#the silent curator

[forbiddensaintessandsinner]

The Creators of the Dimensional Rift

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"What lies in a full separation of time and reality..."

"From anything in the universe. There is another dimension... That cannot be entered by a god's will and power..."

"The grand library... Where only the strangest tales are ever to be written down by none whoever could think of. This was the home by the head herself known as the... 'The Author'..."

"However she was not alone in this grand place... This grand yet strangest place was home... To them are known as a the 'Creators'. Chosen to create more of the oddest tales that the author allows them to continue with free will."

"The left side of the the grand library, is the home of the creators of the resurrection lifespan of humanity."

"This right side of the grand library, is home of the creators of the seventh rift."

"The Center of the Library... Is where the Author lies within resting and watching as the shelves grow bigger and bigger. And is also where the eternal 'Cycle of Insanity' and it's heart from it's Creator is kept under the Author's watching."

"These tales only existed here..."

"And so will it's Insanity and Abnormality."

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Within the Right side of the Library, only the seven creators who had mastered as created the Dimensional Rift Border as known to be the far masters to all seven countries... Who are made by their own creations, including the citizens as well.

There are seven though more who share the same titled as the 'Creator' within this side of the library who are still present at this day and year....

(The Other OCs in the same pictures are followed by Order, and the OCs are )

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"The Six Dragons of the Island of Enchantment."

The Creators of the Island of Enchantment. And the masters who created of the half-myth race.

By their own blood and will, all five of them ruled which each based of the unwanted four lands connected to another by a circle while the fifth one stayed in the middle.

Currently they still rules by their own within the past and the present timeline, for they can be in the library or in their own countries watching.

Creator Name/s Reveal:

Emperor of Crystalsle: Aibek Izar

Emperor of Springfield: Kalhar Keldan

Emperor of Summerville: Donovan Sargon

Empress of Autumntown: Cerriwen Demeter

Empress of Wintergreen: Blanche Demetria

Fun Facts about the Six Dragons:

All five of them are married.

Aibek is the eldest, Kalhar as the second, Donovan as the third, Cerriwen as the fourth, then Blanche as the youngest.

All five of them have different sexualities.

Though as Aibek who is the eldest he is fair with his siblings with respect, including his wife, his children and in-laws.

All five of the siblings share the same title as the Creator of the Island of Enchantment.

Though they are still the rulers, they are fair with their creations/citizens, for their wanting of peace.

Cerriwen and Donovan have daily bickerings, Kalhar and Blanche are sometimes chill but with seriousness. Aibek is fine with his siblings chaos.

Anger of each of the five shall not be tested at once.

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"The Demoness Empress."

The Sole Creator of the Dungeon Inkhell. The Mistress who created the Demon-Type Race.

By her own will of cruelest of her hands, created a land that can only existed underground deeper than any hellspawn than anything else that can be known of.

Is currently watching her work within the Grand Library, while the current ruler reigns upon the deadish city within the bloody cage.

Creator Name Reveal: Audrina Enyo

Fun Facts about the Demoness Empress:

Apparently, she is also married to another Creator in the Resurrection Side, who happens to be her husband.

If looks can kill, so will her own appearance. She doesn't care about the amount of attention she received.

Her own Sexuality? Can fuck with anything. Do not test it at her. (Her husband has full access with it)

Despite her brutality towards her citizens/creations in Dungeon Inkhell, she doesn't mind letting them to know what having a heart is to their destined partners.

Silent is her pure death presence within her own hell.

Also has two children (who are born genderless) after her marriage, but treats them with patience as a mother.

||She can expose her tits thanks to some of her clothes, do not mind it||

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"The Glass Statue."

The Sole Creator of the Kingdom of Priamonia. The Mistress who created the gem curse known as the 'Eternity of Greed'.

By her eyes that shines through as the brightest, created a land where only her creations can have access to the curse and can inflict it to one another, a curse that can never be broken by another spell.

Is currently watching her work within the Grand Library, while the current rulers who rules upon the kingdom that shines through her own mirror.

Creator Name Reveal: Onya Tanzanite

Fun Facts about the Glass Statue:

Is also married like the rest of her fellow creators, has a husband who is in the Resurrection Side.

Her sexuality is rather hard to guess, but doesn't have a preference.

