#BUMPING MICS

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Vessel bumping into his old dance partner.

O2 Universum November 15th, 2024

(Source - the wonderful luvvettel)

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the things ekky has done or said that i cant stop thinking about. the 4 minute cut.

[rickybaby]

visacashapprb: team fist bumps 👊

[citricjoy]

whatever you say babygirl 🤩 !!!

[rockeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

happy pride :3

[akkivee]

very!!!! thankful for the 9th live!!!!

[hakogyi]

turn it up yo!

[mokagachas]

recorded my rolling session and tried to cut it up to be somewhat watchable ^_^

[hypmic-hell]

Translation Diaries (8) - An Honest Man Gentaro

Gentaro's card name is 正直者の真人間. This is multifaceted enough I explained it on the misc. translations doc in some detail, so here's some words borrowed from past me:

- 正直者 means “honest person” and 真人間 means “honest man”, suggesting irony because he’s a serial liar, but he’s telling the truth about the alien

- 真人間 also means “good citizen”, in reference to his sympathy (he pays for Jyushi's food when Jyushi loses his wallet)

- 真人間 literally means “real human”, in reference to how the alien sees humans as prey (or alternatively, how he is human in comparison to his division leader Ramuda)

…but it’s impossible to convey these multiple layers of meaning in English without changing the nuance to some degree. The best a translator can hope for in this case is “honest” does double duty as both “does not lie” and “respectable/good” and forget about that last bit.

[lavinialost]

baby's first podfic / incredibly belated birthday gift for @agent-p-writes!!! featuring: dumb sound effects, questionable quality accents, one (1) farah impression, me eating raisins (don't ask)

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temp as fuck post but 😐 I made a nsft sideblog feel free to ask for it

[oni-1-oni-none]

i don’t think my old dog can see anymore ☹️

[no-144444]

lies and flights- o.piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! Skyf1interviewer! reader

summary: you two have a moment, the moment ends, and so does something else...

part one | part two | part three | part four

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He sighed as he walked into the paddock, cameras all over him as question after question was thrown at him. He answered as many as were appropriate and off he went, signing hats and t-shirts as he went. He had so much to do, so much to get through before qualifying, yet all he could think about was you. He didn’t mean to make it a big deal, he just wanted to take care of you. You’d fainted, for god’s sake. He was worried about you. 

He caught a glimpse of you walking in with Lando as he was filming some random content for one of the sponsor's instagram pages, and his mood sank lower than it already had been. You with Lando. 

It’s not like either of you had confessed, but you’d both felt the chemistry between the two of you, right? He finished up with filming and followed Tom into one of the meeting rooms, ready to look over data, when he (literally) bumped into you, sending you flying. 

“Shit, sorry,” he muttered as he caught you, holding you by the waist. “My bad.”

You smiled. “Saving me two days in a row? You should be a bodyguard instead of a driver,” you chuckled. “Thanks Osc.”

Lando’s jaw dropped when he heard you call him ‘Osc’, and a sense of pride bloomed in his chest. Osc was getting the girl! Lando sent him a quick thumbs up behind your back as he also held the camera. 

“What’re you doing here?” Oscar asked, not yet letting go of you. His hands were so warm, radiating heat through your whole body and making you nervous. You had a love-hate relationship with interactions with Oscar. He made you so nervous, no matter what. Your years of media training and professionalism could get stripped back by one small chuckle, one small smile, making eye contact. It was embarrassing. You liked him so much, which was a separate can of worms itself, and he looked at you the same way he looked at everyone.

“Motorhome tour,” you explained, looking up at him. He could’ve sworn he saw something in your eyes, something that practically asked him to make a move, to kiss you here in front of everyone. Then it was gone just as quickly as it appeared, your professionalism taking precedence over your feelings. “Moving on,” you turned back to the camera as Oscar dropped his hands from your waist, allowing you to move on. “To the driver’s rooms!”

He chuckled as he watched you and Lando run towards the other side of the motorhome, and Oscar started walking again, not unaware of the eyes Tom was giving him. 

“You two seem close,” he smirked. “The shoes aren’t a dealbreaker, no?”

He laughed. “Why does everyone bring up the shoes?!”

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“Congratulations on P3, Judgy McJudgy Pants! How did the race feel?” you questioned. You were doing post-race interviews today, and Oscar had gone from P5 to P3. 

“Yeah, it was difficult but we kept a good pace, Max was just too fast to catch,” he nodded, his eyes staring into yours. 

“I’m glad to hear, are you glad for the race to be over?”

He nodded, chuckling. “Very glad.”

“The heat must be something else in those cars, on top of the regular heat. Does that make getting out of the car a lot more of a relief?” 

