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@wheelbarrow-afterdark
here be fun and mischief!!! im down to do most things, especially if ya wanna have fun with my more puppy side!
ask away and im down to have fun and don’t follow this blog if you’re underage coz like its weird
if youre not sure about something, throw my mun a dm and he’ll see about it :D
so main for me is @wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer and this is the adult zone
*About half an hour later, Wheelie turns up with a bag that has pumpkin soup and potato and leek soup. He’s just in his hoodie and jeans. It knocks on the door with his free hand and waits a moment before knocking again.*
Stevieeeee! Wait actually I dunno who I was talking to. It was probably Steven though.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
The door opens with a muffled squeak and the man behind it gestures for Wheelie to come on in. "Shoes off, slippers on." He softly mutters. "Hope you don't mind the mess." By mess, he means the piles of egyptology books opened to random pages littered around his table, couch, and the floor, annotated and filled with sticky notes and scribbles. And there's also the mess that is himself. He looks as if he'd just gotten back from work. Black dress pants, a white shirt that's rolled up to his elbows and loosely unbuttoned by the collar (but the remaining buttons fighting for its life to contain his chest in), crew socks that have rolled down and squished the Starry Night print on it as it pools by his ankles, and his hair is a mess. He doesn't even know who he is right now. He's feeling out of it and fuck if he's not going to dissipate into a pile of molecules if he's not being held together by the seams of his clothes and the grip of his nails on his arms.
Wheelie slinks inside, closing the door behind him. He nods and slips his sneakers off, replacing them with the slippers.
When it looks up at Steven, he tilts his head and smiles softly. “Yeah, you look like shit.” He looks around the apartment, wondering what happened that made it get all messy. Even if Steven was working, it wouldn’t usually get this messy. “No offense.”
He glances at the man in front of him again and for a second, he thinks about how hot he is. He also notices his chest and it takes everything in him to not wolf whistle.
“Hey, how about you go get into something comfy and I’ll heat up some soup, yeah?” He says, trying to sound as casual as he can while his brain is yelling to see if kissing will work this time.
"I might be losing it again but it's nothing new," he dryly jokes. "I'm comfy enough in this. I can't take another textile change right now with whatever atrocious curse's been placed on me."
He toddles over to the sofa and sits on the ground, leaning against the couch. His knees are up against his chest and he grabs the facedown book to his side and props it up on his legs. The text on the book barely registers in his head as his eyes make its way across the page as if it were routine. And that was enough to ease his tenseness a bit.
Grab whatever you want from the fridge, his mind prepares to say out loud but his mouth won't budge. His body is too occupied trying to keep that terseness from snapping.
“Okie dokes. Sensory overload is no joke, my man, so yeah, do what makes you feel comfy,” he says with a smile as he walks into the kitchen.
He heats up some of the pumpkin soup, keeping an eye on Steven as he does. Well he thinks it’s Steven. Marc wouldn’t have mentioned feeling uncomfy with getting changed. Jake might have but not in the same way. He puts the now warm soup in a bowl and carries it over to probably Steven.
With a soft smile, he takes the book out of his hands and then hands him the soup and the spoon. “Eat. You’ll hopefully feel better.”
After a moment, Wheelie sits down behind him and starts running his fingers through his hair, trying to get any knots out. He wouldn’t say it but he’s got experience with helping out with this kinda thing. Lots of the guys he’s been friends with had bouts of ickiness and being so exhausted they couldn’t brush their own hair.
When Wheelie comes back, he places the book down again at its original spot and gives him a strained smile.
"Thank you," he says as he takes the bowl and spoon. Not a second goes by before he's devouring the soup like he hasn't eaten all week, ravenous to get something in him. It doesn't take more than a minute or two for him to finish the bowl and, surprisingly splatter none of it onto his white shirt.
He shivers. The bowl drops down onto the table, spoon clanking in it. His mouth and legs parts just barely and releases a wavering breath. He's thankful that he didn't drop his utensils onto the floor. His scalp is so damn sensitive.
"Everything feels like it's an 11."
“It isn’t a problem, bud,” Wheelie says with a smile. He’s a bit curious about what is up with maybe Steven because usually you don’t eat like a starved animal when sick.
When he drops the bowl onto the table, the clang makes Wheelie jump slightly. He stops unknotting his hair and instead his hands just rest on top of his head.
“Yeah? Do you want me to stop getting rid of these knots?”
He is really not sure what’s going on now. Hopefully it’s not some really weird sickness or like another HYDRA thing.
He shrugs.
"It gets tangled no matter what."
He takes a few deep breaths hoping that, maybe, that wave of chill from that touch fades away instead of staying, frosting over his skin, burning him with its frostbite.
Wheelie hums in acknowledgment before running his fingers through maybe Steven’s hair again.
“So anything else going on besides feeling just general sickness?”
His breath catches in his throat. His legs rub together.
It clicks.
"I'm feeling real fuckin' randy right now, mate. I think that's what I got cursed with."
“Heh? Man, I don’t speak whatever you’re speaking.”
Wheelie tilts his head and moves his hands away from maybe actually Marc’s head.
“Is it a bad thing?”
"Horny. It means horny, you American."
He digs his nails into his forearms.
"I feel like I'm bloody well on the way to losing my mind completely so, yes. It. is. a. bad. thing."
Oh, it’s probably Steven actually. He’s the only Brit.
“Ohhhhhh, that makes sense. Soooooo what do we do now? Coz like if it’s a bad thing, I would think you don’t want to fix it like how you’re probably meant to.”
He groans.
"I have no fuckin' clue. The only thing keeping me sane right now is hearing my own voice to know I haven't lost control of my body entirely."
His hands snake its way up around his neck and he claws at the tender flesh at it.
"It'll pass," he mutters softly, not knowing who it was directed to anymore.
Wheelie tilts his head again and tentatively moves his hands back to the others scalp. He gently starts massaging it and keeps a close eye on his hands. If not Marc comes out, he’s pretty sure he’d get whacked.
“You sure? It might pass less painfully if you don’t ignore it.”
He fights a shiver.
"I've always been a bit of a masochist."
“Hmm, I don’t think so.”
He keeps massaging his scalp.
“Masochist is when you like pain. You don’t wanna burden others or get rid of the pain because you think you deserve it. That’s more like… stupidness.”
"I'm as intelligent as an amoeba then."
He can't just go off and wank it off, he thinks. It would be strange to leave his guest alone for a couple of minutes with both of them knowing what he might do just to try and appease the absolute delirium that has been setting into his orifices and slowly sweating out of his pores.
"It's too crass to do anything about right now."
“I don’t know what that is but sure.”
Wheelie keeps massaging at his scalp, taking his time. He considers asking if maybe Steven wants help with his problem but he’s not sure if that’s too forward. He takes a deep breath. Oh, fuck it. Despite all the being nice stuff, he’s still a Deadpool.
“Is it? You want some help maybe?”
"It's an organism. There's species of 'em that eats brains."
He tilts his head to rest it on his knees.
"I'm not someone like WW who announces his libido at any given moment. So, yeah, it's out of character for me to do so but I feel like I'm losing myself in this so I don't even know--" His jaw clenches. "Do you just normally offer to shag your friends?"
“Oh. That’s ick.”
He stops massaging his head and starts playing with his hair again. It nods along as he speaks, chuckling when he queries his offer.
“Not usually. Just sometimes… when it comes up.”
He smiles wryly.
"You know exactly what you're doing, Wheelie."
“Hmm, do I?”
He hums for a moment before tugging at a knot in the man beneath him’s hair.
“I’m just trying to help a friend out,” he says coyly.
He growls, eyes snapping to the side to look at Wheelie from his peripherals.
"I wasn't aware playing around with my head's considering 'helping a friend out'."
Wheelie raises his non-existent eyebrows.
“Oh, ain’t you feisty.”
He chuckles.
“Helping comes in many forms, sweets,” he leans in close to whoever’s ear and whispers, “and I think your body is fucking craving the touch.”
His breath quavers. Maybe he'll play along... just a bit.
He grabs the collar of Wheelie's top and pulls him down.
"You think you can satisfy that craving?" he says sultry, low and gravelly.
Ok, Wheelie wasn’t expecting that. It almost loses its balance so he grabs onto the couch so he doesn’t fall into a heap next to maybe Marc. It sounds more like Marc than Steven. He isn’t sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
“Yes? Well um I can try, I think. Anything’s better than nothing, right?” He chuckles nervously.
He pats it on the head. Slow and almost a bit teasing, or patronizing.
"Where'd all that confidence go, sweetie?" she purrs, slow and relaxed.
He’s slightly confused now. He thought they weren’t at all interested even with whatever some anon probably did. Being patted feels nice until it doesn’t and then he’s squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before reopening them.
“You tugged me. I almost fell,” he says quietly, almost like a whine.
"You tugged me. I'm returning the favor."
He lets go of Wheelie's collar and grabs its chin instead, gently guiding it closer to his view.
He smiles sweetly. Only the edges of his mouth gave the slightest bit of hint that there was any danger behind it.
"What's on your mind, Wheelie?"
The touch feels gentle but his back starts to ache. He climbs off the couch so he stops twisting his back weirdly and awkwardly kneels next to whoever he’s talking to.
The smile coming from the other makes him feel calm for a second but then it just starts to feel unsettling. He’s not really sure what’s going on, especially with the fact that he’s not really sure who they are.
“Um, on my mind? I can hardly ever tell what’s on my mind. I’m confused though.”
He lowers his hand, resting it on the floor, and tilts his head.
"What are you confused about?"
“Um, this. I thought you’d push back more instead of like actually wanting something even if just to feel better,” he says quietly.
"It is very hard to fuckin' think right now aside from needing something to devour me," he states plainly, automatically, a hint of urgency from his lack of reservations to share his true thoughts.
“Oh. Oh, ok. Yeah.”
It smiles sweetly and clambers onto the other’s lap, pushing his legs down so they’re flat.
“This okay?”
He doesn’t give him a moment to answer before his mouth is on his neck and he’s sucking a hickey into it like it’s his last day on earth. Look, the man said he wanted to be devoured and Wheelie’s pretty sure this is the closest he can get without actually biting.
His breath picks up and his mouth parts ever so slightly. It wasn't enough. It's not enough. He needs
"More."
His hips start to move on its own, trying to grind against something to maybe get some much needed friction down below. It's going to drive him crazy if he doesn't. The twist in his stomach is getting worse by the second and he needs something to unlock it.
He keeps sucking a hickey onto his neck, only stopping for a moment so he could have a look at his handiwork. He was then right back at it a second later, the skin already starting to change hues.
Wheelie feels him grinding and so he clumsily moves so he can get closer and grind against him. Based on the fact that maybe Marc or maybe Steven has boobs, he’s not really sure what they’d have down there at the moment but eh, it’ll probably still feel good for whichever one it is.
"Fuck," he breathes out.
It's still not enough. He needs to be bitten, to have blood drawn, to have his flesh consumed and his body taken whole or else he'll cease to exist.
He opens his legs wider, trying to find that spot that could rub against anything right now. This shit used to be easier when he had a dick but, well, he doesn't have one right now and it's clawing down at his mind how frustrating this shit was and how he needs to feel something press against him right now, feel something inside him.
He growls-- trying to find the right positioning to get pressure that he needs, the friction.
Wheelie presses against him fully, as close as they could be while both still fully clothed, and he grinds as well as he can. His head feels light and he closes his eyes for a moment before letting go of his neck.
It’s like he can feel the heat coming off the other and he knows just what he needs. He tilts his head so he’s able to fully bite down on the fleshy part between his neck and shoulder. He’s like 90% sure he isn’t gonna hit anything super important but his head’s fuzzy so he could be wrong. He bites down, drawing blood, the taste of it making his stomach turn and his brain scream yes.
A groan was pulled from Jake at the sensation of teeth breaking into his flesh, infecting his blood with a saliva that thickened the heat spread all over his body.
Jake’s hands came to rest on Wheelie's hips, moving up beneath the fabric of his hoodie, fingers stretching over his sweat-slick skin. Jake moaned out unabashedly at the feeling, falling forward to press properly against Wheelie, chest to chest as his face was tucked in the juncture of Wheelie's neck and his shoulder, panted breaths against his skin.
His hands fell to waistband of Wheelie's jeans, fumbling with the zipper in an attempt to make his body cooperate where it seemed almost incapable of coordination. Body rutting in desperation as one thing overtook his mind.
"Fuck- I need-"
He sucks in his breath as if he were inhaling the overwhelming thirst that sweat from his skin.
"Fuck me."
The groan was like music to Wheelie’s ears. It licks over where he’d bitten and hums contentedly to himself. It was gonna leave a pretty good bite mark, it thinks.
When the other’s hands reached under his hoodie, he halts for a moment, the feeling of smooth palms against his rough cratered skin making his stomach turn again. But when he fell forward, Wheelie wraps his arms around him, holding him gently. Having a moon boy tucked against him was something he’d been dreaming of for a bit so he takes a moment to savor it.
But the hands on his zipper pulls him out of his daze and he looks down. It almost coos at the other, at how uncoordinated he is. He knows it’s a byproduct of whatever is going on but it’s like the guys a baby deer.
He hears him speak and it clicks in his mind that it’s Jake. He smiles and leans against him, the gentleness in his eyes overtaken by lust.
“Baby, I cannot do this on the floor so you’re gonna have to wait a few seconds.”
He scrambles to stand up, picking up Jake as he does.
Jake licks his canines as exposed air hits the bite on the crook of his neck, making it sting as sharp as his teeth.
A growl escapes his lips. He's had it with waiting— with behaving. He's tried to be on his best fucking behavior and pretended like the slick that stuck to every inch of his skin wasn't burning with a need that grew as wild as fire in a dry forest because he knew how smudged was the line between him and the him who was made to have never known suffering.
He grabs the collar of Wheelie's hoodie. Roughly. Words no longer making it into his mind nor his throat but what he could not speak, his nails can spell the frustration that strung him tight and terse. Another growl, louder bubbles from his throat.
"Hurry it up."
“I am moving as fast as I can, grumpy baby,” Wheelie says sternly as he carries Jake to their bedroom.
He ignores how he’s being choked out by the man’s grip on his hoodies collar until they’re in the bedroom and he holds onto Jake with one hand and pulls his hand off him with the other. Once they’re pretty much separate, he dumps him on the bed and then crawls on top.
“Hi again. I keep bumping into you,” he says with a flirty smile before chuckling. “Sorry, sorry. I will get right to the fucking you.”
As quickly as he can, he undoes Jake’s pants and slides them down to about his knees and then undoes his one handedly. He kicks his pants off and then slides his boxers off, revealing his pretty well sized dick that’s hardening up.
“You got lube, pretty? Or do you think there’s enough slick, omega?”
Yeah, he’s figured it out.
Jake fully kicks off his own pants and slides out of his boxers, revealing a full bush. The clothes fall to the floor with a thud weighed by the leather belt.
"¿Cómo te llamabas, guapo?" He grins with an animalistic smile. "Si no me follas ahora mismo te viy a follar yo misma."
His mouth salivates with a dangerous hunger at the sight of Wheelie's dick. Jake could almost feel what it'd be like to have it in his mouth and in his pussy.
"Why don't you go ahead and feel if there's enough slick, walito?"
Wheelie’s eyes go as wide as saucers at the sight of Jake’s bush. Whatt??? He has not fucked someone without a dick in like a whileeeee.
He has like almost no idea what Jake is saying in Spanish so he just nods and starts pumping his dick with one hand as he keeps staring at Jake. Oh, he’s fucking amazing. If he didn’t have a mission, he’d be all over him with kisses and light caresses but he has a job to do.
“Mhmm, yeah. I will see,” he says with a small flirty smile.
Using his free hand, he dips a finger into Jake’s pussy and feels the insane amount of slick. “How the fuck are you that wet? Omega stuff is crazyyyyyyy.”
He takes his finger out and stops pumping his dick. With a cheeky smile, he lines it up with Jake’s pussy. “You ready, Jakey?”
At the touch of another entering him, his body is overtaken with a wave of heat that scorched so badly it felt cold. His eyes watch Wheelie with anticipation, from the finger placed inside him to the dick that was being pumped and to the face of the man who was about to fuck him.
"I can barely feel that shit, walito. Fuckin'- Hurry it up and put it in already."
“Oh my god, you’re impatient,” he whines.
He slides about half his dick in and practically moans at how tight he is. After a moment, he slides the rest in and it takes everything in him to not just collapse against Jake and make him cockwarm him.
He takes a breath and then slowly starts thrusting in and out, moaning every single time.
“You feel so fucking good, oh my fucking god.”
*About half an hour later, Wheelie turns up with a bag that has pumpkin soup and potato and leek soup. He’s just in his hoodie and jeans. It knocks on the door with his free hand and waits a moment before knocking again.*
Stevieeeee! Wait actually I dunno who I was talking to. It was probably Steven though.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
The door opens with a muffled squeak and the man behind it gestures for Wheelie to come on in. "Shoes off, slippers on." He softly mutters. "Hope you don't mind the mess." By mess, he means the piles of egyptology books opened to random pages littered around his table, couch, and the floor, annotated and filled with sticky notes and scribbles. And there's also the mess that is himself. He looks as if he'd just gotten back from work. Black dress pants, a white shirt that's rolled up to his elbows and loosely unbuttoned by the collar (but the remaining buttons fighting for its life to contain his chest in), crew socks that have rolled down and squished the Starry Night print on it as it pools by his ankles, and his hair is a mess. He doesn't even know who he is right now. He's feeling out of it and fuck if he's not going to dissipate into a pile of molecules if he's not being held together by the seams of his clothes and the grip of his nails on his arms.
Wheelie slinks inside, closing the door behind him. He nods and slips his sneakers off, replacing them with the slippers.
When it looks up at Steven, he tilts his head and smiles softly. “Yeah, you look like shit.” He looks around the apartment, wondering what happened that made it get all messy. Even if Steven was working, it wouldn’t usually get this messy. “No offense.”
He glances at the man in front of him again and for a second, he thinks about how hot he is. He also notices his chest and it takes everything in him to not wolf whistle.
“Hey, how about you go get into something comfy and I’ll heat up some soup, yeah?” He says, trying to sound as casual as he can while his brain is yelling to see if kissing will work this time.
"I might be losing it again but it's nothing new," he dryly jokes. "I'm comfy enough in this. I can't take another textile change right now with whatever atrocious curse's been placed on me."
He toddles over to the sofa and sits on the ground, leaning against the couch. His knees are up against his chest and he grabs the facedown book to his side and props it up on his legs. The text on the book barely registers in his head as his eyes make its way across the page as if it were routine. And that was enough to ease his tenseness a bit.
Grab whatever you want from the fridge, his mind prepares to say out loud but his mouth won't budge. His body is too occupied trying to keep that terseness from snapping.
“Okie dokes. Sensory overload is no joke, my man, so yeah, do what makes you feel comfy,” he says with a smile as he walks into the kitchen.
He heats up some of the pumpkin soup, keeping an eye on Steven as he does. Well he thinks it’s Steven. Marc wouldn’t have mentioned feeling uncomfy with getting changed. Jake might have but not in the same way. He puts the now warm soup in a bowl and carries it over to probably Steven.
With a soft smile, he takes the book out of his hands and then hands him the soup and the spoon. “Eat. You’ll hopefully feel better.”
After a moment, Wheelie sits down behind him and starts running his fingers through his hair, trying to get any knots out. He wouldn’t say it but he’s got experience with helping out with this kinda thing. Lots of the guys he’s been friends with had bouts of ickiness and being so exhausted they couldn’t brush their own hair.
When Wheelie comes back, he places the book down again at its original spot and gives him a strained smile.
"Thank you," he says as he takes the bowl and spoon. Not a second goes by before he's devouring the soup like he hasn't eaten all week, ravenous to get something in him. It doesn't take more than a minute or two for him to finish the bowl and, surprisingly splatter none of it onto his white shirt.
He shivers. The bowl drops down onto the table, spoon clanking in it. His mouth and legs parts just barely and releases a wavering breath. He's thankful that he didn't drop his utensils onto the floor. His scalp is so damn sensitive.
"Everything feels like it's an 11."
“It isn’t a problem, bud,” Wheelie says with a smile. He’s a bit curious about what is up with maybe Steven because usually you don’t eat like a starved animal when sick.
When he drops the bowl onto the table, the clang makes Wheelie jump slightly. He stops unknotting his hair and instead his hands just rest on top of his head.
“Yeah? Do you want me to stop getting rid of these knots?”
He is really not sure what’s going on now. Hopefully it’s not some really weird sickness or like another HYDRA thing.
He shrugs.
"It gets tangled no matter what."
He takes a few deep breaths hoping that, maybe, that wave of chill from that touch fades away instead of staying, frosting over his skin, burning him with its frostbite.
Wheelie hums in acknowledgment before running his fingers through maybe Steven’s hair again.
“So anything else going on besides feeling just general sickness?”
His breath catches in his throat. His legs rub together.
It clicks.
"I'm feeling real fuckin' randy right now, mate. I think that's what I got cursed with."
“Heh? Man, I don’t speak whatever you’re speaking.”
Wheelie tilts his head and moves his hands away from maybe actually Marc’s head.
“Is it a bad thing?”
"Horny. It means horny, you American."
He digs his nails into his forearms.
"I feel like I'm bloody well on the way to losing my mind completely so, yes. It. is. a. bad. thing."
Oh, it’s probably Steven actually. He’s the only Brit.
“Ohhhhhh, that makes sense. Soooooo what do we do now? Coz like if it’s a bad thing, I would think you don’t want to fix it like how you’re probably meant to.”
He groans.
"I have no fuckin' clue. The only thing keeping me sane right now is hearing my own voice to know I haven't lost control of my body entirely."
His hands snake its way up around his neck and he claws at the tender flesh at it.
"It'll pass," he mutters softly, not knowing who it was directed to anymore.
Wheelie tilts his head again and tentatively moves his hands back to the others scalp. He gently starts massaging it and keeps a close eye on his hands. If not Marc comes out, he’s pretty sure he’d get whacked.
“You sure? It might pass less painfully if you don’t ignore it.”
He fights a shiver.
"I've always been a bit of a masochist."
“Hmm, I don’t think so.”
He keeps massaging his scalp.
“Masochist is when you like pain. You don’t wanna burden others or get rid of the pain because you think you deserve it. That’s more like… stupidness.”
"I'm as intelligent as an amoeba then."
He can't just go off and wank it off, he thinks. It would be strange to leave his guest alone for a couple of minutes with both of them knowing what he might do just to try and appease the absolute delirium that has been setting into his orifices and slowly sweating out of his pores.
"It's too crass to do anything about right now."
“I don’t know what that is but sure.”