Well isn't humanish if you notice it. Well is beautiful as a gem or glass statue, despite that she can walk and talk as a being itself.

Never gets angry.. But becomes more greedier for the eyes.

||She doesn't have eyes, she has glass sockets for her eyes but they are see through if you look closer at her like a mirror.||

Oddly... She doesn't shatter. No one knows how or why.

||As the creator of the 'Eternity of Greed' She collects eyes and turn them into gem or glass balls. Consider that she loves them as she gets them.||

Despite her blindness (as in greed) citizens/creations. She doesn't mind if they get accepted as a whole worth it of a price for a living than it's own wealth.

She is definitely beautiful to make you cover your eyes.

Has a son that she's has taught them of proper mannerisms.

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"The Blood-lusted Beast."

The Sole Creator of the Revoltion City. The Mastee who created the Inner Beast Race.

By his silent words of his lips and fingers, created a land where only the dangerous of the largest beasts can only be tamed or roamed freely within.

Like the rest, he is also watching his work from the Library as he watches some of the main heading of the clans ruling over the city, being the untameable and wild.

Creator Name Reveal: Sverre Gryphon

Fun Facts about the Blood-lusted Beast:

Has a husband and is also married, like the rest. His husband is also in the resurrection side as well.

His sexuality? Never has known it but doesn't have preferences on any gender.

Is not very humanish from the first glance of course, doesn't look even the slightest human within the flesh and bone.

He controls very aspect of every single of the blood-lusted creatures in Revoltion City, the tamed and the untamed.

The Main Master of any based Assassination. Do not try and test it with him.

Can meter up the control and power of each contracted blood creature and towards their master, such as the mind control and further more. Which it includes their venom within them as well.

Towards their out of controlled creations/citizens within his work. The word tame and control is welcome if anyone had tried to.

Their growl and it's sound when angered? Honey just run.

Has a daughter but is a bit rebellious.

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"The Solarian Twins."

The two Creators of the Themyscira Empire. The twins who created the Cresteria Race.

By a separation of the two light of both day and night through both of the sun and the moon, created a land above the clouds where heaven cannot be there at all.

Just like the Dragons, they can both still rule by their own within the past and the present timeline, for both can be in the library or in their own country watching, though they mostly stayed within the library.

Creator Name/s Reveal:

Sunlight of the Celestial: Aelius Caelus

Moonlight of the Abyssal: Aruna Caelus

Fun Facts about the Solarian Twins:

They both hold the same title as the Creators of their work.

Both of them are single (but has different preferences on based their sexuality apparently)

Who is the eldest one between them? Actually both of them are, so not one of them are the youngest even if they are twins.

The facial looks of both are mysterious as they are but different as the creators, the Sun gains appreciation while the Moon gains respecting.

The Sun has a quiet personality while the Moon has a calm personality. But both are mostly intimidating as they should be.

Despite both of their strictly up-put towards their citizens/creations, they wouldn't mind letting them to have a feeling of happiness on anything.

Whenever the sun is in a bad mood, the moon would calm them down without making a fuss. But the roles can reversed.

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"The Wandering Willow."

The Sole Creator of the Land of Wisteriana. The Mistress who created the Forest Whisperling Race.

By the sounds of her softish voice and gaze, created a forest land where the wanderers wander around within the mystical woods, whether to be lost or finding a place to stay for long.

Like some of the creators, she still rules rule by their own within the past and the present timeline, for both can be in the library or in their own country watching through the spirit oak tree, though she mostly watches within the library much more.

Creator Name Reveal: Lila Freesia

Fun Facts about the Wandering Willow:

Is also Single like some of the creators (but can be considered bi or les)

Her persona is quite difficult to read but is quiet but mostly holds her curiosity towards anything else that catches her eye.

Beautiful Singer... Like a creature luring you to a demise.

||Due to an amount of hearing of her songs, she collects ears so no one can hear the soft music||

||The Flowers on her hair whom they are ascessories are dangerous to touch, do not do it||

Has an unlike of an anger... Do not test her ok?

Despite her wandered to get lost creations/citizen, she wouldn't mind letting them to find a new place to call it a home to stay.

Can create tons of flowers, but rather the most strangest ones yet to see to be grown.

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"The Silent Curator."

The Sole Creator of the Glowndia Isle. The Master who created the Angel-Type Race.

