#syringes to flush them out in time

[kebriones]

UH OH MY SINUSES

[frecklenog]

i want you all to understand this.

insulin pens are very often used by diabetic children (or their parents, but they were very easy to use during the short time i was prescribed them when i was a child myself). they’re less cumbersome, produce less waste, and are far easier than pulling insulin from a vial with a single use syringe, as syringes are much more susceptible to air bubbles, which result in the diabetic not getting enough medication. i’m explaining this part because i know that some diabetic adults do also use them, and i’m sure that that’s true of diabetic adults in palestine with such scarce resources. when it’s life or death, you can’t really be picky.

the israeli occupation is now banning insulin pens from entering gaza.

lack of insulin results in diabetic ketoacidosis — essentially a very, very dangerous version of the effects of the keto diet. insulin is a key for the sugar from one’s food (both slow and fast acting, since all food has some carbohydrates, from nuts to potatoes to table sugar) to get from their bloodstream into their cells. without insulin, the body resorts to eating through its own fat stores rather than the sugar it cannot access and tries to flush the excess glucose that is in the blood through the urine. this results in weight loss, headaches, nausea, dehydration, blurred vision, abdominal pain, impaired mental faculties, and, if left untreated, will result in a coma, and eventually death within a matter of weeks. not “can.” it will kill you if not treated, and was largely considered a lethal diagnosis until insulin was discovered in the early 1900s and made readily available in 1922.

i’ve been in dka. admittedly, i was very young and have blocked much of it out. but i do remember that it fucking sucked. i couldn’t focus on anything, i was ravenous no matter how much i ate, and the room spinning to the point i felt like i was going to throw up became an increasingly regular occurrence. i was seven years old and wasting away like i was starved. i was dying. a few more days, and i likely would’ve gone into a coma and might not be here now.

to inflict that, willingly and knowingly, on innocent people, is nothing short of a crime against humanity, and violates the geneva conventions (item 2.a.ii. torture or inhumane treatment, including biological experiments and item 2.a.iii. willfully causing great suffering or serious injury to body or health). not that the israeli occupation cares, of course, as south african prosecutors have already extensively detailed their crimes in the icj, and this one in particular has already been committed near-countless times.

this entire occupation is a genocide, and this is only one more nail in that coffin. but, as a diabetic — as a human being who has been in that state and was lucky enough to have the resources to live almost another fifteen years (with the anniversary of my own diagnosis about halfway through next month), i can’t find the words to express my disgust and rage anymore. maybe it’s selfish to be so deeply impacted by this particular blow. i don’t know. but these people have done nothing wrong but be disabled in gaza, and as someone with the same disability, i know that no one deserves this, even if they have committed a crime (which, again, these civilians, largely children, have not). i will not fucking stand for it.

we need a ceasefire. we need an end to the occupation. we need a free palestine. now.

here’s a masterpost of how you can help.

EDIT: here’s a post on how to help diabetics in gaza specifically

[rainrot4me]

Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 11

X-Virus x Female Reader - Mutual Masterbation/Voyeurism

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Mutual masterbation, accidental voyeurism, stealing, vaginal fingering, jerking off, squirting, teasing, pussy stuffing

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

Words: 2.5k

“Well, don’t stop now. It was just gettin’ good.”

Cody’s job was to examine, to watch.

Trial and error of different concoctions of viruses, syringes and needles always being injected into something for him to study, to watch. It was the only thing he felt efficient at. Behind his hazy goggles, was a whirlwind of onlooking eyes, gathering every detail to jot down or improve upon.

So evidently, it didn’t take long for him to notice his shirts going missing. Worn clothes tossed onto his floor haphazardly, just to disappear the next day, completely gone. To anyone else, they never would have noticed, but Cody did. He always did.

He also noticed when you passed him in the mansion’s hallway how your eyes would hold onto the floorboards, never daring to meet his. Or, the uncomfortable way you tried to leave every room he walked into, Toby teasing him about being ‘too weird to hang out with’. But he knew.

Cody was always busy, swallowed by the work in his lab, you probably thought he’d never have time to assume it was you. But standing in your doorway, arms crossed and tired eyes glaring, you were proven very wrong.

“Cody- I-”

“Oh no, please. Don’t let me interrupt. You’ve nearly taken half of my laundry,” Your face was so red, breathing unevenly as you held your bed sheets up, hiding that glorious view he had walked in on. “-Just wanted to see what you planned to do with it.”

The image flashed in his mind as you tried to come up with some smart answer. He could still see your soaked fingers nestled into your pouty cunt, the palm of your hand bumping your clit as he opened your door unexpectedly. You were quick to hide yourself, but he could still see his shirt hanging loosely on your shoulders, the fabric a little too big for you.

“I- I don’t know what to say…” You’re flushed, refusing to look at him directly and settling your gaze at the end of the bed, heart practically thudding out of your chest. “I-I’m sorry?”

“Mhm. Well, get on with it then. I’ve got work to get back to.” Cody stood unmoving, reaching to shut your door and pop the little lock closed, crossing his arms back. You were speechless, glancing at him but then quickly away, tugging the sheets up further. “What…?”

“It’s my shirt, most of them, actually. I feel like I deserve to see what all the hassle is about.” Maybe he was being stingy, but he just really wanted to see that pretty sight again. Was it his ego getting to him? Or just the sheer fact that you were getting off to him? He couldn’t act like he was interested, the tired demeanor he usually put on faltering slightly when he saw your legs shift under your sheets. “So get on with it.”

He was ready to be told no, to be yelled at and told to leave, and he would’ve- if you didn’t start sitting up… and moving the covers down.

You refused to look at him, cheeks so dark you could’ve been mistaken for having a heat flash, but Cody couldn’t peel his eyes away. You sat back, splayed out in the mess of pillows and sheets that you were nudging out of the way, spreading your legs and- 

Oh.

The sight was even better now that you were showing it off to him, bed sheets ruffled around your ankles as you spread your thighs. Your soaked panties were pulled to the side, lying snugly against your puffy cunt that was nearly smeared with your arousal, practically dripping. You closed your eyes, the brunette’s t-shirt hanging off your shoulder as you tried to keep your composure.

Cody was stunned, body rigid as sparks went off in his brain, trying to come up with some sly remark or funny comeback, but his tongue felt so heavy in his mouth. The brunette was supposed to be smart, supposed to know exactly what to do at all times, but right now, watching your fingers tremble as they gripped onto his shirt… He didn’t know what to say.

“Happy?” You huffed, shutting your legs quickly and tugging the covers back up, breathing ragged as you tried to will the man away. It snapped Cody back, tearing his eyes away from your center and back to your face, embarrassment etched on every feature. He didn’t want to admit it, but he needed to see it again, he had to.

“Again.” The word was stale, barely a mumble.

“What?”

“Again, let me see.” He spoke up a little, causing you to finally catch his gaze. His fingers were digging into his arm, shifting on his weight anxiously as he dared to move forward, to rip the covers off himself. You were stunned, heart thumping so loud you were afraid he could hear it. “C’mon, woman.”

You fidget under his gaze, so self-conscious of every inch he could see as you began to push the fabric back down, riled by Cody’s sudden show of interest. Confusion whirls in your mind almost as much as the throbbing in your cunt, knees weakening as you spread your thighs, feeling the gush of your wet pussy meeting the cool air of your bedroom.

This time, Cody doesn’t wait to just see it, he’s moving in closer. You jerk, flinching as his knees press on the edge of your bed, dipping the weight while you clasp your legs back, trying to hide yourself.

“Oh, nuh-uh, don’t get all fuckin’ teasy now.” Cody lets his demeanor abandon, trying to play hard thrown out the window now that you’ve given him what he wants. He feels like he can’t stop, like every wire in his body is snapping towards you.

He had seen pussy before plenty of times in porn, his old laptop giving him a good enough show to get off- but now that you were laid out in front of him, cunt so pretty and wet because of him.

Porn would never be enough, now.

He’s pushing your legs apart, thighs so warm under his cold fingers when you give little resistance. Strings of slick trail down your thighs as Cody hooks his fingers into your damp panties, giving little incentive if you wanted him to; you had stolen his clothes and were fingering yourself to the thought of him- he could do whatever he wanted, now. His eyes stay locked hungrily on the sticky fabric being tugged down by his fingers, your legs moving easily as he slipped them off. “I’ll be taking these.” He shoves the soaked fabric into his jeans pocket, smirking with a vengeance as you whine.

“Guess this is what you wanted, huh? You’ll have to forgive me, but wearing my clothes basically means you’re liable, so let me have my compensation, alright?” He’s gripping at your skin, labored breaths from your parted lips as you nod, heart fluttering when he slots himself between your parted legs. His fingers dance on your thigh, feathery touches too light for any sort of friction, but just enough to set your skin ablaze.

“M’sorry, Cody- really… I jus-” He’s shushing you, shaking his head as he watches buds of arousal pool at your entrance, cunt fluttering from being untouched. “Aw, I did interrupt your little session, didn’t I? Guess you should get back to that, right?” Snagging your wrist, he brings your hand back down to your folds, expectant eyes when you don’t immediately start. “Wait-”

“What? Did you forget? I can show you.” Gripping your fingers tight, he holds the two middle ones, hauling the digits lower until the pads of your fingers press against your entrance. He helps you push them in, grabbing your wrist and slowly hauling them in and out, fucking you with your own fingers. You couldn’t deny the rush it gave you, the strange way your gut fluttered as Cody just stared in amazement, watching them disappear into the swell of your cunt. 

“Holy hell…” The way you clenched, stomach and thighs tensing every time he pushed your fingers in, it was mouth-watering to see. He wasn’t sure how he had gone this long letting you get away with it, stealing his clothes and hiding away to do this- he cursed himself for not barging into your room sooner. 

“Ah- Cody-”

“Is this it? Needed to wear my clothes just to feel like it was my fingers fucking you? You coulda just asked for them, no need to hide.”

You whined, taking the initiative to curl your fingers, pushing against the gush of your warmth and making yourself moan. “Well, maybe don’t barge in on people and I woulda… eventually- Ahn-”

“Maybe don’t be such a thief.” Watching wasn’t good enough now. Leaving your fingers sunk deep and soaked, he probed two of his underneath them, pushing into that tight ring. You gasped out, legs clenching but Cody held them open, nudging his digits inside along with yours. 

The stretch was incredible, waves of arousal shooting up your spine with every inch he sunk them in, your cunt fluttering around the swell. In your lust-hazed mind, you find the words to respond to him, “You s-seem to- hah- not mind so much. ”

“Of course not.” He eyes up at you, your heavy gaze something to be admired when you roll your hips up, huffing when his knuckles pop inside of your heat. His fingers slide in, curling in unison to search for that spot inside you that Cody knew would have your sweet moans singing louder. “It’s fuckin’ hot.”

As he kneels between your open legs, slowly curling and pressing your fingers inside of your cunt, you spot the very obvious outline of his cock straining against his jeans looking painfully hard. Thank you, God, for this man. You stole his shirts out of want, his smell still thick on the fabric that it made you so nauseously horny, imagining it was him touching you all over. You hoped he wouldn’t notice or wouldn’t care because nowadays it was the only way you could get off- but thank God he did.

Cody halted his fingers when you began to pull yours out, quiet groans when the empty space was filled back with his thicker, longer fingers pushing their way in deeper to accommodate. “Let me…”

Reaching out the unsteady hand, still glistening with your slick, Cody watches you reach for his belt, gripping the leather and tugging desperately. He begins to finger you slowly, spreading his fingers to stretch you gently, feeling his knuckles slip in and out of that ring. “Fuck…” Reaching out both hands, your face feels so hot, riddled with arousal as you unzip his jeans. He adjusts his hips, sitting up a little so you can tug down his boxers- until he snaps his wrist. 

“Such a pretty pussy. All f’me.” He spreads your lips teasingly as he grinds the palm of his hand against your clit like you did, your cunt clenching around his digits like you couldn’t get enough. You palmed at his clothed cock, your wet fingers staining his boxers as he rutted his hips against your hand, focusing on that lewd squelch sounding from your folds. 

“Co-” You whine as fingertips come out to circle your sloppy entrance before pushing right back in, thick digits nudging against that sweet spot nestled right at the swell of your cunt, right where the pads of his fingers were buried. Through hazy eyes and weak limbs, a gasp leaves you involuntarily as you tug down Cody’s boxers just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free, wrapping a fist around the base. With a groan, he leans into your hold on his length, pulsing and achingly hard for you. “Fuck, woman.”

His arm strains as he pumps his fingers, your pussy soaked and dripping every time he drags the digits out just to shove them back in again. “Ah! Hngh- Cody, oh my god. Yeah- ngh-” You moan as he starts grinding his palm across your throbbing clit, mindless little movements that have you panting. Pushing and pushing, you wondered if he even realized what he was doing, realized that you were gushing onto your sheets below.

