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creative-caramel-coffee · 7 months

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Exhausting Excursions

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 3.4K

Summary: You get sick on an excursion and Weems is concerned.

TW: vomiting (again), fever, exhustion, illness, changing

A/n I need more Wednesday requests I probs should do some of my marvel ones but I’m loving writing for weems rn, fight me.

The trip to Jericho was important. You needed to go to get the credit you needed for the class. There were three chaperones going, Principal weems, coach Vlad and Ms Thornhill. At first you thought you were just tired; it had been an early start to get to town in time for the convention. It was some plant expo. Ms Thornhill had made sure her class had a field trip arranged to go to Jericho that day.

You had assumed the achy joints and tiredness was from the early start but the further you went into the expo, the longer you sat there between Yoko and Enid the sicker you felt. Your stomach churned and the smell of pollen was making your nauseous. You just had another few minutes and it would be over; the principal had said students could get lunch and meet back to get on the bus at 1pm. It was 12:08 and the convention ended in two minutes. You just needed to hold on a little longer, then you could get out of here and hopefully have something light to drink because you knew if you ate it wouldn’t end well.

You probably should have told one of the teachers, but they looked stressed enough dealing with about twenty odd teens being let loose on the small town. You must have zoned out because the next thing you knew enid was pulling you out of your seat.

“Come on, we have to get our usual booth at the weathervane.” She whined and you chuckled softy.

“Ok enid. Ok.” You said trying to ignore the feeling of sickness that was pervasive in your body.

You stood and followed the group slowly trying to ignore Wednesday’s intense gaze as she analysed you closely. The raven knew something was up, but you would rather eat one of the plants than tell her. She would cart you off to Weems and spill all your secrets. And the last thing you needed was the tall blonde watching you throw up your guts. That would be rather embarrassing. Stepping into the weathervane you took mental stock of your body and decided you probably could manage drinking anything right now, you felt worse than before. Your head was starting to hurt, and your stomach was still doing flips as it tightened and loosened in a random pattern that made your head hurt more.

“I’ll save us our regular booth.” You said and went to sit down. Wednesday shot you a warning look as if she knew what you were up to but then again, she probably did. You sat and stared out the window into the street. You had about five minutes until you needed to be back at the bus once everyone had finally gotten their drinks with you being the exception.

“Do you not want anything Y/n?” Enid asked and you mentally groaned at your actions being noted.

“I left my wallet at home.” You lied easily.

“I can pay if you want.” Enid offered and you swear you saw the corner of Wednesday’s lips turn upward in what would be considered a sizeable smirk for the girl.

“Um no. It's alright. We probably wouldn’t have time to wait for another drink we probably need to head back to the bus soon anyway.” You said shrugging and enid decided to let it go.

Checking her phone for the time, Yoko announced that the group should head back to the bus. You had just made it a few blocks from the weathervane when you felt the saliva gather in your mouth and you knew you were about to be sick.

“Um i think i left my phone in the cafe. You guys go ahead I’ll be there in a minute.” You said and enid shrugged and agreed not wanting to get into uanessacry trouble. You knew the weathervane had bathrooms which would be much nicer than puking in a gutter. You slowly began making you way back trying to keep the feeling at bay. You looked back to see the group was almost out of sight. Feeling better now you knew you weren’t going to be caught. Of course, that meant you let your guard down. You slapped a hand over your mouth and darted into the alley between the shops knowing your time had finally run out.

Meanwhile Weems was tapping her foot, her arms crossed as she scanned the last group back to count for numbers. Almost immediately she noticed one missing. Doing a mental roll call for your group knowing it would be one of the troublemakers she realised with some surprise it was you missing and not Wednesday for once. The raven was standing with enid stony faced as ever as Weems surveyed the group.

“Your late.” The principal said.

“Correct.” Wednesday deadpanned.

“No cheek from you Ms Addams. Now, where is the rest of your group?” She asked growing frustrated.

“Y/n went back to get her phone she left it behind.” Enid said. “But she should have caught up with us by now.”

