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citrusinicake · 5 months

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#mcyt #hermitcraft #mine.art #nudity #grumbo #up to you if romantic or platonic lol #grian #mumbo jumbo #me choosing a lace pattern for grian was deliberate #cause it looks like fish scales lol #others.art #llsmp #lsmp #ldshadowlady #she originally was gonna have clothes but i got lazy and also didnt want the figure to go to waste lol

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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{Soap makes a smoothie but is wary of of how it looked, so he looks around the common room for someone to test it for him, and sees Ghost.]

Soap: Hey, LT! wanna have a taste of this Chocolate smoothie? I got the powder mix from a café in town.

Ghost, looks a the smoothie, he grimaces it looked like vomit: No.

Soap: *Makes chicken noises*

Ghost: Quit it!

(Soap keeps clucking)

Ghost, fed up: Fine! I’ll drink it!

[Ghost winces as he pulls his mask up a bit and brings the smoothie to his mouth and downs it.]

Soap: Well? Is it good?

Ghost, holding his stomach: It taste like...burning.

Soap: Oh shite, did I buy a laxative one?

[Ghost starts sweating looks at the common room’s couch, he sees Vent the cat napping there, Simon starts hallucinating the cat’s fur to peeling off it’s body; turning it into some kind of hell beast! Ghost’s eye twitches as he gets up and runs out of the base. Two hours later R/n arrives with Ghost who is almost completely nude, save for his mask and a blanket tied around his waist.]

R/n, to Price, she’s exhausted from chasing Ghost around: I found him swimming naked in my neighbors duck pond.

Ghost, throws his arms in the air: I AM THE LIZARD KING!~

{Later the 1-4-1 learned the café, Soap got the Smoothie mix from was known for adding "magic mushrooms.” to their Smoothies, but only if the customer’s knew their password for it, Soap must’ve said the password not realizing it was a password and got the “magic” mix, instead of whatever he was originally ordering,]

{What happened later.] [part 2]

#s: the simpsons #tw: partial nudity #tw: accidental drug consumption #soap and ghost bromance #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #platonic! Soap MacTavish #john price #afab reader

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dotemakesthings · 8 months

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Family bonding time is mandatory. Yes, Janus, even for you.

Based on this discord conversation with @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors :

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itsnotjustgibberish · 7 months

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Scar

As well as Battlescars {my duo name for Wels and Scar since I’m fairly sure they don’t have one already} my beloved. They are so very silly <3

#platonic #hermitblr #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #battlescars duo #battlescars fanart #welsknight #welsknight gaming #welsknight fanart #wels fanart #goodtimeswithscar #goodtimeswithscar fanart #gtwscar #gtws fanart #gtwscar fanart #art #itsnotjustgibberish #cw mild nudity #the anarchy anthology

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iosagol · 8 months

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Keeping a friend company during her meditation session 💛💜

#Yasha: Inner peace #Molly: *cartwheeling* So that's how painters in the 14th century were allowed to paint naked people even with laws against public nudity #Yasha: Inner... Inner peace...#Molly: *standing on his head* Personally I think we need more artists like that in this world #Yasha: Inner---#Molly: *backflips over a rabbit*#mollymauk tealeaf #yasha nydoorin #Circus children #critical role campaign 2 #critical role fanart #Dnd #Platonic mollyash

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smokbeast · 5 months

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💜 💙 💙 🧡

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misfitmiska · 1 year

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With the Hell’s Paradise anime seemingly going strong even though it just started airing I’m really REALLY hoping it becomes popular on this hellsite so that I can finally talk to someone about the amazing deconstruction of masculinity and femininity in this series like holy shit guys it’s really good I swear.

Also I wanna meme about Gabimaru being a wife guy.

