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morganski-19 · 13 days

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The One with the Cold

Robin walks out of her bedroom to find Steve wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Face down in the pillows.

“Robs, I’m dying.”

“You just have a cold, calm down.”

“Then why am I dying.” He rolls over with a groan, pouting at Robin.

She crosses her arms. “I don’t know what you want from me. You’re the one who decided to work with germ ridden six-year-olds.”

He lets out a long sigh. “I know.”

“Like seriously, I’m surprised you don’t get sick more. You practically get sneezed on daily.”

“I have a strong immune system.”

Robin glares at him.

“Normally. I normally have a strong immune system.”

Robin takes her hand and places it on his forehead. He’s slightly warm. “On a scale of dying to dead, how sick are you?”

“Just regular dying.”

She goes to the bathroom to get the thermometer out of the first aid kit. Putting it in his mouth, she walks away to get a glass of water and some cold medicine. When the thermometer beeps, she looks at it and hands him the pills.

“Just a slight fever, it should be fine. Want some tea or something?”

“Tea would be nice,” Steve says as he retreats back under the blanket.

Robin finds the empty tea box in the cabinet, cursing Steve for leaving it in there. If he wasn’t sick, she’d let him hear it. It’s a bad habit of his. She lets him know that she’s running across the hall to see if they have any.

Nancy’s door is unlocked, like it normally is. She opens it to find Nancy walking around the apartment with cleaning wipes in her hand. Scrubbing at the remotes and surfaces.

“Yours too?” Robin groans.

Nancy turns to her with an annoyed face. “Well, now I know where he got it from. Steve being a giant baby over it too?”

“What do you think? Came over to see if you had any tea, we’re out.”

Nancy throws out the wipe in her hand, placing the container on the counter. “We should, but Eddie always puts the empty boxes back on the shelf.”

“Wow, they were really made for each other,” Robin jokes. “If only they would do something about it.”

Nancy hands Robin a tea bag. “Maybe lay off the teasing for now, Eddie’s claiming he’s dead.”

Robin huffs. “That’s worse than Steve. He’s just regular dying. Do you happen to have a can of soup I can borrow too. I know we don’t have any.”

“Probably.” Nancy roots around in a separate cabinet, pulling out a can of chicken noodle soup. “Here. I just hope I don’t get sick because of this. I can’t miss work this week.”

“I mean, you just sanitized the entire apartment. And probably barred him to his room. You’ll be fine.”

Nancy knocks three times on the table. “Just in case.”

Robin heads back to her apartment after thanking Nancy for the food. “Guess who else your grubby kids got sick. Eddie. But he’s either more dramatic than you are or generally worse. He’s claiming he’s dead. Nancy’s busy cleaning so she doesn’t get sick either.”

She’s cut off when a choked snore comes from the couch. Robin laughs to herself, taking the kettle off the stove before it starts boiling. He won’t be awake for a while anyway. She grabs a book from her room and sits on the armchair, waiting for him to wake up.

It’s a few hours before he does. And the only real reason he wakes up is because he can’t breathe out of his nose anymore. Robin gets him more of the cold meds as he sits up. Shivering as the blanket falls off his shoulders. She actually makes the tea this time.

“Thank you,” he whispers when she hands it to him. Wincing when he burns his tongue.

“I just made that, dingus, it’s going to be hot.”

He shoots her a half-baked glare. “Can’t you save the insults for when I don’t feel like shit.”

Robin smiles. “Nope.”

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#sponsored by the cold I woke up with yesterday #morgan's friends au #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things au #friends au #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #platonic stobin #pre-steddie #mentioned

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taurusdaylight · 11 months

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[3.21pm] let me take care of you

if there was a competition for the worst boyfriend ever, jeno was sure that he’d come in first place.

just yesterday, the both of you went out on a date together. jeno had been busy with his internship lately, but never once did he neglect you and would always try to make time for you. even if it was just one hour lunches or spending the night at your place until he had to leave for work the next day, he made sure to have those little pockets of time with you whenever he could. yesterday was one of those rare days for the both of you to spend dawn to dusk with each other, no pressure of having to leave early.

he was aware of how precious this time that the both of you had was, so he meticulously planned the day with activities that the both of you would enjoy.

jeno thought that everything went great, until he went to look for you at home today after getting an unexpected half day off at work because why were you wearing his hoodie when it was thirty-one degrees celsius out, looking like you haven’t slept for the past three days? it was evident that you’d been sick for a while, and jeno felt like such an idiot for not realising even though he spent the whole of yesterday with you.

he recalled the small exchange that took place in his car when he dropped you home last night. you were completely knocked out in the passenger seat, and jeno looked at you with affectionate eyes before he could bring himself to wake you up.

“hey,” jeno called out softly, gently tapping on your shoulder, “we’re here.”

you made a sound of acknowledgement, which earned a chuckle from jeno because it didn’t seem like you were planning on getting out of his car.

“are you feeling alright? you seem so tired today,” jeno remarked.

“y-yeah,” you replied. “it’s just, we did so much.”

since it was true, jeno simply left it at that. which, in retrospect, he shouldn’t have. he started to connect the dots and understood why you refused to share food with him, and tried to minimise physical contact with him.

to be honest, you’ve been feeling unwell since the start of the week. it was easy to hide it from jeno since you didn’t get to see him often. like him, you knew how a day like that wouldn’t come by again so soon. you couldn’t bear to cancel on him, not when he texted you the night before to tell you how excited he was to go on a proper date with you after so long.

regardless of how terrible you felt, you still decided to proceed on the date with jeno and hoped that he wouldn’t notice. you almost couldn’t get out of bed, and you took longer than usual to get ready. your sickly complexion would have been a dead giveaway if not for the little fix of make-up. throughout the day, you were fighting the urge to not fall asleep at random spots because the medicine that you took had a side effect of drowsiness. whenever you needed to cough or sneeze, you would do it when jeno wasn’t looking, or go to the restroom, away from his sight.

jeno’s heart shattered the moment he saw you today, he couldn’t help but blame himself. if you hadn’t gone out with him, you would have recovered by now. who knows? your condition might have worsened because you didn’t get to rest yesterday. jeno felt sorry and wished he could turn back time.

“why didn’t you tell me anything?” jeno’s voice broke. he immediately rushed over from the doorway to the living room when he watched you struggle to make your way to where he was. he held you close in his arms, hands roaming from your forehead to your neck as he said, “baby, you’re burning up.”

you could barely answer jeno except utter an apology to him. he seemingly paid no mind to it and brought you to the couch. he left your side for a while, but soon came back with a bucket of water and towel, preparing to sponge your body.

maybe it was because you were comforted by jeno’s presence, but you didn’t feel as horrible as you did when you woke up this morning. though, you were still apologetic towards him, so you said again in a tiny whisper, “i’m sorry.”

jeno’s movements stopped, finally making eye contact with you ever since he sat down on the couch. he couldn’t find it in him to be angry with you when his priority was for you to get better. still, he wished he didn’t have to discover that you were sick this way.

“don’t ever hide such things from me again,” jeno sighed, “i feel bad that i didn’t know anything while you were probably suffering. i should have noticed yesterday.”

“no,” you protested, “it’s not your fault. i just didn’t want you to worry…”

a scoff escaped jeno’s lips. “you’re my girlfriend. of course i’m going to worry about you. what kind of boyfriend am i if i didn’t?”

you didn’t know what else to say because jeno had a point. the only thing you could think of was to say sorry again, but jeno seemed to have read your mind because he took the momentary silence as a cue to continue, “i’m not angry and i’m not trying to start a fight with you, so stop saying sorry to me. just… let me take care of you, okay?”

at a time like this, you wondered how jeno was still so thoughtful that he could put you before himself, even though you clearly did something that should have made him upset, rightfully so.

you stretched out a hand to intertwine jeno’s fingers with yours, “thanks jen, i wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

jeno’s lips crinkled into a wide smile, “don’t worry your pretty little head over such things, you’re never getting rid of me.”

#jeno timestamps #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #jeno fluff #jeno x reader #nct timestamps #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct #nct dream #nct jeno #lee jeno #jeno

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spaceistheplaceart · 1 year

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I was rewatching BFU and decided that a lot of clips deserved to be reigen and serizawa because. well. what else are you gonna do while waiting for the next mob miércoles?

(pls rb!)

TRANSCRIPT UNDER CUT:

First Clip

Reigen: I wonder what that would look like on me... foot! No, I didn't mean that.

Serizawa holds the bone up to Reigen's crotch to compare.

Reigen: Umm... No.

Tome, Ritsu, and Shou laugh.

(Written next to Reigen is "C'mon Serizawa be serious.)

Second Clip

Reigen: if they do think I'm a ghost, I'm gonna give them the scare of their life right now.

Serizawa: okay.

Reigen screams very loudly for a long time.

Ghost: shit.

Third Clip:

Serizawa: He's probably doing some stupid bit where he's pretending he's a kid.

Reigen, in the woods: (in a high pitched, childlike voice) Oh, hey there, miss! It's just me, a little boy! Oh, I sure hope some lady doesn't show up and kill me! Check this out!

He puts on a hat worn by kindergartners in Japan.

Reigen: Oh, sure would love a little lemon soda! Oh, one thing I don't want is to be murdered tonight!

Fourth Clip:

Reigen: We're not the ghosts, you're the ghost. Unless...

Serizawa: You know, I guess I did get into that car accident a while ago and it was a pretty close call. It is possible I'm dead right now.

Reigen: One time I cut up an avocado. And there was a lot of meat left on the pit. And I put the m- I put the avocado pit in my mouth.

Serizawa: The entire pit? You put the...

Reigen: Yeah. And I started to just kind of-

(Reigen makes slurping noises like he's sucking the meat off of the pit)

Reigen: Get the meat off of it? And at that moment I was like: if I sneezed right now, this thing would lodge into my throat. And ever since then, I've kind of been terrified of avocados. But, the other thing is, I always thought: what if I did die then?

(suspenseful music)

Serizawa: fuck, dude.

Final Clip:

Reigen: are we doing more of this or can I use the Jacuzzi hot tub that we've been blessed with?

Serizawa: are you serious?

Reigen: are we going to spend the night here and not use that?

(they are in a bathtub together. the water is still)

Serizawa: the jets don't work.

(Reigen begins to weakly laugh)

Serizawa: We're just two guys sitting in a tub.

(The laughter continues)

END TRANSCRIPT.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #op art #animatic #katsuya serizawa #reigen arataka #bfu #watcher #serizawa katsuya

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loveswrites · 1 year

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omg poly cullens taking care of a sick reader- i just wanna be doted on frfr

Poly Cullen x Sick reader

I loved writing this it took me 3 hours with people bothering me. I hold you like it. Lemme know what else you would like to see!

Currently you were at the Cullens house for a sleepover. At least that’s what charlie thought, and that’s also what you thought it was as well. You thought you’d have an exciting chill weekend with your secret lovers. That was until you had woken up with a tingle in the back of your throat, your eyes watering, both of your nostrils clogged, and you just simply felt like you were dying.

“Stop being dramatic.” Roseilane said, rolling her eyes.

“You don’t know how it is Rose, you’ve been dead for like a thousand years.” You said snapping but sneezing mid sentence. She frowned in response.

“ I may be dead but at least I’m not spreading my germs everywhere.”

“I blame Emmett.”

“ Wait, what why me?!” He said standing up from the desk he was sitting on.

“ Because you were the one who insisted that we go spend ‘Alone time’ together and go skinny dipping even though you know damn well I can’t swim! That water was cold as hell.” You answered, lifting your tongue as Carlise put a thermometer under your tongue.

When you had woken up immediately complaining you were in Edward's room sleeping with him, because the two of you hadn’t had any alone time together in a while and you could tell it was bothering him. Though he wouldn’t admit it he was grateful that you had chosen to sleep with him without him asking.

I’m not saying it was easy to do so, It was practically like prying a child's favorite toy away with Rose and Emmett. They did not give up without a fight.

“What do you mean you don’t wanna sleep with us?” Rose questioned.

“ I just wanna sleep with Edward tonight, You’ve done nothing wrong Rose.” You replied in attempts to comfort the defensive vampire.

“But we wanted to watch the game with you, You said you would.” Emmet argued back.

“I know I know but I’m tired, I just wanna take a bath and lay down. Me and Edward haven’t had any time alone together so I thought that me and him could cuddle while I fall asleep. I promise you two did nothing wrong.” You said kissing Rosalie cheek then doing the same to emmett. The frown on their beautiful faces pained you but they weren’t the only one’s in this relationship.

In Fact you had to think about the last time you spent alone time with Carlise and Esme. They always say that “Your presence in the house alone is enough time for us.” But you know that’s just them being the adults of everything and that is not the case. You knew that just like the rest of the Cullens they went through their own version of possessiveness, it was only right with the soul bond between you all. It’s just they had a better way of hiding it than the others.

Rosalie and Emmett would pout and huff like children.

Edward would hide himself in the woods or stuff himself in his room. Saying that he just needed ‘alone time’. When we all knew he needed the exact opposite.

Jasper would be more distant than normal, lost in his thoughts.

Esme would clean. Like there would never be a spot of dirt around this house when she was feeling alone.

And Carlisle would just bury himself with work. Always taking up extra hours making sure he is busy enough to not think too much about it.

All of your partners were just begging for attention but none of them would voice it out loud.

So right before you went to sleep you stated to yourself in your head that you would make time for each Cullen the next day even if they each only got a hour alone with you, Something was better than nothing.

That was until you woke up feeling like shit.

Carlisle shook his head, taking the thermometer from under your tongue. “You have a fever.”