Arm straining now, a shiver runs down his spine- all the way to his throbbing erection held so tightly in your hand. “Shit.” He huffs, “You’re gonna drive me crazy if you don’t start movin' that hand, girl.”

Caught up in the overwhelming curl of his fingers, you begin to slowly pump his cock, wet fingers gliding up and down the length. You stop at the head, rubbing your thumb across the divot on his tip and watching as his lips part just a little, a deep breath being sucked in. “Yeah-”

Maybe it was the view, or how pent up he was, but it didn’t take another stroke before Cody could feel his heavy balls tighten, throbbing in your grasp. He had to make you cum, needed to before he blew his load too soon. Your hand pulls in urgent, jerky little moves that have his hips bucking into your fist haphazardly.

Now, Cody was fucking you like he had a point to prove, snapping his wrist as he brought his free hand off of your thigh, swiping the digits across your clit while he soaked the others to the knuckle. A startled, strangled moan of his name leaves your lips, the loud sounds of your cunt echoing as you fisted his cock the best you could, fingering the precum that dribbled down the length. “Cody-” You squeal, heat heavy on your cheeks as he only gets sloppier. “I-I’m gonna-”

Cody can barely believe it, rubbing deep, languid strokes across your clit as he fucks your cunt, your hips writhing to meet in time with his coated fingers, palm practically full with your arousal. “C’mon, c’mon then- Yeah, yeah- Cum already, woman-”

“Ngh- m’cumming m’cumming oh-” Your orgasm crashes through you so violently and hard that you see flashes of white behind your eyes. You cry out, trembling as your sloppy pussy squirts all over Cody, covering him in all your sweet juices till his hands are glistening with your slick, dripping down his arms and absolutely soaking the sheets below. It’s so warm, the man moaning along with you as your sweet fingers rub him so right.

And oh how he was entranced. The brunette barely registers his own orgasm, hips faltering as he pumps thick, hot ropes of seed into your hand and on the insides of your thighs, eyes rolling slightly. 

You’re both disheveled, his shirt riding up your stomach as he slowly tugs his fingers from your swelled cunt, your whines something he thought he’d only hear in porn. “Fuck.”

He’d let you keep that shirt. Hell, he’d give you every damn item of clothing he owned if it meant he could do this again.

Cody was known for watching, for examining, and he’d happily watch you fall apart like that over and over and over again.

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[lucyrose191]

Could you do one for Toto Wolff with wife reader where he had the day off and he and your son, Jack had the 'man flu'? So the reader has to take care of them and they sort of clinging and don't want to be apart from her? Just fluff and comfort. Thanks!!

CLINGY BOYS| T.WOLFF

Pairing; Clingy!Sick!Toto Wolff x Wife!reader

Summary; It’s both yours and Toto’s day off but both your boys are sick and wanting your attention.

Warnings; none, fluff. This one’s a bit shorter.

F1 Master List

It wasn’t often both you and Toto got days off work together, it wasn’t often Toto got days off in general but when he did it never really lined up with your schedule either so free days together could be hard to come by.

You both had taken this day off ages ago, it was important for you both to spend time together as a family and you had made plans for the entire day, filled with fun activities.

You woke up with Toto’s body pried against your back, his body half on top of yours and an overwhelming heat radiating from him causing your skin to feel like it was being roasted.

Picking your head up from where it had been slumped into the pillow, you dragged yourself out from underneath your husband and rolled yourself so that you were facing him. Cheeks and nose flushed, a thin layer of perspiration on his forehead and rattled breathing, Toto was most definitely sick.

Pressing the back of your hand against his forehead, you grimaced at the amount of heat that he was radiating and pulled the sheets from his body causing his eyes to snap open from the harsh cold, he groaned and curled in on himself, reaching out a hand blindly to try and pull them back over his body.

"Schatz, it’s cold," he grumbled, already half falling back to sleep.

"You’re burning up," you told him, brushing his hair back from his forehead causing him to sigh in relief from the coolness of your hand and lean into it, a complete contradiction to his earlier complaints which he didn’t seem to take notice of. "I’ll get you some medicine."

You ignored his complaints as you removed your hand from his forehead and got up from the bed. "I’ll be back in a moment."

You decided to check on Jack on your way downstairs but found yourself frozen as you came across a sight so similar to the one you saw just a minute ago.

Just like his father, his face was flushed, slightly more so than Toto’s, his breathing was rattled and his skin had a sickly shine. The poor boy was shivering underneath his sheets but the moment his eyes fluttered open and saw you they welled up with tears and he shoved the covers from his body.

"Mama," he called for you weakly, holding both arms up for you to pick him up which you didn’t hesitate to do so. You brought him to your chest and wrapped your arms tightly around him, you felt the heat radiating from his face as he buried his head into your neck and held on tightly.

"Both my boys are sick, huh," you muttered to yourself, rubbing your hand over Jack’s head as you made your way downstairs.

He refused to let go of you whilst you prepared medicine and cold drinks for both him and Toto, finding comfort in the touch of his mother, so you did everything one handed as you held him against you.

"Let’s go see Papa," you carried Jack in one arm and a tray with all the necessities in the other, walking slowly so you didn’t spill anything.

Toto had pulled the covers back over his body and nestled his face into your pillow whilst you were gone and allowed himself to go back to sleep, you coerced Jack into lying down on the other side of the bed so you could give both him and Toto their medicine.

"Toto," you smoothed your hand over his face to try and ease him out of his sleep. It didn’t take long for his eyes to open but he didn’t look too impressed and you had to bite back a smile. "You need to take some medicine, darling."

He pulled himself up to rest against the headboard, giving you a ‘really?’ look when you handed him a syringe of flu medicine but took it anyways with a slight grimace. You held out a glass of cold orange juice for him to drink as well, knowing he wouldn’t be in the mood to eat but he needed the calories.

Jack took a little bit more effort to persuade into taking his medicine but he eventually took it after crawling into your lap and resting his body completely against yours. "Do you want to stay here with Papa and watch a movie whilst I go and make you both some soup?"

Jack shook his head, holding onto you tighter.

"Do you want me to stay?" You asked, smiling as he nodded.

You stood up with Jack and climbed into bed on Toto’s side as he was still resting on yours, pulling the cover over the both of you.

It didn’t take long for Toto to shift and nuzzle into your other side, you held back a laugh as both boys sighed in unison as your wrapped your arms around them and rubbed their backs.

You put on a film to watch as the three of you lay there in a comfortable silence, Jack fell asleep quickly but Toto spent a lot of time staring mindlessly at the tv, not actually paying any attention to it, just staring blankly.

He eventually did give into his exhaustion though and allowed his eyes to flutter shut to the comforting touch of your fingers running up and down his spine.

You stayed there for a short while until you were confident they were deeply asleep before slowly and gently trying to escape from their grips.

It had been about an hour and you were deep into the process of making the pair of them some food for when they woke up when you were disrupted by the sound of disgruntled footsteps heading your way.

Toto walked into the kitchen with an unimpressed, still half asleep look on his face, his hair was sticking up in every possible direction. "Are you feeling better?" You asked him, turning back to chopping a range of vegetables.

You only received a grunt in response as he walked up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You should probably have something to drink."

He made no indication that he had heard your words, Toto kept himself latched onto your body and didn’t seem at all inclined to let go any time soon.

You tapped his arms for him to let go but instead he tightened his hold on you and turned his head into your neck. "Toto, I need you to let go so I can finish this."

"You don’t," he muttered.

You looked dumbfounded at the cabinets in front of you. "Yes, I do."

You didn’t get a response and you sighed and turned to walk towards the fridge, you expected his arms to drop to allow you freedom but instead he walked with you with his arms still securing you to him. "Are you being serious, right now?"

"Mhm," he hummed in response and you muttered under your breath.

You filled a glass up with cold water and handed it to him. "Drink this."

He did as he was told and you tried to take your chance to separate yourself but he grabbed onto your hand and pulled you back into his chest. "Toto, come on. In seriously need to get this done."

"You can," he shrugged innocently.

"Go and lay down on the sofa, I’ll be in shortly," you promised.

"I’ll wait with you then."

You looked at him unimpressed but it was hard to stay mad when he looked so sick and vulnerable.

"Mama!" You heard Jack’s croaky voice call from upstairs causing you to sigh and pull yourself away from Toto who actually let you this time.

Jack was waiting for you at the top of the stairs with a blanket and his arms held out for you, you picked him up and made your way back down.

You stopped in disbelief as you stepped into the kitchen and saw that Toto had turned the hob off. "What have you done?"

"We can eat later, lay down with me," Toto looked at you hopefully and you wanted to argue but didn’t. It didn’t seem like Jack was willing to let you go either with how tight his arms were wrapped around your neck.

You settled into the corner of the sofa and it the pair of them didn’t waste a moment before snuggling into you and getting comfortable just as they did earlier.

They were both extremely clingy boys when they were sick but it filled you with love how the pair of them seemed to only want your presence and to soak up up your touch.

You suppose if it made them feel the slightest bit better then it was worth the fact that their higher body temperatures combined were making you overheat.

As for your plans, they’d have to be arranged for another day.

[tra1nchi]

Bottom!mreader who's sick!! :(( but then his boyfriend comes and helps him <33 when reader has to drink some yucky medicine and makes just the cutest face with tears threatening to fall, bf gets a lil too hard <33

Do this if u want, no stress I just rlly like the trope :)))

MINORS DNI!! Bttm male reader,,Crying,,Bj,,Dubc0n(? Reader is delusional/feverish)

He was trying to be nice!! He really was!! Taking care of his vulnerable boyfriend was a must for him,, But it isn't his fault how cute you are,,how your adorable, dazed, little eyes look up at him,,so kitten like,,

You'd cling onto him,,using him as a comfort toy and he couldn't help himself but get hard by it,,you were just rubbing up against his lap in the right ways,,it wasn't his fault,,

It was probably his favourite time while you were sick,,the time to take your medicine,,he was sat infront of you,,gently cooing as he brushed your sweaty hair out of your face,, "It's alright sweetheart, you're doing so well."

You leant into his touch and he could feel himself almsot explode!! Moving the syringe to your mouth to gently squirt the medicine in,,turning to pick up a cloth to wipe any that may have fallen down only to turn to seeing you making such a lewd face,,

Your eyes were squeezed shut,,tears pricking at the corner of them,,your face flushed and sweaty and the medicine just had to be white,,His eyes widened at how lewd it was,,he had to be your caretaker!! Not imagining that you were making that face because he came on your face :(

Biting his lip as he stood up ,feeling his erection growing obvious in his jeans,,he sighed about to turn to finish himself off in the bathroom,, he'd rather not exert your body more then he already has

That was until he felt your hand on his shirt,,facing you with a worried expression only to see you had your own problem in your pajamas "oh baby..we can't do that.." He mutters but his hands were already unzipping his zip!!

Groaning as he felt your lips wrap around his tip,,his didnt care if it would hurt your throat even more as he grinds his hips against your face,, forcing you to take him even deeper!! Your eyes were the cutest flushed with tears!!

He's sure his cum would soothe it anyway,,he's already close from how your tongue swirls so eagerly around his cock!! "Good boy..that's it.." He groans out,,gripping down tightly into your damp hair,,riding out his orgasm with his mouth!!

[weskie]

Forgiveness (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

2.9k words | giving wesker his first injection, minor hurt/comfort, pining, mutual pining, fluff, part of the lover, leader, liar series | Fic Directory

'With Love - Albert Wesker'

The side effects of his newfound abilities come in waves.

For a time, Wesker was… himself, really.  Something in him had changed after the mansion.  Your former Captain was certainly still the stoic man you’d worked for.  The same one that wriggled his way into your heart in all those special ways. He was just a little more angry now.  Some days were worse than others, but god help you if he dwelled too long on Chris’s disruption of his plans.  It seemed like a lifetime ago…

But now you get to watch him seemingly deteriorate.  “Unstable,” he’d told you.  Whatever it was that granted him superhuman abilities wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be.  It comes in waves.  First he’s simply irritable, lashing out at you and others for even the smallest of perceived slights.  Sweat would bead at his brow, trickling over the bump of a vein in his temple.  Those red, cat-like eyes you’d come to find less uncanny would grow brighter too, as if his fury were fueled by hot coals that lit them just as easily.

Next he’s sluggish– weak, even.  He reminds you of someone stricken with the flu with the way he sweats and tosses and turns uncomfortably in his bed.  Only once has he ever let it slip that his body aches terribly during such times.  You do what you can for him in those moments, patting cool cloths to his brow, fetching medicine to relieve his fevers, bringing him meals that he typically turns away, and even drawing blood samples to be analyzed later… It’s difficult to watch him suffer, even after everything he’d done to you and your comrades. 

