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eldritch-spouse · 10 months

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Going to be thirsty here for a moment-. But rereading Breg's fics made me wonder how he would be if Roomie started training herself to be able to take both of his dicks in one hole. Just to let him inside and hammer away. Like, please, sir, break me. 🤲🥺

[Love when people come here like "I hope I'm not being too thirsty". Fem reader. Ignoring anatomy for this because hhhnn-]

TW: Double penetration; Slight dubcon moment.

" Listen to me Breg. "

You start, and even if you're currently beneath the breeder on the bed, you still sound like a drill sergeant. Mostly because you have to, Breg's not to be trusted when he's excited.

" I've been working up to this for a long while- "

" I know! " He interrupts, the bottom of his face still covered in drool and slick when he dove between your legs after you were done with the stretching exercises.

Breg hates that you had to use toys to size yourself up for this, but the promise that you were doing it so you could welcome both of his members made him slightly more tolerant of it. Didn't change the fact that the breeder would often sit and watch, whining in jealousy of whatever you were stuffing yourself with.

" I'll be really careful! I'll be nice- I promise angel! "

His babbling is a waste of slaver, the monster isn't even looking at you, eyeless gaze perched entirely on the sight of your inviting pussy and the way both of his cocks frame it. The breeder looks like he's thrilling himself with the show, making a horny little noise of appreciation and biting at his lower lip. It's as if he's already envisioning himself deep inside you, not having to squeeze one of his cocks between you two. It's been a fantasy of his for a long time, even you have to admit that it's... Exciting to think about.

Now though, you need Breg to focus, so you grab the sides of his head and bring it closer to yours. " I mean it, listen to me. "

His happiness is infectious, you have to turn away to hide the smile tugging at your lips when Breg simply dips to place kisses all over your face, hearing that long tail sway and swat around.

" Breg! " Mercifully, he stops. " You have to pay attention to what you're doing when you start okay? If we do this wrong, it could hurt me a lot. "

" Yes. " He rushes. " Yes, okay. "

"Good. " With a pant, you spread your legs just a tad further, figuring you couldn't possibly be in a more comfortable positions for this, especially with the support pillows helping to angle you. " Now straighten up a bit, I need to see what I'm doing. "

When the breeder does, you note the way his breathing is already sped up, how feverish he's already become. It's impressive how Breg always manages to make you feel so hot, even when you think you look like a fresh mess. Gently, you reach down to grab both of his dicks, keeping them together as much as you can, and he helps the process by scooting forward to line up against your pussy.

Feeling both tips park there is enough to get you to blow a tense exhale, knowing it's going to be a stretch and a half. In sharp contrast, Breg moans like he's in heat, looking as if his self-control is hanging by a very thin thread currently peeling itself apart.

Some hesitant seconds pass.

" Please angel- Please! I want this so bad. It's going to feel so good, let me fuck you, please! " White claws rub at your thighs comfortingly while he pleads, tail thumping impatiently on the mattress behind him. And curse him, because the breeder's shameless imploring always rises a fire in you that's hard to put out.

" I- I want you to push slowly, okay? " You caution, hold still firm on him, your spare arm clutching the sheets.

" Uhuh! "

True to his word, Breg is careful, torturously edging his cocks forward. The lube helps immeasurably, and pretty soon, both heads pop inside, making you hiss and gasp, immediately clenching at the intrusion. Massive. Fucking massive, holy shit. A wave of warmth courses through you as a pleasant shiver moments later.

" Hhn- Ohh... " He's drooling. Like actually drooling on you. " Hahh. " You can tell by the visible flexing of his legs that the only thing Breg wants to do is buck and hammer the rest of himself in, but with an almost pained grunt, he just sits there statically so the two of you can catch your breaths.

" Good- Very good. " You praise his surprising discipline. " Just keep going like that. "

He makes what you think was an affirmative "Mmn" noise and lolls his tongue out when the next couple of inches are softly rolled into you. It's insanely filling on its own, your thighs squirm and you're not sure if you want to edge away from this or even closer. Breg's instincts kick in and he holds your hips down sternly, slowly sinking more of himself in and making deep, pleased moans that wash against you like waves.

" Ngh- Deep- Slow down, give me a second. " It's stealing the breath out of you.

It takes a couple of moments before Breg's brain registers the command, but he eventually pauses with half of his cocks buried in you. He physically has to tear his gaze off the sight of you stretched around him, chest heaving as he curves to blanket you.

" You're so tight, fffuck you always are but this- " He sighs shakily over your ear, and instead of calming down enough to relax, you only tense and squeeze around him harder, making the breeder growl and whine. " Mmnph-! If you keep doing that I won't hold it, angel. Please, can I put the rest in, please? "

One of these days his begging is going to burst a blood vessel of yours. Or maybe it's the way you feel so bloated already.

" O- Okay, but then you need to let me catch up, okay? "

" Mmmf- " You think he growled there for a second. " Yes! Thank you! "

You expected him to push in slowly the same way he did up until now, though you should frankly know better by now... Breg pulls away in a preparatory motion that should have given it all away, then slams home with a force you have no words to describe.

Your stomach bounces and your lungs knock into your throat, eyeballs jostled in their sockets from the strength of his wild horse piston into your cunt. The disgraceful wet noise that echoed in your bedroom doesn't help in keeping yourself grounded. Although you didn't have enough air in your body to do much more than choke and convulse at the intrusion, the breeder makes more than enough noise for the two of you, howling in delight at the way your poor walls all but crush him in an attempt to adapt to the brute size just forced into them. You can feel him perfectly hilted into you, cockheads kissing as deep into you as they possibly can. It's an indescribable fullness that has the two of you stunted.

" Oh gods fffuck- Hahhn I'm all in. " He mumbles amidst desperate noises. " Mmn feels so good so good- I knew it'd be perfect- Love you angel. "

Both lengths throb inside you. You couldn't respond even if you wanted to.

Although you can very well sense Breg trying to rock against you minutely, he keeps his promise, studying your overwhelmed features and giving you time to welcome him properly. There's some pain, you won't lie, but it's slowly ebbing into something forgettable. The pale monster's sweet cooing and trilling help steady you as he licks your throat and lets his teeth deform slightly to place a loving bite on your shoulder.

Eventually, the breeder shifts and looks down at where the two of you are joined, finding imprints of his lengths in you. His grin is so wide and self-satisfied it looks borderline manic. A large hand comes to palp at the bump in your lower abdomen, but the sensation causes your legs to twitch and you bat his arm away.

Breg whines, a trail of drool slipping down his chin to drip onto your skin. " Can- Can I start? "

Your eyes widen a little, though you nod and take a deep breath. " G-Gentle. "

And that's all it takes.

The monster admittedly has a bit of trouble moving at first, the drag of his cocks inside you bordering on painful until fireworks start firing in your brain from all the spots he has no choice but to stimulate with every minuscule motion. The first moan you let out, throaty and helpless, makes him shiver. Wetness gradually builds, helping along with what's left of the lube, and pretty soon Breg's huffing with every thrust, making noises that almost concern you and visibly sweating. You know he's doing his best to behave right now, and you appreciate it, because both at once is... An experience.

" Ah- Ghn so full- " You choke when he fills you out again, causing the breeder to wag his tail slightly and respond with shorter, faster bursts of movement.

" Does it feel good? " He pants.

" Y- Yeah. " Putting it lightly. Your breath hitches and you cling to his arms for support, unable to help the fluttering of your pussy as you get used to this brand new size.

" Angel... " He begins, in a tone you already know means he's going to ask for something. " Hhn- I know you said gentle but... "

He bucks his hips suddenly, the two of you crying out together, pleasure and shock.

" Breg! "

" B- But I know you like it rough! " He stresses. " You clamp around me so hard, it's so hot- " Your face burns. " Come on... Just this time? "

It's not going to be "just this time", obviously.

When you don't say anything, the breeder hums and drapes over you again, legs readjusting so he can plunge somehow even deeper into you now. And with no hesitation, Breg starts well and truly railing into you.

" AH! HN- Breg?! "

You have to hold onto his neck and back, each desperate slam of his thighs on yours digging his softly barbed cocks so far up into your hole he jostles you forward. But you can't deny that it's making your eyes glaze in rabid animal pleasure, mouth opening and hips grinding back onto him as much as they can, the sloppy noise of his every slam filling you with a gross sense of glee.

You don't like to admit it, but you love being under Breg. It makes you feel small in a very arousing way, trapped under his strength, his smell, hearing how fast he breathes for you, how much his body strains to breed you stupid even if the effort is always pointless in the end. You like that he's always just as enthusiastic, that he always fucks you like it's the last time he's going to get to do it.

" S- See? " He groans, looking down at your flushed, probably disheveled face. " I know you like it- I can smell it. " And just to accentuate the point, there's a snort-like sniff when he dips his head into the crook of your neck, rising goosebumps everywhere. " Gghn- I'm- I'm not going to last too long... "

That startles you a little. Breg's always had surprising stamina. Sure, the first time he penetrated you was a bit short, but he had never been with a human before. Still, this puts an incredulous smile on your face. " R- Really? "

" Yeah- " His words melt into slurred moans, previously speedy motions now interspersed by hard grinds that have your eyes rolling slightly. " 'M sorry, you're so good- Sorry. "

" It's- It's fine. " It's hotter than it should be.

" My mate is so perfect- " He growls in-between sharp, jutting thrusts. " So nice to me- " The whimper on the edge of his voice is more than a good tell of how close he is. " I'm so lucky I get to ahhn- Put both in! "

Even if he doesn't recognize it, Breg has a penchant for this very specific type of dirty talk that makes your brain pop and crackle in a hormone-fueled static, and before you can even beg him to fill you with cum, he fucks into your stretched cunt with three dizzying pistons before flexing and coming so hard you can feel it shoot into crevices you didn't even know you had.

It's too much for such a small space, coating both you and him before it has no choice but to squeeze out of you in depraved spurts. Even if you wanted to hear Breg's rattle of ecstasy, you were too lost in your own orgasm to do so, making something akin to a desperate, sobbing mewl at the overload of sensations.

When you can focus minimally, the breeder is planting amorous kisses everywhere on your upper body, still buried hot and wet inside you. His whole face is flushed blue and he's never looked giddier, shuddering as another glob of seed escapes around his still hard cocks.

" Thank you so much, angel. I loved it! "

Oh, you can tell. " ... Don't mention it. "

Breg chirps. " Tell me when you're ready to go again. "

Why are you even surprised...

#Bregory #monster boyfriend #monster smut #monster x reader #terato #monsterfucker #terat0philliac #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #MINORS DNI #not sfw

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jungkit · 2 months

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want you so

heeseung x f! reader genre: fluff warnings: none wc: 902

Heeseung kept his eyes on you as you walked through the courtyard.

“Stare any longer, and your eyes are gonna fall out,” Jay says, munching on his Cheetos.

“I can't help it,” he replies, “she's just too beautiful.”

“You tell us daily, we get it,” Riki groans.

They just don't understand. To Heeseung, you're like a breath of fresh air. He loves everything about you. The way you smile, the way you laugh, how your nose scrunches when you’re concentrating on something.

Heeseung finds himself so infatuated, so in love with you.

When you call his name, it's like an angel is singing, and all you're doing is asking for a pencil.

He remembers when he first met you at freshman orientation. He was blown away.

Now, a year later, he still feels the same every time he sees you or when you approach him.

“I still don't get why you haven't confessed to her yet,” Sunoo says, and Heeseung finally takes his attention off you.

“I don't think she likes me like that,” he shrugs, “I’m okay with just admiring her from afar.”

His friends sigh, shaking their heads at his hopelessness.

“We should do something fun this weekend,” Sunghoon says, playing with his pencil in boredom.

“The fair is in town. What if we go?”Jungwon suggests.

Everyone looks at each other, silently agreeing.

On Saturday, Heeseung finds himself at the food stand, getting a corn dog.

Jake taps his shoulder, “Dude, look who’s here!”

He turns in the direction Jake is pointing to, eyes widening as they immediately find you.

“This could be your chance to talk to her!” Jake says eagerly.

All the boys are nudging him forward as he digs his heels into the ground.

“I don't think I can,” he says, voice whiny.

Protests come from behind him, “Come on!”

“Just do it!”

“What have you got to lose!”

“My dignity!” He argues, but they're getting closer to you.

Riki delivers a hard push, and before he knows it, he's falling right into you.

The boys quickly disperse, abandoning Heeseung and acting like they were never there.

Your frown soon becomes a smile as you recognize him, “Heeseung!”

“Hey, sorry about that. My friends were pushing me to go on this ride.”

You wave it off, “It’s okay! I'm glad to see you.”

You're glad to see him? Oh god, he can feel his heart beating faster.

“My friends kinda abandoned me. Maybe you could keep me company?” You ask, giving him a small smile.

This is your chance; don't slip up! He thinks to himself.

“I'd love to keep you company,” he says, giving you a smile of his own.

Suddenly, he’s being dragged by you all across the fair.

You take him to every game, and he does his best to impress you, ultimately failing.

“These games are rigged, you know?” He says as you laugh.

