#egon x the goo

[multifandomfanficss]

Never Listen To Venkman

Egon Spengler x Reader

(With platonic!Peter Venkman)

Prompt: When you and Peter are left alone to experiment with a suspicious, blue, viscous slime, things go south and Egon comes home to you having a paranormal induced panic attack.

Warnings: panic attacks, autistic meltdowns, sensory issues, detailed descriptions of sensory issues, feeling uncomfortable in one’s own skin.

A/N: Back in my Ghostbusters era. It is contractually obligated that I must re-obsess every time a new movie comes out. I’ve loved Egon since I was a little kid. I can’t believe I’ve never written for him. The italics are flashbacks. This is crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

The reader is intended to be autistic, but can be read any way you’d like. Anyone is allowed to relate and see themselves in the reader wether they’re autistic or not!

You were sitting at your desk with in your small shared lab with Egon in the firehouse when you heard footsteps. You thought you had been home alone until Peter walked in.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going on a double date with Winston while Ray and Egon were at the movie.” You questioned him, putting down your pen. You had been taking notes on a new kind of slime the boys had found. It was different from the other slime they’d found last month when Vigo was trying to take over. While Vigo’s slime was pink in color, this slime was blue and had a more viscous consistency.

“Oscar had a fever, so Dana and I decided to cancel. She thinks he’s getting his first tooth.” Peter smiles. Despite the jokes he’s made and the amount of times he’s said he was nowhere near ready to be a father, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy being back with Dana again and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love Oscar just as much as he loved her.

“Did Winston still go?” You ask.

“Oh, yeah. He’s probably back in her apartment with the bed rocking as we speak. No way he’s coming home tonight.” Peter laughed at his own joke as you cringe.

“You’re disgusting.” You roll your eyes.

“What are you up to tonight? Got a hot date with a slime? Not too different from your usual dating life.” He chuckles.

“You’re such a dick, Venkman. I figured while everybody was out tonight I’d try to find out SOMETHING about this new slime. Egon and I have been studying it for two days and we have literally nothing.” You gesture to the blue goo on your desk.

“Do you need help?” He asks.

“Are you offering to help me on your night off?” You ask, shocked.

“I’ve got nothing better to do.” Peter shrugs.

“Are you gonna take it seriously?” You hesitate.

“I’m always serious!” Peter bluffs. Peter was never serious. Egon was always serious. His bluntness and black and white thinking had always been a comfort to you. He wasn’t some puzzle you had to figure out. He just was. Being with him wasn’t a guessing game the same way it was with Peter.

“Somehow that’s hard to believe, but I could really use your expertise in parapsychology, so I’ll say yes.” You sigh. You know this probably isn’t the best idea, but Peter knows more about this topic than you do. You’d be stupid to reject his help.

“If you’ll be the subject, I’ll run the experiment.” He says, taking out the helmet with wires.

“Okay.” You agree. Once the helmet is on you should be connected to a series of machines able to read the energy of your emotions, as well as the slime itself, giving you a more direct connection without touching. Peter starts asking you a series of questions, trying to draw different emotional responses.

“Think of a time when you were happy, really happy.” He prompts. Your mind, wandered around the room, trying to think of something, when your eyes landed on Egon’s book sitting on his desk.

It made you think of the first time you realized you had deep feelings for him. While you’d always thought he was attractive, you realized your feelings were deeper than you thought, far beyond a harmless little crush, one day when he let you borrow his book. As you read his notes in the margins you were able to analyze things like him, see the world through his eyes. You saw how his brain connected and processed things. You always liked the person he’d shown you, but writing in the margins is different. When you take notes in a book, you’re not putting on a mask for people to see. Notes in the margins are just for you. There’re your unfiltered thoughts. Seeing who Egon was when nobody was watching was different. He was funny, smart, deep, curious, not as confident as he pretended to be; he didn’t censor himself in his books. He wasn’t quiet in his books. Reading his margins felt intimate.

“You’re thinking about Spengler, aren’t you?” Venkman teases.

“Why would you say that?” You look at him, embarrassed.

“Because you’re in loooooove!” Peter mocks.

“Can we change the subject?” You practically beg.

“Think of a moment where you were uncomfortable.” Peter prompts.

“This conversation.” You fiddle with your fingers.

“No, really. I wanna see how it reacts to discomfort.”

“Fine.” You sigh. You think back to one of your many lab accidents. Working in a lab with sensory issues is never easy and that was something you and Egon both struggled with.