Between such spells, he found a solution.  An injection synthesized from the very strain of virus that brought him back from death’s door.  A stabilizing agent to keep him right in the sweet spot.  On the night everything was finalized, he’d staggered down the hallways of the compound to your shared living quarters, knocking at your bedroom door with shaking hands.  

You can see the pain of his wounded pride as he rasps his request.  “I require your assistance…” he all but mumbles, feet dragging as he walks to plop gracelessly onto the edge of your bed.  He runs a trembling hand through his hair and the other extends to offer a syringe, an alcohol wipe, and a pad of gauze.  His head drops into his palm.  

Your heart tugs at the sight before you.  Despite everything, it’s still him.  Still Wesker, still the man you’d grown so fond of in your time as a S.T.A.R.S. officer.  You reach for the syringe, taking a seat on his right side, thighs just shy of flush to each other.  Wesker extends his forearm to you and you ready it with the wipe.

“In a vein?” You ask, nodding to acknowledge his weak hum of approval.  It isn’t at all difficult to find a good one and you slip the needle in with ease.  With a gentle draw of the plunger, a trickle of blood floods the suspension and you inject slowly.  You thumb gently at his skin, an act meant to soothe him in his fragile state.  He watches with hooded eyes as the black flecks pushing through the tube disappear into the needle, breaths a little heavier than his normal decorum would permit.  A glance to his face reveals deep-set exhaustion.

“Captain?”  You announce, peeking into his office.  You find him hunched over a case file, sunglasses tossed aside on the desk.  

Wesker acknowledges you with that signature hum of his, though it carries none of its usual firmness.  You’ve never seen him so tired before.  Even the icy blue of his eyes seems dimmed.  He motions for you to enter and you close the door behind you.  “Blinds,” he instructs.

Once they’re shut, you make your way to his side.  Your eyes fall to the document at his desk, recognizing it as the most recent missing child case that had cast a sorrowful shadow over the city. Your lips quirk into a smile when he yawns, unable to find the display anything less than precious.  You bring a hand to rest at his shoulder, rubbing softly.

“It never ends.” He sighs.  Such an act was rarer than rare from him.  Anything less than perfect composure from the great Captain Wesker was unheard of, but not for you.  Not anymore.

“Can I do anything?”  You ask softly, increasing the area of your ministrations to his upper back, further testing those boundaries that seemed to be falling away more and more with every private interaction.  You swear he pushes into your touch.  

Wesker’s gaze flickers to you briefly, almost as if he was considering even asking whatever was on his mind.  “Coffee would not be unappreciated.”  

You smile at him, turning to fetch a cup from the break room when he snags you by the wrist.

“Bring… two.  And some of your own work.”  He murmurs.  “I could use the company to keep me awake.”

His head rests against your shoulder as you press a tiny piece of gauze to the puncture wound.  For a time you simply stay there, thumb caressing the firmness of his forearm in your lap.  You’re unsure of whether or not he’s watching, but you imagine he’s probably got his eyes shut.  At least you hope he does, anyway.  

You signal to him to lift his head and kneel to the ground, untying the laces of his dress shoes.  You hear him hum above, whether in curiosity or complaint is unclear, but you continue anyway.  “Probably best if you get some sleep.”  You tell him as you tug his shoes free.  He relents without any grief, stopping his descent to the bed only to place his sunglasses atop your nightstand and free himself of his black dress shirt, leaving him in a black tank top.

He regards you with another hum as you stand, arms wrapping around your waist.  Your hand falls to his hair, gently pushing strands back in their perfectly styled place while he buries his face against your abdomen.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Leaves crunch under Wesker’s determined footsteps.  You two must have been walking for an hour now with no sight of, well, anything really.  The Arklay Mountains are huge but not overly populated.  It would take a while before you found a home with a vehicle to ‘borrow.’ 

His arms beneath your knees only tighten, signaling to you that your piggyback ride was far from over.

“C’mon, lay down.” You murmur, fingers scritching at his nape, occasionally trailing down to dance over the curve of his back.

He’s never slept in your bed before.  It’s strange to have him here, but you wager it’s no different than that night you’d fallen asleep on the couch with him.  Still, you feel no apprehension about crawling in on the other side.

Wesker turns to face you and you scoot the littlest bit closer, just until your knees bump his.  You can’t help but smile at him.  After everything, he still has that effect on you.  “So,” you say, “do you feel any different?”

He answers you with a slight nod, looking away briefly as if to contemplate his answer.  He holds his hand in the air for a moment.  You lift yours to entwine your fingers with his.

“That was to show you that the shaking had settled.” He says, pulling your hand closer.  His lips press to your knuckles and you can feel the burn in your cheeks at such a gesture.  “But this is not unwelcome.”

He’s never done that before.  In fact, for all of the times you’ve both danced near the line of such acts, neither of you has ever crossed it.

Wesker holds a hand over your mouth, pressing you into the peeling wallpaper of whatever dark room he’d tugged you into.  He removes it only once he’s sure you won’t make a peep, hand falling to grip your shoulder.  Outside, the sound of snarling growls and the rattle of chains war with one another.  The shriek of a girl, nearly inhuman, follows every loud thud until whatever monstrous beast opposes her becomes little more than fleshy splats.

Your heart hammers in your chest as if it meant to break free.  You wish you’d never set foot in this cursed place.  Had you known such horrors existed in this mansion, you’d have never stayed in Raccoon City to begin with.  To know something like this was in the mountains…  

You want to cry.  The only thing keeping you from giving up entirely was your Captain.  He’s pressed so close to you, practically nose to nose.  His eyes are locked on the doorway, completely focused on the sound of whatever creature slaughtered her way through the hallway.  As petrified as you are, he somehow makes it all less frightening.  His presence has always made you feel protected, whether at scenes of heinous crimes or in a mansion from hell.

“We’re clear.” 

His whispered words ghost over your lips.  Despite all of the fear coursing through your veins, you still find it in yourself to imagine bridging the gap.  But now is neither the time or place

You wonder if you’ll live long enough to see such a moment…

You two stay like that for a while, shifting only to come closer.  He watches you with those inhuman eyes of his, though you can’t help but grin when you see how wide his pupils have gotten.  That was one thing in particular you’d found quite enjoyable about his ocular mutation.  Though perfectly composed in every way, he couldn’t stop his eyes from dilating and giving away how he truly felt.  Well, unless he had his glasses on.  But that was different.

As your mind wanders back to the most traumatic night of your life, you can’t help but settle on that one question that had never quite been answered.  It slips from your lips faster than you can stop it.

“Why did you save me?”

Wesker’s eyes shut and a small sigh escapes him. You briefly wonder if he’s frustrated with you having asked.  After all, the small handful of times you’ve brought it up had been brushed off or the subject changed entirely.  His hand leaves yours and for a split second you think he’s going to throw the covers off, grab his clothes, and leave.  But he doesn’t.  Instead, he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, eyes unfocused but still somehow locked on you.  

“I meant to fire you,” he murmurs, voice low as if the confession were a sin.  “Before the mansion.  Before any harm could befall you.”  His thumb catches your lower lip.  “I…  You weren’t meant to be there.”

But that only leaves you with more questions.

“Do you remember the first time you ever brought lunch to my office?”  

You nod, though you fear he must be changing the subject again.

Knocking makes you exceptionally nervous, though not for the same reasons the rest of the crew feel.  Normally knocking on Captain Wesker’s door means you’re in trouble, but you’re far from it.

He looks almost surprised when you enter with cups of coffee and a bag of sandwiches.  Rumor was that he enjoys the ones from a shop a few blocks over.  Gossip was all the S.T.A.R.S. teams had to occupy themselves sometimes, and seeing the elusive Captain in public was akin to seeing a shaved bear.  The grapevine quickly spread the word that Captain Wesker had stayed overnight at the precinct on two separate occasions this week alone, so you figured you’d do something kind.

He seems almost taken aback that you would do such a thing.

“I had to uh… guess what you might like.  I hope this is okay.” 

Your fingers brush against his as you hand off the wrapped food.  This, as usual, makes your cheeks burn.  For as often as such a thing happens, you’ve never really gotten better at keeping that particular reaction at bay.  In fact, you almost suspect he does it on purpose.  Ever since the first time it happened when you’d handed him a heavy stack of paper, it seemed like every time you gave him something resulted in the same graze of skin.

“I appreciate you.” He says, which sends a wave of warmth right to your chest.  Wesker’s always had such a unique way of thanking you.  Not once have you heard him utter those words to another.

“You seldom left my mind after that.”  That edge to his voice is nowhere to be found in the softness of his confession.  “Even when you should have.”

You chuckle through a wave of emotion that you can’t quite name.  Your hand grips gently at his forearm, thumb rubbing softly just beneath the band of his watch.

“I had planned to find you afterward, though I imagine you would not have been pleased to see me.”  He continues, eyes still locked on you despite how distant they seemed. “Earning your trust back would have been difficult, but I would have done anything.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He confirms, grip growing a little more firm on your chin.  “You mean a great deal to me.  Far more than I ever imagined you would.”

How you wish you could’ve heard those very words back then.  Maybe instead of being hunkered down in some random facility owned by one of Umbrella’s rivals, you would be walking beside him in the park while he tells you all that you’ve longed to hear.  Or maybe you would have been out at some restaurant, or even having dinner at either your place or his.  But no.  Here he is coming down from one of his episodes, courtesy of whatever virus had brought him back from death’s door, confirming that he feels the same for you.

It’s not at all how you imagined it.  You used to lie awake at night picturing the moment one of you confessed and something more than longing gazes and tender touches could finally come to be.  Your heart doesn’t explode and fill your chest with confetti.  Your knees don’t wobble– not that they could, given that you were laying down.  It’s nothing like you imagined, but it’s so much more.

With bravery and joy in your heart, you finally lean forward and press your lips to his.  There’s none of the fanfare or romantic music you used to daydream of, just the occasional sighed breath from him and the gentle pecking of kiss after kiss.  It feels so natural.  It’s as if you’d done this a thousand times without having ever known it.  It’s slow and soft, precise in a way that could only make sense for him.  

The fingers gripping your chin leave.  Instead, Wesker moves his arm to wrap around your midsection and pulls you closer.  Between the intoxication of kisses and your hand smoothing up to his bicep, your mind becomes foggy.  It’s only when he breaks the act that you realize you’d foregone breathing in exchange for losing yourself in him.

You tangle a leg between his and nuzzle against his chest, pressing one more kiss to the exposed skin of his collarbone before letting your eyes flutter shut.  You feel his chin come down to rest against the top of your head and the arm around your waist tightens.

You thumb gently at the bent corners of the card.  On the night before Alpha Team deployed to the mountains, you decided it would be your good luck charm to get you through the mission.  You weren’t entirely sure if it had brought you any luck, but those words meant so very much to you.

‘With Love  - Albert Wesker’

He’s at the other side of the room, picking through a shelf of medical supplies while you sit on a makeshift bed.  You’re so lost in thought that you hardly notice when he’s in front of you again. He kneels before you, thumb slowly rubbing a sticky gel across the cut on your cheek.

“You’ll want to get that cleaned properly once we’re out of here,” he instructs.  “But this will be good enough for now.”

You huff a weak laugh.  “Think we’ll actually make it that long?”

“We will.”  Wesker says matter-of-factly.  He begins to rise, nearly turning from you once more before he halts.  In a rare act, he slowly removes his sunglasses.  It’s then that you see his line of sight.

The card.

“I– Call it dumb, but I brought it for luck.”  You stammer.  “Sorry…”

His hand falls to your shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze.  There’s a pained look in his eyes, one you’ve never seen before.  “You and I have got plenty of a future beyond these walls.”  

You pray he’s right.

[twistedlovelines]

anon: No. 10 with Azul for the smut prompt list :3

thank you for sending in a request, nonnie <3

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them from this smut prompt list (requests still open so long as you read my rules beforehand!)

18+, Gn! Dom! Reader, sub! Azul, toys

“It squirts?”

Turning the periwinkle toy around, you pump the syringe connected to it, a pathetic puff of air wheezing out in response. 

“I clean it every time I use it,” Azul snips, crossing his legs. The fierce blush on his face negates any hostility, though, and you can’t help but smirk at his reaction. “I would never doubt it,” you reply smoothly, sauntering over to the edge of the bed next to him. Two fingers dip under his chin, tilting his face upwards,“But that isn’t what I asked, was it, Darling?” 

His breath hitches at that, fingers twisting into the silk of his pajama pants. Looking you directly in the eyes has a shiver running up his spine and he reflexively squeezes his eyes shut. They crack open the barest fraction a second later as you stroke an encouraging thumb over his cheek, ever so patient. 

