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fics-by-caroline · 3 years

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Bloodlust

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Magical!Reader

Summary: You and Loki are part of the Avengers, but the pair of you have different ideas of what justice entails than the rest of the group; i.e., more horror, more drama, an eye for an eye. And man, do you two ever look sexy covered in blood.

Category: Smut (18+ only, please!)

Warnings: Smut (blood kink, oral sex -- f receiving), rough sex, porn with some plot), language, graphic descriptions of violence, gore, smoking, alcohol consumption, mention of human trafficking.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, so please be nice 🥺

Taking a drag from a cigar in the corner of the dimly-lit speakeasy, your target looked you up and down. Even without tapping into his thoughts, you could tell that he liked what he saw; how the black dress you wore hugged your figure, how you had crossed your legs in a way that allowed him to catch the red bottoms of your heels, red that was reflected in your lipstick and nails. You turned to make eye contact with him, and were immediately hit with hearing him imagine you on your knees sucking him off in one of his fancy cars and afterwards kicking you out onto the street.

Typical, You thought with disgust, finishing your martini. You could feel his eyes on you, burning into your back. Feeling him get up and walk towards you, you shot a knowing look at Loki across the bar.

“Can I buy you a drink?” The man’s voice was dripping in disgusting salaciousness. He sat beside you, reeking of the over-application of cologne, whiskey, and cigar smoke.

You shot him a demure smile. “A dirty martini, drier than the Sahara.”

The man waved down the bartender before leaning closer to you. “Michael Ashbourne.”

You suppressed an eye roll, taking instead to lighting a cigarette. “I know who you are, Mr. Ashbourne.”

“And what is it that you know of me?” Ashbourne stroked your hair with a drunken finger.

Uncrossing your legs, you turned to face him. “That you are one of the worst Midgardian men alive today. You cheat people out of their winnings in various casinos around the world, making yourself and your friends — no doubt the ones who surrounded you in that corner over there — some of the richest men in the world, while managing to operate under the radars of your enemy governments. You sell weapons and drugs because you always want even more money on top of the billions you already have, not caring about the damage you cause. You drink the most expensive liquors, sleep with all the women you please, and leave people eating the dust in your wake. But what brings you to the epitome of disgusting actions is your engagement in the trafficking of girls, once again, for even more money.” Even though you kept your voice low, you made sure to lace every word with biting poison.

Ashbourne pulled back in shock, unmoving and speechless.

You smirked at his silence. “Your cunningness is almost impressive, especially for a human. You manage to remain one step ahead of the mewling mortals who are left to crawl in your fading footprints. Bravo. Unfortunately for you, however, I am not one of them.” You waved a finger, from which a small ribbon of white magic followed.

“Who the hell are you?” Ashbourne hissed.

“A hero in the eyes of the people you have crossed, and the villain in yours.”

Ashbourne scoffed condescendingly. Stupid bitch, you heard him think. “Speaking in mysterious riddles just makes you look stupid, missy. I don’t know how you know what you know, but it’s a bit too much for my liking.” He raised a hand, beckoning over the large men who had accompanied him.

You sighed, unimpressed. Before they could so much as reach for their belt, you pulled the pistol from your garter stockings and fired silenced shots in between their eyes, before holding a dagger against Ashbourne’s throat. The speakeasy froze in horrified silence.

With a small chuckle at the sudden shock and fear in Ashbourne’s muddy eyes, you called to Loki. “Darling, are there others?”

“No darling, not here … but we can’t have witnesses, can we?” Loki sauntered up to you, kissing you on the head. He looked around at the few bystanders in the bar, terror keeping their feet rooted in place.

“Loki, is that really necessary —”

You were cut off by Loki launching towards the horrified bystanders like a cat pouncing on prey, his daggers slicing through their necks gliding ease. He finished off by throwing a knife into the bartender’s skull, silencing his terrorized mind that shrieked in your own so annoyingly. Loki looked back at you with an amused glint in his eyes, blood on every surface of the speakeasy, including Loki’s own body. Gesturing around him, he noted dryly, “They were dead in seconds, no suffering.”

You rolled your eyes before turning your attention back to Ashbourne, who sat with eyes wide and mouth agape. You smirked and applied a bit more pressure to the blade in your hand, drawing small beads of blood. You snuffed out your cigarette and stood up, toying with his bowtie as your heel dug into his foot. You could taste the fear that drenched his mind. “What’s this?” You cooed. “Feeling scared?”

“Ah, you’re so right, my love,” Loki smiled, looking around the room at the bloody mess he created. “Not using magic is so much more fun. I missed getting my hands dirty.”

You chuckled lowly. You couldn’t help but stare at him hungrily; there was something in the way the blood splatter stood out against his pale skin that awoke an arousal in you. Shaking your head, you turned back to the man under your knife and cocked an eyebrow. “How do you think I should do this? Stabbing is too classic, going for the neck is too neat.”

“Unzip him, dear,” Loki hummed. He shot a bolt of green magic towards the man, binding him in glowing ropes that wrapped around his pitiful body. Noticing your dry look, he shrugged. “I want a proper view of your handiwork, and I can’t have that if I’m holding him.”

“Fair enough,” You said. After a moment’s thought, you waved your hands, making Ashbourne’s shirt disappear in a white flash of your own magic.

“Wait, wait, stop. What do you want? Money? I have money. What do you want?” Ashbourne pleaded.

“I want ...” you said coldly, “to hear you scream.”

You stepped forward and sunk your dagger into his lower abdomen, slicing upwards smoothy, careful as to not sever any major blood vessels. Ashbourne screamed in agony — music to both yours and Loki’s ears. You grinned at the blood that spurted out to meet you, and tossed the dagger onto the surface of the bar. You looked at the open mess in front of you and sunk your hand into the open cavity, making Ashbourne wail.

Loki smacked Ashbourne’s face with a deadly glare. “Stay awake, you.”

You reached farther into Ashbourne’s gut, quickly finding the pulsating aorta. You looked up at Ashbourne’s paling face, cheek now sporting a bloody handprint from where Loki had slapped him, and pulled on the artery, which snapped and spurted hot blood all over you. Loki released his magic binds, leaving the body of the man to collapse like a rag doll onto the floor, very much dead.

You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears as you discarded the shred of aorta in your hands onto the lifeless body. You turned to look at Loki, who was smiling back at you with a familiar, blazing fire behind his eyes. He reached over and picked up your discarded dagger from the tabletop. He looked it over once, then swiped his tongue up one side of the blade. You groaned in arousal at the sight.

“The taste of justice, my dear,” He said, licking his lips.

He turned his fiery gaze back on you, holding the knife out for your taking. Without breaking eye contact, you licked up the other side, the metallic taste of Ashbourne’s blood spreading through your mouth only adding to the wet ache between your legs.

“Fucking hell,” Loki breathed, the large bulge in his dress trousers clearly evident.

You took the dagger, swiping away the rest of the blood that stained it on your finger and licked it clean. A deep rumble escaped from Loki’s lips before he smashed his lips onto yours, your tongues trading the tastes of blood and saliva. With a sharp tug, Loki tore your dress down and pinched your nipples between his bloodied fingers as he backed you up onto the bar. While normally, he would take his time with you, tease you at a torturously slow pace, make you plead and squirm beneath him, he now was fuelled purely by an animalistic flame, his lips and teeth marking your lips, jaw, neck, shoulders, collarbones. You broke apart only for you to render the pair of you naked by way of a flick of the wrist and a flash of white light. You stared at each other, both of you breathless and admiring how the blood that drenched your clothing had stained your bodies in a beautiful pattern of death.

“I love you so much,” You whispered.

“I love you too,” Loki said, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip lightly.

In a flash, the momentary gentleness was gone as Loki pushed two fingers inside of you and curled them. You shouted out in pleasure, then gasped when you felt Loki’s tongue on your clit.

“Fuck, Loki!” You hissed, throwing your head back and grinding deeper onto Loki’s fingers and tongue.

The most audacious and obscene sounds filled the speakeasy as Loki twisted his fingers inside your cunt and attacked you with his mouth. You moaned unabashedly and Loki in return groaned against your body. His nips against your clit were anything but gentle, his fingers fucking your cunt so deeply, so gloriously, that your entire body sparked with invisible electricity.

“You’re going to cum for me,” Loki growled, “you’re going to cum for me and make me drink it as you do.”

You nodded into the air, gasping, panting, writhing under him. You clenched around his head, locking Loki into place, and came on his face, rolling and thrusting your hips against his mouth. Loki held your hips and drank your release until your orgasm finally finished washing over you.

Before you could begin to catch your breath, Loki seized your neck in one large hand and pushed himself inside of you in one fluid motion, causing the both of you to moan loudly. He started moving his hips immediately at a quick and relentless pace, splitting you apart in pleasure. You reached up to wrap your arms and legs around him desperately. As he hit that sweet spot that no other could, you brought your nails down his back, no doubt drawing blood. All thoughts had disappeared from your minds, pure animalistic pleasure and arousal clearing everything else out. Your combined energy made the lights spark and flicker, furniture going flying as your grip on your magic became weaker. Loki slammed into you, your walls tight around him, his pelvis grinding in such a way that he moved against your clit. You were only barely registering how you clung onto him for dear life, the most indecent noises pouring from both of your mouths, bodies slick in blood and sweat sliding against one another. Your connection into each other’s minds let you both know that the other was just as close to their climax without speaking. Expletives punctuated your shared groans and screams, Loki’s grip on your body so tight that bruises were sure to follow, your teeth and nails marking his skin.

“Loki, I — fuck — Loki!” You cried as you felt your body begin to tremble uncontrollably.

��I know, I — ah! I know —!” Loki groaned, biting your neck.

You exploded again with a scream and you slammed your hand onto the table, releasing a huge pulse of magic that levelled the room around you. Green explosions set off around you as Loki lost control and spilled into you with a stammering thrust and deep groan. Even though your eyes were both closed, you could see each other in your minds, totally blissful and exhausted, chests heaving. Loki’s lips found yours in a loving kiss.

“We should ... we should clean up here before the others come by,” You said, still out of breath.

Loki nodded wordlessly. He pulled out of you, causing you to whimper. We waved his hand, and the speakeasy righted itself in a glow of green light. Tables and chairs fixed themselves, light fixtures hung back up on the ceilings, blood and bodies disappeared, until the only remnant of your activities was the gore that still covered your naked bodies. You stood up and cricked your neck before cleaning yourself and Loki up, and dressing the pair of you in the dress and tuxedo you two were wearing.

