#Don't worry they will fall in love again

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Sirius Black had had many lovers through all his life. But no one quite like Remus Lupin.

Before Remus, Sirius was a fool. Remus was his best friend and the most amazing person he knew. But their love story would not start yet.

Sirius started getting attention from girls since he was twelve. They stared, pointed, waved and giggled around him. At that time, he didn't want to do anything with the opposite sex. And it was weird. All these girls didn't even know him at all.

Sirius started being interested in girls when he was fourteen. It was easy for Sirius to get girls' attention. He could have the one he chose. But he actually was scared to have a girlfriend. He didn't know what to actually do. He was handsome and cool according to girls but they didn't actually know him. What if they didn't like who he was?

Sirius had his first girlfriend at sixteen. Julie had been his first romance. They met at the Black Family's annual New Year's Party. But she wasn't a pretentious girl, like the ones Orion tried to introduce him. She was quite interesting. They flirted and talked all night. And she kissed him at midnight. Julie was the first girl Sirius actually fancied. He did everything to be with her. But Sirius wasn't actually ready to be in a relationship.

Perhaps Julie had genuinely loved Sirius. And Sirius cared for her a lot. But at the time, he was an immature wanker who only wanted to have fun. And Sirius didn't appreciate her enough.

The next girls were meaningless. One after the other. They only knew the cool Sirius he wanted to show he was. They only saw this handsome, popular, rich lad. And Sirius was fine. He hated his true self. And he didn't want anyone to see him.

But then Remus started everything by kissing him. And Sirius fell in love for the first time. It was scary what he felt for Remus. Not only because he was a boy and Sirius didn't know what that made him. But also because he had never felt this about anyone. It was beautiful and frightening. Remus didn't only care about cool Sirius Black, but the real too. No one knew him like Remus did.

Sirius and Remus had the most passionate kind of love. They gave each other so much, everything without even thinking. They didn't think about consequences or anything else. Just what they felt for each other. Sirius sometimes felt like his heart would explode out of his chest. He loved Remus so much it physically hurt.

Everything was so beautiful. They were at the hype of their love until it went to shit.

Perhaps they moved so fast. But suddenly, living with each other in that flat became too much. Sirius felt trapped when all he wanted to do was be young and free. Sometimes he had to give up plans and parties for his clingy jealous boyfriend. They fought a lot and tried to fix it with meaningless sex. There was no more passion, no more comfort, no more affection. Sirius stopped recognizing Remus. He wasn't his precious Moony anymore.

Breaking up with Remus was the most difficult decision he had ever done. It took him a long time to make, and even longer to do. And when it was done, it hurt him like nothing else. Nothing had made him suffer this much.

Forgetting Remus was even harder. What came after him, were stupid drunk hook ups, mistakes and disappointments in love.

Sirius fell in love twice after Remus.

The first one was Gideon Prewett. James worked with his brother Fabian and it wouldn't be long till they met. Gideon gave Sirius the wildness of a young life. Gideon was a party person, experienced, free of commitment. And Sirius loved how he felt around him. Gideon made him feel the most powerful and beautiful bloke on earth. But Gideon didn't want anything serious. He used Sirius for partying and sex. And Sirius was fine with that. Because he didn't want anything either. Not after Remus. Not again. But that was before he fell for Gideon.

It was like a stupid crush with the school popular jock. Sirius loved how fascinating Gideon was. But he knew nothing was going to happen between them. Gideon was closeted with his family still. Nice Molly and perfect Fabian didn't know their brother was gay, or that he was a freaking wanker.

When Sirius dared to confess his feelings, Gideon laughed.

"I thought you said this was just for fun, Sirius. That you didn't want anything ... This was amazing until you fucked it up with feelings"

Sirius' heart was broken. He had experienced an unreciprocated love for the first time and it hurt.

The second time Sirius fell in love was with Abby... Oh Abby... She wasn't easy. Abby was getting internet famous for her beauty and fascinating voice. A celebrity.

Sirius saw her singing when he went to a bar with his friends and he was hooked. The first time he tried to talk to her, she completely ignored him.

"Sirius Black... I bet no one had ever reject you in your life..." Well, that was true "Maybe it is time someone does, don't you think?"

It became a fun game to chase after her. Sirius had to look for her number and be creative with ways to ask her out. She was the most beautiful girl he had seen in his life. And every time she rejected him, he wanted her more. He finally understood the whole fascination James used to have with Evans back at school.

Sirius had to wait patiently for a date. And later a kiss. And worst for sex. But every second of it was worth it.

Their relationship was perfect at first. Sirius became those assholes he used to hate. Using cheesy pet names and using a baby voices with her. But hell he was in love.

But Sirius slowly began changing without even realizing it.