You think back to the day when you superglued your fingers shut by accident. You got them apart, but you couldn’t get the the residue off. You started to hyperventilate, on the verge of tears. You wanted to hit your hands on things, but you knew that wouldn’t help. You couldn’t peel off the glue without peeling off your skin.

“What’s wrong?” Egon looked at you puzzled, and a bit worried.

“Superglue! I- I- I can’t get it off!” You shake your hands, violently, your whole body is tensed up.

Egon quickly takes a bottle out from his desk drawer and runs over to you. He grabs your hands.

“Look at me, (Y/N). It’s okay. I’ll take off all the residue.” He promises, giving you a soft smile. Despite not liking seeing you in such discomfort, he forces the smile to help calm you down. He begins to massage the liquid from the bottle onto your fingers with a rag.

“See, it’s okay. It’s coming off.” He continues to speak softly, calming you.

“What is that stuff?” You ask.

“I wish I could say it’s some sort of fancy, scientific, protective disinfectant, but as it so happens it’s only nail polish remover.” You both chuckle quietly. “Janine gave it to me the last time I got superglue on something and couldn’t get it off.” He smiles down at your hands, still focused on getting the last little bit off.

“This slime is so different from the mood slime. I thought I saw it let go of a bubble, but it’s mostly doing nothing. I think it might be dead. I think it might be time to bury it in the backyard.” Peter begins to fake sob.

“Knock it off.” You laugh. “What backyard? This is Manhattan!”

“You should try touching it.” Peter suggests.

“Egon, said I should under no circumstances touch it directly, especially while he’s not here.” You inform him.

“Well Egon, is being overprotective. Nothing bad happened when everyone else touched the pink slime and I accidentally ate green slime once.” Venkman says.

“What do you mean accidentally?” You ask.

“It was our first mission. Slimer ran through me. It was a whole thing. I think you should touch it… You might be able to figure out what it is before Spengler gets back…” He tries to change your mind.

“You’re sure there were no serious side effects from touching the other slimes?” You ask, hesitantly. Egon would be annoyed if he found out you went against his pleas to keep your hands away from the plasma, but you wanted to impress him.

“Nothing serious. I grew an extra pinky, but they cut it off.” He jokes.

“Haha, very funny, Venkman.” You roll your eyes.

“Fine.” You sigh, taking a deep breath before plunging your hand into the blue viscous goo. “Oh…This is literally fine.” You feel no effect, but when your heart rate picks up you realize you spoke too soon. You fall onto the floor, knocking over the slime. You feel like your heart is racing, like it could beat out of your chest and you can’t suck enough air into your lungs. You’re terrified.

“(Y/N)!” Peter yells, rushing to the floor to help you. He tries to touch the the hand not covered in blue slime, but you push him away, sobbing. You don’t want him anywhere near you. You’re slipping away from reality into a deep state of panic and paranoia.

“Please! No!” You sob. It’s the only thing you can manage to get out. You barley recognize Peter anymore. He doesn’t feel like a friend. He feels like a threat.

“Honestly, the movie was quite terrible. Ray stopped for a 99 cent pizza on the corner. What did you- (Y/N)?!” Egon speaks as he enters the room, cutting himself off when he notices you’re in distress.

“Pete, what happened?!” Egon questions once he sees Venkman.

“We were doing an experiment and they touched the goo and they just started freaking out. They won’t let me near them.” Peter tells him, obviously shaken. You hear the two men, but you don’t process them. It’s like you’re underwater.

“This is different from their usual sensory issues. I think they’re having a panic attack.” Egon kneels in front of you. “(Y/N), you’re okay. You’re safe. You’re in the firehouse. I’m here.” He tells you slowly.

“I- I can’t breathe!” You gasp for air.

“Your lungs are expanding and contracting at a rate too fast for your body to intake oxygen. I need you to try to breathe slow and deep with me. In…and out. Nice and slow.” He prompts. “Peter, I need latex gloves and towels.” Venkman could have made multiple jokes about Egon’s command, but looking at you this way made him uneasy. It wasn’t the right time. After being handed the gloves, Egon slipped them on and got to work cleaning off your slime covered arm. You begin to sob, overwhelmed by the feeling of the slime, the latex gloves, and the towel. It was difficult to handle on top of your panic attack. “Peter, we need to get them into the decontamination shower.”

“No!” You gasp between sobs.