“Alright. I will go fetch Ms L/n and the rest of you are to get on the bus and stay there.” Weems said and the group filed onto the bus. She checked the watch and went to speak to coach Vlad and Ms Thornhill.

“Nobody leaves i have to fetch a straggler. Please stay with them.” Weems said.

“Alright.” Vlad said.

“No problem.” Thornhill agreed.

“I’ll be back in a minute the weathervane isn’t far.” The principal said as she walked off. She was stewing in her annoyance, usually you were a little bit of a troublemaker. The halfway between the bubbly werewolf and the gothic raven. You had a talent for trouble but a good heart and often had to talk Wednesday out of bad ideas which honestly impressed Weems a lot.

She stalked around the corner and caught sight of the nevermore uniform. She quickened her pace and turned into the ally.

“Ms L/n” she said sounding angry. “I asked all students to be back at 1pm.” She said and you simply turned from where you were lent against the wall taking deep breaths.

You hadn’t thrown up yet but you were very fast running out of time. And honestly you felt that you were too exhausted to care if the principal saw. Through her anger she had yet to realise your state.

You face was pale and your hands were shaking. Your curls stuck to your face with sweat and your eyes looked glazed over. Probably due to your fever.

“Do you honestly-“ the principal's speech was cut short as you turned, your forearm bracing yourself against the wall as you rested your head on it. Your body lurched and your stomach tensed. You opened your mouth and let out a choked sob as you were sick. You were shivering violently as you threw up. Blood rushed in your ears presently you from hearing the principals' stilettos click over to by your side. Your sick splashed onto the pavement of the alley and narrowly avoided your shoes. You felt a hand sweep the hair from your shoulders and be pinned up. Another warm hand rubbed circles on your back slowly.

“Sh shh shhh honey you're ok. It's alright. Get it out. Its ok. Your doing so well darling.” Weems said. Her hair was down as she had used the pins from her own hair to put yours up. You whimpered softly as you stopped the bout of sickness. Your body slumped and Weems was quick to catch you.

“Shh ok it’s alright darling.” She said and scooped you into her arms. You rested your head on her chest and let your eyes drift shut in a fevered daze.

“My goodness you feel warm sweetheart.” Weems said and you felt her carrying you somewhere. You heard a door open, and your body being set down. You were in sat across the principal lap. She had gone into the disabled bathrooms in the weathervane in case you were sick again. This was the stall was big enough for the both of you.

She pulled a phone from her pocket and pressed the number she had on speed dial, the tone trilled once before it picked up.

“Larissa is there a problem?” Ms Thornhill asked.

“Unfortunately, yes.” She sighed. “Y/n is sick. Would you be able to take the other students back to nevermore and come back in my car to pick us up?”

“Of course. No problem.”

“Thank you so much Marilyn.” The principal said as she brushed a hand through your hair as you dozed feverishly in her lap your eyes closed trying to stop the light from hurting your head more.

“Where do you want me to pick you up from?”

“The weathervane please.”

“Ok I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

the two finished the short exchange and Weems hung up after hushed goodbyes as you had fallen into a light sleep.

Weems sat on the floor against the wall with you curled into her lap. As she waited, she checked your temperature with her hand on your cheek deciding you were far too hot but unfortunately there wasn’t much she could do for you right now. Sighing she turned to check the emails on her phone as you slept.

About twenty minutes later Weems phone rang.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Hi, I’m outside. Do you need help with her?”

“Yes please.” Weems sighed.

“Alright I’ll be right there.” She could hear a buckle being undone.

“We’re in the disabled bathrooms. She’s sleeping.”

“Interesting choice of place to sleep.” A door slammed shut.

“It was either that or risk her throwing up on something she shouldn’t.”

“She threw up?!” Marilyn exclaimed.

“Yes. In the alley.”

“Jesus, poor girl. Alright I’m here let me in.” Thornhill said and Weems gently maneuverer you into a better position. She held you against her hip like one might a toddler glad her height was working in her favour. You shifted slightly and continued to sleep with your head resting on her shoulder looking fevered and pale. Weems opened the door and Marilyn poorly suppressed her surprise at your state.

