More Oneshots Coming!

More oneshots coming!

I'm soon going to come out with another Sam and Max fic! This one however involves angst but it still has some fluff. It's probably not coming THAT soon though seeing as I've been pumping out short fics and keep getting idea after idea on ao3.

Anyways, steer clear of the fic once it comes out Sam and Max simps!

There is something ancient living in your bones.

Each waking moment, it haunts your eyelids. When you close your eyes, you see it; an eye bearing down upon you. Alone in the starry void that surrounds you, but they are not stars but more gazes falling upoin you. You cannot escape. You cannot move. There is nothing, and you are becoming nothing.

You wake up with a gasp, choking on your own bile. You could have sworn you felt something terrifying crawling its way up your throatand into your mouth. You couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but lie there and take the brunt of the pain of that episode.

They were getting worse... you winced as you slowly, gingerly sat up, reaching for the glass of water you had on your bedside table. Magolor was generous enough to give you your own room in the Lor, because he proclaimed 'We're Very Good Best Friends, so I'll get you a place to stay!" Back then, you had thanked him with teary eyes as he showed you to your room. Yes, this is better to focus on.

Magolor is out right now, having finished his repairs. You assume he is taking a break. You decide you should too, after that horrible dream you had. It chases you. No way could it be a premonition, not ever, right?

You decide to take a walk. You carefully step outside, looking around. Volcanic, barren, ashen, you wondered how he ever lived here.

And then comes the rush of a portal, a distinct twinkling noise. You close your eyes to the blast of wind that comes rushing in your face, opening one after the initial force passes, but you see a giant gloved hand descending upon you instead. You wonder if this is the end, but then-

"Found you!" he chirps, grasping you in one giant hand and purring as he giggles. It sounds malicious.

You let out a shocked cry as he scoops you up in his embrace, hurtling through dimensions. As he is defeated by Kirby's friends, you sit in shock. The crown he wears on his head, you have seen somewhere before. It's whorls sit on his head, digging in deeper. Blood slowly trickles down his face, but he doesn't seem to notice.

You call out to him.

It doesn't matter. His desperation, Kirby's yell as he cleaves his body in twain with the Ultra Sword, the Crown leering down at you as it bears down upon his body and twists him- Darkness spreads across his face and he chokes on something, head falling. Then he looks up again, blinking blankly.

The eye swivels, lolls in his mouth, and you get up.

Too late, you realise your dreams were not of your fate, but of his. A warning that you failed to heed? A divine call to save his soul? Whatever it is, you didn't achieve it, and here is the result. With heart heavy and hand of iron, you grasp something in your space. A gift, once.

"You'll never have to fight again. You loved the bow, right?" "Yes, but my memories are tainted long. Please help me."

"...Well! I don't know how to help you. But I can set up a little minigame for you- I love building themeparks! It really is fun... I think you'll like this one I have, and... here. If you ever need to defend yourself, of course, friend!"

But he gave it to you to protect you with. It will service as a weapon in tough times. You grasp it in your hand, other pulling back the string. An enchanted bow, so you would never run out of shots. Your heart hurts. You let loose the arrow.

...You cannot not even hear his final call to you, transmitted by the Lor.

Suplex Supperdox

Pairing: Sam x Max x Reader

Words: 1389

Warnings: GORE, mentions of sex, angst(barely), but other than that it's pretty tame, nothing sexual actually happens.

I HAVE NOT PROOFREAD THIS, don't except it to be perfect. And unlike my other 6000 words something smut fic this one is obviously a bit shorter.

Also this fic is obviously gender-neutral. Come get your shit simps.

Summary:

Going on a date with Sam and Max, you find yourself in an unexpected situation and having a conversation with them about your job.

Sounds of guts and blood getting thrown and splattered out of the body fills the dark and wide forest. Max's grin getting wider and wider as he used his weird saw bat to shred the already dead corpse. You helping along with your sharp axe you got at a market a long time ago and Sam lovingly looking at the two of you. Kind've in the sense of- oh I dunno "look at these two dorks" or "they'll never change will they?" sort of way, kinda not really at the same time. Point is, I forgot the word and now I'm making up lines.

You hit the corpse on its shoulder just perfectly slicing it off of its place, creating a grotesque pop and crunch sound as well as a squelching sound from the flesh. You quirk an eyebrow and grab onto the arm with your already bloodied hand. You look at it with great intent. Examining it you found a particular bone that piqued your interest. You stared at it until delicately putting your fingers around the head of the humerus popping out of the bicep. After studying it you roughly rip the humerus out of the flesh making a strange squishing sort of sound and a twist of the flesh once having held it together.

Bone in hand you fondle with it for a while, wanting to see how it feels more thoroughly. The texture of it was both rough yet smooth, the blood and meat still coating it making its texture even better. Whenever you would touch the flesh would make a small sludge and jiggling sound. The blood dripping off and onto the dirt-filled ground accompanying the air as well as the sounds of bones cracking from where Max was, making the experience even better. It sent a shiver through your spine. You relished in it.

You finally wrap your palm around the bone and let your hands slump down, instead turning your attention towards Max and Sam. "You know, when you two said "date" this wasn't the kind of date I was expecting." Max continues to repeatedly shred the body but his ear twitching up shows that he was listening. Sam on the other hand was giving all of his attention to you, not even looking back at the corpse. He looked a bit worried.

