#logan's hearing and vision are sensitive

[obihoebikenobi]

Logan can't sleep.

It's too damn loud in the apartment. The sound of cars racing by, police sirens, whispers of the late night crowd wandering the streets from club to bar to taxi.

He can hear it all, sensitive ears picking up each sound through Wade's thin window panes. The flicker of lights doesn't help, adding to the sensation of too fucking much.

It makes Logan tense, makes his skin crawl, makes adrenaline course through his veins despite his attempts to tamp it down. For so long he'd been living in the outskirts of population, avoiding the influx resentful stares that came with cities.

So Logan can't sleep, hasn't slept, save for the few moments of overwhelming exhaustion dragging him over the ledge into the shallow depths of muted sleep. It's only ever for a short while, never long enough to cure him of the heavy-limbed pull of weariness.

Instead, he paces, watches raindrops trail down the windows, scours the apartment for something to fidget with until the first glimmer of sunlight replaces the dark and he can take the dog for a walk.

But of course, eventually Wade notices, because Wade notices everything.

Before Logan has a chance to protest, Wade has purchased a set of noise cancelling headphones, and an extra cot to shove in the corner of Al's bedroom which sits further from the busy street so he can try to sleep more during the day while she's gone and he isn't in danger of hurting her in his sleep.

Wade makes him a cup of warm tea every night, feeds Logan a full meal of pasta and bread, sets up black-out curtains and pulls them closed an hour or two before they head to bed. Wade takes him out on runs, lowers the temperature in the apartment a couple of degrees, runs Logan a bath a couple nights a week when he sees the anxious tremor in Logan's hands.

Wade presses himself close when they crawl into bed, holds him without teasing and Logan lets him do it without a cursory excuse.

It takes time, days and weeks, but it works.

Sleep comes, not easy but easier, and Logan finds himself relaxing into the schedule, into the grounding arms that curl around his side and pull him close under the sheets.

It's getting better because of Wade, the same Wade who looks at Logan like he hung the goddamn stars. Logan looks back at him the same way, because Wade is surprisingly gentle, and Logan hasn't felt gentleness in years.

There's a burning sensation deep in Logan's chest one night as he drifts in the hazy waves of interrupted sleep. Something like fondness, need, reverence, affection.

He decides to tell Wade in the morning.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

all im saying is ✨Logan with a knot✨ and Wade overstimulating you bc you cant get away -🦐

shrimp anon more like shrimp COLORS bro your vision is INSANE!!!!!!

soooo idk conventional a/b/o rules and i kinda don't care so im picturing a heat cycle as once a month endeavour. and bc you're on T you're a HORNY motherfucker and you're angry and violent so it's basically whoever can get their hands on you or knot in you first will take care of you. then as long as you get bred at least once you're fine. then you calm down and it's big aftercare hours bc your post-heat clarity endorphins are going CRAZY

now since your heat only comes once a month, wade treats it as a special occasion. and it wouldn't be fair of him to do the honors EVERY month, now would it?

so even though he's home with you, and logan's not, and won't be for a while, wade wilson will refuse to fuck you. it's not his turn. he did it last month.

and your heat is MISERABLE. imagine the worst period cramp you ever had, combined with hot flashes, searing rage, and it gives your cunt the sensitivity of a fucking bear trap. you'll clamp down on anything that touches you.

so no matter how much you suffer. no matter if you scream, cry, beg, grovel, bite, or commit acts of gratuitous violence against him.

he will hold out.

he will hold out until logan gets home and finds you naked, cuffed to the bed by your hands and ankles, a chewy ball-gag in your mouth getting crushed by your gritting teeth, and wade's holding a wand vibrator to your cunt.

he waves gayly at logan, "hey pinkie pie, merry christmas! wanna come open your gift?"

"jesus christ, are you fucking torturing him?! the hell is wrong with you?!"

"with ME?! where's your holiday spirit?"

logan just stares at him blankly, puzzled by what this psychotic dipshit could possibly be talking about. in response, and in the spirit of the season, wade sings him a song.

"🎼it's the mooost wonderful tiiiiime, of the mooonth~!🎵"

now he gets it.

"oh... okay. so then why did you tie him down like that?"

"well, we had a little INCIDENT earlier..."

--

you had managed to grab one of wade's guns and shot him in the chest

"OW!!! you RESOURCEFUL little shit!!! GRRR, oh~ mysweetboybabydarling i'msoproudofyou, butnoi'mnot, BAD BOY!!!"

--

"no, i mean why didn't you take care of him your-fucking-self, wilson? you really gotta make this my problem as soon as i walk in the fuckin' door?"

"your PROBLEM?! i hand you some prime-time, limited-edition, hot and bothered, ripe for the breeding, tranny boy BUSSY on a silver platter, and that's somehow NOT where your dick wants to spend its evening? am i hearing that right? please tell me i'm not. please tell me you're not this stupid, pookie bear."

instead of arguing back, logan goes quiet. he's thinking. and then, he laughs. that low, husky laugh that you have when you're marveling at the nerve of whatever dumb motherfucker is talking to you. or maybe, when that dumb motherfucker is making a point.

"heh... y'know what? fine." logan angrily strips his clothes off, one by one. his tanktop, "you want me to be the one to knot him? huh?" his belt, his jeans "can't do anything yourself, can ya?" and lastly, his boxers. then he grabs his cock and shakes it at wade.

"so then get me hard, you faggot." he clicks his tongue twice. "c'mon."

wade throws himself at logan's knees and gives him that gawkgawk4000turbotyphoon treatment to get him up. logan sighs in relaxation, grateful that wade was putting his mouth to such better use. once his eyes flutter open, he nods at you, finally giving you even a modicum of attention while you're under intense distress, and he merely waves at you nonchalantly, like how a pedestrian does to a car that lets him cross.

"hang tight, bub. be with ya in a second."

wade works him over until his knot is just barely starting to swell. he then takes his fattened cock and slaps wade across the face with it.

"take his chains off."

"hm... are you sure you want me to do that, princess? he's feisty, y'know. might get yourself bit, if you're not careful."

logan slaps wade again, but this time it's a bitchslap, using the back of his hand. and his claws.

"take. his fucking. chains off."

"mmm, right AWAY, your majesty~!"

[httpscomexe]

Ensnared 3

Summary: You’ve never been one to follow your dreams, and for a reason. But after you finally learn the truth, you know there’s no turning back.

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Parings: Yandere!Logan Howlett x PlusSize!Reader

Warnings: (Individual warnings per chapter) THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER. Implication of death, panic, anxiety, lies, language, description of death, fever dreams, reader can see into the future, description of past injury, blood, violence, hallucinations, yandere, this is getting dark already. I beg of you, read the warnings, and MINORS do NOT interact. This chapter is NOT suited for people of a young age or anyone who cannot stand the description of death including blood. I will not change my fic plans because somebody decided not to read the warnings. Thank you.

Tags: @sammyluvsfics

Word Count: 3426 (Find all chapters here) Chapter 4

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P.P.S. Everything with a gruesome description or horrifying act will also be in bold italic.

I CANNOT stress it enough, do NOT read this if you are sensitive.

You don’t know where you are when you wake up.

It felt surreal. Or like a horribly placed fever dream.

It was dark. You couldn’t see anything, but you felt a cold breeze as the feeling of ice cold air brushed your bare shoulder.

One thing was for sure.

You weren’t in the mansion.

You were someplace else. Somewhere you’ve never been before.

Then there’s a blood boiling scream from outside of the room you were in, your vision starting to adjust to the darkness just as the door swings open. The light from the outside of the room is bright, but something about your vision didn’t seem real.

“Get the fuck on the bed!” A voice says as a girl is dragged into the room by her hair, then a booming sound before another scream erupts from the girl's throat. “I said get the fuck on the bed!” The man shouts again as the girl quickly scrambles to her feet, a limp now in her step before she makes it to the bed, quickly crawling next to you but you scramble back a little.

“What-!” Is all you can manage. The man and woman seem to be shadows as they get closer, they don't have a face. 

And they also don’t seem to see you.

“Please!” The girl screams as the man crawls on top of her, his gun pointed under her jaw with his index finger resting on the trigger of the weapon. “I’ll behave! I’m sorry!” She shouts, a little too loud for his liking as he raises his hand and brings the back of his hand straight against her cheek, causing her to yelp in pain.

“Just shut the fuck up.” He growls, but his voice seems more distant as he says each word. Then the room seems to still, and when you look up again, both faceless shadows are staring at you. The distant sound of a thousand whispers crowding your brain.

But then it all goes quiet.

Too quiet…

You turn your head left and right, moving quickly until your back is against the headboard of the bed. And nothing happens for a moment.

Everything is still, and your eyes are once again trying to adjust to the darkness.

Then you hear footsteps… Quick, light, footsteps.

“RUN!” It screams, the bloodied white face with dark black eyes staring into your soul before quickly disappearing in the dark, but you continue to scream, tears streaming down your face, but whispers continue to scream in your ears as you cry, covering your ears with your palms as they scream wake up.

“Wake up-“

“WAKE UP!”

“Wake up bubba, come on…”

Your eyes shoot open, and you sit up so fast you’re surprised you don’t get whiplash as a force tries to keep you down.

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down.” A voice tells you, and you finally start to come back to your senses.

“Stop!” You try to scream, but a hand covers your mouth as weight presses down on your entire body. You could breathe, but you were terrified.

“Shh… Honey you’re okay…” A voice tells you, the softness calming you down along with the gentle strokes as he brushes your hair with his fingers, massaging your scalp gently, finally getting you to calm down. Your eyes landing on Logans, reality coming back to you as you realise his hand is laid over your mouth, and his body was laid over yours.

“L-” You mumble behind his hand, and he removes it as he realises you’re calmed down. “Logan?” You whisper, looking around the room. “What- What happened?”

“I don’t know, I think you were having a nightmare. You were talking then you started screaming and crying so I just-” He blurts it all out at once, his fingers gently but urgently combing through your hair as if calming you was the most important thing in his life, and his lips kissing around your face everywhere but your lips with urgency, making you scrunch up a little but you begin to giggle, his kisses tickling your face and stopping your tears.

“Lo- Logan I’m okay…” You tell him and he places one last kiss to your cheek, lasting a little longer than the others, you can feel how tense he is, and looking down you can see how his muscles flex, genuine worry showing on his face. “Can you get off please?”

He does, pushing himself up and off of you, lying back next to you as you sit up.

“How’s your leg?” He asks, sitting up next to you and leaning over your lap to inspect your thigh. You look over at his alarm clock, it was already four in the morning, you suddenly felt bad for waking him so early, but he seemed so intent on making sure you were alright.

“It definitely needs to be replaced, you might’ve broken a stitch when you were struggling.” He tells you, getting up from the bed and leaving to his bathroom to retrieve something, and you take a peek at your thigh, it was bleeding through the bandage the nurse had put on it definitely needed to be replaced.

“Yea, okay.” You move off the bed a little, making an effort to stand and it hurts your leg as you do. You hear a drawer close and look up to see Logan standing in thought. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have my bandages here, I think they’re back at my place.”

“Your place?” You limp over to him, and he nods as his eyes move to look at him.

“Yea, I go there a lot.” He sighs a little. “I can go down to the nurses office, but it might be locked right now.” You nod a little.

“It’s probably locked. Do you have anything in your car maybe?”

“I don’t. If you want, we can both head down to my place though, then come back before morning.” You think about it. You really didn’t want to leave the mansion.

“Can I just stay here? I’m tired. I’ll just wrap it with an old shirt for now.” You shrug and he nods, going to his dresser and pulling out an old shirt, but you could see the disappointment in his eyes. You knew he wanted you to go with him, but you didn’t feel… right…

He bends down, wrapping the shirt around your thigh to at least prevent some of the bleeding.

“Of course you can stay, I’ll be gone a few hours, but I’ll be back before the nurse wakes up.” He tells you. “I just… have to get something then I’ll be on my way.” He comes back to you, hugging you before going to leave the room. “Get some sleep.” He tells you, then leaves the room. You limp back to the bed. Of course you weren’t going to actually attempt to go back to sleep. You lie awake for a solid hour before your body tells you to rest. Your vision going black as sleep finally chases you. He will be back tomorrow morning.

“Help.”

You hear a whisper, and your eyes shoot open again, and your back in the room.

“Y/N, you need to hide.” The voice was scared, the girl sounded as if she had been crying. But she sounded so… familiar… 

“Don’t listen to him.” You couldn’t see who was talking, but it sounded so familiar, like it was a voice you heard every day. Your dreams have always been known to be right. But normally they aren’t so… demonic.

“HELP!” The voice screams. It was in pure agony.

“He’ll kill you! He’ll-!”

The voice cuts off, a loud bang replacing her cries.

You look back and forth, expecting another face to pop in front of you, scaring the absolute shit out of you again. But it doesn’t happen.

So you take the risk.

You get off the bed, the sound of the floor creaking sounds distant as you make your way to the door. Taking a deep breath before placing your palm on the handle, but pausing.

You know it’s a dream… but… it all felt so real.

You take the risk, opening the door and taking a single step out, the hinges on the door also sounding distant as you make your way down the void of a hall. Everything black except a light hanging from a single chain, lighting up the dark void as a tall figure stands under it.

“Hello?” You didn’t understand why you bothered speaking, obviously your dreams wouldn’t be able to hear you.

