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angelltheninth · 2 days ago

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Do you think the Arcane lesbians tie their hair back when eating out?

Ya'll really trying to make me go feral with these eh?

Pairing: Vi, Caitlyn, Maddie, Sevika, Ambessa x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, hair-pulling, teasing, biting, being pinned down, praise, clit slapping

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A/N: As far as I know Ambessa is a bisexual queen so I'm putting her in here.

Vi ran her hand through her buzzcut and sighed. "I mean, I can tie my hair back but I don't really see the point. It's just on the one side of my face, and my back." She shrugged as she leaned further down between your legs. "It doesn't bother me. What about you?"

"Not really. I thought you might wanna do it so I can see your eyes more clearly. Your hair has been getting a bit longer lately. Might need a haircut some time soon." You hooked your legs around Vi's shoulders and sighed heavily as her tongue prodded against your entrance.

As she licked into you your hands ran through her hair, seeing her point as your hands were enough to hold her hair back. She didn't need a hair tie. She looked perfect just like this, between your legs, about to eat you out like you were her last meal.

"If you wanna keep looking at me better keep those hands in place, sweet stuff." Her teasing words made you moan and tighten your grip. You didn't want her to stop, so you would do as you were told.

With your hands and your legs keeping her in pace Vi moved her tongue through your wet folds, savoring your sweet taste and the ever present tug you gave against her scalp every time her tongue played with your clit. The real reason why she enjoyed it is because she didn't mind the pain, when it mixed with pleasure.

If Caitlyn ties her hair back when you two have sex then you know she feels like giving rather than receiving that night. As soon as you saw her do it you knew you were for a really long night. "What are you smiling like that for darling?" Caitlyn asked as she leaned in for a kiss.

With a smirk and not breaking the kiss you pulled her on top of you and cupper her cheeks. "You know why. You tied your hair back. Just seeing you do that gets me wet." Caitlyn's eyebrows furrowed and she tilted her head. Her hands cupped over yours before she pushed them to your sides and kissed down your body. It seemed to make her conflicted that you knew what she was gonna do.

"Am I that predictable? Should I do something to spice things up?" There was something dangerous in her eyes as she asked. "Since you can see what I do, perhaps a nice blindfold, to keep you guessing."

"I-I wouldn't be opposed to that." You spread your legs open further and moved your panties to the side. "What else do you wanna do to me?"

Caitlyn looked up at you right as her tongue pressed against your clit and stayed there. She pulled away after a few seconds. "I'm sure I can think of a few things. After I make you come." You couldn't think of anything either as Caitlyn started mercilessly licking at your clit.

Maddie always wore her hair tied back except for when she was sleeping or taking a shower. It was no different when she was between your legs. Other might argue she's silly when she ties her hair back like that but they don't know how much easier it makes it to please her favorite girl.

"Do you not like it? You always said my ponytail was pretty cute. What changed?" The look on her face was an almost rejected pout.

"Nothing." You laughed at the idea that she thought you were rejecting her sense of style. "I love how you look with your hair tied up. Makes you look so damn cute. when you're under me like this."

In retaliation of you calling her cute Maddie bit your inner thigh, pretty hard too, which made you exhale sharply and brace yourself against the headboard of the bed. "Don't go calling me cute while I'm making you come all over my face." The fact that you were above her, pussy dripping on her wasn't enough to make her blush, but your praise sure did.

"Aww, but you are cute. My cute, sweet girl. Being so good for me right now yeah?" As if it could help her Maddie pressed her face between your legs again, her tongue licking at double speed. "See, you're going so good. Of course you are, using your tongue just the way I want you to."

"Sweetheart, fuck, hold on, stop for a moment." Sevika moved away from you, her chin dripping with your pussy juices. You groaned, tried to pull her back but she pushed you back. "I said hold on. I'm just getting something real quick. I'll be right back."

You licked your lips as you watched her make her way to one of the drawers. To your disappointment it wasn't the one where she kept her strap, but she did pull out a hair tie. The disappointment may have been on your face for a split second but Sevika saw it and it made her grin even wider.

"Don't look so let down. I'm about to eat your sweet cunt until you pass out. Now lay back and wait until I get this thing on." It was a bit of a challenge to do with one hand. You saw her struggle with it before.

You sighed and gave her a bit of encouragement. "I can do that for you. I'm really good with my fingers." You waived at her with one hand while cupping your pussy with the other. "So I've been told anyway."

Sevika's eyes widened when she saw your slick dripping onto the sheets. "Hey, hands off what's mine. You're being a real brat right now." She fumbled with the hair tie a few more times before she managed to get it on. Her hand grabbed your wrist. "Mine." She growled possessively as she pushed her tongue into your pussyhole.

Ambessa never ties her hair back unless she's on the battlefield. She has no reason to tie her hair when she's in bed with you, pinning you down by the hips and absolutely feasting, licking and sucking on your clit and keeping your pussy lips parted so she can see your hole clench around nothing.

"More, please, please, I want you inside." You begged, your voice strained as you tried to push her face further down.

"Hm, brave tonight. Aren't you, pet? Thinking you can order me around, grabbing my hair like that. Was I away for too long that you forgot yourself?" She pulled away, her rough palm delivering a hard slap on your clit. Then another, and another until you were a crying, drooling mess. "Behave yourself."

Unfortunately, or fortunately, you couldn't do that. Your nails dug into her hair further and you saw her roll her eyes. "I'm sorry. I missed you so much, I promise I'll behave next time. Just... please..."

"Fine, fine." Ambessa reached over to the nightstand and pulled her hair back into a bun. It wasn't nearly as neat as she usually wore it but she was in a hurry. "I'll spend all night reminding your body of who it belongs to." The look she gave you then was similar to how you saw her look at her targets across the battlefield, dark, cocky, a little amused, and very determined.

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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 2 days ago

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That’s Not What Friends Do (part 2)

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: none, this is so short I’m so sorry I just don’t have the motivation to finish this ugh..

part 1

As soon as the Brazilian GP was over, you were overcome with guilt for not being there for Lando. You already knew how it would look like after an unsuccessful race, he would shift all the blame to himself and that failure would eat him up for days.

You couldn't help but wonder if anything would have been different if you had gone to Brazil with him. Probably not, but at least you could have given him the comfort he so desperately needed right then and there. And that's why as soon as he returned home, you immediately found yourself knocking on the door of his apartment in Monaco.

"Hey, Lan" You gave him a soft smile looking straight into his eyes when he opened the door.

He smiled weakly back at you, saying nothing. He didn't even need to say anything because you could see the sadness in his sleepless eyes, so you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight and comforting hug.

"What took you so long?" He whispered as he buried his head in your neck, holding his arms tightly around your waist.

"I'm sorry, I came as soon as I could" You said gently caressing the back of his head.

The evening went by with you trying to talk to him about it, but he wasn't in the mood for it. He just wanted to take his mind off what was, for him, a tough defeat and enjoy your company, so you didn't push it.

You ordered food, had dinner, and then turned on a movie. Everyone was on their own end of the couch, Lando was lying on the elongated part, and you were sitting a little further away from him.

As the movie went on, you kept adjusting your position because it became uncomfortable for you to keep sitting.

"What's wrong?" Lando asked when you let out a deep sigh. "Are you getting bored with the movie?"

"No, but my back is starting to hurt." You stretch as you say.

"Come here" He extends his arm, signaling you to come lie down next to him.

"It's okay, don't worry" You want to. So much. But you know you shouldn't.

"Come" He insists.

You sigh, but move over to him anyway, resting your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you. The movie continues, but Lando completely shifts his focus from the movie to you. Lucky for him, you don't see his gaze drop down to you as you lie curled up next to him, but you definitely feel his fingers gently playing with your hair. You just hope that the butterflies you feel in your stomach don't jump out and give you away.

"Are you okay, Lan?" You ask looking up at him.

He smiles at you and places his hand on your cheek. "I'm better now"

You blush at his gesture, thinking to yourself this is not what friends do. Lando was almost certain he was going to kiss you tonight. This was the perfect opportunity with you on him like this, with you pressed tightly against him and in his arms. Everything was leading to that.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be with you for the weekend. I was really busy finishing up the project I'd been working on."

"Were you really?" He asked with a hint of suspicion.

"Of course I was. I don't understand why do you think I would lie to you?”

"I don't know." He shrugs. "Maybe you wanted to be with your date that you still haven't told me about." The butterflies in your stomach fly away as soon as he mentions the date.

At that very moment, so late at night, your phone, which was next to you on the couch, rang and the screen displayed Charles' name and surname and seeing that, Lando's heart dropped.

"Charles Leclerc? You're fucking Charles Leclerc?"

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mocchii-writes · 15 hours ago

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Hiiii! Could you do a Thanos x reader where the reader has a really shitty ex who’s in the games and is being cruel to her and Thanos just straight up wipes the floor with him?

Bonus points if he also gets him eliminated in the next game haha

In the Storm, I Stay Clear

Paring: Choi Su-bong (Thanos) x fem!reader

Summary: After your ex is unfortunately in the games, but Thanos doesn't hesitate to do you a favor.

