#eclectic hooks

[junkologistsgoods]

Vintage Brass Angled Wall hook - Hanging plant hook - Coat hook - Boho chic - Eclectic hooks and fixtures

[eclecticopposition]

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[humanmorph]

I think gig and leap should shake hands on working with someone that has a massive crush on them and they either don't know OR do and don't care. The difference gig and kent are actually friends too and I sincerely hope leap and eclectic aren't like, that close. It would be funnier to me if that's just his boss he thinks is so cool. Also gig has more social grace than leap by miles so if I'm going with the 'know but doesn't feel the same' option he is nicer about it. As in just tries to ignore it as hard as possible whereas leap. Oh I don't know but he would be more of a dipshit wouldn't he

[theeclecticlibrary]

Come join us on Twitch on Thursday (today) at 6pm ET for the Primordium reading group as we read and discuss bell hooks' essay "Loving Blackness."

bell hooks was an American author, professor, and scholar who is best known for her writings on the intersectionality of race, gender, and capitalism.

[sometimescharlolette]

JOEL MILLER X F!READER (SARAH’S FRIEND)

PART TWO

Synopsis: You go out drinking with your friends and end up hooking up with a dilf, without knowing that he's your best friend's father.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: +18, sexual content, age gap (reader is in her twenties, Joel in his late forties), dirty words, cursing, sex (p in v), outside sex.

A/N: hello beautiful people, with the second season of The Last of Us coming this year, I couldn't help but be taken by how good Pedro Pascal looks as Joel, too cute, and that accent.... 🫦 🫦 anyway, I hope you like it, comments are very welcome, I'd love to know what you think, kisses 💜💜

Finally vacation, you couldn't believe that those last two weeks full of papers, presentations and tests had finally come to an end. You and friends were at the college pub as usual, eager to get your fill and party like it was the last day. This last semester had been more tense and stressful, so you deserved this moment of being young and stupid, along with the fruit cocktails with tiny colored umbrellas that were your post-test companions. 

The pub was small, there was a bigger one on the other side of the campus, but it was also packed with prickly kids from the most competitive classes who enjoyed making scholarship students' life miserable, and anyway, it was a kind of tradition to go to this cozy little bar, you even knew the bartenders by name, and you had freelanced there to pay for the alarming amount of printing that the college demanded.

On the plus side, the loud music was able to fill the entire room, blending in with the sounds of the bartender mixing drinks, the glasses being filled with beer, the lively conversations, laughter, or even the tears and complaints of the students who had fallen behind. This happy, pulsating cacophony was able to leave your worries outside the door, freezing with the snow that seemed to be growing every minute.

You felt so free without the worries of tight deadlines or sleepless nights to catch up on the content, being a functional adult with a part-time job in the college cafeteria was hard, although, modesty aside, you had learned to make spectacular coffee, and you had the flex of having a mug of fresh coffee every morning, afternoon, evening or night you spent studying.

One of your friends, Gina, the blonde with that enthusiastic smile that seemed to live on her face, pulled you by the hand onto the dance floor, you laughed letting her pull you into the sea of bodies that was shaking in the middle of the bar, hands and arms thrown up in the air moving to the rhythm of the music, it was an eclectic mix, from electronica, country, rock, bossa nova to pop, in this last semester, the singles by Chappel Roan and Sabrina Carpenter competed for which would have more weekly repetitions.

You lost yourself in the moment, head moving and hands in the air as you swayed your hips to the chords of 'Good graces' by your favorite blonde pop singer, when the chorus came, you and Gina exchanged excited and festive glances, leaving the random guys you were dancing with to meet in the middle of the dance floor, you wrapped your arms around her neck, to which she repeated the movement laughing hysterically. 

“boy, it's not that complicated” you sang cheerfully, gesturing with the hand you were holding the glass of beer in. “You should stay in my good graces”

Gina laughed at your semi-drunk and giggly singing. “Or I'll switch it up like that, so fast”

You met her in the next stanza. “Cause no one's more amazing at turning lovin' into hatred” Together, you sung the joyful line while giggling at your awful singing and dancing.

"Don't look now, but there's a guy looking at you." you whispered to Gina.

"Is he cute?" she said inquisitively.

You shook your head gently. “For you, I guess so,” you murmured and Gina laughed, tossing her golden curls back in a hair flip. 

She bit her bottom lip and looked between you and the black-haired guy who had been staring at her since you two arrived. “But this was supposed to be girls' night, no boys involved” 

You rolled your eyes. "Gina, I know you're dying to jump in his bones, so please." 

Your friend giggled, but didn't deny it.  “Well, you could give it a try too,” she said slyly. "Who knows, maybe it will help with your shitty mood”

"Having sex releases endorphins, which has been scientifically proven," Gina said ominously. "Girl, throw yourself on a cock."

“As if one of those boys knew how to make a woman come” You mumbled more frustratedly than you intended. You were not against a quickie at the club, but the experiences you had were annoying because either the guy came too quickly or he kept poking his fingers in without knowing what he was doing or looking for.

Having grown accustomed to your sarcasm, Gina rolled her eyes. "All right, try speaking with Simas then. He's probably around fifty. The closer they are to joining the SSA, the better."

You sipped your beer. Simas had owned the bar for, well, forever. He was essentially a relic, having been there since the college first opened. You pushed Gina by the shoulders and said, "Go get your man." Gina blew a kiss in the air over her shoulder and went to meet up with the dark-haired boy.

You shrugged and returned your focus to the music. You made your way back to the bar with your beer gone, avoiding drunks humiliating themselves, couples making out, or just students who were too pleased to realize they would have a bad hangover the following morning. 

“Hey, can I have another one of those?” you asked the bartender, having to bend your arm on the counter and shout for him to understand your request amidst the loud music blasting from the speakers scattered around the walls.

With your glass of beer in your hand, you turned to go back to the dance floor, you thought you saw a familiar face in the corner by the window,  you carefully dodged the hordes of students only to collide with the back of a tall man who was taking steps backwards for no apparent reason. Your glass wobbled in your hand, turning the golden liquid on your blouse and dropping to the floor with a loud clatter, glass shards scattered at your feet.

“Fuck, you don't watch where you're going?” you cursed angrily, trying to avoid stepping on the broken glass, the liquid splashing against the soles of your high heels.

The man in the worn jeans jacket turned around, he was older than you expected, like much older, like 40, 45, he was wearing a dark flannel shirt, the first few buttons open giving a glimpse of his broad chest, a silver army chain dangling against his skin, there was a slight blush, probably from the drink.

You looked up, finding the face of the stranger who had tipped over your beer. He had striking features, expressive brown eyes and a short beard flecked with silver. His hair was more gray than brown, the color you would have thought it was when he was younger.

He pondered, "Well, well, and I thought college girls were more polite." His voice was low and had a southern accent cadence—possibly Texan, but you couldn't pinpoint it—but it was undoubtedly attractive, you couldn't help but think about it before moving on.

 "You were the one walking backwards, I have a right to be frustrated.” You responded, your cheeks heating up angrily, he lifted his hands in surrender.

“All right, sweetie, I apologize for...” He began calmly, his gaze falling to stare at your now wet white T-shirt, clinging to the black bra you wore underneath. The tops of your breasts caught his attention, so you crossed your arms and he turned away. “Beer, let me buy you one to make up for it”

You stared at him in confusion for a moment, his serious, irritated expression seemed to have softened into a calm, tight-lipped one as he waited for your answer, you nodded in agreement, seeing nothing wrong with him paying for the damage he himself had caused.

When he reached for a glass of beer, you asked curiously, "Will I get to know your name?" His big fingers briefly touched yours, but it was enough to give you a thrill.

“Joel,” he offered dryly, taking a sip of beer, you watched as he drank, turning the glass as if he were drinking water, not an alcoholic beverage. 

As he swallowed, you saw his Adam's apple move, and a few drops of the golden liquid escaped his lips, following a path down his neck to the confines hidden by his flannel.

“Do you like what you see, little girl?” His voice rips through the silence, you blink when you're caught staring, and your cheeks flush with shame. You weren't one to fall for cheesy flirtation, but now you're on tenterhooks for this guy.

“Just curious, I've never seen you around campus,” you retorted, biting your lower lip. “Are you a new professor by any chance?” 

Joel laughs, it's a rich, deep sound that resonates in your ears, disconcerting you. “No,” he denies, as if it were a hilarious idea for him. “Do teachers drink with the students here? I thought there was some kind of ethics thing that forbade that, but maybe I'm just old,” he retorts, raising an eyebrow and leaning towards you.

“It's a college bar, anyone can come here,” you said calmly, trying to appear to have more control over your voice than you were feeling.

Joel stepped closer to the bar, an arm stretched over your side, your breath froze in your throat, your heart hammering like a tambourine, ready to jump out of your chest. “Why are you nervous, little girl?” His delight and mischievousness rolled from his tongue at the provocation, and he whispered against your ear.

You defended yourself, "I'm not," but Joel simply chuckled while his beard brushed your cheek and ran down to your delicate neck, your breaths mangled into a low, pitiful whimper.

“Keep telling yourself that, sweetie,” He flirtatiously whispered before leaving his glass of beer on the counter. You instantly missed the warmth of his body slipping away from yours.

"Want to leave this place?" As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted your youthful confidence and recklessness in throwing yourself at a strange man, old enough to be your father, who to make matters worse, you didn't even know his surname.

