In another life
let's thank @tuberculosis-chic for reminding me to finish this.
Spider sat alone by the water's edge; his feet submerged in the cool, calming waves. Tiny fish darted around, a world so small and insignificant compared to the vastness around him. He couldn't help but feel like a little human lost in a massive, overwhelming Na'vi world.
The water felt warm against his skin, a stark contrast to the pain that pulsed from the deep cut on his chest. Norm had urged him to return to the high camp for treatment, but Jake, despite his desperate pleas, couldn't sway Norm and Max's decision to let Spider stay with them.
"I just lost my son, don't take this boy away too," Jake had said, but the scientists remained resolute.
Kiri, his closest friend among the siblings, couldn't stop crying after Norm's announcement. The pain in Spider's chest was matched only by the pain in his heart. He needed peace, away from it all.
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…
…
In the distance, footsteps approached. Familiar, yet impossible. It couldn't be who he thought it was, could it? She would never search for him, not in a million years. But yet there she was, sitting beside him, her tail gently resting on the ground.
"Jake told me you're leaving in an hour or two, is it true?" Neytiri asked softly, her tone filled with sorrow and grief.
Spider turned to look at her, feeling the anger and hurt welling up inside him. "You don't even trust your mate?" he retorted; his words laced with bitterness.
"Sorry i shouldn't have said it," Spider said getting his face down again
"No is okay" Her broken English always amused him, maybe because he was raised fluent in both Na'vi and English and found interesting how the accent was
Or maybe because he heard her speaking English only five or six times in his lifetime.
"I am sorry," Neytiri said, her tone was so sad it could make someone cry. Not Spider, not this time, not after the green infected cut on his chest.
"About what? Almost killing me? Which time should I forgive you for?" he snapped, instantly regretting his sharp words but unable to stop himself.
Her hand moved to her face, wiping away a tear. Despite the hurt he felt, he couldn't stop her when she moved closer to him. Their bodies were now close, and their feet touched in the warm water. A paradoxical moment of comfort from the one who had caused him so much pain.
"For all of it, if I could go back in time I-"
"You can't go back in time, trust me if someone could it would be me going back and not letting N-Neteyam and Lo'ak come to my rescue" the name hurted to say and hear.
But something said and done couldn't be canceled.
"Ma Spider" He turned his face to see her, she never called him by name, she only ever used despicable names to refer to him "I am sorry, I'm truly am. If I could go back, I would take you in, like I did for Kiri" she continued "I see you Spider"
Neytiri's words struck a chord deep within him. He had yearned for acceptance, a place to belong, but it was too late for that now. The pain in his chest intensified, and he whimpered.
Neytiri gently placed her hand on his arm and eased him onto her lap, offering an unexpected comfort. His abuser was now the one trying to console him, and the irony of it all wasn't lost on him.
They sat in silence for a while, the sound of the sea the only company they needed. Spider finally gathered the courage to ask, "What would have happened if you had taken me in?"
Neytiri paused, lost in thoughts of an alternate reality. "I probably would have taken you in when I took Kiri. I remember seeing you watching us with those big brown eyes. My instinct was telling me to bring you home, but grief told me to leave you behind" she replied, gently running her fingers through his hair.
A sense of longing enveloped him, imagining the life he could have had. "Then? What would have come next?" he asked, eager to hear the world he could never live.
"I would have made you feel welcome in the clan, just like Kiri. You would have had your special ceremony day," she continued, a smile appearing on both their faces.
"And then?" he prodded further.
"I would have changed your name to something more Na'vi, made you a songchord, and ensured you were part of every important step," she replied, her words like a soothing lullaby to his wounded heart.
A tear trickled down Spider's cheek as he listened, finally hearing the love and care he had craved for so long. "Then?" he whispered, lost in the bittersweet dream.
"I would have been fiercely protective of you. I would have kissed your bruises and helped you rise every time you fell," Neytiri said, her voice carrying the weight of regret.