“Totally.”

When you pull him to the basketball game, he knows this is his chance. He has to do good.

And by god’s grace, he makes every basket, earning the top prize.

“What do you want?” He asks you, giggling on the inside when you look at him with wide eyes.

“You're letting me choose?”

“Of course, it's for you!”

You end up choosing the deer plushie.

“It reminds me of you. It has big, beautiful eyes.”

You say it casually, but Heeseung is stunned.

Big, beautiful eyes? Reminds you of him?

You purposefully chose a plushie that reminds you of him.

Before he can say something, you're pulling him in another direction.

When he looks up, he sees the love boat sign and almost collapses.

When it's your turn, he gets into the boat wordlessly.

He gulps as it starts moving, trailing into darkness.

It's quiet for a minute before you turn to him, speaking up.

“I wanted to bring you here for a reason,” you say.

Heeseung can feel himself start to sweat. Is it getting hotter?

“What is it?” he answers.

Your hand raises to cup his cheek, turning him to face you.

“I've liked you for a while now, Heeseung. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was nervous. You don't know the effect you have on me. It’s like I can't think when you're around because my mind is just filled with thoughts of you: your smile, your laugh, your eyes. God, I love your eyes. You're so kind and gentle. I just want you so badly.”

Heeseung doesn't think he was breathing the moment you cupped his cheek, but he certainly wasn't breathing now, listening to your confession.

He doesn't know what to say or how to respond.

So he doesn't.

He surges forward, capturing your lips.

Your lips are soft and taste like strawberries.

You kiss back, sighing softly into the kiss.

Your lips move in unison, gentle but passionate.

It feels like it’s been hours when you eventually pull apart.

“You don't know how infatuated I've been with you since the day we met. You're everything to me, Y/N.”

You giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.

“You're mine now,” you say slyly, making Heeseung blush.

When the ride finally ends, you and Heeseung walk out hand in hand.

As they watch you, your friends, along with his, all high-five each other.

“Thank god that worked out,” Jay says, “watching them pine for each other was killing me.”

t/n: just a little something to put out there!

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inkdrinkerworld · 2 months

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penny for your thoughts on d. grayson w/ shy/timid/reserved!reader 🫣

Love your lil blurbs and thought pieces for dick grayson, I'm a tad bit obsessed I fear

He eats it up. Dick lives for the fact that you can’t look him in the eye for too long without getting puffy faced and having to shove his shoulder.

“Dick would you stop?”

He would- if you weren’t so damn cute. You get all warm and you get even softer when you speak to him and he’s just living for it.

“I would, but look at your pretty eyes baby. They’re glowing.”

They aren’t glowing, you’re not super powered. But they are simmering- with what? You’d rather not discuss that just yet, Dick Grayson can be somewhat of a pain with his teasing and if you name the ‘glow’ or give him chance to, you’d never recover from his teasing.

Not that you mind.

“I’m going back to the living room now,” you’d just come to the kitchen for your snacks, gummy fish that Dick swears tastes like wax but it’s somehow never out of stock, and pieces of honeycomb.

The team are watching movies tonight, and they’d just started looking at your favourite, Atlantis, a movie Kaldur has his own opinions on but you can’t deny yourself eye candy either way- Milo is just too cute.

“I’m right behind you angel face, plus I think you’re stuck with me for the rest of the movie- everyone else is coupled up.”

True to his word, everyone on the sofas are already coupled up and cozy where they are and there’s only two unoccupied spots left.

Yours and Dick’s relationship is still fresh, so you’d been sitting with Artemis before you left, now she’s sat with Wally, head on his shoulder as he whispers something to her to make her smile.

Your belly churns with nerves- sure you’ve shared a bed with Dick but being all cozied up in front of your friends seem far more intimate than you can manage without combusting.

“Opening credits are rolling, babe. C’mon,” Dick says, nudging you forward with his hip. He sits before you do, patting the spot next to him with a soft smile- knowing anything else will probably send your pulse into overdrive.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he whispers, stealing a fish from your hand with a devilish grin. “Unless you ask me not to, then I’m at your mercy.” He chuckles softly at the way you grumble under your breath, clearly amused by how easy you are to fluster.

He hears something about, ‘so annoying’ and, ‘stupid pretty smile’ and he presses a quick kiss to your temple to keep from chuckling even more.

The night ends with your head in his lap, eyes shut as you start to drift off, not having the energy to stay up during Zatanna’s one hundredth rewatch of a thriller that you’ve seen too many times to be scared of.

“Want me to scratch your back, baby?” You know he’s buttering you up, laying on his sweet charm as you drift off when you’re too tired to be too concerned about the heat that floods you at his attention or find the energy to be too shy and scurry off to the bedroom and wait there for him.

“Please? And,” he cuts you off quietly.

“And put your water back on the bedside, I got you, baby. Close your eyes and sleep, sweet girl.” He swears there’s a smile on your lips as you drift off and maybe even a little heat to your cheeks.

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sacrificialdaughterr · 14 days

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tags | abby x reader, fluff, crybaby reader (me asf) rewrite!!

A hazy mist of smoke wafted through the usually comfortable, congenial air of the kitchen, flittering to the floor like dust particles dancing in the light of the sun. It stuck like glue, creating a thin sheen on the linoleum tiles of the kitchen, marking them with an overwhelming smell of burning that would remain until, inevitably, you'd sporadically clean and rearrange the space on an indecisive whim as you had so many times before.

The coolness of the marble countertop you were perched upon contrasted that of the humid, stuffy room- the unbearable summer heat was providing no comfort whatsoever as you gasped for air, tears of overstimulation and pain slipping down your flushed cheeks, a feeling of guilt building in your chest.

"Shh, baby.." Abby cooed at you as she stood between your legs. With a delicate touch, she wrapped a wet washcloth around the burned, slightly blistered skin of your palm- left that way by the scorching hot pan of cookies you had your heart set on making especially for Abby. Now, your attempt- and, truthfully, sacrifice- was deemed futile as the cookies lay discarded in their pan, singed to the parchment paper in blackened, once heart-shaped piles.

"Ab-Abby.." The words you wanted to say were lost on you, nothing but gargled speech as your breath hitched incessantly; quick puffs of air filling your lungs, morphing into something that could hardly be described as breathing.

"I know, angel.." She crooned, sympathy etched on her features in the form of the deep crease between her eyebrows, her already pouted lips downturned into something that could be mistaken for a grief-stricken expression. With her hand wrapped around yours, securely holding the washcloth in place, she freely reached up with the other to brush the stray hairs from your forehead, slicked to your skin by the sweat that had pooled at your hairline. "Y'gotta breathe, hear me?"

Hand planted tenderly on your tear-stained cheek, the pad of her thumb brushed the glimmering tears away that, although tore her up inside to see, were truly the cutest thing. She lifted your gaze to hers, and she couldn't quite swallow down the smile that forced itself onto her face, her cheeks aching under the sheer giddiness she felt at the sight of you. "Hi, my pretty girl," She whispered, and you crumpled.

"Abby.." You started yet again, your voice a little stronger- though it wobbled up and down as you tried to fight back a fresh set of tears. Abby was being so sweet to you, even after you just ruined the cookies she had been looking forward to the entire day. "'M sorry," You choked out, unable to keep your head from dipping low, your gaze steadfast on your lap, watching your fingers fiddle and twist the lint of the washcloth.

"Hm?" She hummed, her tone laced with confusion as she leaned forward, nuzzling her nose into your hair, inhaling your addicting scent with a soft groan. "Don't have to be sorry, baby. Why're you sorry?"

"Well.." You whined with a soft sigh, inhaling a deep, self-soothing breath you then let out in the form of a long-winded, seemingly neverending string of complaints. "I just wanted to make you cookies like you wanted- because you said you wanted them, you were looking forward to them- and I burnt them, and now you're mad at me, and you hate me.."

Abby, as patient as ever, listened until you were through, threading her fingers through your hair all the while. She let out yet another hum, this time one of thought, as if she were silently going over every single detail that had just carelessly spilled from your lips. "Look at me, angel," She urged, and you reluctantly lifted your head with the help of a small nudge from Abby under your chin.

Unspoken words settled in the air, making room for itself right alongside the smoke that still lingered as you and Abby gazed at each other. It's as if you could hear the words she only thought, the raspy sound waves that made up the beautiful voice inside of her gracing your ears before she even spoke. "Do I look mad?"

And, the honest answer was no. No, Abby didn't look or act like she was mad. No, she didn't act as if she hated you. The furthest thing from either of those stared back at you, smiled back at you, softly caressed your cheek- your tears now gone, stray ones only latched onto your eyelashes, dampening them into a slightly darker color. "No.." You finally mumbled.

"No," Abby echoed, sure of what she was saying and wanting to make sure you grasped just how sure. "I'm just worried.. How's your hand? Doesn't hurt too much, does it?" She worried, glancing down at said hand, still wrapped in hers and the slowly-drying washcloth.

You shook your head, humming a soft, declining, "Mmh-mmh.. Just stings a little."

"Good." She leaned forward, planting a feather-light kiss to your forehead. "Just wanna make sure my baby's okay. We can always get more cookies, can't get another you.."

#abby tlou #abby anderson #abby x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson moodboard #wlw #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #cries in touch starved

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rae-writes · 10 months

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reality’s nightmare

om brothers x reader

wc : 4k (holy fuck, I did not mean to do this much-)

warnings : gore!! blood, broken bones, mangled body parts, heavy injury detail, talks of intestines/organs, there’s some fucked up imagery in this one y’all

synopsis : they say angels look beautiful when they fall, but no one talks about after they hit the ground

a/n : look, I love the scene where they’re standing before Diavolo, and it’s been mentioned that they were hurt— buuut what if we saw them bruised and broken and bleeding

…thud…

…TH-UD…

crACK-

CRACK—

C R A C K…

Bloodcurdling screams filled the house of Lamentation, instantly waking the other seven inhabitants. The screams turned into sobs as many pairs of feet slammed against the hard floor.

Rather unceremoniously, your door was nearly knocked off its hinges as each of your demons burst in the room, huddling around your bed; you were frantically kicking at the covers and hiding your face behind trembling arms.

“Mc!”

His hand reached out to caress your form gently, startling you and causing you to cry even harder as you reached out for him.

†

Lucifer holds your face in his palms like you’re made of glass, lithe fingers attempting to wipe your scalding tears in vain. He’s at a complete loss as he watches you shake like a leaf in his grasp; you were terrified, more than he’d ever seen in all his time of knowing you.

When the first born finally managed to catch your gaze, he could physically feel his heart stop. “Mc…”

Pale as a ghost and face soaked with tears, you stared at Lucifer as if you never thought you’d see him again after bidding goodnight just three hours ago. “L-Luci-”

The surrounding area was dark- eerie - though thankfully, you could clearly tell you were at the Colosseum. You took only a single step forward before something slammed into the ground with a sick crack, just a couple feet away.

Wings so black they blended into the dark atmosphere were bent wickedly, feathers astray and torn out while a few bones stuck in odd directions, having pierced straight through the flesh. Two gashes on the lowest part of its back oozed blood like a river, quickly forming a puddle underneath the body. The torso itself was turned in a position that was just wrong- no matter what being in the three realms it was.

With a hand over your mouth to try and ease the bile rising in your throat, you could feel the unnatural warmth of its blood washing over the soles of your bare feet. In an attempt to scurry backwards, you slipped, bracing your arms against the dirt before your face could be washed in it.

And only then, when you finally came within face-to-face proximity of him, did you realize who it was.

Lucifer stared back at you, brows furrowed in pain and lips- blood dribbling past- curled into a grimace.

You broke into a fresh round of sobs- the broken and hoarse kind that made your chest throb- and pulled your boyfriend closer. Your movement was so rushed and unexpected, Lucifer toppled over right on top of you.

His arms caught him, but he was essentially unable to push himself up as your hands had come around his back, fingertips pressing almost harshly into the skin where his wings would normally be. “My love?”

“Show me.”

“I’m afraid I don’t quite understand-”

“Show me your wings!” words desperate and eyes frantic, you were truly starting to make him panic, “Please…” your fingers grasped the shiny feathers hesitantly; you thought they’d break or tear— Lucifer could tell.

He was confused and worried and honestly, his hands were beginning to shakily ball up your cover as he listened to you whisper in relief about how ‘they’re not broken…’

“I’m alright, Mc, I promise. My wings are alright. You’re alright.” Just what did you dream of to make you like…this? To say something like that?

You kept one hand in the middle of his four wings and the other at the base of his back where the other pair have been long since ripped out. “Can we stay like this?”

“For as long as you need.”

†

Upon seeing your frightened state, Mammon was frantic himself, hands grasping at your waist to pull you against him instead of the wall, “It’s me, Mc! It’s me, baby, it’s me!” He lets your hands grip his forearms as tight as you need, not paying much attention to the pressure in favor of trying to keep eye contact.

“Mam..mon?” the disbelief you seemed to be in sent his heart clenching, especially when you ran your palms along his bare skin, moving up and up until you were under his sleeves, grasping at his shoulders, “Mammon!”