“Oh my god, she doesn’t look well at all.” The botanist said and she brought her hand to your cheek eyes widening at the fever she felt raging under your skin. “We better get her back to the school.” The teacher said and Weems nodded.

The two walked out of the cafe and Weems slid into the backseat and shifted you onto her lap. You stirred slightly.

“Would you mind driving?” Weems asked and Ms Thornhill shook her head.

“No problem. I brought a first aid kit just in case, hopefully there are some sick bags in there just in case.” She said and slid into the driver's seat.

weems rooted through the box and was happy to find two sick-bags. She set them on the seat beside you and felt you moving slightly as you started to wake up a bit. The principal gently stroked your cheek as you came around, using her hand to gauge your temperature which was decidedly far too hot. You blinked at opened your eyes slightly, squinting. You turned your face into her hand nuzzling her palm with your face. Your eyes were glassy and seemed to not really focus on anything around you. You whined softly and Larissa hushed you and moved her hand to brush softly through your sweaty curls.

“How is she doing back there?” Ms Thornhill asked, and the principal smiled down at you trying to quell her anxieties about you.

“I think she’s alright. She’s still too warm and far too pale for my liking.” Weems said.

“Do you think she’s going to be sick again?” the teacher asked glancing in the rear-view mirror to meet eyes with the principal.

Weems looked down at you from where you were now lightly dozing.

“What do you think darling?” She asked you, “do you feel like you're going to be sick again?” She asked and you opened your eyes slightly looking up at her and whining, the fever was raging on and making it hard for you to really understand what was going on.

“Is that a yes sweet girl?” She asked and you whined again.

“Do you feel sick honey?” Marilyn asked and you made a noise of agreement halfway between a whine and a hum of agreement.

Weems grabbed the sick bag from besides her and placed it in her lap next to you just in case. You dozed lightly for another few minutes while Weems studied you closely to try and mentally catalogue everything she would be doing when they got back to nevermore. She noticed the growing paleness on your face and gently stroked your cheek with the back of her hand.

“Darling? Are you going to be sick sweetheart?” She asked softly and you hummed a panicked yes.

“Sh shh shh its ok sweet girl. It's alright.” She said and guided the sick bag under your chin as you put your shaking hands over hers as she held it for you. You clutched onto her hand with one of your own the other fisting in her blazer's lapels, holding on for dear life.

You were still half lying down, and the principal was concerned you might aspirate if you did throw up, so she gently propped you up against her chest and arm. Your head was on her bicep as she had one arm around your shoulders. She continued to hush you and whisper words of reassurance as you tried to stabilise your breathing in the hopes of fighting off the increasing sick feeling.

“Darling, breath love. You're ok. Its ok.” She hushed and patted your arm with the hand around your shoulders. She felt your body lurch as you pitched forward in her arms and dry heaved. The principal adjusted the sick bag, so it was under your chin again. Marilyn was glancing in the mirror as she saw larissa looking at you with concern.

“Need me to pull over?” She asked.

“Noooo.” You whined wanting to get back asap to hide in your dorm, but you choked on the words as you finally began to throw up into the sick bag. To her merit Larissa didn’t even wince, she gently rubbed your arm, her other hand still holding the bag for you.

“Sh sh shh its ok Y/n. You're ok sweetheart. It's alright honey.” She said and glanced at Marilyn.

“Yes please.” The principal said. She felt you tug at her blazer as you protested still actively being sick.

“It's alright honey, we’re just gonna try and make you more comfortable sweetie. Just hang tight, you're doing so good for me love.” She consoled and Marilyn pulled over on the empty road back to nevermore.

You heard a door open and close as you felt another set of hands on you. The botanist was holding your hair back as she laid a hand against your face.

“She feels warmer than before.”

“Yes. I was worried about that.”

After a minute you coughed and stopped being sick. Both teachers waited with bated breath to see if you were going to be sick again.