#hells paradise #jigokuraku #PLEASE there is just so much to talk about in general #the fact that we have a male-female lead duo with a strictly platonic relationship #the fascinating way nudity is used in a completely desexualised horror-like manner #(actually i’m not sure how much of the nudity is going to make the cut in the tu anime hgfchjhgf)#fricking YUI i love her so much #also yuzuriha and sagiri are GAYYYYYY #like please i need people to get obsessed with this series i really want to talk to somebody about it

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mivolasvivi · 3 months

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#I crave more platonic gay nudity or near nudity in my life tbh #like gay beaches #leather bars #kink spaces #what have you

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gelu-the-babosa-multiversal · 6 months

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Probably the most NSFW thing I will give you guys, enjoy.

Horus has to cover Leo's eyes after Ramses explained that he was too young to see the Pharao like this. Tho I do want to draw the rest of the Golden Army with different human clothes.

Inspiration under the cut

I don't care if the concept is canon, just because someone made this and wanted to animate it just made me laugh.

When people ask concept art artists what's their thought process, most of the time they will say horny...

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turn-the-tables-on-them · 1 year

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Darkness Falls - Chapter 5 - Cleaned up

Warnings: Fever, panic, begging, infection, whip wounds, graphic wounds, begging, Whumper turned Whumpee, referenced non-con (Not explicit here) non-sexual nudity, bathing, mild vomit mention

@purple-heart-x @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @oddsconvert @whumpsday @interdimensional-chaos @mylifeisonthebookshelflf @elrys-creates, @wolfeyedwitchh @whumpwilloww @pigeonwhumps , @whumpycriess @chibichibivale, @whumpacabra

Take her down, Joey. Or I will. Nemesis’ voice replayed in his head as he looked over at Slipknot, who was shivering miserably on the bed.

The injured boy shifted with a soft whimper, sweat beading on his face.

“Mnhhh.” He groaned.

Take her down, or I will. She meant it, and he knew it.

Joey sat up in the chair as Slipknot’s pale blue eyes fluttered open, still glassy with fever. It was clear from one glance that the poor thing was terrified.

“Wh-what’s happening?” He moaned, struggling to prop himself up on his elbows, before collapsing back to the bed with a pathetic whine.

“Easy bud, it’s okay.” Joey said, keeping his voice low and calm as he looked down at the shivering boy.

Slipknot shook his head, tears spilling over his lashes, and down his flushed cheeks.

“How is he?” Nemesis asked, appearing in the doorway, her white and red hair still wet from the shower.

“About the same.” Joey sighed. “ I need to go on patrol. See if I can find any new leads on the Rogues. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

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Things had just gotten worse, and it must have been utter hell for Slipknot, who had spent the past hour throwing up in the bathroom.

Nemesis rested her hand on his shoulder as he curled up on the tiles, crying.

“Ssssshhhhh, ssssssshhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay, Slipknot.”

He just sobbed, hiding his face against his arm. He was shaking, soaked in sweat, and his fever was still holding at 104.7 °. The only good news was that it hadn’t gotten any worse.

Nemesis sighed, rubbing the Supervillain’s shoulder.

Seeing as he had been held prisoner for three months, Nemesis was surprised by how muscular he still was. Still lean and broad chested, his currently tense muscles rock-hard, and he was at least 6′4.

It had been hell on Nemesis’ back and arms to half carry him into the bathroom when he’d started gagging.

And there was no way she’d be able to get him back, as he now seemed utterly incapable of getting up.

Slipknot shivered, and Nemesis gently covered him with a towel.

Guilt flooded through her as she remembered how she had felt after the prior encounter with Slipknot, how much she would give to see the smug smirk wiped off of his face.

This isn’t what I meant. She told herself, though it did nothing to assuage her feelings of guilt.

Nemesis sighed, trying to figure out what to do next when Joey’s voice shouted that he was back.

She started to get up, but changed her mind. She didn’t want to leave Slipknot alone, even for a moment. He was already scared out of his mind, he didn’t need any added stress.

“Shadow, I need you in the bathroom.” Nemesis called, gently carding her fingers through Slipknot’s damp blond hair. He flinched, whimpering miserably.

The door opened, and Nemesis looked up at Joey, even as Slipknot curled into a ball with a frightened sob.

