#sorry for late reply ive been very busy and needed to gather spoons to reply lol

[abombihoney]

Nightmare fuel: according to recent studies, Cordyceps might not take over the brain-instead, it takes over the muscles, and pilots the poor bug while the insect is fully aware. (Leif's version is probably modified to wire into one's Central Nervous System, because the alternative is honestly disturbing.)

OH YEAH I KNOW

i did in fact, have to resort to reading actual research articles trying to figure out how the FUCK leif is built

and under the cut gross mushroom and bug shit

so like yeah, the fucking msuhroom dead ass grows into the muscles and i believe the nerves, presumably interrupting the bugs native nervous system, and either tapping into and overriding it, or perhaps replacing it entirely.

and i've said it before somewhere, idk on this blog or not.

but there are only a handful of ways for leif to exist:

throwing irl cordyceps out the window, and the body is dead

leif is:

-mushroom piloting the shell of a man, literally just a magic tentacle mushroom that is literally piloting the hollowed out shell of what once a man

-mushroom zombie, leif still has some meat on him thats being preserved a la magic mushroom, but the body is Very Much Dead

OR we can incorporate the fact the irl cordyceps can only survive on a living host

-the way its presented to us in game, leif is brain dead and the mushroom is piloting the body, got leifs memories through crystal shenanigans. leif is dead but his memory literally lives on.

-leif and the cordyceps just, merged together during their decades long nap. the leif of the past may have died, but perhaps a transformed version of him lives on.

-my favorite, leif is alive.

leif is still alive but he can't speak or move or act as the cordyceps has interrupted those connections. depending on how u wanna spin it, he could be watching an imposter pretend to be him. or he could only vaguely be aware of whats happening outside his body, trapped in his own brain with phantom sensations as the only clue as to what is happening outside.

you could spin it as the cordycecps eventually learns to hear or communicate with leif. a fun and interesting way for the cordyceps to forge its own identity. or further combine and mix itself with leif.

but i really like the horror aspect, of a creature possessing your body, not maliciously, but desperately, to survive. laden with the guilt of having killed its host in mind in order to live. a benevolent parasite that imitates you not to hide amongst prey, but a tragic attempt to recreate what it took from the world.

and the cruelest part of the tragedy, is that the host is still there.

How do you feel in this situation? Where your body has been stolen, but you can feel the theif's overwhelming guilt. Do you build resentment, over the opportunities that sit just outside your reach? Pity? For an alien creature desperately trying and failing to emulate you, when it could never succeed. Frustration? Watching it fail where you excelled? Envious of of the relationships it builds after destroying yours? Do you rejoice when it fails?

Do you want to live vicariously through it, grabbing what little sensation you can, letting it use the body you no longer can?

Or do you want it to die, even though it spells your own end? Destroy your body, if you can't have it, why let someone else? Do you deserve the right to take the life of another, if that life was stolen from you?

[ceruleanbucky]

Slumber Party

Author: ceruleanbucky

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, detailed smut for all my fellow sinners, unprotected sex (I shouldn’t have to say this, but wrap it before you tap it.) oral sex (female receiving) and I think that’s it.

Word count: 2749 (this is an apology for not posting a lot)

Sorry to my followers; I know I’m shit at updating and posting but i hope you accept this sincere apology on my behalf. Enjoy the sin.

“Hey Seb, where’s the Bailey’s?” You yell down the hall of your friend’s apartment. You had just gone through a break up, and you wanted some drinks, and comfort. It’s not like it was a bad breakup; it was mutual, but you still didn’t want to be alone. And who better to be comforted by than your lifetime friend, Sebastian?

Plus, he has really good booze.

“There is no Bailey’s! It was just Christmas! You expect there to be Bailey’s left after Christmas?” He yells back, clearly amused at your obvious lack of thinking. Of course there’s none left.  