The pain in his chest persisted, but this time, it wasn't just physical. He had ached for this love, this care, but it was now only an unattainable "if."
"Can you ever forgive me?" Neytiri asked, her sincerity evident.
"I don't know," he replied honestly, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside him like the relentless waves.
"Can we start over again?"
"Is to late for that"
Norm's arrival broke the moment, and Spider reluctantly pulled away, leaving Neytiri behind. Inside the helicopter, Spider hoped for a peaceful end. He longed for comfort, a final rest from a life marked by loneliness and betrayal. The rhythmic hum of the helicopter's engine lulled him into a drowsy state.
Comfortable.
Comfortable.
Comfortable.
Passing away should always be this comfortable.
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Sinful voice. ft "Morax" + fem!reader (modern AU)
cw/tags: Voice kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, female masturbation, uuhh fantasizing? petnames (sweetheart, sweetie, babygirl, darling).
notes: I literally had this sudden brainrot idea today at work (rip) and as soon as I came home I typed all this in a rush and bOI. That man's voice is just...... no words. Drives me insane, wild, crazy, feral.
To say you were nervous was an understatement.
You were starting a new chapter of your life, fresh into college, moving to a whole other city to dedicate to your studies and enter the “adult world”
You’d arrived a few weeks early to move in and start settling on your little space, it was barely a small room in a house you’d share with other new students. You’d even share a kitchen but hey, at least each one had a tiny individual bathroom for yourselves.
Tomorrow was the big day. Your first day. And although you’d heard many people say they would just take it easy or even skip the first few days (because “they were not that important” as schedules and teachers were still being organized) you’d heard just as many stories about how college was difficult and important and you gotta make good first impressions and familiarize and meet new people and blablabla…
It was pretty nerve-wracking.
So here you are, way past midnight, rolling over in bed unable to calm down.
You sigh and start messing around with your phone, bored. Maybe you can just skip tomorrow?
Or maybe…
You bite your lip. There’s a little something you can do to… relax.
Before you can even think, your fingers are already typing the familiar webpage name on the phone, already smiling mischievously.
In your search for a little “spice” for your solo pleasure sessions you often went for audios and ASMR content. The sounds and voices were much hotter than excessively raunchy lame crude run-of-the-mill videos in your honest opinion. All you had to do was get comfy, close your eyes, and immerse on the fantasy. It was bliss.
And so, a few months ago you had found him.
Morax.
Oh, that man had a voice to die for, deep and rich like syrup, making you shiver and whine every time. His content was absolutely top-notch and you’d been instantly drawn like a moth to a flame ever since you’d managed to drag out one of your best orgasms ever after listening and playing along for a few minutes.
And when you dug around and found his subscription page? Oh boy, you were a goner.
You can only imagine what your parents would say if they knew you spend money on something like this but hey, financial independence means you can spend your money (from part time-jobs and whatnot) on whatever you want.
And damn you want this sexy voice murmuring dirty praise on your ear.
You scramble out of bed, grabbing your earphones and getting rid of some of your clothes before settling down again comfortably, pillow propped against the headboard, almost giggling excitedly as you scroll around the page’s contents.
Morax was obviously an experienced dom. His content covered a myriad of different kinks and scenarios, many of which you had even only started to explore because of him. And though his voice was always calm and refined, with this sweetness and dominant tilt to it, his growls and groans could be just as wild. Morax sounded downright sinful when angry, scolding or degrading the listener. And his moans and soft chuckles? Oh, you could just faint with those.
Or come, probably. Yeah.
“Daddy fucks you in his lap” “Overstimulating my pet’s little clit” “Grind your sweet pussy on Master’s leg” “Waking you up with my big cock” “Making you my good girl” “Cum until you cry and beg”
You blush as you look at the titles, skimming around tags and descriptions looking for whatever strikes your mood tonight. Heck, anything would be fine if it was him though, you swore you weren’t even into the whole daddy kink before you heard Morax but now…
Oh.