Wheelie keeps massaging at his scalp, taking his time. He considers asking if maybe Steven wants help with his problem but he’s not sure if that’s too forward. He takes a deep breath. Oh, fuck it. Despite all the being nice stuff, he’s still a Deadpool.
“Is it? You want some help maybe?”
"It's an organism. There's species of 'em that eats brains."
He tilts his head to rest it on his knees.
"I'm not someone like WW who announces his libido at any given moment. So, yeah, it's out of character for me to do so but I feel like I'm losing myself in this so I don't even know--" His jaw clenches. "Do you just normally offer to shag your friends?"
“Oh. That’s ick.”
He stops massaging his head and starts playing with his hair again. It nods along as he speaks, chuckling when he queries his offer.
“Not usually. Just sometimes… when it comes up.”
He smiles wryly.
"You know exactly what you're doing, Wheelie."
“Hmm, do I?”
He hums for a moment before tugging at a knot in the man beneath him’s hair.
“I’m just trying to help a friend out,” he says coyly.
He growls, eyes snapping to the side to look at Wheelie from his peripherals.
"I wasn't aware playing around with my head's considering 'helping a friend out'."
Wheelie raises his non-existent eyebrows.
“Oh, ain’t you feisty.”
He chuckles.
“Helping comes in many forms, sweets,” he leans in close to whoever’s ear and whispers, “and I think your body is fucking craving the touch.”
His breath quavers. Maybe he'll play along... just a bit.
He grabs the collar of Wheelie's top and pulls him down.
"You think you can satisfy that craving?" he says sultry, low and gravelly.
Ok, Wheelie wasn’t expecting that. It almost loses its balance so he grabs onto the couch so he doesn’t fall into a heap next to maybe Marc. It sounds more like Marc than Steven. He isn’t sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
“Yes? Well um I can try, I think. Anything’s better than nothing, right?” He chuckles nervously.
He pats it on the head. Slow and almost a bit teasing, or patronizing.
"Where'd all that confidence go, sweetie?" she purrs, slow and relaxed.
He’s slightly confused now. He thought they weren’t at all interested even with whatever some anon probably did. Being patted feels nice until it doesn’t and then he’s squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before reopening them.
“You tugged me. I almost fell,” he says quietly, almost like a whine.
"You tugged me. I'm returning the favor."
He lets go of Wheelie's collar and grabs its chin instead, gently guiding it closer to his view.
He smiles sweetly. Only the edges of his mouth gave the slightest bit of hint that there was any danger behind it.
"What's on your mind, Wheelie?"
The touch feels gentle but his back starts to ache. He climbs off the couch so he stops twisting his back weirdly and awkwardly kneels next to whoever he’s talking to.
The smile coming from the other makes him feel calm for a second but then it just starts to feel unsettling. He’s not really sure what’s going on, especially with the fact that he’s not really sure who they are.
“Um, on my mind? I can hardly ever tell what’s on my mind. I’m confused though.”
He lowers his hand, resting it on the floor, and tilts his head.
"What are you confused about?"
“Um, this. I thought you’d push back more instead of like actually wanting something even if just to feel better,” he says quietly.
"It is very hard to fuckin' think right now aside from needing something to devour me," he states plainly, automatically, a hint of urgency from his lack of reservations to share his true thoughts.
“Oh. Oh, ok. Yeah.”
It smiles sweetly and clambers onto the other’s lap, pushing his legs down so they’re flat.
“This okay?”
He doesn’t give him a moment to answer before his mouth is on his neck and he’s sucking a hickey into it like it’s his last day on earth. Look, the man said he wanted to be devoured and Wheelie’s pretty sure this is the closest he can get without actually biting.
His breath picks up and his mouth parts ever so slightly. It wasn't enough. It's not enough. He needs
"More."
His hips start to move on its own, trying to grind against something to maybe get some much needed friction down below. It's going to drive him crazy if he doesn't. The twist in his stomach is getting worse by the second and he needs something to unlock it.
He keeps sucking a hickey onto his neck, only stopping for a moment so he could have a look at his handiwork. He was then right back at it a second later, the skin already starting to change hues.
Wheelie feels him grinding and so he clumsily moves so he can get closer and grind against him. Based on the fact that maybe Marc or maybe Steven has boobs, he’s not really sure what they’d have down there at the moment but eh, it’ll probably still feel good for whichever one it is.
"Fuck," he breathes out.
It's still not enough. He needs to be bitten, to have blood drawn, to have his flesh consumed and his body taken whole or else he'll cease to exist.
He opens his legs wider, trying to find that spot that could rub against anything right now. This shit used to be easier when he had a dick but, well, he doesn't have one right now and it's clawing down at his mind how frustrating this shit was and how he needs to feel something press against him right now, feel something inside him.
He growls-- trying to find the right positioning to get pressure that he needs, the friction.
Wheelie presses against him fully, as close as they could be while both still fully clothed, and he grinds as well as he can. His head feels light and he closes his eyes for a moment before letting go of his neck.
It’s like he can feel the heat coming off the other and he knows just what he needs. He tilts his head so he’s able to fully bite down on the fleshy part between his neck and shoulder. He’s like 90% sure he isn’t gonna hit anything super important but his head’s fuzzy so he could be wrong. He bites down, drawing blood, the taste of it making his stomach turn and his brain scream yes.
A groan was pulled from Jake at the sensation of teeth breaking into his flesh, infecting his blood with a saliva that thickened the heat spread all over his body.
Jake’s hands came to rest on Wheelie's hips, moving up beneath the fabric of his hoodie, fingers stretching over his sweat-slick skin. Jake moaned out unabashedly at the feeling, falling forward to press properly against Wheelie, chest to chest as his face was tucked in the juncture of Wheelie's neck and his shoulder, panted breaths against his skin.
His hands fell to waistband of Wheelie's jeans, fumbling with the zipper in an attempt to make his body cooperate where it seemed almost incapable of coordination. Body rutting in desperation as one thing overtook his mind.
"Fuck- I need-"
He sucks in his breath as if he were inhaling the overwhelming thirst that sweat from his skin.
"Fuck me."
The groan was like music to Wheelie’s ears. It licks over where he’d bitten and hums contentedly to himself. It was gonna leave a pretty good bite mark, it thinks.
When the other’s hands reached under his hoodie, he halts for a moment, the feeling of smooth palms against his rough cratered skin making his stomach turn again. But when he fell forward, Wheelie wraps his arms around him, holding him gently. Having a moon boy tucked against him was something he’d been dreaming of for a bit so he takes a moment to savor it.
But the hands on his zipper pulls him out of his daze and he looks down. It almost coos at the other, at how uncoordinated he is. He knows it’s a byproduct of whatever is going on but it’s like the guys a baby deer.
He hears him speak and it clicks in his mind that it’s Jake. He smiles and leans against him, the gentleness in his eyes overtaken by lust.
“Baby, I cannot do this on the floor so you’re gonna have to wait a few seconds.”
He scrambles to stand up, picking up Jake as he does.
Jake licks his canines as exposed air hits the bite on the crook of his neck, making it sting as sharp as his teeth.
A growl escapes his lips. He's had it with waiting— with behaving. He's tried to be on his best fucking behavior and pretended like the slick that stuck to every inch of his skin wasn't burning with a need that grew as wild as fire in a dry forest because he knew how smudged was the line between him and the him who was made to have never known suffering.
He grabs the collar of Wheelie's hoodie. Roughly. Words no longer making it into his mind nor his throat but what he could not speak, his nails can spell the frustration that strung him tight and terse. Another growl, louder bubbles from his throat.
"Hurry it up."
“I am moving as fast as I can, grumpy baby,” Wheelie says sternly as he carries Jake to their bedroom.
He ignores how he’s being choked out by the man’s grip on his hoodies collar until they’re in the bedroom and he holds onto Jake with one hand and pulls his hand off him with the other. Once they’re pretty much separate, he dumps him on the bed and then crawls on top.
“Hi again. I keep bumping into you,” he says with a flirty smile before chuckling. “Sorry, sorry. I will get right to the fucking you.”
As quickly as he can, he undoes Jake’s pants and slides them down to about his knees and then undoes his one handedly. He kicks his pants off and then slides his boxers off, revealing his pretty well sized dick that’s hardening up.
“You got lube, pretty? Or do you think there’s enough slick, omega?”
Yeah, he’s figured it out.
Jake fully kicks off his own pants and slides out of his boxers, revealing a full bush. The clothes fall to the floor with a thud weighed by the leather belt.
"¿Cómo te llamabas, guapo?" He grins with an animalistic smile. "Si no me follas ahora mismo te viy a follar yo misma."
His mouth salivates with a dangerous hunger at the sight of Wheelie's dick. Jake could almost feel what it'd be like to have it in his mouth and in his pussy.
"Why don't you go ahead and feel if there's enough slick, walito?"
Wheelie’s eyes go as wide as saucers at the sight of Jake’s bush. Whatt??? He has not fucked someone without a dick in like a whileeeee.
He has like almost no idea what Jake is saying in Spanish so he just nods and starts pumping his dick with one hand as he keeps staring at Jake. Oh, he’s fucking amazing. If he didn’t have a mission, he’d be all over him with kisses and light caresses but he has a job to do.
“Mhmm, yeah. I will see,” he says with a small flirty smile.
Using his free hand, he dips a finger into Jake’s pussy and feels the insane amount of slick. “How the fuck are you that wet? Omega stuff is crazyyyyyyy.”
He takes his finger out and stops pumping his dick. With a cheeky smile, he lines it up with Jake’s pussy. “You ready, Jakey?”
*About half an hour later, Wheelie turns up with a bag that has pumpkin soup and potato and leek soup. He’s just in his hoodie and jeans. It knocks on the door with his free hand and waits a moment before knocking again.*
Stevieeeee! Wait actually I dunno who I was talking to. It was probably Steven though.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
The door opens with a muffled squeak and the man behind it gestures for Wheelie to come on in. "Shoes off, slippers on." He softly mutters. "Hope you don't mind the mess." By mess, he means the piles of egyptology books opened to random pages littered around his table, couch, and the floor, annotated and filled with sticky notes and scribbles. And there's also the mess that is himself. He looks as if he'd just gotten back from work. Black dress pants, a white shirt that's rolled up to his elbows and loosely unbuttoned by the collar (but the remaining buttons fighting for its life to contain his chest in), crew socks that have rolled down and squished the Starry Night print on it as it pools by his ankles, and his hair is a mess. He doesn't even know who he is right now. He's feeling out of it and fuck if he's not going to dissipate into a pile of molecules if he's not being held together by the seams of his clothes and the grip of his nails on his arms.
Wheelie slinks inside, closing the door behind him. He nods and slips his sneakers off, replacing them with the slippers.
When it looks up at Steven, he tilts his head and smiles softly. “Yeah, you look like shit.” He looks around the apartment, wondering what happened that made it get all messy. Even if Steven was working, it wouldn’t usually get this messy. “No offense.”
He glances at the man in front of him again and for a second, he thinks about how hot he is. He also notices his chest and it takes everything in him to not wolf whistle.
“Hey, how about you go get into something comfy and I’ll heat up some soup, yeah?” He says, trying to sound as casual as he can while his brain is yelling to see if kissing will work this time.
"I might be losing it again but it's nothing new," he dryly jokes. "I'm comfy enough in this. I can't take another textile change right now with whatever atrocious curse's been placed on me."
He toddles over to the sofa and sits on the ground, leaning against the couch. His knees are up against his chest and he grabs the facedown book to his side and props it up on his legs. The text on the book barely registers in his head as his eyes make its way across the page as if it were routine. And that was enough to ease his tenseness a bit.
Grab whatever you want from the fridge, his mind prepares to say out loud but his mouth won't budge. His body is too occupied trying to keep that terseness from snapping.
“Okie dokes. Sensory overload is no joke, my man, so yeah, do what makes you feel comfy,” he says with a smile as he walks into the kitchen.
He heats up some of the pumpkin soup, keeping an eye on Steven as he does. Well he thinks it’s Steven. Marc wouldn’t have mentioned feeling uncomfy with getting changed. Jake might have but not in the same way. He puts the now warm soup in a bowl and carries it over to probably Steven.
With a soft smile, he takes the book out of his hands and then hands him the soup and the spoon. “Eat. You’ll hopefully feel better.”
After a moment, Wheelie sits down behind him and starts running his fingers through his hair, trying to get any knots out. He wouldn’t say it but he’s got experience with helping out with this kinda thing. Lots of the guys he’s been friends with had bouts of ickiness and being so exhausted they couldn’t brush their own hair.
When Wheelie comes back, he places the book down again at its original spot and gives him a strained smile.
"Thank you," he says as he takes the bowl and spoon. Not a second goes by before he's devouring the soup like he hasn't eaten all week, ravenous to get something in him. It doesn't take more than a minute or two for him to finish the bowl and, surprisingly splatter none of it onto his white shirt.
He shivers. The bowl drops down onto the table, spoon clanking in it. His mouth and legs parts just barely and releases a wavering breath. He's thankful that he didn't drop his utensils onto the floor. His scalp is so damn sensitive.
"Everything feels like it's an 11."
“It isn’t a problem, bud,” Wheelie says with a smile. He’s a bit curious about what is up with maybe Steven because usually you don’t eat like a starved animal when sick.
When he drops the bowl onto the table, the clang makes Wheelie jump slightly. He stops unknotting his hair and instead his hands just rest on top of his head.
“Yeah? Do you want me to stop getting rid of these knots?”
He is really not sure what’s going on now. Hopefully it’s not some really weird sickness or like another HYDRA thing.
He shrugs.
"It gets tangled no matter what."
He takes a few deep breaths hoping that, maybe, that wave of chill from that touch fades away instead of staying, frosting over his skin, burning him with its frostbite.
Wheelie hums in acknowledgment before running his fingers through maybe Steven’s hair again.
“So anything else going on besides feeling just general sickness?”
His breath catches in his throat. His legs rub together.
It clicks.
"I'm feeling real fuckin' randy right now, mate. I think that's what I got cursed with."
“Heh? Man, I don’t speak whatever you’re speaking.”
Wheelie tilts his head and moves his hands away from maybe actually Marc’s head.
“Is it a bad thing?”
"Horny. It means horny, you American."
He digs his nails into his forearms.
"I feel like I'm bloody well on the way to losing my mind completely so, yes. It. is. a. bad. thing."
Oh, it’s probably Steven actually. He’s the only Brit.
“Ohhhhhh, that makes sense. Soooooo what do we do now? Coz like if it’s a bad thing, I would think you don’t want to fix it like how you’re probably meant to.”
He groans.
"I have no fuckin' clue. The only thing keeping me sane right now is hearing my own voice to know I haven't lost control of my body entirely."
His hands snake its way up around his neck and he claws at the tender flesh at it.
"It'll pass," he mutters softly, not knowing who it was directed to anymore.
Wheelie tilts his head again and tentatively moves his hands back to the others scalp. He gently starts massaging it and keeps a close eye on his hands. If not Marc comes out, he’s pretty sure he’d get whacked.
“You sure? It might pass less painfully if you don’t ignore it.”
He fights a shiver.
"I've always been a bit of a masochist."
“Hmm, I don’t think so.”
He keeps massaging his scalp.
“Masochist is when you like pain. You don’t wanna burden others or get rid of the pain because you think you deserve it. That’s more like… stupidness.”
"I'm as intelligent as an amoeba then."
He can't just go off and wank it off, he thinks. It would be strange to leave his guest alone for a couple of minutes with both of them knowing what he might do just to try and appease the absolute delirium that has been setting into his orifices and slowly sweating out of his pores.
"It's too crass to do anything about right now."
“I don’t know what that is but sure.”
Wheelie keeps massaging at his scalp, taking his time. He considers asking if maybe Steven wants help with his problem but he’s not sure if that’s too forward. He takes a deep breath. Oh, fuck it. Despite all the being nice stuff, he’s still a Deadpool.
“Is it? You want some help maybe?”
"It's an organism. There's species of 'em that eats brains."
He tilts his head to rest it on his knees.
"I'm not someone like WW who announces his libido at any given moment. So, yeah, it's out of character for me to do so but I feel like I'm losing myself in this so I don't even know--" His jaw clenches. "Do you just normally offer to shag your friends?"
“Oh. That’s ick.”
He stops massaging his head and starts playing with his hair again. It nods along as he speaks, chuckling when he queries his offer.
“Not usually. Just sometimes… when it comes up.”
He smiles wryly.
"You know exactly what you're doing, Wheelie."
“Hmm, do I?”
He hums for a moment before tugging at a knot in the man beneath him’s hair.
“I’m just trying to help a friend out,” he says coyly.
He growls, eyes snapping to the side to look at Wheelie from his peripherals.
"I wasn't aware playing around with my head's considering 'helping a friend out'."
Wheelie raises his non-existent eyebrows.
“Oh, ain’t you feisty.”
He chuckles.
“Helping comes in many forms, sweets,” he leans in close to whoever’s ear and whispers, “and I think your body is fucking craving the touch.”
His breath quavers. Maybe he'll play along... just a bit.
He grabs the collar of Wheelie's top and pulls him down.
"You think you can satisfy that craving?" he says sultry, low and gravelly.
Ok, Wheelie wasn’t expecting that. It almost loses its balance so he grabs onto the couch so he doesn’t fall into a heap next to maybe Marc. It sounds more like Marc than Steven. He isn’t sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
“Yes? Well um I can try, I think. Anything’s better than nothing, right?” He chuckles nervously.
He pats it on the head. Slow and almost a bit teasing, or patronizing.
"Where'd all that confidence go, sweetie?" she purrs, slow and relaxed.
He’s slightly confused now. He thought they weren’t at all interested even with whatever some anon probably did. Being patted feels nice until it doesn’t and then he’s squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before reopening them.
“You tugged me. I almost fell,” he says quietly, almost like a whine.
"You tugged me. I'm returning the favor."
He lets go of Wheelie's collar and grabs its chin instead, gently guiding it closer to his view.
He smiles sweetly. Only the edges of his mouth gave the slightest bit of hint that there was any danger behind it.
"What's on your mind, Wheelie?"
The touch feels gentle but his back starts to ache. He climbs off the couch so he stops twisting his back weirdly and awkwardly kneels next to whoever he’s talking to.
The smile coming from the other makes him feel calm for a second but then it just starts to feel unsettling. He’s not really sure what’s going on, especially with the fact that he’s not really sure who they are.
“Um, on my mind? I can hardly ever tell what’s on my mind. I’m confused though.”
He lowers his hand, resting it on the floor, and tilts his head.
"What are you confused about?"
“Um, this. I thought you’d push back more instead of like actually wanting something even if just to feel better,” he says quietly.
"It is very hard to fuckin' think right now aside from needing something to devour me," he states plainly, automatically, a hint of urgency from his lack of reservations to share his true thoughts.
“Oh. Oh, ok. Yeah.”
It smiles sweetly and clambers onto the other’s lap, pushing his legs down so they’re flat.
“This okay?”
He doesn’t give him a moment to answer before his mouth is on his neck and he’s sucking a hickey into it like it’s his last day on earth. Look, the man said he wanted to be devoured and Wheelie’s pretty sure this is the closest he can get without actually biting.
His breath picks up and his mouth parts ever so slightly. It wasn't enough. It's not enough. He needs
"More."
His hips start to move on its own, trying to grind against something to maybe get some much needed friction down below. It's going to drive him crazy if he doesn't. The twist in his stomach is getting worse by the second and he needs something to unlock it.
He keeps sucking a hickey onto his neck, only stopping for a moment so he could have a look at his handiwork. He was then right back at it a second later, the skin already starting to change hues.
Wheelie feels him grinding and so he clumsily moves so he can get closer and grind against him. Based on the fact that maybe Marc or maybe Steven has boobs, he’s not really sure what they’d have down there at the moment but eh, it’ll probably still feel good for whichever one it is.
"Fuck," he breathes out.
It's still not enough. He needs to be bitten, to have blood drawn, to have his flesh consumed and his body taken whole or else he'll cease to exist.
He opens his legs wider, trying to find that spot that could rub against anything right now. This shit used to be easier when he had a dick but, well, he doesn't have one right now and it's clawing down at his mind how frustrating this shit was and how he needs to feel something press against him right now, feel something inside him.
He growls-- trying to find the right positioning to get pressure that he needs, the friction.
Wheelie presses against him fully, as close as they could be while both still fully clothed, and he grinds as well as he can. His head feels light and he closes his eyes for a moment before letting go of his neck.
It’s like he can feel the heat coming off the other and he knows just what he needs. He tilts his head so he’s able to fully bite down on the fleshy part between his neck and shoulder. He’s like 90% sure he isn’t gonna hit anything super important but his head’s fuzzy so he could be wrong. He bites down, drawing blood, the taste of it making his stomach turn and his brain scream yes.
A groan was pulled from Jake at the sensation of teeth breaking into his flesh, infecting his blood with a saliva that thickened the heat spread all over his body.
Jake’s hands came to rest on Wheelie's hips, moving up beneath the fabric of his hoodie, fingers stretching over his sweat-slick skin. Jake moaned out unabashedly at the feeling, falling forward to press properly against Wheelie, chest to chest as his face was tucked in the juncture of Wheelie's neck and his shoulder, panted breaths against his skin.
His hands fell to waistband of Wheelie's jeans, fumbling with the zipper in an attempt to make his body cooperate where it seemed almost incapable of coordination. Body rutting in desperation as one thing overtook his mind.
"Fuck- I need-"
He sucks in his breath as if he were inhaling the overwhelming thirst that sweat from his skin.
"Fuck me."
The groan was like music to Wheelie’s ears. It licks over where he’d bitten and hums contentedly to himself. It was gonna leave a pretty good bite mark, it thinks.
When the other’s hands reached under his hoodie, he halts for a moment, the feeling of smooth palms against his rough cratered skin making his stomach turn again. But when he fell forward, Wheelie wraps his arms around him, holding him gently. Having a moon boy tucked against him was something he’d been dreaming of for a bit so he takes a moment to savor it.
But the hands on his zipper pulls him out of his daze and he looks down. It almost coos at the other, at how uncoordinated he is. He knows it’s a byproduct of whatever is going on but it’s like the guys a baby deer.
He hears him speak and it clicks in his mind that it’s Jake. He smiles and leans against him, the gentleness in his eyes overtaken by lust.
“Baby, I cannot do this on the floor so you’re gonna have to wait a few seconds.”
He scrambles to stand up, picking up Jake as he does.
Jake licks his canines as exposed air hits the bite on the crook of his neck, making it sting as sharp as his teeth.
A growl escapes his lips. He's had it with waiting— with behaving. He's tried to be on his best fucking behavior and pretended like the slick that stuck to every inch of his skin wasn't burning with a need that grew as wild as fire in a dry forest because he knew how smudged was the line between him and the him who was made to have never known suffering.