“Sit. Down.” The figure tells you, a chair suddenly coming to form. But you don’t move. “I said sit down!” It yells, and you move quickly to the chair, but it seems as if you’re forced to rather than moving at your own will, like the vision has control of your body.

The moment you look back up though, you’re staring down the barrel of a gun, and you freeze.

“Why don’t you just listen to me, bub? After everything I’ve done for you!” You’re pushed back in the chair, and it tips over as you fall to the floor. Another room around you as you stay on the floor, your palms against the ground.

You stand up quickly, almost tripping over something on the ground as you look down at your hands, some sort of liquid on your hands before your eyes trail down to the floor again, and you scream.

“Vincent?” You get to your knees, your hands hesitantly hovering over her as you look down at her, her eyes open in shock, and her jaw slack, and her face white.

“Her-” Her voice cracks.

“What?”

“Her!” She screams now, then she continues to scream the word, over and over, until it was ringing in your head.

“Her! Her! Her! Her! Her! Her! Her! Her! Her! Her! Her! Her!”

“STOP!” You scream, your hands covering your ears, and your eyes closed tight.

And then it stops.

Your eyes open. Vincent's face barely an inch from yours, tears streaming down her face, her mascara running down with her tears. And a trail of blood seeping down from the hole in her forehead, running down the centre of her nose until it stopped at her open, chapped lips.

“Why would you be interested in someone like her?”

You inhale a deep breath, as if you were being held under water, and a pain to your thigh causes you to knee something hard.

“Fuck!” Logan stumbles back, one of his hands holding his nose as his other hand curls into a fist at his side, and you immediately stumble forward towards him, ignoring the pain shooting through your body as you put pressure into your leg.

“Shit I’m sorry Logan, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay.” He tells you, gently grabbing your shoulders and steadying you. “Get back on the bed, I was wrapping your thigh.” He demands, harsher than he means to and you look down at your thigh, the original bandage taken off, your wound currently exposed.

Vincent.

“Okay.” You move back, sitting half on the bed so your thigh is accessible.

“Thank you…” He mumbles, leaning down as he uses the bandages he placed on the table to wrap your thigh after spreading some cream over the wound.

“I’m sorry Logan…” You whisper, looking up at him as his eyes flicker over to you.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. But what's been going on honey?” He finishes, then sits next to you on the bed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you against his side.

“I don’t know Logan… It’s really hard to explain. I think I need to talk to Xavier.”

“Oh come on.  Maybe it’ll help you clear your conscience.”

You sigh. Not sure if it was the best idea.

“I can see the future. But not clearly.”

“So…” He pauses for a moment, trying to understand you. “You can heal people, and you can see into the future. But not completely?”

“I can’t even heal people the way you think I can.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I heal people, yes, it removes their injuries, but it transfers it onto my body.”

“So… essentially. If someone was stabbed, and you ‘heal’ them-” He makes air quotes with his fingers. “-the stab wound would be transferred onto your body?”

You nod. “Yea, and normally in my visions I can’t see faces, only shadows… But this time-” You pause, not sure if you should tell him. Vincent was dead.

“Bub?”

Bub?

“Sorry-” You come back looking into his eyes. He- “-I just… I really need to find Xavier.” You tell him, quickly standing up and making your way to the door, ignoring the burning pain in your leg as you basically jog out of his room, and head straight towards Xaviers office.

“Hey are you- Umph-!” You throw yourself at him, streams of tears falling from your eyes as his hand gently rubs your back. “Hey sugar what’s wrong?” He asks, guiding you over to sit on his desk as he pulls you off of him and pulls some tissues out of a box to wipe the tears from your face. “What’s going on?” He asks again, and you finally find it in you to speak.

“I- I don’t know what’s going on. I was sleeping, then she was shot. And Vincent was dead. There was blood, so much blood. Then Lo-” You pause, not wanting to use his name yet.

“I don’t know what you’re describing at all right now.”

“My dream, I had a dream.”

“About Vincent being dead?”

“Yes, and-”

“I haven’t seen Vincent today.”

You pause. What?

“Have you?” He asks, gently pushing some hair behind your ear as you shake your head.

“Professor X-” Another student walks in, both of your heads turning towards the door to see the confused look on her face. Only then did you realise the position you were in. Sitting on Xaviers table, your legs open, with him sitting in between them.

Just as the student leaves, about to awkwardly close the door as Xavier is stepping out from between your legs, the door is held open, and Logan steps in, closing the door behind him as his eyes watch Xavier move away from you, his pupils blasting before he speaks.

“I just got a call from Vincent, she needed some help with her car, it isn’t starting.” She’s suspended. You remember, a relieved sigh leaving your throat, not acknowledging the sideways look Logan throws at you.

“What’s wrong with her car?” You ask.

“Flat tire.”

“Can I come with you?”

“You know you two don’t get along.”

“We will, I promise.”

Run.

“Are you okay?” Xavier asks suddenly, and your eyes flicker over to him.

“Yea why?”

“You blanked for a second there.”

You look around the room, taking a deep breath.

“I just think I… I really need to get out for a few hours, Logan. Please?”

He gives Xavier a look, but Xavier hesitates, looking back at you before mouthing are you sure?

You nod, hopping off the desk as you walk up to Logan. “Please?” You ask, grabbing his hand.

“Okay, but no fighting. We’ll see you later Xavier.” They exchange their goodbyes, and you both leave the office.

If you can get to Vincent, and convince her to leave, then maybe you could save her. Maybe he won’t hurt her. And maybe she’ll still be alive. You know she must still have to be alive, since Logan has been with you all day and night now.

You get into his car, an old rusted pickup truck, locking in your seatbelt before he takes off.

Wait… No he hasn’t- he left to get bandages.

“Hey Vin, what’s going-?” He pauses, no one in the car. You don’t leave his truck, he asked you not to in case you both started fighting.

“Is everything okay?” You shout out the window and he looks back over at you.

“She’s not here.” He shouts back, getting back into the driver seat.

“Why would she leave if she knew you were coming?”

“I don’t know hun.” He checks his phone, a new message popping up on his screen, from Vincent, and you peek over at it.

“Alright, stay here, I’m gonna connect it to the truck.” He puts his phone down in the centre and gets out of the truck again, opening the back to get something about before slamming it shut, the sound making you jump a little in your seat, and a clicking sound happens as your seatbelt locks. Dammit… You go to unbuckle it, to reset it, but it doesn’t unclick.

“Alright.” You jump at the sound of his voice and he starts the engine while staring at you. “Are you okay? Why’re you so jumpy today?”

“I must just be tired, sorry.” He nods a little.

“Okay well… It says she’s at my place, so we're just gonna go pick her up then we’ll go back to the mansion.” He tells you, not fastening his seat belt as he drives off, Vincent's car hooked to the back of his truck.

“How long of a drive is it?”

“Just up the road, walking distance.” He tells you, pressing on the gas as he drives just a few minutes up the road, turning into the trees and onto a gravel driveway, a small cabin eventually showing through a small clearing.

“Is that it?” You ask, voice sounding meek.

“Yea, that’s it. Small but- I barely come here anyways.” He parks in front of the cabin and turns off the engine, beginning to step out.

“Wait Logan I-” He slams the truck door shut, and it feels like your heart falls to your stomach as you frantically click at the red button on the seat belt, but it won’t come loose. You’re stuck.

“Here.” You jump again as your door is opened and Logan reaches over you, sticking a metal pin into the side of the buckle before pressing the red button, and it comes loose. “There you go.” He groans as he steps back down and moves to the back of the truck and you quickly jump out. “Can you go in and find Vincent? She said she’s in the bathroom.”

You nod, and head inside, the door cracked open so you assume Logan has already been inside. So why didn’t he look? You wonder, taking the first step in and the wood creaks under your foot. The inside would be pitch black if the sun wasn’t shining through the window, though there would be a lot more light if there weren't trees surrounding the little cabin.

“Vincent?” You shout out, closing the front door behind you. As you look around, it all seems so familiar. The creaking floor, the dark walls, and the single bulb hanging from a single chain. “Uh… Vincent?” You shout again, more quietly this time. Making your way to the bedroom, peeking in but not seeing anything, then looking in the bathroom across the bedroom. “Vin?” You peek your head in, and flick the switch on. Still nothing.

Except for the quiet dripping sound coming from the faucet. You sigh in relief, but wonder where Vincent was. Maybe there’s a backdoor and she’s out talking with Logan right now? You assume, hoping for the best as you walk to the tub, the curtains covering the inside as you reach behind them, turning the handle all the way off on the tub before pulling back. Your palm is covered in blood. “Fuck.” You mumble, but it comes out as more of a whisper as you squeeze your eyes closed, hoping it wasn’t real, that it was just another nightmare.

You take a deep breath, and you take a step forward, slowly pushing the curtain aside. But there she was. Vincent laid in the bathtub, her mascara painting her cheeks black and-

You turn, running out of the bathroom as your stomach twists in disgust, and you make your way to the front door, trying to pull it open, but it doesn’t budge.

“Shit-!” You cry, then the door opens and you zoom forward before looking, running straight into Logan. “Logan-!” You freeze, his hands on your arms holding you still.

“What- Oh.” He tilts his head a little. “I take it you found Vincent.”

[crimsonbubble]

Hey babe. You know part 2 to your shadow company blub. I can't help but need to ask for that specific piece where you said when they run a bath for you, you can't help but get finger fucked. Like omg I'm feeling so embarrassed to ask but you are one of the few people that gives me justice in smut ok

I'm on my period and feeling like a slut. Anyways love you. 🫶🏽

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, bath sex, fingering, overstimulation, praise, squirting *not proofread, just pure horny

[SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S,, GOOD LORD NONNIE THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME HOW FUCKING HORNY I AM FOR THE SHADOW COMPANY // continuing the bath part of this hc thing :D] also the names are purely random bc not using names would make this way too confusing

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MINORS DNI!!

They take care of you. They always do.

So after a long and tiring session, two shadows, Logan and Stephen were assigned to take care of and pamper you. The two assigned to you were sweethearts, like two big and loving dogs. They’re just as eager as them too.

The shadows are simple, you lay back and sit all nice and pretty while they do all the work. So here you sat, in the bath of soothingly warm water as Stephen lightly washed your back. “You did so well, bunny. Did such a good job today.” You preen under the praise, closing your eyes as you get your hair washed.

Logan moved their hands down, washing along your arms and ribs. You can’t tell when the switch flipped until a hand found its way to your thighs. You subconsciously open your legs, letting out a short gasp as you feel two fingers press circles into the sensitive nub.

Your thighs clamp down around the hand before they are pushed open again. “Just want one more, baby, promise, just one more.” You lean back against the edge of the tub, holding onto Logan’s forearm.

Stephen reaches down, pressing two fingers against your sore pussy. His fingers are quick to push in, getting kisses along your cheeks as you cry out and clamp down on them. Their paces picked up immensely as you hiccuped out moans, hips twitching as all your pleasure points were pressed against.

“That’s it, sweet bun. Take us just like this, nice and easy.” It is not nice and easy. You feel like you’re gonna explode, grabbing at anything and everything in a feeble attempt to ground yourself. The water around you sloshed rapidly as you were lifted out of the water and placed onto Logan’s lap.

Logan’s fingers replace Stephen’s, while his replaced Logan's. The two continued to toy and play with your cunt, circling your swollen clit with feather-like touches and harsh curls into your sweet spot. You’re thrashing in Logan’s lap, the contrast in touches making you dizzy.

“C’mon pretty baby, give it to me, just one more time.” Stephen scissored you open with his fingers, using his free hand to hold your thighs open. The feeling was overwhelming, surrounding you and clogging your senses. Your brain feels like cotton, airy and floaty as the pleasure becomes increasingly intense.

The constant friction of fingers against your sweet spots, figure eights on your clit and the smooth purr of praises muddle your brain. Your body is on autopilot as each nerve ending is set on fire. All you can hear is water splashing, wet sounds of skin on skin and the voices of the men cooing never-ending praises into your ears.

Once the ringing in your ears had quieted down, you managed to wedge your eyes open. Through bleary eyes, you noticed the once dry shirt of Stephens was soaked from the chest down. His eyes held a look of bewilderment as he tried to calm his laboured breathing. Logan was breathing just as hard, his hands holding your thighs open.

Though your vision had cleared, your head did not. You merely looked at Stephen in confusion, before it was replaced with shock. Logan handed you off to Stephen before he kneeled in front of you, now getting his entire lower half wet as he sank into the water. “We’re not stopping until you do that again.”

[forthevillains]

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[my friend suggested this idea and I couldn’t get it off my mind]

You’ve no idea how you ended up in a situation such as this. Whether it was your fault for suggesting that Logan deserved a treat for saving the world, or his, for being so goddamn attractive with that silly mask of his. That stupid thing that covered anything above his perfect mouth that you’ve loved to kiss so much. He never thought it could make someone as turned on as it made you, to say the least - he hated to dress up as a superhero. It felt humiliating, weird and on top of that, he’s never quite liked the attention that came with it. However that hatred seemed to be slowly slipping through his fingers as he’s found his place between your delicate thighs, eating your cunt as if it was the last thing he’d do in his miserable life. And also the best thing.

He groaned against your heat as he finally got to taste you again, diving in with nothing but need. Just the smell of your wetness was enough to overcome all his other senses when you told him about this ridiculous idea. When you mentioned that although he hated that mask, he was quite hot in it. Logan knew immediately why you mentioned that fucking thing, he saw the look on your face, how you pressed your thighs together. How could he say no to you? He’s gone far too long without sex, or any touch of the opposite gender at all. He’s become a starved animal and he hadn’t even known before laying his eyes upon you.