Despite Slipknot’s height and muscular build, Joey was bigger than him. Then again, Joey was 6′6, and almost three hundred pounds of pure muscle. Nemesis, if she had to guess, would have pinned Slipknot at around 200 pounds, again, solid muscle. Still, significantly smaller than Joey.

Joey’s eyes were soft, as he gently gestured to Nemesis to move out of the way, before lifting Slipknot into his arms like it was nothing.

Slipknot shuddered in his hold. “I’m going to get him cleaned up.” Joey said softly.

Nemesis watched, grimacing as Slipknot groaned when Joey set him down in the bath. His glazed eyes widened, and he whimpered as Joey cut the bandages away.

“W-wait!” He begged weakly. “Pl-plea-please no.”

Joey grimaced, pulling the patch away from the gaping, infected wound on Slipknot’s side, causing him to stammer out another plea for mercy.

Nemesis hesitated briefly, remembering how he had held her head under the water, thrown her around like a ragdoll.

A distressed sob broke through her thoughts, and she shook herself. Her being bitter would accomplish nothing but more misery.

Nemesis removed her socks and shirt, and climbed into the tub with Slipknot. He looked at her, trembling all over, and she pressed the back of her hand to his scorching forehead. The man whimpered pathetically, trying to pull away.

Joey gently pushed him forward, giving him proper access to the wounds on Slipknot’s back. Pathetically, he squirmed and wailed, and Nemesis closed her eyes. She held him, letting him lean against her as Joey turned on the shower, and used the hand-held nozzle to rinse Slipknot’s back off. The supervillain whimpered, clinging to Nemesis.

It was strange. Mere days ago, just the mention of his name would have filled her with rage, yet now she felt nothing but pity for the crying, shaking mess who had curled himself against her.

“O-oh God, pl-please.” He begged, pressing his face against her shoulder as Joey sponged away the blood on his back with a cloth. “N-no more. I-I- Please, I’m sorry.”

For a moment, she couldn’t find her voice. How could the terrified, broken man sobbing into her shoulder be the same arrogant, cruel Supervillain who was so feared?

Slipknot jolted with a shriek of agony as Joey used a disinfectant soap on his back.

“Nngghh- please- please, stop.” He whined. He squirmed feebly with a choked cry as Joey lathered the sponge over his back.

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Slipknot whimpered, blinking hard to clear his vision. Nemesis shifted, and he tensed, bracing for pain.

But it never came.

“It’s going to be okay, Slipknot.” She murmured, putting her hand on his forehead as Shadowdancer tilted his head back.

Slipknot sobbed. Why would they expose his throat if not to cut it?

“Please- I’ll do better, I-”

“Ssshhhh.” Nemesis said gently, as warm water cascaded through his hair. “Sssshhhh, it’s okay.”

Slipknot closed his eyes with a sniffle. There was no way Nemesis would ever help him. Not after what he’d done.

No, it had to be a dream, a hallucination. Fevers could cause hallucinations, couldn’t they? If only he could think clearly.

A warm, wet cloth gently touched his face, and he flinched slightly. A groan slipped past his lips as Shadowdancer gently eased him back against the rim of the tub.

He fell still, too exhausted to keep struggling.

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It wasn’t long before Slipknot passed out again.

Joey grimaced, tugging away his tattered jeans, leaving Slipknot in only his briefs. Nemesis felt shock jolt through her as she saw the dark bruises on his thighs and hips.

She knew all too well what those represented.

Bile rose in her throat.

“Oh my God.” She whispered, seeing the disgust she felt mirrored on Joey’s face. He took a deep breath.

“Go get changed into something dry. And grab a spare pair of boxers, and flannel pants from my dresser.”

Nemesis nodded, drying herself off, before changing into a shirt that was several times too large for her, and grabbing a pair of boxers and pajama bottoms like Joey had requested.

It was about twenty minutes later that Joey carried out Slipknot, who was bandaged again, and still unconscious.

Nemesis stood up, allowing Joey to set the injured man down on the bed.