He grabs the collar of Wheelie's hoodie. Roughly. Words no longer making it into his mind nor his throat but what he could not speak, his nails can spell the frustration that strung him tight and terse. Another growl, louder bubbles from his throat.
"Hurry it up."
“I am moving as fast as I can, grumpy baby,” Wheelie says sternly as he carries Jake to their bedroom.
He ignores how he’s being choked out by the man’s grip on his hoodies collar until they’re in the bedroom and he holds onto Jake with one hand and pulls his hand off him with the other. Once they’re pretty much separate, he dumps him on the bed and then crawls on top.
“Hi again. I keep bumping into you,” he says with a flirty smile before chuckling. “Sorry, sorry. I will get right to the fucking you.”
As quickly as he can, he undoes Jake’s pants and slides them down to about his knees and then undoes his one handedly. He kicks his pants off and then slides his boxers off, revealing his pretty well sized dick that’s hardening up.
“You got lube, pretty? Or do you think there’s enough slick, omega?”
Yeah, he’s figured it out.
*About half an hour later, Wheelie turns up with a bag that has pumpkin soup and potato and leek soup. He’s just in his hoodie and jeans. It knocks on the door with his free hand and waits a moment before knocking again.*
Stevieeeee! Wait actually I dunno who I was talking to. It was probably Steven though.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
The door opens with a muffled squeak and the man behind it gestures for Wheelie to come on in. "Shoes off, slippers on." He softly mutters. "Hope you don't mind the mess." By mess, he means the piles of egyptology books opened to random pages littered around his table, couch, and the floor, annotated and filled with sticky notes and scribbles. And there's also the mess that is himself. He looks as if he'd just gotten back from work. Black dress pants, a white shirt that's rolled up to his elbows and loosely unbuttoned by the collar (but the remaining buttons fighting for its life to contain his chest in), crew socks that have rolled down and squished the Starry Night print on it as it pools by his ankles, and his hair is a mess. He doesn't even know who he is right now. He's feeling out of it and fuck if he's not going to dissipate into a pile of molecules if he's not being held together by the seams of his clothes and the grip of his nails on his arms.
Wheelie slinks inside, closing the door behind him. He nods and slips his sneakers off, replacing them with the slippers.
When it looks up at Steven, he tilts his head and smiles softly. “Yeah, you look like shit.” He looks around the apartment, wondering what happened that made it get all messy. Even if Steven was working, it wouldn’t usually get this messy. “No offense.”
He glances at the man in front of him again and for a second, he thinks about how hot he is. He also notices his chest and it takes everything in him to not wolf whistle.
“Hey, how about you go get into something comfy and I’ll heat up some soup, yeah?” He says, trying to sound as casual as he can while his brain is yelling to see if kissing will work this time.
"I might be losing it again but it's nothing new," he dryly jokes. "I'm comfy enough in this. I can't take another textile change right now with whatever atrocious curse's been placed on me."
He toddles over to the sofa and sits on the ground, leaning against the couch. His knees are up against his chest and he grabs the facedown book to his side and props it up on his legs. The text on the book barely registers in his head as his eyes make its way across the page as if it were routine. And that was enough to ease his tenseness a bit.
Grab whatever you want from the fridge, his mind prepares to say out loud but his mouth won't budge. His body is too occupied trying to keep that terseness from snapping.
“Okie dokes. Sensory overload is no joke, my man, so yeah, do what makes you feel comfy,” he says with a smile as he walks into the kitchen.
He heats up some of the pumpkin soup, keeping an eye on Steven as he does. Well he thinks it’s Steven. Marc wouldn’t have mentioned feeling uncomfy with getting changed. Jake might have but not in the same way. He puts the now warm soup in a bowl and carries it over to probably Steven.
With a soft smile, he takes the book out of his hands and then hands him the soup and the spoon. “Eat. You’ll hopefully feel better.”
After a moment, Wheelie sits down behind him and starts running his fingers through his hair, trying to get any knots out. He wouldn’t say it but he’s got experience with helping out with this kinda thing. Lots of the guys he’s been friends with had bouts of ickiness and being so exhausted they couldn’t brush their own hair.
When Wheelie comes back, he places the book down again at its original spot and gives him a strained smile.
"Thank you," he says as he takes the bowl and spoon. Not a second goes by before he's devouring the soup like he hasn't eaten all week, ravenous to get something in him. It doesn't take more than a minute or two for him to finish the bowl and, surprisingly splatter none of it onto his white shirt.
He shivers. The bowl drops down onto the table, spoon clanking in it. His mouth and legs parts just barely and releases a wavering breath. He's thankful that he didn't drop his utensils onto the floor. His scalp is so damn sensitive.
"Everything feels like it's an 11."
“It isn’t a problem, bud,” Wheelie says with a smile. He’s a bit curious about what is up with maybe Steven because usually you don’t eat like a starved animal when sick.
When he drops the bowl onto the table, the clang makes Wheelie jump slightly. He stops unknotting his hair and instead his hands just rest on top of his head.
“Yeah? Do you want me to stop getting rid of these knots?”
He is really not sure what’s going on now. Hopefully it’s not some really weird sickness or like another HYDRA thing.
He shrugs.
"It gets tangled no matter what."
He takes a few deep breaths hoping that, maybe, that wave of chill from that touch fades away instead of staying, frosting over his skin, burning him with its frostbite.
Wheelie hums in acknowledgment before running his fingers through maybe Steven’s hair again.
“So anything else going on besides feeling just general sickness?”
His breath catches in his throat. His legs rub together.
It clicks.
"I'm feeling real fuckin' randy right now, mate. I think that's what I got cursed with."
“Heh? Man, I don’t speak whatever you’re speaking.”
Wheelie tilts his head and moves his hands away from maybe actually Marc’s head.
“Is it a bad thing?”
"Horny. It means horny, you American."
He digs his nails into his forearms.
"I feel like I'm bloody well on the way to losing my mind completely so, yes. It. is. a. bad. thing."
Oh, it’s probably Steven actually. He’s the only Brit.
“Ohhhhhh, that makes sense. Soooooo what do we do now? Coz like if it’s a bad thing, I would think you don’t want to fix it like how you’re probably meant to.”
He groans.
"I have no fuckin' clue. The only thing keeping me sane right now is hearing my own voice to know I haven't lost control of my body entirely."
His hands snake its way up around his neck and he claws at the tender flesh at it.
"It'll pass," he mutters softly, not knowing who it was directed to anymore.
Wheelie tilts his head again and tentatively moves his hands back to the others scalp. He gently starts massaging it and keeps a close eye on his hands. If not Marc comes out, he’s pretty sure he’d get whacked.
“You sure? It might pass less painfully if you don’t ignore it.”
He fights a shiver.
"I've always been a bit of a masochist."
“Hmm, I don’t think so.”
He keeps massaging his scalp.
“Masochist is when you like pain. You don’t wanna burden others or get rid of the pain because you think you deserve it. That’s more like… stupidness.”
"I'm as intelligent as an amoeba then."
He can't just go off and wank it off, he thinks. It would be strange to leave his guest alone for a couple of minutes with both of them knowing what he might do just to try and appease the absolute delirium that has been setting into his orifices and slowly sweating out of his pores.
"It's too crass to do anything about right now."
“I don’t know what that is but sure.”
Wheelie keeps massaging at his scalp, taking his time. He considers asking if maybe Steven wants help with his problem but he’s not sure if that’s too forward. He takes a deep breath. Oh, fuck it. Despite all the being nice stuff, he’s still a Deadpool.
“Is it? You want some help maybe?”
"It's an organism. There's species of 'em that eats brains."
He tilts his head to rest it on his knees.
"I'm not someone like WW who announces his libido at any given moment. So, yeah, it's out of character for me to do so but I feel like I'm losing myself in this so I don't even know--" His jaw clenches. "Do you just normally offer to shag your friends?"
“Oh. That’s ick.”
He stops massaging his head and starts playing with his hair again. It nods along as he speaks, chuckling when he queries his offer.
“Not usually. Just sometimes… when it comes up.”
He smiles wryly.
"You know exactly what you're doing, Wheelie."
“Hmm, do I?”
He hums for a moment before tugging at a knot in the man beneath him’s hair.
“I’m just trying to help a friend out,” he says coyly.
He growls, eyes snapping to the side to look at Wheelie from his peripherals.
"I wasn't aware playing around with my head's considering 'helping a friend out'."
Wheelie raises his non-existent eyebrows.
“Oh, ain’t you feisty.”
He chuckles.
“Helping comes in many forms, sweets,” he leans in close to whoever’s ear and whispers, “and I think your body is fucking craving the touch.”
His breath quavers. Maybe he'll play along... just a bit.
He grabs the collar of Wheelie's top and pulls him down.
"You think you can satisfy that craving?" he says sultry, low and gravelly.
Ok, Wheelie wasn’t expecting that. It almost loses its balance so he grabs onto the couch so he doesn’t fall into a heap next to maybe Marc. It sounds more like Marc than Steven. He isn’t sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
“Yes? Well um I can try, I think. Anything’s better than nothing, right?” He chuckles nervously.
He pats it on the head. Slow and almost a bit teasing, or patronizing.
"Where'd all that confidence go, sweetie?" she purrs, slow and relaxed.
He’s slightly confused now. He thought they weren’t at all interested even with whatever some anon probably did. Being patted feels nice until it doesn’t and then he’s squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before reopening them.
“You tugged me. I almost fell,” he says quietly, almost like a whine.
"You tugged me. I'm returning the favor."
He lets go of Wheelie's collar and grabs its chin instead, gently guiding it closer to his view.
He smiles sweetly. Only the edges of his mouth gave the slightest bit of hint that there was any danger behind it.
"What's on your mind, Wheelie?"
The touch feels gentle but his back starts to ache. He climbs off the couch so he stops twisting his back weirdly and awkwardly kneels next to whoever he’s talking to.
The smile coming from the other makes him feel calm for a second but then it just starts to feel unsettling. He’s not really sure what’s going on, especially with the fact that he’s not really sure who they are.
“Um, on my mind? I can hardly ever tell what’s on my mind. I’m confused though.”
He lowers his hand, resting it on the floor, and tilts his head.
"What are you confused about?"
“Um, this. I thought you’d push back more instead of like actually wanting something even if just to feel better,” he says quietly.
"It is very hard to fuckin' think right now aside from needing something to devour me," he states plainly, automatically, a hint of urgency from his lack of reservations to share his true thoughts.
“Oh. Oh, ok. Yeah.”
It smiles sweetly and clambers onto the other’s lap, pushing his legs down so they’re flat.
“This okay?”
He doesn’t give him a moment to answer before his mouth is on his neck and he’s sucking a hickey into it like it’s his last day on earth. Look, the man said he wanted to be devoured and Wheelie’s pretty sure this is the closest he can get without actually biting.
His breath picks up and his mouth parts ever so slightly. It wasn't enough. It's not enough. He needs
"More."
His hips start to move on its own, trying to grind against something to maybe get some much needed friction down below. It's going to drive him crazy if he doesn't. The twist in his stomach is getting worse by the second and he needs something to unlock it.
He keeps sucking a hickey onto his neck, only stopping for a moment so he could have a look at his handiwork. He was then right back at it a second later, the skin already starting to change hues.
Wheelie feels him grinding and so he clumsily moves so he can get closer and grind against him. Based on the fact that maybe Marc or maybe Steven has boobs, he’s not really sure what they’d have down there at the moment but eh, it’ll probably still feel good for whichever one it is.
"Fuck," he breathes out.
It's still not enough. He needs to be bitten, to have blood drawn, to have his flesh consumed and his body taken whole or else he'll cease to exist.
He opens his legs wider, trying to find that spot that could rub against anything right now. This shit used to be easier when he had a dick but, well, he doesn't have one right now and it's clawing down at his mind how frustrating this shit was and how he needs to feel something press against him right now, feel something inside him.
He growls-- trying to find the right positioning to get pressure that he needs, the friction.
Wheelie presses against him fully, as close as they could be while both still fully clothed, and he grinds as well as he can. His head feels light and he closes his eyes for a moment before letting go of his neck.
It’s like he can feel the heat coming off the other and he knows just what he needs. He tilts his head so he’s able to fully bite down on the fleshy part between his neck and shoulder. He’s like 90% sure he isn’t gonna hit anything super important but his head’s fuzzy so he could be wrong. He bites down, drawing blood, the taste of it making his stomach turn and his brain scream yes.
A groan was pulled from Jake at the sensation of teeth breaking into his flesh, infecting his blood with a saliva that thickened the heat spread all over his body.
Jake’s hands came to rest on Wheelie's hips, moving up beneath the fabric of his hoodie, fingers stretching over his sweat-slick skin. Jake moaned out unabashedly at the feeling, falling forward to press properly against Wheelie, chest to chest as his face was tucked in the juncture of Wheelie's neck and his shoulder, panted breaths against his skin.
His hands fell to waistband of Wheelie's jeans, fumbling with the zipper in an attempt to make his body cooperate where it seemed almost incapable of coordination. Body rutting in desperation as one thing overtook his mind.
"Fuck- I need-"
He sucks in his breath as if he were inhaling the overwhelming thirst that sweat from his skin.
"Fuck me."
The groan was like music to Wheelie’s ears. It licks over where he’d bitten and hums contentedly to himself. It was gonna leave a pretty good bite mark, it thinks.
When the other’s hands reached under his hoodie, he halts for a moment, the feeling of smooth palms against his rough cratered skin making his stomach turn again. But when he fell forward, Wheelie wraps his arms around him, holding him gently. Having a moon boy tucked against him was something he’d been dreaming of for a bit so he takes a moment to savor it.
But the hands on his zipper pulls him out of his daze and he looks down. It almost coos at the other, at how uncoordinated he is. He knows it’s a byproduct of whatever is going on but it’s like the guys a baby deer.
He hears him speak and it clicks in his mind that it’s Jake. He smiles and leans against him, the gentleness in his eyes overtaken by lust.
“Baby, I cannot do this on the floor so you’re gonna have to wait a few seconds.”
He scrambles to stand up, picking up Jake as he does.
*About half an hour later, Wheelie turns up with a bag that has pumpkin soup and potato and leek soup. He’s just in his hoodie and jeans. It knocks on the door with his free hand and waits a moment before knocking again.*
Stevieeeee! Wait actually I dunno who I was talking to. It was probably Steven though.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
The door opens with a muffled squeak and the man behind it gestures for Wheelie to come on in. "Shoes off, slippers on." He softly mutters. "Hope you don't mind the mess." By mess, he means the piles of egyptology books opened to random pages littered around his table, couch, and the floor, annotated and filled with sticky notes and scribbles. And there's also the mess that is himself. He looks as if he'd just gotten back from work. Black dress pants, a white shirt that's rolled up to his elbows and loosely unbuttoned by the collar (but the remaining buttons fighting for its life to contain his chest in), crew socks that have rolled down and squished the Starry Night print on it as it pools by his ankles, and his hair is a mess. He doesn't even know who he is right now. He's feeling out of it and fuck if he's not going to dissipate into a pile of molecules if he's not being held together by the seams of his clothes and the grip of his nails on his arms.
Wheelie slinks inside, closing the door behind him. He nods and slips his sneakers off, replacing them with the slippers.
When it looks up at Steven, he tilts his head and smiles softly. “Yeah, you look like shit.” He looks around the apartment, wondering what happened that made it get all messy. Even if Steven was working, it wouldn’t usually get this messy. “No offense.”
He glances at the man in front of him again and for a second, he thinks about how hot he is. He also notices his chest and it takes everything in him to not wolf whistle.
“Hey, how about you go get into something comfy and I’ll heat up some soup, yeah?” He says, trying to sound as casual as he can while his brain is yelling to see if kissing will work this time.
"I might be losing it again but it's nothing new," he dryly jokes. "I'm comfy enough in this. I can't take another textile change right now with whatever atrocious curse's been placed on me."
He toddles over to the sofa and sits on the ground, leaning against the couch. His knees are up against his chest and he grabs the facedown book to his side and props it up on his legs. The text on the book barely registers in his head as his eyes make its way across the page as if it were routine. And that was enough to ease his tenseness a bit.
Grab whatever you want from the fridge, his mind prepares to say out loud but his mouth won't budge. His body is too occupied trying to keep that terseness from snapping.
“Okie dokes. Sensory overload is no joke, my man, so yeah, do what makes you feel comfy,” he says with a smile as he walks into the kitchen.
He heats up some of the pumpkin soup, keeping an eye on Steven as he does. Well he thinks it’s Steven. Marc wouldn’t have mentioned feeling uncomfy with getting changed. Jake might have but not in the same way. He puts the now warm soup in a bowl and carries it over to probably Steven.
With a soft smile, he takes the book out of his hands and then hands him the soup and the spoon. “Eat. You’ll hopefully feel better.”
After a moment, Wheelie sits down behind him and starts running his fingers through his hair, trying to get any knots out. He wouldn’t say it but he’s got experience with helping out with this kinda thing. Lots of the guys he’s been friends with had bouts of ickiness and being so exhausted they couldn’t brush their own hair.
When Wheelie comes back, he places the book down again at its original spot and gives him a strained smile.
"Thank you," he says as he takes the bowl and spoon. Not a second goes by before he's devouring the soup like he hasn't eaten all week, ravenous to get something in him. It doesn't take more than a minute or two for him to finish the bowl and, surprisingly splatter none of it onto his white shirt.
He shivers. The bowl drops down onto the table, spoon clanking in it. His mouth and legs parts just barely and releases a wavering breath. He's thankful that he didn't drop his utensils onto the floor. His scalp is so damn sensitive.
"Everything feels like it's an 11."
“It isn’t a problem, bud,” Wheelie says with a smile. He’s a bit curious about what is up with maybe Steven because usually you don’t eat like a starved animal when sick.
When he drops the bowl onto the table, the clang makes Wheelie jump slightly. He stops unknotting his hair and instead his hands just rest on top of his head.
“Yeah? Do you want me to stop getting rid of these knots?”
He is really not sure what’s going on now. Hopefully it’s not some really weird sickness or like another HYDRA thing.
He shrugs.
"It gets tangled no matter what."
He takes a few deep breaths hoping that, maybe, that wave of chill from that touch fades away instead of staying, frosting over his skin, burning him with its frostbite.
Wheelie hums in acknowledgment before running his fingers through maybe Steven’s hair again.
“So anything else going on besides feeling just general sickness?”
His breath catches in his throat. His legs rub together.
It clicks.
"I'm feeling real fuckin' randy right now, mate. I think that's what I got cursed with."
“Heh? Man, I don’t speak whatever you’re speaking.”
Wheelie tilts his head and moves his hands away from maybe actually Marc’s head.
“Is it a bad thing?”
"Horny. It means horny, you American."
He digs his nails into his forearms.
"I feel like I'm bloody well on the way to losing my mind completely so, yes. It. is. a. bad. thing."
Oh, it’s probably Steven actually. He’s the only Brit.
“Ohhhhhh, that makes sense. Soooooo what do we do now? Coz like if it’s a bad thing, I would think you don’t want to fix it like how you’re probably meant to.”
He groans.
"I have no fuckin' clue. The only thing keeping me sane right now is hearing my own voice to know I haven't lost control of my body entirely."
His hands snake its way up around his neck and he claws at the tender flesh at it.
"It'll pass," he mutters softly, not knowing who it was directed to anymore.
Wheelie tilts his head again and tentatively moves his hands back to the others scalp. He gently starts massaging it and keeps a close eye on his hands. If not Marc comes out, he’s pretty sure he’d get whacked.
“You sure? It might pass less painfully if you don’t ignore it.”
He fights a shiver.
"I've always been a bit of a masochist."
“Hmm, I don’t think so.”
He keeps massaging his scalp.
“Masochist is when you like pain. You don’t wanna burden others or get rid of the pain because you think you deserve it. That’s more like… stupidness.”
"I'm as intelligent as an amoeba then."
He can't just go off and wank it off, he thinks. It would be strange to leave his guest alone for a couple of minutes with both of them knowing what he might do just to try and appease the absolute delirium that has been setting into his orifices and slowly sweating out of his pores.
"It's too crass to do anything about right now."
“I don’t know what that is but sure.”
Wheelie keeps massaging at his scalp, taking his time. He considers asking if maybe Steven wants help with his problem but he’s not sure if that’s too forward. He takes a deep breath. Oh, fuck it. Despite all the being nice stuff, he’s still a Deadpool.
“Is it? You want some help maybe?”
"It's an organism. There's species of 'em that eats brains."
He tilts his head to rest it on his knees.
"I'm not someone like WW who announces his libido at any given moment. So, yeah, it's out of character for me to do so but I feel like I'm losing myself in this so I don't even know--" His jaw clenches. "Do you just normally offer to shag your friends?"
“Oh. That’s ick.”
He stops massaging his head and starts playing with his hair again. It nods along as he speaks, chuckling when he queries his offer.
“Not usually. Just sometimes… when it comes up.”
He smiles wryly.
"You know exactly what you're doing, Wheelie."
“Hmm, do I?”
He hums for a moment before tugging at a knot in the man beneath him’s hair.
“I’m just trying to help a friend out,” he says coyly.
He growls, eyes snapping to the side to look at Wheelie from his peripherals.
"I wasn't aware playing around with my head's considering 'helping a friend out'."
Wheelie raises his non-existent eyebrows.
“Oh, ain’t you feisty.”
He chuckles.
“Helping comes in many forms, sweets,” he leans in close to whoever’s ear and whispers, “and I think your body is fucking craving the touch.”
His breath quavers. Maybe he'll play along... just a bit.
He grabs the collar of Wheelie's top and pulls him down.
"You think you can satisfy that craving?" he says sultry, low and gravelly.
Ok, Wheelie wasn’t expecting that. It almost loses its balance so he grabs onto the couch so he doesn’t fall into a heap next to maybe Marc. It sounds more like Marc than Steven. He isn’t sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
“Yes? Well um I can try, I think. Anything’s better than nothing, right?” He chuckles nervously.
He pats it on the head. Slow and almost a bit teasing, or patronizing.
"Where'd all that confidence go, sweetie?" she purrs, slow and relaxed.
He’s slightly confused now. He thought they weren’t at all interested even with whatever some anon probably did. Being patted feels nice until it doesn’t and then he’s squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before reopening them.
“You tugged me. I almost fell,” he says quietly, almost like a whine.
"You tugged me. I'm returning the favor."
He lets go of Wheelie's collar and grabs its chin instead, gently guiding it closer to his view.
He smiles sweetly. Only the edges of his mouth gave the slightest bit of hint that there was any danger behind it.
"What's on your mind, Wheelie?"
