Oh, that one texture makes you wanna peel the skin off your hands when you touch it? There are gloves under the sink and if that doesn't work, someone will trade, we've all been there

Want to talk about something but feel like you'll be annoying? Occtis can't sit in silence, go talk at him! No he won't look at you while your doing it, yes he is listening to every word you say and will remember it.

Social events physically wear you out? Don't worry, after anything there is several hours of pure silence where no one is allowed to talk loudly or turn on any big lights while everyone recharges

Is this me projecting a little? Maybe...

- StuffAndThings

It's amazing and then for a while it's far worse for him. He gets used to people understanding, to doing things the way that comes naturally and not the way it's Expected Of Him.

And then he has to go back to the Villa Aurora and everything is so bright there and there's so many people and was it always this loud? Did eating with people watching him always itch like that? Why does everyone want to talk to him all the time? Why does it feel funny to keep his hands calm and empty at his sides?

Tyranny is incredibly happy to rough up her friend a bit, playing with him until he's sobbing from a mix of pain and pleasure that she licks up. He's covered in marks that she gave him and that only amplifies things for her.

Teor is gentle and prepares him, but it's still not enough for when he gets split open on the paladin's massive barbed cock. Teor has always thought the man was pretty and is very happy to tell him that as he's fucked into, getting just harder and deeper and Wick is crying out in between moans and spend is dripping out of him.

Thaisha, on the other hand, isn't gentle. She's part of the group that's wanted to knock him down a peg. She's happy to have him screaming out as she roughly fucks him and bringing him to climax until he can't think and is too blissed out to let out coherent sentences. Does force him to ride her until he can't do so. The switch flips when it's time for aftercare though.

Occtis, on account of his own situation, makes use of his long and dexterous fingers to stuff Wick while he's doing his own studies. Just him writing with one hand, the other inside Wick who's splayed over his lap, maybe a Mage Hand petting his hair or filling his mouth.

Julien wants to defile him and gets off on being a member of a Vassal House dominating one from the Sundered Houses. Makes sure Wick knows why he has his reputation. He makes Wick choke on his cock before harshly fucking him, repeatedly calling him a needy slut and tugging at his hair.

Murray and Azune tagteam him. Murray is very happy to have two pretty men worship her and to see her boy gently fuck Wick as he pleasures her. Azune is very attentive to their wants while Murray guides him a bit, acting as a second pair of eyes. Eventually it leads to Wick being split open by Azune and Murray with the help of a toy or magic.

Bolaire conjures a glass dildo and restrains Wick a bit, enjoying watching him squirm and seeing the tears stream down his face. He's happy to give praise and coo degradingly each time Wick begs for more, and he's ready to give it.

Hal, like with the rest of his boys, is very loving but also a bit of a stern hand. He's very happy to give Wick what he needs and stretch him open on his knot, pressing kisses to his skin and working on keeping him still and telling him little praises. It's Hal's job to keep him satiated and his anxiety away, so if that does mean some cockwarming while he works, then so be it.

Vaelus doesn't know him well, but wants to, especially due to his heritage, so she makes a little game out of it. She forces out answers between the beautiful little noises he makes, and will deny him if he can't. She's calm compared to the others, and it makes him want to please her more.

Kattigan fucks him like an animal, Wick on his hands and knees and being forced back and forth, eyes rolling back until Kattigan's own knees give out. Then Wick is forced to bounce on the ranger's cock and not allowed to touch himself, bites on his shoulders and being told how well he's doing and how good he feels and generally making a mess of himself.

Thimble is incredibly happy to throw him around and try out her newfound strength and toys she wasn't able to use as a small fairy. She holds him down against the bed and laughs at how gone he is, working him over with a plethora of toys and using him as a vessel to try out her own new features and size until she's satisfied.

-always on her Wick bullshit, taper anon (and a reminder to drink water and have a snack)

Hey y'all come get your snacks and extremely through wick bs. :) I don't even have anything to add to that!

He thinks he’s gonna be slick and hit her when she gets big-mode and is a little slower to dodge. He forgot she has 19 strength now and can pick him up and throw him.

-🐦‍⬛

Whack-a-pixie!

