Can i suggest an oneshot where Thor noms Loki? (not pairing, just protective brother vore)
Oh course anon!!)
“Thor I see that look. absolutely not.” Loki grounds out, staring at his brother with annoyance. Every since everyone found out he had acted by the will of Thanos they had made it their apparent mission to keep him ‘safe’ which was annoying when it was Thor and ten times worse when the Midgardians got the ability as well.
“Brother, I have no idea what you’re referring too.” Thor responds an air of false innocence in his tone. Loki takes a step back manifesting his knives. They wouldn’t do much damage, Thor having compared them to the Midgard animal of a cat. It was probably due to his size.
He bares his teeth in response trying to see if he could scoot past his oaf of a brother, or at least create an illusion to distract. He takes a swipe at the fingers that come to scoop him up, grimacing when his back hit the wall. “I am beyond serious brother, I will stab you.” He practically hisses out, knives raised as his brother looked at him fondly.
“You haven’t been sleeping Loki. While it may not affect us as much as the Midgards it is hurting you. I see it in your eyes.” Gods the one time his oaf of a brother was observant enough it had to be now. “It’s none of your concern.” He snaps back, though he could feel himself lowering his knives.
“Friend Stark speaks of it too, you see him don’t you? You see the carnage, the control..the outcome.”
Loki swallows nervously trying to force the images away. He didn’t want to relieve it, he didn’t need to. It was a tad comforting to know that someone shared the same experience as he.
“I know the heat is uncomfortable so..I had friend Stark aid in that regards.” Thor presented him with an odd looking pill, it was blue in nature and had icy tendrils. “What is this.” Loki turns his gaze from the pill to his brother, narrowing them in what he hoped was threatening and not confused.
“Friend Stark explains that it makes the stomach colder, no pain for the one who takes it and will reverse in a few hours.” Thor explains his smile only growing with each passing second. Loki hesitates a sense of relief washing over him. It was obvious that he would be going down regardless but there wouldn’t be an uncomfortable heat that made his skin crawl.
“Fine.”
Thor gives him a confused glance before speaking. “You accept?”
“Yes. But if anyone asks I will deny it.” Loki hisses back, as he sheaths his daggers. Sleep had started to make his life unbearable and he craved the normal blissful nothingness as he rested.
Thor didn’t seem to question it, taking the pill without so much as blinking. Ha eager bastard. “This doesn’t mean you have my permission to do this during battle, I am more than capable of doing so.” He warns as he was plucked up by his waist. “But of course brother.”
“I don’t like your tone. Who taught you sarcasm.”
Loki rolls his eyes when the only answer he got was being slid into his brother’s mouth with a rumbling chuckle. “Bastard.” He mutters under his breath, kicking the teeth once he was sealed in darkness. Surprisingly It was indeed much cooler than he was used to and while it wasn’t freezing it was a welcome change from the heat.
“Don’t drag it out this time your oaf.” He adds on, shoving at the tongue when it started it’s attack on him. He groans in annoyance as saliva soaked his clothing. He happened to like the outfit that the spider child picked out for him. He hoped these Midgardian clothing cleaners were as good as they claimed.He grimaces when the muscle continues it’s job, saliva building up to the point he knew he would be going down.
The tilt of gravity makes his insides flip and soon his feet were positioned right before his brother’s throat, the flesh pulsing ominously. “Get on with it you drama queen.” He snaps patting the muscle beneath him. No sooner did he finish his sentence a swallow pulled him down, the muscles rippling over him as he was pulled further into his brother.
His teeth hits the tight ring of muscle to the stomach, it gives easily and soon he’s plopping into the stomach. The heat was..gone. The stomach had a cool air to it, the electricity sparking under the muscle making the stomach almost..comforting.
“Are you alright brother?” The loudness of his brother was toned down much to his relief. “Yes. I’m fine.” Loki settles down against the muscle, letting the movement press into him. He sighs and closes his rest, relieved to find none of the images haunted him.
“If anyone asks where I am just say I am causing chaos with the hot dog cart man.”