Sirius did everything Abby told him because he wanted to please her. And because she could make him feel very bad and guilty in a second. At first he thought it was healthy to exercise with her and stop eating and drinking unhealthy things. But then she started telling him what to wear. How long to keep his hair.

Sirius convinced himself he was changing for the better, that love was making him better.

Abby was a social butterfly with her friends but she always seemed uncomfortable with Sirius' friends.

Sirius didn't see a bad sign not even when Walburga liked her. Walburga now divorced from Orion and back from Paris, wanted to mend things with her sons. Abby thought it was a brilliant idea.

"I know you have a dubious past with your mother, Sirius. But she is trying... Give her a chance"

Walburga was happy that Sirius had found himself a nice girl. Of course, she had hated all of Sirius' male partners so far. Especially Remus. But Abby seemed to be perfect.

Sirius didn't like what he was becoming. Abby was turning him exactly in what his parents had expected from him. Sure, it felt nice kind of getting along with his mother. But he wasn't being himself.

"7 years ago..." his phone showed him a video of Remus. It was shaking and overwhelming to see young Remus' face again. In the video, Remus was asleep.

"Look at my beautiful Moony sleeping... Isn't he adorable?"

His hair was wild and lovely, just the way Sirius used to adore.

"Sirius,..." Remus moaned "Let me sleep"

Sirius giggled "But the world deserves to see this..."

"The world?" Remus opened his eye "Sirius! Are you recording?"

There was struggle with the camera. And a few laughters.

"I swear to God, Sirius!" Remus protested "You are always with that camera"

Now Sirius was pointing at the two of them, lying next to each other in bed. Young Sirius was looking at Remus as if he was the most precious thing.

"I want to remember these moments forever"

Remus smiled, still with sleepy eyes. He gave Sirius a kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you more"

They kissed again.

"Now put that camera away!" Remus pushed it.

Sirius laughed "Okay..."

That was when the video ended. And Sirius from the present had tears in his eyes. Sirius loved Abby. But she would never make him feel what Remus did. No one would. And God, he was so happy back then... What had happened to that Sirius? Who was this person replacing him?

Sirius decided to break up with Abby the next day. Even if it cost him because he still loved her. He quit his boring job, and he took his leather jacket and his baby motorcycle from the garage. As well as all his old art supplies. He wasn't as happy as when he drew or painted. He was going to do it again. He was going to get that old Sirius Black back.

"I broke up with Abby..." Sirius' eyes still filled with tears.

"Oh..."

"You are the first person I tell" Sirius added "I don't want to tell my friends because they are going to tell me 'I told you so', you know?"

"Are you okay?"

Sirius could see the relief in his brother's eyes. Even if they were in a video call.

"Tell me the truth, Reggie" Sirius asked "Are you glad I broke up with her? Did you actually like her?"

Regulus was quiet for a while.

"I found her annoying and superficial" Regulus said

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you looked happy"

"As happy as I was with Remus?"

"Woah..."

"What?"

"I haven't heard you say his name in a while...That's all"

Sirius was silent.

"I think I haven't seen you as happy as you were with him"

Still Sirius didn't know what to say.

"Do you want to get back with him?"

Sirius swallowed "It doesn't matter what I want... Remus is dating someone else... Perfect Grant... He is so much better for Remus than me... It doesn't matter..."

"Okay, Sirius..."

"I think I need to be by myself for a while... Find myself again"

"That's good"

Sirius had been realizing lately that everyone wanted him or loved him for being handsome, or a Black, or fun to be around. Not because of who he really was. Only Remus did that. Sirius hadn't been more himself as he was with Remus. But it was too late for them now.

Remus had moved on. And Sirius would never get him out of his head. The moon and the Stars. Sirius had seeked for another moon during this time. But the moon was the moon, there was only one.

Sirius wondered if he would ever see Remus again.

[egophiliac]

Silver is finally here...he just took the title for the most beautiful card in TWST's history...

me five years ago: wow I really hope we get to see dragon Malleus someday! that'll be so nice and wonderful. I bet he's a big silly! :)

twst: :)

GOD. it occurred to me literally three hours before the anniversary stream that they might've been saving the reveal for then to just explode us all at once. this timing was EXTREMELY deliberate. thank you Twst. I can't even focus on all the Blazing Jewel stuff because Silver wielding the physical manifestation of his Complicated Dad Issues is busy eating my entire brain. and -- oh what's that? he duos with Lilia? I'M RUINED THANK YOU ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ

this is your warning that I'm going to be the most annoying person on the planet come Monday morning, thank you everybody and goodniiiiiiight

