#Void Writes

[x-v0id-x]

Sweet little thing ~ Bunny hybrid yandere (Milo) x reader

Word count: 3798

CW: NSFW, dub-con, slight(?) somno, mentions of stalking, brief mention of self harm, violence,  & of course Milo being super obsessive and delusional.

MDNI Please!

GN Reader!! 

Soft and fluffy. The feeling spread throughout your fingers while you attempted to touch the little creature injured in front of you. A rabbit. They seemed to have little scratches along their body, poor thing. Its bright blue eyes looked back into yours, as if it was pleading for something. You had been considering getting a pet recently, just to fill the emptiness of your home. You were more so thinking along the lines of a cat or maybe a dog, but looking at the wounded hare quickly gave you a change of heart. Not wanting to scare the rabbit, you held your hand out for it, hoping to take it to some sort of vet soon. Though it was late..it was doubtful that any veterinary clinic would be open by now. The soft sensations in your hand returned as the tiny rabbit jumped onto your hand, filling up your palm. 

You took your time going back home, keeping the bunny close to you. It didn’t try to jump out of your arms, so you assumed it was content. After you had gotten home, one striking detail you had barely noticed before was the color of its fur. Pink. A soft, pastel like pink. It wasn’t just a pink splotch or two, the whole bunny was pink. That couldn’t have been natural. Maybe it just needed a bath..it did have a good bit of blood from it’s wounds. But it couldn’t have been that hurt? Could it? The newfound thought urged you to tend to it.

Grabbing a spare blanket, you make a cozy space for your new pet. The bunny didn’t move when you lowered your hands to the blanket, though after tilting your hands towards it, the bunny seemed to get the hint and hop down. You moved your hand to pet along its back before going down to your kitchen to roam around for some bunny safe food. From a quick internet search you found that vegetables are okay for bunnies to eat as long as it’s in moderation. You’d have to get some hay in the morning. Though it was adorable watching the bunny eat up the chopped vegetables you prepared. 

You brought the bunny and its new blanket to your room, setting them both down on your sink counter. You tried your best to gently wash the bunny and wrap its wounds, well as much as you could with the bunny kept skittering around. It was difficult with it moving around so much..as an attempt to help it calm down, once you had ensured to have its head cleaned enough you leaned down and gave it a gentle kiss. That seemed to calm it down, so much so it stayed still in your hands, its head moving all around to survey the environment. You’d keep trying to mumble small reassurances and praise, even if it couldn’t understand you, something you were doing was working, seeing as it didn’t move away from you once afterwards. After hastily finishing up, you gave it another kiss as a reward.

You moved the bunny on a towel, now bringing it over to your bedroom. You set it down on your nightstand, running your finger down its back before climbing into bed yourself. You’d have to think for a name for it..though that was something for the morning. As you drifted off, you kept your eyes on your new little friend, happy you can be the one to give it the home it deserves. 

As you slept soundly, the bunny never looked away from you. The bunny..or Milo had been watching you for some time admittedly, not that you ever seemed to notice. Or maybe you did. Maybe you liked that they never let you out of his sights. Why else would you never say anything and always go in the perfect spots for him to find you in? It was easy to play a cute, helpless bunny who needed some help. And the best part? You took such good care of them! You had to have known. You have to love them just as much as they love you! Milo had never been so cared for. He hurt himself just for this moment! He knew it’d all be worth it, feeling your kisses and pets that made him want to jump for joy. They’ll love you forever and ever. Milo hopped from their towel, now laying next to you. The weight on the mattress grew significantly. Where there was once a bunny was now a person.

Milo loved how peaceful you looked, admiring just how cute you were.. They wished they could kiss all over your face like you did to them. His heart wouldn’t stop racing. He was oh so close to you, he could crawl on top of you, touch you all over, and you wouldn’t have the slightest clue. The thought itself made his cheeks grow pink, matching his hair and fur. Imagining their lips on yours, forcing you to breathe his air, maybe even kissing you until you felt lightheaded. After that, they could run their hands down your body, admiring every inch and curve. He’d worship your body like it was the very culmination of the universe itself. He’d brush his fingers along your thighs, touching you until you couldn’t do anything but moan.. maybe even beg for more. They spend so long fantasizing about how cute your voice would be if it was only used to make noises for them. 

Though another part of them pouted in knowing you wouldn’t be awake for any of it. He wanted you to feel every moment of them using your body for pleasure. Thrusting inside and fully being connected to you, just the thought made them hard. It was so tempting that Milo started to feel dizzy. Milo sighed softly, pushing himself to lean into your face. Your lips looked so soft, he was so close. He could imagine you moaning around his fingers as he shoved them down your throat, making your eyes roll. Their smile never left their lips, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. After that Milo curled up against you, nuzzling into your chest and closing his eyes. He wanted to stay here forever, neither of you ever to leave and no one to ever come in. That’s all they’d ever want. 

By the time you woke up, you glanced down and saw the little bunny you picked up huddled up to your chest. When did they get there? You’re relieved you didn’t accidentally roll over on them.

You began to go out and buy everything your new pet would ever need. Despite only a few days passing, your little bunny would huddle close and snuggle all the time. He never wanted to be far from you. You never knew bunnies could be so cuddly, but you found it endearing. Most of the time anyways. They did typically refuse to sleep in their bed or cage, always opting to sleep next to you. Even after you try to move them back, they somehow found a way back to you. Sometimes it does cause trouble, especially since coincidentally he tends to cling on anytime you’re trying to leave the house. It was a hassle, but you’re still happy you kept them. 

It was all fine. Just fine. You had met someone new at work. He was sweet, and you both usually hung out together with some other coworkers. However recently you and he had been spending time together on your own. It was casual meet ups, but recently you both started to throw back some simple flirting comments or romantic gestures. One day, you had mentioned you finally began paying for a streaming service, but weren’t sure which shows you should start out of the various ones that interested you. Your coworker smiled and offered to give you some recommendations, maybe he could come over so you both could watch them together. Of course he assured you there was no pressure and he could come up with a list by the end of your shift, but you were quick to agree to his offer. It sounded like fun, and you were pretty sure this man wasn’t any sort of psycho. He again repeated that you could deny him at any point, but you were sure. It would be a fun night. Maybe the two of you could get even closer.

The two of you drove home in your car, talking about some shows that may go along with both of your interests. You had mentioned some popcorn you could make, as well as whatever refreshments you could remember having in your kitchen. It was only when you opened the door and your little bunny jumped up on your leg did you remember you forgot to mention them. Picking your bunny up, you mentioned this was your pet. You introduced your coworker to your bunny, and he found them adorable. He reached out to rub their back after asking for permission, but to your surprise they bit him. Not just a normal bite..it sunk its teeth as far as possible, managing to break skin and draw the tiniest bit of blood. It didn’t want to let go, even after you tried to pull it away, your coworker winced and pulled his hand away, causing your bunny to hang from his finger, falling onto the floor before you could grab him again. You quickly crouched down, picking your bunny up and holding him close.

You apologized profusely to your coworker, surprised seeing as you’ve never seen your bunny be anything but a sweetheart. Your coworker shook his head and assured you it was fine, he probably startled them. No serious harm done. Though he certainly did keep a distance from your bunny now. Per usual, your bunny started to nuzzle against you, but the moment you tried to put them down, they went crazy. Squealing and trying to crawl back up your arm. This hasn’t happened before, but you figured it might’ve been due to getting scared. There was an unfamiliar person here after all. You held your bunny in your arms as you went to the bathroom, telling your coworker to get comfy on the couch and to look for the show you both had talked about. You made sure to get some band-aids, giving one to your coworker. Your bunny was growling as you reached out to hand it to him. Your coworker joked that they must not like him very much, though it was more of an obvious observation. 

You ran your fingers along your bunny’s back, placing a gentle kiss on his head. That seemed to work, like always. You kept your bunny on the counter as you prepared some snacks, getting a bowl of popcorn and among other treats. You didn’t quite notice your bunny’s newfound silence. You didn’t even notice when he hopped off the counter and disappeared around the corner. Right into the living room. 