“No,” he whimpers, unable to help himself from leaning into your touch.

His eyes flutter open, shining blue eyes meeting yours for a moment before darting to the dildo held in your other hand, your fingers firmly wrapped around silicone. A smile tugs at your lips. Azul’s never been good at being subtle with his desires like this. 

“Do you want me to use it on you, Azul? To cum in your ass? To claim you?” Your hand moves to skim over his skin, settling on the back of his neck as you kiss along his jaw. 

Teeth meet flesh— such soft, pale flesh trembling underneath you— to bite. 

He jolts with a sharp moan, hips jerking into the air. His cock is embarrassingly hard, straining against the surface of his underwear. It’s gonna stain his pajamas, he thinks through a foggy haze of pleasure, grinding upwards in a weak attempt to chase the faintest trace of friction. The soothing licks you lave over the bite mark only register in his mind once your tongue has left his skin.

You laugh, then, a puff of warm air against his neck as you set the dildo down on the bed. With a sympathetic hum, you gently lay Azul on his back, stroking the bulge of his cock with a single finger. His thighs press together, a silent plea for you to move.

You stop.

“Hm? Did you need something, Azul?”

Azul can’t help but whine as you tug his pants off to settle over his knees, only brushing up against his skin to snap the band of his boxers against his hip. It’s unfair what you’re doing to him, really. His legs kick out in an attempt to shimmy off the rest of his pants, only for you to catch both of his calves in your hands instead. 

“Come on now, that’s hardly a proper answer,” you tease, your lips ghosting over the delicate skin of his ankle. He kicks out reflexively but your grip on him is firm. Azul huffs in frustration and turns his face away, but his cock betrays his arousal, precum steadily beading at the tip.  

“...You know what I want,” he mumbles. “Do I?”

You rest his legs over your shoulders as you leisurely settle down; cum-like lube in one hand, dildo in the other. He feels your arms encircling his legs to hold him steady, but other than that, you’re wholly focused on filling the toy, and Azul can’t help but feel a swell of envy rise in his chest as he watches you work with precision. The dildo overfills ever so slightly and Azul moans when he sees the “cum” dribble out. 

“I want you to let me taste,” Azul finally wrenches out, his face flushed. 

He’s nearly incoherent at this point, his body covered in a pretty sheen of sweat. His legs flex around your neck, but you only coo at that, reaching down to cup his cheek in your hand. 

“There you go,” the tip of your thumb presses against his bottom lip. Your other hand moves to raise the dildo to his parted mouth, a drop of the dildo’s cum falling onto his tongue. 

“Now suck.”

a/n: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated <3 i hope you enjoy, nonnie!

[thebearer]

can you please write dad!carmen and mom!reader stuck at home taking care of their two sick babies? carmy would be soo worried hate seeing his girls like that 💔

"Teddy, please don't cry, sweet girl."

"I know, Wills, I know it's nasty. Just a little bit more."

One was screaming, the other sobbing with deep, heaving breaths that made your own heart feel like it might spilt in two somehow. Strep had made its way into the Berzatto household. A mandatory forty-eight hours to make sure they both weren't contagious, an extra twenty-four tacked on so they could recuperate, and you weren't sure you were going to make it past day one.

Carmen had to stay home, of course, he wasn't risking infecting his staff or customers. You were thankful you had his help, especially at times like this.

Times when you were having to feed the girls their medicine. The pale pink liquid measured out in syringes, forced down their throats with gentle coaxes over their cries.

"I don't li-ike it!" Teddy sobbed, shoulders heaving. She was exhausted, sick, just uncomfortable all around. You knew she was. You wished you could jus magically make it better for her, take the pain instead so she'd go back to your bubbly, sweet girl.

"I know, baby." You hummed sympathetically, pressing the small sippy cup to her lips, thumb catching her angry tears streaking down her face. "But it will make you feel better."

"I want to feel better without that!" Teddy roared, crankily, throwing her arms out in pure frustration.

"That's the only way you can get better, Teddy Bear." Carmen chimed, soothing a still sobbing Willow in his arms, her face buried in his neck. She was still upset that he'd given her medicine to her. Sobbing in the most heart wrenching way; sad sobs, not like her sister's cries of frustration and anger- sobs that tore Carmen's heart right down the middle.

Somehow, you managed to get the two of them back down for a nap. They'd cried themselves to sleep, exhausted with emotion, collapsing in your's and Carmen's bed.

The two of you had took to the couch instead, falling nearly on top of each other. "Do you think we should take them back to the doctor?" Carmen muttered next to you.

"Why?"

"Because," Carmen hesitated, head lolling over to look at you. "I mean... They act like they're still in pain."

"That was their first dose, Carm. The medicine hasn't even had a chance to kick in." You countered gently.

"I know... I just- I-I was looking up their symptoms and what if it's meningitis or something? What if it was misdiagnosed and-"

"-Carmen, I swear to fuckin' God, I am blocking WebMD from your phone." You huffed lightly. "I don't know how I'm gonna do that, but I am. I'm gonna go to the Geek Squad and make them block it entirely."

"I'm being serious-"

"-So am I." You looked at him with a light glare. "Baby, they ran the tests. It came back strep. They have to like grow it and stuff to make sure, ok?" Carmen still looked unsettled. "If they wake up and don't feel better, we'll take them back."

"Fine." Carmen nodded, letting his head fall on your shoulder. "You think we should nap in there with them? Or stay in here?"

"Maybe one of us should go in there." You mutter. "Make sure Will doesn't throw up."

"True. Good point." Carmen sighed, rubbing his eyes when he sat up. "I'll go in there."

"I can go." You stand before he can, putting the blanket from the back of the couch on his lap. "You got them this morning. I got 'em, Daddy." You give him a playful, yet tired, wink. Carmen flushes, a shy smile that has your tummy pooling with warmth, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you're padding back to your bedroom.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Arc 2 Part 4

Here's everything I shared during the ask game event with some minor edits. Most of the edits are around the results of the scan, I more accurately described what I was trying to say.

Story Summary: Everything changed the evening Jason met Jazz's brother. Danny introduced him and his entire family to the ghost that is, apparently, haunting him. The ghost of the Robin he had been.

The ghost of the person everyone he's ever known wishes he still was.

All he wants is to make it go away.

Arc 1: First, Last

Arc 2: First, Previous

Word Count: 1.7k

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Frostbite looked between them and hummed. “I should like a blood sample from you”—he nodded to Jason—“and an ectoplasm sample from you”—he indicated the ghost—“please hold out one of your arms.”

Jason sighed and gave his left arm. The yeti took out a syringe, thankfully a normal sized one, though it looked tiny in his giant hands. He watched as Frostbite carefully pierced his vein and filled a vial with blood. It went as smoothly as any blood draw he’d ever received from Dr. Thompkins or Alfred.

“You’re good at that,” he commented.

The yeti gave him an amused look. “I should hope so. I have been a doctor for many times longer than you’ve been alive.”

Jason flushed. “Sorry, it’s just… I wasn’t sure how many living patients you’ve ever had.”

“Many ghosts come to us for healing. And of those who were once alive, their ghostly bodies often mimic the ones they had in life. It is not so different, drawing blood from a living body as it is drawing ectoplasm from a ghostly one.”

“Huh. I guess that makes sense. I didn’t realize.”

Frostbite ruffled his hair and it took every ounce of self control he had to not pull away. “That is quite all right. You will learn in time.”

Jason had to bite his tongue to keep from saying he didn’t want to learn.

But the doctor was already turning to the interloper and reaching for his arm. Jason couldn’t help but watch as they made more of those chirps and trills at each other. The ones from Frostbite were much deeper than the ones from Danny or the ghost, but they were unmistakably the same sort of noises.

When Frostbite took the ectoplasm sample, it really didn’t look any different than a normal blood draw. Except the resulting fluid was bright Lazarus-green. He shuddered and looked away.

Frostbite pulled out what looked like a transparent tablet and typed something on it. “A technician will be along shortly to collect the samples and run a few tests on them. Now, Prince Phantom said he scanned you and it showed the two of you are tied together. I should like to repeat the process but with our own scanners.”

“What do your scanners do?” asked Jason.

“I will show you. See this machine?” Frostbite indicated a machine that was positioned in the corner of the room. It looked like an old-fashioned x-ray machine you might find at a dentists’ office. It was about the size of a standing shower and was mostly open. “This part here”—he touched a piece of metal that reached from floor to ceiling—“will circle around the two of you and track your ectoplasm. It serves a similar purpose in ghost anatomy to an x-ray of a human. From the readings, I will be able to assess your core, young Robin, and your liminality, Sir Jason.”

“Just Jason, please.”

“Are you not a warrior of your people? And you are courting Princess Jasmine. No, to call you anything else would be improper.”

Jason flushed. “Then what should I call you? Aren’t you the leader here? Is it King Frostbite?”

“You may call me Doctor or Chief Frostbite should you wish.”

“You’ve got it, Dr. Frostbite. So will you have to scan us together? Doesn’t look like there’s a lot of room in there.”

Frostbite hummed. “I believe three full scans, one of each of you alone and one with both of you together. I apologize for the size; this is the first time we’ve had to scan two individuals together like this.”

Jason scowled, but didn’t comment. He would do anything to get rid of the interloper.

Before they could start, however, a knock sounded on the door. Frostbite opened it to reveal two more yetis.

“Ah, Silverclaw and Snowfur. Thank you for getting here so quickly.” He grabbed the vials of blood and ectoplasm. “These are the samples I want tested.”

“Of course, Chief. We’ll get to work on them right away.”

“I know you will. Thank you.” Frostbite nodded his farewell. Once the two yetis had left, he shut the door and turned back to Jason and the ghost. “Which of you would like to get scanned first?”

Before Jason could even think of volunteering, the ghost let out a trill and flew to the machine.

Frostbite chuckled. “Very well, young one. I shall begin the process shortly. Please remain still as the scan is in progress.”

Jason watched, curious, as Frostbite pressed a few buttons. The machine whirred to life, blue lines lighting up along the metal. Then the panel Frostbite had pointed out before slowly rotated around the ghost. Five times it completed the circuit before stopping in it’s original position by the wall.

A screen lit up on the wall, also transparent like the tablet, and on it images very much like a human x-ray appeared. Only instead of bones, it showed a ball of red-orange light. Tendrils spread out in the shape of a humanoid body. A thick cord of light extended off the screen. The cord was mostly gray and it’s tendrils wound around the red-orange ball and mixed in with the branches that made up the rest of the ghost’s body.

Frostbite hummed, but didn’t comment further, and Jason didn’t know him well enough to know if it was a good or bad hum. “Sir Jason, it is your turn.”

The ghost flew out of the scanner and Jason entered. “Will it feel like anything?”

The doctor shook his head. “Indeed not. You may hear a humming, but the scan itself will not affect you in any other way.”

“So I just need to stand here for a minute while it goes?”

“Indeed. Simply remain still. Are you ready?”

Jason took a deep breath and stood tall, arms by his side. “Go ahead.”

Frostbite hit a button and the device lit up with the same blue light he’d seen before. Then the scanner began rotating around him. As the yeti had promised, he didn’t feel anything but the hum of the machine.

And soon enough, it settled back into its rest position.

Jason didn’t wait for permission before stepping out and taking a look at the results of the scan. The same cord of light that had been coming off the ghost seemed to be stretching to him. Tendrils of it wrapped around the areas where his heart and brain would be if the scan showed human organs. Thinner tendrils stretched through the rest of his body, but the majority clustered around his heart and brain. His light was mostly gray with the red and orange bleeding in.

Chills ran down his spine. The ghost had integrated himself entirely into Jason’s body. Would it even be possible to get rid of him without killing himself? But could he go on living knowing that the interloper, no, the parasite was tied so closely to him? He’d finally started to move on from his death and the anger!

“Calm down, Sir Jason.” Frostbite’s steady voice cut through his thoughts. “We have one more scan and then I shall explain my theories as to what is going on and how we might address the situation.”

Jason gave a single nod and unclenched his fists. He closed his eyes and took a few seconds to go through a breathing exercise Jazz had taught him. “Fine,” he said when he was sure he wouldn’t start throwing out cursed.

Didn’t stop him from stomping over to the scanner.

Frostbite rested one giant paw on his head for a moment. “I understand this is a lot for you. But I will assist you to the best of my abilities.” He glanced away from Jason towards the interloper. “Both of you.”

Jason frowned but didn’t bother mentioning that that was what he was worried about.

“Now, young Robin. If you could come here as well.”

