#it's a black hole. it's a well of misery. no light escapes and it taints everything inside. i can't have anything good here

[girltakovic]

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[nsfwmonomazine]

#NSFW THREAD: Week 8 

 Writing: @HikariNoHimeW 

 Art: @taksesal 

 Ship: Tetsu/Mono 

Kink/CW: A/B/O

Being an omega isn’t easy. Being an omega /and/ a hero, then, is an utter nightmare.

It’s been only a few months since the 3-B class graduated from UA, yet Monoma Neito couldn’t be more exhausted.

Every day is a new struggle; no matter how capable he proves himself to be, there’ll always be those looking down on him. If not for his strength, then for his reliability as a hero. If no other excuses are found, then just for his secondary gender.

Omegas aren’t supposed to be heroes. They’re supposed to take care of their home and have pups. It’s all there is to them. Anything more and they’re considered abominations.

He already lost count of how many times his friends had to intervene when reporters started harassing him. Neito wonders if he’ll ever forget the day Kendou punched an alpha who tried to touch him. He smiles. /Of course not./

There is one good thing about being an omega, though, one Neito will never give up on: nesting.

There’s nothing more pleasant than jumping on that mountain of fluff after a hard day of work. It’s even better now that he knows there won’t be work the next day.

His body feels feverish already, the impending symptoms of his approaching heat. 

Oh, the heat. Neito used to hate it when he was still in high school. Back then it was nothing but a full week of pain and misery, no relief or satisfaction through those days. It’s different now.

Neito doesn’t have to go through them alone anymore. And, mind you, his alpha is the best one he could’ve asked for. 

It was a surprise to everyone when he and Tetsutetsu mated shortly after graduation. Neito himself was stunned silent when the alpha asked him to be his mate.

Not because he didn’t have feelings for Tetsu, no; it was Neito, the most undeserving of omegas, a jerk among jerks, who still can’t believe he’s worthy of the alpha’s love.

Tetsu may not be the smartest of men, but he has the most beautiful heart and kindest personality.

There’s no way any omega—or beta—wouldn’t fall in love with Tetsu after getting to know him properly. After three years of studying together and half a year as mates, Neito can say he knows the alpha pretty well. 

He pulls one of the shirts from the pile that makes his nest.

The white shirt is a bit too big on him but Neito doesn’t mind. It carries his beloved’s scent, a surprisingly relaxing mixture of ozone and copper. 

He relaxes into the nest, inhaling Tetsu’s scent to sleep. Neito doesn’t know how long passed until he wakes up.

The first thing he feels is the warmth. It’s hot, so, so hot he can barely move. His shirt is soaked in sweat by now and Neito is glad he removed his underwear before sleep, or else the boxers would be covered in slick.

His pheromones spread over the room, making the air heavy and heady with pure desire.

Neito pants, pulling his body up to a sitting position. He doesn’t dare touch himself.

In this state, any touch that’s not his alpha’s, even that of a toy, will just burn and hurt more than relieve. It’s the main reason omegas often mate young and why Neito hated spending heats alone.

This is not the same as back then, though.

He can hear the front door opening, the sound of Tetsu’s “I’m home” reaching him like the sweetest melody. Neito crawls to the edge of his nest, trying to get closer to his lover yet unable to leave the safety of his nest. 

He swallows. “Tetsu!” 

That’s all that’s needed.

Tetsu’s right there a second after, eyes wide, realization all over his face. His cheeks turn red when he sees Neito’s state—slick dripping down his legs, nothing but the alpha’s shirt covering his body and equally red cheeks.

He kneels in front of Neito and cups his cheeks with both hands. It's hard to believe these hands were also made of steel, that such power lay right under his skin.

Neito saw him rip enemies apart with a single punch, yet now these very same hands touch him with so much care and gentleness it’s overwhelming to him. 

Tetsu’s voice is softer than a whisper, but Neito can hear him perfectly. “Tell me, what do you need?”

There’s no need to think. Neito knows the answer by heart now. “You. I need you.”

His eyes close out of reflex. Tetsu’s lips are soft against him, more than Neito remembers. His large hands guide Neito to lie down. He holds onto his alpha, keeping him as close as he can.

Sometimes he forgets how much bigger Tetsu is compared to him; the reminder always sends a shiver down his body.

Tetsu lets go of Neito’s lips to descend on his neck instead. He drags his sharp teeth over Neito’s mating bite.

His reward comes right after, a moan sweeter than honey, filled with nothing but quiet pleasure and delight.

“Perfect,” Tetsu whispers against his skin. His hot breath makes Neito shiver. “My beautiful omega.”

Neito chokes out a laugh. “We talked about praises, Tetsu.”