Words: uhh a few

Warnings: Swearing, bullying :<

A/n: Grr, I know this is short, but I have a lot of req rn. I'm sorry ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You really thought your day couldn't get any worse. You were practically kidnapped, stripped of your belongings, and thrown into a concrete cage with hundreds of other people. But luck had decided to leave you in the dust, apparently. You had survived the Six-Legged Pentathalon with little to no struggle, though it was totally jarring. You're trying to relax when you hear a chilling sound.

"I didn't know there was a rat problem here. Though I wouldn't put it past this place." It calls. You freeze. Why was your ex here? Your mind flows a tsunami of thoughts through you before you organize them and respond.

"Get lost, I don't want to talk to you." You think it seems direct enough that he'll scoff and leave, but that's really your mistake.

"Why so aggressive? The past is the past! C'mon, ease up!" By now, he's walked around to look at you. You simply continue eating your food, easily ignoring what he says and sniffling a laugh. "Hey!" He snaps, dropping his cocky demeanor. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

You can't catch yourself when you let your guard down for a second. He swipes his hand across your tray, knocking the food down and onto the floor. It rattles with a loud clank that turns eyes to you two. He smirks and looks back at you.

"This isn't over, bitch. Do you think you can just run away from your problems?" He steps closer, lowering his voice as you keep your face stone. "I'll make sure you know what it feels to be hurt." He says. It's a stupid threat. It's much too vague to be taken seriously, and he looks really dumb at this angle. You snicker at him, which is a mistake, apparently.

You hear the gasps before the stinging on your face, but you're not surprised. He winds up to slap you again, but he's jerked by something. You finally lift your head back up to see him, but it's not him you see.

It was Thanos, though that's probably not his name. He had made himself quite popular, and you wouldn't deny the fact he had the face for fame. He's holding your ex by the collar, pulling him to look at his face. He mutters something you can't hear, and swiftly lands a punch straight to his jaw.

Unsurprisingly, your ex stumbles to the ground, rubbing his jaw as he starts to get up. He's stopped, though, by a hard kick to his gut. He groans in pain as Thanos stomps onto his hand. Thanos pulls him back up.

"You clearly never learned how to treat women, no?" He says lowly, the boy shaking his head quickly, muttering apologies. "Don't apologize to me, bitch." Thanos twists your ex's shoulders around and you're face to face with him again, only this time he's pathetic.

"I'm... sorry..." He whispers, looking down at his hands, bruising quickly. This was a sight you would surely never forget. You smile, tilting your head.

"I can't hear you." You coo, laughing at his state as he mutters another louder apology. Thanos throws him back to the ground before fixing his hair and approaching you.

"Senorita, you know I'd never treat you like that if you were mine, yeah?" He says, looking at you with a new tint in his eyes.

"I admire your effort, but you gotta give it a moment." You smile, bringing your hands to his forearms. "Thank you." You say, quieter. You can tell his attitude softens, though you're unsure what shows it. His eyes remain confident, and he nods at you, smiling.

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Mingle? It sounded simple enough to you, but that's not in practice. You haven't made a lot of friends here, so you'll have to hope for a pity party or a desperate group. You're jerked out of your thoughts by the circular platform you're standing on suddenly begining to spin. Eerily cheerful children's music begins to echo through the area, and a number is called out.

"Five."

Well, that's four too many, as your luck would bring it. Seemingly for your ex, too, as he comes running to you immediately. He's got a busted lip, and he's pleading with you about something, but you're not listening, tracking your eyes to search for people.

You feel a hand on your arm pull you backwards, but your ex has a string hand on your arm. You outstretched your arms, turning to look at the person on your other side. To no surprise, it's Thanos. He has 4 people behind him, and they're all looking at you. You try to run, but your ex is really not letting up his grip. Okay, now you're panicking. You glance to the large red clock.

00:08

You're not going to make it unless something is done about your situation you're frozen in. Lucky for you, a kick is heaved to the chest of your ex, sending him backward as you're dragged away before you can process it. The door is quickly sut behind you, and you turn to Thanos, his hand still holding your wrist.

"Thank you." You whisper. He smirks cockily, but you let it slide. He pulls his hand from your wrist to your hand as you hear gunshots echo. One less problem for you, I guess.

Idk if I like this, but it was pretty fun to write ♡

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kikidoul · 8 hours ago

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── CRIMINAL LOVE.

໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა 양정원 x fem! reader content established+secret relationship reader is a detective while jungwon is part of the mafia ᥫ᭡ warning explicit sexual content petnames used fingering pussy eating cum eating edging/orgasm denial . . .!? 1328 — mlist. req

note. uh, i'm not really proud of this but i'm too lazy to rewrite so i'm afraid you have to make do with this... </3 taglist. @tfwbluu

You groaned for the unknown time, stretching your arms above your head as you leaned back in your chair. You’ve spent the past three hours seated by your desk, boring holes at the sheets of papers scattered across your desk. It was a case that could risk or break your chances of getting a promotion—something you’ve been yearning for. Being a detective is not easy, especially when you have criminals who are constantly outsmarting you.

Fuck it, I’m dealing with this tomorrow.

Sighing, you start packing up, filing the papers into a clear folder and shut down your laptop. You were the only one left in the office, leaving you the task of shutting off the lights and air-conditioner before leaving. You headed to the basement where your car was waiting for you and you drove off, returning home.

“...Why are you here?” You deadpanned, standing by the door frame as a familiar figure made himself at home, seated by the dining table with already cooked dishes.

Jungwon flashed you his signature smile, his dimples showing on his round cheeks. “Why not? I got off work early and decided to surprise you. Why? Don’t you miss me?” He batted his eyelashes at you, laughing when you rolled your eyes.

“I miss my peace and quiet. It was great having the whole house to myself. What happened anyway? Didn’t you tell me the mission will last for two weeks?” You asked as you removed your shoes, neatly placing them by the side.

Jungwon rose from his seat, approached you to help in taking your things and placed them on the coffee table. “It finished earlier than we expected and Hyung decided to let us have a short break. But enough about me, how was your day, darling?”

You shot him a glare. “Oh, you know, thanks to a certain someone, I had to stay behind, trying to figure out what his main goal is.”

Humming, he steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your left shoulder, slightly swaying you side to side. “Sounds like you’re under lots of pressure, love. Perhaps you need to destress.”

He coos, hands subtly snaking its way underneath your clothes, tracing the outline of your body. Goosebumps formed on your body when his warm hands touched your skin. You looked over your shoulder, arching an eyebrow.

“And what do you have in mind?” You questioned.

The smirk Jungwon gave you was anything but harmless. His eyes twinkled with mischief, a sly smirk stretching across his face. “I’ve an idea.”

“Hah—Wonie—oh fuck,” you cried out, your back arching off the bed as you gripped onto both the pillow and his hair with your hands.

Your legs were slung over his broad shoulders, spread open for him like you were the main dish served to him on a silver platter. Your back arched off the bed at a particularly harsh suck of your clit, digging your feet onto your boyfriend’s back to ground yourself. You weren’t sure how much time had passed. It could be minutes or hours but you couldn’t care. Not when Jungwon was eating you out like there was no tomorrow. You rocked your hips against his mouth, breathless moans and whimpers fell from your lips.

You felt the familiar ache in your stomach and how your muscles tightened. “Fuck—Wonie, please, please,” you mewled, wanting to be free from this sweet torture your boyfriend was putting you through.

Much to your utter horror, frustration and disbelief, Jungwon moved away. He chuckled at the desperation written all over your face and just to be a tease, he rolled your puffy clit in slow circles, grinning at how your legs twitched.

“Nuh uh, I don’t think you deserve to cum, sweetheart,” he clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

His words made you sobbed out loud, tears of frustration prickled your eyes. “Why!?”

Jungwon hums. “Because you didn’t solve the case. How about you tell me where you stopped and I’ll help you out. If you can answer me correctly, you can cum. How does that sound?”

Your left eyebrow subtly twitched, unable to believe what he was saying. “Jungwon, I swear to god—!?”

The rest of your words died in your throat when he pushed two fingers in and you instinctively clenched down on the sudden intrusion. Your eyes rolled up at the feeling of him twisting his fingers in just the right angle, hitting the spot that made you see stars. As quick as it happened, Jungwon pulled his fingers out, eliciting a disappointed sound of protest from you.

“First question: how far are you into your investigation?” He questioned, calm and collected while you, on the other hand, were a mess.

It was already hard for you to process his question, especially when he thought it was a great idea to kiss your inner thighs, touching you everywhere but your poor neglected and throbbing clit. Your breath caught in your throat, heart beating in anticipation when you felt his hot breath grazing against your clit, only to let out a startled yelp when he pinched your thigh.

“Hey, I’m asking you a question, you know. What? Don’t tell me you’re already fucked out?” He mocks you, moving his fingers down to brush them against your clit, slowly spreading your folds apart and blowing hot air at it, savoring the way you squeaked.