Frostbite took a moment arranging Jason and the ghost within the scanner. This was the closest Jason had been to the interloper since he learned about his existence and the proximity raised goosebumps on his arm. Why did things like this always have to happen to him? He hated it. He just wanted to go back to arguing with Bruce and trading insults with Tim and pranking Dick. But he couldn’t do that if the ghost of who he’d used to be was following him everywhere.

Jason closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the creature’s stupid uniform or too-young face.

Then the humming started again and Jason could only assume he the scanner was running. He held entirely still, both because the scanner needed it and because he and the ghost were so close that if he moved, they might brush arms or touch.

He held back a shudder and didn’t open his eyes until the humming had stopped.

He couldn’t have said who evacuated the scanner first, they both rushed out quickly and set themselves up on either side of Frostbite while the image loaded.

As predicted, it was as if the two previous scans had been put together. The cord connecting Jason and the ghost was thick and strong. It originated from what Jason could only assume was the ghost’s core and spread out until it latched onto Jason’s brain and heart.

Frostbite hummed again. “I will need to ask both of you some questions that you may not want to answer. I apologize in advance for any discomfort my questions may cause. But let us get comfortable first. Afterwards, I shall explain my suspicions.”

Jason nodded and took a seat on the examination bed that Frostbite gestured to. Robin crossed his legs and appeared to sit in midair. The doctor pulled up a chair for himself and settled in.

Even sitting and with Jason on a high bed, they were roughly eye-to-eye due to the yeti’s large size.

“Young Robin, what do you remember of the time between your death and Sir Jason’s resurrection?”

The ghost, of course, only replied in the trilling language, leaving Jason out of the conversation. Asshole could’ve signed if he wanted to. Jason bit his tongue to keep from saying anything, though.

After a time, Frostbite nodded and turned to Jason. “And now, Sir Jason, I must know how you were brought back to life.”

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Ah, Jason really isn't going to like this conversation. None of it is fun, but this conversation will be his least favorite.

And look at Robin being just as petty back! Refusing to bring Jason in on the conversation.

How will they move forward from this?

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[sufrimientilia]

Choices

drugging | poisoning | cannibalism @augusnippets Day 13

cw: non-consensual drug use, addiction, IV drugs, see above

The lighter flicked once, twice, three times. It finally sparked to life with one final kiss against metal and lingered there for a long moment. Saline bubbled and boiled. Powder dissolved in one ugly dirty cloud.

“Do you remember the last time I shot you up?” the motherfucker asked. Like they were having a regular fucking conversation. “You were just begging for it. Tears, snot, and all.”

He shoved hard at the hands grappling him from behind. He already had half of the fight beaten out of him, and now the rest of his submission came from just sheer numbers. Maybe a gun or two pointed in his face.

Maybe a gun or two pointed at her.

“I guess back then you’d do anything for it.” A pinch of cotton thickened and thickened. The gentle slip of a plunger, fingers so practiced they might as well have done it hundreds of times. Golden amber started filling the syringe. “Simpler times, huh?”

“F-ffuck you! Motherfucker!” All those hands slammed him against the table at the start of his outburst and could barely contain him by the end of it. He grit his teeth and struggled, hard enough to be defiant but not hard enough to get himself shot. Sometimes it was a tricky balance.

“I’ll give you a choice. Just like always.” They were undeterred by his violent struggle, just like always. Nothing if not consistent. “This is for you, or it’s for her. You decide.”

The syringe glistened and gleamed, warm and vibrant. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d even had a bump of the stuff.

The choice was an obvious one, because it always was. Always forced to make the hard choice, the obvious choice, the one they really wanted. Every single time. “Me, me—” he breathed out, the desperation coming a lot easier than he’d meant. “Give it to me. I want it. Please.”

Pleasepleaseplease. Burning on his tongue, burning on his skin.

He looked right at her. Wide eyes, pale skin, too many guns and too many men. It wasn’t like he had a choice.

He never had a choice.

The same blue rubber tourniquet, the same unnecessary flick against his bulging veins. All of them were scarred over by now. "So damn predictable. I know it's what you really want." Even the acrid breath at his ear tasted the same. "At least you have an enemy out of me, hmm? An easy excuse."

All those damn goons kept him pinned flat against the table as the needle went in. He watched it with a cruel sort of familiarity: his arm stretched before him, straight metal digging under flesh, the flush of blood drawing back into the syringe. Red sprouted and spiraled. And then the gentle push into his vein gave way to warmth, warmth, warmth, and he slipped melted and sunk all at once.

Oh. He’d be a liar if he said it didn’t feel good.

“No…” He could hear her begging and pleading for him. Maybe to him.

He wanted to tell her it was okay, it wasn’t a big deal. He was used to it. Something like ’mnnghghhh’ escaped him instead. It felt nice, too nice, and after a certain point even that was wrong. “No-…, ‘s too much,” he tried, nausea thickening and churning. But the plunger kept pushing. Pushing and pushing and pushing. “S…”

Too much, too much, too much. Twisting and spinning and spiraling until the pleasure turned sick. Too heavy, too violent. The goons let go, let him flatten against the table, left him limp and useless at the whim of one silly syringe left dangling from his forearm. The sight of it just thickened and blurred until it was one ugly blot of color.

“I thought your tolerance was better than that,” a voice said from somewhere far away. Far, far away.

Apparently not.

[ohbabydollie]

omg the schlatt x masc fem s/o headcanons make me go absolutely insane ckksjfksjdkskskksk please please please do more

LMAO i’m glad u liked them

everyone asks you what to get him for his birthday since you know him best and ted took you on a mini shopping spree which you were excited for!!

as soon as you guys were walking through the mall you stopped at a victoria secret, looking at all the lacy panties and bras before picking up a thong

“i think he would like this, it’s not his size though” you say before asking a worker for their biggest size

a bunch of stupid shirts with saying like “i ❤️ getting pegged” “must be on estrogen from the way my rack keeps growing” etc.

the biggest monster dildo you can find at spencer’s with a tube of flavored lube

of course while you got him a few stupid gag gifts you got him shirts and things he would genuinely enjoy

getting mad at him and saying you’ll shove things up his ass and nicknames getting more insulting

“fisting your ass tonight, no prep” “i’ll stick my foot up your ass, bitch” “shut up, that’s why your hole is fucking gaping” “move broad”

schlatt laughs at it sometimes, kissing you on the forehead as you call him a broad and wrapping an arm around your waist

when he asks for your food you feed it to him, airplane and all

if he’s struggling to open a bottle or something and getting frustrated you’ll calmly grab it and open it before handing it to him with a wink and kiss

yk how he was pretending to eat pussy in that one chuckle sandwich vid? you pretend to part open and eat his ass

when you two walk off together you kick his ass and/or the back of his knees because you think it’s funny

yk those videos that are like “when the 5’2 homie finally agrees to cross dressing (he’s definitely getting it tonight)”

yeah you send those to jay all the time and tell him that the height is slowly going up so you’re just waiting until it’s 6’2

along with other memes like that

if anyone tries to defeminize you he’s on their ass IMMEDIATELY!!

“she might as well be your boyfriend with tits and in a dress” some girl says laughing slightly “well she’s my girlfriend with tits and more femininity than you could ever dream of” schlatt says crossing his arms “not ran through either”

doesn’t like it when men flirt with you but finds it funny once you get tired of them talking about fucking you and get started talking about fingering their asshole and they grimace in disgust before he appears

“hey sweetheart” he says wrapping his arm around your shoulders “thanks for keepin’ her fingers warm for me champ” he says to the guy jokingly as you giggle

posting him with songs like eating by CP hollywood & suki

“fuck is this?” he asks showing you your latest instagram story “an appreciation post for you” you say innocently smiling

Silly costumes for bits or for halloween parties!!

schlatt dressed as jessica rabbit n u as roger rabbit!! you as a prim and proper doctor n schlatt as a sexy nurse, complete with the fishnets and fake syringe

u get the silly costumes n he gets the sexy slutty ones

your behavior gets so normalized schlatt doesn’t even bat an eyelash at it anymore

“pegging session tonight?” you ask him, grinning as he rolls his eyes “only if you’re in leather”

groping at his man boobs, ass and thighs

“goo goo ga ga, i want milk” you say groping at his chest as schlatt pushes your face away, annoyed

if he’s ever walking in front of of you, checking out his ass and whistling at him

nsfw!!

drunkenly going up to schlatt at a costume party and saying “you look so pretty in your costume princess, imma eat you out when we get home” before schlatt pulls you into his lap and telling you “we’ll 69 it” as he undoes your tie and you go red in the face

making out with him at a party, parting with your face flushed and a string of saliva connecting the both of you

the first thing you say, looking up at him with hazy eyes, “no homo” schlatt looks at you confused before yelling “ITS NOT FUCKING GAY”

likes watching you walk around in flowy dresses and skirts knowing the second you both are alone he’s gonna be lifting them up and having you sobbing for him

he loves taking you into a bathroom, lifting your skirt snd fucking you into oblivion

“where’s the big strong girl huh? the one that said she was gonna peg me, huh?” he asks with your knees over his forearms (full nelson) and making you look in the mirror, completely weak to his touches and unable to escape

“look at my girl when she’s all cute and submissive” he says grinning and forcing you to look into the mirror

“where’s that bratty mouth you had earlier, hm?” he asks while he has you bent over on a counter as he goes in and out of your cunt, making you tighten up on his length

is mean to you in bed but there are times where he’s soft with you, calling himself lucky for having you, calling you his pretty wife, etc.

aftercare is top tier, will clean you up and get you food or drinks, whatever you want

[ireadwithmyears]

Hi and sorry to bother. I wanted to ask if you do writing request? It would be nice to get a request from you about a Kix x reader fic where Kix would take care of a sick reader. But it's okay if you don't do request and you can just ignore what I said.

the prettiest bother I have

Request for @bullfinch-lover

Pairing: Kix/gn reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Tags/warnings: domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of medication, plus syringes but no actual injections

Summary: Kix returns home from a long deployment to find you sick with a wisdom tooth infection. It’s not what you had intended to welcome him home with

A/N: well, this wasn’t what I had envisioned when I started writing this. Then again, I didn’t really know what my plan was. Until my life decided to throw personal experience at me, and I decided to make the best of it. So uh, this isn’t the traditional flu sickness, but considering I’ve still felt like crap and all I wanted to do was go to bed, I still think it counts. Hope you enjoy. Also, please note that I am a visually impaired writer who is currently working without a beta. I do my best, but there are still going to be things that I miss.

“Are you finished eating, cyar?”

Kix’s voice cuts through the constant, throbbing ache in your jaw, and your unfoundedly intense interest in pushing the mashed potatoes and steamed soft vegetables around on your pla

You should eat more. You know you should, especially when you take into consideration the effort that your partner had put into curating it when he had returned to you after his most recent deployment, only to find you curled up on the couch, struggling with a wisdom tooth that had picked up an infection because food and debris kept getting caught beneath the hole between part of your tooth and gums.

The whole, you think glumly, still somewhat annoyed. You hadn’t even noticed it was there until, after a week of persistent jaw pain that you had at first played off as a headache until it never went away, the medical droid had informed you of its existence. Why in the name of the galaxy there was a hole there to begin with, you didn’t have a clue, and didn’t bother asking the medical droid, because whenever you dared to ask them a question, whether it was just their no nonsense programming, or your low self-esteem, they had a habit of making you feel stupid for not knowing the answer to begin with.

Regardless, this brings you back to the here and now, but when you open your mouth to respond, your jaw gives you what you can only assume is a warning twinge, and you hesitate, shaking your head after a moment.

“If I say yes, you’ll make me gag on that awful mix of salt water again,” you grumble with an exaggerated grimace, folding your arms and propping them against the table.

Kix leans back in his seat across from you, fixing you with a look. Patiently, in a tone that suggests this isn’t the first time you’ve had this discussion, he explains “We have to flush out the area regularly, especially after you eat. It’ll help keep the site  clean and clear out infection.”

“I have antibiotics for that,” you point out, but he’s already on his feet, stepping around the table and guiding your arm through his, pulling you up from your seat and towards the kitchen.

“Come on, lovely,” he encourages, giving you one of his charmingly handsome smiles that makes it almost impossible to say no to him on the best of days. “It’ll only take a minute.”

*

“One more,” Kix decides, plunging the syringe back into the cup, mixed with lukewarm water and salt.

If you were doing this by yourself, this would have been a one and done thing, maybe more than once a day if you were feeling up to it, which, right now, you most certainly are not. But fortunately and unfortunately, your boyfriend is a medic, he insists on being completely, and in your opinion excessively, thorough, going as far as using a tiny mirror to examine the hole in your tooth to make sure he’s clearing out any leftover food that’s gotten stuck in it.