His voice doesn’t sound nearly as scolding as Neito wishes it would. It’s impossible, especially when he’s stupidly aware of his alpha’s hard cock poking against his bare thigh and his mouth salivates just at the thought of taking his mate’s knot.

“Oh?” He can /feel/ Tetsu’s smirk against his collarbone. He places a kiss there, light and teasing. “So I can’t tell my mate how perfect he is? That there’s not a single moment I don’t think about him?”

“Tetsu!”

“How I /love/ his voice?” he continues, totally unperturbed.

“That his scent is the best I ever smelled? That being his mate still feels like a dream?”

Neito’s breath hitches, his face turning a brighter shade of red. Tetsu is wrong. /Neito/ is the lucky one.

Lucky to have Tetsu, to be his mate, to have this happiness… The words are stuck on his throat, unable to come out. He just holds his alpha, digs his fingers into surprisingly soft silver hair. 

Tetsu keeps peppering his neck and shoulders with fleeting kisses.

The alpha’s fingers reach his soaked hole. They probe Neito’s entrance with patient curiosity—patience that Neito lost long ago. “Ngh—please, Tetsu. Please just fuck me.”

His pheromones are stronger than before.

Neito knows this, knows they’re the reason behind the shiver running in his alpha’s body. Neito loves him. Neito needs him. Now, more than ever.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Tetsu whispers. His whole body is tense against Neito, not any different from a bowstring ready to snap.

And, /oh/, does Neito want him to snap.

But that can come later. He knows all too well that Tetsu won’t stop when the next day comes, when his heat takes full control of them. Neito can wait until then.

For now, all he wants is to keep his beloved as close as he can, in the safe haven of his nest. 

“You won’t. You’re the only one who’ll never hurt me.” There’s no doubt in his voice. Neito /knows/ it. “I can take it. Please…”

Tetsu shudders, then nods.

Neito glances between his alpha’s legs only to find a stupidly large bulge become a stupidly large cock. He swallows. How Tetsu could ever fit inside him is a mystery Neito has yet to figure out. He doubts any other alpha would be the same.

A shuddering sigh escapes Neito.

He’ll never get tired of how his alpha feels buried deep inside him. Tetsu’s cock stretches him to his limits, reaches places within him not even Neito knew about. He loves this feeling.

Tetsu’s thrusts are just like Tetsu himself—infinitely kind and careful, propelled by something raw and pure deep inside him. It doesn’t take long until that /something/ takes over and he gains speed and strength.

Neito throws his head back, moans leaving his mouth one after the other. A scream escapes him when Tetsu latches onto his nipple, sucking it through the dampened shirt. His body arches into the touch, unintentionally making Tetsu’s thrusts hit at a new angle.

“/Fuuuuuuck,/” Neito groans. He cums between their bodies, tainting Tetsu’s black shirt in white. He melts under his alpha, all energy leaving his body. If only he knew having sex with Tetsu was this good, young Neito would’ve done it long before.

His eyes are getting heavy when he hears a low, rumbling chuckle. Neito shivers, his eyes meeting Tetsu’s amused ones. His alpha is still buried deep inside him… And no knot at all.

/Oh./

“We’re only getting started, love.”

And that’s a long, long night ahead indeed.

[writingarchangels]

Fallen Brother (Gabriel Monthly Challenge)

Okay... so I saw this blog in my feed, got inspired by one of the prompts, and decided to join this. So here I am.

Characters: Gabriel & kinda-Lucifer

Word count: 1.4K

Story type: angst

Triggers: character dead, depression, guilt, suicide, blood

Prompt: Statement/Ambiance Prompt - The rays of the setting sun splashed around him, coating him in scarlets and crimsons, leaving him unable to escape the visual of blood forever smearing his hands.

What have I done?

The Archangel stumbled backwards numbly, nearly slapping over the still fresh blood coating the floor. Wings shaking and face pale, he lifted up his trembling hands to look at the bright red substance now coating his hands. He had almost hoped that it was perhaps some kind of sick twisted dream, that it would all go away when he blinked his eyes. But it did not. No matter how often he blinked, the blood stayed. He was unable to escape it no matter where or how far he went.

Lip trembling, a choked cry tore out of his throat, rising with each passing second. Not caring who could see him, the angel broke down, clutching against his big brother in the way he used to do back when he was much smaller. Back when things were still simple and they did not had to fight, when there was no reason to fight. His shaking bloodied wings wrapped around them both in a hopeless attempt to keep it together as he cried.

"I'm sorry," Gabriel cried out. "I'm so sorry." He nuzzled his tear-stricken face against his brother's unmoving chest, not caring about the blood that was now smearing his cheeks. "It wasn't supposed to end like this."