You lay on your back, all bare and completely vulnerable, dripping straight in his mouth as he devoured you, he himself wearing nothing but pants and the mask. Your hands were desperately trying to grab onto something, gripping the sheets only to hear him growl in frustration and move away only to bite down on your thigh, teeth sinking in your soft skin, drawing a pained gasp out of you, displeased with your poor choice. He didn’t want to hurt you, not at all and as a quiet apology, he planted a small kiss on the spot right after. It was meant as a reminder, he was basically urging you to do what made you come up with the idea. Fucking Wade… That’s what he had in mind knowing you’d never think about it if that fucker hadn’t infested your mind with such a thing. It was so obvious, yet the temptation was too strong to let such an opportunity slide.

You were in need of more stability, since this man has made you feel as if you were floating in the air even though he held you so tight you could barely move. What you were so embarrassed to do now seemed like the only option, so you grabbed onto the sides of his mask, pushing him deeper into you. You asked for it, you wanted him to keep it on, just this once, and it was the only decision he’d let you have in this moment.

The movements of his skillful tongue were enough to make you squirm in his hold as he abused you with the amount of pleasure he was delivering, both his arms hooked underneath your thighs so that you couldn’t escape him, and hell you knew you never wanted this to end. No matter how whiny you were, how overstimulated you felt without even cumming at all, how sensitive your body was to each and every one of his touches. The feeling of his warm mouth all over your cunt, part of his mask that was covering his nose pressing against your clit, over and over again with each motion he did, it was enough to make your vision go blurry, to make all your thoughts and worries go away. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open for long, only occasionally looking down at him to watch as he desperately attempted not to grind against the bed. Poor guy, you’ve got him so riled up he can barely control himself. And yet, he’s made it his mission to give you what you wanted, not just for you, but for himself as well.

Whenever you’d open your eyes, you’d be assured that he was staring back at you, even if you couldn’t see his own. There was something about it, not being able to see all of him, while he sees all of you. "This what you wanted, princess?” he questioned, only pulling away for a few seconds before sucking on your clit, making you throw your head back and turn the silent ‘yes’ into nothing more than a moan.

"Should’ve known you’d be a dirty girl.” You could feel him smile against you. He was enjoying this just as much as you were and definitely had a plan of doing it again after seeing just how much more flustered it made you. Your whimpers filled his ears and as your legs began shaking in his hold, he knew you were close. You looked so adorable like this, so beautiful and if only he could stay between your legs forever - he would.

One of his hands left its place only to sneak in between your legs as the other one wrapped around your waist, putting you in a position where you couldn’t do anything but cry out his name once his two thick fingers entered your hole. It was no secret that he was utterly obsessed with your reactions. The way your brows furrowed with each following thrust of his fingers into your throbbing core, dipping them deep in your sweetness while he was savoring all of it that he could. Starved, truly, that’s what he was.

"Lo… I-“ you choked back a moan as his fingers sped up and he teasingly placed a kiss upon your nub, before sucking it in, making your back arch. He loved it, loved making you feel like this, loved pleasing you, tasting you, knowing that he’s the only one who’ll ever do it.

"Come on, I’ve got you, sweet thing.” His voice sent shivers through your whole body, such simple words, but the impact they had on you… You couldn’t hold on any longer, the knot in your stomach was forming with the slightest of his movements and it was only matter of time, before your body would completely give in. You’ve come undone, whether it were the words of his that pushed you over the edge or his touch, you cared not.

He hasn’t stopped there, only pulling his face away, making you let go off the mask, to watch as you squirmed while his fingers pushed you even further into overstimulation. Tears formed in your eyes, you couldn’t take it. Though he knew you would. You were his good girl after all. You asked and he’s delivering.

Only when you finally came down from your high has he slowed his motions, working you through it, preparing for what’s about to come next. He’s far from done with you and you’ve soon realized that as well when his fingers left your aching core only so that he could unbuckle his belt.

You looked up at him, getting up on your elbows so that you could get a view of the beautiful man before you. "Isn’t Wade coming home in like ten minutes?” You asked, still breathless. You supposed that he wouldn’t be happy to find you two like this, in his bed.

"I couldn’t care less about that fucker right now.”

[aludraslytherin]

IDEA FROM @edotfightme

They had a really interesting idea = if Ashlyn has a super hearing (that i'm pretty sure it's from the monster scream his arse of minutes after her birth, poor baby) it would be soo cool if the other had their super senses too.

edotfightme thinks that Aiden would have super smell, and hosently? that makes sense, he would definilety be the type to sniff people lmao

Logan would have, ironically, super vision, this guy needs glasses the same way Ash needs earbuds, it causes him headaches.

Ben would have touch sensitivity, like he could feel vibration, things like that, an super cool thing.

And the twins would both have that 6th sense, the spidey sence, they would be able to just, know things, like, something is about to explode, this guy is sketchy, ya know? it would just make sense

[catharsis-in-darkness]

Family Affairs: Chapter 2

Authors Note: Things are looking up y'all! Unbeta'd per usual.

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Reader

CW: Fluff, Implied smut, smut?? 18+ (kinda??), Pregnancy, slight angst

Word count: 1,224

Divider: @cafekitsune

Tags: @tearfallpixie @jilliemiw86 @vinyardmauro @malerieee

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

“Holy shit.” Vinny muttered next to me, out of breath. I rolled over looking at his disheveled figure. A light sheen of sweat covered his body as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His neck and cheeks were blotched with red. My own body was shaking slightly, still coming down from my high. Vinny moved closer, throwing an arm over me. 

“You okay, my love?” He murmured. Our legs entangled as I ran my hand up and down his arm. “Besides the fact that I feel like I just got my soul sucked out of my body, I’m doing amazing, baby.” I chuckled, slowly feeling his orgasm leaking out of me. I shuddered in discomfort. 

“Let me go get a towel.” He slowly made his way into our en suite bathroom, wetting a rag for me. He rolled me over before spreading my legs gently. I felt a finger trail down my thigh, getting closer and closer to my mound. I let out a hiss at the sensitivity as his finger scooped some of his release up and pushed it back into me. His head snapped up to meet mine.

“Can’t let any of this go to waste can we?” Vin gave me the toothiest grin he could muster. 

“Oh my god! Don’t make it nasty, Vin!” Grabbing a pillow from behind me, I hit him hard enough to feel it. 

“You didn’t think it was nasty when I-” I hit him again. 

“STOP!!” My eyes were now watering with laughter. 

“Don’t be embarrassed mama, it’s just us here.” Vinny cooed at me. I glared at him before nudging him to finally clean me up.

“When are the guys getting here?” I asked as we finally divulged into our now cold breakfast. 

“They should be here in like 30, I think.” Vin stated, swallowing his food. After our rendezvous this morning we showered and got dressed, but not before we went for round 2 in the shower. 

“Let me put pants on then.” I put my plate into the sink then washed my hands. Vinny came up behind me, yet again. One of his hands circled my waist, before pulling his shirt up that I was wearing. His finger slipped into the band of my panties slowly. 

“Round 3?” He asked me. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could hear the smirk evident in his voice. I turned around palming his bulge. I looked into his eyes as I bit my lip. Leaning in towards his ear, I whispered to him. 

“You’re not even packed yet doofus.” I pulled my hand away quickly, bursting into laughter. He glared at me, while I fell to the floor laughing. 

“You’re so mean.” He feigned sadness. He turned away from me with a pout on his face. I got up, giving him a peck on the cheek, walking out the kitchen past him. 

“If you finish packing before the guys get here, we can.” I taunted him, running into our bedroom. I heard his hurried footsteps after me soon after. 

“I’m going to miss you so much baby.” I sighed; my arms wrapped around Vinny tightly. My eyes started watering. I buried my head into his chest so he wouldn’t see me cry. 

“Hey, look at me mama.” I sniffled as he pulled my face up to look at him. 

“I’ll be back before you know it, and then we can have all the time in the world to make mini Vincenzos.” He lit up at the mention of his mini me’s. I nodded, my vision still blurry from my tears. He wiped them away for me, kissing both of my cheeks. 

I hated how lonely I felt, and he wasn’t even gone yet. I’ve never been an out-going person, so when Vin left I never really had much to do. It was stupid, I try not to over bear him when he’s gone, but sometimes I can’t help it. After 3 years of dealing with this, I have gotten better at it. Regardless of that though, I still feel alone at times. 

“Make sure you go and visit Logan while I’m gone.” I nodded yet again. Finally mustering the courage I kissed him. 

“I love you so so so much baby, be safe, have fun, no drugs or hookers please!” I added in the last line knowing Vinny would never do that to me. My spirit lifted a little higher when we opened the door to see the boys waiting for him. Rick let out a whistle.

“Rick! Leave my wife alone!” Vinny yelled, flipping him off. 

“Hey! She’s not Mrs. Mauro just yet.” Rick shrugged. 

I gave everyone hugs and told them all to have fun. Giving Vinny one last kiss, I made my way back to the porch.

“Keep my Vincenzo safe!” I called before they all got in the car. 

“Anything for you Mrs. Mauro!” Rick winked at me, getting a slap to the back of the head from Vinny. I laughed at their antics as they pulled away. My smile faded, and I went back into our now empty house. I sighed, starting to clean up the breakfast we never put away. 

1 Month Later

“I miss you so much, mama” Vin told me over the phone while I made dinner. 

“Me too my love, only 2 months left though!” I remained happy. 

“What’s got you in such a good mood today, love?” He was surprised at my tone. I bit my lip to suppress myself from telling him.

“I don't know, I’m just in a good mood. I went and saw Logan today, I talked to him about how I’ve been feeling, and I think things are starting to look up!” I rambled. It was true, I went to Logan’s gravesite and told him the news. 

“Okay it’s just a pregnancy test, nothing scary right?” I whispered to myself. “You wanted this, remember?” I stared at the test on the sink. From the kitchen, I heard my timer of 3 minutes going off on my phone. 

“Here goes nothing.” I slowly grabbed the test and flipped it to face me. I looked at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. 

Positive. 

I let out a gasp of excitement, the tears flooding my eyes before I could stop them. I need to tell Vin! I ran to my phone, but stopped before I pressed on Vinny’s contact button. I instead called Chris. He answered after a few rings. 

“Hey bean, what’s up?” He asked, sounding concerned. 

“Can you help me surprise Vin?” I asked excitedly. Chris helped me set up a flight and promised to keep it a secret from everyone. I was leaving tomorrow at noon and Chris said he’d pick me up from the airport. I was beyond ecstatic. I couldn’t believe after one try; we were pregnant!

“Baby we just got called for soundcheck, I’ll call you later, okay?” Vinny told me, snapping me back to reality. 

“Okay my love, I have a doctor's appointment in the morning so I’ll be asleep early tonight.” I shrugged, forgetting he can’t see me. 

“Doctor’s appointment?? For what??” He asked, his tone laced with worry. 

“It’s just my yearly checkup baby, nothing bad.” I calmed him. We said our goodbyes and with that I ate my dinner and went to bed. 

[blowjobhandles]

So, I just rewatched D&W for the *cough* fourth time *cough cough* and every time I see Logan pull on the hood I'm plagued with thoughts that the mask is mostly for killing because it helps keep him from overstimulating.

Hear me out:

We know he's got a good schnoz on him, that's just canon, but he's able to idfk centralize it? in standard low (adjacent) stress situations (i.e. when he smells the food from the diner even though nothing was cooking and they were miles away and when the Deadpool corps was arriving).

Scientifically speaking, in high pressure situations/when anxiety is induced, one of the first senses to be altered is smell. It can not only make someone more sensitive to smells, but can actually skew the scents to the point they smell less "pleasant".

We see when fighting he uses his sense of smell the most. During the fight with the Deadpool corps, when all are down with the exception if Babypool, he sniffs the air seemingly identifying who's left rather than using his sight to look around or using his ears to follow the giggles coming from Babypool. Because of this, the mask almost works as a blinder for his auditory and visual senses so he can use his sense of smell almost solely.

TLDR; Logan's mask dulls his hearing and vision so he doesn't overstimulate and can use his primary sense of smell.

[two-am-outlines-only]

Spiral

Summary: What if the reason Virgil and Logan weren’t present in Putting Others First was because they were putting themselves first? Fic based off a theory I had that Virgil didn’t show because he was panicking and Logan stayed behind to help him through it.

Warnings: Anxiety attack

Ships: Platonic analogical

Word Count: 921

AO3 Link

"What the f*ck, everybody??"

Virgil cringes down further as he hears Thomas' angry tone echo through the mind scape, squeezing his eyes shut as a jittery numbness overtakes his limbs and his stomach flips over itself once again. He feels his panic rising faster than he can remember to breathe and he's stuck drowning in the piled up events that he hadn't yet had time to dissect properly, trying to focus instead on not making Thomas out to be a bumbling idiot through his weak attempts at social interaction through the wedding.

The softness of his hoodie is barely a comfort as he remembers the awful itch the suit created; layers making everything stick to overly sensitive skin that felt far too stretched over his bones to be normal. The light of his phone was almost too much competition with the outside lights burning his eyes but if he didn't have the phone then he would have had nothing to do with his hands and word crush was a welcome distraction from the tidal wave of emotion he was desperately trying to hold back.