“Come, on. I’ll go with you. We can get all the plasma off of you.” Egon speaks softly, but with a gentle urgency, as he tries to coax you to the shower. You shake your head no. “Are you against touch right now?” He asks.

“They did not like when I touched them.” Venkman warns.

“Only you-“ You break out in a sob. It doesn’t even cross your mind that you may be offending Peter by only wanting Egon. Luckily he’s not offended. Egon begins to take off his glove to provide skin to skin contact on the arm not drenched in slime in an effort to comfort you.

“Aren’t you worried about getting that stuff on you?” Venkman questions, worried Egon will shutdown like you.

“I’m getting in the decontamination shower anyway.” Egon shrugs, turning to you. He takes your hand in his, softly rubbing the top with his thumb.

“But- but your clothes will get all wet!” You sob. You knew Egon had his own sensory issues. You’d often have to help him when his long sleeves would get wet during experiments. It would drive him crazy. He avoided puddles like the plague and always had an umbrella nearby.

“Try not to worry about me right now. I just want you to focus on your breathing. I can always change my clothes.” He smiles. While it hurts him to see you so distressed, he was happy to know you cared about his comfort. “Let’s go shower. You can’t leave all that slime on you. I believe it’s worsening your mental state.” You nod, still crying.

“I’ll get them under the shower, I’ll need you to turn it on. Make sure not to touch the slime. I got a minuscule amount on my finger and it’s making me rather anxious. I can only imagine what this amount is doing to them.” Egon tells Peter. He helps you to stand, walking your trembling form over to the shower. “There we go. Just a few more steps. You’re doing wonderfully, (Y/N).” Egon softly attempts to comfort you.

Once you’re under the shower head, Venkman turns it on. Both you and Egon jolt at the sudden water pressure. He tightens both his jaw and his grip on you, holding his eyes shut tight. He can’t stand the feeling of his wet clothes against his body, but he’s brave for you. Once adjusted to the water, Egon begins to wash the slime off your body with care. Peter leaves to go upstairs and get you some towels. You feel the panic and paranoia start to leave your body. Despite still being incredibly anxious, you were starting to phase out of your slime induced panic attack. You lean against Egon, struggling to hold your own body weight. Maybe you’ll be more embarrassed tomorrow, but right now you just needed to be held. You were craving pressure on your body. You felt as if you would float off the ground if you weren’t held down. Egon wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer. He places a kiss on your forehead before placing his chin on top of your head. You snuggled into his chest, finding his pulse. You didn’t have the time or the bandwidth in your brain to think about what the kiss meant. You just wanted to be close to him.

“You’re okay, (Y/N). You’re safe.” Egon tells you. You’re not sure if it’s for your benefit or his. It’s for both, really.

You’re quiet for most of the night, unable to bring yourself to speak. Egon doesn’t mind. He thinks a verbal shutdown is more than understandable after the night you’ve had. After the shower, you follow Egon around the fire station. You don’t want to be alone right now. He doesn’t mind. He puts out some of his clothes for you to wear; pajama pants and one of his soft sweaters. He goes to leave the room for you to change, but you stop him.

“Can- can we just like? Turn around?” You ask. “I’m sorry. If you’re uncomfortable, that’s okay. I just really don’t wanna be alone right now.” You voice is hoarse from crying.

“Of course.” He smiles, turning around.

“I’m decent.” He informs you after a minute of rustling.

“Me too.” You tell him and you both turn around.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, near tears again. You feel awful for how tonight went. This was supposed to be the boys’ day off. Egon gives you a sad look.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You were just trying to help. Venkman told me he put you up to it anyway.” Egon sighs.

“I probably shouldn’t have listened to him.” You let out a sad chuckle, one tear slipping past you, down your cheek. You wipe it quickly.

“Never listen to Venkman.” Egon gives a sad laugh.

“At least we figured out what the slime does… Egon, can I ask you a question?” You hesitate.

“Well, you just did, but yes.” He smiles, joking to lighten the mood. You smile at him.

“Why did you do all that? You took off your gloves, putting yourself at risk and then you put yourself through sensory hell just to get me cleaned up.” You question him.

“Isn’t it obvious? (Y/N), I care about you.” You look at him, thinking about the tone in his words. You can’t quite decipher it, but there’s something else there. Is it possible he could feel the same way about you that you feel about him? “You should get some sleep.” He interrupts your thoughts. “If you’d rather not be alone, you may sleep in my room tonight. I would find it beneficial to monitor you overnight to watch for long lasting effects, anyway.” He adds.

