#like shooting up out of bed in a cold sweat energy

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Allow me to take a quick pause from the nonstop Ichigo content to just say how much I fucking LOVE Sigma Klim and how I want to give him a big kiss on the mouth 😌

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eddie x reader

a follow up to this prompt by @rebelfell

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tw: angst, smut, minors fuck off pls teasing? is that a trigger idk.

“we need to talk.” the conversation we’ve been waiting for after you catch your best friend getting head finally unfolds

“We need to talk.”

Your blood ran cold, ice in your veins it was practically prickling your skin. The heat on your cheeks bloomed and your gut quaked at the sight of him, covered. 

Play dumb! It’ll work! 

“I , m-mean, now?— like right now? You have cum- company! a guest— we can talk later, yeah?” 

The stuttering, calmly hands and the sweat gathered under your arms— you were a one woman walking circus, missing the clown nose.  

“Why are you being so weird?” He leans into your doorframe, tattooed arms cross over his broad and glistening chest. 

The flush still in his cheeks almost brought you to your knees, but it was the single flick of his tongue on his lips that had you melting and wishing he had licked your lips instead. Fuck.

“… besides, you already interrupted my guest, so she left—”

Your ears perk up at the mention of said whore leaving your apartment, and your eyelashes bat open, “she left? Why?” 

Eddie huffs and puts his tongue in his cheek like he can’t believe you’re being so stupid. 

“Cut the shit, okay? Will you just be an adult for a second?” 

The smile on your lips falls and you take a step back towards your bed setting your keys down on the nightstand. The silence is anything but quiet. The energy was chaotic and shooting like daggers much like Eddie’s eyes into yours.

“Well?” he asks dramatically, raising his eyebrows to try to get you to speak.  

Play dumb— it’s working! 

“Well what?” you muse innocently. 

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie spits, any softness he brought into this situation had fizzled—dead at the door. 

“I—”

“Forget how to knock?” 

“No—”

“Suuuure, you just thought you’d what? Barge in, ignoring our code?” 

“I didn’t—-there was no hot water! You forgot to pay the water bill!”

“That’s not how water bills work.”

You stand stunned— mouth open to argue but nothing will even come out.

“It’s the water heater for this shitheap building that’s out— if you don’t believe that I paid the bill—call the water company yourself.” 

“…oh.” your voice is small, quiet almost unheard. 

“Wow, really great apology.” 

“Oh relax! Just call her back and explain it was a mistake, who cares? She shouldn’t be so uptight.” 

Eddie is fuming, blood rushing to his head as he tries not to yell out right. But fuck you were being so difficult.

“Ya know… I didn’t say shit when you had Harrington tied to your bed posts and you couldn’t undo the knots— did I? Nope—not a fucking word, I just cut him loose and acted like nothing ever happened!”

You wince, who knew knots were that hard to unlace?

“That was different!” 

“Or the multiple times I caught the fuckin’ Chief slipping out of your room at 5 AM? I even bummed him a cigarette for his morning coffee!” 

Your jaw hung to the floor, you didn’t know Eddie had any idea that you’d been sleeping with Hopper. 

“So? What—we’re just airing out dirty laundry now?” you could be venomous too, your rattle sounding off ready to strike. 

“How many months did you try gettin’ into Mary’s pants before you dumped her because she’s married to Jesus Christ her Lord & Savior? Her name is Mary for fucks sake! Not hard!”

His face pulls to anger, “don’t be a bitch!” 

“And where’s Gareth? Never see him around anymore, maybe it’s because you ran over his d—.” 

“That was an accident! I honked and he never moved!” 

“He was deaf Eddie!” you yell back into his face, “or! How about the time I had to pick you up from the Hideout because you got so drunk you pissed your pants?” 

“That was YOU!” 

The two of you were standing nose to nose, shouting accusing each other of shit that didn’t even matter. Eddie had your back and you’d have his until the end. Cradle to the grave. 

But this was different, you weren’t fighting like siblings or friends, you were both screaming as if you were in pain. 

He’s the first to move, shaking his head and turning towards the door. when he speaks his voice is low, angry.

“When my door is shut don’t open it—turn your ass around and fuck off, got it?” 

His words split your skin, vining through your body like sharp thorns. The hot spill of tears were welling in your eyes. 

“Sorry to bother you, asshole— won’t happen again.”

He’s on the opposite side when you slam your door in his face. The rain brewed and stewed and finally was ready to fall from the clouds in your eyes. 

Why were you acting like this? 

Grabbing your keys you set to leave again, needing an escape so he couldn’t hear your wailing cries. But again— when you opened the door, he was still standing there, only this time he looked pissed. 

“Move.”

He brushes you off as if he didn’t even hear you, “enough.”

“Eddie, get out of the way!” 

“Do you know how many nights I listened to you fake it for this fuckheads?” How long 

I’ve waited for you to admit it?” 

He shuts your door behind him as he pushes his way inside. 

“Admit what?”

“C’mon, baby— we haven’t been friends for a long time, not really.” 

You’re confused and on the verge of tears, “what?!”

Eddie presses forward, head tilted down at you.

 “Those douchebags you bring here can’t handle you the way I know you need…coming home to see their boots by the front door makes me absolutely despise you.”

“Who gives a shit? I trip over skanky high heels sometimes too.”

You were missing the point he was trying to make, way over your head. 

“Never satisfied when they leave…that little vibrator in the top drawer is not as quiet as you think it is.”

You were throbbing, aching… how did he know? 

He inches forward, and you double back towards the door.

“I—”

“Pretty little moans on your lips just minutes after they leave…‘m not stupid sweetheart, I know you do it on purpose— parading around the apartment in your little shorts, never wearing a bra… you’re a tease.” 

He wasn’t right. He couldn’t be! Right?

“I hate you, Eddie.” 

He stalks forward like a predator eyeing its prey, a stupid smirk on his face. 

“No— No I don’t think you do. I think you’re so fucking wound up about me, jealous... It’s alright, I get it. I bury myself in bitches so you’ll get out of my head.”

He takes a ragged breath, his eyes pitch dark, and your back hits the door, he closes in around you, his arms on either side of your head. 

“I fucking hate you, princess. I hate that it doesn’t work.. you’ve made me jealous for too fucking long.”

Your body was screaming, angel and devil on your shoulder dancing and holding hands rooting you on. 

“H-how long?”

His hand falls to your chin, pulling down your bottom lip.

“Senior year. Hellfire. You laughed at one of Jeff’s stupid fucking jokes and my blood ran cold. I wanted you to look at me like you looked at him. That was just the first time I realized I wanted you.”

You shudder, fingers running along his chest, playing with the chain on his neck, “why not say anything?”

“Didn’t wanna ruin this.” 

His lips nearly touch yours, he’s leaning in so close. And you don’t pull away. 

“I think it’s pretty clear that our friendship is over, Eddie. I fucking hate you.” 

“I hate you, too sweetheart.” 

The tension is thick, spinning with bated breath and sexual desire. 

“So, we hate each other?”

“Yep.” Eddie muses, angling your chin so he can see your neck. 

“…and we aren’t friends?” 

He nods silently, pressing his nose to your cheek, “seems to be that way.” 

“You’ve ruined everything.”

“Good,” he all but whispers into your ear. 

“..a perfectly good pair of underwear.” 

His breath hitches in his throat, and he licks his lips. “Can’t have that.” 

“No, not at all,” you tease, thumbing at your waistband and letting your shorts hit the floor.

He steps back to examine you with wide eyes, letting them narrow as he bites his lip, looking you dead in the eyes. 

“I’m gonna fuck you exactly how you need to be fucked.” 

Pulling him back into you by his chain necklace you ask centimeters from his lips, tasting the heat from his mouth, “what are you waiting for?” 

He takes a deep breath, hovering his mouth over yours, “nothing, not anymore.”

His tongue hits you first, electric like an eel on your lips, his breath hot as fire. You moan out when his hands grip your ass, pulling you into him with such force you could have toppled over. 

Eddie is loud too. Groaning with each swipe of your tongue against his. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long, baby.” 

His dick is pressed into your middle, hard and kicking up as your hands reach into his hair, pulling you closer to him as if he were a rope and you were climbing a mountain. 

He pulls you away from the door to get a quick slap to your ass. Rough and hard and you’re mewling, his rings stinging your skin. 

Your lips close to his ear you whisper “Eddie… please.”

He pulls away after leaving a mark on your neck. 

“You don’t have to beg, I’ll give you whatever you need, however many times you want it, honey.”

His fingers dip into your waistband around your hips as he slides your panties down to your thighs.  “Let me see that cunt, show me what I did to you.” 

You step out of your panties and he lowers himself to the floor on bent knees. “Jesus Christ, look how pretty she is, ‘m gonna eat this pussy till you cum all over my face.” 

You nod dumbly, body on fire from his words, the lust of having his hands touch you in places he never had, places you dreamt he would, has your mind spinning. 

His bangs tickle your inner thighs, breath fanning on your clit, thumbs spreading you open. He sucks in a breath, whistling low.

A single flick of his tongue— that’s all it takes for your eyes to roll, for your back to bend in an arch like you were being exorcized of hell’s worst demons. Your fingernails scratching into the door trying to anchor yourself from grinding on his face until his nose broke. 

He spits, watching it drip down to your cunt, “don’t ask me to stop.” 

Diving in, his tongue is everywhere. Lapping you up, sucking your clit into his mouth. Swirling around like you would while eating an ice cream cone. Your chest heaves and your thighs tremble as he hooks one over his shoulder pressing into him and he gently pushes it back into place, his eyes never leaving your body. 

When it happens again, he shoves it down with force, nipping at one of your thighs, his lips shiny and wet he groans, “keep ‘em put.” 

The tip of his middle finger pushes into you, and you squeak out a gasp, leaning forward off the door to take a look at him, and he nearly laughs, “jesus, you’re tight sweetheart, gonna need to work you up a bit.” 

He smiles before attaching his mouth to your thigh, sucking a bruise as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a second that’s easier than the first. Your body rolls with his motions, pushing back against him and you know your orgasm is about to snap.

His tongue replaces his fingers and the heat in your stomach releases, untying the white knot and spilling over his lips as you scream out his name. 

“Thatta girl, fuck look at you, Christ.” 

Your eyes open, a strange drunk feeling taking over, as if you were high on a cloud and falling gracefully back to the earth. Opening to see the blackened eyes of the guy you’ve called your best friend for years, and if you would have known his tongue could do that, maybe you would have ruined this friendship a lot sooner.

“Fuck off Munson,” you mutter, out of breath as your foot gently sets on the ground.

“What?” he laughs.

“Just keeping the fact that you eat pussy better than the devil all to yourself huh? Selfish.”

His face splits into a grin laced with evil as he stands, licking his lips, “that’s not all I can do.” 

He’s on you in a flash, hoising you up into his arms, and using the other to hastily shove his boxers down. “Can’t go back after this.” 

“Oh this is the tipping point? Fucking is gonna ruin it not you just making going down on me?” 

He rolls his eyes as he lines himself up with you, “what happened to that sweet girl I used to chase in the trailer park, huh?” 

You reach around your legs and grab his thick cock and lightly sink down onto it the head barely pushing past your puffy lips, “fuck…met a boy who grew up and started selling weed out of his van, kind of an asshole, really big dick though.”

He thrusts up into you so hard you nearly see black, vision spotty from pleasure alone, you whine his name and he practically comes undone.

“Don’t.. shit… don’t do that, I won’t last. Those noises haunt me… been wanting to hear them.”

He holds you tight and fucks you slowly, dragging his cock at a ridiculously slow speed. Groaning when you suck him in deep, biting his neck. 

“There it is, the noise that started this whole mess.” 

He grins into you stupidly, “I’m glad you’re perverted plan worked, you little hussy.” 

His hips move faster and your both whining, accompanied by the slapping of skin on skin. “Water heaters’ been out since last week, ‘m not stupid babe, you’re the one who called and asked.” 

“Whoops— oh my goddd,” you squeal before you're panting like a dog and clawing his arms with your nails, he was splitting you wide open and you were near to tears. 

The tears finally fall when Eddie bottoms out in your cunt, filling you up, grunting your name as he rests his forehead to your shoulder— completely spent. 

His lips kiss your collar bone and you twirl a curl away from his face exhausted around his softening length. 

“Princess,” he breathes, kissing life back into himself with the sweat from your skin, “if you wanted to fuck, you should have told me sooner, could have saved us a week of cold showers, y’know?” 

You kissed his lips, letting him set you down on the bed so you could both lay back in a lazy post sex high, surrounded by your blankets. 

“Well maybe you should have fixed it sooner, you are the maintenance manager of the building.”  

Eddie grins and pins you onto the mattress, his hair falling into your face, his thumb sweeping over your cheeks to catch a rogue eyelash, “come with me to fix it?” 

“Hmm..” fingers moving his hair behind his ear, “you gonna wear that slutty stained white tank top?” 

“Slutty? Why, gonna seduce me in the boiler room?” his lips move down your neck and you whimper. 

“Maybe…” you tease tickling his underarm, “so if I wouldn’t have barged into your room… what else would you have done?” 

Eddie only smiles, thinking of his plan to “break” the air conditioner and hide your hoodies and blankets so you’d have to come to him for warmth. 

“Let’s just say, you would have ended up as my girl one way or another.” 

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Developing Powers: Clark Kent X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Mentions of sexual situations, nudity Warnings: Characters are the same age, high school aged characters, awkward teenagers, pillow fights, farm boys being farm boys, showers, cold showers, accidental peeping Tom, mentions of masturbation Summary: Clark’s developing powers complicate things when his best friend stays over the weekend.

Clark’s pillow hits your head and you fall backwards onto his bed with a grunt. Before you can react, he’s on top of you with his hands pressing you down on your chest as he laughs in victory.

“Not fair, Kent.” You huff, struggling to reach for your pillow.

He grins, grabbing your wrist. “You started it.”