“Are you done darling?” Weems asked and you nodded weakly and pushed the bag away from you with a grimace.

“Think so.” You said.

“What do you mean think sweetheart?” Marilyn asked with a frown.

“Not as bad.” You said. Still very out of it.

“Whats not as bad darling? You still feel sick?” The principal asked.

“Yes, but not as bad.” You repeated.

“Ok we can work with that. I’ll keep another bag here in case. Let me know if you need it hon.” She said.

You gave a half nod and settled back into the crook of her elbow. You closed your eyes and heard the car door open and close as car starts again. You went back to dozing lightly as the two adults talked quietly, shooting you worried glances.

“We need to get her changed and somewhere she can sleep and have someone keep an eye on her.” Marilyn said

“She can stay with me for a bit.” Larissa responded looking down at you with sad eyes.

“Need any help with that?” The botanist asked.

“If you’re sincere then yes please. If it’s not too much trouble.” The blonde responded.

“Anything you need Larissa.” She gave a kind smile and you drifted further into sleep.

After parking at the school Marilyn and Larissa carefully manoeuvred you out of the car and you were soon being carried by the English blonde into the school. You were still pale and quite warm as you continued to sleep in her arms, clearly exhausted from the sickness. The two teachers made it to Larissa’s office in record time and without issue.

Opening the door at the back of her office into her private quarters she gently set you down on the couch in the living room. You stirred but stay asleep.

“I’ll be right back; I’ll just grab everything she needs. Could you watch her for me please?” Weems asked and Marilyn agreed and sat opposite you studying the sweat beading on your forehead.

Your breathing was light as you slept, and the paleness was broken only by the flush on your cheeks.

After about ten minutes the principal returned with a host if things. She came over and knelt next to your head on the floor by the couch.

She placed a bucket down by the bed just in case and pulled out a thermometer. She gently stroked your cheek with the back of her hand and watched you come around slowly. Your eyes were glazed, and you still felt like a furnace was on below your skin. She gently pulled your lip down with her thumb and tucked the thermometer under your tongue. You lolled your head to the side to face her looking miserable and tired. Your eyes were drooping as you looked at the concerned teachers tiredly.

Weems lent down and pulled out a washcloth dipping it in the small bowl of water she had set down next to the bucket. Wringing it out she waited for the beep of the stick before she took it and placed the cloth on your forehead.

She hummed disapprovingly at the number.

“Bad?” Ms Thornhill asked and weems jumped forgetting she was there.

“Unfortunately, so. 102.8 is very dangerous for a child.” She said.

“Anything i can do?”

“Can you fetch her a glass of water from the kitchen, we need to get some medicine in her as soon as we can.”

“Consider it done.” Thornhill said with a nod, and she scurried off.

Weems gently stroked your cheek again and you groggily opened your eyes and hummed in confusion.

“Hello sweet girl.” Weems said, “how are we feeling now? Do you need anything?” She asked gently, still stroking your warm cheek with her hand as she looked into your glazed eyes. You gave a small whine still fever-addled and confused.

At that moment Thornhill returned and handed the principal the glass.

“Thank you.” She said and placed the glass to your lips and tilted it as you drank some.

“Small sips darling.” She said quietly and with her free hand grabbed a blister packet of fever reducers. She popped out the correct dosage and popped them in your mouth chasing it with the glass again.

You complied your shaking hands over hers as she held the glass for you. After you were done you pushed it away and weems complied, sitting it down on the table. Thornhill came over and crouched next to weems. You hummed as she came into your view. Reaching out a hand you patted her knee making her laugh.

“Hello darling.” Ms Thornhill said and took your hand in hers rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. You gave a tired hum and closed your eyes again letting your arm go slack. Weems carefully tucked it back by your side and brushed the hair from your eyes, taking the cloth and dipping it in the water again before wringing it out and placing it back on your forehead. She checked your temperature with her hand, satisfied it was going down some.

Gently she guided your sleepy form upright as you made a mumble of protest. Weems pulled out an old t-shirt of hers and some sleep shorts that looked to be the right size somehow. She guided your floppy arms out of the school blazer and frowned at the sight of your shirt.