The pained yelp that echoed in the air made you jump, head whipping around to find the source through the darkness. Calling out in vain, your feet took you in a random direction before you tripped. With hands stretching out to feel around, you felt a trembling form that didn’t quite seem…right.

What looked like they could’ve been arms at some point in time were crushed, bleeding, mangled limbs. Almost every bone was on the outside, tearing through its skin like paper. Elbows inverted, wrists twisted forward and back, fingers snapped in every other direction. Even some of its fingernails were ripped or cracked. Shoulder blades so out of place, it was hard to tell what they were supposed to be. Collar bones not where they were meant to be— one was completely shattered and it showed through the skin. Almost the entire upper portion of the chest was barely recognizable.

His face was, though. His gorgeous face, head dripping with blood and staining the ends of his snowy hair, features pulled into a heart-wrenching grimace.

“Mammon…” your hands squeezed and prodded every part of his arms, starting at the shoulders you'd dug crescent moons into- not missing his collar bones that were peeking from his sleep shirt.

He watched you examine him, pulling you closer every time you choked back a sob. “‘S me, baby, whatsa matter? You’re making your pretty eyes all swollen…”

“Hold me— just hold me. Need t’feel your arms around me…”

Ignoring the mumbled ‘in one piece’, Mammon wrapped his arms around you tightly without another word. He’ll chase away…whatever it was that scared you. He won’t leave.

“I won’t leave. Promise. ‘M right here.”

†

Oh, Levi’s eyes began watering as soon as he heard your sobbing, bursting out into tears right alongside you when he finally saw your scared form. Lacking his usual shyness, his hands curl around yours and uncover your face like you’d normally do to him.

“Mc…m-my Henry…” he didn’t know what to do or say but he knew that the way you peered up at him- like you’d seen a ghost- makes him want to curl up and die.

From the moment you heard the first shrill cry, you knew undoubtedly that it was your Levi. Without questions, you scrambled to your feet and took off sprinting despite being unable to see much, shouting his name with urgency.

Stopping to catch your breath, you froze when fingers wrapped around your ankle, turning to look at what’d grabbed you. A scream left your throat at the sight.

Crushed legs were dragging against the dirt, oozing blood and being speared with what looked like every leg bone there was. The left leg was bent out of place at the hip with the knee inverted while the right foot was twisted completely backwards, femur snapped and sticking out of the thigh. Flesh had torn where the bones caught on the ground— wide gashes that were as long as your forearm. It was horrifying.

Even more horrifying when your sweet boyfriend had blood pouring out of his mouth as he sobbed, still dragging his mangled body along, begging for help.

Levi flinched when you began pushing him back, mouth opening to spew out apologies when they were cut short as he watched you settle between his legs, arms hooking under his thighs to pull them even tighter against you.

You nuzzled your head against one of his knees, “Don’t go anywhere, Leviathan…stay- stay with me, don’t leave.” Your fingers dug into his sweatpants absentmindedly.

Levi was completely floored with how much terror filled your voice and he found himself wrapping his tail around your midsection to try and assure you that, “I’m never leaving. Y-you can’t get r-rid of me, now!”

…just what happened to you exactly? And did he really want to find out, given how genuinely terrified it made you— the bravest person he knows. Levi didn’t know just yet, but he did know that he’d stay with you for as long as you wanted him to.

†

Satan clutches both your ankles softly to keep you from hurting yourself, kissing at your calves when you stop thrashing. He’d never seen you in such a state and if he hadn’t trained himself over the centuries, he would’ve gone into a rage to find out who or what did this to you.

“I’m here, darling, try to calm down now. Shhh, love, listen to my heartbeat- here.” The way you clutched at him like he’d disappear…

“Tannie?”

You could barely see three feet in front of your face, shown by the way you stumbled and tripped your way through the dark. A loud, horrifying sound reaches your ears at the same time a liquid splashes across your face. It’s warm- running down your face disgustingly, but the sight in front of you…

Something had been impaled on a spiked rock; the jagged tip was coated in a dark substance— the same substance that nearly formed an ocean underneath the figure. It was pouring from the giant hole now in their chest area and the position had the rest of their body curved backwards. Not wanting to talk about the similar dark shapes you saw strewed about- knowing very well they were probably organs and intestines- you grip its twitching fingers cautiously, following the stream of blood down, down, down…until it reaches its face. His face. Satan’s face. His eyes are popped wide, clearly numb to the severe pain he should’ve been feeling.

Choking back a scream, you cradle the back of his head, lifting it up so he can swallow better as he finally begins to thrash and scream. Begs to stop go unheard and you’re forced to listen to the vile sounds of his chest ripping and tearing and blood gushing, screaming yourself when it soaks the entire lower half of your body.

“Yeah, it’s Tannie.” He doesn’t mention the grip you have on his shirt, nor does he say anything about the way you push yourself harder against his left side.

You tap your finger along to the beat of his heart- the rhythm is strong and steady. Alive. “Satan…”

He watches you smooth your hand over his chest, “Yes, love?” Frowning, he wipes at the corner of your eyes, not wanting you to cry anymore.

You say nothing at first, instead choosing to curl up closer. There’s an edge to the air before you give a nearly inaudible, “Don’t leave.”

Satan relaxes, if only for your comfort. “Never.” He needs to know what caused you so much torment— for now, though, he will be with you for as long as you need.

†

Asmo chooses to scramble around gathering water, a warm washcloth, and spritzing a light soothing scent on his clothes before he’s clamoring in your bed. He gingerly wipes down your face, whispering about swollen eyes and how much salt is in tears; he’s just trying his best to divert your attention.

But you’re still hysterical, eyes unable to stop shedding tears even as he’s wiping them away. Your hands snake up his jaw, pressing down and smoothing across the skin until your breath stutters and you simply can’t let out audible cries anymore.

Running around in the dark wasn’t such a good idea, especially now that you’re sprawled on the ground with your head throbbing from how hard you hit it. The lumpy dirt is uncomfortably irritating, but before you can move, you hear shrill crying as something comes slamming into the ground a couple feet beside you.

Nearly inaudible whimpers left it as it just laid there, body and wings twitching sporadically. Slowly, with sick cracking sounds following, it’s head turned to the side- facing right at you. His jaw was hanging, knocked out of place, and visibly broken. Teeth were fractured or missing entirely, mouth ripped one one side and lips punctured with holes from his teeth...his tongue was hanging by only a couple of muscles, nearly severed from the force of the fall— he must’ve bit it as he was screaming. There was blood pouring onto the ground underneath him, coating what was left of his lower face and splashed into his eyes, all the way up to his forehead.

You couldn’t even scream as you watched Asmo’s body convulse with choked sounds, eyes refusing to close even as an acidic taste started to make its way up your throat before you were forced to lift your upper body and retch out the contents of your stomach.

Shakily, almost like you were scared he’d fall apart, you place a kiss to his cheekbone, trailing down his jaw until you reach the corner of his mouth. “Azzy..I love you.”

You were now officially scaring Asmo, but he kept his cool nonetheless. “I love you more, hun! How about we go take a relaxing bath before trying to sleep again? Sounds good, hm?”

Briefly, your fingers pressed down harder where you were caressing his jaw before letting up. “Mhm.” You wrapped your arms around his neck like a child, not wanting him to go too far. “Sleep with you.”

“Yeah, you can sleep with me. My sheets will be good for your skin!” While his words were chipper, there wasn’t a single trace of a smile on his face; why was this happening to you? What happened to you?…what did you see?

“I love you, Mc. You don’t have to worry about anything else.”

†

Even though he knows everyone is worried, Beel shoves to the front with the sole intention of protecting you. You’ve curled yourself into a ball, but he just lifts you into his arms and pulls you in close.

At the familiar warmth of your boyfriend, your eyes snap up to see his worried smile and the only thing you can manage to do is rest your forehead against his with a choked cry of his name.

Your knees were scraped and bleeding from all the times you’ve tripped in the dark, so you were walking slowly, inching forward until your foot came in contact with something soft. Crouching down, you squinted at the orange color and rubbed the soft tufts between your fingers before your eyes finally adjusted.

It was Beel. He was curled on his right side, peeks of bone showing from where he landed. His eyes were swimming with blood, upper face drenched with it from where it streamed out of his head- he’d cracked his skull straight across his forehead. His neck was bent in an odd direction- probably twisted before hitting the ground- and more blood bubbled out of his mouth the longer he thrashed his head and tried to speak.

When he reached a trembling hand out, you finally took notice of Belphie lying beside him; the sob that ripped from your throat was guttural when the younger started crying out in Beel’s stead.

“I’m here, Mc. It’s okay now, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You didn’t have the heart or the bearings to tell him that you were afraid of something happening to him again, instead choosing to just bury your face in his neck and sob harder. The cries only increased in pitch when you felt him move, “Don’t go! Don’t leave me, stay, don’t leave me, please…”

He’d only shifted to scoot further back, but his heart was absolutely breaking at the state of you. “Always, Mc.” Laying down, he tucked you into his right side, frowning at the thought of something causing you this much anguish. “I’ll stay with you always…I might have to carry you with me to the kitchen later tonight, though…sorry.”

†

When he finally manages to shove everyone out of the way, Belphie caresses your cheeks, dipping his fingers into the flesh softly as he forces you to look at him. “Look at me. No, no, at me.”

Your brows are furrowed, breaths coming out quick and short, “Bel…” you cradled his face even softer than he was yours, “My Belphegor…”

The sharp pebbles and uneven ground irritated your palms and knees as you crawled, trying to make your way around in the dark with little injury. You staggered when your hand slipped in something warm, flailing before bumping into what the warmth was coming from. You’d slipped in blood.

It was a trembling, bleeding lump on the ground, curled into a half fetal position on its left side. The arm that it landed on was completely bent backwards at the shoulder, fingers twitching with the pain they must’ve been feeling. A few rib bones punctured the abdomen, causing a tearing sound when they moved too much. There’s a large crack on the left side of the skull, which is where most of the blood is pouring from; through the streaked blood, where he’d probably tried to rub it away, you could see Belphie’s face. Tears had washed the blood from his eyes into his mouth where he kept having to spit it out onto the dirt in order to keep crying out for help.

With a start, you easily recognized what- or who- he was clutching onto desperately to be Beel. The way they were curled around one another…your tears mixed with the blood pooling into the dirt, hands making their way through the disgusting mud puddle it created to grab at his injured hand.

“Your Belphegor, ‘m your belphie-” he dragged you in closer, tucking you securely against his left side, “Wanna tell your Bel what’s the matter? Nightmare?”

Pushing the nauseous feeling down- and the distinct feeling that you knew it wasn’t a nightmare, that it was real- you shook your head in denial. It was such a poor lie that you couldn’t help but wince into his shoulder, but he didn't say anything.

He just pulled you in tighter and tighter until your breaths were practically his. “Told you to sleep with me. Nothing stands a chance against the avatar of sloth in this department.” Belphie relaxed when his rambling made you laugh, “Not gonna let anything haunt you like this again.”

It was real, it was real, it was real. “Okay…I love you, Bel.”

Lucifer fell backwards out of the heavens; the first to fall and the first to hit the ground (he watched his brothers fall with him— heard the vile sounds of each one of them hitting hell's earth). Though various emotions clouded his mind, he still had the wit intact to try and maneuver himself before crashing, though that made it much worse. Half twisted before his landing, his torso remained twisted, ribs shattered and internal organs pierced with bone. His back, despite his best efforts, is what had the most contact with the ground- broken at every vertebrae. Feathery wings now black fluttered uselessly against his will, shocked with the pain of having been torched, torn, broken, and pierced by their own bones. Lucifer had always been the one that hid his pain best out of the six, so he grits his teeth and twists his torso back into place and gets up because he needs to get to his family.

In an attempt to reach out for his brother, Mammon fell through the clouds with his arms stretched out, eyes never straying from the view in front of him, not even when Lucifer’s body hit the ground and he knew he was about to be next. He caught himself, or tried to, instantly snapping his wrists and sending a domino effect throughout his arms; each bone and joint cracking, shooting sharp pains straight to his head. Even his shoulders had been knocked horrendously out of place, so the only way he managed to get upright was the frantic flapping of his wings. Broken, kneeling on shaking legs, the sight of his mutilated arms made his stomach churn and bile rise. The acidic feeling has him retching miserably, yet even so, he spits out as much of the taste as he can and stands, hellbent on finding his family even if his arms are useless.

With his throat closing up from panic at having the ground beneath him crumble and break, Levi falls through feet first, head lifted to watch the heavens grow farther and farther, arms scrambling in vain to grab at something. In this frantic state, he never saw the end of his fall coming- he only felt the white hot pain cracking through his lower limbs- heard his bones shattering and snapping apart. His hands are clutching at dirt, choke sobs wrecking through his frame because he can’t feel his legs anymore. His brain is only registering the throb of pierced skin, veins, and arteries. The drag against the ground makes the pain worse, but he can’t find it in his hysterical self to stop pulling his body along, arms shaking under the strain as he attempts to seek out one of his brothers for help.