His eyes squeezed tighter at the way he had made them freeze when Lee and Mary Lee had inevitability approached Thomas, frantically shooting down every response that could be seen as anything other than sincere and fine but making Thomas stand awkwardly fumbling with what to say as a result. An involuntary whimper escaped him as he thought of the camera mans dismissal of his less than excited face, too relieved to feel hurt at the prospect of being cut out of a photo.

And they hadn't cared. They hadn't even cared! And now Thomas was angry and guilty and regretful and the emotions were too much to process on top of the events he had yet to get over and the fingernails digging into his palms didn't even feel like anything-

"...."

because it was too much and he couldn't breathe

"..gil..."

and if he couldn't breathe then he wasn't real

"...Virg..."

and if he wasn't real then

"Virgil!"

He gasped out a whine as his eyes darted around frantically before they locked with Logan's, shrinking back at the intense amount of concern shining in the normally passive gaze.

"You can hear me?"

Mouth still gaping open for air that he was only managing to get shallow swallows of he ducked his chin an inch, thankfully satisfying the logical side.

"I'm here for you Virgil, and I won't leave unless you tell me to do so. You are safe, and this will pass." Logan slowly sat back on his heels now that he had the other's attention, aware of Virgil tracking his every move.

"I'm going to breathe and I'd like to you to copy me. Can you do that, Virgil?"

Hearing his name again brought him just a little further out of the fog, tightening his grip on his knees as he managed another small nod. His eyes stayed glued to Logan as the other took in a long, steadying breath, exaggerating the pace and volume for his benefit, which he greatly appreciated as it helped dull the insistent ringing in his ears. His stuttered copied breath was let out too soon, a vice clamping on his chest in light of the mistake.

But Logan only smiled at him reassuringly. "It's okay. Try again."

So he did, and got in a deeper breath than before just as his vision started to blur, letting out the breath much faster than Logan but slower than previously. Again, another breath longer this time, with the gasp out a little less audible than before. Again and again until Logan's exaggerated volume died down and Virgil’s death grip slowly released his aching knees, fingers stiff and far too cold, sweaty as they were.

"Virgil." He looked up at the gentle prompt.

Logan suddenly seemed very unsure of himself as his hands fumble loosely with his tie. "What do you need? Should I leave-"

"No!" Virgil croaked out in urgency. His limbs still tingled as his brain struggled to reestablish reality around him. He felt suddenly exhausted, leaning back against the wall tiredly as he watched Logan. "I can't- please don't go."

They both sat in silence as they listened to the argument still going on above them, Logan nodding as he seemed to gain confidence over his next decision. Virgil watched as he quickly conjured a book and a phone, scooting over to sit beside him before pausing.

"I'm sorry I didn't - I should have asked if this was okay, are you-"

"It's fine, L." Virgil quickly assured him before sliding over to rest tiredly against the other side, feeling himself relax slightly as the physical contact served to ground him further. Logan nodded and flipped open his book, cocking his head to listen to the events still going on before beginning to type in the phone.

"Time for some Logan Lowdowns." Virgil smirked as his eyes slid shut, the steady sound of typing and page flipping lulling him slightly.

'Boy are they in for it now,' he thought tiredly. "Hey, Logan?" He said instead.

The other paused immediately. "Yes, Virgil?"

"Thank you."

"Of course, I'll always be here to help you."

Virgil smiled. "Just my cool teacher being his cool self."

The typing paused again as Logan huffed out a quiet laugh before continuing, letting Virgil settle down further. Content and secure with the knowledge that he would be safe, he drifted off into a blissfully dreamless sleep.

[delimeful]

mere monstrosity (1)

warnings: spiders, misunderstandings, captivity

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Logan woke up to the familiar soft chime of his alarm, and rolled out of bed bleary-eyed but ready to get the day started. He kept quiet as he crept out of the room.

He didn’t bother grabbing his glasses, knowing that they’d only be of use after his shower. His feet knew the way from his bedroom to the bathroom by heart, and he preferred to shower in the dark to avoid the likelihood of getting one of his light-sensitivity migraines, so he didn’t reach for the lightswitch either.

Instead, he pushed quietly past the half-open door and fumbled for the shower knob, cranking it up to exactly the point before it turned scalding.

The water flickered on a moment later, and amidst the clamor of droplets against ceramic, he heard an indistinct, high-pitched noise, like a chirp or squeak.

“A mouse?” he muttered to himself, squinting at the dark, blurry interior of the shower.

He couldn’t hear anything else over the spray, so he quickly turned the shower off and stepped back to flick the lightswitch on, potential headaches be damned.

He pulled the shower curtain fully to the side, and blinked at the sight of a blurry black splotch in the corner of his bathtub. Leaning in a little further, he could briefly make out individual legs, long and numerous, before they were pulled closer and blended in with the rest of the shape.

“You are… a considerably large spider,” he informed it, grateful that it was him and not Patton who had found it. The resulting terrified shriek would have woken him and Janus, and probably most of the neighbors for that matter. “Are you a tarantula? Are tarantulas even native to this area?”

The spider, rather predictably, didn’t respond, and Logan recalled that he’d just doused the poor thing with jets of cold water. It was probably curling all its limbs in a mock death-curl, trying to process the unexpected threat to its breathing and body temperature.

He reached over to the counter and carefully removed the collection of multicolored toothbrushes from the plastic cup next to their sink, tapping it against the side of the counter to clear out any remaining dust.

“Try to stay still, alright?” he coaxed in a low voice, crouching and leaning over the tub to get a better angle. “I don’t want to catch any of your limbs, just keep them all tucked in close like that and I’ll get you out of there.”

To his surprise, the spider really didn’t make any sudden moves, remaining frozen as he settled the cup over it. The only reason he was sure it was still alive was the tiny motion of its front legs, two little investigative nudges against the edge of the cup.

“Excellent job,” he praised, his curiosity only growing. Most of the spiders he had cupped would immediately run at the glass with arms lifted in threat, or run in frantic circles along the edges seeking an escape. Of course, none of them had been this large. Most wild tarantulas were hunters, though, not spinners. Aggression would serve them well, so why was this one so docile? Was it an escaped pet? Had the cold water been that shocking?

He quickly retrieved a folder from the living room, returning to find that the plastic cup had shifted a couple of inches. It was large enough to push it, then.

“Just a little bit more,” he continued to soothe, carefully sliding the folder under the cup bit by bit, allowing the spider time to shift its legs onto the folder so the tips wouldn’t be pinched. He then carefully lifted the whole ensemble up, keeping a cautious hand on top of the cup. “There we go.”

The kitchen was dimly lit, the small light under the microwave still on so that anyone getting water in the middle of the night wouldn’t trip or run into anything in the dark. Logan glanced at the front door for a long moment, and then gave in to the urge to investigate his catch a bit closer. It would be irresponsible to just release a domesticated tarantula into the wild, after all.

He set the cup and folder down carefully on the counter, and then placed a heavy ceramic plate on top of the cup, reasoning that it was better to make sure the spider wouldn’t push the cup-- and itself-- right off the counter.

“One moment.” That done, he went into his room to retrieve his glasses, leaving the light off so as to not wake up Janus, who had only gotten in from his night shift a few hours ago. His roommate normally slept heavily once he managed to get to sleep, so Logan didn’t have to worry about waking him by climbing out of their shared bed, but better not to risk turning the lights on in the first place.

The world came into a much clearer focus once he’d pushed his glasses into their proper place atop his nose, and with his vision improved, he had no problems finding the hall closet and rummaging through it for one of Janus’s old terrariums.

He set the glass case down on the kitchen counter without any furnishings inside-- he was only planning to get a good look at the specimen, after all-- and flicked on the kitchen light before carefully moving the trapped spider into the terrarium and then lifting the cup away.

The spider frantically scuttled back, smacking thorax-first into the glass wall of the terrarium, and Logan frowned contemplatively at the sight of it.

It was certainly a tarantula, one that he’d probably be able to find online fairly easily with the distinctive white stripes along it’s eight fuzzy legs. Concerningly enough, there was an odd swelling protrusion on the anterior part of the body. It was a similar dark shade to the rest of the body, but almost larger than the thorax, and it blocked off any sight of the pedipalps, fangs, or eyes.

The texture didn’t seem to match the carapace… Perhaps it was a piece of garbage or organic waste that had gotten stuck on the creature? If it hindered movement, that could explain why it had been so still earlier.

It wasn’t still now, exhibiting an odd vibrating throughout its body that Logan had never witnessed from a spider before. He would certainly be doing some research into arthropods after this.

Well, at the very least, he could see if that protruding material would come loose.

Logan carefully pulled on one of Janus’s thick leather gloves, one of the more worn sets in case the spider had urticating hairs, and then reached down. The spider seemed to spot his shadow, going by the way it stiffened, and he reminded himself that though he didn’t know the species and many tarantulas were venomous, it was incredibly unlikely their venom would be able to do more than hurt him.

Confidence restored, he continued reaching down until his fingers met the odd lump, at which point a low, guttural hiss sounded, and the spider threw its front legs up and lunged, slapping its limbs down against the floor of the terrarium in threat.

Logan remained undeterred by the small tantrum, instead focusing on the fact that the obstruction was loose, almost like shed skin on a snake. Studying the spider carefully, he pinched it gently between two fingers, trying to discern what in the world it could possibly be.

The next three movements happened in rapid succession.

First, Logan tugged lightly at the material caught between his fingers. Second, the spider recoiled sharply, pulling away from his grip with surprising strength. And third, the covering came loose, the spider pulling free from it and leaving a limp swathe of fabric hanging from Logan’s fingers.

Below him, now uncovered, there was pale skin, a mop of bedraggled hair, and a tiny, terrified human face.

Logan froze, staring down at it-- them with wide eyes.

The being he’d mistaken for a spider was actually a drider, a creature of myth that was apparently all too real. Logan couldn’t help how stunned he felt. Even apart from the shock of the discovery, there was the shock of their size. Driders were said to have a human-sized spider half, not the other way around!

Below, the drider was still frozen in place, staring right back up at him. He could see the way their little chest was heaving with quick, panicked breaths, could feel the way the tiny makeshift poncho in his hand was sodden and cold, and he felt guilt strike him like a ruler across knuckles.

“I-- Hold on a moment, please,” he managed, his mind racing as he stepped back, turning and hurrying out of the room.

Once again, the hall closet held exactly what he needed, and he mentally rescinded all his past complaints about the amount of extra snake care items Janus had stashed away in their storage closet like a dragon’s hoard.

The heat lamp was compact enough to fit easily in the terrarium, where the spider-person had scuttled back to press themself into the furthest corner, limbs pulled in tightly in what had to be a fear response.

Logan set the lamp carefully inside and plugged it in, sighing in relief when the bulb lit up and began to glow orange. “This lamp is designed for reptiles, not arthropods, so it may be too hot for extended use. However, it will work temporarily as a heat source to get rid of excess moisture, so I encourage you to use it.”

The drider was glaring up at him with the tiniest scowl he’d ever seen, front legs still lifted up defensively, but didn’t say a word.

“Do you speak?” Logan asked, and received only silence in return. “I suppose I should have guessed as much, seeing as you haven’t responded to any of my previous statements. Do you understand me? Do we speak the same language?”

The drider glared harder.

“I find it hard to believe that you have animal-level intelligence,” Logan continued, now mostly to himself. He lifted a hand, displaying the poncho he still held. “Although some birds can ‘sew’, construction of clothing to cover one’s form is a complex and distinctly human sentiment.”

Still, nothing. Their gaze was caught by the poncho for a moment before they looked away entirely, looking for all the world to be sulking.

Logan sighed, and then slowly moved to place the poncho next to the heat lamp, laying it out flat for easier drying. “I’m going to attend to my morning routine. It should only take me a few moments, but please feel free to call or make noise if you need my attention between now and then.”

The drider’s expression had eased into confusion at the sight of their garment laid out before them, but their legs remained warily upright as Logan left the room.

As promised, he only made a brief stop to make sure both of his roommates were still soundly asleep before climbing into the shower and preparing himself for the day, roughly fifteen minutes behind schedule.

It wasn’t too disruptive-- it had eaten into the time he normally allotted for sitting at the table and eating breakfast, so that would have to be skipped today, but it wasn’t the end of the world.

Honestly, he’d likely spend the rest of the day thinking about the surprise addition to his morning. There were so many questions he’d love to ask, but seeing as the creature had attempted to hide their existence even at risk of being perceived as a normal spider (and therefore possibly squashed), he expected he wouldn’t be receiving any answers.

Talkative or not, the drider clearly had sapient levels of intelligence, and Logan was loath to start off humanity’s relationship with a vulnerable and secretive species by keeping them trapped in a snake terrarium against their will.

Even if he was willing to weigh scientific advancement over his morals, his roommates would never allow it. Patton would naturally be terrified and possibly sympathetic when witnessing their clear terror, and he’d had enough extensive debates on ethics with Janus to know that his opinion on keeping them captive would be much the same.

So, when he returned to the kitchen and saw them toppling over and scurrying back from the heat lamp that they’d clearly been attempting to use as a makeshift ladder to freedom, Logan didn’t bother commenting, simply moving forward and looking them over.

“You seem to have mostly dried,” he stated instead, able to appreciate the subtle design work of the poncho better now that it wasn’t being used as camouflage. The drider gripped it like they thought he might take it away.

They would react fairly badly to him reaching out with his hand, and reasonably so. Logan hadn’t exactly done much except douse, capture, and then gently interrogate them. Not exactly trustworthy behavior.