“I could tell that from down the hall she’s sweating like she’s a witch and we just set her on fire” Edward said with his emo attitude upset that his time with me got cut short because of Emmett’s shenanigans

“Edward please.” Carlisle said tucking your hair behind your ear while pulling you closer to him to kiss your forehead. This made you smile. You had middle his forehead kisses. You felt like he always gave the best ones. You wouldn’t dare say that out loud ever though. You know Rose would kill you out of jealousy.

“I’m going to get you medicine okay? You’ll be okay.” Carlisle said, pulling away from you when Jasper walked into the room. You nod in response.

“Esme and Alice are making you some soup.” Jasper said with a sly smirk on his face know your next words.

“Soup? Ew You know I can’t stand soup! That shit is nasty. I'm not eating it.” You said, shaking your head and frowning in distaste. You heard soft laughs in response.

“It will make you feel better, I promise.” Jasper said in his southern accent that just honestly was a panty dropper you would always tell him.

“That doesn't help me at all, I’d rather eat sand.” You said rubbing your eyes as you felt a pounding headache come on.

As if sensing your discomfort, Carlisle was right by your side again with supplies in his hand. Rubbing your back with one hand he put his things down on the table you were sitting on.

“You need to rest, Whose room would you like to sleep in? I’ve already contacted Charlie and told him you fell with a cold so you shouldn’t worry about him. He’s fine.” he stated but you were now faced with the most difficult decision of the day.

Looking around the room Jasper was standing by the doorway watching you with calculating eyes still with the sly smirk of his which always made your heart pound. Him hearing it he chuckled, his actions made you look away in embarrassment.

Looking towards Emmett and Rose. Emmett was sitting on the table near the window and Roselie was sitting in between his legs and they both were looking at you with their signature puppy eyes. Moving your eyes to edward very quickly because you knew if you stared at them for too long you would give in.

Edward looked lost in his thoughts which would always make you put him because you felt that he felt like he was lonely. You would call him the lone wolf of the pack which he hated. But he couldn’t stay mad at you just like you couldn't pick just one of them right now. You need all of them right now. And that’s exactly what you would have.

Jumping down from where you were sitting with the help of Carlisle you didn’t respond verbally. You just did your hand moment you would always do when you wanted all of the Cullens to follow you but didn’t feel like saying it out loud. And they always answered.

Walking to the kitchen where Esme and Alice were, like she could smell you in the air she turned around with a smile on her face.

“There you are my beautiful, Your soup is almost done. Would you like me to add anything to it?” She said so softly, like if she spoke too loudly you would melt aways in pain. Which was a high possibility the way you were feeling.

“Nope, you didn’t even have to make me anything you know, I would’ve been fine without.”

“Oh no, you know I love a chance to use the kitchen for you.” She said making you smile because you knew it was true.

“Well if you must, can you come up to the room where you're done?” You asked which she nodded in response to. Satisfied with your answer you turned around walking up the stairs to Carlisle and Esme bedroom.

All that could be heard behind you were soft footsteps of all of your lovers following you.

Once you made it to the room you sat on the bed finally speaking.

“All of you, all of us, and all of me. Here in this bed now.” Leaving no room for argument, you got comfortable.

The first to get in the bed with you was Jasper surprising you. He claimed his spot behind you so that you were in his arms and laying on him.

“The best spot in the house.” He whispered into your ear making you giggle at the ticklish feeling.

Soon following along, each Cullen claimed their spot next to you. Everyone getting one piece of their love. They were satifisty. Meaning so where you.

Once everyone was relaxed Esme came up to the room to feed you the soup she had made you. Though you tried to fight it, you were falling weaker and weaker each minute. This ‘cold’ was kicking your ass. Soon after she was done feeding you she also claimed her spot between you and Caslise.

A few minutes into laying there you felt your eyes growing heavy. The feeling of hands all over you. The coolness of your lovers cooling you down. You felt content. But you had One question.

“Guys, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” Each of them said collectively.

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

“Oh my god-”

“I’d probably step on you.”

“I’d keep you in a beautiful enclosure.”

“I’d give you a little cowboy hat-”

“That’s so stupid.”

And just like that. You were out like a light.

#cullen poly #poly #rosalie cullen xreader #jasper cullen #edward cullen #cullen romance #cullen x reader #rosalie cullen #carlisle cullen #carlisle x esme #xreader #jasper hale x y/n

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your-local-grubdog · 10 months

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SCREAMING SHAKING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

Welcome to the water park - Tumblr edition. We hav c rab

WHY R U SO FLUFFY??? Aslo return of the mamutaaaaaa

F E E S H pufferfish

House elephant???? HOUSE????????? That looks ACTIVELY LIVED IN or VERY RECENTLY ABANDONED

babie

EEPY collin (not dead)

UI! New day meter! Oatchi has a health bar! If anything happens to him I'll loose my mind!

Marchin on with da crystals

Oatchi sneeze and spooka da pikmin

H O U S E

Today Bloyster and Skeeter Skates

(grub) DOG FIGHT

frowns loudly

gayme boi gonna fix the radar

CANNON BEETLES ARE BACK sorry I let him loose in da house. It's so big tho I could keep one as a pet maybe

ok many cave shots but this is by far the most interesting to me just LOOK at it

wollywog in an aquarium

OLIMIN AND BULBIE

(oh and what looks like a blue onion in the back)

BUT OLIMIN PLOTLINE. HE FUCKING DIED.

CREATURE. Grew more hair from dying.

EVIL Olimin >:( gotta fight the master it seems.

I can and will kick your ass old man

BASE who is the blue mother fucker in the back there

Oatchi training (unlock via "pup drive") and upgrades (unlocked with the blue gems), plus ICE ATTACKS?

New character, Yonny!!!!

SO MANY PEOPLE

BABY BULBORB. CHILD BULBORB. EVIL BABY.

NEW PIKMIN GLOW PIKMIN NIGHT EXCLUSIVE GLOW PIKMIN LIL GHOSTIE DUDES LIVIN IN A TERMITE MOUND

Kinda like a tower defense game! Can make pikmin into a magic ball attack!

Ok I hit image limit let me make a reblog

#pikmin #pikmin 4 #borb screams

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blood-mocha-latte · 5 months

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so i made a quiz a minute back and there was a question about my guinea pigs and a lot of people. followed up on that and wanted to know more lmao. AND if you've been here for even .5 seconds you are aware that i. love talking about my pets so let's get into it

i. Perdita Sue

name: -- perdita for 101 Dalmations (since she's black and white) -- sue for Sue Hendrickson (a world renowned paleontologist)

fun fact: as stated by the quiz she fucking. loves her water bottle. when she was a baby we were worried she had a blockage in her throat because she kept slamming it back against the wall of the hutch REALLY LOUDLY and her sister didn't do that. so we took her to the vet. nothings wrong. maybe it was just a thing when she was a baby no. no she just really fucking loves her water bottle and likes making it really loud

worst experience: she cut her paw open on a piece of hay when she was about a year and a half old and was bleeding SO FUCKING MUCH i almost missed a class final to stay home with her. she was fine lol

best experience: she likes to shake hands. i have a photo of this somewhere. if you put your hand down in the hutch she'll run over and put both her paws in your palm so you can "shake" them it's the funniest fucking thing

ii. Mei Rosalind

name: -- mei for my fiancee's middle name lmao (lenora-mei) -- rosalind for Rosalind Franklin (biochemist who discovered the structure of dna)

fun fact: again as in the quiz, she likes sunbeams. a whole fuckin' lot. like, too much. it was about noon and i walked into the room they're in and she was on her back. lil paws in the air. and i thought she was Fucking Dead but no. she was just sunbathing

worst experience: she once sneezed in my mouth and i thought i was gonna die

best experience: when i was studying for my organic chem final she slept on my desk the whole time and just generally kept me from Flipping The Desk and giving up lmao

iii. Meg Helen

name: -- meg for meg jay (clinical psychologist on adult development) -- helen for. helen keller. bc she's blind

fun fact: the only guinea pig we got from a pet store, who we weren't actually going to get. but she was curled up in the corner of a too small cage and was obviously miserable, so we ended up biting the bullet and adopting her. took her to the vet, vet told us she is The Most Blind Animal she has ever had the pleasure of meeting. take that as you will

worst experience: we got her when she was just a little over a week old and she had to be quarantined from the others. we ended up having to switch off and sit with her at night because she'd cry the whole time and she has the saddest fucking wheek

best experience: she has the croakiest voice of all time. we're pretty sure it's the same genetic inbreeding problems that made her blind, but it doesn't hurt her and it sounds Hilarious. when she finally got out of her quarantine hutch and to her real one (which is 45 feet squared lmao) she didn't stop popcorning and squeaking for fifteen minutes. i cried my fiancee cried i took a video and sent it to my parents and they cried it was a day

iv. Piper Florence

name: -- piper for the pied piper of war because she's the leader and the others follow after her like she's the. the pied piper -- florence for florence nightingale because again if you've been here for more than .5 seconds you know that i am a. healthcare bitch

fun fact: once jumped out of the hutch and then just stood in the middle of the room because she didn't know where to go. is Best Friends with meg and shows her where everything is in the hutch when we have to change it/replace objects. she does not like sue and ignores her. just doesn't like her there's nothing to be done

worst experience: we thought she had ovarian cancer about a year ago because she was lethargic/sick/swollen etc for a long period of time. tracking her poop what she ate all of that etc etc. turns out that she had a cyst which was still a fucking nightmare, but hey at least it wasn't cancer

best experience: when my fiancée got really sick a few years back piper would just sit on her chest and purr. it was cute and needed and she's fuckin BEEN there man she's basically our dog

anyways that's it. congratulations if you got through it all lmao. i also have four cats (i am. not good at fostering) and a dog so maybe i'll make a post about them idk. ok bye

#rie talks #actually have a post kinda like this in my drafts that's my fiancees experiences watching band of brothers because she is So Fucking Funny #anyways nothing else to tag this?#guinea pigs #i guess #ok bye lol

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dreadsuitsamus · 5 months

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Crazed | Sōsuke Aizen x Reader |

author's note: blame @yeowangies for this, idk 🙈

pairing: sōsuke aizen x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, dubcon, sex pollen, thigh riding, humiliation and a bit of degradation

You lost track of how many days have passed since that last day in Soul Society. Has it been months, or just a few weeks? Mealtimes once kept you on track, though Sōsuke Aizen is the craftiest bastard you've ever met and as such, you can't trust the timeline you once gave yourself— not to mention, you stopped eating sometime ago. Your eyes are tired, the life drained of you from this imprisonment in Hueco Mundo; the memory of Tōsen flanking and kidnapping you during a mission in the World of the Living blurs now.

Why did they take you? You haven't had the chance to ask. You've yet to see Aizen at all since the day he betrayed Soul Society, though your trust in him was quite minimal long before that. He had always seemed a little too put together and perfect; perhaps you should've said something. Not that anyone would've believed you— could anything have even been done if you were heard?

Light floods your room and dread creeps at your senses. The Arrancar is back for yet another experiment to levy on you, and this time he's got the cruel, blue-haired Espada with him. Having long lost the ability to speak, you approach the scientist and the muscle.

Sexta’s grin is unbearably wide as he taps your chin up with his knuckle, forcing the dead look in your eye to meet with the crazed, monstrous look in his. He forces a pitiful, played-up pout on his lips. “Poor thing… We should let her out of the cage more often. See how far she can run.”

The spirit of your zanpakutō, while the weapon has been long lost in this hellish dimension, cries out in agony to light the briefest flicker of a fire in your eyes, surprising Grimmjow and replacing the smirk on his lips once more. He doesn't speak further, however, and instead grabs your arm with more force than is needed these days— much to Szayelaporro’s chagrin, as the lack of strength in you compared to his previous experiments has thrown quite the wrench into his data. He'll have to fix an IV drip on you; forcing you to eat isn't particularly his style, and he'd rather not worry about the things you could do in retaliation that would stain any of the white clothes he wears.

Sexta doesn't stick around once you're in the lab again, strapped to your usual chair as the bright lights feel like piercing needles to your growing migraine. Szayelaporro is quick to set up a drip and address the dehydration; you'll be no good to test the latest drug on if you aren't lucid. His blood itches within him, so ready to spray you with the mixture— he nearly growls at the irritation you’ve caused to bubble in his chest. How dare you alter his control like this?

Your eyes slip shut, unable to withstand the urge to sleep anymore. Maybe one day the sabotage to your basic health will win you the battle of freedom, but today very clearly won't be the day.

Unfortunately, you're feeling much better when you've come back to consciousness. Szayelaporro grins, fulfilling the stereotype he's most proud of as he instantly spritzes your face, the liquid inside it a deep pink color reminiscent of the flurries of Senbonzakura. Instantly you sneeze, though the sounds of Szayelaporro’s disgust soon fade out as the concoction forms a haze on your mind, glazing your eyes with a cloud as the temperature in the room seems to rise.

Fingers fumbling for the glass of water sitting nearby, you desperately gulp it down to ease the heat growing— it doesn't work, however. Your chest rises and falls as the heat focuses between your legs; what the hell did he spray on you? Pressing your thighs together, a soft little sound escapes you at the minimal pleasure the friction provides.

“Interesting…” The Espada hums, notating the entirely unintended side effects down onto a notepad, and you sit there humiliated by the feelings he's forced upon you as he shoves a thermometer in your mouth to test for fever.

You're unbearably horny, the slick between your legs pooling into your panties while your nipples, as sensitive as you've ever felt them, harden into little peaks that can be seen through the fabric of your clothes. Your brain hardly has the ability to be thankful that Grimmjow is long gone and unable to see such a display from you; you'd never, ever live it down if he witnessed this.