“It does, but I was more excited about the interviewer,” he smirked. He was not doing this right now. He was not flirting with you on live television. You got the signal that the interview should end and you let out a quick breath of relief. 

“Well thank you, but I in fact need to interview your fellow podium drivers, thanks for your time.”

Lando walked over, ready to take the mic and he smirked at Oscar. “Getting bold?”

He shrugged with a smile. “What’s the worst she can say?” 

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"Oscar Jack Piastri!" Nicole's voice rang out as he lifted his phone to his ear. "My son flirting with people on live television is not something I want to see."

He chuckled as he mother continued berating him, and they chatted about the race for a while, before he had to go to the airport. When he walked to his door, ready to leave, he wasn't expecting a knock at the door, nor was he expecting it to be you.

"Hey Y/n," he smiled. "How are you?"

"I'm good thank, you?" you were out of breath. Had you ran here?

"I'm great, thanks. Are you alright?"

You came in and closed the door behind you. "What are you playing at?"

"Excuse me?"

"The interviews, the pictures, everything. What are you doing?" you questioned.

"Isn't it obvious?" he chuckled. "I like you, like, like like you. I thought I made that clear?"

You grimaced and his heart sank.

"It's fine if you don't-"

"Oscar, no, just... it's kind of awful timing and we can't be together, right? That would never work, we hate each other, right?" you rationalised, willing him to agree with you.

As much as he wanted to scream and rip his hair out, he nodded, a flat smile on his face. "Exactly, that's why I was just joking."

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God!" you chuckled. "Well, congratulations on the win and I'll see you in Qatar, thanks Osc."

"Bye," he smiled half-heartedly, then flung himself back on his bed when you left. You didn't like him back. And what did you mean by 'bad timing'? He spent his entire flight, awake and wondering about what you meant, and thinking over every interaction, wondering if he'd really just made it all up in his head.

But the way you looked at him, it couldn't just be platonic, right?

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yourusername: @.f1, you've been my home for many years and I love you, thank you for starting my career, but also for being my favourite series of motorsports since I was a little girl. But now @.skysports is branching out and I'm moving across the pond at the end of this season to cover @.Indycar and @.nascar ! I'll miss everyone so much, but I am so so so excited to see that the future will bring! 6 races left! (also sad to be missing the historic season that 2025 will be, but oh well!)

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He stared at his phone in shock.

What. The. Fuck.

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part one | part two | part three | part four

[baka-bakeneko]

The Boys are Mine - Wade Wilson [Deadpool] x Logan Howlett [Wolverine] x Fem! Reader

tags: NSFW, no seriously NSFW, MINORS DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, deadpool and wolverine are friendly, deadpool and wolverine enemies to lovers, movie accurate Logan Howlett attitude, possible throuple vibes, service dom Logan Howlett, submissive Wade Wilson, oral, voyeurism [honda odyssey fucks hard], consensual non consent, blood eating, can we call it knifeplay [?], edging, c*ck appreciation, an*l fingering, inappropes an*l training psa [but like also, neh], wrap it before you tap it psa, double penetration, double cre*mpie, slight aftercare

wc: 4.7k

synopsis: You, Wade and Logan go out to karaoke night to bond further.

a/n: the way logan acts in d&w actually gives me brain scratches, so let's hope i did that logan justice. wade...i've muted you baby

"Did they have Brandy and Monica in your universe?" Wade asked, handing over the spare microphone to Logan.

Somehow, Wade had convinced Logan to join your karaoke night. You were sure it was because the drinks were half-priced, and from how your table looked so far, they were stacking up.

Logan snatched the mic from Wade's hand, beer in his other as he propped himself up from the silver streamer wall.

"Just play the damn song," he grunted, one of the two ways he spoke.

Taking another long swig of his beer, he handed off the glass to you as the intro began.

"Don't worry, I'll be Brandy. Keep up, hot stuff," Wade said before speaking the first line of the song, flipping his imaginary hair.

Logan confusedly stared at the screen, reading off his lines tonelessly. You snickered, taking a sip of Logan's beer before waving your hand at the walking waitress.

"Another round of beer, please," you said when she approached the table, helping her clear your wobbly table. "And I'll take an order of those nachos, too."

The waitress nodded, lifting her full tray of bottles and sidling away. Returning your attention to the boys, you saw Logan's eyes follow the young woman's hips on her way to the bar.

You followed his stare, wanting to ogle too. When you turned back to the boys, Wade and Logan were both looking at you.

"Think it's time we got this straight, sit and talk face to face," Wade and Logan sang, their tones a cacophony of grit.

