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loaksky · 1 year

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hello! would you consider writing modern avatar stuff? if ur cool w that can i request modern human neteyam relationship headcanons?

wait hold the phone yes i would actually ! wanted to hold off on posting this to include headcanons about what modern!neteyam would be like in a relationship, but i’m so eager to come back ! instead here’s some background about him & reader leading up to the relationship (part 2 pending if you guys want it) ! headcanons under the cut & for all intents + purposes, i picture college-neteyam ! additionally, in my brain, it’s canon that teyam as a human would be poc, hence the reference pictures i included below ! <3

so i definitely see neteyam having a very soft aesthetic, he’s such a sweetheart tbh

fs think that the two of you would have a meetcute in university & then end up being college sweethearts

his major is something specific like environmental engineering or child psychology ? he’s definitely really smart and excels in all of his classes !

which brings me to how the two of you would meet ? perhaps he’s taking an elective course in pottery and your major is in art with a concentration in three dimensional composition

the class is considered a lab, so the professor emails out the syllabus and students come and go as they please during class hours to work on their compositions.

halfway thru the sem, you and teyam stumble upon each other in the storage room between two classrooms, fetching different pieces that need to be glazed + fired.

“sorry, you can—”

“nah, you first—”

you laugh and neteyam’s smiling because WOW you’re really cute + had he known that someone as lovely as you was in the same section as him, he’d probably hang around the classroom more.

from that moment on, neteyam’s always lingering during the class’ meeting time, even if he’s already finished with his projects for the week because he wants to get to know you SO bad, but he’s way too shy.

(probably still canon that he’s phenomenal at literally everything, but i think it’d be so cute if he had 0 legitimate rizz bc he’s so used to kinda just bein’ him and pulling bc he’s a jack of all trades type of guy)

“what are you making?” you ask him one day and he snatches his airpod out of his ear so quickly even though he’s not listening to anything.

“ashtray” he answers quietly, a lil self-conscious because he’s come to find out that you’re absolutely amazing at sculpting and while you do this for your future, he does it is as a pastime / elective to graduate. “but like i don’t smoke or anything yknow, i just thought that i’d be a good thing to–”

you’re staring at him with the corner of your mouth quirked and he shuts up quickly, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he slumps on his stool.

“you should score using a crosshatch,” you tell him simply. “makes the pieces stick together better.”

he looks down at where he’d been scratching the damp clay laterally and your hands hover over his, head tilting to the side.

“can i?”

oh yeah, yeah! sure,” he splutters, leaning back a little to watch you work your magic.

can’t help but watch the way your fingers work over the clay, knuckles smudged with glaze and dust coating the silver of your rings.

he watches your hands, but soon he’s watching your face because you’re concentrated so hard on making sure you’re using your best technique for the little ashtray.

lo and behold, the pieces stick together so perfectly and smoothly, ready to be fired in the kiln, and neteyam’s grateful.

“thanks,” he sighs almost dreamily.

“yeah, of course. glad to help,” you tell him.

when you return to your own project, you slam back the rest of your melting drink and neteyam’s eyes are squinting the get a read on what it is you order.

you’re pleasantly surprised when you turn up to pottery the next session to work on a new project, and neteyam’s there with two coffees, one next to his wheel, another near yours.

“what’s this?” you hum, tying your apron with a messy bow.

“a thank you,” he says shyly. “for helping me last time.”

your eyes widen when you see your favorite; a chai with almondmilk, vanilla, and a shot of espresso.

“how’d you…”

“it’s what you were drinking…” he responds. “last week. i think.

“oh…” you trail off, cheeks hot because he noticed ???

“you don’t have to—”

“NO!” you yelp, a tad loud. some of the other students working on a few last minute projects peer at the two of you and teyam’s grinning like an idiot when he sees the way you tuck your hair behind your ear and reach for the drink. “this is good! it’s great. thank you so much. i actually missed my run this morning.”

“yeah, of course,” he sighs, rolling his lips together as the two of you kinda get off to a clunky start.

the silence between the two of you is a lil awkward, but you decide to break the ice since teyam’s technically played his hand and the ball’s in your court.

“are you an art major ?” you ask.

“uh, nah,” he'd say, rubbing his sweaty palms on the thighs of his baggy jeans because HE SHOWED UP TO CLASS 15 MINUTES EARLY and the agony of not knowing if you’d show up made him so nervous. “environmental engineering.”

your eyebrows raise ever so slightly, lips forming an ‘o’ bc wow that must mean he’s super smart.

“wow, that’s insane,” you say quietly. “what made you take pottery ?”

“only elective that didn’t make me wanna claw my eyes out,” he laughs nervously. “what about you ? what’s your major ?”

you seem to mull over your thoughts for a moment, obviously a little hesitant to answer.

“3d art...nothing special...” you trail off.

neteyam begins working with the slab of clay waiting for him in the center of the wheel, cheeks going hot because the words leave him before he can stop them.

“no, no. i think that’s really cool. art is a really challenging passion to have & i admire people willing to dive in full stop.”

the comment makes you smile, fingers pliant over the wet clay.

neteyam wants to DIE because he can’t read whether or not your smile is genuine or if you’re grimacing because he’s the biggest idiot ever.

he supposes it’s the former when you two are parting ways, signing the attendance log and you decide to bite the bullet and write your instagram handle on the bottom corner of the page and tear it off to hand to him.

he’s barely able to get a ‘thank you’ out before you’re racing out the door with your gifted coffee in hand.

you’re so giddy when you run out of the building and your phone pings in the front pocket of your satchel and you see that teyam.sully has followed you.

after that day, you two become really friendly !

neteyam frequently dms you about class, but eventually, he starts sending you vids and memes, saying that they made him think of you.

it becomes so obvious to both of your friend groups that you’re crushing on each other, but both of you are too painfully shy to say anything despite every green flag.

soon, looking forward to seeing each other during class turns into neteyam subtly asking you to hang out.

you make a comment about one of his hoodies and he mentions that he thrifted it.

“wait really??” you’re pausing your work to look at him. “i love thrifting!”

he smiles wide, word vomiting before he can stop himself.

“yeah? i know a couple of good places if you’re down.”

you say yes, DUH !

looking back at it, maybe that’s your first date because he picks you up from your dorm & bc you guys live in a fairly walkable city, you commute to the thrift and you’re SO giddy because the backs of your hands keep brushing every time some impatient pedestrian pushes by you guys on the narrow sidewalks.

you guys end up spending HOURS and teyam’s internally screaming because you find a shirt that has a peeling heart with the phrase ‘if lost return to wife’ and he happens upon the match to it a couple aisles down that says ‘i'm the wife’.

when you’re not looking, teyam buys the shirts and stuffs them in his canvas bag.

DUDE IS WHIPPED.

he wants you SO bad.

after the thrift, you guys get pizza, and after that, ice cream, and JESUS he doesn’t want the day to end because being with you is so easy.

over the course of the rest of the semester, the two of you make it a routine to hang out at least once a week and you’re always looking forward to it.

dates excursions include; trips to the museum to see recent exhibits, weekly pizza parlor dinners, study sessions at the 24 hr cafe a block from the school (in which he always walks you home after), park days where he reads books on environmental sustainability and you secretly draw portraits of him.

in these times, he learns that you want to become an art teacher, your favorite cereal is froot loops with the marshmallows, your all time show is amazing world of gumball.

almost cries laughing when he finds out that you have a secret pet turtle you hide in your dorm named franklin.

acknowledges that he’s falling, but falls even harder when the florist who owns the flower shop you two always pass hands you the prettiest little bundle of flowers and you spend the entire trek to the park, handing out individual stems to couples, children, and the elderly, telling them to have a beautiful day.

it all comes to a head near the end of the semester when he realizes that he can’t keep dancing around his feelings for you and the feelings he’s almost certain you have for him.

tells you to clear your schedule for the upcoming friday night and dresses a little nicer than usual when he picks you up.

brings you two to the planetarium in the city and, instead of watching the exhibit, he spends the entire time watching how you light up.

he knows in his gut that you could be it for him.

he’s loved getting to know you and spending so much time with you.

he’s so immersed in this feeling throughout the entire night.

probably wipes his sweaty palms over the thighs of his pants before shakily taking your hand as the diagram of the constellations shift.

can’t help but smile when your fingers squeeze his and you seem to shift closer to him as the narrator starts the presentation.

and he’s especially quiet after the exhibit, fingers still twined with yours as the two of you walk down the bustling sidewalks of the city center.

two of you probably stop by a dessert cafe and sit outside on a bench in the spring air, enjoying the buskers as you share a little cake.

you’re talking about home and how you’re excited to see your family again and he can’t help but imagine bringing you home to meet all his siblings and his parents because he knows that they’d absolutely love you and—

you’ve paused your speaking, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth and he’s SHORT CIRCUITING.

“shit, that was weird i’m so—”

his palm cups your jaw, thumb on your cheek, pad of his pinky and ring finger soft against your neck.

“can i?” he whispers.

TRIANGLE METHOD !!

he glances at one eye, gaze dropping to your lips before glancing at the other.

you already know what he’s referring to, could feel the romantic tension between the two of you since the beginning, but only become sure of it in the recent weeks.

”can you what?” you swallow.

he breathes a short laugh because the knowing smile that quirks your lips is a dead give away.

“can i kiss you?” he asks softly, absently setting your abandoned dessert somewhere behind him on the bench.

“yeah,” you’d nod, leaning into him. “please.”

before the two of you go your separate ways for summer holiday, he shows you the shirts he bought at the thrift store the first time around, but insists on keeping the shirt that says ‘i'm the wife’.

#avatar nuggets ˘³˘#neteyam x reader #neteyam headcanons #neteyam fluff #neteyam #neteyam sully #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar the movie

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stuffieplaydateinc · 3 months

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"Biting Habits"

🍬 | had a tie on the vote ,, so my friend voted CG!Marshall to cut the tie. + title change! + flag theme colors belong to the Vampire CG flag from @/zack-agere

🍇 | gender neu pronouns used, petnames from Marshall (bats/baby bat(s)), physical touch like lap sitting, hugging and cheek/chin touch, reader doesn't talk (verbal status up to reader)

Promt/Cws: slight confrontation(?) | Marshall has a stern talking with his little about them biting people and gives them things to bite instead