“Imagine how your superior will react if they were to see their brightest, smartest and intelligent detective getting defiled by the very same criminal she’s tasked to go after,” he continues, emphasizing some of his words with him moving his long, thick and slender fingers in a scissors-like movement, making your mind reeled from the delirious feeling.

“Ngh, I—I’ve figured out—hah—your patterns, oh god,” you breathed out, gripping onto the sheets for dear life as Jungwon ducked his head to lap away at your clit, collecting your slick to spread them all over your puffy folds.

As far as you were aware, you have been edged for the past one or two hours and all it took was for a few simple licks with his skillful tongue for you to push you over the edge. Your body shook vigorously from your orgasm, limbs twitching and spasming about as Jungwon drinks it all, not letting a single drop go to waste.

You knew you were in deep trouble when you caught how Jungwon’s eyes darkened a shade. You nervously gulped, watching as he moved upwards, hands resting on both sides of your head. You felt small under his intense, unwavering gaze and you squirmed about on the sheets. A gasp left your lips when he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Looks like you disobeyed my order. I hope you’ve prepared yourself,” he warned.

The next day, you arrived at your office feeling more exhausted than usual. It was a miracle that no one noticed how you were limping as you made your way to the pantry area.

“(Name), how’s the progress on the investigation going?” Your superior asked, startling the lights out of you as you were in the midst of preparing a cup of coffee for yourself.

Turning around, you plastered what you hoped was a convincing smile. “Ah, I’m almost there and I just need a little more time before I can catch them, sir.”

Your superior nodded, pleased with your response and left you alone. You sighed, hand tracing the hickey left on your neck—concealed by a layer of makeup.

Bzzt, bzzt.

Feeling your phone vibrating in your pocket, you pulled out the device to see it was a text message from Jungwon. Ensuring no one was nearby, you opened your conversation to see two simple messages:

Hi love, just want to let you know that we’ll be committing a crime tonight at: XXX - XX - XXXX. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ love you

Catch me if you can, detective ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨

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sunarots · 24 hours ago

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taste ━━━ suna rintarou & miya osamu

12. lunch date ♡

"Oh, you're nearly done." Kuroo beelines towards you and Kiyoko, organising the court for their first game. He dons his uniform with dark circles beneath his eyes, clutching a clipboard by his side in one hand and a coffee in the other. He nudges Iwaizumi with the clipboard. "We could've eaten properly."

Iwaizumi frowns as he looks to the man by his side. "You didn't eat? There's a vending machine just outside, grab a snack."

"He slept in because he was calling Kenma," you announce, picking up one of the volleyballs and tossing it to Kiyoko.

"Hey, no need to tell on me like that."

With a shrug, you dismiss him and take the clipboard from him. "There's nothing on here, where's your stuff?"

He sighs, muttering that he'll be back and turning to leave the gym. A smile creeps out onto your face. "Oh my god. He better wake up fast otherwise I'll kill him."

"At least you have Kiyoko to help." Iwaizumi continues walking to the bench you set up on the court away from the door to set down his stuff. "Osamu and Tanaka-kun were looking for you both."

Kiyoko looks over to you with a suppressed smile, attempting to hide her amusement. "Tanaka will take him here sooner or later. Probably later."

"Osamu will make it sooner." You take a seat beside Iwaizumi, picking up your clipboard and scanning over the itinerary. "Everyone is officially late. Is it bad I'm happy? I want to sit, that was hard work."

He lightly taps your leg to get your attention, directing it to the door. Everyone start to flood in, gathering in front of the door as they look around the gym. "Jinxed it."

You plaster on a smile to pretend you're not kicking yourself for saying it, instead approaching the two teams.

Kiyoko flashes a smile to Tanaka before greeting everyone. "Good morning, everyone! I hope you're all well rested, we have a busy day of practice planned before the big match tomorrow. Y/N has planned everything out thoroughly for us, so please make sure you thank her for her hard work. Take it away, y/n."

As everyone's eyes turn onto you, you can feel the pressure. You clear your throat and announce, "We're starting with one minute matches. It's teams of three which you can find on the whiteboard to your left alongside the coloured bibs you need. After that, we're doing two teams chosen by our esteemed personal trainers, Iwaizumi and Tanaka. They must choose in order of home team, away team, home, away, and so on until there is no one left to pick from. In this match, you are not to play to your strengths. Setters will not set, liberos are not a position, etcetera. Afterwards, we will take an hour lunch break. After lunch, the losing team will have to run the perimeter of campus three times whilst the winning team gets split in half and does another practice game. This time, the players will be chosen by who scored the most and the least points in the team. Any questions?"

When no one answers, you direct them over to the whiteboard to get ready.

Iwaizumi sighs, looking around the gym. "Okay, who's at what part of the gym?"

"I'm with Tanaka on court three, you and y/n on court one, Kuroo is on court two," Kiyoko directs, pointing him in the direction of his court.

You lightly smack his ass with your clipboard and lead the way. "Come on, sexy."

"In front of lover boy?" Iwaizumi smiles at you, walking to the far side of the net. "Shocking."

You fake a laugh, resting a hand on the pole of the net. You wait patiently for the teams to arrive, taking your stopwatch from your pocket and lifting the whistle to your mouth. "Get ready to serve!" After glancing around to make sure everyone's in place, you blow the whistle and start the timer. "Move it, people!"

You catch Kuroo running inside, stopping at the bottom of the court behind you and zoning straight into the game. He starts taking notes on the clipboard, not even bothering to greet you. Shrugging it off, you turn back to the match in front of you.

The quick matches fly by a lot quicker than expected, some teams scoring multiple times in the minute and some rallying the entire time. After six rotations, you blow the whistle again to call for a rest. "Good work, everyone! Get some water, take a breather. Return your vests to Tanaka so he can get them in the laundry. Kuroo and Kiyoko will rearrange the court for the match whilst I organise notes. If you have any questions about how you played, come see me."

Kiyoko passes you her clipboard when you pass her, carrying it over to the whiteboard. You wipe all the names off it and replace it with a table, their names now down the sides and different skills at the top.

"Didn't see you this morning." Osamu rests a shoulder against the wall, wiping at his face with his cloth. "Did you eat?"

"Me and Kiyoko had an early breakfast," you answer, biting back a smile at his concern. "You performed really well with Sendai. Good games."

"Thanks." He kisses the side of your head before turning to lean his back against the wall. "What are you doing?"

"I'm putting all the stats into a table. Receives, sets, points, service aces, blocks, serves that ended in a loss-"

"Jesus," he laughs, peering over at the clipboard. "You made note of all of that?" He watches as you start tallying everything up, using your notes first before factoring in Kiyoko and Kuroo's. "You're really thorough..."

"It's so you can see your strengths and weaknesses, then try to strengthen both," you explain, trying not to lose your place. "Oh, Kiyoko and Tanaka want to have lunch with us. I said yes."

"Double date? Sounds fun. Holy shit, Atsumu scored six points? How is that possible? Where is he?" He spins around to look around the court, spotting Atsumu talking to Kiyoko and helping her set up. "Oi! How'd ya score six points? And stop hitting on Kiyoko-chan!"

"She's older than you, Osamu, have some respect," you scold, rolling your eyes at his immaturity. "You also scored six points. Your stats are pretty similar."

"Fuck off, only six? It felt like more."

You roll your eyes and put the cap back on the pen. "Maybe you can try beat him in this game and make him run the perimeter."

Osamu looks back at you with a smile. "Genius." He taps the small of your back as he moves to join the gathering group of boys.

You pass Kiyoko her clipboard once more before directing everyone's attention to the board. "Okay, teams! Here are your stats, you can look at them after you have been chosen. For now, Iwaizumi and Tanaka will assess the board and use this to choose their teams accordingly. As we are visitors, Tanaka will choose first. Take it away, boys."

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Apple of My Eye Chapter Nineteen

Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Chapter Nineteen: That's How You Know

Mouse Note: I'm back!

Summary: Harry and (Y/N) are both growing aware of just how strong their feelings are.

“Hey, Harry,” said Evie, peeking her head into Uma’s room where her crew could almost always be found. “Can you go and find (Y/N) for me? I need to go over some designs for them Reunion Ball outfit.”

��I don’t know where they are,” said Harry.

“Apple Cottage,” said Evie. “There are signs. Thank you!” She left the room.

“What are you waiting for? Go on,” said Uma. “Go and fetch your royal.”

“They aren’t—”

“Harry, you’re my first mate. I’ve known you since we were babies,” said Uma. “I know you. Go and get your royal.” She smirked. “Who knows, maybe you’ll even have the guts to ask them out.”

Harry coughed, stood, and left without responding. A few moments later, Evie opened the door to the dorm again.

“Did he go?” said Evie.

“Oh, yeah,” said Uma. “Do you think this will help them admit each other?”

“A romantic meeting in the woods by an idyllic cottage has better atmosphere than fencing, even if that’s good for flirting,” said Evie. She crossed her arms. “And if this doesn’t do it after weeks of hopeless flirting, then we’ll really step in. After all, I am really meeting with (Y/N) for their outfit.”

“And Harry and I are helping Carlos set up decorations for the ball for Jane,” said Uma.