[doverstar]

in the final episode of the show, Vanessa tells Doofenshmirtz "you're basically a nice guy who's pretending to be evil" and it changes his entire view on his life. she points out it's not actually making him happier to be "evil". that end to his character is something I think about almost every week. Doof is such an unexpectedly-popular part of this zany cartoon and they chose to point out the most obvious thing about his character only in the last episode, and it makes you look at every rewatch differently with him. it's so great. it's great that Doofenshmirtz stops being evil at the end of Phineas and Ferb. growth is essential to characters. Candace had to grow, and Doof had to grow, and they were the true main characters of the show. the only ones who needed to learn, and they learned. and now in this new season they're choosing to retcon that for the sake of the formula? weak. weak. I hate that

[shirajellyfish]

Your problems are important, your brain is just prioritizing

When life becomes very difficult, it can start to feel like the problems you had before were unimportant. It can even start feeling like the problems others have are frustratingly unimportant in comparison to yours.

Like how could anyone worry about being treated equally, or with kindness, or about being given the freedom to pursue happiness, when today you're worried about finding even a bite of food to eat or a single sip of water to drink? Everything else seems so small and far away.

This is the thought version of an optical illusion. It's all important, your brain is just prioritizing the most immediate threat.

Let me give some examples and explanations, under the cut.

Prioritization is a survival strategy. It's understanding what is the most immediate problem to solve right now, and not getting distracted by things that won't be problems until later. The more urgent a problem is to solve, the more important it will feel. This is your brain's way of helping you survive when a lot of different problems exist at the same time. When there is a threat to your survival that needs addressed, your brain makes everything else feel unimportant so you will handle that urgent threat first.

If you are being attacked by a pack of hungry wolves, your body will prioritize. Things like digestion, the immune system, memory, and even clear thought are all reduced to minimum so every ounce of energy can go into dealing with the urgent threat- Fighting off and running from the pack of wolves that's currently trying to gnaw your legs off.

All these things your body has turned down are vitally important. Without them, you will die- but you will die later. If you don't do something about these wolves first, you will die now. Your body is prioritizing to keep you alive.

You push the leader of the pack off your body, even though it is a massive creature much heavier than you could normally lift this way. Your muscles are overexerting themselves, potentially even shredding themselves in the process, which will leave you with weakness and injury that may endanger your life later. But that is later. The wolf would have killed you right now.

Despite your injuries, you run. You do not feel the pain of the bite wounds on your legs. You run faster and farther than you ever have before. Doing this damages your body and worsens your injuries. That might endanger your life later, but you must run or else the wolves will kill you now.

You escape. The fact that it did not hurt to run away doesn't mean that your injuries were unimportant. Now that you're safe enough to stop and rest, you will have to deal with the next most urgent threat- you are exhausted, and badly injured, and very quickly losing blood. Forget the wolves, this is all that is important now.

With this prioritization, you have a chance to survive. One problem at a time, your body prioritizes.

It's not only the physical body that does this. The mind does it as well.

Imagine the largest life problem you can think of. Imagine, maybe, that someone has been diagnosed with a terrible disease. There is a treatment, but it only works about half the time. If this person's body does not respond to treatment, they will only have one month left to live.

Suddenly, all the problems they had in their life before- money, love, getting gas in the car, finding time to do things that make them happy- feels unimportant. This diagnosis is the most urgent threat to their life, so their brain prioritizes it above all else.

On their way to the hospital to try treatment of the disease, a car accident forces their car off a bridge and sends it hurtling down towards the water below. In that moment, suspended in the air, they forget about their diagnosis completely. What had seemed like the most important thing in the world has left their mind. All that remains is the approaching water.

Their brain is prioritizing, focusing all their worries on the most urgent threat to their life. That doesn't mean their diagnosis is unimportant, it just means that their disease is no longer the most immediate issue. Their disease may kill them later. This fall may kill them now.

They survive the plunge into the water, escaping their car and getting to rescue. They are treated at the hospital and their disease responds, they are cured. They will live.

Soon after, they find themself worrying again- about money, about love, about gas for their car and finding time to have fun.

They feel a deep sense of guilt. They survived, they are alive, shouldn't that be enough? Making it to tomorrow seemed like the only important thing in the world. They're here now, they made it. Why do they still feel like they have problems? Why are they worrying about things that felt so unimportant in comparison to 'real' problems?

Because they were all real problems. They were all important, the entire time. Their brain was just doing its best to help them survive by setting aside anything non-urgent, letting them focus solely on the most immediate threat. Now that immediate threat has been dealt with.

When times are difficult, your brain and body will prioritize.

The problems you had in the past were important.

The problems of others are important, even if they are not as urgent as ones you might be facing.

The problems that you will experience in the future will be important. It is normal to still have worries, even once the immediate threat has passed.

Please remember this, if you are going through difficult times. Your problems are important and valid, your brain is just prioritizing.