You let out a sigh, but don’t put up much more of a fuss, opening your mouth without prompting and allowing him to flush the solution into the hole, waiting for you to wrinkle your nose and spit it out into the sink. 

He checks again, and you can tell by the slight downward tilt of his lips what he’s about to say before he even says it. “Okay, I lied. One more time, cyar’ika,” he says gently, depressing what’s left in the syringe before refilling it. “I promise, this is the last one, and then I’ll leave you alone to rest.”

“Kiiix,” you whine, pouting in a way that might put a toddler to shame. This is stupid, ridiculous that you’re getting upset about this, because what’s the big deal? It doesn’t even hurt, just feels gross and tastes gross and you’re just so over it. You’re tired, and it hurts, and nothing is making it not hurt and you’re upset that you’re even getting more upset because it shouldn’t be this hard.

Kix lets out a soft sigh, then places the syringe back into the cup, instead, gently cradling your face between his hands, leaning forward and pressing his lips softly to your forehead, lingering there a moment.

“I know how much you’re hurting right now,” he whispers, breath warm against your skin, and somehow, those words, the simple acknowledgement that he understands how hard this is for you brings an unexpected lump to form in your throat. 

He pulls back, gentle smile on his face as he continues, in a tone that’s much lighter. “I know that this is gross and you’d probably prefer to spit it out in my face whenever I make you do it,” he says, giving you a small nudge. “Just one more for me, meshla. Then you can sleep.”

“I can’t sleep,” you huff,  sounding dejected. “I haven’t been able to sleep, Kix.”

“I know, cyar,” he breathes, his voice soft and empathetic. “I could hear you tossing and turning last night, trying to get comfortable.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, your stomach twisting with guilt as you avert your eyes to the ground. 

Here he was on shore leave for the first time in months, undoubtedly his first time in a warm, comfortable bed in all that time, and here you were, making his life harder, and making him do his job when all he should be getting right now is well-deserved rest and comfort.

“Shh, none of that,” he murmurs gently, fingers delicate as they tilt your chin up from the ground. “Open up, cyar. Let’s do this one more time, and then we’ll see if we can’t figure something out to make you more comfortable, hm?”

You raise a curious eyebrow at that, seeing the thoughtful look in his eyes that suggests he’s planning something. But before you can ask about it, you comply, opening your mouth and allowing him to guide the syringe into the small gap. As he works, he continues to speak, the cadence of his voice providing a constant, soothing melody to ground yourself in.

“Tilt your head back for me. Yeah, that’s it. I know, it doesn’t taste nice. Doing so good. Almost done, meshla.”

When he checks again, you’re relieved when he declares that he is satisfied with his work, and he sends you off to lie down. 

“Won’t you come with me?” You ask, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Normally, you’d be more reserved. But with how you’re feeling right now, you’re not ashamed to admit that you’re feeling clingy and want cuddles.

“I will shortly, ner cyar,” he reassures you, reaching to wrap an arm around your shoulders and giving you a gentle squeeze before stepping back. “I’m just going to pop into the medbay on base, but I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Contented with that, you migrate to the couch, flopping down and preparing yourself for a few hours of countless position changes, in hopes to find one that miraculously makes the pain in your jaw hurt less.

*

It’s not working. 

This infuriated exclamation rings throughout your ears as you sit up, removing the useless ice pack from where it’s been pressed against your cheek. Some medical site on the holonet said it would help reduce inflammation and pain. Whoever wrote that article, you think, as in a fit of utter frustration, you hurl the ice pack across the room, was a complete liar.

When you don’t hear the ice pack dully thud against the floor as expected, and instead hear a thump as it collides with something more high up, more solid, followed by a soft “Oof,” your eyes fly across the room. 

Across the room to where you had half hazardously thrown it and where, unbeknownst to you, Kix was standing, having just entered the room.

“Oh,” he says, his tone only slightly surprised, his face held completely impassive as he bends to pick the ice pack up from where it’s landed at his feet.

“Well, that isn’t the first time that’s happened to me,” he continues, sounding utterly unfazed and almost amused as he straightens.

You decide, in this moment, that the only thing you can do to preserve what little dignity you have, is to pull the blanket over top of your head, and simply never show your face again.

“Hey, no, don’t hide, meshla,” he soothes, and you feel a slight dip in the couch as he moves to sit beside you, first tugging at the blanket, then pulling your head into his lap. 

“I’m sorry,” you grown, cheeks burning. “I didn’t mean to, I swear. I I just...”

“Bad timing,” he reassures, gently pressing a finger to your lips and leaning down to drop a kiss to the top of your head. “That’s all it was.”

After a moment, he moves his fingers to gently stroke along your cheek, delicately feeling around the sore side of your jaw.

“I presume you feel the same?” He asks, his voice quiet as he peers down at you.

“Umhm,” you agree with a long sigh. “Hurts too much to get comfortable.”

He hums softly in understanding, fingers running through your hair. “I might have something that can help with that.”

Those simple words have you peeking up at him with cautious optimism, as if he’s the son and this is the first time you’re seeing it on a rainy day.

He gently nudges you up into a sitting position, propping pillows beneath your back as he holds up a small bottle of pills. 

“Give it,” you say without hesitation, holding out your hand expectantly. At this point, you don’t care what it is. You’ll take it if it means even a small amount of relief from this hell.

“Really, cyar,” he says, his voice half teasing, half chiding even as he pops the lid. “You should at least ask me what I’m about to give you.” You only shrug half heartedly in response.

He pours out a pill and holds it in his hand, not giving it to you yet. “I went to the medbay to get this for you. Though it contains traditional painkillers that we have at home, I need to also warn you that it contains a narcotic, which, amongst helping relieve the pain, will also make you pretty drowsy, and, with the little sleep you got last night, will most likely knock you out.”

“Wonderful,” you respond immediately, shooting him a smile that quickly turns into a grimace as your jaw throbs in protest. “I’ll take it.”

“Let me just get you a glass of water,” he says, turning away.

“I don’t need water,” you protest, even as he’s turning to move into the kitchen. “I can swallow pills without it.”

Okay, while  that’s technically true, it’s not the most comfortable experience. But you can do it, and apparently, you’re so eager to have drugs in your system that you’re too impatient to wait even a few moments longer that you’ll take the discomfort. Kix, on the other hand, does not approve of this idea. 

He spins on his heel, turning back to face you,  one hand immediately going to his hip. You recognize the unyielding medic look just as it falls into place over his features.

“You will do no such thing,” he says sternly, fixing you with a piercing look, as if he’s mildly horrified by the very suggestion. “Do you realize how much of a choking hazard swallowing pills dry is?”

At your lack of response, he turns, moving to the kitchen and returning a moment later with a glass of water. You take your meds gratefully, and Kix carries you up to bed.

*

“How’s that?” Kix murmurs softly, his voice just above a whisper.

You’re lying on your stomach, soft and warm blankets tucked around you in your bed as you wait, not so patiently, for the meds to kick in. You’re already sleepy, though, and the way Kix is running his fingers through your hair, gently massaging the base of your scalp and occasionally lightly pressing into the back of your neck with his thumbs to ease some of the tension is quickly bringing you there, in spite of the pain that is only now beginning to reseed.

You hum a soft sound of approval, then whisper a quiet “Don’t stop, pleease,” as his thumbs sweep over your temples, rubbing soft, soothing circles over them, pressure light, taking care not to irritate any points that are sore, especially around your upper jaw.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, meshla,” he whispers, leaning down to press a light kiss to the back of your shoulder. 

“Kix?” You say hesitantly after a few moments, your eyes still closed. At his soft “Mmh?” In response, you continue.“Sorry you’re starting your shore leave off like this, love,” you say with a deflated sigh.

“What do you mean, cyar’ika?” He asks gently, shifting to lie down beside you and pulling your back flush against his chest.

“Like this,” you say, confused and slightly exasperated because he doesn’t get it. “Like, instead of getting any time for yourself or going out and having fun you’re here, taking care of me. I should be taking care of you right now and instead, I’m just making you do your job.” You press your lips together, adding in a slightly trembling whisper “I’m just being a bother.”

“Ner Kar’ta,” he murmurs, his arms tightening around you a fraction as he looks down at your face. “Why would you think that you’re bothering me?”

“Because,” you say, as if that’s all the explanation he needs, not able to hide your confusion now. “You spend all your time taking care of your brothers and then you come home and tell me about how much of a handful they are and how many headaches they give you and I just, I didn’t want you to have to deal with all this when you came home.”

“It’s adorable that you even think that you could be as much of a handful as my vode,” he muses, gently taking your chin between his fingers and turning your head to look up at him. “First of all, my beautiful cyar,” he whispers, running his thumb along your bottom lip, before leaning forward and softly pressing his against yours. “You’re a lot nicer to look at,” he says, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes are warm, and looking at you intently. “You’re not a bother, meshla,” he a firms. “Even if you throw ice packs at me and threaten to give me a heart attack by suggesting that you take your medication dry,” he continues with a smirk, lightly poking your side, which pulls a small giggle out of you.

“You never could be,” he says softly, pressing his forehead against yours before replacing it with his lips, where he lingers. “And,” he speaks again, his voice half playful, half sincere. “If you are a bother, then you’re my bother, and it seems to me, meshla, that you’re the prettiest bother I have.”

*

That night, you sleep, for the first time in a week, the whole night through, your pain much diminished, and your heart much less troubled, because Kix is there, his strong arms holding you tightly, and his skilled hands, gentle but unwaveringly steady as they hold you together.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 36)

Tw: medical stuff, needles

This chapter is just flexing how Yves is this barbie character who had done all the jobs

Part 37

You twiddle your fingers as you wait for Yves to come back. He told you that his souvenirs were in his car, so he had to collect them.

Yves left his handbag next to you. He only took his keys with him.

Your fingers twitched as you fought back the urge to go through his items again, wondering what else he had packed after coming back from his trip. It looks slightly bigger than the previous one.

In the end, you decided not to. Instead, you went for your phone and skimmed through your notifications. Most of which are from nosy acquaintances asking you about what happened. They must have known it was you, because no one else wanted to associate themselves with Evangeline.

You frowned. It reminded you of the horrific incident and the fact that you didn't have a lot of real friends.

Yves's words during the first few days interacting with him stuck in your head, he told you that you tend to pull away when someone begins to reciprocate your willingness to form a bond; as a form of self protection. Well, you tried not doing that with Evangeline, look where it got you.

You reflected some more.

But then, you did lean into Yves's affection, albeit reluctantly at first. It earned you a beautiful, wealthy and caring boyfriend.

You took a deep breath and sighed. Looks like it depends on luck then. Is there really no way to discern whether a person will turn out to be another Yves or Evangeline? You still wanted friends as you belong to a social species after all, and you need to build up your contacts for the future of your career.

Perhaps you could use Yves as a litmus test. His instincts were right with the blonde, it would be very likely he could tell if someone is good for you or not.

But it left a bad taste in your mouth thinking that you have to rely on him for something as seemingly trivial as this. Are you really that hopeless? Do you really need your boyfriend to decide who you should hang out with?

You don't even know who his friends are! He must have loads, he's an older man with tonnes of experience, unlike a fresh-out-the-womb 20-something struggling with homework. This doesn't seem very fair, isn't it?

You need to find an appropriate time to bring this up to him. It wouldn't be nice if you were to ask him about it while you're opening his imported gifts.

The door opening caught your attention. It's your nurse. She gave you a polite yet tired smile and told you that she was going to prepare your next dose of IV antibiotics.

You watched her flutter around the dressing trolley, following proper procedures as she worked her way around glass vials and numerous needles. God knows what powder or liquid was she working with, but you just knew her pace was fast, rushed, even. Of course, she must have done this more times than you can count, you put your full trust into this nurse of yours.

She hung the infusion bag onto the metal stand. You were so invested in her movements that you didn't notice the door opened and someone else entered your room.

She was about to flush your cannula with saline, bringing the syringe onto the opening but suddenly a familiar, well-manicured hand shot out to restrain her wrist, preventing the professional from proceeding further. The pressure applied to her joint must be quite high, as she winced at the slender fingers digging into her gloved flesh.

You and her snapped your neck to Yves, who had a wide-eyed glower directed at your nurse.

"Careless." He spat, glaring daggers at your medical caretaker.

You looked at the setup. Everything seems fine to you, and you were embarrassed that Yves overreacted. What does he know about these? He's a mathematician, not a medical doctor. Yves ignored the uncomfortable expression on your face and continued scrutinizing the nurse under his dour stare.

His harsh comment made her recheck her work, from the contents of the syringe to the state of the tubing. She jolted in shock at her errors and sputtered apologies, she asked if Yves could let her go so that she could correct her mistakes.

"No. Fetch me your supervisor." Yves was undeniably stern, you even felt prosecuted despite his words not being directed towards you.