What's the most embarrassing moment when Peter got swallowed by Tony? (And can we get a short story?)
of course! Bare with me I’m rusty-
Peter couldn’t believe it. Out of all the battles, all the times he tripped in school this was literally the worst thing that had ever happened to him. He stifles a groan squeezing his eyes shut as he dangled in the open air. For the fifth time he wriggled against the webs his scowling deepening when it didn’t give.
Mr. Stark had of course shrunk him for a later snack, which he promptly snuck away from to work on his edible webs. IT was sorta going to be a surprise for the genius considering the man times he had been subjected to the odd taste of his normal webs. It should’ve worked, it really should’ve but instead it just stuck to the ceiling and made him slowly spin in circles. After this he was so done swinging for awhile
He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but he finally caved after the sticky solution managed to get wrapped around his body. “Friday?”
“Yes Peter?”
“Can you um...can you tell Mr. Stark that I need help?” He mumbles his cheeks going red. He felt ridiculous and probably looked the part dangling in the air like an abandoned sticky hand on the ceiling. “of course, Peter, Boss is on his way now.”
a few moments later the genius came in, looking around and slowly moving forward like he was afraid he’d accidentally step on Peter. The teen lets a small snort of amusement out, well until Tony’s eyes flicked upwards a chuckle drawing out from the man.
“H-hey! Don’t laugh! and before you judge this is totally your fault.” Peter sputters, his blush worsening when the webbing made him slowly face away from the man. “How is this my fault? I’m pretty sure I didn’t stick you to the ceiling.” Despite everything Peter couldn’t help but to relax at the sound of his mentor’s voice.
There was some noise before the sound of repulsers reached his ears, hands cupping around him, surrounding him in blissful warmth. “The webs- I made them special for you but they’re all wrong and made me stick too much.” He pouts, relaxing into the feeling of solidness. the webbing above him snapped as his mentor pulled him down to his chest. It was a welcoming move considering how long he had been dangling in open air.
“Why special webs for me? are they easier to clean off my ceiling you little gremlin?” Tony prompts, Peter’s insides swooping at the feeling of slowly descending down to the ground. Stupid tower with stupidly tall ceilings.
“Well, kinda? They’re edible so they basically should dissolve like cotton candy when they’re in contact saliva.” He snuggles into his mentor’s chest, relishing the feeling of heat he forgot how nice being held could be.
When he didn’t get a reply, he looks up, not too surprised to see that hungry glint in his mentor’s eyes. He was supposed to already be tucked snugly away inside the genius. Hell, if Tony hadn’t gotten distracted, he would’ve already been down. Before he could process being lifted up to the genius’s face the warm slimy muscle dragged over him, a hum of approval sounding out.
“Mr-Mr Stark! A little warning next time!” He squeaks out, glaring up at his mentor. All he got in return was a soft chuckle and an amused looked. “What? You can’t tell me you basically make candy webs and not expect me to sneak a taste~”
Another squeal escapes him when the tongue dragged over him again, targeting the strands around his waist more than anything. “Hey! Warning Mr. Stark! come on!”
“Fine fine, but seriously kid good job on the flavor. Loving the raspberry undertones.”
Peter rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as his mentor’s mouth opens wide in front of him, the muscle twitching eagerly as he’s brought to the opening. A few weeks ago, he would be putting up a fuss or at the very least be squirmy but now it was a familiar sight. “This technically wasn’t a warning.” He grins watching his mentor pause for a moment and sigh. The action causing a rush of warmth to wash over him.
“Warning.”
And with that he was popped into the genius’s mouth. HE rolls his eyes patting the muscle under him as it made sure his limbs were out of the way. The light fading as the man closes his mouth, the soft clack of teeth sealing him from the outside world. “Now you’re being the smart ass!”
He grins as he’s gently pushed around, saliva pooling around him more than usual. Huh he never really took Mr. Stark as a raspberry sort of guy. He winces when he’s pressed against the roof of his mentor’s mouth, a loud swallow sounding from all around him as the excess saliva is swallowed down. Man Mr. Stark was taking a lot longer than usual. Normally the man was more than eager to get him down, something about the instinct only being quiet when the person was actually in the stomach.
He let himself be tasted, not minding to much as the muscle poked and swished him around. Maybe it was the webs, which was probably it. He smiles a bit and shoves at the tongue to get his mentors attention. “So, are you gonna eating me or am I just like a piece of candy for now?”