[kaisollisto]

[bumblingbabooshka]

Noss x Tuvok [Patreon | Commissions]

[yayforocs]

I Have Once Again Been Consumed By A Fic (Redstone and Skulk by @silverskye13

[ox1-lovesick]

hi

[rivers0lace]

My world is crumbling.

[restinpeacesensei]

me looking at the boueibu twitter news post and seeing the kanji for "new" next to "series" and then the kanji for "creation" and "decision": i am... misunderstanding this, right? i don't know japanese i don't know like 2 of the kanji in here. i must be misreading this

me scrolling through the rest of the twitter: oh,, oh i missed something recently didn't i

[more-glitter-more-pizzazz]

These are the days in your life

When the price of time is free

Like your daddy said the world is yours

So let it flow naturally

[connormoving]

loveee when a character is crushed under the weight of someone elses expectations for them love when a character dedicates their entire life to something they never even wanted for themself love when the only reason a character keeps going is because theyre Supposed to and bc theyre supposed to make another person happy/proud. YES !!! CLAPPING !!! YES !!!!!!!!

[novelconcepts]

I'm so bewildered by any time loop media where the protagonist doesn't at least try to tell someone what's going on. Literally anyone. Just once. You're gonna live it again, dude! They won't remember! Who cares if they think you're mental, you're just gonna fast-forward to your do-over point anyway!

[kath-artic]

guhhh i just wanna be his friend. i wanna talk to him again but that's gonna be such a hard conversation. i've gotta tackle it at some point, i'm just scared

[stxxrlights]

𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊!𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

drunk!sukuna who's friends call you to come pick him up because he is completely wasted. telling you that he won't stop whining your name and refuses to go with any of them. they apologize for interrupting your night but you don't mind.

drunk!sukuna who does not recognize you at first and swats your hand away everytime you try to touch him. "don't-don't touch me or i'll tell my girl-girlfriend. she's way scarier than me. and so much prettier than you".

drunk!sukuna who apologizes when he confirms that it's you over and over again with glossy eyes while his friends just shake their heads at his drunken antics. "why didn't you say it was you baby? now i feel so bad~"

drunk!sukuna who has to lean against you to walk straight and to the car as he starts blabbing about his day and other nonsense and now you truly believe that he is infact extremely wasted.

drunk!sukuna who pins you against the wall when you close the front door of your shared home trying to steal a kiss from you but you refuse though he keeps on trying. landing his kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose but not where he wants to. "stop moving and let me love you!" "you have to brush your teeth first" "fine!"

drunk!sukuna who refuses to drink a glass of water that you hand him. he's furrowing his eyebrows, arms crossed over his chest as he looks at it disgustingly. "you have to drink some water, kuna" "no!" "pretty please!... for me" "...okay..."

drunk!sukuna who you help shower to prepare him for bed as he can't really do anything by himself now. but the entire time he's staring at you and relishing in the feeling on your hands roaming around his body, his cheeks growing pink as he falls more in love with you.

drunk!sukuna who starts talking about how lucky he is to have found someone like you. how it makes his heart skip a bit anytime you're worried about him and when you do cute gestures for him. he tells you that words alone can not describe how much he loves you.

drunk!sukuna who sets you on the counter as you dry his hair while his hands are firmly placed on your hips still watching you. he wants to be as close to you as he possibly can, always holding you.

drunk!sukuna who demands kisses all over his face before he goes to bed and makes you declare your love for him. "it's enough now kuna. you need to rest" "no... i need twenty more kisses and a dozen i love you's"

drunk!sukuna who finally falls asleep after his well deserved kisses and affirmations. you watch as his chest rises up and down and his lashes resting on his cheeks. he just looks so beautiful and you can't stop thinking about how soft drunk!sukuna is.

drunk!sukuna who wraps his arms around you when you get into bed with him and surprisingly he places a kiss on your forehead and in a husky voice says, "thank you for taking care of me princess. i love you so much, sweet dreams"

comments and reblogs are appreciated

[sceletaflores]

slippin' and slidin' all over you!

pair: logan howlett x fem!reader

wc: 4k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, sweating, mutual masturbation, sweat licking (i don't know???), not-so-dry humping, p in v, JUST THE TIP RAHHH, creampie, fingering (fem!recieving), oral sex (fem!receiving), come swapping, come eating, literally over four thousand words of pure nasty smut, this is gross lowkey, idk i'm h*rny, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

nat’s note: very much not the winner or even an option of the poll i posted last week but...shhh don't hate me. it’s october and over 80 every single day, what the fuck is that? only good thing that came from this heat is thoughts of nasty sweaty sex with logan. once again shoutout to my wonderful husband @ebodebo for reading this over for me (i successfully changed her vendetta against sucking up some man sweat...which was the real point of this fic tbh) go give her fics some love if you're a slut for ghost! kisses!

logan forgot to fix the ac...

