#handcuff fic

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Greenie and Mar GREENIE AND MAR

I got the alert for the new fic and I can't read it right now but I'm going feral. Like. Absolutely fucking buck wild. The tags?? The SUMMARY?? THE TITLE?? I'm vibrating out of my goddamn skin!! I just know once I get the chance to read it, it's going to make my fucking week, probably my whole damn year. I'm so. freaking. excited! Anywho, just wanted to yell about it for a second. Also, there's a chance I'll be back to yell some more. Hope you're having a good day!

@greenvlvetcouch we got mail 💌

We're having a good day so far, so thank you! Green woke up this morning, "pssst" me and hit post, and then we panicked for a bit and now I'm gonna go to bed and they're gonna go do Saturday things.

We had a LOT of fun writing this one. We have bigger and different things we're also working on, but life put a wrench in the plan and wanted to drain us of energy, so this was our way of giving y'all something to munch on while we rearrange life.

But much projects, much ideas, lots of writing, the Playground is alive and well (and of course, we each have our little things going on. Green is busy with the rosekiller (which btw is so fucking good that last chapter??? Barty is such a pathetic, endearing loser and I love him, Evan's a lucky guy) and I'm apparently doing aliens now. So you know, just fanfic things).

I'm glad you're excited, we are ALSO EXCITED.

We'll drop the final chapter in time for Christmas, to give y'all something to look forward to.

[desertfangs]

Imagine Daniel and Marius watching some tv show together that prompts Daniel to explain kinky handcuffs and Marius just silently nods and lets him talk. And then like a week later Daniel discovers Marius has furry pink red handcuffs in his nightstand.

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Fluent Freshman - Part 20

PREVIOUS

FF had watched more than a few self-defense videos when he believed that Andrew Minyard was looking for a dark alley to stab him in. He had learned how to turn the attacker’s momentum against them. Had learned about disarming the person trying to stab him.

He’d even had Matt teach him a few punches claiming that it was for the dust-ups that tended to happen on the court.

He, naturally, does not use any of that knowledge because his mind immediately reverts into Lizard panic mode the moment Jackson Plank takes another step forward with a knife (HUGE. Is it wild that he is thinking about Crocodile Dundee right now?)

“If you come quietly you won’t get hurt.” Jackson says and he reverts to who he is as a person and he freezes. His bravery was used up maybe it was only ever tied to great pump up songs and now in the silence of the alley he is back to being Stone-Faced Smith.

“You’re going to dial up Wesninski and if you don’t say EXACTLY what I tell you to then I’m going to have you SING in agony.”

Y’know in that moment he stops thinking about Crocodile Dundee.

He thinks about a movie that is far more ingrained in his mind than any number of self-defense videos or one-off lessons with Matthew Boyd where he’d been trying not to flinch. A movie he had watched in better days with his family and had been a favorite of his Grandma’s (and his).

He thinks about Miss Congeniality.

Sandra Bullock as Gracie Hart has taught him everything he ever truly needs to know when he takes a step back and Jackson comes at him.

He strikes right at Jackson’s nose with the palm of his hand.

“SON OF A-“

The knife is dropped and FF kicks it under a dumpster.

FF grabs the single weapon he has on his person.

The McDonald’s Megamind Happy Meal Light Effects Brainbot.

He points the LED light straight at Jackson’s eyes and just like Aaron in the car on the way back, “Shit, that’s bright!” And now completely blinded by a combination of watery eyes and LED McDonald’s toy he proceeds to SING just as Gracie Hart had taught him.

S - Solar Plexus. He punches Jackson there as hard as he can.

I - Instep. He smashes his booted foot down on the inside of Jackson’s shoes (who the fuck wears LOAFERS to a kidnapping?)

N - Nose. He’d feel bad about hitting it again if Jackson wasn’t y’know…a hitman out to hurt Captain Neil.

G - Groin. He may have to give himself just half a second to apologize to all of mankind for what he is about to do. His step brothers had definitely kicked him in the groin plenty of times to try and get a reaction. It’s an art to not let anyone know that your ball has retreated up into lower intestine. He kicks Jackson as hard as he can (collegiate athlete) with the boots that Nicky had let him borrow. He is right on target with the toe of his shoes.

Jackson goes down.

The next thing he does is not something Gracie Hart had taught him but does still feel like the right thing to do in this situation. He kicks Jackson in the head and the man goes limp.

If FF throws both hands up in the air and lets out a “I am Miss Congeniality!” Victory cry into the alleyway well no one is around or awake to know that.

He feels like he deserves a sash and a crown and some flowers.

He looks down at Jackson and then over at the van the man had hopped out of. He was definitely PLANNING on kidnapping Captain Neil so he probably has like…some kind of restraint?

Well, better to completely subdue this guy before he tries to figure out the game plan for Romero. Wait, what’s that next to the Crocodile Dundee knife, are those...?

***

Roland is calling for a second time.

Andrew had let it go to voicemail the first time. It was usually Roland complaining about Nicky, Aaron, or Kevin doing something exceptionally stupid in their inebriated states. They have a system. Roland will call and leave a voicemail detailing the dumb shit his family has gotten up to and then he’ll let it go.

If Roland calls twice then there’s an issue.

Arm still around Neil’s shoulders he answers the phone, “What.” He asks.

“You need to help your new friend. There’s some guy following him, he’s armed and dangerous and looking for someone to grab to get Neil’s attention. He tried to lead the guy outside but he’s standing watching it for now so there might have already been someone waiting?” Roland gets out in a rush and Andrew is up and moving towards the stairs even as he’s closing the phone to disconnect the call.

Neil, of course, is right on his heels. “What is it? Did something happen?” Neil asks and they are up the stairs and pushing past Frank and his stupid pineapple shirt. Andrew spots Nicky and he spots Aaron.

“Get Nicky and Aaron somewhere safe. I need to go help Smith with something.” He says because whoever this is wants Neil and Andrew will not let Neil get within grabbing distance and won’t mention it. Neil, blessedly, does what Andrew asks without question.

Andrew scans the crowd and finds a man whose gaze goes between his phone and the back door.

A face that Andrew had memorized.

One of Nathan’s surviving men.

In the same Zip Code as Neil.

And that man has the audacity to still be breathing.

He looks and Nicky and Aaron (drunk, drugged, and useless because Andrew had wanted them to be) are with Neil and Roland is directing them to the backroom.

Andrew goes out the alley and can feel Romero’s eyes on him.

He’s prepared for a lot of things to see out in that alley. He’s angry that FF hadn’t just come down and grabbed him and Neil (he does not need TWO martyrs) and he wants to know what the fuck FF was thinking (or if he was thinking at all). Even with that anger he does not wish to see FF’s blood spilled all over an alleyway because Andrew’s family needed to be protected and FF was the only one sober enough and aware enough to do it.

He knows what Nathan’s men are capable of.

Knows that Romero was one of Nathan’s best so if there is someone out in the alleyway then it’s likely one of his other bests.