He waits for an answer, laughing when finally, everything started to tilt his feet sliding back towards the man’s throat. he could barely see in the dark, but he knew what was coming. There was an intake of breath from all around him before a loud swallow pulled him down. It was tight and felt weird but at the same time the motion was familiar and almost comforting.
Before he knew it his feet hit open air for a brief moment before he plopped inside of the stomach. A loud growl sounded from the organ as the stomach walls pulsed against him, sorta like an odd greeting if he was being honest. “Ah, that hits the spot.”
Peter grins at the comment, laughing when a fond pat accompanied the statement. “Mr. Stark!” his laughter only growing when his mentor chuckled with him. Okay maybe getting tangled up wasn’t the worst thing to happen.
“Get comfortable Spider baby, I’ve got science to do.”
Peter hums in acknowledgment, leaning into the plush flesh. He lets a soft sigh out, focusing on the way everything seemed to sway with the genius’s stride. It was weird how normal this had become. Sure, it was still a little weird but overall, it had become an odd sort of comfort.
“M’ comfy, do your weird projects.”
Peter stretches out, smiling as the organ follows his movements. It wasn’t all bad he supposed. He was just glad that he had sorta got used to the whole thing. He sighs and just relaxes listening to the steady heartbeat and the soft sound of air rushing in and out of his mentor’s lungs.
am I using all these asks to make one oneshot? yep)
“What’s wrong? You’re more ‘I’m going to kill something.’ than usual.” Peter asks with a frown as he chews on his ration. That thunder god really just left them with the shittiest rations, didn’t he? He wasn’t all that great, obviously. Gamora responded by throwing a knife past him, something he had gotten used to throughout their relationship.
“You missed.” He points out taking another bite of the ration. At least it didn’t taste too bad. “Hitting you wouldn’t matter, you already have no brain.” Gamora hisses back, pacing back and forth with a scowl on her face. Whatever it was it was seriously bothering her. She rarely got like this with him anymore. “Okay sure, but now I have to fix the ship which sucks because we ran out of duct tape.”
“The ship is already a piece of shit, and you know it!”
“That was uncalled for! This piece of shit has saved us several times!”
Gamora let a cry of frustration out and slammed her fist against the ship wall. “Seriously what is up babe? What’s eating at you?” Peter asks, deciding that joking around would only make the situation worse. “Nothing. Leave me alone!” Well, that was a great sign. He sighs setting down the ration and brushes off the crumbs on his clothes. “Hey come on, maybe you’re just hungry?” He prompts slowly approaching her. Thanos had messed everyone up after all, the mini Peter explained it to him and well he had been like this too. Maybe that was what was wrong? Stark had been pissy too, not exactly knife throwing mad but still pissy.
“I am not.” Gamora hesitated though, meaning it had to be the issue. Ha he was a genius, Stark eat your heart out. “Come you’re crabby, why don’t we at least try it?” he prompts, taking her hands into his own. It was a little strange offering himself up like this but hey if it saves his ship then he wouldn’t complain.
“You hate feeling trapped...why would you offer this?” Her expression softened which was a win as well. True he did hate the feeling of being trapped but... “I won’t feel trapped, it's you.” He says reaching up and caressing her cheek. She leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut. He felt at peace with the moment just as she did, well until her stomach growled loudly. The animal in a cage looked back to her eyes.
“Woah woah, hey! It’s okay, I already said it’s fine...so let's just take this slow, okay?”
She didn’t respond right away which made him nervous, but after a moment she nodded. Peter let a breath of relief out, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. God, he wondered how this would feel- probably gross. “You know how to do it?” he asks cautiously. It was a new thing after all.
“I know. This is not a new concept among many species in the galaxy. I’ve just...it’s never made me feel like this.” Gamora murmurs with a grimace. Oh..okay that- “It’s always been a thing?!” He manages to get out. Yondu was literally threatening to eat him Jesus.
“Yes..I thought you were aware of this? You weren’t raised on Terran.” Gamora says slowly like he was an idiot. “Look Yondu threatening to eat me was the only real..well I mean I did see it a couple times, but I just thought it was a death sentence?” He says awkwardly. He stifles a yelp as things start to get bigger, a small laugh coming from his girlfriend.