With a sigh, you plopped down onto the couch, waiting for Seb to get into his pyjamas to start the movie. You had settled on Star Wars episode IV, because neither you or Seb had seen it in ages. And if felt right, because Carrie Fisher was one of your favorite actors ever, other than the one and only Sebastian Stan. Obviously.

If you’re to be brutally honest, you were too busy spacing out to notice Seb had joined you, until a pillow hit you in the face, causing you to jump.

“Oh, is that how it is?” You ask, a smile creeping its way onto your face as you grab the pillow he just threw at you.

“Oh, that’s how it is.” He replies, and instantly jumps onto the couch to attack you. He has his signature smirk on his face, and you have plans to wipe it off. With a pillow.

Since you are a lot smaller than him, you have a bit of an advantage. It’s always been like that. You usually jump on his back, and slightly smother him with the pillow, but this time, its different. He has been training with Don, and he is a lot stronger than you, so when you jump on his back, it barely affects him. Instead of trying to throw you off, he just flops down onto his back, crushing you.

Hey; it’s not like you care. You can feel every muscle through his exceedingly thin shirt, and you’re basically in heaven.

“Oof.” You say as he lands on you, laughing his head off. You’d stay in this position longer, but your breathing is quite restricted, so you push him off. After you catch your breath, you start the movie.

During the movie, you have ample time to look at Sebastian’s face, and his jawline, and, well, everything.

You weren’t sure why you were thinking like this. You may have had a crush on him in college, but that was a long time ago.

Okay, maybe it was more than a crush, but it still confused you. Why were you all of a sudden thinking this way? You haven’t had feelings for him for ages, and yet here you are, getting butterflies from sitting next to him.

Good lord, you must be in middle school again. You’re just sitting next to him, not about to fuck. You decide to turn your focus back to the movie, trying to take your mind off him, and the fact that he’s wearing deliciously thin sweatpants, and you can almost make out the outline of his dick.

Once the movie is finished, you start to gather your stuff, seeing as it is pretty late, and Seb looks at you like you’re insane.

“You want to tell me why you’re looking at me like that?” You inquire, having a slight idea about what he’s going to say next.

“You are not driving out in that.” He answers, pointing to the window where you can see the heavy snow falling.

“I don’t live far, Seb.” You say, knowing that he won’t let you leave. You don’t want him to; you’re exactly where you want to be.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

“You’re staying. We are having a sleepover; it’s final. And before you argue that you have nothing to wear to sleep, I have a drawer of your clothes here, which includes pyjamas. You’re staying, and I will fight you about it.” He says, sounding very decisive.

“Well, can’t argue with that.” You chuckle. “Although, there is one thing I will fight you for…” You continue, drawing out the last word.

“Which is?” He asks, not knowing what you’re getting at.

“The bed!” You say really quickly, before making a dash down his hallway, and to his bedroom. You hear him closing in on you, because he is very, very fast. As you’re jumping onto his king sized bed, he grabs you out of mid air, only to throw you onto the bed again.

“How about,” He ponders, a contemplative look on his face, “We share the bed.”

You quirk an eyebrow up at his statement, before shrugging.

“Yeah, okay. But I call dibs on that side.” You say, pointing to the right side of the bed, and knowing full well that that’s his side. He looks at you with his ‘Winter Soldier’ scary face, but you know that he wouldn’t purposely hurt you. Plus, he can’t keep a straight face around you, and he bursts out laughing.

You two go back to his living room, to get the pillows and blankets, and he ends up begrudgingly allowing you to have his side of the bed, because he can’t say no to you. He has a smirk on his face, though, and you can’t tell what he’s up to, so you don’t really put much thought into it.

You head back to his room, arms full with pillows, and grab some pyjama shorts from your drawer. You decide to steal one of Seb’s shirts, because all the ones you have here are extraordinarily uncomfortable. As you’re changing, you wonder just how the fuck you’re going to control yourself, because Seb sleeps in just boxer shorts. You decide to just wing it, and if something happens, then hey, something happens.