“What do you have in mind, little girl?” Joel smiled suggestively, letting you take his hand, and guiding you through the sea of people out of the bar, you could practically feel your heart pounding in your ears, the blood pumping with a mixture of excitement and fear as you sneaked with the older man into an alley next to the bar. 

Your doubts, fears and sane part of your mind seemed to shut down when Joel's big hands found their way to your body,  one arm wrapped around your back and pulled you against him, while the other cupped your cheek and brought your mouth to his. He wasn't gentle; he didn't use that chaste pressing of lips; instead, he raided your mouth, his tongue searching your warm cavern like a pirate after treasure. He knew exactly how to make you moan pitifully against his mouth, he swallowed your moans, kissing you harder, you lost yourself in the feeling.

Your arms found his neck, pulling and wrapping around his gray hair, fingers desperate to touch any piece of him they could reach. Joel didn't lag behind; instead, he let his hand drop from your waist to find its place on your ass and gave it a squeeze that made you gasp. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your buttock, pressing you against him until you felt his erection against your belly and, fuck, you felt your panties practically dripping for him. 

“Condom?” he asked against your neck,  you blinked in surprise and briefly broke out of the lust fog to process what he was saying. For a moment, you had forgotten that you were on the street, and that every second was crucial, there was no time for foreplay, and yet you were wetter than ever.

“Uhuh” you stammered, pulling a condom packet out of your bra, after all, you never know what can occur on a night out at the pub. Joel gave you a grateful glance as you tore open the packet with your teeth, pushing his hips forward to increase the pressure of his hard erection against you.

Without wasting any time, he pulled his cock out, his jeans falling to his ankles carelessly, you made quick work of jerking off his cock, not that he needed to, it was already hard as a rock against your warm palm, you used the drops of pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock to lubricate the length, the condom slipping off easily.

“Fuck, little girl, I need to be inside you now” Joel growled with hunger, his brown eyes clouded by a mist of lust and excitement as he met yours. He held his cock lined up with your dripping entrance, you slipped your panties aside, giving him access.

“Fuck” you gasped softly, eyes closed and cheeks flushed as Joel's cock slid into your folds like a searing hot tease, he rubbed the head up and down your slit, coating himself with your slippery arousal. "Just, please... ah." You didn't have to ask twice, with a quick and powerful thrust, Joel pushed forward, burying himself inside your pussy, he groaned at the exquisite sensation, his cock pulsing and twitching as your walls wrapped him in a warm embrace.

Beads of sweat began to form on Joel's forehead as he tried his hardest to stay still so you could feel comfortable enough to go on, even though all he really wanted was to bury himself all the way in. 

“Joel, move,” you asked breathlessly, your forehead falling against his chest as he finally began to move, the way he stretched you, the places he hit in your most intimate place made you dizzy with pleasure, a spiral of sensations that your vocabulary couldn't describe.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well, little girl." Joel groaned against your neck, sucking dark, red marks into your skin. His tongue quickly traced them to lessen the bite's pain, though he doubted you would have noticed so immersed in the sensation of his cock rearranging your organs. You dug your nails into his back, the denim jacket acting as a barrier to hide the red marks you wanted to etch there.

Joel's movements sped up, he fucked you with wild abandon, bringing his cock to the entrance of your pussy only to slam it in again, and again, you wrapped a leg around his hip, the new position allowing him to reach a new place that made you both gasp.

His big fingers reached out to find your clit, nibbling at it in the same rhythm as his brutal thrusts, the sensation was almost too much, your legs began to weaken, your eyes spinning, and that familiar sensation of heat building up in the belly area, it was almost like a fire burning all the skin his touches encountered.

“Fuck, little girl, I'm, I'm going to come... are you close?” Joel asked breathlessly, muffling his moans against the scarred skin of your neck, you shook your head quickly, not trusting yourself to form coherent words as you felt your body turning into a hot mess under his hands. 

Your delicate skin scraped the brickwork as Joel pressed you against the wall outside the pub, but nothing—no sensation—could take your mind off the orgasm that ripped you to pieces. As your moan pierced the night's calm and your sweet fluids trickled down his cock, you felt your body quake against his larger one, you clutched against his chest like a lifeline, your fingers curling into his flannel shirt, knuckles almost white of holding.

Jesus Christ! Joel had never been religious, but he swore that if heaven existed, it would resemble the feeling that gripped him right now—the way your pussy's silky walls vibrated around his cock, seemingly trying to squeeze everything out of him. It was a heavenly sensation that made him cum instantly,  Thick ropes of sperm filled the condom, and he continued to move until you were both too exhausted, the pleasure knocked him so hard that he had to hold himself against the wall, holding your body against him, while he regained his breath and his balance.

When Joel pulled his cock out of your pussy, you both gasped at the loss of warmth, feeling so empty without him that you braced yourself against the wall, leaning back and breathing shallowly. Joel removed his condom and threw it in a nearby trash can, putting his jeans and underwear in one motion.

“Where do you live, little girl?” he asked, gently brushing a lock of hair off your sweaty face.

A very distant part of you seemed to be trying to tell you that it wasn't a good idea to give your address to strangers, but that so-called stranger had fucked your brains out, and it was so amazing. Besides, you were exhausted from the orgasm, your legs were like jelly, so the idea didn't seem so bad. You quickly gave Joel the directions, and he took you in his arms bridal style. With a languid smile, you rested your head on his chest and lost yourself in the depths of drowsiness until you closed your eyes, your lids too heavy to remain open, and fell into Morpheus' arms.

***

The next morning, when your best friend, Sarah, began to open the curtains in your shared room, you mumbled quietly, covering your face with the blanket, you just needed a few more minutes of sleep and you'd be ready for another one. Unfortunately for you, Sarah didn't appear to give up and ended your hiding methods by removing the bed's covers.

"Sarah," you tossed a pillow at her while yawning languidly.

She just rolled her eyes, picking up the pillow that you tried to throw at her. “Stop being lazy, you promised you'd have lunch with me and my dad” she reminded you, you let out a loud sigh as you remembered the night you were feeling productive and agreed to everything that was suggested. Your current self detested it when you gave one of those. 

“Do I really have to go?” You grumbled wearily as Sarah simply stood firmly over you. You sighed and got out of bed to dress, saying that you hate the way she was able to persuade everyone, it’s like a superpower—something about being the only kid or whatever.

"Does your father have to eat so early, Sarah? It's ten in the morning." You grumbled in a low voice as you stuffed your face with caffeine to try to remain awake at lunch.

Your friend, who was well aware of your morning sour attitude, rolled her eyes. "He came early; do you recall that I mentioned that we're from Texas?"

With a feeble nod, you allowed Sarah to lead you across the college campus to the small Mexican diner where you two used to have lunch at the end of each semester. You barely noticed when she let go of your arm to run and hug her father, it wasn't until you nearly tripped a chair that you realize she was gone.

"So, you must be Mr. Miller," you remarked politely, your voice a little slurred from the combination of alcohol and lack of sleep. You shifted your sunglasses to look him in the eyes.

“Fuck” The curse escaped your mouth, when you recognized him, he wasn’t some random dilf you fucked last night, but your best friend's fucking father, the same who made you see the stars outside the pub. Damn it, you were fucked, and this time not in a good way.

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

Astrology Observation: Main Character Energy Based on Rising Sign

Disclaimer: This post is meant to bring you positivity and confidence. If it doesn’t apply, let it fly.

♈️🔥 Aries Rising: Your main character energy comes from your boldness and ferocity. When you step into a room, heads turn because people can’t help but feel your presence. There’s an energy about you that makes others sit up straight and look your way, often with a hint of intimidation. You radiate a sense of confidence, as if you know exactly what you’re doing and can carve your own path. You give the impression that you could take on the world alone, carrying a strength that feels unshakable. With this powerful aura, you naturally command respect wherever you go, but you also have the ability to lift others up. People are in awe of how motivational and inspiring you truly are.

♉️🌱 Taurus Rising: Your main character energy comes alive the moment you step into a room. Instantly, heads turn in your direction. It’s the way you walk—methodical and confident, as if you know exactly where you’re meant to be. There’s an unshakable self-assurance in you, a quiet strength that remains unaffected by anyone’s gaze. When you sit down, people can’t help but notice your glamorous, polished presence. You carry a subtle, pleasant scent that hints at the care you put into yourself. You look exactly where you belong, exuding calmness and poise, unbothered by others’ opinions or reactions.

People admire how put-together you seem; your aesthetic inspires them to elevate their own. When they walk by, they notice your fresh scent, and when they look at you, they see beauty, grace, and charm. There’s a captivating aura about you that feels like a natural high—simply being around you brings others a sense of calm and a desire to carry themselves with more intention. Your main character energy is magnetic, soothing, and undeniably inspiring.

♊️🌪️ Gemini Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy exudes pure star quality. People can’t help but think of you as the ultimate “it” person—full of life, zest, and effortless charm. You have a natural way of making others laugh, and your words flow smoothly, drawing people in and leaving them wanting more. There’s something captivating about how you speak, with a charm that reels people in and keeps them hooked.

Your social ease enhances your main character vibe, as you’re able to talk about so many things, each new insight intriguing and engaging. People feel like they’re watching a show, tuned in to your captivating stories, quick observations, and fascinating tidbits. They also love your eclectic style—how you can effortlessly switch up aesthetics, each one making you look even more intriguing.

