#metdrabbles

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((SO I HEARD YOU WANTED PORN PROMPTS. Fem!Agron/Fem!Met.))

((…. sort of continuation of that Fem!Met / Raph thing from ages ago? ….. ))

She was sleeping so peacefully after all those things the healer had done to her body…Her breasts felt warm and tight and tingly and she had drifted to sleep so nicely…Then she woke from a soft form pressing against hers…Voluptuous breasts and inviting curves… brown hair and eyes… though not Raphael…It took her a moment to realize where she was and with whom…"… what the hell…" Metatron hissed quietly, feeling Agron’s bosom squeezing against hers.The demon whispered a naughty compliment against the naked skin of her neck… something about her being damn hot as a woman… just more naughty…It made the angel shiver and push the blood into her cheeks…She couldn’t deny Agron being rather attractive as a woman as well… after all, Metatron had always preferred women and their gentle, smooth bodies…She liked to see her fingers on the demon’s pale skin… and the little noises the succubus (?) made didn’t help either…Or the fact that she was slipping her fingers between Metatron’s legs…The angel yelped quietly, then started purring involuntarily with a stupidly pleased expression on her face as Agron shoved one of her breasts into the angels mouth to suckle on it…

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Prompt: Met/Herb-Garden - would it be a fruitful relationship?

He was sitting on the dark wooden bench under the walnut tree… The green fruits hanging low …The smell of rosemary and lavender was heavy in the warm air.He leaned back, closing his eyes, facing up at the clear blue sky, the sun colouring a pattern on the earthy ground where its rays fell through the tree’s foliage.The poppy flowers swaying gently in the soft breeze that had picked up.Metatron liked this garden.It was peaceful… there were some insects buzzing and a few smaller animals rustling in the bushes…And some birds bathing now and then in the fountain… probably Gabriel’s…Admittedly the garden didn’t quite follow the seasons.He wasn’t going to tell anyone that some of the soil had been brought here from Eden…Raven probably figured when she was marvelling at how big the pumpkin had gotten… while Lydia picked strawberries…The fruits got just the right amount of sun to ripen to a delicious sweetness, very healthy for the little girl…And Raven loved to use the various plants in her food…He looked after those. And took care of the various small and big herbs growing in one part of the garden…For someone who had lived in the desert, he wasn’t half bad…Sure, things didn’t always turn out great… but the soil was helping a lot.He cleaned the earth from under his fingernails, a bit lost in thoughts. Tanned hands, calloused slightly between the fingertips of thumb and forefinger… and on the side of the middle finger where the pen rested… small patterns of papercuts and wrinkles.The thyme and the tarragon came out nicely this year.Spending the late afternoons here really made him relax after work… thank Raphael who had nudged him into this…

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drabble prompt: AJ/Met, disagreement turns to angry sex

((… I dunno…yes I'm still doing the prompts... Met isn't really the kind of angry sex person... ))

"Demons… are the bane of mankind!" He exclaimed, taking another sip."Really now? Because mankind is so innocent." She had her eyebrows lowered dangerously, eyes focused on him like a snake taxing its prey."Yesh! Mankind would have been great without you lot! But noooooo you had to come down and fuck my daughters! Well done you bloody idiots!"She pursed her lips."It takes two for that, you know? I think I remember hearing they quite enjoyed it…"He growled, eyes growing small, glaring at her. “… you venomous little liar…”AJ leaned sideways, elbows on the counter, propping her pretty face up, voice dripping with sweetness."They looooved it. Their moans were heard in hell. And it wasn’t something bad. Only your boss decided it was bad… You know, angels and demons have this very special way to touch humans. Oh your offspring enjoyed it. They gave themselves to us because they knew it would be better than anything your sons could ever do with them. It makes them experience everything a thousand times mo—-"The next thing she knew was her back hitting the floor hard.His hand seizing the collar of her blouse, the other one raised to a softly glowing fist.The light caused her head to ache."Shut your vile reptilian mouth!" He hissed, then was dead silent, as her stiletto was pressing threateningly to a very human part of his body.He lowered his fist, glaring…Her hands closed around the hand at her neck, tracing over the tensed sinews, the angry dark blue vein at his wrist… slowly making his fingers unclench… trailing over every part and every fingertip.”Don’t you dare…" he glowered as her shoe slipped down a bit, the heel no longer a threat, but the tip pressing just the more imminent against him."Try me…" she cooed, both mocking and encouraging. She lifted his hand, popping his forefinger into her mouth, sucking on it, fingers lightly grazing it.Her other foot helped get the occupied one out of the shoe.Her toes felt his anger growing.The Metatron gnashed his teeth, his free hand no longer a fist, but now closing in around her neck…She threw her head back, breathing against his wet finger, ball of her foot kicking lightly against him… eliciting a groan and his thumb to tilt her head even further back at her jaw."God, I hate you, demon!" he hissed against her skin, leaning in close so she could hear him… knowing the name would hurt her."… of course you do… silly little humans hate things that are better than them…"Her fingers dug into his hair as he bit into her neck…

