#i didn't think i'd have another verse for him

[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.2) NSFW

W/C: 3.2k #NSFW, THEY FUCKIN', bottom!reader, top!sukuna, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna ignores feelings through the force of sheer willpower, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, blood as lube (SORRY), Sukuna unhinged horknee, ABO elements

A/N: I wanted to make this include more parts, but I am so flabbergasted and in awe of the response to this fic that I feel the need to feed y'all feral creatures LMAO. JKJK but 👀 Thank you for all the feedback and support! It really gives me the motivation to continue writing and to interact with the JJK community. I'm having a lot of fun!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah

“What the fuck is this?” Sukuna drawled, an intense fury simmering through his being. His gaze couldn't tear free from you, not even to size up the blindfolded weirdo watching him intently. 

He shattered the coffin, freeing you from the makeshift cursed bath some freak had forced you into. He smoothed damp hair from your sickly face and searched for sparks of life somewhere in the cold stillness that'd overtaken you. And there was something. He found it, a little glimmer of vitality in the smallest, shakiest inhale. 

“Good,” he praised, brushing your hair back more and more to get a better look at your face. You looked like the frail little thing he saved all those decades ago.

“You know,” Gojo interrupted, but Sukuna paid him no mind, “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared about that kitsune.” 

“Then you don't know what this is,” Sukuna decided blandly. “Figures.” Kenjaku kept him off the record, huh? Guess that's a bonus.

“Oh? Do you wanna enlighten me before Yuuji comes back?” Gojo smiled, as if he really expected Sukuna to play nice and be honest with him. “Come on, come on, it's your chance to be vulnerable~” 

“Tch. Pretty damn sure the fox'll be the one to tell you.” His hand smoothed over your stomach and rubbed slow, gentle circles against your skin as reverse technique sought to bring you all back to him. “He yaps about as much as your insufferable ass does. Granted, he talks a lot nicer.” 

“Wow, rude.” Gojo sighed and clapped twice as if clapping on a light. “Okay! I've had enough bullying. Yuuji–” 

“Brat, don't you fucking dare–” 

Yuuji inhaled sharply. He blinked owlishly at your calmed expression, your eyes now closed and breathing now steadied thanks to Sukuna's aid. 

Aid. That wasn't something the king did. 

“Sensei,” Yuuji managed, voice quivering under the weight of memories’ emotion. “Can you fix this?”

Somehow, you were stuck in the throes of flirtation with the malevolent king of curses. 

“It may be courtship,” Uraume guessed, soft smile brightening their cold exterior. 

(They'd been smiling more recently, actually, ever since you completed that overcoat and presented it to them. Nary a day went by when they did not don the sentimental garb.)

But you weren't so sure; the event of courtship was serious business across all lucid creatures. Animals and creatures of primal existence sought out partners with favorable genes and strong constitution, whereas humans and the like yearned for merit or love in their coupling. You didn't quite grasp the way humans thought. Not yet. 

Well, save for flirting. You decided it was a sort of pre-courtship where nothing became serious and nothing was on the line, but frivolous touches and haughty words of praise ran rampant when those concerned crossed paths. 

Much like today.

(Much like the days before and after.)

You walked along the stone-paved path most mornings, lost in thoughts and mumbling to yourself bits and pieces of poems. Most were unfinished, but in their own time, verses would find one another and complete the incomplete. 

A groggy yawn hummed from the palace entrance. And moments later, Ryoumen Sukuna fell into step with you, grumbling and mumbling complaints about the nippy Spring morning while he tucked his arms away into his sleeves. 

He followed you, idly looking around the expansive space you'd helped curate and maintain when you weren't busying yourself with the girls or decorating clothing. The gardens weren't a mess before, not at all, but now they had a certain taste–trees and flowers were planted with specificity, stones were moved, paths reworked. You took the outside over completely. The king didn't mind. 

“Sukuna-sama,” you said, voice melting in kind with the morning frost. “I'll need to leave for a short while.” 

Sukuna quirked a brow and looked at you. You gazed upon the large, thick koi flashing their beautiful scales and ornate patterns of orange and white as they swam and followed you. Tch. How come even the fish were drawn to you? 

“And how do you think you'll accomplish that?” Sukuna tossed a rock into the koi pond, making the fish scatter. “Getting away from me isn't something you can do.”

You huffed and looked at him. “I understand. I simply seek your permission.” 

“Denied.”

“Ah.” You deadpanned. “Why?”

“You're mine; I decide where you go, how you breathe, if you eat. Or are you forgetting that?” 

You sighed and let your ears droop sadly with your tails. “Surely you jest.” 

“Are you laughing?”

You whined like a sad, sad street pup before cozying up to him, slipping your hands up his stomach and chest like you were supposed to. “Please?” 

“No.” 

You chittered and pressed your face against him, but didn't protest and complain much more. 

Sukuna’s thoughts whirled. The show was amusing, sure, but you didn't do anything without reason, especially when it had to do with breaking character and acting out like this out of–

Oh? 

Sukuna leaned down and sniffed you, searching for the intriguing coil of flowery citrus he nearly missed on the warming breeze. It was so, so faint, but decadent and alluring in a way that made the master of toxins cautious–most poisons tasted sweet, after all. 

You pulled your head back, shrinking down the slightest bit with your ears flattened against your skull. Your eyes, wide as a full moon, stared up at him, expectant. The touch of your hands on him never left, though.

“Brassavola nadosa.” Sukuna tilted his head. “You smell like it.” 

You blinked curiously, relaxing. “Is that so?” 

We don't have that orchid in the garden. Sukuna hummed and lifted a lock of your hair, catching another weak waft of the flower's faint scent. 

It's coming from him, then. Hm. 

“Tell me again why you want to leave the palace?” Sukuna asked on a hunch.

And that hunch doubled down when you fidgeted with the cloth of his haori and looked aside. 

“I wish to bear children," you admitted, shy and quiet. "To try, at the very least. Perhaps find a mate, too.” 

Children. You wanted children. After everything those sorcerers put you through for who knows how many years, you still wanted to mother a runt of your own. And you were willing to run off into the wild to, what, let some random man knock you up? Fill you with seed of unknown origin, unknown value, unknown potential?

Sukuna's ego flared. He leaned down to you, tilting your chin up to make you look him in the eyes regardless how small you felt in that moment. He deserved to witness you. You deserved to witness him. 

“You're not leaving,” he breathed, and he swore he could hear your heart break. “If you want a brat, you'll get a brat–only if you stay here 'n give up on those shitty thoughts of finding a sire out there.”

Your eyes scanned his face, tracing over serious lines and honest creases. Clearly, you searched for an answer–

“How?” 

–one that Sukuna didn’t have. Or maybe he did. Perhaps he just couldn't find the words for it. 

He scoffed and ruffled up your hair, unable to answer you. “You're not leaving. Not unless I say so.” 

The first time he let you go, he left scars. 

He found you in your chambers come early evening. Your tails swished and flicked as you sat amidst a nest of his robes and the missing linens from his chambers while you futzed over the embroidery of another haori, this time adorning the plain thing with the darkest scarlet one could find. Sukuna could already guess why. 

Your being burns as wildfires do. Lively. Emphatically. Devouring more and more so long as the earth lets you. Yet where you do not lay ruin, you grant warmth and light in a divine way. Wildfires are not such horrible things if one stays a respectable ways away. 

Your poetic nonsense irritated him to no end, but he fell enamored all the same; you spoke to honor him with every utterance of his name. You didn't try to kiss his feet nor did you bask him in compliments–you only spoke into existence that which hummed through your mind, unprovoked. It just so happened to be everything Sukuna liked to hear. 

So when he found you secluded away, beckoning so sweetly with intoxicating scents of citrus and gardenia, what choice did he have but to lay claim, to give you the brat you so sorely yearned for?  

You sensed him. Your gaze flicked to him, stoic and unmoved as ever, as the energy in the room built into suffocating silence, something like tectonic plates caught in deadlock, holding their disastrous energy, waiting for the right moment to devastate the world with a single, cataclysmic shift.

And of course, it was the impatient predator that moved first, setting a catastrophe into motion. 

The hours blurred together. 

Every minute of the chase was thrilling, invigorating, surprising–you were filled with tricks and traps, never slowing down for a second to think or doubt as the beast of a sorcerer pursued you through his palace, through the city below, and now into the looming forest in the mountains. 

Admittedly, he'd gotten carried away. He lost himself in the rush of it all, the adrenaline and pure, destructive desire pushed his self-control into unraveling just the slightest bit; honest attacks tore through space and time, hoping to maim and cripple you if they were to hit. And, honestly, the way you avoided his attempts to strike you down enthralled him as much as it enraged him–he was seconds away from unleashing his domain until a less-than-satisfying ripple of cursed energy tore across your thigh and put you down.

It was then, walking up to you, to his prey, that Sukuna remembered you weren't a sorcerer. Most would be able to stand and walk it off, maybe even heal with reverse technique, but you could only grasp at your weeping wound and grimace. Because you were not a sorcerer, you were a kitsune: a trickster, a creature full of mischief and void of cursed energy. 

Yokai. Not a human. Not a curse. Not like the rest of the boring souls wandering his earth. 

Sukuna pinned you the second you tried to make a break for it. Fangs and claws gnashed and tore into him while his hands strained to keep you down and rip those damn clothes free from your burning skin. 

Mating's never a pretty thing when it comes to nature. Humans like you made it something more.

Sukuna clasped a hand over your mouth and forced his weight onto you, ripping reedy yowls from your core as you twisted and turned, primal mind urging you to run, run, run, don't make this easy, make him prove his worth–

Rip.

Ribbons of what were once your robes fluttered to the ground, useless and unsalvageable. They were plain black, so unlike what you usually wore. You wouldn't miss them. 

“Make this as difficult as you want, pet,” Sukuna whispered as he loomed over you. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat when you stilled.  

“You know how this ends.” 

His pants were pulled down while another hand wiped slippery blood against your pliant entrance–and that was the only warning you got before he pushed into you. 

Where you should have screamed, you instead sighed. Your back arched off the ground like a work of art. Two hands gave up on holding you down in favour of gripping your waist and hips, pulling you closer to him, forcing you flush against his body. 

He noticed it then: a litany of old scars and discoloured marks shining against your skin. Marks left by those who did not deserve to taste such a delicacy. 

Unsightly.

Blood painted the grass. Cleaves and slashes ate away at those tainted scars, painting over the ugliness left hidden for too long–now, his marks would decorate you. Now, those hidden scars would mean something. They’d mean everything. 

Yet Sukuna's selfish maiming wasn't fitting the bill, and your antsy-ness was proof of it. You tried for the last time to pull from him, but his grip tightened around your throat. You gazed at him, then, eyes so wide and hungry, eager to fight or fuck–whichever came first. 

He braced over you and nearly winced as he dragged out of your suffocating heat. A sharp snap back inside loosened you, the glide of blood and slick aiding him. 

“I'll take you the way you need it,” he drawled as he built the pace quickly, already feeling his own obsession and excitement reverberating through his body, filling every fibre of muscle with electricity.

“Then,” he growled, leaning closer to your face. “I'll fuck you the way you want it.”

“More,” you sighed, digging your nails into the pillow you had your face buried in while the beast fucked you from behind. Sukuna groaned in compliance and lanced into your guts deeper, harder, faster than before–you were the only one that could handle the brutal way he let loose, and he was more than willing to indulge in that privilege. 

The hands all over you rose to the occasion, too; one had your tails fisted in his ruthless grasp, rudely holding you still and pulling you back against his hips; another rested on the curve of your ass, only moving to give a sharp slap or to knead your soft, perfect skin; the last two held your hips in a crushing force, his calloused fingers digging into your plush sides and sharp hip bones like you might disappear at any second. 

A sharp, sweet whine signaled the beginning of the end, as did the restless fidgeting and shifting in the king's grasp. Seeing you, a poised, powerful, mischievous being, come undone beneath him came to be one of Sukuna’s favourite sights, especially knowing it could only be because of him--only him. 

He leaned over you, his heavy chest pressing into your back as one hand released your waist in favour of fisting in your hair and tugging your head back and out of the futon you so desperately clung to. 

“Ah-ah,” he scolded breathily. “No hiding.” It was a familiar sentiment, one he had no problem reminding you of now and again. You had a horrible habit of trying to vanish when overwhelmed, after all. 

“Terrible beast,” you snapped back, scoffing indignantly when the deep bassy laugh of the man rolled through your body. “Horrible.” 

“You love it,” Sukuna growled back, grinning through every word. 

Something about it clearly struck a chord with you, judging by how fast you choked on your voice and came undone, legs trembling and body tightening around the too-big intrusion. The king groaned and bit at your neck, licking whatever blood beaded at the surface in between rushed, hushed words of praise for you and your efforts–most, if they heard the things he said, would call it out of character for the beast. Most didn't get to see beyond his raw power and crippling cruelty, however. 

Sukuna grunted and spilled inside you, pulling you back by your hair, hips and tail to ensure he forced every bit of his offerings deep into your core. Your body rocked and twitched against his, accepting all he had to offer you at the end of yet another coupling, before he let go of your locks and let you collapse face-first into the futon. 

He pulled out slowly, watching as every inch slipped from your abused hole before popping free and uncorking a dribble of whiteness from inside. He tutted and scooped it up with two fingers before stuffing it back in. 

“Oi, oi, are you even trying to keep it in?” He teased, smirking as you huffed. 

“You've exhausted me. I have no energy to attempt the impossible,” you lamented, nuzzling your nose further into the soft sheets smelling of cedar and fresh blooms–something so uniquely Sukuna. 

Your king sighed and gave your ass a firm few pats. “Guess I'll have to spoil you even more.” He settled onto his back and easily pulled you onto him, yanking you up to straddle his waist right where that second mouth laid open and eager to taste you. 

“This is uncouth,” you sighed. But you rocked back against the thick, heavy tongue pressing into your pliant heat, licking deep into you with a mind and hunger of its own. 

“Seems couth enough for you,” he commented, watching you ride his centre with rapt attention. “Little harlot's getting off on this, hey? Such a needy little brat.” 

His hands smoothed up and down your legs and sides as you shamelessly chased a second high. Your hands clasped over his as he took you into his hand and stroked you back to ample stiffness, the soreness of too many rounds of fucking making you far too sensitive to touch. 

“S-Sukuna-sama,” you stammered. “I can't–”

Sukuna's head tilted with a pleased smirk. “Ho? I thought you wanted to bear children? Are my offerings not enough for you?” 

You scrunched your face up into something of a prissy glare, but the shine clinging to your lashes and the shuddering of your body against his betrayed your crumbling demeanor. Of course, he was impressed with how his fox was fairing considering everything he put you through. 

He maneuvered you onto your back, grinning as you growled and weakly struggled against him. You looked perfect–stomach swollen, hair fanned out behind you, eyes teary but unable to tear away from the creature that’d tormented you for hours upon hours with no desire to give you a break. 

“Greedy god,” Sukuna lamented. One hand came to rest on your bruised neck again, fitting around so perfectly. “Nothing’s ever fucking good enough for you.” 

“You are.” 

That gave Sukuna pause. He stared down at you, all eyes looking over you with rapt attention as he tried to think. Tried to understand. Tried to parse those words and uncover what exactly you tried to convey. 

But it didn't click. 

“Tch. You're lucky I'm a generous god,” he scolded, releasing you from your torment in favour of collapsing down beside you for some much-needed rest. Not only did your beautiful body wear him out (not that he'd admit it), but your whimsical words wore his sanity thin. The worst part was you didn't even intend to damage him so. 

“I am truly honoured to merely be in your presence,” Your voice, light and dreamy as petals fluttering, laughed, and Sukuna's soul did something odd. 

He stared at the ceiling as you shuffled beside him, quickly returning to his side, donned in one of his haori and determined to make a comfortable nest of blankets and clothes around you both for the rest of the night–ah, morning? Huh. What an ordeal. 

You curled up next to him, shoving your back firmly against his side the way you often did when resting as a fox, and Sukuna huffed. 

“Turn to me,” he commanded, and you obeyed. 

He, too, turned to face you to envelope your lithe form with invincible arms and divine protection. Your soft purrs rolled through him, settling his wild spirit into a lazy tempo of an early morning stroll through a garden filled with one sort of white orchid: 

Brassavola nadosa. “Lady of the Night.” Your calling card. Your divine essence.