She wordlessly nodded, only then did Yves let her go. She scurried out of the room, leaving you and Yves alone.

Yves sanitized his hands, using the pump bottle of rubbing alcohol from the metal trolley. You were alarmed when he went ahead to reclamp your cannula himself.

You voiced your concerns over his actions, nervously eyeing when he took an alcohol wipe without prior permission to disinfect the opening. Was what she did so terrible, that Yves has to leave her to the brink of tears?

"Her negligence would have killed you, (name)." Yves nonchalantly stated as he disposed of the wrapper and wipes into a biohazardous waste bin.

You asked how so.

He lifted up the syringe that was about to inject sterile fluids into your cannula.

"Air bubbles." You saw that there was a small gap between the mouth and the liquid surface.

Yves sets it down back onto its tray, crossing his arms before turning his attention to the tubing. It's resting on the floor. "Contamination."

Yves picked it up and brought it nearer to your face, tracing his finger along it to show you the numerous air bubbles in the line. "Failure to prime."

He dropped it back onto the floor. Yves shook his head in disapproval when he looked at the label plastered onto the IV bag. "Wrong medication. It's a wonder how she managed to even step foot into a healthcare institution as anything other than a patient."

Yves tucked stray strands of his hair behind his ear. He stared at your astonished face, he knew you had a plethora of questions that you wanted to ask him. But all he did was smile before planting a kiss on your forehead, ruining his previous cleanup as there was a clear lipstick print on your otherwise clean forehead.

That was kiss number 48. You missed how the corners of his lips twitched downwards momentarily, Yves needs to control himself more. He wouldn't want you to be sick of him again so soon.

You had your attention on the door when a knock was heard. The door opens and a head poked in, someone who you didn't recognize. You assume that it's the Nurse's manager.

"Mr. Yves...?" She called.

Your boyfriend affectionately cups your face, staring into your eyes for a bit, as if silently telling you that he will be back later. He let you go and took his handbag with him, he didn't say a word until the door was closed.

__

Yves came back a while later, surprising you with his hair neatly tied into a bun.

"Hello again, beloved." He greeted you, placing his bag onto a chair. Yves rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sculpted forearms with old scars and washed his hands using the sink and soap dispenser installed in your room. You noted that he took his time doing so.

He dried it properly with the paper towels provided.

"I will be your attending nurse today." He threw the damp towel into the trashbin. Yves then disinfected his hands one more time using the rubbing alcohol from the dressing trolley. "...and tomorrow."

You thought and prayed hard that it was a joke. But it was clear it wasn't, when he began preparing your IV antibiotic drip like how the nurse did it, except he's doing it much more fluidly and confidently. There were steps that you didn't remember her doing, but his dexterity in utilizing the syringes, mixing the drug and even removing the packages was immaculate.

"...and the day after that." He continued, removing the previous infusion bag from the IV stand. Yves replaced it with a newly prepared packet. "...Until I deem you healthy enough to be discharged."

Your eyes were trained on his fingers, which are toggling with the roller clamp. Your eyes darted everywhere as he pierced, pinch and twist as needed. He never once spared a glance at your increasingly agitated state.

You told him only the doctor can make this decision for you.

He chuckled as if you told him something funny. "Then, I will be your attending doctor as well." Yves went ahead and flicked the tubing thoroughly until there were no air bubbles left. He then tucked it safely onto the clamp, ensuring that it didn't touch anywhere else.

You looked around, is there no one to stop him? Is this even allowed?

He disinfected his hands one more time with rubbing alcohol. You asked why he isn't using a pair of gloves.

"Gloves... used in administering Intravenous Infusions like this are mainly to protect the medical personnel from infection." Said Yves as he cleaned the cannula opening with an alcohol wipe. "I am not handling anyone else and the ones they're providing are non-sterile. I might as well use my bare, thoroughly disinfected hands."

Yves unclamped your cannula. "My skin is intact." He continued, flicking the syringe filled with sterile fluid and pushing the piston up to expel any fatal air bubbles. "I practiced proper hand hygiene. There is no risk of contamination." He assured.

Before you could protest, Yves already flushed the tube to ensure it was patent. You kept your mouth shut, hoping that he truly knows what he is doing and not sending you to an early grave.

You squeezed your eyes shut and let him do his magic. There was a sudden beep from the heart monitor next to you.

"(name)."

You turned to look at him. He looked at you with softened eyes.

"I know what I am doing."

Only after that, you realize your laborious breathing. There was something in his voice that calmed you down, enough to show your heart rate has slowed to a normal resting speed.

He completed the administration, taping the tube and cannula to your wrist using surgical tape.

You watched him adjust the drip rate, double-checking his work before cleaning everything up.

You were dumbfounded. Who is Yves? A wealthy mathematic researcher, who was once an attorney, lecturer, perhaps even a parole officer and now, an ex qualified Nurse and doctor?

He rolled his sleeves back down after drying his skin. Yves then took his time to write something down on a logbook that's strangely empty save for your name and details. He scribbled the name of your antibiotic, dose and signature.

He closed it and kept it away. Yves turned to you and caressed your cheek.

"Yes, my love?" He responded to your incessant staring. Yves sat on the edge of your bed as he began playing with your hair.

You have too many questions, they all tried coming out but it's jammed in your mind. So you sealed your lips and shook your head, dismissing his attention.

He smiled, giving you another on the forehead.

That was kiss #49.

[niki-phoria]

thank you for finally making some male!reader stuff for leon! i wish more people at least used gender neutral pronouns or were open to trying to write male readers, its tough on x reader tumblr as a trans guy!

would you ever feel comfortable writing a scenario with a trans ftm reader? like leon helping them take their injections, or just general reassurance about their identity? if not, that’s cool too! thank you for the amazing food and i hope you continue writing ! <3

pairing: leon x trans male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 881

warnings: needles, leon giving reader a shot

includes: slightly nervous leon, i'm not on t (yet ://) so maybe this is inaccurate but i googled how to give t shots lmao, i should write trans reader more

a/n: thank you for requesting :)) i'm also trans (i constantly switch between nonbinary and demiboy as labels) so i don't mind writing reqs like this at all !! i hope you like it <33

additional note: i want more leon reqs pls i love writing for him

requests open !! read my rules first

rays of sunlight shine through your opened blinds, casting the room in a gentle glow. you stir awake at the brightness and lazily blink yourself awake for a few seconds before laying back down on your bed. leon’s arm rests around your waist to keep you in his hold. 

a tranquil silence hangs in the air. you smile as you shift a little closer to him, taking the time to admire your sleeping lover. you raise a hand up to brush a few stray blonde locks behind his ear to fully expose his face. you trail your fingertips down leon’s sharp jawline. he stirs slightly at the feeling but otherwise remains in a peaceful sleep. 

your hand gently traces along his soft skin, finally resting against his cheek. it isn’t often that leon allows you to fully admire him and his beauty. you can think of countless times when he’d shrink away from you, cheeks flushed a light pink as he playfully pushed you away or covered his face with his hands. 

leon’s eyebrows furrow slightly when you brush your thumb against his cheek. he blinks a few times as he stirs awake. he smiles, pulling you a little closer to his chest. “good morning love.” his morning voice is raspier than usual. he shifts to rest his head in the crook of your neck, pressing a peck against your skin. 

“morning,” you hum. you bring your hand up, gently raking it through his hair. leon lets out a content sigh as you twist the soft strands between your fingers. his hand ghosting against your hips slides underneath your - his - shirt to rub small circles against your bare skin. “we don’t have any plans today so we can stay in bed for as long as you want.” 

leon smiles, shifting just enough so you can lean against his chest instead. “when’s your next shot?” 

“today.” you sit up to stretch your arms out as leon watches from his position on your shared bed. “i’ve actually been thinking, and… i want you to help. if you’re okay with it, of course. i know it’s a shot and you’re not a huge fan of needles but-” 

leon cuts you off by pressing a sweet kiss against your lips. he smiles when you pull away, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. “i’d be honored to help you.” 

you pull him into a final kiss before getting out of bed with a small smile. “i’ll go get everything.” 

leon is sitting up on the edge of your bed when you return. he fidgets with his fingers for a few seconds as you everything out on your bedside table before reaching over to take his hand into yours. you squeeze it gently for reassurance. “are you sure you want to do this?” 

“yeah,” he nods. “will you talk me through this?” 

“of course,” you nod. “here.” leon takes the syringe, carefully removing it from the packaging and taking the needle cover off. “push the needle down into the rubber stopper,” you instruct. leon sets the vial down on a table as your hands hover over his to help him carefully insert it. “now flip it upside down and fill it to the line.” 

“like this?” he asks, carefully taking the medication into the syringe. 

“that’s perfect,” you smile. “then pull it out and check for air bubbles.” leon carefully flicks the side of the syringe until you nod, pulling the band of your sweatpants down to expose your thigh. you chuckle as his face flushes slightly as you reach over to grab an alcohol pad to clean the skin. 

leon remains silent as you position his hands against the middle of your thigh, angling the needle correctly. “push down in one motion.” he glances up at you for reassurance one final time. you nod, gently resting your hands on top of his. “don’t worry. you’ll do great. i know you will.”

he nods, carefully pushing the needle down and then injecting the medication in a single, smooth motion. “good. that was perfect,” you smile, removing the needle yourself and setting it aside in a designated sharps box. leon’s eyes linger on your leg as you move to sit beside him once again. 

“does it hurt?” 

“the shot? no. it feels kinda like a flu shot, but… better,” you smile. leon brushes a hand against your thigh for a second before you move to pull your sweatpants back up. you move a little closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “what are you so busy thinking about?” 

leon wraps an arm around your waist as you shift to straddle his lap. his hands ghost against your hips as he leans up to pull you into a sweet kiss. “it’s just… i’m so lucky to have you. you’re smart, and loyal, and handsome,” you cut him off with a chuckle that makes him smile before he keeps going. “you’re everything i could ever hope for in a boyfriend. i’m so in love with you.” 

you smile, tilting his head up and pulling him into another kiss. leon smiles into it, lips quirking upwards against your own. you press a final peck against his lips when you pull away. “i’m in love with you too.” 

[thursdaygxrls]

Helloooo (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠). Maybe ST 4 steve Harrington x femreader ? Where steve thinks he looks great flirting with reader but he gets embarrassed when he sees a robin camera recording (because robin was spying on them). Maybe a cute and fluffy ending between steve and reader???.

I know it doesn't make much sense but it seems kind of cute to me and I'm still in love with joe keery 😞💗

I love your beautiful writing. Have a nice night/day. Bay!💗

~🦕

stop because i loveeee this. i’m convinced this happened at some point or another canonically.

Fast Times at Family Video

summary — steve’s great a flirting. that is, until robin gets involved.

pairing — steve harrington x fem!reader

disclaimer — i do not own stranger things, the characters, or that gif.

warnings — steve harrington thinking he’s the shit

“So, you liked Fast Times?” He asked, strategically leaning against one of the shelves in the narrow aisle. From this angle, she could get a perfect view of his arms.

“Yeah,” she grinned at him, her fingers gently smoothing a patch of her shirt, “It was fun…and sort of stupid. A nice simple watch.”

“Have you seen The Breakfast Club?” He asks, an easy smile on his lips, “It’s a little less lighthearted as Fast Times, but I have a feeling you’ll like it.” He stood up from his relaxed position and bent down a bit, thumbing through the stack of VHS tapes under a shelf labeled ‘Teen Comedies.’ Eventually, he landed on the tape.

“Here you go,” he grinned, handing it to her.

“Rad, thanks,” she smiled back. When she took it from him, their fingers brushed, and the familiar ring of her nervous giggle sounded in his ears just like he hoped it would.

“Anything else you’re looking for?” He stretched as he spoke, his arms coming behind his back. The movement causes his shirt to stretch with him, and the unbuttoned collar of his polo shirt reveals a few of his scruffy chest hairs. She noticed, just like he knew she would.

“Uh, yeah—” Her eyes met his a bit sheepishly, “—I was thinking something scary.”

“Something scary?” Steve repeats, his smile widening, “Sure thing.” He leads her down the aisle and past a few customers scanning the shelves until he eventually lands in the horror section.

“Alright,” he begins, glancing up at down at the shelves, “You have your classics, of course: Psycho, The Exorcist. But, if you want something really scary—” He slips a VHS tape from the shelf, “—I’d go with this.”

The title reads Re-Animator. On the cover, there’s a man in a lab coat holding a syringe of neon liquid. In front of the man is a decapitated head on a pan, and behind him is the rest of the body, reaching out to grab him. She studies it with a smile on her face.

“What do you think?” He asks, waiting for her reaction. He’s impatient, almost nervous. It’s just a movie recommendation, but he so badly wants her to like it.