A knock prompts you both to look past the foot of Clark’s bed to the door. Pa Kent stands in the doorway, laughing lightly. “You boys are supposed to be in bed, lots of work in the morning.” He looks down at you. “And I won’t have your father thinking I ruined your work ethic, young man.”

Clark moves off of you. “Just messing around, Pa.”

“I know.” He smiles. “But I let him sleep over so you two could get to work early.”

“We’ll go to bed, sir.” You say, sitting up. “Sorry if we were being loud.”

“Just get your showers and get in bed, boys.” He turns to you. “We milk our cattle early, up by four.”

You nod. “Yes, sir.”

Pa Kent gives one last fatherly point before he closes the door and his footsteps creak over the floor towards his and Ma Kent’s room.

Clark tosses you a towel, hitting you square in the head as he giggles. “You can go first.”

You stand, giving his shoulder a light shove as you grab your backpack and disappear into the hall. Clark giggles to himself, just happy Pa agreed to let you stay the night to help with farmwork over the weekend. He flips through his homework packet, trying to find the energy to actually read the questions. He doesn’t. It’s Friday, his best friend is staying over, math homework can wait. He tosses the packet onto his desk, writing a note to do it on Sunday. With any luck, his developing super-speed applies to his math processing too.

When Clark looks up, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He can see you. His x-ray vision has slipped before and he’s been practicing his control on it, but it’s never caused him to glance up and see his best friend naked. Not just naked either, naked with water dripping over your skin and absolutely no limbs obstructing his view of your hanging dick.

Clark’s face turns bright red and he slaps his hands over his eyes. His skin has turned hot and his heart is beating a mile a minute. Sure, he’s been in a locker room with you and you’ve used urinals around each other but he’s never got such a full frontal in his life, there’s always been a wall or arm or folding pants in the way. Clark takes deep breaths, trying not to think, but when he looks back in the direction his eyes peer through without control. His breath hitches, he nearly chokes, watching your hands run over your dick. It's just scrubbing, just washing, but Clark’s mind wanders to images of you alone in your bedroom and he has to bury his face into the pillows of his bed to get his head back.

He’s sweating, face hidden in his pillow as he tries to breathe. He shouldn’t think about his best friend like that, he shouldn’t even be able to see you through the stupid walls. When Clark catches his breath and shifts to sit up, he freezes. The cotton of his boxers rubbing with the rough denim of his jeans, all making sparks of sensitivity shoot down to his toes by shifting against his now hard dick. Clark wants to scream. He just got hard at the mere thought and sight of his best friend touching himself.

The water shuts off and Clark scrambles to grab his stuff, holding it in front of himself as you walk out. His heart skips as you do, your hair still a bit wet and the pajamas clinging to your body from only just being put on.

You stop, looking at him strangely. “Uh, you okay?”

Clark nods, trying to hide his flushed face. “Mhm, yeah, just really need the shower.”

He rushes past you, disappearing into the hall. He closes the bathroom door behind him, breathing heavily as he tries to clear his head again. When the thoughts remain, Clark turns the water on cold and closes his eyes. The water washes over him, helping his erection die down in the icey temperature.

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Timothee gets overheated on the set of Dune and feels sick and reader who’s visiting him while they film in the desert takes care of him back at their rented apartment

C/W: hospital setting

Overheated

Thanks to the flexibility of your job to work literally from anywhere, you were able to accompany Timothée to Jordan when he was filming Dune 2. One day, you were strolling through the market while he was busy on set when you got a call from his assistant.

"Hello?"

"[Y/N], it's Lizz. He's alright, but..."

Your heart stopped. That was never a good start to a conversation.

"...we had to take Timothée to the hospital. He and Z were shooting a scene in the stillsuits, and he started fumbling over his lines. He got lightheaded and nearly fainted. He's hooked up to IV fluids and resting now."

"I- I'll be there as quick as I can. Can you stay with him until I get there? H-he hates hospitals," you stumbled over yourself due to rising panic.

"Of course."

Lizz let the staff know to expect you so they wouldn't stop you at the door. They quickly escorted you back to his bed. You pulled back the curtain, but her description did not adequately prepare you for what you saw.

Timothée's normally voluminous curls were plastered to his head by sweat. He was pale and shivering from the cold saline they were pumping into his bloodstream and the ice packs on his body. He opened his eyes as you touched his cold, clammy forehead. You could feel the grit from the sand on his skin.

"Hey," he rasped.

"Oh, Timmy," was all you could muster before you choked on tears. You brought his hand to your cheek and kissed his palm. You felt his thumb wipe a tear across your cheekbone.

"I'm alright, babe." He tried to reassure you.

"No, you're not." Your voice raised slightly as narrowed your eyes at him. "You are dehydrated. You are pushing yourself too hard. I kept telling you that your body would make you slow down if you didn't do so voluntarily."

"I know. B-"

"No buts. I am going to ask Lizz to clear your schedule for the rest of the week."

"They can't film without me," he argued weakly.

"Exactly! If you don't take care of yourself, you won't be able to film. Just think how many jobs will be lost if they lose their star. They cannot do this movie without you."

Timothée's eyes dropped, and he sighed heavily. "You're right."

"Damn right, I'm right," you said with a wink and a smirk. "I love you, Timothée. I just don't want to see you hurt like this again."

You took him straight to your shared apartment (a short-term lease) once he was discharged. He was still weak and shaky, so you supported his weight from the car up the stairs to the door. He practically collapsed on the bed, his lanky legs dangling from the edge. You took his shoes off and guided his legs under the covers.

Timothée fell asleep quickly, overextended just from the short journey. In the brief moments when he was awake, you encouraged him to sip on electrolyte mix. A few hours later, he attempted to get up. He was so weak that it didn't take much energy on your part to push him back down by the shoulder.

"I don't think so, mister. The doctor said you needed to rest."

"[Y/N], I don't think getting up to go to a different room counts as physical activity," he retorted. It was good to see he had the energy to argue.

"Whatever you need, I can get it for you."

Timothée smirked and raised an eyebrow. "And what if I need to go pee?"

You spluttered, then laughed, knowing he got you on that one. "Well, I would say that is a good sign and one of the few things you can get up for."

"Thanks. I can maintain at least a shred of my dignity. Do you know how embarrassing it was to nearly fall out on set?"

You tucked a loose curl behind his ear. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Timmy. They see how hard you work. The cast and crew care about you. Your phone has been blowing up ever since we got home. Z already sent over some of your favorite snacks."

"That was nice of her."

"They all want you to take the time you need to recover. Completely," you emphasized, "and not a moment sooner."

He let his head fall back on the pillow. "You were right that I needed to slow down. I went straight from Bones and All to Wonka to Dune. I promise, even though I may grumble about it, I will be a good patient until I am cleared to go back."

"Good. Besides, it'll be nice to sleep in, cuddle, and make some progress on our watch list," you replied.

Timothée squeezed your hand. "I'm glad you're here; otherwise, the downtime would be unbearable."

You pouted your lip at the sweetness. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be. I love you."

"I love you, too. But, babe, I really do need to go pee." You both laughed as you helped him stand.

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A Nighttime Disruption

It's late at night, and the room is bathed in gentle moonlight. Charles and I lie wrapped in each other's arms in bed, his arms holding me close. The room is silent, and all I can hear is the sound of our breathing. I feel the warmth of his body against mine, and it seems as if we could shut out the whole world, just for this one moment.

"I could lie here forever," I whisper, my voice soft, almost a breath, as I snuggle closer to him. My fingers glide gently over his chest, and I can feel the faint smile on his lips.

"So could I," he murmurs back, his voice deep and soft. He pulls me even closer, his lips finding their way to my forehead where he leaves a gentle kiss. "There's no place I'd rather be," he whispers. I smile at his words and look up at him. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, it seems as if the world around us stands still. Charles slowly leans down to me, his lips meeting mine in a slow, passionate kiss. I feel the warmth, the tenderness flowing between us at that moment, and everything else fades away.

But suddenly, a loud crash shatters the silence of the room. Startled, I pull away from Charles' lips and look at him alarmed. "What was that?" I ask. Charles sighs deeply, as if trying to hold onto the moment of calm. He lifts his head and listens for a moment. "It sounds like some of our students decided to test their powers in the middle of the night," he says.

"Again?" I ask incredulously, sitting up. Reluctantly, I separate myself from him, even though I hate to give up the warmth and closeness. "They know they shouldn't be doing that," I say.

"They do," Charles replies calmly as he gets out of bed and grabs his shirt from the chair beside it. He puts it on but leaves it unbuttoned, so his muscular chest is still partially visible. The cold night air brushes against my skin as he turns back to me, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"Come on," he says with a slight smile, offering me his hand. "Let's go see what's happening before they tear the place apart," Charles says. I take his hand and stand up. Together, we make our way through the dark corridors, the silence around us only interrupted by the increasing noises coming from the fighting students. It gets louder as we get closer, with voices shouting over each other and the crackling of energy slicing through the air.

"They just don't stop," I murmur as we turn the corner and see the source of the noise.

In front of us stand two students facing each other in the middle of an empty room, their eyes full of anger. One student is shooting bolts of energy across the room, while the other is forming flames in his hands, ready to release them. Their powers clash.

"Enough!" Charles' voice cuts through the chaotic scene with authority. Immediately, the students freeze and drop their powers when they see us. The flames extinguish, and the energy dissipates as both students lower their heads in shame.

I step forward and cross my arms over my chest. "What do you think you're doing here?" My voice is stern, and I see the students shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

"He started it," one of them mutters, while the other immediately protests, "No, he started it!"

Charles raises a hand to interrupt the argument. "It doesn't matter who started it. You both know there are rules that must be followed, especially at night. Your powers are not tools for fighting," Charles says, slightly tense.

I step closer to the two of them, my voice calming but no less determined. "You're going back to your rooms now. We'll talk about this tomorrow morning when you've calmed down," I say. The students nod silently and immediately make their way out of the room. As their footsteps fade away in the distance, I turn to Charles, who is still standing there with his shirt half open, his chest slightly glistening with sweat. A small smile spreads across my face at the sight.

"And I thought we were finally going to have a peaceful night," I say with a slight smile.

Charles laughs softly, his tension easing as he steps closer to me. "Maybe we can still salvage the night," he murmurs, before gently pulling me into his arms and giving me a loving kiss on the lips.

"I hope so," I whisper back, letting my fingers glide over the unbuttoned buttons of his shirt, pulling him closer. "Let's go back to bed before anyone else gets the idea to cause chaos," I say. He nods and briefly closes his eyes, as if savoring the moment. "That sounds like a perfect plan," he replies softly before taking my hand.

Together, we head back to our room. As we slip under the covers again, I know that we have the rest of the night to ourselves, undisturbed, ready to make up for the lost time.

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Playing Dangerous

SUMMARY: female Reader, who works for the Cartel, received instructions to burn down a house for her boss. Javier went to arrest her, but once she realized he wouldn't play the same games as her, she knew she needed to offer up something else as her ticket to freedom... WARNINGS: 18+, no use of Y/N, power play, prostitution & bribery if you look close, unspoken degradation, handcuffs, unprotected piv sex, creampie, lots of good girl bombs, car sex (one day i’ll write good smut in a bed…one day) WC: 4.9k - It is finally here. The second story in my LDR series. So sorry for the long wait, but I hope you enjoy ♡

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You just can’t stay out of trouble, can you?

You were standing on your small porch with an admirably handsome DEA agent questioning you about a fire. You knew you had the upper hand here when you noticed his eyes casting over your half-naked body that glistened with a light layer of sweat.

“Do you know anything about that, ma’am?” He asked you softly; you knew he knew it was you, but what proof did he have?

You just smirked and shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “No, sir,” you cooed while pursing your lips.

He cleared his throat hastily and his eyes narrowed. “Really? Because witnesses say you’re the one responsible.”

Apparently, he had enough proof.

You shrugged, maintaining eye contact with him. “Everybody knows that I’m a good girl, officer.”

His body tensed at your voice’s softness but he maintained his composure for the most part. A breeze passing by gave your skin goosebumps and made your nipples perk up; he briefly daydreamed about his tongue twirling around it, feeling annoyed that he was thinking about something like that during a stressful time for him.

“It’s Agent,” he corrected.

Your eyebrows raised and you gave him a fake apologetic look. “Oh, my apologies.”

“So… It wasn’t you?”

“No, I wouldn’t do a thing like that.”

And it was mostly true. You preferred a less obvious way of taking out enemies and outposts, but your boss’s boss wanted everyone to know who was still in charge here. You disagreed with the approach but didn’t argue. After all, they do pay your bills.

“Are you sure?” He edged, sensing how you wanted to play games with him. He was over it, and to be frank, your short and thin nightgown had his head full of inappropriate thoughts that made him want to hurry up and get home to fuck his fist.

He hated how pretty you were in the moonlight with your makeup from the day still on, but his wandering eyes saw how fresh your lipstick was. He perceived it as your way of trying to seduce him, or whatever officer came by, and being turned on by it pissed him off even more.

“I heard from the neighbors that the house was already on fire,” you said simply with a swift shrug, but his warm and inviting eyes suddenly turn shallow and cold; you were thrown off of your game of lies so you attempted to change the subject. “Gosh, I’m all exposed here in my nightgown… Do you mind if I go and cover up? You’re more than welcome to come inside.”

Yeah. Right. Javier may be attracted to you, but he’s not stupid. You could take this as an opportunity to shoot him or kidnap him.

As harmless as you look, you were still one of Escobar’s employees and they typically did whatever they needed to survive with confidence. This just wasn’t a chance Javier could take.

“Nice try. Come on, hands on your head,” he said contemptuously while unveiling his handcuffs.

You frowned feeling confused at the sudden shift of his energy, stuttering over your own words as you defiantly obliged.

His eyes avoided yours as he readied the cuffs and stepped closer to you to make the arrest official. He didn’t care to be gentle with you either — why should he?

After all, you did almost kill someone tonight.

His slender fingers jabbed at your ribcage as his hand forced your body to turn around; you felt a few knuckles crack uncomfortably from how hard he pulled your hands from above your head to the small of your back.