The touch feels gentle but his back starts to ache. He climbs off the couch so he stops twisting his back weirdly and awkwardly kneels next to whoever he’s talking to.
The smile coming from the other makes him feel calm for a second but then it just starts to feel unsettling. He’s not really sure what’s going on, especially with the fact that he’s not really sure who they are.
“Um, on my mind? I can hardly ever tell what’s on my mind. I’m confused though.”
He lowers his hand, resting it on the floor, and tilts his head.
"What are you confused about?"
“Um, this. I thought you’d push back more instead of like actually wanting something even if just to feel better,” he says quietly.
"It is very hard to fuckin' think right now aside from needing something to devour me," he states plainly, automatically, a hint of urgency from his lack of reservations to share his true thoughts.
“Oh. Oh, ok. Yeah.”
It smiles sweetly and clambers onto the other’s lap, pushing his legs down so they’re flat.
“This okay?”
He doesn’t give him a moment to answer before his mouth is on his neck and he’s sucking a hickey into it like it’s his last day on earth. Look, the man said he wanted to be devoured and Wheelie’s pretty sure this is the closest he can get without actually biting.
His breath picks up and his mouth parts ever so slightly. It wasn't enough. It's not enough. He needs
"More."
His hips start to move on its own, trying to grind against something to maybe get some much needed friction down below. It's going to drive him crazy if he doesn't. The twist in his stomach is getting worse by the second and he needs something to unlock it.
He keeps sucking a hickey onto his neck, only stopping for a moment so he could have a look at his handiwork. He was then right back at it a second later, the skin already starting to change hues.
Wheelie feels him grinding and so he clumsily moves so he can get closer and grind against him. Based on the fact that maybe Marc or maybe Steven has boobs, he’s not really sure what they’d have down there at the moment but eh, it’ll probably still feel good for whichever one it is.
"Fuck," he breathes out.
It's still not enough. He needs to be bitten, to have blood drawn, to have his flesh consumed and his body taken whole or else he'll cease to exist.
He opens his legs wider, trying to find that spot that could rub against anything right now. This shit used to be easier when he had a dick but, well, he doesn't have one right now and it's clawing down at his mind how frustrating this shit was and how he needs to feel something press against him right now, feel something inside him.
He growls-- trying to find the right positioning to get pressure that he needs, the friction.
Wheelie presses against him fully, as close as they could be while both still fully clothed, and he grinds as well as he can. His head feels light and he closes his eyes for a moment before letting go of his neck.
It’s like he can feel the heat coming off the other and he knows just what he needs. He tilts his head so he’s able to fully bite down on the fleshy part between his neck and shoulder. He’s like 90% sure he isn’t gonna hit anything super important but his head’s fuzzy so he could be wrong. He bites down, drawing blood, the taste of it making his stomach turn and his brain scream yes.
*About half an hour later, Wheelie turns up with a bag that has pumpkin soup and potato and leek soup. He’s just in his hoodie and jeans. It knocks on the door with his free hand and waits a moment before knocking again.*
Stevieeeee! Wait actually I dunno who I was talking to. It was probably Steven though.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
The door opens with a muffled squeak and the man behind it gestures for Wheelie to come on in. "Shoes off, slippers on." He softly mutters. "Hope you don't mind the mess." By mess, he means the piles of egyptology books opened to random pages littered around his table, couch, and the floor, annotated and filled with sticky notes and scribbles. And there's also the mess that is himself. He looks as if he'd just gotten back from work. Black dress pants, a white shirt that's rolled up to his elbows and loosely unbuttoned by the collar (but the remaining buttons fighting for its life to contain his chest in), crew socks that have rolled down and squished the Starry Night print on it as it pools by his ankles, and his hair is a mess. He doesn't even know who he is right now. He's feeling out of it and fuck if he's not going to dissipate into a pile of molecules if he's not being held together by the seams of his clothes and the grip of his nails on his arms.
Wheelie slinks inside, closing the door behind him. He nods and slips his sneakers off, replacing them with the slippers.
When it looks up at Steven, he tilts his head and smiles softly. “Yeah, you look like shit.” He looks around the apartment, wondering what happened that made it get all messy. Even if Steven was working, it wouldn’t usually get this messy. “No offense.”
He glances at the man in front of him again and for a second, he thinks about how hot he is. He also notices his chest and it takes everything in him to not wolf whistle.
“Hey, how about you go get into something comfy and I’ll heat up some soup, yeah?” He says, trying to sound as casual as he can while his brain is yelling to see if kissing will work this time.
"I might be losing it again but it's nothing new," he dryly jokes. "I'm comfy enough in this. I can't take another textile change right now with whatever atrocious curse's been placed on me."
He toddles over to the sofa and sits on the ground, leaning against the couch. His knees are up against his chest and he grabs the facedown book to his side and props it up on his legs. The text on the book barely registers in his head as his eyes make its way across the page as if it were routine. And that was enough to ease his tenseness a bit.
Grab whatever you want from the fridge, his mind prepares to say out loud but his mouth won't budge. His body is too occupied trying to keep that terseness from snapping.
“Okie dokes. Sensory overload is no joke, my man, so yeah, do what makes you feel comfy,” he says with a smile as he walks into the kitchen.
He heats up some of the pumpkin soup, keeping an eye on Steven as he does. Well he thinks it’s Steven. Marc wouldn’t have mentioned feeling uncomfy with getting changed. Jake might have but not in the same way. He puts the now warm soup in a bowl and carries it over to probably Steven.
With a soft smile, he takes the book out of his hands and then hands him the soup and the spoon. “Eat. You’ll hopefully feel better.”
After a moment, Wheelie sits down behind him and starts running his fingers through his hair, trying to get any knots out. He wouldn’t say it but he’s got experience with helping out with this kinda thing. Lots of the guys he’s been friends with had bouts of ickiness and being so exhausted they couldn’t brush their own hair.
When Wheelie comes back, he places the book down again at its original spot and gives him a strained smile.
"Thank you," he says as he takes the bowl and spoon. Not a second goes by before he's devouring the soup like he hasn't eaten all week, ravenous to get something in him. It doesn't take more than a minute or two for him to finish the bowl and, surprisingly splatter none of it onto his white shirt.
He shivers. The bowl drops down onto the table, spoon clanking in it. His mouth and legs parts just barely and releases a wavering breath. He's thankful that he didn't drop his utensils onto the floor. His scalp is so damn sensitive.
"Everything feels like it's an 11."
“It isn’t a problem, bud,” Wheelie says with a smile. He’s a bit curious about what is up with maybe Steven because usually you don’t eat like a starved animal when sick.
When he drops the bowl onto the table, the clang makes Wheelie jump slightly. He stops unknotting his hair and instead his hands just rest on top of his head.
“Yeah? Do you want me to stop getting rid of these knots?”
He is really not sure what’s going on now. Hopefully it’s not some really weird sickness or like another HYDRA thing.
He shrugs.
"It gets tangled no matter what."
He takes a few deep breaths hoping that, maybe, that wave of chill from that touch fades away instead of staying, frosting over his skin, burning him with its frostbite.
Wheelie hums in acknowledgment before running his fingers through maybe Steven’s hair again.
“So anything else going on besides feeling just general sickness?”
His breath catches in his throat. His legs rub together.
It clicks.
"I'm feeling real fuckin' randy right now, mate. I think that's what I got cursed with."
“Heh? Man, I don’t speak whatever you’re speaking.”
Wheelie tilts his head and moves his hands away from maybe actually Marc’s head.
“Is it a bad thing?”
"Horny. It means horny, you American."
He digs his nails into his forearms.
"I feel like I'm bloody well on the way to losing my mind completely so, yes. It. is. a. bad. thing."
Oh, it’s probably Steven actually. He’s the only Brit.
“Ohhhhhh, that makes sense. Soooooo what do we do now? Coz like if it’s a bad thing, I would think you don’t want to fix it like how you’re probably meant to.”
He groans.
"I have no fuckin' clue. The only thing keeping me sane right now is hearing my own voice to know I haven't lost control of my body entirely."
His hands snake its way up around his neck and he claws at the tender flesh at it.
"It'll pass," he mutters softly, not knowing who it was directed to anymore.
Wheelie tilts his head again and tentatively moves his hands back to the others scalp. He gently starts massaging it and keeps a close eye on his hands. If not Marc comes out, he’s pretty sure he’d get whacked.
“You sure? It might pass less painfully if you don’t ignore it.”
He fights a shiver.
"I've always been a bit of a masochist."
“Hmm, I don’t think so.”
He keeps massaging his scalp.
“Masochist is when you like pain. You don’t wanna burden others or get rid of the pain because you think you deserve it. That’s more like… stupidness.”
"I'm as intelligent as an amoeba then."
He can't just go off and wank it off, he thinks. It would be strange to leave his guest alone for a couple of minutes with both of them knowing what he might do just to try and appease the absolute delirium that has been setting into his orifices and slowly sweating out of his pores.
"It's too crass to do anything about right now."
“I don’t know what that is but sure.”
Wheelie keeps massaging at his scalp, taking his time. He considers asking if maybe Steven wants help with his problem but he’s not sure if that’s too forward. He takes a deep breath. Oh, fuck it. Despite all the being nice stuff, he’s still a Deadpool.
“Is it? You want some help maybe?”
"It's an organism. There's species of 'em that eats brains."
He tilts his head to rest it on his knees.
"I'm not someone like WW who announces his libido at any given moment. So, yeah, it's out of character for me to do so but I feel like I'm losing myself in this so I don't even know--" His jaw clenches. "Do you just normally offer to shag your friends?"
“Oh. That’s ick.”
He stops massaging his head and starts playing with his hair again. It nods along as he speaks, chuckling when he queries his offer.
“Not usually. Just sometimes… when it comes up.”
He smiles wryly.
"You know exactly what you're doing, Wheelie."
“Hmm, do I?”
He hums for a moment before tugging at a knot in the man beneath him’s hair.
“I’m just trying to help a friend out,” he says coyly.
He growls, eyes snapping to the side to look at Wheelie from his peripherals.
"I wasn't aware playing around with my head's considering 'helping a friend out'."
Wheelie raises his non-existent eyebrows.
“Oh, ain’t you feisty.”
He chuckles.
“Helping comes in many forms, sweets,” he leans in close to whoever’s ear and whispers, “and I think your body is fucking craving the touch.”
His breath quavers. Maybe he'll play along... just a bit.
He grabs the collar of Wheelie's top and pulls him down.
"You think you can satisfy that craving?" he says sultry, low and gravelly.
Ok, Wheelie wasn’t expecting that. It almost loses its balance so he grabs onto the couch so he doesn’t fall into a heap next to maybe Marc. It sounds more like Marc than Steven. He isn’t sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
“Yes? Well um I can try, I think. Anything’s better than nothing, right?” He chuckles nervously.
He pats it on the head. Slow and almost a bit teasing, or patronizing.
"Where'd all that confidence go, sweetie?" she purrs, slow and relaxed.
He’s slightly confused now. He thought they weren’t at all interested even with whatever some anon probably did. Being patted feels nice until it doesn’t and then he’s squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before reopening them.
“You tugged me. I almost fell,” he says quietly, almost like a whine.
"You tugged me. I'm returning the favor."
He lets go of Wheelie's collar and grabs its chin instead, gently guiding it closer to his view.
He smiles sweetly. Only the edges of his mouth gave the slightest bit of hint that there was any danger behind it.
"What's on your mind, Wheelie?"
The touch feels gentle but his back starts to ache. He climbs off the couch so he stops twisting his back weirdly and awkwardly kneels next to whoever he’s talking to.
The smile coming from the other makes him feel calm for a second but then it just starts to feel unsettling. He’s not really sure what’s going on, especially with the fact that he’s not really sure who they are.
“Um, on my mind? I can hardly ever tell what’s on my mind. I’m confused though.”
He lowers his hand, resting it on the floor, and tilts his head.
"What are you confused about?"
“Um, this. I thought you’d push back more instead of like actually wanting something even if just to feel better,” he says quietly.
"It is very hard to fuckin' think right now aside from needing something to devour me," he states plainly, automatically, a hint of urgency from his lack of reservations to share his true thoughts.
“Oh. Oh, ok. Yeah.”
It smiles sweetly and clambers onto the other’s lap, pushing his legs down so they’re flat.
“This okay?”
He doesn’t give him a moment to answer before his mouth is on his neck and he’s sucking a hickey into it like it’s his last day on earth. Look, the man said he wanted to be devoured and Wheelie’s pretty sure this is the closest he can get without actually biting.
His breath picks up and his mouth parts ever so slightly. It wasn't enough. It's not enough. He needs
"More."
His hips start to move on its own, trying to grind against something to maybe get some much needed friction down below. It's going to drive him crazy if he doesn't. The twist in his stomach is getting worse by the second and he needs something to unlock it.
He keeps sucking a hickey onto his neck, only stopping for a moment so he could have a look at his handiwork. He was then right back at it a second later, the skin already starting to change hues.
Wheelie feels him grinding and so he clumsily moves so he can get closer and grind against him. Based on the fact that maybe Marc or maybe Steven has boobs, he’s not really sure what they’d have down there at the moment but eh, it’ll probably still feel good for whichever one it is.
baby can i have cuddles pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
YES come over right now. You can have all the cuddles. I have extras.
yippee!!! i love extra cuddles!!!
*he gets to valentine’s and knocks excitedly.*
Hi babe!
*Valentine lets him in and gives him their standard kiss on the cheek and bowl of pasta at the door. Today it's just storebought mac and cheese, because they didn't know Wade was coming over until like ten minutes ago. But that boy needs calories, and Valentine is going to give them to him.*
How's your day?
*Wheelie skips in and kisses them on the nose as he’s handed the mac and cheese. He starts eating it while they’re still standing there.*
It’s been gooood, I think. I haven’t been doing much though. What about you, handsome?
*Valentine smiles.*
I've been alright. Long day at work. Maybe I should just quit my day job and focus on the fun stuff. Not likely to happen, though. I have a lifestyle to afford.
*They gesture around at their apartment. It's comfortable, but not anything fancy, and it's not even in the city limits.*
Well, come on in. Make yourself at home.
Mhmm, though your day jobs probably hot. Smart people always have hot jobs… unless you’re like Elon Musk. His job is not hot.
*He looks around before smiling and following them further in. He eats some more mac and cheese, moaning softly at how good it tastes after forgetting to eat for a bit.*
Yeah, it is a nice lifestyle and a nice place. Perfect for a handsome guy like you.
*Valentine chuckles at the Elon comment. They're not a fan, either.*
You really think I'm handsome? *they ask with a slight smile.* Naw. You're you. And you think I'm handsome. That's crazy.
*They shake their head, the smile widening.*
You’re so so handsome. I thank my lucky stars that someone as handsome as you liked me and thought I didn’t look like burnt trash.
*He chuckles before putting the bowl down and stepping into their space. He puts his hands on both sides of their face and presses a quick kiss to their lips.*
You’re so fucking handsome, Valentine.
Shush. Eat your pasta.
*Valentine nods to the mac and cheese bowl.*
I need to dom you about things besides food. It's so fun to make you do stuff. You're, like, made to be a sub. Do you do a lot of freaky shit? I feel like you would, but you're also super young and cute. Maybe I need to corrupt you.
*They flare their eyebrows playfully.*
*Wheelie blushes and picks up the mac and cheese bowl again. He nibbles at it before looking up at them again, as red as a fire truck.*
I’ve done freaky stuff. Mostly with WW. Ummm, I dunno how to explain it. I’m his like puppy, I guess? Though sometimes I’m just his baby boy.
*He tilts his head, trying to think if that makes sense.*
Though I think you could corrupt me some more.
*He eats some more pasta, staring down at it instead of Valentine.*
*Valentine's eyes go bright and wide, delighted by the development. Two Deadpools doing petplay together is total fantasy fuel.*
Aww, you're his puppy? You'd make such a good puppy, babe. I can totally see it. Can I try that with you, too, or is that special with him?
*He blushes and eats some more pasta as he shakes his head.*
Yeah, I like being puppy so not special with him. Being his baby is special but not puppy, I think.
Hm. Well, if you like that, maybe you'd like some other BDSM type things. Do you like, um, masochism, at all? Like, I know we've made jokes about it, but do you actually think it'd be hot?
*Valentine looks kind of nervous asking.*
Probably.
*He smiles before nervously chuckling.*
Though I gotta admit something… um, I actually don’t really know what most of the stuff is called. I’ve just kinda done BDSM stuff I think with people and they don’t usually tell me what it actually is.
Oh! That's okay, I can teach you a little bit. I mostly have experience with S&M, which is the sadism and masochism, like, hurting people and being hurt. I like both of those. I do those a lot for fun.
Um. I haven't done a lot of roleplay games like your puppy thing, but I could definitely get into it. I like your imagination. I like seeing the things you do with it. And you're really cute when you're relaxed and you're not overthinking everything.
*Valentine smiles, a little shy.*
I want to make you feel like that. Like you're safe with me. Even though I'm an evil scientist and I'm scary to a lot of people.
Oh! Okay! I think I’ve done S&M. I’d like doing it with youuuu.
*Wheelie blushes when they say they think he’s cute when relaxed.*
Yeah, I wanna be like that with you. I like being like that with you. And you do already make me feel safe coz you weren’t mean when I got small or like when I want cuddles.
*It says nervously before stuffing more mac and cheese in his mouth so he can’t keep stumbling over his words.*
Well, I wouldn't want to be mean to you. Not for real, anyway. Maybe for pretend.
*Valentine grabs a container of leftovers out of the fridge and nukes it so they can have dinner with Wade.*
I gotta figure out more about your age regressing thing. I googled it a little bit, just trying to learn how it works. I kind of understand it now but I also kind of don't still. I think I need to hang out with you more when you're small to, like, learn what you need and how you feel and everything.
*They take the container out of the microwave and come sit next to Wade.*
I do know you're the cutest thing on the planet. Which is all I need to know, really.
For pretend sounds nice. Sometimes a guy needs to be whacked around a bit but know there’s gonna be cuddles after, ya know?
*He smiles as he shifts in it’s seat and watches them get some food.*
I can tell you bits coz I don’t remember all of it. I know sometimes I get small when I’m doing ummm… play? Or scenes? Is that what it’s called?
*He leans against them when they sit down and he keeps nibbling at the mac and cheese.*
You’re too sweet.
You wanna be whacked around?
*There's a sparkle in Valentine's eyes, part amusement, part arousal. They take a bite of what looks like leftover lo mein out of the carton.*
What kind of whacked around are you thinking?
Ummm, I like being told off, I think, and kinda thrown around a bit… oh! I like being tied up but not too tight or I get scared.
*He says excitedly but with a little bit of nervousness.*
What do you like doing? Coz you must have likes too.
I do! I like a lot of mean dominatrix-y things. I like, um, drugs. Drugging people is really hot to me and I can just synthesize all kinds of things, so it's really easy. Or tying you up also sounds fun, bondage is good. I like humiliation and teasing, like, bullying you a little bit. I like making rules and games and having you under my control. And then having punishments, maybe, if you don't behave. Um. I like pain play a lot, but I already said that.
*They're still thinking of things, but they stop listing them for a second.*
You don't have to do all the things I like, you know. Especially if you don't totally trust me with them yet. Just whatever sounds like fun to you.
*Wheelie’s eyes go big as he keeps eating the mac and cheese. Hearing them talk about all that’s making his heart beat fast in an excited way not a scared way.*
That all sounds like a lot of fun, baby.
*He thinks for a moment.*
Though I’ve got a thing with needles like being used on me so I think I’ll need a bit to get used to the idea of that.
*Valentine starts to grin.*
What, all of it? Well, we can take it one thing at a time, probably. I don't want to push you too far.
*Their gaze holds on their needles as they're using them like chopsticks to eat their lo mein.*
Yeah, the needles freak people out sometimes. How about I won't poke you unless you ask me to.
Yeah, a thing at a time sounds good… and um, I like punishments but not too many or I’ll get confused.
*He glances at their needles before smiling.*
They don’t freak me out. It’s um the whole being poked thing coz I’ve been poked other times and not very fun stuff has happened so yeah I’d like if you only poked me if I ask for it.
*He shovels the remaining mac and cheese in his mouth.*
Okay, yeah. Sounds good. Sounds fun.
*They slurp up the last of their sugar noodles.*
Um, you know safe words, right? If you get too upset or too hurt, or you just don't like something, you have to say your safe word, then I'll stop whatever mean thing I'm doing and be nice again. Have you done that? Are you okay with that?
Yeah, I know safe words! I used chimichanga once though I usually use the traffic light thing coz WW prefers that, I think. I’m okay with safe words. Can I use chimichangas? It’s one of my favourite words.
*He rambles before looking over at Valentine with big cute eyes.*
*Valentine giggles.*
Sure. We can use chimichangas. It's a good word.
*They take Wade's bowl and rinse it in the sink, washing their hands and needles as they're tidying up.*
What even is a chimichanga? Some kind of Mexican thing, I think?
*Wheelie giggles and watches them.*
It’s like a burrito but different, I think? I just know I prefer it over burritos.
*He plays with his hands as he looks between them and where he thinks their bedroom is.*
When we’re um playing, can you call me baby or puppy? Just coz I know I like being called those and sometimes I get weird with being called things and I don’t wanna get weird when I’m with you.
Yeah, baby. You can be whatever you want to be.
*They run their needles behind his ear and down to his neck, a sweet look of concern and affection on their face.*
It's okay if you do get weird. I don't mind taking care of you. You probably need some taking care of, don't you, baby?
*He leans into the touch, though it’s a tad overwhelming when combined with them talking ever so sweetly.*
Yeah, um probably. You sure you don’t mind?
*It looks up at them with eyes big like saucers.*
Aw. Of course I don't. It's my privilege.
*Valentine sees Wade getting overwhelmed already and wonders if it's too mean to try to overwhelm it even more. They glance back over their shoulder where it was just looking.*
I saw you looking back there. Did you want to go back to my bedroom? Or were you just afraid someone else was here or something?
Ummm, the first one. I like being on beds more if we’re gonna play. Sometimes ww and I play on the couch in the basement but everything gets all sore and I get grouchy after.
*He fidgets with his hands and then without thinking much, he sticks his thumb in his mouth so he’d stop picking the skin off.*
*Valentine grabs Wade's wrist, gentle but firm, and pulls his hand away from his mouth, looking straight in his eyes.*
*Then they lean in and kiss him, their fingers curling back behind his head and pulling him close by the nape of his neck.*
Come on, then, mac and cheese boy.
*They take his hand and lead him eagerly back to the bedroom.*
*Wade starts blushing as red as a fire truck when they pull his hand out of his mouth and make the craziest eye contact ever.*
*The kiss shocks him out of whatever funk hole he’d climbed into and he kisses them back, a bit rough but overall gently.*
Okay, Vally.