FF doesn’t even know how to use a knife. He had asked and FF had firmly declined every time Andrew had brought it up after the first fainting incident. “I’m not interested in learning that. No.” Had been the standard response.

He knew FF had at least taken a lesson or two from Boyd on throwing a punch considering the one he shot out a week ago when a Striker came at him after the third time FF intercepted a pass.

Still, Andrew had not anticipated coming out into the alleyway and finding an unharmed FF securing an unconscious Jackson Plank’s arms behind his back with fuzzy handcuffs.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asks and FF looks up at him with a flush on his cheeks.

“It’s not my fault this is a weird sex alleyway! They’re the first thing I found on my way over to the van to look for actual restraints.” FF says immediately and Andrew almost laughs at the insanity of it. “Wait, where’s Captain Neil?” FF looks around nervously.

“He’s with Aaron and Nicky in the backroom. Roland gave me your S.O.S.” Andrew says even as he quickly makes his way away from the door and towards FF. “Romero is watching the door. Let’s give him a reason to come out.” He says going over to Jackson and when he rolls the man over he raises an eyebrow at the piss stain on his pants and the blood dripping down his nose.

He looks to FF who resolutely does not look back at him.

It’s a story he’ll get out of his friend eventually. Looks like FF didn’t really need those knife lessons. Something settles a bit more in Andrew, it’s nice to have someone else in their group that could handle themselves in a fight.

Andrew finds a phone and FF rolls Jackson back onto his stomach, “He could choke on his own blood.” He shrugs and Andrew wouldn’t care if Jackson choked on his own blood in fuzzy handcuffs in a back alley but he can understand FF not wanting a murder charge.

Andrew looks at the phone and sees the the swipe pattern clear as day. It takes him two tries to get the order right but then Jackson’s phone is available for him to get over to the texting app.

The texts he reads there make him angry. There were a lot of plans on what the two of them were going to do to Neil before his body was offered up to a different crime family to show that Romero and Jackson had no loyalty left to the Wesninski line.

He types out a text to Romero that will have the jackass come out thinking everything had gone well and they had two hostages. He looks over to FF, “You ready for round two?” He asks.

“There isn’t a tap out option right?” FF asks and Andrew laughs at the joke.

Always cool under pressure it seems.

“No.”

“Then yeah, I guess just hit send.” FF says with a shrug.

Andrew does just that.

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NEXT

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[heartbreak-sandwich]

Good Cop/Bad Cop - Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader 🐊

Gator loves playing good cop/bad cop – but he plays both parts, and it’s deliciously unpredictable. When you asked him if his handcuffs fit everyone, he answered the question with a demonstration followed by his favorite game. Words: ~900 CW: SMUT - gator tillman x fem!reader, slightly mean!Gator, light bondage, hints of oral (f receiving), light spanking, unprotected p/v sex, basically porn without plot, honestly.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT! ❤️‍🔥 Master List

The chain of the handcuffs jingled sharply against the metal frame of the headboard as you tried to relax your arms, but it was no use. You let your gaze drift down in between your thighs, spread open by a pair of large hands, long fingers digging into your flesh as they pushed your legs even further apart.

His once gelled back hair was falling into his eyes after having worn your thighs as earmuffs for the past half hour, and he had just finished you off for the second time. He placed one harsh bite on your left inner thigh, then one to the right, your oversensitivity causing you to gasp. He smirked up at you, his chocolate eyes dark with mischief, before pushing himself up onto his knees and cleaning your slick off of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You’ve been so good for me, Princess. But you’re still movin’ too much.” His voice fell flat at the end of his sentence. He was scolding you for making too much noise with the handcuffs, but you couldn’t help it – and he knew it.

“Please, Gator,” you whined. “You know I can’t do anything about the noise –”

Before you could finish your excuse, he leaned forward, pressing a finger to your lips and shushing you gently.

“None of that now,” he crooned, the menacing glint in his eye matching his devilish smirk. He stood from the bed, fussing with his belt before quickly removing his camo trousers and tossing them aside along with his briefs.

Your mouth watered at the site of his already hard cock as he approached the side of the bed. Instinctively, you tried to move your hands to touch him, the rattling of metal on metal resounding throughout the room once more, and he scowled.

“What is it you don’t understand about keep fuckin’ still?” Gator spat in his hand and began to slowly fist his cock, careful to swirl his palm around the head in between pulls, and all you could do was watch.

“I said I was gonna fuck you dumb, but I might not even need to,” he chided, picking up his pace with his hand, his shaky breath turning into low, gravelly moans as he toyed with you.

“Feels so good,” he gushed. “Bet you wish you could touch it – feel it sink into you nice and slow, pretty little pussy tightening up like a vice.”

He used his free hand to slide two fingers up and down through your glistening slit, stopping just before your clit every time, knowing it would drive you over the edge, all while still using his hand to fuck himself, the wet sounds starting to drown out your own heavy breathing.

“Gator, please!” You were finally begging him, and your eyes stung with tears of frustration.

“Oh, now you’re runnin’ your mouth, too?” Both of his hands ceased their busywork, and he finally climbed back onto the bed, nestling himself back between your thighs before pushing them up and back, your knees almost touching the bed underneath you.

“Please,” you begged once more, softer now, as his dark eyes drilled into yours, his pupils completely blown out with hunger for you. He leaned down close to your face so your noses were almost touching, and you could smell the hint of fruit mixed with your own arousal, the sweet and sour mixture making you salivate all over again.

“So polite,” he whispered through a mean looking smirk.

You yelped as he pushed himself all the way inside of you in one fluid motion, and the delicious stretch of being suddenly full of him had you seeing stars already.

He fumbled with a bandana hanging over one of his bedposts, and quickly stuffed it into your mouth before gripping your chin roughly in one hand, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“One more fuckin’ sound out of you, and I’m pullin’ out and leavin’ you here like this. Got it?”

You searched his eyes for any hint of playfulness, but you could tell he was completely serious.

“I don’t got all day now. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Y'hear me?”

Your eyes widened, and you nodded hastily, biting down on the bandana and taking extra care not to rattle your cuffs again.

“You’re bein’ so good for me, you know that?” Gator leaned into the crook of your neck, sucking another sweet bruise on the trail of the ones that had started to fade, and he slowly pushed himself into you just a little bit deeper until you couldn't take any more of him.

He started at a brutally slow pace, taking care to roll his hips at the end of each thrust all the way to the hilt so the tip of his length hit just the right spot inside of you while small whimpers just barely escaped around the sides of the already damp bandana in your mouth.

“So fuckin’ wet for me,” he growled against your ear, finally starting to pick up his pace as your eyes rolled back and your shoulders relaxed, your cuffs clanging against the headboard once more.

You expected Gator to stop, but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed one of your knees to your chest and hooked your leg over his shoulder before landing a hard smack on your asscheek and pounding into you harder and faster.

You felt the fire growing in your core, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he had you reeling for a third time that day, and there was nothing you could do or say to stop it.