... Oh man and she can get some distance tossing him now..

a) doesn't hurt anymore

b) can crack his back again (the sheer relief is unbelievable)

c) got so hard in the span of five minutes Occtis spent working just on his lower back and isn't sure if he can make it to the end of his upper back without coming or crying from how hard he is

He might show Occtis that his training actually works and he is stronger than before (aka Occtis rides him, but the actual movement is almost all from Wickander's part. He can spoil their wizard a bit, and he wants to show him how strong he actually can be if he wants to (Occtis overestimated his own weight, while underestimating Wick's strength and just how horny he is))

-♦️-

Yes, and....

When Julien and Azune are trying to train him, they start with one of them holding onto him, and the other putting pressure on the wings, having him push and then pull, against those hands. (He might get squirmy sitting on someone's lap and being held that tightly)

But as he gets stronger they need something else that still won't damage the feathers and Julien uses a lot of body-weight exercises so they try having him lay on his back and push his own body up?

But he keeps using his hips so the end up with either one of them sitting on his thighs or they can sit on the floor with him on their lap, legs around their waist and they lay him back on the floor so he's just using his wings and core muscles.

Yes, and for StuffAndThings:

All of the trinkets and things on shelves in Hal’s home are now secured to their spots with museum putty because Wick kept knocking stuff down with his wings, and even though nothing actually broke, it’s best not to tempt fate, eh?

They’re also kinda awkward to sleep with because of their size, especially when sharing a bed with others—even though Hal’s bed is huge—but he’s found though that if he sleeps on his stomach they make quite an excellent blanket, especially on cold nights

xoxo, spin🌀

Wings

Yes, and....

He tries a few times, to find a way to help hold them down, to make them, to make him, more manageable, to make it easier for other people.

Binding them too loosely and they'd fidget, even after a few hours when he'd take it off there would be broken feathers from where they had started to rub the skin raw.

Binding tighter was better for his skin, nothing was raw but the bent feathers never really would straighten again. They would always be weaker there, and prone to breaking later, leaving scratchy bits exposed. And later he would find the bruises on the delicate skin when he was brushing them out later.

Even doing it briefly so he could go home for a bit would make them ache days afterwards, and he'd shy away from having them touched.

Some nights he would lay in bed and think about his bedroom at home.

He'd think about his father.

There would be a phantom pain in his back.

Cause in my mind, they're big. Like really fucking big. Like twice as long as he is tall when fully stretched out sorta big. And he hasn't had them long, he's not used to having these giant things strapped to his back

So I'm picturing him accidentally flexing them or turning a bit too fast and smacking someone in the face. Of course he feels apologetic, everyone else thinks it's funny as fuck (when it's not happening to them of course)

He does however learn he can smack someone for being annoying and usually get away with it if he says sorry and sounds pathetic enough. Usually.

- StuffAndThings

Yes, and I think they have a bit of a mind of their own? Like he tries to keep them tucked down and folded but he gets excited or scared and they're up again. Or he's just stretching them and smack into Julien's face.

He hasn't hit Thimble yet because she's so fast and even though she is Not A Wick Fan she honestly has the most sympathy, and is glad her own wings don't extend so far from her body.

Storm

Sick Hal

Fair warning: this ask is only about the Whump but I'm sure some nice person will pick them up and dust them off....

It was dark and rainy outside Hal's home, but that's not a surprise in Dol-Makjar. Wick stood outside the gate, looking up at the house. There was warm candlelit visible through the windows, so Hal wasn't alone (Hal was rarely alone), either Hero was over for the evening or he had other non-orc visitors.

Wick hurt. He wasn't used to hurting. His whole life things had been arranged for him not to get hurt, and when he had there was always a healer or Lux just moments away. It wasn't something he had ever given much thought to.

He had had the dark hood of his cloak up when he'd been jumped. He was deep in his thoughts and hasn't even noticed he was being followed until a punch to the gut had landed him in a muddy puddle.

It had knocked the breath right out of him, he hasn't even been able to try some of the moves Julien had been insisting on teaching him ("You keep walking around this city alone you're going to need them") or crying out for help.

Rough hands fumbled at his clothes while demanding voices called for coin. They hadn't believed him when he said he didn't carry any, and more blows followed.

The most horrifying part had been when the largest man, a heavy set orc, had grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up out of the mud and slammed him against the stone wall, pushing back the hood to see if his face would make up for the lack of coin.