There’s a lightheartedness to your energy that makes people feel at ease, as if they can relax and let their guard down around you. Being in your presence feels comfortable and familiar, like coming home, and people naturally open up to you, blossoming in your presence. You bring out the best in others simply by being yourself.

♋️🌊 Cancer Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy shines through in your warmth and comfort. You remind people of home, with a calming essence that puts everyone at ease. Like a gentle river flowing by, your presence seems to wash away worries, easing any tension in the space. You’re a natural at connecting with others, encouraging them to open up and feel safe.

Your style is chic and effortlessly classy, as if you’re always put together without even trying. When you speak, there’s a softness and charm that brings a smile to people’s faces, making everyone feel comfortable. You radiate such genuine, positive vibes that people just want to be close to you. You’re like a teddy bear, a warm blanket, or a cozy cup of tea—someone people instinctively feel drawn to, seeking the comfort of your presence.

People see you and think, “That person just has the coolest, calmest energy.” You balance interaction and observation, knowing when to sit back and watch as well as when to engage. You bring a balanced, serene aura to any room you’re in, and people can’t help but feel lighter around you.

♌️🌞 Leo Rising: The ultimate it girl and it boy, your main character energy radiates so strongly that when you walk into a room, no one can look away. As soon as you enter, heads turn, and all eyes are on you. Your aura is regal, and your confidence shines through—whether or not you feel it, you have this magnetic presence that makes it seem like you’re meant to take over the space. You flash a big, warm smile, and your style is bold, colorful, and romantic—something people can’t help but admire.

People are captivated by you because you know how to engage with others, how to make them feel good and look good. You just have an instinct for knowing where you fit and how to blend in effortlessly. You bring positive energy to any room, and the atmosphere instantly lightens when you’re around. Laughter fills the air, and people open up, feeling more confident in themselves because you make them feel that way.

Your main character energy lies in the fact that your personality is so vibrant and multifaceted. There are so many layers to who you are that people can’t help but get engrossed in your presence. You leave a lasting impression, and even after you leave the room, your name continues to be talked about. You are the ultimate it girl or it boy—impossible to forget.

♍️🌾 Virgo Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy shines through because you’re so poised and put together. It doesn’t matter what’s going on in your life; when you enter, people don’t see the struggles or chaos. You exude a sense of perfection, as if you have everything figured out. You seem incredibly intelligent, wise, and full of interesting, nuanced facts that you love sharing to enlighten others. You’re always bringing new insights about health, wellness, and ways to improve life, making people look to you as if you’re their personal life coach. They respect your knowledge and your ability to make life feel more manageable and structured.

People admire how selective you are because they sense that you only surround yourself with quality things. Your taste is impeccable, and they appreciate your keen eye for detail and your thoughtful perspective. It feels as though you can navigate any obstacle with ease, knowing exactly how to get what you want, even when there are challenges in your way. You have a natural ability to move through the world effortlessly, always staying true to your goals.

Another element of your energy is your voice. You speak with authority, and your unique, soothing tone captivates those around you. People feel comforted and reassured just by listening to you. There’s a quiet respect that you command simply by walking into a room, without having to say much at all.

What makes you truly remarkable is your ability to be discerning when it matters but also maintain a non-judgmental, open-minded perspective. You can zoom in on the details while also seeing the bigger picture, which makes people feel seen and understood, especially when they’re struggling. There’s something magnetic about your aura; people are drawn to you because they know they can rely on you for support, wisdom, and guidance.

��️⚖️ Libra Rising: When you step into a room, the main character energy you exude is undeniable charm. You have this magnetic quality that draws people in, making them want to flirt and talk to you. It’s the way you speak, the way you look people in the eye—it feels romantic and flirtatious, almost like you transport them to a more playful, youthful state.

Your style is equally captivating; people can’t help but want what you have, whether it’s your shirt, your pants, or your purse. Your hair is likely full and constantly changing, and people envy your willingness to experiment with your look. They admire your openness to shifting your aesthetic, wishing they had the same freedom and confidence to do the same.

You’re also seen as a brainiac, someone who is intelligent and well-informed. People are jealous of the vast knowledge and experiences you possess. They feel like you’re always doing something new, constantly on the move, and they can’t quite keep up with you. You have a way of making everything you do seem exciting and spontaneous, and that adds to your star quality wherever you go.

What really sets you apart, though, is your grace. No matter what you do, you do it with such poise. You never come off as tacky or too much; there’s a beautiful balance to your personality. Even when chaos surrounds you—people arguing or talking about you—you remain unshaken. You stay poised, classy, and effortlessly composed. That’s just who you are.

♏️🦂 Scorpio Rising: Your main character energy is undeniable when you step into a room. Everyone automatically feels the need to be serious, because there’s something about you that demands respect. It’s as if your presence exudes an undercurrent of strength, and people instinctively sit up straighter, pulling themselves together in your presence. They recognize that you possess a level of tenacity and strength that they simply don’t have.

There’s a boldness about you that’s hard to ignore—it’s a glamorous boldness, subtle yet powerful. Your aura commands respect, but at the same time, people are intrigued. They can tell you’re calm, collected, and unbothered. Even if someone says something rude or nasty, you’ll respond with a glance that lets them know they’ve crossed a line, but without reacting emotionally. You keep your cool and maintain your composure.

You have an energy that makes people feel like you see through them. You understand people on a deeper level, and for some, that can be intimidating. They feel like you’re too cool for them, too aware, too sharp. Others, however, are drawn to you. They see a well of knowledge, creativity, and ideas within you that they envy and want to tap into.

People also get the sense that you have what they want. There’s an air of wealth around you—whether it’s money, status, or success—and they feel it. You don’t flaunt it, but they sense it, and it creates a certain tension. They may feel like you have something they lack, making them want to be closer to you, hoping to benefit from your influence or position. Your presence makes them feel like they could take on the world in a bolder way if they just aligned with you.

You have a gaze that makes people think twice before messing with you—your stare alone says, “I’m not someone to be taken lightly.”

♐️🏹 Sagittarius Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy is undeniable. You are so full of life, with an energy that’s almost contagious. People feel like they can’t keep up with you—like you wake up with natural caffeine running through your veins, constantly on a high. They admire your boldness and courage; you have this fearless mindset of “I don’t care, I’m going to do what I want,” and it’s magnetic. You’re free-spirited, and when you enter a room, you make everyone feel like they need to pack their bags and go on an adventure or try something new. Your energy breaks them out of their routines and shakes up their fixed mindsets.

You’re hilarious, always making people laugh and creating an atmosphere where everyone is comfortable, excited, and happy. Conversations with you flow easily, and you naturally lead discussions about new ideas, personal growth, and how to break free from the boxes we put ourselves in. People are intrigued by you—they look to you like you’re a guru or life coach, someone they can turn to for insight and guidance.

You’re incredibly insightful, offering broader perspectives that leave people amazed by your wisdom. Your extroverted, sociable personality excites everyone around you. You have this easygoing, childlike energy that makes people feel at ease. They don’t have to be serious around you; they can let go of their work stress and just enjoy the moment. You talk about things they’ve never heard of, sparking their curiosity and excitement.

You’re also always suggesting new adventures, quick to invite others along for spontaneous journeys. People love that about you—you make them feel like they’re part of something fun and exciting, like they’re on a journey with you. Your independence is palpable; you don’t need anyone to shine, and that’s the energy you give off. You are the ultimate “it” girl or “it” boy, and it’s clear that everything you do, you do on your own terms.

♑️🐐 Capricorn Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy is undeniable. People instantly perceive you as someone important. Whether it’s because they think you’re a celebrity, an influencer, or someone with a high-ranking, influential job, they sense that you’re doing something amazing with your life. You exude an aura that makes others believe you’re involved in something significant.

You have this intriguing balance between being serious and assertive, while also showing a deeply caring, humorous side. People love that you’re multi-dimensional—you can be incredibly assertive, knowing exactly what you want and speaking your mind with clarity. There’s no room for games with you; when they’re around you, they feel they have to be honest because you give them that knowing look that tells them you can see right through them. They can’t lie to you.

Your presence commands respect. It’s as though people recognize that you’re wise, experienced, and well-informed. They know not to mess with you because you’ve done your research and can back up everything you say. No one can easily talk you down, because you know exactly where their arguments are weak, and you can dismantle them with ease. After talking to you, people often feel as though they know less than they thought they did—your wisdom leaves them in awe.

You radiate a strong aura, as if you have a thousand aura points. Everyone around you can sense that you know something they don’t. They also feel like you’ve got your life together, even if that’s not always the case. You give off the energy of someone who’s on the brink of success, someone who’s bound to make things happen. You exude CEO, celebrity, and boss vibes. There’s an undeniable sense that you will never struggle because you know how to navigate and get through any challenge—you’re a mastermind.

♒️💧 Aquarius Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy is undeniable—people can’t help but notice you. You stand out, not necessarily because of anything physical, but because of the air you carry. There’s a certain intrigue about you that causes others to feel a mix of curiosity and a puzzling discomfort—one that draws them in. They can’t help but wonder, “Who is this person? What are they about? What are their interests?” You naturally pique their interest.