It's too hot out to be alive. 36°C and sunny.

One of the hottest days in recent memory for Alberta, and you're really feeling it.

"Remind me," you say slowly, the first words spoken in almost ten minutes. "How many times did I ask you to fix the air conditioner?"

"Don't start," Logan says from his spot across the room. His head is tipped back to rest on the couch cushion, eyes slipped shut.

You ignore him, lazily rolling your head to the side to look at him through squinted eyes, your brows furrowed in thought. "Was it ten? Or maybe thirteen?"

Logan huffs a breath, slow and heavy, but he doesn't move--doesn't even open his eyes. “I said don’t start,” he mutters again, though there’s the faintest edge of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry baby," you say, voice pitched lower in a terrible impersonation of Logan. "I'll get to it, promise. Won’t get too hot for another couple months."

Logan finally cracks an eye open, just enough to give you a sideways glance, his mouth twitching with amusement. "You done?"

You hum noncommittally, the sound lingering in the air like the lazy summer breeze doing nothing to cool the temperature outside. Your gaze slips down the side of his face to trace the jut of his jaw, then lower to the sweaty column of his neck. 

Both you and Logan lost most of your clothes earlier in the day, too hot to bother wearing anything but underwear. You trudged around the house like zombies until you finally gave up on trying to be productive, you both ended up in the living room. 

All the windows are cracked open, trying in vain to let in any cool air. You claimed the armchair closest to the fan, refusing to be anywhere near Logan and the massive heat wave he constantly gives off.

Logan’s on the couch, stripped down to the thinnest pair of sleep shorts you’ve ever seen. His chest is bare, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that mats the dark hair dusted along his pecs to his skin. 

You can’t help the way your eyes follow the drops of moisture that slide slowly down the contours of his abs. A low heat starting to swirl through your gut when it disappears into his happy trail.

It's funny. When you basically peeled yourself off your mattress this morning, sex was the absolute last thing on your mind.

Now, as your eyes glide over the strong expanse of Logan's body on full display, you're having second thoughts.

Maybe it just comes with the heat. That sort of slow, syrupy feeling that slides along your overheated skin to pulse pleasantly between your thighs.

A bead of sweat slides down the length of your spine slowly, falling until it soaks into the damp waistband of your panties. You try to not notice how Logan is halfway across the room, not touching you.

You fail.

“It’s just a shame, though,” you start, fingers idly toying with the hem of your tank top. “If it was cooler, I could come over there.”

You slide a leg up, letting it rest against the wooden rest, newly exposed skin gleaming under the sunlight filtering in. 

The move isn't lost on Logan. You see his jaw clench slightly, the tiniest shift in his posture.

"Something you wanted?" Logan asks, his voice going low and teasing. "Looks like you've been gettin' yourself all worked up over there."

“Just thinking,” you reply, shifting slightly on the sticky leather of the chair.

Logan’s fingers twitch at his sides, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. His eyes slide the rest of the way open, his gaze heavy and lingering as it ventures down to where your thin shirt sticks to your skin, outlining every curve.

“Oh yeah?” he prompts, his voice a little rougher now. “Thinkin’ about what, baby?”

“You,” you say easily, fingers slipping down to your thigh. You bring your other leg up, perching it against the opposite armrest. Your thighs spread wide enough that you know Logan has a full view of the wet spot growing along the gusset of your panties.

The hitch in Logan’s breath has you stifling a smug smile, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch the way his chest starts rising faster.

"That's real sweet, sugar," he drawls, an unimpressed look on his face as he drags his eyes back up to your own. "But if you're tryin' to get me over there, you're gonna have to do better than that." His voice slides through the air heavy and warm like molasses.

You bite back a grin, enjoying the slow game that's unfolding between the two of you. 

"Maybe I don’t want you to come over here," you let your fingers trail a little lower, just to the edge of your panties, teasing. “Maybe I like you right where you are.”

Logan’s brow raises, his thighs tensing before he spreads them just a touch wider. The fabric of his boxers goes taut over the strong muscle, riding up to expose even more hairy skin to your greedy eyes.

"You're playin' with fire, kid," he warns.

The tent in his shorts is obvious now, the hard length of his cock pressing against the fabric where it lays across his thigh. Your other hand twitches by your side at just the sight, your pussy throbbing with the sudden need to be filled.

"Am I?" you murmur, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, just enough to make sure he knows exactly where this is headed. ”It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it, you’re too busy pouting."

