warnings: explicitly rape, afab reader, winged reader, angel reader, wing play, dumbification, ooc, no pronouns for reader !
someone before you had shattered his sense of self; his purity, all that he believed in, and then left him. When you showed up at the temple, gracefulness oozed out of every orifice. Your wings brushed past him during service. He grew to resent you. Everything he once was, everything he had lost.
Youd known him since you were small children.
Maybe known is a strong word, rather, you knew of him. A meek, docile thing. Sirris once commented that sydney thought hed be celibate forever.
Now you and the entire temple knew that to not be the case. You werent sure who and you werent sure how, but hed broken his vows. Chipped off the chastity belt with a screwdriver, faced the wrath of the covenant. Ever since, and even before, hed been different.
Aggressive, pushy, unempathetic. But you never knew to what extent. Sure, the fights hed spur on had been public knowledge, but you never thought hed do something like this.
He laughs, breath hot on your face, a single arm holding both of your wrists above your head.
“Whats the matter?” He breathes, free hand encircling another of your uniform buttons. “You had so much to say about me to Robin.”
“G-get off me, sydney,” you plead, trying to sound confident and unfazed. Its useless, really. If your divine aspects gave you anything it was the ability to know when you were fucked. Everyone thought he was harmless, just angry and lost.
He finishes unbuttoning your shirt, moving it out of the way in order to grope your chest, smiling wickedly as he does so. You squirm, twisting your body in ways you hoped would discourage his assault. It doesnt, he just shifts focus.
His hand slides up your skirt, bringing it further to the top of your thighs until a pointer hooks onto your underwear. With what you can only describe as skillful precision, he rids you of the garment, despite your incredible attempts to kick him. Your pulse is fast, heart beating with the fervor of all the angels youd pleaded to.
“T-the temple, theyll know.” You spit, brows furrowed as you glare at him. He laughs again, before gasping.
“Oh, but sweetheart,” he pulls off his tie, the knot having been undone anyhow. “They dont care.” He wraps the tie around your wrists, effectively trapping them. You rub them together, and to your utter dismay they dont budge.
He palms himself through his trousers, and you swallow air as you look at the tent beneath them.
“Theyll only know that you broke your vow.” He tilts his head, tutting at you mockingly. His belt clatters to the floor. “Their sweet, sweet poster child.” He coos, and you close your eyes as he pulls down his zipper.
Hes right. They wont care. Youll be punished for your lack of purity, for your own loss. And they won't care how.
The tears come now, streaming down your face as you accept your fate. Your wings lay useless behind you, your halo glittering above your head. And you were juet moments away from losing them.
In one quick moment, one of your calves finds the top of his shoulder, and hes pushing into you. You sob, contorting away to the best of your ability, cognitively fried.
He enters you inch by inch, making sure you can feel the brutal stretch. Once he buries himself, he rests his forehead on yours, the act contrastingly intimate.
A crack spiderwebs through your halo, the gold falling away in shards. A foul, wet smell rises from your wings as the feathers blacken and curl at the edges. The weight of it all collapses your chest, a hollowed-out ache where your heart used to beat. You thrash against him, small arms and legs no match for sydney.
He ruts against you, cock heavy and intruding in your not-so virgin cunt. Its painful. Your nerve endings are on fire, your body trembling with each movement. His head drops to your ear, fingers gripping at your hips hard enough to leave bruises. You think youre going to die.
“God, you feel so fucking good.” He moans unashamedly in your ear. You involuntarily clench, inciting a chuckle out of him. Shame shivers down you, and your blackened wings flutter in response.
An idea seemingly strikes him, reaching over you to the discarded limbs. He runs his fingers over your feathers, reveling in the way the weakest ones crumble under his fingers. Hes uncomfortably caging you, chest inches away from your face. Its humiliating. Dehumanizing. You shudder when he finds the ones closest to your back, fluttering around his cock. You see him stutter in his movement, resuming his grinding. When he sits back and you can finally see his withered face, hes huffing behind a twisted smile.
“you were made for this.” he coos, words dripping with honey, invading your foggy brain. He pulls out in slow drags, angling your hips however he likes.
“Why? Why me?” You sob out behind your teeth, searching his face for anything other then unadulterated ecstasy. He laughs, again, and you wonder why he finds your situation so fucking funny.
“i mean, look at you,” he puncuates his words with a sharp thrust. “Needed it. Needed to ruin you.” Your body betrays you, responding to every word, milking him.
“That perfect fucking face.” He picks up his pace now, ruthless and burning, leaning over you with intent to scare. “Gonna, fuuuck—” he bites down on your neck, licking and sucking a mark into it.
“Gonna break you.” he whimpers into the crook of your neck, and you believe him, reduced to whines underneath his gaze.