“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on me?” You asked when he clicked the cuffs a little too far. He didn't respond.

He tried to keep his eyes off of how plump your ass looked beneath the thin gown, but it was hard when the force of his hands moving your body as he cuffed you made your ass jiggle effortlessly.

But still, he maintained composure.

You accepted your fate, but you still wanted to try to earn your freedom. Something you’d never done before but weren’t ashamed to do. Not when a man this handsome wears his heart — or rather, his cock on his sleeve.

He pulled at your arm roughly and began walking you to his car. The lack of communication from him only prompted you to speak even more.

“Please, I’ll do anything,” you said.

Still nothing.

“Please, officer, I will do anything.”

Fuck… How he would give almost anything to bend you over and—no.

He knew that you were just trying to get off scot-free, and he couldn’t—wouldn’t let that happen.

“Anything you like, sir,” you cooed oh so sweetly it nearly gave him a toothache.

He stopped you right in front of the car to glare at you. At least he tried to. Your smile was smug yet innocent, and your eyes expressed an eagerness foreign to him.

You weren’t a prostitute, and he knew that from your record. You weren’t the type to sell your body, so… Why do it now? He wondered if you were trying to be let go or maybe…? No, no, it can’t be that…

He realized he’d been in thought too long when he looked back into your eyes, and that eagerness hadn’t left. Was it possible you really just wanted to have sex with him?

The light in your eyes gleamed different than most of the women he’d been with — he just couldn’t put his finger on the particular emotion.

“Nobody has to know if that’s what you’re worried about,” you whispered as your eyes faltered to his partially exposed chest.

Oh.

The excitement and eagerness and anticipation he was picking up from you? It was rebellion. You didn’t want to have sex with Javier. What you wanted was to lay in bed with the enemy. It all made sense.

And it made him undeniably weak in the knees. His stomach flipped just thinking about it.

“Sounds like that’s what you’re worried about,” he retorted.

A flicker of vulnerability highlights your eyes that wasn't unnoticed by him. He didn’t understand why his body was under so much hesitation by your damsel in distress act.

Maybe it was how you called yourself a good girl even though everything about you screamed otherwise. Your short gown and your evilly beautiful smile… Your cockiness and playful personality…

Or maybe Javier had just gone too long without any.

“Let’s get in the back of your cop car, officer,” you keenly propose; though the repetition of officer had him gritting his teeth, he no longer wanted to hold off your fantasy of betrayal. “You can ask me anything you want.”

“Anything?”

You simpered at the way his eyebrows raised and nodded. “Anything.”

He didn’t hesitate with your negotiation, using his broody arm to swiftly pull you to the side of the Jeep before he opened the door for you.

He shouldn’t be doing this. No, Steve is gonna kill him. What kind of person takes sex from an arsonist as a bribe? Had his standards for morality really dropped that low? But he caught a glimpse of the still-burning fire in the distance and decided: what the hell?

He climbed in after you and shut the door, thankful you live in a more than secluded area. He could have been a gentleman and taken you to your bedroom. He just didn’t want to.

He studied you like any of Escobar’s other men — and you surprised him tonight. You were notorious for being hardheaded (that had only been proven correct tonight), but you also had the reputation of making men your bitch.

So he couldn’t help but wonder… What made him so different that you’d degrade yourself for an arrest that probably wouldn’t have even held up anyways?

Were you that desperate? Didn’t matter. He was going to find out.

“Do you have a girl?”

Your question threw him off. “Hmm?” He raised a questioning eyebrow.

“I don’t see a ring on your finger,” you said instead of repeating yourself.

“Uh, no,” he said though he wasn’t entirely sure what the truth was at this exact moment. “No Misses… Is that seriously where you draw the line?”

You grinned and giggled loudly, shifting to find comfort within your current restraint. “No, but that does make this a little less fun.”

He couldn’t ignore how his cock antagonized his jeans, enthusiastically twitching against his zipper. He cleared his throat and spread his thighs to try and give his member some room to breathe, to no avail.

His tone was mean and cold as he spoke. “Is that what this is? Fun?”

Your smile faltered almost entirely, replacing itself with a much more shy one. No man who was only minutes away from fucking you had ever spoken like that. You couldn’t deny the insecurity that suddenly rose inside of you.

“It doesn’t have to be,” you said bashfully, unintentionally batting your eyes at him and cowering your head down. As embarrassed as you were, you almost enjoyed it: the shame and the submission eradicated any impulsiveness within you. 

This was no longer an escape plan but a mere effort to make him remember you.

“…I can ask you anything?” He asked after squinting at you. He tried his best not to smile when he realized he was getting to you.

“Anything you want,” you said just barely above a whisper.

He watched you look at him through your eyelashes with admiration glowing in your pretty eyes. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger to tilt your head up a little; he gave you a crooked smile before asking, “Are you a good girl?”

Your heart leaped inside your warm chest. You wanted to stoop to his level and be mean and taunting right back, but you just fucking couldn’t.

God, he was handsome. So dark yet so bright. With a mysterious charisma that no other man could possess, he had you wrapping yourself around his finger. So… You try to appease him.

“That’s what I said, isn't it?”

You didn’t hear how harsh it came out, so it was a surprise when his gentle fingers wrapped tightly around your jaw below your chin. You whimpered and leaned your chest to his forearm, giving him goose skin.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed out. “I didn’t mean to—“

“Shh,” he whispered, “I know.” He teasingly moved your head around and half-smiled again. “Did you set the house on fire?”

“I—“

His grip tightened, resulting in your cheeks and lips being squished up a little. “I’ll know if you’re lying.”

“Y—yes. I did.”

“C’mere.” His hand remained clamped around your jaw while he managed to guide you atop his lap; he used his free hand to undo the button and zipper on his jeans and then reached beneath your nightgown and rubbed your panty line. “Good girl… Right?” You could only nod at his question, untrusting of your voice. His grip loosened so that he could trace his thumb over your tinted cheeks. “S’this what you really want?”

You gave him a daunting smile and nodded once more. “Yes.”

His hands disappeared below your gown; his right arm wrapped around your hips to lift you slightly while his left hand reached for his semi-hard length, pulling it out with a hard tug.

He kept his pouted brown eyes on yours the entire time, wanting to see every movement your face made. He pulled your panties to the side and let his swelling head meet your entrance.

Javier admired your patience — even dragging the head of his cock back and forth along your pussy lips for a minute wouldn’t make you act out of line. You wanted to prove to him how good you were so that he could forget all of the bad things you did.

He carefully placed his cock head at your entrance and slowly let go of your hips so that you could take your time to adjust to him.

A contentious sigh fell from his lips when he felt how tight you were compared to his girth. He took the liberty of undoing the rest of his shirt while you tried to gather enough stability to fully sink onto him, but with the lack of foreplay, a pain-filled hiss was heard by you.

“Take it slow,” he instructed confidently. “Take what you can.”

A sense of relief washed over you, and for the time being, you only took a couple of inches inside your needy cunt. You exhaled softly as you raised your hips kindly and slid back down.

Javier watched with attentive eyes, finding the little frown forming on your face adorable. Your eyes were shut with focus as you tried to maintain balance and a slow but consistent pace.

“Fuck,” you whispered, feeling the slight burning sensation of him stretching you out slowly dissipate into pure pleasure as your slick walls relaxed around him, allowing you to take more of his length in.

Even though his eyes were on your face, all his focus was on how tightly your sopping pussy squeezed around him. He loved how your pussy clenched around him to adapt to his girth. If your pussy felt this good now, he couldn’t wait to know how much better it’ll get when you come.

“Why’d you set the house on fire?” He asked randomly.

“What?” Your movements faltered, and you frowned at him. Is that seriously what’s on his mind right now?

“Did I say you could stop?” He said darkly.

You hesitated, stuttering out a, “N—no.”

But you were too lost in his stern eye contact to start riding him again.

So with one brief movement, he forced your hips down so that his cock filled you. A cry of pain left your lips, and you unintentionally tightened your knees against his thighs, which he didn’t seem to mind.

You were sure to not waste another moment, so you lifted your hips and took everything in again, but he filled you to your brim.

The bulbous head of his dick grazing against the peak of your cervix became more comfortable within a few more movements, and you finally gained enough composure to answer his question.

“I do everything the boss tells me to. Mnh…” You breathed heavily and settled at a steady pace, feeling your arms beginning to lock up behind you. “I don’t question it. I just do it.”

He surprised you by thrusting into you once as you were lifted, but he was careful not to go too deep. “Okay… I believe you.”

You grinned and sank onto him completely. “What’s your real name?” You asked him, leaning your face closer to his.

He stared plainly at your eyes and held his breath for a moment. “Javier.”

You rewarded him by going up…then down again. You watched how his body responded to the slow but forceful movement. “What a pretty name,” you complimented. “Do you prefer Javier… Or something else?”

“I’d prefer it if you stopped teasing me,” he groaned through clenched teeth. You felt his body tense up despite the lack of physical contact.

Your eyes battered back and forth in brief ponder. You wanted to tease him a little longer, make him beg for it even, but you had to remind yourself that he was in charge whether you liked it or not.

“Can you hold onto me for a second?” You asked, which he seemed happy to do.

Something about feeling up the smooth fabric that clad your body sent shivers down his spine and straight to his dick.

His long fingers found their way around your waist, and you trusted his grip enough to shift onto your feet so that you were squatting on him.

“Okay,  now I need you to put your arms under my thighs,” you instructed, praising him when he listened. “Just hold me steady, okay?”

You didn’t give him much time to respond before raising your body until his cock was almost entirely out of you, then you slammed your hips back down so that he filled you again.

He couldn’t prevent the pathetic and loud whimper that escaped his throat. The slight change in the position provided more than enough pleasure to make his entire body jerk. His hands instinctively grabbed the cuff of your ass as you repeated the motion at a relentless pace with an intense force every time you squatted.

At this angle, your walls gripped around him so much he grew afraid he would come too soon, but he couldn’t stop — he didn’t fucking want to.

Everything felt too good. You were so wet for him, and he felt your hot precum leak out of you and coat his balls. Your ass was warm but still covered in goosebumps from how his cock stretched you out so sweetly — nothing was painful anymore. Not even your handcuffed wrists.

Seeing the pure bliss spread across his face was motivating you to continue. His eyes were shut, and his eyebrows were raised with concern. You watched as his tongue flicked across his bottom lip between the helpless moans he let out.

When he noticed how quiet you were, he looked at you worriedly, but you were just focused on being good for him. He saw how heavy your eyes were and how you were almost biting back your moans.

“That feel good?” You asked when you saw him look.

His eyebrows stitched together as he profusely nodded and gripped even more of your ass. “Yes, fuck yes, keep going,” he encouraged.

The strap to your gown slipped down your shoulder enough to reveal part of your nipple. Javier was inclined to fully unveil your breast, but something about almost seeing all of you was more invigorating, at least for the time being.

All these feelings were too much: he had to come, but he didn’t want to stop. But your velvety walls only felt like they were getting tighter and tighter.

You felt him getting close with how his body kept twitching, flinching, and tensing up with every squat. His moans grew breathy and hitched rather than full of bass. He wouldn’t be able to hold off any longer.

He let you get him as close as possible. So fucking close. His body was on fire, and his head fell back against the seat again.

His cock was tortured by the slickness of your walls that dared him to empty himself inside of you, but when an inch of his orgasm had begun, he was quick to push your hips up and slip himself out of you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he shouted. You chuckled, shifting back to your knees for comfort, then leaned forward to kiss him. He looked up at you again and gave you an embarrassed smile. “Fuck, sorry,” he laughed against your lips. His laugh was so sweet and gentle.

You loved the way he talked and how hollow his voice sounded. His words were bitter, but his voice tasted so sweet.

He gave you another kiss while lifting you off his lap; he guided your body so that you were on your knees facing the window before pulling your panties aside again to slip back into your glistening pussy.

You gasped at the newfound depth and rested your head on the seat, smiling when you felt him tug at the link connecting the handcuffs.

This was wrong.

The lack of respect you had for your colleagues and bosses got you here. Fucking ‘the enemy’. It felt so good to decide on your own, to betray them. It was like Javier took a lighter and ignited every flame inside of you again.

He pleased parts of you that he wasn’t aware of, and you couldn’t be bothered to let it end so soon. Not when rebellion tasted so sweet and fucked you so good.

Javier noticed you biting your lip again to quiet yourself — yet another habit you picked up on from previous partners — and hated it. He loved having vocal partners, even if words weren’t being said. He felt a little insecure, wondering if he wasn’t doing a good job, but your trembling body told him otherwise.

“Com’ere,” he said, lifting your upper half from the seat. His clad chest pressed against your back with the cool metal of the handcuffs hovering over your ass, and he kissed your jawbone before trailing a lick up your ear. “Don’t hold back for me, baby. Let me hear you,” he pleaded weakly.

Shivers trickled down your body, and you shuddered at the feeling. He smelled of expensive cigarettes, a light layer of musky cologne, and sweat. His scent was so intoxicating and made you even more needy for his touch. His calloused hands grazing over your ass beneath your pajamas tickled your skin and made you exhale loudly.

You felt his hand snake between your bodies before he lined his dick up with your entrance. He pushed it in at an achingly slow pace, making you whine and pout.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he said in a way that sounded like he was laughing at you. His hand palmed your hip as he began thrusting inside you, filling you up nicely each time. “That feel good?”

You nodded and held your breath, making him punish you by reaching around your hip to land firm a smack against your clit. You yelped and flinched, yet found the pain to be a turn-on.

“Yes,” you said, not wanting to be scolded by him any further. “Yes! It feels good.”

He chuckled wryly and began pounding into you at a relentless speed. His thighs slapped against yours, and his grip on your hip tightened.

You let out noises you didn’t even know you could make. Squeaks, yelps, falsettos — all this for Javier, and oh my God, did it bring him close to the edge again.