"What, a-are you not enjoying it?" Sam asks albeit anxiously. Max seems to momentarily stop before resuming again, this time going a bit quicker and a slight twitch from his grin showing. A look of shock immediately enters your face. You wave your hands frantically infront of you.

"What? No! It was just a bit unexpected. Well, now that I think about it, it's not that unexpected and more less expected but-"

"Were you expectin' some sort of classic boring ol' restaurant date? You know we stopped doing those when that cannibal restaurant downtown in the dark alley closed." Max's grin turned into a irritated expression while Sam looked anxious. But why? You sigh and take a deep breath. Just as you were about to speak Max interrupts you.

"Yeush, is it really that bad being with us? The only thing you do is work, work and work! We're getting- ugh yuck I hate saying this but-"

"We're starting to get worried (Y/N)." Sam interrupts Max. Max let's out a sigh of relief. "Thank you Sam." You quirked an eyebrow at the two, confused by they're statements.

Worried about you? Honestly you never knew the word "worried" and "we're" would ever come out of their mouths considering.. well, them. Yet here you were, hearing those words in an entire sentence.

You knew you worked a lot and was almost always exhausted after the day finished but it wasn't THAT bad.

...Wasn't it?

You sighed and simply shared eye contact with the two. Showing them some sort of attention in the means of them not completely ignoring you (or zoning out), Max was one example of this. "I'm sorry guys but killing is a hard job. You know, being an assassin and all that. If I don't give it my all I might mess the job up or worse get caught. You know how it is-"

"Then invite us to follow along sometime!" Max suggested, interrupting your sentence. You blinked and gave both him and Sam a deadpan. But you didn't open your mouth yet to speak, knowing very well whatever Max was going to say, he wasn't done yet. "You know how much I like violence! I wouldn't mind the blood and neither would Sam. We can even help and cheer you up so you don't get all tired and torn when you get home."

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "I know you do. But as much as I would appreciate the help you two aren't exactly the trustworthy type." The wind blew against your face getting harsher, but they didn't seem to notice it at all. Max seemed dead set on convincing you to loosen up and agree with him and Sam simply went along. He looked a bit agitated and disappointed at the bunny, probably because he wanted to take the more gentler, long approach. While Max just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.

"Besides, I don't feel as if it's tiring to the point where it's unhealthy! I can still hang out and go out with you guys-" "We barely even got you here, (Y/N)." Sam interrupted, now also being more active in the conversation. Max continued Sam's sentence. "You literally whined to us and said you probably couldn't come." Your eyes widened and you tugged at yourself, averting your gaze from the two. They both had a weird look of determination.

You know for a bunch of dorks that barely seemed to waste time on affection or sappy stuff, they were awfully needy. But maybe they were right. You had found yourself spending less time with them and instead found yourself spending more time with your bed.

You cringed and your face quickly contorted into a look of defeat. You sighed and simply nodded, agreeing with their argument. Yet you still found yourself always admitting defeat quite oftenly when it came to them. Maybe it was because you were in love with them. That made you weak and bend over to your knees at any time to them.

Although this was far stray away from how you acted in sex. You were a lot more.. dominant then.

But this isn't the time to think about that, was it?

"Yeah, you guys are right." Immediately their eyes lit up. Sam one of relief and Max out of.. something else you couldn't quite piece together. "I should really take it more easy with my job." Max hopped and grabbed ahold of your hands, looking up to you in an instant.

"Does that mean we get to come to your job and watch a writhing living body tremble and churn while it slowly gets the life drained out of it?!" Max asked rather excitedly. His eyes had that usual glint of crazy. Meanwhile Sam chuckled and looked endeared by Max's excitement. You laughed and pressed a quick kiss on his mouth- err teeth. You then quickly booped him on his nose while laughing.

"Absolutely not, sweetheart." And just like that he quickly deflated, causing you to snicker at his overly dramatic reaction. You petted him softly and simply grinned at him.

"Of course you can pay me a visit at my job, honeybun."

Just as quickly as he had deflated did he sprung back to life. Sam seemed pretty excited too, his tail wagging from behind. You smiled and gestured him to come closer towards you. He happily obliged and rather excitedly came over to you. You shared the same kiss you had given Max towards Sam, except this time it wasn't on his teeth, but on his nose. He blushed and you blushed too, feeling the heat flush over your cheeks.

You turn back to the body and smirked. "Now I believe we were doing something, weren't we?" Almost instinctively they nodded and you giggled, turning back to the corpse.

Yeah, you wouldn't change a single thing for this.

👀👀

YES

tamatoa’s nsfw potential still has the tightest hold on me

AYO DID SOMEONE SAY MAGOLOR SMUT??? TAKE UR TIME MY BODY IS READY (I’m not normal about that traitorous egg bastard)

HECK YEAH I DID DUDE! And to be real with you, I'm not normal about him either. (Also I'm soon done with it so expect to see it out soon. Only thing is that the plot is kind of meh and it is mostly just me being horny BUT UHHHHH-)

Anyways, the fic is coming out soon in ao3 (I'm already at 3000 words wtf and it's still not done)

GUYS PLEASE- PLEASE REQUEST. I AM SO GAY FOR THESE MORONS AND- MY CREATIVE JUICES ARE GOING INSANE TODAY PLEASE- REQUEST

(Also like- I just wanna know jf somebody is actually reading my shit lmao🤣)

(AND ALSO ALL MY 4 NOTES ON FIC ILY, I LOVE YOU <3333)

(Also I tried finding that one emoji where it looks down and crys but it's whatever I guess.)