Well lucky you, he’d just uploaded something new a few hours ago, you were one of the first views… ever the fangirl, huh? You click on it as you subconsciously lick your lips. Gods, your body feels hot and needy already, knowing what’s to come.
“Daddy spoils your little pussy” reads the caption, and you place your phone by your side, lying down, propping your legs and closing your eyes.
Oh, oh my god. Your breath catches as the audio starts off right away with some lewd wet noises. Usually, Morax would sweet talk for a bit first to set the scene and mood, but you sure weren’t complaining!
Your heartbeat speeds up as your hands start rubbing at your legs and over your panties, just trying to get your body up to speed.
“Hmmm… oh, there you are sweetheart.” Gods. Morax’s voice. You already wanted to moan at the deep baritone vibrating in your ears. “I’m sorry to wake you up.”
How ironic that you couldn’t sleep yourself.
His voice drags, sounds a little tired and hoarse, it just adds to it and you picture him kissing and dragging his tongue along your skin “You like that don’t you baby? Feeling my lips… tracing your hipbone like this. I can feel the goosebumps blooming along your skin.”
Oh goosebumps alright, you shiver as you rub at your skin a little impatient, how you wish you really had his lips worshipping you right now.
“You don’t even have to do anything, you can even just go back to sleep, if you’d like.” He chuckles. “But daddy just needed you, he needed his… hmm… sweet babygirl.”
“Hng Morax yes… need you too, daddy.” You whisper softly, already shifting on the sheets.
He continues to kiss and whisper sweet nothings about how he wants to make you feel good, kiss you and pamper you and make you relax, and you melt. His soft breathing and wet sucking and kissing noises turning you on instantly.
“Alright sweetie let’s take these panties off.” There’s a slight rustle of fabric in the audio as you quickly strip off your own underwear along. “That’s a good girl. Hmm… look at your sweet little pussy, already wet and swollen for me.” He groans and you whimper and buck your hips.
“Oh god please…” You’re so keyed up already. Morax simply has that effect on you, and you wish he would hurry so you can start touching where you most need it.
“Hmm… just relax sweetheart. Lie down and let daddy take care of you… of your cute little pussy.” More erotic noises follow as you picture him slowly going down and down until he kisses and licks at your folds. “Oh, that tickles sweetie?” Another sinful chuckle.
His voice, his voice was just so good. You’d wondered many times what kind of man would have such a deep hypnotizing voice. Surely he was older, but maybe not quite a silver fox. Dark hair, maybe? A large frame, broad shoulders, lean muscles but still elegant, a proper gentleman to go with his personality.
You knew he had golden eyes, that was a fact. Well, at least what he’d mentioned in a couple of scenes, it could very well be a lie but you wanted to believe in that mysterious domineering golden glow, staring up at you like molten heat from above you or between your legs.
Morax’s voice keeps feeding your fantasy, commenting how wet you are, how your body twitches, how he drags, slow and languid around your hole and oh, it’s like your body responds exactly the way he wants, guided by him.
“Darling, let me just… hmm… suck on your cute little clit like this.”
“Ah!”
A shock of pleasure runs trough your veins as you start rubbing on the little nub. His voice muffled, moaning as he sucks and licks and sighs deeply, clearly enjoying this.
“So sweet, so good for me. Oh, it makes daddy just ache for you sweetheart.”
You want Morax’s cock in you yesterday.
His voice turns breathy and strained, the noises and tension intensifying as you rub faster, legs shaking, your breath coming out in gasps to match his, back arching off the bed. It’s all so good, his praise, his dirty words, his gasps, his moans.
“Come on sweetie, I know you want my big cock but first… hng… first daddy wants you to cum hah… do that for me princess? Come for daddy, come on.”
“F-fuck… fuck… hnnng” You mewl. “M-Morax…”
“I got you darling I’m right here, you can cum baby I want to taste you.”