He studied the terrarium for a moment before grabbing a washcloth and draping it over the side, providing an easy textured surface for the spider to climb up. There. “You are free to go.”

The surprised expression that flashed across their face was almost comical.

“I’m not sure what your purpose in the bathroom was, but I’d ask you to be more careful in the future. One of my roommates…,” Logan sighed through his nose, exasperated even imagining it. “Well, suffice to say you should avoid him at all costs.”

The tiny drider continued to stare at him, gaze occasionally flickering over to the towel with clear suspicion. It was saddening to be so distrusted, but perhaps this show of goodwill would help prove that he didn’t intend any harm? He hoped he hadn’t frightened them from the residence entirely-- he shuddered at the many, many potential dangers the creature would find outside.

“My roommates will wake later in the day, so if you intend to avoid their notice, I’d suggest leaving the enclosure as soon as I have departed for work,” he gave a little farewell wave, not reacting to the slight flinch it elicited from the little guy. “It-- well, you probably don’t share the sentiment, but still-- it was nice to meet you. Goodbye.”

Forcing himself not to turn back and get one last look, Logan hurried out the door.

[delos-mio]

He Looks Up Grinning Like a Devil

Just a short, sweet, **light smut** and domestic fluff Logan one-shot. It's been a long. time. since I've posted a one-shot. Needless to say, I haven't been able to get this scene out of my head (also side note: in this universe, Juliet married a nice man after William fucked off forever and she is happy like she DESERVES). So, hope you enjoy! Thoughts and feelings always appreciated <3

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He told you last night that it’d be a long day, but you didn’t anticipate it to be nearing 11pm and for Logan to still be gone. There had been days like this before, but you never looked forward to having to wake up as well as fall asleep without his warmth by your side. Logan took awhile to finally settle down, but once he’d asked you to live with him, it was like a switch flipped on him and he became the one to cling to you. Two years later and it still made you smile when he pulled you into his lap once he got back from the office and demanded to hear all about your day while he looked at you like you’re the one who put the stars in the sky.

You finally decided to say fuck it and got ready for bed. Logan said it could be awhile, so maybe it was time to accept reality and prepare to fall asleep without him. Face washed, teeth brushed, and naked as the day you were born, you crawled under the covers before picking up where you left off in the book you were reading.

Right in the middle of a particularly exciting paragraph, a shadow lingered in your peripheral vision, making you jump out of your skin and clutch your chest. Logan leaned in the doorframe, laughing to himself at your brief panic.

“Asshole,” you sighed out with a smile.

Logan was still chuckling as he crawled next to you on top of the covers. “Missed you, gorgeous,” he hummed, pulling your lips up to meet his, a strong hand cradling the back of your head.

“Missed you too,” you mumbled into his kiss, unable to fight off a grin. “I didn’t think you’d be home so late.”

“I wasn’t planning on it either, but you know once my dad starts going, he doesn’t shut the fuck up,” he sighed.

Clearly not wanting to elaborate, Logan pulled back to look you over, really taking you in for the first time. A playful look danced in his eyes as he hooked his index finger over the edge of the comforter where it covered your chest.

“You naked under there?” Logan pulled back the duvet just enough to investigate for himself. You simply nodded, eyes fixed on his face.

Without another word, Logan slid under the covers and pulled your warm, naked body flush to his. Your stomach did somersaults when his dark gaze met yours with that ravenous look he got when all he wanted was to have you. He ran his fingertips lightly along your bare spine, making you shiver slightly in his arms. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered before kissing you deeply.

Logan still managed to take your breath away every time he kissed you. Even after years of partnership, you felt like a teen finally getting to kiss her crush. Every move of his lips was reverent, emphatically expressing how there was nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing. Despite having a nearly 16 hour day, Logan still smelled so uniquely him- that perfect blend of clean laundry and amber you found so intoxicating. It was a scent you’d be able to place anywhere and one you loved to have linger.

As your make out session picked up even more steam, Logan let his hand wander over your chest. His fingers were light over the curve of your breast, not in any rush to a particular destination, simply reveling in your smooth skin and holding you close. The little flicker of anticipation in your stomach was quickly burning brighter and you found yourself arching your body further into him. Logan just smirked against your lips as he realized what you were doing. His touch moved down your stomach, petting slow circles into your skin as he continued to enjoy every minute that he drew out your torture. Logan always did have it in him to be a little tease.

“May I?” he asked, voice low and laced with lust. His hand rested just below your belly button, one of his long fingers stroking gently down, signaling where he hoped to be.

“Please,” you breathed out, sounding much more desperate than you’d planned on.

Without hesitation, Logan ran his index and middle fingers between your folds. Your legs fell further open on their own accord, an involuntary reaction to his touch. When he pressed the pads of his fingers firmly onto the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, you let out a long moan that simply couldn’t stay behind your lips.

“Mmm, already so wet for me,” Logan mused, his kisses moving down to your neck. The short hairs of his beard tickled as his teeth scraped the sensitive skin under your jaw. “The most perfect girl in the world.”

Your breathing became more labored as he continued to swirl his fingers along your clit, knowing exactly the amount of pressure you needed from him. He let his thumb take over and smoothly buried his digits inside your heat, making you gasp and groan. Logan loved all the little sounds he could draw out from you using only his fingers. They went straight to his head and only spurred him on further.

With just a little twist, just the tiniest adjustment, Logan’s fingers hit that sweet spot inside you dead on. Your eyes snapped shut as you writhed on his hand, trying anything you could to keep the contact. Logan lapped over the pulse point on your neck, humming in approval at your reaction to him. You distantly felt him pull away from your throat, but your eyes were still screwed shut as you wantonly ground down on his fingers. As you moved, something tugged in the back of your brain that told you to open your eyes, that you needed to see Logan.

You slowly opened your eyes and Logan’s gaze was hot on you immediately. He held your stare, a small lock of dark normally pushed back hair falling over his eye. He arched an eyebrow and bit down on his lip. There were still times you looked at Logan and couldn’t believe this man- this handsome, silly, impulsive, sexy man- was yours. This was one of those times. The look he gave you made your stomach completely bottom out.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, feeling yourself on the edge of peaking. He knew it as well as you did. The short breaths, restless hips, and string of curse words all signaled to Logan that your release was just around the corner.

“That’s my girl,” Logan smiled, still looking in your eyes. He adjusted to a spot where he could take your earlobe between his teeth and tug. “You gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

All you could manage was a whimper and nod. He ran his thumb over your clit once, twice before you were clutching his bicep, nails digging in hard as you tightened around his fingers, finding your release and panting against Logan’s skin. As your breathing evened out, Logan gently pulled his fingers from you, cradling you close and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Thinking about making you come was the only thing keeping me going today,” Logan said, kissing your forehead.

“Well, you certainly delivered,” you laughed. You rolled onto your side and tugged at his belt. “My turn.”

But Logan held your wrist still, shaking his head. “I just wanted to do that for you.” You bit down on your bottom lip. “There’s plenty of time to repay me,” Logan said with a devilish smirk. You both laughed a little before he kissed you one more time. “Come on, keep me company while I grab a drink.” He stood from the bed and held out his hand, which you happily took. On your way out, you grabbed your robe from the back of your vanity chair to throw on, but Logan caught the motion from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned around and snatched the cloth from your hand, throwing it blindly back into the bedroom. “Please. Like I’m gonna let you cover up,” he tutted, rolling his eyes.

“So, what? I’m supposed to walk around here naked while you’re fully dressed? Just for your entertainment?” you teased, leaning over the island in your kitchen.

“Yes,” he smiled, swatting your ass as he passed by on his way to the fridge.

“You’re so lucky I like you.”

“Oh, don’t I know it, princess.” Logan grabbed a rocks glass and some ice before walking over to the other end of the room where he kept his preferred alcohol. “Jules sent me a picture this afternoon of the girls at their soccer game,” he said offhand. He was trying to sound casual, but you knew better. Though he never particularly liked children and certainly was never going to have any of his own, the minute his first niece came into this world, Logan turned into a doting uncle, always eager to show off the girls and brag about everything they were involved in.

“Did they win?” you asked with a massive smile.

“Obviously,” he laughed, taking a sip of his drink as he walked back over to you. Logan pulled his phone from his pocket and pulled up his conversation with Juliet. And there they were- semi-toothless grinning on a field, holding a little gold trophy with a soccer player on the top.

“Oh god, they look so grown up,” you smiled.

“Tell me about it,” he sighed. “I think we should bring them something this weekend for winning their season. I don’t know, like a new playhouse or something.”

“Juliet is going to kill you,” you laughed. “Uncle Logan is going to spoil them rotten.”

“What can I say? I love to spoil my girls,” he winked, running a finger along your jaw. You rolled your eyes fondly, but a yawn found a way to creep out of you. “Wanna get back in bed, princess?”

“Yes, please.” Logan led the way back to your bedroom, almost letting you in before leaning down to kiss you one more time. “I love you,” you whispered to him.

“Love you too,” he smiled back, shutting the door to the outside world and leaving just the two of you to enjoy each other.

[djbunnie]

unexpected turn of events

At midnight, Logan walked out of the pub drunk and decided to walk 6 miles to visit his love…

~KNOCK KNOCK~

“RAEVEN OP-EN UURP!” Logan shouted, “RAE OPEN UURP! PLESS!” With no response, the green changeling grew impatient and decided to banging the door with both fists. “RAE-RAE! BABY! O-OPEN UP. IT'S FREEZING OUT.PLEZZZZZ...”

Finally the apartment door opened, Logan hissed at the bright light that hit his sensitive eyes. The green changeling took a step back, covering his eyes with his arm. After rubbing his eyes, his vision clears. He let out a gasp at the heavenly image in front of him.

The dark sorceress looked erotic, her hair was slightly messy, panting and covered in sweat. But what really excited the green hero was she wore nothing but a silk white robe clutching the robe tightly to hide where her large mounds were.

“Logan what the hell are you doing here?” raven whispers harshly. Logan snapped out of his daze and blinked.

“What!? Can a man visit his woman!?”

“Huh?” Raven was confused until she caught the smell of beer, “Logan are you Drunk?” raven asked.

“YUP!”

“Logan, go home...” Raven gave him a stern glare.

“WHA! Why!?” Logan was beyond confused. Why would his girlfriend kick him out? “What's wrong Mama? Why -”

“Logan! We broke up 2 years ago. Now leave before you wake up the neighbors and cause a scene.” Raven interrupted.

“WHAT WE BROKE UP BUT WHY!” Logan was panicking, he doesn't remember this ever happening. No, he refused to believe it. He was about to say something.but a dark husky voice interrupted him.

“Beloved i hear shouting is everything okay.” a familiar voice said with concern. Logan was sure he heard that voice somewhere. It didn't take long to see Damian came to view, wearing nothing but a green towel wrapped around his waist.

“WTF.” it didn't take long for the Logan to connect the dots.

Damian looked up, to see Logan frozen in shock. “Logan?” Damian raised a confused brow, with his arms crossed over his muscular chest.

Logan dropped on his knees, with tears in his eyes.“Why Rae? Why him and not me?”

Raven sighs,“Logan, you were cheating on me with Terra, you stole $3,000 from my card to buy Terra booze even though she’s an alcoholic, and in a drunken rage you swung at me.”

“I can change mama-”

“Logan, leave or i'll call the cops!” Raven threatened.

“What is it that he can do that I can't!” Logan asked angrily, pointing at Damian.

Damian wrapped his arm around Raven's waist, pulling her close to his chest. “I last longer than 30 seconds.” Damian said cockily with a smirk on his face and closed the door shut.

[kanene-yaaay]

You’re going to tickle me first, right?

Kanene’s note: One day I will carefully plan beforehand a title. But that day is noooot today! sdfghjfrgtyujikdfgh.

I consider this the last story from that idea of lers + lees in more different scenarios. I already did all the sides and I am very proud of the results! Thankys for all the support <3333

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* This is Ticklish!Logan with Ler!Patton and Remus. Their relationship can be viewed as romantic or platonic. Around 2.300 words.

* Some fabulous works that inspired me with the idea and the teases (they’re from bnha)

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Take some time to remember about the litol cool things that you saw today! Fanfic, series, movies, a bird or a beautiful flower... anything that maded u happy! Drink water, sleep and eat! Today is another day and I’m proud that we’re both still here.

[~*~]

"Looking good, hot stuff." Arms hugged him from behind and Logan scoffed, as usual when confronted by feelings, behind his cup of coffee, drinking the remains of the liquid in a few gulps as he relaxed on the warm chest behind him. The morning was quiet and Patton’s humming on the kitchen was one of the few sounds that cut the air. Logan let his attention swim back to his book when the other began to nuzzle his neck, a small 'tsk' escaping between a tiny smile when his mustache hit a sweet spot on his shoulder.

 They both knew what that meant, after all, Remus wasn’t fond on keeping a subtle demeanor and they already had played this exact game thousands of times before.

 "Remus..."

 "Tickle me, Logan!" The pout was crystal clear on his voice, discarding the need of the other adult to turn back to notice it. "It’s been almost a week since last time! And. I. Need. My. Daily. Doses of. Tickles."

Logan growled, ignoring the amused crackle behind him and instead focusing on hiding his now complete red face on one of his hands, the other tightly gripping his book and depositing it on the tabletop in front of him. "How can you say this so nonchalantly?" It was his almost inaudible muffled whisper.