He wanted you to feel him, touch him. No. He needed you to. He needed your hands to undress him. To tug at his hair and claw at his back. He needed you to hold his face in your soft and clammy palms. He wanted to watch your pretty fingers work patterns on your clit while he bent your legs to your head and fucked into your stomach.

Then, suddenly he began uncuffing your wrists. You were thankful for the relief but tried to contain your excitement. He held the handcuffs in front of your face, then whispered, “You misbehave, and they go right back on. You understand?”

You nodded, shouting out, “Yes,” before gripping his hand on your hips as he still pounded your squelching pussy.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he began hitting your favorite spot at a new angle, fulfilling your need for pleasure in the deepest parts of your heart.

He moved his hand to grip your jaw and pulled your head back so your forehead pressed against his chin. Your back was in discomfort from the arched position, but his cock made up for it.

“Look at you…” He grunted. Your mouth was agape, and your eyes were clenched shut as your raspy moans filled his ears. “So fucking helpless,” he whispered, leaving soft pecks against your forehead. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby girl. Oh.”

You cried out his name as he continued to speak sweet nothings to you. Your nails clawed at his hand at the rise of tension building inside of your stomach.

“You treat me so well, Javier,” you breathlessly spoke. “That feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He kept his momentum up as best he could when he felt your walls flutter around his shaft. It made his head feel dizzy, and his cock ached from wanting to release inside you.

The pressure began to release itself, and you weren’t sure how much longer it’d be before you came. “Can I—fuck! Can I cum? Can I please cum?”

His plump lips neared your ear as he said, “Yes, yes, yes, you can cum for me, pretty girl. You’re such a good girl for me.”

You screamed embarrassingly loud as your pussy flexed and contracted against him at his words, amplifying the orgasm peacocking throughout your body. He released your neck and ran his hands over your shoulder blades as you bent over and fucked him back to ride out your orgasm.

He looked down where you two were connected and saw a thick, white ring of cum wrapped around the base of his cock. He listened to your lowering volume carefully, waiting until you were finished as he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

At least not yet.

“Good…” He paused to land a firm smack on your ass cheek. “…Girl.” Another smack.

You flinched both times, making you both lazily giggle. He nibbled at your earlobe and kissed your neck before directing you to lie down.

You made sure to slouch down a little so that your back was against the seat and your legs up in the air; he rid you of your panties before cupping the back of your knees. He kept your legs pushed back and spread wide open for him as he slowly dipped his cock inside you without assistance.

You watched in awe as he stretched you out again, humming when he filled you and yelping when he pulled out. You laughed when he repeated the action a few times: fill you up, leave you empty…

He loved watching your muscles twitch due to his movements, such as your clit throbbing and your entrance clinging to him.

Finally, he went as deep as he could reach and watched the peak of your belly rise a little. He looked into your eyes and gave you a reassuring smile.

“You okay?” He asked quickly.

“Yeah,” you assured, “that feels good.”

His smile turned to a smirk, and he rocked his hips slowly. “Yeah?” He laughed.

You reached out to hold his face in your hands while biting your lip. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. He allowed himself to fall into the euphoric feeling of you.

His mind wanted to remember how all this felt: your walls were so warm with soft edges, but your hands were so smooth against the grain of his beard. Your moans were intoxicating and addictive.

It was all he wanted to hear at this point in time. Who you were before didn’t matter anymore. Fuck no. You were Javier’s newly founded favorite priority, and he’d do anything to feel this good with you again.

He felt he was also rebelling against his morals and nature. How could he resist you, though? Standing there in your cute little nightgown and fresh lipstick on… So naughty and daunting yet so beautiful and obedient.

He reopened his lust-filled eyes and watched you moan and cry for him and for more. Your eyes were narrow, and your lip was swollen from where you were biting. You looked so pathetic beneath him, and it stroked his ego a little too much.

“Look at you.” He leaned his chest down to yours and gave you a sloppy kiss. “Look at you taking my cock like a good girl, hmm?” He laughed bullyingly and smacked the back of your thigh while he rose again. “Play with your pussy, baby girl,” he told you; you obeyed without a second thought and gave yourself the added pleasure. “That’s it, good job… Yeah, keep doing that. Oh-ho, you look so pretty like that.”

You rubbed your clit like you do any other time you touch yourself, but your nerves were already so overwhelmed that you went in a little more rough than usual.

You twisted, pinched, smacked, and rubbed relentlessly at your innocent clit, almost like you were punishing yourself. Javier saw how needy you were to come again and couldn’t hold out much longer.

He was preparing himself to ask you where you wanted him to finish, but he felt you gather some of your cum up from around him before you shoved your slicked fingers into your mouth while maintaining eye contact with him.

He couldn’t control nor stop it.

He was a whimpering and moaning pathetic mess above you.

He collapsed on top of you and finished his orgasm with lazy thrusts, feeling overstimulated sooner than he would have liked to admit.

He lifted his head shamefully and rolled his eyes when he saw your arrogant ass smile.

“Shut up,” he said though you hadn’t said anything. He felt guilty for not giving you a second orgasm, but you were already reaching for your panties and slipping them back on. He sat beside you and tucked his faltering erection in his jeans before zipping them up halfway.

“Gonna keep you inside of me as long as possible,” you whispered seductively in his ear after he lit his cigarette. He rolled his eyes more playfully this time and simpered bashfully. “You still gonna arrest me, Javier?” You chirped after facing him and sitting on your knees.

He breathed out the smoke from his lungs and looked at you while rubbing your half-exposed thigh. “I thought everybody said you were a good girl?”

You grinned, a blush spreading rapidly over your cheekbones. You responded to him by subtly nodding.

“Come ‘ere.” You two shared a kiss that was full of post-sex love and excitement. “If I have to put these handcuffs on you again, I won't be so nice."

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Your wish is my command!

(There's less comfort here and more hurt than I planned, and then the sexual tension snuck in, oh my ...)

A deal with the devil

Rated: T

Words: 980

Tags: Pirate AU; Pirate Eddie; castaway Steve; Billy Hargrove being an asshole; Steve Harrington whump; dehydration; non-consensual bondage; sexual tension; sexual innuendo

The water runs out before the first day is through.

They gave him a single skin of it. That, and a blunt knife to ward off the sharks.

“To tide you over until you find land or a kind soul to aid you,” Hargrove winked, patting his cheek as the boat began to lower. “I'm not a monster, pretty boy.”

Steve said nothing. There is no land for hundreds of miles. They passed the last ship three days ago. They both knew this.

He refused to touch the water at first, even as the sun burnt his skin and his tongue began to feel like a piece of cotton in his mouth. He knew it would only prolong the inevitable. But the human instinct for survival is a dumb thing, and with the sun at its zenith and the ocean blurring into the sky all around him, he eventually pressed the skin to his cracked lips, emptying it with three greedy gulps.

He doesn’t know how long ago that was. It feels like weeks, even though the rational part of him knows it can't have been more than a day or two. He's been drifting in and out of consciousness, though, and it's hard to tell.

Not like it matters, he thinks, staring up at the deadly white disk overhead. He should shut his lids against the glare, but he can't even muster the energy to blink. His eyes should water from the light, but there's no liquid left in him. All he can do is lie here and hope that it will be quick now.

He slips into dreams. Voices filling his ears. A cold shadow enveloping him. Hands cradling him, combing sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. Dark hair billowing around a pale, pretty face, like seaweed. A siren come to pull him into the depths, he thinks deliriously, to drag him into his wet grave and devour his flesh.

He doesn't mind.

It will be cool under the sea.

*

When he opens his eyes again, he's confused at first. Purgatory looks a lot different from what he expected. He thought there'd be fire, not linen pillows and brocade curtains. He also thought it'd smell like smoke and burning skin, not like wood and sea salt and gunpowder.

Steve shoots up with a strangled shout. The wet cloth on his forehead slips and lands next to the bed.

He's not in purgatory. He's on a ship. In the captain's quarters, if the curtained bed and lush carpets are anything to go by.

He's also been cuffed to the bed by one wrist.

His free hand instinctively gropes for the knife in his boot, only to find that it's gone.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

He freezes.

There's a man in the armchair beside the bed. Steve didn’t notice him before, because he was reclining into the cushions, but now he's leaning forward, dark eyes watching Steve from under a wide-brimmed hat. The rings on his fingers glint as he stacks his hands, resting his chin on them. Balanced between his fingers is the knife.

“That's mine,” Steve blurts. “Give it back.”

The man laughs.

“I saved your life out there, darling, be a little more grateful. I usually take a lot more from the vessels I encounter.”

Steve's stomach drops. Because now that the fog is slowly lifting from his mind, the man looks familiar. He's seen that face before, staring back at him from wanted posters in port towns.

“You're Edward Munson,” he mutters. “The pirate.”

“That's me,” Munson swoops into a bow. “Welcome aboard the Hellfire. Now, who do I have the pleasure with?”

Steve bites his bottom lip. That grin goes just a little wider.

“Nevermind,” Munson purrs. “I think I know.”

Steve remains silent, hoping the hammering of his racing heart will not betray him.

“The Marines are looking for a boy matching your description,” Munson continues, cleaning his nails with the knife. “Governor's son. Made off with one of daddy's ships to play pirates, it's the talk of-”

“No idea what you mean,” Steve snaps. “I'm a simple sailor who was in a shipwreck, I-”

Munson scoffs. “Alright then, sailor. Tell me why I shouldn't just turn you over? That reward is handsome, I could make good use of it.”

“Except you won't,” Steve says, and now it's his turn to measure the other man with a smug smile. “Can't spend that money without a head.”

Munson sighs.

“I just want a nice, easy life,” he whines theatrically. “What's wrong with that? You rob a few ships, seize a treasure or two, and suddenly people are out for your life. And yet, somehow, I am the abominable one here, imagine that!”

Steve stares at him. Munson clears his throat.

“Anyhow,” he then says. “Don't think I'll let you laze around in my bed forever. You want to stay, you apply yourself like everybody else.”

Steve wants to tell him to go fuck himself, but somehow that doesn't seem smart. Not with his only weapon in the guy's hand and nothing but water around them for days.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “I'll apply myself. I can mop the deck, help out in the kitchen, whatever you-”

Munson waves him off. “Nah, I got people for that.”

Steve scowls. “Then what-”

One ring-clad hand touches his jaw and the words die on his tongue.

“Don't worry, sweetheart,” Munson winks at him. “We'll find something for you to do. Something to make my life just a little bit nicer and easier, right?”

Steve bites his tongue so hard he tastes copper, and nods. He only needs to hold out until they get to land and he can figure out a way to get his ship back.

If he needs to sell his soul to the Devil of the Hellfire to accomplish that, so be it.

Something, something, they fuck about it, fall in love, kick Billy's ass and take back Steve's ship, they become pirate husbands, the end.

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[skellymom]

hey skelly!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was wondering if, perhaps, you could do a one shot with Hunter where 'reader' is sick???? please??? im currently very sick and its killing me :/

~ tysm, jamie <3

@fionajames my FRIENDO! I hope you feel better soon.

Here ya go! There is some lovey-dovey to this one shot, but done in a respectful manner. Angsty, implied nudity. SAFE FOR WORK! My apologies if the spelling or grammar is off. I wanted to bang this baby out quickly to get it to you!!!

Word Count: 907

Background: Reader is not feeling well. But Hunter will DEFINITELY help change that.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

"HEALING TOUCH" - Hunter x Reader Request

Kicking off the covers, you sighed from the heat.  

Heat from your fever. 

Tossing and turning, every part of the bed uncomfortable. Your joints ached as if packed with jagged glass.  

There was NO sleep for tonight. 

There was NO sleep for Hunter, either. 

He could hear as you thrashed about in bed. Feel your horribly high fever. 

It started with a general malaise...as Tech called it. Low level energy. Mild Lethargy. Your Sergeant noticed you were off. He ordered you to take a break from ration loading and lay down in your bunk on board the Marauder. 

You crashed out immediately. Thinking you would just sit, then lay down on your bunk for a MOMENT before getting undressed for bed...didn’t pan out. However, you woke up hours later UNDRESSED FOR BED clad in your rudimentary binder and underwear sleepwear. 

You SWORE you never got yourself ready for bed before hitting your bunk... 

You FINALLY awoke bathed in sweat. The room was too uncomfortably hot. You had to pee, but REALLY didn’t care to move. When your bladder threatened to overflow, you lurched to the refresher.  

Coming back from your trip left you winded and weak. 

But being worn out doesn’t promise sleep. Maybe one-minute intervals every 15 standard minutes. Jolting awake to lay in bed, then change position... 

...to lay in bed, then change position... 

...to lay in bed, then change position... 

...to lay in bed, then change position... 

Rinse, repeat 

Then your body temp dropped quickly, resulting in shivers. You burrowed into fetal position under the covers.  

“Y/N?” Your Sergeant whispers. His voice even smokier at a low register.  

His voice could still excites you...even being this sick.  

A prickle of heat makes its way up your body and over your face. You feel its tendrils envelope you, warm you up...then proceeds to shoot up to burning hot. 

“Hhmm...” Still weak as hell. 

“How you feeling?” Hunter reaches under the covers to feel your forehead and face. 

His strong callused hand tenderly slides down your forehead, then cups one side of your face, then the other. He takes his time to feel your body temperature. It’s a show of care with a side of sultry touch. 

Your body heats up to a definite fever pitch. 

“Ummm...” is ALL you can muster. EVERYTHING is SO MUCH! All of your senses being assaulted by your own body.  

Is this what it’s like for Hunter...all the time??? 

You try to mumble this statement to him. It comes out weak, incoherent...DELERIOUS. 

He’s pulled you upright in the bunk. Looking into your eyes. Oh...that man...he’s DIVINE! You think among other things that get lost in the mush of your thoughts. It’s SO HARD to think right now. 

Your perception blurs, then the room flips.  

“Y/N!!!” Is the last thing you hear... 

...waking up SHIVERING...in the cold rain? In just a binder and panties... 

As you focus your awareness slowly...while sitting on the refresher shower floor. Leaning against... 