“What will we say to the others when they ask about the sudden disappearance of everyone here?” You asked slowly.

“Don’t worry, love,” Loki grinned, “we can tell them the truth. We’re both too valuable for them to kick us out of the group.”

You laughed and took Loki’s outstretched arm, walking out into the cool night.

#loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x f!reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #mcu loki #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #loki smut #loki oneshot #smut #mcu #mcu fanfiction #smut fanfiction #smut fic

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angelguk · 4 years

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yeah we hornae tonight!! this is jock!jk getting his soul sucked out by his gf in the locker room because y not! set in university. this is fairly recent into their relationships. jks really hot and oc is like wow??? cock in mouf sir?? mentions of derogatory language (yes oc has a degrading kink). cum swallowing. oral sex (m receiving). public sex. oc should be in class!! listen to still friends, not lovers by slchld. roughly 1.3k.

You should not be doing this. Especially when you have a lab with Professor Kim in twenty minutes. But Jeongguk had asked you to drop his keys after your morning lecture. He’d taken a ride to practise with Yunho earlier, leaving you to drive his car to the campus grounds, which you don't mind doing if it meant avoiding the hectic public transits. Jeongguk needed the car back though, something about doing errands for Namjoon after his lacrosse drills. So there you were, ambling to the university fields with your boyfriend’s keys swinging with every step you took. How you ended up here, your knees bruising the concrete floor of the locker room and your mouth stuffed full of cock was a mystery to anyone — including yourself.

Jeongguk on the other hand does not seem to mind the comparison positioning at all. If only you hadn’t walked in when he was fresh from the showers, white towel slung around his waist, and the firmness of his torso almost taunting you.

“Shit.” It’s whispered in the silence of the room, your tongue swirling over the head of his cock. “Open a little wider for me, baby.” Jeongguk murmurs, a stray hand coming to settle on the base of your neck. He doesn’t push, but the presence of his wide palm is enough to urge you onwards, jaw silently aching as you swallow him down. But the discomfort is worth it when you feel his thighs tense under your fingers, a slight tremor detected as his head bumps into the end of your throat. He’s fucking huge, the memory of him stretching your cunt out vivid. You can’t help but squirm, underwear soaked and your clit feeling neglected. It’s not like Jeongguk wouldn’t offer to alleviate your desire. You know if you asked he’d sixty-nine with you right here on the locker room bench. But there’s only so much you’re willing to risk being caught doing.

So you focus on this instead; on the weight of Jeongguk on your tongue, the minute twitches of his length as his hips rise up and up until your nose is burrowed into his crotch, and the feeling of your throat constricting tight.

“God,” his sounds gone, a string of swear words falling from his lips as you slip your mouth over him again. It’s loud and lewd, you hope nobody is lurking at the doors because it’s very clear that someone is getting the life sucked out of them. And it’s not like Jeongguk hides it, moaning low when your tongue licks a stripe so sinful he nearly blows his load. You pull off with a wet pop, feigning ignorance to the wildness darkening his brown eyes. The huff he lets out his winded, a slight annoyance colouring his voice.

“Do your friends know that you’re this much of a slut?” Why that word makes your walls seize up is undecipherable to you. You give him a kitten lick instead, enjoying the way his hips jolt violently.

“I’m not normally like this,” you return, fist-pumping at the base of his length before your thumb leaves a pressured trail along his tip. Jeongguk hisses under this breath, abs drawn tight, the curve in his stomach pretty. “You just make me feel crazy. This is your fault.”

He blinks, slowly processing what you just said, the feeling of your tongue returning to his slit not helping his brain. “I make you feel — This is my fault?” Jeongguk’s reaching out for you in an instant, dragging you into his lap as his needy fingers press on your dripping cunt through the fabric of your jeans. “Take off your clothes right now. I don’t care who walks in I need to be in you.”

He plants a kiss on your lips before you can protest, your fingertips threading through his damp curls. It's soft under your touch, velvet as your fingernails scrap at the base of his skull. You like that he likes this, tasting himself on your tongue with a fervour that drives you mad. But you have to tear yourself away, hips trying and failing not to buck into his wandering hands.

“Can’t,” you murmur, Jeongguk’s lips feather-light on your check. “I have class in 15.”

“You’re a fucking menace, why would you do this to me?” He groans, his length sitting heavy on your thigh and his hands gripping your waist tight. “Is it Chem? Professor Kim can wait. I’ll make you cum quick baby, I promise.”

“No,” you retort, pushing yourself off his lap. He lets your sink to the floor, pretty petal lips falling open as you take him back into your mouth. A few licks and Jeongguk is trembling again. It’s still fairly odd that you now know what he tastes like but ever since the first time, you’d let him fuck your throat open you’d never wanted him to stop. You like pleasing Jeongguk, seeing how he whines and squirms and groans whenever you swallow him whole, mouth warm and wet and ever so welcome to whatever he wants to give you. You ease off with a smile that seems innocent but Jeongguk has quickly come to learn that that’s never the case with you. You’re more wicked than he thought, enough kinks to leave him waddling to practise the next day because he didn’t know he could cum that hard before. Even now there’s an ache in his balls that’s begging to be released, the tension that strings him tight almost painful.

“I don’t want you to make me cum quick,” you murmur, lips sparking a blaze on his thigh when you bestow his skin with a kiss. “Not tonight, at least.”

He gets the hint instantly; you have a penchant for denial, something he didn’t peg you for but a kink that Jeongguk indulges in nonetheless. He loves the way you beg for him, mumbling into the mess of his sheets until he finally finally slips between your legs and pounds you hard enough for you to feel him there the next day. Just the flash of that image has precum leaking from his slit, a spurt that you eagerly clean up before dragging your mouth back on him. The fact that you’re only like this for him is what drives his hand there, palm holding your head in place as he bruises your throat. He high hits him like a snap, something sharp and electric as his bones melt and fuse back together in the same second, your throat painted white. You swallow it around him, eyes teary and a deliriousness clouding your vision. This shouldn’t feel good but it does, the sudden thought that you like being Jeongguk’s slut flashing swiftly in your brain.

“You’re too good to me,” he mumbles, the words he says slurring into each other. He grabs your waist as your rise, placing a chaste kiss to your hips, his fingers squeezing your thighs tight. He couldn’t stand if he tried, knees not functioning as his nerves buzz with warmth. “I’ll pick you up after your class, okay. I don’t think Namjoon needs me for that long.”

“I have a study date with Yubin, babes. I’ll text you when I’m done.” He glares at you from underneath the mess of his curls, his face flushed a perfect rouge.

“Why do I have a nerd for a girlfriend?”

You huff. “I just blew you in the middle of the locker room.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t let me make you feel good too.” Jeongguk rises then, his towel not following him. You can’t help but giggle as he lips slot against yours, tender but purposefully, enticing enough for your mouth to fall open, Jeongguk’s tongue meeting your own with ease. “Just skip the class, babe. Please,” he pleads, holding you tight, length already twitching to half-mast against your stomach.

You humour him for a second, before poking his side hard. “I don’t want to fail my classes. Now give me gum so I can go.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook drabble #jungkook scenario #au: jock!jaykay #bts x reader

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dearest-kibble · 3 years

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Strings like a noose

Im back babyyyyyyy (and considering moving to A03 cause i cannot run a blog) but have a quick little yandere toshinori! More will be coming either on my A03 or here. Thank you all for bearing with me!

Tw: Stalking (i think that's it but if you see anything else please let me know!)

Without a doubt, you have the worst quirk in the world. Sure other people might have something equally as mediocre; like small sound amplification or the ability to perfect cooking ratios or something like that. But at least those were useful - they did something. But no, your quirk had to get you kidnapped.

Your kidnapper’s honeyed voice likes to tell you how the strings hang like a noose ‘round his neck; beautiful scarlet - satin and silk, intricately laced. His voice sounds familiar but you can’t place it. Why couldn’t your quirk have been something about memory? The bag around your head isn’t uncomfortable, neither is the blindfold and your captor promised to take them both off some day but you don’t think it’s really all that true.

He talks to you sometimes, about other things than his love for you and your quirk. About his day mostly. About how he doesn’t want to blind you so you’re allowed to see sometimes. The only view you ever get is a clean, luxurious bathroom. It smells like the lilac shampoo he uses on your hair.

“I think the kids would like you.” As soon as the door opens the voice begins to speak. The cover is lifted from your head, blindfold still wrapped around your eyes. He starts rubbing your head with a large hand. He does this sometimes.

“I don’t think they’d like you much if I told them what you’re doing.”

“Don’t be like that sweet; they’d love the two of us.” The rubbing turns into affectionate knuckles digging into your skull not nearly enough to hurt but you can tell there's a measure of strength behind it. “They’d love you so much - they must be tired of me.”

“I’m tired of you.” The snarl in your voice elicits a laugh from the voice. It’s a little self deprecating. “Stupid useless quirk. Wish I was never born with it.”

“Seeing other’s connections is a beautiful thing darling! I bet you can help so many with it.”

“It’s so helpful it got me kidnapped.” Oh, that one stung.

“I’m just protecting you, you don’t know what’s out there, even I can’t say for sure and I’m-” “Spit it out already. I’m fucking tired of you being all mysterious. You what, stalked me, hunted me down or whatever? Just tell me who you are. It’s not like I can hate you any more than I already do.” He sighs, lower than you thought possible and you feel your hair suddenly stands on end and the electricity in the air. A meatier hand grazes your cheek for a second - he coughs and it’s back to the boney fingers you're more familiar with. You feel the nails, cut short on your skin as he tugs the blindfold and for the first time, you look upon the face of the man who kidnapped you. Mouth stretched thin, Shaggy golden hair limply framing a gaunt skeleton face with sunken bright blue electrifying eyes. He bears the strongest resemblance to someone you’ve seen and still you can’t place it. He’s malnourished looking as you take more of him in oversized shirts and baggy pants that clearly don’t fit right. He looks homeless quite honestly. Yet your surroundings are anything but. Well furnished, imported goods and very very comfortable looking.

“I was wrong. I think I hate you more now.” And that rings a little hollow to you because even if he kidnapped you, you feel a little sorry for him and his clearly malnourished body.

“Please; don’t be like that. Your quirk sees connections and if I am connected to you than-” All the sympathy you gave him dissipates as he brings up this tired old rhetoric.

“I don’t care. It’s a useless quirk anyway and you took me here against my will. Who are you, the phantom of the opera?” He chuckles at that one.

“No no, I want to protect you; the phantom wanted to own Christine. I could never own you; but protection? I can give you that.”

“In that shrink-wrapped body of yours? I could blow on you and you’d fall over.”