"Brassavola nodosa (Lady of the Night) is a medium-sized epiphytic or lithophytic orchid species boasting extremely fragrant flowers throughout the year. The blossoms, 4 in. across (10 cm), emit a citrus fragrance at night. Each flower features long, slender, pale green or creamy-white sepals and petals and a large, heart-shaped lip sometimes adorned with purple or dark red spotting." - gardenia.net

[starboye]

starring: tom holland x male reader

request: Verse Frat boy tom holland??? I know he would love getting his back blown out after winning a game, Or getting a tongue bath

warnings: smut, overstimulation, cursing, rough sex

directors note: i wrote this story while completely naked

tom had just won his fifth football game in a row, he cheered with his team at the victory as you watched from the stands soon making your way down to the locker rooms where you saw the team jumping and hollering by, you grab toms hand and drag him into you kissing him deeply "good job on the win" you smirk pulling from the kiss "thanks" tom says huffing from the copious amount of running and tackling he just did.

"wanna maybe get out of here" you say rubbing your bulge against his inner thigh "well i'd have to change out of this first" he says signalling to his football outfit "who says you have to do that" you say before grabbing his hand and taking him to the janitor closet, bringing him into the closet you start making out with him as you strip his gear off him leaving him completely nude.

"fuck you look amazing" you say kissing his neck and moving your hands to spread his ass apart and prod your finger at his hole, tom moaning into your chest as you do so. you spin him around and press him onto the wall, pulling your cock out of your pants and dropping some spit onto it before fucking it into toms hole.

"fuckkk" you moan slamming your hips into his ass, covering his mouth with your hand to muffle his overwhelming loud sounds that made you go harder and harder "yeah take that cock you love so much" you say shoving your fingers into his mouth you muffle his moans you love hearing so much.

"just imagine what your teammates would think if they saw you getting your back blown out by your boyfriend" you taunt him with a slap to the ass to add to his horny feelings even more, you didn't even have to fuck him anymore, he was thrusting his ass back onto you, wanting more of that cock that makes him go crazy.

"more" he begged you as his hole clenched around you to the point he milked you of an orgasm then another one, still throwing his ass back on you wanting to be nice and big with your cum like a little jizz slut he is.

"calm down baby i don't got much more left in me" you try to stop him but toms's just to determined to milk you, holding your hands over his head to keep you from pushing him off, and you just couldn't pull out of his little grippy ass so easily as he was sucking you back in every time you pulled back.

so you just let it happen, letting him use you as a cum fountain until you were both to tired to move and weak in the knees, deciding it's a better idea to stick it out in the janitor closet until morning, his teammates wondering how he got here so early for practice "oh just got an early morning" he lies.

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[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L Lawliet x Reader pt. 19: the Billionaire and the Prostitute

New chapter! A bit of a warning for bondage, and the precursor to angst at the end 🫠 this one's also pretty short, mostly smut lol

L's been acting odd recently.

Well, more so than usual.

He hasn't called you for sex, and that was normal, but the things he asked you about during your usual cuddling sessions were...weird. what other word was there to use?

"Your past clients, did they...satisfy you?"

"Have you ever been filmed having sex? Was it enjoyable?"

"Do you own any personal toys?"

You always answered, but the quality of your answers were clearly undesirable to him.

"Depended on the client."

"Why? lookin' for a copy?"

"What does it matter to you? Even if I did, it doesn't change whether or not I see you."

you guessed he was curious, but now was a weird time to have a sudden interest. He wasn't the type to avoid asking out of politeness, so he hadn't thought about these things before. What set him on this rampage of personal questions?

Unbeknownst to you, L was doing what L does best: collect data, and organize it. If he was going to attempt to satisfy you, he was going to do it right. His questions were invasive, but they didn't lack in nuance. Each question had it's own plethora of opportunities to get any sort of hint as to what you liked best.

Surely you, a woman well-versed in sex and it's many facets, had your preferences.

So far, he's contacted several of your past clients to ask about the things they did, the things you've refused. As he expected, they were reluctant to answer, as many people are when it comes to the topic of sex, so they needed some coaxing. He told them he worked with you, to survey their experiences for improvement. The fact it actually worked was a surprise by itself.

So far the data shows mentions of BDSM, particularly bondage, have a high rate of reaction, including the flushing of your face, the twiddling of your thumbs, and occasionally the response of, "what the hell are you talking about?"

Your ex-clients weren't much help, they couldn't discern an orgasm from cheap theatrics. He's glad you never tried to fake one with him, it'd only turn him off to have you ooh and ahh while your eyes crossed.

Still, his research and memories of your drunken spree combined came back with a promising plan to give you a truly pleasurable experience.

He would start slow, see if this night worked out, and repeat the experiment with higher stakes if successful.

"Yeah?"

"Hello, (Y/n). I'd like to have sex tomorrow night."

"alright, what time?"

"Seven."

"Kay. See you tomorrow."

Step one, complete.

the wait is the worst part. He has nothing to do now that his case is closed. He takes out a puzzle, tries to busy himself, but all he can think about is what he wants to do to you, with you.

How will you react? Will this work? Will your feelings for him change?

He frowns, and clicks the final piece into place. He needed a new one.

7 finally rolled around, and the first thing you see as you enter his new hotel is the table, piled high with puzzles. He's working on a solid black one, but he turns to face you the moment you walk in, his eyes trained on yours.

"It's weird seeing you without your computer."

He snaps another piece in place. "My work in america is over. Have a seat."

You plop down beside him, and rest your arms on the back of the couch. "Have you ever been to America?"

"Twice. How are the cats?"

"Cute. It's hard to find a consistent sitter though, until they get big enough to be left alone."

"I can imagine."

"...so, sex. The usual stuff?"

"Actually...I'd like to try something new, if that's alright with you."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Bondage."

Your face is placid, but your fingers twitch. "Oh? What about it?"

"I want to tie your wrists to the bed."

Straightforward as always. "Welp, who am I to say no? Let's get to it."

So, here you are. Naked and tied to the bars of the headboard with a silk scarf. He was gentle with you as he tied it, purposefully picking something that wouldn't dig into your wrists. It was quiet while he worked, eyes trained on your hands as you stretched your fingers, unstretched them, fidgeting. It was secure, it didn't budge as you yanked on the bars to test the strength.

When he was done, the hand that tightened the last knot glided down your arm, down your side, until it reached your hip. He stared at you for a second, on his knees, silent and expressionless as he took in the image.

It was weird, to be so open. To have your everything stretched and exposed. It was as if he could reach into the space between your expanded ribs and dig out your heart, as if he could eat it whole and settle himself in the empty cavern that was left.

Something about being so exposed...it thrilled you, for some reason. Your heartbeat quickened. You almost yanked on your binds to cover yourself, to push him over and distract him.

But you didn't have the option. You were left to his whims.

His whims involved looking at you like he saw every crevice of your brain, like he could pull a tab on the side of your skull, and have every thought read to him at his leisure.

"Getting nervous," you ask.

"No...no, I don't think I've been any less nervous than I am now," he murmurs.

You swallow.

"Are you nervous?" He begins to lift his shirt over his head, the criss-cross of blue veins that littered his sides twitching beneath his pale skin. He looked nearly translucent. You bet if you tried hard enough, you could see his organs beneath the outline of his ribs.

"I think out of the two of us, the prostitute would be more comfortable."

He tosses the garment to the side, and begins to unbutton his pants. "Yes, you would think that, wouldn't you?"

You roll your eyes. "You think you know everything," you taunt.

"No. I know quite a lot about a few, meaningful things," he argues, kicking off his pants.

"Like what?"

"Like my work." His boxers follow.

"Your work is the kind of thing you need to know everything for."

He slides a palm down your stomach. "Like finances," he continues, ignoring you.

you watch as he thumbs at the connection between the fat of your thigh, and the dip of your hip.

"And I know about you. That's what qualifies me to speak on what you are and aren't nervous about."

"Are you going to spend all night talking?"

He leans down, straddling your thighs with his calves, and presses a ginger kiss to the crook of your neck. "Perhaps I will."

You tilt your head away from him, and he takes the opportunity to kiss higher, beneath your ear. His hips settle against yours, angling to enter. Just as his tip presses inside, he rests his cheek against yours.

"It always surprises me, how wet you are..."

you blink, your face immediately heating. "L, what are you-"

"Warm, too...I don't forget much, and yet each time feels like the first with you, doesn't it?"

You instinctively jerk, your hands moving to smack him, or flip him over and shut him up...but you can't avoid this, not like that. So instead, to your surprise most of all, you moan.

"You really do like when I talk to you," he murmurs, his hips rocking slow and steady, each pump done with purpose and undeserved skill.

What amazed you every time was how this...freak was such a natural. God, but he was a nice freak, wasn't he? He was tender. Tender as he kissed your collarbone, tender as he caressed your thigh. Tender as his big, owl eyes flicked up to meet yours with infatuation you couldn't avoid.

These knots, these words, they made you face your worst fear: intimacy. To be unguarded, bare, at his mercy. It embarrassed you. It turned you on.

"You're twitching," he mumbles, driving into you with a particularly deep thrust, just to keep your attention. "I've noticed that- you twitch when I look at you." He sits up on his elbows and brings his lips to yours, tongue lashing against tongue, eyes never closing. As soon as he pulls back, he's on you again, sucking at your neck. "Twitch for me more..."

You shudder, your own hips lurching to be joined with his. What was he doing to you?

"What is it like, to be so submissive?"

Finally, something you can respond to. "You tell me," you huff.

He nips your shoulder. "You're the only person I've felt any sort of submission toward."

Well, shit. You weren't expecting him to admit it.

"I'm new, to submitting." He begins to grow in speed, sliding in and out with ease only granted by the slick of your cunt.

"Perhaps, at another time, you can teach me how to do it properly. You're good at it."

"Why not now," you manage to stammer out, filth strewn between the words in the form of ugly whines and needy pants.

"You seem -haah- busy." He lifts your leg, tossing it over his shoulder to reach a new angle.

"Oh, L..."

"Would you like that? I'd allow you. To tie me up next time, I mean. "

"Fuck!"

His nose settles against your temple so his mouth can rest against your ear. "You're beautiful when you let me appreciate you...however, I'm biased because... to me, you're beautiful all of the time."

"Oh...God...so-" you buckle beneath him, back arching- "Cheesy!!!"

He smiles, sniffing in almost-laugter. You couldn't help but get the last word in.

He keeps going, in and out, over and over, tip slamming against your cervix, guiding you through your climax. He only stops when your thrashing ends, and your howling subsides. An absolute animal, every time you came. He loved that about you. He loved to see you undone beneath him, heaving.

He wasn't done.

He slips out, and trails his lips down your chest.

"L..." you sigh.

"Would you like me to untie you?" He keeps moving down, over your belly, never once looking away from your sweet face.

"What are you doing," you mumble, avoiding his question.

He pets down your thigh. "I could leave you like this," he murmurs. He would avoid your question, too.

"That what you get off on? Leaving me high and dry?"

He kisses your clit as if it were your mouth, slow and wet and hungry. "You know what I get off on by now," he sighs, mouth pressed against you.

Your hips jerk. You want to put your hand in his hair, hold him down, but with your hands occupied, you have to sit still and watch. You have to trust.

"You're the only thing I've eaten without sugar," he hums, licking at your entrance. He could taste himself there. He's tasted it before, out of curiosity. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but he didn't know how you managed to swallow it down like it was ambrosia. Tea was much nicer.

Still, he slips his tongue inside of you, tasting, feeling, exploring it's second home.

"Mn...L...oh..."

He doesn't spend long inside of you, he'd much rather focus on the pulsing, aching clit that begged to be teased. He would devote himself to pleasing you, devote himself to making you crave him as much as he craved you.

"Shit...!"

His hands hold your hips, keeping you pressed to the mattress. "I wouldn't leave you..." he concludes, muffled by your folds. "Not if the world was ending around us."

"Shut up!"

He does, for a moment, just to swirl and flick, suck and lap. You struggle against your binds, he almost worries you'll break free, until another cry of passion leaves you, and the worst of your writhing ends.

Fluid floods from you, and he does his best to drink it up. This was worth swallowing. This was nicer than tea.

He inches back up, satisfied to see the dazed glimmer in your eyes. When he leans in to kiss you, he finds no resistance. "Are you alright?"

"Mhm...did you even cum?"

He kisses your jaw. "I'd like the opportunity to, if that's what you'd like as well."

"That's embarrassing."

"If I were your client, it would be. But I'm your..." lover. How badly he wants to call you his lover. "Friend."

You smile, and tilt your head up to look at the black silk.

"Ready to untie me?"

"Yes...May I flip you over?"

You laugh. "Whatever."

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What time was it?

You needed water.

Your head felt all tingly.

Your legs too.

Did you pee after? You should have. You probably did.

What time was it?

"L...?"

He's pressed to your back, calves first.

You twist to face him. He's sound asleep. Best not to wake him, he barely sleeps as it is.

You shift. You can feel every muscle as it's being used. He has to slow down with the new positions, you need a break...

Slowly, you stand, and stumble around to find your clothes.

It doesn't take long, you're almost out the door.

You pause for a moment.

He usually wakes up by now. "Goodbye, (Y/n). I love you."

He must've really tired himself out.

"Bye, L."

You make your way out, and just as you realize L needs to make the call for Watari to drive you, the man of the hour shows up at the entrance of the hotel.

"Oh, hey Watari. It's late, are you always up like this?"

"Hello, Miss (Y/n). I've been preparing for your leave in advance, lately."

"Thanks...what time is it?"

"3:32."

"Wow, yeah, it is late...y'know, I could drive myself to these...meetings. I don't like inconveniencing you."

"L prefers I take you. Your safety is a top priority of his."

You give a polite smile, tight-lipped. It's always awkward to talk to Watari, you've never really had a true conversation with him.

"...you must be sick of seeing me," you titter, heading for the door. He takes the lead, a few steps ahead of you. You swear you can see a small smile beneath that broom mustache.

"You bring L great happiness. He hasn't been happy in quite some time."

Great. No pressure.

You're silent for the drive home, besides a nervous thank you at the end. You open your mailbox, flip through the items you never checked yesterday.

Magazines, junk mail, ads for hedge-trimming...

You stop. Dad's handwriting.

You can feel the blood leave your face. You're slow as you slice the letter open with your nail, as you unfold the parchment, as you read through your father's stilted and impersonal syntax.

oh.

Mom's dead.

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The Therapy of Gravity (and Giggles)

So I've been struck with an ingenious idea as I tend to do (so modest, I know lol). Since this fic is going to be pretty long and I've gotten about 6k words so far (with A LOT more to write still) I'm going to post it in installments as I get it written. 😁

This first part will be around 2.5k words. I will then add when an update has been made at the top of this post as well as make a new post on my blog alerting to it. Could be fun, right? Get your imaginations going on what the next installment will contain. 😋

UPDATE 6/20/25 with Part 2 (2.9k words)!!!

Thanks again to @fukyohero-0u0 for the idea for this fic!

WARNINGS: There will be restraints used as well as some foot-focused tickling so if that's not for you then you may want to pass on this one. I'd still say it's on the line with all my other fics of Wade just being Wade though. Nothing sexual except for Wade's usual inappropriate comments. I mean, if you can handle watching "Deadpool and Wolverine" in the first place then I think you can handle my fics unscathed. lol

So anyways, enjoy what I've got here so far and hope you'll look forward to the next part! 😁 I'll leak some more out once I get more written.

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

Word Count: TBD (Currently 5,438)

"What the fuck is that thing?" Logan asked in stunned astonishment as Wade presented him with the "big surprise" that he had been ranting about to him for the past couple of days.

"That, my fine feral friend, is an inversion table. Totally all the rage these days. What do you think, huh? Can you believe someone just threw this thing out on the curb? One man's trash, amirite?"

Logan frowned skeptically as he continued to look it over, scratching at the back of his head.

"I can't say I really blame 'em for throwin' it out. It looks like some kinda weird torture device."

Wade gasped, laughing in surprised mock-horror.

"Whahahaat?! Noooo. No, of course it's not, don't be silly."

"Well why does it have those extra braces all welded onto it? Like they were afraid they were gonna break it or something," Logan pointed out the crudely welded together supports, though Wade was ready with a simple explanation.

"Oh that? I actually did that myself. I wanted to increase the weight capacity of it since you're, what? Three....Four-hundred pounds, right? Wouldn't want my little honey badger to get hurt now if I have anything to do with it."

Logan seemed satisfied with that answer, but he still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling he had about it.

"So....what's it supposed to do?"

"Lots of things! It improves your blood flow for one, which is going to help tremendously with your mood. And hanging upside down by your feet is going to allow your old, creaky bones, particularly your back, to decompress. You're going to feel that tension release so fast you're going to wish you had gotten one of these sooner. On top of that you can even use it for some light calisthenics. Gotta keep those smoking hot abs of yours looking good for the big screen," Wade teasingly slapped him on the stomach, "Now why don't you hop on there and give it a test run."

Logan's eyes scanned over the piece of equipment again while he considered everything and came to a decision.

"Look, I appreciate you going through all the trouble but think I'm gonna pass."

"Hold on now, take another minute to think about it. I promise this will be an unforgettable, life-changing experience for you. And also remember what Laura said, you need to be open to trying new things even if they seem weird or scary to you."