“This is… Hmmm…” The Arrancar hums to himself, rubbing his chin in thought. This certainly has no place in his research— the plan isn't to make Aizen's enemies so horny they're incapacitated, despite how successful the potion’s effect is. Certainly he'll have to shelve this and his curiosity on just how far this goes, but there's still certainly some work to be done.

Will it wear off with time? Or… Must you achieve orgasm for it to go away? There's always the chance of lethal happenings if you don't cum, but without data and further research, Szayelaporro can't know.

This is above his pay grade, so to speak.

“Come.” Szayelaporro unstraps you from the bonds of the chair, hesitating to touch you and force you out of it. Somehow, he wishes the Sexta Espada hadn't left. If nothing else, he could certainly help with the research…

But something tells him that Aizen would rather deal with this personally.

You can hardly move on your own as the burning ache of your cunt grows. Desperation plagues every thought, each one more perverse than the last and god you couldn't be any more disgusted with yourself if you tried. You'd allow anyone to touch your depraved body at this point, even the disgusting Szayelaporro, the one who'd done this and plenty other horrible things, and no doubt with plans to do worse, himself.

Your eyes widen soon— this pressure, this aura… he's been this close the entire time? As long as you've been here, you've never felt the strong Spiritual Pressure of Sōsuke Aizen, despite knowing there's no other place he'd be. But feeling him, being absolutely certain that he's close by and really and truly here…

Pitifully, more slick is produced from your heated core.

You stumble to your knees, hardly strong enough to brace yourself against the smooth floor beneath you. Aizen's presence, his heavy Reiatsu nearly crushes you as Szayelaporro leaves you on the floor in favor of approaching Aizen's throne.

Aizen's chocolate-toned eyes slide to your direction, nearly tuning out his Espada entirely as a thrill tickles his chest, traveling lower as his blood makes his cock twitch. It's not often he feels such a way; and it's not often he's presented with such a sweet gift either. As much as his Arrancars throw themselves at him, he's never once desired them.

You, the one that always hated him? Such an opportunity won't be wasted.

Aizen waves his hand, dismissing Szayelaporro and any other Arrancar that lingers. His pink tongue swipes over his lips before he speaks. “Are you able to stand?”

A shudder runs through you at the sound of his deep voice; never once have you been attracted to him, not even when almost all of Soul Society wanted in his bed. But now, under this stupid poison, he's everything all the others swooned over. Against your will, you shake as you slowly look up to meet his gaze. “No.” You whisper, fever warming you thoroughly as your eyes meet his— was Sōsuke always so striking without his glasses?

Aizen slouches in the throne just a bit and rests his cheek against his fist. “Hmm…”

His hum practically vibrates against your clit, the echo in the room bouncing the sound around in your sex-addled brain. Your pussy clenches at all the filth that floods your mind, each idea producing a dribble of slick that further ruins your panties and stickys your soft inner thighs. The pace of your heart’s beating slams against your breast, nervous under Aizen's stare.

“Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” He can't stop the slow rising smirk on his lips, doesn't even want to fight the sick pleasure he gains from this position he's in. His words can convey all the benevolence in the world— you both know what lies beneath them, cradling his heart in the inky swaths of evil.

Your cheeks flush with a fresh burst of heat, from anger, humiliation or from being so turned on, you're not sure. Sweat pours from your pounding forehead, dripping onto the tile beneath you. The room is scorching, absolutely burning your skin beneath all the layers of fabric Ulquiorra brought you this morning. No amount of washing or drycleaning can salvage the bottoms from the slickness of your salivating cunt, and further embarrassment sinks into your skin.

Aizen leans forward in his throne, resting a large palm on his thigh and rubbing the length of it slowly. “Don't be stubborn. I'll help you, but you've got to ask for it.”

Tears pool in your eyes as the desperation begins to swallow you— it's getting hard to breathe with how humid you feel. It's absolutely sweltering in this room and the cool tile beneath you means absolutely nothing now. Squeezing your eyes shut stubbornly, your fists curl up. “To cum.”

“I did say to ask me, didn't I?”

Rage burns in your, causing your fist to slam to the floor. “God dammit, Aizen, when I get the chance to slaughter you I will!”

Your proclamation loses its punch when, after Aizen’s condescending chuckle, goosebumps litter your skin. “Come here, pet.”

Why am I listening to him?

You're far too weak to stand, let alone walk, so you're merely left to pathetically crawl to the stairs before his throne. It's a slow, humiliating journey and all you can do is pray a trail of wetness doesn't follow. Shakes wrack your body by the time you've made it up the steps, and a harsh gasp tears out of your throat as Aizen's rather delicate palm meets your face, gently, guiding your face close enough to his that his breath fans along your cheek.

“Ask me to help you.” He croons, the evil in his eyes absolutely sick with glee.

Closing your eyes does no good, as Aizen squeezes your cheeks harshly until you open them once more. Biting harshly on your tongue, you finally speak. “Please… h-help me.”

“With?”

Oh, he's such a prick! “I need to cum. Please… Please help me cum.” The tears in your eyes pour over your cheeks, leaving beautiful stains behind on your skin. Aizen wipes one away with his thumb, his lips rather close to yours as he speaks.

“You see that wasn't as difficult as you made it, hm? Just this once, your wish is my command.” In a display of his well-hidden strength, Aizen plucks the buttons of your uniform enough to tear them off completely, cool air soothing your skin as the layers are slowly peeled away until all that remains is your bra and utterly destroyed panties.

Aizen leans back into his throne again once you're stripped, jutting his leg out and patting his thigh. Your pussy throbs in anticipation and lust has plagued your mind entirely now— nothing will stop you from chasing your high now, not with your sensibilities long tossed out the window. Strength finds you when you need it most, jolting you to your feet long enough to straddle your enemy's awaiting thigh, and a loud moan is ripped from deep within your chest as the contact alone makes you cum. It's so fast it nearly hurts, the pleasure coursing through you like lightning as your fist feebly finds purchase in Aizen's shirt, just for you to stay upright.

It was good and fast, but the heat, the lust, the willingness to degrade yourself in front of Aizen doesn't subside. If anything, it's much worse now.

Your hips rock without permission from your brain, smearing Aizen’s pant leg with the slick desire you've produced. Your hole, aching and unfathomably wet, throbs and clenches in demand for a cock to fill it. Aizen allows your hold on him, merely staring at you, fist to his cheek as always, as you pleasure yourself on his thigh. It's humiliating, so perfectly in line with his intentions, but you can't stop. The friction is too good now to possibly consider stopping.

You'll kill Szayelaporro for this.

You grind faster, breasts bouncing a bit in your bra as you work your body. Another orgasm approaches quickly and you take it without hesitation, cumming harshly again and then again soon after. Finally, the air clears enough for each intake to feel fresh again, and you collapse against Aizen's solid body with heavy, ragged breaths.

Aizen smirks as you try to collect yourself. He'll be sure to have his dear scientist create more of this potion— it holds far too much value to let it go to waste.

It will be the thing that breaks you.

#aizen sosuke x reader #aizen x reader #aizen sosuke x you #aizen x you #bleach x you #bleach x reader #bleach imagine #nsft #cw dubcon #fic #reader insert #x reader

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theangelwithawand · 10 months

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Good Omens Incorrect Quotes Part 3:

Once again, I did not come up with these, I just have quote generator access…

Crowley : I'm having problems with a guy...

Anathema : Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

Crowley : Who the fuck-

Aziraphale : Language!

Crowley : Whom the fuck-

Aziraphale : No.

Aziraphale and Crowley : I believe in you, Adam!

Adam, to themself: God, I must suck. The nicest thing they can think to say to me is that they don’t doubt my existence.

Aziraphale : There are some things beyond our understanding. We must accept them and learn from them. Because these moments of crisis are also potential moments of faith. A time, when we either come together or fall apart. Nature always has a way of balancing itself. The only question is, what part will we play?

Crowley : Did you just make that up?

Aziraphale : No. I read it in a fortune cookie once.

Crowley :

Aziraphale : A really long fortune cookie.

Crowley: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

Aziraphale, texting Crowley: Text me when you’re home safely.

Crowley: I’m home dangerously.

Aziraphale: Stop it.

Crowley: I’m home lethally.

Gabriel : Pardon the intrusion, but-

Aziraphale or Crowley: On this moment or just my life in general?

Aziraphale: Why shouldn't you put a toaster in a bathtub full of water?

Crowley: Because your toast would get soggy!

Aziraphale: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell!

Crowley: *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!

Crowley, at Nina’s: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots.

Mrs. Sandwich, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

Crowley, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.

Aziraphale: I have very high standards, you know.

Crowley: I can make spaghetti...

Aziraphale: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!

Crowley: You can do it Adam!

Crowley: But if you can't, at least your death will be quick, painless, and really cool to watch.

Crowley: *standing on a balcony and sneezes*

Aziraphale: *standing on the roof* Bless you.

Crowley: God?!

Crowley: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

Aziraphale:

Crowley: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?

Aziraphale: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&M’s.

Aziraphale: Is five a lot of followers?

Crowley: Depends on the context.

Crowley: On Instagram? No, not a lot of followers.

Crowley: In a dark alley? Yes, a lot of followers.

Crowley : You know what’s funny about Aziraphale ? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.

Crowley : Are you busy?

Aziraphale : Yes.

Crowley : Cool, listen to this...

Aziraphale or Nina: How would you like your coffee?

Crowley: As dark as my soul.

Aziraphale or Nina: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

Crowley : I can’t believe all these people are wearing black. black is supposed to be my thing, they’re all just posers.

Aziraphale: Crowley, for the last time, we’re at a funeral.

Aziraphale: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this?

Crowley, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

Crowley : *trying to get five seconds of sleep*

Aziraphale, poking Crowley ’s arm: Crowley Crowley . Crowley . Crowley .

Crowley : WHAT?

Aziraphale : …We’re out of Capri Suns—

Crowley : Valentines Day? I'm ready. *Sprays an entire can of AXE body spray on themselves*

Crowley : *makes Aziraphale a cup of tea but puts salt in it*

Aziraphale : *sips tea*

Crowley :

Aziraphale : *finishes tea*

Crowley : Didn't it taste bad?

Aziraphale : Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

Crowley, tearing up: Oh, okay.

Aziraphale : How petty can you get?

Crowley : I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Aziraphale : Crowley, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.

Crowley : Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

Crowley, to The Squad: You should change your passwords to “incorrect”. Then, every time you forget it, the system will remind you, “your password is incorrect”.

Aziraphale : Not to brag, but I can go into the Spirit Halloween without crying.

Crowley : I wanna sleep for 40 hours.

Aziraphale : You know that's called a coma, right?

Crowley :

Crowley : That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

Aziraphale : Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Crowley : I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Aziraphale : But you’re always acting stupid?

Crowley : ...

Crowley : Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

Muriel : Hey, aren’t you Aziraphale ?

Aziraphale : You a cop?

Muriel : No.

Aziraphale : Then yes, I am.

Aziraphale : Crowley ! Have you no dignity?

Crowley : Of course not! How long have we known each other?

Aziraphale : What are you drinking?

Crowley : Vodka.

Aziraphale : Straight?

Crowley : No, gay. Why?

Aziraphale : So you like cats?

Crowley : Yeah.

Aziraphale : *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Cop: You ran a red light.

Crowley : So did you, hypocrite.

Cop: I was following you.

Crowley : That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver.

Cop: Get out.

Aziraphale : What is the one thing I told you not to do?

Crowley : Burn the house down.

Aziraphale : And what did you do?

Crowley : I made dinner.

Aziraphale :

Crowley :

Aziraphale :

Crowley : And burnt the house down.

Aziraphale : Do you need help getting up?

Crowley : Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

Crowley : Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

Anathema: At first I thought you were foolish and incompetent.

Crowley : My apologies for whatever misstep I may have taken to dispel that impression. It was an honest mistake, I swear.

Aziraphale to Crowley : Turn that frown upside-down!

*a little while later*

Aziraphale : What are you doing?

Crowley , trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it’s not working .

Gabriel: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Crowley: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

#azicrow #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #good omens incorrect quotes #good omens #aziraphale and crowley #aziraphale #crowley

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Movie Night / Umbrella Academy x Reader Imagine

Request: Hi Cee! I saw that you want a TUA request, and I managed to think of one. How about a movie night with Klaus (and maybe Ben)? That just sounds like a lot of fun to me. You can make it into either an imagine or headcanons, whatever works better for you.

Ahhh thank you so much my lovely @holymultiplefandomsbatman this sounds so cosy!!

Warning: very slight swearing, mentions of cigarettes and mentions of arson (Klaus being Klaus).

If you enjoy, PLEASE let me know and comment!!

(I do not own The Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @nomatterifyoureblackorwhite.)

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You weren’t surprised to see smoke billowing out of the microwave?

Disappointed? Perhaps. Shocked? Not at all. You were even less amazed to see Klaus’ legs dangling out from over the counter, haphazardly balancing on the table as he used a dish cloth to try and whip away the smoke from the air. Sadly, he was not very successful, as the blaring screech and blips of the fire alarm sounding throughout the kitchen of the Academy quickly made apparent to you. The sound of Five’s groaning growl reverberating out of his room and down through the ceiling only made it all the more clearer.

‘Christ on a cracker... Ben, I thought I asked you to HELP.’

Ben is sitting on a kitchen stool next to a flailing Klaus. He’s nonchalantly sipping a glass of lemonade, and trying his hardest not to snicker as Klaus falls off the counter and teddy bear rolls onto the floor in an attempt to correct himself.

‘Why are you blaming me? It’s not my fault you have the brain of a peanut.’