Opposite of his…’creator’, Satan fell backwards amongst the clouds, head tilted towards the ground as it got closer and closer. His eyes closed in anticipation of the impact, expecting his skull to get crushed, but they quickly shot open at the gutting sensation in his abdomen. Blonde hair tickled the rocks beneath him, head still lolled backwards with no energy to lift it, making the blood dripping from his mouth stream into his eyes. He’d been impaled on a spiked boulder, sending a numbing tingle throughout his entire body; the only moving parts of him were the shocked blinking of his eyes, bobbing of his adam’s apple as he tried to swallow his own blood, and the occasional twitch of his fingertips. Once the numbness made its way to his throat, he began to panic, blindly moving his sluggish limbs in an attempt to get free. The struggle irritated his wound, making more and more blood gush until there was a whole ocean of it underneath him- at some point, he lost the ability to move at all, and the only thing he could do was let out curdling screams until someone found him.

Asmo fell in a daze, not really processing the situation until he saw ink black washing over his ivory wings. He suddenly screamed, hands rubbing over the shedding feathers like somehow he could stop them from blowing away with the wind. Watching all the feathers burned down into four smooth, leathery wings, he was completely hysterical as the reality of the situation sunk in. When he couldn’t bear to look at what he was becoming anymore, he cast his teary eyes in front of him, breath getting stolen from his throat when his jaw met the ground, shattering instantly upon impact. The rest of his body hurdled against the dirt and he just laid there, too shocked with pain to even really feel it. The tang of copper crawled up his throat, spilling out of his mouth, but the only thing he could do was let out choked whimpers, hoping someone could hear.

As his throat constricted until he could barely breathe, heart thumping sporadically after ‘letting’ his sister be shot, Beel fell clutching his twin against his chest. He promised he wouldn’t let go, but the momentum made him lose his grip anyway, sending Beel further into panic. He never got the chance to wonder about the end of their fall- he was too busy trying to reach his brother again- but he felt it. The shock of pain blooming where he landed on his right side, the feeling of organs being pierced by bone. He desperately wanted to lift his head to see if the other was still beside him, but his eyes were covered with blood from his cracked skull. He whimpers out his twin’s name, flinching when someone grabs his ankle before frantically reaching out with his left arm to grab onto Belphegor’s ankle— he wanted to shout out, but he couldn’t find the energy to speak. Instead he had to listen to Belphie cry out for someone to save them.

Belphie fell screaming, hands grasping onto his twin with frantic desperation after having watched his sister get shot with an arrow. The wind blowing past them was grating against his ears, further panicking him when his grip began slipping the faster gravity dragged them down. As soon as they broke apart, they were scrambling to reach each other again, and he didn’t notice the sight of the ground coming closer until they crashed into it. He fell on his left side, arm and leg getting crushed under the shocking weight, ribs cracking, and head knocking against the dirt so hard it made his vision blur and skull break open. In this position, he was facing Beelzebub’s feet, like they were Yin and Yang. He uses his right arm to reach out for his twin again, gripping onto his uninjured leg tightly, voice coming out cracked as he assured his brother it’d be okay before crying out for one of the others to please come save them.

#obey me x reader #om x reader #lucifer x reader #om lucifer #mammon x reader #om mammon #leviathan x reader #om levi #satan x reader #om satan #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #om asmodeus #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader #om beel #belphegor x reader #belphie x reader #om belphegor

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janaem · 10 months

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clay

just a reminder that the “___” is either your name or your crush’s name depending on the context

[4:45 pm]

your crush decided to take you to your first ever private ceramics class. it was a beautiful autumn day and you both wore cozy outfits for comfort purposes.

you two were taught how to make a small and plump vase--well you were being taught--your crush, on the other hand, had months of experience with pottery making. you couldn’t help but perceive in envy, while being on your third attempt of centering the fresh ball of clay that was crisp in your dampened hands.

you added water, pressed your elbows as tightly to you body as you could, biting your lip so hard it was sure to bleed in any moment, and hugged your finger as tightly around the mound as possible. unfortunately for you, the clay spun off and flew smack dab in the middle of your apron, your elbows splashed lightly with clay spots.

although you seemed calm on the outside, you couldn’t help but bite your tongue in frustration, your blood boiling throughout your body as you tore the mess from your apron.

you abruptly stood up about to put the wet heap of clay in the used clay bin, until you felt your crush’s hand tap you lightly.

you immediately averted your eyes to him, and to the two freshly sculpted clay vases that sat flawlessly on his platter. was he fucking serious right now?

his eyes gazed upon your subtly agitated expression. One thing you loved about ___ was how quickly he could read you like a book.

“___, sit down, i’ll get you a fresh one.” he said softly turning off their wheel whilst half struggling to get the mess from your hands. he stood up and walked over to the bin and tossed the old clay in and got some freshly cut clay from a counter by a large window.

still standing, you couldn’t help but gaze upon his sunkissed figure as worked away with cutting away at the fresh block of clay whilst weighing it on a scale, adding and removing chunks if the weight wasn’t ideal.

from afar he looked like an angel in the clouds of heaven crafting a new and mysterious creation.

it didn’t take them long before he was headed your way, the rays of sunlight trickling from each window that painted him with beautiful oranges and yellows.

his lightened eyes never left yours as he nodded his head, motioning you to sit.

you do so, and after a brief moment of silence, you hear another chair scoot behind yours, immediately feeling the warmth of another body against your back.

you opened your mouth to say something, until ___ traces his fingers slowly across your forearm, while his other hand places the clay mound onto your wheel. warmth caresses your inner being, your heart rate increasing gradually once you felt the side of his face graze your ear.

“just relax and let me guide you.” he reassures softly.

your body goes limp, as if you were being taken under the care of a guardian angel. something about ___’s voice automatically relaxed you, and you certainly couldn’t say no now.

“press the peddle,” ___ directed, gently pushing your body forwards with his, “remember, lean forward and press your elbows against your torso...”

the wheel started to spin s you hesitantly pressed down on the peddle. both of ___hands were over yours now, the warmth and stability of his arms making you practically melt under their touch.

you observed quietly as ___ helped mold your hands to center the clay properly, it was like teaching a kid how to ride a bike for the first time, only ___ was guiding you with his gently yet firm hands, directing your palms in whatever position needed. he frequently reaches over by the jar of water and add it to the clay to avoid stickiness.

moments later, ___ moves his hands up and gently slides his thumb across yours so that you both were pushing down onto the peak of the clay, which was caving in as it formed a whole. the tingling sensation in your stomach intensified as you felt his thumbs on your own, pushing and pushing further until you nearly reached the bottom of a now bowl shaped piece. how were ___’s fingers so light in such a difficult process?

“you’re doing good, ___, just a few more steps.” he said against your neck and you couldn’t help but sigh as they slide their fingertips up to your wrists reassuringly. his cool minty breath tickling the skin under your ear.

you nod absentmindedly, but you were focused on was the way ___’s body caged yours, how his arms caged your smaller ones, and the way his hands guided yours with occasional massages from his thumbs. the contact alone instantly made you go feral, but you were sure good at hiding it.

___’s voice snaps you out of your sweet and savory trance, “i’m gonna let go now, just work your hands up like a showed you.”

you had no idea what they were talking about but your hands moved on their own. even though your hands felt feel empty without theirs, you could still feel him.

well, he was still touching you, his hands glided across your arms and down to your waist, giving you a small squeeze, he was still leaned against you mumbling an occasional “mmhm” or a “just like that”.

your mind was in two places at once, the magic work of your hands on the clay and the feeling of ___’s hands slyly moving up and down your waist as a way to calm you. this truly was a beautiful feeling, and you took in every second of it as his hands also made their way to your center, feeling you heart beat against your ribs.

“your heart is beating so fast.” he commented with a small chuckle in the end.

“the clay is making me nervous, ___” you lied with small smile spreading across your face.

___ shook his head, “yeah, totally,” he the suddenly removes his hands from your stomach and onto your thighs, giving them a light tap, “stop the wheel.”

you pressed you heel against the elevated peddle, putting the wheel to a complete halt.

you and ___ starred at the glistening vase before your eyes.

___wraps his arms around you tightly, waves of laughter rippled in between the both of you as you took in this moment of achievement.

“you did it ___.” he whispered against your ear before planting a kiss on your temple.

#crush imagines #crush x reader #crush scenarios #fluff #wholesome #Crush Series #crush blurbs #timestamps #boy crush #a shit ton of grammar and spelling mistakes but it's aight #x reader #reader insert

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ipegchangbin · 11 months

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— after hours with changbin 💗

🏷️ fluff, suggestive, aftercare (post smut scene)

changbin was stunned. he felt too much and too little at the same time. unable to move, his arms stilled around your back, tensing in place.

you both took many deep breaths before you pecked his lips with a light kiss. earth seemed to return to him.

after another kiss with his eyes beautifully fluttered shut, he relaxed his hold around you and smiled. he looked gentle, angelic, peaceful; not a single hint of exhaustion was written on his face save for the sweat rolling down his forehead and prettily smudged makeup.

“mmm, y/n…” he mumbled shyly and pouted, asking for yet another kiss on his lips.

he was a sight to fall in love with for the 365th time around.

“ah-ah-ah, we have to clean up first—”

“no! one more kiss.” changbin jutted his lips even more forward, mustering all the remaining strength left in him to make that cute pleading face you couldn’t resist.

“fine,” you gave in. his hands found the back of your head and hugged you closer.

it took you both multiple pecks and a bit of tongue before pulling away. only then did you both realize you were still connected at the lower half. you smiled as changbin whined, wanting to relish more in the sensation of being with you, but understanding that the scene was over and he needed to take his — ruined — lingerie off.

everything else happened in moments separated by changbin’s sleepy blinks. one, you whispered something to him. two, you got up from the bed — he remembered reluctantly letting you go. three, you dragged him to the bathroom. four, you pulled his clothes off and sat him in the tub. five, you kissed him again, this time long and prettily, waking him up just a little bit more.

the soothing feeling of your hands on his face quickly replaced your lips leaving his. he could feel so many things at once: your body close to his, the warm water running around you both, the smell of fresh soap and shampoo in the air, the suds and bubbles floating around. changbin swore he was in heaven and almost forgot everything that transpired beforehand. he would’ve forgotten his name by now, only remembering yours.

“i love you” escaped his lips almost instinctively. you tapped his nose in response, parroting it back. it made him blush intensely and melt in your palms.

“wait, i still have to wash your face properly!” you giggled. he smiled wider at the sound of your laugh. his eyes disappeared into crescents, dimples deepening, and he glowed so much.

you rubbed soothing circles around his cheeks with a trusty cleanser. you made sure to scrub whatever remained of the makeup he asked you to put on him. after the first round of cleansing, his head started to feel heavy, and his eyes were shut closed again, but he was still smiling and pouting.

“are you with me, binnie?” you asked.

“mmm, no.” he teased.

you tapped his cheeks with the lightest chuckle. “come on! stay with me, just a bit longer then we can sleep.”

he scrunched his nose, opening his eyes with all the might in the world to stay awake. “okay, okay! i’m right in here.”

“where?”

his eyes finally fluttered open. he was greeted with your smile, teeth in full view, eyes with entire galaxies in them. he scanned everything from the apples on your cheeks down to the little marked details of your face. your eyelashes only looked more prominent because of the water that made its way to them. he looked at your skin that glistened, flushed with all sorts of color and wonder. waking up was a struggle but seeing his favorite view of all time made everything worth it.

you were, still are, and will always be everything to him. you loved him best, he loved you best. sometimes it was hard for him to believe that you were real. you’re everything he wanted, needed, and more. you’re everything he is, admired, and aspired to be. he’d fallen for you again, for the 365th time — or was it the 730th? 1095th?

“…in where?” you reiterated, bursting the bubble in front of him.

“in…love. with you.”

#skz fluff #skz smut #sub!skz #sub!changbin #changbin x reader #i wrote this to celebrate a year of ulting binnie <3 #💬 z is writimg #q; this is scheduled

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speedycoffeedelight · 2 months

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An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: A deer annoys the life out of you and you become a bit suspicious in the end

CH-7: A slithery......friend?

*poke**poke*

You grumbled in your sleep as you felt something poking you over your blanket. Your eyebrows furrowed as you held Charlie closer who was also asleep. The poking seemed to stop for a moment. But then suddenly your whole blanket was pulled off causing your eyes to shot open.

"Bitc-"

You stopped as a disappointed groan came from the deer in front of you, your blanket in its mouth. You rubbed your temples with frustration. You still wanted to sleep a bit longer.

Begrudgingly, you stood up and headed to your bathroom. After coming out refreshed, you headed to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. You started one of Ashley's drawing livestreams as a background noise and to lift your moods up. You were cackling with all the jokes and jabs from the va's. And blushed whenever alastor would flirt, even if it wasn't directed towards you. This man's voice was just flawless.

For some reason the deer really disliked whenever Alastor spoke. It tried to bite your phone once but you quickly moved it out of its way. "Bad,bad deer!" You shouted.