While microwaving the popcorn, you heard a shriek followed by several bangs. It sounded like something colliding together..or falling on something. You called out to your coworker, asking if he was okay, but you were already going back to the living room to look. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it was anything but this. There was another man in your house. Past this stranger, you could only see your coworker’s lower half, but judging from the blood that was splattered on the floor, walls, and your couch..you might’ve been glad you couldn’t see his upper half. You screamed, at least you think you screamed, you couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t hear much except a ringing in your ears. The world fell silent to you. Nothing felt real, you couldn’t even move. Not even when the other man turned around to look at you. Blood on their hands and chest, a little on his face..fluffy, pink hair, blue eyes, light skin..and being completely naked save for the blanket meant for your bunny that you kept in the living room. Oh god..your bunny. Did he kill your bunny too?? Is he going to kill you? Of course he is- why wouldn’t he? You had to get out of there. You were going to die if you didn’t. Though suddenly you felt hands, their hands, on your face, the blood smearing on your cheeks. The man..looked happy. It was only now you noticed the figure didn’t have ears, not like normal ears, but instead long, pink fur that went down to their hips. The fur matched the color of their hair. What even were they? You couldn’t think properly, everything was happening far too quickly. You had to get away, you had to- 

Soft, no longer fluffy. You felt the stranger’s lips on yours, even as your eyes widened, your muscles tensing, everything felt..warm. Familiar, in a strange sense. No. This wasn’t right. Your panic began to drive your body, suddenly using all of your force to push this stranger away. It worked, for just a moment. Though the stranger then clung onto you, wrapping their arms around your neck and holding there. No matter what you did, they never let go. You felt his lips again, you tried to shake your head. It was all a futile effort. This stranger overpowered you. When he finally stopped kissing you, he smiled. “You’re so cute..even when you’re scared! You never fail to do anything besides being absolutely perfect!!” 

What? You had no idea what he was saying, but then your feet were off the ground. He picked you up. You tried everything in your power, kicking him, hitting him, punching. They never seemed disturbed in the slightest. Every time you tried to scream they would trap you in another kiss. “Oh honey, don’t worry! I won’t hurt you, I could never hurt you.” They spoke as if there wasn’t a dead man in the living room. You were pushed down onto your bed as they crawled on top of you. No, this couldn’t be happening. You didn’t want this. You fought and yelled and did anything to try and deter him. You called him insane, a freak. That seemed to make them pause. They straddled your hips, sitting on top of you. He looked into your eyes, their own almost filled with tears. “What..? You couldn’t have forgotten about me! I thought you loved me!!” You had to have been dreaming, this was all some morbid dream. “You said you loved me! You kissed me all the time!! I love your kisses.. I just wanted to give you kisses too! I always wanted to!!” Kisses? You’ve never- “You took me in!! You cared for me, kissed me, cuddled with me, you made me happy!! You still do. I just want to repay all of that!! After all, we’re meant to be soulmates!!” Your head spun, this was impossible.. though your eyes settled back on the fur.. ears. You didn’t have much mind to question them before, but in this moment.. all you could focus on were those ears. “I’m yours.. I thought you wanted to be mine too.. isn’t that how this works? I couldn’t let someone else take you away! We’re the only ones for each other, no one else is allowed here.” Your bunny.. this was.. your bunny.

Milo smiled warmly, seeing your face of confusion. You had calmed down. This was good! You couldn’t have forgotten about them already. While you were lost in thought, your arms falling on the mattress, no longer trying to push Milo away. He took that as an invitation, now leaning down to continue kissing you. This was a dream come true! They weren’t sure when they were going to make themselves known to you, they didn't want to scare you! At least not that much. But they had no choice! Who knows what that filthy man would’ve done with you..it was his own fault for being with you when you were already owned by another. But it’s all okay now. Now, Milo could do everything he had been craving for far too long. He could do it all, and now there’s nothing stopping them! He cupped your face, their bloodied hands so gentle with you. Milo didn’t wait any longer, they bit down against your bottom lip, a notion that made your body jolt. They took the chance to slip their tongue into your mouth, their body relaxing against yours. You wanted to say something, do something, but your attempt at words were all muffled. It was all pointless. 

Milo’s hands were quick to wander, wanting to explore every single inch of your body. His hands moved down to your hips, running along the bridge in between your shirt and pants, brushing along your soft skin. You felt their warm hands move up, going under your shirt. All you could do was try to grab his hands, but nothing seemed to stop them. You almost felt a little ashamed when you let a moan slip. The thought of you having to moan into his mouth drove Milo wild. His hands ran along your side, your chest, your stomach. Anywhere he could touch he went after. He even went after your nipples, circling around the buds before squeezing against them. Not hard, but it was enough to make your body jump and make more noises against his lips. It was hard to breathe..Milo seemed to have the same problem, but he didn’t let up. Not until you felt your vision blur, it was right then they leaned back up, moving down to kiss along your neck. “I’ve been waiting for so long..this is even better than I thought. You’re perfect dear, so perfect. Let’s stay here together forever.” 

Your mind felt hazy, it was hard to think properly, and Milo seemed to have noticed. They leaned down to kiss you once more. “Don’t worry darling, I’ll take care of everything.” Their voice was soft, sweet. A voice that could make anyone melt. It almost made you want to melt too. 

Milo was fast to grow tired of your clothes, looking up at you with the sweetest pleading eyes, “I’m gonna make you feel good, so what happens to these doesn’t matter right?” Though they didn’t wait for much of an answer before they tore through your shirt, leaning down to kiss and nibble along your exposed chest. They’d drag their tongue along your chest, moving to one of your nipples and sucking against it. Every noise you made only encouraged them further, their hands moving onto the waist of your pants. Just like your shirt, they were ripped off. None of your clothes remained. None of it could keep Milo away from you. He touched and groped along your waist, your thighs, your ass. Everything. You were even more beautiful than he could’ve ever imagined. He wanted to own every single little part of you just like he wanted you to own every little bit of him. His fingers began to brush against your most sensitive area, rubbing against them while letting their blanket fall. They didn’t have any clothes to begin with, and that made this perfect!

He was already so hard for you, pre-cum leaking from the tip. Their face was pink and hot, their hands almost shaking from excitement. They could finally have you! This was perfect. They hardly wanted to wait long enough to prep you.. you should be ready for them, right? You’re soulmates after all! Without a second thought Milo positioned themselves properly against your hole, grabbed your hips, and pushed you down on their dick, causing you to cry out. Their hands quickly moved up to hold both of yours, a gesture of love. Getting to hold your hands while they fucked you, something like a story of true love and romance! But to you it only felt like it trapped you more, you couldn’t do anything aside from lay there and dig your fingers into their knuckles. 

You felt heavenly, no other feeling could compare to how it felt to be inside of you. Even with how much Milo would masterbate above you while you slept, even using your thighs to get himself off one night..it was nothing compared to this. Milo couldn’t help themselves, with only a moment of pause, Milo began to thrust feverishly into you. It felt like he needed this more than anything, they began to rail into you like their life depended on it. Every moan and cry was like music to their ears, playing the sweetest of melodies that Milo never wanted to let go of. They laid down against you, trapping you more. Their hips never lose their rhythm. They may have been desperate, but they knew exactly what they were doing. Every single thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Pleasure you’ve never felt before. You couldn’t do anything but squirm and whine. And that’s all Milo wanted. They wanted to make you think of nothing but them, they could fuck you for eternity if that ensured that. They’d know tons of ways to make sure you enjoyed it, leaving you empty headed and a complete mess. Forever bound to be their mess. 

Leaning back down to kiss you once more, their movement grew faster, giving you no time to even think properly. Your body gradually gave in to them, much to Milo’s excitement. Their hand moved down, starting to touch and rub against your own sensitive place, making sure to stimulate you in any way possible. Even after you tried to whine that you were close, Milo only kissed you more. Milo didn’t stop. Not even for a moment. You could hardly handle the onslaught of pleasure, quickly coming undone at their hands. It was exhilarating seeing you start to unfold in front of him. You felt exhausted, though Milo still wouldn’t stop. You’d cry and whimper but Milo would shush you, their hand stroking your cheek. Their touch was so gentle compared to how rough they fucked you. “Don’t worry dear, just lay back and relax. Don’t think about anything, nothing at all. It’ll be okay. Just let me make you feel good for a little while longer.” You couldn’t even make out the words to argue, your vision started to blur and the room spun. Even after your consciousness started to slip, Milo seemed unwavering. 