“You get some sleep too, kid, I’ll make something for you both to eat.” He said, looking up at her. Nemesis nodded as Joey headed back downstairs. Not wanting to leave Slipknot alone by going to her own room, she curled up on the edge of the bed, and closed her eyes.

#tw noncon mention #vomit mention #slipknot #nemesis #joey #supervillain whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #infection #fever #nudity #platonic bathing #feverish whumpee #begging #panic #illness #supervillain x vigilante #darkness falls #begging supervillain #whump

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reader-insert-shorts · 1 year

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Imagine your f/o liking to draw you. They’d want to make sure they get every last detail of you perfect, and would likely get you outfits to wear. They’d ask you to do numerous poses, just so they can draw every aspect of your beautiful body. And, once they grow closer to you and got to know you better, they may also ask you to do a few nude poses as well~

#f/o imagines #reader insert #f/o #fictional other #imagine your f/o #nudity #body posititivity #read as more romantic but can be seen as platonic if wished #romantic f/o #self shipping #artistic f/o

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coxinhadoce47-art · 8 months

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Ariest clings to Garcodeu to sleep since day one. He's terrified of sleepy for thousands of years again, but holding someone helps with it

He's very warm and a drooler, which don't mash well with Garcodeu's fur fsdsddsfm but he accepts his fate

#mlm #these drawings are platonic but they keep doing this when they begin dating #partial nudity #shirtlessness #oc #agg #garcodeu #ariest #my art #queue

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slavhew · 2 months

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troll yuri

#homestuck #imp #heliad #trollsonas #trollsona #troll oc #oc #original character #ocs #admin draws #not fanart #nudity #blood #compiled a whooole bucnh of them being just the most functional situationship ever #i have so much lore for these two but since theyre ocs its hard to share ina way thats fun for others too </3 anyways #this is the relationsjip post im gonna be putting up misc platonic ones ft friends ocs in a bit #i draw them nude a lot so not all are fit to post. lol #exams killing me but i need to fix smth up for my nswf twitter after theyre done lolll

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 3 months

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Monarch part two

TW: corpses, nonsexual nudity, discussion of reproduction, brief hypnotism, platonic flirtations, fear of death, mild gore, referenced gender dysphoria

When the hypnosis finally released its chokehold on Jade's brain, he found himself in a rotting house with a foggy recollection of happily following the Lyklae there.

The whole place reeked of death, and of the maggots and vermins making a home beneath the floorboards. The air was warm and damp, like the enclosure of a tropical lizard, something Jade found oddly comfortable.

Dim light was prefered by the nocturnal Lyklae species, making it difficult for Jade to make out his surroundings. And after a moment of straining to see , he realized the Lyklae had taken his glasses along with his clothes.

What a bizarre action. Jade would have to ask about its motivations.

But what were those… things littered on the ground beside him? Stones or sticks, perhaps? And as for the larger ones…

Jade crawled over to investigate, and found himself staring at a human corpse. One of many that proved an explanation for the stench of decay. It, along with the others, was missing most of its abdomen.

How he wished he had a camera.

He knew he should be disgusted, but his curiosity overcame any rational feelings. Despite his begging, his university had never granted permission to study Lyklae up close. They thought it was too dangerous or something.

If Jade survived, this would certainly be the subject of his thesis paper.

"I'm so happy you're here," the Lyklae cooed.

Jade spun around, and found it standing barely a foot away from him. How could something so monolithic be so quiet?

"Hello!" he squeaked. This was his one opportunity to win over some favor so he wouldn't be killed. He couldn't blow it. "It's real nice to be here. I'm Jade. Do you have a name?"

"Jade is a pretty name for a pretty rock. And a pretty human, it would seem." It smiled with sharp teeth. "My name is Monarch."

Despite his fear, Jade couldn't believe how much information he had already gotten out of Monarch. Lyklae's had a sense of aesthetic attraction that extended to words, objects, and even people. This opened so many questions, and Jade had no idea where to start.