Klaus looks incredibly disgruntled as his head pops up from behind the dining room table. His cheeks are covered in some kind of ashy soot, which he happily swells into a crystal cloud as he sneezes into Ben’s disgusted face. As Klaus hurls himself off the ground and tries to stop the shoulder of his shirt from smouldering by wildly hitting it with his ‘hello’ hand, Ben takes the opportunity to stop him from launching a barrage attack of talking.

‘I said I’d come to supervise, not to help. Maybe you should clear your ears out.’

‘Supervising is Y/n’s job, they’re the only one with a braincell in this house. Such a shame you were born without even one, Benny Boy.’ Klaus throws him a mock frown, shuffling forward on his knees to lean his arms on Ben’s lap and slap his kneecap.

‘That was a terrible comeback’, Ben snorts as he reaches past Klaus’ ears and tries to take the strangely popping, twisting and still expanding bag of popcorn out of the melting microwave to open it. When he’s greeted only by another outpouring of smoke and a hacking cough in response, he decides to drop it in the sink and douse it in water. They’d been lucky enough that Luther hadn’t already come stomping down the stairs to tell them to quit their racket, or that Diego hadn’t come in and yelled at them for setting the alarm off while he was trying to nap. He nearly jumps out of his skin when Klaus yells out and opens his arms wide, flailing.

‘Y/n! Where the hell have you been! How could you leave me alone with Ben?!’ He comes sprinting towards you, giving you only a few seconds to widen your eyes in shock, stumble backwards, and try to brace your arms to protect yourself before Klaus has leapt and is now straddling your waist in a bone crushing hug. He doesn’t care that the selection of movies you had snuck up and stolen from Allison’s rooms have all scattered to the floor, he’s too busy nestling his head into your neck and crushing all the air out of your lungs.

‘Klaus... for the love of- I’ve only been gone for fifteen minutes and you’ve already managed to burn down the house.’

He only dramatically kisses the top of your head before dropping his feet back down onto the floor. ‘Who cares, right? I mean, we all hate this house anyway, and dad’s dead’, he grins, holding his hand out beside him as if in a half shrug. ‘So I guess the house is ours to do with as we please!’ He does a ostentatious spin around you, the ruffles of his leather skirt flowing over your abdomen like the old tune of a long ago dream. He eventually stops to place a forearm on your shoulder, leaning in close so he can whisper into your ear with a high-pitched giggle. ‘I vote arson.’

‘And I vote that you both help me carry these snacks and soda bottles before I collapse’, Ben calls from where he’s half hidden behind the snack cabinet. You can barely make out his hoodie moving, shuffling what you can only guess is approximately five massive bottles into the brackets of his elbows.

‘You don’t get a vote - we’ve already established you don’t have a braincell.’ Klaus squats down on the floor beside you and helps you gather up the discs one again, bundling them into your arms as Ben yells out in mock insult.

‘Oh, quit your yapping and come on! If we don’t get into the living room now then Luther’s going to come down and start doing his evening yoga again’, he shivers, ‘and I do not want to be there for that again. Last time he roped me in, and the nightmares I’ve had about doing the downward double dog pose-’

You snort and hit him in the side, the brightest smile on Klaus’ face as he turns to you and laughs, his mirth filled with all the joy and love in the world. Ben comes staggering round to your other side, and you do your best to loop your arms round both of theirs, as they do in return, before you all set off through the door. I mean, you try - but mostly you all go sauntering towards it and then realise when Klaus bumps against the doorframe that three people going through at once is not going to work. Instead of doing the normal thing of letting the two of you go first, he decides to just jump onto your back and you have to give him a piggy back ride through the house before dumping him down onto the sofa.

Ben flops down on the cushion next to him, waiting for you to set up the small television set Grace had kindly got out from the locked cupboard and wheeled in for the three of you, before the two of them scoot sideways and leave you space to sit down between them. You’re sitting knee to knee for a while, dragging the lone blanket you found in your room down from the back of the settee to instead cover your laps. As the intro credits begin to roll, and the dim light of the slightly dinged and ancient T.V. blares into your eyes, Ben grabs a few cups and starts handing out drinks.

Klaus takes his with a flick of his hair, downing it all in one go as Ben looks on with a mix of resignation and absolute horror. When he’s finished, he tosses the mug onto the carpet and leans back against the armrest. To your own despair, as he does this he simultaneously swings his legs up so they’re lying over your own lap.

‘You know, I once had a boyfriend who looked exactly like Hugh Grant.’

‘As if’, Ben retorts as he opens a packet of gummy sweets and offers to the two of you. Klaus just grabs them from his fingers and dumps them into the ornate bowl Reginald Hargreeves had left on the living room table - the same precise one he had forbade any of the children from ever touching lest it loses its unspeakable value. Between the sugary cracks of the sweets, you could still make out the remnants of crater burns of cigarette butts.

Ben snuggles down against your shoulder, and you happily open up your arm to allow him to rest the back of his head against your cheek. The warmth of his body, and the way he lifts his hand to rub tenderly against the hand you’ve rested against his neck already fills you with a tenderness as warm as a sunned cat. Feeling left out, Klaus earns an irritated whine from the two of you as he suddenly tries to twist himself around. He looks like a bug trapped in a spider’s web, punching out and trapping himself in the blanket before he finally settles. He kicks his legs into the darkness over the edge of the sofa, choosing instead to shove the blanket onto Ben and rest his head on your lap, the curls tangling up your abdomen.

‘I did too’, he manages to mumble out as he shoves his face full of a handful of chips. ‘He was a terrible kisser, but he did make the most wonderful pineapple upside down cake.’

‘Okay, now I know you’re lying’, you state, reaching down to scrape your fingers over Klaus’ scalp. He twitches happily in your lap as you say, ‘I’ve never seen you eat fruit in your whole damn life.’

‘I’ll eat it if it’s in cake.’

‘Oh my god’, Ben despairs, sliding down further into your side whilst shaking his head, covering his eyes with with his hand.

‘What!? Mr. ‘I’ll only eat waffles for dinner’-’

‘Hey, waffles count as breakfast and dinner food. I’m in the right here. I’m valid.’

Klaus tries to throw a gummy work at Ben’s face, succeeding only at tossing it through the door way. He hits his target on the next go, though, and leaves Ben wiping his nose with the edge of his sleeve as he reaches out to grab more. Ben’s faster though, dipping his hand into the own packet of chewy sweets he dumped beside them and whirling them at Klaus’ head until Klaus has melodramatically fallen down onto the floor.

The night ends in its usual way, with Diego sauntering down the main stairwell and peeking through the hallway door to see what the heck all the noise is, holding a knife at the ready in case the Academy was being ransacked or burgled. He’s greeted by the sight of you standing on the living room table, arms pull to the brim of popcorn kernels. Ben has taken refuge under the table, his raven hair absolutely drenched with soda, as well as half the askew paintings and bookshelves behind him. Klaus has knocked the sofa onto its side, and has managed to falter in throwing his handful of gumballs over the top as he spots his other brother.

At first, Diego only sighs and puts his knife back away into his belt, preparing himself to turn and leave. When he feels a sweet hit the back of his head with a thunk... well, let’s just say that Five comes storming down to see what on earth is going on about ten minutes later, only to find you all in roughly the same positions... as well as Diego swinging from the chandelier with chip crumbs on his shirt.

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nerdestiwrites · 1 month

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where we are (hazbin hotel reader insert)

I wrote most of this while drunk last night so if it's shit thats why LMAO

TW// deadly car crash,slightly detailed description of car crash, guilt, spiraling,

It all had happened so fast, in a blink of an eye, a sneeze, before an ‘Oh fuck’ could even cross your mind. The rain had been coming down hard, it was dark, and of course, the street lights had been barely working. The other car had their lights turned off, they had been swerving. You might have seen them, if you hadn’t been laughing at a joke your brother had said. You might have seen them if your focus wasn’t on the song that had just turned on. You might have seen them if the rain wasn’t coming down as hard, if the street lights were working, if the road hadn’t come to a bend. You might’ve been able to swerve out of the way, might have been able to break, might have been able to maneuver the car just the right way, a dozen might haves…

It all had happened so fast and now you were waking up with a gasp for air, like it was the last one you might take. You could hear distant fighting, shouting, gun shots. It wasn’t raining anymore, you weren’t in a car anymore, the worst part was that you were alone. Your eyes darted around quickly, standing and looking around. The dark red sky was one thing to signal you weren’t awake, or maybe even alive. Then your heart stopped, your stomach dropped, and you stumbled forwards as the memory of your death came crashing down around you, literally.

The car had hit the drivers side, your side, and sent your car spinning. The water on the road caused both cars to hydroplane, and the car hit again, in the back passengers side, and nearly flipped the car upside down. The glass shattered, the radio still blaring, the rain hitting the broken dashboard, the blood, then nothing. Blackness. Then, this. What was around you. You weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not. If this was the afterlife or not. All you knew was you needed to wake up, you needed to go back, to wake up, to go back. That was the only thought other than was he okay? Was he still alive, was he hurt, you needed to get back to him. You were supposed to protect him, to keep him safe, and you failed.

You stumbled forwards, nails digging into your palms as you took in deep breaths, trying to keep yourself from spiraling. If you were dead, if the crash killed you on impact, then you were in Hell. That had to be the only explanation. Or some form of Hell, whatever religion had it ‘right’ in the end. You didn’t even have time to try and figure out what you had done that warranted your soul to be sent downwards instead of up. You needed to make sure he was okay.

You looked up and down the dirty street, a car was on fire, there was someone just casually stabbing a corpse, people where fucking in a building next to you, the window wide open and you could practically smell them. You stumbled away from the window and grimaced, how the hell, or where in this case, were you supposed to find a way to get back up topside? Back to Earth? Even for just a moment? A minute? To make sure? Was that even possible? It had to be possible, it had to be, it had to be, it had to be.

You promised, you promised, you promised. You promised to keep him safe, to make sure he’d always be safe, to be okay, at the bare minimum keep him alive. What kind of older sibling were you if you couldn’t even do that? You fucked up in the most catastrophic way and maybe that was the reason you were in Hell. The reason your soul was sent down. Because you failed to keep him safe. You got him killed. He wasn’t even supposed to be in the car. He wasn’t supposed to be with you. You had asked him to. Asked. Begged. You didn’t want to go to the store alone that late at night. You bribed him with buying him whatever he wanted, within reason, you weren’t a millionaire after all. You didn’t even need to go to the store. You just wanted to. You wanted to and you didn’t want to go alone. This was your fault.

You jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder and instinctively moved away by taking a step to the side, your head snapping towards the person, eyes wide. You had to look up to see the others face, his appearance giving a starch reminder of where you were, if you were dead, if this wasn’t a dream. Hell. This person was a demon, condemned for eternity, for sins you weren’t aware of. But you were in Hell too, you were condemned, just the same as he was, and maybe, maybe he wasn’t as bad as he could be. You studied the demon briefly, looking him up and down once, taking in the red suit, the long microphone staff he held, the smile that seemed to stretch too far that reminded you of the Joker, the bad hair cut, the way he looked at you like you were prey.

“You seemed troubled, dear!” His voice was distorted, like it was coming through an old antique radio, one that would’ve been considered trash about five years ago but now since it was trendy would be far too expensive for you to even imagine owning. The same thing had happened with records, and now any old good quality record player was only affordable for the rich. “Perhaps I can help?”

Every nerve in your body told you to run, your stomach had dropped and twisted, you felt ill just standing near the taller man-demon-whatever he was. Your body just wanted you to flee but he was offering help. The worst he could say is no, he couldn’t help your situation and you’d be stuck at square one. You were desperate, and that desperation was coming off you in waves. “I need to go back to Earth. Now. Or rather like, five minutes ago. I- I need to. I’ll do anything.”

You put it out there instantly, how desperate you were. You currently didn’t care about logistics, about how this might end up with you completely screwed for the rest of eternity. You couldn’t care less, if you were honest with yourself. If this was Hell, if you were dead, there wasn’t a single thing that you could care about. The demon-man-thing could have you do almost anything at this point and you wouldn’t care. If he asked you to kill someone, could you die in Hell, well you saw that corpse and a demon-person-thing stabbing it, so surely you could die a second time, and that only brought up more questions-

“Anything?” The demons voice, still glitched and filtered through an old radio seemed to have been enhanced in that very way. His smile stretched further across his face, his head cocked to the side ever so slightly in interest as he took a step forwards towards you.

You instinctively took a step backwards, just to keep distance between yourself and the stranger. You were both demons, you realized, if you were in Hell. Or maybe there was something else that defined a demon and you were just a poor unfortunate soul. Either way, you decided to keep the assumptions to a minimum until you learned more about what the fuck was going on. You cleared your throat and nodded in response. Anything. You’d do anything at this point.

He again took a stride towards you, holding his free hand out, the microphone cane held behind his back as the smile on his face continued to grow. Antlers grew from his head, expanding and twisting in sharp turns. A dark green aura enveloped the both of you as he spoke, “I can give you two minutes back on Earth. Two minutes for your soul. I feel like that’s a fair trade!”

Two minutes. Two minutes would be all you had to make sure your brother was alive and okay. Two minutes to try and make sure he got the help he needed, two minutes to help him, support him, tell him everything would be okay. Two minutes for your soul. Two minutes was more than enough time. You grabbed onto the strangers hand and shook it once, your face hardening in seriousness. “Deal.”