Thank you sm for reading! This was inspired by my loveliest Gator anon, and I couldn't keep the thots to myself ❤️‍🔥🐊 dividers by @cafekitsune

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Heroic betrayal: part seven

“You must let me show you where you’ll be staying, Hero,” said Supervillain, releasing the chains on Hero’s cuffs and stepping back away from them. Hero narrowed their eyes into a glare, keeping their hands close to their chest as they blinked at Supervillain.

“What do you mean, where I’ll be staying?” They snapped. Supervillain tilted his head as he regarded Hero, a small smile on his lips.

He shrugged. A gesture that should have conveyed a casual thing, but Hero saw right through it. “You can stay in the cellar if you like, though I’d say a bed would be far more comfortable.”

“I’d rather you let me go, or keep our contact to a minimum,” Hero told him. What the hell was he talking about, keeping Hero here? Forcing them to stay? They couldn’t… their brain wouldn’t let them comprehend exactly what this meant. The words just kept repeating in their mind drowning out all sense and reason:

Where you’ll be staying…

Supervillain had planned this, every detail, and Hero didn’t notice. They didn’t know, they didn’t see. Supervillain didn’t let a hint slip about this! Taking Hero captive and not letting them go, and it – though Hero would never admit it – it terrified them.

What if they weren’t as good as a detective as they thought they were? What if… Hero’s eyes studied Supervillain’s face. What if they had only seen what Supervillain wanted them to see?

Supervillain hummed thoughtfully, hands going behind his back. “I’ll show you the room anyways. Give you the tour while we’re at it. We’ll see if you have a change of heart.”

Hero’s nostrils flared as Supervillain turned his back and opened the door Hero initially came through. Supervillain’s knowing smirk remained on his face as he glanced back at Hero. “Come along now, I’m not a patient man.”

“I’d rather stay right here,” Hero told him, voice low. A pathetic attempt at stubbornness. Supervillain inclined his head.

“You can walk out the door, Hero, or be dragged out. Either way, you won’t be staying here. Would you like to keep your dignity intact?” He asked, his tone light and charismatic, his words anything but. Hero hated the way he spoke as if everything was certain. As if he could control everything and it would all work out his way.

Though what Hero hated more was the fact that they knew it was better to comply than to rile him up, so they stood and walked through the door Supervillain held open. They turned their head, looking down the long hallway to their right, where Flynn and Villain were. The door at the end of the hall must be where the kitchen is, but beyond that Hero didn’t know.

Maybe it would be better to know the layout of the house, Hero mused, they could plan their escape more effectively if Supervillain was stupid enough to offer a tour.  Supervillain, instead of turning towards the kitchen, went left, back the way Hero and Flynn came, back towards the cellar.

Hero followed Supervillain cautiously, one eye tracking his figure, the other careful to take note of the layout and the route back to the kitchen if they needed to flee on short notice.

Flee to who? To Flynn? A nasty voice mocked in their head.

At least I know what to expect with Flynn, Hero argued back.

Oh yeah… like how you knew he was a lying, backstabbing villain all this time right?

Hero bit the inside of their cheek instead of fighting with their smug, know-it-all side of their brain. At least when they tasted blood in their mouth, they could justify the pain. They could take their mind off of Flynn and the ache in their chest that they fought so hard to ignore.

Hero’s eyes zeroed in on the door to the basement as they stepped into another hallway. They were half expecting Supervillain to open it and shove them down the stairs before laughing like a cartoon villain and slamming the cellar door closed.

Instead, Supervillain walked past it, and Hero followed mutely, swallowing as they passed the cellar door. Now that it was so close, Hero really didn’t feel like going back there. Back to the cold and defenceless cot in a cell where any of them could come down and gloat.

Where Villain could come back and hurt them again and nobody would stop them.

Maybe a room would be better. At least Hero could barricade the door and break the window or something. They could have a better defensive position. Not be subject to their hosts moods when it takes them. Their nose throbbed at the thought of Villain coming down to their cell again and they shuddered.

Supervillain continued down the hall to another heavy door that looked solid and stiff. There was something strange about it, something Hero only noticed after Supervillain stopped in front of it and raised his hand to a keypad on the wall.

Hero stopped in their tracks. They didn’t want to swap one cell for another, and this one didn’t look as escapable as the cell in the basement. At least there Hero could see out all around them, except for the back wall, but a heavy metal door with an electronic lock would prove far more difficult.

There was a small beep ahead and Supervillain glanced back at Hero over his shoulder. A sly smirk graced his face when he noticed that Hero had stopped following altogether, probably standing six feet back.

“Oh Hero, that’s adorable. Are you frightened?”

“No,” Hero said a little too quickly. A denial. They both knew it. While Supervillain chuckled lightly, Hero wanted to punch themselves. “Where are we going?”

Supervillain’s smile was friendly and carnivorous all at once. “I told you; I’m giving you the tour of the house. Here,” Supervillain said, holding the door open for Hero and gesturing for Hero to walk in first. Hero’s throat went impossibly dry, as if Hero inhaled a pound of sawdust. They swallowed to try and restore some moisture in their mouth because what else could they do?

If they refused to comply, Supervillain would just drag them along anyway and there was no way they could fight back with their powers dampened and their hands cuffed in front of them. The weight of their blades on their back felt heavy in a way they never were before. They were right there… if only they could reach them.

Hero jutted their chin up, steeling their expression as they stormed forward and passed Supervillain, vowing that the moment they got free they would commission thigh braces for their daggers instead. That way they could never be in a humiliating situation like this again.

The room coming into focus drowned out Hero’s plans for new sheaths. Once inside the keypad locked room they stopped short and just stared. It was like the meeting room in the Hero headquarters, except, well… bigger. It was shaped like a hexagon with a domed ceiling that came to a point to let in some light through three skylight windows. The wall in front of Hero had two screens imbedded into it. One played the news on mute that was reporting some local event.

The two walls beside the back one had doors that led off to God knows where, but Hero’s gaze skimmed over them, and went instead to the corkboard on the wall to the left. Pictures of all the top ranked Heroes faces were pinned to the board; Superhero’s, Other Hero’s, and Hero’s were pinned to it. Tears pricked the back of Hero’s eyes when they saw Sidekick’s photo pinned to the wall too, a big red X painted over their face. Hero’s hands shook slightly at the sight… they should have never left Sidekick’s side. They should be at the hospital right now.

Instead, they were knee deep in enemy territory, on a tour of Supervillain’s house. Hero had to pull their gaze away from Sidekick’s face, to study the rest of the room, screwing their lips up tight to try and stop them from trembling.

Hero’s gaze dropped to a desk below the corkboard, where a hero scanner and comms sat, both of them were switched off for now. One Flynn must have stolen… been given. Hero’s hands tightened into fists at the sight. All this time… all this time Flynn was betraying them, betraying the Heroes and he had the nerve to be upset that Hero hated him?

Hero’s gaze flicked back up to Sidekick’s face again and they quickly turned away, looking instead to the giant circular table that dominated the middle of the room. A map of the city was printed on top of it. Hero recognised some of the marks that divided some of the city up. Territories that were occupied or controlled by different groups. Some good, some bad.