By his blessings bestowed upon his wings and words. Created a land upon the clouds which heaven cannot at the highest heights of the skies.

Is currently watching his work within the Grand Library, while the current rulers reigns upon the holy city within the orders or the bible.

Creator Name Reveal: Benedict Emmanuel

Fun Facts about the Silent Curator:

Is also married like some of the creators, so he has a wife(who is born genderless).

Due to his silent yet strong cold behavior he is hard to read on a certain basis with the other creators.

Looks respectfully and mostly a normal way but a bit different as a creator within his work.

Of course, ||holiness and a bible with him on rare days.||

Similar to Demon Empress, the silence around him is also his death presence. Though much more on the heaven kind than hell.

Despite his strictness with his creations/citizens, he doesn't mind letting them have the experience of freedom within their cages.

His words and sentences are much ||bibled-related|| so yeah, he can cuss a bad word for once but not daily.

Has a daughter but she tends to be clingy around him or his wife at any day and time.

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If you're expecting more, such as the resurrection side, the cycle of insanity, and the main author.

Please wait for a later date as the author gets her rest. :3

[maureen2musings]

Silence

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[paper-possum-party-pal]

It is time to unveil the final character in the Proctor Lineup!

Meet The Director!

The Director is an oc I made when I was first getting into The Stanley Parable after thinking ‘hey, I associate The Narrator with yellow and squares and The Curator with blue and triangles, what if there was a third one associated with red and circles?’ And thus, The Director was Born.

The three proctors are siblings that collectively watch over Earth to observe humans. They’re not really sure the exact reasons for doing so, other than the vague knowledge of humans being particularly dangerous toward their kind which they retained from the Informis Voxumis they split from. The Director is the ‘middle’ sibling based on how quickly they gained their bearings after the initial split, with the Curator having done so before them and the Narrator after. All of them grew increasingly curious about humans, and while the Curator went to spend time among them and brought one into her space and the Narrator created a human using the essence of one that had recently passed, The Director made a human completely by scratch. Funnily enough, none of them initially realized that the others had started interacting with humans, so for a while they were hiding it from each other until The Curator found out about Stanley through a slip up from The Narrator during a conversation. The Narrator thought he successfully covered it up but was proven wrong when The Curator connected her museum to his parable and added the museum ending. They found out about The Directors human last since they tend to be much better at keeping to themselves, though The Director was aware of the other two’s protagonists.

The Director’s story is called ‘The Allegory of Grey’, because it knew that doing so would bother The Narrator, not only because ‘It’s blatant plagiarism of my work, my ideas!’ but also because Grey’s given last name is Anderson and it’s funny to hear the Narrator rant about the ‘wasted potential, I mean seriously, you could have used alliteration right there! ‘The Allegory of Anderson’ has much better flow and I know you agree so why would you not change it?!’. It loves messing with its siblings and once it finds out about TK they become best buddies and everyone suffers for it. TK loves being the distraction while The Director works in the background. The Director messes with The Curator far less because they know that she has little tolerance for their shenanigans and will toss them out of her space. The Director was the one to come up with the sibling’s last name, and had only chosen it so that when you said it’s full name out loud it would sound like ‘Director’. This bothers the other two, but they don’t argue too much because honestly Torrent is a pretty good last name to be stuck with when you’re as dramatic as these three. Stanley and Mariella are friends with The Director and Grey and will sometimes come down to ‘The Studio’ to hang out, chat, and chill.

Due to the Directors love of horror and built up frustration at having to watch humanity to ensure they don’t become a threat, it builds The Allegory. The Allegory is a sandbox initially made to take their frustration out on a ‘human’ by subjecting them to whatever horror thing they were interested in exploring. The Director takes inspiration from the countless types of horror games and movies that exist in play style, themes, monsters, etc. They think about putting a real human in it, but that would raise some suspicion as messing with the plane of existence humans live on would cause noticeable interference. So they created a human that was essentially an ai that would follow orders and experience whatever new horrors The Director wanted to explore. Grey and The Director initially start out as opposing forces similarly to Stanley and The Narrator, but they slowly warm up to each other as The Director first realizes they are sentient, and then actually considers the impact that living through the allegory might have on their psyche. Grey does not forgive The Director immediately, in fact, it takes a very long time and a lot of effort on The Director’s part to improve for Grey to even consider it. One of the things they bond over is art and painting, which led to them painting each other in their down time once The Director gets a human form.