Word count | 712 words

Your hand was held by Marshall's bigger and much colder hand. The kinda cold that'll make you shiver yet not be cold. That was the type of cold that was comforting and harmless I'd think. You two made it down the hallway of his home. the way his silence pierced the silent air gave you an idea that he probably wasn't pleased. Not angry, not disappointed, nothing negative per say. Just an unreadable emotion you knew wasn't negative. You finally arrive to his messy room. Clothes were scattered on the floor, cds and record players hanged on the walls, and his guitar left on his bed. The only thing looking somewhat decent in his room was his made bed. But you didn't complain. You visited this room many times of the week afterall. It was radio silent before Marshall broke the silence with a soft sigh. You felt him let go of your hand before you were picked up. His two hands slipped underneath your armpits as he lifted you up without struggle nor hesitation with his movement. He sat you down on the edge of the bed before he sat next to you. Silence filled the air as if he was expecting you to talk first, but when you didn't he let out another sigh; He lifted his legs up before he sat in a criss cross like position. "(Y/n,).." he began, not meeting your gaze just yet. "I heard what happened at the kingdom today. Gumball said you bit him.. is that true?" He finally met your gaze. His gaze wasn't intimidating but soft and gentle. "..." another wave of silence hit the air. Marshall than began to talk again as his gaze switched to his nails instead. "I left you to be babysat by gumball while I ran errands. I know, you weren't happy about me leaving you without telling you a few days ahead of time, that was my fault. But I had a business to take care of. A job little bats like yourself shouldn't get involved in." he playfully squished your cheek as he said this. In response you let out a squeal mixed with a somewhat giggle from your throat. He chuckled lightly before pulling his hand back. He sighed again before getting a bit serious once more. "But you bit gumball when he tried to put you down for a nap. Baby bats you know better, you can't go around biting people like that.." his face softened, before he continued after a moment pause. "I know, this is coming from me, a vampire who also 'bites people' but remember how I told you, that you can tell me about your feelings?" He tilted his head slightly once you gave a small nod. "Yknow you still can tell me how you're feeling. Gumball is also here to help if you need to talk. He isn't a stranger, bats. He's your babysitter and.. kinda like a second caregiver if you think about it.." he gave it a thought before shrugging. "Still, you shouldn't bite people.." he touched your cheek reasuringly. You knew he was just looking after you. there was no hint of judgement behind those eyes. Marshall turned away before grabbing something from his backpack once he unzipped it. "I knew an incident was going to happen again, so i uh.. got you a few things that I hope might help." He pulled out a few options. A stuffed animal ram with fake stitched on bandaids. It's sol purpose being to help relax your jaw and to chew on it. As well as a chewy, necklace and bracelet and a stress ball. You slowly picked up the stuffie and the necklace. Which Marshall happily helped you get it on, as well as the bracelet. Once you were settled you began to calm down the stressful feelings as you squeezed the stuffie to your chest. Marshall smile as he helped you back into his lap. Giving you a gentle kiss on the head as a sign of comfort before his arms caged around your body in a hug like way.

"Let's see If this ends up working out. If it doesn't, I'll bring you to the store to get one to your liking, yeah?" He smiled.

End!

#agere fic #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere blog #x platonic!reader #dni proship #x platonic #adventure time agere #marshall lee agere #cg Marshall lee #fionna and cake agere #agere reader

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streaminn · 1 year

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Tongues & teeth reunion, where Wednesday sees the result of old werewolf teachings

"what happened, Enid?" just hearing Wednesday's voice has the once looming werewolf to slump closer, shoulders dropping and doing all but melt into the floor at the concern she can hear in that tone.

Enid smiles, all tight lips and bright happy eyes. God does she miss seeing Wednesday. All they've been doing is texting and Enid has been wanting for so long that she feared that she'd forget her voice.

"I got better!" is Enid's cheery reply. "the olden time werewolves are so weird, Nes but I learned during the winter and now here I am!" I'm better now, so much better- is left unsaid.

Wednesday stares and Enid can see the way her jaw tenses. She's contemplating, Enid gasps in her head and she's so tempted to grasp at that chin and ma-

"you're different," Wednesday cuts in, her arms crossing as she stares up. "What did they do to you?"

Enid is lost, her head tilting to the side as she wonders where Wednesday is getting at. She stares down at her jacket, a dark blue almost black color.

She's starting to worry a little. She didn't look that different right? She's wearing the uniform! And a jacket sure but it was just there for aesthetic purposes! It's just january after all, what if Wednesday is cold? Better to be safe than sorry yknow.

"I learned," Enid starts, her smile dropping to one a little bit more worried. "Is it the jacket? I thought you don't like color?"

Wednesday narrows her eyes and Enid gulps, straightening up immedietely as she stares back. A blink back is her answer and the shorter roommate looks away.

It should make Enid feel proud, to push off such posturing but it makes a part of her shudder in disgust at such easy forfeiting.

(where was the fire? The fight-)

Has she been coming wrong? Maybe it's her actions, werewolves have a whole different way of moving after all and Wednesday...

She's special, but she wouldn't understand.

"Mortals are different, Enid," Romulus says, his hand tight around her nape. "they don't know any better, so we have to teach them at times."

"I abhor color," Wednesday agrees. "but it suits you." a sigh. "do not alter yourself for me."

Too late, a part of her cackles. I'll become anything you need, Dear. Your sword, your shield, the hound to hunt and take whoever you wish-

Enid turns red, eyes widening and she steps up. It doesn't take long for her to shrug off the jacket and wrap it around Wednesday instead.

There's a flutter in her stomach and a rush of heartbeat against her ears. Is it hers? Wednesday's? She doesn't know.

A laugh comes from Enid's lips. The jacket hangs off Wednesday, way too big to properly fit the girl and it makes something akin to delight spark inside her chest.

Enid's hands lay near the hood, fiddling with the fabric as she speaks.

"it's for you anyways, " the werewolf's head is ducked and she knows of the symbolisms. Her neck chills at the lack of protection, open for any threat.

It's a sign.

Wednesday doesn't say a thing but Enid can hear the beatbeatbeat of her mortal's heart.

It makes Enid smiles, all teeth and delighted.

#Wenclair #Enid sinclair #wednesday addams #tongues & teeth au #Writing

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anime-addict-362 · 1 year

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So Many Ways to Say Yes

Request: i may or may not want to duck his brains out; autocorrect is trying to unhorny me; yknow that one arc when the character has been abused or mistreated or feels unworthy or whatever so immediately assumes theres no aftercare and just tries to leave like "alright, ill be out of your hair then, sorry i took so long to pack up" and you just have to pat them and comfort them

A/N: I've never tried so hard on a smut oneshot 🧍‍♀️ I don't know much about genshin but thank you for requesting! I tried to not go too into details, considering I've only played around 4 hours into Genshin and didn't ge that far. Never heard of Xiao but I looked at videos, then took the request into mind while trying to write his character out. Enough talking, hope you enjoy! :))

CW: NSFW, Xiao x Female Y/N, Sub Xiao, hand jobs, anal penetration (male receiving), fingering (male receiving), oral (male receiving), fluff, lots of reassurance, aftercare

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Y/N eyed Xiao from the tree she sat under. It was a nice day and she needed a break after work. But jesus christ, what was he doing?

He was jumping around. That's the most logical thing she could come up with. Maybe practicing to be a ballerina? She snorted at the idea of him in a tutu.

Then he fell. It looked like it was on purpose, just falling on his face. She had to fight from laughing too hard, and exposing her spot under the tree.

She got up with a sigh when he didn't get up, going over to him. He was still face down in the grass. "There's a bug in your ear."

He jumped at the voice, then hit at his ear. "What?!" Y/N snickered, and Xiao frowned, smacking her as he stood up. "Go back to work, dick."

She gasped. "Dick? Me?"

"Yeah," He felt his going red. Why? He didn't really know.

"Rude," She chuckled. "And I'm done with my work today. I was reading."

Xiao stared at her. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I was reading there," She pointed to the tree, watcjing Xiao think.

Then his face went a deep red.

"You saw-"

"I did," She confirmed. "What was up with that, by the way?"

"None of your business," He spit out quickly, looking away.

"Okayyyy," She smiled. "I'll let it go, as long as you promise this isn't a sign that you should see a psychiatrist."

"I'm fine mentally," He waved her off.

"But physically..."

Y/N saw his face go red again. "I'm fine."

"You sure-"

"Yes!"

Y/N jumped at his sudden yell. "I have a pretty good doctor if you just don't want to tell me-"

"Please shut up," He groaned, burying his face in his hands. "No doctors. In fact, don't tell anyone what you saw."

Y/N stared at him, making out his mumbling. "Are you okay? Like actually."

He huffed, feeling her worried look. "I can't tell you."

"Why not," She looked at him weird. "You called me when your friend got his foot stuck in that toilet, how is this worse than that?"

Xiao couldn't help but snort, and knew that's what Y/N was trying to get. "You broke his foot."

"He stuck it in a toilet," She shrugged. "Not my fault. Now what's up? I won't judge you, I promise."

He hesitated. "No laughing?"

"None at all."

"No jokes?"

"Absolutely not."

Xiao groaned. He couldn't believe he was going to tell Y/N. He was going insane. Maybe he did need a psychiatrist.

"I uh," He gulped. "I can't... Get rid of my uh-" He coughed.

Y/N looked at him weird. "Spit it out or else I'll laugh in your face."

He groaned. "My- penis. It won't go soft."

Y/N blinked at that. "That's it?"

Xiao scoffed. "That's it? Really?"

"I thought you were going to tell me some issue with your ass or something, not that you can't come," She shrugged.

Xiao frowned, but he was glad Y/N didn't laugh. "Can you leave me alone?"

"I... That doesn't explain the jumping around," She frowned. "Is that like a kink or something-" She yelped when he smacked her repeatedly. "Okay! God!"

He groaned, going back to the ground. It was better there, maybe it'll swallow him whole.

"I don't know, okay," He ran a hand down his face when she sat by him. "It's driving me nuts. It hurts, I don't know what to do."

Y/N hummed. "How long?"

"Like since 3 AM last night," Again, he was thankful there was not even a chuckle coming from Y/N. He might actually try and snap his own neck if she laughed at his dick.

Y/N thought that over. "I know you said no doctors but-"

"No," He shook his head quickly.

"Alright," She nodded.

"You don't have to help me," He huffed. "Its awkward and weird, I'll just go back to my bed and die."

Y/N snorted at that, and looked down to his pants. Right, he always wore a cover. Which was understandable, goblins and mages didn't care whether a hit to your dick hurt, they'd probably aim there if they were smarter than they were.

"It's not that awkward," She shrugged. "Shit happens."

"So how many people have told you... What I told you," He stopped himself from repeating it. Once was far enough.

"None," She confirmed. "But there's a first for everything, no need to be shocked by everything that comes my way," She sighed, sitting up on her knees. "Do you want help?"

Xiao froze but relaxed soon after. She didn't mean it like that.

"I don't want anyone else to know," He peaked over to her. She looked at him confused.

"What, are you like loud," She snickered. "I'll gag you if I really have to, but I doubt-"

Xiao kicked her leg. "You want to fuck me?!"

Y/N laughed at his kick. "I want to help the fact you're in pain and yes, having sex seems to be apart of that," She cleared her throat, shrugging. "Doesn't have to go that far though, just until you come."

He opened his mouth a bit, then closed it. Was she being serious? "You don't have to-"

"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to help," She threw in there. "But if you don't want to, you have to promise you'll see someone for help. Embarrassing or not."

He huffed, for about the third time of that exchange. This was not happening- Was she really offering... Whatever she was, just to help him?

"Dude, it's okay if you don't want to," She chuckled. "Just wanted to help."

"I just..." He stopped, mind reeling. "What uh, what do you mean.. Help?"

Y/N shrugged. "Probably just start with a handjob, see where that gets you. If it doesn't help, might suck you off. But again, just what you're okay with," She leaned back on her hands with a sigh, stretching. "Could fuck me, really. But you'd have to give me a moment to get ready. For sure need a condom."

This was happening. This was happening? Jesus christ, she was being serious. "Are- are you sure," He asked, afraid that she wasn't actually okay with this. She was nice and would help him whenever but he didn't want her to force herself just to help his issue. It was his fault he didn't see a doctor, anyway.

"Of course," She smiled. "You seem miserable dude. And I'm fine with it."

He thought over it one more time. Y/N wouldn't do anything he didn't like, he already knew that. But was he okay with this? Was he okay with Y/N... Well, jacking him off? Was he okay with seeing her bent down between his legs and sucking-

Yeah he was, his dick behind the hard cover really confirmed it as he twitched. God, it really hurt.