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Prompt: Teaching your first daughter how to ride

(( watch out for random Hebrew))

"Okay Melca… look, it’s okay… You just stand next to the horse… and then you put your hands flat on it’s back… and you bow your legs a bit… You need a bit of strength in the arms, but I’ll help you… So you bow your legs and jump and push yourself up with your arms… And keep in mind… the leg that’s closest to the rear has to go over the horse…"He squatted and with little effort pushed himself up on the horse, settling down carefully as to not squish any important parts while straddling the tall animal."Like this, see? Nothing bad…" and he slipped back down, making the few steps over to the small girl, curling her fingers into the fabric of her tunic.Enoch took those nervous hands into his, warming them a little."I’m here Melca, don’t worry… nothing will happen." she looked at him out of those big, dark brown eyes, pleading."I can ride with ima!" she argued.He sighed and tousled her hair."You’ll soon be too tall to ride with her, you don’t want to run after us, don’t you?" he got up from his crouched pose, pulling her up with him."And you’ll have fun riding your own horse. I promise, ktantonet…"Naturally she wouldn’t ride his horse, it was too fast, too strong and not used to an inexperienced rider."But, the horses are all so big and hairy…"He had a smaller one, older and slower, but very calm and patient. Just what she needed."So am I, and you’re not afraid of me, are you?"The girl looked up at his face with a confused expression, then shook her head, wondering why her father was always so silly.He led her to the elderly mare, put his hands on the horse’s back, to show her once more how to get up, then stepped back to let her try…Small hands patted against the upper side of the horse."… Don’t worry, I’m right here…" She jumped a little, then patted again."Abaaaaaa!"It was then he realized, that she was still too small to make it on her own."Ah, slicha…" He kissed her cheek and got on his knees, feeling the soft layer of sand under his palms."Try it now…" Melca wasn’t all too sure whether her father’s back was going to be a save stepladder, but his smile was encouraging… and he tried not to complain as small naked feet jumped around on it. She emitted a worryingly squeaky sound, sending terrifying images of her falling down on the other side of the animal, into the man’s head.But she was fine.Clinging nervously to the bulky warm whithers and flanks, but fine.A bit tensed with big eyes, but fine."Wow, you did well!" Enoch beamed with pride, supporting her back as she sat up straight."Keep your lower legs pressed to its flanks, like a hug with your legs… hm hm… just the lower legs, Melca. Can you still move your thighs up?"He moved around the horse to check her other side."Try moving up and down a bit… yes, okay… looks great." he put his hand on hers, smiling and nodding in approval, then gently patted the horse’s crest."Now, I’m going to give you the reigns for a little, don’t use them to hold yourself up, use your legs for that…" If she did, she’d learn to not make that mistake again like he had… by sliding almost all the way over the animals’ neck when it got annoyed and restive.Her small hands were open as he placed the leather in them, making sure to turn them into loose fists, having the reigns run from between forefinger and thumb to between ring and little finger."Thumbs need to be up, not facing each other, yes, like that. Perfect … can you move your wrists easily?" She was still nervous and the fact that he was absolutely delighted of her babysteps, while protectively checking every move she made didn’t exactly help."Enoch! Get her off that horse! I said not more than two hours!" The man froze, then his shoulders dropped."Yes dear." he called out to his wife before holding his hands out to his daughter, to let her climb into his arms, for easier descent from the animal."Don’t be sad, aba. We continue tomorrow, okay?" Her words were honest and consoling, bringing a smile to his lips."Let’s have diner, mami."

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Prompt! Be a Pokemon! GO!

His head ached and his whole body felt somehow heavier, more sturdy… but at the same time more agile…A tremendous power seething inside him.But not his angelic power, something far more physical…Like uncontrolled strength and incredible heat… somewhat like anger…And the strong urge to protect his turf and defend those in his care…Ayn especially…

«Okay…»He lay down sluggishly, the furry, warm body weighing down on the bed of the clinic…The sleeping girls small body rolling slightly over to him as a result of his mass.« And now?… I’m not sure the Anon thought that through….»

(( Quiz was a tie between Snorlax and Mewto… but somehow Entei seemed the right thing to do… Kidnapping women to lock them into a room and protecting children is sort of his thing no? XD

Big Version ))

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Prompt: Met got through El Shaddai!