You laughed at them, mostly Logan as he fumbled through singing without actually singing. Of course Wade tunelessly carried the two of them. Looking between them, you were thoroughly entertained by them.

With another round of beers arriving at your table, thanks to Logan's eye candy, you happily finished off the bottle you were handed and set it down.

Picking up another, you looked back to the boys as they were now standing closer to each other; they were a few seconds from teasingly singing 'not yours, but mine' and actively arguing over a boy they were not sharing.

You reached to grab Logan's wrist, handing over your opened beer for him to be coaxed. He grunted into the mic, pulling his mouth away to take a deep swig while winking at you.

You straightened in your seat, crossing your legs before pulling your skirt to full length. With a cheer, the boys left the stage and Logan dropped his microphone to the floor.

A whine in microphone made everyone in the bar cringe in the direction of the stage; Logan slid next to you, bumping his knee at the table to make it wobble. His arm circled around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

His free hand, calloused and hairy wedged between your thighs and kneaded at your leg; you sucked in a sharp breath, one that sounded squeaky as it went down.

Wade raised his lack of eyebrows, popping open his beer cap before taking a drink. "Jeez, let me get comfortable before the show."

Logan growled, sneered, over at Wade before sliding his hand further up your leg; his fingers padded at the sensitive skin previously tucked under your skirt.

"You're not invited," the grizzled man bit back at Wade before leaning in to kiss your neck.

You hummed, your eyes rolling at the invitation of Logan's stubble brushing against your skin. Still, your legs remained clamped even though Logan's thumb began to tease at the front of your panties.

You breathed out, tilting your head away from Logan's wet lips as they migrated down to lick the meet of your shoulder.

Wade cleared his throat and you snapped your eyes open to look at him. You paused, meeting Wade's gaze. His eyes raked over your body, stopping at Logan's hand wedged under your skirt.

"Wolvie's on the prowl, huh?" Wade smirked, taking a sip of his beer. "You're just caught in a little bear trap, eh Logan?"

Logan snarled off of your shoulder, his teeth bared against your skin. "Shut up."

You giggled at Logan's warm breath against you, his thumb carefully peeling your panties aside to let his fingers tempt your clit. Just as he was close to doing so, the waitress returned and you uncrossed your legs to slide Logan's hand out of your skirt.

The waitress smiled, blissfully unaware of your predicament, and asked if the table wanted anything else. Wade sat back in his chair, casually throwing his arm over the back of it.

"Do you know how to make Pink Panties?" Wade asked innocently, grinning up at her.

You widened your eyes at him with Logan's growl erupting from beside you.

"Wade, leave the nice girl alone," you said, meeting his delighted stare again. "I think we'll take the check."

The waitress nodded and flashed a polite grin, then left the table. You turned your glare to chastising just as Logan curled his arm lower around your waist.

Wade's smile slowly fell, offering a nervous huff at you. "Does this mean I'm uninvited?"

You hid a roll of your eyes, glancing over to Logan who was returning his lips to your neck. "I'd uninvite him."

"You say that every time," you teased, hiding a whine when Logan hit a soft spot. "But you still eat him up."

"And I appreciate the enthusiasm." Wade smirked over at Logan, now ignoring Wade as his hand returned between your legs.

You sat back with a deep sigh, allowing Logan's rough hand to run up your thigh again. "Your invitation is golden, Wade."

Logan gruffed against your shoulder, biting tenderly at your skin before looking at the man across the table. "Whatever she says, goes."

"Score," Wade muttered, taking a final sip of his beer. "One last song for the road?"

-

You sat in the middle seat of the Odyssey, your face in Logan's hands as Wade sat patiently beside you. Even with Logan's lips at your ear, trailing down with soft wisps of his breath against your skin, you were distracted with Wade's equally calloused palm rubbing at your inside thigh to pry them open.

You were selfish in that instant, the conduit for both men to express their frustrated tension with one another. Tilting your chin in Logan's direction, your hand went for Wade's wrist and guided him further to touch you.

Though you felt the leader of this tryst, you both paused at Logan's growl. He parted from your neck, glancing over to Wade's hand managing up your skirt like he had in the bar.

Leaning into your ear, Logan grinned with a specific grit that metered his dominant cruelty.

"Did I say he could touch your pussy?"

You froze, a warmth cracking from the middle of your stomach as your pussy clenched in response. Logan's gruff voice was perfect for commands, even without raising his voice.

"Aww, come on Logan, it's not that ser-" Wade started but Logan forced your knees shut with his hand.

He cut his glare from you to stare at Wade, who effectively shut up and licked his lips. Looking back at you, Logan ran a careful finger down your jaw then across your collarbone.

You patiently waited, holding your attention to his emboldened gaze. His smirk remained, his hand finding its way into your shirt and kneading at your breast.