He had not expected to win. Lucifer was supposed to kill him; Gabriel wasn't supposed to kill the one who taught him all of his tricks. He's the one who was supposed to die... or at least fake his dead and live the rest of his life with porn starts. He wasn't supposed to win and end up murdering one of the few beings he actually still loved - the one who raised and loved him for the longest time before everything went to shit. Yes, he wanted the Winchester's to get away without being the condoms of his elder brothers, and deep down part of him still cared about Kali, but not at this cost.

"I'm so sorry," he choked again, his voice unrecognizable to even his own ears. His brother's blood was now on his hands and he knew that no matter how often he might attempt to wash them, it would never come off and forever stain both his thoughts and heart. And he knew that he could never move on... they had known each other before even the first stars were born and lit up the ancient night sky, so how could he?

When Gabriel had left Heaven to go to Earth, Lucifer was the last thread he held on to from his previous being, a previous life from eons ago. When he was happy. It kept his mind intact and helped him keep his sanity as he adjusted to a very different life on Earth.

And now he was gone.

And worst of all, by his own hand.

And without his morning star in it, everything seemed much more duller now. The sky lost its once vibrant blue color. The trees and grass was much duller and lost all life. Even his own wings seemed to have lost their celestial light. The only thing that didn't change was the red. The blood was still as vibrant and bright as ever. It almost seemed to glare up at him, mocking and taunting him, tainting his heart beyond repair. Helplessly, he tried to wipe the blood of Lucifer’s chest as if that action would miraculously bring him back to life. But as one would expect, it did not work and he only ended up smearing the blood out even more.

Hands grasping Lucifer’s shirt long after his knuckles turned white and he lost all feeling in his hand, Gabriel stayed by his side the duration of the day and long until the sun disappeared behind the horizon once again and the nights turned cold and bitter - just like he felt from within.

But still, Gabriel stayed watch. And he would stay watch until his body and bones turned cold and his wings started to twitch. He still stayed watch.

~~

It had been months since Lucifer had died. No, it had been months since he had murdered his own brother. And Gabriel still felt as miserable and guilty as ever.

He had tried many things to attempt to move on. It’s what Lucifer would have wanted, he kept on telling himself, yet his own words did not quite went through to him. Gabriel had tried to completely burry himself into booze and woman and games. It did not work. He even tried busying himself with the Trickster business and pagans, but that didn’t work either. He did not particularly felt like facing the Winchester’s or even Castiel, aware that they wouldn’t understand how he felt. So Gabriel believed it would be better that they believed that he and Lucifer simply killed each other. He also knew he couldn’t go back to Heaven - it wasn’t his home anymore, it hadn’t been for a very long time.

And when he couldn’t go back to the only home he ever truly knew, and when even Earth became unable to take his pain away, what was left for him? Where could he possibly go?

Gabriel did not knew the answer.

Being an Archangel, he had been around for a very long time and he had seen the creation of the universe itself. He always found it marvelous, the vastness and beauty it contained. He was reminded of the galaxies; swirling and bright, with a dark black hole in the center of all the chaos. That was how he felt. Like everything just moved on around him, unaware to how he felt, and he was the black hole with a darkness and heaviness within.

A tear slipping out of his eyes, Gabriel harshly wiped it away, winching back when his hands came in contact with his face. He started to shake when he saw the blood on his hands in a flash. He imagined that it was everywhere on his face and in his hair, coppery and sticking to his skin. The Archangel cried, and then the blood was gone, nothing but a figment of his imagination. Curling in on himself on the floor of one of his safe houses he was in, he closed his eyes and shook. Looking through his tears, his eyes fell on the Archangel Blade that was on the floor as well, not too far from where he was laying.

Hand shaking, he reached out to the blood-coated blade. Gabriel had found himself unable to wash it off. He could barely look at the weapon and had instead carelessly thrown it on the floor months ago, refusing to acknowledge its existence altogether. Until now, at least.

Pulling himself up to his knees, he looked down at the weapon in his hold. It felt much heavier than he remembered, as if it carried the weight of all of Lucifer’s existence within. Who knew? Perhaps it did.

Perhaps it was meant to be like this, a tiny voice in the back of his mind spoke.

Gabriel looked up towards the ceiling, as if he could see the cloudy sky through the roof. It appeared almost as if the angel was praying. For what, he was not sure. His father had abandoned them all eons ago and wouldn’t give a shit now. Gabriel knew that He would never listen to any kind of prayer he might send. So he did not pray. Not for anything. He just looked up with a blank accusing look as he turned the blade around in his hold.

He closed his eyes. At least I will see you soon, brother. At least the misery will finally end, were his last thoughts.

And then he swiftly plunged the blade through his own heart. Opening his mouth, he screamed. There was a quick flash of pain and panic, and a flare of a bright light as his grace exploded within his vessel, taking away his very life... and then nothing.

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