"Okay," He nodded.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," He groaned, going to stand up, then yelped as his penis somehow got caught in the cover, but jesus, did it send a shock of pleasure with the pain through him. He sat right back down.

"Okay okay, lay the fuck back," Y/N snorted, and moved to sit on her knees in front of him, between his legs.

"Ri- right here," He hated how his voce rang up multiple octaves.

"Can you walk," Her question almost sounded like a challenge. "If you don't want to here, then at least take this goddamn cover off until we get to wherever."

He was just jumping around just fine damnit, why couldn't he stand? "What if someone-"

"They won't," Y/N assure him, hands moving to rub his thighs. "I promise, okay? I wouldn't be doing this here if I wasn't sure of it."

He gulped. "Can we uhm, at least move to the tree," At least there was shade, and some cover. But she was right, it was quite a long walk. He barely knew how he got over here with all the jumping around.

But he was desperate, so who knows.

"Of course, c'mon," She gave him a reassuring smile, helping him get up with her.

Okay, one step at a time. The tree was right there, and Y/N was going to- Okay yeah, he needed to hurry before his penis exploded.

Maybe he was being dramatic but the thought of Y/N helping him get off was very overwhelming, okay? Even if it wasn't exactly... New.

Okay so Y/N was hot, everyone thought so! It was okay for him to think it too. Even if his thoughts were shifting towards more romantic things, and less just wanting to fuck her into the bed things.

The things people tell him just because he's close to Y/N was insane. He didn't need to hear about their fantasies about her, it was weird.

So he was jealous- Fuck off.

Oh shit, he made it to the tree! Didn't even notice.

"Alright, get comfortable," Y/N spoke up, then smiled as he collapsed against the tree. He looked decent enough, really. Except for while he was walking, he didn't seem to be too uncomfortable. But she trusted him when he said it hurt.

Once again, she dropped to her knees in front of him, watching his face turn red quickly. "Any way I can do this that'll help you calm down?"

He shook his head. "I'm okay, it's just uh... I'm fine."

"It's just what," She asked, not wanting to fuck up somehow if she didn't have to.

"I don't.... I don't think I'm very good at this tyoe of thing," He gulped.

"Oh," Y/N smiled, and god, it was bright. "That's okay. It's just me. I won't make any jokes, promise."

Well since she was being nice. "But what if I mess up?"

"There's not much you can do to mess up," She chuckled.

"I disagree."

Y/N hummed at that. "I get it. You're nervous. But you really can't mess up here."

"But-"

"Xiao," She grabbed his face with one hand, successfully squishing his cheeks. "If you do something that wrong, I will let you know. I will smack you in this pretty face if I have to. Understand?"

He nodded and she smiled, letting go. "Lift your hips," She wasn't expecting him to listen instantly, but he was probably really wanting to get on with his dick to stop hurting. He was practically limping.

She slid the more loose pants off his legs, and set them aside. Her next step was tp take that damn cover off. Obviously, it was not helping him, other than hiding it.

"Not even a pair of boxers," Y/N asked, working on loosening the cover. Why did he need one so damn intricate? "No wonder your dick hurts, this is like metal."

"I know," He huffed. "The fabric was too rough."

"And the metal isn't," She snicked, finally taking the damn cover fully off. And damn, was it fucking messy. It looked like he had came repeatedly already.

Eh. She could deal with that.

She didn't bother waiting to grab his dick, but pulled away when he flinched, hard. "Did that hurt?"

"N- no," He shook his head quickly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Y/N chuckled, and held onto his dick again. More carefully this time. "Rough or gentle?"

"Gentle."

She nodded, and gave an experimental tug. She expected another flinch, or a gasp. Not the moan that was practically yelled, and him fucking into her hand, not gently.

"Fuck," He practically sobbed.

Y/N raised an eyebrow but smiled in amusement, watching tears fill his eyes so quickly. She just kept her hand still, letting him do his thing.

He couldn't think straight. All he knew was that a cold-ish hand wrapped around his dick, and god, he needed relief. But he caught himself and stopped, pulling away. "I'm sorry," He was deeply embarrassed by the fact he was crying.

"Stop," Y/N sat up, moving to lean over him. He slid more on the ground during his moment so it wasn't hard. "It's okay, Xiao. C'mon."

He moaned again as she held his dick again, just as gently. And with her above him, smiling at him reassuringly, god, he needed to come.

"You were doing so good, fuck my hand again," She started moving her hand first, but stopped once his hips started to buck up, slowky this time. "Good job, you're doing such a good job."

He choked out a moan, hands gripping at Y/N's wrist and waist. "Don't stop, please."

"I won't," She assured him, despite knowing he was doing most the work here.

"Y/N," He gasped, hips stuttering. "Kiss me? Please?"

That caught her off guard, but she listened. She leaned in and groaned when Xioa slammed them together. The kiss was messy but Xiao was moaning throughout it, so she didn't complain.

"Thank you," He whimpered against her lips. "Feels so- You feel so good, please don't stop."

Y/N felt her breathing pick up. She didn't know he would be like this. She liked it though, how fucking whiney he was, hips excited to fuck just her hand.

So she kissed him, just as roughly as he did. He grabbed a handful of her hair to keep her in place, fucking into her hand faster. Her hand was absolutely covered in the old come, but she hoped more would be joining soon.

He pulled away to whine into her shoulder. "It's not enough," He sobbed, frustrated and embarrassed.

"Okay," Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. "Just uh, give me a second, okay?"

He nodded, pulling away so she could do what she needed. He watched her every move, the way her arms flexed as she pulled her jacket, the way, her eyes closed as she pulled her hair up, and god, the way she looked at him.

He yelped as she grabbed his legs and pulled, quickly and roughly. She kept doing so until he was laying on his upper back and shoulders, and his legs were on her shoulders, successfully putting his dick and ass practically in his face.

This was so fucking embarrassing, what was he-

"Oh fuck," He yelled as her tongue ran up his length, her hands holding his hips to keep him from squirming too much. "Yes!"

She kissed his thigh but pulled away again. "What all did you do to try and get off?"

He paused at the question, mind running much to quick to process it quickly. "I uhm- I jacked off?"

"That's it," She asked, looking confused.

"Well," He gulped. "I took a cold shower and um... Fingered myself," He gulped again, looking away.

"Jesus christ Xiao," Y/N mumbled, looking to his ass. "Can I eat you out?"

So many different ways to answer that. So many ways to say yes. But he didn't think one really fit the situation like he wanted.

"Please, Y/N," He choked out, reaching out to hold her hand.

Y/N held his hand back, before going to eat him out. He immediately jumped, then moaned softly. So she brought her free hand up to jack him off, gently again.

Xiao could barely think. Y/N's tongue inside of him, the hand around his cock, and god, the way she fucking manhandled him so he wouldn't move. He could get used to this, he wanted more of this. He wanted this everyday, just Y/N.

God, the things he would want to do to Y/N if she let him. All of it went way past sex. No, he liked her more than that. He wanted a life with her, not just the sex, even though it sounded great.

And god, it was great. Y/N was relentless, obviously trying hard to make him come. It was just like, whenever he felt he was getting close, he just wouldn't come. He hoped that Y/N would make a difference, and yeah, it felt way better. But he still wasn't coming.

"Y/N," He whimpered after a few minutes of wordless moans, and grabbing at her. "It's- It's not-" He shook his head.

Y/N didn't want to give up at this point. Xiao was fucking close, she knew it. So she adjusted him again, letting his legs lean back into the air, rather than hwr shoulders.

She let two fingers slide in and almost groaned at how easily they slid in. God, this would be a great time to have her strap on her. Damnit.

She searched for that spot she knew was there, other hand wrapping around Xiao's hips so he was stop moving around so much.

"There," He gasped. "Yes, fuck, there yes, that's it," He nodded, hand going down to find Y/N's thigh. He really needed something to hold.

Y/N loosened her arm from his hips to go back to his dick. She let her fingers curl everytime she moved them in, to hit that one spot that was making him jump.

God, he was sobbing again. His mind switched from completely full, to absolute empty. He couldn't think, he only felt those goddamn hands. He wasn't sure what he was saying but hes pretty sure he was talking. Or just mindlessly babbling.

Regardless, he was past the point of embarrassment.

He didn't know when she added a third finger but he felt it when he felt his stomach twisting. He sobbed loudly. "I'm gonna cum, please Y/N," He gripped her thigh roughly, maybe too rough, but Y/N didn't say anything. "Oh- God fuck! Please!"

Y/N huffed, keeping her pace even. This was working.

Until it wasn't.

She sighed when Xiao didn't come, and felt his frustrated groan, a hand going up to wipe hie tears.

"This is pointless," He dropped his weight on her, not caring at this point.

Y/N thought this over. His cock was very clearly sensitive, a very deep red and he seemed to be getting tired.

Xiao was ripped from his hating thoughts when Y/N pulled away completely. "What-"

"C'mon," She threw him his pants.

"Did I- What are we doing," He asked, breathing heavy. No. He didn't want to stop. Even if it wasn't working- No, he needed Y/N. Fuck, no, she can't just leave.

"We're-"

"I love you," He blurted out, stopping both of them.

Y/N paused. "What?"

"I love you," No turning back now. "I'm in love with you, if anyone can make me come, it's you. Please don't leave me like this, Y/N, I'm begging you."

Y/N watched Xiao cry with wide eyes. It wasn't out of pleasure this time, but she could tell he was getting overwhelmed, he even looked scared.

"Xiao," She mumbled, sitting by him and holding him. He sobbed, holding her back. "I'm not leaving, I promise. I was never leaving. It's okay, take a deep breath."

"Don't leave," He could barely tell it was his own voice. It was shaky, and almost pathetic, but Y/N just held him closer, kissing the top of his head.

"It's okay," She assured him, lifting his head and wiping away tears. "Look at me."

He looked her in the eye and almost broke down all over again at the look in her eye. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'm right here."

"I love you," He shook his head. "Don't push it aside, please acknowledge it, I love you Y/N. I don't want you to leave me after this, please don't."

Y/N sighed, kissing him. He groaned, kissing her back and then looked at her for her next words. Anything more.

"I love you too, Xiao," She wiped more tears away. "I am head over heels for your dumbass."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you really?"

"Yeah," She nodded. "And we'll talk about that later okay? I promise we will. But I need you to answer something for me."

He nodded. He was sure he would do anything right now, if she asked.

"Did you purposely not let yourself come because you thought I would leave you here," She asked, a thumb still caressing his cheek, despite most of the tears being dried up.

"No," He shook his head, then thought it over. "Maybe? I don't know, it could've been part of it but it wasn't on purpose. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," She smiled softly, then blew out of breath. "Thank god, I thought I was losing my touch."

Xiao smacked her arm, rolling his eyes. That was definitely her, alright.

Y/N chuckled. "Okay c'mon. Let's do this again."

He watched her move back between his legs, spreading them over her own thighs, so he was on display for her once again.

"Wait," He spoke up. "So what were you doing, if you weren't leaving?"

"Oh," She tilted her head. "I was gonna fuck you at my place."

He blinked. "...why not here, like everything else?"

"I wanted a condom, and my strap is in ny bedroom," She snorted. "I don't want to pop out a baby quite yet."

"That's fair," He nodded with a sigh.

"Mhm," She hummed, a hand pushing up his shirt. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Xiao nodded, looking to her with a small smile. God, he better fucking come, it was going to be embarrassing as hell if he didn't.

She wrapped her hand around he again, gently. The other hand made its way to his right nipple, moving her thumb over it before she pinched it, still gentle.