 "Because watching you become a blushy-blushed mess is sooo fun. ~"

 Another nuzzle, Logan scrunched his neck, containing his reactions.

 "Now, now, Re. Teasing Logan about how he is the most adorably-adorable bumblebee when he gets all blush-y and soft-y about tickling isn't very nice." Patton chirped from his spot, almost finished from doing the dishes, since the most serious of their group had been responsible for their breakfast and Remus would be making their dinner today. He could even pass as being very serious if it wasn’t for the smirk on his features betraying his words. "You know he can't stand hearing the word tickle. Or tickling. Or tickly."

 "Or ticklish, or tiggle, or even tickle, tickle, tickle-"

 In a smooth, quick movement, Logan turned his body, now being the one encircling the taller waist with his arms, fingers clawing on his sides, but not moving. Yet.

 "That is enough of you, squeaky toy."

 And Remus knew that just their previous playful banter had been more than enough to prompt Logan to get some revenge.

 However…

 Seeing him like this was just too much fun.

 His eyes glinted, a grin expanding on his face. "He is sooo flustered. Pat! Look at him! Isn't he adorable?"

 "I know, right!" Patton squealed in delight at the tiny, infinitesimal smile showing on the most serious one, ignoring Logan's grunt as he tried to hide his face in Remus' shoulder, grumbling something about teases and stupid, confident friends "But we can't be mean with him, sweetpea. Even if he is so precious and full of such beautiful reactions that makes us want to tease him over and over and over again." He whispered the last part, as if he was sharing a secret and the person they were talking about wasn't dying in the middle of their room.

 "Even his ears are red, now!!" Remus also lowered his voice, blowing a light steam of air on them as he talked. "You're the one being mean to me.” Logan more felt than saw Remus pointing a finger accusingly to the other, “telling me I can't tease him even knowing he will be all helpless and shy and cute.”

 "I would like to state that I hate you."

 "Shhh, Lo-lo! We're whispering! Which means you can't hear us."

 Snickers floated freely in the air. Logan’s warning jab at Remus’ side only made part of them evolve to amused crackles.

 "I am literally between you two, unless you talk in a language I do not master nor understand I can very much process the exact meaning of what you're pronouncing."

 They giggled harder. Logan's scoff deepened, he tried to untangle himself from the hold and walk away to the security of his room and his valorous notebooks where he could carefully think and plan a very special, tickly revenge for both, but a soft kiss on his flaming cheeks placated his impulse, - although not his mostly dramatic scoff and roll of eyes.

 "Patton!!!!” The one wearing a green pajama whined as if the world was ending and he was not the one to blame because of that, drops of fake-sadness dripping on his tune. “He is even pouting!”

 "FALSEHOOD!"

 “That is not fair!! Not. Fair."

 "Okay, okay, my dear.” Patton gave in, calm words. Logan looked smugly at Remus, who was now in the hold of the pout.

 “You can tease him more, but just a little."

 Logan squeaked when Remus triumphally shoved his face on his neck, working his way across the spot, mustache tickling and itching, until he was able to deliver a couple of nibbles right under his chin, drinking up the muffled yelps and snickers that that caused.

 Patton's gentle voice hit his ears just as he threw his head back in an attempt to escape the attack. "Just say 'glasses’ and we stop, okay?"

 Remus didn't say anything, although he stopped his attack, a hand finding his and squeezing reassuringly. The shorter smiled, a warmth flooding on his chest and pouring out of it in the way softness found the corner of his eyes, immediately hiding any hint of it on Remus' shoulder and nodding. Quiet, mumbled words.

 "Green."

 “Aw, what is the matter? Not so serious now, are we?” Remus purred, each word vibrating on his skin. “What a shame, what a shame, what a sad end for our rational, professional nerd boy. Just a few tickles here,” he quickly pinched the other’s thigh, making the arms tight around his waist, consequently pulling him closer, “some attention there,” nails found and traced whatevers on the length of his lower back, “a couple of  teases and tickles aaand then you’re already all defeated. Aww, my poor, poor, sensitive ler. ~”

 His confident tone was broken by a squeal when the fingers resting on his sides squeezed that spot, wiggling for a few seconds before stopping, enough for the taller to try to squirm away, only to find himself well stuck on the arms securing him in the same place. His gaze found danger on Logan’s glare.

 “Oh,” shivers ran his spine, “is that so?” Another squeak flew from him when the fingers curled, nails grazing the ticklish skin. “Please, care to elaborate?”

 Remus' excitement was written over his entire face. He began to bounce, however his giddy energy was controlled enough for him to be able to lower his head, a shit eating grin plastered on his lips, hands locking behind the other’s neck, exposing even more the spots on his torso.

 "Do your worst, my ler. ~"

 “Gasp! Lo-lo!” Logan blinked and, oh, when he opened his eyes Patton was on his vision field, with an adorable pout and arms crossed. “I can’t believe you’re going to tickle him first. I thought I was your favorite Gigglebug!”

 Another grunt escaped from his lips. That was it. Logan was done.

 “Patton…” He warned, mind already running to how to turn the tables before he got caught on their teases again.

 “You’re definitely our favorite gigglebug, Pattycake.” Remus nodded, extending one of his arms behind him and pulling Patton swiftly when they locked their hands, succeeding in making them both sandwich the taller in a hug. He danced his fingers on the other’s neck, making his pout disappear in a soft huff. “Buuut, I have the best snorts and squeals here. So, sorry not sorry, it seems like I will be getting all the tickles today.”

 “No, no!” Patton quickly jumped in on the playful demeanor, smiling and clinging on Logan from behind, bubbly giggles already escaping from his mouth. “My ler!!” He nuzzled between his shoulder blades, the sudden move leading the coffee-addicted one to arch his back, a silent gasp escaping from his lips.

 “You are both being ridicuLOUS-” His voice hitched as Patton focused on a rather… sensitive spot on his back, too much next to his ribs and not away enough from his spine. “P-p-patton. Sssstop!”

 Unfortunately, the fact of him holding the wrists of the hands resting peacefully under his armpits, trying to pry Patton away also meant he wasn’t paying nearly enough attention to the dangerous gleam surging on Remus’ eyes, nor the way his hands clawed in the air for a few seconds before descending on Logan’s hips, fishing a surprised shriek.

 “REMUS!”

 The aforementioned only smirked, thumbs digging on the ticklish flesh with ease, batting his eyelashes when Logan's awareness turned back at him, legs trying to kick himself away as his body squirmed in despair with the unexpected ruthless attack. “You’re going to tickle me first, right, nerd?”

 “No!!” The adult didn’t even get a chance to answer before kisses were being deposited on the sides of his neck, an index finger tickling that exact spot where it connected with his back, switching between encircling the spot to lightly scribble, scribble, scribble right on the middle on it, being careful to not let a single inch unattended. “I am the first! You’re such an amazing, lovely and good Ler, Logan! I won’t even cover my face this time! All the giggles and laughter and smiles just for you, cutiepants.”

 “Well, with me,” he highlighted the word by energetically scratching his others, previous free, fingers on his sides, delighted with the way the shorter’s laughter improved with it, “we can play all the tickle, tickly games he wants to! Hands up, Countdown, Don’t Smile, How Much Minutes Can You Endure… You name it, hot mess.”

 And a mess he was, indeed. Especially when Patton decided to pull his shirt up, slowly spidering his hands under the fabric, a tingly sensation following his path, and giggling as he prodded his way up to skitter his long, absurdly, horribly, amazingly long nails on the back of his ribs, sending shivers and tingles non stop on his torso. Both attackers cooing in synchrony as guffaws and squeaks started to paint his frantic laughter.

 “Lo-lo, don’t listen to him! I can help you to sing those nice, cute nursery rhymes that you like so much, remember? I love when we sing them together because you’re so great, smart and mean about it! Always doing things like crawling your fingers up, up, up, our ribs…” he punctuated his sentences by doing exactly what he described, “and then running them aaaaaall their way back to the sides!”

 “Wait!! Damn! Wait, please, wahahahait!”

 “Or when he discovers a new, horrible, unbearable spot,” Remus ignored the series of ‘nonono’s from the ‘victim’ as he focused two fingers on the patch of skin above his bellybutton, poking and pinching there, his free hand holding down the wrist that shoot in order to stop him “and he focuses all his attention on it, being sure to thoroughly tickle it and to remember us that we can wiggle and giggle all we want because we do absolutely nothing to stop it.”

 “And also, how much we love all of this! All the attention,” Patton kissed behind his left ear, traveling to the other with small raspberries when Logan clued it on his shoulder, shaking his head, “all the care,” kiss “all the teases,” a big raspberry “all the tickles,” a series of tender, soft pecks along his cheeks and ears “and how much happy that makes us feel!!”

 “And the best part? We will go on and on tickling you for hours and hours until we are all satisfied.”

 “I can’t! I cahahan’t!”

 “Yup!! We will just stay riiight here, giving you all the kitty kitty coo’s and coothie coothie coo’s you could ever want until we ask us to stop, okay? So, you just relax and enjoy it, Logie-bear.”

 “Plehehease!”

 “Tickle, tickle, tickle, nerd. What with that smile? Can’t take what you like to dish out? Tsk, such a pity, really. You know what is even greater, though? You can beg, you can say you’re sorry, you can promise to do anything we want but that won’t work. Do you know why?” Logan shook his head, a smile plastered on his face. “Because there is no reason for me to be doing this other than see you get tickled to pieces.”

 “Oh no, my dear, it seems like the tickle monsters got you! Isn’t that amazing? Having two lovely monsters who knows all your melt, fluff spots giving you exactly what you love? Knowing precisely what to do or what to say to make you a cute, adorable puddle of laughter and giggles that you so much love and crave to be? Huh? You absolutely love this, don’t you, my blushy bear?”

 “Enough! Enough!” Logan’s legs gave up, and in between his wheezing laughter, his yelps, squeaks and pleas a breathless ‘glasses’ made itself known, leading the tickling to a stop and to the three of them to lay carefully on the kitchen’s floor. Happy chuckles filling the silence.

 Silence.

 “So, did you choose which one of us you will tickle first?”

 “Actually, Pat-Pat, I think we make a great team.”

 Patton flung himself to the other, hugging him with a squeal. Remus couldn’t help but to reciprocate the touch, cooing over his excitement. “We do!!”

 “I agree.” Maybe it was how much closer and lower Logan’s voice was, or because of the thousands of memories that tune brought that made both froze so instantly, goosebumps traveling across their bodies with shots of adrenaline. “And I am sure you will make a much more endearing one, with matching helpless laughter and excited smiles, when I catch you. ‘When’ and not ‘if’, because I will find and catch you two, my ticklish lees. And when we are all reunited I am certain you will love all the ideas and experiments I have for you.” They slowly turned back, joyful expressions as their gaze found the malefic, playful glint shining along with the slightly blush on the Logan’s face.

 “You have five seconds.”

 Patton grabbed Remus’ hand, pulling them up.

 “Run.”

[lovehugsandcandy]

One-on-One: Love (N*FW, ColtxMC, ROD)

A/N: This is a birthday gift for the lovely @desiree-pow (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE! I hope that this bday is AMAZING - you deserve it!!!). This is also the last (maybe?) one-shot in the Colt!basketball AU that no one asked for. (Series here)

Length: ~1,800 words 

Rating:  N*FW (Swearing and sex)

Summary: That’s one way to improve morale after a loss.

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Ellie bounced Jaylen on her lap, trying futility to keep him occupied as the final seconds ticked by. The Knicks were down by 11; even with thirty seconds on the clock, this game was over.

“Ugh,” she moaned, standing at the final horn and turning to Brandi, the sole friend she had made amongst the other players’ wives. “This loss means Colt is going to be in a god awful mood tonight.”

“Oh no,” Brandi replied, fixing her with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t mind when they lose. Kevin gets all his anger out in the best way, if you know what I mean.”

Ellie blinked, mind slowly catching up to the implication, as she cradled her son closer. Her thoughts raced before finally settling on awe. It was a fantastic idea; she was amazed she hadn’t thought of it before. 

She knew Colt better than anyone. 

She knew he liked winning.

But she knew he loved her more, desperately, ferociously; she had seen it repeatedly, from callused fingertips tracing ever so gently over goosebumps emerging on her bare skin to his willingness to temper even his worst impulses for her sake. His absolute adoration had quelled many of the ceaseless on-court fistfights, though the smart mouth spitting insults remained. His devotion had convinced him to refuse multiple trade requests for the sake of their family. And it had even reduced the constant bickering targeted at Logan, though nothing would squash every jab.

Together, they had navigated graduations and parenthood, dissertations and Championships.

Of course she could get him over one loss.