She was warm, which was nice. Soon she was holding him in her palm without any trouble. He winces as she lifts him up higher, the odd sensation of flying through the air making his stomach flip.
“It’s not used like that..it’s a form of protection.” She explains, a finger running down his back making him shudder. It was weird being small like this..would Yondu have done this? “For parents, family and... lovers.” her voice quietens at the last bit seeming a little embarrassed. “Awe babe, no reason to be shy.” He grins, grabbing onto her finger. IT made sense. Funnily enough it seemingly explained why Stark was all freaky about mini Peter being swallowed by someone else.
“Be quiet.” Gamora snaps, though there wasn’t any heat behind it. She sighs and lifts him up higher to her face. Peter felt his cheeks darken. It was strange seeing her like this, being able to see the tiniest details, every small scar, the shine of her eyes..breathtaking. “Being quiet.” He says breathlessly. The corners of her lips twitch upwards before her mouth opens.
Right, they were doing this. Peter doesn’t flinch as she tilts him gently inside her maw. It was a weird feeling, one that mini Peter had tried to describe, yeah wet pillows basically summed it up. “This is..wow this is very much not normal for me.” He laughs, blinking in surprise as her teeth click shut around him sealing him in the heat and dark. It wasn’t bad, probably because he knew this would be safe.
He smiles a bit to himself, giving the muscle under him a slight rub, laughing in surprise when it leapt to life, starting to coat him in saliva. It wasn’t long before he was soaked, and everything started to tilt back. One swallow and he slipped easily into her gullet and down her throat. It was tight and uncomfortable but soon he was spilling into a larger chamber.
“Woah this- Jesus no one really tells you how a stomach looks.” He looks around the dark space in awe, grimacing as the ‘floor’ rippled under him. Ick. Organs moved and that was something he wasn’t too fond of. “...Thank you..I didn’t realize how heavily his influence would be.” Her voice echoed around him like being in a theater. “R-right well ah, I don’t really think anyone expected him to do this.” Something had went wrong when he snapped, obviously.
A few seconds of silence passed, well for Gamora, the stomach was plenty loud, gurgling and making odd groaning noises. What should he do as prey in this situation? What had mini Peter done? Ah- right. “Hey I’m going to do something the mini Peter did, tell me if it’s fine to do or not.” He calls out before leaning froward, pressing his hands into the soft flesh. He hums softly and starts rubbing. There was a hitch in Gamora’s breath before she laughed. “That’s fine..I enjoy that.” She murmurs, the stomach wall he was rubbing pressing back against him.
“Really? Great. I’ll remember that for next time.” He says with a grin continuing to rub the moving muscle. This really wasn’t as weird as he thought it would be.
“Yes...for next time.” Gamora repeats, Peter knowing she was smiling just by her tone.
can you do a vore oneshot about a dr strange vore with peter as prey no portal vore though perhaps strange looses control?
Sure! I tried just so you know XD))
Peter was slowly getting used to being swallowed down by the team. Sure, it was annoying and gross, so so gross, but it was slowly starting to be comforting. Once he got over the whole idea of being inside a stomach it was oddly comforting, the thrumming of the spider sense dulled down and if his senses got to be too much the familiarity soothed his nerves. Not only that, if he was swallowed by the team that would be the safest, he would ever be, ever.
He sighs as he uses his towel to dry his hair from the shower he has taken after Mr. Stark has snagged him. It hadn’t been too bad this time, more comforting than anything mostly because of a crappy day at school. He had half wished he had spoken up about staying- His thoughts come to a stop when he sees Mr. Doctor.Strange pacing in the penthouse, seeming very..ah bothered?
“Mr. Stark had to go to a meeting, I could um..tell him you were here?” He says slowly, finishing drying his hair, the towel resting across his shoulders. The man’s eyes snap up to him with an odd look in his eyes. He had seen it before though... It was very familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. “Hey you, okay? You look a little pale there.”
“I’m fine. You should leave.” Strange snaps quickly looking away. Peter scrunches his nose up at the rudeness and crosses his arms. “Look I kinda sorta live here too, so you can’t be mean and tell me to leave.”