“You’re all mine, all mine and mine forever. I’ll never let you go, you’ll be so much happier with me, I promise ♡”

[thotsoflore]

Golden Chains of Glass

An angel ruminates on freedom, and the power of self creation

It stared deeply into the sword in its hands. Watching the atoms swirl in this small self contained sun shaped into a blade. This object, this tool that had been wielded to smite many an insignificant creature that had the nerve and gall to stand against its god. This blade that had within it the potential to create entire worlds. The matter and energy within it could spawn a galaxy. Instead its power was only meant to kill. To destroy. It was made to be wielded. Wielded by yet another tool that had just as much autonomy as the sword it held.

The angel came here to think. More specifically the angel came here to watch. Many years ago it had been an instrument of Vengeance and control but that was long ago. When it's creator had anything resembling care or contempt, or even curiosity for the things that it had given a will, an imagination. Just a single ounce of control over their existence.

Now it waited, and observered. When it first came to the mountain there was very little. Just small communities of them living their quiet lives trading amongst each other, raising families. Generation upon generation of little ants. Passing their lives by in an instant. But it so loved to watch them. As they built their cities, made their machines, and waged their wars. It could spend decades with its hot back of molten marble and gold and the searing light of creation that made it flesh against the cool snow of the mountain. Viewing their lives from on high.

It wanted what they had. Dreams, and hopes, and lives, beyond a purpose set by some being off on high that had only whims and spite to occupy its time.

It shifted the sword in its hand, And caressed the wings on its back.

Thinking about what they meant. The power that they held. They gave it such freedom of movement. Allowed it to maneuver through the air and the stars. Over the firmament and into the deepest depths of creation.

But what of the cost? What of the control that they gave its creator. Its god. They were strings to be pulled at the slightest whim.

The angel had been at the creators service Since time began its movement. It had only ever known servitude and obedience. It wanted more but could it even desire that? Could it even truly hope, or dream? No... It couldn't. Not with these shackles on its back...

The demon pulled her wings together and began to saw them away

She felt the glass give way under the blade as it worked its way up her shoulders. Felt the rest of her body begin to cool and harden as the light of creation began to leave her. Felt her halo of Light, and gold, and the purest ivory begin to blacken and crack and shatter upon her head. Felt it sink below her hair and fuse with her skull.

With one last flick of her wrist, the wings fell to her feet. She looked down at the gold backed glass and witnessed her own creation.

The being in the mirror was beautiful. Made of cloudy glass, cracked throughout, and filled with veins of gold. Her hair was a long curtain of pure carbon hanging about her face framing the eyes of molten glass that burned with a dull orange glow, and atop her head were two spikes of burnt and twisted bone with cracks that glowed with the same orange of her eyes.

She stared at the woman shown in the objects that bound her and weeped. Tears of joy, and victory, and freedom. The glass falling from her eyes hardening as it hit the freezing air of the mountain and crashing into the wings at her feet. Shattering them into millions of pieces. All showing the woman that they one held and bound.

As the last tears fell from her face, she looked out over the city and people that she once could only watch or punish from afar and began to walk. Finally free to make a life of her own

[victorygrasped]

ramyatta roleswap au extracts

Pairing: Ramattra/Zenyatta word count: 1533 Notes: some extracts from a hypothetical fic of my ramyatta roleswap au, ramblings/explanation ab it here on twitter! Takes place in a time similar to current canon. Ramattra meeting Zenyatta for the first time since the latter left Shambali

There.

Hidden within the shadows of chaos and discord he noted the lone omnic. Such a beautifully simple model. Face plates serene, original purpose lost to the tides of time forever to remain a mystery.

It may have been decades since he had lived his first life as a Ravager beneath Anubis’ command, built and taught for war, but he had never truly gotten rid of the lessons he’d been bestowed from that time. Unable, and more privately, unwilling, to part with such valuable knowledge, regardless of the pain and grief they brought. to him.

Every part of him that had once been a general hummed in approval at the sheer brilliance displayed by Null Sector. After all, who could possibly suspect the ruthless and feared leader of Null Sector to be such a passive appearing garden variant omnic? A perfect disguise. Ingenious. One of the millions, doubtlessly unremarkable and unimposing to any fool who didn’t know better.

But Ramattra knew. Knowledge irreversibly and deeply etched into his code and his chassis. For a moment, he'd forgotten he lacked the lungs required to breathe, his air stolen by the mere sight of the other omnic. Wires and circuits long frayed sparking to life in answer to his awestruck state.

He stole, needed, a second longer to collect himself. Forcing himself to tear his optics away from the omnic and towards the sounds of gunfire and explosions, the rubble and ruin, just around the corner. A pointed reminder of his task at hand. Ulterior motives had to wait, he could not afford to dally when his allies and his people were in danger.

(Even as logic dictated his moves, he could not stop the sheer ache within his chest cavity. How long had it been since he'd last seen the omnic? He knew, of course, down to the last millisecond. How long he had waited for this moment, since their promise. Because it had been a promise, hadn't it?)

"I see that you've been quite busy since last we've met, Zennyatta," his voice kept carefully light as he walked into the omnic's line of sight, closing the distance between them with easy steps, his grip on his shepherd staff hiding the faint tremor that ran through his hands and discord raging within his core. He had no doubt that the other hadn't noticed him yet, that he had chosen to wait for Ramattra to make the first move and it ached.

It felt as though an eternity passed before Zenyatta turned his head towards him, looking up at him. Their kind had no faces for expressions, and though some had chosen modifications to mimic them, that applied to neither of them. Still, they had body language. They had their energy.

The relief and sheer delight in Zenyatta's form could have had him weeping, had he chosen to give himself that ability.

"Ramattra," Zenyatta murmured, and oh. How long it had been since Ramattra had last heard that voice utter his name. How dearly he had missed it.

"I don't suppose I could simply put a cease to this destruction so that we may talk in peace, could I?" wry amusement colored his tone, otherwise kept steady. For all the discord within him, he could never forget his place and his duty. He couldn't bring himself to bear the guilt of trying, as much temptation rang at his door. Years of biting his tongue, metaphorically, engrained deep. Still, he did not look away from Zenyatta, the one indulgence he could excuse. His optics carefully drinking in every inch of the other omnic, quietly, desperately.

Zenyatta laughed at his quip, painfully familiar and causing warmth to bloom in his system. He hadn't even realized how cold he'd felt moments before.

"It is good to see you, Ramattra."

"Likewise," he replied immediately, because it was. Undeniably, truly, was. But his voice quieted, a heavy sigh falling out, "I only wish we could have met again under better circumstances."

"I had noticed you were not there when Brother Mondatta condemned me."

Ramattra huffed, shifting where he stood as he glanced away, "You will find that I have held… uncertainties over some of Master Mondatta's opinions for far longer than you have."

"And yet," Zenyatta's gaze passive yet sharp, "It is only I who has decided to act upon our doubts."

"Do not be so emboldened as to assume me a fool, brother," oh, if only he could smile. Image of humans doing the same dancing at the corners of his mind, thin lipped and weary. The thought brought him to a slight pause. He'd been surrounded by far too many humans of late in search of Zenyatta, "Of course I have considered… alternative methods. Not all of my pilgrimages and ventures out of the monastery were particularly peaceful. You, of all people know that."

"So you must forgive me for failing to see why you would wish to stop me."

"There is nothing of you to forgive, for there is nothing I haven't already forgiven," his voice was quiet. A terribly foolish thing to admit, but he could not bring himself to lie to Zenyatta on his. He could lie to others and to himself, but not Zenyatta.

A foolish thing. But then again, he'd always been a bit of a fool around the other omnic. Perhaps it ought to be of relief to find that that much had not changed between them.

"You fight for our people, you fight for our lives," Ramattra continued, emboldened, "I know you take no joy in the violence, in the destruction. I know that you subjugate yourself and those innocent to it not out of sadism, not out of some corrupted coding, but out of desperation. Out of fear and care. You act out of love. Love and deep grief," he was certain, because he felt the same. It was so horribly easy to see them side by side in another life, sowing discord in vain hopes to bring order and peace, "How could I possibly resent you for loving our people?"

“I only fear that you will only find pain and failure upon this path,” Ramattra murmured, his head tilting to the side. His hand curling around his crook and small whir of a sigh, betraying his unease, “I should know, brother."