*He follows them like a puppy, blushing the whole time and squeezing their hand.*
*Valentine pulls the waist string out of a bathrobe hanging on a hook on the way into the room, then sits Wade down on the side of the bed. Their expression starts to shift away from their typical sweet warmth, toward something more cool and controlled.*
Hands behind your back, pup. Wrists together. Make it easy for me.
*Wade happily sits down. If it had a tail, it’d be wagging so so hard right now. He puts his hands behind his back with his wrists together. He’s had his hands tied together a couple of times so he makes sure they’re sitting in a way that won’t hurt too bad but will constantly remind him that they’re tied.*
Yes, sir.
*He says quietly, his voice already sounding airy.*
*Valentine wishes they had real rope around to do real shibari. They don't. They also haven't practiced shibari in a long time, so they probably need to watch some tutorials and figure out how not to get their needles stuck in the knots.*
*For now, they tie Wade's wrists together in a tight slipknot, easy for Valentine to undo but hard for Wade to get out of.*
How's that feel, baby? Tight enough? Too tight?
*Wade giggles a little when Valentine ties his wrists together. The strings kinda ticklish.*
Hmmmm, I think it’s tight enough but maybe a little tighter though. I wanna feel it. Wanna be reminded that you’re the boss, sir.
Mmhmm. That's right, baby. Glad you know your place.
*Valentine grins and reties the thin, soft rope a bit tighter.*
Wow. Big bad Deadpool all tied up in my bed. Dreams really do come true.
*They press him down so he's laying on his back, on top of his hands, and start exploring his suit with their fingertips.*
I love your suit. All this tactical leather. All these pockets. Room for so many weapons. I've seen you with those big, ah, katanas? Is that what you call them?
*Wade smiles to himself when they retie the rope. It’s a bit tighter and he can feel it when he moves his wrists a little. His little smile turns into a grin when they call him big and bad. He doesn’t usually think he’s that scary but being called it is nice and his dick seems to think so too as all his blood is rushing there.*
*When they push him down, he whimpers a little. It’s almost unnoticeable. Having their hands on him is nice and he likes being under but he’s also not sure if there’s rules and he’s already hard under his suit.*
Yeah, they’re katanas. They’re my babies. Well them and my pistols.
*He says as casually as he can muster.*
Mm, no katanas today, though, huh.
*Valentine's hands start exploring the leather of Wade's suit, a light touch that's barely enough to feel through the thick fabric.*
I bet you have something on you. Good little Boy Scout can't have left home without at least a pocket knife.
*Their touch traces across his chest and down his stomach. It's increasingly clear this is less of a feel-up and more of a pat-down.*
Time to find out where you hide things.
Katana’s don’t really seem necessary for my partners place.
*He mumbles, squirming a little as they keep touching him. He got the idea that they’re more looking for his weapons but he still feels weird. He feels vulnerable. He’s not quite sure if he likes it. Well he likes it a little.*
*He thinks about offering to take the suit off but it seems like this is part of the fun for Vally and he doesn’t wanna disrupt his baby’s fun. He’d shoot himself in the foot before he did that.*
Um, I didn’t bring much.
*He says quietly. He almost sounds like he’s gone small but he hasn’t. It’s more like he’s not masking as much and so his voice doesn’t sound as protected and hardened.*
*Valentine smiles softly as they find a lump in his pants pocket. They seem bored by his wallet and house keys, setting them aside without a second thought, but the pocket knife captivates them.*
Wow. This is really pretty. You stim with it, or just have it for emergencies?
*They flip the blade open once, then quickly close it again, more out of respect for the object than respect for Wade. It'd be a shame to dull it or drop it.*
*Wade squirms a little bit more before they pull out his house keys and his wallet and then his favourite pocket knife.*
Ummm, both. Mostly stim with it though. Cleaning blood off it’s annoying.
*It holds his breath when they open it and as soon as it’s closed, he breaths out and breaths normally again. It’s not sure if it’s because it’s his favourite knife or because he’s restrained and Vally could have done whatever they wanted with it.*
*Valentine sees Wade's flash of concern and sets the knife to the side with the other junk from his pockets.*
I'm not gonna hurt you today, puppy, *they tell him softly, with a gentle boop of the pad of their finger on his nose.* Today I'm just finding things in your pockets.
*They lean over him and kiss him, boxing him in against the bed, and then their hands are traveling down to his pockets again and digging out his phone.*
I really miss picking pockets. I used to do it all the time. I can't, really, anymore, when I have my needle hands on.
Ooh, Face ID to unlock. I'm not gonna do that, either. But that's interesting. Hmm.
*The way they say interesting has an unsettling mad-scientist energy to it.
*Wade smiles when Valentine reassures him that it’s safe right now and calls him puppy. He giggles when they boop him on the nose and then when they box him in, he holds his breath again. The kiss helps though. He breathes out, remembering they do like him and they don’t wanna scare him in ways he wouldn’t like.*
Sometimes I gotta have my hands free. Can’t always be typing in a silly passcode.
*He defends himself, playfully.*
It’s not that interesting.
*He tilts his head.*
baby can i have cuddles pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
YES come over right now. You can have all the cuddles. I have extras.
yippee!!! i love extra cuddles!!!
*he gets to valentine’s and knocks excitedly.*
Hi babe!
*Valentine lets him in and gives him their standard kiss on the cheek and bowl of pasta at the door. Today it's just storebought mac and cheese, because they didn't know Wade was coming over until like ten minutes ago. But that boy needs calories, and Valentine is going to give them to him.*
How's your day?
*Wheelie skips in and kisses them on the nose as he’s handed the mac and cheese. He starts eating it while they’re still standing there.*
It’s been gooood, I think. I haven’t been doing much though. What about you, handsome?
*Valentine smiles.*
I've been alright. Long day at work. Maybe I should just quit my day job and focus on the fun stuff. Not likely to happen, though. I have a lifestyle to afford.
*They gesture around at their apartment. It's comfortable, but not anything fancy, and it's not even in the city limits.*
Well, come on in. Make yourself at home.
Mhmm, though your day jobs probably hot. Smart people always have hot jobs… unless you’re like Elon Musk. His job is not hot.
*He looks around before smiling and following them further in. He eats some more mac and cheese, moaning softly at how good it tastes after forgetting to eat for a bit.*
Yeah, it is a nice lifestyle and a nice place. Perfect for a handsome guy like you.
*Valentine chuckles at the Elon comment. They're not a fan, either.*
You really think I'm handsome? *they ask with a slight smile.* Naw. You're you. And you think I'm handsome. That's crazy.
*They shake their head, the smile widening.*
You’re so so handsome. I thank my lucky stars that someone as handsome as you liked me and thought I didn’t look like burnt trash.
*He chuckles before putting the bowl down and stepping into their space. He puts his hands on both sides of their face and presses a quick kiss to their lips.*
You’re so fucking handsome, Valentine.
Shush. Eat your pasta.
*Valentine nods to the mac and cheese bowl.*
I need to dom you about things besides food. It's so fun to make you do stuff. You're, like, made to be a sub. Do you do a lot of freaky shit? I feel like you would, but you're also super young and cute. Maybe I need to corrupt you.
*They flare their eyebrows playfully.*
*Wheelie blushes and picks up the mac and cheese bowl again. He nibbles at it before looking up at them again, as red as a fire truck.*
I’ve done freaky stuff. Mostly with WW. Ummm, I dunno how to explain it. I’m his like puppy, I guess? Though sometimes I’m just his baby boy.
*He tilts his head, trying to think if that makes sense.*
Though I think you could corrupt me some more.
*He eats some more pasta, staring down at it instead of Valentine.*
*Valentine's eyes go bright and wide, delighted by the development. Two Deadpools doing petplay together is total fantasy fuel.*
Aww, you're his puppy? You'd make such a good puppy, babe. I can totally see it. Can I try that with you, too, or is that special with him?
*He blushes and eats some more pasta as he shakes his head.*
Yeah, I like being puppy so not special with him. Being his baby is special but not puppy, I think.
Hm. Well, if you like that, maybe you'd like some other BDSM type things. Do you like, um, masochism, at all? Like, I know we've made jokes about it, but do you actually think it'd be hot?
*Valentine looks kind of nervous asking.*
Probably.
*He smiles before nervously chuckling.*
Though I gotta admit something… um, I actually don’t really know what most of the stuff is called. I’ve just kinda done BDSM stuff I think with people and they don’t usually tell me what it actually is.
Oh! That's okay, I can teach you a little bit. I mostly have experience with S&M, which is the sadism and masochism, like, hurting people and being hurt. I like both of those. I do those a lot for fun.
Um. I haven't done a lot of roleplay games like your puppy thing, but I could definitely get into it. I like your imagination. I like seeing the things you do with it. And you're really cute when you're relaxed and you're not overthinking everything.
*Valentine smiles, a little shy.*
I want to make you feel like that. Like you're safe with me. Even though I'm an evil scientist and I'm scary to a lot of people.
Oh! Okay! I think I’ve done S&M. I’d like doing it with youuuu.
*Wheelie blushes when they say they think he’s cute when relaxed.*
Yeah, I wanna be like that with you. I like being like that with you. And you do already make me feel safe coz you weren’t mean when I got small or like when I want cuddles.
*It says nervously before stuffing more mac and cheese in his mouth so he can’t keep stumbling over his words.*
Well, I wouldn't want to be mean to you. Not for real, anyway. Maybe for pretend.
*Valentine grabs a container of leftovers out of the fridge and nukes it so they can have dinner with Wade.*
I gotta figure out more about your age regressing thing. I googled it a little bit, just trying to learn how it works. I kind of understand it now but I also kind of don't still. I think I need to hang out with you more when you're small to, like, learn what you need and how you feel and everything.
*They take the container out of the microwave and come sit next to Wade.*
I do know you're the cutest thing on the planet. Which is all I need to know, really.
For pretend sounds nice. Sometimes a guy needs to be whacked around a bit but know there’s gonna be cuddles after, ya know?
*He smiles as he shifts in it’s seat and watches them get some food.*
I can tell you bits coz I don’t remember all of it. I know sometimes I get small when I’m doing ummm… play? Or scenes? Is that what it’s called?
*He leans against them when they sit down and he keeps nibbling at the mac and cheese.*
You’re too sweet.
You wanna be whacked around?
*There's a sparkle in Valentine's eyes, part amusement, part arousal. They take a bite of what looks like leftover lo mein out of the carton.*
What kind of whacked around are you thinking?
Ummm, I like being told off, I think, and kinda thrown around a bit… oh! I like being tied up but not too tight or I get scared.
*He says excitedly but with a little bit of nervousness.*
What do you like doing? Coz you must have likes too.
I do! I like a lot of mean dominatrix-y things. I like, um, drugs. Drugging people is really hot to me and I can just synthesize all kinds of things, so it's really easy. Or tying you up also sounds fun, bondage is good. I like humiliation and teasing, like, bullying you a little bit. I like making rules and games and having you under my control. And then having punishments, maybe, if you don't behave. Um. I like pain play a lot, but I already said that.
*They're still thinking of things, but they stop listing them for a second.*
You don't have to do all the things I like, you know. Especially if you don't totally trust me with them yet. Just whatever sounds like fun to you.
*Wheelie’s eyes go big as he keeps eating the mac and cheese. Hearing them talk about all that’s making his heart beat fast in an excited way not a scared way.*
That all sounds like a lot of fun, baby.
*He thinks for a moment.*
Though I’ve got a thing with needles like being used on me so I think I’ll need a bit to get used to the idea of that.
*Valentine starts to grin.*
What, all of it? Well, we can take it one thing at a time, probably. I don't want to push you too far.
*Their gaze holds on their needles as they're using them like chopsticks to eat their lo mein.*
Yeah, the needles freak people out sometimes. How about I won't poke you unless you ask me to.
Yeah, a thing at a time sounds good… and um, I like punishments but not too many or I’ll get confused.
*He glances at their needles before smiling.*
They don’t freak me out. It’s um the whole being poked thing coz I’ve been poked other times and not very fun stuff has happened so yeah I’d like if you only poked me if I ask for it.
*He shovels the remaining mac and cheese in his mouth.*
Okay, yeah. Sounds good. Sounds fun.
*They slurp up the last of their sugar noodles.*
Um, you know safe words, right? If you get too upset or too hurt, or you just don't like something, you have to say your safe word, then I'll stop whatever mean thing I'm doing and be nice again. Have you done that? Are you okay with that?
Yeah, I know safe words! I used chimichanga once though I usually use the traffic light thing coz WW prefers that, I think. I’m okay with safe words. Can I use chimichangas? It’s one of my favourite words.
*He rambles before looking over at Valentine with big cute eyes.*
*Valentine giggles.*
Sure. We can use chimichangas. It's a good word.
*They take Wade's bowl and rinse it in the sink, washing their hands and needles as they're tidying up.*
What even is a chimichanga? Some kind of Mexican thing, I think?
*Wheelie giggles and watches them.*
It’s like a burrito but different, I think? I just know I prefer it over burritos.
*He plays with his hands as he looks between them and where he thinks their bedroom is.*
When we’re um playing, can you call me baby or puppy? Just coz I know I like being called those and sometimes I get weird with being called things and I don’t wanna get weird when I’m with you.
Yeah, baby. You can be whatever you want to be.
*They run their needles behind his ear and down to his neck, a sweet look of concern and affection on their face.*
It's okay if you do get weird. I don't mind taking care of you. You probably need some taking care of, don't you, baby?
*He leans into the touch, though it’s a tad overwhelming when combined with them talking ever so sweetly.*
Yeah, um probably. You sure you don’t mind?
*It looks up at them with eyes big like saucers.*
Aw. Of course I don't. It's my privilege.
*Valentine sees Wade getting overwhelmed already and wonders if it's too mean to try to overwhelm it even more. They glance back over their shoulder where it was just looking.*
I saw you looking back there. Did you want to go back to my bedroom? Or were you just afraid someone else was here or something?
Ummm, the first one. I like being on beds more if we’re gonna play. Sometimes ww and I play on the couch in the basement but everything gets all sore and I get grouchy after.
*He fidgets with his hands and then without thinking much, he sticks his thumb in his mouth so he’d stop picking the skin off.*
*Valentine grabs Wade's wrist, gentle but firm, and pulls his hand away from his mouth, looking straight in his eyes.*
*Then they lean in and kiss him, their fingers curling back behind his head and pulling him close by the nape of his neck.*
Come on, then, mac and cheese boy.
*They take his hand and lead him eagerly back to the bedroom.*
*Wade starts blushing as red as a fire truck when they pull his hand out of his mouth and make the craziest eye contact ever.*
*The kiss shocks him out of whatever funk hole he’d climbed into and he kisses them back, a bit rough but overall gently.*
Okay, Vally.
*He follows them like a puppy, blushing the whole time and squeezing their hand.*
*Valentine pulls the waist string out of a bathrobe hanging on a hook on the way into the room, then sits Wade down on the side of the bed. Their expression starts to shift away from their typical sweet warmth, toward something more cool and controlled.*
Hands behind your back, pup. Wrists together. Make it easy for me.
*Wade happily sits down. If it had a tail, it’d be wagging so so hard right now. He puts his hands behind his back with his wrists together. He’s had his hands tied together a couple of times so he makes sure they’re sitting in a way that won’t hurt too bad but will constantly remind him that they’re tied.*
Yes, sir.
*He says quietly, his voice already sounding airy.*
*Valentine wishes they had real rope around to do real shibari. They don't. They also haven't practiced shibari in a long time, so they probably need to watch some tutorials and figure out how not to get their needles stuck in the knots.*
*For now, they tie Wade's wrists together in a tight slipknot, easy for Valentine to undo but hard for Wade to get out of.*
How's that feel, baby? Tight enough? Too tight?
*Wade giggles a little when Valentine ties his wrists together. The strings kinda ticklish.*
Hmmmm, I think it’s tight enough but maybe a little tighter though. I wanna feel it. Wanna be reminded that you’re the boss, sir.
Mmhmm. That's right, baby. Glad you know your place.
*Valentine grins and reties the thin, soft rope a bit tighter.*
Wow. Big bad Deadpool all tied up in my bed. Dreams really do come true.
*They press him down so he's laying on his back, on top of his hands, and start exploring his suit with their fingertips.*
I love your suit. All this tactical leather. All these pockets. Room for so many weapons. I've seen you with those big, ah, katanas? Is that what you call them?
*Wade smiles to himself when they retie the rope. It’s a bit tighter and he can feel it when he moves his wrists a little. His little smile turns into a grin when they call him big and bad. He doesn’t usually think he’s that scary but being called it is nice and his dick seems to think so too as all his blood is rushing there.*
*When they push him down, he whimpers a little. It’s almost unnoticeable. Having their hands on him is nice and he likes being under but he’s also not sure if there’s rules and he’s already hard under his suit.*
Yeah, they’re katanas. They’re my babies. Well them and my pistols.
*He says as casually as he can muster.*
Mm, no katanas today, though, huh.
*Valentine's hands start exploring the leather of Wade's suit, a light touch that's barely enough to feel through the thick fabric.*
I bet you have something on you. Good little Boy Scout can't have left home without at least a pocket knife.
*Their touch traces across his chest and down his stomach. It's increasingly clear this is less of a feel-up and more of a pat-down.*
Time to find out where you hide things.
Katana’s don’t really seem necessary for my partners place.
*He mumbles, squirming a little as they keep touching him. He got the idea that they’re more looking for his weapons but he still feels weird. He feels vulnerable. He’s not quite sure if he likes it. Well he likes it a little.*
*He thinks about offering to take the suit off but it seems like this is part of the fun for Vally and he doesn’t wanna disrupt his baby’s fun. He’d shoot himself in the foot before he did that.*
Um, I didn’t bring much.
*He says quietly. He almost sounds like he’s gone small but he hasn’t. It’s more like he’s not masking as much and so his voice doesn’t sound as protected and hardened.*
*Valentine smiles softly as they find a lump in his pants pocket. They seem bored by his wallet and house keys, setting them aside without a second thought, but the pocket knife captivates them.*
Wow. This is really pretty. You stim with it, or just have it for emergencies?
*They flip the blade open once, then quickly close it again, more out of respect for the object than respect for Wade. It'd be a shame to dull it or drop it.*
*Wade squirms a little bit more before they pull out his house keys and his wallet and then his favourite pocket knife.*
Ummm, both. Mostly stim with it though. Cleaning blood off it’s annoying.
*It holds his breath when they open it and as soon as it’s closed, he breaths out and breaths normally again. It’s not sure if it’s because it’s his favourite knife or because he’s restrained and Vally could have done whatever they wanted with it.*
baby can i have cuddles pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
YES come over right now. You can have all the cuddles. I have extras.
yippee!!! i love extra cuddles!!!
*he gets to valentine’s and knocks excitedly.*
Hi babe!
*Valentine lets him in and gives him their standard kiss on the cheek and bowl of pasta at the door. Today it's just storebought mac and cheese, because they didn't know Wade was coming over until like ten minutes ago. But that boy needs calories, and Valentine is going to give them to him.*
How's your day?
*Wheelie skips in and kisses them on the nose as he’s handed the mac and cheese. He starts eating it while they’re still standing there.*
It’s been gooood, I think. I haven’t been doing much though. What about you, handsome?
*Valentine smiles.*
I've been alright. Long day at work. Maybe I should just quit my day job and focus on the fun stuff. Not likely to happen, though. I have a lifestyle to afford.
*They gesture around at their apartment. It's comfortable, but not anything fancy, and it's not even in the city limits.*
Well, come on in. Make yourself at home.
Mhmm, though your day jobs probably hot. Smart people always have hot jobs… unless you’re like Elon Musk. His job is not hot.
*He looks around before smiling and following them further in. He eats some more mac and cheese, moaning softly at how good it tastes after forgetting to eat for a bit.*
Yeah, it is a nice lifestyle and a nice place. Perfect for a handsome guy like you.
*Valentine chuckles at the Elon comment. They're not a fan, either.*
You really think I'm handsome? *they ask with a slight smile.* Naw. You're you. And you think I'm handsome. That's crazy.
*They shake their head, the smile widening.*
You’re so so handsome. I thank my lucky stars that someone as handsome as you liked me and thought I didn’t look like burnt trash.
*He chuckles before putting the bowl down and stepping into their space. He puts his hands on both sides of their face and presses a quick kiss to their lips.*
You’re so fucking handsome, Valentine.
Shush. Eat your pasta.
*Valentine nods to the mac and cheese bowl.*
I need to dom you about things besides food. It's so fun to make you do stuff. You're, like, made to be a sub. Do you do a lot of freaky shit? I feel like you would, but you're also super young and cute. Maybe I need to corrupt you.
*They flare their eyebrows playfully.*
*Wheelie blushes and picks up the mac and cheese bowl again. He nibbles at it before looking up at them again, as red as a fire truck.*
I’ve done freaky stuff. Mostly with WW. Ummm, I dunno how to explain it. I’m his like puppy, I guess? Though sometimes I’m just his baby boy.
*He tilts his head, trying to think if that makes sense.*
Though I think you could corrupt me some more.
*He eats some more pasta, staring down at it instead of Valentine.*
*Valentine's eyes go bright and wide, delighted by the development. Two Deadpools doing petplay together is total fantasy fuel.*
Aww, you're his puppy? You'd make such a good puppy, babe. I can totally see it. Can I try that with you, too, or is that special with him?
*He blushes and eats some more pasta as he shakes his head.*
Yeah, I like being puppy so not special with him. Being his baby is special but not puppy, I think.
Hm. Well, if you like that, maybe you'd like some other BDSM type things. Do you like, um, masochism, at all? Like, I know we've made jokes about it, but do you actually think it'd be hot?
*Valentine looks kind of nervous asking.*
Probably.
*He smiles before nervously chuckling.*
Though I gotta admit something… um, I actually don’t really know what most of the stuff is called. I’ve just kinda done BDSM stuff I think with people and they don’t usually tell me what it actually is.
Oh! That's okay, I can teach you a little bit. I mostly have experience with S&M, which is the sadism and masochism, like, hurting people and being hurt. I like both of those. I do those a lot for fun.
Um. I haven't done a lot of roleplay games like your puppy thing, but I could definitely get into it. I like your imagination. I like seeing the things you do with it. And you're really cute when you're relaxed and you're not overthinking everything.
*Valentine smiles, a little shy.*
I want to make you feel like that. Like you're safe with me. Even though I'm an evil scientist and I'm scary to a lot of people.
Oh! Okay! I think I’ve done S&M. I’d like doing it with youuuu.
*Wheelie blushes when they say they think he’s cute when relaxed.*
Yeah, I wanna be like that with you. I like being like that with you. And you do already make me feel safe coz you weren’t mean when I got small or like when I want cuddles.