"You know to ask permission," he said to you, then Wade. "Before you start playing together."

You exhaled shakily, your mouth opened and awaiting his next kiss. Logan teased at you, his top lip brushing against yours before pulling away.

He watched you trail after him wantonly, his own stomach flipping in delight.

"Please," you whispered, eyes half-drawn to stare at your boyfriend.

"Please what?" He repeated as Wade leaned after you to peck your neck.

"Please," you started again, looking to Wade resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Can I play with her pussy?" Wade asked, the words salacious and polite at once.

Logan bit into his growing smile, raking your body and taking in Wade peeling your skirt up to reveal your underwear. He stiffened, looking back to the two of you before hatching an idea.

"Come here, sweetheart," Logan ordered gently, pulling you into the backseat just in front of him.

The two of you shared the seat, your butt backed between Logan's legs as he implied you rested against him. He caught your jaw in his hand and kissed you again, his free hand spreading your legs apart as your skirt was wedged up your waist.

"Wade," he barked softly, his fingers hooking at the front of your panties and pulling them harshly against your clit. "Come taste."

Wade's eyes widened eagerly as your chest heaved in anticipation.

Logan chuckled down at you, his mouth before your nose as he spat out: "Pitiful."

Logan threaded your panties down and back up your pussy, his knuckle sliding against you as you grew wetter. Wade laid himself out over the reclined middle seat, pulling himself between your legs to marvel at the sight.

He looked up at you, his eyes barely cutting to look at Logan. Wade offered a timid stripe to your clothed pussy, barely lining your lips but drawing out a mew from you.

You tilted your head back against Logan's shoulder, your hips rolling against him. Logan pressed his grit teeth to your ear.

"Look at Wade and tell him to eat it," he ordered, prompting you to pull your head up and look at him.

His eyes were dark with a new sense of want; Logan yanked at your panties, tugging them off of your hips before offering them to Wade.

"Pull them off of her, easy." Logan said, his gaze softening at Wade.

Wade, surprisingly mute, did as he was told tugging them off of your legs with his teeth. You whined, wanting to do Logan a service.

Turning to meet Wade's eyes, you were egged on by his stare. One of an eager man ready to please. You gulped, spreading your legs a bit further to allow Wade a better view at your pussy.

"Eat my pussy, Wade," you managed with minimal whining.

Wade exhaled dreamliy. "Yes ma'am. Sir."

He raised his brows to Logan then carefully found his way back to your pussy; he licked again, drawing your wet up to your clit before suckling carefully. You drew a knee up, ready to back him off your sensitive nub, but Logan caught your leg, opening you even further and making you more vulnerable.

After he was done suckling, Wade moved down to slurp in your juices, nosing into you before slipping his tongue into you. You melted against Logan, crying out as your boyfriend held your legs.

"Is he doing a good job?" Logan asked, his tone snarky almost.

"Yes," you gasped, eyes rolling back as Wade continued.

"Why not tell him?" he continued, taking soft grip of your chin to pull you up again.

He directed you to look down at Wade, the bottom of his face smushed into your pussy. Looking up at you, you moaned outwardly then fought against Logan's hold to tilt your head back.

Your noises echoed through the Odyssey, your panting drawing up the heat in the cabin. When you regained a bit of yourself, you met Wade's eyes again.

"Tell him how damn good he is," Logan grit, hissing behind your ear. "Tell him how close you are to coming, baby."

"You're so damn good, Wade. I'm so close." Your eyes fluttered, gaining your voice in a pinch.

You felt Wade chuckle against you, his hand reaching out to rub at your calf. You broke down again, meeting Logan's sultry gaze.

He breathed in your pants, opening his mouth to tempt his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into him as his hand undid your shirt, leaving you open.

Logan reached for your nipples as he kissed you, pinching harshly at you before soothing them with soft touches of his fingers. You were effectively coaxed by his touches, whining further into Logan's mouth.

When he pulled away, you were shocked again by Wade's sucking on your clit.

"Logan," you mewled, close to coming while staring at your boyfriend.

"I'm not doing it," Logan teased, biting at your bottom lip. "Praise Wade like the good boy he is."

Wade moaned at that, which you both acknowledged. You praised Wade while Logan reached to pet at the man's head, taking in a sharp breath.

"That's right, you're a good boy. Make her fucking cum, I know you can," Logan said, his tone giving way to his excitement. "Get her ready for me, get her wetter."

You broke with another moan, your body tightening while keeping Wade's eyes. You piqued, gasping while your pussy contracted on Wade's warm tongue.