The green completely overtook you, nearly choking you before it dissipated and you felt the cold rain hit your skin. You weren’t in the car, no, you were standing next to the car. Smoke rose from crumpled hood, the driver side was nearly non existent, the door crushed into the seat, no wonder you had died on impact. It would’ve been impossible, a miracle if you hadn’t. There was no saving you, you knew that much. Your eyes darted to the passengers side. It looked better but not by a large margin. You called out your brothers name and rushed forwards, prying the passenger door off with a strength you didn’t even realize you had.

His head rolled to the side, blood was trickling down his forehead, his arm looked bent at an awful angle, but his chest was rising and falling. He was still breathing, he was alive, he had a chance. You swallow thickly and search through the broken car, pushing past the glass covered seats and grabbed onto your phone, your hands shaking. As you go to turn it on, it was the first time you saw yourself after death. Your refelction staring back at you clear as day in the black mirror. You no longer looked like yourself, a demon, a monster, stared back.

Your brother groaned, quietly, and coughed, your fingers quickly dialing 911 and explaining the situation and the road you were on. Your voice was shaking, tears were streaming down your face, you were begging the responder to get there as soon as possible, to save your brother. They responder told you that an ambulance was on its way and to stay calm.

Your brothers voice pierced your ears as you looked down at him. You give a shaky smile and knelt down, grabbing onto the hand that didn’t look like a mangled nest. “I don’t know where we are, but it’ll be okay. It’s going to be okay. Everything will be okay. I promise.” You told him, wiping the blood off his cheek and sniffling. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I know I’m not who you wanted me to be all the time, I wasn’t the best older sibling I could’ve been, I-I fucked up a lot, but it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” Your voice was shaking, breaking every other second, you felt like you were going to sob. But you couldn’t you had to be strong, for him, to make him feel safe. That was your job, to protect him, from everything. From yourself.

“Tell mom- tell mom I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry… Tell her not to blame herself, not to blame you. We both- fuck we both know you’ve always been the strongest one out of all of us. I’m so fucking sorry… You deserved so much better. Than to be strong. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough. You… fuck… You don’t have to be strong all the time. You’re allowed to be weak and scared and sad and frustrated. I’m sorry.”

The sound of sirens in the distance filled your chest with hope and the sight of the flashing lights coming closer signaled that help had arrived. You stood up from beside the crashed car and waved your hands, calling out for the first responders, crying out for them to hurry, to get over there and save your brother, and just as a flashlight shone in your direction, you saw the green smoke start to overtake your body. Just as you heard the shouting from the first responders telling the others where the car was, you disappeared in the green smoke.

You were back, standing on the street with the burning car, the two demons fucking in the building behind you, with the tall red demon in front of you with the sinister smile across his face. “Well I sure do hope you spent those two minutes being productive!”

You felt like he was mocking you, making fun of what you had just done, what you just went through. You felt like the tears that had dried on your face gave him amusement, that your misery was fun to him, and that gave you chills that ran down your spine. You wouldn’t give him the amusement of a reaction however. You knew how to suck up your emotions and break down when you were alone. You knew how to disguise your hurt, frustrations, anguish, by laughing and joking and brushing it off until you couldn’t anymore. And now you had all of eternity to perfect it.

“Oh, it was super productive, started a business, worked hard, had it become a billion dollar idea, made some bad investment choices, crashed the stock market, got married, regretted that, divorced, had a midlife crisis around a minute, went to the Bahamas and bought a sports car far too expensive for me to reasonably pay every month-” You went on rambling, having no intention on stopping any time soon.

You wanted to see how long he would let you ramble, listing off more and more bizarre things, you were going to talk about trading the sports car in for an elephant but had been cut off as a chain appeared around your neck and you were tugged forwards. Your eyes widened slightly as your hands reached up to pull at the chain, uselessly it seemed, before you looked at the stranger. His ears twitched slightly with annoyance, you knew that much from the years of owning animals. It’s hard to hide emotions with ears and tails, easiest way to read an animal. His eyes were narrowed, but his smile remained the same. “Well worth your soul then!” The radio waves coming from his voice seemed to shake slightly.

“Half a mint and a toothpick would’ve been worth my soul, hate to tell you that it wasn’t worth much. Definitely scammed you.” You say and wince, gasping out as the chain around your neck tightened and he pulled you forwards again, causing you to trip and fall onto the ground straight into a puddle of what smelt rancid.

He stood over you, towering now that you were on the ground in front of him, and he looked down on you. You couldn’t see the expression on his face, it shadowed from how he stood, but you could feel the power radiating off of him. You swallowed hard once, your jaw clenched as you took in a sharp breath, immediately regretting it from the putrid smell of whatever puddle you laid in.

He took one step forward, his shoes inches away from your face. Instead of green smoke, shadows seemed to encase the both of you and when they disappeared, you were in a new location. Still on the floor, beneath the demon, he took a seat and rested the microphone cane against a console panel. “Welcome to Hell, darling! You’re about to learn who you made a deal with.”

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hezzabeth · 4 months

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"I don't think that's it. Here, let me show you something," Revati said, gesturing for her sister to follow.

Dityaa, who always found silence terrifying, spent the brief walk chattering away.

"I don't know if I should continue things with the Duke; he is adorable and very sweet, but I've been stabbed and bruised," Dityaa said, more to herself than to Revati.

"Exactly," Revati agreed.

"Of course, it would be nice to live in a romantic villa with a wardrobe filled with gowns," Dityaa added, touching her dress.

"You do love gowns, and that one is starting to look a bit shabby," Revati smirked.

"Don't judge me for liking feminine things! You act like a warlord but you still make lipstick out of ash and oil," Dityaa snapped back.

"I don't judge you for being girly! I judge you because you spend your life acting like one of the drunk moths hanging around our lampposts," Revati argued as they turned a corner.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Dityaa demanded.

"You go to balls and seduce dukes, ignoring the fact we are trapped here for the rest of our lives!" Revati said. It was something she had thought many times but never said. Mars had been long ago terraformed in pockets with massive stretches of freezing wilderness between countries and settlements. Older Landon had been built miles away from the nearest city in the middle of an AI machine zone. The only way to reach the park was, of course, by driving or on a high-speed floating train.

"I don't ignore it; I remember more than you do! I remember us running towards the gates trying to get the last train out! I remember watching people leave the park on foot thinking they could walk to the city," Dityaa replied. Sometimes, the Hardi brothers would discover the old bodies of tourists frozen solid in the wasteland. They would, of course, rob them and then rush back towards the park before night fell. Sometimes late at night, Revati could see the distant city lights. It didn't change the fact it was still a day's walk away.

"What's that?" Dityaa suddenly asked, stopping her tirade.

Dityaa had spotted the Android.

"I have no idea; it said it was looking for its daughter," Revati admitted as Dityaa stooped down at the Android curiously.

"Daughter? Can androids have a baby?" Dityaa asked.

"I suspect it was a human using the Android as a surrogate. The voice didn't sound like an AI appliance," Revati admitted.

"It looks familiar, doesn't she?" Dityaa asked.

"It looks exactly like the portrait of the lost princess in Whistleton," Revati said as Dityaa carefully touched the Android's face.

"No, it's more than that," Dityaa said in a soft dreamy voice.

Revati merely leaned down, grabbing the Android's broken legs.

"Go get the balloon cart and push it back here," Revati said.

"You're not thinking of taking it back home, are you? Amma will kill you," Dityaa protested.

"Obviously I'm bringing it back! I need answers," Revati snapped back, and Dityaa marched off.

The second she vanished around the corner, the Android's metal eyes fluttered. Its hand tried to grab Revat's wrist before falling dead once more.

******

A forest had engulfed Baker Street. A romantic, sunlit forest with twisting trees covered in puffy, bright yellow blossoms bursting from upturned cobblestones. Dotted among them were smaller, dark trees heavy with bunches of magenta berries. Two of the feral children had already attacked the berries, their lips a deep purple.

Dityaa stopped helping Revati with the popcorn cart and started skipping towards the children. Revati sneezed loudly as the pollen hit her nose. She hated to admit it, but it was all rather pretty.

A few feet away, Brigadeiro was working outside the greenhouse along with the school students and Dusk. Mrs. Gupta was glaring at them with firm disapproval. “Does that fool have any idea how much water plants use?” She grumbled to Revati, who was pushing the cart towards everyone.

“I told you, Mrs. Gupta, these are all drought-resistant native Australian plants,” Brigadeiro replied as he stooped over an upturned cobblestone, spraying the mud below. There was a faint rustling sound, and a bush burst from the earth. The bush had peculiar finger-like mint-green leaves. Seconds later, it was covered in hot pink fleshy fruit.

“They look like your hair,” Revati remarked, faintly startled by the entire thing. “Here, try one,” Brigadeiro replied, picking a piece of fruit and handing it to Revati.

“I was only gone for less than an hour! You’ve turned the entire street into a jungle” Revati pointed out.

#nanowrimo2023 #nanowrimo #writing science fiction #creative writing #writers on tumblr #speculative fiction #speculative worldbuilding #life on mars #sci fi ya #ya books #saying farewell to armageddon

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captainmalewriter · 2 years

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Haunted

Isaac walked into his rented room at the Faraday Hotel. He had been called in by the hotel's owner to investigate paranormal activity at the property. Several guests had reported seeing random inanimate objects begin floating, their belongings covered in ectoplasm, and hearing ghastly moans that kept them up at night. All of which made for an unpleasant guest experience.

Word had gotten around about the supposed haunted Faraday Hotel. The hotel saw less and less foot traffic as time went on as a result. In a desperate attempt to avoid bankruptcy and foreclosure, the owner called in a "self licensed paranormal expert and investigator," Isaac. Although that was his job title on his home printed business cards, he was actually just some guy with a podcast. But regardless of his qualifications, Isaac now found himself at Faraday Hotel on a job to solve the mystery behind the paranormal activity. Should he succeed, he'd see a handsome payment well into the thousands.

And so, Isaac had gathered his ghost hunting equipment and settled in.

Isaac was pleasantly surprised when he saw the condition of his room. He had expected the hotel to be in shambles, especially since it was supposed to be haunted by ghosts.

“Mr. Faraday’s pretty serious about his business huh,” Isaac thought out loud while he unpacked some of his belongings. He had prepared for a weekend long stay so that he could stakeout what happened at nighttime.

Isaac unpacked his cameras and set them up in various points throughout his hotel room. He then powered up his laptop and turned off the lights so that it was pitch dark in the room. Isaac confirmed that his laptop was getting all the camera footage and that the night vision mode on the cameras was working properly. He then went ahead and turned the lights back on.

Isaac then laid out the rest of his ghost hunting supplies out on the bed. He had packed everything he needed; salt, holy water, spectrometers, a Ouija board, and among other things too.

While Isaac was busy setting up, there were three long, slim human-like figures appearing in the far corner of the room. The figures were red, blue, and green in coloring; and they all had a ghastly, translucent look to them. The group of ghosts were watching Isaac as he configured the rest of his ghost hunting equipment. Isaac had turned a spectrometer and begun to inspect the room. The ghosts gradually got closer to Isaac as he did so, and despite how close they got to him, the spectrometer failed to even register any of the ghosts’ presence. Isaac remained completely oblivious to the three ghosts watching and laughing at him.

“So...” the red ghost started. “What do we think of this one, boys?”

“I think he’s a complete idiot,” the blue ghost laughed. Blue was inches away from Isaac’s face; it kept tickling Isaac’s nose, causing him to sniffle and sneeze.

“I’m not a fan of this one... But, let’s be real for a sec, less and less fleshies are showing up to the hotel. When are we gonna get another chance like this again?” the green ghost said.

“Green’s got a point, I say we strike while the iron’s hot! I’m tired of being dead!”

“Really guys? We only get one shot at another life and you wanna use it on him?” Blue pointed at Isaac, who was sitting on the floor with the Ouija board in front of him. He had both hands on the stone and was moving it back and forth on the board.

“Beings from the underworld... are you here in the room with me?” Isaac called out. The three ghosts watched as Isaac waited for a response. They didn’t bother giving him one.

“See what I mean? I think we can do much better,” Blue said.

“I’m not saying this is the most ideal body in the world, but beggars can’t be choosers either. And besides, we don’t have to use him per se, we just gotta use him...”

Green huddled up the other two ghosts next to him. It began to whisper a plan on how they would use Isaac to start their next human life. Soon enough Red and Blue were cackling alongside Green, all while Isaac began getting cold sweats at the sounds of their ominous laughter. Isaac decided he had enough ghost hunting for one evening, and decided to call it a night.

Later that same night, while Isaac was sound asleep, Green had physically manifested itself in the room. It floated over to Isaac and waved its arm in front of him. Isaac only snored in response. Green then hovered just slightly above Isaac’s face, and after adjusting its aim, slammed straight down into Isaac’s mouth.

Isaac woke up from the impact and immediately went into a coughing fit as Green forced itself down his throat. No matter how hard Isaac gagged, he simply could not force the green ghost out of his mouth. Then with one final push, Green slithered down Isaac’s throat with a slurp. Isaac thrashed around on the bed as Green spread itself all throughout Isaac’s body, taking full control as it did so. Once his body was fully possessed, an evil smile crept across Isaac’s face as Green opened its new fleshie eyes.

Green hopped out of the bed and took the shirt off its new body. It let out a fox whistle as it ran its hands down Isaac’s torso. Green pinched one of its new nipples, causing a moan to escape as it felt the sensations of physical touch again after being dead for so long.

“HEYYY! I CALL FOUL PLAY!”

Green turned around at the sudden yell and saw Blue and Red materialize behind him. Despite being in the middle of a possession, Green was still able to see its ghostly brethren.

“Why do YOU get first dibs!? If we’re really gonna do this then I demand I get my compensation! I’ve been dead the longest, I should be the first one!!” Blue shouted.