He moaned again, breathing picking up. "Oh fuck," He wished he could stop crying.

"Good boy," She hummed and he twitched, starting to fuck her hand all over again. And again, he wasn't gentle with himself.

"Call me it again, please," He practically begged.

"You're such a good boy, Xiao," Y/N grinned, watching him fuck her hand harder.

"Just yours," He whined.

"Yeah, you're my good boy," She kissed his chest, then moved to kiss his neck. "You're doing so good, c'mon baby, you can come. You're look so pretty, fucking up into my hand."

His jaw dropped as he whimpered, his orgasm sneaking up on him. "I- I'm- Y/N-"

"Yes, come baby," Xiao thrived at the way she sounded as breathless as him, and came all over her hand.

He gripped onto her hard, body jerking closer and farther from her hand. "Ah fuck fuck FUCK," His eyes rolled back, and it felt like it wouldn't stop.

But next thing he knew, he was in a bed. Not his, no. But looking at the room, he could tell it was Y/N's. It was so her.

"Sup," He jumped at Y/N's voice. She stood in the doorway to her room, eating something. "You're awake!"

Xiao sighed, sitting up. "God, what happened?"

"Dude, you came so much," Y/N laughed. "Its was so hot. But you pretty much blacked out from there. I almost took you to your place but my place was closer and you looked like you really needed some rest."

She walked away for a second but came back with another plate and handed it to him. "I cleaned you up but you should eat."

"Thank you," He frowned a bit. "For everything."

"No need to thank me," She shook her head, setting her plate aside. Go ahead and eat. We'll talk afterwards, okay?"

He nodded, head hanging.

She kept him talking pretty much throughout the whole time they ate, about random things. Events coming up, whether he had to do anything significant soon, or what he did over that week.

Then when they were done, Xiao laid back in her bed, waiting for her return. She said she was just cleaning the dishes but she was taking awhile. But she did come back, with his clothes, now clean.

"Thank you," He looked back down, once he had the clothes, seeing she even fixed a hole in the left pant leg. "Why'd you do that?"

"I got bored," She shrugged, sitting by him. "What's up?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're pouting," She chuckled. "C'mon, talk to me. What's wrong?"

Xiao shrugged, because he didn't really know. He was happy, Y/N loved him back, she did all these great things for him, what was there to feel bad about?

"Is has to be something," She held his hand and he felt his eyes shoot to them. Fuck yes!

"I don't know," He spoke truthfully. "It's nothing specific. I guess... I feel bad that you did all this, maybe. Had sex with me in an almost open field, brought me here when I passed out, made me food, cleaned and fixed my clothes. I think it would've been easier to just take me home or just leave me there."

"Do you think you're a burden for me," She asked with a frown, and he shrugged.

"I guess you could say that."

"Xiao," She turned his head and kissed him. It was soft, and much more controlled than their other's. Her lips moved gently over his and he sighed, taking a tighter hold of her hand.

"You will never be a burden to me," Y/N looked him in the eye when she pulled away, still holding his face so he wouldn't looked away. "Everything I did today, I did because I wanted to. I wanted to do it for you. And you deserved it all, and so much more."

He sighed, taking a risky move to hold her. But she held him back, kissing the top of his head. "Thank you. You know... I'm so down for you to peg me."

"Now?!"

"Oh yeah."

#xiao #xiao genshin impact #genshin impact #xiao genshin smut #xiao genshin x reader #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact smut #xiao x reader #sub xiao #xiao x female reader #xiao x female y/n

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rusty-gloinks · 11 months

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MURDER DRONES EPISODE 5 : Random details and favorite parts of this episode

Will be putting major spoilers under cuts if anyone has NOT seen the new episode, or has yet to see it. CW/TW: Blood, body horror, murdery stuff! SPOILERS!! AHHH!!! You get the point. I am not responsible for your actions :3

(This post is a mix of different things btw, Md related tho)

None of this will be in order, and I might need to make a PART TWO!!! Since the total is 45 images. :’)

FIRST UP. I would like to take the time to appreciate doll so have some LOVELY LITTLE images of her I took.

She looks so fucking awesome???? Like holy shit. She slayed!!!!!

not to be fruity .but. yea

SHE. also Isn’t that the campsite? Or just a different location with the same appearance.

OKAY. Next up. BABYGIRL . I SQUEALED AT LIKE EVERY SCENE OF THEM SHES SO FUCKING CUTE. MAN😭

BLEEEEEH (I’m going to make this my icon soonthat was the purpose of the screenshot. Also because I love them)

World is mine by Hatsune mi- cyn. World is mine by cyn. The famous vocaloid /j (HSES 😭😭😭😭)

Noticing how her balance is SOOO Much better while holding someone?. Also MOOD .just like me .real 💔

i lov e you🥺EEEK /p. Shes melting

MY SIB AND I WERE FUCKIJG DYING OVER THE PUPPY EYES.LMAO. I love their humor

J* , and they locked her in the basement. I am so SAD about this information

PROTECTIVE BIG BRO MODE…babys

Okay, listen, i know these 2 got shipped before the release but OUCH this makes things so much weirder!!! eugh:( (mainly saw em as friends.tttotallt not becsuse I project my friendship with my silly mutual onto them.no. /sarc)

anyways forget them being friends as my headcanon. THEYRE FUCKING SIBLINGS EVEN BETTER!!! (prjdedcts me and my elder sib onto th— *gets killed /j*

GAY RIGHTS(After the 2nd watch i realized she was making them kiss each other and I started laughing so hard my sides hurt)

Okay glitch QUIT SHOWING OFF. god damn !!!!! Literally appreciating this scenery so hard. 10000/10. :3

YKNOW HW I WANTED TO SEE TEARS IN THE NEW EPISODE!! LOOK. KIND OF CLOSE!!

LOOK HES SOBBING!!!! ALMOST. I GOT WHAT I WANTED OMFG!!!!! YAYYA!!!! (Love it when ppl cry /j

Lovely little lad. Reading abt dogs:) so cute…

subtle hints of favoritism..👀(she obvs likes J more I think,)

I love how immediately i could tell this was drawn by Liam. Canonically J in the show but like his style is so adorable and bouncy!!!! AND LIKE yummyys:3 eated

Cute detail in Uzi’s room. SHE LIKES BABY COWS GUYS. ITS TIME TO MAKE FANART OF UZI WITH BABY COWS. /J

Blushys:)!

For those wondering what this is it’s basically a ripoff of YouTube. The caption is titled "Top 100 Doors ever!!11!" and then the views at the bottom 😭😭. KHAN AND HIS FUCKING DOORS GOD DAMNIT

This part scared the shit out of me i was literally about to cry. I THIUGHTT SHE KILLED HIM

I had to slow this down and repeat the same clip OVER AND OVER Just to get it right, apparently the solver can swap roles? (The order is supposed to be yellow then purple since Uzi takes over as an admin instead of CYN.) very cool.

STP FIGHTING D:

BOTH VRY SCARY :(

Better glimpse of her backpack. Cute little skullbat zipper!! Also batteries. 👍

Apparently DEAD BATTERIES, aka the logo on Uzi’s sweater could be a possible band? Or reference to a band I don’t know? Like how they have my chemical robots (or something like that) as a ref to the band MCR (romance).

Sigh., N was that you.

Conlang? Fictional language? Glyphs? I’m assuming it’s VERY important (since liam lovessss foreshadowing, i will further elaborate). Hoping there will be ways to "simplify" it to english!

Yknow how in episode 2 Uzi takes braidens sentience or sumn like dat. Yea 💀

Alright I’ve hit the limit, gonna rb again with part 2!!!!! Soon. Maybe

#murder drones #Murder drones spoilers #Spoilers #md spoilers #spoilers md #murder drones spoilers #Md spoiler #Murder drones episode 5 spoilers #Ask to tag #Md ep 5 spoilers #Murder drones ep 5 spoilers

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sillywillybillywilly · 3 months

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"What?"

"Help me destroy the Winchesters!"

Micheal narrowed his eyes. His father looking at him with enthusiastic eyes. He wasn't sure what to say. Why was his fa-.....chuck even here? Why would he need Micheal's help?

Chuck could see the hesitation in Micheals eyes. Which was new, he never disobeyed his father's orders.

"Hey what about that vessel huh? Uh...adam! Adam, I can bring him back yknow" he said in a luring tone.

Micheals eyes went wide. He would kill for Adam and he already hated the Winchesters..but it's not something Adam would've wanted. Chuck sighed and realized he had to pull one of his old acts. He put on a fake hurt face and looked at Micheal.

"Micheal...do you really hate me that much you won't help me?" he said.

"No...."

"I'm your father....unless you're trying to be like Lucifer now...I guess you don't love your own father anymore."

"I do I-...." he wasn't sure what to say. "I do care for you father. I just-"

"So you admit you don't care for him anymore? Is that it? And you don't care about Adam either? Yknow..since you don't wanna save him."

"Of course I do! I-..." Micheal couldn't keep track of what was happening. He often felt this way when he spoke to his father. It felt like he had no control on what was happening an would always been confused.

"Soo..you'll help me" chuck said as more of a statement then a question. Micheal was clearly lost and hurting. Hurting a lot. Chuck could see that. He could see Micheal thinking and even though he was hurting he was still smart.

"Cmon buddy....i love you, you're my son! Don't you love me? Don't you love Adam?"

Micheal had that look in his eye that usually meant he was giving in. Naturally chuck took advantage of this just like he always did when Micheal was a child. Micheal was clearly distressed. Chuck couldn't care less though. Hr threw his arm around Micheals shoulder which cause Micheal to ever so slightly flinch.

"C'mon we have much planning to do honey" chuck said. As he walked out the room, knowimg Micheal would follow him. And he did. He had to do this for Adam. He had to. He found a new purpose other than to serve his people in heaven. Now he had to serve and portect his human. And he would.

#spn #supernatural #adam milligan #midam #midam spn #midam fic #micheal spn

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rustytrident · 1 year

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cw: sleepless brain physically rotting on a keyboard, reader isn't christian, references to persephone!mc but if u squint really really hard like if u put ur entire soul into the squint.

"you don't have to do all this, yknow"

you patiently watched as your boyfriend perched himself up on a ladder, trying to tie a garland around a christmas tree twice his size.

"i wanna," he murmured "don't talk t'me i'm concentrating". mammon frowned, trying his best not to fall. would it be easier for him to fly there in his demon form? yes, sure! but some things are done better in the good ol' traditional way. or, at least, in the way people do it in the human world.

"okay then, baby. do your thing," you turned back to your phone, pretending to ignore your boyfriend.

with the corner of your eye, you watched as he turned to face you, a slight pout evident on his face "you're not gonna help me? i thought we had something special, babe. i thought i was your number one demon but no! was it was all a lie? you only wanted me for my body and my money, didn't ya? i trusted yo-"

you stood up with a sigh, pocketing your phone and moving closer to him, standing in front of his legs on the ladder "are you done being dramatic, baby?"

"nuh-uh don't call me baby, you've lost baby privileges. i come all the way here from literal hell to help you decorate for christmas and all you do is ruin this relationship! do you have no heart in you, human?"

he was barely keeping his smile contained at this point, his happiness evident. he hadn't seen you in such a long time, after all (three weeks, five days, eight hours and forty three minutes, but who's counting?), and he was practically vibrating with joy. mammon was a clingy demon, he knew that, but even the most independent ones wouldn't be able to handle being away from their partner for that long.