In response the deer just squinted it's eyes at you with disapproval. You feared for a moment that it'll try to bite your hand off. But it didn't and just turned it's head away from you.

Another weird thing happened when you were trying to cook breakfast for yourself. You left your front door open in hopes the deer will finally leave you alone and go back in the forest. And the other reason was for the ewe to eat fresh grass. After yesterday you were sure they wouldn't run away from you. The ewe did go out. However the deer did not. It settled on just watching you cook in the kitchen.

You were trying to prepare meat for cooking. You cut your meat into small pieces as you went to wash your vegetables. Before you could react, the deer came forward and took the pieces in its mouth, chewing it. You gave the deer a horrified look. You never heard that deer's could eat meat. You only knew them to eat grass and other veggies.

*Earlier before*

Though Alastor didn't like that you touched him. He had to admit you did your job at sewing him up pretty well. He would forcefully stay with you wether you liked it or not as per Charlie's suggestion. However he didn't expect you to be so gentle with him after seeing him tensed up or the fact you cared to cover him up last night.

He chuckled to himself. What a sweet little girl you were. You risked your life back there to save that of a sheep. This type of people are the one who are taken most advantage of in this world. After regaining his strength in the morning, he went out to wake you up. If you're taking care of them then you shouldn't be such a lazy host.

You attempted to shoo him out by opening your door later. He knew he'd have to eat later but annoying you was more fun. Your reactions have been quite amusing by far. Plus he wasn't that much fond of greenery, he would much rather eat meat. So he didn't leave, drinking up in your frustrations. He thought about the wolves he killed yesterday. They weren't venison but wouldn't hurt to try.

Charlie and Vaggie told him about how they were cartoon like characters in this world. And the thought about being recorded and being showed in those..... picture shows didn't quite sit right with him. If only he had his full power, he would slaughter every people responsible for this. His face wasn't made for something like that. And then there was the thing you played while cooking.

'Bhahaha!'Deer daddy'! People fucking calls you 'deer daddy' Alastor!' Angel was almost choking from laughing too much.'I never imagined I would hear him of all people flirt..' Vaggie said almost cringing. "I assure you I never counted on it either. That is not me. Someone is using my voice for these types of outrageous stuffs!' Alastor said, his eyes almost twitching with anger.

'It also looks like she's got the hots for you Alastor' Angel said wiggling his imaginary eyebrows. 'I mean she likes my voice too but she gets almost as red as you when you talk!' Angel said teasingly. 'Firstly that is not me and secondly I don't have any interest in these things!' Alastor said with annoyance laced in voice.

Truthfully, he found it quite 'entertaining' to see you blush from hearing his voice alone. He wondered what he could make you do if he was there in his body. Perhaps he could easily convince you to sell your soul.

Charlie hoped somewhere in her heart that you liked her as much as Alastor. But she shook her head, she shouldn't be thinking like that, she already has a girlfriend. But she hoped maybe, just maybe,Vaggie would like you too. To stop her thoughts from spiraling further she went outside to eat. What she didn't know that Vaggie had similar feelings.

'Ya know, it's kinda funny how angel's voice actor seems almost like a sweet guy unlike him and alastor's is almost as much of a douchebag as him' Husk said smugly as he was chilling on a chair, swaying his tail behind him.

'You might want to watch your tone my dear friend...' Alastor said with a dark tone which made husk's fur almost stand up. 'Whatever' He said while jumping off and walking away.

You seemed to be cutting some beef for breakfast. An idea hit his head as you went to wash vegetables for cooking. He quickly came to the cutting board and gulped all the meat down, making sure to look at your eyes as he did so. Seeing your face fill with disgust and horror was rather satisfying.

*Back to present*

"For some reason you remind me of Alastor..." You said remembering that alastor was both a deer demon and a cannibal. Seeing this deer eat meat in front of you reminded you of that. 'That's cause I am Alastor, darling ' He said in his head but you couldn't hear him. Alastor decided he bothered you enough and finally went outside.

You let out a sigh of relief finally seeing that deer gone. Thanks to him, meat would have to be skipped today. You finished cooking your meal and made sure to feed the puppy and the kitty. After a while you went back to work.

After working for a few hours, you decided it was time for a break. You didn't want to go farther after what happened yesterday. Instead you just made yourself a cup of hot chocolate and stood on the balcony, admiring the view.

Meanwhile Alastor, Charlie and Vaggie were talking beside a tree on what to do. You could see all three of them from your balcony. Suddenly something jumped in front of Alastor.

'We meet again alastor! Thisss time I will make sure to defeat you with my deadly venom in this human world! And you don't have your voodoo powersss to ssstop mee!'

All three of them looked down at the black snake that stood before them. It was hissing and ready to pounce. It had a couple eye shaped designs in its hood that was now open.

'Uh..who are you?' Alastor asked tilting his head.

The snakes hood fell down in shock. 'It is II! Sssir pentiousss!! Your archh rival!'

'Nope, doesn't ring a bell! But I'm sure I can beat your puny self without any need of magic' Alastor said in a sinister tone before lifting up one of his hoofs.

'No wait-' Pentious could hardly say anything before quickly slithering away from alastor's hoof that just stomped the ground he was in. 'Stand still now!' Alastor's voice rang in Pentious's ears as he quickly busied himself on avoiding Alastor's tries of turning him into a mush. While being chased by Alastor he saw a cabin in the distance. Thinking that as his last hope, he quickly went there.

You were just sipping your drink in peace when all of a sudden you noticed the deer running towards in your direction while trying to stomp on something. Your eye brows furrowed in confusion. While you were trying to look for what he was chasing after, the pair had already reached the balcony.

Pentious quickly climbed atop the railing in hopes alastor wouldn't reach him there. He didn't bother to see where he was going. Thus he was just as surprised as you were, both of you guys faces separated by inches.

Both of you let out a scream as you stumbled back and Pentious fell off from the railing on his back. It was a miracle how you didn't let go off your mug. Looking upwards, he saw Alastor's grinning face as he raised one of his hoofs.

'No wait! stop!' Charlie screamed she got between Alastor and Pentious. 'Calm down you freak!' Vaggie yelled at Alastor while flying.

You felt a familiar dread seeing the snake, ewe, moth and the deer standing together.

"Oh no,no, I'm NOT having a snake inside my house"

But god seemed to have other plans for you. Since after, whatever the animal's were doing, they all looked at you. Your ewe slowly then started to come towards you with the snake following right behind it.

"No,no, stay back. Stay back.." you slowly reached the wall of your cabin as your back laid against it. The sheep and the snake stopped Infront of you. The sheep then slowly nuzzled the snake in the head. The snake then got a bit closer to your feet and bowed? Did the snake just bow with its head?

Then it went a bit back and slowly formed a heart with its body. The sheep seemed quite ecstatic to see that based from the sounds, almost like it was cheering the snake up.

You sighed. You were an idiot but not that much of an idiot. This type of thing definitely wasn't normal. Something was very peculiar with these group of animals. But right now, you had to decide what to do with this snake. Since both of them was looking at you right now with pleading eyes.

What do you do? Do you keep it or shoo it away?

(A.N :(Please read) I just wanted to say that I love both the old and new voice actors!! What I wrote here is just what I think these characters would feel like!!)

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ooooh dom!abby x reader with a demanding work life (maybe a trade of some sort) who wants to come home and be taken care of instead of taking care of everyone else (smut obvi but maybe some angst/drama perhaps 🫣)

oh my god can we get married pls. i love u. i hope you like this, i kinda rushed it at the end and smut isn’t my strong suit but i had to do this prompt!

content warning : smut, a little bit of angst, fighting, two cuties!!

minors do not interact!!

you were fucking exhausted. working on cars for 8 hours straight with no lunch because your coworker can’t do his job made you ready to cuddle up with your wife and put in a movie!! you were finally home! ready to relax and let off some steam.

you unlock the door to your apartment and sigh at the cool air-conditioned air. “abs? you home?”

you hear an answer and smile, walking into your shared room to find her studying for her upcoming exam. what a hard working medical student!! “hi angel. how was work?” she smiles and pushes her chair out enough for you to give her a kiss.

“fucking terrible. i just need a shower and eat, maybe we can cook that steak together tonight.”

abby looks back down at her notebook and gives you an apologetic smile. “sorry baby.. i really have to get this done, i ran out of time earlier to-”

you scoff slightly and dropped your bag on your bed before cutting her sentence off. “abby. i thought you were gonna get that done this morning so we could have a night together.”

she sighs and puts her pen down. “every night is a night together.. ”

“are you fucking kidding? abby i’ve been looking forward to tonight all week. it’s literally the only thing that was keeping me sane.” you’re starting to tear up. all the stress and frustration from work bubbling over. when abby notices she gets up and goes to comfort you but you push her away.

“whatever abigail. i don’t even care. i don’t know why i’m fucking crying. i’ll just get some takeout of some shit.”

abby furrows her eyebrows and laughs. “abigail? it’s that serious to you? you’re not the only one who hasn’t caught a fucking break. working and going to school full time is hard!! not that you’d know.” you’re scowl falls at you sit in shock for a second before grabbing your bag again and storming out of the room. “i’m going to my sister’s house. maybe you should think about who pays your fucking rent to make your life 5x easier before calling me.”

abby tries to say something else but you’re out of the apartment before she can get anything out.

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the next couple days were tense. you had come back from your sister’s house but you barely talked to your fiancé. just making small talk and giving each other pecks on the cheek before leaving for work or getting home from class. abby was afraid to say anything because sometimes she talks before she thinks. you didn’t say anything because you were embarrassed that you let so much emotion from your job pour into your relationship.

tonight you worked an hour of overtime and you were sore and tired and stressed out. all you needed was some tlc!! but of course this is the week that you and abby were silently fighting….

you unlock the door and drop your bag and take off your shoes before making a b-line for the shower. but something stops you. the sight of a set table with two plates. steak, potatoes, and some greens. with a bottle of wine and fresh flowers in the middle of the table. you feel the tears already coming… jesus christ. then you hear a quiet “shit!” from the kitchen.

“abby?” you ask before seeing abby in a cute apron holding her finger while looking down at a pie tin. you laugh slightly and walk over to her. “what happened?”

she frowns, “i burnt my finger.. i also think i made the filling wrong. i tried to follow your recipe but..”

you smile at her and pull her in for a kiss. she lets out a surprised moan but immediately kisses you back, taking off her silly oven mitt so she can bring your body closer to her. you pull away and laugh. she brushes your hair out of your face and smiles. “i’m sorry angel. i said some really stupid shit and i didn’t mean it. i was just ashamed for putting off studying and i got defensive.”

you nod and smile at her, eyes still tearing up. “i’m sorry too. i should’ve heard you out more at first before getting upset. work has been beating my ass lately and i think i’m just needing some extra support right now.”

abby nods and kisses you again before leading you to the table. “well how about we start with some dinner? then you can take a nice shower and we can do whatever you want for the rest of the night.” you sniff and nod, giving her one more kiss before sitting down!

“this smells delicious oh my god.”

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“the waters warm now angel. you’re so beautiful.” she watches as you strip out of your work clothes and you giggle at her blatant staring. “are you not coming in with me?”

abby perks up like a fucking puppy when you say that and starts to take off her clothes as you get in the shower. she’s in not even three seconds after you. you laugh as she pulls you closer. “can’t believe i was so stupid.. you’re so perfect.”

you shake your head and turn to look at her, “shut up!! you’re the smartest person i’ve ever met. gonna be the best doctor.” abby shushes you and smiles, “this is no time to flatter me. this is your night.”

abby starts to kiss your jaw as she slinks her arms around your waist. the hot water coming down to you making you even more comfortable in her arms. “abs-“

she smiles and nips at your neck before pulling away, “is this what you want? we can just shower instead-“

you cut her off with a passionate kiss, “please abby. don’t wanna stop.”

she smirks at you and goes back in for a kiss, pining you against the shower wall while you whine into her mouth. she bites your bottom lip and smiles into the kiss when you yelp in surprise. her tongue explores your mouth while her knee slots between your legs.

you take hold of her hair when her thigh makes contact with where you need her most. “please-“

your hips buck, making your clit drag across her skin beautifully. you whine and wrap your arms around her neck as she moves down to suck on your neck. her hands move down to guide your hips against her bare thigh. groaning at the sounds coming from your mouth. abby wishes she could record them and make them her ringtone, mostly to remind everyone around her that she has the most amazing girl in the world.

“abby.. need you so bad.” your breath hitches as she bites a particularly sensitive area next to your ear. she smiles and looks at your face. your eyes shut and your mouth slightly open as you focus on getting yourself off. abby gently forces you to look at her and smiles at you as she stops your movements.

“what do you want baby?”

your face heats up as you pout at her. “abby.. do i have to say it?”

she laughs and nods, “cmon angel, you can do it. it’s your night.”