You come out of the bathroom, and put your clothes by your bag, so you don’t waste time looking or them tomorrow.  You crawl into Sebastian’s gloriously comfortable bed, and go on your phone for a little. When Seb is stripped down to his boxers, he crawls in beside you, and pulls you into his arms so you’re spooning with him.

“Hey, uh, Seb? Uh, whatcha doing there?” You ask, trying not to laugh as you wait for his response.

“I said that you could have this side of the bed-my side-but I never said that I wouldn’t get this side.” He explains, and you don’t have to look at him to know that he’s wearing the all too famous smirk.

An idea pops into your head, and you have to make sure you don’t laugh out loud. Two can play this game, and you’re damned sure you’re going to win. The only reason that you’re even thinking about doing it, is because of his constant flirting tonight, and now this.

You wait a few minutes, before you squirm just a little against him, and you know that your plan is going to work when you feel him stiffen as your ass rubs against his groin. He doesn’t say anything, and he assumes that you’re just trying t get comfortable.

But after a few minutes, you do it again, grinding harder against him. You hear him let out a hiss of air when you do it a third time, after about ten minutes. You can feel his half-hard erection against your ass, and you feel as though you have succeeded. But when he doesn’t do anything, you assume that he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship, and you can understand that, so you go to sleep.

It’s a few hours later, when you feel his hands on your exposed hip, ghosting over your curves and leaving goosebumps in his wake. You feel his fingers slip under the hem or your shorts and underwear, and then stopping, like he’s hesitating. You feel him press feather light kisses against your neck, causing you to let out a soft moan.

“Seb…” You whisper, and this seems to spur him on, because his hand continues its path towards your core. When he reaches his destination, he presses down on your clit, causing you to stiffing in his arms, and a gasp to leave your mouth.

“Seb… Jesus Christ,” You say, not exactly sure where you were going with the sentence. His finger rubs slow and torturing circles on your clit, and you can feel his chest vibrate when he speaks.

“You really think that you can tease me the way you did, and have me not get payback?” He says, his voice deep with arousal. His fingers slightly speed up, causing your breathing to pick up.

He pushes two fingers inside of you, and you can feel the slow drag of his fingertips as he searches for your sweet spot. When your thighs clench around his wrists, and you let out a strangled gasp, he knows that he’s found it.

“Fuck, Seb, please.” You whimper, in heaven under his ministrations. You can feel yourself tightening around his fingers, and the warm feeling in your abdomen. He can tell that you’re about to come, so, he stops.

When you groan in frustration, he laughs and mutters something about payback, but your blood is pumping too hard for you to hear him. He climbs on top of you, looking into your eyes with a look that you’ve never seen him with before. He leans down and presses a passionate kiss to your lips, and you thread your hands through his hair.

His kisses move to your neck, and you feel his hands at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up. He breaks the kiss to pull it over your head, and immediately goes back to work on marking you.

“As much as I love you wearing my shirt, I think that you look far better without it.” As he says that, his hands find your breasts, and knead them gently. Your head falls back onto the pillow, and your eyes flutter shut. He kisses down your chest, and much to your dismay, he ignores your tits, and instead keeps trailing down your stomach, to the top of your shorts. He stops and looks up at you, with a slightly worried look in his eyes.

“Are you okay with this, because we can pretend this never happened.” He says, looking almost childish.

“Seb, if you stop I’m going to kill you.” You breathe out, almost laughing. He lets out a small sigh in relief, and continues his actions from before. He pulls your shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop, and is then face to face with your very wet pussy.

He doesn’t waste any time in leaning in to devour you. He licks a slow stripe from your hole to your clit, and forms a suction around it, flicking it with his tongue. You try to scoot away from the sudden pleasure, but he grabs your hips, and lays a giant arm over your abdomen, holding you down and in place. His free hand makes its way to your pussy, and once again, his fingers sink inside of you.

