it was inevitable as the tides, but it has come to my attention now that if i talk about how sexy Thrax was without specifying "thrax from cinematic masterpiece Osmosis Jones released in 2001" a lot of people get really confused bc they don't know who that is bc they're officially a generation removed from me at this point
rather than go "ugh kids these days" (like cmon don't be That Guy) or "ugh no i feel old" (I don't! guess I'm built different) i will ever so happily inform so a whole new batch of people can enjoy a something very unique and special to my heart that kicks fucking ass and hope they enjoy it too
and that a something is Osmosis Jones. especially the villain of Osmosis Jones. his name his Thrax. he is an lethal virus that is never fully identified (it's implied he is the Red Death, from the Edgar Allen Poe story, but real); other viruses don't recognize him, and he's so reliably stealthy and lethal he possibly hasn't even been properly discovered by science yet. he also only gets more lethal and dangerous as he infects new people, treating how fast he can kill his current host with fever as a PR he has to beat every time until he can cook your brain to death SO quickly after infection that he will go down in history as the single most dangerous illness known to humans.
so yeah take a look and appreciate what set the bar for my villainfucker sleeper code. they don't make em quite like this anymore. content warning for bright orange body horror. legit plays out like a scene in a horror movie.
stupid sexy virus
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cw: reader implied to wear feminine clothing (skirt), afab reader, alcohol consumption, squirting, mean!character
(Drunk sex with your fav) Where you stumble into a random bedroom at someone's house party, he's carrying you up on his shoulders (stumbling) hearing you giggle at his antics.
He drops you on the bed gently, feeling his face flush looking down at you, leaning in to kiss you deeply, the carnal need to eat you up, rising inside of him. He hears the pounding of old school 'Flo Rida' resonating throughout the walls of the room as he stares down at you.
"Mmh, whose room is this~?",
You ask him, tone laced with giddiness, the alcohol making your body buzz with anticipation. As you grasp his face, leaving brief pecks on his lips. He hums, entertained by the way you oh-so-cutely leave smoochy sounds as you continue kissing him.
"Wanna fuck you here."
He leaves a peck onto the apple of your cheeks, groaning at the way your soft tits press against his chest as you arch your back into him.
"If we stayed downstairs any longer, I might've ended up fucking you over on the table in front of everyone"
His hand trailing up from your knee, groping your gentle thighs, the imprint of his fingertips moulded onto the delicate skin. Your breathing quickens as his hand reaches higher to slide underneath the hem of your skirt, lightly brushing against your clit through your thin panties, pressing onto it more firmly as you whine and cant your hips up towards his finger. He holds onto your hips with both hands, firmly pushing them down.
"Be patient baby, I'm not going anywhere yeah?"
You whine at his words, unable to move from his strong hold, one hand hiking the skirt up and brushing your panties to the side in one swift moment. You feel his warm fingers swiping up your clit, pushing it between your folds to collect your arousal and rub it against your nub, slowly.
"Ah..! Mm, come on.."
You try to entice him, moving your hips around with the limited movement you have. You hear a small huff leave his lips, his hands lifting up and coming down to make contact to your clit, the sensation of your clit getting slapped makes you moan.
"Mmph-! What was that for-"
He grips your face in one hand, positioning it so you're directly facing him. His eyes boring into yours,
"Don't be a bitch, I said be patient. Didn't I?"
He reaches for your pussy again, rubbing his fingers all over it, groaning at the wet clicking sounds as his rubbing increases insistently. You let our breathy moans against his ear, biting your lip, as you feel two fingers enter you suddenly. Your back arches at the sudden intrusion of his fingers, breath hitching.
"A-ah..! So mean.."
You whine again, hearing the wet clicking sounds of his fingers going in and out at a steady pace. You hear him breathing deeply against your ear, feeling his hardened cock brushing your inner thigh.
"Fuck that's it- you like that?"
He speeds up his fingers, arching them into a come-hither motion, noting the way you try to move your hips away from the stimulation.
"Hng-! Too much, it's-"
He leans into the crook of your neck, sucking on your pulse point, maintaining the thrusting of his fingers.
"Yeah come on pretty, you gonna cum from me just fucking you with my fingers? Yeah?."
He taunts you, moving his body up slightly to gaze at your face. Face flushed and turned away from him, the flush reaching to your neck from his actions and the alcohol, serving to spike your arousal, your hair sprawled out against the pillow. He bites his lip, as he sees you grip his wrist, attempting to find solace within the grasp until your legs kick out. Your mouth opened into a silent scream, squirting on his hands. More of the clear liquid gushing out as he continues to finger you, slowing down his movements, your body twitching and gripping his wrist tighter in a silent plea.
"Mm, that's my girl."
He pulls out his fingers, another groan leaves his lips from the way your walls tightened around his fingers, not wanting him to leave. He then observes the soaked sheets, the wetness pooling underneath your ass as he lightly chuckles.
"Someone's gonna have fun doing laundry"
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