“Whats the matter?” Thornhill asked looking concerned at how Weems had paused.

“She sweat through her shirt.” She said slowly.

“Good thing we’re changing her then.” Thornhill chuckled.

“Yes, I suppose so.” Weems said and began to unbutton your shirt. After your top half was left in a sports bra, she slipped the shirt over your head and guided your arms through the sleeves and gently laid you back against the pillows going down to your school skirt she slipped it off your hips and slid it down. You were wearing boxers which made Thornhill chuckle.

Weems slid the sleep shorts on-top you like one might a small toddler and you rolled over and snuggled into a pillow making both women smile.

Now you were changed and medicated, they decided to let you sleep for a bit, both teachers planning to stay in the vicinity until you were well enough to be on your own again. And so, they did. MASTERLIST

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99point9percentwhump · 6 months

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Jericho S1E16 The Loot of all Evil

B/N: remade with quality update and bonus vid!

#jericho #vintage whump #captive #beaten #blood #pain #sweaty #threatened #tortured #collapse #supported #cared for #99's vid

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whumpty-dumpty · 2 years

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Whumptober2022 | no. 31 | A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

#whumptober2022 #no.31 #comfort #multifandom #gifs #the resident 5x03 #erskineville kings 1999 #game of silence 1x09 #the last kingdom 4x03 #jericho 1x22 #man in an orange shirt part 2 #game of silence 1x08 #a million little things 1x09 #crying man #men comforting men #bromance #whump #hug

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likeit-or-whumpit · 1 year

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Chris Jericho is attacked by Kane in the backstage area. After been thrown around like a rag dog, in a final attempt to get his message across, Kane throughs the younger man through a glass panel.

#Chris Jericho #Kane #y2j #wwe #wwe gif #wwe edit #wwf #wwf gif #wrestling #wrestling blog #wrestling whump #wwe whump glass

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staydandy · 1 year

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Jericho (2006) - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : A small town in Kansas is literally left in the dark after seeing a mushroom cloud over nearby Denver, Colorado. The townspeople struggle to find answers about the blast and solutions on how to survive. (Wiki)

Whumpee : Jake Green played by Skeet Ulrich

Country : 🇺🇸 America

Notes : This is a Partial List - I didn't list every bit of whump, just what caught my attention the most • It was originally canceled after a single 22 episode season, but a fan campaign persuaded the network to bring the show back for another season, of 7 episodes, after which it was cancelled again. • The episode list is formatted season-episode : 00-00

Episodes on List : 3 Total Episodes : 29 Total Seasons : 2

*Spoilers below*

01-01 : A nuke goes off in a nearby city, putting Jericho in the dark. Jake is in a car accident

01-14 : A winter storm hits the town, Jake gets stuck under a truck, freezing

02-06 : Tortured

#whump #whump list #full whump list #American whump #America #Jericho #Jake Green #Skeet Ulrich #Bryan Ray Trout #Action #Mystery #Drama #car accident #car crash #trapped #freezing #hypothermia #passes out #tortured

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thesufferbug · 9 months

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Idk about you but I would let my F/O cut me up for all I care, just so they can tenderly care for me afterwards.

#whump #tw whump #horror.blanket #caretaker whumper #self ship #selfship #f/o #f/o community #[f/o] jericho #[f/o] ghostface #[f/o] Michael

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seasaltandcopper · 2 years

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love bites

Summary: A little making out turns into a little biting. Whoops. That was totally an accident. Yep.

AU: vampire | Masterlist

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: dubcon, handjobs, intoxication/drugging (vampire venom), blood drinking, biting, mouth whump, gaslighting, just all around abusive relationship and power dynamics

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“We really shouldn’t—” A gasp. Warm, heavy hands on Mal’s hip, sliding up to tangle in his hair as a wicked tongue did its best to force its way between Mal’s teeth. “Do this here.”

Jericho chuckled. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.