HUNTER 

You are BOTH shivering in each other’s arms. His legs are spread out on either side of you. You were leaning on Hunter’s chest. He was drenched in the cold water and air as well...and shivering from the chill. 

Hunter was only wearing his Republic tightie-whities. They were drenched and stuck to him like a second skin...a rather translucent one. You covertly took in his “geography”. Muscular...neatly manicured body hair... 

“Y/N?” That smoky voice. 

“Hyeahhh...” You comically whispered. 

Hunter chuckled. Deep base in your ear against his firm, slightly furred chest.  

And he smelled AMAZING! It couldn’t be explained: like deep wilderness with the sunlight filtering through the trees...it’s warm fragrance...the sound of life in a place...the strength and heart of Oak trees...of safety in a green place  

Some approximation of that... 

You chuckled back “I think my fever’s broke.” in a guilty but emboldened whisper. 

“Hhm...you sure?” 

You sigh...he can feel the heat of your blush.  

He caresses your back. 

He knows how you feel about him. Could read you the moment you met. The little flirtations you sent out...that he returned... 

Could even feel the moment your fever broke, but continued to hold you to be sure, making sure your temperature never dropped too far down. 

Hunter’s been respectful. Waiting for your move. He’s doing that now, too. 

You reach up to trace your finger along his jawline, then caress the side of his face. You look up at him and hold his gaze. 

His eyes are soft but fierce. A small smile graces his lips. It’s an adoring face. 

Hunter reaches down to take your head gently in his hands. Then kisses your forehead, holding his lips to you for a moment. He takes in your scent. 

“I REALLY want to...I do. But now isn’t the best time.” Hunter senses your request. A responsible caretaker first, passionate partner later. 

He reaches up to turn off the refresher showerhead. Then proceeded to get you off the floor, dried, dressed, fed, and settled back into your bunk. 

“Get some sleep, Y/N. I’ll just be over in my...” 

You interrupt by grabbing Hunter’s hand before he can retreat. 

“Stay with me...big spoon?” 

He smiles. Then blushes. Then gives a mock stern face. 

“Of course...JUST strict bed rest. Cuddling only!” 

“Of course.” You smirk at Hunter. 

“You’re...going to make it really HARD ON me, huh?” 

“Bet your Duncan Hines Cake on it!” 

Hunter slid into the bunk and wrapped you up in him... 

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A New Home Ch. 43

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1k

Warning: Vomit

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You quickly ran off, making up some useless excuse.

You found your way to the train station, figuring that was the best way to get to him. You rode with anxiousness, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you waited for the right stop. Once things began looking familiar, you got off and ran around.

Curse how exhausted you were from the battles.

There he was.

You barely noticed the way Rider's face fell when he spotted you, but his expression immediately hardened back into his sanitized state- brows furrowed, nose and lips in a snarl.

You were too late.

You shoot a worried glance towards the blue team, spotting Hachi. You barely get to offer him a kind wave before a battle breaks loose. Goggles hands you a hero version of your main weapon- where did he get that from...? Either way, you thanked him and focused your gaze back towards Rider.

Rider's eyes land on you while he mutters the word: "Exterminate."

You skillfully dodge his splashdown, standing protectively in front of the others- knowing full well how much stronger you are than them. Rider sends attack after attack towards you and the others, but it seems you're his main target. No- you were the sanitization's main target. You remember all the tricks to avoid attacks thanks to that intense battle you had with inner agent 3 back when you played Splatoon 2... you still get shivers sometimes when Calamari Inkantation plays.

The scene plays out much longer than you remember it being in the manga. You're dripping with sweat, and the others are down, weakened by Rider's constant attacks.

You need to hype Goggles up enough so that he has the energy to defeat Rider- you don't quite remember how he did it, but you were sure it was some sort of main character move.

Only when he does finally do what was he was meant to - which would have created a comical sweatdrop on your temple had you 1: been in an anime and 2: hadn't been in this dire of a situation. That's right, Goggles pantsed Rider.

But this time, it didn't bring him out of his sanitized state.

Maybe you needed to treat it like the original Inner Agent 3 battle, and defeat him five times? Knock off the sanitization?

You attacked each other relentlessly until you were ready to collapse. There was something holding you back from attacking at full strength- you didn't want to put Rider in more pain than you assumed he was already in with the sanitization.

Finally with one last swift dodge to the left and you manage to land a perfect hit on the gross sanitization, knocking it off. Once your ink falls from his face, you're left slack-jawed and eyes wide at the nasty chemical burn it seems to have left.

Now this wasn't canon. You worriedly pick him up in your arms, glad to have had all that strength training. The others begin slowly waking up as you shout at them to get on the train home.

You wore a worried expression the whole ride as the others stay silent.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You ran into the S4's home with Rider unconscious in your arms. You began barking out orders, gently placing him on the bed in the spare room he was sleeping in earlier. You asked Aloha for a damp cloth- inkling safe water of course- and Army for a first-aid kit. They bolted off while Skull and Mask stood nearby, checking out his wounds. Mask appears uninterested, but you can tell he's slightly curious as to what happened. Before he has time to walk off and forget about it, you order him to get a blanket for Rider. He's freezing cold, yet he's sweating profusely. His skin feels weird, as if it's 10% of his squid form.

Aloha comes back with a damp cloth, and you gently place it on the previously sanitized area of Rider's face as he stirs in his unconscious state. Army follows after Aloha, returning with the first aid kit and hands it to you. You place it on the nearby side-table. Then comes Mask with the blanket. You ask Skull if he can go get you a chair or bench that you can sit on instead of kneeling beside the bed to care for Rider. You sit down beside him, gently putting his hand in yours and rubbing the back of it with your thumb.

Suddenly, he bolts awake and you can see his face is greener than usual. You're quick to grab the nearby trash bin and softly rub his back as he vomits into it, not before skillfully catching the damp cloth as it falls from his face. You whisper reassuring, sweet nothings to him, telling him he's going to be okay and that he's safe now. You glance up towards the S4 members, gesturing towards the doorway as they get the hint.

Once he's done belching for the moment, he finally gets a good look at you. Your caring eyes, your soft expression-

The injuries littering your body.

Did...did he do that?

His expression falls and tears begin to build up. The previously sanitized eye is barely able to open, but the other one is wide with worry. When you lean forward to help him not fall backwards, he shoves you away.

He attempts to speak, but no words come out, only a small hiccup. You calm him down, assuring him he doesn't have to speak just yet if it hurts too much.

Everything. Everything hurts. Why couldn't he speak? He felt like his throat was burning just as badly as his face. You place the cloth (the other side of it,) back on his face after beckoning him to lie back down, bringing your hand up to his face, and rubbing your thumb across the cheek with the non-irritated skin. He weakly but roughly grabs your hand, shoving you away. You didn't understand what he was trying to say. His expression was filled to the brim with worry and pain, yet he was pushing you away? You were just trying to help. Did he wish to be left alone?

He needed rest anyway. You nodded at him, asking him if he could try to get some rest for the time being. He immediately turned onto his non-burned side, facing away from you.

You left the room, a nervous expression lingering on your face.

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July. 9. 24

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[softquietsteadylove]

Hii love, how are you? I have a little request if thats ok.

Gilgamesh has the most horrific nightmare ever, Thena dying in his arms, there is blood and she is in pain and when she closes her eyes one last time Gil finally wakes up, only to find Thena missing from their bed, he searchs for her like a mad man, only to find her in the kitchen drinking water, he picks her up and refuses to let her go for the rest of the day.

Gilgamesh shoots up out of bed. He's gasping for breath, sweat on his brow. He presses his palm to his chest and flexes his fingers. He looks over at Thena's side of the bed, frantic for her presence.

She isn't there.

It's still warm, though. He can see where the weight of her body wrinkles the bed sheets and he can smell the scent of her fondness for the garden. His hand slides over to it, feeling the latent warmth of her presence.

He throws back the covers, desperate to see her with his own eyes. He can still feel the weight of her body in his arms--the dead weight. What it was like to look at her face, still and motionless and cold. He can vividly recall the feeling of carrying his wife to her funeral pyre and watching her body be consumed by flame.

"Thena?!"

He runs out of their bedroom, ripping the door off its hinges--weak things in comparison to his unchecked strength. He looks around their home frantically. His heart is searching for her, the Cosmic Energy in his veins screaming for her.

She's here--he can feel her presence! It exists, she's close, and even if she weren't, her existence would tether his and pull, like ends of the same string.

"Thena!" he calls out again, moving into the kitchen. He can see everything the way they left it last night. Their chairs are pushed in lazily, his apron is thrown over the edge of the sink after she told him to hang it up where it belongs yet again. He turns, ready to break this door open too.

Then she walks in. She's unaware of the nightmare that nearly sent him into hysterics. She walks in, barefoot as always, her long white dress dancing around her legs. The sun streams in behind her, lighting her bright blonde hair like an angel's halo.

"What are you yelling about?" she asks as if he's been shouting at the tv again. "I could hear you all the way from the water tower. I just looked over the garden, although th-!"

She stumbles, although any creature from this planet would have been plowed through the far wall from sheer force. But she corrects her footing, letting him latch onto her and hold her for all the eternal life in him.

He whimpers, burying his face against her shoulder. He inhales the scent of her breath, absorbs the warmth of her through her cotton dress, hears the beat of her heart as his own syncs to it.

"Gilgamesh?" she asks without asking. She runs her fingers through his hair, but he remains cloistered around her. Her face turns to kiss his temple, "what ever could be so wrong?"

She has no idea. He nuzzles the side of her neck, "don't move."

She sighs for the sake of sighing, but she does as he asks. Her fingers run through the hair on top of his head lightly and soothingly. Her other hand rubs his back. He, the Strongest Eternal, truly dwarfs her lithe frame in size. But she lets him lean on her like a tree losing its strength.

Eventually his nervous system puts out its own fire. The fear in his mind settles enough for him to open his eyes. He stays close, pressing his nose against her skin as he drags it up her neck and her jaw until he holds her cheeks to look at her--really look at her.

Thena blinks at him, her marvelously green eyes gone wide and adorable. They close as he leans in for a kiss. When they part, her lips are pulled into a smile. "Will you tell me now?"

"No," he denies, and kisses her again. He gives many more kisses, receiving her return with each. He does that until he feels strong enough to take even half a step away from her. He sighs, letting his shoulders drop, tilting his head as he gazes upon his beautiful wife.

"Gil," she prompts him more gently. Her eyelashes flutter, and her concern for him travels through her palm as she slides it up his chest and then to his cheek as well. They have been married several hundred years, and she will get an answer out of him sooner than later.

He sighs again, wrapping his arms around her and moving her to the sink, where she pours water for them. "Just a bad dream."

"Hm." It's obviously more than just a bad dream. But she leaves it at that, because their days now are full of small battles, not large ones. She raises the glass to his lips for him, as if they were wearied after the Trojan War again.

He remains wrapped around her. He can't let her go. The fear that lived in his mind during that dream hasn't left yet. It's still there, watching him despite the light of day.

Thena takes a sip for herself. "Sit?"

He makes a small sound of agreement. She moves towards the table but he prevents her from separating from him again. "Couch."

He can imagine her rolling her eyes, although it's only for the humour of it. She moves past the kitchen table and towards their more comfortable space. She seats herself and lets him seat himself around her, cradling her against him preciously. "The door?"

He grunts; he'll fix it later.

Once reclined on their couch, he breathes a little easier. This is more familiar and gentle. This is where they've spent sunny afternoons together. Sometimes they read together, sometimes he reads and she sleeps on him the way a cat would. She never liked those creatures.

He would run his fingers through her hair and sometimes she would idly rub his back. They would spend evenings here reminiscing about their thousands upon thousands of years together. Sometimes they would go out to their hammock and watch the stars.

Thena settles herself in his arms. She turns over, letting her head tuck itself under his chin, her hand over his heart with his arms wrapped around her. "Better?"

He nods. They speak the other's language--a way of understanding that only they two have. Usually it's she who has few words to offer but even now, with him being reticent, she understands it.

They sit like this for a long time. He watches the shadows rise and stretch and fall in the other direction. When it's in the windows and on them he moves his hands, only to shield her from the direct touch of its rays.

That privilege is for him and him alone. By the second time he does this she turns over again. He's not entirely certain if she's truly gone to sleep or not. But holding her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest, the way she feels comfortable with him; he feels eased.

Thena senses this. She sneaks one of her arms around his back and against the couch. The other she toys with the opening at the neck of his shirt. Her pale, pearly nail taps against his skin. "Now?"

The Warrior Eternal is not a patient woman.

Although, she has expended more patience than he has seen from her in quite a long time. For beings with all the time in the world, she is not the best at watching it go by. At least not with the menial. When they were first raising chickens, he could swear she would observe the eggs every quarter hour.

"Bad dream," he repeats from earlier. He already knows she knows this, and he already knows she knows how bad it is to have him this paranoid. He squeezes her shoulder. "Terrible, really."

"Hm," she encourages him, moving her hand from his shirt to his neck, cupping his jaw from below. She strokes it, pulling the words from him with her gentle touch.

"You..." he pauses. He doesn't want to lie to her, even if it's by omitting the truth. "I killed you."

"Impossible."

It's not, and they're well aware of it. But Thena speaks of it lightly, and he likes to think it's because she knows that he would take the utmost care of her, even in a nightmare.

"Felt possible," he argues, pursing his lips as he tries to get the image of her still and unblinking face out of his head. His face gets moved, tilted down to look at her lying on him. It's upside down, but this image of her is much better. He smiles.

Thena smiles too, leaning up to kiss him, letting their lips stretch no matter how far to do so. Hers are always so plump and luscious, like berries. He wants to grow berries here for her, but the ground is simply too dry.

She runs her fingers through his hair again, letting her palm press against his forehead. "It's gone now."

It's such a simple statement, but she's right. As soon as a dream happens, it's already a thing of the past. And maybe he will remember it for a long time to come. Maybe pieces of it will always be with him. But it's not in front of him now, she is.