“You can do anything you want to me and I’d crumble.” He puts a hand around his neck. “Even if you don’t know it you need me, that’s why I’m connected to you.” He squeezes and steps closer.

“Stop getting closer.” You sound more panicked than you should, he’s had you for so long and done nothing to you. But you’d never seen how large he was; how wealthy he must be. He stops dead in his tracks.

“Whatever you want, love.” He smiles unthreateningly with blood in his teeth and his thin lips part to show a severely perfect smile before he covers his mouth with a hand and swallows. “I-I’ll get you some food.”

“Get my hands undone then. You’re not going to spoon feed me again. It’s humiliating.”

“Young Bakugou would really take a shine to you I think.”

“I hope he hates you too. You deserve it.”

“Quite the opposite in fact, they all look up to me - or used to. I was quite the charismatic teacher.” More self deprecation. You wondered a long time ago if it was a manipulation technique; but it seems far too ingrained in how he speaks.

“Stop bringing up how “likable” you are. It’s not gonna make me like you. I hate you more than I hate this useless quirk.”

“It doesn’t matter if you hate me.” He shuffles around his kitchen, “Normally I eat out, so you’ll have to forgive my lack of food.” He starts to cobble something together and starts again in his voice. “One of my other students would think your quirk is amazing, please don’t bring yourself down my love; your quirk is why we’re together.”

“And that’s supposed to be a good thing?” He ignores you.

“Once I undo your bindings, you’ll be free to go wherever you want, it was just after the… relocation… I needed to make sure no one could find you. Not that they could keep me from you, I‘ll always know where you are.” He turns on the stove. “It’s such a beautiful quirk, made for love, my love.” He turns, eyes staring into you with blank kindness and shambles towards you on emaciated legs.

“Sto-” The smile on his face widens and widens as you try to speak but fail. “Please..” Another almost breath you let escape. He stands in front of you, hunching so his spine pushes against the back of his shirt, sharp chin digging into the crown of your head. His arms snake around your waist clammy and jutting into your side like rocks. You feel like they weigh you down — into an early grave where someone has already been buried. With that strength that was present earlier he takes a hold of your wrists and pulls. The tape snaps but you hardly feel free.

“You're free to go wherever you want now. Just so long as you come back every night. I’ll get you whatever you need and do whatever you need me too.” It takes you a while to compose your breath but you're sure he’s felt you struggle to catch your breath. So many times.

“But I’m not free to go wherever I want! You always know where I am.” Your hands find their way to your head, digging into your scalp. “How do I know you won’t follow me. You stalked me before you’re gonna do it again.” He’s still hugging you - frozen in place growing colder by the second and coughs. One hand leaves your back and up to his mouth. Pulling away he speaks.

“I’m not always going to be here,” He holds up his hand, mouth open - it never closes - in a grimace. His hand and chin are dripping with blood. “But while I am, I want to do the best I can for you. And what better way than knowing where you always are? I am here. Fear not for anything.” The other hand from your back works it’s way up gently to your head once again petting you. “You can’t see the strings connected to you, right?” You can’t respond anymore, you feel like he’s just smashed your guts. You want to vomit. “They’re beautiful. It’s because you’re beautiful and so is your quirk. I love everything about you.” He sighs deeply and tries to pull your hand from your head “Maybe it’s because I’m supposed to. Maybe I just have the need to protect or help.” He whispers a small ‘I want to save someone again.’ You pretend for your own sake that you don’t hear it. “But whatever the reason, never doubt,” He presses a kiss to your forehead and his fingers filter through your hair, pressing your head to his lips.

“A-all Mi-” He pulls away and rests a finger gently over your lips.

“Shh. I am here.”

#yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere toshinori yagi #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yagi toshinori #all might #all might x reader #yandere all might #Yandere all might x reader #tw stalking

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that-gt-and-vore-stuffs · 3 years

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Experiment 05SB

Alternatively titled “I’m sorry 2B don’t hate me please”

I hath given in to the M4dc0m brain rot at the cost of me now having written a 7k+ word fic because I’m not confident enough in my art skills to draw it at the moment. Here we go!

Oh, there’s also implied fatal in this (it’s of unnamed characters, plus this is M4dc0m, but I’ve gotta say it. I guess you could take it as reformation if you really wanted to.). Mentions of blood I guess?

As always, Vore under the cut :)

“Ey 2b? You there?” Deimos’s voice crackled to life through the plastic earpiece currently jammed into his left ear, yanking the hacker and unofficial ‘team medic’ as he was called once (much to his own confusion. Sure, he knew basic medical but by no means was he any sort of doctor) back into reality. A brief moment passed in the silence of his room, more often called ‘the lab’, of their base before everything came crashing back at once. Deimos, Sanford, and Hank were out raiding a A.A.H.W warehouse at his instruction. Meaning he was alone in their base, also known as a breaking down appartement they had taken shelter in. It had electricity and provided shelter from the harsh hell scape that had once been the state of Nevada. A dark red sunless sky overhead, vegetation and any ecosystems completely wiped out from what they’d seen, bandits and zeds equally ready to eat the nearest person if it meant living another day, the Agency hunting you down if they thought you’d possibly be working against them or with the infamous Hank J. Wimbleton, and having little to no essential resources for days at a time to top it all off like some twisted cherry on this sick cake. Home sweet fucking home.

“Doc? Helllloooo?” Shit, right. Deimos.

“Sorry, I’m here. What is it Deimos?”

“And the medic lives!” The small cheer was accompanied by laughter from the smallest member of the team. Jebus, how was he able to joke in even the most dire situations?

“Just get to the point, chucklehead.” 2b could hear Sanford add in over the static, the man’s laughter just barely making it to tired ears.

“Right right, sorry man. Anyway, if we wanted to get food on the way back would you say no?” Pardon? There was no way he was hearing that right. There were several reasons why he couldn’t be hearing that right. A. food wasn’t by any means the easiest thing to come by in this hellhole, B. restaurants weren’t really a common thing anymore so those were out of the picture, and C. there’s no way they could p- actually, scratch that last one. Robbing a corpse wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that those three had done. Not by a long shot. Still though, how was he supposed to respond to that request?

“…what?” Apparently by asking the first word on his mind.

“We saw that one hotdog vendor on the way here and we’re all starving. Can we or can we not get hotdogs on the way back?” Oh. That’s what Deimos ment. How on earth had that hotdog vendor not been killed yet?

“Is this a genuine ‘we’ or is it a ‘me’, Deimos?” That seemed like a more fair and answerable question.

“Hey I-!”

“It’s a genuine ‘we’ Doc,” Sanford’s voice chimed in. By the cursing in the background 2b could imagine that he had flipped up Deimos’s mic to temporarily mute him in the realm of their earpieces. “Pretty sure one of our stomachs gave us away to the last group of agents we had to take out. Not gonna point fingers but I’m pretty sure it was Hank- Ack! I’m just saying!”

“Thought we weren’t pointing fingers.” There was the third voice. Rough from years of fighting yet still all too recognizable as Hank. The same Hank J. Wimbleton on the wanted posters that scattered the walls of almost every nearby building, wanted dead by the Auditor and his whole agency. He must’ve smacked Sanford for his comment. Well at least he didn’t do worse, whether on purpose or accident.

“We aren’t. Now Cmon Doc, you never answered my question.” Hearing the other hacker’s voice ask for an answer again 2b sighed. Always eager, wasn’t he? How the man had seemingly endless energy on missions would forever remain a mystery to him, Jebus be damned.

“I don’t really care what you do on the way back so long as you all come back in one piece and with the stuff I sent you there for. Understood?”

“Aye aye, Captain Doc! Over and out!” And there they went. The earpiece went dead, leaving 2b on his own once again once he flicked up his own mic. Back to silence. Sweet sweet silence. It wasn’t often they got that in their shared apartment of a base. Someone was always awake, someone was always saying something. It was never really quiet unless you were lucky enough to be the only one awake. 2BDamned had seen plenty of those rare times, if only because he overworked himself and didn’t sleep. So maybe it was one of his less than desirable qualities, when living in a hellscape being ten steps ahead of the agency trying to kill you is always good. He had to keep that up, on top of keeping the others alive and well.

And then there was his little experiment. That also was taking a toll on how little he slept. Not all that long ago the trio had returned from a mission with the data he had requested and more. Specifically a duffel bag full of seemingly shrunken grunts and two only slightly bigger shrunken MAGs. Pft, how funny it was to say that. A shrunken MAG. Hell, he wouldn’t believe it if you told him with no proof. The idea seemed insane. Oh but it wasn't. Not by a long shot if the cages sitting on one of his tables said anything. Normally he’d call such a thing like keeping people in cages inhumane, not that there were many humane things in this hellhole to begin with. He’d expect keeping them in cages that probably used to be for pets to be a move pulled by the Agency, not himself, however he had to make do with what they could find and had access to. Also known as: not much at all. He wanted to study them after all. Letting them free was just not an option.

Now that probably sounds bad, studying living beings like himself, but one couldn’t blame 2b when you considered his situation (at least he hopes one couldn’t). Somehow the Agency found a way to shrink living beings. That’s power that could be used against him and the others to make everything turn for the worst, something which he wanted to avoid at all costs. However, if one of his teammates or himself were to be shrunken on a mission it would be possibly lifesaving to know how to reverse the effects. Plus, having the power to shrink enemies on their side could certainly prove useful. All that being said, he needed these few alive in order to try and figure out what caused them to be how they were. Hence the repurposed, beat up pet cages. Two of them to be exact. One held the grunts and the other for the two MAG agents. None of them had killed each other yet, so that was nice. A few simple experiments and a dissection of a grunt that had been dead upon arrival to him proved that they still functioned as they would if they were their normal size. Just on a smaller scale. He had sent Hank, Deimos, and Sanford out for supplies today, yes, though if they found any information regarding the shrinking of their little ‘guests’ then they were to bring it to him. With no information on that though, he had to continue his other work. Tired eyes met the screen through red goggles. Moments later his head found itself cushioned in the crook of one of his arms.

“What the hell.” 2b grumbled, a fresh headache slowly starting to pound against the inside of his skull. What the hell was up with him? He should be fine. This was only his second day without proper ‘longer-then-15-minutes’ sleep. He’d gone longer before, he should be able to function. Why was the screen giving him such a headache now of all times? He needed to get stuff done. He needed to finish up this…this……what was he working on again? Hold on, no, he should remember. This shouldn’t be slipping his mind like it is. Maybe if he just thought back a few minutes. It would come back to him, right?