*It says nervously before stuffing more mac and cheese in his mouth so he can’t keep stumbling over his words.*
Well, I wouldn't want to be mean to you. Not for real, anyway. Maybe for pretend.
*Valentine grabs a container of leftovers out of the fridge and nukes it so they can have dinner with Wade.*
I gotta figure out more about your age regressing thing. I googled it a little bit, just trying to learn how it works. I kind of understand it now but I also kind of don't still. I think I need to hang out with you more when you're small to, like, learn what you need and how you feel and everything.
*They take the container out of the microwave and come sit next to Wade.*
I do know you're the cutest thing on the planet. Which is all I need to know, really.
For pretend sounds nice. Sometimes a guy needs to be whacked around a bit but know there’s gonna be cuddles after, ya know?
*He smiles as he shifts in it’s seat and watches them get some food.*
I can tell you bits coz I don’t remember all of it. I know sometimes I get small when I’m doing ummm… play? Or scenes? Is that what it’s called?
*He leans against them when they sit down and he keeps nibbling at the mac and cheese.*
You’re too sweet.
You wanna be whacked around?
*There's a sparkle in Valentine's eyes, part amusement, part arousal. They take a bite of what looks like leftover lo mein out of the carton.*
What kind of whacked around are you thinking?
Ummm, I like being told off, I think, and kinda thrown around a bit… oh! I like being tied up but not too tight or I get scared.
*He says excitedly but with a little bit of nervousness.*
What do you like doing? Coz you must have likes too.
I do! I like a lot of mean dominatrix-y things. I like, um, drugs. Drugging people is really hot to me and I can just synthesize all kinds of things, so it's really easy. Or tying you up also sounds fun, bondage is good. I like humiliation and teasing, like, bullying you a little bit. I like making rules and games and having you under my control. And then having punishments, maybe, if you don't behave. Um. I like pain play a lot, but I already said that.
*They're still thinking of things, but they stop listing them for a second.*
You don't have to do all the things I like, you know. Especially if you don't totally trust me with them yet. Just whatever sounds like fun to you.
*Wheelie’s eyes go big as he keeps eating the mac and cheese. Hearing them talk about all that’s making his heart beat fast in an excited way not a scared way.*
That all sounds like a lot of fun, baby.
*He thinks for a moment.*
Though I’ve got a thing with needles like being used on me so I think I’ll need a bit to get used to the idea of that.
*Valentine starts to grin.*
What, all of it? Well, we can take it one thing at a time, probably. I don't want to push you too far.
*Their gaze holds on their needles as they're using them like chopsticks to eat their lo mein.*
Yeah, the needles freak people out sometimes. How about I won't poke you unless you ask me to.
Yeah, a thing at a time sounds good… and um, I like punishments but not too many or I’ll get confused.
*He glances at their needles before smiling.*
They don’t freak me out. It’s um the whole being poked thing coz I’ve been poked other times and not very fun stuff has happened so yeah I’d like if you only poked me if I ask for it.
*He shovels the remaining mac and cheese in his mouth.*
Okay, yeah. Sounds good. Sounds fun.
*They slurp up the last of their sugar noodles.*
Um, you know safe words, right? If you get too upset or too hurt, or you just don't like something, you have to say your safe word, then I'll stop whatever mean thing I'm doing and be nice again. Have you done that? Are you okay with that?
Yeah, I know safe words! I used chimichanga once though I usually use the traffic light thing coz WW prefers that, I think. I’m okay with safe words. Can I use chimichangas? It’s one of my favourite words.
*He rambles before looking over at Valentine with big cute eyes.*
*Valentine giggles.*
Sure. We can use chimichangas. It's a good word.
*They take Wade's bowl and rinse it in the sink, washing their hands and needles as they're tidying up.*
What even is a chimichanga? Some kind of Mexican thing, I think?
*Wheelie giggles and watches them.*
It’s like a burrito but different, I think? I just know I prefer it over burritos.
*He plays with his hands as he looks between them and where he thinks their bedroom is.*
When we’re um playing, can you call me baby or puppy? Just coz I know I like being called those and sometimes I get weird with being called things and I don’t wanna get weird when I’m with you.
Yeah, baby. You can be whatever you want to be.
*They run their needles behind his ear and down to his neck, a sweet look of concern and affection on their face.*
It's okay if you do get weird. I don't mind taking care of you. You probably need some taking care of, don't you, baby?
*He leans into the touch, though it’s a tad overwhelming when combined with them talking ever so sweetly.*
Yeah, um probably. You sure you don’t mind?
*It looks up at them with eyes big like saucers.*
Aw. Of course I don't. It's my privilege.
*Valentine sees Wade getting overwhelmed already and wonders if it's too mean to try to overwhelm it even more. They glance back over their shoulder where it was just looking.*
I saw you looking back there. Did you want to go back to my bedroom? Or were you just afraid someone else was here or something?
Ummm, the first one. I like being on beds more if we’re gonna play. Sometimes ww and I play on the couch in the basement but everything gets all sore and I get grouchy after.
*He fidgets with his hands and then without thinking much, he sticks his thumb in his mouth so he’d stop picking the skin off.*
*Valentine grabs Wade's wrist, gentle but firm, and pulls his hand away from his mouth, looking straight in his eyes.*
*Then they lean in and kiss him, their fingers curling back behind his head and pulling him close by the nape of his neck.*
Come on, then, mac and cheese boy.
*They take his hand and lead him eagerly back to the bedroom.*
*Wade starts blushing as red as a fire truck when they pull his hand out of his mouth and make the craziest eye contact ever.*
*The kiss shocks him out of whatever funk hole he’d climbed into and he kisses them back, a bit rough but overall gently.*
Okay, Vally.
*He follows them like a puppy, blushing the whole time and squeezing their hand.*
*Valentine pulls the waist string out of a bathrobe hanging on a hook on the way into the room, then sits Wade down on the side of the bed. Their expression starts to shift away from their typical sweet warmth, toward something more cool and controlled.*
Hands behind your back, pup. Wrists together. Make it easy for me.
*Wade happily sits down. If it had a tail, it’d be wagging so so hard right now. He puts his hands behind his back with his wrists together. He’s had his hands tied together a couple of times so he makes sure they’re sitting in a way that won’t hurt too bad but will constantly remind him that they’re tied.*
Yes, sir.
*He says quietly, his voice already sounding airy.*
*Valentine wishes they had real rope around to do real shibari. They don't. They also haven't practiced shibari in a long time, so they probably need to watch some tutorials and figure out how not to get their needles stuck in the knots.*
*For now, they tie Wade's wrists together in a tight slipknot, easy for Valentine to undo but hard for Wade to get out of.*
How's that feel, baby? Tight enough? Too tight?
*Wade giggles a little when Valentine ties his wrists together. The strings kinda ticklish.*
Hmmmm, I think it’s tight enough but maybe a little tighter though. I wanna feel it. Wanna be reminded that you’re the boss, sir.
Mmhmm. That's right, baby. Glad you know your place.
*Valentine grins and reties the thin, soft rope a bit tighter.*
Wow. Big bad Deadpool all tied up in my bed. Dreams really do come true.
*They press him down so he's laying on his back, on top of his hands, and start exploring his suit with their fingertips.*
I love your suit. All this tactical leather. All these pockets. Room for so many weapons. I've seen you with those big, ah, katanas? Is that what you call them?
*Wade smiles to himself when they retie the rope. It’s a bit tighter and he can feel it when he moves his wrists a little. His little smile turns into a grin when they call him big and bad. He doesn’t usually think he’s that scary but being called it is nice and his dick seems to think so too as all his blood is rushing there.*
*When they push him down, he whimpers a little. It’s almost unnoticeable. Having their hands on him is nice and he likes being under but he’s also not sure if there’s rules and he’s already hard under his suit.*
Yeah, they’re katanas. They’re my babies. Well them and my pistols.
*He says as casually as he can muster.*
Mm, no katanas today, though, huh.
*Valentine's hands start exploring the leather of Wade's suit, a light touch that's barely enough to feel through the thick fabric.*
I bet you have something on you. Good little Boy Scout can't have left home without at least a pocket knife.
*Their touch traces across his chest and down his stomach. It's increasingly clear this is less of a feel-up and more of a pat-down.*
Time to find out where you hide things.
Katana’s don’t really seem necessary for my partners place.
*He mumbles, squirming a little as they keep touching him. He got the idea that they’re more looking for his weapons but he still feels weird. He feels vulnerable. He’s not quite sure if he likes it. Well he likes it a little.*
*He thinks about offering to take the suit off but it seems like this is part of the fun for Vally and he doesn’t wanna disrupt his baby’s fun. He’d shoot himself in the foot before he did that.*
Um, I didn’t bring much.
*He says quietly. He almost sounds like he’s gone small but he hasn’t. It’s more like he’s not masking as much and so his voice doesn’t sound as protected and hardened.*
baby can i have cuddles pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
YES come over right now. You can have all the cuddles. I have extras.
yippee!!! i love extra cuddles!!!
*he gets to valentine’s and knocks excitedly.*
Hi babe!
*Valentine lets him in and gives him their standard kiss on the cheek and bowl of pasta at the door. Today it's just storebought mac and cheese, because they didn't know Wade was coming over until like ten minutes ago. But that boy needs calories, and Valentine is going to give them to him.*
How's your day?
*Wheelie skips in and kisses them on the nose as he’s handed the mac and cheese. He starts eating it while they’re still standing there.*
It’s been gooood, I think. I haven’t been doing much though. What about you, handsome?
*Valentine smiles.*
I've been alright. Long day at work. Maybe I should just quit my day job and focus on the fun stuff. Not likely to happen, though. I have a lifestyle to afford.
*They gesture around at their apartment. It's comfortable, but not anything fancy, and it's not even in the city limits.*
Well, come on in. Make yourself at home.
Mhmm, though your day jobs probably hot. Smart people always have hot jobs… unless you’re like Elon Musk. His job is not hot.
*He looks around before smiling and following them further in. He eats some more mac and cheese, moaning softly at how good it tastes after forgetting to eat for a bit.*
Yeah, it is a nice lifestyle and a nice place. Perfect for a handsome guy like you.
*Valentine chuckles at the Elon comment. They're not a fan, either.*
You really think I'm handsome? *they ask with a slight smile.* Naw. You're you. And you think I'm handsome. That's crazy.
*They shake their head, the smile widening.*
You’re so so handsome. I thank my lucky stars that someone as handsome as you liked me and thought I didn’t look like burnt trash.
*He chuckles before putting the bowl down and stepping into their space. He puts his hands on both sides of their face and presses a quick kiss to their lips.*
You’re so fucking handsome, Valentine.
Shush. Eat your pasta.
*Valentine nods to the mac and cheese bowl.*
I need to dom you about things besides food. It's so fun to make you do stuff. You're, like, made to be a sub. Do you do a lot of freaky shit? I feel like you would, but you're also super young and cute. Maybe I need to corrupt you.
*They flare their eyebrows playfully.*
*Wheelie blushes and picks up the mac and cheese bowl again. He nibbles at it before looking up at them again, as red as a fire truck.*
I’ve done freaky stuff. Mostly with WW. Ummm, I dunno how to explain it. I’m his like puppy, I guess? Though sometimes I’m just his baby boy.
*He tilts his head, trying to think if that makes sense.*
Though I think you could corrupt me some more.
*He eats some more pasta, staring down at it instead of Valentine.*
*Valentine's eyes go bright and wide, delighted by the development. Two Deadpools doing petplay together is total fantasy fuel.*
Aww, you're his puppy? You'd make such a good puppy, babe. I can totally see it. Can I try that with you, too, or is that special with him?
*He blushes and eats some more pasta as he shakes his head.*
Yeah, I like being puppy so not special with him. Being his baby is special but not puppy, I think.
Hm. Well, if you like that, maybe you'd like some other BDSM type things. Do you like, um, masochism, at all? Like, I know we've made jokes about it, but do you actually think it'd be hot?
*Valentine looks kind of nervous asking.*
Probably.
*He smiles before nervously chuckling.*
Though I gotta admit something… um, I actually don’t really know what most of the stuff is called. I’ve just kinda done BDSM stuff I think with people and they don’t usually tell me what it actually is.
Oh! That's okay, I can teach you a little bit. I mostly have experience with S&M, which is the sadism and masochism, like, hurting people and being hurt. I like both of those. I do those a lot for fun.
Um. I haven't done a lot of roleplay games like your puppy thing, but I could definitely get into it. I like your imagination. I like seeing the things you do with it. And you're really cute when you're relaxed and you're not overthinking everything.
*Valentine smiles, a little shy.*
I want to make you feel like that. Like you're safe with me. Even though I'm an evil scientist and I'm scary to a lot of people.
Oh! Okay! I think I’ve done S&M. I’d like doing it with youuuu.
*Wheelie blushes when they say they think he’s cute when relaxed.*
Yeah, I wanna be like that with you. I like being like that with you. And you do already make me feel safe coz you weren’t mean when I got small or like when I want cuddles.
*It says nervously before stuffing more mac and cheese in his mouth so he can’t keep stumbling over his words.*
Well, I wouldn't want to be mean to you. Not for real, anyway. Maybe for pretend.
*Valentine grabs a container of leftovers out of the fridge and nukes it so they can have dinner with Wade.*
I gotta figure out more about your age regressing thing. I googled it a little bit, just trying to learn how it works. I kind of understand it now but I also kind of don't still. I think I need to hang out with you more when you're small to, like, learn what you need and how you feel and everything.
*They take the container out of the microwave and come sit next to Wade.*
I do know you're the cutest thing on the planet. Which is all I need to know, really.
For pretend sounds nice. Sometimes a guy needs to be whacked around a bit but know there’s gonna be cuddles after, ya know?
*He smiles as he shifts in it’s seat and watches them get some food.*
I can tell you bits coz I don’t remember all of it. I know sometimes I get small when I’m doing ummm… play? Or scenes? Is that what it’s called?
*He leans against them when they sit down and he keeps nibbling at the mac and cheese.*
You’re too sweet.
You wanna be whacked around?
*There's a sparkle in Valentine's eyes, part amusement, part arousal. They take a bite of what looks like leftover lo mein out of the carton.*
What kind of whacked around are you thinking?
Ummm, I like being told off, I think, and kinda thrown around a bit… oh! I like being tied up but not too tight or I get scared.
*He says excitedly but with a little bit of nervousness.*
What do you like doing? Coz you must have likes too.
I do! I like a lot of mean dominatrix-y things. I like, um, drugs. Drugging people is really hot to me and I can just synthesize all kinds of things, so it's really easy. Or tying you up also sounds fun, bondage is good. I like humiliation and teasing, like, bullying you a little bit. I like making rules and games and having you under my control. And then having punishments, maybe, if you don't behave. Um. I like pain play a lot, but I already said that.
*They're still thinking of things, but they stop listing them for a second.*
You don't have to do all the things I like, you know. Especially if you don't totally trust me with them yet. Just whatever sounds like fun to you.
*Wheelie’s eyes go big as he keeps eating the mac and cheese. Hearing them talk about all that’s making his heart beat fast in an excited way not a scared way.*
That all sounds like a lot of fun, baby.
*He thinks for a moment.*
Though I’ve got a thing with needles like being used on me so I think I’ll need a bit to get used to the idea of that.
*Valentine starts to grin.*
What, all of it? Well, we can take it one thing at a time, probably. I don't want to push you too far.
*Their gaze holds on their needles as they're using them like chopsticks to eat their lo mein.*
Yeah, the needles freak people out sometimes. How about I won't poke you unless you ask me to.
Yeah, a thing at a time sounds good… and um, I like punishments but not too many or I’ll get confused.
*He glances at their needles before smiling.*
They don’t freak me out. It’s um the whole being poked thing coz I’ve been poked other times and not very fun stuff has happened so yeah I’d like if you only poked me if I ask for it.
*He shovels the remaining mac and cheese in his mouth.*
Okay, yeah. Sounds good. Sounds fun.
*They slurp up the last of their sugar noodles.*
Um, you know safe words, right? If you get too upset or too hurt, or you just don't like something, you have to say your safe word, then I'll stop whatever mean thing I'm doing and be nice again. Have you done that? Are you okay with that?
Yeah, I know safe words! I used chimichanga once though I usually use the traffic light thing coz WW prefers that, I think. I’m okay with safe words. Can I use chimichangas? It’s one of my favourite words.
*He rambles before looking over at Valentine with big cute eyes.*
*Valentine giggles.*
Sure. We can use chimichangas. It's a good word.
*They take Wade's bowl and rinse it in the sink, washing their hands and needles as they're tidying up.*
What even is a chimichanga? Some kind of Mexican thing, I think?
*Wheelie giggles and watches them.*
It’s like a burrito but different, I think? I just know I prefer it over burritos.
*He plays with his hands as he looks between them and where he thinks their bedroom is.*
When we’re um playing, can you call me baby or puppy? Just coz I know I like being called those and sometimes I get weird with being called things and I don’t wanna get weird when I’m with you.
Yeah, baby. You can be whatever you want to be.
*They run their needles behind his ear and down to his neck, a sweet look of concern and affection on their face.*
It's okay if you do get weird. I don't mind taking care of you. You probably need some taking care of, don't you, baby?
*He leans into the touch, though it’s a tad overwhelming when combined with them talking ever so sweetly.*
Yeah, um probably. You sure you don’t mind?
*It looks up at them with eyes big like saucers.*
Aw. Of course I don't. It's my privilege.
*Valentine sees Wade getting overwhelmed already and wonders if it's too mean to try to overwhelm it even more. They glance back over their shoulder where it was just looking.*
I saw you looking back there. Did you want to go back to my bedroom? Or were you just afraid someone else was here or something?
Ummm, the first one. I like being on beds more if we’re gonna play. Sometimes ww and I play on the couch in the basement but everything gets all sore and I get grouchy after.
*He fidgets with his hands and then without thinking much, he sticks his thumb in his mouth so he’d stop picking the skin off.*
*Valentine grabs Wade's wrist, gentle but firm, and pulls his hand away from his mouth, looking straight in his eyes.*
*Then they lean in and kiss him, their fingers curling back behind his head and pulling him close by the nape of his neck.*
Come on, then, mac and cheese boy.
*They take his hand and lead him eagerly back to the bedroom.*
*Wade starts blushing as red as a fire truck when they pull his hand out of his mouth and make the craziest eye contact ever.*
*The kiss shocks him out of whatever funk hole he’d climbed into and he kisses them back, a bit rough but overall gently.*
Okay, Vally.
*He follows them like a puppy, blushing the whole time and squeezing their hand.*
*Valentine pulls the waist string out of a bathrobe hanging on a hook on the way into the room, then sits Wade down on the side of the bed. Their expression starts to shift away from their typical sweet warmth, toward something more cool and controlled.*
Hands behind your back, pup. Wrists together. Make it easy for me.
*Wade happily sits down. If it had a tail, it’d be wagging so so hard right now. He puts his hands behind his back with his wrists together. He’s had his hands tied together a couple of times so he makes sure they’re sitting in a way that won’t hurt too bad but will constantly remind him that they’re tied.*
Yes, sir.
*He says quietly, his voice already sounding airy.*
*Valentine wishes they had real rope around to do real shibari. They don't. They also haven't practiced shibari in a long time, so they probably need to watch some tutorials and figure out how not to get their needles stuck in the knots.*
*For now, they tie Wade's wrists together in a tight slipknot, easy for Valentine to undo but hard for Wade to get out of.*
How's that feel, baby? Tight enough? Too tight?
*Wade giggles a little when Valentine ties his wrists together. The strings kinda ticklish.*
Hmmmm, I think it’s tight enough but maybe a little tighter though. I wanna feel it. Wanna be reminded that you’re the boss, sir.
Mmhmm. That's right, baby. Glad you know your place.
*Valentine grins and reties the thin, soft rope a bit tighter.*
Wow. Big bad Deadpool all tied up in my bed. Dreams really do come true.
*They press him down so he's laying on his back, on top of his hands, and start exploring his suit with their fingertips.*
I love your suit. All this tactical leather. All these pockets. Room for so many weapons. I've seen you with those big, ah, katanas? Is that what you call them?
*Wade smiles to himself when they retie the rope. It’s a bit tighter and he can feel it when he moves his wrists a little. His little smile turns into a grin when they call him big and bad. He doesn’t usually think he’s that scary but being called it is nice and his dick seems to think so too as all his blood is rushing there.*
*When they push him down, he whimpers a little. It’s almost unnoticeable. Having their hands on him is nice and he likes being under but he’s also not sure if there’s rules and he’s already hard under his suit.*
Yeah, they’re katanas. They’re my babies. Well them and my pistols.
*He says as casually as he can muster.*
baby can i have cuddles pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
YES come over right now. You can have all the cuddles. I have extras.
yippee!!! i love extra cuddles!!!
*he gets to valentine’s and knocks excitedly.*
Hi babe!
*Valentine lets him in and gives him their standard kiss on the cheek and bowl of pasta at the door. Today it's just storebought mac and cheese, because they didn't know Wade was coming over until like ten minutes ago. But that boy needs calories, and Valentine is going to give them to him.*
How's your day?
*Wheelie skips in and kisses them on the nose as he’s handed the mac and cheese. He starts eating it while they’re still standing there.*
It’s been gooood, I think. I haven’t been doing much though. What about you, handsome?
*Valentine smiles.*
I've been alright. Long day at work. Maybe I should just quit my day job and focus on the fun stuff. Not likely to happen, though. I have a lifestyle to afford.
*They gesture around at their apartment. It's comfortable, but not anything fancy, and it's not even in the city limits.*
Well, come on in. Make yourself at home.
Mhmm, though your day jobs probably hot. Smart people always have hot jobs… unless you’re like Elon Musk. His job is not hot.
*He looks around before smiling and following them further in. He eats some more mac and cheese, moaning softly at how good it tastes after forgetting to eat for a bit.*
Yeah, it is a nice lifestyle and a nice place. Perfect for a handsome guy like you.
*Valentine chuckles at the Elon comment. They're not a fan, either.*
You really think I'm handsome? *they ask with a slight smile.* Naw. You're you. And you think I'm handsome. That's crazy.
*They shake their head, the smile widening.*
You’re so so handsome. I thank my lucky stars that someone as handsome as you liked me and thought I didn’t look like burnt trash.
*He chuckles before putting the bowl down and stepping into their space. He puts his hands on both sides of their face and presses a quick kiss to their lips.*
You’re so fucking handsome, Valentine.
Shush. Eat your pasta.
*Valentine nods to the mac and cheese bowl.*
I need to dom you about things besides food. It's so fun to make you do stuff. You're, like, made to be a sub. Do you do a lot of freaky shit? I feel like you would, but you're also super young and cute. Maybe I need to corrupt you.