"I'm very curious about humans," Monarch continued. "I've killed so many of you, but that isn't interesting enough. I wanted to see you up close. Breathing. Moving. You're so small…"

This was perfect, as though God Himself had handed Jade a university project on a silver platter.

"I love science," he said brightly. "Actually, I've always wanted to study your species. But I never got a chance. You're very hard to find."

"So this will be good for both of us…" Monarch crooned. "You're lovely."

"And you're a flatterer." Jade smiled, feeling less anxious as they continued to converse. "But may I ask what you did with my clothes? I want them back."

"I wanted to examine you…" Monarch's scaly hand cupped Jade's face, staring intently into his dark brown eyes. "Clothing will get in the way."

"That's reasonable. But can I at least have my glasses back? I can't really see without them."

Monarch tilted its head. "What are glasses?" "The metal frames with two circles of glass in them. I was wearing them on my face. I look through them to correct my bad vision. I need them back. If you don't mind."

As it turned out, Monarch didn't mind. It rummaged around in an old trunk, apparently full of Jade's things, and gingerly brought him his glasses.

"Here, my tiny Jade creature." It unfolded the glasses and placed them on Jade's face. Finally, the scales and ridges on its face came into clear focus. "Is that right?"

Jade delighted in the nickname. "Yes, that's right."

"You're very small," Monarch remarked. "Even for a human."

Jade snorted. "And you're very large, even for a Lyklae. I'd love to get some measurements… Do you think you could help me study your species? After all, you want to study humans. We could ask each other questions."

"Yes, ask each other questions. That is perfect. You ask me your questions. I ask you my own."

Monarch's eyes weren't on Jade's face anymore. It stared at his human body, seemingly amazed by how the moving pieces fit together.

Jade stood up so it could get a better look. Usually he would be more embarrassed to remain undressed while in company. But Lyklae were a totally asexual species, so this wasn't at all inappropriate.

Despite how easy it would be for Monarch to break his neck, Jade honestly didn't mind it starting its examination there, gingerly moving his head in different directions to see how his vertebrae moved.

Then it moved lower and lower. Positioning and repositioning Jade's shoulders. Bending his elbows. Poking his back in different places. On and on.

If Lyklae had a written language, Jade was sure Monarch would be taking notes. And if Jade had anything to write with, so would he.

"I understand that Lyklae lay eggs in human corpses," Jade said, distracting himself from the discomfort of Monarch pressing on with the soft tissue of his breasts. "Why is that?"

"Because we eat human hearts and other fleshy bits." Monarch trailed its pointer finger from between Jade's breasts down to his stomach. "And hatchlings find their strength by eating their way out of a body."

"That's the leading scientific theory," Jade said happily, ignoring the threat of being eaten. "People argue over whether your species is sentient, and I'm so glad you are."

"How does your kind reproduce?" Monarch asked. "I know you don't lay eggs. But how else to do it… You are intelligent. I'm sure you will offer a good explanation."

Jade couldn't quite resist the flower of pride blooming in his chest. A member of a species who saw humans only as a source of food, thought he was intelligent. This had to be the highest praise possible.

"Lyklae only have one sex and self-fertilize their eggs," he explained. "Humans have two sexes, male and female. Female humans carry young inside their wombs instead of laying eggs. Males are responsible for fertilization."

"And which are you? Male or female?"

"...Female," Jade admitted, feeling embarrassed by it. "But I'm a man, you know?"

Monarch tilted its head. "I do not know."

Out of all the things Jade had expected this evening to entail, giving a crash course on gender identity to a member of a sexless and presumably genderless species was not one of them.

"Well, males and females are expected to act differently. "He gestured with his hands as he spoke. "Not just about reproduction. The way we dress and talk and the jobs we have. So, our sexes are male and female, but our genders are man and woman. I'm female, but I chose to be a man despite reproduction. Hope that makes sense."

"I have seen similar things," Monarch mused. It wasn't touching Jade anymore, instead fidgeting by crossing its fingers together. "I am Lyklae. Not man. Not woman. But you… You are a man with a womb?"