“Only if that’s okay with you.” You hesitate.

“Of course it’s okay with me. I just suggested it.” He smiles.

Once you’re settled into bed, Egon turns off the lights and climbs in next to you.

“Egon, I’m still anxious.” You blurt out into the dark.

“Do you need pressure?” He asks.

“Yes.” You say, hoping he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he scoops you into his arms. You cuddle into his chest, surrounded by him, surrounded by safety. You know this should be weird, but it doesn’t feel weird. As Egon kisses the top of your forehead again, bidding you goodnight, you wonder what this all means. You wonder what you are to each other. You feel you’ve crossed the line as friends, but you’re too tired and too awkward and too anxious to talk about labels. You and Egon never quite fit into boxes as people anyway. Your relationship didn’t need to either. Whatever this was between you was comforting. It was safe and it was going to help you sleep tonight.

[janinemel]

Coffee for a week

author’s note: this is my first time writing for Ghostbusters so this is just a warm up and it may be OOC. also, im trying to understand tumblr so my formatting will be weird lol.

Pairing: Janine Melnitz x reader (PLATONIC)

Warnings: none

Not proofread

(gif credit as said above)

You weren’t really qualified for working in an office, your first day you had accidentally broken the printer and spilt coffee all over important documents. You cried of course but Janine assured you everything was fine. You’ve known her since you two were just little girls, you grew apart because you both had different interest. Eventually, you both had made your way back to each other when you had moved to Manhattan for university. Janine had let you move in with her and you both bonded like nothing ever happened.

“Janine?” You called out, entering HQ. You were completely soaked from the sudden rain, she had reminded you that it was going to rain but you had forgotten to carry your umbrella.

Janine came downstairs and gasped at the sight of you,”[your name]! You’re all soaked!” She quickly rushed to grab a towel and ran back to you. You gave her a nervous smile,”Sorry, you told me it was going to rain but I forgot.” You apologize. Shaking her head, she helped you dry off and get you into spare change of clothing.

Thankfully, you had a spare pair of clothing hanging around. After the guys came back from a bust, Ray accidentally dropped a container and some weird goo splattered on you. Janine brought you a change of clothes and now, you keep them around just in case.

“Hey, [your name]! Wow, your hair is soaked.” Ray said, coming up the stairs.

You shot a little smile at him,”Yeah, I accidentally forgot to bring an umbrella.” You said as you slipped your shoes on. Ray gave a little chuckle,”How was your classes? Isn’t it going to be spring break for you?” He asked, handing Janine some papers and whispered something to her to which she nodded. You began to fix your hair,”They were alright, I managed to finish my work early and they let me leave early. Next week will be spring break so that means I get to be around more often.” You said.

He nodded,”Good, it’s not the same when you’re not here. No offence, Janine.” He turned to her. She shrugged,”None taken.” She said as she got up to print some things. After you fixed your hair, you went to Janine’s desk and waited for her. Usually, she gives you things to do and you just run around HQ, doing them.

She came back and put the stacks of paper on the desk,”There’s not much you can do today, things had been slow especially with the rain. You can do a little cleaning, the boys haven’t been hygienic lately.” She commented, staring at Peter and Egon who came downstairs.

Peter stopped his tracks, Egon bumped into him and gave a little look,”What did we do?” Peter asked. Egon looked over at you two,”Take out every night,” Janine said, making you groan a bit after remembering that the guys have been ordering take out so you can’t even imagine the state of the kitchen.

After gathering up garbage bags, a pair of gloves and random cleaning products you found, you made your way upstairs. A gasp left your mouth when you seen the kitchen, Janine came upstairs and just stayed silent as she was in much shock as you were in. She just patted you on the shoulder,”You’re buying me coffee for the entire week, Jan,” You said. She gave a little chuckle,”Of course,” She said before leaving you with the awful kitchen. Groaning, you opened a garbage bag and got to work.

[twinkie-buttercream]

Psychomagnetheric Passions

[Egon Spengler x F!Reader]

Pairing: Egon Spengler x F!Reader

Rating: M/18+ MDNI!

Summary: another shameless slimefucking fic. you catch Egon running some of the more invasive experiments and...well, we all know how potent charged psychomagnetheric ooze can be, on even the strongest minds.

Mentions: the goo, oral fixation, p in v sex, lots of jizz, eventual fluff, praise, F on top, more fun ;0

Gif isn't mine!