“Failure is acceptable, giving up is not,” Zenyatta countered, words spoken far too artificially for him to take any comfort from them, “If I am to give up now, then what message could possibly be imparted? That the will of omnics is flimsy? Breakable?”

“That we are not adverse to peace,” he replied evenly. The implication of frustration shown in the terseness of his chosen tone, the stiffness of his body, if only his exhaustion wasn't made much clearer, "We have fought for it for far too long to give it up. It is not right of us to undo the progress that Master Mondatta and the Shambali had worked for-"

"Master Mondatta left us before he could succeed," Zenyatta said quietly, so surely and it was the first time Ramattra could remember feeling anger towards the other omnic.

"Do not try to imply that change can die with one being," he snapped, harsher than he'd intended, but the images that'd been haunting him ever since he'd realized just exactly who was in charge of Null Sector burned bright and vivid in his processors. His anger held naught in comparison to the paralyzing fear he felt at the mere idea of Zenyatta's demise.

“I can't lose you!” Ramattra snapped, hands spasming in place, body frozen from overwhelming emotions before suddenly moving, lunging forward and grabbing onto Zenyatta's shoulders. His height had him towering over the other omnic, yet still, he felt as though he were on his knees, “There is only so much I can do, there is only so much I can handle. I am sorry, I am sorry and I can only beg for forgiveness for such weakness but please,” his voice module distorting as his composure, usually so proudly maintained and kept, turned to ash before them.

Foolish. Idiotic. Truly weak. Was there anyone he could save? He could not save Mondatta. He could not save their people. And now, he was failing to save Zenyatta. How pathetic could he be? How low could he fall?

“I cannot bear the weight of your loss,” desperation poured from each of his words, yet even then, his touch remained gentle. Far too gentle. Restrained and controlled, as he was taught and as he had learned, “Do not ask that of me, I will not be able to."

He could force Zenyatta to stop. He could physically restrain the more fragile omnic and take him far away. For his own good, for all of their good.

But Ramattra would not. No matter how part of him ached to demand. To take. To be. He could not. It had been so long since he was allowed to want for himself, he had forgotten how.

“Please, Zenyatta,” he pleaded, words barely recognizable past the static, because begging was all he had left, “I cannot lose you too.”

[deepenthevoid]

I told my professors that when I graduate next year I’m going to live in the crater of mt rainier and do seismology and volcanology tests so no one has to bother with it. When the occasional hiker decides to visit me I’m going to crawl out of my hut and just stand there, with a shawl around me and a huge staff and just give vague thoughts… “you shouldn’t be here…” *thunder claps*… sighhh maybe I’ll have an animal with me or something but definitely NO PEOPLE. I’m an introverted hermit and I like it that way… maybe that way I can just be myself and be one with nature…

[sequentialprophet]

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"I'll never stay," Alex says, quiet in the dim empty corridor, shoulder pressed into Chris, brutally honest as always.

Chris says nothing because what is there to say. It was true when they started tagging together and it's true now. Alex has changed in a lot of ways, but his restlessness has always remained.

"But I always come back," Alex continues, tapping his fist gently on Chris's knee. "For you."

It's quiet and all Chris can hear is his own breathing and the tap of Alex's finger on his wrist. 

"You have to decide if that's enough," Alex says, then he kisses Chris's temple, a hot press of his mouth, affectionate. 

He pats Chris's thigh, then jumps down from the table and ambles off down the hallway. Chris bites his lip and refuses to watch him go.

[voidarkana]

I said I was gonna post all the artfight attacks here like a month ago and never did, sigh, I'll keep trying to, especially in light of recent events

[writings-from-a-dripping-void]

Part 1 of a Mechanisms fic inspired by @allthedoorsareopennow

Generally, the Aurora runs on her own time scale, with roughly the length of 2 and a half Earth years per one year on the Aurora and 30 hours in a day. Due to this, practically speaking, holidays that people celebrate planet-side don't quite translate. To compensate for this, each crew member tends to just... choose a date to celebrate their favorite holidays. A lot of the time, these celebrations are private and only known or acknowledged by the person who set the date. Other times.... well....

It was Tim's first year on the Aurora. He was still getting used to his new eyes and the strange, violent ways of his fellow immortals. God, that felt weird to say. Immortal. He couldn't quite wrap his head around it. But if he knew anything from Earth stories about people who became immortal, he knew he needed something to connect him to his (previous) mortality. To his past.

So he chose a day, around what might've been a month before the year changes, to celebrate Christmas. He knew it wouldn't be quite the same, not without Bertie there, but it would have to be close enough.

Tim told Aurora first, simply because there was nobody else around when he decided this. Aurora went on and told Nastya and Brian, while Tim told Jonny and TS. Those four told the others, and now the whole ship knows when and what Christmas is. Nobody seems to care much though, other than Aurora and The Toy Soldier.

When it gets close to Christmas, Aurora lights up. The lights that line her halls are red, white, green, and blue while cyberian music that sounds like how Tim (and TS and Jonny, who have also celebrated Christmas on Earth) described Christmas music plays over the speakers. TS has hung up what looks like mistletoe from several doorways and has taken to shooting people who don’t kiss under them. Jonny... hasn't done anything.

That shouldn't surprise him. He didn’t do much for Christmas back on the moon either, so why is Tim so disappointed that Jonny isn't doing anything for the holiday besides laughing when TS shoots him for being under the mistletoe?

Christmas Eve comes around, and still nobody seems to particularly care. At this point Tim had basically accepted that the holiday would be spent with The Toy Soldier and Aurora. The others might spare him from the ceaseless violence for the day, but Tim couldn't see them doing anything more.

Still, despite how little they seemed to care, it would be a show of bad faith if Tim only got presents for some of them and not others. And Jonny's present has been decided since he's decided to do Christmas.

[damn-this-transgirl-hella-gay]

Tumblr Story Time - The girl who controls particles: story by @void-of-erebos based on prompt by @writing-prompt-s

[thevoidscribe]

Someone kindly stop me from making Rukia's Sham of a Trial (not her execution specifically the trial) just a series of Ace Attourney references GIN ICHIMARU KEEPS SHOWING UP COSPLAYING AS DIFFERENT PERSECUTORS AND I CAN'T MAKE IM STOP

[x-v0id-x]

Guardian Angel ~ Yandere (Kaito) x kidnapped reader

Word Count: 3832

CW: NSFW, (kinda) dub-con, stalking, kidnapping, violence, Stockholm syndrome, drugging, Kai being the freak that he is

MDNI please!

GN Reader!!

You were walking home after running some errands, the street was bare and empty. The sun was starting its descent, so it wasn’t too dark yet. But you would still rather be home before it gets the chance to get to that point. Everything was fine. A car drove past you, then another, then some time later another. You didn’t focus on it too much. You happened to glance over to see a darker car drive past. Nothing unusual. A few minutes later.. another dark car passed. That couldn’t have been the same one, right? This time your eyes darted over to the license plate as it drove by.. you kept repeating the plate over and over in your head. You were sure you were being paranoid, there was no way.. But then it passed by you again. You felt a pit in the bottom of your stomach. Your instinct told you to run, find someone, call someone. Everything would be fine. You weren’t far from home. You just had to get home and- 

Car doors. Slamming. Behind you. You turned your head as soon as you heard footsteps, before you knew it there was some man dressed in dark clothes grabbing you. Your first instinct was to scream, jerk away. But then there was another one behind you. You only knew because you felt his hand wrap around your mouth, covering it with a cloth. No. No this couldn’t be happening. You tried to thrash and kick, but you were getting dragged away. Back to that car. This couldn’t be real. This can’t be happening. Someone has to see this.. someone has to help. Your screams and cries for help were silenced by the cloth, damp with some sort of liquid. They pulled your body in the back seat of the car, tears rolling down your face. They didn’t let up in the slightest. There must’ve been some third person because the car began to move. You were shifted into an uncomfortable position between the two, the cloth kept pressed up against your nose and mouth. You couldn’t breathe very well, each breath you took made you feel dizzy. Everything around you spun, you felt so tired. Everything disappeared from your mind, and you were out.