“I am struggling with something you can’t help with, so leave.” The doctor still sounded annoyed which only make peter feel even more pissy. “Hey! you’re still being rude. Maybe you should leave.” Ah yes, very grown-up Peter, great job. He wasn’t a kid he shouldn’t come off as whiny.
“Maybe I can help, tell me what it is! I’ve been working with Mr. Stark so I’m good at most things.” It had to be science or avengers related right? Strange grits his teeth a loud whining growl coming from the man’s gut. Oh...Oh! That’s what that looks was! “I said you couldn’t help, now run along.” The man snaps again, his hands pressed against his middle now as another growl comes from his gut.
“I mean that’s what I help the other Avengers with, and Mr. Stark too.” Peter says sheepishly running a hand through his hair. It hadn’t even dried fully but hey Mr.Doctor.Strange was probably going to give in anyway. “It’s a normal thing now so ah, why not embrace it?”
“I have and it isn’t working! The feeling won’t go away even after I... I.” Strange scowls an air of frustration around him. “Well, that doesn’t make sense, I mean it goes away after everyone else eats me. Even after Mr. Roger's binges he can go for a while.” Peter says rocking on the balls of his feet. He was a go to for most of the team because of his availability and the fact that most of the Avengers couldn’t be shrunk down to be nommed.
“I know, which is why I wanted to talk to Stark, a man who has the same inconvince.” The amount of exhaustion in the man’s tone made Peter feel horrible. How long had he been suffering from the instinct? “Well, I’m on the other side of things so I can still help! Why don’t you show me how you eat your person.” He hums getting closer, despite Strange backing up with a grimace. Normally preds would be more than willing at the offer, hell Mr. Stark was going to be insanely jealous if he knew he was willing to offer himself up.
There was a bit of silent reliance before the doctor sighed in exasperation and rubbed his temples. “I portal them in and out. It’s more effective that way.” That was..super cool. Peter’s eyes light up at the opportunity to see more magic before he realizes he was supposed to be serious. He clears his throat and nods sheepishly. “Well, um..no other pred does it that way? Maybe you’re missing the whole holding and doing the shrinking yourself part, so your body gets upset, sorta like fruit candies aren’t as good as actual fruits.”
A brief silence as the gears in Strange’s head turned before the doctor groans in frustration as if he had a eureka moment. “The issue with that is I can’t hold anyone like...that.” The man holding his shaking hands up when Peter went to question why. They were shaking horribly but Peter had an advantage that no one else did. “I can be sticky, then you won’t drop me! Come on you’re in discomfort and then you’re going to snap and go on a little binge and won’t feel any better.”
“You have a point..but won’t Stark be upset about me stealing his..ward?” It was obvious Strange didn’t exactly know what he was to Mr. Stark and had a funny aversion to using nicknames like Mr. Stark would. He shakes his head and tosses his towel on a chair. “Nah, and if he is I’ll smooth it over.” he says with a shrug. That predatory look in his eyes only seem to grow with each passing moment before the man sighs in frustration.
“Fine. But this is my first time using the..er Traditional way.” Peter shrugs and moves right in front of the man, a small smile on his face. This was a little scary but..but it just meant that he would be able to confidently ask Mr. Stark for this. Besides..he sorta wanted to see how portaling out felt like. When Mr.Dr.Strange didn’t do anything, he sighed dramatically.
“Alright, so just put your hand, hands or finger on my shoulder and focus. Mr. Stark says that the shrinking comes naturally. Then you just sorta grab me, gently, and put me in your mouth and swallow. Then bam! I’ll be in your stomach.”
Strange’s face wrinkles up at the crude explanation but slowly lifts a shaking hand up to Peter’s shoulder, the light touch still shaking with tremors. “Focus, it’ll come like breathing.” He comments. “I’m going. I thought you didn’t like being eaten spiderling.” Strange shoots back, a small calming breath escaping him. There was a brief pause before a weird feeling traveled through Peter. He closes his eyes in anticipation as the odd feeling of the floor rushing up to him hits him. It was a little sickening, but he was used to the feeling by now.
When he opens his eyes, he frowns and shakes his head. “You’re going to want to go smaller, I know I look pretty small now but trust me it’s not very fun going down this big.” He closes his eyes again as the light reassure of a finger returns to his shoulder, and when the pressure subsides.