“Looks scary.” She nods, looking back to him. A wide grin breaks out on his face at that. It’s the perfect opening. Once again, he leans against the shelf, his eyes taking her in with a calculated calmness.

“Y’know, if it seems too scary, I could always watch it with you,” he says nonchalantly, “I have a pretty nice setup at my place, too. Speakers—”

He freezes when he hears a familiar raspy laugh. Though she tries to stifle it, when Steve’s eyes meet the end of a camcorder lens that’s poking through the horror shelf, Robin knows she’s been caught.

“Robin!” Steve exclaims, shoving his hand towards the camera, “What the hell?”

“I wasn’t doing anything,” she protests, though, she can’t help but let another laugh slip, “I just wanted to make sure you were properly helping one of our customers.”

“Were you spying?” His eyes widen even further, and he feels himself flush at the thought.

“I wouldn’t call it spying,” Robin shakes her head, “More like…employee analysis.”

Steve lets out a groan, and when he turns away from Robin and back to the girl he’d been talking with, she’s miraculously still there. She looks a bit nervous, but she also can’t contain the small smile on her lips.

“Hey, Robin.” She waves through the shelf where Robin’s face has replaced the camcorder lens.

“Hey,” Robin replies happily, taking in the VHS tapes in her hand, “Breakfast Club? Haven’t you rented that one like ten times already?”

At this, it’s her turn to be embarrassed. Her eyes widen at Robin’s words, and she spares a quick glance at Steve. Though his cheeks are still dusted a light pink, he looks confused. Her attention quickly switches back to Robin.

“Yeah,” she says softly, “Um, I guess I have.”

“Still a good choice,” Robin gives her a knowing smile, “Well, I gotta motor. I’m gonna go rewatch everything I just recorded. Steve, keep showing off that chest hair for me.”

Before Steve could even think of a reply, Robin is off, scampering down the aisle. He lets out another groan, wiping his face with his hands. His eyes peek out between his fingers.

“You’ve seen Breakfast Club?” He asks, looking at her.

“A couple times,” she responds.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” His brows furrow at her admission, “I could’ve found something you haven’t seen before.”

“Well,” she lets out one of those nervous giggles that’s just music to his ears, “You seemed pretty excited about it. And I don’t mind watching it again.”

Steve looks at her, and all of his cockiness evaporates. For the last few weeks, every time he’d seen her enter the store, he’d been able to put up a flirty front, to make her laugh and smile. But now, he can’t help but feel downright nervous.

“Oh?” He tilts his head at her words, though, he’s regained none of his swagger.

“Yeah,” she responds, “It gave me an excuse to look at your smile.”

He cracks a grin at that, both flattered and flustered. It was easy for him to put on the ‘pretty boy’ act, to talk to girls, to be confident. But at her words, he melts a bit.

“I could’ve just smiled at you anyway,” he shrugs, the wide grin still on his lips.

“I guess you could’ve,” she laughs, “But, I already have the tape. And I wouldn’t mind rewatching it with company.”

“With company?” He repeats, and his grin turns into a downright goofy smile.

“Totally,” she nods, “And, like you said, Re-Animator seems pretty scary. I’d hate to watch it alone.”

“It is pretty scary,” he chuckles.

“If we’re gonna be watching these together, does that mean I get your discount?” She asks, a smile on her lips.

“Is that all you’re interested in? A discount?” He jokes. He’s unable to contain his excitement as he watches her.

“No, but it’s a perk.” She let’s out a soft laugh and grins.

“Well, then,” he says, gently taking the tapes from her hands, “How does Saturday sound?”

“Saturday sounds great,” she replies.

“Sounds great for me to!” Robin interjects, passing by the two with a cart of movies labeled ‘To Be Returned.’

“Robin!” Steve exclaims once more, huffing at the interruption. With a sigh, he turns back to the girl before him and smiles.

“I’ll go ring these up,” he grins, “They’re on me.”

After a moment of shy goodbyes, he returns to the counter and logs the tapes under his account. Free movies were a part of the job, so why not use it? He couldn’t stop smiling as he slipped the tapes under the counter, making sure to take them home when his shift ended.

“Are you abusing company policy?” Robin gasps out dramatically, sliding by him on the ‘To Be Returned’ cart. He shoots her a glare, and she puts her hands up defensively.

“Hey, big man, I come in peace,” she says as she reaches into her pocket, producing a scrap of paper, “Your girl had to go, but asked me to give you this.”

Steve takes it from her hands, eyeing her suspiciously. Though she’s technically not ‘his girl’ yet, he makes no attempt at correcting Robin. He unfolds the paper and smiles when he looks down at it. In rushed handwriting, there’s a number scrawled across the page and a note written underneath:

Page me about Saturday? :)

a/n — i haven’t written for stranger things in forever, i hope this is good, but i literally have no clue. i really loved this request, keep ‘em coming!! also, if you’d like to be added to my stranger things taglist or any other taglist of mine, you can the form attached to my page navigation post (it’s pinned).

[spectrechosts]

Date Night - Chapter 5

Alice finds all sorts of fun things while she works.

Full Series

Alice produced a vial of pinkish liquid and carefully drew it into a syringe as Senna put the finishing touches on the dragonfly sleeve she'd tied Willow's arms into.

"Now, you're sure you want to do this?" She asked, depressing the plunger until a bead of aphrodisiac venom dripped off the tip of the needle. "If you tap out we can try to keep you comfortable, but you'll just have to ride it out until it wears off."

"Totally sure!" Willow answered, gently wiggling in her restraints. She was knelt on the bed, knees held apart by a spreader bar and feet tied together. She looked as if there was no place in the world she'd rather be.

"Don't have to tell me twice." Alice said, injecting her with the venom. Willow drew a sharp breath at the needle's sting, nuzzling into Senna for comfort.

"I know, sweet thing. She's so mean to you." Senna cooed.

"She loves how mean I am." Alice countered, carefully discarding the used needle and joining them on the bed. "How's it feel?"

"Um, tingly? Like a, like a spreading, um… tingly…… uh………" Willow trailed off, her skin flushing and her heart beating faster as it took effect. "…Good. Feels good." She mumbled.

Alice and Senna withdrew from her, simply watching as she fell deeper into the venom's grasp.

"It's, it's intense." She panted, sweat beading on her skin. "I-I can feel everything. T-Touch me, please? I need it, I really need it."

Senna relented first, tracing her fingertip up Willow's side, making her shiver with delight.

"Cute." She hummed.

"M-More? Please?"

"Of course, pet." Alice said, trailing her fingers up the inside of Willow's thigh before pulling them away, making her squirm and whine as she dripped wetness.

"Aww, she's so sensitive!" She teased.

"More, I need it, I, I can't…" Willow whined, her eyes unfocused and breath ragged.

"My, she's really worked up. I wonder if…" Senna murmured, bringing her lips to Willow's ear. "Cum for me, pretty thing."

Willow gasped, nearly toppling over into Senna's arms before she caught her by her bindings and steadied her.

"C-can't- please-" She whined, desperate for one of them to touch her, to ease the burn of the venom.

"Oh that's so cute, let me try." Alice said, a wicked grin on her face. "Cum, pet. Now."

Willow groaned and struggled to press her legs together, the spreader bar preventing her from reaching even that tiny amount of relief.

"No, she can't do it." Alice said. "Maybe we need to train her more."

"Maybe she just needs some encouragement to try harder." Senna thought out loud, making Alice tilt her head curiously. She grabbed Willow's cheeks and made her look her in the eyes. "What color, Willow?"

Willow squinted, trying hard to think through the fog. "Green?"

"Good, good girl. I'm going to give you an order you have to obey, okay?"

"Okay!" She answered dreamily.

"Gooood good girl." She said, turning on her hypnotic charm. "You know your mistresses love you, yes?"

"Yess." She said, falling into Senna's blackened eyes.

"And that makes you so happy, doesn't it? My beautiful girl…"

"Yeaahh…"

"So what you're going to do for us, is every time one of us tells you we love you, you're going to cum for us, okay?"

"Okaaayyy…"

"Wow, and I'm mean to her." Alice interjected, as Senna broke her hypnotic stare and Willow blinked and shook her head.

"Yeah, wait, what?" Willow asked. "That- That won't actually-"

"It miiight." Senna purred. "Only one way to find out…"

Willow prickled under their hungry eyes. "H-Hey, wait- Just, just touch me? Please?"

"Oh, but then how would you know how we feel about you pet?" Alice said, looming over her like a predator about to pounce.

"I- Come on- It's so much-" She whined, fully in the venom's grasp now that Senna wasn't stealing her attention anymore. "Please?"

"Hmm, maybe we should be nice to her…" Senna said, a mischievous smirk forming on her lips.

"Please? T-Touch?"

"Oh? And why do you think that, Senna?"

"Please?"

"Oh, you know why Alice."

"C-Cmon…"

"Do I?"

"Pleeeaaase I need something anything-"

"Why, it's because…."

"Nonononono please-"

"I…"

"You two are so fucking mean to me-"

"Looooove her!"

A choked cry escaped Willow's lips as her body jerked, her muscles clenching as she was forced to try and obey. She balled her hands into fists so hard her nails broke the skin, her entire body tensing for a release that never came. She whined as the suggestion passed, leaving her still so painfully needy.

"O-Ow, fuck, please I can't please just touch m-"

"I love her toooo, Senna!" Alice cooed; sickeningly, mockingly sweet.

"FUCGKH-" Willow gurgled, mouth full of drool as she convulsed again.

"Ahaha, oh that's really something. Ohhh this might be too mean. This is too mean." Alice said, watching her squirm. "But she's so fucking cute. Maybe, maybe just a few more. You go again."

"Gladly. Willoooowwww..?"

"P-Please-" Willow panted.

"We love you so much."

She thrashed against her bonds, squealing.

"We love you…"

"I love you…"

"And I love you…"

Willow let out a tortured groan, the combined effects of the venom and hypnosis completely ruining her.

"Okay, okay we have to stop for real." Alice said, giggling. "She's- We have to be nice. This is too much. You're okay pet, you're okay, we've got you."

"We love you."

"Senna!" Alice hissed as one final choked sob was ripped from Willow's chest.

"I'm done, I'm done." Senna said, putting her hands up. "We're nice."

"We're nice." Alice agreed, slipping her fingers into Willow's drenched slit. She sighed in relief and sank into Alice, nuzzling her face into her, desperate for as much contact as she could get. "That's it pet, you did so well."

"P-Please-" Willow whimpered.

"Tell me what you need, pet." Alice said, as Senna rejoined them and cuddled up to Willow's back.

"You- You have to say it, I need- Tell me you love me, please-" Willow begged, and Alice could feel herself turn red.

"Fuck, that's hot." She cursed.

"Yeah, that's- Wow." Senna said, similarly flustered.

The two of them each leaned into an ear, and in unison whispered: "We love you, Willow."

Willow clenched hard around her fingers and squealed with delight, finally able to obey the order etched into her psyche and alleviate the venom's ache. "Fffuck, again, fuck-"

"Love youuuu."

"Love you so much, sweet girl."

She moaned and babbled into Alice's shoulder as she came again. "I Luh-huhhh-"

"I know pet, I love you too."

She shivered and went limp in their arms, breathless, and Alice placed a gentle kiss on her head. "I think she needs a little break, why don't you undo the-"

"No!" Willow said, snapping to attention. "More, I want more!"

"Such a greedy thing, look what you did to her Alice."

"Are you sure you can take more, pet?"

"Yes, please!" She whined. "Say you love me more, keep fucking me, fuck-"

"Since when do I take orders from you?" Alice asked, smiling down at her.

"More!" Said Willow, punctuating her demand with a gentle headbutt.

"Okay, but only because I love you."

Willow giggled deliriously as the words set her off again.

~

"Fuck, I can't feel my legs." Willow mumbled, dazed and splayed out in between the two vampires.

"You kept saying you didn't need breaks." Said Alice.

"Yeah, and I was right. That was amazing."

"Yeah. You did so well, my beautiful girl." Senna murmured, stroking her hair. "I love you."

Willow giggled and squirmed, giddy.

"Senna…" Alice grumbled. "You said you undid it."

"I did undo it!"

"No, it's, it's not that." Willow said. "It just, it just felt really good to hear."

"Did you pavlov our fucking girlfriend?"

"Not intentionally?"

"Hey." Alice said, grabbing Willow's attention. "Love you."

She squirmed and made a blissful noise.

"You pavloved our fucking girlfriend."

"I think you're at least a little to blame for giving her weird sex poisons."

"I'll gladly take the blame, this is adorable. Love you Willow."

"Ohmygosh stoppppp"

"Love youuu."

"We love you Willooow."

"Stop iiiiiiiiit"