“Quit yelling! I’m the one who came up with the plan, and therefore I get first dibs!” Green said while sticking out its tongue.

“Who cares about that stuff, let’s just move on to the next step! I can already feel my new skin tingling with goosebumps!” Red said.

Green agreed, and proceeded to strip until fully nude while stroking off Isaac’s cock until hard. Green then bent over across the bed face down and hard cock pointing out of the bed from his underside. Green then spread Isaac’s ass cheeks apart with its hands, and revealing Isaac’s hairy, pink hole.

“Just be gentle, yeah? I can already feel pain and I wouldn’t be surprised if this guy hasn’t been broken in back there...”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I got it,” Blue shrugged while preparing itself. “Now YIPPEEE-KI-YAY MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

Blue performed a perfect swan dive as it dove into Isaac’s asshole. Green’s intuition was right about Isaac being tight, but although such a tight ass normally wouldn’t allow for an easy entry, Blue had dove in with so much reckless momentum that it forced itself in regardless.

“AHH FUCKK!!” Green cried out from the pain of the impact. Blue had flipped the whole body over onto the bed when it dove in. Isaac’s body was squirming while Green and Blue fought for control from inside.

“Uh... Am I supposed to go in now or...?” Red watched from outside. Neither Green nor Blue gave him an answer as the body kept wiggling around the bed.

Red noticed Isaac’s dick was still hard and swinging around. It then decided to jump in without waiting for a signal. Red hovered over Isaac’s rock hard cock and began slithering down the lengthy member like liquid through a straw. Soon enough Red’s entire being had been swallowed up and it had joined Green and Blue in the possession of Isaac, although it had walked into a fight for control.

“GET OUT! THIS IS MINE!” Blue shouted.

“NO! STICK TO THE PLAN GODDAMNIT!” Green shouted back.

“Guys guys GUYS! What happened to the plan!?” Red chimed in.

“FUCK THAT! I WANT A BODY TO MYSELF!! GET OUT!” Blue shouted.

All three ghosts were fighting for control over Isaac’s body. Isaac thrashed and squirmed on the bed as the three fought. There was no reconciliation for the three ghosts. Soon enough one ghost began kicking another ghost out of the body, and only for that ghost to come back in seconds later.

Green got kicked out through the mouth and re-entered through the asshole. Blue got kicked out through the asshole and re-entered through the dick. Red got kicked out through the dick and re-entered through the mouth. The three ghosts kept up this cycle of de-possessing and re-possessing Isaac’s body for several minutes. Isaac’s spasmed uncontrollably as the ghosts came in and out of him. Isaac kept coming in and out of consciousness for a brief period of a few seconds whenever there wasn’t a ghost inside of him.

“What...... Is.... Happening.... To..... Me...... !?” Isaac could only get out a word at a time as the three ghosts continued fighting for full control. All while Isaac’s body bore the full impact of the ghost fight. Isaac’s mouth, dick, and ass were being stimulated as ghosts came in and out of his holes; causing waves of physical pleasure to roll all throughout his body with his holes receiving the most sensations. Every possession added onto the fire of sexual pleasure Isaac was getting. After several minutes of nonstop stimulation, Isaac’s body couldn’t take it anymore and shot massive loads of cum all over the bed sheets. Isaac was gasping for breath as his balls were drained dry from cum, all while still getting endlessly possessed by the three ghosts.

“AND STAY OUT!!!”

Blue shouted in Isaac’s voice as both Red and Green shot out of Isaac’s body. The two ghosts were thrown into the puddles of cum Isaac had shot out just moments ago. The two ghosts had combined together in the sticky white puddle and fused together, both with each other and with all of the sperm cells. The two ghosts had been broken down into what a human body needed to properly function. All of Isaac’s sperm were coming together to form a new human body with the ghosts, each cell added a minute of age and a strand of DNA to the new body. Within minutes, what was once a puddle of warm cum had rapidly mutated and grown into a fully grown adult male made entirely of one man’s cum and two ghosts fused together into one.

While Green and Red were fusing into a new body, Blue had fully settled itself into Isaac. It smirked as it felt its blood pumping throughout its new human body. It then walked up to the new body and flipped it off.

“Hahahaha, bitch! I get an actual body while you’re stuck being an overgrown cum stain!” Blue teased.

“Whatever, at least I get a body that I can’t be exorcised from unlike you,” the new man said. He lifted his arm, sniffed his pit, and quickly groaned at the smell of body odor. The body had gone through puberty within minutes and already reeked of a man’s body odor.

“Oh? Already using singular pronouns, little bro? You two really think you’re hot shit, huh...”

“Knock it off already! If we’re gonna live out our new human lives then we need to look convincing!”

“Suit yourself, Isaiah, but I think a big brother fucking around with their little bro is perfectly normal human behavior...”

Isaac then proceeded to noogie Isaiah, much to his dismay.

“Hey, you don’t get to name us! We get to choose our own name!” Isaiah shouted while getting shoved into Isaac’s armpit.

“Shut up Isaiah! Don’t disrespect your big bro like that!”

“God, you’re insufferable...”

And so, the two lived out their new human lives under the façade of being brothers. Blue got Isaac all to himself, while Green and Red got Isaiah. Although there were plenty of wrinkles they would have to smooth over in the future, the three ghosts’ little plan of getting another shot of human life went without a hitch in the end.

#male body possession #male body takeover #body possession #male control #reincarnation #ghost possession #clone

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bluegalaxygirl · 6 months

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The Mist (Law X reader)

Plot: A strange mist rolls in out of nowhere causing the heart crew to see strange things, can they find the source of it before its too late?

WARNING: this contains dead loved ones, suicide, reader self harm, trickery, drugs, bad language and violence. This deals with some heavy shit so if your not in the right mind or can't ready stuff like this please dont read.

Minors DO NOT read

Reader is GN and in an established relationship with Law.

Leaning on the railing of the deck you watch the water, the cool breeze wasing over you as the sub moves half submerged in the water letting the crew get some fresh air. Bepo lies asleep on the floor next to you finding the sub to be too hot sometimes with his thick fur. Other crew members came and went taking breaks from their work to look out at the sea. You spend most of your day outside enjoying the sight, a familiar presance moves closer before hands go around your waist pulling you back into Laws chest while laying his chin on your shoulder. With no one on the deck besides you two and a sleeping Bepo your captain felt comfortable enough to share a moment with you. After a short while you turn in his grip so you can face the man and wrap your arms around his neck looking into his beautiful eyes "Taking a break?" you ask only earning a nod as he leans in placing his lips on your, his soft lips move against yours before he licks your bottom lip asking for more, happily opening your mouth for him you let your hand run through his hair and under his cap pulling the captain closer. The two of your hum in unison as your tongues meet while your lips move together enjoying your rare alone time together. Pulling away breathless Law places his head in your neck as his arms hold you close wanting to saver the moment before he has to go back.

A few minutes later Law pulls away looking down at you "I need to get back to work" he signs as you cling onto him not wanting it to be over so soon "Just a few more minutes" you beg even though you know it won't work, when the captain needs to do something even you can't stop him. Law presses his lips against yours again only giving you a short kiss before pulling fully away from you "Don't catch a cold" he comments before walking away and back into the sub. Turning to face the water again you lean against the railing watching the water and the slightly cloudy sky. As time passed the sky got darker and darker a light mist appearing above the water getting thicker as the sub approached it. Snapped out of your thoughts by a loud sneeze you look down at Bepo who woke himself up, rubbed his nose the bear looks around seeming slightly confused "Come on lets go back inside" you smile down at him helping him up but the bear's attention went to the mist rolling in "Something wrong?" you ask concerned for your fluffy friend "I don't know." he simply says before getting up and turning to you his eyes filled with uncertainty "We shouldn't be out in that. Somethings off" taking your hand while making sure no one else is on the deck the polar bear drags you inside closing the door behind you and locking it.

You've known Bepo long enough to know when he senses somethings wrong there is something wrong "I'll go let Law know. You should tell the others" walking down the hall you wave at the bear who nods and head off the other way. Down the hall you feel a little strange, the vents of the polar tang feeling colder than normal and a heavyweight sits on your chest but you pushed through it soon making it to Law's office. You knock before entering but the captain isn't there, the only place he can be at this time of day is the medical rooms. A child's laugh catches your ears causing you to spin around with a gasp, the sudden earie child's laugh now gone. Walking out the door and looking down the hallways no ones there, no kids and no crew members. Shaking your head with a sigh, trying to get your head in the right place before making your way down to the medical rooms. It felt much colder now your body shivering and warm breath meeting cold air as you breathed, rubbing your arms you try and make yourself warmer while looking for your captain "Law?" you call out walking into the medical area hoping to get an answer back from one of the rooms.

Still not being able to find your Captain you stepped into the surgical room leaning on the stretcher for support as your head goes fuzzy and a sickening feeling runs through your body "Law?" you called out almost in a whisper feeling your body shake as the cold mist fills the room. Looking up at the vents you notice the mist seeping out of the gaps before flowing onto the ground making it hard to see where your feet are. Pushing off the streacher you walk over to the door but before you can reach it the door slams shut, a click fills the air making your eyes widen while running to the door as the room starts to fill up with thick cold mist. Juggling the handle and trying the lock the door refuses to budge so you start trying to force it open, using your body to try and break it open but your body feels weak and tired, your trapped. "Hay... Help.. Law, Bepo, Anyone" you try yelling out but your voice hurts some words getting stuck in your throat. "Y/n?" a female voice behind you speaks up, a voice you haven't heard in a long time, a voice that shouldn't be around anymore. With a shaky breath you turn looking at the woman in a long white night gown, long curly hair and a beautiful face you miss so much, "Mum?" you ask as tears we'll up in your eyes, she smiles at your words while opening up her arms to you, beckoning you to come in for a hug. With tears falling down your cheek your legs move before you can tell them too, walking over you wrap your arms around her waist letting your head rest on her shoulder, she feels real, solid even though she should be dead, she was here standing in front of you, holding you and stroking your hair "Hay my baby. It's ok, i'm here now" her voice almost puts you in a trance as she sooths you whispers sweet things into your ear.

Bepo makes his way through the halls telling the other crew members not to go outside and to spread the word, most of them nod but there were a few who told him calm down since it was just the weather. Making it to the kitchen Bepo stops in his tracks seeing Penguin, Shachi and Law standing next to or leaning on the counter with a cup of coffee or tea in their hands "C-Captain, the mist that's rolling in, there's something wrong" Bepo gulps seeing his captain raise an eyebrow not really understanding what's so wrong with some mist "Dude clam down, its probably just a dream, you were crashed out there" Penguin laughs earning a growl from the bear "I mean it. i can sense it." He yells shaking a little hating how no one but you are taking him seriously. Sharchi goes to make a remark before some one down the hall lets out a blood curtalling scream. Putting his mug down Law rushes out the room gripping his katana as Bepo follows close behind. Penguin and Shachi stand shocked for a second before looking at each other, the two quickly put their mugs down and follow their captain out the door gripping their weapons in case they need to fight.

Turning the corner Jean Bart is trying to calm down another crew member who is pressed up against the wall pointing at something in the room in front of him "There's nothing there your ok" the big heart pirate patted the mans leg trying to clam him but the crew member continues to shake a horrified look on his face "I-its right there... can't you see it. Get it away from me" The man yells out point at the door while starting to mumble in a panic, Law looks into the room only seeing thick mist floating to the ground. Bepo runs over and slams the door shut earning a glare from Law "Bepo" The captain yells as Penguin and Shachi walk over to their crew mate on the floor seeing him start to calm down now that the door is closed. "Im sorry, Captain" Bepo bows making Law sigh and pinch his nose but it was probably a good thing that the bear closed the door "What's going on?" the captain asks looking at his crew and the man on the floor who's managed to stand up with the help of the others "I saw a man, but he wasn't a human. he just wouldn't stop saying things" Shaky the man holds onto Jean Bart, steeping closer law places his hand on the man's shoulder while looking him over glad to see there's no injuries. "What was he saying?" concerned for his crew's safety, Law wanted to know everything, a mental threat can be just as bad as a physical one "H-he said it was my fault and that - that... I should-" the crew member breaks down unable to finish his sentace as Shachi brings him in for a hug while Penguin pats his back.

Ikkaku runs down the hall finally spotting her captain and calling out to him before skidding to a stop where she starts to pant wanting to get her breath back "Some of the crew are going crazy, saying their seeing things and hurting themselves." she manges to get out while looking to her captain for advice on what to do. "Bepo, do you think this is the mist's doing?" Law turns to the bear who nods his head determination in his eyes "We need to get this stuff out of here. Submerge the ship and turn up the heat, it'll push the mist out, then activate the emergency power" With the captains orders heard Ikkaku, Jean Bart and the crew member run off to do just that while Law turns to the three in front of him "Get everyone together and into engine room, that has the least amount of vents" They nod and run off as Law goes down to the medical area hoping to get some medication for the crew that have been affected. Something to relax them or sedate them if things get out of hand should do, getting closer Law starts to hear banging and yelling just down the hall. Running to the voices Law makes it to the surgical room seeing Hakugan and Clione banging on the door and trying to break in "Don't do it, Stop Y/N" Clione yells kicking the door. Your name being called out almost makes the Captain's heart stop but he refuses to freeze, running over to the two Law stops behind them looking through the glass of the door. Your figure is obscured by the mist, but he can see the blood running down your arm and the blade in your other hand while you talk to someone who isn't there. "Room" Law's hand raises casting a light blue bubble through the door and around him while grabbing a random object "Shambles" twisting his hand activating the command he switches you with the object in his hand.