Hero stepped closer to the map table, noticing the chess pieces that were spread across it. There was a cluster of white on Hero HQ; the King, two knights, a bishop, a rook, but some other white pieces were dotted throughout the map. There were no black pieces, something Supervillain removed no doubt before Hero walked in. They couldn’t give away all their secrets.

Hero searched the table, making note of the pieces, trying to figure out who they were. A pawn was placed on top of central hospital which made Hero feel sick. They felt Supervillain step up beside them, but Hero didn’t bother to look at him.

“Should I take your silence as a good thing?”

“You can take my silence however you want,” Hero replied. Supervillain hummed beside them. He reached forward and plucked the pawn from the hospital and ran it between his fingers.

“Mmmm, does it have something to do with this?” Hero looked away from the map, lifting their head to stare at the news instead. Supervillain continued undeterred. “It is unfortunate what happened to Sidekick.”

“Don’t talk about them,” Hero snapped.

“What had to happen to them. They were interfering. Hot on Flynn’s scent, we had to dispose of—”

“Shut up,” Hero snarled, whipping their head to Supervillain, and stepping back away from him. “Stop fucking explaining everything you’re doing, or have done, to me like I want to hear your excuses!”

Supervillain cocked a brow at Hero’s outburst. He put the pawn back on top of the hospital, not taking his eyes off of Hero as he did. Hero searched Supervillain’s face, reading it for what he was thinking, and they didn’t like what they found. Realising their mistake too late they took a step back, trying to put some more space between them. Once they could put their weight on their back foot they could kick at Supervillain if he came at them.

Instead, Supervillain clasped his hands behind his back, chewing on words, looking for the best ones before he spoke. Everything was so measured. So controlled. It put Hero off, as if Supervillain was more machine than human.

His gaze wandered to the map, eyes running over everything with a critical eye. “Did you notice anything about the map?”

Hero frowned at the question, their attention turning back to the map as Supervillain walked around the table, stopping directly opposite Hero. They did a quick scan of it, their eyebrows knitting together. Did they miss something? No, they didn’t. The heroes know about the different territories. Maybe Supervillain giving away what heroes they thought were important with the chess pieces but other than that…

Hero’s eyes were drawn to the chess pieces, to the Hero HQ. King, two knights, a bishop, a rook. They saw the other rook and bishop somewhere else, but when they scanned the map again Hero realised what Supervillain was alluding to.

Hero hardened their gaze. “There’s no queen.”

“Very good,” Supervillain praised, and it felt like cockroaches crawled down the back of Hero’s neck. “The queen was far too meddlesome for my liking. Your perfect Sidekick you’ll note is still on the board, that was intentional.”

Hero raised their eyebrows at Supervillain in silent question and froze at his expression. There was no hint of anything human left in him, it was as Hero had imagined Supervillain to look like. Devoid of emotion and yet alive with a vibrant authority that made Hero want to hide away, to cower from — as if Hero was looking directly into the sun, eyes burning but they couldn’t look away.

“An incentive for you, Hero,” he said, his lips twitching up into a cold mockery of a smile. “A gift while you’re here, to make sure you follow the rules.”

Hero recoiled back a step, horror painting their features, as if Supervillain had killed a puppy in front of them and punched them at the same time instead of spoke.

“As long as you behave, well,” Supervillain continued, sea-green eyes drifting down to the pawn over central hospital. Hero’s heart thrummed in their chest and seemed to stop at Supervillain’s next words. “Let’s just say, Sidekick can remain on the board.”

Hero let out a shaky breath that was trapped in their chest, shaking their head. The chain between their cuffs rattled as their hands shook, tears pricking the back of their eyes as their gaze turned accusing and filled with a helpless-fuelled hatred.

“You— you’re threatening Sidekick’s life if I don’t do as you say?!” Hero demanded, voice teetering on the edge of hysterical.

Supervillain tilted his head, as if trying to understand Hero’s emotional response.

“I told you, Hero,” Supervillain began, walking around the table back towards Hero who was too focused on the pawn over the hospital. “We can be civil, this can be a beneficial relationship for us both. I can have you far away from the city, where I know you can’t interfere in the next stage of my plans, and you can rest easy knowing you’re saving Sidekick’s life.”

It was as if the world crumbled underneath Hero’s feet. They wanted nothing more than to collapse there and then, their body flooding with adrenaline as the weight of Supervillain’s words hit them.

It was all too much.

It all felt like too much.

Hero wanted to scream and cry, and punch something— no they wanted to punch Supervillain and Flynn because…

Hero flinched as a comforting hand came down on their shoulder, eyes widening slightly because when did Supervillain get that close.

“It’s a win-win, Hero.” Hero shrugged his hand off their shoulder and stepped back. Wet eyes filled with unshed tears met Supervillain’s sea-green eyes with a helpless kind of hatred. He smiled politely. “You’ll see,” he promised, “in time.”

Hero half expected Supervillain to gloat further, or press Hero on why they were nearly crying, maybe even be cruel and make fun of them. Supervillain walked passed Hero to the door that opened with a beep. Hero followed him with their eyes, biting the inside of their cheek and re-opening the wound.

“Let’s continue the tour, now that we have the unpleasantries out of the way.”

Hero stared at Supervillain, blinked and took a breath and started walking out the door without being prompted this time. They could feel Supervillain’s hungry gaze following them as they submitted compliantly, but what else was there to do? Now that he had threatened Sidekick, who was already in critical condition.

They wanted to be sick. After everything, Sidekick was only in hospital because Supervillain wanted to get to them. They wanted Flynn and Villain to capture Hero and bring them back here, where they— Hero swallowed the sob that threatened to climb their throat — where they would be… staying. Until Supervillain says otherwise.

It all felt so final, so formal, so decided when Hero didn’t make a decision. Supervillain was in control, that’s why he wanted to give Hero the “tour.” Not to show Hero around and let them see all the exits and escape routes, no. He wanted Hero to know that even if Hero knew the way out, even if they knew what doors would be locked and where the keys were, even if escape was within their reach — it didn’t matter.

They couldn’t leave.

If they left, Sidekick would be killed and it would be all their fault.

Again.

“Ah, Flynn,” Supervillain said behind Hero. Hero pulled themselves from their thoughts, raising their eyes to see Flynn standing at the corner between the cellar hall and hall that led to the dining room. He looked worried, his eyes not leaving Hero, who couldn’t quite meet his gaze. “Perhaps you’d like to show Hero to their room?”

Hero felt Flynn’s eyes on them, searching their face, imploring them to look at Flynn but they couldn’t. Their stomach was flopping like a fish out of water, threatening to throw their dinner up any moment.

“Uh, yes. I will, thanks.”

“No problem,” Supervillain replied, mirthful as he strode past Hero and down the hall towards Flynn. He clapped a hand on Flynn’s shoulder as he passed and shot one last look over his shoulder at Hero. Hero met his gaze once, fleetingly, then turned their head away again.

Flynn was the first to move, walking closer to Hero who stood like a kicked puppy in the middle of the hall. When Supervillain turned the corner he smiled a satisfied smile to himself.