“Good. Carlos has as great relationship with Jane. He’ll be able to help get Harry to confess or at least give him some ideas of how,” said Evie. “And Mal and I can work on (Y/N).”

Uma laughed. “I haven’t had so much fun with a plot in a while.”

Evie grinned. “Well, to get our best friends to date is a worthy cause.”

“Highness?” said Harry, walking into the clearing of the woods.

Apple Cottage, a small, quaint, and pretty little house, stood in the middle of the clearing. It was a replica of the dwarves’ cottage from Snow White’s life, and it was used for guests coming near Auradon Prep and (Y/N) when they wanted to get away.

The door of the cottage opened, and (Y/N) stuck their head out. They smiled. “Harry.” They stepped outside. “I didn’t expect you.”

“Evie is lookin’ for ya,” said Harry. “Somethin’ about clothes for a ball.”

“Oh, right, I lost track of time,” said (Y/N). They brushed dust from their plane blue shirt. “I was cleaning up. I had a sleepover with some of the girls a few days ago.”

Harry looked in through the door. “Nice place. Definitely a princess cottage.”

“My mom wanted me to have something welcoming,” said (Y/N), chuckling. “Like how the dwarves welcomed her, I could be safe here.”

“You mean ya aren’t at home at Auradon Prep?” said Harry.

“I am,” said (Y/N). “But sometimes I want to be alone, get some privacy, that sort of thing. Being in a dorm can be tiring.” They chuckled. “So I come here.” They glanced at Harry. “You’re free to come here, too, if you need a moment away from everything.”

Harry smiled slightly, softly. “Thanks. I do miss havin’ the ship to go to.”

“You could ask Adrian to go out to eat with him. His family has a ship or two,” said (Y/N).

Harry scowled. “No.”

“He’d say yes,” said (Y/N).

“Still, nah,” said Harry. He really wasn’t interested in going around with (Y/N)’s ex. It was the same way that Nazarin—Naveen and Tiana’s daughter—had flirted with him, he had immediately rejected her. Harry wasn’t going out with (Y/N)’s exes. No way. (Also, he had some irrational jealousy of that fact that they got even one date with (Y/N)).

“At least ask Ben or Mal to find a ship,” said (Y/N). “You, Uma, and your crew could have some fun sailing. Maybe take a few of the Auradon kids, teach them.”

“Would you come?” said Harry.

(Y/N) smirked. “I could be convinced.” Harry grinned. “Now, I should get going before Evie comes down to get me. You should be scared when she offers to make you a suit.”

“She did,” said Harry.

“Good luck,” said (Y/N). “You’re living in her world now.” They laughed and dusted themself off again. “Pity I can’t change out of my cleaning clothes. Ah, well.”

“Here.” Harry pulled off his red leather jacket.

“Oh, no, you don’t need to,” said (Y/N) quickly.

“Come on, Highness, take it. I know ya want to,” said Harry. He winked. “And you’ll look dashing in it.”

“Flattery, how original,” teased (Y/N), but they did take the jacket and slip it on.

“Damn, Highness, quit lookin’ so good in me clothes. Can’t take ‘em back now that I know ya look so good,” said Harry.

“I’m not letting you give me your closet,” said (Y/N).

Harry slung a hand over their shoulder. He winked. “Just sharin’ my good taste with ya.”

“Good taste? You have a high opinion of yourself,” laughed (Y/N).

“Well, I like you,” said Harry. “Don’t I?”

(Y/N)’s cheeks warmed, and Harry grinned.

(Y/N) walked into their appointment with Evie. “Oh, Mal, hi,” they said, smiling. “It’s nice to see you taking a break.”

“After what feels like a thousand meetings, I need it,” laughed Mal.

“Up on the podium, I’ve got to drape you,” said Evie, getting straight to business. She paused and smiled. “What’s this I see? Harry’s jacket?”

(Y/N)’s cheeks warmed. “I have a little bit of dust everywhere from cleaning Apple Cottage. He knows that I like to look presentable.”

“So it wasn’t a romantic gesture?” said Evie.

“No,” said (Y/N), cheeks now on fire.

“Of course it was,” said Mal. “Harry—even good Harry—doesn’t do stuff like that.” She leaned forward on her arm. “I think he likes you. Really.”

“Not you, too,” said (Y/N). “Evie teasing it bad enough—”

“We both have True Love, we know when we see it,” said Evie, folding the jacket and putting it aside. She tutted. “If only one of you would be honest.”

“…You told him to come and get me at Apple Cottage,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms, unimpressed.

“Guilty,” said Evie in a sing-song voice. “But it’s for a good cause.”

“Maybe I should cast a truth spell on you both,” said Mal, grinning.

“Mal!” exclaimed (Y/N). Mal burst out laughing. They groaned and buried their head in their hands. “I just—He’s teasing and open with everyone. How do I know he loves me?”

“Love?” said Evie with a smile.

“You love him?” said Mal with a soft look in her eyes.

“…I do,” admitted (Y/N). It had snuck up on them for so long, but they did love Harry. They could only hope it was true.

“Where’d your jacket go, Harry?” said Uma, raising a brow as Harry arrived.

“Highness has it,” said Harry.

“(Y/N)?” said Carlos, smiling slightly.

“Yes,” said Harry. He rolled his eyes at Carlos’s tone. “Get ya mind outta the gutter, dogboy.”

“I wasn’t suggesting anything,” said Carlos, holding up his hands. “I’m just saying, I only give my clothes to Jane, and she’s my girlfriend.”

“It’s called being charming, not that ya’ve hurt of it,” said Harry.

“Uh-huh,” said Uma, smirking. “Harry, you’ve never tried to be charming in your life.”

“I’m a charming, attractive pirate,” said Harry.

“For (Y/N), maybe,” said Uma. “We all know it.”

“That obvious?” said Harry.

“Yeah,” said Carlos, patting Harry on the shoulder. “But, hey, (Y/N) is a great person. So it’s not bad.” He smiled. “And they definitely like you back.”

“Highness can do better than me,” said Harry. “Ima a pirate. They’re a royal.”

“They’ve never cared about that stuff,” said Carlos. “They were the first person to be nice to us, outside of Ben. They’ve always judged people on their heart.”

“And me cold heart’s enough?” said Harry, dubious.

“Harry, would they banter with you if they didn’t like you?” said Uma. She put her hands on her hips. “Buck up. Put your brave pirate hat on and tell them.”

“Yeah. You just need to show them you like them,” said Carlos, smiling.

Harry looked between Carlos and Uma. “How do I show them I love them?’

Carlos grinned. “You love them?”

“If a villain can love—”

“Have you seen Mal and Ben or Doug and Evie? VKs have a lot of love to give,” said Uma, laughing. “Come on, Harry. Be honest.”

“I love them,” said Harry softly, the words so honest as they spilled from his heart. He had been entranced by them the moment he met (Y/N), yet the word of love had grown like a flame—an ember that grew into a roar. It felt so natural to say it, like it was meant to be. He could only hope that it was meant to be.

“So, tell them,” said Uma.

“Show them you love them,” said Carlos.

“What if they don’t love me back?” said Harry.

“You’ve got to show them, first. They’re probably—”

“Definitely,” interjected Uma.

“—as nervous as you,” said Carlos.

(Carlos) “How do they know you love them? How do they know they’re yours?”

Uma hit Harry on the shoulder.

(Uma) “How do they know that you love them? How do you show them you love them?”

Harry rubbed his shoulder as Uma put her hands on her hips and Carlos smiled at him. Uma might not know love, but she knew action, and Carlos knew the heart. They were going to teach Harry a lesson.

(Uma and Carlos) “How do they know that you really, really, truly love them?”

They circled Harry as he watched them in surprise.

(Uma and Carlos) “How do they know that you love them? How do you show them you love them? How do they know that you really, really, truly love them?”

Carlos jumped onto a decoration for the ball—a podium for taking photos for friends. It was covered in flowers, and he leaned against it romantically.

(Carlos) “It’s not enough to take the one you love for granted, You must remind them or they’ll be inclined to say—”

(Y/N) sighed as Evie draped fabric over them and Mal smiled.

(Y/N) “How do I know he loves me?”

Uma stepped towards Harry.

(Uma) “How do they know that you love them? How do you show them you love them?”

(Y/N) looked at Evie and Mal as Evie pulled the fabric back and it floated like a bird through the air, as gentle as the love in (Y/N)’s heart.

(Y/N) “How do I know he’s mine?”

Uma tapped Harry on the chest, a commanding captain.

(Uma) “How do they know that you really, really, truly love them?”

Harry frowned.

Evie picked up a collection of notes from Doug.

(Evie) “Well does he leave a little to tell you, You are on his mind?”

“He gave me his sash to think of him,” said (Y/N).

Mal held up a bouquet of flowers from Ben.

(Mal) “Send you yellow flowers when the sky is grey? Hey~”

“He grabs me my favorite food when I’m late to meals,” said (Y/N).

Evie and Mal each put a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder and smiled into the mirror.

(Evie and Mal) “He’ll find a new way to show you, A little bit every day!”