He doesn’t have to look, this time, for your sweet spot. He curls his fingers, repeatedly brushing over it. You tense around him, and your back arches off the bed. Moans fall from your lips, and you’re so close. He can tell this time, too, and instead of stopping and leaving you on the edge, He speeds up.

Every brush of his fingers, every swipe and flick of his tongue bring you closer to the edge. You can feel his tongue press down on your bundle of nerves at the same time his fingers brush your g-spot, and you know that you’re done for. You cry out his name, overcome by wave after wave of intense pleasure.

He slows his actions down, but doesn’t stop them completely, so you can ride out your orgasm. He pulls his fingers from you, and grips your hips, before his mouth is back on your clit.

“Fuck- Seb! I-I can’t- too much- Jesus! You stutter, your legs shaking from the overstimulation. Your eyes squeeze shut, and your head is thrown back into his pillow, your back arching off the mattress. Tears escape your eyes, and you beg him to stop, because you can’t handle the pleasure.

He finally releases you, a smug look on his face, and lets you catch your breath from the most amazing sex you’ve ever had.

“Wow…” You say, still breathing heavy.

“You say that as if we’re done here.” He laughs, causing you to look up and see the massive tent in his boxers. You forget how tired you are, and you instantly want his dick inside of you. You motion for him to come kiss you, and he obliges. You can taste yourself on his lips, and you have to admit: that’s really hot.

You always knew Seb had an oral fixation, but damn that was something else. As you’re kissing him, you push his boxers down, and he pulls away. He opens his mouth to speak, but you press a finger to his lips.

“If you ask me if I want to stop, I swear.” You start but your interrupted by him letting out one of the nicest laughs you have ever heard in your life, and him pressing his lips to yours again. He pushes his boxers all the way down, and throws them into some distant part of his room. He rubs the tip of his dick between your folds, gathering the wetness there. He slowly pushes in, allowing you to get used to his size.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight.” He groans, and you’d bet good money on that being the hottest thing you have ever heard.

Once he is fully sheathed inside of you, he waits a minute, before slowly pumping in and out. He can feel you quivering around him, and he knows that he’s not going to last long. He angles his hips, trying to rub against your sweet spot, so you cum before him.

You let out a moan as Sebastian thrusts in and out of you, slowly gaining speed, and roughness. He pins your wrists above your head, and kisses you deeply. As he does this, he finally finds the right angle, because you moan into his kiss, and your legs tighten around his waist. With every thrust, his pelvis grinds into your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Seb, I’m-fuck- I’m close.” You say through clenched teeth. He lets go of your wrists, and your hands weave into his hair, pushing him harder against your lips. You don’t notice his hand sneaking its way down to your pussy, and you jump when his thumb starts to rub circles on your clit.

You feel his pace start to falter, and you know that he’s close too. His lips find their way to your neck, finding the sensitive spot that had you clenching around his fingers earlier.

“Sebastian!” You scream as you go tumbling over the edge, and with the feeling you clenching around his cock, plus the sight of you falling apart beneath him, was more than enough to make him cum harder than he ever has before. He empties himself inside of you, and stills his movements, trying to catch his breath. He pulls out and flops down beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“Jesus Christ,” You laugh, shocked at what just happened.

“Don’t tease.” Is all he replies with, rubbing circles on your back.

“If this is what teasing gets me, the you can bet your surprisingly nice ass that I’m going to tease you.” You fire back, looking into his eyes. The look of admiration is very evident, and you can only hope that you mirror that look, because you feel the same.

You shift to lay your head on his chest, and your eyes flutter shut out of exhaustion. Before you fall asleep, you hear him say:

“I love you, Y/N.”

You try to respond, but all you can do is try and mumble it back. He gets what your trying to say; you know he does, because you can hear his heart skip a beat. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

And you swear that you could never have been happier