Your mother pulls away wiping your tears and cupping you face in her hands "I miss you, i'm so sorry, i wasn't there to help you" you whisper feeling guilty for not being there when she passes away "I-I shouldn't have gotten mad at you and ran off.. Please forgive me" you cry as your mother pulls her hands away from you, your body already missing the feeling of her touch. You watch as her hand reach over to a try where she picks up a scalpel "You can make it up to me" she whispers getting you to look up at her, she looks different now her once beautiful hair now matted, her skin pale and wrinkled, looking more and more like when she died, as she holds out the scalpel, you notice the puncture marks littering her arm. Your mother was a drug addict, she promised you she would quit but when she broke that promise you two had the biggest fight ever causing you to leave her. A few days later you came back to find her dead, drug overdoes and you've been feeling guilty ever since trying to do what ever you can to make up for your past mistakes. Your mother placed the cold metal scalple in your hand snapping you out of those old memories, when you don't close your hand around it she folds your fingers in for you helping you grip onto it. "I can't do this for you... you have to do this yourself" As your mother speaks you look down at the scalpel in your hand giving it a look over "You can make all of this go away. The hurt, the guilt. We can be together again" her sweet voice echo's around you as she let's you go starting to step back from you.

Placing the blade to your exposed arm you dig it in, pain overtaking your body stopping you from moving it, Voices behind you call out but your mothers voice overrides them talking you through it, giving you promises and kind words she smiles while watching you drag the blade up your arm from wrist to inner elbow. The pain was almost overwhelming but your mothers words seemed to numb the pain as she told you sweet words. "I-im scared" you let a few tears run down your face forcing, your body screaming at you to stop it managing to overpower what ever hold your mother had on you. Managing to stop yourself you let your arms go limp not wanting to continue but your body refused to drop the scalple. your mother yells at you to finish it, her voice getting louder and louder as you shake your head. "I-I can't, i dont want to" panting you manage to bring you cut arm up, your eyes widening when seeing what you've done as your mother starts screaming at you her voice becoming almost inhuman. Suddenly her voice vaneshes letting your hand finnaly drop the scalpel. The clattering sound brings you back to reality seeing your no longer in the surgical room but out in the hallway in your Captains arms. "It's ok" Laws voice hist your ears as his arm hold you close to his body, he orders the two crew members to get the medical supply's he needs as he presses his hand on your wound trying to stop some of the bleeding. Pain rush through your body again as his hand covered over some of your wound but you mange not to push him away. "I-im sorry. I d-didn't mean to" You stutter while placing your hand on your arm trying to help hold pressure, Law placing a kiss on your forehead trying to calm you down as he waits for the other to get back "I know, it's not your fault. it's ok now, iv got you" his voice was calm despite the situation which made you feel a lot better, The captain places another kiss on your head as he pulls you close and helping you feel safe and calm in his arms.

With all the crew in the engine room and the heat pushing out the mist everyone seemed back to normal, although Bepo was boiling but insisted on clinging into you for deal life. Law stitched and bandaged your arm up before checking on the rest of his crew leaving you in the safe hands of Bepo who cried out how sorry he was for leaving you alone. No matter how many times you said it wasn't his fault he still apologies causing Penguin and Shachi to get mad at the bear telling him to shut up. Law makes his way back over to you and with a simple hand on the polar bears shoulder he pulls him off you Bepo letting go since it's his Captain. Sitting next to you he takes your arm and has another look at it to make sure it's not bleeding thru the bandages. You go to apologist again only for Law to stop you "Don't... you have nothing to apologist for" his eyes meet your sending a sense of calmness over you giving him a small smile in response "What did you even see for that to happen?" Penguin asks earning a glare form Law scaring the man behind Bepo "Mum" you answer their eyes shifting to you softening as you look down at your arm. They all know about your past and why you set out to help others, but they didn't know how much it hurt you.

Smiling up at you took Laws hand and leaned in a little "Thank you. For getting me out of there" placing your forehead against Laws you were surprised when he pulled you closer giving you a hug. he normally isn't one for PDA but you took the moment hugging back pushing your head into his neck "Im sure this is the work of a devil fruit user" he speaks over your shoulder gaining the crew's attention. with his eyes covered by his hat showing his anger he holds you a little tighter "They will pay for messing with my crew" he snarls most of the crew nodding in agreement wanting to get back at who ever did this to them. Almost everyone experienced something either running in fear or hurting themselves, who ever was doing this was sick and could do it to others.

#law x reader #one piece #imagine #trafalgar d water law #one piece law #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar d law x reader

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dragons-bones · 7 months

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FFXIV Write Entry #24: Sovenance

Prompt: refraction (free write!) || Master Post || On AO3

A wiggle here, a wiggle there, and pop!

Roksana tumbled to the ground with a whee! and Amandina followed a heartbeat later, landing lightly on her feet. Roksana got to her feet, giving herself a good shake, and the pair of carbunclets looked around.

…I think we took a wrong turn at the gemology lab, Amandina whispered, ears pinning back against her head.

Roksana cheeped agreement.

Above them, singing in chorus, were the enormous aether batteries that powered all the wards and protections in the Arcanists’ Guild. The laboratories, the libraries, the classrooms, even the special holding cells for dangerous cargo. Sunk into the last of the subbasements, deep beneath the floor of Galadion Bay, only seven people in the whole of the Guild had the access necessary to even reach this level.

Mommy was one of them, and she did not bring them or their siblings with her. Ever.

The twins pressed up against one another, staring with wide eyes. The aether here was thick and cloying, the giant clusters set into the batteries so potent that the wrong gesture could probably cause a spell to cast. Roksana’s nose twitched under the assault, and she sneezed.

Amandina headbutted her, and then slowly crawled forward on her belly, ears twitching and tails lashing. I dunno how to find our way out, she whispered. It’s hard to sense directions in here. My array feels…weird.

Itchy?

Yeah.

Me, too.

Roksana wriggled her way after her sister, craning her neck back to stare at the battery. The aethersong was loud, too, which was making it hard to think. She pawed at her ear, unsettled. The aethersong didn’t sound right, either.

I think one of the water crystals is broken, she chirped.

Amandina wrinkled her nose. Ew.

Yeah.

The two stared up at the battery together for a while longer, and then Amandina shuffled away to poke her nose into the far corners. Probably trying to find a spot where they could wiggle through the wards and into voidspace and back up to Mommy’s office, despite how sleepy and confused the aether was making them; Amandina was very good at finding spots like that. Too bad the spot they had come through was too high up on the wall, close to the ceiling, for them to reach.

Roksana’s attention, however, was still held by the aether battery. Maybe the water cluster wasn’t broken, but it wasn’t right, either. She sneezed again.

She ilmed a little closer, peering up at the battery. Maybe the cluster had a crack? Maybe it hadn’t been set properly?

She sat up on her hindlegs, nose twitching and ears flicking, and carefully reached up her paw. Maybe—

The pad of her paw brushed ever so gently against the metal of the battery casing.

[THE WATER IS POISON THE WATER IS POISON AND THEY HAVE CHANGED THE WATER IS POISON AND THEY HAVE CHANGED AND THEY WILL KEEP CHANGING EVER AND ON THE WATER IS POISON AND THEY HAVE CHANGED AND THEY WILL KEEP CHANGING EVER AND ON AND— THERE IS FIRE. THE WATER IS POISON AND THE WATER IS GONE IT IS FLASH-BOILED IN AN INSTANT LEAVING THE BEDS BARED AND DEAD AND DYING AND THERE IS NO WHERE FOR THE RIVER TO GO BECAUSE THE RIVER IS GONE AND SO IS THE OCEAN THEIR SIBLING IS NO LONGER WATER. THEIR SIBLING IS LEVIN. THE WATER RETURNS AND IT ROARS FROM UPSTREAM AND FROM THE SEA AND IT RUSHES INTO THE EMPTY WITH RAGE AND GRIEF AND HORROR AND IT IS TOO LATE FOR EVERYTHING IS DEAD EXCEPT THEM THE WATER IS POISON BUT IT IS A DIFFERENT POISON THE WATER IS POISON BUT IT IS A DIFFERENT POISON AND THEY HAVE CHANGED THE WATER IS POISON BUT IT IS A DIFFERENT POISON AND THEY HAVE CHANGED AND THEY WILL KEEP CHANGING EVER AND ON—]

Roksana was wrenched back into awareness, peeping at the top of her lungs and trying to curl into a ball to hide amongst her tails and cover her eyes with her paws, but she couldn’t, because she was currently dangling from Big Sister’s mouth as Big Sister leaped from the ground of the thirteenth basement and through the hole in the wards.

[Careless! Thoughtless! Always having to know even if it means trouble! This is why you are not supposed to wander!] Big Sister was furious, her harmonic no longer the familiar windchime but a howling gale, but for all her rage, she was the eye of the storm, cold and still and relentless.

Big Sister crawled through the spaces of reality, growling low in her throat and slapping aside wards with a paw or smacking away a clinging bit of magic with her tails, forcibly shortening the path between A and B in ways that made spoken gibber uselessly. They crawled for a heartbeat. They crawled for a myriad.

Then Big Sister was stepping into realspace, into Mommy’s office, hopping down from empty air with a commanding warble. Big Brother jerked awake, rolling off the couch, and scrambled over to join them at Roksana and Amandina’s basket.

What happened? he said.

Stupid baby sisters went wandering and touched things they shouldn’t, Big Sister grumbled, her harmonic back to normal. She dropped Roksana next to Big Brother, then turned and hunkered down, wind aether gathering along her haunches. Keep an eye on her, I need to get Amandina.

She leaped, and vanished back into the space between.

Fire and water normally didn’t mix well, but Big Brother had always tolerated her squishing into him because he was warm and it felt gooood, even if grumbled. He didn’t grumble today, though, as Big Brother loafed immediately in her basket and Roksana pressed her face into his side, peeping pathetically and shaking all over. Big Brother wasn’t good at comforting, not like Biggest Brother was, but he started purring immediately.

Roksana couldn’t remember why she was so scared, but she was, and Big Brother was helping, and that was what was most important.

Big Sister re-appeared in a flash of displaced aether, Mommy’s wards rippling, with Amandina hanging docile and contrite by her scruff from Big Sister’s mouth. Big Sister stalked over, deposited Amandina next to Roksana (Amandina immediately cuddled up to her, purring her tiny, squeaky purr), and then promptly loafed on top of them both, starting up a ferocious purr like storm shutters rattling in the wind.

Roksana was starting to feel much better. Big Sister and Big Brother would always keep her safe, and their aether was almost as comforting as Mommy’s or Papa’s.

Mama is going to be upset, Big Sister said primly.

Roksana felt bad again. Please don’t tell! I’m sorry!

Baby sister, if you don’t think Mama isn’t running full speed up the tower right now, you are sorely mistaken, Big Brother drawled.

The aetheric resonance was so strong we felt it through our foci, Big Sister said. Mama wears all our foci on her wrist, she knows something happened to you, and you [will not lie, am I understood?]

Roksana whined wordlessly, but slumped beneath her siblings. Okay… Thank you for saving me, Big Sister.

No thanks necessary, you little troublemaker. Big Sister’s harmonic was at least affectionate beneath the annoyance.

…How did you find us? Amandina chittered.

I followed my nose.

That made sense. Big Sister had the bestest nose in the whole of Mealvaan’s Gate. She could sniff out anything, anywhere.

How did you voidwalk?

I’m Eldest, Big Sister said, as if that explained everything. Which it did.

That was when Mommy burst into the office, chest heaving and breath a wheeze as she stumbled over, Bigger Brother right at her heels. “What happened?” she croaked, gently pushing Big Sister aside to scoop up Roksana and Amandina.

Mommy was scared, which meant she was mad, but even when mad, Mommy cuddles were the best. Roksana promptly burrowed into Mommy’s neck to hide as Amandina crawled up to perch on the opposite shoulder.

We went wandering, Amandina said quietly. And we took a wrong turn, and we ended up in the aether battery room.

I touched it, Roksana admitted. There’s a bad water crystal in it.

“Just touching something with a crystal component out of alignment shouldn’t have caused a reaction like that, my dears,” Mommy said, gently stroking her back and tails. “Can you remember what happened?”

No. I think it was scary, though. Still kinda scared.

Aetheric resonance, Big Sister said, harmonic grim. I think one of the clusters is from the Yafaemi Estuary.

Roksana didn’t know what that meant, but Mommy did, because she said a bad word in Abanian. She didn’t feel like asking what aetheric resonance was right now. Maybe later.

Mommy was upset, and she and Amandina were definitely grounded, but Roksana was warm, and safe, and home, snuggled up with her Mommy and the comforting sound and smell of her aether. Everything would be okay, even if it meant no cake for a sennight.

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#ffxivwrite2023 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #synnove's carbuncles #oc: synnove greywolfe #dt's writing #*puts on helmet*#*crawls into a bunker*#i know how people feel about the baby 'buncles and i am preparing for a storm #THEY'RE FINE OKAY THEY JUST DID A DUMB TODDLER THING #also hey guess what synnove isn't the only one in the family with carteneau trauma! though she's the only one who can remember it! :D #*ducks back into bunker*

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weasleywinchester · 2 years

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Hot Blood (love is gunna get ya)

Cassian Andor x Curvy Female Reader

Y’all I’m so excited that space husband #2 is back on screen!!! I’ve had this dirty fic in my mind for a couple of years (???) now and I actually finally wrote then ending 😂 I’ve never written anything with sex pollen so it may work differently than someone else’s version!

Warning: Smut, sex pollen, unprotected sex, cream pie, unrequited feelings, K2 being sassy

“(Y/N), you’re with me.” Cassian finishes, looking up at you. You blink a few times at him, frowning. You normally have to stay with K2 on the ship…

“You’ll walk with me, the more eyes we have, the better.” He clarifies, a fraction of a smile appearing.