People see you as effortlessly cool. Even if you’re quirky or a little different, they’re still drawn to your energy. You radiate this unshakable confidence, and even if there’s insecurity deep down, others only see someone who knows exactly what they want in life and is going after it. You exude a larger-than-life presence, someone whose ambitions and desires aren’t ordinary. Your ideas are big and bold, and your mind ventures into places that others might not even think to explore. You offer fresh perspectives that are mentally stimulating and revitalizing for those around you. When people talk to you, they can’t help but want more of your thoughts and ideas because you challenge their perceptions and spark curiosity in a way no one else does.

You also give off the vibe of being the “cool” person, surrounded by a variety of friends with all sorts of interests. Whether you’re the cool girl with diverse, fun-loving friends or the cool guy who can fit into any crowd, people feel like you belong everywhere. Even if you’re a loner, you’re still a popular one—people are drawn to you, and they want to be around you. You effortlessly connect with all kinds of people, making everyone feel like they want to know what’s going on in your life.

And beyond just being fascinating, you’re also incredibly giving. You’d give the shirt off your back for someone in need, and people admire that about you. You have a genuine, kind heart, and it shows. People are drawn to your altruism, your desire for peace, love, and fairness. Your energy creates a sense of hope and goodness, and that’s why everyone wants to be near you—they’re inspired by the way you exude warmth and positivity.

♓️🐟 Pisces Rising: Your main character energy shines through when you walk into a room—it’s as if everyone else has entered a different dimension. You bring such a unique vibe and energy that it’s undeniable, and it instantly refreshes the atmosphere. People can’t help but feel intrigued by you; they want to get to know you better and see you as someone to be respected—someone who knows something they don’t. You have this well of knowledge that they feel they could tap into.

Your features are soft, and your presence is equally gentle. You have an artistic, loving, and radiant energy, and your skin seems to glow. Even if you wear a neutral expression, you might come off as distant, but the moment you smile, you completely transform. It’s as if you become warm and approachable, radiating sweetness and innocence, like a child. People sense your sensitivity and delicate soul, which makes them instinctively treat you with kindness and respect. They don’t want to mess with you because they believe that if they do, karma will catch up with them.

They also love being around you because of your creative mind. You come up with ideas effortlessly—ideas that others might spend days trying to figure out. Your creativity is so natural, and it draws people to you. You have this loving energy that makes others feel cared for. Whether it’s a friend or a stranger, people feel like they can talk to you and open up, as if you’re a warm, cozy blanket or a soothing cup of tea. You have an aura that makes people feel safe and understood.

There’s a side of you that’s all about people—you genuinely care about others, and it shows. You have this unique ability to connect with anyone, making everyone feel like you’re their person. People are drawn to you, and they feel like you’re their soulmate, friend-mate, or twin flame. It’s not just about being around you—it’s about the energy you give off, which makes everyone feel special.

You also exude this relaxed vibe. Even when things might be tough for you, you carry yourself in a way that lets others know you’re not focused on conflict. You’re easygoing and a good time to be around. You know how to make any situation enjoyable, and others seek you out because they know you have the secrets to fun and adventure. Your mystical aura and carefree, love-life spirit make people want to be around you forever.

[oceantornadoo]

okay but best frien johnny who gets in your last nerve when you’re pms-ing or ovulating. and he absolutely knows what he’s doing bc he tracks ur cycle

“johnny, just stop! god, it’s like you’re a little boy.” you get up in a huff, leaving a bewildered gaz and johnny in the common room. johnny’s still loosely gripping the remote you were fighting over, stuck doing mental math as he watches your retreating figure stomp down the hall and out of sight.

gaz breaks the tension by snatching the remote out of johnny’s hand, a murmured “sorry, mate” as he picks the first action movie he sees, just to have some background noise. it doesn’t drown out the buzzing in johnny’s head or the concerned look gaz is shooting his way, that ever-present cap doing little to hide his questioning eyes. “‘s fine. the lass isn’t feelin’ her best. gonna go check up on her.” he jerks his body off the couch, not waiting for an ok by gaz as johnny makes his way to your room.

you’d been snappy at him all week. critiquing his messy room (he preferred the term eclectic), his handsiness (was never an issue before), even his smell (he knew you liked his musk though). suddenly, he had an inkling to check that app on his phone, the one hooked up to your period tracker, and lo and behold, he had his answer. now it was a matter of getting on the right side of your hormones.

johnny stopped in front of your door, fishing out the copy of your key he made, unlocking it without announcing himself. he walked in on you changing, hand on your back to unhook your bra as you slipped out of your day clothes. you didn't acknowledge him, instead slipping on your pajama shirt (one of his old ones) and taking off your underwear, kicking it towards your laundry bag as you pulled on sleep shorts. "now who's bein' messy?" johnny muttered, ignoring your scoff as he picked up your discarded underwear and placed it in your laundry hamper. "you here to apologize?" you spit out, refusing to make eye contact as you looked in your mirror, pulling your shirt this way and that. johnny stalked over to where you were standing, settling behind you as he met your eyes in the mirror, shaking his head. "yer period's comin' soon, bonnie. 's why yer all mean an' spittin'."

your mouth dropped at the insinuation, taking a step forward to get out of his atmosphere. unfortunately, he followed you, taking two steps until your back was flush against his chest. one hairy paw reached out to cup your breast over your shirt, his fingers ignoring your pointed nipples as he squeezed you to his liking. "tender?" all you could do was nod and bite back the pain he was sending your way, hormonal nerves shouting at you to stop him. his hand traveled to your stomach, rolling your pudge between his fingers. "bloated?" you nodded again, his motions giving you no relief from your pms symptoms. he didn't seem to care, focusing more on your body reactions. "skin's hot. temp's goin' up, hm?" so that's why you woke up in a sweat last night. which you didn't even tell him about...

"you're being weird, johnny. how do you know all this?" he shrugged, his hand on your stomach traveling again to cup your pussy, his other hand sliding against your spine to reach the back of your neck. "what are best friends for? i know she's all sensitive." he squeezed your cunt for emphasis. "think i should kiss her an' make it all better, mo leannen?" you nodded silently. he pulled down your shorts and got to his knees, turning so he was eye-to-cunt with your sensitive pussy. he gave her a sniff, then a kiss on your clit. another for emphasis, tongue flicking in like he was trying to make out with her. the angle was all bad, the pleasure minimal, which he knew. it was for pure emphasis - to stake his claim that he knew you better than you knew yourself. after another kiss, he rose back up, righting your shorts. "c'mon, need yer sleep before the blood comes." it would be impossible to sleep with him, an absolute human furnace, but you went along anyways, your best friend johnny leading the way.

more best friend!johnny here!

[jjwolves]

VACATIONS ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿‿︵‿︵

A biiiiiiig thank you for @master-eclectic for commissioning this piece ^_^ I hope it lives up to expectations!!

What: 5 Headcanons of Mermaid ENA the Worker X Reader

Who: ENA the Worker from ENA Dream BBQ (by Joel G)

How Much: ~1000 words, ~5 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G, Divider -> @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Warnings: None

You’ve known ENA for a while—ever since you cast a hook into the Blood Lake and reeled in an odd-talking businessperson instead of the coffin of your employer. You’d never met anyone quite like the mermaid you discovered that day—red, white, double-minded. One moment she’s trying to sell you various pieces of treasure from the bottom of the lake, the next she’s yelling about how annoying the motor in your boat is. “Well, if it isn’t one of my repeat customers! In the mood to make a deal?” You’re the only one who usually comes to this lake, but you don’t mention it. You don’t want her to get mad—more mad than usual, that is—since she’s one of the few companionable entities that you know. She swims to the other side of the boat. “Could you at least keep it down?! Some of us are doing important work in this lake!”

She interrupts your fishing frequently. There is never a day that goes by on the lake where ENA doesn’t emerge to disturb your silence in the only way that you’d ever find yourself enjoying. Sometimes she idles near the front of the boat, sometimes she asks for a hand and you help haul her in. This continues for a while, but one day ENA is acting a little different than usual. “Say, why do you invest so much into this boat? Why don’t you sell your stocks and plunge into the icy lagoon? Wait, I didn’t pitch that very well. Why don’t you come swim with me? That’s better.” Normally you’d be hesitant to leave the safety of your boat, but if ENA was going to eat you she probably would’ve done it already. Before you have the chance to change your mind, you crawl over the side of your boat and start swimming in the lake next to ENA. The chill of the water runs through you. ENA’s color is a little chillier, too. “It’s a good thing you know how to swim. I’m nobody’s life raft!”

One day, you’re reeling in a fish and it’s a lot stronger than you anticipated. The thing must be huge! The struggle is short-lived and the fishing rod is yanked out of your hands, sinking into the lake. Dang it. A few moments later, a ripple in the water is broken by a bi-colored face belonging to someone you’ve found yourself enjoying the company of quite a bit. She gracefully pivots to the side of the boat and leans a red arm on the rim, her lowered hat making her look a little more conniving than usual. “You look despondent, chum. Tell me, what’s stricken a nerve?” Still gazing at the water where your tool was stolen, you explain that you lost a fight with an exemplary aquatic warrior. ENA pretends to ponder for a moment. “Hmm. I see… Well, how about a deal—a real one? I can offer my services in order to retrieve your fishing device.” You trust ENA, but you ask about what her price is anyway. “To be determined and then paid in full. Here I go!” ENA went under and the lake went silent for a few minutes. The calm was short-lived as the polygonal hybrid returned with your fishing rod—in perfect condition, as well. You thanked her. You didn’t notice that she never brought up payment.