They looked at (Y/N), and Evie gestured to the pirate jacket. Mal squeezed their shoulder with a smile.

(Evie and Mal) “That’s how you know, That’s how you know, He is your love!”

(Y/N) laughed, and their cheeks warmed.

Carlos spun around on the podium and pointed at Harry.

(Carlos) “You’ve got to show them you need them, Don’t treat them like a mind-reader, Each day do something to lead them, To believe you love them.”

He pulled a loose rose from the display and tossed it to Harry. He caught it and stared at it. One way to show his love could be gifts—like a jacket. Like a rose.

(Y/N) fell back from the dais, and Mal and Evie lowered them to the ground. They smiled at each of the girls, took the fabric, and draped it dramatically around themself. They danced and spun, the skirts swirling around them in waves like the sea.

(Y/N) “Everybody wants to live, Happily ever after, Everybody wants to know their true love is true!”

They dropped the fabric and looked at Mal and Evie with a lovestruck and hopeful look in their eyes.

(Y/N) “How do you know he loves you?”

Uma pointed at the rose and gestured to the variety of flowers around them.

(Uma) “How do they know that you love them? How do you show them you love them?”

Harry needed to really show his heart to (Y/N), show that his feelings went beyond friendship, show his love.

(Y/N) picked up the jacket and spun with it. Mal and Evie laughed at the loving look in (Y/N)’s eyes as they held the item close.

(Y/N) “How do you know he’s yours?”

Uma pulled out more flowers from the buckets ready for display and pressed them into Harry’s arms. Carlos pulled out paper and a ribbon to tie the bouquet together.

(Uma and Carlos) “How do they know that you really, really, truly love them?”

Mal took the jacket while Evie took (Y/N)’s hands. She spun them around and swayed with them, hugging their back to her front. (Y/N) laughed.

(Evie) “Well, does he take you out dancing, Just so he can hold you close?”

“He asks me to fence, and we get close with that,” said (Y/N), smiling slightly. Evie squeezed them tighter in encouragement.

(Mal) “Dedicate a song with words meant just for you?”

“I’m the only one with a nickname,” said (Y/N) slowly.

Mal grinned. Evie squeezed (Y/N) and let them go. Steadily, they were going to get Harry and (Y/N) to realize their interactions were anything but platonic.

(Mal and Evie) “He’ll find his own way to tell you, With the little things he’ll do, That’s how you know, That’s how you know he’s your love.”

Evie took (Y/N)’s hands from the front and smiled at them.

(Evie) “He’s your love.”

She sang softly, trying put all the honest words and truth of Harry’s feelings into (Y/N)’s heart.

(Evie) “That’s how you know he loves you, That’s how you know it’s true!”

She spun (Y/N) and grinned at them. Mal caught them from the spin and draped the jacket over their shoulders.

(Mal) “Because he’ll wear your favorite color, Just so he can match your eyes.”

“I do like red,” said (Y/N), smiling.

(Mal) “Rent a private picnic by the fire’s glow, Oh!”

“He customized a sword for me for fencing,” said (Y/N) fondly. “That way I always have one to use.”

(Mal and Evie) “His heart will be yours forever, Something every day will show!” (Evie) “That’s how you know!” (Mal) “That’s how you know!” (Evie) “That’s how you know!” (Mal) “That’s how you know! (Evie) “That’s how you know!” (Mal) “That’s how you know—” (Evie and Mal) “That’s how you know he’s your love!”

Carlos and Uma pressed the finished bouquet into Harry’s arms—flowers of red, yellow, and blue wrapped in white paper and tied with a golden bow.

(Carlos) “That’s how they know that you love them.”

Evie and Mal hugged (Y/N) and swayed them to the music, leading them in a dance.

(Evie and Mal) “That’s how you know!”

Uma squeezed Harry’s hands closed around the bouquet.

(Uma) “That’s how you show them you love them.”

(Y/N) laughed and joined in, twirling with the jacket of the man they loved held tight around them.

(Evie, Mal, and (Y/N)) “That’s how you know!”

Carlos danced around Harry, nudging him forward towards the door and demonstrating how to bow and give the flowers with exaggerated movements to the beat of the song.

(Carlos) “You’ve got to show them you need them.”

Harry held out the flowers to Uma, no ceremony, and she rolled her eyes.

(Uma) “Don’t treat them like a mind reader!”

Mal and Evie took (Y/N)’s hands, took each other’s, and they danced in a circle.

(Mal, Evie, and (Y/N)) “That’s how you know!”

(Uma) “How do you know that you love them?”

Harry tried again, bowing and offering the flowers with all the love in his heart—because he did love (Y/N)—and Uma and Carlos nodded approvingly.

(Carlos) “That’s how you know that you love them!”

Mal and Evie hugged (Y/N) close, and they laughed.

(Mal and Evie) “He’s your love!”

And, at the same moment that Uma and Carlos grabbed Harry to haul him towards Evie4Hearts, Mal, Evie, and (Y/N) smile and threw their arms up.

(All) “It’s not enough to take the one you love for granted!”

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enbyfvcker · 3 days ago

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Amongst the trees

part two to Under the influence.

Wade Wilson X Logan (worst!wolverine)

Word count: 1,7k

Summary: Logan takes Wade out for a date in the woods.

Tags: a bit of fluff, love confessions, smut, semi-public sex, oral sex, deep throating, come swallowing, bottom!Wade, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex

"Is this a date?"

"...Yeah."

"Awww, peanut! You're so cute when you make an effort."

"Look, I just- I wanted to make up to you for pouncing on you like that that night, so I thought- You know what? This is stupid. If you want to go back to the apartm-"

"Of course not! Are you kidding? It's so pretty here." Wade looks around to the nightly woods around them, lightened by the moon. He feels the cool breeze on his skin, and he can hear the sounds of crickets. He looks up to the sky decorated with stars as his arms support his head while both of the men lay on a blanket that's placed on the grass. "When you called me to take a ride with you on your new motorcycle and I saw a forest, I thought maybe you'd finally end me. Who knew you were just being romantic, peanut."

Logan rolls his eyes with a grin, also looking at the sky.

"I know that... you don't feel really comfortable in public when you're not in your suit, so... I thought this would be a nice idea."

Wade turns his head to the side, looking at him with a sweet smile. "It was."

Logan looks back at him, a bit tensed. "I'm really sorry for-"

"Stop. You don't need to be sorry, sweetcheeks. It's okay. It was nice to know."

"That I'm an idiot?"

"That you like me."

"Is that really so surprising?"

"I mean... Yeah. I'm not the most lovable person. And it's at least not likely. Like, I feel like we're probably a one percentage of wolvies and wades out there in the multiverse that actually do something about their feelings. The other fuckers must be out there living a platonic homoerotic friendship. Ha! Lame."

"Their loss, then." Logan mumbles lowly, a small smile on his lips. "And that's not true."

"What?"

"You're lovable."

"Oh."

"And annoying as fuck. But still lovable."

"How sweet." Wade chuckles and moves to lay over Logan, their noses almost brushing against each other now. "I'm touched." He teases, brushing their lips together without actually initiating a kiss. "It'd be fun to be touched in other ways, too, though."

Logan laughs lowly and places a hand behind the merc's head, bringing him down for a soft kiss that is filled with longing and affection and slowly grows more passionate and needy. Their breathing becomes more intense as their tongues meet hungrily. Wade grinds his hips teasingly against the gruff man under him, his arousal mirroring Logan's. He pulls away for a second and looks deeply into the mutant's eyes.

"I love you too, by the way."

Logan's pupils dilate, and he feels his heart throb. Or probably his cock. Both. And in another second, he quickly switches their positions and gets over Wade, his arms on the sides of the merc's head. In a flash, he pulls out his claws and tears Wade's shirt to shreds.

"Hey! That shirt was like, 5 dollars- You know what, never mind." Wade gives up on whining when he feels Logan's tongue exploring his torso, and he would have goosebumps if he had any body hair in the first place. "You know, I thought for a while your tongue would be all rough and spiky."

Logan looks up at Wade with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not a cat, bub."

"But you're so kitty shaped!"

Logan just rolls his eyes affectionately and goes back to licking the merc's skin, tongue tracing where the happy trail would be as his hands work Wade's pants. Once he pulls it down along with heart printed boxers, he kisses the tip of Wade's cock while looking up at him, a cocky smirk growing on his lips at the gasp that it elicited.

"Do you think a bear or wolf could appear out of nowhere to eat us? I feel so vulnerable right now. It would be a pain to regenerate from that-" Wade's interrupted by his own moan when Logan licks the vein of his cock base to tip.

"The only animal that's going to devour you tonight is me. Now shut up, will ya, bub." Wade doesn't have a chance to retort before he moans again, head dropping back as he feels Logan's warm mouth enveloping him. And no, not a rough and spiky tongue at all. It feels so soft his mind goes white for a moment. He brings himself to look down at the sight of Logan bobbing his head up and down on him, eyes glued to the merc's, and he can swear he sees a smirk in the mutant's lips even though they're full of him.

Wade's hand softly grips Logan's locks, making sure not to disturb the little hair ears.