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It was mood responsive. That much was clear. The thick pink ooze that Ray and the guys had been experimenting on since going back into business, it seemed to think and feel, and it felt what you felt. You'd seen them yell at it, sing to it, cry to it; Ray even tried to scare it. It didn't work.

They'd microwaved it, froze it, toasted it, baked it, stuck it through a centrifuge, dunked it in multiple solutions and chemicals, boiled it, run it over with a vehicle, everything they could possibly try, it was going to be attempted in the name of science.

You should have known it was going to get out of hand. You didn't expect to wander into the lab late one night to reclaim the book you'd been reading earlier whilst pestering Egon as he studied the slime, and find him still there, hunched over the desk. Something lewd was happening, if the scent of sweat and the slight squelching sounds were any indication, let alone his heavy breathing.

"Dr. Spengler?" You should have known better than to interrupt, but your book was directly beside him on that desk. There was no way to avoid it.

There was a wet popping sound, a glass slamming, and he turned, lab coat suddenly folded over his front. You could see the protrusion from his hips tenting the fabric quite conspicuously. Damn, it really was always the quiet ones. The slime on the table bubbled slightly suddenly.

"Y/N, I didn't...oh shit," he panted, finding no way out, no explanation; not even Venkman could have lied his way out of a scenario like that. "Y/N. Hello."

"Sorry to interrupt your, uh...well, uh, business or pleasure?" You gestured to the tub of slime poking out from where he leaned on the desk.

It stirred again, just a slight bubbling, but you noticed. It seemed to twitch when he did.

"Ah..." Egon was at a loss for words.

Something, oddly enough, drew you to take a few steps forward, into the room and toward the scientist and his experiment. The bubbling continued; Egon noticed, turned and jotted the reaction down.

"I just came for my book," you uttered, and he jumped two feet out of his skin when your voice came from right behind him. You hadn't even noticed your feet carry you there.

He whirled around again, and his eyes were wild, there was something there that wasn't fully Egon.

"Is that all?" He asked, his voice lowered somewhat, already deep enough naturally the extra bass was almost enticing.

The slime in the jar bubbled again, a bit more aggressive this time, nearing the three-quarter mark of the wide, long beaker it had been placed in, threatening to pour over.

"Doesn't the slime react to strong feelings?" You inquired, ignoring his question, leaning on the desk to take a closer look at the bright pink ooze.

As something of a scientist yourself, you didn't seem bothered or disgusted like any other person would. Even the guys probably wouldn't have been so calm. Truth be told you were freaking out internally, this was not a situation you ever expected to find yourself in with the brainiac you'd had the hots for since your college days. You dipped your finger in the ooze curiously. It was warm in the way that chemicals heated when they reacted, but not hot, and had no notable smell. It bubbled again, trying to build back up from where you'd popped it back down into the beaker.

"It wasn't reacting like that until you intervened," he told you suddenly, gently but firmly grabbing your now contaminated hand, holding it tight at the wrist to inspect it closely.

"That so?" Your heart began to pound at the implications, and you heard a blorp from behind you as if to confirm the tension; if you weren't living this out moment by moment, you'd find it funny, but you could have choked on your heartbeat right then.

"Yes. I've been running...trials...with the slime to see which emotions it reacts to more potently. Hate, of course, has been the strongest, but it's reacted well to good feelings too, and..." He was having an immense amount of trouble stringing sentences together, it seemed, and every time he looked at your hand and then at you, the slime borbled behind you, almost threateningly.

"And it only started showing response to your experiments with the emotion of lust when a secondary subject entered the room? Maybe due to the sensational thrill of being caught doing what you were?"

He balked slightly, and steadied himself on the desk, still clutching your wrist. The slime grew hotter on your fingers and the remainder in the jar began to sway for a moment.

"Variably," he grunted, getting a little closer, "but I suspect the responses would have been different if it were...anyone but...you."

"And why is that, Dr. Spengler?"

The slime spilled out of the tube and down the sides of the beaker. Egon's lips crashed upon yours, almost not of his own volition...almost. His hand never left your wrist but the free one found your hip, squeezing his fingers into your flesh from over your sweater.

"You don't have to play a fool," he growled when you separated, only due to a screaming need for oxygen; the slime was rolling now, doubling in volume, making a mess; "you know every single one of us has wanted you since you showed up, that's why you're constantly teasing us, knowing we respect you too much to try anything like this."