The controller slipped from his fingers.His thumbs hurt…"What?"He stared at the screen, adrenaline in his veins, ready for the big boss fight.He had finally beaten Nether Azazel and that poor chap Dark Armaros…And he had mentally prepared himself, positioned himself with a straightened back and taken a few deep breaths for the final battle…Ready to kick Semyaza’s ass and drag him back up to Heaven to keep God from flooding earth a second time.-

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But there was nothing… The giant pyramidal black object opened…He was just standing there, quietly as always… awkward love-interest in his arms…And there was nothing… He unlocked the “Principalities” Trophy…And that slick git of a red eyed angel reported on his cellphone to God…Semyaza had never made it down in one piece to begin with…

Metatron stared at the screen."What?"He leaned back, letting the realisation sink in that the game was over… just like that…"No problem, everything fine…"

(( Enjoy some storyboard from the original Artbook))

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Prompt: Met and another Platypus, swimming circles in the decorative pool in his bureau (wherever the hell that one came from)

Chattering, slight hissing… tail wagging… more chattering and a platypus trying to climb out of the pool but slipping back in.More chattering… threatening gestures with hind legs…And fire breathing, turning some of the water into steam, which didn’t exactly help with getting out of the pool.«RAPHAEL!… there’s a platypus in my pool, who is that even?!»

(( I don’t know what to write! It’s a platypus, they don’t do much…))

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((Met sandwiched between Gabe and Agron.))

(( I guess continuation of this one? ))

The sleep was blissful… He felt heavy and great and saturated… needs satisfied…His legs still somewhat locked around Gabriel’s knees… the Messenger laying on him, his hair tickling the Voice’s neck."You brought company?" A familiar voice resounded in his ear.His eyes moved to Gabriel’s face, but those eyes were still closed…He could feel hands caress the sensitive spots on his ears, feeling himself harden involuntarily under Gabriel’s weight."Agron?" Metatron whispered, trying to lay his head back, stretching his neck, straining his throat to catch a glance at the devil…Only to have his mouth filled with a demonic tongue, slithering around, leaving him with a certain hunger to have his mouth filled again…"That will be interesting Met."He felt another tongue caress his nipples, fingers raking gently along his side.Gabriel had awoken and seemed still quite… out of it…The angel sat up, looking over to his counterpart which now also guided his attention to this mirror image of himself.They stared at each other for a little while, giving Metatron time to sort things out.Apparently he was dreaming… the surroundings looked much like his tent in the desert had… billowing red fabric, carpets… pillows… and a visitor he had met a few times in his dreams…Agron.But he wasn’t quite sure whether he had actually brought Gabriel along or whether he was just dreaming that Gabriel was there as well…It was strange how they looked at each other, tilted their heads… smiled… as if their being each other enabled them to communicate… without him listening in on them…Then he felt their hands on his body again."Metatron." Gabriel said, with an air of ‘now don’t play shy with us, we know what you want’ to his voice.The Metatron blinked, confused for a moment by two people who looked very much the same in the dim light of the lantern.Was Gabriel now behind him? Or Agron? Had they changed places?He felt hands under his arms… pulling him up…No he wasn’t going to walk and be helpful…But the person didn’t mind that, he just dragged the king backwards."Met you’re heavy!" Oh so it was Gabriel that now leaned against the tent pole… and Gabriel’s pole pressing against his back as the Messenger pulled the Voice closer against his body…"Get up lard ass!" The angel’s hand seized his cock, leaving him little choice but to obey unless he wanted to risk a painful straining…He felt the tip of Gabriel’s member pressing between his cheeks, lubricating just as magically as this whole situation was surreal…Apparently the angelic horn blower enjoyed feeling the weight of the Metatron in his lap, his instrument lodged all the way in the King’s rear.For a moment Metatron wondered what Gabriel’s real musical instrument actually was, if not a vuvuzela… it could have been a flute the way those fingers trailed over his penis…"Hello dear! Missed me?" Agron whispered into his ear, licking over it, sticking his tongue in, causing Metatron to utter a gasped moan."Looks like it…" The demon’s fingers trailed down his chest as he moved cat-alike around Gabriel and the pole.It seemed like a snake winding around a staff… Agron was actually… hanging upside down from the tentpole?This dream was not getting any more weird, was it?Demonic fingernails scratched gently over Gabriel’s wrists, who retreated from that area, now nibbling at the human-angel’s neck, sending shivers down his spine, making him clench his stuffed rear.Agron meanwhile lowered himself, legs letting go of the pole and wrapping around Metatron’s and Gabriel’s head…The demon was eager… visibly eager… His current host had quite the obvious view on his eagerness, it was literally in his face.And then Agron’s hand seized his midriff, holding tightly onto him as he pushed his hips teasingly against the angel sandwiched between the two surreal twins."Open wide Met, we know you’re hungry!" Gabriel’s voice was seeping into his ears like venom hidden in honey.He would have opened up anyway, since the demon’s lips engulfed his own member, taking him in completely and causing him to whimper first, then moan as Gabriel also began his slow, rocking rhythm.The Metatron was rather sure… he wasn’t going to survive this dream with his mind still intact…

(( I made a pose reference to see if it would work out ))