Logan ran his hand down your chest, taking a moment to knead at your breast while he soaked in your writhing. He bit at your ear, watching you ride into Wade's tongue.

"Don't stop, Wade. I want her crying," Logan snarled, one hand clamping over your mouth to mute your moans.

You scrambled softly, ready to shut your legs around Wade's head; Wade followed Logan's lead, continuing as you panted and whined, cried and moaned into Logan's hand.

That was until Logan barked for Wade to stop. He sat back with a deep exhale, he licked at his raw lips to clean up your juices. Logan released your mouth, leaving you to catch your breath against his shoulder.

"Come here," Logan coaxed to Wade.

Wade kneeled between your splayed legs, leaning over you to Logan. Without warning, Logan extended his claws into Wade's jaw, allowing blood to seep from his open mouth due to his pierced tongue.

He grit, leaning in to slurp the bright crimson from Wade's lips along with your tart wet. Wade moaned, tempting his tongue out for a kiss though Logan was occupied with licking him clean.

Wade's blood dripped onto your thigh, with Logan taking charge to kiss Wade. He couldn't disguise his growl, still drinking in Wade's red before biting at his bottom lip.

"You want her to return the favor for doing such a good job?" Logan asked, his tone coaxing once again. He licked at Wade's bottom lip, then his jaw before timidly kissing at Wade's ear.

Wade moaned as Logan retracted his claws from his jaw, leaning into the man's voice.

"Yes please," Wade said, surprisingly obedient in the moment.

Logan chuckled darkly, pulling away from Wade; he playfully smacked Wade's burnt cheek.

"Aren't you a little bitch?" Logan snarked, his nose crinkling jokingly.

"Logan," you warned, sitting up slightly.

"He knows I'm kidding, baby. Ain't that right, bub?" Logan asked, leaning in to tease Wade with another kiss.

"Uh-huh," Wade agreed blindly, staring at Logan's lips.

"You heard him." Logan said, edging you off of his shoulder. "Why don't you return the favor?"

-

You switched with Wade, leaving Logan to drive the "bang bus" back to the apartment. From the front seat, Logan directed both of you with snarls and hard glances at the rear view mirror.

"Don't you dare cum yet, Wade," Logan bit out at a red light.

Just as you swirled your tongue around Wade's tip, his precum mixing with your saliva.

He whimpered, his hands tightening to fists over the back of the seat. Logan glanced back at you two, catching a peek of your bare pussy while you draped over Wade's waist.

"Do that thing with your tongue, babe. That thing that drives him crazy." He orchestrated, wringing his hands on the steering wheel before tapping the gas.

"N-no, no, no," Wade pleaded, hissing at your mouth sinking down at him again.

You did as you were told, looking up at Wade as you reversed on his cock and licked heavily at his slit. Wade groaned, rolling his head against his shoulders to pace himself.

"Don't hold back. Keep him edging," Logan grit, changing lanes with another glance back at you. "God, I can't wait to fuck that needy pussy."

You tensed then extended your back, giving Logan more of a show while teasing Wade.

"How you doing, bub?" Logan asked, grinning darkly.

"Hanging by a thread here. I'm gonna explode inside her mouth." Wade said, tightening his fists to not force your head on his cock.

"Oh, you don't wanna do that. Right baby?" Logan ridiculed with a smack of his teeth. "You want him to cum in your ass, don't you?"

You hummed in agreement, pulling off of Wade's cock to grin at him. "I want you both to stuff me."

Wade's eyes widened in concern, his lack of brows knitting together. "That's really hot, it is, but I'm gonna bust if you keep sucking."

Glancing over to Logan in the rearview, Wade felt a chill run down his back.

"Keep sucking, baby. Show some restraint, Wade."

You hummed as Wade groaned, awaiting release.

-

As you opened the front door to Logan's apartment, Logan kissed Wade's temple.

"Be happy, good boy. You made it home," Logan teased, spanking Wade's ass. "And without a mess."

Logan moved past him to you, giving you a spank as well. "You on the other hand..."

You trilled, walking in with Logan following eagerly. Meanwhile Wade trailed behind, practically run down. Logan scooped you up over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom with Wade following.

"Don't be so glum, Wade. You're such a good boy," you said sweetly, holding your chin in your hand. "I know you can last all night."

"You might be giving him too much credit. Especially between your pussy and mouth." Logan looked behind him at Wade, noticing him holding his rock-hard cock through his jeans. "We'll see how he lasts with that tight ass of yours."

Logan grabbed a handful of your ass, kneaded at the plushy feel of it before edging his finger to your pussy. You were enlivened by Logan's touch, straightening your back to allow him further.