Logan was silent again as Wade's words played over in his mind. Laura had said that, and he really didn't want her to be disappointed in him, especially when it came to trying things that could potentially improve his well-being.

"Alright. If you think it's gonna help."

"I know it is! It's got the Wade Wilson stamp of guarantee! Now let's get you all set-up on here and I'll guide you through it. Put your feet here with your back against the table."

The older man still looked unsure as he stepped into position while Wade kneeled down to adjust and secure the ankle cuffs on him.

"Voila! That's all there is to it. Easy, right? Now we're gonna tilt you back here....," Wade stepped to the side as he began guiding the table slowly into its inverted position until Logan's body was at about a 60-degree angle off of the floor.

Logan hung there quietly for a few moments before glancing up at Wade.

"Now what?"

"Now you just relax and let gravity work its magic on decompressing your body. You should be feeling it soon. Tell me when you do," he instructed excitedly as Logan nodded, giving it another minute before it all started to happen just as Wade had said.

"Yeah.....I think I'm starting to feel it," his wary mind began to relax more as his bones felt like they were indeed slowly pulling away from each other.

"Excellent. Now to increase the effects let me help you stretch your arms out more. I promise it will be worth it," Wade again got down on the floor as he gently grasped Logan's wrists, receiving a nod of approval.

"Now trust Dr. Wade here. We're going to do some breathing exercises at the same time, k? So close your eyes and breathe in deep....."

Logan tried to calm his body even more once he closed his eyes and began breathing exactly as Wade directed him.

"Good good. Now a few more....In.....And out.....Iiiiiiin.......Hold that last one....."

Logan hated to admit it, but Wade had been right, and this was actually turning out to be a pretty soothing experience for him. His body felt much looser, and it was like a weight had been lifted off of his mind.

He could feel his eyes rolling back into the depths of his head as relaxation completely overwhelmed his body and brain. Once this was all over, he was really going to have to think of a way to thank Wade for putting his doubts aside and proving to him that this was one of his best ideas that he'd ever....

"And exhale," Wade finished as Logan suddenly felt two fast clicks snap against his wrists. All the suspicions he had fought off about Wade's intentions instantly returned as his eyes shot open to find he was now handcuffed to the base of the table.

Panic and anger were his first reactions as he let out a fierce growl and started jerking roughly at the handcuffs that were preventing him from bringing his arms back down.

"What the.....Wade! What the fuck is this?!" 

"Ah, well those there are adamantium handcuffs. Also all the rage these days."

"No, fuckhead! I mean what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Not to worry. It's all part of the plan," Wade reassured as he got to work wrapping a similar chain around Logan's ankles, "There we go. Now you won't slip out."

"I should have known you were up to something! I felt it in my gut and ignored my instincts!"

Wade simply laughed and flopped down onto the floor in front of him to be at his sight level.

"Save the dramatic performance for "Deadpool and Wolverine 2", Hughie. Besides you won't need acting skills for the next part of this."

Feelings of murderous intent immediately flooded Logan's thoughts.

"You're gonna regret this. Once I cut my way outta here I'm gonna wring your fuckin' neck until your eyeballs pop outta your damn head!" Logan went to release his claws and was shocked to find that they wouldn't come out after multiple attempts as he stared at his fists in confusion, "The fuck is......What did you do to me?!"

"Calm down calm down. It's only temporary. You see those aren't just your average, run-of-the-mill adamantium cuffs. No, those have built-in extraterrestrial magnets that keep metal in a state of suspension. I swiped them from Stark's place as a souvenir after they declined to let me be an Avenger. Think they intended to use them to subdue you if you ever went rogue....well, this universe's Logan at least. So good thing I snagged them first, huh?"

Logan groaned in displeasure and let his head fall back.

"Great. So with all of your other mental disorders and weird habits we can add kleptomaniac to that list."

"All undiagnosed, mind you," Wade chuckled as he stood in front and slowly surveyed over the predicament that he had put his roommate into.

"Not gonna lie Peanut, you look pretty hot all strung up like that," Wade intentionally mused aloud, triggering Logan's anger to flare up.

"Fuck you, Wilson! Get me outta this! NOW!! What're you tryin' to do here anyways?!"

"So glad you asked Wolvie. See I know you've been working on a lot of meditation and trying to figure out ways to relieve the stresses in your mind and I think I've got just the thing that's going to do all of that for you," he smiled excitedly as Logan stared suspiciously back at him with a brow raised.

"What kind of good could you be up to that involves chainin' me up like this?!"

"All will be explained in due time. First things first, there's a small matter of getting an answer to a question which funnily enough just occurred to me that I don't know about you," Wade laughed as he knelt on the floor in front of Logan while the other man glared dangerously at him.

"Well get on with it. The sooner we get this over with the sooner you can let me the fuck out of this," Logan growled, watching Wade's smile widen eerily.

"Now that's not the attitude you want, my heavy metal friend. I'm gonna need you to have an open mind and trust the process here, okay? Now tell me because I've been dying to know.......Is the Wolverine at all....," he reached over and deftly poked Logan in the ribs, "Ticklish?"

Logan luckily was highly on guard to whatever crazy shit Wade could be up to and managed to hold back any reaction to the jab on his side. He was a master at keeping his emotions extremely well masked, though currently inside his mind he was experiencing a rare bout of panic.

Because yes dammit, he was ticklish. Terribly so. Heightened senses came at a price with the drawback being that he could feel everything from the caress of the wind to every major injury he had ever sustained. 

At some point in his life he had discovered, to his embarrassment, that he was very susceptible to being tickled. Past lovers, his friends and teammates of the X-men, they all had figured it out eventually and were always delighted to have a way to get a smile or laugh out of him, which he had decided wasn't all that bad.

He had resigned himself to the fact that eventually Wade would figure it out too, but this wasn't the way he had expected it to go. Even though he'd been tickled many times to the point of begging for mercy he had always been able to somewhat guard his ticklish areas and at least have a fighting chance to get away.

Being completely restrained with his whole body vulnerable and not able to even have any kind of defense was a frightening thought for him, and he was going to try everything he could think of to get out of it.

"Ticklish?! That's what this shit is all about?! Of course I'm not, you fucking moron! What has to be going on in your idiotic head that would even make you think of something so stupid?!"

Logan was confident that if he remained aggressive and adamant that Wade would take his word and abandon this whole idea, but what he didn't know was that he hadn't hid his reaction as well as he had thought. 

Wade had been observing his face very very closely when he gave that initial rib poke and unfortunately for Logan his eyes had given him away as his nerves responded with a brief dilation of his pupils. It was quick, but it didn't escape Wade's observations.

Another thing was, he wasn't being entirely truthful. He knew Logan was at least a little ticklish and had known for a while. And that knowledge was all thanks to Logan's recently acquired counterpart, Laura.

After bringing her back from the Void she had naturally wanted to be around Logan more with him being the closest thing she had to family and of course reminding her of the Logan she had known before.

It was as if she was trying to prove to herself that this Logan was very real and was always touching him and making some kind of physical contact with him. And Logan had welcomed these touches, having gone so long without them where before he'd taken it all for granted.

Unbeknownst to them Wade had observed them one day that Laura had come over to the apartment while they were sitting on the couch, waiting for Wade to return with some drinks. Their conversation had started off with the mundane though that quickly turned into mild banter, resulting in Laura reaching over to squeeze Logan's side.

"AhHAhaHey! Stop thahahat," he laughed and jumped a mile high before grabbing her hand to playfully glare at the smirking young woman.

"You always been so ticklish?" She smiled proudly, happy to have gotten such a natural reaction from him as he tended to still be a bit stiff at times.

"People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, kid. You've pretty much got my dna, remember?" He quipped back with a gentle poke to her ribs, making her grin and scoot away.

"Sure. But I'm not trapped living in a place with someone like Wade. Does he know?"

"No, and don't you dare fucking tell him."

The look of worry on Logan's face made Laura giggle.

"I won't. But you know he's going to figure it out sooner or later."

"Yeah, but I'll try my damndest to make sure that he never does. I don't know if my sanity can take it," he sighed, finishing off the beer in his hand while Laura patted him on the back.

"You know he means well. Besides, it's not like he's going to tie you up and tickle you to death like in a cartoon or anything."

"I wouldn't put it past him, but you're probably right. He can't be that crazy."

Unfortunately, Wade was that crazy. He had been planning this for weeks now and knew that getting Logan restrained would be the safest way to explore this new discovery.

But he wanted to ride this out and knew how satisfying it would be to make Logan admit his little weakness to him, so he'd play ignorant for now.

"While your bravado is cute and all I feel like you may be holding back on me. Maybe another test is needed to really confirm, hm? Unless there's something you'd like to tell me," he waited a moment but Logan's face revealed nothing with his mind transformed into full lock-down guard mode.

"Eat shit and die," Logan's lips pulled back into a snarl, feeling the last of his hope smash to pieces when Wade only threw his head back in amused laughter.

"Oh Peanut, who told you I was into that? Have you been snooping in my browser history, you naughty boy? You know what, I actually was counting on you being your usual defensive self and not admitting anything. Do you know how satisfying it's going to be to get that first giggle out of you?"

"What's gonna be satisfying is when I get outta here I'm gonna slice your ass in two. That's a fucking promise," Logan knew he was beyond fucked, but Wade hadn't broken his will yet.

"Now do you mean literally, or is that some kind of innuendo? Because frankly I'm down for it either way. But don't try to distract me with your kinky proposals, we've got to get back on track here."

Wade scooted in closer and reached for Logan's sides.

PART 2 STARTS HERE!!

"Now let's see if this can get me some more straight answers..."

With that he eagerly began to gently spider his fingers along Logan's stretched out ribs. The curious digits slid over every bone and lightly prodded between them into the empty spaces, not missing a spot from where they met at his sternum all the way around towards his backside.

Logan immediately shut his eyes and tried to disconnect his mind from his body. The tickling was very light, which wasn't enough to make him succumb, but he also was not at all hiding the fact that it was getting to him.

His cheeks puffed slightly as he attempted to maintain his breathing and endure, especially once the fingers stiffened to start giving quick pokes and prods into his ribs at random. An overbearing wave of nervousness began to wash over him, knowing that with Wade behind the wheel that it all was going to get so much worse than this.

Logan kept his jaw clenched and aside from a few grunts he managed to contain all of the noises threatening to burst out of him, though he couldn't stop his torso from writhing as he tried to get relief from the devilish fingers. Still Wade was beyond pleased.

"Ooooh you're a squirmy one, aren't you? We need to get you to relax and share your laughter with me, but I get the feeling that you won't be able to hold it in forever," Wade smirked as he finally removed his hands after a torturous seventeen seconds that felt like hours to the trapped man.

Logan could feel the sweat on his brow and released the breath he had been holding, regaining his bearings before he looked up at Wade in total bewilderment.

"Wh-Why are you doing this?"

Wade cocked his head at the almost puppy dog-eyed look that Logan was currently displaying as he attempted to soothe his mind.

"I promise you my aim with this is far from nefarious. It's actually pretty simple, honey badger. The bottom line is, you need to laugh more and your best buddy in the whole wide world is more than ready to assist with that. A good dose of tickling is just what the doctor ordered."

"For the hundredth time, I told you I'm not...," he halted his line of bullshit from the clearly unconvinced look that Wade was giving him, dropping his head back and groaning in defeat, "Fuck....Okay....Fine. Fucking fine. Yes, I am a little ticklish, okay? Happy? Can we just forget this whole crazy scheme of yours now and let me go?"

"Doesn't that feel better to get off your chest? It's nothing to be ashamed about. However, while I appreciate your honesty, I'm afraid that doesn't completely address the issue here. Nope, we're not leaving this spot until we get you laughing so much that you can't possibly laugh anymore. I promise you'll be thanking me when this is all over," Wade grinned and patted Logan's cheek.

"For fucks sake Wade, ya can't just tie someone up and tickle them at your twisted whims!"

"Au contraire! This isn't about me. Laughter is the best medicine there is! It's totally proven to increase your release of endorphins and lower your stress hormone levels."

"I don't know, Wade, I'm feelin' a little fuckin' stressed out right now," Logan growled as he eyed the handcuffs that currently held him prisoner, "If you don't release me right now, I swear I'm gonna yell so loud it's gonna wake up Althea and she's gonna come out here and beat the shit out of you again."

"Mmmm, yeah about that....I don't think she's even going to be aware," Wade grinned as he pulled a bottle of pills from out of his pocket and jiggled the container in Logan's face.

"You- You drugged her?!?!" Logan asked with horror overtaking his expression.

"What?" Wade then glanced at what he had in his hand before throwing it over his shoulder, "Whoops, wrong pocket."

He dug around in his pants for another few moments before retrieving a ticket stub for a bus ride downtown which he then presented to Logan.

"There. See that? She wanted to go see a friend on the other side of the city so me being the kind, considerate, guy that I am I offered to pay her bus fare. So she gets total undisturbed peace and quiet away from us and you and I get some quality alone time. Everyone wins! Yaaay!"

Logan groaned at seeing his last hope at being rescued from this madness slip away.

"I really fuckin' hate you, ya know that?"

"I'm sensing a bit of tension between us. You know what will fix that? Getting you laughing those motor-boat worthy titties of yours off," Wade smiled with a poke to Logan's chest, receiving an annoyed growl in response.

"Over my dead body, ya depraved fuck. So just let me go. You're not gettin' anything outta me."

"Oh, I don't think you are going to have much choice in the matter. And besides, you practically forced my hand into this since you don't laugh much at my jokes, which meant that other options had to be considered. Trust me, you're going to feel so much better when this is all said and done."

"It's not my fault that I don't have the mental capacity of a child! Only a five-year-old would find you even mildly funny!"

"Exactly," Wade tapped him on the nose before standing up, "Which is why if I can't tickle your funny bones verbally then I guess I'll just have to do it physically."

A shiver ran along Logan's spine at the unnerving grin that Wade had on his face as the other man walked over to retrieve a small step stool that was leaning against the wall before moving with it behind the table to where Logan couldn't see him.

"I'll make you a deal, asshole. You let me out of this right now and I promise I won't gut your stupid ass and string your intestines around the room like fucking Christmas tinsel."

"Ooooh now that's quite a tempting offer. But you should know better than to threaten me with a good time, sweet cheeks."

Logan could hear the stool being unfolded and then the steps creaking as Wade climbed up them so that now he was positioned over where Logan's feet were trapped.

"Now we're going to be here for a while so let's start off on getting you a little more comfortable..." 

It was more than easy for Wade to quickly pull off the house slippers that Logan had on his feet as he tossed them without a care over his shoulder.

"There we are. Niiice and comfy."

Logan's head immediately jerked up with eyes bulging as dread piled onto him from what he knew was about to happen.

"Wade, what are you doing?! Get the fuck away from my feet!"

"I'm just trying to help you out here, buddy. So let's get rid of these socks too so that your feet can breathe better," Wade was feeling especially evil and in order to increase Logan's anticipation he took his time as he slowly began to peel his socks away with Logan able to discern every inch of skin that was bared little by little.

Logan had not had his feet tickled much in the past, but it was enough to know that this was going to be bad. Really bad. He remembered how one time Kurt had teleported in for a surprise attack and Logan had ended up unintentionally kicking him in the ribs and nearly broke the bones with the force of his adamantium-backed foot.

Of course, he had no qualms about hurting Wade with his healing ability and all, but that wasn't even an option with the position he was currently in. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so powerless and the reality of it all was really starting to set in.

"Wade this isn't funny! I'm warning you! Stop this now!" His voice went a little higher than he had intended as he yelped in his panic. He could now feel the surrounding air on his feet with Wade letting out a whistle as he stared down at the soles that he had just revealed.

"Fucking Christ, why is every part of your body so goddamn sexy?"

"Sh-Shut up!" Logan sputtered out in his flustered state, his toes cringing at having Wade so close to his unprotected feet.

"I'm serious. I think after this we need to set you up with your own Only Fans account to start selling some pics of these gorgeous tootsies. Think about it! We'd never have to worry about rent money again!"

"Not happening, ya fuckin' freak! Stop bein' fucking crazy and let me go!"

"At least consider it. I can't let you go yet though. We haven't even started. Besides, I wanted to give these a whirl....," Wade leaned around so Logan could see as he waved a couple of feathers in front of him, watching his eyes widen in pure terror.

"Th-The fuck are ya gonna do with that?" He asked, cringing on the inside because he knew exactly what those were for.

"Well it's certainly not to stick up my ass so I can call myself a chicken," Wade paused to laugh at his own joke, "See there's not a huge percentage of people who are feather sensitive, but I figure with your enhanced senses and all that you're a pretty good bet. So let's give it a try, shall we?"