One thing to note about the siblings human forms is that they are incredibly difficult to make, and trying to make tweaks can lead to accidentally unraveling the form and having to start over. Furthermore, the Informis Voxumis method of splitting into new entities to reproduce has a few requirements to ensure that they are strong enough to use all of their abilities and won’t be stunted when doing things such as taking new forms. This is why all three siblings need glasses and The Director needs hearing aids. The Narrator has asthma and blood pressure issues in his human form, while The Curator has arthritis and several allergies, mostly mild skin allergies but some are more severe. All three get migraines all of the time and have some kind of back problems that occasionally lead to the use of canes.

This post is getting super long so I’ll leave you with these last images. I’ll have a profile for Grey done in the future, but if you go back to the very first piece of artwork I posted, you can see them in the background behind Mariella! That appearance is how they first looked when The Director created them. It’s kind of interesting that there aren’t a lot of original characters that people make for this game. I’ve seen some office sona’s but not really other characters that are like The Narrator or Curator. At least I haven’t seen them so maybe I’m looking in the wrong places. If you have some of your own I’d like to hear about them!

Final Lineup!

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

tooootallyyyyy not writing writing self insert ship fanfiction about Madame Curator nooooo couldn’t be me

why hello totally completely random anonymous anon !!

i would absolutely adore if you actually did write self-insert ship fanfiction and you and Madame Curator (meeee) that totally wouldn’t be lowkey based on reality hahaha no totally absolutely couldn’t be youuuu

also that means i’ll maybe have 3 WHOLE FICS about this blog, and I find that to be a true accomplishment lol

[bleaksqueak]

Listening to music on Youtube Obscure Problem 947 like: "Just because I put on TENDER SUGAR doesn't mean I want you to autoplay into a "SILENT AND CHILL" playlist of the NARCOLEPTIC ASS DEPRESSION FEST THAT IS THE INCIDENTAL MUSIC. I love the Silent Hill OSTs but I'M WORKING NOT LAMENTING IN A RUSTING BATHTUB FOR 6 HOURS"

How many times have we been through this, old man. I tell you not to play these mixes, and you manage to find 50 more. I'm begging you, good people. Stop making Silent and Chill compilations. You're too powerful already. I have to be in the Right Mood to listen to Not Tomorrow and you can't just do this to me while I'm trying to draw some cute shit with Lyra and her ménage.

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

No matter how good X-Men '97 is, no one should be advocating for Beau DeMayo to be rehired until we know exactly why he was fired in the first place. Considering his history (he was previously fired from The Witcher for being toxic to the other writers), there's certainly enough to suggest that it was for something serious and Disney/Marvel is telling everyone to keep quiet about it to avoid bad publicity for their latest hit. It would also reflect really badly on them if it came out they put someone into a position of power who had just been fired from another show for toxic behaviour. After the first season is finished I wouldn't be at all surprised if more details eventually do start to come out.

[gravehags]

nihil having beef with curator reader for an unknown reason is so funny to me lmao he really said “you like that cardinal guy? yikes some people’s taste” as if copia isn’t built from the same malewife cloth as him lmao

[milkstoner]

I don't have an insta 😔

I do have to respect that honestly.

[lesbischl]

i have been avoiding coming here im ngl bc its been So Weird to just not see ANYONE talk about a literal genocide thats happening. its been like, what, 21 days and im only now seeing anything at all. like what is wrong with some people.

[sebdoesthings]

I can't take posting on ao3 anymore, it makes me feel so uncomfortable. In an ideal scenario I would stop posting fic altogether, but I've made a promise to my readers that I would never abandon a fic partway through. This is something that is intrinsic to my process, something that sets me apart from other writers. My multi-chapter fics are finished before they ever get posted.

So I want to keep that promise. I think what I'll do is finish Thyme on ao3 because there's only one chapter left, and then post the rest of All of His Colours on ko-fi for free without a paywall. I've already posted the first chapter there just now, and I was able to format it in a way I like. I'll share the posts on tumblr whenever I post them just like I used to, and I'll make a masterpost with links to all chapters.

It's not a perfect solution by any means, but it's one I might be able to live with.

[viktorbf]

my school has said that they will not lead some big shot visitors to our floor because of "antisemitic" wall paintings (it's all pro-palestine slogans) so that's great. i think they should just go kill themselves honestly.