"All of you? Really? You think I'm teasing you?" You repeated, incredulous, "Dr. Spengler, I don't know what you mean—"

He kissed you forcefully again, hand coming up to cup your face now; he seemed to grow gentle and the slime continued to roil steadily behind you, like a boiling pot.

"You may not, but...believe me. I speak only for myself now...I am not normally a man of...physical desire...but you...I just can't resist..."

He seemed to be fighting whatever was clouding his judgment. Your mind had started to grow foggy too. It was like being high, the cloudiness and the floating feeling, but there was something else. Suddenly you began to understand the urgency in him as it bloomed inside your gut. The feelings of attraction he spoke of had already been present for ages, in both of you it turns out, but the slime rocketed them almost out of proportion. It was practically comical how badly you ached for Egon Spengler right then. Speaking of rockets, Egon was close enough now that you felt his stiffness brush against your leg as he looked at you, held you close.

"Would you like a volunteer?" You breathed suddenly, looking up into his clouded brown eyes, which widened for a brief moment.

"For what?" He urged, curiosity briefly winning out over lust.

Your hand found his hard cock and stroked it over his lab coat. He leaned into your touch desperately.

"Whatever you want, Dr. Spengler, I'm yours," you grinned at him; no more words escaped either of you.

Neither of you paid any mind to the jiggling overexcited slime as you were hoisted into the overflowing puddle at the edge of the desk. The skirt you were wearing got shoved up around your hips and your panties were swiftly ripped away, quite literally; you felt the fabric tear and watched Egon fling the black cotton aside. He spread your legs and, without warning, stuffed his face between them. His tongue was swift and nimble, sliding through your wet slit, and when he tasted you he growled a primal growl, digging his fingers into your exposed hips as he ate you out like you were to be his last meal.

"Egon!" You gasped, surprised at the immediate attack, but quickly melting under his talented lips.

He toyed with your clit and sucked at it, licked it, stuck a few slime-coated fingers inside your already-wet pussy, not waiting to let you adjust. You stifled a moan by biting your lip hard.

"That's it," he grunted, "be good for me, darling."

The whole thing felt desperate and primal, like the world was going to end if this didn't happen, or was already ending and this was your last hurrah. Either way he was certainly not holding anything back. There was slime on those fingers and now, that hot thick ooze was inside you, sticking to your walls, and whatever affect it had before from atmospheric exposure became amplified to an extreme. You became voracious. You ground your hips against his face, pulled his hair, swore at him; he only growled in response, sending vibrations through your core, making you cry out all the louder. The slime had hit the floor now as it grew, dripping steadily, adding a lewd noise to the background. Neither of you noticed.

The first time you came that night was on his tongue and fingers. He worked your pussy until he felt you convulse around his digits. It was only then he paused to let you get a breath, staring up at you behind fogged lenses with an evil grin on his glistening face. He rose to his full height and positioned himself before you, still between your hips. You didn't get any more time to recuperate.

"You're gonna have trouble walking in the morning, I feel you should know," he grunted, teasing the head of his cock at your entrance until you squirmed, and without another moment's hesitation he shoved his whole slime-coated length into you, hard and fast.

The wind was knocked out of you by this. He was huge, thick, and hard as diamond, and gave you no chance to adjust to his bottomed out thick cock before he was pounding into you, rocking the desk at a dangerous pace. That same thick ooze coated your insides now, you could feel it like lava in the most incredible way, and it seemed to ease the pain you felt only slightly; his pace got harder and faster and his fingertips dug hard into the soft flesh of your waist, leaving marks.

"Egon!" You cried out again; it was the only thing you could manage out.

"You look so pretty like this, Y/N, for me," he growled back.

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as he had his way with you. In just minutes you both hit orgasm, almost simultaneous; he didn't lie. He kept pumping as hard as ever as his hot cum spilled inside you, filling you up. You were unsure if it was because of the slime, due to past recollections not seeming to measure up, but every hot spurt that hit your walls felt like another orgasm in and of itself. You actually felt it hit your walls. That didn't happen in normal instances. Ejaculate just wasn't naturally warm enough or expelled at a high enough velocity to feel there, but this was different. It was probably the slime and its supernatural properties but you sure as fuck enjoyed the sensation of every twitch, every throb, feeling thoroughly bred despite the preventative pill you stayed on. Up till now, it was mainly just for acne control, but you thanked every god and sub-entity in the dimension that you kept up with that little pill.