It was brilliant.

~~~~~

She heard the front door creak open right as Jaylen drifted off to sleep, easing the nursery door closed as quietly as she could, Brandi’s words still bouncing around her brain, she waited two beats to make sure that he didn’t stir before creeping away.

When she edged downstairs, bare feet slow on the carpet, it was quiet but, if she focused, she could hear quiet clicking, tapping of fingers on a keyboard barely audible from the living room. She peeked in; the laptop screen illuminated Colt’s face, game tape already rolling in front of him.

“Hey, Colt?”

He didn’t respond, eyes glued on the movement in front of him, tight fingers reaching for his cell phone.

“Colt?”

“Hmm? Is the baby asleep?” He didn’t look up, not even when she stalked closer to lean over the couch and drag her palms over his chest, damp hair from the locker room shower tickling her cheek. “That fucking asshole,” he murmured, still transfixed by the screen; she rolled her eyes.

“Colt, come to bed.”

“In a minute, I gotta-“

“Coooolt.” Her teeth grazed his earlobe, and he shuddered, tremble rolling up and down his spine, but still his gaze remained on the screen.

“Baby, I-” His fingers were tense around the phone but his words cut off sharply, inhale whistling harshly through his teeth as her fingertips walked slow, teasing circles underneath his t-shirt, down the taut muscles of his chest.

“The tape will be there tomorrow.”

“But I need to-“ He sucked in a breath, again, as her teeth teased the tendon in his neck, and he grabbed hold of her hair when she paused, gently keeping her pinned in place as she nibbled a possessive mark into his skin. “Baby…”

“Come on.” She stood, edging backwards toward the stairs, and smirked when he turned to face her, leather couch creaking beneath him. His eyes trailed down, flashing greedy and dark, intent on where her fingers fiddled with the bottom hem of the grey sweatshirt.

“Logan’s supposed to call me, we’re gonna go over tape.”

She raised her eyebrows, saying nothing, and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, noting the exact moment when his eyes drifted down to the jersey underneath, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“We’re supposed to…” He trailed off helplessly as the phone in his hand began blaring, glancing between the lit screen and to where her hands were making their way to the front of her jeans. “Baby, this isn’t fair.”

She bit her lip when she popped the button, taking her time with the zipper, and had just started inching the denim down her thighs when he dropped the phone, still ringing as it bounced to the ground. He leaned forward, eyes intent on the emerging skin, and she grinned in victory, kicking away the fabric when it reached her toes.

She had just put her fingers on the hem of her jersey when he leapt clear over the back of the couch; she giggled as she stumbled backwards, but he was faster, long legs tracking her as if he were streaking towards the net. However, instead of the basketball, she was the prize. 

And Colt always demanded his prize.

“Fuck no.” He pulled her hands away from the Knicks blue, dragging her against his chest. “Leave it on.” 

“You are such a narcissist. You just want me wearing your name.”

“Our name,” he corrected, sliding warm fingertips up her sides to settle underneath her bra. “And it doesn’t matter ‘cuz you know you’re gonna be screaming my name in a minute.”

“You are such a- oh.”

His teeth were against her neck as she sagged against him, back resting against his chest as strong fingers dug insistently on her hipbones, leading her towards the stairs. “That was completely unfair. You cheat worse than the fucking Nets.” Behind them, Colts cell phone was still blaring from somewhere under the couch, but she could only focus on the hushed promises being dropped into her ear. “And, when we get to our bedroom, I’m gonna take you apart just like I did them in the fucking playoffs.”

But they didn’t make it to the bedroom, anyway.

She sassed back, “I think I can play tougher defense than they can.” But it was difficult walking, Colt plastered behind her, chuckling against her neck before his lips moved to the curve of her shoulder, teeth print on her skin marking her as his as much as the six letters on her back. He teased the line of her panties, fingertips dipping incrementally closer as revenge for her sharp tongue; by the time they got to the bottom step, her words were gibberish, unintelligible, and the muscled arms around her waist were the only things keeping her weak knees from giving out.

She made it one step, then two, the line of his chest solid against her back and his cock stiffening against her ass, grinding in an utterly distracting and entirely indecent way, and she couldn’t be blamed for missing the next step, collapsing to her knees on the plush carpet.

“Fuck, Ellie.” He followed her down, pinned to her the entire way, and his hands curved over hers on the step. “Ok?”

“Please,” she whined, the only coherent sound she could make through the fog over taking her body and mind. “Just please.”

“Fuck.” The word landed hot against her neck and he moved, shifting back, and she heard rustling, fabric being pulled away, her underwear tugged down to a rushed tangle at her knees, and then he was lining up behind her. Her forehead dropped to a stair as he slid inside her, her eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as the familiar stretch sent lightning up her nerves. “Ellie, God, you feel incredible.”

She inhaled, trying to somehow get oxygen into her heaving lungs; he felt incredible, joined as one and hard inside her, hands warm and solid on her hips, teeth digging designs at the curve of her neck. “Colt, move, just move, please.”

He huffed a laugh against her skin and obliged, slow at first, settling deeper and deeper until he was just right, her thighs clenching as pleasure flickered and flared up her spine, then back down, jolting every nerve ending until she could feel it in her toes.

She moaned, low and lusty and downright filthy, and her nails scratched against the carpet as his hips moved faster; she worried for a moment that she tore a thread from the floor but, with the next thrust, it didn’t even matter because all she could do was moan into the carpet. Her hand flew to her mouth to dampen the keening cry pulled from her lips, but Colt only dragged her hand away, interlocking their fingers as he moved faster, hips pushing her forward and forehead sliding over the rug.

“Fuck, I want to hear you, El.”

“But the baby…”

“Don’t care.”

“But oh God, Colt there, please- I can’t-”

He pivoted his hips just so and the noise that came out of her mouth was unnatural, high and debauched and inhuman. The world shook around her as her vision swam, carpet fading in and out of vision as she tightened her fingers around his, something to cling to as the world fell apart. She barely registered when he shifted, fingertips of his other hand digging into her hip bones to pull her hips flush against his, or his moan, low in her ear; she was still shaking, weakened body sinking lower until she and Colt landed flat on the stairs, a pile of limbs and ragged breath. 

She was a sated, pliant mess when he eased her up off the stairs, guiding her to their bedroom to tug off the jersey, her bra, and his entire tracksuit, now wrinkled and defiled beyond repair. He was just kissing down her ear when she bit her lip and grinned. “Are you feeling better about that loss now?”

“What loss?” he murmured into her skin.

She chuckled, craning her neck back as he reached that sensitive spot at her shoulder and continued down. “The game tonight?” It was getting harder to form words.

“What game tonight?”

She laughed again and had a smart reply at the ready before a tinny cry cut through the air. Colt dropped his forehead against her stomach. “I knew you’d wake the baby.”

“He has the absolute worst timing.”

“Colt?” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Can you…?”

“What? 

“Maybe go see if you can put him back to sleep?”

He looked up, eyes narrowing. “Ellie…”

“Please?” She put on her best pout, curling her fingers over the sensitive spot behind his ears.

“But this was your night.”

She stuck her bottom lip out further, batting her eyelashes.

“Oh, my God! I can’t believe-” Colt groaned, standing up in a huff. “Fine. Fine.” He threw on some boxers, feet stomping heavy as he gave her the evil eye the entire time. “You are so lucky I love you.”

She laughed, listening to his footsteps recede down the hall; gradually, the crying quieted, then ceased, followed by a soothing voice and quiet coos. Twisting the ring around her finger, she smiled and whispered to the universe, “Yeah. I really am.”

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[babysizedfics]

Virgil moves and talks so quietly that no one hears him (and he hates it)

virgil is naturaly very gentle in pretty much everything he does. he moves so quietly around the house because he wears socks and always walks on his tiptoes (which is an autistic trait) and he also speaks so softly hardly above a whisper unless he's laughing or yelling that he always scares people who didnt know he was right behind them.

and it sort of upsets vee. not so much that he moves silently but doesnt like that he accidentally scares people and he really doesnt like that people can't hear him when he speaks - when he was first created as a four year old he was completely mute and it took at least a year for him to finally learn to speak at five years old and even then he was still selectively mute and only semi verbal otherwise.

so he's had to deal with not being able to communicate his needs effectively a lot. he still goes mute sometimes if he is overwhelmed and when he is regressed he is semi verbal. so he feels sensitive about the fact that even when he finally CAN communicate with words most of the time, he feels like he can't do it right because he cant force himself to speak loud enough.

LOGAN

like one morning logan will be waiting for the coffee machine to fill his mug and virgil will come into the kitchen and say 'good morning.' when logan doesnt respond virgil gets nervous that maybe he did something wrong and his mama is angry with him

so he doesnt try to speak again just in case it would annoy logan and he moves around silently on his toes getting breakfast

it isnt until logan hears the fridge door open and close that he looks back and his eyes fall on vee. virgil freezes a little but logan smiles softly at him. 'good morning virgil. when did you get here?'

'uh a couple minutes ago'

'oh my apologies, i didnt hear you come in' then logan turns back to his coffee and picks up his mug.

'i said good morning' vee whispers, worried that it would sound like complaining. but logan doesnt even hear him say it so vee gives up on talking and just sits next to logan for breakfast in comfortable silence (thats underlaid by shame on his part)

PATTON AND ROMAN STORIES ARE BELOW THE CUT BC THIS GOT LONG

PATTON

patton will be doing the dishes and humming and virgil will tiptoe in and say 'hi dad' but patton doesnt hear it over the running water and keeps washing up. virgil fidgets a bit on the spot, anxious that it feels like he's eavesdropping on patton even though he isn't trying to at all

he tries a couple more times to say hi to his dad when theres less noise coming from the plates in the sink but still theres no response. so he tries to speak louder 'um dad, im behind you'

and for him it was louder than usual but for other people its more like a slightly quiet soft voice... so patton doesnt hear him still, even when he turns off the water and dries his hands.

virgils heart hammers in his chest because patton is gonna turn around and think virgil was spying on him even though virgil tried to speak to him a few times by this point. 'please dont jump' virgil whispers desperately, knowing that he's essentially talking to himself now

and of course when patton finally turns around he does jump and he yelps loudly at seeing virgil and even though virgil expected it it startles him and he flinches and his eyes immediately water (he gets really annoyed by how easily he cries sometimes)

patton sees it and quickly calms down and goes over to pull him into a hug 'oh im sorry honey, i didnt hear you come in. did i scare you?'

virgil tries to breath evenly to stop his chest from shaking when he speaks. 'i - um i tried to talk to you... a few times' virgil mumbles into his shoulder

and patton smiles a little because he's kind of soft for how gentle virgil is all over including his voice and he apologises again and kisses virgils head and they move on.

it helps virgil not feel so bad about it when it happens with pstton because he always holds him and kisses his head in apology, plus patton finds his quiet voice endearing and at least thats a positive because virgil gets fawned over by his dad a bit

ROMAN

but the worst is when it happens with roman.

roman will be in his room singing while he works on some artwork. not even that loud, just singing softly as he concentrates on his paintbrush. virgil was feeling lonely and bored and kind of jittery and anxious for no reason in his room and usually roman lets him watch when he's doing art and it calms virgils anxiety and is fun to just sit there in silence in romans company.

so he knocks on romans door gently and peeks his head in. roman is faced away from him at his easel on the other side of the room still singing under his breath a little. virgil tiptoes into the room and calls 'roman? can i watch?'

theres no response so virgil takes a deep breath and tries to speak out 'ro? is it ok if i come in?' and he thought it was loud but clearly not because roman isnt even singing at full volume and he still doesnt react to him at all.

virgil actually feels that familiar anxious swirling of dread in his tummy now. he hates not being heard when he does want to speak and he hates that it always shocks someone and that they must think he's sneaking around on purpose.

he starts clawing and pulling at the hem of his skirt and tiptoes closer, only a few feet behind roman now. he tugs his sweater sleeves down and bites his lip. roman still doesnt notice him. virgil takes a shaky breath 'roman, please' and it was actually quieter because hes so nervous now of what will happen when roman hears him and sees he has come in without permission... he hates this.

roman still doesnt show any sign of knowing virgil is there... so virgil tentatively reaches up - his hand shaking - to poke romans shoulder with one finger. 'ro?' he whispers, hating that his voice trembles

roman screams and immediately jumps and spins around. 'dear f*cking zeus! Virgil what the f*ck!' he yells, eyes wide and almost angry

and virgil can't help it. the yelling shocked him so much and roman is so much bigger and towering over him and he looks angry and now vee is shaking and his vision is blurry with tears.

roman instantly backs down, the shock on his face melting to sympathy. 'ah sh*t, i'm sorry vee...' and he puts his palette and brush down and gently places his hands on virgils arms in an attempt to comfort him 'i didnt mean to yell, im sorry.' he says gently, rubbing his hands over virgils arms 'why didnt you tell me you were here, titch?'

'i d-did!' virgil cries, his voice thick with tears 'i tri-ied to - to talk and you didn't h-h--' he cuts himself off with a strangled cry. he's just as shocked as roman by how hard he's crying

roman feels awful and immediately pulls vee into a tight hug 'no no its okay vee, shh. im really sorry i didnt hear you'

vee just sniffles into romans chest and wraps his fingers in romans sweatshirt tightly. a cry comes out thats more like a little squeak and without realising it his thumb slips into his mouth

roman pulls back from the hug to see his little brother sucking his thumb. sometimes virgil sucks his thumb as an adult for comfort so he has to check 'vee, are you feeling tiny?'

vee doesnt really understand the question and tugs at romans sweatshirt and whines, looking up at him with wet pleading eyes

and roman feels his heart break a little. he feels so guilty that he apparently scared virgil into his regression.

'okay baby, here we go' he leans down to wrap his arms around virgils back and under his thighs and hoists virgil onto his hip. then he sighs 'let's go find your papa to change you'