“Ok right before Deimos called, what was I doing?” 2b thought out loud to himself, trying his hardest to recall what had happened prior to the call from his allies. ”I was sitting here…then Deimos called in. Wait, no. Go back. From the top. Since…however long ago I’ve been sitting here, working on…what was I working on before Deimos asked about getting food? I sent them on the raid, didn’t eat, got to work and- no. That’s not it. Why can’t I just-“

Gggnnnnnnrrrr…

Oh well fuck him. That’s why he couldn’t focus. 2b groaned, not bothering to hide the noise as of now. He was alone, no one would hear him or tease him. Unless you would count the shrunken men in the cages, however it wasn’t likely they’d say anything. When you’re the size of a rat, spare the MAGs who were more rabbit sized, to your captor pissing them off seemed like the worst thing one could do. Clearly the hacker wasn’t at all in the mood to deal with teasing, so their mouths remained shut. That left 2b alone to deal with his complaining stomach, a feat which proved easier said than done when one was going off a day and a half without properly sleeping. He couldn’t even remember the last time he ate something. It was all just fuzzing together at this point.

Pushing himself off his desk 2b flopped back into the worn chair he’d been sitting in for God knows how long. Relaxing into the backrest was certainly more comfortable than being hunched over a laptop screen typing away like he had been for the past day or two. A hand fell to rest over his stomach while the other removed his goggles. Those were not helping the blooming headache. A low growl from his stomach drew a small hiss through his teeth, the sound being accompanied by a familiar empty cramping.

“Oh you can shut up.” He grumbled at the organ half heartedly, “It’s not like I can eat anything right now. There’s a reason I sent Hank and the others out.” His stomach growled back, the empty sound ringing in the hacker’s ears. He needed to eat, that was undeniable. The problem was getting something to eat. He had few options, none of which he particularly liked. Option 1. going out to look for something even slightly edible on his own, option 2. wait and hope the others found and brought back food, or option 3. contact the others through his headset and ask them to get him something on the way back. The first option was clearly undesirable on its own and the other two weren’t much better. Sure, asking them to grab something for him would probably be easiest and most logical, however he was almost certain that they didn’t want to hear that out of the blue in the middle of a fight. That and he didn’t want to deal with any teasing that might come along with asking. He wasn’t about to take that chance when he had things to do. He couldn’t remember those things at the moment, sure, but they were still things he had to do! So asking was not an available option at the moment. That left waiting and hoping for the best.

Rrrrrrrnnngggggg….

“I know. I don’t like the idea either.” 2b sighed as he spun around in his chair, gently patting his stomach. He needed to get out of his chair, even if it was just a walk around his room. He needed something after a day and a half straight of sitting there hunched over staring at a screen. Maybe it’d help with the headache if he was lucky. Probably wouldn’t but hey a man could dream. With a small grunt of effort the hacker found himself on his feet, his balance wobbling and legs feeling like brittle pasta beneath him. Ah, that's what I wanted to do earlier. Go figure taking breaks gets ignored by my brain. “However, I do believe it’ll end with the best result. I’m sure they’ll be home soon anyway.”

They wouldn’t. That was a lie, to himself and to his stomach alike. He likely had a few more hours alone, maybe two at least. The A.A.H.W warehouse he’d sent them to was big and if you account for fighting delays and them stopping on the way back then the chance of them being back in the next two hours would be some sort of miracle. By the way his stomach reacted every time he brushed over the thought that the trio was getting food on the way back then he wasn’t going to be looking so hot by the time they arrived back. Oh he was going to get the short end of the stick no matter what he did, wasn’t he? Talk about luck. 2b sighed, running a hand up and through his hair as he walked along one of the walls of his small room. His stomach clearly wasn’t shutting up any time soon so the next best course of action would be to ignore it. Maybe that would help him wait it out. What could he focus on? There was work, he could clean up a little bit maybe, or he could focus on the rattling coming from the cages and-

Hold on.

That most certainly wasn’t right. 2b cocked an eyebrow, crossing the room to where the three cages were placed. Quite the interesting scene was playing out before him. From what he could see a few of the shrunken grunts were teaming up to try and break out of the cages. This wasn’t their first little escape attempt, no, but it interested him enough as he stood there watching and attempting to grab his tablet at the same time. Eventually he had succeeded, opening up a new document to scribble down a few notes.

Title: Log 073SB

Time: 6:34 pm, xx/xx/xx

Author: 2BDamned

Note: Grunts working together to attempt escape. MAG agent seems to be attempting to cause a distraction by rattling the wall of the cage. Or perhaps they just want out. Very annoying either way. None seem bothered by my presence.

Satisfied with his little note, 2b closed the tablet and set it down on the counter next to one of the cages. Whether it was him being too rough with setting the tablet down or the low grumble from his stomach that startled the cage of grunts was up for debate, but currently he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Right now he needed to have a chat with the little troublemakers. Without hesitation the unofficial medic reached forward, opening the little hinged door located on top of the cage with ease compared to what the grunts inside were attempting before. He didn’t think twice before he reached in and grabbed the two topmost grunts from the pile of attempted escapees before retracting his hand, repeating the process with his other hand, and finally closing the cage. Hands now full, each holding two fighting bodies, the hacker sighed.

“Escape huh? How many times have you already tried that and it didn’t work?” 2b asked, a less than impressed tone lacing his voice. Sure, he needed a distraction from his stomach but he didn’t want to have to deal with escape attempts left and right for the next however long. “What made you think it’d go any different this time?”

There was a moment of silence before a soft voice spoke up, one that clearly hadn’t been used recently. One of the grunts in his left hand. “W-we figured i-if we actually tried and w-worked together then maybe we’d b-be able to manage a successful…e-escape…”

“Really now? Interesting.” 2b mumbled, looking over the grunt in his hand. They were all so small. You’d think he’d have gotten used to their size by now but every time he held one it seemed to slap him in the face. Offing them if they got too rowdy wouldn’t be hard at all. Wouldn’t need to use anything to begin with. How crazy it was. “Though I’m not sure I can let this slide as I have with previous instances.”

“W-what?” His response seemed to temporarily stun the four in his hands, most likely because of how it was different from his previous comments on their attempted escapes. A shiver passed over them like a wave while the hacker only nodded.

“Your previous attempts at escape. While I can understand why one would try I’ve made it quite clear that successful escapes won’t be happening nor tolerated, correct? I need to prove my point here because you all clearly don’t understand words.” He shifted on his feet slightly, a new question wracking his brain. What could he do to show he wasn’t going to deal with constant escape attempts? It had to be something that stuck, seeing as they clearly didn’t understand his earlier comments about escape not being tolerated. Only a few moments of silence passed before his lips were moving again. “You four are going somewhere else. A stronger holding space. If any of the others try anything they’ll join you. Simple, yet effective.” Or it would be if he knew exactly where he planned to stick these four. What did he have that could serve as a stronger cell for them? The cages were already pretty secure in terms of what he could work with. He just needed something stronger, close to him, hard to escape, and threatening that held a sense of danger with it. But what could that be? His eyes darted around the makeshift lab, trying to find something.

Grrrrroowwwllll…

2b’s eyes slowly scanned down from his shaking captives to his stomach. For a moment he just stared, eyes lacking any readable emotion. Well now that was certainly an option. It fit his criteria. Almost too well. Strong, hard to escape, close to him, and it held a sense of danger. Under his mask his torn and scared lips quirked up into a little smirk. “Mmhm. That’ll do quite nicely, in fact~”

The final moments of peace were shattered as the meaning of his words collided with his captives like a well aimed punch to the gut. Hearts sunk to their feet like rocks in water, despair rearing it’s head in their struggles. Those fortunate enough to remain in the cages simply watched with a muted horror as the four bodies were tossed onto the table and held down with little to no effort. The hacker wasted no time removing the mask and bandages that usually covered his mouth, tossing the fabrics haphazardly beside his discarded tablet. Despite the word fresh being the last thing he’d use to describe the Nevada air, 2b knew he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t nice to just breathe the air in alone and not through the layers of fabric like he often did. With the temporary roadblock now gone his eyes drifted downward to the bodies pinned beneath his hand.

“Well, I believe that eliminates any preventable issues we could encounter here.” He hummed softly, plucking the grunt who was covered by his hand the least up into the air. It certainly was odd to watch the little body squirm and fight against him, all attacks on the two fingers holding it proving futile. Their only hope seemed to be 2b letting them go, something which proved less and less likely the longer they studied the look in the hackers eyes. It wasn’t a look one ever wanted to find themself on the receiving end of. The sight of sharp teeth, glimmering with saliva through grinning lips, certainly did not help to lower the grunt’s heart rate at all. 2b simply clicked his tongue. “Meaning stalling time is up. Stay still, won’t you?”

The grunt did not, in fact, stay still. It was impossible to do so as far as they knew when you had a spit soaked tongue dragging up every inch of your front, sharp daggers of teeth only millimeters from their face. A deafening silence washed over the others, only being broken by a small pleased hum from their normal sized captor.

“Not bad…” the man mumbled, dragging his tongue up the squirming grunt yet again. A small voice in the back of his mind, his voice of reason, yelled out the obvious loud and clear to him plenty of times: this was wrong. It wasn’t right to be doing what he was about to do. This was stooping down to the bandits level, something he never intended to do unless absolutely necessary. He shouldn’t be enjoying the taste of another living being like this. And yet…here he was. Ignoring any logic and reason in his mind to proceed with this. Thank goodness he was alone. 2b didn’t even want to think about what the others might say if they were to see him how he was now. Shaking his head softly he shoved away the thought, opening his jaw as far as the joint and scarred tissue that made up his cheeks would allow. He wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned with how easily the small body slipped into his mouth.

Despite their best efforts to squirm free of their new confinement, the slippery surroundings of the unofficial doctor’s maw proved to have horrible traction. Saliva dropped onto the unfortunate grunt’s head from above while they desperately tried to crawl out of the dark cavern. Feet scrambled on the soaked surface of their predator’s tongue as the muscle moved and flipped them around as if they were some piece of candy, all while their hands desperately tried to keep as little of them between the axe like teeth. One bite and they were done for, a terrifying thought. Through it all only three sounds were ever heard from those lucky enough to not be in the current grunt’s position. The sickening sounds of soaked struggle, terrified yelps from the grunt stuck within 2b’s jaws, and the occasional hum from the man himself. The torture, as those watching from the cage would describe it, seemed to continue for hours and hours on end.

Glk

Glp~

Until it all stopped with two simple swallows and a collective gasp of horror from those watching. The relaxed posture of the man they all watched failed to help their situation.