"See?" Wade pants. "Kitty shaped." He teases with a grin. A loud whimper that has birds startled and flying around leaves his throat when Logan takes him all the way down, his tip hitting the back of Logan's throat and he fucking stays there, watery lustful eyes glued to his, shining with mischief. Wade can't help but buck his hips up, the pleasure stripping him off of brain cells, and all he can think about is how good it feels. Logan doesn't choke or gags. He just takes it until the lack of air has him pulling out with a lewd 'pop'.

"Fuckfuckfuck. What the hell, peanut, where did you learned that-"

But Logan doesn't waste a second until he's swallowing Wade again, the taste of pre-cum on his lips only spurring him on, sucking faster.

"Oh god- You know what, it doesn't matter. Fuck, you're so good, kitten..."

The praise has Logan taking him even more eagerly, switching between bobbing his head and taking Wade deep in his throat. But it doesn't take long until the merc is a babbling mess, his cock twitching desperately inside the mutant's mouth and his hips bucking up.

"Feels so good... Shit, Wolvie... I'm close..." Wade whines, his hand tangled in Logan's hair tightening slightly. "Fuck, I-" He doesn't get to finish his sentence, his hips rutting up until they still, eyes rolling back as he fills Logan's throat who swallows without a second thought. His head goes blank for a few moments as he catches his breath, eyes dazed and dreamy. Logan moves up until they're face to face again and kisses the merc's lips, the taste of his release tangling between their tongues.

When they pull apart, Wade is still sporting a very stupid dazed expression that has Logan grinning.

"God, I think you just sucked my brain out of my dick." Wade sighs and Logan chuckles, kissing the merc again.

"You're still talking. So my job isn't done yet." Logan grunts before turning Wade on his stomach, manhandling him on his hands and knees.

"Oh god- Are we making a baby in the woods?"

"That's not how biology works, Wade."

"Biology's boring. Knock me up, tiger."

Logan shakes his head with a grin before he licks Wade's back, making the merc arch. He bites his shoulder with a grin, sinking his teeth into scarred skin. Moving down teasingly slow, he finally licks Wade's rim, earning a needy moan. His tongue make it's way inside and Wade whimpers, his soft cock stirring up again. Logan replaces his tongue with a finger, sinking knucles deep until Wade can take another. Scissoring him open, Logan focuses on stretching out the merc. When he's satisfied, he pulls them out, a whine escaping Wade's lips at the loss.

It doesn't take long, though. Wade hears a zipper, and his's heart flutters quickly when he feels Logan's tip pressing against him.

"You ready?"

"Yeah yeah yeah, god just do it already-" He's interrupted once more by his own moan when Logan slowly begins to sink into him, making way for his girth into the merc's tight channel, grunting when he finally bottoms out. He takes a deep breath, focusing on not starting to thrust right away and instead letting Wade get used to it.

"Does it hurt?" Logan asks, a bit worried since they didn't use any lube. He should've brought it... He makes a mental note for next time.

"No, just- Please start moving, stop teasing..."

With a low chuckle, Logan slowly starts to pound into Wade. "You'll know when I'm teasing you, trust me." He picks up the pace and aims at Wade's sweet spot, hands gripping his sides tightly, and he just lets out needy whines and whimpers. Logan has to chuckle to himself at how he's basically fucking the words out of the mouthy merc, turning him into a moaning mess. His hips move faster and right when he hears Wade's moans getting louder and more desperate, he slows down almost to a stop, thrusting slow and hard.

"Nonono, fuck, don't stop!"

Logan lets out an evil laugh. "I didn't." He thrusts again roughly.

"Pleasepleaseplease, Wolvie..."

"Please, what?"

"Just- Go fucking faster!" Wade whines desperately, moving his hips back.

"Hm, is that how you ask? I don't think I will." He keeps moving torturing slow, teasing the merc with a grin.

"Please..." Wade whines frustratingly. "Please please peanut... faster, please..." He begs between needy whimpers. "Your hips are made of fucking adamantium, put your back into it- fuck!" Logan's suddenly pounding into him ruthlessly, knowing the air out of his lungs.

"What, like this?" He teases, knowing full well Wade can only let out incoherent moans now. He could feel himself getting closer, low grunts escaping his throat. Bringing a hand to wrap around Wade's cock, he strokes it in rhythm with his thrusts. "Go on, let go for me, bub."

He barely finishes his words before Wade's spilling over the blanket, back arching. Logan groans loudly at the feeling of his walls squeezing his cock, and their moans tangle in unison as they find their releases together. With a grunt, Logan pulls out and uses a piece of cloth that once was Wade's shirt to clean the merc and himself. He lays down along with Wade, pulling him into his arms as they catch their breaths together.

"I think we may have woken the entire ecosystem of this forest." Wade pants, making Logan chuckle.

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teho0p · 2 days ago

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a night out

sub! seonghwa, a lot of plot sorry guys, mlm, fingers in mouth, gay sex (duh), alcohol mentioned, degradation (not super heavy), fluff, crying, unprotected, fingering, hand job, the whole nine yards, you get the point, I'm pretty sure I have some mistakes here but I'm too lazy to read trough it rn

You, your boyfriend, and the rest of ateez went out to drink. it wasn't a special occasion it was just a random friday, and the guys had the weekend off tomorrow, so most of them wanted to get as drunk as possible before another week of work starts. You, on the other hand, just tagged along, knowing someone had to be sober enough to get them home in one peace.

i sat next to my boyfriend seonghwa, who was downing his 5th glass of soju by now while I was still on my second, not in the mood to get plastered. the table was loud. All the guys were having all sorts of conversations between themselves, plus the music that was playing over the bar speakers. sure it was a lot, but it's kind of what I sighed up for when I started dating seonghwa, so I was in no place to complain. as time passed by, the whole group was extremely drunk, maybe apart from jongho, who seemed to be in the best state among the group, excluding me. seonghwa leaned against my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist his cheeks were a bit flushed, and hair was slightly messy. it was a cute sight for sure. "You okay??" I leaned closer to him, making sure he could hear me as I looked down at him, moving some hair out his face so I could see him better. he hummed a smile on his face, his eyes closed. I couldn't tell if he was falling asleep or was just way too drunk. "Come on, let's get you guys home" I said as I glanced at jongho, who was sitting relatively close and gestured for him to get going and helping me gather everyone. thankfully, he got the cue, and soon enough, everyone was up on their feet, the alcohol and food paid for. half the group went home, and the other half went on their own going to karaoke if I heard correctly. seonghwa chose to stay with me and crash at my apartment for the night, which I didn't mind in the slightest.

the walk to my apartment wasn't long as I lived 10 minutes away, and thankfully, seonghwa wasn't a super crazy drunk, so he was easy to keep in check. halfway through the walk, he stopped and took his phone out, handing it to me. I looked at him confused. "What am I supposed to do??" i asked, waiting for an answer as I watched him fix his hair a bit before he responded "take some photos. I need to post something for atiny." I hummed and nodded, understanding my job as I took some photos for him, hoping they would be boyfriend enough for his fans. "okay that should work" I said handing him his phone back watching as he scrolled through them a pleased look on his face before placing the phone back in his pocket and intertwining our hands together "I like them". the rest of the walk went smoothly, both of us talking and enjoying the company of one another. it wasn't often we got one on one time like this, especially since he was the busy idol he was, so I cherished moments like this.

Once we made it to my apartment, he instantly collapsed on my sofa sprawled out the best to his abilities on the soft surface. I chuckled at the sight and went into the kitchen, getting him a cold glass of water and making a simple sandwich as an attempt to sober him up a bit. I came into the living room placing both on the coffee table as I moved his legs off the sofa taking a seat next to him leaning back against the backrest "drink and eat so your not crazy hungover tomorrow" I said patting his thigh waiting for him to sit up normally and at minimum drink the water. After a bit, he did end up sitting up his hair a big mess, but I didn't comment on it seeing no point in it.

seonghwa finished the glass and ate half the sandwich before calling it done, he sat back against the sofa looking at you, his face still a bit flush from all the alcohol he consumed before. you didn't push it as there was no point. seonghwa leaned against you, wrapping his hands around your waist again as he nuzzled his head into the crock of your neck. your own hands made their way around him, pulling him in closer as you both just cuddled for a bit, enjoying the closeness and the warmth of each others touch. as you both sat there all of a sudden you felt seonghwas lips on your neck. it was sudden and not something you expected, but you weren't too opposed to it. his hands moved from your waist to your chin as he pulled away looking at you with his pretty brown eyes that where now lingering with lust "it's been a while since we've done anything...I'm pent up" he said going straight to the point as he got on top of you sitting down on your lap.