[shrimpmandan]

we genuinely need to reinvent the concept of being annoyed with someone for nonproblematic normal reasons instead of making up the most unhinged claims possible on the fly to justify wanting to beat them to death with a rock

[13eyond13]

where's all my blogs with nothing but memes at

[94erz]

The thing that upsets me about the new collab are the folks attacking people in the fandom not supporting it, saying that even the group had controversy in the past so we should be okay with the collaborators. Like, wow, way to throw the group you claim to love under the bus and for what, exactly? Do folks really think this collab is jimins big break in the states so let’s forget about everything else, or…?

TW for mentions of assault/sexual assault and child abuse;

"Controversy" as if Kodak Black isn't a rapist of an underage girl...like I know it's not a competition of ''who has fucked up the most'' but at least we all know no one in BTS has something like this on their resume of fuck ups. No one in BTS has a history of shooting at people's homes with kids inside, like okay so BTS have a racist past, fans are free to do with that what they will, but none of them are serial, violent criminals.

BTS (and by BTS I just fucking KNOW who they actually mean) got their shit together and grew up. They actually learned and changed and have not repeated their problematic behavior. Can't say the same for a lot of others who continued to do horrible shit and are not apologetic about it at all...

It's just a song, a song he's on for mere seconds, they could stream FACE instead and give it a re-comeback versus support this song where the majority of the royalties don't even go to Jimin. It's really not worth it.

[silentlondon]

Your silent cinema Valentine

If you truly love something, let he, she, they or it know. Now, in this instance, I am talking about silent film, and it is the season for wearing your heart on your sleeve, so here’s an opportunity to do just that. Coincidentally, if you are the sort of person who has considered giving up talkies for Lent this is also very much right up your avenue. Cinema’s First Nasty Women: A Demographic…

[mistyorchid]

Meet-Cute

Old Man!Logan x fem! reader

summary: Failed talking stages inspire you to meet someone irl. Riding an older man in the backseat of his limo makes you forget about the immature boys who ghosted you on Hinge. Ch. 2 Ch. 3 warnings: MDNI, no use of y/n, smut, age gap, reader is 21+, fingering, riding, size difference, praise kink, pet names (doll, baby, sweet/good girl, sweetheart), unprotected p in v, light slapping, oral (male!receiving), creampie, car sex (nobody's around tho), logan's slutty glasses. wc: 3k

Hinge. The app designed to be deleted. You smiled as you pushed the cart, daydreaming about chucking your phone into the nearest lake. The few matches that you received often ghosted you after a week, afraid of committing to a real date.

So here you were, aimlessly strolling through a grocery store. Desperately begging the universe for a real man.

You spent an embarrassingly long time curating the perfect outfit to attract a guy worth your time. Casual enough for a quick errand, but still chic. I want to be with someone who admires my confidence. They shouldn't reprimand me for expressing myself.

That's how the feminist part of your brain explained your attire. The other touch-starved half, however, wanted to wear the shortest skirt you owned just to feel men stare holes through it.

You turned into the bakery aisle and pretended to evaluate the nutritional contents of a massive chocolate cake. Maybe this could be plan B, if tonight's endeavor was hopeless.

The comforting hum of fluorescent lights softened the sterile environment around you. Memories of simpler times floated in your mind. Handmade school lunches. Gentle kisses placed on your knee after a bad fall. You closed your eyes, lulled by the promises of love you were granted as a child. Now an adult, you yearned for a partner that could nurture you in a romantic way.

Logan overheard a bag of produce spill onto the floor as he picked up a shopping basket. The cashier dropped it when he saw Logan's blood-stained dress shirt.

Mumbling a string of profanity, he decided to release some steam. "Show's over!" he snapped, flippantly tossing his right arm behind him.

Ignoring the shocked gasps of the other shoppers, Logan sulked further into the store in search of something to soothe his palate.

His doctor tentatively ordered him to "lay off the booze," a suggestion that left three deep puncture wounds in the drywall of his office. Alcohol numbed the emotional and physical pain that plagued him, but it also further delayed his healing powers.

Logan's skeleton was withering away, and all he wanted was a fucking sweet treat.

Your body braced for impact as your chest made contact with a shopper haphazardly turning into the aisle. After dropping the cake onto the pristine white tile, you closed your eyes again, salvaging the moment of peace that was stolen from you.