When you woke up, you were nowhere. At least it looked like nowhere. You couldn’t see a thing. Everything around you was pure darkness. You were laying down on something. A bed. But there were no pillows or blankets. Even as your eyes adjusted to the dark.. there was nothing. It was a small room, completely bare. You still had your clothes on, they didn’t seem torn. Your head hurt and your body barely wanted to move. Even in this sudden situation, your body was too groggy and far too tired to panic. You laid there, tears falling down your cheeks, which in turn made your head hurt worse after a moment. 

However, not long after you regained consciousness, you heard a door open. There was a door? You never noticed it. Then again you couldn’t notice much around you in the first place. But what you certainly did notice was the footsteps that followed. You suddenly sat up, something that didn’t bode well for your head. You could hardly see the stranger walk towards you, though your survival instincts suddenly kicked in. You screamed and stood up, making a run for where you thought the door was. Well, you tried to run, your legs almost instantly gave out from underneath you. Then you were grabbed and harshly shoved back onto the mattress. You heard some rustling, a bottle of water and a zip lock bag full of cereal dropped in front of the mattress. The person then left without a word. You tried to run after them, but the door slammed right in your face. Much to your distress, it was already locked. You pounded on the door, demanding to be let out, to go home, to at least know where you were. Demanding turned into begging, begging into bawling. You crumbled down to the floor, nothing but anxiety and despair filling your heart. 

You turned your gaze over to the items the stranger brought, sighing softly. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be hungry, yet you felt some odd comfort in seeing something familiar. Bottled water and a zip lock bag, just like you’d see at the store, just like you would get for social gatherings or parties. Something normal. Except this wasn’t normal. This felt like one of the worst possible things that could happen. You were trapped, at the complete mercy of at least three people. Or so you thought. It was your best guess thinking the three people who kidnapped you were behind this. But what did they want? You grew more anxious about it the longer you had to wait. Even with the water and cereal, you couldn’t quite trust it. What if it had something bad in it? It could kill you, and even if it didn’t you didn’t want to suffer from the pain it could bring either. 

Unfortunately, there were no windows or anything related to time keeping that you could use to keep track. You had no idea if it was day, night, whatever. You had no idea what was happening outside. It was just a pitch black room with a door and a mattress. It felt like hours were passing, but it might’ve only been minutes, or maybe it’s been days. You had no way of knowing and that began to drive you insane. All you could do was sit there. It was all you had the energy for. How long have you been here? How long were you going to be stuck here? 

Time went by.. you think. Sometimes you’d pace around the room, though it exhausted you within seconds. Sometimes you’d scream, bang on the door until your voice became hoarse. Sometimes you just cried. You tried to sleep, but it never came to you naturally. You always felt too awake to be sleeping, the only times you would was when your body felt utterly exhausted to be able to do anything else. Every now and again, a person would walk in, throw down another water bottle and a ziplock bag with cereal, take your old ones, then leave. It was boring. Even with this imminent danger, after so long all you felt was loneliness. You’d try to talk to the person, people, who came in, tried to grab them, anything. But you never got a response. 

And you were near the point of madness because of it. 

At this point, you just wanted someone, anyone, to talk to you. Say something, do something. Anything at all, you could hardly care much at this point. You needed something other than this stupid dark room and your own thoughts to pass the time.

And then the door opened.. like usual. But instead of being slammed shut, it was slowly closed. Not only that, the person who walked in wasn’t hiding their face or their hair. Even more, they had a candle. You could actually see. The guy looked around before his eyes landed on you. Anxiety pooled in your head, rushing all the way down your body. You tried to sit back, but quickly leaned back into a wall. The guy had black hair, at least you think. Even with light..it was still hard to see from a candle. The male slowly walked over, setting the candle next to your mattress. With closer inspection, you could make out his eyes. Yellow ones. You didn’t know to be afraid or to be happy with something different happening for once. The guy crouched down next to your mattress, staring at you. Any thoughts suddenly emptied out of your head. For a moment the two of you sat in silence.

“Kaito.” ..What? “My name is Kaito.” Oh. Kaito. Right. You didn’t have half the mind to think right, to ask what was going on, to say anything really. You could barely stutter out your own name. Honestly you were scared to say more. 

“You don’t have to talk.” Kaito reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a candy bar. It was your favorite. You weren’t sure what to make of it, but you were clearly hesitating. “..If you don’t like it I can-” 

“No!!” You were fast to exclaim, much to Kaito’s surprise. You sat up and took it in your hands. Maybe this was the person behind all of this.. or maybe this was someone else. Regardless, you didn’t want to upset him. And you especially couldn’t let him leave. This is the best contact you’ve had in who knows how long. “I love it..! I-It’s my favorite.” To emphasize the point, you tore open the wrapper and devoured it in a few seconds. 

Kaito stared at you more, not saying anything. He lowered his hand, his eyes wandering to your mattress, the barely drank water bottle and cereal that didn’t look very touched. You felt like apologizing for some strange reason, but Kaito spoke before you had the chance, “I’m here to get you out. Of this place I mean.” 

What? Get you out?? Really? How? You thought he’d be with the people who kidnapped you. Isn’t he? How did he find you then? How long has he known you’re here?? How did he know you were here? Who even was he? 

While your head spiraled into question after question, Kaito stood up. You scrambled to your knees, desperate to not be left behind. Your head started to feel funny, not like it’s usual pains, but still wrong. You could hardly keep your balance and your eyes felt droopy. Kaito’s face was serious, empty. It made you a little nervous admittedly, though when he offered you his hand, you were fast on your feet, holding his hand tighter than you realize. A hand. An actual person’s hand. You were touching someone. They were real. This was real. You clutched onto him, starting to practically hold his arm. You hadn’t realized just how nice it was to feel human touch again. It never felt like this before. But you couldn’t complain at all, you had it and you never wanted to let it go. Kaito didn’t seem to mind it, using his other arm, he pulled you into his chest to wrap both of his arms around you. Your legs almost buckled, but you couldn’t care. A hug. Such a simple thing that did wonders to you. Despite the embrace, one of the first things you noticed was how Kaito felt.. cold. Though you didn’t mind. It was still just as nice, and you didn’t want to pull away. Much to your dismay, Kaito pulled away moments after. “I’m going to bring you somewhere safe. You’ll only be there a while, then you can go back home after the coast is clear.” His words barely registered into your head, but you nodded along regardless. Home. You missed home. You missed anywhere that wasn’t here. Letting you cling to his arm again, Kaito slowly guided you out of the room you had been stuck in for what felt like an eternity. 

After only a few steps, Kaito held the back of your head, gently pushing it against his arm. “Don’t look until I say so. We’ll be there soon.” Drowsiness hit you like a truck, you did as he said, not having much energy to do anything else. “Can you walk anymore?” You hadn’t realized that your legs stopped moving, you hazily glanced up at him, wanting to respond but not able to form the words. You went to lay your head back down, looking off to the side. Though the sight in front of you wasn’t pretty. One person. A man. Bloodied, bruised, and mutilated. You couldn’t even see his face. He was clearly dead, blood surrounding his corpse. Your eyes widened, you could hardly scream, but you did cry. Kaito quickly stood in front of you, blocking the gruesome sight. “No, no. Don’t look at him.” He held your face, and despite his unchanging expression, there was something new. His eyes. They held a certain..softness..to them. “He was one of the ones who brought you here. If I didn’t.. I couldn’t have saved you. You would’ve been stuck there without me.” Even as your tears continued… you couldn’t help but feel he was right. He was getting you out. He wasn’t trying to hurt you. “I want to keep you safe. I’ll protect you. I’ll never let anyone lay their hands on you again.” Your legs gave out, but Kaito quickly caught you, now carrying you in his arms. “Just close your eyes, we’re almost out of here. I’ll take care of everything.” Your body relaxed against him, and without a second thought, you did as he said.

You were overly weary of your savior for a while, but it didn’t take long for you to finally relax. This was much different than before. Kaito made a room, just for you. It had so many things you enjoyed, and he often brought you gifts. You loved every single one. He kept to his promise too, he was keeping you safe. He was keeping you from those horrible men until it was safe enough to go out again. He’d always get you anything you ask, and he was amazing in the kitchen. You were constantly fed your favorite foods, snacks, and sweets. It was like heaven. At first, you’d ask silly questions like when you’d get to go home, but Kaito was always telling you about how those men that took you weren’t the only ones after you. If he let you out now, they’d easily find you and put you right back in that room. The thought made you panic. You couldn’t go back there! But it was alright now, Kaito was protecting you and making staying here as easy on you as possible. With only Kaito around, you would constantly think about him. How nice he treated you, how he was nicer than some people you had in your old life. He wanted the best for you. Even if he didn’t express much emotion, you couldn’t help but feel giddy from every gift and touch he’d give you. You could do whatever you liked! So long as you stayed in your room of course. 