"i don't even celebrate christmas, 'mmoney, what would the purpose of me decorating be? i'm not christian"

"yeah but are you a capitalist?"

you snorted, "what does that have to do with anything?"

"i dunno," he shrugged, "satan was talking about how christmas nowadays in the human world is a capitalist's dream. thought if you aren't the one u could be the other; 's how i convinced lucifer to come"

baffled, you took a step back to look at him better "you convinced lucifer to let you randomly show up at my home in the human world with a christmas tree that folds at the top cause it's taller than my ceiling, decorations and–" you started counting, "– eight packs of lights because you convinced him i was a capitalist?" you thought if your tone wouldn't give away your shock and amusement, your face would. mammon has never seen anyone's eyebrows go so far up their forehead.

"oh i dunno if i convinced him. i just wrote him a letter and went to lord diavolo for permission to open a portal. he said yes so..."

"oh jesus–"

"ya just said yer not christian!"

"this isn't the point!?" you started laughing, "mammon do you know what capitalism is?"

"human world stuff i don't care about? why would i care for anything else but you up here?"

smiling, you hugged his legs and rested your chin on his stomach, looking up at him. "oh, so you care about me that much huh?"

mammon sighed, turning to the side to hide his blush "what gave you that idea? now shut up and help me decorate this tree"

still smiling, you silently obliged, grabbing the garland from where it flowed down from your demon's hands and helping him get to the parts of the tree he couldn't reach. after a couple minutes of the light christmas music being the only sound in the room – proof of mammon's concentration – you peaked your head from behind the tree to get a look at his face.

little pieces of hair trailed down his forehead, some falling into his eyes, dilated and focused. you had decided that even with a gun to your head you wouldn't be able to choose which part of him you liked most, internally melting at how perfect his skin looked, and how soft his lips felt (if you were asked to swear on what you deem as holy, you would whisper mammon's name like a prayer so ancient it rivals the mystery of the linear a).

yet, you don't say anything, and you continue looking, engraving the smallest of his eyelashes into your memory.

"quit starin' at me, human," he cut your appreciation segment short – damn him and his bird sight.

you huffed, lovesick smile turning mischievous as a light bulb lit up in your head. "can i ask you something?"

"shoot," he hung up a ball – yellow, golden – on the lower branches.

"why are we really decorating a christmas tree?"

mammon's eyes widened slightly, before a sigh escaped his lips. of course you would notice, of course it wasn't like him to show up with an excuse like that. of course, he isn't stupid, and he knows you aren't either. if he wanted to see you he could have, without all the extra effort and time spent preparing. of course, he knew it wasn't worth lying. he was talking to you, after all.

"we still decorate back home. the lights of the tree make you feel less lonely after your fourth hour of being strung up from the ceiling," he picked up another ball – blue, electric, "guess i wanted ya to feel less lonely when 'm not here too".

a bittersweet feeling erupted in your chest, but before you managed to say anything, he continued.

"it ain't anything deep so don't worry about it. just felt like doin' something domestic with ya and that was the first thing to come to mind," mammon peaked to your side of the tree, its white colour blending in with his hair, "are ya done over there? i want us to make the gingerbread house before lucifer roundhouses my ass into the next century after he finds out i snuck out"

"yup, all done, babe," you got up at the same time as him, kissing his shoulder as you moved to the kitchen first. "you want some hot chocolate? i also got some qurabiya i made the other day," you muttered while opening up your cupboards to see if you had anything else you could offer your guest, "oh! a ferrero rocher, maybe?"

he hugged your waist, his chest flush against your back, "whatever's easiest". mammon kissed your head and moved onto setting up the materials you would need for your debut as bobs the builders.

after a couple minutes of eating whatever sweets you had on hand and sipping on hot chocolate, he turned to you, the side of his mouth coated with powdered sugar "oh, by the way, you got a balcony, right?"

"well where else were we going go put the 10 Ft Lighted Christmas Inflatable Archway, Inflatable Santa Claus And Snowman Arch Indoor And Outdoor Holiday Decorations, Built-in Led Lights, Large?"

oh.

oh no.

this can't be good, you know it can't, yet you already feel a laugh bubbling up in your chest "yeah, why?"

"ten feet?? mammon that's too big!"

"hahaha! that's what she said!"

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that night, mammon did the walk of shame back to the hol with a wounded pride and a half inflated 10 Ft Lighted Christmas Inflatable Archway, Inflatable Santa Claus And Snowman Arch Indoor And Outdoor Holiday Decorations, Built-in Led Lights, Large under his armpit.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #mammon x reader #mammon obey me #if this is really bad don't tell me #let me live in ignorance let me live in peace #sing me a song // the song of our glory

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trickstarbrave · 2 months

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back at it again--

continuing this idea i have for @wellthebardsdead's au fool's prayer.

i was gonna write. the altercation outside the temple room. but yknow i'll get to it later i have to sleep and i wanna post what i wrote :))) (no proofread tho im sorry)

kinks for this i guess are body worship and breeding kink. lmao

Nerevar dressed as always, though he chose to forgo most of the elaborate, ceremonial armor he typically wore. Usually he would never dream of going without it on the day of a council meeting, but well…

He had no intention of attending a meeting today. It didn’t matter that Sen Dres had finally recovered enough to attend meetings once more. Even if he did bother attending, its not like anything would come of it.

Morrowind was about to experience a very, very big change, after all. One most of the councilmen would no doubt be furious with him over--much more than they’d be angry with him for simply canceling a meeting. Right before, if Nerevar could guess correctly, Voryn would have their heads roll.

Again, this was a chance for him to back out. He could look for a method of stopping Voryn, simply postponing his promised meeting with him. Nerevar could only buy him so much time before Voryn saw through his ruse, and perhaps it would have been an option if he thought they were any closer to stopping Voryn. But they weren’t--not in the slightest. The idea of actually stopping Voryn seemed further and further away by the day as the enormity of their foe grew. Nerevar knew it was a battle he wouldn’t win; it was best to use alternate methods. If there was a foe you truly couldn’t stop, it was better to appeal to them and manipulate them. Nerevar had attempted as much with the councilors, but was too outnumbered. He might have been the famed chimer king chosen by Azura, but that only worked for around the first century or so. What he actually needed was more political backing to achieve his goals, especially as Red Mountain refused to calm in the wake of its eruption and people were still displaced from Vvardenfell.

Voryn however… He was a better option. He couldn’t guarantee Voryn could even feel ‘love’ anymore, but he did know Voryn had a weakness to Nerevar. The hortator was his lover at one point, and Voryn made it a point to recruit Nerevar now that he was back. For one reason or another Voryn wanted or needed Nerevar at his side, either to secure his power long term, because of the nature of the heart, or out of sheer selfish desire. And Nerevar could use that to his advantage. Temper his wrath and violence like a skilled smith at a forge. Gently persuade him down avenues that benefited both himself and Nerevar, along with securing Vivec’s safety.

He walked down the halls with a purpose. Several temple staff stopped him to tell him the councilors were ready for the meeting, taking in the sight of Nerevar underdressed for the occasion, but Nerevar simply waved them off.

“No meeting today.” Nerevar announced. “I need to commune immediately.”

“Commune?” One of the priests asked, apprehensive.

“Yes,” Nerevar replied, still making his way to the temple room set aside for such a matter. A private room, grandly decorated to the Good Three. Voryn had instructed Nerevar in the precise way to summon him--much like one would summon a daedric prince. He was, after all, not much different than the other princes now with how much raw power he possessed. “It concerns Red Mountain.”

The volcano, able to be seen even from Mournhold, had been behaving strangely after all. The Good Three either could not or would not stop it before, but Voryn had a stronger connection to the heart, and thus, Red Mountain. Already for the past few days it seemed… Restless, as though it was eager to blow again, terrifying the citizens of Morrowind.

The priest looked relieved hearing that, still following him. “Oh thank the Three…” He audibly sighed. “If they can stop it from erupting once more the people will be more than thankful.”

“Where do you think you’re going, Hortator?” Sen Dres was scowling, now also tailing him. Nerevar didn’t stop his stride in the slightest. “It is time for a council meeting--an overdue one while I have been in recovery!”

“There will be no meeting today.” Nerevar replied back coolly, entirely undeterred.

“No meeting?” Sen Dres balked at him. “You do not get to unilaterally decide when there will be a council meeting or not!” He shouted, but Nerevar continued on his path.

“Something of higher importance came up.”

“Ha!” Sen scoffed. “What could be more important than this meeting? We’ve already had to delay it for weeks. There’s several things on the agenda that have been postponed long enough.”

Finally, Nerevar stopped in front of the door to the shrine room, hand reaching for the handle. Seeing this, Sen Dres sneered.

“You’re postponing the council meeting to beg before the Good Three?” Nerevar gave him a harsh glare in return.

“This isn’t something that can be postponed another day.” Nerevar said definitively, baring his teeth. “The meeting can wait.”

“I hope you intend to take responsibility for your blatant disrespect of the great houses Hortator!” Sen Dres shouted, but Nerevar gave him no reply. He opened the heavy doors, and then shut them behind him.

Sen Dres scowled as he walked away, but the moment he was out of view of the priest a cruel smile broke out across his face.

Oh, he had no intention of letting this meeting be canceled. They would simply instead use this opportunity to their advantage. He merely hadn't expected the hortator to give him such an opening so soon.

Sen Dres was more than happy to say the hortator would be simply abstaining from the meeting, throw out the small handful of councilors supporting him, and begin his coup in earnest. The king usually spent hours conversing with the Good Three in ‘important matters’ but rarely with any material reward. It would give them plenty of time to rally armed guards, tie up the priests, and storm into the room to kill the chimer mid-prayer. And even more exciting—Vivec was still powerless, and according to the spies Sen planted, he was with child. Even if their attack was thwarted, Sen could use Vivec as a hostage. Certainly the hortator would do anything and everything in his power to protect the little temple whore and his own unborn child.

It was too easy. The king lined him up in a perfect checkmate without him even realizing. All that was left to do was make his move.

Morrowind no longer needed Nerevar. He was a relic of a bygone era—an old folk hero reborn as an outlander. The only reason he rose to power again was in the wake of the Red Year, but he has no real political backing. House Indoril controlled the temple, but they were a mere shell without Almalexia; she wanted it that way on purpose, after all.

Nerevar had nothing he could bring Morrowind. All he had were naive ideas that charity alone could get them out of this mess, or restricted the Great Houses in an effort to control them.

Today would mark the day he finally did away with him and unshackled Morrowind.

—

Inside, Nerevar mixed incense as he so often did before summoning one of the Good Three. Only this time he made a completely different mixture than he often did, sifting the powders together before tamping down white ash as a bed for it, and then setting it in the proper design. No doubt when Voryn returned he’d have this incense blend standardized and a mold made in his preferred shape, but right now Nerevar would have to make due.

He lit it, inhaling the familiar scent of House Dagoth, hit with melancholy for the past. In his first lifetime he could smell this blend often in the halls of any House Dagoth stronghold, or even clinging onto Voryn’s skin like perfume.

It smelled of home. A long, forgotten home. His mouth quivered and his eyes watered, but he forced the tears down.

The past was in the past. Nothing he could do could change it--a lesson he learned over and over. Even now, Voryn wasn’t the same, but Nerevar intended to use him as needed.

For his own safety as well as Vivec’s. And hopefully in the long term, for the good of Morrowind entirely.

He then said prayers, kneeling on the plush pile of pillows he prepared as well, apprehensive.