With a deliberate slowness, you slide your fingers lower, brushing against your clit with just enough pressure to let out a soft gasp at the contact. You arch your back slightly, relishing in the way the air feels against your skin, hot and sticky.

You want him to see how badly you need him—how his heat is the only thing that could truly satisfy the insatiable ache building between your legs.

Logan's nostrils flare, jaw tightening and eyes darkening at the sight of you teasing yourself. His restraint is slipping, and you can practically feel the tension building in the room, thick and stifling like the oppressive summer heat. 

But he still doesn’t move, doesn’t rush over like you expect him to. Instead, he shifts his hips slightly, spreading his legs wider and letting his hand fall on his thigh. 

You can’t help the way your breath quickens at the sight, the way his fingers drift dangerously close to his own growing bulge, teasing you just as much as you’re teasing him. 

You tilt your head to the side, gazing at him through your lashes. “You're really just gonna leave me hanging?” you goad, fingers circling lazily around your sensitive clit. “Come on stud, whip it out.”

Logan chuckles low, a sound that sends shivers through you. "Is that what you want, baby?" he asks, voice thick and taunting, a smirk curling on his lips. “You want me to whip it out for you?”

“Yeah,” you murmur breathlessly, biting your lip as you maintain eye contact, your breath starting to come in short bursts. “I need to see you, Logan. Need to see how hard you are for me.”

“Need to, huh,” he muses slowly, fingers finally grazing over the hard length of his cock. “What’s in it for me?”

“How about this?” You slip your hand out from your ruined panties, fingers glistening with your own wetness as you hook your thumbs on either side and drag them down your legs.

You let the soaked cotton fall to the floor, leaving you completely exposed to him.

Logan’s pupils dilate, an inky black completely swallowing the warm hazel. He licks his lips slowly, the tip of his tongue running along his teeth like he wants to sink them into you. His cock twitches visibly beneath his shorts, the growing tension in the air between you thick enough to choke on.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his voice low and gravelly, more of a growl than a word.

You smile, shifting in the chair to give him an even better view, your legs spreading wider. "Yeah?" you purr, running your fingers over your slick inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your own skin. “You like what you see?”

Logan swallows hard, his hand finally slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts, palming his cock as he watches you. “You know I do,” he says, voice rougher than before. 

You let your hand trail back down to your clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles as you hold his gaze. “Then show me, Logan,” you whisper, your voice almost a plea now. "I wanna see you."

Logan lets out a low, rumbling groan, his fingers making quick work of shoving his shorts down enough to free his cock. It springs free to slap lewdly against his stomach and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips at the sight.

He strokes himself slowly to start, his eyes locked on you, watching your every reaction, feeding off the way your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths.

"Like this?" he asks, his tone taunting as he strokes himself from base to tip, his thumb swiping over the head with a low hiss. “That what you wanted?”

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, straining and in his hand. The sight of his thumb brushing over the tip of his cock sends a hot, electric pulse through your body, your hand between your legs moving in time with his slow strokes.

"Yeah," you whisper, voice trembling with need. "Just like that."

You slip your hand lower, sliding two fingers inside yourself with a low moan. Logan groans like he’s the one being touched, his hand speeds up, eyes glued to where your fingers disappear in your slick heat.

His cock leaks pre-come over his knuckles each time his fist passes over the dripping head, the wet sound of it mixing with the low hum of the fan and your own breathy sighs.

"You look so fuckin' good like this honey," Logan groans, his voice rough, strained. "All spread out, playing with that pretty pussy for me."

You whimper at his words, your body aching for more than just your own touch. You need him, need the feel of his rough hands on your skin, his mouth, his cock—anything.

Your fingers move faster, slipping deeper inside with each pump, but it’s still not enough. The stretch is nothing compared to taking Logan, to the feeling of him carving a place for his thick cock inside your pussy, hitting that spot inside you that your fingers can’t quite reach.

Your hips buck up towards your hand, your back arching off the chair as your free hand clutches the armrest tightly.

Logan’s pace quickens, his fist pumping his cock with a new urgency, heavy balls bouncing with every rough tug.

“God, look at you, such a needy fuckin’ thing” he growls, chest heaving as his gaze flicks between your flushed face and the glistening mess you’re making of yourself like he can’t decide where to look. “You want it bad, don’t you?”

"Please," you whine, desperation creeping into your voice. Too keyed up to draw this out any longer. “I need you inside me, Logan. I can’t take it anymore.”

Logan groans, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest. His hand falters slightly on his cock, squeezing hard around the base as your words push him dangerously close to the edge. His jaw clenches, eyes raking over you, and with a growl, he stands. 

The last threads of his restraint snapping.

 He crosses the room in two long strides, towering over you where you sit. His cock swollen and hard, sways between his legs with every step, glistening with pre-come that drips to the floor. His eyes, hooded and burning, drink you in as he reaches down, yanking your hand away from your slick heat.