Thena laughs as he stands suddenly, spinning them around with her hands around his neck. "What has gotten into you?"

He just gazes at her, lucky enough to have his own version of a star to brighten and dazzle and illuminate his every moment on this green and blue spec of cosmos. "Do you remember coming home like this?"

He's carried her like this plenty of times. But she knows what he means; he means the first time he carried her inside like this, as his wife. She nods, stroking his cheek again.

"Y'know, I hear humans can get married again sometimes," he grins, refusing to let the dream colour any more of the beautiful present with his beautiful wife. "They call it renewing your vows."

"We didn't make vows."

Ah, his wife, ever the romantic. He chuckles, touching the tip of his nose to hers. "We can make some this time."

"Construct some poetry for the benefit of a strange human to witness?" she scoffs at the utter absurdity.

"You would write me poetry?" he asks and receives another bubbly laugh.

"I would consider it," she appeals as he spins them one more time and sits with her again. She remains in his hold, on his lap, curled against him. "But for your eyes only. A mortal mind could never wrap its mind around what we have been through together."

That is true. Their love isn't for a mortal to comprehend. He is immortal, and sometimes he's left in awe of it. He stares at his wife, wondering if he should learn to weave so he can make a glorious tapestry devoted to every second - every minute, every hour - he's had with her.

He has all the time in the world.

[a-french-coconut]

Part 2 (Will Solace)

Will wakes up tired.

The sun greets him as usual but there is... a coldness that has never been there before. No matter how much he exposes himself to the sunlight, he can't shake the feeling that he isn't receiving enough solar energy.

His father must be going to a rough time.

It's not like he needs the boost of energy the sun gives him in the morning, coffee is more than enough, but he appreciates it. He'll just have to do without.

As head counsellor and main healer, Will spends most of his time in the infirmary, sometimes helped by Austin and Kayla. However, today he is alone and growing grouchy every time a camper enters with an injury.

A sprained ankle, second degree burns, dislocated shoulder, broken arm.

Will deals with this daily, he knows how to heal any of those and without problem. And he still does.

But gods does it exhaust him.

It's not supposed to. After years of honing his skills, broken bones are not the challenge they used to be.

Except for today and it's getting on his nerves. He makes back-handed comments to those coming to the infirmary, leaving them and himself bewildered.

Sure he is not always the sunny happy-going healer Camp knows but he enjoys healing.

Something is definitely wrong with him.

It has to be the lack of sun, he doesn't see any other explanation.

He stayed in the infirmary until after dinner, taking Kayla's late night shift after her sister promised him she would do the morning one.

There's no one except him, all campers are enjoying the bonfire.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

Will watches the clock, waiting until it indicates 9pm and he can get out of there and in his warm bed.

He already made all the beds, rearranged in alphabetical order all the salves and medicines in the cabinet and looked randomly in the campers' files to find some interesting facts (he finally understand why Clarisse was always in a sour mood before leaving for college : being allergic to strawberries here sucks).

Will is bored out of his mind and ready to dash out of here.

Only ten more minutes.

He takes a bandage's roll and mindlessly put in on his arms, humming a tune his mother taught him.

Eight minutes.

He shoots darts at random objets, sometimes (mostly) missing.

Four minutes.

The door opens and Miranda Gardiner walks in, looking at him strangely.

He supposes he deserves it. As last form of entertainment, he resulted to stick the most ridicules band-aids he had to his face. Maybe not the brightest idea but sue him, he was bored.

The clock chimes, indicating the sweet moment of release except he can't really say to Miranda to wait until next morning.

"Hi Miranda, how can I help you ?"

He must be rocking the professional look, Hello Kitty, Minions and Rarity adorning his face.

"Hum, my head is hurting and I'm sweating. I thought that maybe I had fever and you could check ?"

Will groans internally. If Miranda happens to have fever, she'll have to stay the night. Which implies he also has to stay to monitor her.

"Sure, let me see."

He takes her hand and concentrates.

He can feel the blood flowing in her veins, and most importantly he can feel the immune system kicking in. She does have fever.

Will's eyes twitch.

"Bad news: you have a small fever. Good news: I can just heal you and we both can return to our very comfortable, cosy, plushy, and hum, luxurious beds !"

He completes his rather convincing argument if he says so himself with a bright smile.

Miranda just looks at him with concern.

He could heal her with traditional hymns to his father but he frankly does not want to. Fever is a sickness and so he'll get rid of it much faster with his sickness powers.

A flawless logic his father would proud of.

Hey Raz, I know I never ask you anything but could you heal this girl's fever ? I really need to sleep right now and that's not happening if I have to stay up all night surveying her.

Radio silence.

Will frowns, his little own personal plague spirit always took the chance to talk.

Raz ? You there ?

Still no voice in his mind. It's silent.

Will's mind is never silent. There is always a background noise, a buzzing indicating the presence of another spirit.

A buzzing, Will realises with panic, that has not been present since he woke up this morning tired.

"Hum Will ? You good ?"

Ah yes, Miranda.

"Obviously I'm good ! I'm great even, everything's peachy and sunny and I just have to, I have to, hum, look at your file ! Yes that's it and write down your fever you know ? Because I need to keep track of what happens to you guys !"

Without waiting a response to his disastrous rambling, Will locks himself with the files.

Raz is not responding.

He's been feeling down since he woke up.

He has not been receptive to the sun as if...

As if a part of him was not there to capture the solar energy.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, this can't be happening !

There is no way he's that unlucky.

Ten years of hiding his little secret so that no one knows the wickedness he has inside him.

Ten years of suppressing every pulsing of rage and wrath, cumulating power or power doing so, until it burns below his skin, the plague begging to be released.

If he has no control anymore over Raz and she decides to cause a little chaos...

Okay relax Will, she would start with something small right ? Like a cold, a fev...

"Will everything's okay in there ?"

His eyes widens and he bolts out of the files room, surprising Miranda who is beginning to look very concern about his mental health. He looks at her straight in the eyes and with the most casualness he can muster, aks her :

"Did a little girl touch you today ?"

The daughter of Demeter seems considering now to put in an asylum.

"An unknown little girl, about five years old ? Brown eyes and braids ?" he specifies.

"Huh maybe ? But what does she have to do with my-"

"Forget it, I'm just tired and blabbering nonsense."

Fortunately she doesn't push. It would be hard to announce her that a plague spirit is wandering within Camp borders and possibly infecting everyone she touches.

He heals her quickly, burning all the energy he had left and goes back to his cabin.

He may have had a panic attack on the way but nothing he couldn't handle really.

He's fine.

Totally fine.

Raz is not going to leave his mind until he's one foot in the grave when he catches her.

part 3 and 4 posted !

[juiles]

I’m always by your side.

Summary: here is the idea! I hope you like it!!

Type: all fluff

Triggers: small mention of a panic attack but nothing else.

Masterlist here!

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Y/N pov

I woke up this morning with a pounding headache and coughing. I knew what that meant. The stupid cold that had gone through my class finally made it to me. I couldn’t be sick though. I had to write a test at school this morning then head to set with mama to shoot a short scene.

I’m in the newest marvel movie playing mama’s daughter in a different universe. I had to audition just like the rest of the kids but most of my classmates think i only got it because of who my mom was which isn’t true.

I sat up in my bed rubbing my eyes trying to will myself to feel better at this exact moment. I felt a tickle in my nose and quickly stifled a sneeze into my arm groaning. Mama is gonna find out. I know she is but i can at least try and hide it. She wouldn’t let a cold stop her from going to set or writing a test so i pull myself out of my bed and to my bathroom.

I decided a shower would be perfect so i turned it on and quickly got in. I didn’t even have the energy to wash my hair so instead I pulled it up into a bun and washed my body before standing under the scalding water for a while until i heard mama knock on my door to tell me it’s time to get out.

I trudged through the rest of my morning routine, getting changed, brushing my teeth, packing my bag. I even put a little makeup on to make myself look better as i looked like death. I finally found myself downstairs staring at a bowl of oatmeal mom had made for me.

“Eat up babe. You’ll be late for your test.” Mum said as she wandered around collecting the odds and ends she needed for the day. “Don’t forget, Robbie is picking you up at 11:30 to be on set for 12. When you get there come straight to my trailer or Scarlett’s.”

“I know mama…” I muttered wincing at how scratchy my voice was. I saw mom freeze and turn in her door to eye me up.

“You okay lovely?” She asked making her way over to me, i quickly flinched away and jumped off the stool.

“I’m fine. Just haven’t used my voice yet.” I lied and she seemed to believe it as she hummed and grabbed her purse.

“Let’s go!” I shoved my packed lunch in my backpack and ran to the car climbing into the backseat buckling up. “Mamaaaaaa let’s gooooo. I’m gonna be laaaaaaaate.” I whined making her laugh as she threw her stuff in the trunk then climbed in the front and turned the car on.

“Okay monkey. You ready for the math test?” I nodded with a hum in response and we pulled out.

When we finally got to my school, i was feeling even worse than normal. My whole body felt shaky and I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling of overall meh. I had to stifle a few coughs and sneezes then before i got inside i let a few out knowing mom had driven away. By the time i got to math i was completely out of it. My mind was a fog and my whole body was covered in a layer of sweat. I wrote my test knowing that i probably failed and made my way outside after my name was called before climbing into Robbie’s car.

“Hey peanut.” He said with a soft smile that quickly faded when he saw me. “You feeling alright love?” I merely nodded before my head fell against the window and i fell asleep. The next thing i knew i was in my bed wrapped up in my big duvet, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

I shifted to look up at mum who had a few tears on her face. “Hi mama…” I croaked out then winced at hearing how bad my voice was.

“Baby… why didn’t you say anything?” She asked pressing kisses all over my face.

Lizzie pov

I knew this morning that y/n was sick but i knew not to push her as she had been studying for this test for ages. I had emailed her teacher and told her that y/n would take the test but she would retake it at a later date as her anxiety would be through the roof from being sick. I also called the set and told them we both needed the next two days off and they understood.

When Robbie picked her up from school, which was two hours earlier than planned, not that she seemed to notice. He called me as she got into the car because she directly fell asleep as soon as she sat down.

“Hey Liz.” He whispered quietly through the phone as i set up my bedroom for the two of us for the next few days.

“Hey Robbie… how is she…?” I asked, my anxiety peaking through as my voice shook.

“She fell asleep the minute she got in the car. I’m on my way home now with her and the goods. How do you know she wouldn’t question the timing?” He asked.

“She is a fiesty anxiety driven thing. Her anxiety to finish this test would have caused her to spiral into a panic attack until she was able to take the test.” I said sitting on a stool in the kitchen waiting for them. He chuckled softly.

“She really is your kid huh?” I laughed at that softly.

“Yeah. She’s my mini me. I’m lucky to have her.” I said with a soft smile thinking of my little girl. That’s when i heard the car pull up and i hung my phone up and made my way to the front door to open it. Robbie carried y/n in, her arms and legs draped over his neck and waist as she slept in his arms. “Oh my poor baby…” I said coming around to take her in my arms. She wrapped herself around me like a koala in her sleep as i made my way up the stairs and to my room.

I pulled her duvet around her shivering body and wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled into me. I could feel how hot she was as she buried her face into my neck. I could feel a few tears escape my eyes before i felt her shuffle around in my arms before looking up at me through her big blue eyes that were hazed with a fever.

“Hi mama…” I watched her flinch at the sound of her voice.

“Baby… why didn’t you say anything?” I asked softly before feeling her small hand wipe the tears off my face. “You are burning up.” I quickly wipe her forehead with a cold wet cloth before planting a kiss on it. “It’s time to take some medicine.”

She nodded with a small whimper as she tried to bury herself farther into me. “I’m sorry mama… I’m sorry… i needed to write the test… i had to… but i failed… i’m sorry i failed mama…”

“Hey. None of that okay? Do you hear me? You are getting a chance to rewrite it next week and the scenes will be reshot next week.” I said smoothing her hair down a little as she whimpered into me. “You are sick baby. With a high fever. You need to work on yourself before your grades baby. You are way more important. Do you hear me?”

She shook her head sniffling as she buried into me more. “But you don’t let a cold stop you mama…”

“Oh baby i stop when my body is sick. You’ve seen me. A cold is more important to deal with than a stupid test.” She looked up at me with her bright eyes as i spooned some medicine into her mouth gently. She made a face swallowing it before her eyes started to flutter shut. I love you baby. More than words could say. You need to know that I am always by your side.”

[undead-merman]

Day Twelve: Possession

Ivory Wraith and GN-Pc

Contains dubcon, possession, tentacles, fucking of holes not meant to be fucked, mind break.

You could never run. It always managed to find you, always creeped around waiting for its chance. An invisible predator always at your heels. You tried the farms, the woods, even under your own bed.

So you find yourself at the beach surrounded by people you don’t know just to have some kind of shield, or at least that’s the hope. The people filter around you, drinks in hand, as they chatter and fluff about. Some have their eye on you, but you can’t spend the energy to care about a few stray looks. You had to keep your eyes out for one specific gaze, a crimson stare that always manged to spot you. Always. You held a red solo cup, though it was still full. You didn’t touch it at all. You had used it as an excuse to keep people from talking to you as you scouted the party. Eyes, so many eyes.

You brushed off a few people, some that gotten more grabby than others, but when you stomped on their foot, you might have also scared them with that look on your face. It was probably unhinged. You couldn’t really find a fuck to give.

A breeze blew past, colder than most. The chill sent a paranoid shiver up your spine. Doubt then suddenly flooded your mind. Your plan wasn’t working, was it? Even surrounded by people, you still couldn’t hide yourself? When you heard the whisper of your name on the wind, it all but confirmed it for you. You threw down your cup, you didn’t even hear the man yelling at you for staining his pants, you simply pushed your way through the crowd. You shoved past dozens of people, not sparing them another glance until your bare feet hit the sand. Until you could no longer see the lights of the seaside social.

