH~! No, no, no!” He chuckles with a handsome smile, his pearly whites showing in a warm expression instead of a scowl. He coos in your air, taking a lock of your hair, twirling a strand with his finger. Soft lips meet your temple, almost in a smooch.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes~ God wanted me to have you. He wanted us to procreate. What we have is special~ It’s desire. Your body is wanting me.” He breathes heavily in your ear, his hands on your shoulder straps, as they slowly pull your dress down to your waist. His voice gets lower.
“Just let this happen. I know how to cook, raise, and love for human children and care for you. We would be like a normal human family, if that’s what you’d like. I know deep down you’re a good girl… You just have to show me.” He grinds against your ass, before smacking it and then cupping it. “Damn… How could a normal human woman get this beautiful?” His other hand snakes around your abdomen, before going down between your legs, his hand rubbing against the panties under your dress.
You quickly get out of his reach, turning swiftly on your heel, but you’re pulled back back the hair. He pulls you close, but not as close as before, his eyes narrowing.
“You’re not putting that-“ You point with your finger, not wanting to say to say a vulgar word in front of an angel. And great seraphim at that. He raises a brow at that, gritting his teeth.
“Thing in! I’d rather die- I mean, I’ll die!” You raise your voice slightly higher. Even so, it managed to piss Gabriel off. He pushes you back against a wall by the neck, your breasts bouncing. His fingers wrap around your neck, choking you.
“Slut… I bet you’d open those legs up for those demon boyfriends of yours. You’ll do that willingly, but not for an angel? You’re a lost soul… No, you’re just a whore, but I’ll make you into a mother. A proper woman!”
(Status: Unfinished and not Proofread)
🍭💕Tysm, sissy! @boycrazybimbo mostly wrote dis! Pls reblog, sissy! 💕 🍭