“H….huhh…that was..” the uncertified medic breathed, breaking the silence. His free hand lazily felt down his throat, tracing where he could feel the squirming body slip further down by the second. It didn’t take a genius to decipher that the less angry sounding gurgle from the man’s stomach signaled the end of the unfortunate grunt’s descent. With eyes widened just beyond his natural look 2b gently pressed his stomach. How interesting it was, as morbid as it might sound, to feel something squirming around inside the organ. Before he could even stop to consider a better way to word his thoughts, he finished his sentence. Just not in the way the grunts wanted to hear. “…incredibly easy.”

The last thing any of the remaining grunts wanted to see was those eyes scan up slowly before locking on them as if they were some sort of dessert. The clearly out of place smile on the man’s face didn’t help the feeling of impending doom either. If anything it only made it worse as a rough hand plucked another grunt from the selected three that had remained under his hand. Down, beneath his newfound curiosity and odd urge to continue what he was doing, 2b knew he should have been more concerned about how easy this was coming to him. No sane person would take so calmly to swallowing living beings, especially not of his own kind. Yet here he was, smirking as he licked over his scarred lips with cold eyes locked onto the small shaking body like a cat would after spotting a mouse. Looking at their sizes in comparison to one another? The simile was scarily accurate. Through his whole little mental debate the hacker found it all too easy to slip the small body into his mouth, licking it over to draw out as much of that strangely addicting taste before slowly beginning to nudge it back. Just bit by bit until it was far enough.

Glrk

Grk~

“Two down…haahhh…two to go…” the hacker sighed as he traced the lump down his throat. There was a waiting period once more but it didn’t last long before the shiver inducing gurgle signified where the poor soul had ended up. How the man hadn’t gotten sick yet was beyond the understanding of those who witnessed the event and even the man himself. Surely he should feel at least a little nauseous with two rat sized bodies squirming within his stomach. Nausea and fullness were the two sensations he had expected by now and yet neither had shown their face yet. Deep within his mind, from an area he didn’t even know existed until it spoke, a voice urged him to test his limits. 2b had shaken that idea off nearly immediately. As….enticing as that idea was, he still needed a few of the shrunken grunts alive and well to continue his attempts to recreate and reverse however the Agency had shrunken them before. Four however….well that wasn’t the biggest loss in the world if something happened to go wrong. Leaning a little more heavily over the table he grabbed one of the last two grunts, shoving the struggling body into his mouth head first. Quite the sight it was to watch flailing legs be slurped into someone’s mouth like nothing more than wet noodles. Interesting and horrifying.

Glp

Glrk~

Though compared to seeing someone who had been beside you ten minutes ago disappear down your captor’s throat as nothing more than a barely visible lump would top it in the scarring scale. Nothing could compare to that sight. Good god was it terrifying. The reality that escape was impossible was all but cemented into the remaining grunts' brains now, as that had been what had gotten their companions into this situation in the first place. This was happening because their capturer wanted to prove his point that attempted escape would not be tolerated. At this point they were convinced they’d have to have a death wish to attempt escape now. Especially when their conditions weren’t horrible compared to what they could be in, something which hadn’t crossed their minds till now. Now don’t take their words wrong, by no means did they want to stay here. Especially not now. However, if it meant living another day and not ending up as lunch? Staying definitely was the preferable option.

“One to go. Damn.” The hacker's voice snapped all attention back to him. His position had changed, now leaning back on the table as he looked over the struggling form in his hands. The words seemed to flow from his mouth without too much thought needed behind them. They just felt…right. It was a feeling he never expected to experience in such a context that he was now, much less to have it almost piloting him as it felt now, but he was nearly willing to say he welcomed it. He wasn't well acquainted with the idea of eating living beings after all, so the subconscious help to ease the process along wasn’t something he’d push away. Not unless it were to cause an issue that is. However, nothing of the sort had happened yet, meaning he was going to keep letting his actions flow naturally.

Just as he had with the three before this one, 2b wasted little time starting towards his goal. Raising the grunt just above his head the man dangled the flailing body over his open mouth, a sight that he could assume would terrify anyone in the grunt’s position. All went smoothly as he lowered the small body in. That is until the grunt, having seen an opportunity and taken it, grabbed and yanked down his mic. While he tried to react as quickly as possible, he could only pray the microphone had not managed to pick up the gag he’d made after panic and shock had caused him to jolt forward and send the grunt to the back of his throat. He flipped up the mic as fast as he could, trying to determine the best course of action one could take with a squirming body halfway down their throat and a possibility of having just been ratted out to the others by their lunch. He was screwed were they to find out, what with how at least two of the three always seemed to be looking for teasing ammunition. That and this….well this wasn’t exactly normal, you know.

“Doc? Is everything ok over there?” Fuck. That wasn’t good. Ignoring the sinking feeling of dread in his chest the best he could, 2b took a deep breath and forced the fourth grunt down with a swallow that took a little more effort then he felt it should’ve. Flipping down the mic, he answered.

“Damnit- yes. I'm fine, Sanford. Don’t worry.” The sentence had to be his least convincing lie yet. Between his heavy breathing and dryness in his throat he could tell his voice wasn’t helping him in any way. Now he didn’t take his teammates for idiots, despite how it sure seemed like they were sometimes, but in the moment he found himself wishing they were.

“You sure? You don’t sound all that fine. Did something happen back at base?” The worry beginning to lace the man’s voice through the static filled earpiece only served to worsen the feeling of dread in 2b’s chest. He needed to get Sanford, and the others who were no doubt listening, off the idea something had happened. He needed to deal with the whole I-just-swallowed-four-people-alive thing before they came back, so them returning early was not in the plan.

“No, nothing happened.” He shot back, only realizing the speed in his voice wasn’t too reassuring after he said it. Ok, what was a believable excuse for why he sounded like he did? “I just…spilt coffee on my legs after burning my mouth. Must’ve knocked the mic down in the process.” With a hand to his chest the hacker forced a soft swallow, trying to at least get rid of the uncomfortable dryness that had settled in the back of his throat. Please say they believed that.

“Pft, really? Damn, wish I could’ve seen that. Think you looked like one of those old cartoons, Doc?” Phew, crisis averted.

“Real funny, Deimos. Get back to your mission.” 2b shook his head at the comment. At least they seemed to believe him. It was worth it, even if the mental image of those over exaggerated cartoon characters was now going to show up whenever he even slightly burnt his mouth on coffee. Oh well, some sacrifices must be made.

“Alright alright. We’re going.” The man on the other end laughed. Those idiots. Damn his heart caring for them, now he was attached. “See you when we get back. Over and out, Doc!” And there they went.

Fighting off his own soft laughter, 2b flipped up his mic. A soft sigh escaped him before he could even think to stop it. That could’ve been horrible. While one hand softly rubbed at his neck, sore from what he had to guess was the miniature disaster that just took place, the other gently laid itself over his stomach. The four inside never seemed to stop moving, constantly squirming and slipping about. There were a handful of reasons he could assume was the cause, though the most likely was that being shoved into a soaking wet moving sack with three of your colleagues provided little traction or ability to get comfortable. That and panic. Panic was probably a rather big factor in how they were feeling. 2b, on the other hand, had to be feeling the exact opposite of how they were. The warm weight of his four ‘victims’ was a welcome sensation within the previously empty pit of his stomach. As twisted as he knew it sounded, he would’ve been confident saying that what he was feeling was honestly satisfactory. Why having living beings stretch and actually round out his stomach in a barely noticeable way was causing this feeling was a mystery to him, but at the moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when it felt this nice.

“I hope I’ve made my point clear.” The unofficial medic hummed, looking over to the grunt filled cage. They had backed away from him by now, huddled in the back most corner of their confines. The sight drew a genuine laugh from the man they all seemed to fear ten times more than before. Well that was proof if he’d ever seen it. Looks like their escape wasn’t something he had to worry about any more. So maybe he sacrificed a little of his ‘I’m not going to hurt you’ act for this. It was worth it in his eyes. And besides, he was probably the most gentle with them out of his whole little gang. If they wanted to be left with one of the others then go ahead. Although being left with the mercenary who you were created to kill didn’t sound like the most fun time to him. Smirking, he collected his goggles, mask, and tablet from the table. “It seems I have. Glad we could have this little -hic!- chat. Heh.”

He gave the cage a pat, the rattling of the metal only serving to scare the grunts further back in the ball of bodies they’d curled into, before turning to walk back to his desk. He needed to sit down. Standing apparently became a lot harder when you had four people fighting against your insides. Thinking back, he didn’t know what he would have expected. Did he stumble a little bit trying to get back to his desk? Yes, he did. It was like he forgot how to walk in all honesty. Another reason he was glad he was alone in their base. Like most things though it proved worth it when he finally collapsed into the worn chair he used for work. Without thinking twice he opened his tablet and started a new log.

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“Doc! We’re back!” The call rang out through the appartement, followed by three sets of footsteps marching their way in and the door slamming shut perhaps a little stronger than needed. As the hinges of the door stopped rattling the three expected to hear a displeased groan, followed by the ruffled form of 2b appearing in the hallway to scold them for being so aggressive or something like tracking blood into the base. Honestly, why he still bothered was a mystery to them, at least Sanford and Deimos for they had zero clue what went on in Hank’s head, for the most part. They were mercenaries, fighters, people looking to not end up with their brains splattered on the wall or something worse. They were going to be bloody upon returning, even if that blood wasn’t their own. It wasn’t like their floors were carpet or anything either. In the end though they never bothered to fight the scoldings. No use making the unofficial medic mad, especially if they needed help. The lack of disgruntled medic in the hallway or at least yelling when silence returned to the room was worrying. After a minute or two with nothing spoken and no ruffled hacker to be seen, Deimos tried again to call him.

“2b?” He called out, peering down the hallway which led to their rooms. There wasn’t any blood on the walls, a good sign to start, and no bullet holes that weren’t there before. Unless the Agency suddenly learned how to do stealth missions, something he and he knew the other two were hoping wasn’t the case, he had hopes. Again, no response from the man. Gun still in his hand he took one glance back to the others, a silent ‘follow me’, before continuing down the hallway. Although Deimos had made it to the closed door first he’d been pushed past by the red goggle wearing giant as he reached for the doorknob. Hank had been the one to open the door to 2b’s room. He’d also been the first of the trio to feel the tension in his shoulders drop. It wasn’t long after he had relaxed that he was shoved into the room by two bodies trying to get in and see any damage that could’ve been done while they were gone. The sight of 2BDamned softly snoring away in his chair, nothing in the room seeming out of place, was most certainly a welcome one.