As the days go by, ENA begins construction on a strange new routine where she does little favors for you in exchange for no payment. “Here you are. A magical whirlpool is sure to put all of your business targets in one place. We’ll put it on your tab.” “An air net would be most categorically helpful, I imagine. It’s on the house.” “What ever caused your boat to shake so much? You’re lucky my services were quickly delivered or you’d be sleeping with the fishies.” You always thank her. She always says, “How will you ever pay me back, I wonder?” At first you thought of it as a harmless tease, ENA letting out some of her capricious energy—but now the words are sobering to you. How could you pay her back? You had come to care for her a great deal, but people who cared for each other had give and take, right? It was a two-way street. Were you capsizing in an ocean you didn’t even know you were sailing yet?

One night (or sixth season, it was hard to tell here), you sat on the edge of the boat with your feet dangling off of the side, brushing the surface of the water. Stars and dreams followed the subtle wakes formed by your boot, all dispersed into formless noise as a white claw emerged and gently squeezed your foot. Your strange friend lifted her head out of the water and hovered near your leg, quiet as if she could sense your hesitation. “Do you ponder your payment plan often?” You did, but how could you convey it? You spoke, explaining that the days that you had known her were some of the higher quality ones spent in this world. In all honesty, you continued, ENA did so much for you even outside of the little favors she had meticulously performed—simply spending her existence with you was nurturing. So, you said—perhaps jokingly, perhaps despairingly, that only ENA could decide how much you owe her. You looked back at her, taking in a shocked expression before it cooled into something more contemplative. ENA pulled herself onboard and sat with you before she spoke her piece. “You really shouldn’t leave your debt up to my imagination. But if you’re offering, I’d say that we can start your repayment… with a kiss. Perhaps? If that’s a good deal to you?” You didn’t listen to any more backpedaling. Two hands rested on either side of ENA’s face, gills creating an odd sensation, as you delivered an eager kiss. You knew it didn’t really repay anything, but it was a start. Maybe you could build some credit. As you two parted, ENA grew pale like the froth of the lake’s waves and growled, “No no no! Don’t stop, moron!” as she returned the kiss with the force of a tidal wave.

[deadmotelsusa]

We’re back with another ✨MOTEL REVIVAL✨

Honestly, these are my favorite posts to make because they’re the only ones with a happy ending. Today’s feature is appropriately named The Reclaimed Motel.

Before it was the Reclaimed Motel, it was the Hearthstone Motel. The Hearthstone opened in 1960 and in more recent years, had stopped nightly rentals and began renting its rooms as as long-term apartments. When current owners Kendra and Jared took over, they could see the property had good bones but was in desperate need of some TLC.

Beginning in the 60s, the Hearthstone was a staple in the Red Hook, New York community. In the 2020s, this still rings true. The original owners raised their daughter while running the motel, and now she lives just down the road. The motel’s immediate next door neighbors honeymooned in the “honeymoon suite”. So even though the guests are primarily visitors from NYC and other urban areas who want to visit upstate, the motel continues to maintain its close community roots.

Today, the Reclaimed Motel is alive and open for business after a massive renovation. Some additions include a deck for each room, eclectic + vintage furniture (all sourced by Kendra herself), a sauna and a massive wild flower garden out front.

[wrongbodies]

The Mindweft

Intro: The Mindweft is a bit of a darling creation of mine. If you look at Choose Your Own Change's website, you can find my original stories there. It's an idea I have been cooking for a while, and I'd like to try making a fresh new story here. Weft refers to, when using a loom, the criss-crossing of threads. I am hopeful that you will see why I call it "The Mindweft."

Friday nights among Martin's friends were often spent playing Super Smash Bro's or Mario Kart. Despite the range of personalities among the four, they all preferred to hang out and geek out rather than get stupid drunk at some sweaty frat party.

Occasionally, Leo would join his soccer team friends for some late night hijinks, but he was more reserved than most of those boys. He was content to hang out and then hook up with a random girl after 1am. Martin recognized that Leo was a beautiful man, so he fully understood how he could pull such attention.

Martin's other friends, Kevin and Billy were also unique enough that it might seem strange of a friend group to be so eclectic. Kevin, his stocky but strong friend, had become a gymrat back in high school and was ripped. He was short, sure, but his muscles attested to the devotion he gave to working out.

Billy on the other hand was a string bean, tall and gangly. He was also a brilliant musician, always willing to bust out an instrument to play something or other. He was chill though, in that he didn't try to steal all the attention with his music skills.

And then there is Martin, the fairly average guy who was openly gay - but very unlucky with dates or hookups. He tried, he just doesn't have much charisma. His friends tried to "gas him up" but it wasn't effective. He had made a fool of himself a few too many times now at the school.

So, things were typical for the friend group around 11pm that night in Martin's room. They sat around playing the video game, and generally cracking jokes amongst themselves, eating junk food, and drinking the cheapest beer they could get their hands on. All seemed fine until a knocking came on the door of the cramped dorm room.

Martin got up and answered the door, puzzled who could be knocking. It wasn't too loud, so it couldn't be the RA, he thought. Well, sure enough just outside the room stood Gray. Martin froze his face, not wanting to give away his general disdain for Gray.

Gray stood before him, his acne-crusted face, dorky glasses, and bizarre mish-mash of clothing screaming "ultra dork." His hair was short, but somehow still discernibly greasy. Even his glasses were smudged with grease.

"Hi Martin! What are you guys up to?" He asked, nasally voice grating on Martin's ears.

"Oh, um - we are just having a little friend kickback in here." Martin said.

"Cool! I love Smash!" Gray said, somehow slipping under and past Martin's arms as he tried to keep Gray out. When Martin turned, he saw his friends giving him a distinctive look. Yeah... he was sure they were annoyed Gray was here. They were polite to him, because clearly he had a lack of social skills. He also clearly lacked much self-awareness.

The group begrudgingly let him join their game. He was terrible, but he nonetheless was loud and boisterous. Even if they got into it a little bit, enjoying the games, he had a natural ability to make it weird for them.

After an hour, the vibe was shifting and Martin could tell his friends were interested in leaving. Gray on the other hand stopped the game and looked around. He seemed to be working himself up to something.

"Have you guys ever heard of the Mindweft?" He asked. Voice taking on a somewhat mysterious tone.

"The mind-what?" Kevin asked.

"The Mindweft." Gray restated.

"No, I can't say I've ever heard of it." Martin added.

The rest of the friends nodded in agreement, mumbling their negative answers.

"Well, it's the coolest thing ever. I can show you if you want?" Gray asked.

"Wait, what even is it?" Leo inquired.

"Ok, you know how like dreaming is sometimes so real, like lucid dreaming?" Gray explained, looking around. "The Mindweft is like a lucid dream, but we all are together and conscious in the same dream."

"Is this metaphorical? Or can you actually gather us into a dream? How do we even get there?" Billy asked.

"We have to meditate together. I can lead us into the Mindweft." Gray gestured, laying down.

"What are you doing?" Martin asked.

"We have to lay so our heads are near each others. Then I will help us into the Mindweft." Gray explained.

The guys rolled their eyes and grumbled, but they decided to humor Gray. Soon, all of them were laying in a strange circle with their heads nearly pressed against one another. As soon as the last person was in place, Gray started saying some strange things. Words that Martin or the others didn't recognize.

After a while of the chanting, everyone felt their eyelids getting heavy. They were each drifting off into sleep, and the sensation was soothing. And then, their eyes fully closed, and Gray slipped into the Mindweft a moment after them.

When the group came to, they saw before and all around them the strangest sight of ever. They stood in a void, with glowing strands all around. They saw each other, looking much the same as they did in the waking world. Gray appeared next to them, already grinning like he won something.

"Wow, I thought you were just fucking with us..." Leo said, softly.

"I wouldn't! Welcome to the Mindweft." Gray stated, grandly sweeping his arm towards the void.

"So, what do we do?" Martin asked.

"Well, we can view other peoples dreams, mostly. But... there was something more interesting that I learned about." Gray said, an unpleasant smile spreading across his face.

"Ok... what is that?" Martin asked, skeeved out.

"Well, when you want to leave the Mindweft, you conjure up a door. That door leads to your mind. Try it with me." He concentrated, and behind Gray appeared a door. It was unique, splattered with paint and a little crusty around the face of the door.

The rest of the guys focused, and sure enough, doors materialized behind each of them. Each door was unique to the individual. They even featured their names on them.

"Ok, now that we see the doors, here is the interesting thing." Gray said, clearly antsy to get to the next part.

"When we walk through our own door, we just wake up in our body. However, if you walk through someone elses door... you become them!"

Kevin looked skeptical. "So you mean if I step through Billy's door, I will wake up in his body? What happens to mind?"

"Well, someone else would slip into yours, of course!" Gray said, excitedly.

"Do we even want to do that?" Kevin asked.

"I mean, it does sound kinda interesting." Billy admitted.

"I wouldn't mind a change." Leo said, looking at Billy and Kevin a little too closely.

"I guess..." Kevin huffed.

"So it's decided!" Gray announced. "Each of us will step through another's door."

Martin grimaced, but nodded. "Who is swapping with who?"

"I want to swap with Billy." Leo said. The two exchanged a weird look.

