I want to entergage you ;) Nathen Mazri x Reader

I want to entergage you

On a dark and stormy night. Twas very dark, twas very stormy. And you, dear reader, you are standing in the presence of Nathen Mazri.

"Oh, you entergaging man." You say. "You entergage me so."

"Good." He says, his deep rumbly voice shakes the cavern. Almost as much as the stormy thunder.

Oh, and by the way, you're in a cavern.

The sweet sounds of Bill Murray's mediocre voice acting filters through the room from the tv. It's playing the Garfield movie. It's at the sexiest part, the deleted scene where Jon drinks dog cum. In the early drafts they were a lot more faithful to the comics.

"Nathen, how did you get the early draft of the garfield movie?" You ask.

He just winks at you seductively. You can't help but notice that he is wearing nothing but an apron with scooby doo's blank staring face. You find this very attractive, it reminds you of your childhood pet, roofus, you miss that sweet dog, he was almost as entergaging as your cat, Garfichino. But neither of them were nearly as entergaging as your sweet, sweet Nathen Mazri.

"I find this very attractive. It really sauces my lasagna." You say.

"Yes, the entrepreneurial ritual will commence." Nathen mazri looks up at the dark stormy sky.

You watch as he suddenly drops to his knees, his apron, and other things ;) brush the rocky cave floor beneath you. He holds his hands together in prayer, and a prayer he speaks.
"Oh, great lord. Oh my lord. Bequeath me with your thunder, for your thunder speaks and your thunder Entergages."

A voice responds from the heavens. "Yes My Son. The Holy Inspiration Will Soon Commence." it says. It sounds almost like....Garfield?

Your bosom heaves, your breath has been taken away. Who is this absolute god of a man standing before you. Why is he praying to any lord, when he must be the lord himself?
Nathen Mazri stands before you in all his unclothed glory, for his apron has been doffed and his hands hang at his sides, prepared to wrap themselves around your previously mentioned bosom and do such unspeakable things to your miniscule electron sized nipples.
But instead of entergaging you as he should, he stops.

"You, dear lover. You must not question my prayers. Yes I read your heinous thoughts, and

yes I know your sins. But i forgive you dear lover, we must entergage."

Your mind is halfway into a mindless frenzy of lust and desire. HE can see your thoughts, tell what you want him to do with you. You feel your lust increase. You drop your silky garfield robe to the cavern floor. It was a shame, as it was designed by the finest fashion designer. But you didn't want it on. Not while you were in his HIS presence. You wanted him to see you... fully. All of you.

The chill is sinking into your bones but you do not care, Nathen Mazri will keep you warm. You stare into his dark orbs. They open up into universes that you have never seen before. You see garfield smoking a martini as he plays chess (or is it checkers) with Scooby doo. They stop and turn to you and suddenly they aren't garfield and scooby doo anymore, they are Nathen, your beloved Nathen. Sure he's a little furrier now, a little more orange and smelling of old stale weed, but it's him.

"Can you see me now... for who I TRULY am?" He asks, in the voice of thousands.

"Yes... I see you Nathen... And I give myself to you, completely." You respond.

Lasagna sauce pours out of the corners of the void, filling the room. You are drowning in it. It feels warm like a womb. But you don't care, for soon, your immortal soul will belong to HIM. He will fill your soul with his light, with his genius, you will finally be worthy of life, now that you and him can be one. The ideas are flowing into your brain. Ideas of business, entrepreneurship. You submit to the sauce and it engulfs you. Warm and wet, it is comforting. You can feel it coming. He must be above you now, you can feel his hands on your shoulders, they feel sharp, the claws of the garfield are still there even in this more humanoid form. He massages you, kneading you like a cat. It hurts but in the most pleasant of ways.