“Ah. So that’s why he isn’t barking us up a tree for your entrance, Dei.” Sanford hummed with a laugh, careful to watch his volume. If there was one thing he didn’t want to deal with after their mission it was a cranky Doc who got woken up by them. It wasn’t a secret he didn’t necessarily sleep after all and there was no way he could survive off coffee like he seemed to silently claim he could sometimes. They all had times when their sleep schedules were fucked.

“Oh shut up, ‘Ford.” Deimos shot back with a playful punch to the man’s bicep. “It’s not like I’m the one who slammed the door. That’s what he would’ve been on our asses about.”

“You slammed it open then yelled loud enough for all of Nevada to hear you. Don’t act like you’re innocent!”

As the two’s words morphed into friendly bickering Hank took it upon himself to deliver the bit of what they got that couldn’t stay in the duffle bag slung over his shoulder at the moment. Buried in the pocket of his jacket was a small object. Something he hadn’t expected to find, but had snagged nonetheless when it had been pointed out by Deimos. For a second as he walked over to the man a rough hand dug around fabric, fingers gripping plastic as he arrived at his destination. Without thinking he tossed the USB onto the hacker’s desk, eyes wandering over small things like the empty coffee mug or discarded goggles. Behind red-tinted goggles they landed on the man’s tablet, the screen now illuminated thanks to what he could assume had been the small drive hitting the desk. Prying wasn’t something he often did when it came to his teammates, respecting their privacy as they often did his, but after a certain word caught his eye he couldn’t help but read the log that had popped up.

Title: Experiment 05SB

Time: 7:42 pm, xx/xx/xx

Author: 2BDamned

Note: I…cannot believe I’m about to write this. This is update one of Experiment 05SB, an experiment started without much if any bit of a proper plan behind it. Phase I, I suppose you could call it, was a success. The shrunken grunts are, in fact, small enough to swallow whole and…alive. MAGs have not yet been confirmed to be the same way, though I’m sure that answer will show itself one day. I am unsure why I am able to keep four of them down without feeling nauseated, but I can. I will update at a later time when more information has presented itself.

The log ended there, eyes falling away from the screen as Hank’s mind worked to process the information it had just been given. According to what had been written before the man had fallen victim to sleep, it was not only possible to swallow the shrunken beings sitting in one of the cages behind him, but the unofficial doctor had done it himself. Four times to be exact. Curiosity grabbed control of his eyes, slowly panning them up to the cage of grunts who looked noticeably more terrified than they usually did. Had they seen the whole thing go down? His mind continued to wander, finding new questions like how on earth the hacker had managed to keep living and no doubt moving beings down like the log said he did. That is unless he’d spit them up before falling asleep. However that seemed highly unlikely-

“Snooping around Doc’s stuff, are we Hank~?” When Deimos had appeared behind him was beyond the mercenary, though the shock of hearing his voice out of the blue was enough to startle him into quickly powering off 2b’s tablet and whipping around to face the two that now stood across with him with far too smug looks on their faces for his liking.

“Woah there, big guy! We didn’t mean any trouble.” Sanford cooed, the fucking Chad cooed, holding his hands up as if he was under some sort of arrest. “Just wanted to know what you were reading over here is all~.”

“Yeah, exactly. I never expected to find you clicking through Doc’s diary.” Deimos added on nearly flawlessly. Sometimes he really hated how well they worked together. Namely when it was against him. “So, was it a love confession~?”

Hank sighed, glaring at the two through his goggles. He sure fucking hoped they could see the look on his face, despite most of it being covered by bandages and his mask. Because he was not amused and he wanted them to know it.

“No, not a love confession, you morons.” He groaned, shaking his head. Telling them straight off what it said would probably be horrible. At the moment he was still having a few difficulties understanding parts of what he read. Lying just seemed like the best choice overall. It wasn’t like he’d be the only one doing so, after all. It sure seemed like 2b did to them over the mic. Speaking of the man, Hank turned around to take a good look at him. At first glance he seemed like he normally did when he passed out in his chair from overworking himself like this. It was only when Hank took an extra second to look and let the information in his brain guide him did he see the slightly out of place softness around the sleeping hacker’s stomach. Unable to help himself Hank felt his ruined remaining lip quirk up into a small smirk under his mask as he turned around to shove the Dumbass Duo out of the room so 2b could sleep.

“Bunch’a nonsense, is all. Now move. I don’t wanna deal with him if you idiots wake him up and we still have shit to put away.”

#soft vore #mawedness combat #hahaha finally!#I’ve been waiting to use that tag #implied fatal #oopsie #it’s no named character so I guess it’s not bad #I mean this is in the M4dc0m universe so don’t expect my works with these fuckers to be as sunshine as some of my N3ws¡3s ones were #2b I do hope you won’t hate me for this if you can see it

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heavenly-halcyon · 2 years

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Hey guys. Guys guys guys. Dead End: Paranormal Park guys.

Anyone wanna talk about possession, characters with blue hair and pronouns, spooky mansions, dogs who aren’t what they seem, characters falling off cliffs, green demons, and hot ghosts

#dead end paranormal park #dead end: paranormal park #mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls #yes this is also about mystery skulls LMAO #please I need someone who hyperfixates on DE:PP to have deep convos with #like ok ok. like I’m not hyperfixated on de:pp but I know I could think about wayyy more and I just. GRAG #electric tries to get more interested in something by relating it to his hyperfixation moment #I know the two aren’t even remotely similar but I have always wanted to give someone my interests #well I mean thematically ig #and in format too but #there are paranormal things #and I am not normal about one and the other has a trans protag and such good humor and NFJDHYGGRRGRGGG #I pspspsps the de:pp people

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inkweaver22-blr · 4 years

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Arthur is going to save the day!

So with the release of Mystery Skulls Animated: The Future it can be pretty much be assured the Shit’s Fucked right now what with Evil Demon Mystery looming over the group. But I don’t think all hope is lost.

Throughout the series it’s been hinted and theorized that Arthur might be spiritually sensitive. He feels nervous in the cave, can sense Lewis’ malice towards him from long distances, and seemed to know there was something off about the picture in Lewis’ locket before it changed.

This sensitivity is also theorized to be the reason ??? possessed him as opposed to Lewis. But then Mystery stops a full possession by ripping his arm off.

So his arm may be gone physically, but what if it’s still present in a spiritual sense? Combined with his pre-existing sensitivity, what if the ‘spirit’ of his arm is possessing his new mechanical one? His arm is basically a conduit for the spiritual as we see in Hellbent where it absorbs Lewis’ energy to get the van to start.

When ??? fully possesses Mystery at the end of The Future, Arthur’s mechanical arm starts acting strange. But instead of glowing the green of ???, it’s giving off yellow electricity that’s normally associated with Arthur himself. His arm then pulls him to the side of his two friends. What if his potential spiritual power is reacting on its own to the current events?

As many people have pointed out, color association is very important in MSA. The fact that his arm is glowing with his own color instead of ???’s is very telling. Yellow is an interesting color as while we normally associate it and Arthur and electricity, it is also commonly paired with holy powers.

I know this isn’t very organized and kinda of rambling but my thoughts boil down to a few things.

1: Arthur is probably spiritually sensitive and has the potential to be a Medium of some kind.

2: Losing his physical arm has potentially connected him even further to spiritual energies and his new arm acts as a conduit for this.

3: His arm glows and is controlled with his own color/power at the end of The Future, meaning it’s his own energies trying to tell him something or help him in some way.

4: Yellow, while we usually expect its connection to electricity in relation to Arthur, is also associated with spiritual or holy abilities.

So what does this all mean? I think the ending of this whole thing is going to have Arthur tap into his abilities somehow and go full Shrine Maiden/Holy Priest on ???’s ass. He’s been the only one so far who hasn’t really had a time to shine and I think having him be the one to defeat ??? for all the pain it’s caused to be perfect symbolism.

#MSA #mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #Arthur Kingsmen #Arthur

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belit0 · 4 years

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Anonymous:

How would the Uchihas deal with a very affectionate s/o? Just loves to give constant affection and praise?

Indra

He has a hard time reacting to his s/o’s affection. It has been a long time since anyone has behaved that way with him, his brother being the last and only person so far. Finding his lover doing so without any problem is something that makes him quite uncomfortable. The compliments are received by Indra with inexpressive faces and cold gestures, but at the insistence of his s/o, he eventually starts to soften up little by little. It’s not easy to make contact with this man, the slightest proximity makes his posture tense as if he were in front of an enemy, but his s/o breaks through his demanding barriers with caresses, love and respect. When Indra is overwhelmed by the situation, his lover gives him the space he needs, and is patient until he reluctantly returns to a new start.

Madara

As a clan head, it’s not surprising that Madara is used to being praised, but when he receives it from his s/o, an infernal pride runs through his chest. With a dominant character, this man needs those words of admiration from the person next to him to feel confident in the relationship. As for affection, he really enjoys it, with certain limits. Being a pragmatic individual, and dedicated both to war and to directing his family, he only allows himself the pleasure of rejoicing with a few caresses in the morning and evening. When he lacks energy, he usually seeks comfort in the arms of his s/o, where he knows that all the love needed (besides Izuna’s) to continue exists. He doesn’t like the fact that there is a person who has the power to lower his guard, but with each massage on his tense shoulders, with each nail scratching his skull after an exhausting day, with each sweet kiss deposited on his chest, he knows he made the right decision in choosing his s/o.

Izuna

This Uchiha has a huge ego, therefore, praise is a must. That his s/o recognizes each one of his qualities and highlights them is something that enhances his good mood, and makes him shine with joy around the whole Uchiha territory. In the face of affection, Izuna has no shame. When he receives, he makes sure to return double the amount. It is not at all strange to see in public the signs of tenderness that he and his partner profess, his love is enormous and pure. He enjoys the caresses on his skin, feeling the hands of his s/o comb his long hair, being hugged surprisingly. This man is like a big black cat, one that constantly seeks to be scratched behind the ears. He makes sure to highlight all the attributes of his s/o in the same way that it does with him, as he firmly believes that relationships are built on two sides.

Obito

Obi is the sweetest thing in the world. Every time he hears his s/o say something nice about him, he can’t help but blush excessively. Even when they have been together for a long time, this Uchiha maintains this behavior as if he were a twelve year old boy before his first love. He would like to be able to replicate each of the compliments he receives with the same love his lover recites them, but shame stops him. He is consumed by his childish and innocent character, and feels that he does not deserve any of the words that his s/o dedicates to him. In the face of affection, Obito has no complaints. Small currents of electricity run through his body when his s/o gets too close to him, his hand sweats excessively when his partner takes it, his body trembles even seconds before receiving a soft and sweet embrace. He is very grateful to have his s/o with him.