Your breathing was heavy, you could feel your heart racing, sweat leaking down the back of your neck. Yet you could still hear it. It simply had to be the wind, right? With how faint it really was, could you trust your own ears? Even with how much you were stricken with terror? The Blood moon hung high in the sky casting a ruby light on everything, the shadows were even deeper there.

“I will always find you.” like it was your lover’s breath in your ear.

Your fingers twitched and suddenly went cold and numb. The feeling crawled up your arm as you fell into the sand. Your arms were suddenly not your own as they reached up and started gropping you. One hand a bit too rough on your crotch and the other shooting up your shirt and scratching at your nipple, bring a tear to your eye.

“You and I are inseparable.” you could feel their long hair around you as if it was your own, violently masturbating with hands that are ice-cold on your own body. It was shameful that it was bringing such lewd noises out of you. Had you really been that pent-up from the paranoia? You caught yourself grinding into those numb fingers.

Fuck, it feels so good. The entity behind your alien hand syndrome knew your most sensitive spot, even more intimately than you knew your own body. Pinching your swollen buds, pulling them, even flicking them, making you gasp and whimper. Your fingers slipped into your undies and start stroking feverishly. You were so vulnerable, your clothes were being wiggled out of without your knowledge, simply too focused on the pleasure. It was wrought out of you, milking you as whispered threats were sung into your ear with jubilation.

You came with a scream that was eaten by an ice-cold mouth. Lips collided with yours and you saw their face. Ivory pale with no color anywhere besides their empty red eyes. Even that long wavy hair felt like a cage as it framed the both of you. Your entire body went numb, surely the wraith had sucked out your very soul.

A prisoner in your own body. You could feel every grain of sand against your back but could not even blink, your body was theirs to puppet. They prep your body, spreading your legs, opening your lips. The scream you wanted to let out didn’t even squeak when you felt the cold slither of snakes against your flesh. You knew far too well those tendrils were not mortal. They pressed against your stomach, wiggling into your bellybutton, your lips, every hole it tried to slither inside, not even your ears were safe.

With a hive mind rhythm they all pushed in at the same time. Your body provided no resistance as they invaded your innards. Each push sent a static of ecstasy that sent heat from your holes up your spine into your brain stem and into your Parietal lobe, turning it into goo. Even the tiny pseudopods that fucked your ears, which made deafening squelching sounds, felt like they were working you to orgasm. They weren’t even organs anymore, just fuck holes.

From your overly wet eyes that were spilling fat globs of tears, you could make out two more, and your heart sank. Where else could they possibly violate? Turns out, your nose was another prime sexual organ. It tickled all the way up to your brain, you could even feel the pleasure behind your eyes as the explosive force of euphoria. You wanted to scream, needed to, but your mouth was not your own and was occupied.

Even when you reached your peak, they drew out the feeling more and more as each orifice was thrust into more and more, making your nerves burn with pleasure so deep it felt like pain. Your guts were filled with a clear fluid that you could see squirt out of your hole. You could feel your stomach bloat from both ends. Shot after shot you could feel each appendage cum inside each hole, leaving a sticky yet warm sensation. It slowly heated, adding to a sudden need to keep going, to cum over and over again.

Slime dripped out of your nose, ears, and mouth in thick gooey clumps as they pull away. But with their tanks empty, you were able to briefly take control of your limbs once more. You seized it. Pulling back a pale tentacle, you licked up the drooling spend pouring out of your mouth and pulled the smallest little tendril back. You stroked it lovingly, offering it a place to be warmed and to fuck once again by your snotting nose. You offered a loving smile up to that sickly monster.

And it returned the kiss with its own sinister smirk.

[little-svt]

GENDER-NEUTRAL | FLUFF

Wc: 1.2k+

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Home

Staggering through the door, Jeonghan messily kicked off his shoes, leaving them somewhere behind on the way to the kitchen. Jacket landing on the kitchen bar stool, his bag found it’s way to the floor as he stumbled to the refrigerator, pulling out the iciest looking bottle of water in the bunch. Setting it on the counter he turned to where the rice cooker most often found it’s home, opened it up and groaned happily when he found there to be rice left from whatever meal you’d made with it most recently. Filling a bowl and grabbing a pack of seaweed, he stabbed them into the rice with a spoon on his way to the living room, the ice water under his arm, too exhausted to be bothered by the cold. Anyone who knew Jeonghan would know that meant he was quickly approaching his limit.

Practically toppling over between the coffee table and sofa, he crossed his legs and leaned back against it, wasting no more time in shoveling a spoonful into his mouth to soothe his aching stomach.

Although you’d heard him come home, trudging around the house like an elephant for a man his size, you’d decided to finish wrapping the gift you’d picked up for him on your way home. Leaving it on your bed, you decided to poke your head out of the room when you noticed the silence. He’d been coming home each day this week completely spent. With all his energy gone, he’d even fall asleep standing in the shower. Or, even worse, he’d fall asleep without a shower somewhere in the house with the sweat and filth from the day. Unfortunately, he’d land in your bed that way until you were able to get him up to shower once he had some time to recharge. The silence was filled again before you’d made it to the door, his familiar pained groan echoing down the hall as he sank to the floor, his bones and muscles creaking and aching.

Instead of asleep, you found him in front of the sofa, filling his mouth with heaping spoonfuls of rice, his hair damp with sweat against his forehead.

“Wow, you really are getting old.”, you chuckled as you sat on the arm of the sofa, fighting the urge to tousle his hair. Not that you often minded, but his sweaty hair wasn’t something you were dying to touch. Peering into his bowl you noticed it contained nothing but rice and seaweed that he’d mixed into it.

“Jeonghan! I could have made you something if you hadn’t eaten yet. Why didn’t you call me??”, this time your hand did land on his head, giving it a gentle shaking as you scolded him, god knew he wasn’t cooking for himself, “I can make you kimchi jjigae?”

“Mm.”, shaking his head in disagreement, he shoveled another spoonful into his mouth, his eyebrows slightly creasing.

“God, you’re all sweaty.”, you wiped your hand on your pants, ”Did they work you to death today? Enough to come home and ruin the sofa?”

Shooting you a glare, he filled his mouth again, expression softening since he had no energy to retort.

“Are you sure you don’t want some meat? Kimchi? Anything?”, you pushed on his shoulder worriedly.

“Diet”, he muttered through a mouthful, setting the bowl on the coffee table to reach for the bottle of water he’d been too busy stuffing his mouth to remember.

You could help but snort? Jeonghan? On a diet? Jeonghan who was skin and bone despite having the appetite of a blue whale?

“But what if there’s nothing left when you’re done??”, you complain, shaking his head again with your hand in his hair.

Paying you no mind, Jeonghan reached for his water again, taking in a few gulps to wash down the rice stuck in his throat that he’d been to eager swallowing.

“The company is having one of my dongsaengs diet before the shoot for our next album.”, he breathed out heavily, leaning back and patting his stomach when he’d decided he’d eaten enough, “So I’ll diet with him since it can’t be avoided.”

Pausing any comment or argument you had planned, you slid onto the floor to sit next to him. He was always taking care of his members, even from the sidelines without notice, he was putting everyone before himself.

Laying his head back, his hair fanned messily against the sofa as he stared at you, eyes tired and weary from another day’s draining activities. But he could take it. He could diet. He could go back tomorrow. He could stand straight again each time he stumbled so he could be there to help the ones who fell. Or maybe it was that each day, he’d come home to you. You who he could allow himself to be spoiled with, who’d patch up his wounds and bruises so he could go out the next day and do it again.

“Pretty.”, he whispered, turning on his side so he could look at you wholly.

“Are you too tired to open the present I got for you?”, you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself. Annoyingly sweet.

Scoffing, he turned his head away, gathering his emotions after you’d sent them spiraling. He hadn’t been expecting anything. There was no holiday, birthday, anniversary or reason for you to get him something. Though he was flustered he still relied, snarky as ever.

“Never!”

Giggling, you stood and ran to the bedroom, skipping back to the living room with the gift in hand, wrapped in red and white Christmas wrapping paper, sprinkled with little snowmen. Snorting, he grinned widely taking the chance to tease you about the seasonal paper though it was all you’d found at the local market this time of year.

“It’s a little late isn’t it?”, he snickered, taking it in his hands as if he wasn’t tingling in excitement, his hands almost vibrating over the paper as he spread his patience a bit further just to mess with you.

“Shut up or I’ll take it back.”

“Ah! No take backs.”, Jeonghan grumbled, tearing through the paper immediately , his pout pressed thinly as he smiled softly, his cheeks warming at the Lego car set in his lap.

Feeling his energy replenish, he flipped it over, tapping his fingers against the box as he looked over the back of the box giddily. It has been a long time.

“You have the weekend off right?”, you sat next to him, stroking the hair back from his face,“Do you wanna go get cleaned up and then we can build it together??”

Nodding, he quickly got up from the floor, pulling on your arm through little giggles so you’d come along with him.

“Me? Am I coming with you??”, you laughed, working on standing as his tugs became more excited and less patient.

“Yeah! Let’s take a bath together!! We can use the bubbles!”, he chanted, bouncing in place when you finally made it to your feet.

You recognized that tone, whether it was voluntary or not, he was letting him feel small again. Legos always did the trick. Healing his beautiful heart, when he was home with you, you’d coddle him every bit you could. And you’d definitely be making him something more nutritious while you had the chance.

🧸End Note: I know it’s not full regression as Hannie is a little older in this one even when he does regress towards the end but there’s literally nothing cuter than Jeonghan and his legos. He even accepted a small Lego set from a carat in France plz he’s so cute. I’d watch him put together legos all day 😌💖 I do really want to work on things people have requested and more little content but I’ve had some stuff come up lately that has drained me of energy so I’ve just been working on whatever comes to me first creatively so I don’t push myself 😭🤍🤍 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

🧸Masterlist🧸

[bleachedjuice]

Adrenaline High pt5.

I hope everyone is doing OK and having a good day! Sorry about the long time stretch between this update and the last one. I've been busy with school,sports and work but now my schedule is clearing up abit so expect some more frequent updates, possibly daily ones. :)

Warnings: foul language,mentions of anxiety,and angst(duh)

The journey back to the base practically sucked any possible conjunctions of energy left out of your body due to the adrenaline wearing off. Leaving you with an aching body and heavy feeling eyes. Grumbling as you shuffled behind Soap and Alejandro as they spoke you could feel Ghosts rumbling steps behind you and Gaz,as well as Rudy. Who seemed to be jumpy at Ghosts mere presence. Anyone would really,but that's the thing. You weren't,and you where sure as hell weren't going to be any time soon. All you saw in Ghost was that he was just like the boogeyman. Something that hid in the dark and shadows. And you weren't scared of the dark.

After the processing of Talking to Price and him reporting to Laswell you felt yourself practically drag your now dazed mind to your room and you blindly grabbing sweats and black tank top as well a change of boxers. Kicking off your boots with a groan as you stepped away from the pile of blankets and a mattress ontop of a cot that you called a bed before utterly turning the corner harshly and slamming into someone's chest.. looking up as you scampered as few steps back you where only swiftly looking up to meet a pair of hard blue eyes baring down on your own gaze.

"Your bleeding"

Scoffing you then gave a mumbled apology and went to shove past the hulking figure.

"Your Bleeding."

A bit harsher this time.

"I'll be fine."

And again you went to push past..and again you where denied.

"Ghost I promise you I will be fine now let me fucking past"

He seemed to try and puff himself up more,to appear..intimidating?

Shooting a glare at him as choked out sound of aggravation found its way into your voice as you again when to shove past him,this time budging him a bit..but only to be shoved back harder by him.

"Go to medbay Hound. Now."

"Unlike your mere beliefs of my name leading me to be a fucking lap dog, I am not Ghost. Now let me fucking past or so help me-"

"Or what soldier?"

Letting out a hiss through your teeth you felt your nerves reach their last end with this man as you harshly shoved past him,letting out a hard voice as you spoke.

"Don't fucking try to care when you dont."

And as the bathroom door went to swing shut you swore you heard a whisper from him.. pleading almost,'I do'

Standing there as the hot water steamed and stung your skin was not helping with the strangled feeling you felt as you practically clawed at you skin at the dried blood on your body,groaning at the feeling of the now apparent cut over your eye burning as it was washed out by the water and soap trinkling out if your scalp.

And you found that some of the blood from the gun fight from earlier wasn't coming off...

Causing you to panic and scrub even harder..and harder... and harder.

Before soon you felt like you couldn't breathe as the mere thought of the blood forever staining your hands scared you..

You couldn't breathe..

You let out a strangled noise as you leaned against the wall,the cold wall greeting your back almost greedily as you slammed your eyes shut and forced air into your lungs..

In...

Out..

In...out..

In......

Out.

And with that you immediately turned to water off and got yourself dressed and dried off in silence. No thoughts to yourself..your eye had stopped bleeding..and you weren't taking a trip to med bay at this time of the night. You couldn't shake the feeling,that manic drowning feeling..and so,you took yourself and your wallowing thought to your room and with that you flopped weakily onto your bed and entangled yourself with the blankets..and as you drifted off into drained sleep...you swore you could make out a Ghost mask at your door...