“There, is this better?” Strange asks, Peter flinching at the volume. Man, some people didn’t get that sound was much louder at this height. “Dude- lower your voice and yeah!” He calls out grabbing at the man’s trembling hand. “Ah sorry...and You’re sure that you can get ‘sticky’ and be fine?”
“Absolutely! I can stick to people’s insides and those move all the time!” He huffs, grabbing onto the hand when it was low enough. It was an odd feeling with the tremors, but he could stick no problem as he was slowly lifted up to the man’s face. “Open up Doc! Then all you hafta do is slick me up and send me down and bam! Problem solved.”
“You’ve done this many times haven’t you?”
Peter nods, staying sticky as he was lifted up more towards the doctor's face. “Mmhm! I’m sorta trying to stop being so reliant too so..so this is a big step.” His spider sense had been blissfully quiet this time round. “Besides it’ll help you.” He says with a small smile. There was a pause before strange nods and he opened his mouth, lowering his feet first.
The warmth was welcomed considering it was hard to regulate body heat, and the familiar squishy feeling of the tongue as his feet brushed against it. Strange went slow like he wasn’t used to this- which he guessed he wasn't... The saliva soaked his pjs immediately, which was gross, very gross but familiar too. Once he was fully inside there was a pause before the muscle poked him around making sure he wasn’t in the way of any teeth.
Then the bright lights of the tower disappear as the doctor's pearly white teeth clack shut around him. The muscle under him twitches slightly, Strange probably debating if he should taste him or not- which was fair considering this was new territory for the man. “You are going to have to slick me up, I mean I don’t think it’s very comfortable swallowing dry.” He hums patting the muscle under him.
Nothing happened for a moment then the muscle slowly started poking at him, then fully tasting him, it was weird that preds could taste things that everyone else couldn’t, he wondered what his taste was like..he would need to ask Mr. Stark. Man, he needed to do a lot for the man.
The space was pooling with saliva, Strange obviously struggling to decide if he should swallow or not. “Okay it looks like you’re ready, so um..just swallow.” When nothing happened, he scooted towards the back of the man’s throat until his feet lightly pressed against the entrance. The flesh stayed stubbornly firm not allowing his feet to slip inside, the uvula whacking him in his chest. “It’s not as bad as you think. It’s like swallowing a noodle but a little bigger..well a lot bigger.”
There was a sigh before a loud swallow surrounded him, his feet suddenly being sucked inside the throat. He stifles a yelp as another swallow rolled over him, the muscles dragging him down. One more swallow finally made him travel down easily, a tight ring giving in with some resistance, rolling over his body. He lands with a squelch in the dark organ. Muscular walls rippled against him as the stomach gurgled contently. It was slightly tense but soon he sunk slightly into the flesh as the man finally relaxed... probably the instinct falling silent.
“Does that feel better?” He asks with a small grin, lightly pressing against the flesh in front of him. Strange was silent for a few moments before answering. “Yes. That was the problem..thank you this..this is nice.” Strange murmurs, Peter relaxing at the soft rumble of the man’s tone, Mr. Stark stomach was better..it felt more familiar, Strange’s was different too.
Thor 100% adores swallowing his brother down because he knows where Loki and that he's safe
Loki barely tolerates it because he's a frost giant and the heat bothers him, so he's not a happy camper at all. When Thor learns about this he basically swallows ice cubs to make it more comfortable for his brother
Sense Loki is 'weaker' he doesn't exactly have the chance to snag his brother and usually only can when he's hurt
Thor on occasions has gotten tricked by illusions and claims they taste like frost berries and also sting
Loki will use magic in Thor's tum which will make the Asgardian laugh. Plus it's pretty interesting to see the colors from the outside.
Scott’s tum is very noisy and moves around a lot sorta like a water bed.
Cassie absolutely loved being tucked away and likes mimicking the stomach gurgles at times.
He’s a little more lenient with tum rules because he’s a regular dad and understands sometimes kiddos want to explore, having said that seeing glow sticks glowing form his middle was an experience.
He can’t keep his hands off his middle, just constantly wanting to reassure his prey, especially when it comes to Cassie.
His tum is very plush, and it’s addicting to see how far you can press your hand in the flesh.