Shisui

This man… If someone had told him that falling in love was not easy like completing missions, he would have avoided it at all costs. In the face of the praise, and his lack of sentimental development due to the premature death of his parents in his life, Shisui doesn’t know what to say, and often deflects the subject with distracted smiles and disinterested chatter. When things escalate to the level of affection, the Uchiha finds his escape in mockery and teasing, laughing at his s/o for the caresses intended to give him in a loving way. Not that he really wants to do it, but it is a form of self-defense. He wishes with all his being that his mother was alive to ask her about the dynamics between couples. The only example that he never witnessed is that of his parents when he was a child, before they died as Shinobis, and in his Uchiha pride, Shisui finds it impossible to ask anyone for advice, not even Itachi. He does what he can and how he does it, hoping that his s/o will understand it from that place.

Itachi

The most normal in the whole group. Itachi grew up in an environment where the couple was commonplace, so when his s/o begins to send out the signals that he recognizes as love, affection, and caring, this Uchiha is happy. He has a subtle way of reciprocating, never being obvious or boisterous. He prefers to return to his person those beautiful gestures in the form of minimalist details, some of which only this man could be the architect. A letter on his s/o pillow when s/o returns home, a bath together on a relaxing day, a breakfast waiting for his lover when the latter gets up and Itachi is nowhere to be found. This man has a curious and mysterious way of giving back what he is given, but in the face of his s/o’s praise, he is always surprised and pleased, nodding slightly as he closes his eyes and smiles a little. He listens carefully to the words of his s/o, absorbs them and delights in them, but never says anything about it.

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theprinceofflies · 3 years

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Ship: Wilford/JJ

Day: One out of Twenty one

I’m pretty sure me and @basicallywhite-babe talked about this au. Again I have about a thousand posts so it would be very hard to find every ask i got this off of.

(edit four days later i found it https://theprinceofflies.tumblr.com/post/655080369188667392/0oh-how-about-corpse-bride-nightmare-before)

~`~`~`~`~

JJ gasped as the skeleton rose from the fountain. The creatures around him cheered as the skeleton brushed himself off. A pink suit adorned his body and he grinned at the monsters. The skeleton and laughed and looked around. “Well thank you all for making this Halloween extra special. Dark will now read off the awards,” he said.

“You're the scariest Wilford!” a monster called.

Wilford laughed. “Thanks.”

The king of pumpkins and madness grinned at the monsters. He turned to the hanging tree where JJ was hiding. JJ gasped and quickly ducked behind the tree. Wilford frowned and turned away. “Let's read the awards!”

JJ peeked out from the tree to see the Mayor stepping up on a pedestal. The mayor was a short wan with a head that turned back and forth depending on his mood. “For most scares in a-”

JJ was suddenly whipped around to face an angry doctor. “Vhat are you doing out here?” Henrik hissed. “You know you’re not allowed to be out yet!”

Henrik sighed and pulled JJ away with him. He stopped when he stumbled forward. JJ pointed to his missing arm in Henrik’s hand and frowned. Leafs fell out of his arm socket and Henrik groaned. “This is why you can’t go out.”

JJ sniffed and followed Henrik out of the crowd. “Anti vas so vorried about you!”

JJ rolled his eyes. ‘I doubt he was flirting with the mayor at the ceremony.’

Henrik sighed. “Well come back home. And don’t drug me ever again!”

~`~`~

JJ giggled silently as Henrik snored. A bowl of cold soup sat next to him. JJ smiled giddily as he left the house. He breathed a sigh of relief and headed down the road. He spun in the streets and smiled at the creatures that he passed.

JJ reached the gates of the graveyard and opened it with a loud creak. The mute mused to himself that if he could hum he would. Curse Henrik for forgetting to give him vocal cords. He walked through the gravestones and stopped at the herb patch. Being stuck inside did allow him to cook. And he needed more nightshade. Anti had stolen most of his stash for who knows what. He started to collect the flowers. He smiled softly as he picked the flowers. JJ froze when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hello!”

JJ jumped and turned, falling to the ground and covering his face for protection. “Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

JJ looked up and gasped. ‘You're the pumpkin king.’

Wilford snorted. “Yes, I am. And you,” his grin widened, “you are new! I love new things! We haven't gotten a new monster in so long.” He sighed and grabbed JJ’s face, turning it so he could look at the stitches. He pulled the doll-like monster up off the ground and grinned.

JJ was well, he looked human enough in shape. He was made up of a light blue material that served as his skin. Stitches littered his body. His eyes were glassy, one was a lighter shade of blue than the other. He was told they were taken from an old doll. He wore a bowler hat that had been a gift from Henrik. Under it, he had black hair that was normally a mess. “You're beautiful.”

JJ blushed and shook his head. “You must be the project Henrik and Anti were working on. They wouldn’t let me see you.” Wilford whispered, tracing the stitches that made it look like JJ was always smiling.

JJ grabbed his arm and pushed him away. The skeleton tilted his head and took a step back. “Sorry.”

JJ hugged himself. ‘I’m a failure.’

“What,” Wilford asked, “no you’re not!”

‘I fall apart easily, I'm clumsy and I don’t have a voice box.’

Wilford tilted his skull. “Fall apart?”

JJ nodded. ‘I’m sorry for bothering you, I'll be on my way.’

“You were not bothering me at all.”

‘I’m sure the pumpkin king has better things to do than talk with a failed science experiment,’ JJ signed with a silent laugh.

“I am doing something very important. I’m talking with a beautiful man whom I found in the graveyard.”

JJ blushed as Wilford pulled him closer. “So what are you doing here?”

‘I needed herbs.’

Wilford hummed. “You cook?”

JJ nodded. ‘Yes, I get rather bored cooped up in the lab.’

Wilford nodded and sighed. “Boredom is awful. I’ll tell ya that. I’m bored of this whole holiday. It’s the same blasted thing every year.”

JJ nodded. ‘This is my first Halloween. It’s quite lovely.’

“I’m glad someone likes it.”

‘Well if you don't, why don’t you try something new?’ JJ asked.

Wilford gasped. “Your right!” He pulled JJ in for a hug. “Your totally right,” He whispered, turning away from JJ, still holding his arm. “This is-'' he paused when he felt something tap his wrist. He stared at the now severed arm in his hand that was waving at him. “Oops,” he whispered.

JJ giggled silently and took the arm from the skeleton. He pulled a needle and thread from his pocket and got to work stitching his arm back on. “You have leaves inside of you?”

JJ sighed. ‘It was apparently the only thing they had. I also have stuffing from a teddy bear.’

Wilford nodded and watched him. “I can do that too!” He said and popped his head off. “See!”

JJ finished sewing his arm on and clapped. “Dark always says I should put some use to this. He’s always a grumpy gus though.” Wilford muttered tossing his head back and forth. “Something about scaring more people. I, fuck,” he cried when he dropped his head.

JJ gasped and leapt forward, catching it before it hit the ground. “Oh hello,” Wilford whispered, staring into JJs eyes.

JJ smiled and stood up, placing him back onto his body. Wilford gripped JJ’s arms and sighed. “Thank you.”

JJ nodded and looked away. ‘I should go. Henrik will be waking up soon.’

“Of course,” Wilford whispered. “Feel free to come back any time.”

‘I wasn't aware you owned the graveyard.’

Wilford blushed. “I mean I am the king of the land.”

JJ raised an eyebrow. ‘The pumpkin patch?’

“Fine fine. But please visit.” Wilford said and grabbed JJ’s hands.

‘I’ll try.’ JJ signed as he pulled away from the skeleton.

“Goodbye, doll.”

‘Goodbye.’ JJ signed as he walked off.

Wilford sighed dreamily and let himself fall backwards. “Oh, he’s amazing.”

Something barked and he laughed. “Hey Chica,” he whispered as the ghost dog floated over him. She had a pink pumpkin as a nose and she nudged Wilfrods shoulder.

Chica barked again and tilted her head. “I just met the nicest creature. Do you know what he told me? He told me to change things up!”

Wilford sat up. “But how? Dang it.”

He stood up and walked towards the pumpkin patch. “A walk will help. Oh, I wish Jay would come with me. He’s full of amazing ideas.”

He clicked his tongue and Chica floated over to him. “We’ll play fetch on the way there!”

Chica barked and did a flip in the air. Wilford laughed. “Knew you would like that.”

~`~`~

“You snuck out!” Anti hissed.

“Twice in fact,” Henrik added.

Anti glitched widely and approached JJ. His tail swung behind him and he leaned down to stare at JJ. “And where did you go?”

‘Just the graveyard. For herbs.’

Henrik frowned and tapped his arm. “You vere gone awfully long.”

JJ nodded. ‘I lost track of time,’ he signed as Anti circled him like a shark would its prey.

Henrik raised an eyebrow and Anti pounced on the doll-like creature. JJ gasped as he fell backwards. Anti pulled a note from his pocket and hissed. “Meet me on Friday at Mary Reedfields grave, three o’clock!”

JJ blinked and blushed. “You met someone?” Henrik cried.

“Who is it? Not the mayor right?” Anti hissed, his green eyes turning black.

JJ shook his head. ‘He’s not the mayor. I’m not going to steal your boyfriend.’

“You aren't meeting vith any verevolves right?” Henrik asked.

JJ sighed. ‘No werewolves Henrik. I’m not stealing your boyfriend either.’

Henrik blushed. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Anti giggled. “Oh so sharing health tips and making out isn’t dating?”

“Anti!”

‘Well, Anti I wouldn't say anything. Considering you have the mayor wrapped around your finger.’

Anti hissed. “You’ll do good not to tease me! I am the dark web!”

‘Yes yes and you are on top of me, please get off,’ JJ signed and waved Anti off.

Anti laughed and hopped off of him. “I won’t hurt ya but Henrik on the other hand.”

“JJ you’re grounded. And you vill not be meeting zhis mystery person!”

JJ stood up quickly and gasped. ‘What! Please Hen!’

“Nien, to your room vith you.”

JJ sighed and stormed off. Of course, his creators had to ruin everything. Maybe if they paid more attention to him than their new experiment he wouldn't be such a brat. JJ opened the door to his room and slipped inside. He’d make it, somehow.

~`~`~

Wilford paced back and forth, muttering to himself. “It’s got to be in here somewhere! What does it mean?”

Chica yipped and Wilford brushed her away. “Not now girl.”