"That's right." Jade smiled, wondering how a Lyklae was more accepting than his own mother.

"I can see that we have a lot to learn from each other. Will you stay here and talk, my sweet thing?" Monarch's pupils were wide with excitement. "You are so smart."

"I'd love to. At least until my classes tomorrow." Jade glanced around the room, barren aside from the rotting corpses and a handful of crates. "Maybe you have some chairs we can sit on, or something? That'd be more comfortable."

Monarch nodded. "Humans lived here once. They left their possessions. Come along."

Jade followed Monarch out into the dark hallways, offering not pity nor disgust to the dead bodies scattered along the way.

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#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Monarch #Writing #Creative writing #Whump #corpses #nonsexual nudity #hypnotism #platonic flirtations #fear of death #mild gore #Whump series #Monster fucker stuff

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turnthetablesonthem · 2 years

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Darkness Falls - 5

Warnings: Very mild vomit mention, fever, delirium, sickness, panic, fear, begging, scared whumpee, non-sexual partial nudity, platonic bathing, belief one is going to die, belief that one is hallucinating.

Taglist: @purple-heart-x, @whumpwillow, @briars7, @shydragonrider, @whumpsday, @kira-the-whump-enthusiast, @mylifeisonthebookshelf, @interdimensional-chaos

Take her down, Shadowdancer. Or I will. Nemesis’ voice replayed in his head. She meant it, and he knew it.

Joey remembered what Mark had said, when Joey was stitching his leg up after the prior encounter with Slipknot, about how much he would give to see the smug smirk wiped off of Slipknot’s face.

Joey had agreed, saying they all wanted to see that. But now, looking down at the Supervillain, he was nearly overwhelmed in guilt. This isn’t what I meant. He tried to tell himself, but this did not ease the guilt.

The injured boy shifted with a soft whimper, sweat beading on his face. “Mnhhh.” He groaned.

Joey sat up as Slipknot’s pale blue eyes fluttered open, still glassy with fever. It was clear from one glance that the poor thing was terrified.

“Wh-what’s happening?” He moaned, struggling to prop himself up on his elbows, before collapsing back to the bed with a pathetic whine.

“Slipknot, it’s okay.” Joey said, keeping his voice low and calm as he looked down at the shivering boy.

He shook his head, tears spilling over his lashes, and down his flushed cheeks.

“How is he?” Nemesis asked, appearing in the doorway, her white and red still wet from the shower.

“About the same. I need to go on patrol. See if I can find any leads. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

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Things had just gotten worse, and it must have been utter hell for Slipknot, who had spent the past hour and a half throwing up in the bathroom. Nemesis rested her hand on his shoulder as he curled up on the floor, crying.

“Ssssshhhhh, ssssssshhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay, Slipknot.”

He just sobbed, hiding his face against his arm. He was shaking, soaked in sweat, his fever was still holding at 104.3 °. At least it hadn’t gotten any worse.

Nemesis sighed, rubbing the Supervillain’s shoulder.

Seeing as he had been held prisoner for three months, Nemesis was surprised by how muscular he still was. Still lean and broad chested, his currently tense muscles rock-hard, and and he was at least 6′3.

It had been hell on Nemesis’ back and arms to half carry him into the bathroom when he’d started gagging.

And there was no way she’d be able to get him back, as he now seemed utterly incapable of getting up.

Nemesis sighed, trying to figure out what to do next when Joey’s voice shouted that he was back.

Nemesis silently thanked whatever foresight had lead to her giving Joey a key, as she didn’t want to leave Slipknot alone, even for a moment. He was already scared out of his mind, he didn’t need any added stress.

“Shadow, I need you in the bathroom.” Nemesis called, gently carding her fingers through Slipknot’s damp blond hair. He flinched, whimpering miserably.

The door opened, and Nemesis looked up a Joey, even as Slipknot curled into a ball with a frightened sob.