"Absolutely not! Don't you fucking dare, Wade! Just drop this nonsense! WADE!!" Logan began thrashing in his bonds while Wade only grinned and slowly leaned back to where Logan's feet were tied helpless.

"Ah c'mon. There's no way the fearsome Wolverine is going to get taken out by a couple of silly little feathers," he tried to make his point as he dragged one of the feathers up Logan's right sole, making the foot instantly jerk back.

Wade could not contain the rush of glee he got from seeing that reaction.

"Oh me oh my, that is one sensitive foot, isn't it? I wonder if the other one is just as bad....," he mused out loud so Logan could hear.

Logan grit his teeth as he felt the same agonizing caress of a feather along his other foot with that barely being enough to keep him from letting out an embarrassing giggle. 

"Such pampered puppies. Must've demanded that spa days be included in your contract with Marvel, huh Hugh?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!?!?!" Logan shouted in nervous exasperation, literally having no idea what Wade was referring to or why he was always calling him 'Hugh'.

"Oh, don't play coy with me, Mr. Jackman. We both know they'd do anything to get you back into that yellow suit. Though I'm curious to know what else was on your list of requirements besides a few pedicures. Sorry, I'm babbling, we can talk about that later. I know you're eager to get started."

Wade raised both feathers into position and began brushing them simultaneously up and down the now twitching feet. Logan quickly screwed his eyes shut again as he attempted to relax enough that he could meditate and try to block out the maddening sensations.

It was not at all easy and was just barely allowing him to manage it. His skin was so sensitive that he couldn't help involuntarily reacting to the literal feather-light touches with his legs giving small jerks in trying to pull away while his toes squirmed and curled against the assault.

He knew it was only a matter of time before he wouldn't be able to hold out anymore and would give Wade the satisfaction he was looking for. Still he would continue to fight with everything he had in him until the very end and that fact would hopefully at least help to hold his pride together once this was all over.

"Looks like we've got some activity here. But still nothing, huh? Not even a little titter? That's alright, I know you'll let loose when you're good and ready. Not to worry, I've got allllll the time in the world," Wade teased and began gliding the stiff but soft plumes along his arches with Logan's body giving a sharp buck as a small whimper escaped him.

Wade grinned while he pursued in his efforts to get his friend to crack as he attempted to penetrate his inner defenses.

"There's literally thousands of nerves in the feet, you know? That's why they're often so unbearably ticklish for a lot of the population. Though soft stimuli, like these feathers for example, would normally deliver feelings of soothing pleasure to most people. You though? I'm pretty certain you're not most people. Your will is strong, yes, but even Achilles had his heel. Hah! So ironic given the circumstances, wouldn't you say?"

The more Wade blabbered on, the more Logan was pulled out of the small mental block he'd put up and was sucked back into reality. The feeling of the feathers swirling around his heels and swiping over the balls of his feet was overwhelming and had his soles flexing madly in protest, though aside from a few light snorts through his nose he'd somehow managed to keep quiet

"Awww someone's a big tough guy, isn't he? Doesn't want his old pal, Wade, to know how ticklish he really is. That's fucking adorable. I know you can't hold it in forever, Peanut. Come ooooon, I know you're just dying to give me a giggle."

Dying was an understatement. Logan was at his wits end and was massively struggling to contain himself anymore. If it wasn't for his nature to always hide his emotions and power through just about anything he would've been laughing like a loony long ago.

Over his lifetime he'd resisted the most gruesome torture methods that one could imagine and suffered excruciatingly painful experiments that would've easily killed a normal man, the Weapon X project being the worst one. 

With his healing factor and acquired adamantium skeleton he was practically indestructible. A nuclear blast would have a hard time taking him out. He was a super soldier made to be the perfect weapon and the ideal killing machine for those unlucky enough to have him unleashed upon them.

But despite all that he had been put through over his lifetime none of it could have ever prepared him for what his crazy roommate had just brought upon him. 

Yes, he had been tickled before in the past, but never like this. Those other times the attack had come on swift with strong effort being used to make him laugh that he had been unprepared for, resulting in him caving rather quickly.

This was the complete opposite of that. So far Wade's techniques had been nothing but gentle. There was so much build-up leading to the actual tickling that he'd been able to put up some resistance and really hold back on his reactions.

Though these simple feathers, weightless instruments so harmless now softly teasing the bottoms of his feet and exploiting his heightened sense was threatening to break him. And finally after the internal struggle within himself he had come to terms that despite his best efforts they would succeed.

Once the feathers returned to being swiped back and forth across the arches of his feet, laughter finally started to bubble out of him with him still trying to fight it down.

"Wade I- nngggh....I swear I'm-Heheheeheehee- I'm gonna fuhuhucking kill you!" Those first giggles that came out felt devastating in a way, but maybe he could still downplay this to make it seem not as big of a thing as Wade wanted and possibly get him to lose interest.

He just had to remain confident and strong in keeping his reactions in check. He could do this.

"There we go! Now that wasn't so hard, was it? And you're going to kill me? With what? Kindness? Love? Eternal gratitude?"

"T-Take theeheeheeheese cuffs offa meheeheehee and I'll-heehehehehe- show ya!" Logan snickered through his teeth with both feathers brushing simultaneously at one foot while it wiggled around in unsuccessful attempts at evasion.

"Ah nice try, but not yet. I guess whatever you were thinking will just have to be a surprise later. I'm liking those giggles though. I wonder if we can do better?" He moved to the other foot to carry out the dual feather attack as Logan coughed to hide the louder chuckle that almost broke free.

"Thahahat's all yohohour gettin'! Hehehehehe! Nnnn-Now gihihihive it uhuhup!"

"Sigh. You're probably right. This just isn't going to work," Wade shook his head and reluctantly pulled away the tormenting objects. 

Logan felt relief when the ticklish brushes of the feathers finally stopped, letting out a long-winded but quiet sigh. 

"There. See? Not that ticklish. Are ya satisfied? Told ya this whole thing was a big fuckin' waste o' time. Now let me outta this so I can give you the fuckin' beating that you just earned yourse- "

"Now that the warm-up is complete....!" Wade interrupted his rant with a grin as he discarded the feathers and lifted his hands to start scribbling like crazy over the bottoms of Logan's feet, "Bet you'll really laugh for me now."

And laugh he did.

PART 3 COMING SOON!!! 😝

[written-in-flowers]

Stuck in Between: Binchan x Male!Reader

Pairing: Chan x Changbin x Male!Reader | Side pairings: Chan x Male!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Smut, slight angst and fluff | AU: ninth member au, idol!verse

Summary: As a birthday present, Chan and Changbin decide to fulfill a long-time fantasy of yours.

Tags: slight cnc? (it's not too rough, mostly reader pretending to resist), cutting off clothes, cock teasing, polyamorous, polycule, threesome (MMM), oral sex, rough oral sex, throat fucking, face fucking, sloppy kisses/oral, sex toys, slapping, overstimulation, slight edging, degradation, name calling (bitch, slut, pig), spanking, dick spanking, dick slapping, anal sex, cum eating, cum swallowing, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, check-ins, consent verification, creampie, aftercare.

Taglist: @james-is-here @belladonna6-6-6 @oreoqueen

Previously on Newbie: Birthday Series

Next on Newbie: Birthday Series

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‘You can always back out of this. Changbin and I won’t be mad if you change your mind.’

You reread Chan’s message while sitting in traffic. He’d spent the morning pestering you about birthday ideas. You repeatedly told him that it was fine. You didn't need anything special for it. But, when he kept insisting, you caved. 

‘I told you I wanted to do it,’ you replied back. 

Butterflies swarmed your stomach simply thinking about what waited for you upstairs. It came to you after a night with Chan. He used your laptop to pull up a file he thought he saved on his phone when he found the tab open. A porn video remained frozen at the halfway mark, the image of a young man bent over the back of a couch getting his attention. A threesome, the two tops took turns using the bottom for their pleasure. The vulgar words, harshness and name calling made you harder than anything before. The thought of being used by two ruthless tops was a fantasy of yours, and Chan found out. He'd teased you about it ever since. When you suggested a similar situation with just him and Changbin, he agreed right away. 

Your heart leaped when a message came through, but immediately died when you saw the sender. Your dad. 

‘Hey kid, sorry again that we couldn't meet up. I forgot about my daughter's recital fell on the same day-’

You stopped reading. Another event of yours overshadowed by his new kids. You didn't hate your half-siblings. They're just kids. It was your father who constantly smashed your heart. He always chose them. He could have invited you along to see her. You heard she’s a good dancer, and saw a few videos on her mother’s Instagram. You wouldn't have minded giving the spotlight over to her. It would have been nice to see your dad after such a long time, but clearly, he doesn't feel the same. 

‘It can get intense and long,” Chan's next message read. ‘I don't want to end up hurting you.’

‘I said I'd be fine. I'm coming up.’

You shook off your dad and headed up to their dorm. Han was with Minho, so Changbin and Chan were alone. Already a plethora of ideas came while you waited in the elevator. The pair of muscular men finally getting their hands on you had you nearly power walking over. How could you care about your dad when they were waiting upstairs? When you punched in the keycode, it was with a shaky hand. 

Their dorm empty, you stepped inside and stared around for them. Then, they came out of the nearby kitchen. 

“There he is,” Chan’s voice sounded smug, his lips curled into a grin as he checked you out. “And wearing those slutty shorts of his too.” 

“Are you really that surprised, hyung?” asked Changbin, who came around the corner, almost predatorily. “He always dresses like that.”

Your blood simmered in your veins. The urge to flee came over you watching the shirtless pair slowly walk over to you. Yet, you stayed firmly in place with your knees shaking. Your eyes kept scanning down their toned bodies; they’d obviously done a small workout to make them more noticeable than usual. This thought alone made you gulp down the lump in your throat. The lump tightened in your chest instead, and you took subtle breaths to open it back up. They could do anything they wanted to you. That brought on a slew of scenarios that made your blood pump faster. 

“He’s always wearing those loose shorts that hitch around the middle of his thighs,” Changbin said, circling you like a shark. His eyes continued scanning your body, “And those tight shirts that show off his body. He’s practically asking for a dick in him.”

“You think we don’t notice, huh?” Chan sneered, stopping a foot from you. “I know I do. I see how you bend over a lot when you’re stretching. You love showing off and teasing us all the time. I know you like topping the others, but…you love getting fucked more.”

“Hy-hyung,” you said shakily, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The pair chuckled. Changbin stopped next to Chan, and you felt your body burn under their joined gaze. “Can you believe this guy?” Changbin said to Chan, “He always pretends he’s so innocent when really he’s a slut. Isn’t that right, YN-yah? Are you a slut?”

“N-No,” you stammered. “I thin-think I’m just going to, um, go.”

“Go? But you just got here,” said Chan. “We haven’t gotten what we wanted out of you yet.” 

“What do you want?” Hot blood started filling your cock bit by bit, the images in your head making it more. You took tentative steps back as they drew closer. 

“I think you already know,” Chan smiled. “That's why you’re wearing those little shorts.” He tugged on the front of his pants, staring down your chest, “Don’t worry. You’re gonna get exactly what you’re asking for.”

As you’d told him beforehand, you bolted. 

“Oh, no, no, no,” Changbin grabbed you right when you reached the door. Locking your arms tightly behind your back, he turned your back into the dorm. “You’re staying right here with us.” 

“Come on, you guys,” you whined, weakly struggling against him. “This isn’t funny.”

“Nobody’s laughing,” said Chan. You noticed a pair of scissors in his hand, and you withheld a moan. “You want cock? You’re going to get more than you can handle.”

“Guys, come on,” you said again as he took the hem of your shirt. “No, no, hyung, come on!” you groaned when he started cutting it up the middle, “This is my favorite shirt.”

“It’s your sluttiest shirt,” said Changbin, “That’s Why it’s your favorite.”

“His nipples are already hard,” said Chan, tugging on one.

“Hyung, let me go,” you said, trying to slide out of Changbin’s grip.

“And these,” Chan moved down to your shorts, a bit snug but not too much. Hooking a finger around the waist band, he gave it a light snap. “I don’t think you’re going to be needing them anymore.”

“No, no,” you twisted your body as he grabbed them, “Guys, this is s embarrassing. Stop.”

“It’s embarrassing now but not when you’re flaunting your bulge in front of us?” he said, crouching to yank off your shorts. The both of them groaned once they had you stripped to your boxers. “See? Look at it,” he cupped your growing bulge gently, giving a light squeeze, “It’s barely hard and look how big it is.”

“He’s as big as us,” said Changbin. “No wonder the bottoms love being topped by him.”

“Because he’s a slut just like them,” Chan grabbed your chin so you looked at him, “A dirty slut. He didn’t even resist on comeback night. He let Felix and Hyunjin do whatever they wanted while I watched,” he traced the curve of your chin and touched your bottom lip, “We could have run a train on him and he would’ve loved every second of it.”

“I’d kill to see that,” Changbin said in your ear. “But, you’re going to have to settle with us for now.”

“Guys, don’t,” you said, less firmly as you tried moving away from Chan’s groping hand. “Just let me go and we can forget this happened.”

“But, we don’t want you to forget,” he said with a pout. “We want you to have every second ingrained in your dumb little head.”

He put the scissors to your boxers and began cutting a bit at a time. Your breath grew heavier as he moved past your cock. Making a perfect slit, he didn’t withdraw right away. His fingers danced along the hardening shaft to the tip and back down. He started running his hands up and down your torso, occasionally brushing over your nipples while he planted kisses on you. His hands and lips ignited the fires burning in your loins. Changbin started kissing up and down your neck while grinding into your ass. You felt his bulge pressing right in the middle, almost poking through your boxers.

Chan asked you multiple times if you were okay with this; he said he’d never do anything you weren’t a hundred-percent certain about. You told him it’s what you’d wanted, and you trusted them completely. Yes, it might be a bit last minute but when he asked what you wanted for your birthday for the millionth time, this came to mind. 

“Somebody’s not struggling so much anymore,” Changbin said, giving the curve of your neck a soft bite. “I think he’s starting to love this.”

“No-No,” you managed to say as Chan kissed down your stomach, “Am not.”

“Your dick’s telling me another story,” he said. He then groaned when Chan kissed the very top of your dick. You twitched at this delicate touch, biting back a moan.

“Hyung, come on, please,” you whined when he placed another kiss on them whilst running fingers along it. You’re already sticking straight out, cock pushing into the torn fabric of your boxers to his mouth.

“Did you say ‘hyung, come on me, please’?” Chan joked, rubbing you through the thin shorts.

“I didn’t say that!”

“I think you did,” he laughed. “Didn’t you hear him say that, Changbin?”

“I heard him loud and clear.”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“Get on your fucking knees,” he said, releasing his hold on you, “And we’ll give you exactly what you want.”

He shoved you onto the floor, and you tried moving away before he grabbed the back of your head. Your heart thumped hard in your chest when you saw them pulling down the front of their pants and boxers. Their dicks semi-hard, you drooled over the thought of them each in your mouth. You hand a hand on each of them, trying to pull away as they start tapping their lengths on your face. 

“Open up, bitch,” said Chan, slapping himself on your mouth.

“No,” you shook your head to avoid them, but they each kept a firm grip on your head.

“Open that whore mouth,” he said more firmly. “Now.”

It took him pinching your nose closed to make you give into it. His engorged cock pulsed on your tongue when he slid inside, pushing all the way to your throat as he did so. Changbin forced one of your hands around his girth, guiding it and squeezing it how he wanted. Chan kept your nostrils together as he filled your mouth. The smooth skin broken by throbbing veins passed through your lips, over your tongue and to your uvula in measured strokes.

“Suck it,” he smacked your cheek, “Don’t act like you’ve never sucked cock before. Come on."

You shook your head, pleading with him but this earned you another hit. He shoved himself right to the base, moaning while you gagged and sputtered around him. If you wouldn’t suck him, then your throat would have to do the job. His head penetrating it each time, it was like getting food that wouldn’t go down. You whimper and whine, feebly pushing on them even though your cock raged between your thighs. God, you loved this. You told Chan you wanted nothing more than for him to use you. It was one of your favorite things to do in bed. It gives you a chance to turn your brain off and give full control to another person.

“My turn,” groaned Changbin when Chan pulled out. Strings of drool fell down your chin, only making his entry that much easier.

Slightly thicker, it was hard to get down into your throat. Thankfully, Chan warmed you up enough for him. Your hand wrapped around Chan now, you let out a sob as he used your hand like a toy. You pushed him away when it got to be too much, coughing up precum on the floor.

“Oh come on,” Changbin laughed, “Fucking wimp. You can take it.” He grabbed your hair again, slapping your face with his wet cock, “Choking on precum like some kind of amateur. I’ve seen you swallow dick tons of times.”

“Hyung, please,” you said, giving a fake sob.

“Looks like he needs a bit more practice,” said Chan. “Here, I’ll give you a hand.”

