- writhing with pleasure, leaking holy fluid from between her legs as she's taken. A mother panting heavily, practically drooling as she exercises her right to the fruits of her labor.

3/3

- for mortal hands.

A maker filled with rage, taking her angel by the throat and shoving her down.

Forcing her other hand up and roughly feeling up her angel's wings, her melodic voice begging her mother for mercy and her goddess for forgiveness.

An angel twitching and- 2/3

2/2

I want the fear of god put into me for daring to do something without permission which was perfectly fine for me to do yesterday. I need it to be unfair, and when I point out that it is I need to be punished for it.
[3/3]

I need to be told "no" when I beg to cum. I need to be told "shut up" when I make stupid puns and to be punished harshly and disproportionately the instant I step a toe out of line.

[2/3]

- explain to your mother why your sister's head was shaved bald and she had a neuroport at the base of her skull at the next family gathering.

Fucking brat.

- knew it would be difficult to keep your work brain from taking over if she was in your apartment in the state she was in. How was what happened next your fault? You tried to warn her but she knew you just couldn't say no to those sunken puppy-dog eyes of hers. Now you had to find a way to -

- pilots as human when filling out after-combat reports at home? Well that was nearly an impossible ask. So when your little sister, as scrawny and sunken eyed as she was, asked to stay with you while she recovered from her recent hospital stay, you were hesitant. You -

A flawed being, imperfect to some but unblemished in the eyes of their dominant.

An angel of a slightly different shape, but an angel nonetheless.