“Thought you said it was too hot to move,” you tease breathlessly, unable to quit egging him on even when your legs start to tremble with need, spreading wider to welcome him.

Logan ignores you, tugging your hand to his lips. Your breath catches in your chest, a weak moan escaping you as he takes your soaked fingers in his mouth. His tongue swirling along your skin to taste you, his eyes never leaving yours as he does.

“Changed my mind,” he growls, strong hands rough and possessive as they drop your wrist and haul you out of the chair so he can spin around, collapsing into it with you in his lap. The wood gives a warning creak beneath you but neither of you care.

Not when his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding as he slides his tongue past the seam of your lips. The heat radiating off his body is suffocating, but you welcome it—craving the weight of him on you.

You melt against him, feeling the hard planes of his body against yours, every inch of him alive and pulsating with need. Logan’s hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging in just enough to send a rush coursing through you.

It’s intoxicating, the way he devours you, his hands exploring every inch of your back, grasping and pulling you impossibly closer. 

The hard jut of his cock presses against your thigh, a thick plane of heat that makes your pussy throb with need. You shift your hips, grinding down on him in messy circles.

“You feel that?” he growls, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s all for you, darlin’.”

“Need you,” you whimper, grinding down against him faster, desperate for the friction that sends pleasure rippling through you. “Please, Logan, I need you inside me now.”

“Hold on, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending sparks all up your spine.

He dips his head, capturing your lips again, while his hands roam hungrily down your sides, fingers curling around your thighs to urge your legs open wider. “You wanna tease me, you’re gonna have to get off just like this.”

Logan angles his hips so that his cock slips between your drenched folds the next time you roll your own down.

The hot, slick glide sends electric shocks of pleasure racing through you, your body responding instinctively to his touch. You gasp against his lips, fingers tangling in his hair as you push down, desperate for more.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he growls, his voice dripping with lust as he watches your movements with hungry eyes. “Just for me, huh? She’s droolin’ just for me.”

You nod breathlessly, chasing the friction, craving the feel of him so close. You lift your hips and rock back down again, the blunt head of his cock brushing against your swollen clit, and you feel your body pulse in response. 

“More,” you plead, leaning in to nibble at his lower lip. “I need it.”

Logan pulls away, shaking his head with a wicked grin. “Come on, tough shot,” he says, giving your ass a quick smack and kneading the tender flesh in his hand roughly. “You’re gonna come like this, you can do it baby.”

You whine, dropping your chin to your chest. Your hands find his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into the strong muscle. Your chest slips slickly against his, the front of your tank almost entirely soaked with sweat.

Yours or his, it doesn't matter. The white cotton turned transparent enough that your breasts are on full display, nipples hard and visible.

You watch a single bead of sweat make its way down the length of his throat. It trickles down and down and down until it dips between the pronounced muscles of his chest.

You duck your head, dragging your tongue up the valley of his pecs. A deep moan bursts from your lips, pussy drooling more slick over Logan’s cock at the coarse feel of his thick hair on your tongue, at the heady taste of his sweat filling your senses.

Logan groans, hands tightening their hold on your waist. The dull ache his strength leaves behind is enough to let you know that two hand shaped bruises will be blooming over your skin by tomorrow morning. 

“Come on, girly,” he encourages, nipping at the sweaty column of your throat, the sharp points of his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin deliciously. “Fuck me, give it to me good.”

Your hips speed up, his hard cock sliding through the slick folds of your cunt faster. The tip bumps against your clit deliciously with every move, smearing pre-come along the way to add even more to the mess between your legs.

“Gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he groans, breath puffing warm and hot agasint the slick skin of your lips. “Pump you so full of my come you’ll be leakin’ for a goddamn week.”

He shifts underneath you, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance just enough for it to push inside on the next grind of your hips.

The barely there fullness has you coming with a sharp cry, nails roughly dragging down Logan’s back hard enough to leave red welts that heal as you go.

The pain mixing with the pleasure of finally getting to feel the warm, wet suction of your pussy has Logan coming with a rough shout of your name. He throws his head back, hands tightening their grip on your hips enough to have your bones grinding together as he pumps you full of his come. 

“Logan…” you mewl, your pussy fluttering over the tip of his cock, greedy little clenches like you're trying to suck him the rest of the way in. Drunk on the way his release paints your insides, how you can feel each thick spray coating your walls to claim you in the rawest way.

Logan pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and smoldering as he watches you squirm in his lap.

"You’re not tapping out on me already, are you?" he teases, his voice rough and gravelly. "I thought you were tougher than that."