"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole." You reluctantly opened your eyes and were met with the solid torso of a man.

Slowly raking your gaze up his body, you raised your eyebrows at the sight of his bloody shirt before meeting his narrowed eyes.

Crows feet radiating from the corners. Prescription glasses. He appeared much older than you expected from your brief contact with his chest.

You silently cursed your luck. This meet-cute plan was steadily evolving into a meet-angry situation.

"Not smart to close your eyes in public," he huffed, staring pointedly at the fallen cake. It was hard not to notice your mini skirt. He hasn't seen a skirt that short since the 60s.

Although you had pulled away from him, the man's eyes lingered on your chest. The playful baby-doll top hugged your cleavage in all the right places. Your glossy lips donned a similar shade of pink. He quickly resumed eye contact, feeling like a dirty old man for imagining them wrapped around his cock.

She's too young, you sick fuck. Logan's internal monologue worked overtime to maintain a shred of decency.

Your face turned away from him at the impending embarrassment you were about to put yourself through. Smirking, you shyly retorted, "Not smart to stare at a girl's tits in public." You gently pushed up his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose.

Closing the gap between your chests, you tip-toed to reach his ear before whispering, "It's okay . . . I want you to."

The answer to Logan's suffering was sweeter than any slice of cake he could have indulged in. A pretty little thing was actually flirting with him, a cynical ex-soldier worn by the unforgiving rings of time.

Logan's hands found the back of your elbows and slowly pulled you closer to him. You gasped as you felt his belt buckle catch on the flimsy fabric of your top.

"Careful, doll," he grunted, leaning down to meet the side of your face. "I'm old enough to be your father."

You defiantly peered up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, and . . .?"

The man slowly distanced himself from you, gently tugging the hem of your top down to its original state.

Okay, definitely not the best response to seduce an older man. You chewed the inside of your cheek, stunned by your juvenile comeback.

"I'm sorry, kid. Forget I said anything," he muttered before turning into another aisle. He mentally kicked himself for letting the interaction go that far. Although his aching body and mind yearned for some relief, he wouldn't take advantage of some young girl.

He hurriedly stomped past the cashiers, swiping a few cigars from a distracted employee's station.

After the initial shock wore off, you quickly followed the older man to the parking lot. Totally not stalker-ish at all, right?

You wanted to take care of him. His reluctance to return your lust-sick gaze should have deterred you, but it only made you more desperate.

You watched as his hands dug into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. The chipper click of the limo doors unlocking motivated you to get his attention.

"Hey! Can we talk?" You yelled, raising an outstretched palm to stop him from getting inside the car.

Logan froze at the sound of your voice. He contemplated being responsible, slamming his door and driving off without a second glance.

The gentle pressure of your hand wrapping around his wrist made him think extremely irresponsible thoughts.

Turning around to meet your gaze, the older man swiftly opened the passenger door. "Get in. Now," he growled.

Words betrayed you. All you responded with was a surprised squeak as he used your grip on his wrist to push you further into the vehicle.

His eyes widened as you briefly parted your thighs to get settled in the lush leather seat. The sinfully short hem of your skirt bunched up, revealing your underwear.

Logan whipped his head to the front of the limo, avoiding the sight of your body. Unfortunately, he couldn't avoid how you felt against his. You sat at an angle towards him, knees pressing against his thigh. His body tensed as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Why were you following me, huh?" he asked, finally meeting your eyes. "I've had a long fuckin' day and I need answers." He couldn't believe that a young woman like you would be interested in him.

"Yeah, you're old enough to be my father, maybe older-" you paused to move your left hand onto his thigh. "-but I'm done playing with boys." You shyly turned your head before continuing, "Need a real man."

Logan was done holding back. Now, it all made sense. Your lack of direction in the store, the low cut of your outfit that was way too sexy for a late night grocery run. We're both adults, he reasoned. She wants this.

He gingerly cradled your jaw with his large hand, turning your head towards his. "You sure about this, sweetheart?

You covered his hand with your own, bringing your lips to his in a spontaneous kiss. "I-I need to hear you," he stuttered.

"Shut up and fuck me, . . . " you sighed, pausing to ask for his name.

"Logan . . . call me Logan, doll." His left hand snaked around your waist, bunching the delicate material and exposing your breasts.