He forced your head to his pubic bone, mouth stuffed deep in your mouth. You smacked his thigh and struggled against him, though your dick throbbed for his touch. His strong grip did not let up as he started thrusting. He did this a few times before Changbin took over again. Tears burned the corners of your eyes as you breathed through your nose, but even this didn’t always help. Both men took turns in your mouth, sometimes pulling out to slap you with them. You shifted in place when they ordered you to stick out your tongue. They laughed as they each smacked the heads of their cocks on it.

“You wanted us to cum on you,” said Chan when you spat mixtures of spit and precum frm your mouth, “That’s what we’re going to do.”

“No,” you said weakly.

“Stop being a bitch,” grunted Changbin, yanking your head back and shoving his tip in your mouth roughly. “Be a good whore and take it.”

You wept as they continued, but finally they stopped. “Let’s get him to the room,” said Chan, “I want a piece of that ass.”

“No, no, hyung!” you cried as he easily lifted you off the ground by your underarms.

Changbin lifted you by the legs, and they both walked to Chan’s bedroom. You scrambled away from them once on the soft mattress, but Chan caught your ankle and dragged you back to him. For a brief moment, softness filled his eyes and he cupped your cheek.

“Time out,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, sniffling.

“You sure? We’re not being too rough? Not too mean?”

“No,” you shook your head. 

“Are you sure, YNie?” asked Changbin, coming to the opposite side of the bed. “We won’t be mad if you want to stop.”

“No, please don’t stop. Not now,” you said with a plea in your voice.

“Okay then.”

“Time in.” Chan grabbed both your ankles and flipped you onto your front. “Spread out,” he said, pushing your thighs apart, “Ass in the air.” He roughly grabbed both cheeks, rolling them while you mewled. “Fuck, you have such a nice ass,” he groaned, and you heard him spit. The mere trickle of his saliva over your hole made you shudder. “Not to mention, very tight…” 

Your fingers curled into the edge of the bed when he slipped the tip of his cock inside. The slight burn of the stretch stiffened your body, and you cried out. 

“Oh come on,” he slapped your ass harshly, “You can handle big ones.” He held onto your hips as he charged forward. “You take mine all the time.”

“Hy-hyung,” you wept, unable to handle the sensations overcoming you. 

“Shut him up, Binnie-yah,” said Chan. “Put your dick in his mouth and shut him up.”

“You don't have to tell me twice.”

Changbin took this moment to slide his dick on your tongue. More salty precum spilled into your mouth, joining the drool pooled there. He kept a hold on your hair again, fingers against your scalp, and resumed his quick pace from before. His stream of low moans joined Chan's breathy ones, their cocks pumping in unison at either end. Your mind swam from the pleasure, your body slowly moving closer to your peak. Chan's cock pushed deeply, hitting the right spot deep in you. 

“I think he's loving this,” Changbin teased, fully sheathed in your throat. “Look how much he's drooling,” he cackled when he withdrew, watching you cough and gasp. 

“Hyun-Hyung, please…” you pleaded in a whiny voice. 

“Shut up and take it, bitch,” grunted Chan, who slapped your ass harshly. “I'm gonna get my fucking fill of you, and I'm only just starting.”

“Let me get a little piece of that,” huffed Changbin, who made short strokes in your throat. 

The pair switched places, and your body started quivering. It felt far too good; much better than you imagined. They continued their lewd taunting, keeping the same roughness throughout. On your back was when things elevated. Changbin holding your ankles apart, balls slapping against your ass in every thrust, it was Chan who moved away to his dresser drawer. Too enthralled by your pleasure, you didn’t notice him rifling around in it nearby. You whimpered when you saw him coming back with a small massager and bottle of lube. 

“He’s going to love that,” Changbin grinned, stopping with himself deep inside you. “He turns into such a bitch when a toy gets pulled out.”

“Sluts love toys,” said Chan, who drizzled lube all over your raging boner. You flinched when he began stroking it, unable to handle the pressure he applied in each move. “I can’t tell you how many times I put a toy in him before we go out…I get to watch him squirm around and try not to let his boner show.” He slid the massager around the head, the toy clinging to the sticky, sensitive skin. This alone had you quivering. 

“I’ve noticed,” he said, fingertip circling the very tip revealed by the sleeve. “It gets him super hard.” He slapped your cock so it sprung back, and the pair chuckled. “Fuck, this dick is hard. Look at it.” 

The small spikes of pain made you jolt. The pair smacked and pushed your dick around, laughing as they slapped it back and forth at one another. This was pushed further when Chan finally turned on the massager. You couldn’t help it. Your body caved in once your orgasm hit you. Both men cooed when strings of cum shot out like a fountain, the droplets falling back onto you and spilling everywhere. You moaned when Chan swiped up some of it, then shoved cum covered fingers in your mouth. You tried shaking your head away, though you almost came again from it. 

“Eat it,” he said, scooping up more to put in. “What? All of a sudden you don’t like cum?”

“No, hyung, no,” you said, pretending to sob. 

“Shut up and swallow, bitch,” Changbin grunted, also wiping up thick droplets. 

You licked up your own cum from their fingers, allowing them to smear it on your lips and chin. They laughed, “Fucking little pig,” Chan said, forcing his fingers in your throat. “Little pig that likes eating his own cum.”

“He’s gonna get some more soon,” Changbin said, pumping deep into you. 

Normally, Chan gave you a break after the first orgasm, but not this time. The toy kept vibrating, sparking the overstimulation that Changbin added to with hard, quick thrusts. 

“Hyung,” you cried once more, “Please, stop. It’s so sensitive!”

“Good,” he said, eyes closing as his own climax approached. “I love overstimulating you. You get so whiny.”

“But it hurts,” you sniffled. 

“Okay, and?” Chan grabbed your hair to make you look at him, “Do we look like we care?” He smacked your cheek, “Hm? Do we?”

“N-No,” you said. 

“No, we don’t.” He pushed his cock to your lips, “Open that mouth again.”

They used your body as they wished, and you loved it. You relished in how they abused you. Chan shut off the massager and hung you over the edge of the bed. Pile driving into your ass, your body was curled enough for you to see him inside you. Your legs spread out, your cock leaking over your stomach, you couldn’t do anything but watch. His thick shaft stretched you far, creating a gap in your ass when he withdrew to tap on it. The angle let him drive right to your g-spot again, bringing back the urge.. Changbin stood nearby, stroking himself quickly and watching with lustful eyes. You loved how their cocks looked in your ass. Your mouth hung open, wishing he’d kneel down to fill your mouth, but he only waited until Chan finished to have his turn. 

“Ride me,” he said, pulling you onto his lap and pushing back in your ass. “Come on, bitch. Ride my cock.”

A few slaps of your ass had you weakly bouncing up and down. ‘Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” he huffed, sounding annoyed. “You only came one time.”

“You can do better than that,” Chan said, spanking your ass. “Faster,” he slapped you again, “Fuck him faster.” 

“I-I can’t,” you panted. 

“Yeah, you can. Little bitches like you are built for fucking. Do it.” 

You held onto Changbin’s shoulders and went faster, making your moans sound like sobs. “Hyung, this hurts,” you cried out, knowing how much they like it. 

“Oh you can take it,” Changbin groaned, starting to shudder. “You-You fuck like a champ.” 

Feeling him start pushing upwards, you balanced yourself on his chest and went faster. You swore he went all up into your guts. 

“Yeah, there you go,” Chan smirked, spanking your ass. “Make him cum. That’s gonna be your birthday present: All of our cum.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Changbin’s head lolled back, and his eyes fell shut. His grip on your hips tightened, and he guided you along him. “Fuck me just like that.” 

His climax hit him hard. You watched his pecs and abdomen tense, neck veins even popping from the sweet release. You nearly came when he spilled inside you. It was then that the massager turned on again. Your pathetic whines joined Changbin’s final moans, the vibrating toy sending shocks through your erection. 

It didn’t take long for Chan to have you on top of him next. Your body, sore and burning from all the positions, managed to keep up with the same energy now. The need for a second release drove out all sense and sensation for you. Only the pulsating pleasure within you kept you going. 

“He’s so fucked out already,” sneered Changbin, who teased you with the massager. “He’s not going to remember his own name when we’re finished.” He started placing kisses along your neck, going down to your nipple. “Don’t think we’re stopping now. I know I’m not.” 

“We’re going to fuck you st-stupid,” said Chan, trembling and gripping you hard. “Fucking stupid slut. Nothing but a hole….a filthy fucking set of holes for our cocks to use…” he grunted as he moved faster. 

“A stupid, pretty slut,” Changbin groaned, flicking your nipple. 

Chan finally came in several deep thrusts. His warmth joining Changbin’s, you hurriedly rode him for more. The position coupled with the massager made you cum once again. This time it leaked, not as strong as the first time. Both men groaned watching you; Changbin leaned down to capture a few drops on his tongue. You then watched him and Chan kissed, cum and saliva making it sloppy. 

“He tastes so good, hyung,” said Changbin in between kisses. 

“Very,” Chan huffed, catching his breath for a moment. “We should get more,” he made a few pointed thrusts. “I know he’s got more in there, and I have plenty to give him.”

“Me too.”

They tossed you onto your back, and Changbin removed the massager. He immediately started sucking on you, hand around the base as he started. The pleasure never seemed to end. Chan’s mouth on your nipples, Changbin’s mouth on your cock, you couldn’t get enough of it. 

They made you cum two more times after that. They did everything they possibly could to torture your overly sensitive dick and worn out ass. Even when your body yearned for a break, you couldn’t stop yourself. You never felt this before with a partner. The need for their touch overcame any sort of logic you’d normally have. The addictive feeling of mind blowing orgasms became a new drug. It was even better when they forced you to swallow their own loads. 

“He’s not even struggling anymore,” Chan laughed, stroking himself over your face. “He’s fucking loving this.”

“Fucking pig,” Changbin sneered, “Swallow it. Swallow all of it.” 

You made more pathetic sobbing sounds as they filled your open mouth. As you wanted, you gulped down the strings and streams falling to your throat. Their combined salty and sweet taste became addicting. Changbin held your mouth closed as if forcing you to swallow. When the session finally finished, the pair wiped you down with cool hand towels despite their own exhaustion. You frowned at their weary eyes and the slow way they cleaned you. 

“Just come in bed with me,” you said weakly, pulling them onto the bed. “I want to snuggle with you.” 

The three of you laid in a dog pile on his bed. Exhaustion finally settled, and you felt lightheaded. Chan on his back, you laid your head on his chest while Changbin spooned you from behind. Having their slick, naked flesh against yours became such a normal thing for you. You enjoyed their warmth and touch on you. 

“Such a good boy,” Chan muttered. “Was it okay? Are you okay?”

“Perfect.”

“I’m impressed,” said Changbin, who kissed your shoulder from behind. “I didn’t think you’d last so long. You sure you’re okay? You’re not too banged up anywhere? We got pretty overzealous at the end.”

“Yeah, when you nearly slammed him into the headboard,” Chan giggled. 

“I’m okay, hyung,” you assured him, sleepiness doing its best to catch you. “I swear. Best birthday present ever.” 

“We have ice packs ready for you. You’re going to need them.”

“An ice bath would be better,” Changbin groaned, snuggling you. “I’m going to be so fucking sore,” he giggled. “I can feel it already.”

“Me too,” Chan groaned, stretching and immediately regretting it. “We’ll do it later. I can’t move right now.”

“Neither…can I,” you yawned. “Thank god there’s…there’s no practice…t-tomorrow.”

“Right?” Changbin nuzzled your neck. “Just sleep, baby. We’ll be here when you get up.” 

“Promise?”

“Promise.” 

The safety and comfort helped you drift off to sleep. 

****

As expected, your body turned stiff as a board when you woke up. Chan and Changbin on either side of you, you heard Chan’s soft snores and Changbin’s breath on your neck. Their shared comfort kept you nestled in the space between them. You listened to Chan on his chest, and idly trailed your fingers on Changbin’s arm. You had no desire to leave the bed even if your sweaty, sticky body needed a shower. 

“Hey,” Changbin whispered. He’d clearly been awake longer than you’d thought. 

“Hey,” you breathed, trying to stretch without bumping into either man. 

“I’m dead,” he chuckled. “I’m totally dead and it’s Chan-hyung’s fault.”

“Or mine, since it was my birthday present. It’s not like you hated it.”

“Far from hating it,” he assured you. He kissed your neck, “I loved it way more than I thought I would. I rarely cum like that, except with Hyunjin.” 

“Glad I could get you there.”

The two of you basked in each other’s embrace, then Changbin asked, “What about your parents? I thought you’d go and see them today.”

“My mom’s in Paris and my dad doesn’t give a fuck,” you said, fatigue pulling down your filter. “He’s too busy with his other family to care about what’s going on with me. I rarely hear from him. My mom’s great though. She sent me a birthday present and said we’d meet up when she came back.”

“Daddy issues,” he snorted. “It explains a lot.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, nudging him. 

“Well, you know you have us,” he said when the laughter died out. “We’ll always be here if you need us for anything.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Chan woke up, groaning in a small stretch. His eyes stayed closed, but he brought your hand up to his chest. “It’s what family does for each other.”

“Fuck eachother senseless?”

“No, idiot,” he laughed. “Be there for one another. You know I’ll always look after you even when you don’t ask.”

“You do the same for us,” Changbin added. 

“Of course.”

You managed to kiss both of them before trying to sit up. Dinner sounded better than it did before. After years of bouncing from group to group, never staying anywhere long enough or being welcomed, it felt good having this. Stray Kids made you feel so welcomed even on that first day. Yes, the sexual compatibility and appetite was unbelievable and only dreamed of, but that was only a small fraction. As Chan and Changbin managed to roll off the bed, you forced yourself to follow them into the bathroom. 

You picked up your shorts from the living room floor, and grabbed your phone. A message from your dad surprised you. As Chan ordered dinner, and Changbin flopped onto the couch, you opened the message. 

‘We can meet up before Kitae’s game tomorrow and discuss the merger then. He hates it when I miss games.’ It wasn’t for you. A small pit of resentment blotted your heart. 

You stared at the men before you. The members always went to any event you were participating in. After releasing your own mixtape, they’d celebrated its release with you. Han, Minho, and Chan visited the set of your solo music videos, giving you the encouragement you needed. Hyunjin and Felix supported you when you did your first runway walk for Dior a few months ago. Your father always had some sort of excuse as to why he couldn’t attend important events. Then when he did, he was on his phone or not fully paying attention. 

You didn’t need him, you decided as you tucked your phone away. 

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A/N: what a lucky boy! I wrote this like a stand alone so you guys can decide if Newbie only fucks once or goes crazy and does it with everyone in one day lmao I hope you guys liked this one! Minsung babes are next!

[plum-petals]

Omg can you imagine AU though...

Alic is slightly less homocidal and Xaden never kills him. Therefore Violet doesn't break up with Halden. What their first meeting would be like, traitor's son and royal heir's girlfriend? Jelly Xaden plotting a different regicide lol

Ohh the access that spy Violet would have if she continued her dalliance (perhaps playing Halden, who is definitely still a cheating asshole, while being sort of undercover, spying)

She'd rock up to the rider's quadrant already fully informed and Xaden would not survive the might of this gorgeous tiny woman! (What do you mean my baby sister is spying on a prince?! That's not funny Xaden! Write back immediately!)

Mmm... Exploiting another brother for access to those first diaries... Just saying... Not to give you any ideas but... I'd read it... 👀 Spy-verse redux redux perhaps? 😅

stoppppp you all make me feel so insane because i do love that! because she'd immediately ascertain a few things if she was with halden when she found the letter.

does he know? he's the crown prince! if he does and he's cool with it, violet is immediately over him actually. immediate and irreversible ick. halden is a non-sexual entity from now until forever.

she'd probably bring up venin stories or something and realize that he does...

then she'd think about how to use that.

would he have intervened if lilith tried to send his girlfriend to the rider's quadrant though? (i wonder how that would have impacted canon events bc the implication is that violet was throwing daggers at an imaginary halden after war games in canon right? that was my interpretation. like she was blaming him because he probably could have stopped everything but he didn't. and it's one of the reasons she's there and is a killer now. or maybe i'm insane but "nobody you'd know" always was giving ex to me)

violet angling her way into the royal chambers using halden is soooo funny to me actually like does he love her enough to play along or will she have to play him and his feelings for her? it's an even more immediately morally grey violet sorrengail and i am here for it

a spyverse redux redux is too insane for even me actually!!! the what if possibility though... insanity

you're all enablers!!!

[agentpeggycartering]

12, B and the bedside of someone who doesn’t want you there ? If it inspires, you can use not everything

Here you go. Diana! This went a bit off the prompt, but I think you’ll enjoy it! 🥰

This is sort of a sequel to Nora Verse, based off of what we were talking about the other day!