It was so easy to get Hero’s defence to crumble, and now that Hero wasn’t a threat to his plans, well… the city was about to change.

Whether it wanted to or not.

*~*~*~*~*

Orphanage roll-call: @princess-bubble-blossom @morning-star-whump @revrevrew-personal @altvaggie

[nironlex]

nfwmb (fuel the pyre)

Years running an (alleged) hitman organization, Clarke has had plenty of instances with the law to last her a lifetime. What she hasn’t tired of yet, though, is seeing Lexa on top of the world, defending her in court and under her, everywhere else.

[enjoythesilentworld]

bonus content!

bc i wrote two options for this sentence and picked the other one to post officially. so this is an unofficial post. (yes i have at least 9 others in my inbox ok i’m getting to those)

send me a ship and a sentence and i’ll write five more! or ill write more than five and accidentally start planning a kink fic. yeah ok very jay-typical.

(below the cut bc… nsfw-ish. chat, are we rocking with handcuffs?)

Admittedly, he's had better ideas.

There was Simon’s birthday, with the lace, which had been delicious, and there was his birthday, with the silk, which had been even better.

And, okay, perhaps he should’ve tried it first in a less precarious place, where dropping the key meant it falling under the bed where he can’t reach. Perhaps he should’ve only done one wrist, rather than both, and perhaps not so tight because now they’re biting into his skin. Perhaps he should’ve just waited, or not done it so far before Simon’s meant to get home from work, because by the time Simon does walk through the door, and finds him, handcuffed to their bed frame, Wille is so tightly wound he could cry.

After a moment of staring bemusedly at Wille’s pleading face, Simon asks, “Would you like some help?” and he sounds teasing, except that Wille can tell by the way Simon’s hands clench into fists and the way his pupils dilate, that this may actually have been one of Wille’s best ideas. That fact becomes even more evident when Simon takes two steps forward, gaze flicking from Wille’s wrists, down across his heaving, bare chest, down, down, down.

“Simon,” Wille says, though it comes out as a whimper.

The smirk on Simon’s face grows, then he steps forward again, hand reaching out to hover over Wille’s face. Instinctively, Wille lurches forward, itching— dying to be touched after at least an hour of this, and the bed creaks with the movements and metal clicks and pulls taut, leaving at least half a foot between him and the one thing that can ease this fire.

Again, Wille says, “Simon,” still a whimper, now almost begging.

Simon’s hand drops another inch. Almost, almost enough to touch, but not quite, and Wille could scream. He can just feel the heat of Simon’s palm against his cheek, can just feel the electricity crackling between them.

“You’ve got yourself into quite a bind, haven’t you?”

Wille nods rapidly. Simon cocks his head to the side.

“Would you like me to let you out?”

For a moment, there is a deafening silence between them. Wille does not move, and neither does Simon. His hand stays where it is, his gaze stays where it is, locked on Wille.

Slowly, very, very slowly, Wille shakes his head.

“No.” He strains forward another inch, fighting the restraints. “Please.”

[leopardmask-ao3]

Day 3 - Zedaph

Drabble for @hermitadaymay.

He'd tried to tell them that doing Demise again might be a bad idea. 

Of course they hadn't listened. He'd been fine during the original, and he'd be fine this time, right? Zedaph finally relented - but asked once again to not be put under the bloodthirsty spell. He'd be having enough problems with feeling reaper-y anyway. 

Part of him questioned what the harm was in letting Zedeath loose for a while. It was probably fine, right? Ren didn't seem worried about Grim.

...He’d just... rather not, honestly. He even handcuffed himself for the first few days. Just to be sure.

[snowangeldotmp3]

still on my agent carter bullshit but genuinely the red room stuff in it is like. top tier. that scene where the girls are literally repeating Snow White in unison is chilling!!!

[0and0its0doctor0]

I'm dirty but you play clean

Aaron Hotchner x Fem! Reader

Summary: Handcuffs. Hotchner. Lack of clothing. Warnings: Light hints to smut. Not dirty but not clean either. NC-17 to be safe. WC: 281

You tug at your wrists that are cuffed above your head and feel panic start to set in, your breathing picking up slightly, your chest heaving with every quick inhale and exhale of air. You go to say something but quickly bite your lip instead not wanting to speak quite yet. “Shh. You’re okay.” A calm voice whispers in your ear. You feel a finger under your chin lifting your head up a little so you were looking straight into the dark eyes in front of you. “Are you okay?” The question is serious and you nod, a soft whimper leaving your bitten lips. The finger trails from under your chin, down the side of your neck, where fingers wrap gently around your throat and give it a light squeeze. “There’s my good girl.” Aaron’s breath is hot on your ear, his lips brush against the shell and he leaves open mouth wet kisses along the exposed skin stopping only when he reaches where his hand is gripping. He relishes in the way he can feel every time you swallow, every time you breathe. His other hand he places over your heart feeling your heartbeat beneath his fingertips. One hand reminds him you're still alive while the other plays with the fact he can easily take that life from you. He leans down and kisses your swollen bitten lips licking his way into your mouth. You still aren’t quite sure how you wound up on the bed handcuffed and naked while he still hasn’t removed his tie but you really weren’t going to complain because he was smiling and you would honestly do anything to keep that smile on his face.

[its-cosmerely-an-obsesh-wound]

Which Stormlight/Cosmere character(s) do you think make up your personality? Now give them a fanfic ship name in the comments or reblog with your ship name.

I'll go first: Eshalladin (Eshonai-Shallan-Kaladin)

[zakalwe-the-ninth]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Discworld - Terry Pratchett Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Havelock Vetinari/Samuel Vimes Characters: Samuel Vimes, Havelock Vetinari, Angua von Uberwald Additional Tags: Handcuffs, Flirting, Interrogation, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, spoilers for The Truth Summary:

Vimes’ eyes narrowed. “'You will agree...'?! Is this you consenting to stay arrested…?!”

“I thought it might help.” Vetinari looked at the colour rising in the other man's cheeks. “I see that it did not.”

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Flirty banter! Handcuffs! Vimes questioning his life choices!

Vimes and Vetinari are in a clandestine relationship, which makes things difficult when Vimes has to investigate him during the events of The Truth.

Another silly Friday fic.

[trashmouth-richie]

hiii babes !!

you should like totally write something where Eddie has you tied down on the bed completely nude and he's barely touching you. like only leaving soft kisses and it goes on for so long that you're sweaty and squirming cuz you need him so bad... <3

So, I took this and tweaked it a bit, adding some deliciousness to it 🫦 hope you enjoy

Eddie x Fem!Reader

W.C 1.6k

Warnings: NO MINORS! (Go away you little shits! OUT OUT!) handcuffs, nipple play, experimenting with 🧊, blindfolding, tongue rings, daddy kink! Slight breeding kink! Overstimulation, etc

The clink of the handcuffs jingling above your head are making a steady rhythm as you try to wiggle your way out from their cold grasp. The moment you stepped foot into the trailer tonight, Eddie’s big brown eyes became ferocious, desperate for you. He stripped off your clothes in a hurry but left your panties, “I’ll take care of these later.” His plump lips kiss an array of harsh suckling pecks down your neck. Grabbing the hem of his shirt you attempt to yank it upwards revealing his tattoo covered chest but your feeble attempts are stopped as Eddie tuts, “oh no baby this is about you tonight.”