As you leaned into his palm, he fished the limo keys out of his pocket and clicked twice, locking the doors. He fondled the underside of your tits before rolling the sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

You were grateful for the tinted windows that shielded your embarrassing moans from the public.

"Already whining for me, hm? So fuckin' needy," he hummed, pushing up your top even further. You crossed your arms to undress, but Logan swatted them away, explaining, "It's cute. Wanna see your tits bounce for me, baby."

He gripped your ass with both hands and effortlessly swung you onto the broad expanse of his lap.

Your back arched as his rough palm cupped your pussy, thumb languidly tracing your sensitive bud through the cotton.

"But this . . . has to go," he drawled, tugging the elastic of your panties before letting it go with a faint snap.

It was too much. You were splayed over the lap of a stranger, hips wantonly rocking yourself over his prominent bulge and mewling as your sensitive clit caught on the rough fabric of his slacks.

He stilled your movements with his hands, lovingly kneading the flesh of your hips. "You okay with this?" he asked, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt. "Yeah, Logan . . . more than okay. Need you."

You loved that he was confident enough to take what he wanted but also gracious enough to check in, unlike the boys you were used to fucking around with.

His fingers hooked around the waistband of your skirt and panties, skillfully pushing your legs against your chest as he pulled them off. He decided against slicing them off with his claws, not wanting to hurt you. "Fuck. You're so pretty. My sweet, sweet girl . . ." he cooed. You whined as your aching cunt was finally exposed to Logan's hungry gaze and the chill night air. He groaned as you resumed desecrating his lap with your juices.

Your breath hitched as Logan traced two fingers along your bottom lip. You granted him access, playfully darting your tongue around his digits.

After his fingers were thoroughly soaked, he used your saliva to gently trace your hole, noticing the faint flutter of your walls.

"Need me to fill you up, hm? Poor baby's clenching around nothing. Let me fix that . . ." Logan's palm brushed against your clit as his fingers plunged into you, setting a steady pace.

You were incredibly wet, but he needed to prep you for his thick cock. He drooled, collecting a heavy wad of spit onto his tongue before letting it fall onto your pussy.

"Ah-ah!" You exclaimed, surprised by the contact. You bit your lip, cheeks flushing at the lewd feeling of his spit mixing with your wetness.

He used his other hand to slap repeatedly against your puffy folds, mesmerized by how vulnerable you were being for him.

"Yeah, you like that?" He whispered, curling his fingers as they met your cervix. You covered your mouth, desperately trying to maintain some modesty. Logan withdrew his left hand to pry away your arm and swallow your moans, sloppily slotting his lips into yours.

You gasped into his mouth as you felt your cunt spasm around his fingers, gushing all over his tight slacks.

"Oh, fuck! Logan . . . " you mewled, biting his lower lip while he continued to finger you through your orgasm.

Your head fell into the inviting crook of his neck, nuzzling his graying beard. "Atta girl, come for me," he cooed.

Logan peered down at you, noticing wet droplets dampening his beard. You were silently crying, tears cascading down your puffy cheeks before landing on his face.

At first, he was alarmed. "Hey, hey, shhhh," he purred. "What's the matter, doll?"

His cock twitched when he realized you were smiling against his neck.

"Nothing's wrong, Logan . . . you make me feel so good, that's all."

He planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Yeah? Want me to make you feel even better? Fill you up for real this time?"

You nodded dumbly, still basking in the haze of your release.

"Nuh-uh. Words." The simple command made you rut into his lap.

You shuddered while responding. "Wanna feel you inside me. Need your-" Logan bucked up into you. "-cock."

He slid his hands under your thighs, briefly pushing you forward so he could unbuckle his belt. Your small hands slinked toward his waist. "Let me do it," you pleaded, hastily sliding his belt through its loops and tossing it to the floor.

You pulled his cock out of his slacks, leaning down to press sweet little kisses to the head. Your thighs burned with the effort, but it was worth it to feel him momentarily lose control. Logan hissed sharply, "Good girl, fuck-" before guiding his thick cock into your heavenly mouth.

You licked a prominent vein that teased its way above his waistband. The taste of him was utterly intoxicating. You moaned onto his length, choking back tears as he suddenly thrust up into your eager throat.