[rosemelon82]

Guardian (cn) - whump list

Synopsis:

Based on a BL novel, two men from wildly opposite worlds cross paths, unaware of each other's true identities, fall in love with each other. Slowly discovering each other, they become closer and closer with every case they close. (technically this is a bromance but forget about that, everything is as gay as possible ;)) (enjoy <3)

Main whumpees:

Shen Wei played by Zhu Yilong

Zhao Yunlan played by Bai Yu

Other whumpees in orange

SPOILERS BELOW

01:

Shen Wei:

end of episode - shoulder slashed, thrown off roof, fate unknown

02:

Shen Wei:

02:28 - 03:17 - holding back in pain, wound reveal, shoulder slashed up, sweating, groaning, heals self with powers

Zhao Yunlan:

5:49 - slight lacerations from saving someone, bleeding, bandaged offscreen

03:

Shen Wei:

29:51 - 30:27 - choked, holding throat (cute moment between the two where Zhao Yunlan is worried about Shen Wei + cuter moment earlier where Shen Wei doesn't know how to introduce Zhao Yunlan to the other professor)

04:

Shen Wei:

21:47 - 24:21 - angry, uses powers, pricks finger, friend worried about him

Zhao Yunlan:

24:15 - worried about friend

05:

none

06:

Shen Wei:

end of episode - mugged

07:

Shen Wei:

beginning of episode - carried on from last episode, mugged, about to be attacked, friend interferes (honestly i should just use boyfriend at this point cuz they are literally boyfriends, if not married)

Zhao Yunlan:

03:41 - beat up a two people, hit by a stick, in pain

06:08 - 07:02 - flinches, medicine applied by Shen Wei, his husband (hes adorable in this scene cuz Shen Wei just stares at him for a moment and hes like did i do something and then Shen Wei smiles and the look in his eyes)

08:

Shen Wei:

in a fight

29:56 - 30:41 - finds out Zhao Yunlan spied on him, mixed feelings? (angry, sad, betrayed)

Zhao Yunlan:

23:46 - 29:44 - gastritis, in pain, feeling sick, stomach hurts, resting on Shen Wei's shoulder, needs support when walking, lying in bed, holding stomach, taken care of by Shen Wei (shoes taken off, tucked into bed, folding clothes) (later: wakes up and given fresh porridge made by his husband <3)

09:

Zhao Yunlan:

18:10 - sneezing, gets a cold again, (goes to sleep on Shen Wei's shoulder, its adorable), coughing, more sneezing, (the way that he hands Shen Wei his jacket and Shen Wei continues to wear it throughout the episode)

10:

Shen Wei:

beginning of episode - worried about husband <3

9:39 - worried about husband <3,

22:00 - holding chest, slightly unstable,

Zhao Yunlan:

beginning of episode - hissing, painful headache

9:39 - head hurts

16:45 - accidentally zapped by Guo Changcheng, holding back in pain

22:04 - worried about husband <3

ok so its not related to the whump but the ending of this episode really threw me for a spin. its so insane the way Shen Wei says stuff and u can see his anger cuz it somehow involves Zhao Yunlan (idk how but i just know it does)

11:

Shen Wei:

(As black-cloaked envoy) 7:52 - 10:00 - fighting villain, shielding self, shooting black energy out

Zhao Yunlan:

7:41 - gripping the dark energy, grits teeth, worried about teammate, gets thrown back, caught by Shen Wei

(the way he takes care of Shen Wei, im in tears)

12:

Shen Wei:

14:39 - not whump but Zhao Yunlan gets extremely close to Shen Wei, like kissable distance

Zhao Yunlan:

09:35 - 10:10 - grabs the piercer of moutains, stumbles?, drops, caught by Shen Wei, dizzy, unstable, faints

12:00 - headache (the way that Shen Wei volunteers in Zhao Yunlan's place the moment he says he has a headache, my heart hurts, also the subtitler is totally onboard and most definitely has read the novel so they know that they are hella gay for each other so there's just small hints like a word is slang for gay or something like that every once in a while and i just want to say i appreciate you subtitle person)

13:

Shen Wei:

30:47 - 31:02 - falls to ground, spits out blood, coughing, worried about friends

Zhao Yunlan:

28:40 - 30:33 - feeling betrayed, frustrated, hit by sound power, groaning, mind controlled, forced to choke himself, red face

14:

Zhao Yunlan:

beginning of episode - affected by holy tool, groaning, flashbacks, faints, fitful sleep, wakes up with a start, head hurts

15 & 16:

none

17:

Zhao Yunlan:

15:06 - stumbles, gags

20:59 - 22:52 - stabbed in arm, falls to the ground in pain, holding arm, wincing, fainted, Shen Wei worried about him and uses powers on him, wakes up with a start

18:

none

19:

Zhao Yunlan:

09:42 - 12:07 - touches holy tool, falls to ground with a shout, faints, has a nightmare, wakes up, Shen Wei worried about him and angry at him, headache, nose bleed, (cute scene cuz Shen Wei is angy worried about him and just wants him to stop being such an idiot but Zhao Yunlan just doesn't stop)

20:

Zhao Yunlan:

21:06 - voice in his head echoes, winces

39:36 - end of episode - struggling against Ye Zhu, falls to one knee, groaning, wincing, dark energy coming up, thrown back by force of Shen Wei breaking the energy thing, blood on mouth, unconcious, wakes up, calls out for Shen Wei, realizes he's been blinded

the way Zhu Hong looks at Zhao Yunlan but he looks at Shen Wei im screaming

21:

none but im not sure how to feel about Zhao Yunlan calling Shen Wei 'Xiao Wei'

22:

Shen Wei:

07:50 - 09:15- forced to kneel to get Zhao Yunlan's eyes healed (oh what these men do for their husbands), still kneeling outside in the pouring rain

34:00 - unstable, gripping the holy tool really tight (i think his smile is like really fake in this scene right when his husband looks at him and i find it lowkey creepy but that might just be me)

Zhao Yunlan:

23:20 - dark energy stuff going on, groans, headache or eyeache?, blind again

23:

Shen Wei:

34:44 - 36:30 - cuts wrist to share life force with Zhao Yunlan, Zhao Yunlan angry

24:

Zhao Yunlan:

throughout episode - taken hostage into a video game world, forced to play russian roulette, threatened multiple times, attacked, forced to play the merlin poison cup game, bomb planted near him

25:

Zhao Yunlan:

23:25 - 30:45 - forced against a wall, knife against neck, threatened, knocked out, wakes up, neck stiff, handcuffed, slightly amused by captor, confused, forced with dark energy, protected by Shen Wei's charm(?), choked, groaning, saved by Shen Wei

26:

Zhao Yunlan:

22:05 - tries to stop Daji, get choked instead of Da Qing, saved by Shen Wei

Da Qing:

21:25 - 22:05 - choked, struggling, thrown to the floor while choked, coughing

27:24 - feeling guilty, knocked out

35:39 - knocked out again, used as hostage, neck stiff, unstable when he wakes up

40:20 - hit with a stick, knocked out again (like what is wrong with Daji bro chill)

27:

Lin Jing:

39:56 - 41:33 - hit by electricity, groans, falls to knees, gripped and electricity used on him again, screaming in pain, feeling betrayed, crying, faints (these guys need to find better girlfriends bro i swear to god cuz like both Da Qing and Lin Jing's girlfriends? questionable but also very attractive. tbf i am attracted to those kind of women so i shouldn't be saying anything)

28:

Zhao Yunlan:

26:57 - 27:20 - headache, groaning, has a vision, gets up quickly, unstable, caught by Shen Wei and others, leaning on Shen Wei

31:52 - 33:51 - grabs the holy tool again, its shining, he's unstable, straining, groans, falls over, faints, taken care of by Shen Wei afterwards

29:

none

30:

Shen Wei:

21:04 - 23:15 - attacked, shot at, shot in the chest, holding chest, shocked, escapes

25:25 - puts his hand on a rock, dark energy starts wrapping around his arm, can't take it off, tries to force it off with his own dark energy, eventually forces it off, attacked, chained up against rock, groaning, hit with dark energy, covered by dark energy, straining against chains, in pain, wincing

"I can't believe you wouldn't listen to Professor Shen." Zhu Hong, girl, you are absolutely right. There is nothing Zhao Yunlan wouldn't do for his lover boy, his darling, his lao ge.

31:

Shen Wei:

29:10 - continued from last episode, still chained up, wakes up, restless, worried, angry, strains against the chains, wincing, in pain

Zhao Yunlan:

18:03 - attacked

32:

Shen Wei:

04:03 - continued from last two episodes, still chained up, in pain as he wakes up, dazed

24:46 - 25:14 - still chained up, dazed, in pain, Chu ShuZhi tries to save him, dark energy prevents him, groaning, straining, falls limp

33:

Shen Wei:

21:52 - 23:19 - still chained up, pulled back further into rock by dark energy on the chains, groaning, in pain, straining against the chains, sweating, slightly dazed, in pain, faints

26:29 - 31:31 - still chained up, straining to send message to Zhao Yunlan to save Guo Changcheng, angry, worried about Zhao Yunlan, gets released from chains because of shadow man, falls to ground, weak, holding side, helped to walk by Zhao Yunlan

Zhao Yunlan:

29:00 - trying to save Shen Wei, gets deflected multiple times, shoulder hurts, gets deflected again, falls to ground, holds chest,

Guo Changcheng:

25:38 - 26:20 - coughing, in pain, sweating, faints

34:

Zhao Yunlan:

21:12 - 22:00 - holds onto the holy tool, falls to the ground, heavy breathing, gets back up, straining

25:03 - 27:25 - dark energy used against him, in pain, struggling, taken, trapped in random space, dropped onto ground, in pain, groaning, hurt leg

he called him xiao yunlan? help im screaming someone wahgudsuiahg

THE WAY THAT ZHAO YUNLAN IS FLIRTING WITH HIM IM SCREAMING OMGSOADHGUAGOMG OMGOMGOMG

35:

Shen Wei:

19:23 - 20:51 - sad, attacked by his little brother, hit with dark energy, unconscious on ground, wakes up, worried about Zhao Yunlan

Zhao Yunlan:

19:29 - 20:51 - tries to save Shen Wei, thrown back using dark energy, holding side, winces as he gets up, groaning, sucked into the wormhole

"whatever you do, you are the most shining one" i know the translation is probably off in the subtitles but god be still my heart

36:

Lin Jing:

18:36 - choked, thrown to the ground, choked some more, struggling, worried about Guo Changcheng

37:

Shen Wei:

17:03 - tries too hard to open a gate to Dixing, coughs up blood

42:48 - knocked out

Guo Changcheng:

throughout episode - keeps fainting because of overuse of new powers

38:

Shen Wei:

14:26 - 16:55 - chained up, wounded everywhere, spitting blood, angry, defiant

21:26 - 23:56 - continued from earlier, still chained up, restless sleep, wounded everywhere, mumbling Zhao Yunlan's name, wakes up, in pain

29:47 - 34:20 - saves Zhao Yunlan and Guo Changcheng, wounded, unstable, almost falls over, caught by Zhao Yunlan, falls over while running, friends worried about him, in pain, struggling to get up, uses blade thing for support to get up, laying on ground, barely awake, in pain, struggling, suffering

38:12 - end of episode - laying on floor, bleeding, puddle of blood underneath him, heavy breathing, in pain, dark energy used on him, worried about Zhao Yunlan, struggling to get up to try to help him, hit with dark energy, coughs up blood

Zhao Yunlan:

11:50 - attacking someone, gets hit, on the ground unconscious

38:01 - end of episode - tied up against a pillar, snarky, hit with dark energy multiple times, spitting up blood, shocked

39:

Shen Wei:

beginning of episode - 05:59 - continued from last episode, hit with dark energy, coughs up blood, falls down, stepped on, kicked over, stabbed, dying, absorbed, coughing, in extreme pain

18:59 - 20:06 - in pain, wincing, groaning, asking to be killed

32:36 - end of episode affected by energy blast, protected by Lin Jing, in pain, barely able to speak properly, barely awake

Zhao Yunlan:

beginning of episode - continued from last episode, tied up, spitting blood, distraught, sad, angry, crying, begs for Ye Zun to kill him (cuz he can't live without Shen Wei), dark energy used on himmultiple times, falls over every time, spitting blood, groaning, struggling, in pain

28:36 - end of episode - choked by dark energy, force pulled to Ye Zun's hand, choked, thrown back by explosion, wincing, on the ground, blood on side of mouth, struggles to get up, wants to save Guo Changcheng

MAJOR MAJOR SPOILER ALERT

40:

Shen Wei:

beginning of episode - continued from last episode, still lying with icicle thing in his chest, in pain, barely awake, in pain, dying, yelling, forces someone to kill him, fully stabbed with icicle, in pain, uses dark energy, uses dark energy on himself, in pain, groaning, in extreme pain, barely able to speak, pulls icicle out, in more pain, dies

Zhao Yunlan:

beginning of episode - stabs self with serum, in pain, still on the ground, force pulled towards Ye Zun (just kinda like dragged across the floor but in the same position??), dark energy used on him, unstable, dark energy used on him again, yelling, beating someone up, thrown with dark energy (you can hear like a crack sound but idk), dark energy used on him again, yelling, crying, needs help to walk, trying to escape Dixing, falls to the ground, wounded, blood on mouth, coughing up blood, sacrifices himself

I found nothing but gifs from this drama. Surprising considering how popular I heard this was. Trying my hand at yet another whump list. Hope you guys enjoy!

Review: Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan? Made for each other. I swear to god they are soulmates in every life. I wish it was shown as real bl in the show since then it would be even better. There is a lot of chemistry between the two main actors/characters and it is very clear to anyone, even someone who has not yet read the light novel, that they are completely gone for each other. Loving it so far.

Ok so update. I read the entire light novel. It was so freaking good!!! And I am slightly (slightly is an understatement) disappointed that there isn't any of the actual scenes from the novel because it gets quite intense between Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei. Otherwise, this drama gets whump heavy for Shen Wei near the middle and end and its whump heavy for Zhao Yunlan in the beginning. That creates the perfect balance so if you get bored by the plot (you couldn't possibly be bored by it but if you do), there's romance and tons of whump spread out. Plus, the boys get hurt because of the girls they pick. I mean seriously, Da Qing and Lin Jing need better love interests, or at least don't make them hurt them every single time they are present on screen. GUYS IM CRYING IM LITERALLY CRYING WTF THAT WAS SO GOOD OMG PLUS U KNOW THEY'RE TOGETHER IN THE AFTERLIFE ITS UANUIFGAUIH

guys thank you for using my whump list. i've always wanted to make these cuz i thanked god for whenever i could find one for a show i really liked and wanted to watch with whump in it so i hope that you guys enjoy it and i will be back with more soon! <3 enjoyyy