That was 45 mins ago, since then Eddie has cuffed you to his bed posts, blindfolded you with the black bandana he always wore in his back pocket and tantalized every square inch of your body. Your pussy was throbbing with every kitten lick that came from his hot wet mouth, the cool bite of his pierced tongue leaving goose bumps on your trembling skin.

For Eddie it was all about the tease. Having you writhing beneath him, covered in his spit, begging him to just fuck you already, was a huge turn on. At one point he even left you helplessly ties up to his bed as he took a shower. Leaving you cuffed to his bed in seducing agony as he whistled beneath the stream of the shower head, happy as a clown. The blindfold made you feel disoriented, you couldn’t tell if it was day or night, going by sound only, you listened to find out what Eddie was doing.

You could hear the shower turn off as Eddie stepped out onto the linoleum floor. You could hear his wet footsteps pounding into the kitchen and opening up the fridge? No, the freezer, ice is being placed into a glass item either a cup or a bowl you weren’t sure. Eddie made his way back into his bedroom and sat down beside you.

He put a single ice cube in his mouth rubbing it along the heat of his tongue before plucking it between his two fingers and rubbing it around your nipples. The bitter cold of the ice makes your breath shutter in your chest. The sensation is arousing, mixing the heat of your skin with the cool melting cube makes your cunt ache. You moan his name as his now cool tongue descends to your panties. The ice being passed between his hands like a game of air hockey— your nipples the goals.

You can feel your panties soaking through to his sheets the closer he gets. You can hear the clanking of ice against Eddie’s tongue ring as another ice cube is added to his mouth. He lets the first melting ice cube sit between your chest as it sweats and melts from the inferno of your skin. Running his hands down to your panties he tickles your skin with light tingling touches.

“Please,” you beg as you thrust your hips up to him. Eddie kneads your thighs in a bruising manner, “please touch me.”

“Is my sweet little whore begging?” Eddie teases as he toys with your panties in his thick fingers. “Baby girl need me to stop teasing her— give in to her?” He runs his thick fingers against your pussy lips, so annoying close to where you need him but he again refuses.

Eddie grabs your panties in both hands and rips them off of your body. You hear him inhale as he shoves your panties in his face, “mmm goddamn baby, you smell so fucking good. These panties are dripping wet for me, open up for daddy.”

You open your legs wide for Eddie and get embarrassed when you hear him laugh, “not those pretty lips baby, the north ones.” You open your mouth wide as your own panties are shoved into it. “Fuck you look so good like that, mmm Jesus Christ.”

Another ice cube is added to Eddie’s mouth as he twists your nipples harshly, causing you to moan around the fabric of your once cute pink panties. Eddie dips below to your naked cunt keeping the ice cube in his mouth as his cold snake-like tongue slithers up into your folds. The sensitivity of your clit is maxed out as his tongue invasion of your pussy goes ten fold. You let out a muffled scream. He pushes the ice cube into your greedy hole with his tongue as he sucks and licks around it. You can feel the ice melting with the heat of your core. It’s equally making you squirm and shake at the combining temperatures Blowing his cool breath against the ice making you shiver and quake beneath him. You aren’t sure how long the ice cube is melting inside of you, the overwhelming feeling making you whimper and squirm. Eddie sucks the ice cube out of your tight cunt spitting it onto your belly as he continues to lap up the melted ice and the hot juices of your delicious pussy.

“Mmmm fuck, look how pretty my girl looks, all fucking red and ready for me. You ready for me baby? Ready to take every inch of my cock?” You nod your head mercilessly as you whimper and moan.

Eddie swipes his thick cock through your folds as he slams home into you. His thrusts are relentless into you as he seizes onto your hips. The panties are taken out of your mouth, “let me hear those sweet little moans baby, I want you to scream my name til my neighbors get nervous enough to call the fucking cops.”

“Eddie oh sh— fuck you’re so big,” you scream into the four poster cluttered walls of his bedroom. The tightness in your belly was begging to be let loose. You weren’t going to last long with how worked up you had been. Eddie spits onto your clit as he rubs fast circles against it. “Fuck I’m gonna cum, Eddie! Eddie! Oh fuck!” Your slick flows out of your body and onto Eddie’s cock as he bucks faster and faster into you.

“That’s my girl, cum for daddy, want me to fill you up with my cum? Make sure you’re mine forever? Hmm? Fuck, you’re so tight after you cum, t-tell me you’re mine baby, tell me you’re all mine.” Eddie's momentum falters as he’s clinging to the last bit of sanity before his orgasm hits.

“I’m yours baby, nobody else’s!” You scream as the power of overstimulation courses through your body.

“Shit, fuck— oh, fuck.” Eddie’s hot cum fills up your cool pussy as he shudders through his release.

Taking a few ragged breaths you utter, “Ice? Eddie seriously? Ice?! I thought I was going to get hypothermia!”

“Sorry babe,” Eddie quips as he undoes the handcuffs and removes the bandana, “it was for a science project.”

“Science project? Eddie, you aren’t taking any science classes this semester!”

“For church then?” Eddie says with a smirk on his face.

“Jesus Christ” you mutter under your breath as you sit up on his bed rubbing your wrists.

“…Is my Lord and sav—ow! No teeth! ” Eddie whimpers as you bite his shoulder.

🧊

As always, dividers by @firefly-graphics

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

Community movie scene where Buzz Hickey shows up just so Abed can punch him in the face

[medusapelagia]

Handcuffs

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Angst with happy ending

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“Come on Steve! It was just a joke!” “Don’t fucking talk to me, Munson.” “How many times do I have to tell you how sorry I am?” “Don’t. Fucking. Talk. To. Me.” Ok. That’s bad. He is really pissed. It was only a joke! Eddie thought it was funny putting a pair of handcuffs in Steve’s luggage! Thought they could have fun later on when Steve would have opened his luggage in their room. Now, after Steve spent more than an hour dealing with the airport security, it doesn’t seem so fun anymore. “I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t think…” “That’s the problem with you, Munson. You never think.” Fuck that hurt. “You know what? Fuck you, Harrington, ok? Do you wanna be pissed? So be it! I’m not going to follow you around like a fucking puppy!”