*They flare their eyebrows playfully.*
*Wheelie blushes and picks up the mac and cheese bowl again. He nibbles at it before looking up at them again, as red as a fire truck.*
I’ve done freaky stuff. Mostly with WW. Ummm, I dunno how to explain it. I’m his like puppy, I guess? Though sometimes I’m just his baby boy.
*He tilts his head, trying to think if that makes sense.*
Though I think you could corrupt me some more.
*He eats some more pasta, staring down at it instead of Valentine.*
*Valentine's eyes go bright and wide, delighted by the development. Two Deadpools doing petplay together is total fantasy fuel.*
Aww, you're his puppy? You'd make such a good puppy, babe. I can totally see it. Can I try that with you, too, or is that special with him?
*He blushes and eats some more pasta as he shakes his head.*
Yeah, I like being puppy so not special with him. Being his baby is special but not puppy, I think.
Hm. Well, if you like that, maybe you'd like some other BDSM type things. Do you like, um, masochism, at all? Like, I know we've made jokes about it, but do you actually think it'd be hot?
*Valentine looks kind of nervous asking.*
Probably.
*He smiles before nervously chuckling.*
Though I gotta admit something… um, I actually don’t really know what most of the stuff is called. I’ve just kinda done BDSM stuff I think with people and they don’t usually tell me what it actually is.
Oh! That's okay, I can teach you a little bit. I mostly have experience with S&M, which is the sadism and masochism, like, hurting people and being hurt. I like both of those. I do those a lot for fun.
Um. I haven't done a lot of roleplay games like your puppy thing, but I could definitely get into it. I like your imagination. I like seeing the things you do with it. And you're really cute when you're relaxed and you're not overthinking everything.
*Valentine smiles, a little shy.*
I want to make you feel like that. Like you're safe with me. Even though I'm an evil scientist and I'm scary to a lot of people.
Oh! Okay! I think I’ve done S&M. I’d like doing it with youuuu.
*Wheelie blushes when they say they think he’s cute when relaxed.*
Yeah, I wanna be like that with you. I like being like that with you. And you do already make me feel safe coz you weren’t mean when I got small or like when I want cuddles.
*It says nervously before stuffing more mac and cheese in his mouth so he can’t keep stumbling over his words.*
Well, I wouldn't want to be mean to you. Not for real, anyway. Maybe for pretend.
*Valentine grabs a container of leftovers out of the fridge and nukes it so they can have dinner with Wade.*
I gotta figure out more about your age regressing thing. I googled it a little bit, just trying to learn how it works. I kind of understand it now but I also kind of don't still. I think I need to hang out with you more when you're small to, like, learn what you need and how you feel and everything.
*They take the container out of the microwave and come sit next to Wade.*
I do know you're the cutest thing on the planet. Which is all I need to know, really.
For pretend sounds nice. Sometimes a guy needs to be whacked around a bit but know there’s gonna be cuddles after, ya know?
*He smiles as he shifts in it’s seat and watches them get some food.*
I can tell you bits coz I don’t remember all of it. I know sometimes I get small when I’m doing ummm… play? Or scenes? Is that what it’s called?
*He leans against them when they sit down and he keeps nibbling at the mac and cheese.*
You’re too sweet.
You wanna be whacked around?
*There's a sparkle in Valentine's eyes, part amusement, part arousal. They take a bite of what looks like leftover lo mein out of the carton.*
What kind of whacked around are you thinking?
Ummm, I like being told off, I think, and kinda thrown around a bit… oh! I like being tied up but not too tight or I get scared.
*He says excitedly but with a little bit of nervousness.*
What do you like doing? Coz you must have likes too.
I do! I like a lot of mean dominatrix-y things. I like, um, drugs. Drugging people is really hot to me and I can just synthesize all kinds of things, so it's really easy. Or tying you up also sounds fun, bondage is good. I like humiliation and teasing, like, bullying you a little bit. I like making rules and games and having you under my control. And then having punishments, maybe, if you don't behave. Um. I like pain play a lot, but I already said that.
*They're still thinking of things, but they stop listing them for a second.*
You don't have to do all the things I like, you know. Especially if you don't totally trust me with them yet. Just whatever sounds like fun to you.
*Wheelie’s eyes go big as he keeps eating the mac and cheese. Hearing them talk about all that’s making his heart beat fast in an excited way not a scared way.*
That all sounds like a lot of fun, baby.
*He thinks for a moment.*
Though I’ve got a thing with needles like being used on me so I think I’ll need a bit to get used to the idea of that.
*Valentine starts to grin.*
What, all of it? Well, we can take it one thing at a time, probably. I don't want to push you too far.
*Their gaze holds on their needles as they're using them like chopsticks to eat their lo mein.*
Yeah, the needles freak people out sometimes. How about I won't poke you unless you ask me to.
Yeah, a thing at a time sounds good… and um, I like punishments but not too many or I’ll get confused.
*He glances at their needles before smiling.*
They don’t freak me out. It’s um the whole being poked thing coz I’ve been poked other times and not very fun stuff has happened so yeah I’d like if you only poked me if I ask for it.
*He shovels the remaining mac and cheese in his mouth.*
Okay, yeah. Sounds good. Sounds fun.
*They slurp up the last of their sugar noodles.*
Um, you know safe words, right? If you get too upset or too hurt, or you just don't like something, you have to say your safe word, then I'll stop whatever mean thing I'm doing and be nice again. Have you done that? Are you okay with that?
Yeah, I know safe words! I used chimichanga once though I usually use the traffic light thing coz WW prefers that, I think. I’m okay with safe words. Can I use chimichangas? It’s one of my favourite words.
*He rambles before looking over at Valentine with big cute eyes.*
*Valentine giggles.*
Sure. We can use chimichangas. It's a good word.
*They take Wade's bowl and rinse it in the sink, washing their hands and needles as they're tidying up.*
What even is a chimichanga? Some kind of Mexican thing, I think?
*Wheelie giggles and watches them.*
It’s like a burrito but different, I think? I just know I prefer it over burritos.
*He plays with his hands as he looks between them and where he thinks their bedroom is.*
When we’re um playing, can you call me baby or puppy? Just coz I know I like being called those and sometimes I get weird with being called things and I don’t wanna get weird when I’m with you.
Yeah, baby. You can be whatever you want to be.
*They run their needles behind his ear and down to his neck, a sweet look of concern and affection on their face.*
It's okay if you do get weird. I don't mind taking care of you. You probably need some taking care of, don't you, baby?
*He leans into the touch, though it’s a tad overwhelming when combined with them talking ever so sweetly.*
Yeah, um probably. You sure you don’t mind?
*It looks up at them with eyes big like saucers.*
Aw. Of course I don't. It's my privilege.
*Valentine sees Wade getting overwhelmed already and wonders if it's too mean to try to overwhelm it even more. They glance back over their shoulder where it was just looking.*
I saw you looking back there. Did you want to go back to my bedroom? Or were you just afraid someone else was here or something?
Ummm, the first one. I like being on beds more if we’re gonna play. Sometimes ww and I play on the couch in the basement but everything gets all sore and I get grouchy after.
*He fidgets with his hands and then without thinking much, he sticks his thumb in his mouth so he’d stop picking the skin off.*
*Valentine grabs Wade's wrist, gentle but firm, and pulls his hand away from his mouth, looking straight in his eyes.*
*Then they lean in and kiss him, their fingers curling back behind his head and pulling him close by the nape of his neck.*
Come on, then, mac and cheese boy.
*They take his hand and lead him eagerly back to the bedroom.*
*Wade starts blushing as red as a fire truck when they pull his hand out of his mouth and make the craziest eye contact ever.*
*The kiss shocks him out of whatever funk hole he’d climbed into and he kisses them back, a bit rough but overall gently.*
Okay, Vally.
*He follows them like a puppy, blushing the whole time and squeezing their hand.*
*Valentine pulls the waist string out of a bathrobe hanging on a hook on the way into the room, then sits Wade down on the side of the bed. Their expression starts to shift away from their typical sweet warmth, toward something more cool and controlled.*
Hands behind your back, pup. Wrists together. Make it easy for me.
*Wade happily sits down. If it had a tail, it’d be wagging so so hard right now. He puts his hands behind his back with his wrists together. He’s had his hands tied together a couple of times so he makes sure they’re sitting in a way that won’t hurt too bad but will constantly remind him that they’re tied.*
Yes, sir.
*He says quietly, his voice already sounding airy.*
*Valentine wishes they had real rope around to do real shibari. They don't. They also haven't practiced shibari in a long time, so they probably need to watch some tutorials and figure out how not to get their needles stuck in the knots.*
*For now, they tie Wade's wrists together in a tight slipknot, easy for Valentine to undo but hard for Wade to get out of.*
How's that feel, baby? Tight enough? Too tight?
*Wade giggles a little when Valentine ties his wrists together. The strings kinda ticklish.*
Hmmmm, I think it’s tight enough but maybe a little tighter though. I wanna feel it. Wanna be reminded that you’re the boss, sir.
baby can i have cuddles pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
YES come over right now. You can have all the cuddles. I have extras.
yippee!!! i love extra cuddles!!!
*he gets to valentine’s and knocks excitedly.*
Hi babe!
*Valentine lets him in and gives him their standard kiss on the cheek and bowl of pasta at the door. Today it's just storebought mac and cheese, because they didn't know Wade was coming over until like ten minutes ago. But that boy needs calories, and Valentine is going to give them to him.*
How's your day?
*Wheelie skips in and kisses them on the nose as he’s handed the mac and cheese. He starts eating it while they’re still standing there.*
It’s been gooood, I think. I haven’t been doing much though. What about you, handsome?
*Valentine smiles.*
I've been alright. Long day at work. Maybe I should just quit my day job and focus on the fun stuff. Not likely to happen, though. I have a lifestyle to afford.
*They gesture around at their apartment. It's comfortable, but not anything fancy, and it's not even in the city limits.*
Well, come on in. Make yourself at home.
Mhmm, though your day jobs probably hot. Smart people always have hot jobs… unless you’re like Elon Musk. His job is not hot.
*He looks around before smiling and following them further in. He eats some more mac and cheese, moaning softly at how good it tastes after forgetting to eat for a bit.*
Yeah, it is a nice lifestyle and a nice place. Perfect for a handsome guy like you.
*Valentine chuckles at the Elon comment. They're not a fan, either.*
You really think I'm handsome? *they ask with a slight smile.* Naw. You're you. And you think I'm handsome. That's crazy.
*They shake their head, the smile widening.*
You’re so so handsome. I thank my lucky stars that someone as handsome as you liked me and thought I didn’t look like burnt trash.
*He chuckles before putting the bowl down and stepping into their space. He puts his hands on both sides of their face and presses a quick kiss to their lips.*
You’re so fucking handsome, Valentine.
Shush. Eat your pasta.
*Valentine nods to the mac and cheese bowl.*
I need to dom you about things besides food. It's so fun to make you do stuff. You're, like, made to be a sub. Do you do a lot of freaky shit? I feel like you would, but you're also super young and cute. Maybe I need to corrupt you.
*They flare their eyebrows playfully.*
*Wheelie blushes and picks up the mac and cheese bowl again. He nibbles at it before looking up at them again, as red as a fire truck.*
I’ve done freaky stuff. Mostly with WW. Ummm, I dunno how to explain it. I’m his like puppy, I guess? Though sometimes I’m just his baby boy.
*He tilts his head, trying to think if that makes sense.*
Though I think you could corrupt me some more.
*He eats some more pasta, staring down at it instead of Valentine.*
*Valentine's eyes go bright and wide, delighted by the development. Two Deadpools doing petplay together is total fantasy fuel.*
Aww, you're his puppy? You'd make such a good puppy, babe. I can totally see it. Can I try that with you, too, or is that special with him?
*He blushes and eats some more pasta as he shakes his head.*
Yeah, I like being puppy so not special with him. Being his baby is special but not puppy, I think.
Hm. Well, if you like that, maybe you'd like some other BDSM type things. Do you like, um, masochism, at all? Like, I know we've made jokes about it, but do you actually think it'd be hot?
*Valentine looks kind of nervous asking.*
Probably.
*He smiles before nervously chuckling.*
Though I gotta admit something… um, I actually don’t really know what most of the stuff is called. I’ve just kinda done BDSM stuff I think with people and they don’t usually tell me what it actually is.
Oh! That's okay, I can teach you a little bit. I mostly have experience with S&M, which is the sadism and masochism, like, hurting people and being hurt. I like both of those. I do those a lot for fun.
Um. I haven't done a lot of roleplay games like your puppy thing, but I could definitely get into it. I like your imagination. I like seeing the things you do with it. And you're really cute when you're relaxed and you're not overthinking everything.
*Valentine smiles, a little shy.*
I want to make you feel like that. Like you're safe with me. Even though I'm an evil scientist and I'm scary to a lot of people.
Oh! Okay! I think I’ve done S&M. I’d like doing it with youuuu.
*Wheelie blushes when they say they think he’s cute when relaxed.*
Yeah, I wanna be like that with you. I like being like that with you. And you do already make me feel safe coz you weren’t mean when I got small or like when I want cuddles.
*It says nervously before stuffing more mac and cheese in his mouth so he can’t keep stumbling over his words.*
Well, I wouldn't want to be mean to you. Not for real, anyway. Maybe for pretend.
*Valentine grabs a container of leftovers out of the fridge and nukes it so they can have dinner with Wade.*
I gotta figure out more about your age regressing thing. I googled it a little bit, just trying to learn how it works. I kind of understand it now but I also kind of don't still. I think I need to hang out with you more when you're small to, like, learn what you need and how you feel and everything.
*They take the container out of the microwave and come sit next to Wade.*
I do know you're the cutest thing on the planet. Which is all I need to know, really.
For pretend sounds nice. Sometimes a guy needs to be whacked around a bit but know there’s gonna be cuddles after, ya know?
*He smiles as he shifts in it’s seat and watches them get some food.*
I can tell you bits coz I don’t remember all of it. I know sometimes I get small when I’m doing ummm… play? Or scenes? Is that what it’s called?
*He leans against them when they sit down and he keeps nibbling at the mac and cheese.*
You’re too sweet.
You wanna be whacked around?
*There's a sparkle in Valentine's eyes, part amusement, part arousal. They take a bite of what looks like leftover lo mein out of the carton.*
What kind of whacked around are you thinking?
Ummm, I like being told off, I think, and kinda thrown around a bit… oh! I like being tied up but not too tight or I get scared.
*He says excitedly but with a little bit of nervousness.*
What do you like doing? Coz you must have likes too.
I do! I like a lot of mean dominatrix-y things. I like, um, drugs. Drugging people is really hot to me and I can just synthesize all kinds of things, so it's really easy. Or tying you up also sounds fun, bondage is good. I like humiliation and teasing, like, bullying you a little bit. I like making rules and games and having you under my control. And then having punishments, maybe, if you don't behave. Um. I like pain play a lot, but I already said that.
*They're still thinking of things, but they stop listing them for a second.*
You don't have to do all the things I like, you know. Especially if you don't totally trust me with them yet. Just whatever sounds like fun to you.
*Wheelie’s eyes go big as he keeps eating the mac and cheese. Hearing them talk about all that’s making his heart beat fast in an excited way not a scared way.*
That all sounds like a lot of fun, baby.
*He thinks for a moment.*
Though I’ve got a thing with needles like being used on me so I think I’ll need a bit to get used to the idea of that.
*Valentine starts to grin.*
What, all of it? Well, we can take it one thing at a time, probably. I don't want to push you too far.
*Their gaze holds on their needles as they're using them like chopsticks to eat their lo mein.*
Yeah, the needles freak people out sometimes. How about I won't poke you unless you ask me to.
Yeah, a thing at a time sounds good… and um, I like punishments but not too many or I’ll get confused.
*He glances at their needles before smiling.*
They don’t freak me out. It’s um the whole being poked thing coz I’ve been poked other times and not very fun stuff has happened so yeah I’d like if you only poked me if I ask for it.
*He shovels the remaining mac and cheese in his mouth.*
Okay, yeah. Sounds good. Sounds fun.
*They slurp up the last of their sugar noodles.*
Um, you know safe words, right? If you get too upset or too hurt, or you just don't like something, you have to say your safe word, then I'll stop whatever mean thing I'm doing and be nice again. Have you done that? Are you okay with that?
Yeah, I know safe words! I used chimichanga once though I usually use the traffic light thing coz WW prefers that, I think. I’m okay with safe words. Can I use chimichangas? It’s one of my favourite words.
*He rambles before looking over at Valentine with big cute eyes.*
*Valentine giggles.*
Sure. We can use chimichangas. It's a good word.
*They take Wade's bowl and rinse it in the sink, washing their hands and needles as they're tidying up.*
What even is a chimichanga? Some kind of Mexican thing, I think?
*Wheelie giggles and watches them.*
It’s like a burrito but different, I think? I just know I prefer it over burritos.
*He plays with his hands as he looks between them and where he thinks their bedroom is.*
When we’re um playing, can you call me baby or puppy? Just coz I know I like being called those and sometimes I get weird with being called things and I don’t wanna get weird when I’m with you.
Yeah, baby. You can be whatever you want to be.
*They run their needles behind his ear and down to his neck, a sweet look of concern and affection on their face.*
It's okay if you do get weird. I don't mind taking care of you. You probably need some taking care of, don't you, baby?
*He leans into the touch, though it’s a tad overwhelming when combined with them talking ever so sweetly.*
Yeah, um probably. You sure you don’t mind?
*It looks up at them with eyes big like saucers.*
Aw. Of course I don't. It's my privilege.
*Valentine sees Wade getting overwhelmed already and wonders if it's too mean to try to overwhelm it even more. They glance back over their shoulder where it was just looking.*
I saw you looking back there. Did you want to go back to my bedroom? Or were you just afraid someone else was here or something?
Ummm, the first one. I like being on beds more if we’re gonna play. Sometimes ww and I play on the couch in the basement but everything gets all sore and I get grouchy after.
*He fidgets with his hands and then without thinking much, he sticks his thumb in his mouth so he’d stop picking the skin off.*
*Valentine grabs Wade's wrist, gentle but firm, and pulls his hand away from his mouth, looking straight in his eyes.*
*Then they lean in and kiss him, their fingers curling back behind his head and pulling him close by the nape of his neck.*
Come on, then, mac and cheese boy.
*They take his hand and lead him eagerly back to the bedroom.*
*Wade starts blushing as red as a fire truck when they pull his hand out of his mouth and make the craziest eye contact ever.*
*The kiss shocks him out of whatever funk hole he’d climbed into and he kisses them back, a bit rough but overall gently.*
Okay, Vally.
*He follows them like a puppy, blushing the whole time and squeezing their hand.*
*Valentine pulls the waist string out of a bathrobe hanging on a hook on the way into the room, then sits Wade down on the side of the bed. Their expression starts to shift away from their typical sweet warmth, toward something more cool and controlled.*
Hands behind your back, pup. Wrists together. Make it easy for me.
*Wade happily sits down. If it had a tail, it’d be wagging so so hard right now. He puts his hands behind his back with his wrists together. He’s had his hands tied together a couple of times so he makes sure they’re sitting in a way that won’t hurt too bad but will constantly remind him that they’re tied.*
Yes, sir.
*He says quietly, his voice already sounding airy.*
non sexual dominance is the best kind 😵💫😵💫 placing a hand on my back, holding my hand to guide me through crowds, telling me to eat/sleep, taking charge just ehehahr will melt every time
[Signal chat]
U up? I'm at Sister Margarets
Weasel says he misses you.
I'm just kidding. He would never say that. But I can see it in his eyes
@valentine-vuong
I’m up :3
Oooo, I could do with a drink
Liarrrrr
He misses me being reckless with my tipping ;)
Do i get kisses if i come?
"Ooh, something we have in common," they say as they climb back on top of Wade. "I also like smacking things to make them behave."
They lift his chin with their fingers to get a good angle and start to kiss him with a sweetness that contradicts and undercuts their threat, as their other hand starts climbing up his shirt, their needle tips tracing lightly over his scars.
"I bet you like getting smacked around sometimes, hm?"
He immediately starts blushing again but he’s not squirming as much this time. His hands go to their waist and he traces little circles.
Now the kiss makes him squirm a little. It’s a bit too much when they start tracing his scars as well but it’s not too much that he tries to get away again. He’s walking a very thin line between pleasure and pain. He’s gonna have to explain to Valentine what kinda pain he likes at some point but right now, he’s just happy to be getting kissed.
He nods slowly with a little smile. “Yea, sometimes.”
"When the mood strikes you?" They bat their eyes behind their thick glasses. "What kind of mood are you in tonight? You seem like maybe it's just a kisses and snuggles mood."
“Well it could strike me tonight,” he says with a little smirk. “But could we watch some my little pony first?”
Valentine blinks. Right. If they're TV and chilling, they have to at least pretend to watch the TV for a minute.
They can sit nicely and behave for an episode or two if Wade's in their arms. That sounds really nice, actually. They've been sorely missing that kind of intimacy in their life.
They sit up and snuggle in next to Wade, determined to be super normal and able to watch a show without getting too handsy.
Wade snuggles against them and then wriggles his way under their arm so he’s half laying on Valentine’s lap. He’s in a bit of a playful mood despite what he said so he smirks and glances up at them. “You smell really nice. It’s pretty sexy.”
"I smell like what I was drinking," Valentine chuckles, smiling down at Wade with heart-eyes. "You just think I'm sexy already."
“Well you are sexy so I’m right.” He giggles and looks back to the show before looking back up at them. “I think I’m in the mood, babyyyyyyy.”
Soulmates, they are. At least let me watch an episode x at least let me finish my drink.
Valentine rolls their eyes, trying not to outright laugh at it but smiling wide anyway. "What are you in the mood for?"
Wade blinks before looking back at the screen and then back at them. “Um, something? I think with a lot more hands on me or on you? And in the bedroom?” He grins. “Yes, in my bedroom.”
"Well, I only have two hands," they reply thoughtfully, "and they're both fake. But I'll do my best."
Valentine pauses the show. They can watch it later if they're still awake. They get up and pull Wade to his feet with them, kissing him again with their hands around his waist.
“Fake hands are still better than none,” he says with a little giggle.
Wade happily stands up and leans into their space. He doesn’t notice they turned the show off, too lost in their eyes to. When they kiss it again, it’s like sparks go off in his brain and he’s wrapping his arms around them and pulling them as close as he can.
Valentine melts into it, digging their fingers into his hips and sighing into his mouth. He kisses like such an angel. The merc with the mouth indeed.
"You gonna take me to bed, baby?" they breathe against his lips.
“I like the sound of that, babyyy,” he giggles against their lips.