Chica yipped again and floated over to the calendar. “What is it? I know I haven't left the tower in a while but,” he trailed off. “I missed my meeting with JJ.”

Chica yipped again and Wilford shook his head. “He’ll be fine. I have different things to worry about.”

Chica growled and floated back to her bed. Wilford grabbed a string of Christmas lights and spun them around his electric chair. “What is the meaning of Christmas? A simple question that I can’t figure out the answer t-” he stared at the window.

There was a basket hanging from a rope. Wilford opened the window and took the basket. He looked for a creature but saw no one. He took the basket with a soft smile. “Looks like I've got an admirer, Chica Bica.”

~`~`~

JJ held his chest and smiled. Anti wasn’t ever going to let him out again after this stunt. He blushed softly and walked away from Wilford’s tower. He reached the wall and stepped out of the gate. He sighed as he sat down, leaning against the wall.

Gosh, he was a mess. He picked up a thorny flower and smiled as he picked the green petals off. He gasped as the petals went up in flames and the thorns grew. A star appeared on the top as it burned. The flames danced, reflected in JJ’s glass eyes before it turned to ash in his hand.

JJ stood up and stumbled away. He had to tell Henrik.

#dapperstache #i'll write more for this au but again i need to fill 21 days up in like a week #21 day writing for camp #also ask box is open for these day i'd love to come back to see my ask box flooded

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mae-gi-writes · 4 years

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Catching Fire | Sunwoo (TBZ Imagine)

In which Sunwoo, a soldier of the Royal Kingdom of Atheera, is smitten with the princess he guards.

Genre: fluff, a lil’ angst.

Words: 1.9K

"I have a really bad feeling about this," Y/N said as Sunwoo helped her climb over the edge of her balcony, legs swinging into nothingness as the wind whistled through the depths of night. She peered over the railing with worried eyes, fear lodged in the back of his throat. What in the world was she even doing?

"Scared, princess?" Sunwoo's murmur brushed against her ear and she shivered at the contact. She threw him a glare and would've shoved him off if not for the fact that there was nothing to cushion his fall.

"You know, I keep asking myself why I do this every goddamn night," she thought aloud when the man turned to climb up the wall, using the vines that twined all the way up the castle and that were as thick and dense as trees themselves. She followed, now able to keep up with his pace with ease. Earlier on, it had been a struggle to even get herself hoisted upwards, her body strength barely nonexistent. But a few weeks in Sunwoo's presence had made her stronger, bolder, more determined to break and bend the laws as she saw fit.

She was shivering by the time they reached one of the towers and was grateful when Sunwoo pulled over over the edge. They toppled to the ground and she landed in-between his legs with a yelp, head lifting only to realize how close they were.

Her eyes widened, "I'm sorry--"

"I'm not," his eyes were playful, curving up into adorable crescents that she was so fond of. Funny how fate had decided that they should meet. He was barely a soldier of the royal guard, having never set foot inside castle walls until the king had promoted him to a member of the princess's private guards.

The few initial weeks spent in her company had revealed to Sunwoo just how different she was from all the rumours that he had once believed to be true. She wasn't poised, definitely not down to earth and as gentle as people made her out to be. Heck, she could barely manage to walk down the hallway without stumbling over her own two feet! How she was still part of the royal family was still a mystery to him.

He pulled her up gently by the back of her elbow as he watched her eyes lighting up with childlike wonder, gazing up at the stars as though she'd never seen anything quite like it.

"I'll never get sick of this," she let out a sigh filled with content as the soldier leaned over the edge with his hands clasped before him, "I can't believe I never set foot here."

"You're not allowed up here though," Sunwoo's eyebrow quirked upwards.

"You're right. I'm not. So I'm glad you showed this to me."

"Anything for you, princess."

"Stop saying that," Y/N shot him a glare that would've sent any other guard running. Sunwoo, however, merely chuckled before nudging her playfully as she continued, "you can call me by my name, you know."

"Oh I know, it's just more fun that way."

"Dick."

"Princess!" Sunwoo gasped mockingly, a hand settling atop his chest, "that is no way to talk!"

She shoved him in response, unable to stop the grin from spreading onto her face as they settled into a comfortable silence and basked in the peaceful air of the night sky.

"Sunwoo, why'd you choose to be a soldier?" She asked suddenly. Realizing that it might have sounded a little condescending, she quickly added, "I mean, did you have a choice or?..."

"I had a choice," Sunwoo smiled down at her, touched at her consideration, "my options weren't the greatest though. It was either to be a soldier or to become an apprentice horseshoe maker and I wasn't into that."

"But being a soldier is such a tough job," Y/N murmured, "aren't you scared? I'd be scared in your place. I hate to constantly think that death might be just around the corner."

"Princess, that's what soldiers are for. We live through death everyday."

"But that's--that's no way to live."

He sighs, "we don't really have a choice."

Silence fell as she contemplated his words, turned them this way and that in her mind. Growing up as a princess had been fairly easy for the most part. She didn't mind acting like a true lady once in a while, so long as she could do whatever she pleased behind closed doors and out of the public's eye. She had grown used to the responsibilities, the endless running back and forth between meetings and conferences and private tutorials that her mother would line up one after another.

But admittedly, this wasn't the life that she wanted to live. Not really. Whenever she caught sight of the young children running around in the village, there was always a sense of envy wallowing through her, a green murky substance she named jealousy that constantly questioned why she hadn't been granted such freedom.

But grass was always greener on the other side, she had chided to herself then. At least there was food on the table, water to drink. She couldn't complain.

"And you?" Sunwoo's words suddenly brought her back to reality and as she blinked, she realized that she had subconsciously sidled up close to him, snuggling into his warmth.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his own hooded ones, glinting with a mysterious light that caused something inside her to stir. When he spoke again, his voice was softer, practically a murmur drifting through the wind, "do you regret being a princess?"

"I had no choice either," she looked out over the horizon and enjoyed the glittering yellow dots that alighted the city, "but I can't say that I don't regret it, for I can't help but wonder what it would be like if my life was different, if I was born in a normal family like everyone else."

"I think you're doing a great job."

She glanced up at him, "what?"

"I think that the people of Atheera would agree with me when I say that you're doing a great job as a princess."

Though Y/N kept her gaze straight, she couldn't help the blush that spread over her cheeks like wildfire, "that's probably one of the nicest things you said to me," she tried not to let her voice quake, to give away to her surprise.

Sunwoo chuckled beside her, "one of the nicest things?"

"You also said once that I was a great friend to you," she picked at her fingers, a habit she never quite got over in the first place, "I think that tops them all."

"You do pay attention, don't you?"

"When you spend all your life listening to people criticizing the way you do everything, you tend to cherish the compliments."

"What if I say that I think I've fallen in love with you? Would you remember that?"

"What?" Y/N's head snapped up with wide-eyed shock, mouth falling open at his statement. She looked like a deer caught in headlights and as Sunwoo gazed at her with a fondness, his heart squeezed with the known fact that this might be the last time he'd ever see her alone. His confession would change everything and while he knew that he was putting his life on the line by spouting this nonsense kept hidden in the grooves of his heart, he couldn't hold it in for longer, not when she was looking at him like he held her universe, so grateful that he'd shown her a piece of the world she seldom knew existed.

"I--Yes, well. I--Of course I'd remember," she huffed in an attempt to keep a straight face. Despite all that, her cheeks were flushing the color of fire and he cocked his head, amused at the way her emotions flickered across her face without restraint for once.

It was as though she had forgotten all princess principles that had been instilled in her from birth.

"You can't do that, you know," she bit her lip and turned away, as if embarrassed by her own reaction. Her hands were picking at themselves and Sunwoo reached out to stop her, the warmth of his palm causing her to stiffen.

"Can't do what? Say that I love you?" He asked.

"You can't love me, Sunwoo. I'm princess of Atheera. That' s bound to break your heart whether you like it or not."

"Oh I know," he gave her hand a little squeeze before moving a little closer, just so that her shoulder brushed against his chest.

Her eyes fluttered back up to meet his, before they held gazes. What Sunwoo foundx to his utmost surprise, was not revulsion or fear. There it was, that naked childlike wonder, as though he'd caught her attention, as though he was the one that could mold her world any way she wanted, and she'd let him.

He swallowed thickly, suddenly all too aware of the electricity buzzing in the air, between their bodies, connecting his palm to hers.

He stepped back. Dropped his hand.

"I'm sorry princess," he looked away, "that was clearly out of line--"

Hands grabbed at his collar before she snatched him down and interrupted him with a kiss.

Sunwoo's eyes widened as he felt her mouth moving against his in the most sensual caresses that alighted his body with goosebumps, before he slid them closed and grasped her waist. He pressed her body against his, feeling her curves mold into his hard frame, and gasped when her hands trickled through his short dark strands, fingers combing along his skull while sending sparks skittering down his spine.

"Princess," he mumbled against her lips, "you can't--and we shouldn't--"

She pressed a kiss along his jaw, "are you denying your princess's orders?" She nicked at his skin playfully, and a soft moan rumbled from the depths of his chest. So he kissed her with even more vigour, allowing himself to momentarily get lost in those dancely curves, in the weight of her flesh against his, and in the taste of her mouth lingering along his tongue.

Later, they sat side by side, now closer than ever and heads tilted back to watch the stars.

"So here's what we're going to do," Y/N turns to him then, "we're going to escape Atheera, together, when the sun sets over the horizon, and run away so that we can get married."

He reached out to brush her hair off her face, "I wish it could be that easy."

"It is that easy, if you want it to be."

Sunwoo shook his head, "as much as I'd like to say yes, you are still Princess of Atheera, and your duty lies with the people. You're not going to throw all that away just for a mere soldier."

"You are not just a mere soldier," she scowled.

"You know what I mean."

Y/n paused for a minute. Then, she sighed, "you're right. We need a better escape plan."

"Did you hear what I just said?"

"Yeah, I heard. And I'm not listening."

They continued to bicker under the stars, unaware of the moon gazing down upon their two figures with a smile on its face. Their love radiated off then in waves, a love so pure and rich with emotion that they would fight for what they believed was right, even if that meant raging war against the stars to make their love shine through.

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Soooo this was originally supposed to be a Juyeon fic. But then as I wrote, I realized that Sunwoo would fit here os well. Plus, I wanted to write a Sunwoo-centered fic for a while so I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know if you’d like a part 2! Thanks to everyone who has read it this far! xx Also, for those who keep up with “Deobi Playlist”, I upload every Monday and Thursday so make sure to turn on your notifications! :,)

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