"You wanna go first since you're gonna pout?" Logan asked, pushing open the bedroom door and casually tossing you onto the bed. "Honey, roll onto your stomach and give Wade what he wants."

"I'm not pouting," Wade said, releasing his cock and holding a hand out at you, holding you in place. "I just...god, I'm gonna fucking explode."

Logan chuckled, grabbing onto the front of Wade's shirt to pull him close. "And you think I'm not? I've been watching you two have all the fun, when's my fucking turn?"

Wade snarled softly at Logan. "Really? I'm surprised you're not getting off by bossing us around. Fuck toys to get you off your ego."

You sat up on your elbows, staring at the two men sneering at one another.

"Oh yeah?" Logan taunted, undoing his pants to reveal his cock fully at attention. His tip was leaking precum, his shaft strained with veins. "Getting off my ego huh? I'm gonna bust as soon as I fuck our girl."

You bit your lip, shifting your knees apart while they kept arguing.

Wade offered to undo his pants as well, participating in the dick measuring contest. His cock looked similar to Logan's, though more decorated with hardened burns revealing muscle. His tip was reddened from over-stimulation, twitching while trying to withhold his latent release.

"You think I won't? I'm gonna cum as soon as I hit the bed." Wade offered.

You tilted your head at the two of them, waiting for one of them to pounce on the other. You were the final act, but they were the mid-climax.

Wade leaned in to touch Logan's cock, earning his growling hiss. "Fuck, your cock is huge."

"Why don't you suck it?" you joked peeling off your shirt before unzipping your skirt.

"I don't think I can get my mouth around it," Wade said, taking a timid stroke of Logan's cock. "You have my praises."

You raised a brow at him, sitting up fully to watch your men play with each other. Wade admired Logan's length as Logan mildly kissed at Wade's jaw, then his neck as his hand gripped at Wade's shoulder.

The more Wade stroked, the heavier Logan's kisses got before he met Wade's burnt lips in a tepid kiss. You were touched that Logan finally gave in to kissing Wade without stabbing, but that was short lived as his claws punctured Wade's side.

Wade grunted into Logan's mouth, biting away to pause stroking. Logan bit into Wade's bottom lip, hard enough to make him bleed from there too.

You shook your head as Wade's blood oozed under his shirt and into his jeans, no doubt leaving a puddle when they would be done. Stretching out on the bed, you propped yourself up against the pillows and took in the show.

"Babe," you addressed Logan. He tilted his head slightly in your direction without meeting your eyes. "Why don't you touch Wade's cock?"

"Yeah, touch it, big boy," Wade teased, coughing up a bit of blood into Logan's mouth. "I promise not to cum in your hand."

"You better not," Logan hissed as his unclawed hand drifted down Wade's front to touch his cock.

He gave Wade a lax stroke, one that made Wade shiver before backing his hips away. Logan laughed mirthlessly at Wade's closeness.

"Now who's a good boy?" You asked, spreading your legs out to coax the men in your direction.

"Don't patronize me, sweetheart."

You sat up further, shifting a pillow out of the way for further use. "Come on, boys. We're not playing anymore."

Logan quickly unsheathed his claws from Wade's side, stashing them in his knuckles and wiping away his blood. "Don't have to tell me twice."

Logan dove into bed, quickly undressing before taking you in his arms. He turned you over onto him, leaving you to press your knees on the bed and line up over his cock.

You worked your hips over his tip, watching his face devolve quickly from hardened to pitiful. Reaching behind you, you guided Logan's cock into your pussy with a loud groan to the ceiling.

"Holy fuck," Wade whispered from the foot of the bed. "I forget how hot you two are."

You smirked, leaning down to kiss Logan; you tasted Wade's blood, the tart remnants of your pussy in the umami of his saliva. Logan's hands roamed down your sides, growling hungrily into your mouth before grabbing thick handfuls of your ass.

He massaged at your thighs and cheeks, slowly working you soft before gliding two fingers into your asshole.

"Wade," Logan tempted, spreading your cheek open while he fingered your hole. "We're waiting for you."

"Fuuuuuck," Wade groaned as your pussy clenched around Logan's hardened length.

He undressed at the foot of the bed then kneeled onto the bed after you two. Ready to guide his cock into you, Wade watched as you started a soft pace on Logan's cock while his fingers pushed in and out of you.

You moaned down at Logan, hissing at the stretch of his fingers as they worked in and out of you. His cock pressed in fully, stretching you at the same time.

"Spit," Logan ordered from underneath you at Wade. He carefully removed his fingers and held them out to him.

Wade lingered a long dribble of spit on Logan's fingers; Logan turned his fingers back to your hole, softening your rim with a few flexes. He slipped them back in, pushing further before ordering Wade to grab the lube from the bedside drawer.