He knew Mal wasn’t really upset, because Mal was never upset, never expected Jericho to actually pull back when Mal protested or told him to stop. There was an unspoken understanding between them, that Mal wanted this in a way that thrummed like a plucked string all the way down to his soul. He knew what Mal wanted, sometimes better than Mal did himself.

But one of these days Mr. Aydemir was going to show up after hours to check the books or return something, and catch them fornicatiating in the backseat of one of the vintage cars they were restoring, and Mal didn’t think he could talk his way out of that one. Mr. Aydemir trusted him, considered Mal a business partner of sorts, but he was traditional and strict about shit like this, and it’d only take one time to ruin the good thing Mal had going.

Leather creaked as Jericho pushed Mal down against the seat. Rolled his hips, grinding against Mal’s lap and pressing the hard outline of his dick against the equally prominent bulge showing at the front of Mal’s jeans. He tugged hard at Mal’s hair, forcing his head back. Well under the effects of the venom now, Mal groaned, pliant as long as it meant Jericho didn’t stop touching him.

“Just don’t—fuck—” Mal squirmed as lips pressed to his throat, kissing then sucking and nipping towards the spot just below Mal’s ear Jericho knew drove him crazy.

“‘Don’t fuck?’” Jericho teased. Fingers teased at the hem of Mal’s shirt, stroking just below his navel and ruffling the thin trail of auburn hair leading lower. “Well shit, kid, there go my plans for the evening.”

Mal swallowed a whine, managing to turn it into something closer to a growl. Judging by the amused chuckle and graze of teeth, Jericho wasn’t impressed.

“Just don’t get anything on the seats, asshole,” Mal grumbled. “Aydemir will have my head if he finds out, and the interior of this thing alone is worth more than I am.”

A hum. Jericho pressed his lips to the spot Mal knew he’d been working towards, and even Mal’s best intentions couldn’t stifle the moan it wrenched out of him. Jericho worked it over for a few seconds, until Mal was squirming and panting in earnest, and he’d left behind what would be a truly impressive hickey.

“Guess you’ll have to swallow then.”

Jericho turned his attention back to Mal’s lips, burying any chance at a retort. Eager fingers moved to pop the button on Mal’s jeans, and he let out a relieved sigh as some of the pressure eased. The steady influx of venom made Mal’s head feel floaty and numb, too much too fast. It burned hot in his bloodstream, and even moving as quickly as they were it wasn’t enough. The tightness in Mal’s pants was just one facet of the need he’d do damn near anything to sate once it reached this point.

Jericho worked open the front of Mal’s jeans, dipped his hand beneath the waistband of Mal’s briefs and pulled him free. Mal groaned into Jericho’s mouth, finally remembering to move too, and slid his hands up, under the heavy leather of Jericho’s jacket, to trace up over the thin t-shirt and well muscled back beneath.

Jericho palmed Mal’s cock. Twisted his hand, and teased lower, over his balls. Gave them a tug and squeeze, enough to skirt the border between pleasure and pain, and Mal made a sound, high in his throat. He would’ve pushed up, arched into or away from the pressure, but with Jericho planted firmly on his lap there was nowhere to move.

The venom always fast-tracked things at the start. If the number of rounds he could go hadn’t made up for it, Mal would’ve been embarrassed about his own lack of stamina.

After a couple more seconds toying with him, Jericho finally turned his attention back to the shaft. His hand was warm and a little rough. Without any kind of lubrication the friction was almost too intense, but the honeyed poison of the venom twisted that, too, sensation layered on sensation until Mal drowned in it. It echoed in on itself, cascading into something that left Mal’s whole body buzzing like a raw nerve.

Jericho growled, pumping his fist in purposeful strokes. It didn’t take much. Just a few well timed motions and Mal teetered on the brink. The hand still fisted in Mal’s hair tightened, and teeth grazed over Mal’s tongue, his lips. Little stinging pricks that didn’t quite break the skin.