Then he turns around, going back to the VIP area where the other members of the band are eating at the buffet. “He is still pissed?” Gareth asks with a big chunk of sandwich in his mouth. “Yeah. It was just a stupid prank, ok? I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.” Gareth shrugs “You know he is royalty. He is too good for us.” Eddie nods, asking for a beer and sitting back at the table with them. “Buckley?” He asks Nancy, who is looking at him very seriously. “With Steve.” “Come on! He is not a fucking child, ok? He can deal with a couple of security guys, ok?” Nancy keeps glaring at him while Dustin gets closer to him “A word, Eddie. Please.” He sighs loudly and follows Dustin to a secluded area of the lounge. “What? Are you going to harass me too for a stupid prank?” “Eddie. You know what happened at the Starcourt a few years ago. Don’t you?” “The mind flayer thing?” He asks, confused. “Yeah, but I was referring to what happened to Steve with the Russians.” “Oh, you mean when he discovered that the Russians were trying to open another portal to the Upside Down?” Dustin looks at him confused “You don’t know. You really don’t know!” He exclaims looking at him astonished while Eddie is still trying to understand what he is missing. A slap on his face takes him by surprise, while a very angry Robin Buckley is glaring at him. “How the fuck could you think that was funny?” “Ok. It’s clear that we don’t have the same idea of joking ok? Now can we fucking forget about it and go on with our lives?” Eddie asks, he is starting to get really pissed. He didn’t kill anyone for Christ's sake! “Robin! Ho doesn’t know!” Dustin intervenes, getting between the two of them. “Listen, Dustin, I know Eddie is like your favorite person but what he did to Steve was horrible and..” “He doesn’t know about” he lowers his voice “the Russian” “What the fuck do you mean? anyone knows about it! I mean… we all know about it.” “Can you tell me once and for all what the fuck are you talking about? And stop it with this mysterious shit. The Upside Down is no longer a problem.” Eddie stops, staring at Steve who has red puffy eyes but keeps smiling like nothing is wrong. “What the fuck?!” he murmurs while Robin leaves them and goes to Steve, sitting with him at one of the tables in the back. Dustin grabs Eddie by his arm and whispers in his ear “Steve was tortured by Russians. Like really tortured. Like they beat him until he was unconscious and drugged him. That kind of torture. And Robin had to watch. That’s how they bonded.” Tortured? By Russians. “I didn’t…” “Can you understand how scary it was for him to be held for an hour by the security who asked him questions he didn’t know how to answer?” Holy fucking shit. He totally fucked up. He has to apologize, but Robin is guarding him like a lioness her cubs, so he has to wait until they get on the plane. Steve's seat is at his side.

[wishitweresummer]

Sap’s Cuffs (Sapnap x Quackity x KarlJacobs)

Word Count: 2272

This one takes place in the DSMP Minecraft world where the three are engaged and very very happy together. (Hmph!)

Warning: Very intense tickling and use of restraints. Feet tickles.

     “So, I wanted to propose an idea for tonight.", Sapnap grinned as innocently as he could at his fiancés. They were all sat down for a dinner of mushroom soup and carrots. The other two stayed quiet and gave him room to talk. He only squirmed nervously in his seat.

"Yeah Sap?", Karl encouraged softly and then gave a little side eye to Quackity.

"What's got you so nervous?".

Sapnap took a breath and explained how he was hoping tonight he could handcuff the two together and then tickle them. Karl flushed and Quackity shook his head quickly, both men with wide eyes at the idea.

"You have been such a menace with the tickles lately! We didn't even fight back last time!", Quackity argued lightly. There was no heat in his words, though. Karl couldn’t help but giggle. An excited nervous energy crept into all of them like it always did when a new idea for something like this was suggested. This one being so tickle-focused added an extra shiver down everybody’s spines. Sapnap laughed.

"Well, it's just we got those handcuffs and we haven't really been putting them to use! I've been thinking about this a lot.".

Quackity and Karl whispered back and forth while Sapnap waited, sipping his soup slowly. They really had fun with it. Gasping dramatically and shaking their heads wildly while looking Sapnap up and down. He squirmed under their gazes.

"Guys!", he huffed, finally. They laughed.

So, they made a plan. Sapnap absolutely had to go first. Tonight would be dedicated to Quackity and Karl's ticklish revenge.

~•~

     As they got Sapnap in just his basketball shorts with his hands cuffed behind him on his knees on the bed, they told him about all the times just this month he had tickled them with no mercy. Somehow, it was the worst teasing he had ever experienced. He had been so hard on them recently...he was screwed.

"The other week when we were all getting cozy on the couch and kissing and you derailed everything by tickling me, and then you guys tortured me forever! You got my wings and my back, too!". Quackity shook his head while he brushed the sock fuzz off of Sapnap's bare feet. Sapnap shivered.

"The other day when we were cuddling waiting for Quackity to come home and you decided to instead pass the time by counting my ribs against my will! Poor ducky came home to screaming!", Karl said as he tested the tightness of Sapnap's cuffs. He wanted him contained, but comfortable. They went on and on going through each and every instance of Sapnap tickling them, right up until last night where he had promised them massages and instead tortured both of their worst spots. Sapnap had never felt butterflies like this before.

     Quackity adjusted their bedroom lights to his preferred slightly-darker setting while Karl guided Sapnap onto his back with his cuffed hands in the softest pillow they had. He nervously chewed his lip while he stared at the ceiling. He was trying his best to not think about what it was going to be like to have the tickles start while he laid defenseless…and he was failing. Karl caught his gaze and kissed his warm cheek.

"Remember your safeword?", he whispered. Sapnap giggled and rolled his eyes.

"Blaze.". Karl nodded and kissed Sapnap’s lips, both of them melting into the feeling for a moment. They both smiled at the slow and gentle affection. Sapnap squirmed as Karl pulled away after a few seconds. "I love you guys.", he whispered.

"We love you too, Sap-master.", he said softly and then smooched a bunch of loud tickly kisses into the side of his neck, quickly drawing frantic giggles from him. As if on cue, a giggly Quackity leaped onto the bed and startled them both.

"Who's ready for tickle tortureeee!!!", he yelled. Sapnap writhed in place as the giggles kept pouring out. The two grinned at each other knowingly.

"Yes!".

"Let's go!!".

"We gave him the giggles!!!". The two cheered as Sapnap laughed now.

"You guys…are idiots!".

                                          ~•~

     This wasn't the first time Sapnap had been restrained with the handcuffs, but it is the first time he had ever been tickled with the restraint. He had been pinned pretty well before, but the feeling the handcuffs left him with was surprising. He couldn't break out of handcuffs. He couldn't trick the handcuffs into letting go of him. The first round of real tickling was shocking.

     The two had started on his sensitive legs and really focused in on them. Each were sat on their knees at either side of his mostly-bare legs. He was already giggling from the teasing and anticipation. He didn't always get like this, but this entire scenario had him reeling.

Quackity latched onto his bare thigh with zero warning and started squeezing roughly, Sapnap wheezed before falling back into laughter.

"Quackity!!!", he wailed. Karl giggled and let his touch be slightly softer, grabbing up and down the meatiest part of Sapnap's other thigh. The legs jumped and twitched under the awful touch and Sapnap was already beside himself with laughter. It hit him just how helpless he was. He screamed for mercy.

"Oh please! We know you can handle more than that!", Quackity laughed.

"It's so bad!!! Move! Please!!".

"No. I want to tickle riiiight here.", Karl teased. He leaned down and nibbled on the ticklish skin and Sapnap squealed.