“Yes sir.” You nod. Everyone breaks from the huddle to grab their gear and get ready as K2 lands the ship a short distance outside of town.

“We’re not sure what form the drug is in, but they seem to be targeting couples. Nine people have shown up dead in the last 2 days, be careful.” Cassian announces as he jumps out of the ship.

“I thought we were the resistance, not the drug police.” One of your crew mates mutters, and a few nod in agreement. You manage to keep your eye roll to yourself, but this group should know better than to question Captain Cassian Andor’s leadership.

“Drugs are an easy way to control people. Get them hooked on something only you provide, makes them loyal for life.” You shoot back, keeping your eyes trained on your shoes as you tie them.

“Drugs have a very high success rate in administering tracking devices and keeping the mind in a sedated state for easier control.” K2 adds, giving each teammate a pointed look. You smile, gathering your things and joining Cassian outside the ship. He gives your smile a sideways glance but doesn’t comment.

“Hurry up!” He shouts at the team. They quickly scramble out of the ship and begin walking into town, each taking a separate section.

“So we really have no leads besides the dead?” You ask.

“The people who died were found hours after splitting up from their partner.”

“Thus the ‘no leaving each other alone’ rule and why you took a partner this time.” You muse aloud. Cassian turns to say something but a local vendor catches your eye.

“I’m going to go talk to him. I’ll be right back.” You gently squeeze Cassian’s arm as you walk to the booth.

“Can I interest you in anything young lady?” The man asks, his eyes wandering over your body.

“How about a fun time?” You ask in your sweetest voice, batting your eyelashes.

“What is a pretty young thing, like yourself, looking for?”

“Oh, a little of this and a little of that.” You bite your lip, “I’ve heard of something new floating around, something that gets the blood pumping.” You lean across the counter, the man's face becoming a little less playful.

“Everyone always thinks I’m too young, but trust me when I say I can play with the big boys.”

The man sighs, briefly looking over your shoulder and then focusing back on you.

“I’ll take care of you, sweet cheeks.” He winks, standing up tall.

“And how will I know?” You push, keeping your tone light.

“Trust me, you’ll know.” He smirks and walks to the back of his booth. You frown and turn to scan the crowd for Cassian. He catches your eye, flicking his from you to the lamppost on the corner of the street and walks towards it.

“Anything?” He whispers as you pass him. You wait for him to match your pace before you start talking.

“When I asked the man about a good time, he knew what I was after and said he would get it for me. However, he didn’t hand me anything or tell me to go anywhere.” You answer, putting your hood up to keep the chill of the air away.

“We should find the others, maybe they found something.” He picks up his pace, leading you down one of the allies.

“Ok sounds-“ you sneeze, your nose suddenly feeling like you just walked through a wall of pollen in the middle of spring.

“Salud,” Cassian says over his shoulder.

You take a deep breath in, sneezing once more. And then again, your eyes start to water so much that you stop walking.

Cassian turns when he doesn’t hear you stomping behind him, seeing you trying to wipe your eyes with your gloves.

“Are you ok?” He comes to look you over, his voice laced with… concern?

“Ya, apparently I am allergic to this planet.” You laugh, finally able to breathe. “We should see if anyone else has had luck.”

Cassian nods, not quite convinced you're ok and lightly pulls you forward by the elbow back into the crowd. Your breath hitches at his touch, even through your coat a tingling sensation erupts like a warm glow. You close your eyes, wanting to just bask in the warmth. The sensation is gone as fast as it appeared, and when you open your eyes you realise he’s let go of you.

“Anything?” Cassian asks. Each pair shares their findings with the Captain, and you’re trying to focus on what they’re saying, but it seems to be getting a little warmer every time someone bumps you into Cassian.

“(Y/N) and I will take the small hotel on the west side of town. That should leave us spaced enough to cover the town. Meet back here tomorrow at 8.” Cassian finishes, letting everyone get to their posts for the night. “Ready?” He turns to you. You’re standing a bit too close to him and the sleeve of his jacket brushes against yours. You feel heat shoot straight between your thighs, you swallow hard. Hormones must be out of whack, Cassian could reduce you to a puddle with one look, but maker, this is ridiculous!

“(Y/N)?” K2 tilts his head at you.

“Sorry, ya let’s go. I need a shower.” You sigh.

The walk isn't very far, but your mind is set on replaying every fantasy you’ve ever had about Cassian, and you need relief from it now.

Cassian unlocks the door and you bolt into the bathroom.

“She must have really had to poop.” K2 comments.

“K, why don’t you keep watch outside.” Cassian commands, annoyance clear in his voice.

You rip your clothes off and turn the shower on. You can’t even make it in before reaching between your thighs and making quick circles around your clit. You convulse with an orgasm so quickly you’re knocked to your knees.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Cassian asks through the door.

“Fine! Just banged my knee.” You sigh in relief and the ache between your thighs dulls. You wait until you hear him walk away from the door before stepping into the shower.

Which was a mistake.

The moment the water hits your body you moan at the sheer pleasure of something touching you. Your heart starts racing and the impulse to touch yourself is back. You rub out a second orgasm, relieving yourself long enough to get out and dry off.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” You whisper, quickly laying down on the bed. Cassian hums in acknowledgement as you try to get comfortable. He’s pouring over the latest mission reports, the glow from the data pad illuminating his frown. He’s taken most of his layers off, leaving him in his Henley and cargo pants. It’s the least amount of layers you’ve seen him in… well, except the few times you’ve seen the toned stomach that hides under his shirt because, you know, someone has to give him stitches…

Then you feel it, the slow wave of heat that starts at your core and spreads through your body. And it’s much stronger, your hand automatically reaching in between your thighs. You screw your eyes shut and lean against the headboard.

He’s in the fucking room (Y/N) get a grip!

He says something out loud, but the blood rushing through your ears drowns him out and your eyes screw shut even tighter as your fingers practically burn to give you any sort of relief.

“(Y/N)?”

His voice sounds like it’s underwater, but it’s closer than before. You feel something touch your hand and it feels like heaven. You gasp for air, your shoulders relaxing as your body shudders with the smallest amount of relief. You open your eyes to see Cassian's hand on top of your own.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, trying to catch your gaze. You want to tell him nothing, your body is just overreacting. You’re having a normal allergic reaction to whatever you walked through earlier… But when he moves his hand away an inferno rips through your veins and you double over.

“What’s wrong? What do you need?” He asks, a little sliver of panic apparent in his voice.

“Cassian, something’s,” you gasp as his hands grip your shoulders, “something’s wrong.”

“What? Where does it hurt?” He gently pulls you toward him, his scent filling your nose and making you dizzy.

“Everywhere…” you move to straddle his lap, a small fraction of relief coming as his hands grip the back of your knees to keep you from sliding to the floor.

“I can’t… explain… I need you.” You pant into his neck, your hips rolling into his.

His eyes flutter shut as he feels your wetness soak through his pants. His hands lightly slide along your bare thighs, gently guiding you to grind into him. Your forehead comes to rest against his, your lips teasing as they come closer to his but never touch.

She’s not in control. He repremands himself, pushing you to sit up and create a little space between you.

“(Y/N), hey, we need to figure out what’s wrong.” He begrudgingly pushes you off his lap, laying you on the bed.

“Everything burns… but you.” You grit through your teeth as you try and pull yourself together. You dig your heels into the bed, using every fiber of your being to keep your hands away from your throbbing clit.

He takes a shaky breath in, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain, and you wouldn’t lie, not about this. He gently caresses your outer thigh, your face instantly relaxing and your hands unclenching. After a minute he pulls away and within seconds you're back to squirming.

“Cassian, please.” You beg, your nails gripping the sides of your shirt as you try and self contain whatever the fuck is happening to your body. Everything feels like too much and not enough. Your clothes become irritating, it’s not his touch and it needs to stop. You stand, ripping them off, hoping the cool air would any kind of relief.

Cassian knows he should avert his eyes, that this was not his opportunity to gaze upon the valley of your breasts as your nipples harden from the cold; or to lust after your cunt, dripping with all your juices or to revel in the sound of his name falling from your lips. No, not the time. But his touch has been the only thing to bring you any relief…

“Cass…” you grunt, hands gripping at the sheets so tight you might tear a hole in them. He pulls you up, helping you back into his lap, his hands gently rubbing any patch of skin he can reach. You sigh, leaning into his shoulder as the fire slows down to a dull ache.

“Run me through the events of your day mi amor.” He whispers, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.

“You were there.” You let out a breathy laugh against his chest, fingers lightly scraping at the front of his stupid shirt that is blocking your greedy fingers from his skin.

“I…” how could he be so stupid? How could he not notice something happened.

The burn has calmed enough that your mind registers that Cassian has gone silent, which means he’s too far in his own head.

“Off the ship, talked to man that… that said I would find what I wanted.” You double over, the heat rushing once again through your body in an all encompassing wave.

Cassian runs his hands everywhere he can, but it no longer satisfies what you need. She needs more. He gently places a kiss on your neck, a moan escaping from somewhere deep in your chest that makes both of you relax a fraction.

“Amor…” he tries to look at your face, your silence unnerving.

“We met back with the group… allergic to something in the air… brushed against you, that’s when the heat started…” you thread your fingers into his hair as he gently sucks the column of your neck.

He wishes this was real, that your need for him wasn't tangled in whatever this drug was. He should have kissed you long before this. Long before this suffering, long before this mission...

“Something in the air…” he pulls back to look at you. Your pupils are blown, your body coated in a sheen of sweat even though the room is cold.

“Touch… not enough…” you stammer, leaning your forehead against his.

“Amor, we need to-.”

“Captain Cassian Andor, I need you to fuck me in every conceivable way.” You growl, roughly putting your open mouth against his. You lose yourself in the way his tongue instinctively thrusts into your mouth, the way his hands dig into your hips to push you flush against him, and oh maker the vibration of his moan mixed with yours…

He lays you on your back, slotting his hips in between yours, his growing bulge putting the perfect amount of pressure against your clit. His mouth finds yours again, tongue eagerly exploring. You manage to remember you have hands attached to your arms and yank his shirt up his body. His lips briefly unlock from yours, reattaching to your neck as your hands scrap along his back. He never thought pain could feel so fucking good and that he would wish for more.

Focus, have to focus. He unseals his mouth from your skin, remembering that you’ve been drugged. He tries to untangle himself, but your body only wants more and, frankly, he doesn’t want to stop. He has to get his mouth away from yours, he has to be able to shout for K… He pushes your thighs apart, making room for him to shift down your body.

“K!” He shouts in between kisses until the droid breaks his way in.

“Oh my…” K2 averts his gaze; he has seen many things but you sprawled naked with Cassian in between your thighs was not one he ever wanted to see.

“K, blood sample, she’s been hit with the drug.” Cassian says. K2 nods and leaves to gather the items needed.

Cassian turns back to you, the sight of your dripping cunt making his dick twitch. You smell so enticing that he licks a stripe from your opening to your clit, eliciting a satisfied yes from you. Maker, you taste better than he could have ever dreamed and he gets to have it all.

“Cassian, I’m not going in there until you say so!” K shouts from the door. Cassian growls into your cunt as you pulse around nothing, not happy that he has to stop when he would much rather go until you beg him to stop. He licks through you one last time, a satisfied grin stretching across his at the sight of you blissed out on the bed.

“Ready?” K2 shouts, annoyed that this is taking so long.

Cassian is about to call him in when your hands grip the sheets and your brow furrows again.

“Cassian, it’s coming back.” You whimper, sitting up and trying to gain any control over your body.

“Amor, K is going to get a blood sample, are you able to do that?” He leans down, tilting your chin so he can see you.

“I need you.” You state, hoping he understands what you mean. He gives you a small nod, shucking off his pants and sitting next to you. You can’t help but stare at his hard cock, it’s thick and leaking and if it were any other day you would have no problem returning the favor. But the heat ramps back up and Cassian guides you to straddle his lap.

“You sure?” He whispers.

“Yes.” You raise your hips so he can line himself up with your entrance. You gently lower yourself down, both of you screwing your eyes shut.

“K! Hurry before we can’t stop!” Cassian half-heartedly shouts. K quickly stomps into the room, jabbing you with a needle. You look up at him and mouth I’m sorry.

And you are sorry.

You’re sorry for being the one who got infected.

You’re sorry that Cassian has to go through this.

You’re sorry that K2 has to have this store in his hard drive forever.

“Gone.” you whisper when the door clicks shut. Now it’s Cassian’s turn for his mind to go blank as you rock against him, your cunt gripping him so perfectly. He rolls the two of you over, putting his mouth to yours as he sets a grueling pace. He feels you quickly pulse around him, his hips stilling at the sensation. He can feel your body start to cool off, and starts again, bringing your knees close to your chest for a different angle.

He fucks you through this orgasm, your grip in his hair loosening has he takes you higher once again. His thrusts get sloppy as you bring his mouth to yours, your tongue toying with his as you scrape your stubby nails along his back. And he loses it, letting himself spill inside you as you both slow down.

“How are you feeling?” Cassian whispers, his lips gently ghosting over your skin.

“Better. Blood doesn’t feel hot anymore.” You sigh. You turn your face toward his, catching his gaze. You gently put your mouth back to his, savoring the taste of him.

“Should have kissed you long before this.” He murmurs, hand gently brushing you hair out of your face.

“What do you mean?” You whisper back.

“Rebellions are built on hope, but I could never let myself hope for love. For you. I love you (Y/N).”

“I love you too Cassian.”

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