You laid there, spent, as he caught his breath and adjusted his lenses, wiping the sweat off them.

"D-Dr. Spengler..." You breathed, looking up at him, and you caught his eyes.

The slime bubbled again.

"We're not done," he grunted simply.

Next thing you knew you were on the nearby couch, bent over the arm of the thing with your bare ass in the air. He gave your soft flesh a hard swift smacking, and you cried out at the combination of pain and pleasure. Using his own seed as lubricant now, Egon plunged into you again. He seemed to reach even deeper at this angle and his hands kept a steady grip on your hips. They'd be bruised in the morning. You'd have bigger problems, you're sure. None of it mattered then though; just there, you and him, the carnal lust between you. He pounded you like it was his life's purpose, holding you up when your legs gave out under another powerful orgasm; he pulled your hair for leverage as he followed suit and emptied into you again.

"Y/N," he groaned, "fuck!"

Whatever demon of lust had overcome him jumped into you when your name left his lips. It sounded so good when he said it, but when he said it like that, it was ethereal. When he pulled out, you managed to stand despite violently shaking legs, and grabbed him by his tie, pulling him down into an angry kiss. Tongue fought tongue, you could taste yourself on him. You pushed him down onto the couch cushions, soaked with your combined juices, and you ripped his pants fully off him. Left now in only his lab coat and sweater and tie, you climbed onto him again, sitting on his still-throbbing dick, taking every inch of him easily now. Even after the poundings you've taken he was still massive and stretched you; he looked up at you as you rose slowly, painfully slowly, and slammed back down all at once, knocking the precious air from him. It was your turn to have control. You rode him hard, hands on his chest, his fingers digging into your hips again, he bucked against you and toyed with your clit until you were crying out again, cumming for you don't know how many times then, you'd lost count.

The night carried on like this. Hours passed in carnal sin. He took you against the wall, on the floor, the couch, the desk, any surface he could manage, until the two of you were beyond spent. No human should have been able to produce that much semen, nor handle that much friction on such sensitive areas, but there you were, soaked at the end of the night, inside and out. Spatters of cum meshed with the pink slime on your skin. You were covered in both.

"Y/N, I'm...sorry," Egon whispered to you, holding you naked in his lap as you both fought to maintain consciousness; he was using his pants to try and towel you off gently.

"For what?" You grumbled back, toying with his hair aimlessly as you came down from the slime induced stupor.

"I shouldn't have exposed you to this batch of slime. Results aren't worth ruining our relationship for..."

You gulped. Don't tell me he just spent the last eight hours potentially impregnating you twenty times over only for it all to have been a side effect of The Goo.

"What do you mean, Dr. Spengler?"

"See, that," he looked away; "we've kept it so professional for so long. There were better ways for me to tell you how I feel, without psychomagnetheric ooze. Normal men would have asked you the right way. Flowers, dinner, that kind of thing."

You laughed and he blushed deeply.

"I fail to find the humor in this, Y/N," he frowned.

You kissed him. It was the gentlest of the night by a long stretch, but with the way the then-dormant slime bubbled again, the way he tensed under you and kissed you back, it was the nicest.

"I thought you just wanted to stay colleagues," you uttered, relieved immensely.

"No. You are a fantastic colleague, but...I'd like to be more. If you would too. Much more."

"I'd be happy to be more than just colleagues with you...Egon."

He grinned and bit his lip. He placed a kiss on your lips, gentle and delighted.

"May I call you my girlfriend?"

"You may," you giggled.

It wasn't long after that you fell asleep, both by then naked as the day you were born, wrapped in a thin sheet, surrounded by the messes you'd made and absolutely exhausted. The sun was just beginning to rise on New York City. Birds chirped, people swore at one another on the streets. You were where you were meant to be: with him.

God help whichever of the guys found you like that in a few hours when they came back to work.

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A/N: Here it is! Like I said, it's not the most original concept, but I wanted to take a shot at it. Hope y'all like it! Requests are open~

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This is the first fic i have ever posted, so please let me know if im doing something horribly wrong.

Egon Spengler x gn!reader

No use of y/n, hurt/comfort, very brief mention of blood

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Alongside your fellow Ghostbusters, you had been hired to trap a particularly edgy ghoul. The owner of the high-end restaurant had described the apparition to be easily angered as well as destructive. When Janine had told you about the job you were struck with a feeling of dread, the last thing you wanted was to deal with a pissed off dead guy. But alas, Egon, Ray and yourself all suited up and readied yourselves for a routine zap n' trap.