"Ugh, love that noise.", Quackity said as he moved down and teased at his kneecaps. Sapnap was twisting and jerking against the bed helplessly as the desperate laughter poured out of him. Hiccups punched through each new round of laughs and the other two praised him for being so cute. Which only made things worse.

"What? Where do you want us to move to?".

"Anywhere!", Sapnap whined.

"Anywhere?".

"Nonono-", Sapnap backtracked quickly at Karl’s dangerous tone. They started to flip him over. Despite his protests, he could only let them. Quackity giggled and adjusted the pillow so Sapnap wasn't suffocating.

"I have a bad feeling about...NO DON'T!!!".

Quackity looked back to see Karl holding one of Sapnap's ankles in a headlock.

"Oooh!", he trilled as he followed his lead and scooped up the other ankle.

"Guys, come on!!!", Sapnap wiggled pathetically, his cuffed hands grabbing at the air behind his back. The butterflies were taking over again. His feet were his worst spot.

Within a few seconds Sapnap was twisting and writhing against the bed as he screamed with laughter. No pleas could compete with the laughter that tore out of him. His mind fuzzed as he completely lost control.

His feet were bad.

They were so bad.

He was going to die.

But, he still couldn't beg for it to end. A few embarrassing snorts slipped out as Karl skittered his colorful nails against his heel. The tickle monsters giggled in delight.

"Lil piggy?".

"Little piggy!!!", Karl gasped as he made a fun connection in his mind. Sapnap wailed dramatically before slipping into a stunted silence, his whole body shuddering before the laughter barked its way out again. "This little piggy went to the market...", Karl teased. Sapnap squeezed his eyes shut as tears started to flow down his hot cheeks.

Karl wiggled each toe playfully while Quackity scribbled his nails into the other sole, them both singing the childish song together. A deadly tease. Sapnap doesn't think he had ever felt like this before. Well...he can't think. The sheet beneath his face was soaked with his tears. His body moved without his permission, the ticklish sensation driving every single jerk and squirm. His laughter surprised him. It had never been like this, so laced with wheezes and snorts that only seemed to encourage his fiancés.

"Wee wee wee!!! All the way home!!!", the two sang. Sapnap felt their hands crawl quickly up his legs and tickle together into the back of his thighs mercilessly. Sapnap could only squeal like a pig himself.

But, he seemed to have earned himself a small break. He whimpered through his gasps for air as the two whispered between each other somewhere behind him. His mind was barely working, but he caught words like 'really' and 'tickle' and 'safeword'. He barely processed any of it. His toes were still scrunching to try and get rid of the ghost tickles that remained. He felt a firm hand close over both sets of toes to help and he sighed in relief.

He squeaked as he suddenly felt Karl's sweet tickly kisses cross the back of his neck.

"Nooo!", he whined softly as he squirmed. Quackity coo'ed and ruffled Sapnap's hair.

"You're so cute oh my god.".

Sapnap scrunched and broke down into squeaky hysterical giggles as the two expertly placed the most ticklish of kisses along his shoulders, neck, and ears. They must have done a bit of strategizing before this. This was a move Quackity and Sapnap used on Karl all the time and he suddenly wanted to give him a million apologies because he could hardly breathe being suffocated by so much affection and tickles at once. He wouldn't survive, he was sure.

One of Quackity's kisses found Sapnap's wet cheek.

"We make you cry?", Quackity kissed Sapnap's ear as he nodded. "Cuuuute.", he whispered into it, dragging some adorable whining out of him. "Tears of joy, I presume.", Quackity broke out the fake high pitched British accent as he diverted for the playful route. Sapnap squealed at a well placed smooch to his jaw and the two joined in on the giggles.

"This was really such a great idea Sapnap.", Karl spoke up. He wasn't sure if the squirmy man could hear him, but he didn't mind. He smiled down at his fingers as they jabbed and poked along the ribs that were exposed perfectly for him with Sapnap's facedown position. Sapnap's sharp gasp-y laughter was beautiful. Quackity made a small contented hum as he mirrored Karl's rib tickles on the other side. Sapnap cried out and pattered his feet into the bed as he grew more and more hysterical.

"Pleaseee!!!".

"Please more?", the two didn't miss a beat and teased him in sync before laughing.

"Shut up!!!". Sapnap whined before clenching his cuffed fists and shaking violently as they prodded into a particularly sensitive pair of ribs. His laughter rose a few octaves and he twisted back and forth. The merciless rib tickling was only made worse with every twist and Sapnap only drove himself more crazy.

"His little hands are so cute when they do that!".

~•~

They had failed to set any kind of timer for this event and if you asked, none of them would be sure how long they tickled Sapnap for. They all indulged in the different emotions it pried out of each of them. Sapnap had no thoughts, just ‘that tickles!’. He trusted his fiancées, and they knew his spots and reactions well. They helped each other and took him apart as a team. Expert finger placements and shocking kisses, teases that flustered him beyond anything he was prepared for. Quackity finding ways to be funny and charming even while literaly torturing him. Karl being so so mean, but still somehow adorable and innocent. Sapnap’s laughter was one of the most amazing things to them both. His blush was adorable. His reactions and begs kept them chasing for more. While they’ve had him pretty helpless before, this was the most he had ever been at their mercy. And, they didn’t give much.

~•~

Sapnap found himself on his back. The two were at either side of him and smiling.

"Ready for the big finale?". Sapnap shook his head no, giggly and breathless.

"Oh...you want us to keep going? Forever?", Karl teased.

"No!!". Everyone laughed.

"It's going to be one minute. 60 seconds. Are you ready?".

"I'm ready.", he said. His voice small.

He was not actually ready, for the record.

The minute was a blur as the two put everything they had into tickling Sapnap silly. Quackity's soft golden feathers between his toes. Nibbles across his ribcage. Fingers wiggling into his armpits. Raspberries on his tummy and sides. Smooches all over. All Sapnap could do was give in to the laughter. It took him and threatened to never bring him back. His cheeks reddened and might never calm down. The nerves that were vibrating underneath his skin were screaming at every touch.

In an instant, it was over.

As Sapnap laid limp against the bed, his fiancé’s firm hands tried to soothe him a bit. Carefully working away any ghost tickles that kept the man squirming. Quackity unlocked the cuffs and rubbed Sapnap's wrists.

     He had survived.

     The cuddle session after all that was unmatched. The warmth and love. The trust. The playfulness. Sapnap was like a space heater between them.

“You did so good. Did you have fun Sappy?”, Quackity nuzzled his nose into the hair above Sapnap’s ear as he whispered. His blush rushed back as the giggles started again, shoving his face in Quackity’s neck to hide it.

“Awww!”, the two coo’ed. They cuddled in real close and gave Sapnap little praises as Karl played with his hair. It took a few minutes, but eventually Sapnap’s pulse slowed down and he found himself able to relax.

“I love you guys.”, Sapnap mumbled happily before slowly going limp against Quackity, finally succumbing to the sleepiness. The other two nearly melted at how adorable their blaze-hybrid was.

All three slept cozily wrapped together. Only dreams of tickles and love.