CW: mpreg, discussion of abortion

“Evan, come on baby, you need to eat something.” Tommy said, holding the pudding cup out towards Evan.

“I don’t want to speak to you right now, Thomas.” Evan said, crossing his arms and turning away from his husband.

“I get that you’re mad at me, but, baby, you need to eat something, they won’t let you go home until you do. Please, baby, you collapsed on a scene. Eat the damn pudding.” Tommy pleaded, holding the pudding cup out to his husband. Evan reached out for the pudding cup, but kept his back turned to Tommy as he ate it.

The room was silent save for the sound of Evan eating the pudding. When he was finished he dropped the cup onto the bed and picked up a discarded paper.

“Twins!” Evan exclaimed, waving around the sonogram. “We said no more and now they tell me it’s twins!” Evan wails, placing his hands on his still smooth stomach. Tommy knows he's thinking about the last time he was pregnant.

“I know, baby.” Tommy soothes. "We'll figure it out."

"I should have made you get a vasectomy after Nico. Especially when I caved about bottoming." Evan says, glaring at Tommy.

"You should have. I'll get one now, baby." Tommy said, reaching out for Evan's hand. His husband holds it out of reach for a moment, before he gives in and lets Tommy hold it. He brings it up to his lips and presses a kiss to the back of it, before bringing it back down again. He strokes his thumb across the back of Evan's hand soothingly.

"You better." Evan says, before sighing. "This wasn't the plan."

"I know." Tommy says, taking a deep breath. He holds it for a count of five and exhales. "It doesn't have to be, if you don't want it to." Tommy says gently. Evan looks at him, confused. "I know that your pregnancy with Domenico was really hard on you, and if you don't want to have another pregnancy, you don't have to." He rubs his thumb along the back of Evan's hand as he speaks.

"You- you don't want them?"

"I never said that, Evan. But like you said, this wasn't the plan. We planned to be done after Nico, after your pregnancy was so rough on you. I love the life that we have, I love the family that we have. I'd love to expand our family, if that's what you want. But I care more about you and your comfort."

"I'm scared." Evan admits, and Tommy feels his heart breaking. "I-I want this. I do. But I'm worried. Everything was so easy with Nora, we didn't even know she was there. But everything was awful with Nico. I love him and I'm so glad to have him, but I don't know I could go through that again. And with two babies?"

"I know. It's your choice and I'll back you no matter what." Tommy reassures.

"I know, and that's one of the things I love about you. I want this, I want to have a big family with you. It wasn't in the plan, but neither was Nora. But, I'm scared."

"That's okay. We still have some time to decide. We can talk to your doctor before we make any decisions, okay?" Tommy brings Evan's hand up and kisses it again.

"Okay." Evan agrees.

[bookvvitch]

♡ Kissed By The Baddest Villain ♡

Synopsis: At the behest of your Uncle Kagero, you agree to be a member of the League Of Villains, loaning out your quirk to aid in their cause. Everything seems to be going as planned--until the guys all start acting weird. Why do they bicker every time you're in a room? How are you going to get used to all this attention?

And who are you going to decide to give it back to?

●Mature themes ●Minors DNI ●Sexual Implications ●Suggestive Themes ●Eventual Smut

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WC: ~3,000

Chapter 1: Dibs

"C'mon, Yume! Couldn't you do your Uncle Kagero this one teensy little favor?" 

You bat your lashes at him, smiling, gentle as a dove when you ask him, "Do I get a cut of the finder's fee?"

Giran's eye twitches before he takes a long drag off of his cigarette. He hates that you're this well-versed in his career. It would be so much fucking easier if his kid sister didn't marry one of the most notorious villains the West could import, thus all but guaranteeing your involvement. In fact, both sides of your family have a long line of villainy, nearly each and every branch on the tree some kind of Yakuza or general criminal all the way down. You were hanging out in the back room of Uncle Kagero's office before you were out of diapers, absorbing this lifestyle since you were a zygote. Pushing back on giving you a cut this time would prove to be futile.

"Fuck--fine. You win, you get a quarter of their finder's fee," he relents. The cherry of his cigarette glows in the shadows of his dusty room as he rests his legs atop the corner of his desk, one ankle crossed over the other.

"Half or I'm not doing it,"

He nearly chokes, "What makes you think I'd give you half, you little shit!"

"Because you seem pretty desperate to bring this guy someone for his team. I'm guessing you need the money. And if you need the money bad enough, you'll settle for half of it," you say this all with the sweetest smile that you can muster. 

You've got him over a barrel. 

Giran taps his index finger on the chipped varnish of his desk, sucking at his teeth, bitter ash wafting through the air. The weather is mild now, but it's only fall. Winter is going to be thrust upon him before he knows it and then he's going to need heat this place. And he would rather freeze to death than ask your mom for cash to get the heat turned back on. Was he some high profile super villain? Of course not. But he made his money with his own two hands. Phoning his niece for a favor didn't count. 

Especially not if you were getting a cut.

This way, you're just another employee at a family business.

"Alright, I'll give you fucking half, Yumemi. Christ. Shoulda never taught you how to negotiate," Giran chuckles under his breath as he speaks, understanding the part he's played in your character, "Don't forget to tell your ma this time, yeah? She'll kill me if she finds out I'm why you didn't come home again,"

"Uncle, I'm an adult. Like, a real adult, I'm twenty four. Mom and dad need to learn to cut the cord already," you tell him with a roll of your eyes.

Giran pinches at the bridge of his nose, frustration becoming palpable, "Yumemi--"

"Alright, alright. I'll text her,"

"Thank you," he sighs. 

His amnesia doesn't work on your mom since she inherited the same quirk, so it's not like he can worm his way out of this situation if something goes awry. At least you're being reasonable about this aspect. Giran relaxes his shoulders and leans back in his chair. Your quirk fetches a pretty penny. On top of that, he can all but guarantee they'll agree to take you on immediately, as cute as you are. Might as well not throw away a sure thing. Half the cut isn't so bad, he thinks. 

"So who am I working for?" You pry, "Is it that guy who has beef with Gang Orca again?"

"No, not this time. Think a little younger,"

Younger? You were one of the youngest people in established villainy. Who the hell was he talking about?

He sends out a text that you sneakily read from over his shoulder to a person named Kurogiri:

I've got someone special for the league

"Pack your suitcase," he says, "I have a feeling they're not gonna turn you away,"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗————˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

You both step through a hazy black portal and into a bar, now face-to-face with the text recipient. He's more mist than man, though he would have to be solid under there somewhere with the way he wipes down shotglasses behind the counter, glass squeaking with every swipe. 

"Hello, Giran," a voice calls out from Kurogiri, in spite of his lacking a mouth, "Shigaraki Tomura and the others have yet to return, but they will be back momentarily," he turns his attention to you, yellow eyes flickering, "Are you our potential member?"

"I believe I am. My name is Saito Yumemi. It's very nice to meet you," the introduction you choose is quite the same as you always use, polite and pleasant. 

"I am pleased to make your acquaintance as well," Kurogiri responds in kind. 

He seems to be a mild and reasonable man. If this is who you'll be working with, you aren't worried about loaning out your quirk. 

Giran opens his mouth to speak, but as soon as he does, a portal is opened just to your left, revealing a small group of people who look to be somewhere around your age at a glance. Upon closer inspection, it appears as though you're in the median age group, though it's a bit difficult to tell with how they're dressed. Each of them gape awkwardly, caught somewhat off guard at your presence. A man with a heteromorphic quirk shuffles nervously, carding his fingers through pink hair as someone in ragged, dark clothing flecklessly stares. Another member, who looks to be dressed as a magician of sorts, dons a mask which shifts to an expression of shock. The others shift their weight from one foot to another as they wait for an explanation. A blonde girl in a school uniform is the first to approach you, fangs glinting as she flashes you a toothy grin, her demeanor much more cheerful than what you're used to. 

"I'm Toga Himiko!" She introduces herself immediately, bouncing on the balls of her feet. 

"Hold on," a man with shaggy blue hair rasps from behind a hand, "We don't even know who this is yet. Giran. Who did you bring? She doesn't look like she would.. do this,"

"Shigaraki, let me introduce you to Saito Yumemi. She was born and bred into villainy, so don't worry, she's not as soft as she looks," Giran explains as he puffs a cigarette from between his teeth. 

"Hmm. What can she do?" Shigaraki continues his questioning as the others all mill around in the liminal space behind him. 

Giran grins, "Yumemi's quirk is Parasomnia. It allows her to put people into a dreamlike state, where they become, let's just say, very impaired. She can inflict nightmarish hallucinations on whoever her quirk is affecting if she so chooses. She's just gotta know their names for it to work," 

"Do aliases work?" Shigaraki pries for more information. 

"She--"

"It needs to be the full name. However, it's mostly just villains who are unregistered. If you're trying to take down heroes, this won't be a problem since they'll all have hero licenses, or will at least be on the path to obtaining one. It can only work on one person at a time, though," you interject, preferring to speak for yourself.

"Show me," he insists, "Toga Himiko is her given name. So show me what you can do,"

The girl in question simply smiles, willingly parking herself in front of you.

"Okay, then. Come at me," Toga doesn't even flinch before she lurches in your direction with a knife she's pulled out of her skirt, giggling and giddy with bloodlust.

"Toga Himiko," you call to her, voice wispy, echoing in a dreamy haze. 

She stops dead in her tracks. 

"You look so tired. Aren't you tired?" Toga's eyes become heavy-lidded and glossy as she sinks to her knees, her smile reduced to a slight nudge at each side of her mouth, arms like lead at her sides, "What do you see?"

"I see.. UA high school," she's compliant and monotone, head bobbing before she drops onto her back entirely.

"What's your favorite color, Toga Himiko?"

"Pink. Oh, there's pink clouds. Just look at them," she looks as though she's about to float away.

"They're nice, aren't they? Now, why don't you tell me that secret you wanted to share. Remember?"

"Yeah. Of course I remember," Toga is now splayed out on the floor like a starfish, "I'm in love with Izuku and Ochaco. They're the best. I really want their blood,"

"As you can see, I'm able to get information this way. If suggestion doesn't work for them, I can put them into something similar to sleep paralysis, which usually does the trick. Works better if they tell me what they're afraid of but I can make them see anything, good or bad. It doesn't do any physical harm, but psychologically, it's quite damaging. If I don't keep talking to her, she'll wake up on her own when this wears off in about two minutes. I'll also need to rest if I use it for more than a couple of hours,"

It's quiet for a few beats, the room so still you could hear the breath of a mouse. 

"And what do you go by?" The silence is interrupted by Shigaraki. Two crimson eyes peer out from splayed, rigid fingers, haunting and vibrant. A chill runs down your spine. 

"I prefer to go by Nyx when conducting business, but I don't mind being informal when it's just us. You can call me whatever you would like in private," your uncle flinches at your words, the five male members of the league training their eyes on you--most of them flustered and blushing--all the while you're none the wiser. 

Mom and dad have always been villains, which means you didn't go to public school. Your whole life has been a slew of private tutors and playdates that were arranged by your collective parents, not by yourself or the other children. After around age ten, this was exclusively female companionship, your father becoming very cautious of his only daughter. As a result, you're polite, studious, and well-spoken... but horribly under-socialized. Namely with the opposite sex.

Shigaraki's eyes won't meet yours when he says, "Welcome to the League of Villains," he makes a vague motion with his hand, "Kurogiri, give Giran his fee. I'll show her to her room,"

"Why do you get to show her?" The man with piercing blue eyes and dark hair approaches. He smells like the smoke from a bonfire. 

"Because I'm in charge, Dabi, not you," Shigaraki bites. 

"Then shouldn't one of us take her to her new quarters so you're free to pursue other duties?" The magician interjects, offering you a gloved hand as he bows to you, "Mr. Compress, at your service. I'll be happy to show you to--"

"I should probably do it. You guys are super busy, and m-my room's on the way, so, it'd make more sense for me t'do it. Hey, I'm Spinner. It's nice to meet ya," the guy with the Stain getup says, eye contact fleeting.

"Did you do the dreamy thing? Was it neat?" Toga springs up from her spot on the floor, recovering quicker than you had expected, "Why does everyone look all red and sweaty?"

Giran rolls his eyes until you're sure they're scraping the back off his skull as Kurogiri hands him off a wad of cash, "Figured you'd fit right in here. I'll give ya your portion when things settle down. See ya, Yume," and with that, he's stepping through a portal. 

He's lucky you know he's good for it.

"No, you all have to work on your skills. Gotta fine tune those super cool skills. It's best if I walk her to her room," says a guy in a full body catsuit, a terse, "Piss off, assholes!" soon to follow.

"I said I'm walking her down there, Twice. Don't bother," Shigaraki sneers in such a way that you can tell he's becoming irritated.

"Counterpoint," says Dabi, "Fuck you, I'm doing it,"

Hubbub ensues. You're not entirely certain what you've done, but something has obviously set them off, the lot of them squabbling like elementary kids who want the same toy. Is this what younger guys are like? Seems like they'll fight over anything if walking someone to their room is such a commodity to them. How strange.

Toga doesn't speak a word when she takes you by the hand and leads you down the hall. The sharp chatter of bickering can still be heard as you two crest the doorway into a small room at the back of the bar. In it, there's a twin bed, a lamp, a nightstand, and a trunk for personal items. It's more of a prison cell than a room, but you've stayed in worse for smaller cuts of finder's fees. You'll just pretend it's a dorm or something. 

"Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, Yumemi?" She asks you, plopping onto your bed like it's her own. 

"No, not right now. Why?"

"Oh, just wondering," Toga kicks her legs, "I think it'll come up sooner or later is all,"

She flashes you a certain look, one you're not sure the meaning of, before she traipses back to the den of the bar, stating she'll be back later for a sleepover. You're not used to the company when on missions like this, but you're not opposed to it. In fact, what you mostly are is surprised, since you've recently put her to sleep and wrang the secrets out of her. Maybe she's used to having quirks tested on her, or maybe she genuinely doesn't care. Either way, you're grateful to have someone around to show you the ropes. Every villain organization runs a little differently and it'll make the adjustment that much easier this way. 

When Toga enters the den, the guys are still bickering, poking at one another's chests and stage whispering threats. 

"You're all so adorable," Toga coos at them, pressing her hands to her flushing cheeks. 

All of them snap their eyes to her. 

"Where's Yumemi?" Dabi asks, separating himself from the group to lean against the wall.

With a snicker, Toga explains, "I took her to her room since nobody else could decide who got to do it,"

"And that's Miss Saito to you," Mr. Compress chastises him with a shift of his mask. 

"She said we could call her whatever we wanted," is Dabi's retort.

"Wrong, fucker. She said I could call her whatever I wanted, so long as we're alone," Shigaraki corrects him as he mindlessly scratches at his neck. 

Spinner crosses his arms, "Boss, c'mon, that was the royal you, not YOU you,"

"Dibs," Dabi proclaims, flames sparking in his cerulean gaze. 

"You can't call dibs on a lady!" Compress snaps his spine ruler straight.

"Yeah, Dabi, she's a person. Don't dibs her like she's a bus seat," Spinner gives a scornful, sidelong glance as he speaks.

"Doesn't matter. I called dibs, that means I get to shoot my shot first,"

"That's not how this works!" Shigaraki grits through his teeth.

"Oh? And how would you know, virgin?" Dabi spits his words like venom.

More chatter breaks out as Toga grins wildly, content to observe the show these clowns were putting on for her in the circus of their own making. Life is good. 

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!" Dabi commands the room, all eyes focusing on him when he asks, "Where the fuck is Twice?"

There's a knock at your door, followed by a, "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, come on in," you're taken aback somewhat, having not expected anyone to need you again so soon. 

Twice breaches the door, waving his hand and smiling visibly even through his mask. 

"Just wanted to properly introduce myself. I'm Twice, but feel free to call me Jin. That's my real name. Use whichever you want," he stands with his hands on his hips, another voice countering the previous statement with, "Screw introductions, call me Daddy! Mmff.. Sorry. The other guy isn't always polite,"

Ah, so that's why he's called Twice. Makes sense. 

"That's okay, I've heard way worse. Trust me. I'll stick with Jin when we're here, and you're welcome to call me Yumemi. Unless Daddy is still on the table," you simper with your last sentence, and he jumps in his spot. 

"W-what? Okay, I, uh--" he stammers hard, poking his index fingers together. 

"Oh, I was only joking! I'm sorry if I upset you,"

"No, it's not that, just--"

"Who's upset in here? Better not be our little doll," a smoky voice rasps out before revealing Dabi through the entryway. 

"We were just introducing ourselves properly," you say, rising from the edge of the bed. You extend your hand to Dabi, "I don't think we've said hello just yet. I'm Yumemi,"

He accepts your hand into his own, his palm sweltering, "Dabi. Pleasure's all mine. If you ever need anything at all, even if it's in the middle of the night--"

"Then she'll come to me because I'm the head of this entire thing," Shigaraki cuts him off, still covered in several hands, which you're praying are plaster. 