The moment the dim lantern light caught on the filament tattoos on his face the man had backed off. It's him, the blasted idiot light kid.

They had left then.

Angry tears spilled down Wicks face as he looked at the shadows moving in Hal's house. He hadn't wanted to go home, not wanting to face the scrutiny of admitting he had snuck out after dark. But the thought of entering here, a place he didn't quite belong...

Azune had warmed him what paths not to take. Julien had tried to teach him how to defend himself. How many times had Occits rolled his eyes at something he hadn't known how to do because it had always been done for him.

He knew. He was trying so hard to learn, to fit in, to pull his share. It stung every time a task was taken from him, Occtis stepping in to take notes for Hal (Wick knew his letters!), Azune moving the props from closet to stage (it would have taken Wick more trips, but still!), or Julien kissing his cheek before pulling a knife from his hands to finish cutting the veggies (neater and quicker than Wick would have, each piece the same size to cook evenly, but Wick could have done it!)

Maybe this was something he should handle on his own, then, as his legs gave out, sitting down hard on the ground and leaning against the tree.

-♦️-

Well, to further complicate matters, normally Azune would be spear-heading this sort of thing, but as the boy who also has a 9-5.....

He does wake up early, make sure there is plenty of breakfast for everyone, and the start of soup on the stove. He leaves DETAILED lists for the others, including a schedule of when to check on Hal, and what herbs and such to give him to help the symptoms.

Occtis makes sure to make Hal tea before he heads off to class, gaining a tired little thank you. He knows the bard worries about his voice when he's sick, so keeping him supplied with warm beverages help, as does the extra honey he adds to tempt his sweet tooth.

That leaves Julien and Wick for a disturbing long period of the day on Hal duty.

Wick has never cared for someone a day in his life. He's nervous and worried, he's never seen Hal sick before, and he's also used to the ridge power structure that he grew up in. He certainly remembers being sick, and being tended to by servants and his grandmothers clerics. He supposed his mother was occasionally sick, but all he would know of it was a servant telling him she was unavailable in her chambers. His grandmother was never sick.

He does remember Lioran being sickly when he was young, hearing the whispers and rumors and not being allowed to visit at all. He was so worried about his little brother, that he might be scared and alone with no family there, he would spend most of the day on his knees praying to the Light for his health.

Though one be Sick and in the Dark The Light is ever there For those who Believe in it's Mercy All shall be healed For in the radiance of the Light All shall be made Right

"He's going to be okay, right?" He asks Julien quietly for the twelfth time that morning.

"Of course he is." Julien was so far out of his element here, trying to keep an eye on Hal and sooth an anxious Wick. "It's just a cold..." he repeated, brushing fingers over Hal's temple to check for fever.

Hal's hand reached out for Wick, patting his thigh. "I'm fine.... you are taking good care of me, sweet boys.. come here?"

Wick gratefully scrambled onto the bed next to him, tucking himself against the orc's side, pleased when he felt him relax a bit. It was hard, sometimes, Azune always seem to know what to do, and Julien and Occtis would pick up anything else. Wick felt like he'd spent his entire life being useless, and he didn't like that feeling here, with these people who were starting to feel more like family then those at his own home.

Julien nodded curtly. "I will go check on the soup." It didn't need checking on, but his body was filled with a frantic energy, and for once he was grateful Wick was there, someone who could just be still in a way he could not.

Hal yawned and shifted. "You don't have to stay," he murmured softy after Julien had left, his arm tucking Wick close against his side, eyes already closed again.

"I know," Wick replied softy, biting his lip and then bringing his hand up slowly, touching his forehead with the lightest possible touch. When Hal didn't object, he let his fingers continue the barely there touch down over the bridge of Hal's nose, then one cheek, back to trace his ear and then down his jaw. He'd seen Azune do this once or twice, when Hal had awoken from a particularly a nightmare, and it had seemed to sooth him then, but Wick had never dared try himself.

A warm pride grew inside him as he felt Hal's body relax further pressed against his, carefully repeating the motion unhurriedly.

Hal sighed and pulled Wick close and drifted off to sleep again, letting himself focus on the warmth of the body next to him, and how good those touched felt.