Another twist of Jericho’s wrist—

Hot pain exploded across Mal’s lower lip, and the gush of blood filled his mouth. Mal choked on it. He bucked, hips snapping. Venom sang, white static stole his vision, and climax hit like a punch to the gut. Molten, liquid pleasure followed on its heels, like a shimmering veil that cloaked the parts of the pain that were just a little too much.

Or maybe just made Mal want it more.

Mal shuddered through the aftershocks of his orgasm, loose and dazed enough to let Jericho chase his blood high. His nerves tingled, and every time Jericho sucked at the holes he’d put through Mal’s lip little electric arcs of sensation flickered across his senses.

He thought he moaned. It felt—good? Mal was pretty sure it felt good. He couldn’t quite remember how to make his limbs move.

Jericho pumped his hand over Mal’s cock a few more times, mostly preoccupied with licking the rest of the blood from Mal’s mouth. He let go when Mal started to squirm and pushed him away.

With a wet sound, far more lewd than it had any right to be, Jericho broke the kiss. His lips were flushed, red with more than just blood flow, and shiny with spit. He leaned back, dark eyes studying Mal as he recovered from the—well, the everything.

Mal pulled in a shaky breath. His bottom lip throbbed, already settling into the kind of fat, hot pressure that came from a split lip. Despite the thorough cleaning, the inside of his mouth tasted strongly of copper.

Jesus.

“That was,” Mal said thickly, “Not a love bite. Shit. That hurt.”

Jericho snickered and licked lingering traces of red from his lips. Smug, in a way that always made Mal want to kiss him, or hit him. Or both. “Didn’t stop you from coming all over my hand.” He raised it, spreading sticky fingers, and arching an eyebrow at the lingering evidence. “Oh, c’mon sweetheart, you gonna tell me you weren’t into it at all? I know you better than that.” Taking Mal’s silence for admission, he laughed. “Yeah.”

Wincing, Mal tongued at the punctures. “Jesus fuck. I think you bit through my lip.” Raising a shaking hand, Mal gingerly brushed over his lip. “If this needs stitches I’m billing you, asshole.” Jericho snorted. Dark eyes glittered as he watched Mal’s hand, noting the crimson smearing his fingertips as Mal pulled away.

Gently, more so than he’d been up until now, Jericho reached out and grasped Mal’s wrist. “Here. Gimme that, before you make a bigger mess.” Pulled it towards him, and dutifully licked the blood from Mal’s fingertips. He popped the last one into his mouth and sucked, working his tongue skillfully over the digit without breaking eye contact.

After a thorough cleaning, Jericho let Mal have his hand back. “Like you said, wouldn’t wanna get anything on the seats."

#my writing #nsfwhump #original whump #vampire whump #vampire au #salt ocs #salt oc: mal #salt oc: jericho #whump #not osha approved

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delilah-dust · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Titans (Animated Series), Teen Titans - All Media Types, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jinx/Wally West Characters: Kid Flash, Jinx (DCU), Jericho - Character, Herald, Hot Spot -Character, Wally West, Joseph Wilson, Isaiah Crockett, Mal Duncan Additional Tags: Light Angst, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Teen Romance, Angst and Humor, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional Baggage, Anxiety, Wally West Whump, Wally West-centric, Teen Titans as Family, Alternate Universe - Teen Titans (Animated Series) Setting, Friendship/Love, Team Bonding, Understanding, Everyone Needs A Hug, Wally West Needs a Hug, Comfort, Mental Health Issues, Past Abuse, Moving On, Bad Parenting, Childhood Memories, Memories, Hugs, Dating, Third Wheels, Snow Day, Communication, Cuddling & Snuggling, Teenagers, Dorks in Love Series: Part 6 of roll the credits, Part 16 of to court my teammate Summary:

The one thing Kid Flash wanted was a touch of softness to ease his troubled memories away, and on this snowy day maybe he would be able to find it. If he didn’t then at least he could still watch Hot Spot go off about being second favorite again, and that guy seriously needed to learn how to chill.