When the prayers were finished, he waited. Seconds ticked by, each one filling him with more concern. Had he done it incorrectly? Had Voryn changed his mind? No--no that couldn’t be it. He did everything to the letter as Voryn instructed, and Voryn wouldn’t have given up on Nerevar so easily. Or was it… Voryn had played him entirely? Did Voryn intend to use this as his opening into the world and ran off to cause chaos?

Just as his worries started to get the better of him though he felt two cool hands cover his eyes, a dark chuckle behind him. He jumped at first, before relief washed over him.

“Apologies,” Voryn whispered, “I was simply admiring you kneeling like that.”

“Voryn,” Nerevar began, before Voryn continued, his voice slow and seductive.

“You’re the first person to pray to me in earnest, after all.” Voryn nibbled playfully on his ear, coaxing a few moans from Nerevar’s throat. “Though you won’t be the last.” He chuckled again, before blowing softly, watching Nerevar’s ear twitch and listening to the stranger groan that followed. “But you will always be my first and most devout worshiper, won’t you?”

“Yes,” Nerevar gasped softly, leaning against Voryn. “Yes, I will be…”

“You’ll even carry the child of a god, my perfect heir…” He rubbed Nerevar’s stomach almost tenderly, before continuing to nibble and kiss along his neck. “Oh how I’ve longed to have you in my arms once more…”

“Voryn~” Nerevar keened, before Voryn wrangled him onto the pile of plush pillows.

“Look at you…” Voryn was smirking with delight, cupping Nerevar’s flushed cheek. “You look like the perfect offering to me.” Nerevar shuddered at the cold touch, before instantly, Voryn’s hand felt warm and alive again once more.

“How should I make love to you, Neht?” Voryn asked, his voice soft and tender, before his skin changed to chimer gold once more. “Like this?” He leaned in close, his voice soft and tender. “Do you miss this form, my Moon and Star?”

“So long as it’s you, I don’t care.” Nerevar whispered back. “Though I’d… Prefer if your skin is warm.” Voryn chuckled at that, his skin fading to grey once again.

“I’m perfectly happy with that.” Voryn purred. “I want to make sure it feels as good as possible for you, after all.” He was already pulling Nerevar’s shirt up and over his head. “Perhaps another time we can relive the past like before.” Voryn’s hands then slide up and then back down Nerevar’s torso in long, gliding strokes, making Nerevar’s eyes flutter shut. “I can lay you on my bed… Dress you in the finest silks…” Nerevar could already picture it, “And be the one to worship you.”

“Mm, would you…?” Nerevar cracked his eyes open, looking up at Voryn. He didn’t think Voryn would; not after becoming a god, anyways. Perhaps he was just trying to appeal to Nerevar, making empty promises. Nerevar was nervous about expecting too much from him.

“Of course,” Voryn smiled warmly now, as he caressed Nerevar’s cheek again. “You’ll be my consort… The holiest of saints in my temple…” Voryn leaned in closer, “My beloved…”

Voryn’s lips met his in a surprisingly tender kiss. He’d expected Voryn to be ravenous when he was summoned, throwing Nerevar to the floor to debauch him properly. But like this he was slow, sensual, lips moving in sync with Nerevar’s as his tongue tangled with the hortator’s in a slow dance. Nerevar had to hold his shoulders to ground himself, but every movement has him wanting more and more. Now he was starting to feel like the impatient one as Voryn took his time exploring Nerevar’s mouth and tasting him thoroughly, Nerevar’s breathing growing more and more labored.

“In fact,” Voryn whispered as he pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths, “I think I will worship you today, Neht.” Voryn smiled slyly as he began to slide down Nerevar’s body, pressing warm, wet kisses across his skin. “You’ve finally come to me, after all, and it’s time I reward you properly…”

His lips closed around a nipple, sucking soft and gentle at first as he coaxed soft whimpers and moans out of Nerevar’s throat. It was almost teasing how thorough he was being in working Nerevar up, swirling his tongue around the bud before giving it a soft nibble.

“Should I have these pierced?” Voryn asked, looking up at him before giving another swirl of his tongue as his hand played with the other. Nerevar keened again, arching up against his mouth. “It’s typically relegated to concubines but…” Voryn nipped a bit harder this time, listening to the sharp whine that followed. “I think they’d look perfect on you… Make these so much more sensitive…” Nerevar was panting now, knowing full well he was soaking wet already. “I wonder if I could make you cum just from touching you like this with how sensitive your chest would be…” Voryn flicked both of them now, before giving a soft pinch.

“Ah~!” Nerevar’s cunt was aching in need now as his hips shifted to grind against the larger mer. “Voryn~” He whined again, all the while Voryn continued to touch and tease him mercilessly.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Voryn asked with a smirk, before kissing his way to the other bud, giving it a soft lick, before closing his lips around to suck, flicking it with his tongue the whole while.

“Yes,” Nerevar gasped in between moans, “Yes, I want it, I want it Voryn~”

Voryn’s lips finally let go, both of his nipples flushed and standing erect. His hips were still shifting under Voryn though as Voryn began kissing his way down Nerevar’s chest, down his ribs, and trailing towards his trousers.

“I can’t wait to taste you again,” Voryn whispered, his tone almost dangerous as he undid the lacing on them, before tugging the fabric down and off Nerevar’s legs. Nerevar helped by kicking them off, moaning from the teasing strokes at his thighs. Voryn then slid his underwear down, pulling it off him in full, before spreading Nerevar’s thighs and settling himself between them.

“Voryn…” Nerevar groaned, his hands in Voryn’s hair, trembling from his desire.

“So wet…” Voryn remarked, delighted as he admired Nerevar so closely. It honestly made his face burn in embarrassment, even his ears turning red. “You look just as perfect as you did back then…” Voryn whispered, before leaning in to give a soft kiss to his lips, before moving up to press a kiss to his cock. Every touch of his lips has Nerevar’s body jerking, cries spilling uncontrollably from his mouth. It wasn’t enough—it wasn’t nearly enough for him.

“Stop,” Nerevar pleaded. “Stop teasing me—“

“Teasing you?” Voryn asked, pulling away enough to look up at him and cock an eyebrow. “I’m not teasing you at all.” Voryn smirked now, his fingers just pressing against Nerevar’s entrance, but not slipping inside. “I’m memorizing you again, as I promised.”

“Voryn~!” He needed more; Nerevar needed more. He couldn’t handle this level of teasing—not after so long apart.

“I’m worshiping your body, just like you deserve…” Voryn purred, his fingers finally slipping inside. “This perfect, gorgeous body that is finally… All… Mine…” His lips then closed around Nerevar’s cock, suckling softly, listening to Nerevar howl in pure pleasure.

“Yes!” Nerevar’s eyes rolled back as he tried to tug Voryn closer and closer. “Fuck yes, fuck yes!!” Voryn’s tongue flicked against it too, before he removed the pressure and instead pressed another wet kiss. Nerevar groaned in displeasure at the loss, before gasping and moaning again as Voryn gave it playful licks and twirls of his tongue, following it up with another kiss.

“So hard for me, aren’t you…” He purred again, giving another long lick, letting his tongue flatten out. Nerevar’s legs were trembling as Voryn’s fingers stroked slowly against his sweet spot, the pleasure overwhelming his senses. When it felt like this, Nerevar couldn’t believe he hadn’t given in sooner. It felt mind numbing how wonderful it all was, unable to think of a single problem and instead focusing solely on the ecstasy he was hurtling towards.

“Yes,” Nerevar moaned, “So hard for you, my cock is so hard for you…” Nerevar’s hips were bucking towards the warm, wet heat of Voryn’s mouth. “Please, suck me off again, I want to feel your mouth…” Voryn obliged him, his lips closing around it once more, suckling and flicking his tongue back and forth just like he knew Nerevar liked it. “Oh gods, yes!” Nerevar moaned freely, feeling his orgasm building, getting that much closer to the edge.

“I’m close—I’m close—“ Nerevar clung to Voryn with one hand, cradling his head close, the other gripping one of the pillows under him so tight his knuckles were going white. “Please make me cum,” Nerevar pleaded, “Please, I wanna cum for you~” He had no shame anymore, focused solely on pleasure. “Please, I’m yours, I’m all yours!” He was fully sobbing in pleasure now, so very, very close…

With one last suck and flick of Voryn’s tongue, Nerevar was finally falling, chanting Voryn’s name the whole while. It was red hot, a burning intensity that came in waves as Voryn forced him to ride it out, his whole body trembling. It was absolute bliss as his mind went fully blank, every other coherent thought fizzling out.

He laid there panting for some time, basking in the afterglow of such a satisfying orgasm. It was even better than the one he had in his dream, a warm, fuzzy feeling settling throughout his body.

“Good boy.” Voryn praised him, before leaning in close to kiss his cheek after moving back up his body after leaving a few love bites across his thighs. Nerevar hummed in satisfaction now, turning to give him a soft kiss in return.

“Your turn…?” Nerevar asked, and Voryn chuckled.

“Almost,” He replied, slowly stripping himself as well. “There is one more thing to do.”

Nerevar raised a brow, before Voryn pulled out a small dagger. It was part of the temple room, used to give offerings, but Nerevar’s heart began pounding in fear seeing it.

“Hush,” Voryn soothed him instantly. “This isn’t to harm you, my Moon and Star…” he then brought the knife to his own wrist, slitting across it just enough for it to bleed. It wasn’t crimson red though, but instead bled a pure black—liquid ebony.

“Why…?” Voryn smiled warmly once again, offering his wrist.

“I’ve lost you once before,” Voryn replied, “I watched you be killed, powerless to stop it,” He almost sounded… Genuine like this. Vulnerable.

Like it was his Voryn again. The man he loved in the flesh once more.

“I refuse to lose you again.” Voryn swore, his eyes shining. “I want to tie you to me, in body and spirit.” He then offered Nerevar his wrist. “You will be my greatest weakness after this, the person they’ll target first.” Voryn was almost pleading with him now. “Please, drink it.”

His reasoning was sound. It was true that when the people of Morrowind found out Voryn couldn’t be killed, they’d target Nerevar next. And even if it was a lie… What did it matter? Nerevar had already given in. Even if this would kill him and turn him into a mindless ash ghoul immediately, Nerevar was in too deep to run now. At least his final moments would have been spent receiving an absolutely mind numbing orgasm.

Nerevar leaned forward and took his wrist, licking the trail of the metallic liquid that spilled, before closing his mouth around it and drinking.

“Good boy…” Voryn whispered, stroking his hair. At first it was just unpleasant from how metallic it was, before Nerevar felt warmth blooming in him. Voryn then held his head firmly, keeping him there. Quickly, Nerevar realized why he had done so, as quickly the warmth turned to burning.

He struggled first, crying out in pain. It had been a lie—that sweet face had been a lie. It hurt so much Nerevar was convinced he was dying, burning from the inside out, but Voryn merely restrained him and forced him to drink.

“I’m sorry my love,” Voryn whispered. “It will hurt at first, becoming one with me…” Voryn also winced. “… It hurts me too…. But we… Need to endure it….”

Nerevar cursed him mentally, still trying to push him off, before his body went rigid, and then finally limp, now robotically drinking.

Fuck, it wasn’t poison. Instead Voryn intended to use it to control his body. Luckily the pain was fading now, still a simmering warmth in him, but he was no longer sobbing in agony. Now it was a localized pain in his upper stomach, a dull ache.