"Well, I want to be Leo." Kevin said. He looked at the other two.

"I guess I could be Kevin." Billy said.

"Ooooh, a 3 way swap. I like it." Gray said. "That leaves me and Martin."

Martin died inside, he was sure. He barely tolerated Grays presence, let alone being inside his body. He was just going along with it, but he didn't have to like it.

"Ok, go ahead and go through the doors." Gray commanded. He strode right over to Martin's, and opened it. He didn't even look back as he vanished into a darkness behind the threshold, and then the door dematerialized.

"I guess I'm doing this." Martin said to himself. He walked up and threw open Grays door. He took a few steps in and then was waking up, still lying on the floor of his dorm room.

The room was aflutter, as each guy sat up and immediately realized their body was completely different. Martin confirmed his own swap when he patted down his torso, feeling the scrawny chest of Grays weak body. He started to feel his face, the grease undeniable across his cheeks.

"Wow!" Gray shouted, looking down his pants, or rather - down Martin's pants. "Nice cock, Martin!"

"What the fuck dude, don't do that!" Martin snapped.

"Hey, I'm just getting acquainted with my new machinery." Gray said too awkwardly. He smiled, but his smile didn't look like Martin's did, it was crooked somehow and insincere.

The other boys were all laughing amongst themselves as they felt their bodies up. Martin, on the other hand, stood awkwardly by the door. He was rapidly getting a bad feeling about this.

To be continued...

[perpl3x]

Late Nights - Logan Howlett / Wolverine

Summary: Logan has phoned you on numerous occasions for a late night hook up. Tonight is no different. Pairing: fwb!reader (afab) x Logan, sub!reader x dom!Logan Words: 5,889 Tags: explicit filth 18+, praising, dirty talk, sex, begging, mentions of alcohol Notes: sorry for the long word count, I got a bit carried away. whoops.

The apartment door pulled open, and a rugged Logan stood before you. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and a shadow of stubble covered his chin, nestled between two sideburns. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and some well-worn bootcut jeans that had clearly seen better days, frayed at the hems and faded at the knees. His eyes, a piercing shade of navy, seemed to look right through you, carrying both warmth and a hint of mystery.

He glanced down at you, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, revealing a dimple that softened his rugged features. His eyes glinted with a mixture of mischief and warmth, a playful sparkle that seemed to invite you into his world. He gestured for you to step inside with a casual flick of his hand, the movement confident and familiar.

His voice, rough and gravelly like gravel underfoot, held a teasing edge as he drawled, “You gonna stand there all night, bub, or are you gonna come in and keep me company?” The words rolled off his tongue with a lazy charm, the kind that made you feel both welcome and intrigued.

As you stepped inside, you were immediately met by the amalgamation of smoke and worn leather, intertwined with his own natural musk. The air was thick with it, creating an intoxicating and familiar scent that enveloped you like a warm embrace. The aroma of his favorite brand of cigars mingled with the rich, earthy scent of old leather, emanating from the cracked, well-used sofa and the leather jacket draped casually over a chair.

The faint sound of music, now more distinct, filled the room as the vinyl quietly spun on the record player. The charming crackle of static added a nostalgic touch, the slight imperfections of the analog sound giving it a warm, authentic quality. As the melody emerged, you quickly recognized it as Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Your eyes slowly adjusted to the shadows, revealing the rugged charm of the room. The atmosphere was unmistakably Logan's, a blend of nostalgia and understated sophistication. The walls were a collage of eclectic posters, showcasing his love for gritty rock bands and iconic classic films. A large, flat-screen TV dominated one corner, perched on a sturdy, timeworn wooden cabinet that bore the scars of age and use. The cabinet was flanked by a powerful stereo system and a vintage DVD player, each piece meticulously maintained, evidence of Logan's appreciation for quality and craftsmanship. The TV's faint glow was the room's primary source of light, casting flickering shadows that danced along the walls. On a small table nearby, a few records lay scattered, their worn covers hinting at Logan's enduring love for the warm, rich tones of vinyl.

Logan sauntered over to the makeshift bar tucked into the corner of the kitchen, the battered wooden countertop bearing the marks and scars of countless years of use. He reached for a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, its label worn and peeling, and poured himself a generous measure. The amber liquid caught the dim light as it splashed into the glass, reflecting a warm glow. Without a word, he poured a glass for you, the gesture casual but welcoming.

As he did so, you discarded your shoes and coat before settling into the couch, feeling the weight of the day sinking into the cushions along with your body. "I've been thinking about you today," you call out nonchalantly.

Logan's eyes flicked to you over the rim of the glass, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. He took a swig from his glass, the whiskey burning a trail down his throat, leaving a familiar warmth in its wake. A satisfied sigh escaped him, the sound low and gravelly. With a nod, he ambled over to the couch, his footsteps heavy and deliberate, each step resonating with the weight of experience.

He set both drinks down on the coffee table with a practiced ease, the amber liquid glinting softly in the low light. Next to the glasses, an ashtray held a freshly stubbed cigar, its fragrant smoke lingering in the air, adding to the room’s hazy atmosphere.

He sat down beside you, his arm brushing against yours as he settled in. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with the soft crackle of the music playing in the background and the faint hum of the city outside. Logan's hand found its way to your knee, his fingers gently tracing circles, the touch light and teasing, yet grounded in a comforting familiarity.

"Been thinking about me, huh?" he asked, his voice low and husky, the words a seductive rumble against your ear. His breath was warm, a puff of air that sent a shiver down your spine, mingling with the intoxicating scent of whiskey, leather, and cigar smoke that clung to him. The corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement.

You tilt your head back, closing your eyes slightly as the warmth from his breath lingers on your skin, a comforting sensation that sends a gentle shiver through you. A small smile plays on your lips, the corners lifting in a mixture of contentment and affection. Your hand instinctively reaches to cover his on your knee, fingers brushing lightly against his. “Mmm, I might have,” you admit, your voice soft and breathy, almost a whisper. The words are wrapped in a hint of playful intrigue.

As you pull your hand away from his to take a sip of your drink, your gaze lingers on his, the room's dim light casting deep shadows across his rugged features. You lean in closer, the warmth of your breath brushing against his ear, sending a shiver through the space between you. Your arm falls back to its previous place, lightly grazing his side as you whisper, "You know, it's been a long day. I could use a release." Your hand trails up Logan's arm, your fingers dancing along the defined muscles, feeling the subtle strength beneath his shirt. As you pull away, your touch lingers just a moment longer, leaving him with a smoldering, sultry smile.

Logan let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and sending shivers down your spine. "I think I can help you with that, bubs," he said, his voice heavy with innuendo as his hand snaked its way to the nape of your neck and gently tugged you towards him, fervently kissing your lips.

His tongue sought entry, and as it met yours, it danced with a hunger that mirrored the desire in his eyes. The kiss deepened, his hand sliding down from your neck, to your back, pulling you closer, the heat between you both intensifying. Despite his hands being large and rugged, he somehow managed to touch you like fine china that he didn't want to break, even despite the lust and desperation.

He pulled away, his breathing heavy, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. "You know, I've been thinking about how I'm going to bend you over this couch, your pretty ass in the air, just begging for it," he said, his voice thick with lust. A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands on your body. You nodded, biting your lip in response, the anticipation of his touch making your heart race.

"Would you like that, sweetcheeks?" He asked softly, his hot breath fanning against you neck as he gruffly whispered into your ear, still keeping a firm grip on you as his hands burried into the sides of your hips.

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands on your body. You nodded, biting your lip in response, the anticipation of his touch making your heart race.

Logan's fingers dug gently into your sides, urging you to verbalize your desire. "Say it for me, bubs. Tell me you want that," he uttered, his voice a sultry rumble that sent shivers down your spine. His breath was hot against your skin, a stark contrast to the cool air in the room. He pulled away slightly to look at you, to drink you all in.

You hesitated for a moment, the words catching in your throat as you looked up into his intense gaze. His eyes, deep and piercing, seemed to hold you captive, the world around you fading into insignificance. "Yes," you finally breathed, your voice dripping with desire. "I need you Logan. I want you to fill me up until I can't even think straight - until I'm nothing but a moaning mess begging for you to let me cum."

Logan's eyes darkened with satisfaction as you gave in to your desires, a satisifed and carnal smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He wasted no time in acting on your words, pushing you back into the cushions of the couch laying you down on your back, his body towering over you as he propped himself on his forearms, the muscles straining as he leaned in. His lips eagerly worked on the skin of your neck, the stubble of his beard scratching your delicate skin in a way that sent shivers of both pleasure and discomfort down your spine. You let out an airy breath, your head falling back against the cushions as his mouth trailed lower, his teeth nipping at your earlobe.

As Logan's lips traced a path down your neck, his words grumbled against your skin. "I'm going to worship every inch of your perfect little body," he growled, his voice thick with lust. The intensity of his touch made you squirm under him, the anticipation of what was to come building within you. You could feel the heat of his body, the solid strength of him, as he loomed over you, his presence commanding and intoxicating.

Instinctively, your body reacted to his touch as you arched your back towards him urging to close the gap between you - needing every inch of your being to physically be connected. His fingers began to work on the buttons of your blouse, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring each moment. As the garment fell open, revealing the lacy bra that encased your breasts, he leaned in to nuzzle your cleavage, the scratch of his beard a sensation that mixed both pleasure and discomfort.