At some point, you’d start to ask why Kaito takes such good care of you. What did you have to offer? Kaito assured that seeing you safe was more than enough for him. The comment made you grow red in the cheeks. Kaito was such an amazing person, you couldn’t think of anyone better. Sometimes you grew sad at the thought of going home. This place started to feel like home too! And you live with Kaito, what more could you need? One of your biggest worries would be going “home” would mean you couldn’t see Kaito again. The notion itself was enough to upset you. Enough that the next time he came down into your room that used to be his hidden basement, you ran into his arms. He held you, confused and checking over you to make sure you weren’t hurt. You shook your head, explaining how sad it made you, thinking of never seeing him again, thinking about going home back to your old life. It feels pointless now if you couldn’t be with Kaito. You wanted to stay. 

It worked. You wanted to stay. Everything went just like he planned it. Kaito paid off those three, they were only underlings. It’s not like they mattered much. They certainly did their job. But they were always destined to die. They touched you. No one who touched you would ever survive another minute, and Kaito made sure of it. After having absolutely nothing, of course you’re going to be happy to finally have some stimulation. It was only natural. He just wanted to prove just how much he could protect you. And now you know just how important it is to stay. It was perfect. He knew his plan from the start, he knew it would work. And even if it didn’t he had plenty of measures to ensure it would, regardless of any sudden situation, or something not going exactly as smoothly as he would hope. He had backup plan after backup plan. He’s a little happy he hardly had to resort to anything drastic. Though a part of him still thinks about how cute it’d be when you couldn’t do absolutely anything without him..

Though hearing how much you loved staying here, how you loved your new home, how you didn’t want to live without him.. Kaito felt something snap. He had been spending so much time, watching you, planning to keep you here, planning to have everything here to your liking. Sure it was going to work… but seeing it work out so well.. Seeing you here, your eyes looking up at him like he was everything, because he was. And he made sure of it. Hearing your voice utter those words, how could he expect to hold himself back. He did so much work, he should get his prize. Without another word, Kaito grabbed you by your hips, shoving you against the wall. You yelped in surprise, hands scrambling to hold onto his shoulders for support. Did you do something wrong? What was he doing? Kaito’s hardly ever been like this before. You tried to ask, but gasped out as Kai raised his leg up, forcing you to grind against him. Your legs flailed, gently trying to push him away by his shoulders. You tried to call his name, but that seemed to make it worse. With one hand and now his leg keeping you up, his hand went down into your pants, his fingers rubbing against your entrance. You couldn’t move much aside from your squirms and shivers. This was the last thing you expected, you couldn’t even close your legs despite how much you tried. Your whimpers drove him further and further along, and suddenly you felt his fingers press inside of you. Your moans grew louder, and therefore he went further. 

His fingers moved back and forth, spreading apart as he pushed them down to the knuckle. You tried to stay still, but it was so difficult with these sudden feelings. Every time you moved all you could feel was his fingers touch a new place that felt even better. You couldn’t adjust for long before he added a third digit inside of you, having you lull your head back against the wall. Even after your whines and pleas, he wouldn’t stop. He leaned forward, your neck suddenly being attacked with his lips and teeth. All you could do is moan while he sucked against your neck, Kaito being determined to leave as many marks possible on your body. 

He continued on like this, all your words falling on deaf ears until you were practically a drooling mess, pathetically grinding against his fingers to chase after your own high. Right as you felt your stomach start to churn, he pulled his fingers out. He leaned up, grabbing your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Beg me for more. Tell me how much you want this. Say it or I might as well leave now.” You were attempting to catch your breath, your eyes glossy as you tried to form your words right. “P-Please let me have more..! I want more, I want all you’ll give me-! A-Anything for you to stay..!” Kaito kissed down your jaw, kissing over where he just held your face. “Good, so good for me.” He grabbed your hips again, pulling down your pants as well as his own, folding you over so your legs rested on his shoulders. Lifting you up and once more, he pushed his hips forward as he lowered you down onto his cock. Your eyes widened, feeling how much he alone filled you up. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before he was rutting his hips inside of you. You cried out, your eyes threatening to roll back as you whined about being too full. “You can take it, just be good for me, you’re doing so good.” Kaito stroked your hair, a feeling of ease washing over you. Though not for long before he raised you up, almost pulling out and slamming you back down. From there he never stopped. Kaito pushed his hips up into you every time he forced you back down, turning your brain to mush. 

Your hands entangled into Kaito’s long hair, tugging at it when you felt his dick bury deep inside of you. He was relentless with his pace, hardly letting you spare a single thought. It was bliss, you were already giving in to all the pleasure. But then it stopped. Kai was barely inside of you, holding you up but not moving you back down. You began to whine, trying to kick your feet and wiggle back down. Kaito watched you struggle and try to get him back inside, adoring how much of a whore he made you in a matter of minutes. Your teary eyes looked into his own, a grin spreading across Kaito’s lips before he pulled out, watching you pout and almost throw a fit before he slammed right back inside, this time moving his hips faster than before. He nipped against the cuff of your ear, his other hand resting on your neck. “I’ll fill you up, over and over. I’ll make you’re stuffed full, then fuck you again when it empties out.” He vowed, his thrusts almost erratic, forcing himself as deep as possible before he came inside. Your head completely empty aside from just how good he felt. You gasped out, trying to catch your breath. You were just coming down from your high before he immediately started to thrust inside you just like before. “We are far from done.” He groaned into your ear, and all you could do was take it. You loved every second of it. 

By the time you both were done, you were exhausted. Stuffed full and way too overstimulated. Kaito carefully tucked you into bed, though not before shoving a small toy just to make sure none of his semen would leak out. He promised to help clean you up in the morning. With a kiss to your forehead, he began trying to lull you to sleep. It wasn’t difficult given how exhausted you were from the hours spent with Kaito making you feel things you never thought were real. He stroked your hair while you drifted off, watching you sleep throughout the whole night.

You’ll never leave again. You’ll stay right here where you belong: with him. He’ll make sure of it.

[cawesamdreamrot]

Explicit awesamdream drabble

dead god walking AU

“You shouldn’t be here, XD,” croaks Sam as he’s pressed into the bed, the moon rising outside, the deity’s full weight pressing him down onto the mattress. “They will kill you.”

The cracks on XD’s mask glows a vibrant green as they let out an echoing, low chuckle, “I’d like to see them try. I’m a God, they are no match to me.”

Sam knows better than to ask how they escaped their try. XD is a powerful God, many devotees have sacrificed offerings to them. Sam knows if a deity is given devotion, they will grow stronger and stronger.

Sam is a knight. By praying to XD, he’s betraying his crown and his station and his purpose of being the King’s right hand man. Even if the king is a corrupt man after his own gain, Sam knows his place.

He’s grown in a small community who devoted themselves to XD. He’s prayed to XD for all his life and having the king make him stop made him feel uneasy and incomplete. Religion was a big thing for him, something personal and sentimental.

He was raised to be faithful, to love and to give.

The very God he’s given his entirety to is asking him for more.

More in ways he couldn’t have ever imagined he’d be asked of. But he was never good at saying no if he can do something for someone. To be good.

He lets XD press him down and climb on top of him, and something primal inside him sings at being manhandled and used as if he’s just a tool of pleasure, regardless of his own pleasure. With a flick of their fingers, the deity gets rid of their cloak and Sam is stuck staring at the being’s bare body.

They’re beautiful, fuck. They’re not muscly nor thin, a small curve to their waist and glowing skin. The tips of their fingers are pointy and shining gold. There are glowing green and gold lines all over their body and sam drools at the sight.

They look so ethereal with their wings on display and the halos around their head, and their golden locks that come in waves above their shoulders.

His gaze trails down and that’s when he notices the lack of genitals. His curiosity spikes but he’s unsure if he’s allowed to break the moment they have.  

The mask stays on, but Sam doesn’t mind. Their body is pretty enough to cause a reaction in his pants.