“That’s it…” Voryn praised him. “I’m sorry my love for controlling your body like that,” Voryn apologized now, cooing softly and stroking Nerevar’s hair. “But it’s just for your safety.”

Nerevar scowled inwardly, only the slightest furrow in his brow showing how actually angry he was as he was forced to obediently drink. “Don’t be angry with me Neht…” Voryn whispered, “… I’ll make it feel good too, in exchange.”

The slow, simmering warmth then began to burn anew but this kind a much more delightful kind of fire. Pleasure licked every nerve in his body as he twitched and trembled, eyes rolling back.

“There, much better isn’t it?” Nerevar was climaxing untouched helplessly, unable to respond even if he wanted to. It was another long and overwhelming orgasm too, just as he had before, his thoughts turning off once more.

Finally, Voryn let the pleasure subside, before finally pulling his wrist away and freeing Nerevar’s body. Not like it mattered; he felt completely boneless from the intensity of it all.

“Here…” Voryn smiled warm once more, almost lovingly like he did back then. “Finally… You’re all mine entirely…”

“… Not yet,” Nerevar whispered back against Voryn’s lips, and Voryn stopped the impending kiss to look at him quizzatively. Nerevar decided to show him by wrapping a leg around Voryn’s hips, pressing their bodies closer together. “You still haven’t gotten inside me yet.”

Voryn smirked wide and dark at that, a sort of devilish smirk that made Nerevar excited so many times in the past.

“You’re correct,” Voryn replied, his breath hot against Nerevar’s lips. “Let me correct that.”

This kiss was much more impassioned and desperate, the hunger Nerevar having expected previously. He was pinned down swiftly, Voryn pressing the head of his cock to Nerevar’s entrance.

“So wet…” Voryn muttered into Nerevar’s neck. “Oh, Neht…”

“You made me cum twice,” It was Nerevar’s turn to pure back, shifting them slightly so he could nibble on Voryn’s ear, “Now it’s your turn.”

“Yes,” Voryn hissed, finally rocking his hips forward, before moaning long and deep. “Oh Nerevar, Neht,” Voryn moaned, before tugging him into a short, messy kiss, “No matter how long we’ve been apart, being inside you makes me weak…”

“Even as a god~?” Nerevar moaned back as Voryn rocked in and out, trying to work himself deeper into Nerevar.

“Yes!” Voryn moaned louder, giving a form thrust down. “Even as a god—!” Voryn was thrusting wildly now, his last bit of self control snapping. It seemed calling him a god excited him more than Nerevar had expected.

The thrusting was once again, mind numbingly blissful in how good it felt. He was so slick the glide was easy, but he saw stars every time Voryn thrust.

“Your body will be mine completely,” Voryn moaned inbetween hot, passionate kisses. “All mine,” Nerevar was trembling, eyes rolling back as he moaned freely into the kiss as well, “In a way no one will ever get to have you!”

“Yes!” Nerevar was clinging to Voryn, trying to claw himself closer. “All yours, I’m all yours!”

“You’re going to have my heir.” Voryn demanded, his thrusts finally settling on a hard and fast pace. The sentence sent Nerevar that much closer toward the edge all over again. “You’re going to have only my children,” Nerevar knew Voryn would make sure of it, killing anyone who even thought about it, if their seed would even take. He already had corprus and now he’d drank Voryn’s blood. He wouldn’t put it past his lover to make sure Nerevar could only conceive with Voryn. “As many children as you want Neht��” Voryn kissed him passionately again and again, his breathing labored.

“Cum inside me!” Nerevar pleaded, “Cum inside me—knock me up—!” Voryn moaned louder, his pace beginning to falter.

“Neht—!” Voryn held him tighter and tighter, and Nerevar almost felt like the ground under him was trembling. “Get pregnant, get pregnant!” Voryn demanded, before finally his rapid thrusting stopped with a jerk of his hips, heat erupting in Nerevar. “Fuck…” Voryn swore, giving a few more shallow thrusts as he shot rope after rope inside Nerevar’s waiting body.

Nerevar had been furiously rubbing his own cock, but finally feeling Voryn spill his seed was enough to drive Nerevar over the edge. His lover was cumming inside him—making Nerevar’s body his. Voryn’s seed would take and Nerevar would finally be pregnant with his heir, a child with the man he loved like he’d always wanted.

He trembled as he came, mouth open and eyes completely glazed over in pleasure. His cunt spawned around Voryn’s cock, making Voryn groan.

“Milking me for every drop…” He panted, simply laying there and embracing Nerevar.

Nerevar didn’t know how long they laid there. He simply was basking in the bliss that always followed their most intense lovemaking sessions. But, reluctantly, Voryn finally pulled out of him, rolling off him.

“Let me clean you up.” Nerevar whined in displeasure as Voryn stood up, walking over to a nearby water basin, disappointed from the loss of contact.

“Can’t we just lay here a while longer…?” Nerevar asked, and Voryn smiled.

“As much as I’d love to,” Voryn brought over a wet rag, gently cleaning him up. He’d likely need a proper bath, but it was enough to let him redress. “It seems we have company.”

“Hm?” Nerevar asked, before glancing around suspiciously. The air was hazy from incense, but it was possible Voryn could still see them. “Outside, it seems like some people are trying very hard to get in, banging on the door and demanding you…” Nerevar scowled at that, the bliss fading and replaced by annoyance. “It’s probably some councilmen demanding I come out for a meeting…”

“Well then,” Voryn smirked, “Let’s go give them a meeting.”

#my writing #nerevoryn #voryn dagoth #indoril nerevar #:)#i feel like this one came out VERY nice #if there arent. 5 million typos #not sfw

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devils-dares · 1 year

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waking up with waid's matt!! is a thought ive had in my head for ages but i haven't been able to write it out T^T gosh it'd be so gdamn soft

can i just say that my favorite iterations of comic matt are waid and bendis

"mornin'" he says, morning light pouring through the windows and giving his skin a dawn tint.

"hi, good morning." you respond, following your words with a giggle at his red hair sticking up wildly.

"what are you laughing at?" his silken sheets pool at his waist as his fingers crawl their way towards your hips, tugging you into his lap.

"matthew!" you slap his chest and he falls back onto the pillows, taking you with him.

"what? can't hold a pretty girl in my arms? why are you purposely forgoing one of lifes greatest pleasure, cuddles?"

"you're too much." you laugh, hiding your face in his chest. he hums, his fingers running over your bare back.

"i gotta get up soon yknow. i have work."

"have some tea with me before you go." you look at him and sigh, bright blue eyes floating around your figure, face etched with a cheeky grin.

"fine."

"which one?" he shouts a few minutes later, you're in the bathroom getting ready.

"i don't know murdock, you choose. you have too many."

he brews you a chamomile and lavender tea, circling his arms around your waist as you sip along, his bare chest pressed to your back.

"do you not have to go in today?"

"i own my practice, sweetheart, i can go in whenever i like." he says, lips against your neck as he presses kisses along your skin.

"matthew!" you scold him, "i have to get to work." you wriggle away from his grip, putting your mug in the sink and kissing him on your way out. he pulls you back into him for a little more than a peck.

"you're insatiable." you say.

"it's you who's doing it to me."

#matt murdock #comic!matt murdock #matt murdock drabble #matt murdock headcanons #matt murdock fluff #waid!matt murdock

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elliesappetite · 1 year

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Empty Promises ~ Part three

Neteyam x gn na’vi reader

Summary: y/n thinks neteyam doesn’t love them anymore, and is leaving for Ka’ina, but what if Ka’ina isn’t interested in him?

A/n: omg you guys sorry it took so long, I started school again and it’s been exhausting, but thank you for all the support! Also this episode is going to be short but sweet. Also I forgot to mention, Neteyam is aged up for marriage purposes (no sexual stuff cause it’s still weird even if you age him up)

“Neteyam, are you dumb or something? You lost the love of your life because you’re to fucking stubborn to propose to them and now they’re pissed at you! You skxawng.”

“I know, and I don’t know what to do. She thinks i’m in love with you.”

“But I’m dating Sa’reem-“

“I know! I know…but I don’t know how to tell them and make it believable.”

Ka’ina sighed. She shaked her head as she rested her thumb and pointer finger against the bridge of her nose.

“I’ll tell them. I’ll tell them everything since you’re to stupid to do it.”

He nodded as he gave a small smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I fiddled with the fabric of my loincloth as I sit in my tent, thinking of everything that has happened. Neteyam, our argument, Ka’ina.

He’s in love with her. I’ve become to boring now.

He’s probably attracted to her looks, her voice.

I can hear her voice. I can…hear her voice?

“Y/n!”

I look up to see Ka’ina, who’s fidgeting with her hands, who’s staring at me.

“What do you want?”

“I want to tell you everything.”

“What like how Neteyam is in love with you?”

She sighs as she sits down next to me.

“He’s not in love with me cause i’m dating someone, a woman.”

What? Excuse me? So all this time she’s never liked him?

“And the reason he was so ‘distant’ was because he was trying to find ways to propose to you, but I guess he was also being a asshole to.”

We chuckle.

“I’m sorry about him. I’m sorry about causing issues between you.”

I look at her to see her looking at her lap.

“It’s okay Ka’ina, I can’t exactly blame you. Although it will take time for me to forgive him for being distant but I do still love him. But right now, an apology is what I need.”

“I’m glad, but y/know, I was surprised when they came to Awat’atlu, to see five grown ups and a teenager from another clan arrive, but bloody hell Neteyam couldn’t stop talking about you even from the beginning. Every day it’s always ‘I miss them’ ‘I want to go back to them’ and it was so annoying, Sa’leem got sick of it.” She chuckled.

There was a comfortable silence before she started speaking again

“You belong together yknow? And I hope one day you make up.”

“We will. We will.”

THE END!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/n: hey guys! Again sorry for the wait but tbh I feel like this part isn’t as good but oh well 🤷‍♀️. Thanks for supporting this series, and more will come out.

- Will 🫶

#neteyamsully #angst with a happy ending #avatar2009 #avatarthewayofwater #neteyam x reader

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sunnybomber · 6 months

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What about something that traumatized black?

Foe context, I have a personal hc that black has a fear of the freezing cold and is claustrophobic.

You're about to find out why :)

"Why do I have to go?!" Black asked in his usual snarky voice, this time brimming with annoyance.

White himself was starting to get annoyed.

"Because you two need to figure out how to work together!" Black quirked a brow.

"You two get on fine on your own, red just can't handle perfection when he sees it!" Black scoffed.

"Enough! You two are going on this mission." White had reached his wits end.

"You...ooohhh!" Black growled.

"You're usually the one fretting over us, where'd this sudden change of heart come from?!" Black said aggressively.

"That's the thing..." White reached into his drawer and pulled something out.

"I won't be far away." He held out what seemed like small metal square.

"Me and blue have been working on these beauty's for a while now. They're magnetic, and they let me speak to you directly. They also give me a view of what you're seeing and your status." Black took one and inspected it

"Hmm, so like a radio with extra steps..." White frowned

"Yes black, just like that." His voice oozed sarcasm.

"I don't wanna go, the snow is bad for my features!" Black pressed

"That's a shame, you're going or I'm taking your makeup kit." White lowballed black hard.

He pulled back with an exasperated gasp.

"You wouldn't!" He said

"Try me." White glared.

"Baaah! I'll go get red." Black said defeated

Black got red and the two were briefed by white about the situation on planet winterbloom.

"I got some reports of unusual seismic activity, personally I think it's a few avalanches but there's always the possibility of a threat there...the local settlers also reported strange noises during hunting expeditions. They want us to check it out."