He draws circles on their waist before letting go and dragging them over to it’s bed. It’s made like a hotel bed which is surprising. It’s that army discipline coming through.
“So how do you wanna do this? Whaddya like, handsome?”
They hum as they look it in its eyes. "I like a lot of things."
They gently push it down onto the bed, falling on top of it and straddling it as they crawl up toward its face.
"Been thinking a lot about what it'd feel like to ride you. You gonna let me find out?"
“Yeah?”
Wheelie squeaks when they push him onto the bed and end up on top of him. Once it’s comfy, he giggles a little and reaches out and holds onto their thighs.
“Yeah, I think I could let you.”
Valentine hikes up their dress, revealing lingerie the same deep purple as their hair, with a pretty little bulge in the front that's getting stiffer by the minute. They don't even think they'll end up taking them off, just pulling them to the side for access.
"You don't even need to prep me," they tell him softly as they start to grind their body against his, the anticipation making their heart race. "The chemosynthesis enables self-lubrication, plus a slight muscle relaxant to facilitate penetration."
They grin wide and giggle as he stares up at them with his wide, pretty eyes.
"Did you follow that? You got that look like I'm talking too sciencey again. Or maybe you're just dazed because I'm grinding on you."
His eyes fix right on their pretty lingerie and for a split second, he wonders if he’d like to wear those. (It’s a yes!) It then shakes it’s head and focuses back on their pretty little bulge.
They start talking and he follows them until they say chemoblahblah. He mostly just doesn’t get the word but also they’re fucking grinding on him and it’s trying his best to not moan already so yeah, he’s just staring up at them with big and kinda jaundiced eyes.
“Both. Can I answer both? Wait, actually timeout or not really a timeout. I gotta get these pants off. That’s what I’m saying.”
He kinda crawls out from under them and kicks his pants onto the floor and then pulls his shirt off. He thinks about getting back on the bed but being completely naked makes him shiver so he grabs the first thing he sees on his bedroom chair and it just happens to be his pretty green lacy nightie.
"Ooh, pretty," Valentine cooes. They run their fingers over it as they pull Wade back into the bed with them and push him back down on his back. "And very soft. Wow. Is that silk?"
Their hand slides up his skirt and lifts it up out of the way, leaving his half-hard dick exposed for them to close their smooth fingers around and slip their lips over the tip. Their eyes close with a satisfied sigh as they start to suck at it.
He smiles before he falls back onto the bed and wriggles around a little. It stops when they ask a question.
“Oh yeah! I got it from this cute little place. I got rid of a creep who’d been harassing their workers so they said I could pick out anything. Pretty sure they thought it was for my girlfriend or something though,” he cutely rambles as they start to touch his dick.
When their lips close around his dick, he moans softly and when they start sucking, it bucks it’s hips up and groans.
Valentine shakes their head a little at the suggestion that Wade would be assumed to be straight. It doesn't seem too likely to them. The staff probably knew exactly who it was for.
They suck sweetly at the tip, dipping lower as they feel him stiffening in their mouth. It's going to feel so good inside them. They know already. They knew before they ever got Wade naked. He's so fucking big, and only getting bigger the harder he gets. It makes their eyes roll back just thinking about it.
He groans softly, the ache that always comes when he gets hard coming back. Having their lips on his dick makes it feel better though. One of the voices mumbles something about how they probably think it’s an ugly dick but it’s pretty sure they wouldn’t be sucking it like a lollipop if they did.
“Oh my god, right there,” he moans as they go lower and it just feels so perfect.
Their mouth was so warm and if he wasn’t feeling almost floaty, it’d start bucking. He does reach down and grab at their hair to hold them in place. They’re so fucking perfect.
Valentine moans a little when Wade grabs their hair and pulls them in. They need it so bad. They want it touching them all over, just as desperate as they are for it.
Their grip tightens for a moment, one hand on his dick, the other on his thigh - then they let go, leaving him suddenly without stimulation while they position themself back overtop of him.
"Think you can last for me?" they tease as they're lining him up, moving their lingerie to the side and pressing his raw tip against their opening.
He groans as they tighten their grip which then turns into whines as they just stop completely. It wriggles and grabs at them for the few moments that they’re left without any stimulation.
When they talk again, he stops wriggling and excitedly nods. Normally he’d try and talk during sex but there’s just a bit much going on so it just keeps nodding as they line up his tip against their opening. Lucky for them, he can’t really get STI’s so raw is the way to go.
They sink down onto him with a satisfied shiver, lowering their weight slowly to make it last as long as they can.
"Fuck, that's so good," they nearly whisper as it fills them up bit by bit until they're taking it all the way to the hilt. "You're so big, baby."
He moans and grabs at them desperately as they lower themselves down onto him. It’s so good and they’re going so slowwwww.
Whimpers tumble out of his mouth as he tries to grab onto whatever part of them he can, eventually settling on their thighs. It smiles a little, happy Valentine feels good. They like making people feel good.
Valentine thinks they're in fucking heaven right now as they fill themself up and start to bounce on it. Wade looks so, so pretty under them, with his little whimpers and moans. He's such a perfect toy for them to ride.
"Sweet baby. God. Touch me."
They take one of Wheelie's hands and move it up their leg, showing him how to rub their dick as their breathing starts to get heavy.
He’s never sure how much is too much so when they guide one of his hands to their little dick, his heart does a flip and he immediately starts rubbing it excitedly.
More moans tumble out of his mouth and he smiles. They’re so warm and cozy. He’d let them cockwarm him any day.
Valentine's mouth falls open, panting from how overwhelming it is. It's so good, they're starting to speed up, to keep hitting the spots that make them gasp and feel lightheaded.
They soak up every moan Wade makes. This is exactly where they want to be, just here with Wade's hands all over them, their hands all over his hips and stomach, needle nails lightly scratching over his skin.
Wade grins as he looks up at them and sees them panting. It’s the cutest sight and he’d kiss them if he was able to but the position’s awkward so he keeps rubbing their little dick. Hopefully that gets his affection across.
It relishes in the feeling of their hands all over him and it all feels so good that he hardly notices their nails scratching his skin or they’re adding to the pleasure. He’s not quite sure. He does know that he could stay here forever, being used by Valentine to chase their own pleasure. He was also getting off of course but it was mostly just cozy.
[Signal chat]
U up? I'm at Sister Margarets
Weasel says he misses you.
I'm just kidding. He would never say that. But I can see it in his eyes
@valentine-vuong
I’m up :3
Oooo, I could do with a drink
Liarrrrr
He misses me being reckless with my tipping ;)
Do i get kisses if i come?
"Ooh, something we have in common," they say as they climb back on top of Wade. "I also like smacking things to make them behave."
They lift his chin with their fingers to get a good angle and start to kiss him with a sweetness that contradicts and undercuts their threat, as their other hand starts climbing up his shirt, their needle tips tracing lightly over his scars.
"I bet you like getting smacked around sometimes, hm?"
He immediately starts blushing again but he’s not squirming as much this time. His hands go to their waist and he traces little circles.
Now the kiss makes him squirm a little. It’s a bit too much when they start tracing his scars as well but it’s not too much that he tries to get away again. He’s walking a very thin line between pleasure and pain. He’s gonna have to explain to Valentine what kinda pain he likes at some point but right now, he’s just happy to be getting kissed.
He nods slowly with a little smile. “Yea, sometimes.”
"When the mood strikes you?" They bat their eyes behind their thick glasses. "What kind of mood are you in tonight? You seem like maybe it's just a kisses and snuggles mood."
“Well it could strike me tonight,” he says with a little smirk. “But could we watch some my little pony first?”
Valentine blinks. Right. If they're TV and chilling, they have to at least pretend to watch the TV for a minute.
They can sit nicely and behave for an episode or two if Wade's in their arms. That sounds really nice, actually. They've been sorely missing that kind of intimacy in their life.
They sit up and snuggle in next to Wade, determined to be super normal and able to watch a show without getting too handsy.
Wade snuggles against them and then wriggles his way under their arm so he’s half laying on Valentine’s lap. He’s in a bit of a playful mood despite what he said so he smirks and glances up at them. “You smell really nice. It’s pretty sexy.”
"I smell like what I was drinking," Valentine chuckles, smiling down at Wade with heart-eyes. "You just think I'm sexy already."
“Well you are sexy so I’m right.” He giggles and looks back to the show before looking back up at them. “I think I’m in the mood, babyyyyyyy.”
Soulmates, they are. At least let me watch an episode x at least let me finish my drink.
Valentine rolls their eyes, trying not to outright laugh at it but smiling wide anyway. "What are you in the mood for?"
Wade blinks before looking back at the screen and then back at them. “Um, something? I think with a lot more hands on me or on you? And in the bedroom?” He grins. “Yes, in my bedroom.”
"Well, I only have two hands," they reply thoughtfully, "and they're both fake. But I'll do my best."
Valentine pauses the show. They can watch it later if they're still awake. They get up and pull Wade to his feet with them, kissing him again with their hands around his waist.
“Fake hands are still better than none,” he says with a little giggle.
Wade happily stands up and leans into their space. He doesn’t notice they turned the show off, too lost in their eyes to. When they kiss it again, it’s like sparks go off in his brain and he’s wrapping his arms around them and pulling them as close as he can.
Valentine melts into it, digging their fingers into his hips and sighing into his mouth. He kisses like such an angel. The merc with the mouth indeed.
"You gonna take me to bed, baby?" they breathe against his lips.
“I like the sound of that, babyyy,” he giggles against their lips.
He draws circles on their waist before letting go and dragging them over to it’s bed. It’s made like a hotel bed which is surprising. It’s that army discipline coming through.
“So how do you wanna do this? Whaddya like, handsome?”
They hum as they look it in its eyes. "I like a lot of things."
They gently push it down onto the bed, falling on top of it and straddling it as they crawl up toward its face.
"Been thinking a lot about what it'd feel like to ride you. You gonna let me find out?"
“Yeah?”
Wheelie squeaks when they push him onto the bed and end up on top of him. Once it’s comfy, he giggles a little and reaches out and holds onto their thighs.
“Yeah, I think I could let you.”
Valentine hikes up their dress, revealing lingerie the same deep purple as their hair, with a pretty little bulge in the front that's getting stiffer by the minute. They don't even think they'll end up taking them off, just pulling them to the side for access.
"You don't even need to prep me," they tell him softly as they start to grind their body against his, the anticipation making their heart race. "The chemosynthesis enables self-lubrication, plus a slight muscle relaxant to facilitate penetration."
They grin wide and giggle as he stares up at them with his wide, pretty eyes.
"Did you follow that? You got that look like I'm talking too sciencey again. Or maybe you're just dazed because I'm grinding on you."
His eyes fix right on their pretty lingerie and for a split second, he wonders if he’d like to wear those. (It’s a yes!) It then shakes it’s head and focuses back on their pretty little bulge.
They start talking and he follows them until they say chemoblahblah. He mostly just doesn’t get the word but also they’re fucking grinding on him and it’s trying his best to not moan already so yeah, he’s just staring up at them with big and kinda jaundiced eyes.
“Both. Can I answer both? Wait, actually timeout or not really a timeout. I gotta get these pants off. That’s what I’m saying.”
He kinda crawls out from under them and kicks his pants onto the floor and then pulls his shirt off. He thinks about getting back on the bed but being completely naked makes him shiver so he grabs the first thing he sees on his bedroom chair and it just happens to be his pretty green lacy nightie.
"Ooh, pretty," Valentine cooes. They run their fingers over it as they pull Wade back into the bed with them and push him back down on his back. "And very soft. Wow. Is that silk?"
Their hand slides up his skirt and lifts it up out of the way, leaving his half-hard dick exposed for them to close their smooth fingers around and slip their lips over the tip. Their eyes close with a satisfied sigh as they start to suck at it.
He smiles before he falls back onto the bed and wriggles around a little. It stops when they ask a question.
“Oh yeah! I got it from this cute little place. I got rid of a creep who’d been harassing their workers so they said I could pick out anything. Pretty sure they thought it was for my girlfriend or something though,” he cutely rambles as they start to touch his dick.
When their lips close around his dick, he moans softly and when they start sucking, it bucks it’s hips up and groans.
Valentine shakes their head a little at the suggestion that Wade would be assumed to be straight. It doesn't seem too likely to them. The staff probably knew exactly who it was for.
They suck sweetly at the tip, dipping lower as they feel him stiffening in their mouth. It's going to feel so good inside them. They know already. They knew before they ever got Wade naked. He's so fucking big, and only getting bigger the harder he gets. It makes their eyes roll back just thinking about it.
He groans softly, the ache that always comes when he gets hard coming back. Having their lips on his dick makes it feel better though. One of the voices mumbles something about how they probably think it’s an ugly dick but it’s pretty sure they wouldn’t be sucking it like a lollipop if they did.
“Oh my god, right there,” he moans as they go lower and it just feels so perfect.
Their mouth was so warm and if he wasn’t feeling almost floaty, it’d start bucking. He does reach down and grab at their hair to hold them in place. They’re so fucking perfect.
Valentine moans a little when Wade grabs their hair and pulls them in. They need it so bad. They want it touching them all over, just as desperate as they are for it.
Their grip tightens for a moment, one hand on his dick, the other on his thigh - then they let go, leaving him suddenly without stimulation while they position themself back overtop of him.
"Think you can last for me?" they tease as they're lining him up, moving their lingerie to the side and pressing his raw tip against their opening.
He groans as they tighten their grip which then turns into whines as they just stop completely. It wriggles and grabs at them for the few moments that they’re left without any stimulation.
When they talk again, he stops wriggling and excitedly nods. Normally he’d try and talk during sex but there’s just a bit much going on so it just keeps nodding as they line up his tip against their opening. Lucky for them, he can’t really get STI’s so raw is the way to go.
They sink down onto him with a satisfied shiver, lowering their weight slowly to make it last as long as they can.
"Fuck, that's so good," they nearly whisper as it fills them up bit by bit until they're taking it all the way to the hilt. "You're so big, baby."
He moans and grabs at them desperately as they lower themselves down onto him. It’s so good and they’re going so slowwwww.
Whimpers tumble out of his mouth as he tries to grab onto whatever part of them he can, eventually settling on their thighs. It smiles a little, happy Valentine feels good. They like making people feel good.
Valentine thinks they're in fucking heaven right now as they fill themself up and start to bounce on it. Wade looks so, so pretty under them, with his little whimpers and moans. He's such a perfect toy for them to ride.
"Sweet baby. God. Touch me."
They take one of Wheelie's hands and move it up their leg, showing him how to rub their dick as their breathing starts to get heavy.
He’s never sure how much is too much so when they guide one of his hands to their little dick, his heart does a flip and he immediately starts rubbing it excitedly.
More moans tumble out of his mouth and he smiles. They’re so warm and cozy. He’d let them cockwarm him any day.
[Signal chat]
U up? I'm at Sister Margarets
Weasel says he misses you.
I'm just kidding. He would never say that. But I can see it in his eyes
@valentine-vuong
I’m up :3
Oooo, I could do with a drink
Liarrrrr
He misses me being reckless with my tipping ;)
Do i get kisses if i come?
"Ooh, something we have in common," they say as they climb back on top of Wade. "I also like smacking things to make them behave."
They lift his chin with their fingers to get a good angle and start to kiss him with a sweetness that contradicts and undercuts their threat, as their other hand starts climbing up his shirt, their needle tips tracing lightly over his scars.
"I bet you like getting smacked around sometimes, hm?"
He immediately starts blushing again but he’s not squirming as much this time. His hands go to their waist and he traces little circles.
Now the kiss makes him squirm a little. It’s a bit too much when they start tracing his scars as well but it’s not too much that he tries to get away again. He’s walking a very thin line between pleasure and pain. He’s gonna have to explain to Valentine what kinda pain he likes at some point but right now, he’s just happy to be getting kissed.
He nods slowly with a little smile. “Yea, sometimes.”
"When the mood strikes you?" They bat their eyes behind their thick glasses. "What kind of mood are you in tonight? You seem like maybe it's just a kisses and snuggles mood."
“Well it could strike me tonight,” he says with a little smirk. “But could we watch some my little pony first?”
Valentine blinks. Right. If they're TV and chilling, they have to at least pretend to watch the TV for a minute.
They can sit nicely and behave for an episode or two if Wade's in their arms. That sounds really nice, actually. They've been sorely missing that kind of intimacy in their life.
They sit up and snuggle in next to Wade, determined to be super normal and able to watch a show without getting too handsy.
Wade snuggles against them and then wriggles his way under their arm so he’s half laying on Valentine’s lap. He’s in a bit of a playful mood despite what he said so he smirks and glances up at them. “You smell really nice. It’s pretty sexy.”
"I smell like what I was drinking," Valentine chuckles, smiling down at Wade with heart-eyes. "You just think I'm sexy already."
“Well you are sexy so I’m right.” He giggles and looks back to the show before looking back up at them. “I think I’m in the mood, babyyyyyyy.”
Soulmates, they are. At least let me watch an episode x at least let me finish my drink.
Valentine rolls their eyes, trying not to outright laugh at it but smiling wide anyway. "What are you in the mood for?"
Wade blinks before looking back at the screen and then back at them. “Um, something? I think with a lot more hands on me or on you? And in the bedroom?” He grins. “Yes, in my bedroom.”
"Well, I only have two hands," they reply thoughtfully, "and they're both fake. But I'll do my best."
Valentine pauses the show. They can watch it later if they're still awake. They get up and pull Wade to his feet with them, kissing him again with their hands around his waist.
“Fake hands are still better than none,” he says with a little giggle.
Wade happily stands up and leans into their space. He doesn’t notice they turned the show off, too lost in their eyes to. When they kiss it again, it’s like sparks go off in his brain and he’s wrapping his arms around them and pulling them as close as he can.
Valentine melts into it, digging their fingers into his hips and sighing into his mouth. He kisses like such an angel. The merc with the mouth indeed.
"You gonna take me to bed, baby?" they breathe against his lips.
“I like the sound of that, babyyy,” he giggles against their lips.
He draws circles on their waist before letting go and dragging them over to it’s bed. It’s made like a hotel bed which is surprising. It’s that army discipline coming through.
“So how do you wanna do this? Whaddya like, handsome?”
They hum as they look it in its eyes. "I like a lot of things."
They gently push it down onto the bed, falling on top of it and straddling it as they crawl up toward its face.
"Been thinking a lot about what it'd feel like to ride you. You gonna let me find out?"
“Yeah?”
Wheelie squeaks when they push him onto the bed and end up on top of him. Once it’s comfy, he giggles a little and reaches out and holds onto their thighs.
“Yeah, I think I could let you.”
Valentine hikes up their dress, revealing lingerie the same deep purple as their hair, with a pretty little bulge in the front that's getting stiffer by the minute. They don't even think they'll end up taking them off, just pulling them to the side for access.
"You don't even need to prep me," they tell him softly as they start to grind their body against his, the anticipation making their heart race. "The chemosynthesis enables self-lubrication, plus a slight muscle relaxant to facilitate penetration."
They grin wide and giggle as he stares up at them with his wide, pretty eyes.
"Did you follow that? You got that look like I'm talking too sciencey again. Or maybe you're just dazed because I'm grinding on you."
His eyes fix right on their pretty lingerie and for a split second, he wonders if he’d like to wear those. (It’s a yes!) It then shakes it’s head and focuses back on their pretty little bulge.
They start talking and he follows them until they say chemoblahblah. He mostly just doesn’t get the word but also they’re fucking grinding on him and it’s trying his best to not moan already so yeah, he’s just staring up at them with big and kinda jaundiced eyes.
“Both. Can I answer both? Wait, actually timeout or not really a timeout. I gotta get these pants off. That’s what I’m saying.”
He kinda crawls out from under them and kicks his pants onto the floor and then pulls his shirt off. He thinks about getting back on the bed but being completely naked makes him shiver so he grabs the first thing he sees on his bedroom chair and it just happens to be his pretty green lacy nightie.
"Ooh, pretty," Valentine cooes. They run their fingers over it as they pull Wade back into the bed with them and push him back down on his back. "And very soft. Wow. Is that silk?"
Their hand slides up his skirt and lifts it up out of the way, leaving his half-hard dick exposed for them to close their smooth fingers around and slip their lips over the tip. Their eyes close with a satisfied sigh as they start to suck at it.
He smiles before he falls back onto the bed and wriggles around a little. It stops when they ask a question.
“Oh yeah! I got it from this cute little place. I got rid of a creep who’d been harassing their workers so they said I could pick out anything. Pretty sure they thought it was for my girlfriend or something though,” he cutely rambles as they start to touch his dick.
When their lips close around his dick, he moans softly and when they start sucking, it bucks it’s hips up and groans.
Valentine shakes their head a little at the suggestion that Wade would be assumed to be straight. It doesn't seem too likely to them. The staff probably knew exactly who it was for.
They suck sweetly at the tip, dipping lower as they feel him stiffening in their mouth. It's going to feel so good inside them. They know already. They knew before they ever got Wade naked. He's so fucking big, and only getting bigger the harder he gets. It makes their eyes roll back just thinking about it.
He groans softly, the ache that always comes when he gets hard coming back. Having their lips on his dick makes it feel better though. One of the voices mumbles something about how they probably think it’s an ugly dick but it’s pretty sure they wouldn’t be sucking it like a lollipop if they did.
“Oh my god, right there,” he moans as they go lower and it just feels so perfect.
Their mouth was so warm and if he wasn’t feeling almost floaty, it’d start bucking. He does reach down and grab at their hair to hold them in place. They’re so fucking perfect.
Valentine moans a little when Wade grabs their hair and pulls them in. They need it so bad. They want it touching them all over, just as desperate as they are for it.
Their grip tightens for a moment, one hand on his dick, the other on his thigh - then they let go, leaving him suddenly without stimulation while they position themself back overtop of him.
"Think you can last for me?" they tease as they're lining him up, moving their lingerie to the side and pressing his raw tip against their opening.
He groans as they tighten their grip which then turns into whines as they just stop completely. It wriggles and grabs at them for the few moments that they’re left without any stimulation.
When they talk again, he stops wriggling and excitedly nods. Normally he’d try and talk during sex but there’s just a bit much going on so it just keeps nodding as they line up his tip against their opening. Lucky for them, he can’t really get STI’s so raw is the way to go.
They sink down onto him with a satisfied shiver, lowering their weight slowly to make it last as long as they can.
"Fuck, that's so good," they nearly whisper as it fills them up bit by bit until they're taking it all the way to the hilt. "You're so big, baby."
He moans and grabs at them desperately as they lower themselves down onto him. It’s so good and they’re going so slowwwww.
Whimpers tumble out of his mouth as he tries to grab onto whatever part of them he can, eventually settling on their thighs. It smiles a little, happy Valentine feels good. They like making people feel good.