The delicious weight of his cock on your tongue was short-lived. He cupped your face, forcing your mouth to slide past the tip with an obscene pop.

"Won't last long if you keep doing that, doll. Takes a lot less to get me riled up these days," he explained.

You nodded as you straightened yourself, using your knees to hover above his lap. He teasingly ran the flushed tip of his cock through your folds before sinking into your weeping pussy.

"Oh my god! fuck-" you cried, lowering your hips to embrace his full length. Your hands found stability on Logan's shoulders as you bounced on his cock.

Logan stared in awe at your tits. They were practically spilling out the sides of your cute top, jiggling with each movement of your hips.

As he admired your form, you drunk in the sight of his coarse salt and pepper beard. His wiry glasses barely held onto the slope of his strong nose due to your eager movements. You paid special attention to his crimson-stained shirt, wondering how he was enduring the wounds.

"You're hurt." You stated, pausing to slowly unbutton his dress shirt.

Logan's hands grabbed a handful of your ass and slammed you down onto his lap, forcing you to continue taking his cock.

"Never said you could stop," he huffed. "It'll take time, but I'm healing."

You gasped as your clit hitched on the bunched fabric of his slacks, frantically shrugging off his shirt in the process. A devastating moan ripped from Logan's throat as you peppered kisses on his wounds. The coppery taste of his blood was oddly soothing, reminding you that the man buried in your cunt was real and not just a figment of your lust-fueled imagination.

Logan loved how dazed you looked, your chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, your pupils dilated and glossy. His cock twitched every time your soft tits brushed against his face. You whined as the steady rhythm of your hips faltered, hinting at your imminent release.

"Lean forward, baby. Let your old man take care of you," he sighed, wrapping his broad arms around your waist. You allowed yourself to slump forward, arching your back and playfully wiggling your ass in the air.

You yelped as he slapped your ass with enough force to feel the sting radiate from his outstretched palm. "Such a fuckin' tease," he growled, filling you up in one thrust. He set a punishing pace that made you sob into his chest. The loud squelches of your release echoed throughout the limo, mirroring your high-pitched wines.

"Oh, my god! . . ." you mewled, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching your walls. Your breath hitched every time his hips met yours, balls slapping against the sensitive skin of your ass.

He fucked up into your cunt, relishing the fact that you'd probably never had a cock as big as his. Logan stared at where you were connected, hypnotized by the subtle drag of your folds along his rugged length.

"Don't know what I did to deserve a pretty girl like you." His teeth tugged on the delicate strap of your top, exposing your breasts. His mouth enveloped the bud, gently sucking and pulling as they hardened.

"Logan . . . can't take it anymore. I'm close." You clenched around him, earning another hard slap on your ass.

"You gonna come for me sweetheart, hm?" He somehow increased his pace, hips drilling into your sensitive cunt. "C'mon, come all over my cock. Such a sweet young thing, so eager to please . . . " he hummed into your ear.

"And just so we're clear, I am definitely older than your father." His filthy words made you arch even higher, stilling your hips mid-air and allowing Logan to fuck you through your release.

The sound of you faintly chanting his name as you came sent him over the edge. "You can take it," he encouraged as your pathetic whines intermingled with his unabashed groans. His hips drove home, bouncing you harshly against his tense thighs and spilling into you with a low growl.

You almost blacked out at the feeling of his cum spurting into your walls, reaching even further when Logan buried his cock to the hilt. You clenched around him, overstimulated and thoroughly fucked.

"That's it, just relax . . . You look so pretty milking my cock," he praised, brushing stray hair away from your face.

You managed to sit upright and shakily moved to lift yourself off his cock, but Logan quickly steadied your hips. He's still hard, you realized, fascinated by his renewed vigor.

He panted, obviously just as spent as you were.

"So, uh, tomorrow, the Italian place on fifth street, 8 PM?"

You narrowed your eyes, incredibly confused at his choice of words after experiencing the best sex you've ever had.

"Our first date," he clarified. He kissed your cheek and you blushed at the contrast between the innocent action and the fact that his hard cock was still buried in your cunt. "After all, I'm a real man, right? And real men plan dates." He plastered on a cocky grin, repeating your earlier statements.

"Okay, old man. It's a date." You smiled, kissing his mouth with passion.

an: Ah!!! I had so much fun writing this. Old Man Logan, when will it be my turn >:[