“Ah A-Ah!” Your mouth parts into a silent scream and your whole body tenses and shudders, pleasure buzzing in your veins and under your flushed sweaty skin. Your juices spill against your hand but you imagine them wetting his chin as his voice groans and moans in your ears. You picture those half-lidded sultry golden eyes glowering at you.
“That’s a very good girl…” He chuckles, and your hazy mind can picture him nuzzling at your inner thighs. “Now, now get ready babygirl, give me your legs like this.” A noise of sheets shifting registers in your brain “Around my shoulder and let me just… hng… stroke my big cock ready for you.”
Oh you were floating, your head was spinning, you parted your legs, following his every command, fingers still rubbing at your oversensitive folds to simulate whatever he was doing. You moan at the slick jerking sound and vaguely lament not having something to fill you up as he would.
“Hmm… we’re just getting started, my dear.” He hisses.
The night was long and the audio not even halfway…
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Even though you ended up going to sleep way past any reasonable time you didn’t really feel tired. In fact, you slept wonderfully, warm and sated. And so, you headed up to class with a carefree skip and bright smile, excited to see what this new day and new year would bring you.
The classroom was rather big but looked pretty empty even though the professor was already there, you slid into one of the front seats and quickly checked the time. You weren’t late or anything, he was just… punctual and early, it seems. Which is more than can be said by the majority of the students… if they are even coming to the class.
Some general studies were mandatory classes, though you’d only had to take a couple courses before moving to subjects more in line with your chosen career. But for now, seems like you had to deal with… history.
The professor was, well… handsome, to be quite honest. And you found yourself quietly admiring him from afar. Prim and proper with long silky dark hair in a low ponytail, a perfectly neat and brown suit, and thin elegant glasses that only drew more attention to his striking gold eyes. Not a crease in sight, not a hair out of place.
He was rather meticulous it seems, with the way he organized his material, checking the time before starting the class on the dot.
“Greetings everyone, my name is Zhongli.” He smiles warmly. “I believe a welcome in is order as this is your first day of college, a new stage of your life.”
No way.
Absolutely no fucking way.
His voice…
“Seems like you’re stuck with me for your very first class.” He chuckles.
Low and deep and velvet.
Oh, you know that exact same sound.
Your eyes widen.
Oh shit.
Mr. Zhongli is Morax…
“Let’s hope this year shall be a good and prosperous one, hm?”
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Raphael x Human Tav
Thinking about Raphael not knowing how to love healthily, Raphael who becomes obsessed with Tav. Human Tav. Becomes obsessed with them in the most twisted and corrupted way.
Not quite knowing what it is that he feels,
But absolutely hating whatever it is.
Raphael whose human side is stronger than he would ever dare to admit, especially when it comes to feelings.
For roughly two thousand years he had been lonely—yes, he had a personal incubus, he had servants, souls, and warlocks. But he didn’t have Tav.
Tav who seems to enjoy the conversations they have, Tav who looks at him without fear, and with no intention of asking for his favour like every other mortal did before. They weren’t easy, weren’t stupid, weren’t blindly naive.
Raphael was lonely, deep inside, walls put up high to keep possible vulnerabilities from getting to him, to keep himself safe, to control his environment without any weak spots.
Yet there they were.
A weak spot.
A mortal. A mortal that made him feel less alone, no matter how short lived and rushed their conversations had been so far.
A mortal that he found himself thinking of and protecting from afar, a mortal he was slowly becoming more and more obsessed with.
A mortal.
A mortal that would die one day, no matter how safe he managed to keep them.
A mortal who was so vulnerable to the passing of time.
A human lifetime was but a moment to him.
He would be lonely again, would still think of them.
They would weaken him just to leave him.
And it would drive him insane.
Unless… unless he robbed them of their mortality,
Made them stay
Forever.
»Nothing is immune to Time. Not even eternity.«
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