“i… want your tongue” you whisper. usually that wouldn’t satisfy abby but you needed her so badly!! how could she wait any longer? she lowers herself onto her knees and rubs your hips gently as she kisses the skin of your stomach and thighs. “beautiful girl. my beautiful beautiful girl.”

you cover your face in embarrassment but abby gives you a light smack on the thigh. “eyes on me baby. there’s no need to be embarrassed.”

you open your eyes and nod, just trying to get her to touch you asap!!

abby lets out the prettiest moan when she connect with your cunt, giving your clit kitten licks before sucking on it. you let out a shaky breath and bring your hand to her hair, trying to stabilize yourself. “fuck, abby..”

you feel her fingers sneak up to your cunt while she draws shapes around your clit with her tongue, sometimes flattening it against your pussy just to hear your surprised moan. you have to stop yourself from screaming when her fingers plunge into your pussy.

“fuck baby. calm down.” abby lets out a shaky breath, your cunt is squeezing her fingers so good! she’s so wet :(

you shake your head as you watch her. “abby- ‘m gonna cum..”

she smiles at your slick and meets your eyes. “go ahead baby.”

the knot in your stomach tightens at her words before it breaks. she keeps fucks you through it until you’re finally calmed down. your chest is rising and falling rapidly with your breaths.

abby puts a stop to her movements and smiles at you. she kisses your thigh before giving your cunt one last kiss and rising from her knees. “open your mouth angel.” you do as she says and she sticks her two fingers in, watching as you suck your own cum off them. “such a dirty girl.” she teases you as you whine. you’re getting wet all over again!!

she lets her fingers free with a ‘pop!’ and gives you a kiss before running her hands up and down your sides, stopping at your ass.

“what should we do now? you ready for a movie?”

you shake your head and smile at her, “i’m ready for your strap.”

abby laughs and stops the water in the shower. “that’s my fucking girl.”

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that night was amazing. not only was it the best dick you’ve ever had but it was also a turning point in your relationship!! abby never missed a date night ever again and you started being more open with your emotions and needs, leading to wayyy more ‘i’m sorry you had a bad day’ sex.

#tlou part 2 #tlou fic #tlou smut #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby anderson smut #abby x fem!reader

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do i wanna know? | a.b

pairing: dom!austin x sub!reader

warnings: smut, spanking, fingers in mouth, slapping, manipulation, hair pulling, gagging, possessiveness

w/c: 1.2k

summary: You really didn't wanted to repeat the toxic realitionship you had with your ex boyfriend austin butler but let's be honest, how could you resist him when he's fucking you so good?

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"C'mon pretty girl, just say yes" Austin panted in pure pleasure but also concentration as he thrusted his dick quickly in and out of your clenching pussy while he whispered and moaned into your ear like you've never heard before.

"nuh-hu" you shook your head, disagreeing, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of saying that simple word with three letters.

"Don't act like you weren't a cock hungry whore 10 minutes ago angel, fucking don't" he rasped with his southern accent with an angry frown. You knew that he was a very impatient person but he also knew that you loved teasing him and testing his boundaries.

He quickly grabbed your hair and put them in a ponytail with the purple hair tie around his wrist that he probably had on there since the two of you broke up months ago.

You were a moaning and whining mess when Austin gently kissed your ear and temple before he spoke up again,

"You love when I fill this pussy with my cum don't you pretty girl?" not a single word could escape your mouth right now, you were only able to nod as a answer with a tiny and quiet 'uh-hu'.

"yeah, of course you love it when your ex is filling this cunt up with his cum, that's right, let's fill it up" he nodded along while he spoke these words which were a curse but also music to your ears.

Completely teary-eyed and desperate you cried out when Austin spanked your ass until you were screaming and begging him to stop.

"please s-stop! it h-hurts aus" you whined with tear stained cheeks and an already pretty hoarse voice. Your ex laughed quietly as his hands slowly stroked both of your red ass cheeks that were now decorated with his handprint.

"That's how it should be y/n, your ass marked up with my handprints, that's how it should always be, forever" he whispered before he bend down and gently kissed your shoulder blades. "Forgot how hot you look when your getting fucked angel" he muttered into your ear and you knew that he was wearing a smile on his face right now.

You rolled your eyes into the pillow before you let one last tear escape your eye but you couldn't let any other emotion escape your body expect for a loud moan and a whining plea with fresh tears in your eyes as soon as he started to ram into your wet pussy once again without mercy.

"and now fucking answer me" he demanded harshly with a groan while he pushed your face back into your soft pillow and thrusted his hips forward like he knew exactly how to ruin you. Well he actually does know exactly how to ruin you.

You shook your head into the pillow with a moan, still not wanting to play this toxic realitionship game with him you two had going on months ago for way to long.

Your ex leaned forward again, his forehead touching the back of your head before he cleared his throat and spoke up,

"Your gonna be mine again, if you want it or not"

You clenched your fists, the bedsheets next to your sweaty body being harshly curled up between your fingers as you moaned his name.

"a-austin, please a-aus need t-to cum" you whined with a pouty lip while austin thrusted into you with a fast and steady pace while groans and moans fell from his lips that were so close to your ear.

"oh you wanna cum princess? You think your ex can make you cum?" he asked you angrily while he didn't stop his hip movements, since he played his elvis role, his hip movements are even better than before to be honest.

You nodded with your head, muttering a quick 'yes'.

"No, you don't fucking think it y/n!" he told you harshly as he pushed you by your hair towards him and gave your cheek a quick and harsh slap.

"open."

You couldn't disobey him right now, you were to much of a pussy right now to disobey him, because you would be totally lying if you said that you wouldn't be a bit afraid of him at the moment.

So you nodded real quick before you opened your mouth and looked up at him through your wet eyelashes.

And I'm not even lying when I'm saying that Austin never got so immense hard before in his entire life by just a simple look you gave him.

Austin looked at you for a quick second with a tiny bit of shook in his eyes, almost like he's never seen something so beautiful before.

"God baby, look at you" he whispered with a smile on his lips and stars in his eyes, obviously immensely attracted by your gaze. He bit his lip before he put his middle and ring finger into your mouth and slowly thrusted them deeply into the back of your throat.

You still remained your gaze on him as you gagged around his two fingers, tears slipping from your eyes while austin didn't stop his movements, nor his hip or his fingers.

Austin put his other hand that's wasn't preoccupied on your jaw and hold your head in place so you couldn't look away from his hungry gaze.

"You don't think that your ex can make you cum, you know that your ex can make you cum" he whispered with a fake pout while he nodded with his head and stroked your cheek with his thumb before his other hand left your open mouth. You batted your still wet eyelashes at him before you sniffled and nodded in agreement.

"I know that you can make me-"

"no, no, no baby, say it like that; 'I know that my ex, austin butler can make me, y/n y/l/n, cum' " he demanded quitely with a tiny smile painted on his slick visage. You quickly nodded with your head in your submessive state and answered,

"I know that my ex, austin butler can make me, y/n y/l/n, cum" you told him while you held eye contact with him trough your glassy eyes.

His other hand that wasn't holding your head in place left your face and made its way down to your hips where he gently placed it then.

"and now be a good girl and answer my question" he muttered as he looked down and spread your ass a bit, giving himself a better view of the way he was gliding in and out of your pussy.

Austin leaned slightly forward again until his nose was buried deep into your hair and you swear you could feel him smirking as he asked you the question,

"do you wanna be my girlfriend?" his thumb was softly caressing your hip while his other hand gave your clit a couple of tiny touches, obviously teasing you to death right now.

You let another tear run down your cheek as you realized that your never gonna get rid of him, your never gonna be able to wave him goodbye or close the door right infront of his face again, you knew from that second on that you were meant to be. That you were his.

"Yes." you mumbled quitely with a shaky tone and hoarse throat.

"good girl." he whispered with a nod before he kissed the top of your head and went on with fucking you until you only knew his name.

#austin butler #austin butler smut #austin butler jealous smut #austin butler x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AUs: Below you can find a list of Good Omens fics in which Aziraphale and Crowley are either students or professors at college/university.

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Catch Me When I Fall by Ghostinthehouse (G, 666) Later, at home, they laugh openly about it, and lay bets on how long it will be before this year's undergraduates catch on that they are married. "Your turn to drop a clue next, angel," Crowley drawls from where he sprawls with his feet on Aziraphale's lap.

A New Adventure by Arielavader (T, 1k) Crowley did not expect the new guy in their D&D group to be so… gorgeous.

Emporium by wingeddeanmon (Not Rated, 1k) Aziraphale's friends ditch him at the local goth store. The employee working is friendly, and he soon develops a crush.

Ineffable Professors by spoondrifts (G, 2k) After noticing all the blatant pining, the classes of Mr. Fell and Dr. Crowley join forces to set up their respective teachers.

The Best College Parties are the Ones that You Leave Early by MariMoon812 (T, 3k) For a moment they just started at each other as Crowley’s spinning head tried to comprehend what, exactly, was happening. Was this one of the professors? No, he clearly wasn’t that old, but then why was he dressed like that? Was it a hipster thing? Did the guy also have an antique typewritter that he used to write history papers? What? Why was he just staring at him? Just as Crowley was beginning to short circuit, the boy squinted at him and leaned forward slightly. “Erm…” “Why are you wearing sunglasses?” “Huh?”

But Together We Have it All by HolyCatsAndRabbits, Dannye Chase (T, 3k) College student Aziraphale discovers that it might not be so bad having terrible roommates if he’s got a handsome fellow student offering the use of his couch for the night. Especially if it seems he’s got a crush on Aziraphale. Really especially if it seems he needs rescuing from his own awful roommates. A Good Omens human AU written for the Good Omens Holiday Exchange on Dreamwidth.

Poor Men by smol_bird (G, 3k) What To Do When Two of Your Professors Are Hopelessly in Love With Each Other: an instruction manual by Adam Young (featuring Pepper Moonchild because someone has to be the voice of reason here).

Snakes and Stones (Never Broke My Bones) by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (G, 4k) “How many people don’t believe I exist?” Crowley asks in the doorway. “I’m sure no – ” Aziraphale begins, only to be cut off by Gabriel and a reluctant Newton. “Everyone.” No one wants to say it, but the residents of Dorm A, floor 3, are collectively convinced Aziraphale Fell’s boyfriend does not exist. This is their story.

Seven Minutes In Hell by AppleSeeds (T, 4k) Being trapped in a cupboard with the guy he has such an intense crush on he can hardly speak to him is bad enough, but things get even worse for Crowley when he starts having a panic attack and Aziraphale sweetly comforts and cares for him.

Hanging By a Moment by NaroMoreau (E, 5k) Sometimes the best thing is to leave. Fresh slate and all that. For Crowley, it seems like the only option, having fallen hopelessly in love with his best friend. Who, absolutely, definitely doesn't feel the same. Does he?

Miracles (Or How to Fall in Love) by hope_in_the_dark (T, 6k) “Group project,” the blond guy chirped. “We’re partners.” “Fuck,” Crowley said.

Borrowed Time by NaroMoreau (E, 6k) Meeting a stranger by chance will make Aziraphale face things he hadn't expected.

Comfort and Joy by musegnome (M, 9k) “Extra-large peppermint mocha, triple espresso, double whip!” called the barista. Crowley stepped forward and claimed his giant sugar-drenched monstrosity. The whipped cream ballooned over the rim of the paper cup, and the whole thing shed crumbles of crushed peppermint candy. Aziraphale’s eyes widened at the sight of it. In awe? Horror? Crowley couldn’t tell. He didn’t want to leave, not yet, but as he looked around he didn’t see an open table. Not even so much as a bar stool. “Er – were you planning on staying?” Aziraphale asked, a little shyly. “I’ve got an extra seat.” Written for the Good Omens OTP Prompts Event.

Raspberry Ripple by FeralTuxedo (T, 9k) Every afternoon, a man in a velvet waistcoat sits on the bench by the stone fountain and eats ice cream. Every afternoon, Crowley watches him from his office window. One day, he’ll pluck up the courage to talk to him.

Secrets by AppleSeeds (M, 10k) When their housemates invite friends around, Crowley and Aziraphale get roped into a game called 'Secrets'. Having played the game before and therefore knowing what might happen, Crowley tries to manipulate the outcome to protect Aziraphale, who is feeling pretty uncomfortable about the whole thing. By the end of the night, however, some secrets will inevitably end up being revealed, but not all of them in the way that Crowley expected.

Just Around the Corner by accidentaldemon (M, 11k) "I don't live far, if you, ya know, don't mind sharing a bed." He swallowed thickly. This was definitely not how he had planned his evening to pan out. “I’m Crowley, by the way. Well, Anthony Crowley technically, but I prefer Crowley.” “Aziraphale." - All Crowley wants to do is leave the party and go home to study. But then he meets a cute boy with absolutely angelic curls who's in desperate need of a bed for the night.

The Summoning by AppleSeeds (M, 15k) Aziraphale's horrible university housemates convince him to accompany them to an old, supposedly haunted, abbey on Halloween. He's not worried about ghosts, Aziraphale is pretty sure they don't really exist, but when his housemates send him into the toilets alone to perform a ritual that's intended to summon a demon, Aziraphale can't help but be afraid. Surely it's not that easy though. Surely a demon won't just appear because he asked it to? Will it?

i was in love (with the place in my mind) by weatheredlaw (E, 17k) There are so many things neither of them can change — how they met, the things they did, the words they said. It’s happened, it was probably always going to happen. And what it is, he can’t say, what he feels is almost too great for any one language. Inutterable, unspeakable — Ineffable.