Logan continued to lavish attention on you, his large hands cupping your breasts through the lace, his lips tenderly sucking and nipping at the skin of your exposed chest, hot breath causing goosebumps to flare over your skin. "I can't wait to hear you moan for me, bubs," he uttered with the usual gravel in his voice, lust laced in his words. Your eyes fluttered shut, the sensations overwhelming as he continued to worship your body.

As he helped you slip out of the blouse, now unbuttoned and sliding effortlessly from your shoulders, his gaze shifted downward, drinking in the sight of you. His attention lingered on your bare legs that just peaked out of your skirt, his admiration evident in the way his eyes darkened with appreciation. His large hands moved to your thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, a gentle squeeze that sent a thrill coursing through you. The warmth of his touch spread like wildfire, igniting every nerve, as he explored the contours of your skin with an almost reverent focus. His grip was firm yet tender.

"You're so fucking beautiful, bubs," Logan murmured, his voice thick with desire as he leaned in to nip at your inner thigh, his beard grazing against your skin. The mixture of pleasure and discomfort from the stubble had you gasping, your hands gripping the fabric of the couch as you arched into his touch. His capable hands traced higher, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your skirt, the fabric tight against your curves. He pulled it down slowly, his eyes never leaving your body as it was revealed.

As Logan pulled down your skirt with ease, revealing your matching lacy thong, his gaze lingered on the sight of you, his eyes darkening with desire. The lace of the thong hugged your curves, the material sheer enough to offer glimpses of your arousal, the dampness evident against the fabric.

The sight of you, laid out before him, your body flushed and eager, was a sight that turned Logan on immensely. The flush of your cheeks, the way you bit your lip as you squirmed under his touch, the way your breath hitched with each touch, were all sights and sounds that fueled his lust. It was clear that you wanted him just as much.

You began to toy with the hem of Logan's dark t-shirt that hugged his physique, your fingers tracing the fabric as a subtle signal for him to remove it. Logan took the hint quickly, reaching up and sliding it over his head. His muscles flexed in the dim lighting, the shadows accentuating the chiseled contours of his abs and the broad expanse of his chest. The light highlighted the dark body hair that spanned his torso, a rugged trail enticingly leading down to the waistband of his jeans.

Veins stood out on his forearms, their prominence accentuated by the strain as he wrestled with the shirt. His pelvis, with a few veins visible just peeking above the waistband of his jeans, bulged with the effort, adding to the raw, masculine allure of his figure.

You couldn't help but stare, admiration and lust mingling in your gaze. Logan's body was a sight to behold; every muscle was defined and sculpted, each curve and ridge a result of relentless training and perseverance. "Fuck..." is all you could mutter, drinking in his rugged appearance that only fuelled your carnal desire for him.

With a cocky grin, Logan chuckled softly, clearly reveling in his own chiseled, god-like presence. "Do you like what you see, bub? Don't worry darlin', it's all yours." The confidence in his expression was palpable, a mix of pride and self-assuredness that only added to his already commanding aura. His amusement was not just in his smile, but in the way his eyes sparkled with a sense of satisfaction, as if he were fully aware of the effect his imposing physique had on you.

Logan's large hands continued to roam, his fingertips grazing the edge of your thong. He trailed his fingers lower, the pads of his digits pressing against the fabric that covered your clit. His touch was gentle, yet firm, as he began to rub in slow, deliberate circles, feeling the heat emanating from you through the thin material.

"Look at you, bub. You're dripping for me, aren't you? Can't wait for me to fill you up, can you? Aren't you such a good girl for me, hmm? Your pretty pussy all ready for me. That's what you want, isn't it darlin'?"

Logan didn't give you any time to respond as he dove down to you again, he captured your lips in another kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as his fingers continued to tease you. The sensation of his fingers against your clit, combined with the warmth of his kiss, had you moaning into his mouth. Logan loved the sound, his own arousal growing with each moan that escaped you.

His fingers continued to expertly rub against your clit, teasing the sensitive nub as he leaned in. Fervently, he pulled away nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. With a wicked grin that you couldn't see, he pressed his lips to your neck, sucking gently, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses that sent shivers down your spine. Your lips parted in a silent plea for him to return, your body craving the warmth, the moisture, the intimacy.

"You're so desperate for this cock, aren't you? Beg for it, bub." His head still buried into your neck, you couldn't see the carnal desire that you knew was laced in his expression but you could hear it in his gravelly uttering. "I bet you'd do anything for it, wouldn't you? Tell me how much you need it, and I might just give it to you."

For Logan, there was no greater pleasure than hearing you admit your need for his cock, the raw, visceral desire in your voice. The thought of his thick, member filling you, stretching you wide, your wet, tight walls gripping him with every thrust, sent a jolt of satisfaction through him. He imagined your face flushed and contorted with pleasure, your moans and cries growing more frantic as he pounded into you, your body arching to meet his every thrust, your voice stuttering out his name in a primal cry of ecstasy.

Logan's own arousal was a tangible thing, a throbbing, insistent presence straining against the confines of his jeans. The outline was stark and unmistakable.

Your breath hitched in your throat as Logan's fingers continued to tease your clit, the sensation overwhelming. "Please, Logan, I need your cock. I need you to fill me up, to make me yours. I'll do anything, just please, please fuck me."

The plea for Logan's cock spilled from your lips, the words tumbling out in a desperate, ragged rush. Your voice shook with a raw, unabashed honesty, the vulnerability and need in your tone leaving no doubt as to the depth of your desire for him. You were painfully aware of how pathetic your begging might sound, but in that moment, you were utterly helpless before him. Logan was your undoing, the one who could strip you of all sense of control, reducing you to a quivering, desperate wreck in his presence.

"Is that all you've got, bub? I want to hear you really beg, show me how much you want it. Tell me what you'd do to have this cock inside you." His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, as he continued to torment you with his fingers, the cruel tease driving you mad with lust. He brought his teeth to the tender skin of your neck and gentle nibbled at it.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and desire. Logan's demand for more left you squirming beneath his touch, your body aching for release. You closed your eyes, biting your lip as you tried to gather your courage. The thought of submitting to him, of groveling, made your core clench with a heady mix of lust and shame.

"I'll do anything, please, I'll worship your cock. I'll bend over and take it deep and hard, let you use me however you want. Just let me have you, Logan, please, I need you."

The words were a raw, unfiltered expression of your desire, a testament to the depths of your need for him. You knew you sounded degrading, but in that moment, it was the only way to express the urgency and intensity of your desire. You were willing to do whatever it took to have him, to finally feel the blissful fullness of his cock inside you.

Logan withdrew his hand, a smug grin on his face as he leaned back, propping himself up on his elbow. He gazed at your flushed, disheveled form, taking a moment to savor the sight of your desperation and need for him. Your eyes, heavy-lidded and sultry, bore into him with a yearning that was both intoxicating and exhilarating.

"You'll let me use you, huh? Just how I want?" His voice was thick with lust as he considered your offer, the image of your eager, submissive body a temptation he found difficult to resist. "Well, bub, if you're offering yourself up like that, I think it's only fair that I take what you're offering."

He pushed himself up from the sofa, his skin was flushed, heat rising in his cheeks as the intensity of the situation and his own desire became apparent. His sinewy muscles seemed to ripple beneath his skin, the light catching on the slight sheen of sweat that had begun to form. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead.

As Logan fumbled with the buckle of his belt, the action slow and deliberate, his broad chest heaved with each breath. The dark, piercing eyes that met yours were fierce and intent, seemingly trying to undress you with their heated gaze. The air between you grew thick with tension, charged with the electricity of desire as he practically eye-fucked you, leaving you squirming in your lingerie on the couch.

Once the buckle was undone, Logan took hold of the belt, beginning to carefully unthread it from the loops of his jeans. With each smooth, deliberate motion, the tension in the room grew. He discarded the belt to the floor, the metal hitting the hardwood with a soft clink.

Taking a momentary break from his task, Logan reached for the glass of whiskey that still sat untouched on the coffee table. He downed the amber liquid in one smooth gulp, his throat working as he swallowed. A satisfied hum escaped him as he licked his lips, the sensation of the whiskey warming his insides. With a heavy hand, he placed the glass back on the table, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Logan's hands moved to the button of his jeans, slowly sliding it through the hole and popping it open. He began to lower his pants, the fabric resisting his movements, bunching around his thighs. As he freed himself from the confines of his jeans, his hand found its way to the bulge in his boxers. His fingers brushed against the hot, rigid length of his cock, rubbing through the fabric in a slow, teasing motion. The sight of him pleasuring himself, even through the barrier of his underwear, was enough to make you squirm on the couch, the need for him growing more insistent with each passing second.

Logan's voice, deep and gravelly, filled the room as he spoke, the teasing lilt in his tone sending shivers down your spine. "Do you want me to show you what you've been thinking about all day, bubs?"

He continued to toy with his cock, the way his fingers moved over the fabric a tantalizing dance that left you aching for more. You could almost feel the heat radiating from him, the thick, veiny length straining against the confines of his boxers, begging for release.

You nodded eagerly, your eyes locked onto his hand as it continued to stroke over his cock. The pulsing, throbbing need between your legs grew more and more unbearable, an insatiable hunger that demanded to be sated. You fought the urge to start pleasuring yourself, knowing full well that Logan enjoyed making you wait, enjoy the anticipation, before finally giving in to your desires.