"I'm cool with that...as long as he can keep up" Red jerked his head towards black, who chuckled.

"Keeping up with you would slow us both down, hothead." For all intents and purposes, black was notoriously hard to outwit.

"Oh yeah! Well-"

"Stop!" White bellowed

"This is exactly why I chose the two of you specifically. Anyone else could handle this but you two are like oil and water, you just can't seem to cooperate!"

The two went silent, but white had a feeling it wouldn't stay that way for long.

He sighed

"As I've told black, these things are magnetic and will stick to the side of your head...but we also made them resistant to extreme conditions. Yknow, heat, freezing temperatures even water resistant...this'll be a nice little field test." The two still said nothing.

"Alright, time to head to the ship you two!" White suddenly said, feigning enthusiasm.

"You betcha big bro!" Red jumped up

"Yeah, whatever." Black said, going after them.

The two boarded the ship and red went to the pilots seat.

"Not so fast, hothead. I'm flying." Black said

"No way! I've been wanting to fly for years, I'm flying!" Red pushed back.

Black sighed, and got to work.

"I hate you." Red growled as the two had already reached space.

"Well that's what happens when you sass perfection." Black chuckled as he remembered how he "big brother'd" Red off the pilots seat.

"You two should be coming up to planet winterbloom in the next 3 minutes. There should be some jackets in the back." Red went and got them.

He decided to get some revenge for getting wrestled out of the pilots seat by throwing the jacket right in blacks face.

Black tore the jacket off him and stood up with intent.

"Black, don't you dare." White warned

"Did you not see what he-"

"Black, it's just a jacket...and remember..." black shot red a look that told him he'd get him later on.

The two threw their jackets on and the shuttle bay door opened to send a wave of wind and snow their way, disorienting them for a second.

The two followed the radar that led them to the settlers' camp.

They briefed them on where these strage occurrences were happening and the two investigated.

Eventually the two came to a crossroads of sorts.

"They never mentioned this..." Red said

"Hmmm...I'm not getting any reading on which way is the right way." White said through the radio.

"I say we go right...cuz I'm always right." Black said

"No way! Left takes us closest to where they said the noises were coming from." Red argued

"And how do you know that?" Black questioned arrogantly

"Look at the pathway!" He said

"All I see is the first 3 feet...what if it twists and turns?"

"What if it doesn't?"

"Guys!" White's voice was gonna go sore if he kept yelling like this.

"Will you two just pick a path already?!"

The brothers looked at eachother.

"Rock paper scissors?" Black offered

"You're on!" Red said

The two played it out while white facepalmed watching the screens.

"Haha! Knew I'd win!" Black celebrated

"Yeah whatever. Let's go" Red grumbled

The two continued up the pathway with no apperant results, until white popped up on the radio again.

"Heads up you two; there's a blizzard coming through...head back to the ship and we'll come back another time." He ordered.

The two made their trek back, before wandering over a frozen lake.

"Be careful you guys...don't know how thick the ice is." White cautioned.

But only black heeded the advice, slowing hid pace carefully.

"Hey, hotshot! Did you not hear him?!" He hissed

"We'll be fine, look the ice is nice and so-AH!" Almost as if prophetic, the ice broke and red fell through.

"Red!" Black cried out.

In an act that would have had anyone convinced white straight up possessed him, he dove in after.

The cold sent a shock through his systems and his limbs began to not respond.

He grabbed red, who hadn't sunk too deep in the seemingly endless abyss below.

Ignoring whites very vocal distress, he thrashed and flailed under the icy tide.

Just as he was about to give up and accept his fate, his hand met with something.

He pulled with all the might he could muster and found himself and his now unconscious younger sibling free of the waters' deadly grasp.

"Black, you need to get to the ship as soon as possible! You two won't last long in that temperature!" White screamed

Normally, black would've had a sarcastic quip but his voice failed him this time.

He grabbed his sibling and began his trek back to the best of his memory, but got lost in the snow due to losing the radar in the water.

He silently pushed through, trying his best to ignore the chills that now started to feel like burns.

Until he heard chirping nearby.

Even black could feel even whites non-existent blood run cold.

"Snowstalkers, they travel in packs and are very territorial...move slowly and quietly." White whispered.

Black followed directions quietly, and he turned to the sounds of the chirping. He was able to make out the predators, almost leering at him.

He backed up slowly, but stumbled over something and fell.

The sudden movement caused the stalkers to go in a frenzy, and began running after black.

"Run black! That's all you can do!" White was on the verge of having a meltdown as he barked the orders.

Black picked his unconscious sibling up and ran, before ducking down and tucking himself in after realizing he wouldn't get far.

He wanted to scream at the sensation of them tearing into his back, he placed his body over red's protectively.

They continued to gnaw at him, he was sure he wouldn't make it this time.

A massive roar was heard from behind them, the stalkers turned around and scurried off in fear.

Black turned around, deciding that whatever it was, if it scared the stalkers away then he didn't wanna see it himself.

He kept moving, the cold still biting at him and his new wounds. It didn't help that the jacket had been torn off, not like it'd do much good now.

"Black, talk to me! Are you okay?!" White practically begged

"Uuh..I unng...heeh?" Black couldn't seem to make any words out and was getting more and more confused by the second. The cold was really starting to get to him.

"Good enough! The ship is 350 feet ahead, and to your left, just make sure you... you..." White stopped

"Eh?" Black slurred out

"Black, get somewhere low! Now!" White said as the ground beneath him began shaking.

An avalanche was coming.

He began thrashing once again, when the snow carried him he lost hold of red and was panicking.

Black found a small ditch in the snow, but the tide still swallowed him and his sibling. It was a bad one.

He opened his eyes and quickly realized he was trapped in blanket of snow, slowly suffocating him.

He tried everything he could to move one of his limbs but they were trapped, he felt himself spiral downwards.

The claustrophobia didn't help.

He thrashed and screamed, trying anything he could to dig himself out, but it was as if he was frozen in ice.

He got an arm free and began to use it to free the rest of his limbs, he dug himself out and frantically searched for any signs of his other brother.

"He's 3 feet behind you and 8 feet down!" White sounded out of breath by this point.

Black turned around and waded his way forwards a bit and started digging down, the ice dug into his hands as much as the other way around.

He eventually caught sight of his leg, then revealed the rest of red's still-unconcious form.

He quickly grabbed him and made his way back up. Thankfully, the avalanche seemed to carry them closer to the ship, as it was only a short walk away.

A short, painful walk away.

He opened the shuttle bay door with gasping breaths and set red down.

He sat in the pilots chair, but what watched through black's sensors as he looked around aimlessly, confused as to what to do next.

Like black HADN'T done this a hundred times before.

"Black...are you still with me?" White asked, his frantic fear being replaced with growing concern.

"Uhh I uhh...uunn doo...huuh." black slurred out.

"Damn! If you hear me, I'm setting it to autopilot...black?" He saw black staring at red, he heard blacks breathing turn into whimpers as nothing he tried saying came out...

In other words, he was getting delirious.

Whimpers turned into full-on ugly crying that sounded just as "out of it" as he appeared.

"Black...are you-"

"Black listen to me, I can't turn on the heat from here..." White instructed through blacks crying.

"Ismybrothergonnadie?" The words slithered from his mouth as uncontrollably as his sobs.

Black had lost it. White needed to keep it together for both of them, but if they wanted to survive, it depended entirely on blacks' ability to follow simple orders in the state he was in.

"I need you to-"

"Idonwantmybrothertodie!" He blabbered

"Idonwanimtodielikebigsis!" Each rambling wad followed by 10 straight seconds of loud sobbing

White could feel himself starting to spiral too.

"Black you have to lis-listen to me, red WILL die if you don't reach over to that dial and turn it all the way to the red side."

Black sniffled

"Okay.." was the only word that came out that made sense.

White looked at the status screen.

Red's screen read

Unit went into emergency shutdown due to hypothermic shock, internal heating activated. External heating is required.

While Black's read

Internal temperature reaching critical levels, internal heating non-functional. External and internal damage to chasis and processor detected. Emergency heating and repairs required.

If anything, black was more at risk of dying than red was.

White was full-on pacing, waiting for the alert that the shuttle had reached its destination.

He had to mute the audio, hearing blacks belligerent ramblings was sending him under...he'd already been on the verge of melting down.

The alert went off, and he told blue, pink, and yellow to be ready in the maintenance room.

White ran over to the door and it opened to reveal black sobbing over red's form.

"Hesnotmovingithingmylittlebrothersdead." He blabbered again

Aqua rushed in and grabbed red. White tried to help black to the maintenance room.

Blacks stammered, delirium indiced rambles continued. White would've thought it embarrassing and funny in any other situation.

Black forced whites grip off him after some silence as they made it to the kitchen.

"Water i...need water...is there any...wa..." his feet got twisted and he quickly met the ground.

His head bounced off with a sickening "thwack" and his limbs settled with a disturbing gravity to them. White tried to catch him and was nearly pulled down as well.

He called blue over, who found his energy and rushed to his big brother.

For all inents and purposes, they were made to act like humans. One such example was breath. They may not have been able to breathe, but they still made the sounds.

And blacks breaths were forced and irregular, sounding like hisses.

Blues eyes widened.

Cheyenne-Stokes...Aka agonal breaths...Aka "last gasps"

"We need to move, now!" Blue said

Red made a quick recovery, black not so much.

The two sat outside the maintainance room while blue and pink worked tirelessly.

"Is he gonna he okay?" Red asked nervously

White didn't answer right away.

"I don't know." His voice was a deaf whisper.

"I hope he will be..." Red looked down again.

White could see red grip on himself tighten.

"I wish I'd been better to him..." it started that way, quiet and calm.

"I mean, I know we had our differences and we made fun of eachother and sometimes had disagreements but that doesn't mean I want him to die!" And ended off sounding the same way black did, minus the delirium.

White hugged his protégé tightly while he sobbed in his arms about how much he regretted treating black. He never had the heart to tell red that even so close to death, blacks' first concern was red himself.

After some time, blue came out seeming much more relaxed.

"I've got good news... he'll be alright. In fact, he just woke up." He held the door open for the inevitable stampede.

The two rushed in and nearly crushed black on their embrace.

"Stars above I'm so glad you pulled through!" Red cried out

"Of course I did! Was there any doubt?" He asked rhetorically

"Would we he here if there wasn't?" White answered back with, not letting go.

"I promise I'll never make fun of you again, I'll never ever tease you or sneak your mirror when you aren't looking!" Red said overjoyed.

"Well I'm glad yo-wait what?"

"Ah...nothing!"

And it would turn out, the roar they heard on the planet WAS the source of the noises...but it was simply a peaceful giant, similar in appearance to a wooly mammoth...this time, they all went and on a day where there weren't any blizzards.

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This prompt was basically me asking myself "how much sustained punishment can I dish out on black without killing him?" Lmao

My headcanon is that because the bomber siblings are programmed to act human, when under extreme stress, they can be heard hyperventilating despite not having lungs.

I mainly got this from @lunaremy on a post they made a few days ago, but I decided to twist it further to more primitive function of humans such as Cheyenne-Stokes, which are basically called "dying gasps" or your brain going "FUCK NOTHING ELSE IS WORKING JUST FORCE THEM TO BREATH AND HOPE THAT SOLVES IT OTHERWISE WE ARE GOING TO DIE!"

Lol

#super bomberman r #bomberman #black bomber #white bomber #red bomber #blue bomber #pink bomber

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