"We're all loyal to the tenets of Stain, though, Shigaraki. Ain't gonna bother any of us to help her out. I mean.. me, personally, I know I'd come by during any hour of the day or night. 'Cause that's what we do as a team, even if we're not the boss," Spinner pushes his way into the room, shoulder-checking Dabi and Twice to fit into the close quarters. 

"I am personally and readily available for your entertainment, Miss Saito," Compress bows as he enters the room in a cloud of smoke. 

So is he actually a magician after all? 

"Please, call me Yumemi when we're off duty," you tell him, and he captures your hand in his own, the silk of his scarlet glove soft to the touch. 

"I'm flattered to have such a privilege," he says, voice taking on a plush tone.

"Ah-hah!" Spinner points at Shigaraki, "I told you it was the royal you! She meant all of us!"

"No, it's not a privilege, really. I'm just me. You're all welcome to call me by Yumemi any time. As my dad always says, formalities are for heroes,"

The room has become a blaring fortissimo of conversations, insults saturating the air, curses you've never even heard before hurled like hidden rocks in snowballs. 

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

[11queensupreme11]

Certain Percy Kids that end up in the DC universe would be handed off to Wonder Woman, especially if they're the kids of the Greek Gods.. But a whole lot of her kids are male so... No girlboss training on Thymescira with some estranged distant inter-dimensional-relative for them.. She would probably have a fondness for the Cu daughters and would like to help them learn to defend themselves... But I'm not sure any of them would be inclined to be warriors if theyre all uwu girlies. 🥺 Deoends how much they take after their mother!! Percy can do both after all 😊 Diana would act kinda like an Aunt, I think! Though she'd obviously be repulsed and freaked the fuck out by all the dynamics at play in the wider family tree (or the closest branches if its the Posy kids ☠️), she never knew her relatives would be this freaky?? Even with all the myths.. Especially when she's so true to justice, this may be one of the foulest concepts she's encluntered to date 💀. Poseidon what are you doing to your family??? (She would probably quickly become one of Percys favourite relatives for her morals and reasonable reactions to this, even if she's from another universe) She'd have huge beef with him but unfortunately she would have no shot against him, so if she didn't tolerate it (she wouldnt) she'd end up dead, even with the Justice League as backup. I'd like to imagine Percy wouldn't call him in to the DC-verse anyway though because she'd have an idea how that shit would end 😭 and especially if her kids had been in good hands with the Justice League watching over them anyway!!

(Hades would probably be courteous if he encountered her, she's sort of family after all??)

💫

(💫 anon!!!)

if cearbhall were with his sisters in thymescira (which is unlikely since he's a boy but idk maybe they'll let him come cuz they don't wanna separate siblings???) he wouldn't appreciate them trying to train his sisters cuz "what if they get hurt?! 😡"

BUT IF HE'S NOT THERE..... 😃 i can definitely see a few of the girls taking an interest. tbh, i can only see clíona and ponyo trying it out of curiosity (tho for clíona it's cuz it looks fun lol). the other sisters won't be as interested because they don't think they'll ever need it since they have powers + an overprotective father and brother would just lock them back up in the palace again once they return home 💀

and yes, diana would adore the sécy girls (even luisne lol). they're cousins after all 💖

tho tbh, i think she'd be the closest to metrodora, the second eldest child of perpollo! she is also the goddess of justice, liberty and freedom, and retribution which are very very diana core lol. tho i can see diana feeling bad for metrodora. if you recall that post i made of her, metrodora's domains allow her to see that her mother is the one who needs to be rescued the most because she's been denied her justice, freedom, and retribution, but there's nothing metrodora can do to save her 💔 she probably opens up to diana about this and diana just feels crushed 😭💔

[hexedwinchester]

Supernatural S05E04 The End

Warning: this is going to be borderline Dean critical

Goshhhh Jared's voice is so soft as Sam. I can't.. his voicemail voice can put me to sleep.. I'm not kidding

It hurts me to see that Sam called Dean with a huge news that he is the Devil's vessel and Dean goes droning on about his idgaf attitude

this is also the second episode where Dean goes time traveling without Sam

when present Dean wakes up in future verse and looks outside the window, the camera pans to scene and you can see a theatre is playing Route 666

In the next scene there's a bar that's missing the letter K so instead of Lucky's bar it reads Luc y's bar! That's clever

another Ben Edlund episode focused on Dean

Future Dean bothers me. He says Sam didn't make it knowing full well Sam was trapped in his body post possession. So he did nothing to save him? And he is just going to off him?

Dean doesn't trust Dean..why am I not surprised

lol Dean is so bossy he is bossing himself 😂

present Dean getting the same treatment from future Dean that he gave to Sam.. how lovely..

Anyone else feel present Dean would love to have a threesome with future Dean and some hippie chick?? 😂😂😂

im actually curious to know under what circumstances Sam said yes to Lucifer in this future verse. It can't be the same as canon. Shame they never answered that..

it's also the second time we see Dean talking to Dean. The first one was in that episode where they get stuck in a dream because of the dream root. The 'you are going to die and this, this is what you're going to become"

omg.. Dean is abusive to himself too..

Did anyone else notice, that future Dean dies in 2014 and if you do the math, Season 9 came out in 2013, add the one year Sam spent as Soulless and guess what? Dean really did die in 2014

enter Lucifer!Sam. And the crowd goes wild! I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed Jared Padalecki in that all white suit! People responsible for his wardrobe and hair and makeup in that scene, I love you guys!!

that head tilt!!!!!!! It does things to me! Y'all don't understand, if I ever get a chance to meet Jared IRL I'd ask him to do the head tilt 😍😍😍

like oh my god Lucifer!Sam doesn't even smile the same as OG Sam..

wait what? How did I not notice this before? In the end when Sam meets up with present Dean, Dean pulls out Ruby's knife and Sam steals himself away! Did he think Dean would kill him now that he knows he is Lucifer's vessel??? Please tell me someone else caught this too!

Does Dean ever tell Sam about his trip to the future? I don't remember it but if he does I'll put it on the review

Can you tell i love Lucifer!Sam?

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Seven Deadly Sins pop-up event.

Not Just Sundays

Prompt: Sloth | Word Count: 1313 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steddie | Tags: Corroded Coffin Trying to Make it On the Road, Steve Back Home in Hawkins, Failing at Managing the Distance, Good Uncle Wayne, A Touch of Angst w/a Happy Ending

Another night, another show, and another missed phone call that he promised he'd make over a week ago. Fuck. Time is just slipping away from him. From the studio to gigs to party after party. They've really got a good thing going, and slowing down right now just isn't an option. Once the ball is rolling, you gotta keep it going. Steve will understand. Steve always understands.

He's good like that.

Eddie knows Steve wants the band to make it. Succeed. Even if that means Steve's been getting a smaller slice of Eddie's attention right now. It won't always be like this, Eddie's sure, so for right now he's gonna strike while the iron is hot.

He'll call Steve tomorrow. For sure.

A week later, there's a note waiting at the front desk of the next hotel. An order to call home. Eddie looks at his watch, but doesn't really have time to call Wayne right now. 

"Make time," Jeff says, as if Eddie had said that out loud for everyone to hear. He didn't, he doesn't think, Jeff just knows him that well.

"Fine," Eddie says, and drags his ass off to one of the phone booths in the lobby. It's cheaper than using the room phone, he's sure.

Wayne picks up after three rings.

"I had a boy here last night, pretty upset after not hearing from you in sixteen days," Wayne drawls by way of greeting. It's a condemnation, and Eddie feels it. If he hasn't talked to Steve in sixteen days, he doesn't even know how long it's been since he's called Wayne. 

Longer. Much longer.

"Shit," Eddie says.

"I'd say," Wayne answers.

"I'm just busy," Eddie says, and he knows it's an excuse. He could make time, he just hasn't prioritized it. Like getting out of Hawkins just spread his wings a little too far.

Wayne sighs. 

"What will it profit anyone, if they were to gain the whole world, but lose their own soul?” Wayne quotes, and Eddie leans his head against the glass.

"Are you proselytizing to me again, old man?" Wayne grew up with religion in a way that Eddie did not, and therefore can pull verses and lessons out of his coveralls pocket at any time. It's annoying.

Wayne sighs, "No. I'm not. Not really. But what good will it be to you, boy, if you make it to the top, and then take a look around, only to realize you're all by yourself?"

He's not all by himself. He's got Gareth and Jeff and Goodie. 

But he knows what Wayne means. Will the fame be worth it, if he loses Steve in the process? No. No way, and he knows that. He does. It's just been hard to juggle both right now.

"I'll call him," Eddie promises.

"It's not that," Wayne says, as if that wasn't the reason for his whole call.

"It's not?"

"Think long and hard, Ed. If you don't have space for him right now, if you don't want to make space, it's okay."

And Eddie starts to argue.

"Eddie. It's okay. But don't string him along while he waits back home. It's not right."

"What do you-"

"Shit or get off the pot, kid."

And Eddie laughs. They've moved from a sermon to Midwestern idioms. Great.

But he knows Wayne is right. 

Goddammit.

He calls Steve next, and he's not home. Which, that serves Eddie right. He doesn't leave a message, feels that's too easy. Steve will hear it, forgive him, and Eddie thinks he deserves to get a little bit of his anger. A little bit of his hurt.

They have a four-night break. He could run home. It's not that far. See Steve. See Wayne. Put out the fires he's caused.

Yeah. He's doing that.

Eddie throws some clothes in his duffle, as the other three watch him pack.

"And you'll be back by Thursday?" Jeff asks, and Eddie swears he will be. He knows the schedule. 

"Okay then," Jeff says, tossing the keys onto the bedspread, "go apologize."

Eddie will grovel, will beg if that's what it takes.

It was a long drive to think. The house is dark. He pulls out his keys and lets himself inside. It's kind of a mess, which is so unlike Steve. There are dishes piled into one side of the sink, and laundry sitting in baskets waiting to be folded.

Maybe he's just been busy at work. Picking up extra shifts or something.

Eddie dumps his bag in the bedroom, and no Steve there either. 

He needs something to do to keep his idle hands busy, and he starts the dishes. Folds the laundry, then moves on to running the sweeper. 

It's after ten, and still no Steve. Maybe he's staying at Robin's. It's too late to call her, she'll either be pissed or worried about where Steve is, so Eddie can't do anything except wait and worry that maybe he's too late.

Then a key's sliding into the lock, jiggling the handle, door swinging open, just before eleven. Eddie's been sitting on the couch in the dark.

And he doesn't mean to, but he scares the shit out of Steve.

"Jesus Christ, fucking hell," Steve snaps, clutching his hand to his chest like he's decades older than his years. Like he's terrified.

Well, that's probably fair. He spent his teenage years being chased by monsters.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just me," Eddie reassures, holding out his hands as if to prove that he's harmless.

He's not harmless.

He's hurt Steve, and that's a bitter fucking pill to swallow.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asks as he takes a couple big steps forward, barreling into Eddie's chest. He smells like sweat and, well, Steve. 

Eddie hugs him back, but feels like shit that Steve has so easily opened his arms, and heart, after Eddie's been so careless with him.

"Everything okay?" Steve asks, face presses into Eddie's neck.

"Yes, yes, I just missed you and I've been pretty shitty about showing that," Eddie explains, hugging him as tight as he can.

"Missed you, too," Steve says, "I'm glad you're home."

Eddie wants to know where he was, wants to know how he's passing the time. But isn't sure if he should barrel in and start demanding to know things. He's the one that hasn't been around, hasn't been reaching out, he probably doesn't get to start grilling Steve.

"I probably stink," Steve says, trying to take a step back, but Eddie won't allow it and just hugs him tighter.

"Love it, wouldn't change a thing," Eddie teases and Steve laughs, his voice rumbling against Eddie's chest.

He really wouldn't change a thing.

"Sunday night basketball," Steve offers, as if that's an explanation. 

"Yes, of course, that," Eddie says, teasing him a little more, and Steve giggles, pressing his lips to Eddie's neck.

"Mr. Clarke unlocks the gym. And the dads and old men in town get together and play basketball at the gym," Steve says, fingers digging into Steve's back.

Eddie laughs, "Mr. Clarke plays basketball?"

"Not well," Steve admits, biting him, just a gentle nip, and fuck Eddie's missed him. "But good isn't a requirement. Just gotta be outta high school and willing to show up."

Eddie should know this. Should know what Steve does every night, not just Sundays. 

"I'm sorry I've been scarce," Eddie apologizes, "I've been an asshole."

"You've been busy," Steve counters, "but I wouldn't mind hearing from you more often. Even if it's just for a few minutes."

"I'll do better," Eddie promises, and hopes that's true. Steve deserves for him to do better. Eddie wants to do better for him, for them, for their whole future, for their present.

Where he's a touring musician, for real, and Steve is playing basketball with Mr. Clarke for fun.

Eddie wants it all with Steve.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Notes: Sloth was interesting to approach! Of course, at first I was like, sloth = lazy. Then I read this:

"Sloth becomes a sin when it slows down and even brings to a halt the energy we must expend in using the means to salvation."

Obviously, I'm twisting the religious take here, but Steve's his salvation, and he can't neglect expending his energy to love him.

[lochallthedoors]

Noel Interview With Radio X, 24 November 2017

Summary: Noel discusses the composition and accidental recording in Ireland of "Dead in the Water" in 2015 as well as why he decided to include it as-is (without re-recording it) as a bonus track on Who Built the Moon?, which was released in 2017.

Kennedy: And there's actually a bonus track called "Dead in the Water." Noel: So--at some point during the Chasing Yesterday tour, we had a--we had a big break, and the--the first thing back was a gig in Ireland. So I'm at that--or there was something going on in Ireland--so I'm at the RTÉ studios in Dublin, and I'm doing a radio session for RTÉ Radio, and, uh, the single at the time was "The Dying of the Light," so I'm doing an acoustic version of "Dying of the Light," which is on YouTube--brilliant version. And, uh, in between the takes, some guy's faffing around with a microphone, and, uh, at the beginning of the track, you can hear the engineer saying, "Oh, I'd love it if you could do it one more time." And he's fannying around. And I--about no more than a few days before, I'd written this song called "Dead in the Water"--fell out of the sky. It took me--my wife and the two lads were away in Scotland, and I wrote that song in under two hours, and, uh, and I hadn't played it to anyone--I just sang it at home. I thought, "Eh, it's good." So I'm on the set with headphones on, and the sound in the room was so amazing, that while he was running around with this mic, I just started singing it for myself. And my keyboard player was kind of over on the other side of the room, and he's one of those annoying people who can't help but play along with you, all right? And I'm kind of in the moment, and I'm willing him to shut up. I'm kind of like, you know? And, uh--but he's really brilliant, and he was kind of working the chords out as we went along. He'd never heard it--he didn't know what was going on. So I'm singing this song, and at the end of the thing, he says, "Is that new?" And I'm like, "Yeah." And he says, "Oh, it's great." And I said, "It'll do," you know, kind of thing. Then we go into "The Dying of the Light"--forget all about it.

Fast-forward, we're in the office, the album [Who Built The Moon?] is being finished, the inevitable question goes, "Have we got any bonus material?" And I'm saying, "We didn't do any B-sides." There's a lot of stuff left over, as a matter of fact--there might be another five or six tunes left over that never got finished, but there's no finished songs. One of the guys in my office, Raymondo, who happened to be there in Dublin, and he said, "What about that song you did that day in Dublin?" And I was like, "What--what song?" And he went, "The one about the water! What was it? The water!" And I went, "Oh, yeah." I said, "No, I'm not recording that. That's a different thing. It's like--" And he said, "No, no, no, they recorded it that day." And I was like, "Get out." And he said, "No, I'm sure they recorded it." So he got in touch with the studios, and they said, "Oh, yeah, we recorded it."

So they sent it to us, and, honestly, my jaw hit the floor when I heard it. And what is special to me about that song is I'm singing it for myself. I'm not--I'm not aware it's being recorded. So it's a real personal moment for me, whereas if I--if I know it's being recorded live, you're kind of singing it for someone else, and…. So it starts off really slow--I'm not sure of the words at the--in the first verse. And then it kind of gets into its stride.

And as I was listening to it, I was thinking, "It kind of has to go on the album because I want to play it live." And, um, David [Holmes, producer of WBTM] was like, "Hm, well, it's not really part of the thing, though, is it?" And I was like, "No, but, still, you know, my name is on the front, so it's literally got nothing to do with you." And, uh, so it was--it's just--it's live. It's as live as live can be. It's as pure an expression of what I--it's the complete opposite to everything else on that album, which is about the production, and the vibe, and the take after take after re-take, and fiddling, and knocking it into shape, but starting again. This is just one-take, pure expression of like a quiet moment. Honestly, when I heard it, I was like, wow. You know, I was like, "If I wasn't arrogant enough already, my God."