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Wednesday realizing her budding romantic relationship with Enid is suddenly in jeopardy by two girls who are already upfront with their intentions is so funny though, like I can imagine her first thought being murder, this is no longer a love triangle this is the hunger games big prize being a wonderful and confident werewolf gf

Wednesday: (Threatening with a knife) get back, you savages! You had your chance!

Enid: Willa?????

Not that she would be so upfront and obvious about it, but I can IMAGINE Enid presenting her as her “roomie” and Wednesday just death glaring harder than she has done ever before, meanwhile Enid is just (understandably) lost and begging Yoko for help, and Yoko thinks it’s absolutely hilarious and there is already a betting pool on which shorty with an attitude will win

Listen, I think witnessing Enid be absolutely distraught for two years with two separate girls than she did with Ajax could be proof that Enid needs some love in her life

Like pheobe left Enid quiet when the second semester of junior year came in and she wouldn't say a damn thing abt her experience. The only proof that smth happened are those posts this pheobe did on Enid's phone and pictures that Enid would look at sometimes before she locked them away

Bc dammit, I feel so bad for the amount of whump I put her through so I'm letting her be chased and feel the love of someone that could've went so well

Unfortunately life don't work like that, soooo

Enid moves on, slowly then she meets Tara during the start of senior year and it's this whirlwind all over again. Except her ass got in the middle of a murder mystery that lasts for three to four days and Enid doesn't know if what she's truly feeling is romance or the high of nearly dying bonding them together

In the end, it doesn't matter and so they hug it out and Enid is thinking this might just be her love life, drifting from person to person and losing parts of herself to a what could've been

So when smth is could happen with Wenclair near the end of senior year, Enid is rightfully afraid because she doesn't want to lose wednesday. There's something terrifying about high-school ending and realizing that their friendship could end with it too

So when February rolls around with Wenclair still skirting along each other, the girls roll in and holy shit the way the gang were vibing in Jericho did not at all expect Enid to freeze

And yknow your chances are on the line because Enid isnt insecure. Okay that's a lie, she is a lil bit, but shes brave at times and it says something that when a girl with leather jacket walks in, Enid fucking dives behind yoko

Wednesday thinks it's a potential murder victim, maybe it's an old girl who bullied her loathed love

Except leather jacket goes "Enid!" with the biggest smile ever and is Enid looking shy!? The wolf is peaking out of Yoko's shoulder, giving a wave as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear with a nervous grin

The werewolf hasn't blushed since junior year, who tf is this girl

"pheobe," Enid breathes and oh hell no, the way Wednesday went from fingering her knife to full on grasping it has the rest of the gang looking at her

Safe to say Enid ditches them and Wednesday is left sulking at the table, glaring daggers at the back of the werewolf because what in the nine circles of hell is this!?

Enid's distracted the whole weekend after that and like okay, Wednesday understands, Enid can have friends but she misses her roommate like a man missing his lung. Everything is damn unbearable without her and so it's a relief when Monday comes around because Enid is studious, surely there is-

There's a college student introduced to them in biology class, said to be staying there for a week to figure out more about outcasts

Nevermore, ever so accepting and willing to bridge a gap between normies and outcasts accepted the offer off a student staying for a bit, absolutely ecstatic at this chance

Alright, normally wednesday wouldn't care until Enid freezes once again in the corner of her eyes.

Something drops in the seers gut and a horrible festering feeling churns

Yoko is out, having skipped the lesson so there is one empty seat next to the werewolf. Wednesday has no good reason to stab the teacher for their convoluted plan because it was simply understandable to put the new outlier in an empty seat

(she might spike their drink in pettyness however)

So Wednesday watches with a tight jaw as this normie went and slipped her hand into Enid's so easily that it left the watcher green with envy

"enid," tara says and she's looking at her roommate like she's the reason she lives. It's disgusting because wednesday recognizes it like it's her own face

"told you we'd meet again," enid chirps and she looks delighted. "I didn't expect it to be like this tho!"

It's another one, Wednesday thinks and her pen snaps in half.

#Enid x phoebe #Enid x tara #Enid x wednesday #ortegaverse

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