as he sat down on my lap, I placed my hands on his hips, looking up at him a bit unsure as I didn't wanna do anything with him if he was drunk. "Are you sure, baby?? you don't seem sober enough to make decisions like this" I said, moving my hands up and down his sides, wanting a verbal answer from him before we actually did anything. he nodded, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "I'm sober enough, stop worrying Y/n" I was still a bit uncertain, but what's the worst that could happen. I stared up at him, my eyes darting between his lips and his eyes. seonghwa noticed and took action kissing me first. I returned the kiss immediately as I moved my hands to his back, pulling him closer to me. the kiss slowly got more intense as I licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance, which he gave. I dominated the kiss, sitting up a bit as my hands found their way to the hem of his gray jumper. I pulled away from the kiss, pulling the jumper off as I put my lips to work, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck, making sure I left some marks as well. seonghwas hands made their way to my hair, tugging at it as he moaned lightly at the feeling, tilting his head back, giving me more access. I felt the bulge in his pants rub against mine as he was slowly getting more desperate, so I pulled away and changed positions so his back was against the sofa, and I was on top of him. his hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. I returned it but pulled away shortly after as I undid his pants, pulling them down with his boxers. his cock sprung up leaking pre-cum as I stroked him slowly watching his face contort into pleasure moans filling the room from him. I picked up the pace watching him squirm under my touch. I leaned over, capturing his lips into mine, swallowing his moans, knowing it wouldn't take long for him to reach his climax, which I wasn't planning on giving him the pleasure of reaching just yet. Once I felt him buckling his hips up, I pulled away, completely leaving him on the edge. he looked at me a very desperate look on his face. "Why did you pull away? I was so close," he said, wining at the loss of contact. I chuckled. "Not yet, baby. we haven't even gotten to the fun part"

I placed my hand on his chin making him look at me as I tapped his lip with my thumb wanting him to open his mouth which he happily did wrapping a hand around my wrist as I put pointer and middle finger in his mouth his saliva coating the fingers. Once I felt that the fingers were wet enough, I pulled them out, giving him a kiss as I brought the fingers to his hole, inserting them in stretching him, making sure he was somewhat ready for me. seonghwa moaned into the kiss, a hand tangling in my hair as the other one clawed at my back and shoulders as I picked up the pace, making sure to hit his prostate his legs shaking from pleasure. I pulled away from the kiss, listening to him moan and cry. I pulled my fingers out and finally got undressed myself my own cock hard and leaking. I lined myself up with his entrance and slowly entered "fuck your still so tight" I groaned looking at him searching for any sign of discomfort only being met with moans and a desperate look on my boyfriends face "move please, fuck please move" I did as he asked moving slowly earning moans from the both of us his walls clenching around me, his nails digging into my shoulders.

I picked up the pace, his moans, the sound of skin slapping, grunts, and cries filled my living room. "you take my cock so don't you slut?" I say slowing down to keep him on edge my thrusts slow but deep. I saw some tears rolling down his cheeks but it didn't seem to be pain as he nodded agreeing with my words whimpers rolling off his tongue. "y/n please...please go faster.." he pleased his words desperate as more tears rolled down his cheeks. it was obvious he was close. I picked up the pace just as he asked with only a few thrusts "im close!!" he warned. I sped up and he ended up coming undone his cum covering his abdomen as I followed shortly with my own climax coming inside of him.

I pulled out and collapsed next to him, both of us panting and sweaty. I ran a hand trough my hair seonghwa doing the same "that was...very good" I said turning to look at him as he nodded "agreed" I sat up a bit looking at him studying him to see if he was hurt in any way. he knew me well enough to know what I was doing and looking for "I'm not hurt y/n don't worry" he said a smile on his face as I sighed and layed back down wrapping an arm around him pulling his back to my chest spooning him "well clean up tomorrow" I said my words a bit mumbled as I placed my head in the crock of his neck knowing we where both too tired to do anything at the moment.

"I love you, honey" seonghwa said, his voice quiet as he was on the brink of sleeping

"I love you too, baby" I responded both of us, drifting off to sleep happy and content.

#ateez #park seonghwa #male reader #ateez x male reader #gay #seonghwa #seonghwa x male reader #seonghwa x reader #ateez fanfic #kpop bg #kpop fic #smut #mlm smut

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gazsluckyhat · 2 days ago

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Practice Makes Perfect.

To my first request! Woooo! I hope you like it! Kyle would be ace at eating you out. No arguments.

For 🍞 anon!!

My requests are open!

-Bunny

Kyle gently shook your shoulder, his fingers denting your skin slightly. Your head snapped his way as you realzied he'd been talking. You hadn't been listening, no, too focused on the group of girls snickering at you. Your fingers pulled the jacket tighter around you, trying to make yourself seem smaller.

"You alright?" He pushed a strand of hair out of your face, lingering on your full cheek. You nodded, putting a fake smile you'd hoped he believe. He never did though, knows you way to well. Those molten eyes look past you and to the girls sat around the table at the window. "How 'bout we get some take-away? Yeah? Your favorite if your feeling it?" Ducking your head, you nod. Anything to get away from there.

The tv played a rerun of your favorite show, a cop comedy. Kyle was beside you, his long fingers running through your hair. You'd tried your best to focus, pay attention to the show playing, but it wasn't happening. You brain had it's own reruns to play. The girls had been pretty. All thin figures and model like features. The leader, a blonde of course, had made the first move. Turning towards a brunette and whispering in her ear while staring directly at you. You didn't have to guess about what they were saying. You already knew. The words had be tattooed on your soul. Words repeated throughout your youth. And by any boy you'd ever liked. Except Kyle.

"Hey, quit that." You met those beautiful brown eyes. He had a stern look on his face. From the moment you met he'd seemed to be able to read your mind. You blushed and looked away. "Look at me, love." His fingers turned you to face him.

"Those girls don't know what they're talking about. Don't let them get in that pretty head of yours, yeah?" You shook your head.

"We both know they weren't wrong." You fingers started to pick at skin. You'd picked it up as a child, a habit to ease the nerves in your hands. A habit Kyle had chided you about. "Everything they whispered was accurate. I am fat and ugly."

"Absolutely not. I'm not letting you do this to yourself. Just because you don't look like them doesn't mean you're not beautiful." His hands took hold of your cheeks. "The second I saw you I knew I had to have you. You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. A pretty little sundress and those wedges? I was dead to rights."

"Stop." You turned your head, cheeks aflame. Kyle wasn't having it though.

"Knew I had to get you outta that dress. Needed to run my hands over your curves. Had to taste you on my tonuge." Said body part ran around the shell of your ear as one of his hands traveled down your belly and into your pajama shorts. You'd quit wearing underwear around the place the second week of living with him. Too many pairs got torn.

"Kyle…" You were breathless. A fire starting in your pelvis. His fingers easily spreading you open, circling your clit. He swallowed your gasp, fingers dipping inside you.

"Always so wet for me, pretty. And warm. Could spend forever inside your tight cunt." The filthy words whispered in your ear only fanned the flame in your belly. One of your hands wrapping around his arm and digging into the flesh there. Your words turned into whimpers as he added another finger and sped up. Kyle always new which buttons to press to have you melt in his hands. "Wanna taste you." His hand withdrew and instead pushed you up, a hand tugging your shorts to your ankles.

"What?" Confusion on your face. Kyle chuckled. He was laying down on the couch, his shirt beside your shorts.

"Sit on my face, pretty. Wanna taste you."

"Kyle, I can't- I'm too big." He tutted, dragging you over by your wrist and pulling you to sit on his chest.

"Never. Now do as I said." Terrified you'd smother him you hovered over his face, using your hands and legs to hold most of you above him. His hand found the fat of you hips and pulled you down, you knees resting on either side of his head.

"Kyle!" He was already enjoying you. His fingers keeping you in place while his mouth slurped and sucked you dry. "Fu-fuck." You tried to lift up slightly, to worried about your weight on him.

"Sit." You blushed. He wrapped his lips around you clit and sucked, causing your whole body to shake.

"Oh god." A whimper followed. A shaky hand wrapped in the curls atop his head. You were shaking. He was going between sucking and tonuge fucking you. Every sensation drawing you closer to the edge. You were gonna cum, your toes already curling up. Tugging on his hair to tried to get him to separate. "Ky, I'ma cum." He only chuckled and latched his mouth back to your clit and sucked. Hard. Tears prickled, your voice catching as he pulled a mind boggling orgasm from you. Your knees tightened around his head as you fell apart. Your body trembling, a sob leaving you. Kyle continued to suck until you whined and tried to pull away. And then he just pulled back, your slick glistening on his skin, caught in the light stubble there. He wore a proud grin.

"Think you can give me another one?" Your blushed.

#call of duty #call of duty smut #call of duty imagine #kyle garrick #gaz #gazsluckyhat

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fallen-abel · 3 days ago

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uhhhh someone should go check on Abel. I don’t think he’s doing well.

After not hearing from Abel in a day and hearing a bunch of sad songs from his room, Lucifer goes to check on his eldest son.

Lucifer: *knocks, holding a plate of pancakes* Abel? Are you okay in there? Are you awake?

Abel: *covers himself with the blanket more* Go away please. I’m fine.

Lucifer: *not liking that answer* I made you breakfast! Pancakes! I’m trying a new recipe for extra fluffiness!

Abel: *speaking up a little louder* GO AWAY! I’m not hungry.