'bipa?' vee squeaks through his remaining tears. he sniffles again and roman feels guilt wash over him again

'yeah, clever baby, papa's gonna get you a diaper' he whispers and wipes his thumb under vees eye to catch another falling tear

vee whimpers quietly and buries his face on romans shoulder so roman takes it as a prompt to start moving and carrying virgil out of his room to find patton

roman really would have liked for adult virgil to watch him paint but he thinks its all his fault for yelling that vee regressed from fear. so he decides painting can wait, he wants to make it up to his brother with lots of cuddes and playing games to make the baby giggle for the rest of the day

[98prilla]

Deathworlder Down

Set in @delimeful 's wonderful WIBAR AU. Virgil gets sick, and the others struggle to help him, not only with his illness, but the clear underlying emotional issues.

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It was quiet, on the Mindscape.

 Logan was reading, absently twirling his fingers and hands as he studied, recording information, though he was certain most of it would prove false, as it was the little that was reported about humans. Most were comparable to ghost stories or urban legends, but there were a few that seemed more credible, that he hoped would give some more insight into humans in general.

 Roman was off working out somewhere, sparring, he insisted it was just to keep sharp, but they all knew it was because he didn’t trust the human on board not to go feral and kill them any second, despite Virgil’s rather shy and withdrawn personality. Still, at least he was getting his aggression out elsewhere, and not by actually fighting or snarking at the true object of his emotions. He was doing better, still, Logan would give him that, but there was a long way to go.

 He could hear Patton pitter pattering about in the kitchen, chirping and warbling to himself, making his lips twitch up into a smile. It had been far too quiet, without the little Ampen aboard, too much silence to drown in. It was a comfort he hadn’t realized he’d grown accustomed to, hearing Patton hum and chirp and sing all day. Now it was also a relief, a steady reminder their friend was back home, safe and sound, and he frowned again, thinking of how close they had come to losing him for good. That they would have, had it not been for Virgil.

 Speaking of…

 “Patton?” He asked, stepping into the kitchen, the Ampen stopping his trilling as he set the kettle on the stove, giving him one of his warm, happy smiles, that seemed to actually light up the room.

 “Yeah, Lo? Everything ok?” Patton’s antennae twitched slightly, and he focused back on the present.

 “Yes, I believe so, I was simply wondering if you’d seen Virgil today. He is usually awake by now. I was hoping to discuss some… perhaps sensitive topics, that I picked up on during our vidi.”

 It was true. He hadn’t seen much, with how fast it had all turned, and spiraled out of hand, and though Virgil and him had been having question and answer sessions, the ones he really wanted to ask seemed more… personal. So, he’d kept them to himself, and simply continued his observations, and studied up on the information available to him.

 And what he’d noticed was… concerning, to say the least. He was certain the human wasn’t sleeping enough. Unlike most species, humans could run on limited sleep for an extended period of time, but he was slowly becoming aware that just because humans had the capability to do something, didn’t mean it was natural or good for them to do it. They could survive grievous injuries that would have killed any other species, but it came at great physical and mental cost. They could survive intense radiation, but they would sicken slowly and die. They could imbibe substances that a single sip would be deadly to himself, but even in small amounts, it inhibited a human’s survival instincts and weakened them.

 So just because Virgil was running on, at his best guess, four to five hours of sleep a day, didn’t mean that was anywhere near the healthy range of a human’s normal requirements. He’d noticed some of the side effects so commonly, he’d thought they simply were how humans were, until the Vidi gave him glimpses at others, who lacked the bags under their eyes, the deep bruising, that Virgil always had. Virgil was often unsteady on his feet, “light headed” he called it, he often stared out into space for minutes at a time, without registering anything that was said or happening around him, he ran into things, doorframes, corners of furniture, he stumbled and often had to lean against something to regain his balance.

 The other issue was his diet. Logan was absolutely certain that Virgil was not eating nor drinking enough. With his permission, he’d taken his heart rate, he’d calculated how many calories his body must burn, at the least, throughout a day. With no physical activity, no exertion, the very base level of sleep, Virgil was missing at least hundreds, if not nearly a thousand, necessary calories, and that was if he were in a relaxed state, which he never was. The human was endlessly jumpy and frightened and twitchy, and he had admitted that his heart rate was much higher than it should be, most of the time, due to his constant state of high alert. But despite this, he ate nearly the least at meals, always pushing food around his place, making excuses to take small portions, at least half the time Logan was certain he hadn’t eaten at all until he was forced to at their daily dinner together, and only then because he didn’t want to upset Patton. Based on his limited understanding, Virgil was immensely underweight and incredibly sleep deprived, both dangerously unhealthy states for humans.

 “oh! I peeked in on him a bit ago. He'd just woke up, said he was going to take a shower. I’m kinda surprised he isn’t out here yet.” Patton frowned, his feathers fluffing in distress.

 “I see. I'll go check on him, Patton. Save me a cup?” He smiles as Patton’s face lights up again, only half surprised as Patton jumps at him, hugging him. He carefully supports the Ampen, holding him close, allowing his head to rest against Patton's small, fluffy shoulder.

 “Thanks, Lo. For looking out for him.” Patton mumbled, as Logan let him go, setting him back down on the counter.

 “Of course, Patton. It’s the least I can do. He deserves to not only be safe, but feel safe. I am happy to help make that happen.” Patton's feathers pulsed his trademark light blue, a sign of happiness, that made Logan’s hands flutter, trying to record the warmth in his chest, as he turns away.

…

He woke up with a groan, pushing the cupboard door open, jumping as his door opened, hitting his head against the back of the cupboard at the sudden movement, breath speeding wildly, before he registered Patton’s head poking in, concerned eyes on him.

 “Hey, kiddo. Just checking in. Everything ok?” He sighed, but pushed back his exhaustion, summoning a small smile, making it as reassuring and genuine as possible, not difficult, faced with a small ball of fluff.

 “I’m alright, Pat. Just catching up on some zee’s. Was gonna go shower.” Patton nodded, hopping into his arms for a quick snuggle, before chirping a happy goodbye and vanishing out the door.

 He slumped back against the pylon behind him with another groan, rubbing his hands across his face, then up into his hair, wincing as he felt his hair stick straight up, matted with sweat. He’d stayed in bed far later than usual, but he hadn’t slept more. The night had been plagued with nightmares and sleep paralysis, filling him with terror so deep he couldn’t even scream, could merely panic until he passed out once more, tossing and turning restlessly.

 He felt shivery, cold, and his head spun just a bit as he stood, his stomach turning at the motion, vertigo rocking him as he leaned against the wall for a moment, trying to get his bearings.

 “fine. I’m fine.” He muttered, taking a few deep breaths in and out, before making his way to the door, listening for a few moments to make sure he couldn’t hear Roman anywhere nearby, he didn’t think he could handle the Crav’n in his current state.

 Which was normal and healthy and perfectly fine. He had to be fine.

 He made it to the bathroom with minimal stumbling, his vision barely swimming in and out, as he stripped, and turned on the water, hot enough it would probably burn any other members of their little band, but he just sighed in relief as he stepped in, letting the water run over him, soothe the aches building in his muscles. He let out a sigh, halfheartedly scrubbing at his hair, zoning out as he watched the steam.

 As he watched, it seemed to form a shape, to swirl into a nebulous form, and his breathing stuttered, heart stopping, as he stared in fear at the suited figure, one of his captors, a needle stabbing down towards him, and he flinched back, the world blurring and swirling and fading out around him, static roaring through his ears, his heart racing as static filled his vision as well. Distantly, he heard knocks, someone maybe calling his name, then he felt his legs give out, his head hit something hard, and the world went black.

…

“Virgil? Are you alright?” He heard a loud thump, a crash, and his eyes widened, knocking again. “Virgil? If you do not answer me, I am going to enter. Virgil!” Nothing. He threw open the door, breath catching, freezing in place at the sight.

 Virgil was sprawled across the bathroom floor, unconscious. His breathing seemed somewhat labored and shallow, and he could hear the slight wheeze to it from the doorway. What caught his eye first were the endless collection of scars, all across his body, covering nearly every inch of his skin, and it turned his stomach, it made him sick, the level of trauma and abuse Virgil must have endured. He’d known it wasn’t good, known he’d been a lab rat, an experiment, a being to harvest then sell off the parts once he was drained dry, but knowing it and seeing the scars, the marks of old burns from the stun batons, was something else entirely. And nothing Virgil had said had indicated the violence against him to be to this extent. He felt another surge of appreciation, for Virgil having protected Patton.

 The second thing, that finally forced him into motion, was the small pool of red forming around the human’s head, likely where the back of his skull had impacted with the floor. Quickly, he grabbed a towel from off the rack, and rolled Virgil onto his side, wiping away the blood from his neck and hair, to see where to apply the pressure. He breathed a sigh of relief as he located the wound, surprisingly small, given the amount of blood loss, and he was confident a few moments of pressure would easily stop it.

 “ROMAN!” He shouted with all his might, voice shaking and unsteady, hearing the crashing footsteps of the Crav’n immediately, the being sliding into the doorway mere moments later, scales raised to their extremes, teeth bared, ready to fight, no doubt hoping for an excuse to fight the human.

 “Logan? What’s-“ Patton darts in around Roman’s legs, eyes widening as he instantly is at Virgil’s side, trembling, eyes wide as saucers.

 “I need help. Roman, he’s heavy, I need-“

 “Ok. Ok, teach, I got you. Let’s get him dressed, then I’ll move him to the couch. What’s… what happened?”

 “I’m not entirely sure. I knocked and heard a crash, when I entered, he was like this. I suspect it has something to do with his malnutrition and sleep deprivation.” He answered, focusing on carefully pulling Virgil’s hoodie over his head, hands clenching sharply as one brushes his forehead. “he’s burning up.”

 “That’s what happens when he’s… when he’s sick. Humans get all hot and shivery and sometimes their stomach hurts and they can’t eat. But that only happened on the… on the ship. When… when it was really bad.” His voice wavered, feathers flattening.

 “I would suspect that he has been feeling ill for a couple of days now, if it’s grown severe enough to make him pass out. His normal temperature is around 98.6 to 99, I would estimate his to be closer to one hundred and three. Has he seemed off to you, Patton?”

 “He’s spent less time with me. Less time out of his room. I thought he just needed some space, but… but he was trying to hide he was sick, wasn’t he?”

 “Why would he do that? Did he think we’d just abandon him like some deathworlder would an injured comrade?” Roman snorted disdainfully, helping pull pants onto the human, though Patton could see the concern hiding behind his outrage.

 “Contrarily, he probably didn’t want to be a burden. To use up more of our resources and time. He constantly sees himself as lesser, as the least important of the group, therefore the one who should take up the least space, least time, least amount of food. Surely, you’ve noticed, Roman.”

 “I…hadn’t. I’ll take him now, Pat.” He mumbled softly, gently shooing him back as he scooped Virgil into his arms, surprised at how light the human was, his head lolling limply against his chest, his cheeks flushed, while the rest of his face was even paler than usual. He could feel the frantically rapid beat of his heart, his eyes flicking uneasily under their lids, and his scales flattened in concern. As much as he didn’t trust the human, he didn’t want to see him hurting, either. And if what Logan said was true, Virgil had not only been hurting, but hurting himself, out of, what? Loyalty? Worry? He just couldn’t get a handle on him.

 Then again, he hadn’t tried very hard to get to know him, or to give him a chance. But there was something in seeing him so vulnerable, without the usual piercing stare and silent slink, that made him soften a bit, made him remember that despite being one of the most fearsome creatures in the universe, that Virgil was essentially a child, by human standards. He was so thin, too. He could count his bones, under that hoodie. No wonder he was always cold, he had no layer of fat on his bones.

 And those scars…

 Well. It was enough to almost make him rethink his view on Virgil, at least, as he laid him down on the couch in the common area, Patton immediately taking a seat by his head, brushing his hands soothingly through Virgil’s hair, as the human shook, muttering something in his sleep that was undecipherable, though the tone of fear was impossible to miss, as his hand clenched against the fabric.

 “We need to break his fever. Blankets, Roman? I’ll get you a washcloth and water for his forehead, Patton. If he wakes, he is likely to be disoriented or possibly even hallucinate, because of the fever. However, I have no doubt he will calm immensely upon registering your presence. You are… his lifeline, Patton.” Patton nodded, continuing to focus on Virgil, doing the coo chirp pattern used to soothe babies, one of the first things Virgil had mimicked back to him, back on that awful ship.

 “He’ll… he’ll be ok, right? He just needs some sleep and he’ll be okay?” His voice trembled, and Logan’s hands clasped behind his back, eyes darting as he looked for the right words to say.

 “I don’t know. There’s so little information, Patton, I keep looking and there’s just… not enough, to help him, in any meaningful way. There’s no way of knowing if this is just a ‘flu’ or if it is something more severe. I know his heart rate is high and his breathing rasping, but I don’t know if that’s the result of the illness or simply stress, I would give him medicine, but I don’t know what he can have, what would be helpful, and I don’t know what to do if it’s something we aren’t equipped to handle!” He exploded, pacing the floor somewhat frantically, hands flailing wildly, wincing as one smacked the wall. “I don’t know what to do, but wait.” He said, softer, taking a deep breath and rubbing at his hand, looking up as Roman came to stand before him, gently patting one of his arms.

 “It’s ok, Lo. No one expects you to have all the answers. We know you’ll do your best. You always do.” Logan nodded, pulling himself together somewhat, striding off to the kitchen, Roman heading down the hall to raid the extra blankets from the closets.

 “you’ll be ok, kiddo. I promise.” Patton murmured, nuzzling against Virgil’s cheek, giggling as Virgil mumbles again, leaning into his touch, hand unclenching, face relaxing minutely. When Logan came back, he huffed fondly, Patton curled up against Virgil’s shoulder, just a ball of puffed up blue feathers, pulsing soothingly.