Once the Ecto-1 had rolled up outside the emptied restaurant, you and Egon went around back to begin unloading the packs and other equipment from the hatch. Ray wandered into the main lobby to find the owner.

"Janine said something about this ghost being particularly pissed tonight, so be careful Egon" you said pulling the heavy pack over your shoulders.

"I will, we should make sure not to split up if thats the case"

"Probably a good idea" you said, turning to hand Ray his pack as you entered the building, Egon to your left.

"The owner seems pretty on edge, i say we take this slow fellas" Ray said quickly, "we dont need anyone getting slimed tonight" he said with a chuckle.

"Agreed" Egons face displaying a look of disgust at the thought. He hadn't been slimed in a few days and he was looking forward to keeping that streak.

As the three of you made your way back into the kitchen, a faint almost scraping noise could be heard, accompanied by clattering of pots and pans.

"He doesn't sound to happy, how about we try and sneak up on him" Ray whispered.

"Got it" you said turning to Egon to see his nervous expression. Egon may work well under stress, but working under the thought of possible bodily harm wasnt exactly easy for him. His furrowed brow and pursed lips were enough to tell his concern.

"Hey, its gonna be okay Egie" your hand finding the back of his bicep. Nodding in response, Egon slipped into the kitchen. Ray had found his place squished against the far wall, opposite of the red tinted spectre. Egon and yourself sneaking past a large refrigerator to gain a clear shot of the ghoul. The beast had its back turned to you, pushing pans and silverware off of the counter. Food and various goo covered utensils littered the floor of the once pristine kitchen. From the wall, Ray gestured his nutrona wand towards the ghost. Egon nodding his head as he flipped the switch of his wand. You were in charge of placing the trap this time around. Making your way carefully past Egon and towards the beast, you saw Ray begin counting down on his hand. Three... Two...one. The loud whirring of the proton stream and the even louder impact echoed off the steel, nearly drowning out the yells of your friends.

"Ray i got him!"

"Okay okay, do you got the trap?" Ray yelled towards you.

"yeah!" Rolling the trap into the middle of the floor, the pedal placed just below your foot. The bright orangy-blue streams entrapping the spectre had been grabbed by large red toned hands. Shakily pushing them away.

"Ray! Its getting loose!" Egon shouted over the angry grunts and screams coming from the rightfully upset ghost. Ray had made a panicked sound as his stream was forced off of the target. The ghost began thrashing against Egons stream and without thinking you rushed forward. Tossing the trap further until it rested a few feet from the ghoul. But, as you pushed yourself away, the creature finally breaking free of the stream lunged towards you.

Pure panic rushed over your body. The once incredibly loud kitchen had become muffled as well as the distant shouts of Egon and Ray. The large disfigured blob rushing towards you had caused to to completely freeze, your body going slack under the threat. In a moment you felt your back erupt in pain, eyes squeezed shut against sheiding hands. Everything moved so fast. One minute you were gasping for air, the next you were asleep. The impact had knocked the air from your lungs as the blooming pain in your back rendered you unconscious almost instantly.

The distant feeling of hands pressed against your face and neck brought you into reality. The shadowed figure outlined by bright fluorescent lights flooded your blurry eyes. Blinking away the sleep, pain reentered your senses. As you groaned in pain, the hand on your neck quickly found its place on your back.

"Are you okay? Please?" You swore it was Egon. "Hey, please c'mon" his panicked voice growing clearer in your ears. Opening your eyes to see his panicked ones scanning your body, brushing his hands over your torso in search of injury "Egon?" You whispered, unsure of what was happening.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay, where does it hurt-" his rambles cut short by your sharp inhale as his hand found your mid back. He could feel a warm wetness below your jumpsuit, you realized that your proton pack was gone. You must have scraped your back on the equipment.

"What happened" you questioned, moving under his hands.

"Dont move, you're bleeding" his brow furrowing somehow deeper, "i need to get you to the firehouse, the ghost threw you"

The hazy memory of the impact coming back to you, "im bleeding?" You said quizzically reaching towards your back, halting as sharp pain shot through you.

"Im going to pick you up okay? This is going to hurt" he said, pulling you into him as you nod.

"Im so sorry" he muttered, his voice still shaking.

"Its alright Egon, im okay" you said into his shoulder, the pain spreading into your shoulders. Maybe you will let Venkman handle the next few jobs.