Lucifer: *looks uncomfortable but knows he can’t force Abel to talk to him* Geesh. It’s like Charlie’s high school years all over again. Okay Abel! I’ll just leave these out here for you. Just eat them before they get cold. And I wanted to remind you that you have a doctor’s appointment today.

Abel: *sits up and shouts* CANCEL IT! I’M NOT GOING!

Lucifer: *pauses, stunned by Abel's outburst. He frowns, placing the plate of pancakes on the floor outside the door.* Alright, that's it. I'm coming in.

Abel: *groans, pulling the blanket over his head as the door creaks open.* I said go away.

Lucifer: *steps inside, crossing his arms.* And I said I'm coming in. What’s going on, Abel? This isn’t like you.

Abel: *his voice muffled under the blanket* Nothing's going on. I’m just tired.

Lucifer: *sits at the edge of the bed, keeping his tone gentle.* Tired? Or heartbroken?

Abel: *freezes, the lump under the blanket shrinking slightly as he curls in on himself.* ...How did you know?

Lucifer: *sighs, placing a hand over where he assumes Abel’s shoulder is.* I’ve been around long enough to recognize the sound of a broken heart. Plus, I heard you playing every sad ballad Earth ever created.

Abel: *peeks out from under the blanket, his eyes red and puffy.* I messed everything up. I told Peter how I felt, and for a second, I thought he felt the same. But then he... he said it didn’t happen. Like I’m not worth it.

Lucifer: *his jaw tightens, a flash of anger crossing his face.* Peter said what to you?

Abel: *looks down, fiddling with the edge of the blanket.* He said... ‘This never happened’. I thought... I thought we had something, but I was wrong.

Lucifer: *takes a deep breath, trying to reign in his temper.* "Abel, listen to me. That has nothing to do with your worth. Nothing. Peter’s actions reflect his cowardice, not anything lacking in you."

Abel: *tears begin welling up again.* But it still hurts, Dad. I can’t even look at myself without feeling like an idiot.

Lucifer: *cups Abel’s face gently, forcing him to look up.* You’re not an idiot. You’re brave. You opened your heart to someone, and that takes courage. Peter’s the one who’s a fool for not appreciating you. And I promise, this pain? It won’t last forever.

Abel: *sniffs, leaning into his father’s hand.* It feels like it will.

Lucifer: *smiles softly.* It feels that way now, but trust me. I’ve had my heart broken too, more than once, and yet here I am. You’ll heal, Abel. And when you do, you’ll see that you deserve so much better than someone who can’t even admit how he feels.

Abel: *nods slowly, though his tears don’t stop.* Thanks, Dad.

Lucifer: *pulls him into a hug, stroking his hair.* That’s what I’m here for. Now, you don’t have to go to the doctor’s appointment if you’re not ready, but you do have to eat something. I made those pancakes with love, you know.

Abel: *smiles faintly through the tears.* Fine. I’ll eat.

Lucifer: *grins, standing up.* Good. Because I’d hate for them to go to waste. And Abel? You’ll get through this. I promise.

Abel: *watches his father leave, feeling a small, comforting warmth despite the ache in his chest.* I hope so.

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abarbaricyalp · 3 days ago

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hello!! 45. comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together , if you like! ☺️

"I don't get it. I've seen you two pull off that move a million times. I had it in my hand and I still lost it." Joaquin looked positively distraught, even with half a pizza in front of him and a soda bigger than his head. He was looking down at his hand, where proof of his claim was apparent--a dark bruise cutting across his palm and seeping to the back of his hand and down his wrist the longer he didn't have ice on it.

"Ah, don't feel too bad," Sam laughed. "Bucky's just got freakishly long fingers and he's been playing with that thing for a century."

The pizza place was pretty empty, all things considered, and they'd piled into the booth the further from the door and the karaoke stage. It reminded Sam of the old arcade houses he used to waste summer days in as a kid. Even the soda sticky cushions were the same.

This was a great wind-down after a mission that almost couldn't have gone better. No one was actively bleeding. They hadn't had to seriously maim anyone else. And some other organization was handling clean up. No media. Minimal reports. Clean bill of health. Until they devoured this 20 inch pizza. (Bucky had his own. He was not allowed to eat 90% of everyone else's pizza anymore) With Joaquin across from him and Bucky next to him and the heater running above them, he didn't think he could get more comfortable.

"You'll get there," he added with a nod towards Joaquin. "Takes time."

"Doubt it," Bucky mumbled and earned an elbow in his ribs. "It's a complicated move," he defended.

"Not the only thing he's been playing with for-- Ow!" Joaquin jerked his leg back from beneath the table and pouted even harder. Sam hooked his foot against Bucky's again. Okay, so the night could be better if his partners could learn to like each other. "His fingers aren't even that long. I have good fingers."

Sam sighed, world weary. "We are not doing this right now. It was an great mission. We're having a good time. Let's not--"

Bucky put his elbow on the table, holding his palm out to Joaquin, fingers spread. Joaquin shifted so he could lean across the table too, holding his hand against Bucky's. Though their palms were a near match, Bucky had half a knuckle length on Joaquin by the end of their fingers.

"What the hell?" Joaquin asked. "I played piano as a kid. I have good fingers."

"Yeah, my ma had me learning from the lady who played for the Catholic church down the road too," Bucky agreed. "All 'cause I had long fingers. Not any pitch or time keeping, just the hands."

Joaquin stretched his fingers and scooted his palm up just a little bit, trying to touch the tip of Bucky's fingers without moving too much. "You've got extra bones in there," he decided. "Your funky super soldier thing made you grow extra bones."

"Yeah," Bucky agreed with a roll of his eyes. "It's been doing that since I was a kid."

"Whatever, man," Joaquin grunted. He threw himself back into the booth seat cushion and crossed his arms over his chest. "Still doesn't explain why you can do it," he added towards Sam.

"I'm Captain America," Sam said with a shrug. "It comes naturally."

Bucky nudged him with a knowing grin and Joaquin scoffed. "Bullshit. I see how much you train with that thing."

"And how much do you train with it?" Sam asked pointedly. He laughed when Joaquin's pout got even deeper. "Come on, you've gotta practice with it to be able to use it effectively. It's not just a blunt force object. It's got its own physics."

"I'm getting more fries," Joaquin decided quickly. "You're being mean."

Sam laughed at the juvenility of it all. "Oh, come on!" he objected , still grinning, when Joaquin really did get up from their booth. "Hey, bring me another Dr. Pepper, could you?"

Joaquin's ego may be bruised, but he wasn't to the point of disrespect, so he nodded and skulked away.

"You're too hard on him," Sam admonished lightly. "It was just a bad bounce."

Bucky shrugged, unrepentant. He held his hand, palm up, out to Sam. Sam nudged his shoulder against Bucky's but put his hand on Bucky's hand. Bucky used the extra length he had on Sam to push Sam's palm down where it belonged, so the balls of their hands matched up.

Sam had good fingers too. Bucky thought so. Bucky really liked his fingers actually. But of the three of them, his fingers were the shortest. Usually the cleanest too, but that was besides the point.

"You know," Sam said faux-contemplatively, looking at the spread of his fingers, capped off by Bucky's fingertips, "back in school, we used to do this to flirt with the girls. Girls love a guy with big hands."

"Well, you know what they say about a fella with long fingers," Bucky suggested.

"What's what, Barnes?"

"They wear big gloves."

Sam pitched over with a laugh. Their hands stayed balanced and even, so when he sat back up, everything was as he'd left it. He could feel the tight pull of Bucky's palm beneath his, the way he was holding his hand flat and also pressing up into Sam's touch.

"I ain't never been the one with the smaller hands, y'know."

"Is it working?" Bucky asked. "Are you wooed by how big my hands are?"

Sam felt himself flush down to his fingertips and he knew Bucky would totally feel it too. Truth be told, Sam had been into Bucky's hands since a fight in some back alley in an otherwise beautiful city in Corsica, when Bucky ripped the slide out of someone's pistol and used it to pad his punches.

Sam had gotten taken off his feet for the momentary distraction, but they'd otherwise won the fight and walked away with some intel. Bucky walked away with more, because he couldn't share, but whatever.

"They're fine," he said with a shrug.

Bucky snorted and leaned into Sam's space. He shifted his hand over and laced their fingers together instead. Sam tracked their alternating fingers, light and dark, and squeezed Bucky's hand back. "Look a lot better like this."

"Yeah," Sam agreed in a breath. "I think so too." He tilted his head enough to get a quick kiss, which Bucky copied several more times. "Greedy," he teased.

And Bucky was gearing up with some smartass answer, but Joaquin beat him to it with a groaned, "I was gone for, like, two minutes tops! They didn't even have to make new fries."

"I was checking on the length of Sam's fingers," Bucky explained with a shrug. "And I don't think finger length has anything to do with being able to catch the shield. I think you're just bad at it."

Sam rolled his eyes and leaned back into the booth as Joaquin launched into some defensive rant, which only got worse when Bucky took several fries and shoved them in his mouth all at once.

Against his thigh, though, Bucky kept rubbing his thumb over the back of Sam's hand and squeezing his fingers against Sam's too.

It was a pretty good night.

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