Kennedy: (laughs) But it's interesting because at the end of it, um, your keyboard player does ask you, "Is that--is that done?" and you--your reply does sound quite humble, I think. You say, "Yeah, yeah." It's-- Noel: He says--he says, "Is that new?" Kennedy: Yeah. Noel: And I say, "What?" and he says, "Is that new?" and I say, "Yeah," and he says, "Good?" And I went, "Yeah, it'll do." Kennedy: Yeah, yeah. But you see, the way you say that seems unlike you in the--or the presentation you bring to us-- Noel: Look, if I thought-- Kennedy: --which we love. Noel: If I thought that these millions of people were going to listen to it, I'd be saying, "And isn't it incredible!" You know, so--that, when you listen to it, you're--if you're at all interested, you're catching me that's really as I am, you know what I mean? I'm not--I'm not playing it for anyone. I'm not playing--uh, I'm not playing the part. I'm just a guy from a council estate, with a guitar, who's written this song, who's singing for himself. And, uh, it's a perfect moment. And the temptation has been, or was while we were at the time, is to re-record it. And I was like, "You know what? Moments like that do not come along in recorded music, and they should be embraced." If I went to re-record that song, with all the bells and whistles, you know, I'd ruin it.

And it's interesting that--I've--some Oasis fans, you know, when--when I put out, uh--what was it called, that brilliant song I wrote? Uh, "If I Had a Gun" and "The Dying of the Light." They're all, like, "They're overproduced, and they should be stripped back," and blah, blah, blah, whinging. And, uh, somebody said the other day, "What have you put that on the record for? Why didn't you record it properly? You couldn't put the bells and whistles on it!" I'm like, "You know what?" I feel like strangling these people sometimes. It was like, "I tell you what. Here's the thing--you go make an album, you know?" And they see how difficult it is.

But, um, I'm not gonna re-record it. I'm gonna resist, I think. It's just gonna be a moment--a live moment. I'm gonna perform it live, it's live on the record, and that'll do for me.

[alexanderlightweight]

this is literally just malec fic ideas and verse bullshit - lumine

I was writing the beginning of this new verse for a prompt and it reminded me of another idea that i'd dreamt of briefly during last years brain fog.

Colosseum (and primarily active only) shadowhunter style but it's also basically tied with the whole mating runs trope. which I think I have a prompt from someone about gladiator style shadowhunters fights so like.... I could fill that with this idea I think. it's just courting gladiator style instead.

basically when you hit a certain age, you get sent in rotation to the colloseum because 1) its good training 2) its a good way to connect all the younger active duty Shadowhunters who normally are stuck at their respective Institute 3) allows for the mingling of bloodlines and testing of chemistry

once you reach a certain rank/essential work you only have to go for like, events or if you're specifically called out (because they fight for the right to court as a part of this whole thing)

alec is so far unbeatable. not necessarily because he's better than the rest but the sheer rage and energy of 'i'm not marrying you. perish or die' kind of make it hard for anyone to hold up well against him.

yes Alec knows that both of those options are unreasonable.

he doesn't care.

you expect reason out of him when he keeps having to fight off shadowhunter women looking for strong/lineage/good position/really good with kids-handsome, who want to have sex with him?

like they want to marry him but that's not the only bad part. the worst part is the sex okay. Alec knows exactly what those kind of shadowhunters are here for and it's to have babies. they're looking for a stud but they want a competent one, hence the fights.

technically by the rules of the colloseum Alec could fight a guy and propose that way completely legally but he uh.... there is no one he wants to fight in Idris. like he sometimes subs in for shadowhunters who don't want to risk losing and are too outmatched by their opponent. typically that because of politics or family dynamics they don't say no to the whole fighting mating dance.

and sometimes in a daze the Shadowhunters Alec beats are just like 'oh wow' and Alec is just like looking down at their prone forms, the match already called 'stomps their face and hopes he did enough damage that they forget the last five minutes' (he's gotten really accurate over the years okay. at some point it's mentioned that Simon needs to forget the last few minutes and alec's just like 'oh I can handle that' and everyone is just like "NO ALEC HES A MUNDANE'

Alec: well.... it still would have handled it

--

anyway so yeah alec does not need more suitors. even if one or two are the gender he actually likes

he has standards

currently nephilim are not up to his standards and since broadening his horizon (he didn't broaden shit. its just that Magnus is the skyline) he realized that Magnus is not just up to his standards but was in fact the blueprint and mold for those standards.

magnus finding out that even though the entire shadowworld knows they're together, Alec is still getting courtship fight requests.

Magnus: I see, I see. so first i'm going to nearly kill every single one of your opponents in your name, then i'm going to fight you and personally ensure that every single nephilim in attendance witnesses your submission when I win.

Alec who is absolutely tired of the colosseum and clave bullshit: k, wake me up when it's my turn to lose. I need a nap.

i like to ramble about verses and fic ideas I have no idea if anyone is interested but sometimes this stuff will pop up lol. also questions and asks about fics and verses are always welcomed, they're a lot of fun to answer

lumine

[itsgirlcraft]

TW gore/veins, bloodshot eye

...so guess who just made a Rainbow Pickaxe™ minecraft texture/pixel art ahaha-

This is. Specifically the Steve Labs version- yes that one-off video with Assistant Steve and everything-

And yup this is ALSO for my TWA AU lol, but I got an idea for a mod too 😅

Uhhh @its-indigos @dracl-dragon

I think yall would be interested?

Explanation under the cut :3

So like- au first-

In TWA, there's 3 rainbow pickaxes: TSS, RQ, and Steve Labs here. Currently, I'm imagining RQ to be bedazzled with jewels and is very shiny and sturdy. TSS is probably (mostly) like that one drawing I posted, but a bit more...idk, element-based? Fire n water and all that.

And then there's this one. I imagine he has a fleshy texture. You can feel his heartbeat in the handle, his anxious breathing. Sure, the other two have faces, but this...is different. Tbh, this texture is just gory bc I didn't feel like adding the limbs directly. But I imagine he has at least 1 semi-functional hand, maybe both. That's why he can drag himself around as a dropped item.

I'm not quiteeee sure how I wanna design that part, like where his mouth, other eye, ears maybe, etc, go. I'd base it off of the configuration of his body in the crafting grid (head middle-left, torso center, legs middle-right), but that doesn't quite...work well?? Idk what to do with his legs.

Yeah and so. Eventually the main TWA gang find the Steve Lab, which is like. Immediately after the video ends, so Rainbow has just escaped and is trying to get away from the lab. And the group run into him nearby, which accidentally alerts Labs!Assistant/Sabre to Rainbow's location. The unexpected company ofc makes them curious, and while the gang try to convince Rainbow to trust them, the Labs duo come over and just barely see Rain before he hides behind the group's legs.

As for the mod idea- ahahaa it's uhhh interesting? There's three variants of the pickaxe, this one is the first. You can either a, find him just in a chest/out in the wild, b, craft him yourself, or c, steal it like. From another player or maybe the lab itself. Form 1 is just called the Rainbow Pickaxe, and its little like..tag thing? Says "you can feel his heartbeat. It's very fast.." When you first mine/hit something, the tag becomes "It appears to be bleeding. Its eye is pleading in silence."

If you find him, his relationship with you is more neutral, and if you craft him, it's already negative. The more you use him, the more he bleeds, and the worse it all just..is. Sometimes you can hear crying if he's in a chest, whether or not you use him. He's probably got decent enchantments and/or abilities, so you'd *like* to use him. If you drop him, he starts running away. If you manage to catch him, the tag becomes "Why couldn't you give me freedom?"

Form 2 happens if you gather the necessary materials to transform him back, it's also possible if you simply summon him and don't turn him into a pickaxe at all. It's probably, like, decently midgame, maybe redstone-infused diamonds, idk. But whatever it is, it takes effort to achieve. If you crafted him originally, he's gonna attack and run away. You won't get to have a good relationship for a long time, maybe never. If you found him, and especially if you didn't/barely used him, he'll have a good relationship with you. If you used him a lot, you'll have a more neutral relationship.

In this form, he becomes a Steve again. Since he's not exactly well-versed in ✨️life✨️, he doesn't have a good grip on his powers, if any. He has pickaxe-shaped horns and wings/tail. If you have a good enough relationship, which requires further development once you turn him back, he'll give/trade you the "pure pickaxe." This is the diamond pickaxe with his energy partially infused, and it provides many good things for you, such as being a dynamic light, weapon, and tool, all in one. It has the tag, "he trusts you to wield his vessel once again."

In the positive relationship, he can help ofc with mining, but he prefers aboveground resource gathering, despite being better at underground exploration. He can glow, as well as use said pure pickaxe before he gives it to you. If you've talked to him, either through the chat or thru paper/books, he'll slowly start speaking to you, starting with a "Thank you" when you turn him back.

In the negative relationship, he escapes and leaves you behind, actively avoiding you. He doesn't attack much - he's more like a frightened animal. Same with the neutral relationship. In the neutral one, you can gain his trust, it's just a bit harder since he's now a person. Providing him with resources can help.

The third form happens if you decide to kill him at this point: the "haunted rainbow pickaxe." Which can only be obtained if you go thru this whole process, and is on a similar power/utility level to the pure pickaxe. It's similar in mechanics to the first form, but more intense. Sometimes it will cry out in pain. The tag on this one ranges from "his heart beats no longer. Only cries of pain are left behind." to "my wails of betrayal haunt your mind. I trusted you. Why?" to "no turning back now." Mostly depending on how much you use him.

He can't be turned back. One key difference between pure and haunted is that this has no light, and has a special attack which sometimes damages you/gives you negative effects. The haunted texture is a more gruesome form of the og variant, while the pure texture basically just removes the gore. There's still an eye on it, though. Sometimes the haunted form will grow a mouth on its handle and bite you.

[johnny-cakes]

could you please do johnny cade x reader who is really cheery and artsy and gives him a ton of handmade gifts and clothes and she is painting A picture of him at her place and its really domestic and sweet and shes complimenting him the whole time?

Pairing: Artist!reader x Johnny cade

Warning: None

A/N: YESS??? THIS IS SO ADORABLE??? I'm literally drawing him right now so I am delighted to get an ask like this. This is so sweet. Waugh. Also I decided to start adding pairings to my tags so if people wanna request more from certain verses they know what to ask.

You loved art.

It was soothing to you. The simple, repetitive motions of drawing, or sewing, or just using your hands to make something. It was nice. It wasn't always easy, and sometimes you would wind up in tears over a project, but you did it anyways.

One of your favorite things to do with your art was to give it to Johnny. He was always so grateful for it. He didn't really get gifts- his parents sucked, and his friends were poor, but to have you make something for him? He adored it.

You would make him little paintings, or jewelry, or clothing. You loved how grateful he seemed. No one loved your art as much as Johnny did.

He loved watching you make things. You got so focused, and he doubted he loved anything more than the look in your eye when you were creating.

Once, you gifted him a jacket you had fixed up. It was old and ragged when you had bought it, but you had fixed it up good and now he wore it constantly.

Currently, he was sitting in a chair, watching as you painted. More specifically, as you painted him. He didn't entirely know how to feel, about you making a painting of him, but you had been so excited about it that he couldn't say no.

"Gosh, Johnny, you really are pretty. It's hard to get your eyes right. They're so dark, but they've got that gorgeous bit of brown when the light hits them."

"I ain't ever been called pretty before." Johnny remarked, not entirely sure how to feel about it. You seemed happy about it, so that was good.

"Well, you are. One of these days you'll have to let me make another when your hair isn't greased. You've got that gorgeous, curly hair when it isn't done like that."

Johnny felt his face get warm. He wasn't used to being complimented. He wasn't even sure you were really thinking about it. You had a habit of talking aloud about whatever you were working on.

"you've got a good nose structure, too." You remarked, narrowing your eyes as you looked between the painting and your model, trying to figure out what else to add.

"sheesh, I don't think any of me is nearly as good as you make it seem." He responded, unsure how to process his girlfriend giving him so many compliments. He didn't mind, he just wasn't really used to it.

"Are you calling me a liar, Johnny Cade?" You scolded him teasingly, adding more paint to the canvas. "You've got such clear skin, too. Kind of a miracle, considering that you don't use anything on it but normal soap."

"You know I'd never call you a liar. I just find it hard to believe, that's all." Johnny let out a sigh. He was getting a little tired of sitting in this chair for so long, but he'd do anything for you.

"Well, I find it very easy to believe. I'm finished, now. Just gotta add my signature....and there! I finished, come look!" She gestured him over, smiling proudly. "I think this is my best one yet."

Johnny looked at it, slightly in awe. You had painted him with impressive accuracy, but it had a soft, dreamy quality that most of your paintings tended to have.

The background was a simple sunset, and Johnny was surprised at how the first word that came to mind when looking at this painting of himself was 'beautiful'.

"it's..." Johnny trailed off, not sure what to say. Instead, he opted for turning around and pulling you into a kiss, soft and sweet and warm.

You seemed to understand, happily leaning into the kiss. You pulled away from him after a moment, smiling softly. "So you like it?"

"course I do. I like everything you make."

[cant-get-enough-btr-forever]

Big Time Duos: James/Logan

WARNING: SPOILERS

Here we have yet another Odd Couple. Surprisingly, they hung out nearly as much as James and Carlos, coming in second for Most Plotlines. The writers clearly knew that opposites dealing with each other is hilarious.

"Big Time Dance": During their first interaction, Logan enlisted James' help in courting Camille. I like how he knows James is a doofus, yet fully trusts him in the world of relationships. He relies on James for his street smarts; James relies on Logan for his book smarts. I guess this is why their friendship works.

"Big Time Girlfriends": Sadly, James betrayed Logan by—GASP!—kissing Camille. Which makes no sense, because James had explicitly stated that she wasn't his type, and they'd never shown any romantic tension ever. Also, there was way more focus on James/Logan, and not nearly enough on Logan/Camille. It honestly felt like James had cheated. Anyway, after making up, they suddenly started hanging out more.

"Big Time Sneakers": Pretty simple plot—they teamed up to buy shoes. Naturally, it grew more chaotic as it progressed, and somehow culminated in one of the show's biggest physical fights. Unlike their previous riff, we never saw it get resolved. But that's okay, because it was a stupid riff that they probably forgot about the next day. Side note: Why was Logan's Sneaker Strut better than James'? A bit of foreshadowing, perhaps...

"Big Time Guru": Logan finally exacted revenge on James by stealing his swagger (ok, "revenge" was never actually implied, but I like to think it was). This made for one of the funniest storylines. They both tried to adopt the other's persona, but ultimately decided to leave things as they were. Good choice.

"Big Time Songwriters": James and Logan paired off to craft the "Yeah" song, a defiant answer to Kendall and Carlos' "Oh" song. Once again, their areas of knowledge came through: James knows how to get in touch with listeners' emotions (i.e. how to charm girls), while Logan understands the technical side of songwriting (i.e. verse, connotation).

"Big Time Prom Kings": Many people remember the ending of this one. Based on the image I pulled from it, it's easy to see why. But everything prior to Prom King Logan and Prom Queen Jamie was just as notable: The two of them creating a blockade by dancing obnoxiously? Logan casually getting beaten to smithereens while James asked out Kristen Aubrey Stewart? Gold.

"Big Time Strike" (HONORABLE MENTION): At the request of @day-dreams22, I'm including their infamous sign scene. It's pretty quick, but just this exchange alone earns it a spot:

"Big Time Merchandise": This one was also short, but worth a mention. James once again embraced his "nerdy" side by helping Logan concoct a perfume. He royally screwed up, of course. Guess "Big Time Guru" didn't teach him as much as we'd thought.

"Big Time Rescue": They rushed to save a bunch of puppers from being put down. Instant 10/10.

"Big Time Invasion": Season 4 was just starting, but James and Logan had already duo'd up. Against Kendall and Carlos, too—anyone else getting déjà vu?

"Big Time Cameos": In this weird little subplot, they suffered repercussions at the hands of a most formidable enemy: Yo Gabba Gabba's Foofa, Brobee, and Plex (yes I had to look that up). Carlos was too busy chasing his fifth disposable love interest, so Logan had to fill in as James' foodie in crime.

"Big Time Tour Bus": After having their last fight of the series, James realized that Logan's not such a bad friend to have around. The end.

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Summary: They went from having very few interactions, to nearly having the most interactions in the show. Because Smart + Airhead = It Just Works. Also, if I had a nickel for every time they teamed up against Kendall and Carlos, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice, right?

Favorite Moment: Logan absorbing James' swagaliciousness, and James being ludicrously dramatic about it. A close second is when they were FREAKING OUT over trashed sneakers.

What's your favorite James/Logan moment?