He reached quickly for the bottle, popping the top and coating his cock with a long line of clear lube. Wade tenderly worked his aching cock then dripped more lube over Logan's fingers and your ass.

You whined, leaning into both instances of Logan taking over. Your eyes fluttered, backing into his fingers before meeting his cock thrusting into you.

Logan retracted his fingers again, spreading your worked ass open for Wade to join. "Be gentle."

Wade nodded eagerly, lining his tip to your ass before popping past your rim. The three of you shared a deep sigh of euphoric relief, with both of their tips colliding between your walls.

You broke and collapsed against Logan, raising your ass to participate though your heart was racing. Your arms curled around Logan's neck, prompting him to hold you up as he tucked his face to your neck.

You moaned into his ear, feeling Wade begin to thrust before pausing to catch his breath.

"I-I can't last," Wade whimpered, holding your hips still while Logan kept you moving on his length.

He tilted his head back to catch his breath, but Logan clicked his tongue to catch Wade's attention.

"Hey, eyes on me Wade," Logan coaxed, raising his head to free your face. "Look at us."

Wade shook his head, half-blinking as your ass clenched warmly around his length.

"Baby, make him feel better," Logan ordered softly to you, peeling you off of him.

You mewed, raising up on your knees and reaching back to drape your arm over Wade's neck. You pulled Wade's hand around to your clit, his other hand taking grip of your breast.

"This isn't helping," Wade strained in shallow gulps.

"I know, I know," you whined, allowing Wade to rest his chin to your shoulder.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking tight," Wade praised, practically holding his breath while holding you still on him.

It didn't help though, as Logan continued easing your hips up and down. He stared up at the two of you, eyes raking up and down your conjoined bodies.

He hissed, throwing his head back as his fingers gripped harshly into your thighs. At the same time, you heard the distinct shink of his claws emerging.

You glanced down at his hands, noticed how narrowly his claws missed you; however, they were planted into Wade's thighs. Looking up at Wade, you saw him straining with his bottom lip between his teeth.

"God, come on, baby. I need you to cum right now," Logan ordered, nodding his chin to Wade. "Scrub her clit 'til she cries."

Wade struggled to stay coherent, but did as told; working your clit in circles, you reached a hand out to brace Logan's stomach just as they met against your walls again.

You seethed, hiking up on your knees to avoid the feeling but were caught by Wade's arm tightening around you. He kissed at your neck, his dull fingernails scraping against your stomach.

Finally, you came, pausing between the two of them as your whole body throbbed in stimulation. Wade came instantly, releasing a heavy pant over your shoulder as he thrust into your ass with finality and filled you.

Logan waited out your pulsing walls, enjoying the waves of euphoria over his straining cock, then thrusted into you and came directly against your cervix.

You collapsed against Logan, catching your breath over his chest. Wade planted a foot out to the floor, slowly pulling out of you to witness your dripping ass. His cum slithered forward to your pussy, coating Logan's cock.

He shifted slowly next to Logan, lying down on the bed with enough space for you to lie down between. Logan pulled out of you, shifting you onto the bed before getting up.

He kissed your forehead and left the bedroom in silence. Wade sat up on his elbow, leaning over to kiss your temple. Logan returned, tossing a water bottle at Wade while his cock swang freely between his legs.

Kneeling onto the bed, Logan offered a cool water bottle to your forehead before reaching between your legs to clean you up. After he was done, Logan shut off the overhead light then climbed into bed.

"Go home, Wade," Logan bit out, opening his arm for you to cuddle into his side.

Wade cuddled against Logan's other side, wrapping his arms around the man's bicep before hitching a leg over Logan's waist.

"You big lug, gimme a kiss." Wade teased, leaning in to kiss the corner of Logan's mouth.

From under the comforter, you heard Logan's claws sheath themselves in Wade's thigh and you scoffed in disbelief.

"I am not cleaning the sheets," you muttered, drifting off to sleep.

"Don't worry, he will in the morning." Logan offered.

[enwoso]

POST MATCH — alessia russo x child!reader

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alessia and the rest of the lionesses had done their rounds of the pitch signing things, taking photos. you alongside your mummy the entire time as you were clad in your little england shirt which was now underneath a t-shirt the whole team was wearing saying you were heading for switzerland next year.

you however had been having a lot more fun with the black sharpie you had been given to sign something for a fan but instead had run off with it afterwards, instead having fun drawing on the shoulder of your mummys top as she carried you down the sideline but also chasing ella up and down the touchline.

ella having black lines covering the bottom of her shirt as you chased her with loud giggles coming from you each time you managed to successfully draw on ella's shirt, your mummy just dissmissing the whole thing with a shake of the head, you were having fun so why would she tell you to stop.

you were now being led by your mummy down the tunnel and into a room with a long table and lots of people stood in front with books as they looked on towards the table, "tiny which one do you want? this one or that one?" your mummy asked you as she pointed between the two seats in front of the table.

you pointed to the one on the left as your mummy nodded lifting you onto the seat before taking her seat on the right of you. one of the england staff memebrs off to the side handing alessia a bottle of water as alessia greets the journalists.