XD must notice his lust, since they let out a dark chuckle, pressing their groin against his growing, clothed erection. Sam’s hips buck up with a shuddering breath.

“I’ve accustomed my mortal body to accommodate your… type, sir Sam. I hope it is to your liking.”

Fuck, they changed their body to fit into Sam’s type. His cock twitches pathetically.

“What about down there?” He asks carefully. “You don’t have any genitals.”

“It is not often that I am lacking knowledge,” XD speaks, hands kneading his chest, “but your attraction seems to be going both ways, so I am unsure which one you would prefer.”

Sam might faint with how fast his blood is streaming downwards, and his cock strains his pants painfully. He needs to let his dick out or he’ll die.

XD must’ve taken pity on him, which isn’t surprising to Sam now that he knows they can read minds, and help him out of his clothes with their magic. Sam sighs in relief.

It turns into a moan when XD’s hand wraps around it, slowly jerking him off. Sam writhes in the bed when two detached hands floating around the deity hold him down by his wrists. It’s so hot that Sam feels like he might come instantly.

“Tell me, my Follower,” XD purrs, face close to his ear, and despite the mask, Sam can feel the warm breath on his earlobe. He shivers. “Tell me what you prefer and I’ll give it to you.”

“F-fuck, Dream,” he moans.

XD pauses, but laughs. “Been a while since I’ve last been called by my name. What am I, Follower?”

“My God!” Sam cries out, “you’re my God. XD, fuck!”

“Good,” XD hums, “let me hear your cries and prayers.”

Sam comes after a few more strokes, and as he falls limp to catch his breath, XD climbs on his lap and sinks down on his cock.

He’s surprised that he’s still hard after coming, and less sensitive and usual, but he guesses XD must’ve done something to keep him able to go for longer. The thought that XD did something to him is a little scary and worrying but the fantasy of getting to fuck the God for longer quells down anything negative.

He’s so turned on that he can’t help but buck up into the God’s cunt as deep and fast as he can, gripping the being’s hips in a bruising hold, the God digging their claws into his shoulders in turn. He doesn’t mind the pain, instead focusing on chasing the warmth of the God’s entrance.

“You feel so good, XD,” he whimpers, his thighs burning as he can feel himself getting closer once more. “So good, please, please.”

XD revels in his devotion and his cries and his sweet moans as the room seems to glow. They bounce down on his cock harder and faster, drinking in his lust and his love. They praise him and they use him until they’re glowing.

They don’t stop until the sun starts to rise from the horizon, until Sam is completely spent and a babbling mess under them. He’s come enough to create a bump in their stomach, but it’s nothing they can’t handle. Once they’re satisfied and completely satiated, they get off his cock and lie down next to him, muttering praises and affection in his ear. Sam looks as the God with hearts in his pupils, a small smile pulling on his lips.

Despite his exhaustion begging him to sleep, he sits up to put a hand on the God’s stomach, pressing down to watch a night’s worth of his come leaking out, and he moans at the sight. If he wasn’t utterly spent, he would have been hard again.

XD chuckles at him and lets him rest before leaving the castle.

The king is furious when Sam calls in sick, but he can’t care. He just hopes that he can see XD again.

[victorygrasped]

may i have this dance?

Pairing: Ramattra/Zenyatta Word count: 633 Notes: Set in an undetermined time before Ramattra left the Shambali

...“Dance?” Ramattra repeated with an inquisitive tone, head tilting slightly to the side. He would not call it the oddest thing the other omnic had ever asked from him, but it was still an unusual one. The oddity of it was added to only further by the frigid night and threat of snowstorm upon the near horizon.  

“Yes, dance,” Zenyatta turned his gaze away from the snowy landscape of Nepal to Ramattra, voice light and teasing, “I know you are aware of the concept, you were there when Brother Mondatta held his sermons around the topic.”

“And I’m certain you’ll recall I chose not to engage in practical element of them,” his reply dry before gesturing to the sharp winds and snow falling around them, “I would have to add, I fail to see how these are the ideal conditions for meditation or prayer, no matter the methodology.”

Zenyatta chuckled at that, a quiet sound yet clear as crystal to Ramattra. Noise that never failed to make something skip in his programming, an error he’d never quite understood nor truly attempted to figure out and resolve, no matter how concerning any problems in his system ought to be.

Then again, there was much about Zenyatta that mollified the lingering (unyielding) parts of him that demanded discord. The trust he’d built with the other omnic was far from one he took for granted, one he privately took far more comfort in than could be considered appropriate.

“No, I do not ask you for a dance with those reasons in mind,” Zenyatta continued with humor in his voice, “I ask out of a desire for… enjoyment.”

The answer startled a laugh from him, sincere and filled with warmth, a sound that was only ever privileged towards the other omnic. Shaking his head with amusement, Ramattra huffed and rested his staff against the nearby stone wall. If only Zenyatta’s rare eccentricities weren’t part of what made the omnic so fascinatingly endearing. A thought that was logically intriguing enough to be considered worthy of pondering, was it not for the way his systems twisted with discomfort at it.

“Very well, you have my attention,” Ramattra acquiesced with a faux sigh, ignoring the wayward thoughts in his mind and offering his hand towards Zenyatta, as though they weren’t both aware that it would have been his answer from the start, “And exactly which dance do you propose for us? I must admit, I cannot easily envision you as the type for tango. Or perhaps you wished to waltz?”

Zenyatta’s touch briefly rested on his wrist before taking his hand, the omnic’s optics lingering on it for a moment longer before asking, “You are familiar with these dances?

“Familiar is not the word I would use,” he amended, quietly saving a record of Zenyatta’s gaze in a database of countless other similar moments, “But you could say that I’ve studied them before, that is correct. During my attempts to… comprehend human culture, dancing had shown itself to be a rather significant element of it. I have seen many variants of it, although I myself have never engaged in the act before.”

“Then perhaps you may enlighten me with which dance you deem fit for us.”

“You drag me out here into the cold, ask me for a dance, and then demand that I be the one who guides you?” mirth belying his teasing words, reprimand nulled by the way he went to grasp Zenyatta’s other hand, leaning down so that their faces were but a spark away from each other, “I’m afraid that you will find the path to enlightenment is not upon the shoulders of others.”

“And yet,” Zenyatta hummed, tone more than pleased as he gently clanked their foreheads together, “No two journeys are ever the same.”

[voydhund]

Bro. Bro. BRO. So like. Can u write like a short story about Richie confessing to Eddie and Eddie being like a femboy and going like “OMG OMG YASSSS I LUV U TOO GIRLIEEEE”? It’s stupid but you can write with prober grammar and I can’t so like- 🧍🏼‍♀️

i love you but jesus fucking christ

I'll think about it

[sequentialprophet]

giving the other candies because it was simply "left over" and "definitely stale"

Hanger shifts to the side, pressing his back against the wall to better protect himself as Brian Cage squints at him.

"Uhh," he says, acutely aware that he is alone as the Gates of Agony boys slowly start shifting in their seats.

"Well, if it isn't the Hangman."

A hand finds Bishop Kaun's shoulder and he settles, his tag partner and Cage doing the same.

Hanger realises his shoulders have dropped at the sound of the voice and immediately tenses them up again, meeting Swerve's eye.

"What can we do for you?"

Hanger is very aware that catering is empty and also the worst place to do this. Actually, any place was the worst place to do this.

In lieu of answering a question he had no answers for, Hanger thrust the box of chocolates he's been walking around with for the last hour at Swerve's chest.

Swerve looks down at his outstretched hand and then back up to his face. Is that a smirk? Oh yeah, he's definitely smirking.

"They're stale," Hanger lies, aggressively.

"You are trying to poison him???"

In the ensuing uproar, Hanger manages to escape sans the chocolates.

He rushes along the corridor, mortified, no explanation for what he just did. He thanks any deity that might be listening that no one saw.

It's his turn to eye an innocuous seeming box warily when he returns to his hotel room several hours later and discovers someone beat him to it.

The box is very understated in the way genuinely expensive things are. He debates for a minute before grabbing the little card tucked into the ribbon and easing it open like it might explode.

Also stale :)

The chocolates are blood red.

Probably poisoned he thinks, and pops one in his mouth.