New Approaches by FeralTuxedo (M, 19k) Aziraphale Fell, Professor of Creative Writing at Tadfield University, welcomes the attendees of the First Conference on New Approaches to Genre Fiction. Among them is keynote speaker and best-selling thriller author Anthony J. Crowley. Aziraphale has not seen him for twenty-five years. Sometimes, he can still feel the ghost of their parting kiss on his lips. Or: Exes reunite at academic conference. A Human University Professor/Author AU.

Convergent Evolution by AppleSeeds (T, 22k) Genetics PhD student Crowley meets Aziraphale at a workshop in the second year of his PhD, and they quickly become incredibly close friends. Crowley longs for there to be something more between them, but as the years go by, they seem destined to spend their careers living at opposite ends of the country. That is, until Aziraphale shows up again in Tadfield, back where their friendship began seventeen years ago, with some very exciting news.

Free Trial Boyfriend by MrsCaulfield, angelsnuffbox (T, 37k) Overall, Anthony Crowley considered himself a lucky fellow, with his good looks, good grades and a full ride swimming scholarship. There really wasn't much he can complain about. But his real struggle was that he's completely, maddeningly in love with his best friend - a strong, passionate and oblivious angel who, even after a full year of pining, still can't seem to get the hint, no matter how many times Crowley has tried to flirt with him. - Crowley would never forget the day that the angel first talked to him, for he was certain that was the day that all the clocks around the world began suddenly moving.

search terms by Vagabond (M, 43k) Aziraphale expects it to be a quiet night working in the university library when a flashy red haired, foul mouthed, panicking student needs to find credible sources for his paper and can't figure out how to use the search. Little does Aziraphale know that meeting Crowley will lead him on a path to self-discovery, and give him the family he didn't realize he needed. From a prompt on tumblr: College AU - You’re REALLY GOOD at using the right search terms for the academic databases and I’m on a deadline.

Joint Honours by FeralTuxedo (E, 43k) PhD student Aziraphale is busy enough with his studies at Tadfield University. But at the start of a new semester, his measured routine gets shaken up by the sudden responsibility of teaching, the arrival of an irresistible new house mate, and a mysteriously flirtatious sausage roll.

Angel in the Window by themaybedoctor (E, 66k) Aziraphale has the best job a young bookworm could ever hope for—he works the evening shift at an independent bookshop, just a stone's throw away from Tadfield College, where he's only a few months away from getting his degree. He likes the location in Tadfield's cosy downtown, the friendly regulars, and his coworker, Newt. But most of all, he likes having the key to the biggest treasure trove of books he's ever seen. Aziraphale knows that he's not going to make friends sitting in the dark shop at night, alone with a book and some chocolate, but that's all right. He's not lonely while he has a book, which means he's hardly lonely at all. Really. Crowley works at a record shop, and he's got the biggest crush on the cutie working at the bookshop next door. Whose name he doesn't even know, because he's too awkward to ask. At least nobody's noticed. If his co-worker Anathema found out, he'd never hear the end of it. A story about bravery, misunderstandings, acceptance, and love.

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

[You can find more fic rec masterposts here.]

#reblogs so appreciated 💜 so other ppl can find these lovely works too!!#tbh this is basically just a huge appreciation post for appleseeds and feraltuxedo ngl #living for ALL of their human aus!! and they fed us so well with all of these amazing uni/colleage aus tbh #good omens #good omens fic #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic rec #aziracrow #aziracrow fic #crowley x aziraphale #good omens human au #college au #uni au #ineffable husbands #go fic masterpost #foolish recs #foolishlovers

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firehosebvck · 3 months

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I know. Guys, believe me, I know. Alright, now that we are ignoring my unintentional months-long hiatus, I come bringing a gift.

(I thought about also writing this scenario for another fandom that I’ve recently fixated on again. Say, the one with the two brothers and the gay angel. Let me know if you would want to see that.)

May also end up rewriting this one. Not sure if I like how it turned out.

So, here’s the scenario:

tw: creepy men in convenience stores

You and Aaron met years ago when you’d been finishing up law school and he’d still been a federal prosecutor. Somehow, the two of you strike up a conversation, and you offhandedly mention to him that you’re looking for work now that you’ve gotten your degree. He pauses for a moment, purses his lips, then says that he has a friend—a fellow prosecutor, you later find out—in search of a legal aide. He tells you that if you wanted him to, he could talk to his friend about setting up an interview. This takes you by surprise. A man that doesn’t even know you, a man that’s only talked to you for about five minutes, is offering to help you get a job. Aaron laughs when you tell him as much, and he tells you that over the years, he’s learned to trust his instincts, and his instincts are telling him that you’re worth the risk. He then hands you a card with his phone number on it and says to call him to set up the interview.

(No one but you has to know about the tiny zaps of electricity that shoot up your arm when you take the card from him. Nor do they have to know about the disappointment that simmers in your gut when you notice the gold band resting at the base of his left ring finger.)

For the first year or so, your friendship with Aaron was... difficult to navigate. Not because of anything he said or did but because of what he was. Aaron being a married man really limited what you felt comfortable doing within the boundaries of your budding friendship. You couldn’t text him as often as you’d like to because of the fight it could cause between Aaron and Haley. It’s for that same reason that you don’t feel comfortable inviting him to meet you for coffee or to grab a bite to eat after work. You know that you aren’t doing anything wrong, that your intentions with Aaron are pure, but you also respect his relationship enough to make certain that you don’t give Haley a reason to suspect otherwise. So, that means settling for sending him a text every now and then to check up on his family—not just him—and see how they were doing.

Less than two years into your friendship with Aaron, he tells you that he and Haley are getting a divorce.

(The giddy, child-like grin that spreads across your face when you hear the news makes you feel like shitty person. But you can’t help it.)

Aaron’s divorce serves as a blessing in disguise. Not just for you but for him, too. It gives the two of you a fresh start, a chance to properly develop your friendship without the fear of stirring up trouble for Aaron at home. You two texting maybe a couple of times a month quickly turns into you two texting nearly every day, even if you don’t really have anything to tell him about. Throughout the day, the two of you would send each other things that remind you of the other, random musings you’d have, just anything that would keep the conversation going. The most liberating thing about Aaron becoming a single man again was that you had the freedom to ask him if he wanted to grab coffee on the way into the office, even if he and the team wanted to grab drinks after a case, or if he and Jack wanted to come to the park near your apartment for a picnic.

Fast forward to the present, almost four years later.

It’s just after midnight on a random Saturday night, and Aaron’s just about to head to bed when he feels his phone buzz in the pocket of his sweats.

He mutters something along the lines of if this is another fucking case before he picks up his cell, puts it to his ear, and answers with a soft, sleepy, “Hotchner.”

“Hey, love. I know it’s late, but I was hoping we could meet up.” There’s something in your voice that feels off to Aaron, but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

His mind screeches to a halt when he processes what you say to him. Hey, love, you’d greeted him, the words coming out of your mouth like it was every-day thing. Like it was something you called him all the time.

That’s the first red flag.

“Y/N?” He asks. “Is everything alright? Are you alright?”

“No,” you laugh, a cute, breathy sound that wouldn’t be out of place to anyone else, to anyone that doesn’t know you the way Aaron does. That laugh sets off the alarm bells in the older man’s head. “No, I promise it’s nothing major. I just thought we could grab a snack.” You pause then say, “Oh, there’s a sale on those gummy bears you like at the convenience store on Fifth and Kennedy. Want me to get you some?”

Aaron doesn’t like gummy bears. You know that he doesn’t like gummy bears. Why would you—?

Aaron's body starts buzzing with adrenaline, like he got a shot of espresso straight to the head. The convenience store on Fifth and Kennedy. Aaron knows where that is; it’s only a couple of blocks from your apartment.

“Are you in danger?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you tell him. “I’ll just put it with my stuff. Don’t worry about it, love.”

“Do you need me to come to you?”

“Yes, baby, I’m sure. It’s not a problem at all. Oh, your sister mentioned something to me about coming to see her this weekend. She lives in New York now, right? How long do you think the drive will be?”

Aaron glances down at his watch. “I’m ten minutes from you. Stay out of sight until then, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you agree. “It shouldn’t be too bad then, especially if we leave early enough. Hopefully, we won’t get caught up in the usual weekend traffic.” You huff out something between a laugh and a tired sigh. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. I love you.” Then, the call ends. Biting out a curse, Aaron slips on his running shoes, grabs his zip-up and his keys, and rushes out the door.

Under normal circumstances, it takes Aaron roughly ten minutes to get to your apartment. That night, it takes him a little under five. He zips through the late-night Virginia traffic at speeds he’s surprised he didn’t get pulled over for. He haphazardly parks the SUV before making his way to the store.

He doesn’t even have to go into the store to find you. You’re standing just outside the double doors when he gets there, your figure illuminated by the harsh LED lights overhead.

“Y/N,” he calls to you, his steps hurrying into a jog. “Y/N, are you alright?”

You lift your head up to meet his gaze, and he watches you blink at him, as if you’re surprised that he came. “You came,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You needed me,” he says. And that’s all that matters. “You’re okay now?”

You nod. “The guy ran as soon as the kid behind the counter threatened to call the cops. He didn’t do anything, but I just... something about him weirded me out.”

“Trust your instincts,” he tells you, like the night you’d first met. “They’re usually right.”

“The night we met, you said that your instincts were telling you that I was worth the risk. Were they right?”

With as much confidence as he has in you, which is a lot, he says, “They were. You’re worth the risk.”

tagging: @greg-montgomery @ssamorganhotchner @ssahotchnerr @ssaaaronmontgomery @canuck-eh @wifeyreid @criminalskies @luvehotch @strawbeerossi @hotchs-big-hands @hotchs-babygirl @hotchnerobsessed @honeypiehotchner @hotchnerbau @hotchsdoormat @hotchsdharma @mrs-ssa-hotch @hotchandspencearedilfs

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loveandmurders · 9 months

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Finally found you (part II)

Hello everyone, I'm so happy you seemed to have enjoyed the first part of this soulmate AU with Bo Sinclair x female reader x Vincent Sinclair. You can find the first part here.

Hope you'll enjoy the second part! <3

For the moment, a third part isn't planned, but please let me know if you want more!

Warnings: a few strong words, the boys arguing and lying to you about Ambrose.

You slowly opened your eyes. You were feeling a lot better, just thirsty and a little bit hungry. But you were alright. Your head even stopped hurting. You wondered how long you had been out though. And more importantly, where were you?

When you fully went back to reality, you realised that two men seemed to argue in front of you. Well at least, one of them was angrily talking to the other one. After a few seconds your eyes were able to focus enough for you to make out that the man who wasn’t talking was actually answering back with sign language. His gestures were quick and aggressive, so you guessed he wasn’t happy either.

You softly groaned as you tried to sit up and both the men stopped arguing to help you out, making sure you weren’t going to fall.

“Ya good?” Bo asked you and you nodded. You recognised his presence from earlier and you guessed he was the one who carried you inside this house.

“Can I have water please?” you whispered and he was quick to go grab you a glass from the kitchen.

You turned your attention toward the other man. He was wearing a mask, and he seemed to be trying to hide it with his hair, a little bit self conscious. At the same time, he was staring at you with great intensity. But strangely enough, it wasn’t scaring you or bothering you. You even found it weirdly attractive. Probably because you could read strong desire for you in the way he gazed at you. You were quite curious about what was going on. You even wanted to ask why they were arguing, but you stopped yourself from doing so. You didn’t know them and you were grateful they took care of you when you fainted.

You thanked Bo when he gave you the glass of fresh water and you happily hummed as you sipped it, before leaning back against the couch. The drink helped you fully focus back as both the men never stopped looking at you.

“Thank you for having brought me here” you finally said because you didn’t really know how to handle such a heavy and tense silence otherwise “I think I collapsed… Is it Ambrose?” you asked, trying to recall what happened before you lost consciousness.

The masked man nodded.

“Yeah. Saw ya fallin’ on the ground like an angel reachin’ Earth” the other one said and it sounded a lot like flirting. The masked one seemed to roll his eye and then he crossed his arms on his chest. You nervously chuckled.

“Ain’t an angel unfortunately, or I wouldn’t have gotten lost” you replied

“Ya ain’t lost” the man shook his head with a little smile but you didn’t understand.

“Well I was supposed to go to Mexico, so it does look like I’m lost to me” you replied with a little frown even though you kept politely smiling at the man.

There was something about them… you could feel how dark and dangerous they were. It was as if you could read their minds and their desires. But you weren’t afraid, as if you knew that their rage and violence couldn't be used against you. You still thought you should be nice to them, just in case.

The twins exchanged a look before showing you their soulmate marks on their arms. You leaned forward to have a better look at them. At first, you didn’t understand, because they weren’t the same as yours. But then your grandmother’s words resonated inside your mind and you started to imagine the two marks overlapped.