A weak, breathy laugh escapes you, but it’s cut short when he applies just a little more pressure, making your thighs quiver. "Not tapping out," you manage between shallow breaths, your head falling back against the chair. "But you’re—fuck—you’re insatiable."

Logan smirks, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of your throat, his teeth scraping just enough to send shivers coursing through you.

"When it comes to you, baby?" he murmurs against your skin, the heat of his breath fanning over your pulse point. "Fuckin’ always."

A lazily smile takes over your lips as you tighten your core and push, the rest of Logan’s come leaking out over his fingers. Logan groans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder to try and ground himself.

His cock throbs where it sways heavily between his thighs, still hard and ready to go even after he just came. His hand slips down your body, thick fingers running through the creamy mess of come and slick to messily push it back inside you.

“Fuckin’ shit, honey,” he groans lowly, pressing his thumb to your clit. “You’re gonna kill me.” 

Before you can respond, he stands again, gently placing your trembling form back into the chair and dropping to his knees in front of you.

Your breath hitches, legs widening despite the way your pussy shakes with overstimulation, like you can’t help but spread your legs for Logan anytime he wants.

Logan smirks up at you from between your legs, his lips already ghosting over the inside of your thigh. "Look at you," he growls, voice low and filled with lust. "Still so needy."

The slick heat of his tongue runs along your folds, lapping at the mess he just made of you. You let out a sharp gasp, thighs trembling as your fingers weave into his hair, tugging him closer.

The sensation is overwhelming—the rough, demanding pace of his tongue as it swirls around your clit, teasing you, while his hands grip your thighs with bruising force. Keeping you exactly where he wants you, keeping you spread open for his tongue.

Your body arches off the chair with a loud cry, every nerve alight with raw pleasure as he feasts on you, his growls vibrating against your sensitive skin.

"Fuck! Logan," you moan breathlessly, head falling back as you try to keep up with the sensations he's pulling from you.

The heat that was pooling low in your belly reignites, stoked by the way his tongue flicks faster against your clit, each stroke sending you higher.

Logan doesn’t let up, his tongue delving deeper, drinking in every moan, every shaky gasp as he drives you closer to the edge. He moans into your pussy, his own arousal clear in the way his hips buck into the air, seeking any kind of friction.

You tug on his hair harder, desperate for more, for release. "Logan, please," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with need.

"Atta’ girl," he rasps, his voice thick with desire as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "So fuckin’ pretty like this. You gonna give me another one, baby? Gonna come for me again?"

Every lick, every rough squeeze to your thighs, every teasing stroke sends you spiraling closer to that edge you’re dying to reach again. You can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath hot against your soaked skin and driving you wild.

“Logan, I—” You gasp, fingers tightening in his hair, urging him closer, closer, closer. “I’m so close—”

His eyes flick up to meet yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, nose and jaw glistening in your juices.

"Give it to me," he growls, the rough rasp of his voice sending a shiver through your overheated body. "I wanna feel you come on my tongue."

It’s all the encouragement you need. With a strangled cry, your body tenses, thighs quaking as the orgasm crashes over you.

Logan keeps his mouth on you, tongue working you through every pulse, drawing it out until you’re trembling and gasping, your body boneless in the chair.

When you finally come down, panting and spent, Logan pulls away. With one last kiss pressed over your clit, he makes his way up your body, not dropping eye contact as he settles over you.

His hand comes up to your face, thumbs meanly hooking into either side of your cheeks to gently force your mouth open. You part your lips willingly, the heat still radiating between you, a mix of lingering pleasure.

Logan leans in, and the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex surrounds you as he spits what he collected from between your legs back into your own mouth. 

Your cheeks burn with shame, a broken moan ringing through the space between you. Your glassy eyes stare into Logan’s, his own gaze so intense and all consuming you fight the urge to squirm.

"Swallow," he commands, unwavering. 

You hesitate for just a moment, caught off guard by the pure audacity, but the way his eyes darken with hunger makes your resolve crumble. With a breathless whimper, you obey, tasting the remnants of your own pleasure mingling with his, the act both humiliating and intensely arousing.

Logan watches you closely, his gaze never straying as you swallow, a dirty smirk creeping onto his lips. “That's my girl,” he praises, his tone thick with satisfaction.

As the taste lingers on your tongue, you can feel the weight of Logan’s stare like a physical touch.

“Think you can handle another round?” he teases, his voice low and sultry. “I don’t plan on letting you off that easy, kid. Not with all that mouthing off earlier.”

You catch your breath, shaking your head in exasperation. “You’re relentless,” you whisper, a hint of laughter in your voice, though your body betrays you, already craving more.

“Only for you, baby” he replies, brushing the strands of hair plastered to your sweaty forehead behind your ear. “Only for you.”

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