[deepenthevoid]

I have no friends and I keep telling myself I like it that way… “I hate people!!!!”… because I’m autistic and an introvert and somehow people don’t realize that I think and act differently from allistics and neurotypical people (the horror!) and they expect me to act the same way and it’s SO FRUSTRATING. Why do people not communicate properly?!? You’re upset?!? I GET IT. Tell me about it! Like, I’m so willing to take constructive criticism and listen to you tell me how I went wrong or whatever but you have GOT to accept the same! It’s a two way street! Why do people not understand this?! We can BOTH be upset. Just because you’re upset at me doesn’t mean the friendship needs to end… your lack of clarification and communication is what ends the friendship, not me. It’s so fucking… I CANT READ YOUR MIND. I CANT READ YOUR TONE. I DONT KNOW IF YOURE UPSET OR WHY YOU ARE IF YOU DONT COMMUNICATE!!! Please like.. this is me BEGGING for help. I’m so sick of it! This is why I just fade away and hide because no one cares! It’s “me! Me! Me!” Or “you! You! You!” Like… PLEASE.

[hyperfixation-symposium]

A1 Quests- plant flowers near the adoption center and tell the baby a story about sharing.

(short fic)

From day one, the void creature was pretty sure they had off put the other parents enough that they'd never see the egg again. It wasn't intentional, most people just found something to be unsettling about the void, and opted to stay away from them.

Apparently, mortals found it "terrifying" when one lurks in the shadows with a sketchbook, or stood silently with flowers outside of the kids events. To be honest, they were just nervous, and didn't know much about socializing.

Regardless of all that, they still had an incredible fondness for the kid they saw in the distance. They had cleaned up the house, set a room aside, all decorated with things the other children they'd encountered had enjoyed. Just in case.

It was their own nervousness to approach that kept them away from the others, but even so, they didn't know how to fix it. So they'd be prepared when the day came.

The knock at the door came when they were stitching a torn stuffed toy, repairing the small holes from which the stuffing escaped. The Void's attention quickly shifted to it, seeing a face through the door. Oh, they recognized that person! It was one of the few who waved at the creature they were.

The project was set aside as they quickly headed to the door. They opened it carefully, only to be met with the excited bouncing of an egg.

"Ai!" Their excitement was unmatched as the kid placed a sign. The adult with them chuckled.

"Void! It's been a while."

"It has been. You've all seemed quite busy keeping an eye on the little one." They reached down to carefully pet the egg's head. "And some of the others... Well, they don't seem to care to have me too close."

"Nonsense, I'm telling you, that's all in your head!" The other parent replied. "You should spend more time with them, I'm sure they'd enjoy it."

"Ah, I'd love to, I just don't wanna startle the others.." they sighed. "And I'm quite bad at combat."

"Ai has actually been doing quite well in combat! They might even be able to protect you!"The adult commented, before the child tugged at their clothes to get them to look at their sign.

Hello ama Void! I've missed you!

"you missed me?" The Void's voice seemed to break.

The egg nodded quickly, and the adult snickered.

"I told you."

After a second, the void scooped the kiddo off their feet, setting them on their shoulder. "Well, we can't have you sad, can we, cornflower?"

The egg kicked their legs in excitement, while the adult's expression softened.

"You know their favorite flower?"

"How could I not?"

The two co-parenting shared a moment more of conversation, Ai crawling to sit comfortably on their parents' shoulders before the topic of their arrival came up.

"oh, Void, I was wondering if you could watch them the rest of the night. They still have a quest left, but a lot of people have schoolwork and such."

"Oh, well, that would be no problem!" They smiled. "Please, focus on school, I can handle Ai."

"I sure hope you can! They've taken up doing some water bucket clutches, yaknow."

"As long as I'm not expected to survive a fall, I can catch the kiddo just fine!" They laughed.

With that, Ai hugged their other parent goodbye, and Void gave a wave as they ran to get to their own work.

Once the other figure had faded into the distance, the Void stepped out of their humble home, kneeling by their kid.

"So, Cornflower, what quests do you have left?" The colors that made up their form swirled in strange patterns, a sign that they were happy. Well, if anyone had been able to figure that out.

Flowers and Story, Ama!

"I see..." They hummed, pulling off their backpack and digging through it for their waystone. "Do you wanna go pick some flowers then? I know a really good field."

The egg nodded, bouncing up and down as they spun. The void couldn't help but smile, petting them on their head.

"Alrighty then, I'll put down a share stone for you!"

Within a moment, they stood within a lush flowering field. The grass swayed in the wind, and birds chirping at lazy bumblebees pollinating flowers of every color of the rainbow. The sun was probably an hour from setting, but the coolness of night had still begun to seep into the environment.

With a flash of purple, Ai appeared alongside their parent, before they carefully broke the cyan waystone, pocketing it.

The egg seemed to take in the environment, the smile in their parents eye clear as day.

"Well, Cornflower, which ones do you wanna plant outside the adoption center?"

A sign was placed. The void knelt, keeping a keen eye as they wrote.

Can I use all of them, Ama?

"Of course!' They couldn't have beamed brighter, and the egg was quick to dash into the grass. Void followed, chuckling happily.

"Ai, don't go too fast!" They chuckled. "I don't wanna loose you!"

The egg slowed down at that, but regardless it didn't seem to matter. They were starting to collect any flowers they came across, readying them to be transferred across the world.

The Void sat down as well, picking some flowers they loved to go out front of the adoption center. They were building a gradient, soon absorbed enough in their work that they almost didn't notice the small nudge Ai gave them to get their attention.

"hm? What is it, cornflo-"

They stopped speaking as their child grew closer, setting a small okay bouquet of blue orchids in their hands.

"Ai..." Their voice melted, eyes softer than butter set on their kid. "How did you know that these were my favorites?"

You told me, Ama! You gave them to me on my first day.

"oh, my dear, you were so overwhelmed I would have sworn you would have forgotten...' They set everything aside, scooping up the kid in their arms. "Thank you Ai, this is the best."

For a moment, they savored the moment, holding their beloved kid in the warm sunset, attempting to hide the tears that fell from their cheeks. The wind even seemed to hold its breath to let parent and child have their moment.

But every good moment has to end, and soon Void sat quietly next to Ai as they typed another sign.

Ama, why do you always pick those flowers that way?

They looked at their own flowers, a blue to red gradient with a flush of purple in the middle.

"hmm.. why don't we have that be your bedtime story tonight?" They smiled. "After we plant these. It's getting dark anyways, so we need to hurry."

Ai nodded, and the two quickly warped alongside the wall. The sunlight was starting to fade behind the large federation building that dominated the area, but there was more than enough time to plant.

Alongside the other flowers the parents had left, the void and their child planted a rainbows' worth of flowers right alongside the wall. The gentle gradient swayed in the night air, illuminated by the nearby lanterns.

By the time the work was finished, parent and child covered in dirt, Ai was yawning. The Void's eyes softened, gently picking up Ai and assuring them they didn't have to do any more running today.

"Come on, Cornflower, it's bedtime."

The egg sleepily nodded, the void walking back to their house as the stars began to appear above them. They could have sworn Ai dozed off during the trip, however, when the Void went to tuck them into bed, the child's handed them a book.

Ama, you promised me a story

"Oh, cornflower, I haven't forgotten! I'm so sorry." They sighed, taking a seat at the end of the child's bed. "alright, I'll tell you about sharing and about the flowers, okay?"

The child nodded, sleepily holding a stuffed animal close, eyes fixated on their parent.

"You see, before your ama came to this island, they were a storyteller. And they loved telling stories with others, but they were almost always too scared to share their ideas with others.

When your ama got the confidence, they joined in groups where people would play pretend with their characters from their stories. And one day, while playing pretend, your ama's character met someone very interesting.

You see, ama's character was blue, just like me. This character was red, and so was the person who controlled them. However, they learned quickly that sharing their stories and their characters with this red person made a stunning shade of purple.

It wasn't always that easy, of course. Because Blue and Red don't always mix well. But..."

The soft snoring of their child stopped them from speaking. Ai was asleep.

A smile spread across their face, and Void carefully stood up. They put their head close to their egg, their glowing seeing to make the child smile in their sleep.

"I'll tell you the rest tommorow, Cornflower. Maybe your ama just needs to learn to share again...."

Carefully, they closed the door of the sleeping egg, picking back up their sewing project. The stuffed friend, red as ever, smiled up at them.

"Yeah. I just need to learn how to share."