He will awkwardly hum his favorite songs which can feel funny because it’s inside a time so vibrations.
Scott adapts quickly to the instinct though it’s still a bit odd to him. Cassie loves it and the spider kid excitedly rambles about the differences of each stomach so he guesses it’s cool.
Hello. Could you write some protective sister vore with Nebula and Gamora?? You choose who's the prey...
Anon I apologize for the wait oh my god- it’s literally been a year XD))
Nebula bares her teeth as Gamora approaches her yet again, just barely managing to dodged her sister’s attempt of grabbing her. Yet again she was made a target considering the prey was gone. “You’re delaying sister.” Gamora says sweetly, a smirk on her face.
“I am not delaying, I am not prey unlike you.” Nebula shoots back, lunging for her sister again, annoyed when her attack was dodged and countered. She thankfully was able to avoid it much easier this time. Typical. “You forget that I was a much better hunter than you sister.” She snaps back, narrowing her eyes as she looked over Gamora’s stance.
While her adoptive sister was admittedly better at fighting than her she was the best at hunting. It was rare she ended up as prey for anyone. The only time she willingly went was with the human who let her win the odd game of paper football. “I’ve been practicing” Gamora responds, surging forward again her arm outstretched. Nebula could see the attack from a mile away. Predictable. She slid to the side with ease, grabbing Gamora’s shoulder.
“You’re too eager.” She scoffs immediately changing her sister’s size, feeling the odd tingling sensation leaving her fingertips as her sister’s form shrunk. “Practicing? The Terran is weak and has no self preservation.” She’s quick to snatch the small body up before Gamora could get away.
Small hands push at her fingers half hearty. “He is not weak!.. It is true that he had a small mind but he has plans.” Gamora protests as she’s raised to her sister’s face. “He is a very weak pred and you know that.” Nebula says, easily depositing her sister’s small body into her mouth. Before Gamora could protest much more she shuts her mouth quickly, her teeth clicking shut. This was familiar..she enjoyed this.
Nebula closes her eyes with a soft sigh, starting to slick her sister up for her trip down. “I missed this too.” Gamora says after a few seconds, small hands pressing into her tongue. It had been a comfort between them when their father got angry. A safe place to rest after a hard battle or a fight. No matter how much Nebula hated her sister for always winning and making her like this having Gamora in her stomach was familiar. Comfortable.
She doesn’t respond, instead tilting her head back and swallowing letting gravity move her prey down. Gamora slid down easily which she always did. Soon enough the familiar pressure hit Nebula before Gamora was spilling into her stomach a small sense of relief hitting her.
“I’ll get you next time.”
Nebula rolls her eyes at the idea, resting a hand over her middle. This was right. This was familiar. “You won’t. You’re weak.” she responds simply a smile dancing across her lips.
“...I know you needed this.” Gamora’s voice was softer now, a touch following soon after the claim. Nebula closes her eyes focusing on the touch, on how she could feel each finger on her sister’s hand. It wasn’t an incorrect guess, she just preferred it not being said out loud. “Shut up.” She murmurs no real heat behind her tone.
“I’ll be quiet then.”
True to her word silence fell over them, Nebula relishing in the feeling of having her sister tucked away. It reminded her of simpler times..but this was okay too. She had a family and more allies on her side. A small smile dances over her lips as she rest a hand over her middle.
what about a giant/pred Bruce banner? (not necessarily hulk just yet 😅)
trying to remember if we had Bruce as pred or noninstinct
BUt sense I can’t remember sure!
So Bruce is already cautious around people because of the whole green rage monster so he’s already used to shoving weird feelings down.
He can hold back like Steve but he doesn’t exactly go on binge eating, he uses Hulk to take out his rage/ instincts. Having said that Peter(once the kid gets used to it/enjoyed it a little) is his first prey.
Bruce’s stomach get insanely loud and demanding and he eats a little more than usual because of it.
His insides are nice and soft much like Scott's because overall he’s just a normal guy.
There will be brief flashes of green when he gets angry/annoyed which is only on the inside and not the outside.
There’s a small danger of Bruce forgetting about prey inside because he just gets used to the feeling and who’s about to tell the Hulk they want out?
Poor Brucie bear has to deal with not only hulk screaming in his mind but the instinct.