Despite Slipknot’s height and muscular build, Joey was bigger than him. Then again, Joey was 6′6, and almost three hundred pounds of pure muscle. Nemesis, if she had to guess, would have pinned Slipknot at around two-hundred pounds. Significantly smaller than Joey.

Joey’s eyes were soft, as he gently gestured to Nemesis to move out of the way, before lifting Slipknot into his arms like it was nothing.

“Joey.” Nemesis said quietly. “Let’s take him upstairs. To my room. It has a bathroom en suite. Make things easier.”

Joey nodded, even as Slipknot shuddered in his hold. “We need to get him cleaned up anyway.” Joey said.

Nemesis showed him the way, grimacing as Slipknot groaned when Joey set him down in the bath. His glazed eyes widened, and he whimpered as Joey cut the bandages away.

“W-wait!” He begged weakly. “Pl-plea-please no.”

Nemesis climbed into the tub with him, and pressed the back of her hand to his scorching forehead. The man whimpered pathetically, trying to pull away.

Joey gently pushed him forward, giving him proper access to the wounds on Slipknot’s back. Pathetically, he squirmed and wailed, and Nemesis closed her eyes. She held him, letting him lean against her as Joey turned on the shower, and used the hand-held nozzle to rinse Slipknot’s back off. The supervillain whimpered, clinging to Nemesis.

It was strange. She’d hated him so much, yet now, she felt nothing but pity for the crying, shaking mess that had curled himself against her.

“O-oh God, pl-please.” He begged, pressing his face against her shoulder. “N-no more. I-I- Please, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Nemesis murmured.

Slipknot jolted with a cry of pain as Joey used a disinfectant soap on his back.

“Hnngghh- please, stop.” He whined, a choked groan slipping past his lips as Joey gently eased him back against the rim of the tub.

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Slipknot whimpered, blinking hard to clear his vision. Nemesis inched closer to him, and he tensed, bracing for pain.

But she just sat in front of him.

“It’s going to be okay, Slipknot.” She murmured, putting her hand on his forehead as Shadowdancer tilted his head back.

Slipknot sobbed. Why would they expose his throat if not to cut it?

“Please- I’ll do better, I-”

“Ssshhhh.” Nemesis said gently, as warm water cascaded through his hair. “Sssshhhh, it’s okay.”

Slipknot closed his eyes with a sniffle. There was no way Nemesis would ever help him. Not after what he’d done. Not after how he’d held her underwater.

No, it had to be a dream, a hallucination. Fevers could cause hallucinations, couldn’t they? If only he could think clearly.

A warm, wet cloth gently touched his face, and he flinched slightly, before falling still again, too exhausted to keep struggling.

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It wasn’t long before Slipknot passed out again.

“I can finish up here.” Joey said quietly. “Go get changed into something dry. And grab a spare pair of boxers from the guest room. You mentioned that Mark had left a few.”

Nemesis nodded, drying herself off, before changing into a shirt that was several times too large for her, and grabbing a pair of boxers like Joey had requested.

It was about twenty minutes later that Joey carried out Slipknot, who was bandaged again, and still unconscious.

Nemesis stood up, allowing Joey to set the injured man down on her bed.

“You get some sleep too, kid, I’ll make something for you both to eat.” He said, looking up at her. Nemesis nodded as Joey headed back downstairs. Not wanting to leave Slipknot alone by going to the guest room, she curled up on the edge of the bed, and closed her eyes.

#Platonic bathing #sick whumpee #tw mild vomit mention #tw sick mention #fever #delirium #begging #Supervillain whumpee #feverish supervillain #Supervillain character #poisoned supervillain #crying #villain whump #sick supervillain #whumper turned whumpee #scared whumpee #mild nudity

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plagues01 · 7 months

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(Tes)Shiptober - Embrace

Yeah, this could have worked for dream, but Johnny and Yosaku are embracing Lucien in their sleep so,,

Anyway!! Lucien and his queer platonic bfs!! Luci had insomnia so he's often awake long before the other two, but he can't move cause they use him as a pillow

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