Fuck, it would look exactly like yours.

And fuck, she was right: you seemed to have two soulmates.

“Oh” was all you could say, completely taken aback. You hadn’t imagined you would find your soulmates in the middle of nowhere, or like that. You had also hoped for a more romantic meeting than you fainting in front of them. You probably weren’t looking your best either. Not like the man in suit in front of you, or the one wearing a mask. You hoped they were thinking you were as hot as you thought they were.

Before your silence could worry them you added: “You should thank my bad luck, you know. That’s how I ended here” you hummed “oh shit, my car” you groaned as you suddenly recalled why you had to walk under the burning sun of this part of the country.

“Your car?” Bo asked

“Yeah, it’s in the middle of the road, the engine decided to go have a nap on me” you rolled your eyes

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry ‘bout anythin’, love” he reassuringly said. He took his phone out of his pocket to send a message to Lester about the car, so his kid brother wouldn’t worry about it either.

Another moment of silence passed between the three of you. It seemed that the boys didn’t really know how to handle the situation either. It was as if they didn’t believe you would ever appear in their existences, and they were wondering if you were really theirs. Something else was obviously bothering them, but you couldn’t guess what it was for the moment.

“So we’re all soulmates” you nibbled on your bottom lips, trying to hide a little smile. You were happy to have found them in all honesty.

“Well at least you’re ours” Bo nodded as his eyes went back to you. He put his phone back in his pocket as well.

“What?” you frowned, not certain what he meant by that.

“I’m Bo Sinclair and this’ my twin Vincent.” Bo introduced the two of you and your eyes widened

“Oh shit” you let out “That’s why you were arguing when I woke up?” you asked and the men exchanged another look before Vincent nodded at you once again.

“I’m Y/N L/N by the way” you told them “And I’m sure we’ll find a way, right? I mean your twins, it must be usual for you to… hmm… share? I was really really impatient to meet you, guys, so if you could do that without killing each other I’d be very grateful too” you told them with big doe eyes.

They quickly knew they couldn’t deny you anything so they simply nodded. In a way, it made a lot of sense that they were sharing the same soulmate. They used to sort of share the same body when they were in their mother’s womb, and they both thought more than once that they even shared the same soul. It seemed they were right about it.

“Do you usually get along?” you asked and they both nodded but without great enthusiasm, which worried you a little. You nervously nibbled on your lips once again. “That’s not a very comforting answer,” you admitted.

“Sorry, love. It’s just… Yeah, we do get along. We live in the same house after all” Bo replied as he gestured around him. “But we never thought about sharing the same soulmate. And we can both be…” Bo trailed off as he was looking for the right word. Vincent signed a word and Bo sent an impressed look to his twin. He didn’t want to say something like that in front of you.

“What did Vincent say?” you asked, annoyed that you couldn’t understand sign language. Vincent softly shivered at the sound of his name coming from your mouth. It was the most delicious thing he ever heard.

“He said… possessive” Bo finally answered because it felt too difficult to lie to you. You felt yourself blushing and you had to look away.

“It’s… fine. We’ll find a way.” you reassuringly smiled. “I was supposed to go to Mexico for the holidays… But I can call my hotel and cancel it, if you want. I could stay my week off here. But after that, I’ll have to go back to work. And you are quite away from me. I saw you have phones though?” you softly babbled.

The twins exchanged a look. They really didn’t plan on letting you go that easily and you could still feel something dark around the three of you.

“Answer, please. I’m not a telepath” you called them out and they quickly looked back at you.

“Sorry, love. Of course we’d love to have ya here for a little while… Forever actually” Bo smoothly replied and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. The boys instantly melted for that sound.

“Well forever sounds nice but it won’t happen right away. Are there any jobs around here?” you asked “I mean, I don’t mind moving in Ambrose, but there is no way I’m playing the housewife for you two guys, and I really mean it.” You told them and they both raised their hands in defence in front of them.

“Never asked for this, love.”

“We’re in Texas, you never know.” You gently teased which made them smile. They enjoyed your playful demeanour.

They couldn’t deny that your determination and the way you knew what you wanted was very attractive to the two men. They knew you were going to challenge them and they really needed that.

But they were worried about how you were going to react when you would learn what they were doing in Ambrose. They could always try to hide the truth from you during one small week, but they wouldn’t be able to do that forever. In addition, you would quickly realise you were living in a ghost town. They were going to agree with Lester on what to tell you so it would satisfy your curiosity without making you realise your soulmates were sadistic killers. Unlike them, you sounded like such a good and bright person. You didn’t seem surrounded by darkness.

They didn’t want you to be afraid of them.

You could tell something was wrong.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, and you worried that they weren’t liking you that much or that they were disappointed in you already.

“O’course, love. We just never thought we’d find ya” Bo replied and you tried to smile

“If you weren’t hiding somewhere even maps don’t know about, it would’ve been easier though.” You hummed and you saw the twins exchanging a look so you understood you touched something there. “What are you doing here, anyways? And you didn’t answer me about jobs” you added. You looked at the window and you realised how quiet it seemed outside. “What’s going on here?” You insisted.

“Nothin’ ya have to worry ‘bout, love. We’re your soulmates, remember, ya can trust us.” He smiled at you and you shivered.

Those boys were up to no good but you already loved them.

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locallygrowndaikon · 4 months

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Post therapy holiday short story about my ocs that i totally didnt just run through grammarly once and called it a day under cut!

“Woah,” Lark breathed out as he squints at the light reflecting off of the fields of white, “I’ve never seen it snow here in prairie before.”

The once-green fields were now covered in snowfall. The sun still shines down as it hangs in the clear sky but instead of warmth, the air still felt cold. Kari sifts their hand through the snow. It was still powdery, still fresh.

“That’s so cool!” Ness squeals in awe before running past Lark and throwing herself into the ground. Kari follows Eira as she walks up to Ness who’s rolled onto her back and started making snow angels.

A disgruntled voice comes from behind. “It’s too cold here now. The grass was better. And why are you wearing a sunhat in the cold? That’s weird,” Beefy releases a string of complaints as he stops next to Lark, looking down at Ness.

“It’s for the aesthetic! Not that you would know anything about that,” She throws back as she sits up while grabbing her hat defensively. The metaphorical camera pans to Beefy’s god-awful outfit consisting of too many expensive cosmetics thrown together. He just scoffs at Ness’ glare.

Ness stands up and brushes snow off of her pants. Beefy has his arms crossed as Ness approaches him. She lifts one of the capes Beefy has stacked up on him before she pulls out a white camera.

“Wha- Hey!” Beefy sputters as Ness examines the camera.

“I’ll be borrowing this, thanks,” Ness deadpans before taking off and flying away.

“DO YOU HOW MUCH THATS WORTH GET BACK HERE,” Beefy yells as he chases after Ness, leaving Lark, Eira, and Kari standing there in silence.

Lark takes a few steps forward and looks back with a smile that one would put up when dealing with young rowdy moths. “Sorry guys, I’m going to go make sure those two don’t get lost. I’ll be right back,” Lark says then runs off after Beefy, leaving just Eira and Kari standing in silence.

Kari kicks at the snow. “Lark knows some weird people, huh.”

Eira lets a small laugh at the comment. “Beefy scares me sometimes,” she replies. Kari silently agrees in their mind. They did not sign up for meeting Beefy when Lark had become their friend.

“I think the snow is pretty,” Eira changes the subject. Kari looks over at her.

“Really?”

“It reminds me of Valley of Triumph. I like the snow,” She says. Kari looks away. She did say that a long time ago when they were younger, didn’t she?

Kari kneels down in the snow without a word. Eira looks over Kari’s shoulder as they start scooping up snow in their hands and pressing it together into a small pile.

“Can I borrow your hair clip?” Kari asks, holding out their hand, waiting for Eira to agree, which Eira does. She puts the clip in their hand without much of a reaction. Kari flips the clip over in their hands. They had fiddled with this clip in their hands the first time they found it too. It really has been a while since then. Eira must’ve held it with so much guilt during the time they separated too.

Kari glances at Eira for a second to check her expression. It’s blank. She’s still looking at Kari, confused. Kari goes back to pressing snow together with the clip in their hand. They hope Eira doesn’t see their expression falter at the sour thoughts and picks up two small stones and sticks them in the crooked lump of snow they’ve made before sticking the harmony clip on too.

“It’s you,” Kari takes on a mischievous smile as they present the little wonky pile of snow that barely resembles a snowman. The only it has similarity to Eira that it has is the harmony clip that sits on the side of it. Eira covers her mouth as she chuckles and kneels next to it.

Kari watches as Eira makes her own little pile of snow, her pile becoming more of a flat pile than the one Kari made.

“Can I borrow the leaves on your antlers?” Eira asks, similar to how Kari asked earlier with her hand pointing at Kari’s withered antlers. Kari lowers their head and lets Eira pluck two leaves. She sticks the leaves on her little snow pile.

“It looks like bunny ears,” Kari notes. Eira smiles.

“It’s supposed to be you,” She says as she adds a bit more snow to the base of her Kari snowman, which also barely resembles Kari. The two take a seat back to admire their little snowman copies of each other. Kari wants to laugh at how bad the snow lumps look.

It’s quiet as the two sit there with their snow versions. Eira is the first to break the silence. “It’s nice, spending time with you again,” she says with her eyes on the snow. “I missed it.”

Kari’s expression falls. “I’m sorry.”

Eira looks up in shock at the sudden change in Kari’s tone. “I- No, it’s-“ she stutters, still taken aback from the sudden apology, “No, I didn’t mean that… that I’m talking about how we hurt each other, I just- I just think the moment we’re having right now is nice. I’m just glad we’re here together right now.”

“Oh,” Kari answers, still focusing on the snow rather than Eira.

Eira pulls her knees to her chest. “I’m glad we’re here now,” she repeats.

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad you’re still here with me after everything.”

Kari hums in response. Eira scoots closer to them.

“You’re still hung up in the past,” Eira states.

Kari grimaces. Eira didn’t sugarcoat it or talk around it. “It’s hard not to be. It’s hard not to think about it when I’m with you. Hatred is what most of my memories of you are. It doesn’t feel like long since we’ve become… friends again.”

Eira doesn’t say anything immediately. She sticks out her hand and pokes the snowman Kari made.

“I feel scared when I look at you sometimes too,” she returns. “I’m not used to this yet.” Kari keeps their face flat as they listen.

Eira continues to talk. “I hope it will change one day, so let’s keep making new memories together.”

Kari tries to wear a smile, hoping Eira doesn’t see through it. “Let’s keep making the good memories.”

Eira gives a similar smile back. Kari pokes at the snowmen too.

“Our snowmen copies of each other are kind of ugly,” Kari comments. Eira gives a real huff of laughter at this.

“I guess so,” Eira says fondly with a smile that doesn’t look as strained as before. Kari finds that their own smile is a bit easier to wear too.

Footsteps crunching in the snow sound behind them. Lark leans over the two sitting skykids. “I’m back, what are you guys do-“

Lark is promptly interrupted by Beefy being shoved into him and Ness pushing Beefy off to the side. Beefy regains footing and buts back in but Ness continues to try and push him.

“Are you making snowmen-“ Ness starts.

“-without us??” Beefy cuts in, pushing Ness back away. Ness screams for Lark to do something about the hooligan on the loose as Lark proceeds to ignore the chaos.

Lark sits down next to Eira. “Oh, these little guys look like you two!” He points out.

“Barely,” Kari smiles. Lark laughs in response. He starts lumping together snow and makes a small snowman with two coherent bolls of snow stacked on top of each other.

“That can be me then,” Lark proclaims as he dusts his hands free from snow. Kari squints at Lark’s snowman. It looks good for a snowman, but in terms of resembling Lark himself, Kari gives it 0 points. At least theirs and Eira’s sort of have their defining features. Lark catches on Kari’s judging stare. “It looks close enough to me,” he shrugs. Kari continues to disagree silently.

Ness finally pushes Beefy over and bends over Lark. “Oh, let me add myself in too! I'm joining the snowman gang,” she declared as Beefy held his knee while he limped over, cursing something about how Ness should stop aiming for the knees.

“What? Snowman gang?” Beefy asks as he finally catches up, “I bet my snowman’s gonna look the best.”

“There’s no way,” Ness states with a dead stare into Beefy. Lark definitely let out a sigh somewhere in the background. Kari personally finds the whole situation entertaining to watch as Beefy tries to make the largest pile of snow before sticking his party hat and sunglasses into the pile and calling it a day. Ness just makes a little snow bunny as she stares at Beefy’s “snowman” in disbelief.

Kari scoots closer to Eira as Beefy tries to preach about why his snowman is the best while Ness has never looked more distressed and Lark just acts as if this were another day. The Eira snow lump and the Kari snow pile were now surrounded by other friends' snowmen. Kari smiles without even realizing it.

Their snowmen look a lot less lonely now.

#sky cotl #sky children of the light #sky cotl oc #daikon’s sky ocs #writing #its like 2am rn help #i speed wrote this #do you know how hard it was not to spew about beefy every two sentences

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