"tiny, we good to go?" the england staff member asks you as you nod very slowly, before the staff member gestures for the first question to be asked.

"hi alessia. congratulations on the great game, how are you feeling after that one? has it sunk in what you have achieved"

alessia smiling on as you looked around cluelessly to what was going on, most likely wondering who on earth these people were on the other side of the table but also where had they came from as you sat on the side of you chair as the question was being asked.

"hiya, um no not really. obviously there has been a few weeks inbetween games. they were obviously big games for us and it's always nice to win in front of a home crowd. i don't think it'll really sink into until we really start preparing" alessia explained as you played with your elephant stuffed teddy in your lap, along with you arm being full of colourful friendship bracelets that fans had given you.

"it's such a special occasion to qualify and to be able to celebrate in front of a sold out crowd it special and something that never grows old. but now this is where the hard work starts" alessia continued but moving an arm out to hold you as you began to climb up onto the top of the table.

"talking about celebrating with the fans, your obviously celebrating with your family. what is it like to be able to share these moments and celebrate with your family?" another journalist asked as a big grin came across alessia's face at the mention of her family, the blonde being a big home girl.

"yeah, it's been incredible. the journey has been best thing in the world and to have my own little world crawling around-" alessia stops to let out a laugh some of the journalists joining in as she gestured over to you as you were crawling along the table top with you elephant, bumping the other microphone with your tiny feet.

"no, but having her by my side is honestly the best thing ever. she keeps everything happy for me. and being able to go off the field to her is pretty special no matter if the team wins or lose or draw" alessia talked out as you were in your own little world, sitting on the table top — your little elephant teddy tucked udder you arm as you tapped the mic on your side of the table.

tapping away and moving the muff that had been placed on top of it. as you moved back to sit proudly on top of the table, looking out at the sea of faces in front of you.

"and im pretty lucky to have my parents and my brothers by my side for when i need them and yeah it's been a pretty special few weeks" alessia smiled softly before moving her arm out to lift you up from the table seeing as you were just fidgeting on with the muff of the microphone.

your mummy moving you more into the middle of the table but closer to her, as you picked up your elephant teddy sitting it in your lap as you carried on the sit on the table crossed legged.

alessia carrying on to answer questions about the team performance as you moved immediately from where your mummy had sat you to play with the microphone on the other side of the table. you with your back to the sea of faves as alessia held a hand in your knee to stop you falling just in case of you did. as you danced your elephant teddy on top of the microphone making your own fun out of anything.

the interview finally coming to and end after what felt like forever, your energy levels had dropped after being in such a low vibed room. your mummy getting up from her seat, "can you say thank you to everyone lovie?" she asked.

you beginning to take the t-shirt off from over your little jersey, as you looked at everyone in the room mumbling your thank you which the small microphone in front of you was just about to pick up you saying.

your mummy beginning to lift you up out the seat as the next player was coming in for their post match interview which so happened to be ella.

"no no" you mumbled as you struggled to get the t-shirt off the top of your head. your mummy trying to place your arm back in the arm hole as you shook your head.

"no i no wan it on-" you whined as mummy quickly nodded and lifted the shirt off your head to reveal your white england jersey a big number 23 in the middle of the shirt.

you began to pick up your little brackets as ella walked in taking the seat your mummy had just been in. "say bye bye" your mummy smiled as she moved the microphone closer to you.

"bye bye" you smiled proudly into the microphone, as the room lit up with your infectious energy as awh could be heard around the room from your sweet little accent.

"bye tiny!" ella called out as she waved at you beginning to climb down from the chair but you were clearly on in a hurry as you lifted up the bracelet you had in your hand to show ella. a gasp coming from the girl before you dumped the crackers back on the table top.

"c'mon lovie it's tooney's turn!" your mummy said quickly grabbing the bracelets and you as she began to carry you out the room.

"bye tiny" ella smiled once again as alessia moved towards the exit, your say another bye in your grumpy voice. upset you were leaving you had been having fun for the past few minutes sitting on top of a table very proudly.

ella let out a loud laugh as she watched as alessia exited the room, imitating your bye in a similar tone of voice before getting herself settled back in the seat.

"sorry i'm not as cute as her!"