Logan's smirk deepened, a sly glint in his eyes, his voice a low, husky rumble. "Use your words, darlin'. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours. Put those lips of yours to work."

Logan's teasing continued, his tone alluring as he urged you on. "Come on, you've been such a good girl already. Say 'please'." Instead of simply stroking, he now gripped his erection, the outline of his cock now painfully obvious through the thin fabric of his boxers. The sight of it, combined with Logan's relentless teasing, was enough to push you to the brink of insanity.

Finally, you found your voice, your words shaky and desperate. "Please, Logan, show me what I've been thinking about all day. Please, please, show me your cock."

Logan's lips curved into a satisfied grin, his teeth flashing as he bestowed praise upon you. "Good girl, bubs. I knew you had it in you." He took his time, moving deliberately and teasingly as he slid his boxers down his legs. The fabric caught on his thick, erect member, the sight of it being released, springing free and smacking against his abdomen, was pure torture. Once it was fully free, his cock bobbed, standing proud and upright, the head glistening with precum.

He didn't linger any longer, sliding both his jeans and boxers off of his legs, which had been pooling around his knees. He stood before you, fully and completely naked. His body was a sight to behold. The veins that bulged at his pelvis continued to run down his rigid length.

His large, calloused hands wrapped around his shaft, the grip firm and confident. Logan began to stroke himself, the slow, deliberate motions drawing out the pleasure. As he moved, he made his way back towards the couch, his eyes locked onto yours the entire time. Logan's approach was both eager and gentle, his large hand wrapping around your wrist with a tenderness that belied the raw power and strength he possessed. With surprising ease, he dragged you gently, positioning you so that you leaned over the arm of the couch. Your body followed his lead, naturally conforming to the position he wanted, your ass now raised in the air, presented to him, ready for his taking.

A satisfied hum rumbled in Logan's chest as he took in the view, his hands moving to explore the curves of your ass. His fingers traced the lines of your cheeks, the pads of his digits pressing into the soft flesh, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Logan's hands continued to roam over your ass, his voice a low growl in your ear as he uttered dirty, filthy words. "You're a good girl, coming over here tonight, begging for my cock. You're just aching for me to take you, aren't you, bub? To fill you up, to claim every inch of you as mine."

Logan's hands squeezed your ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the flesh as he kneaded and massaged you. His touch was firm, possessive, as if he were claiming you through the physical connection. With a slow, deliberate motion, he used his thumbs to slide your underwear to the side, revealing your wetness to him. Two fingers slipped inside, the warmth enveloping them as they slid in with ease. A contented murmur escaped him, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

The sensation of Logan's fingers inside of you, the way they delved deep, was almost too much. You couldn't help the breathy moans and lustful exhales that escaped your lips, your face pressed into the leather seat of the sofa as he pleasured you from behind. Your body arched, your hips rolling back to meet his touch, encouraging him to go deeper, to claim more of you. The way he talked to you, the filthy words that rolled off his tongue, only served to fuel the fire of your desire, making you squirm and writhe against his touch.

Logan's grip on your hip tightened, using it as leverage to push you down into the cushions. As he withdrew his fingers, they were slick with your arousal, the evidence of your need for him. He used that same hand to grip his cock. He spat onto his hand, the warm saliva mixing with your arousal, creating a makeshift lubricant. Logan rubbed the wetness onto his cock, coating it in the mixture before slowly edging the head of his cock against your entrance, the wet tip teasing you, making you whimper in anticipation.

Logan's voice was a low growl, the words dripping with lust and dominance. "Is this what you wanted darlin'? My fat cock fucking into you, huh? Is this what you've been thinking about all day? Have you missed this bubs?"

The question hung in the air, a challenge, a confirmation of what you'd been fantasizing about. Your body trembled, your breath hitching in your throat as you finally found your voice, your words thick and needy.

"Yes, please, Logan. Yes, I've missed this. I need you. I need this. Fuck - I need your cock so bad."

Logan's response was immediate, his hips bucking forward ever so slightly. The head of his cock dipped into your entrance, the slick tip teasing you, making you moan into the couch. Logan's praise was laced with satisfaction, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble. "That's a good girl. You're so eager for me, aren't you, bub? You're just begging to be filled by me, to have every inch of you claimed by my cock. I knew you'd be a good girl, always wanting me, always craving my dick."

Your promise was fulfilled as he bucked his hips forward once more, this time not stopping at the entrance. His cock filled you completely, the sensation of him stretching you, making you gasp and moan into the cushion. Your body gripped the material of the couch, your fingers digging into the fabric as you tried to hold onto something, anything, as Logan claimed you. Your core clenched around him, the wet, slick walls of your pussy adjusting to the size of his cock.

As if sensing your need, Logan's primal instincts took over, his rhythm quickening as he began to fuck into you deeply and with unrelenting force. The head of his cock brushed against your sensitive spot with each thrust, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Your body arched to meet his, your hips rolling in sync with his, encouraging him to go deeper, to claim more of you. Your moans grew louder, your body quivering with each thrust, the pleasure building within you, threatening to consume you whole.

Logan's grunts filled the room, the sounds of his satisfaction mingling with your own moans. He used both hands to grip your hip, his fingers digging into the flesh as he sought the perfect angle to hit your sweet spot, to make you writhe and squirm beneath him. "You're such a good girl, bub. Look at you, taking my cock so well."

Your body tensed, your core clenching as Logan's cock continued to thrust into you, the subtle pressure overwhelmingly nice. Your breathing hitched, your voice strained as you managed to utter, "Fuck - L- Logan-"

His voice was a husky growl, his words a promise of what was to come. "Mm, that's it bubs, my name sounds so pretty coming from your lips." His hands moved to your back, the firm grip pushing you down into the couch as he continued to take control, to claim you fully.

Logan's thrusts grew more forceful, each one driving deep into your core, his girthy cock stretching and filling you completely. Your body surrendered to the sensation, your hips arching to meet each powerful stroke. The sound of your moans, breathy and pleading, echoed through the room, mingling with the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the rhythmic symphony of your shared passion.

Logan's face contorted with his own pleasure, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you fall further under his spell. His voice rumbled through the room, a deep growl of satisfaction, "You like that, bub? You like how I own you like this?"

The question sent another wave of pleasure coursing through your body, the heady mix of submission and dominance pushing you closer to the edge. The tension within you coiled tighter, the sweet torment of Logan's edge play threatening to tip you over the brink. You nodded, your body trembling, your nails digging into the couch as you fought to hold onto the last threads of coherence.

"That's my girl," Logan praised. His fingers dug into your hips, gripping you tightly as he continued to thrust, the rhythm of his movements a relentless march towards your climax.

Leaning down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Tell me when you're ready to cum, bub. I wanna hear those pretty little words leave your mouth." His teeth grazed your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

Logan's keen senses, honed by his mutation, allowed him to detect the most minute changes in your body, the subtle shift in the pitch of your moans, the heightened surge of oxytocin that coursed through your nervous system. He reveled in these signs, knowing that you were nearing the brink, the culmination of your pleasure. Yet, there was something else he enjoyed even more. He wanted to hear the words spill from your lips, to witness the undoing of your composure, to have you become a blubbering, breathless mess as you confessed your impending climax.

His grip on your hips tightened, and he increased the tempo of his thrusts. The walls of your sex clenched around him, and you could feel the pressure building, the familiar coil of tension that promised release. As your body tensed, the tell-tale signs becoming more pronounced, Logan's eyes gleamed with anticipation. The sight of you, flushed and writhing beneath him, was a sight he could never grow tired of.

Your whispered confession, "I'm… I'm close, Logan. I'm gonna cum…" sent a jolt of pure satisfaction through him. It was like a trigger, igniting the fuse that would lead to the explosion of your pleasure. "That's it, bub," Logan encouraged as he continued to thrust into you, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room. "You're doing so good. Let it take you. Just a little more, bubs. You're so close. I can feel it."

His hand slid down your body, slipping between your legs to find your swollen clit. With a gentle yet firm touch, he began to rub in circles, adding another layer of stimulation to your already heightened senses.

The combination of his words, his touch, and the sensations of his cock buried deep within you pushed you over the precipice. Your body arched and squirmed beneath him, a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure escaping your lips. The sound of your ecstasy was accompanied by the soft crinkling of the leather sofa beneath you. Logan continued to stroke your clit, milking every last drop of pleasure from your orgasm, his thrusts slowing as he rode out your climax with you. "Good girl, bub," he praised, his voice laced with satisfaction.

Logan felt his own release drawing near, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming more urgent, his breath hitching in his chest. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fought to maintain control, to prolong the agonizingly sweet edge he found himself teetering on.

As Logan felt the telltale signs of his own impending release, he pulled out of you, his cock glistening with your juices. With a growl, he aimed himself at your back, releasing his hot seed in thick ropes onto your skin.

The warmth of his cum cascaded down your spine, the sensation both arousing and exhilarating. Logan's gaze followed the path of his release, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as he watched the evidence of his pleasure. "I've always loved the way you look when you're spent, bub."

Logan's chest heaved as he caught his breath, the afterglow of their passion washing over you both. "I'll go and get a towel for you, bubs," he stated softly. He gave your ass a gentle pat before heading towards the bathroom, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And I'll run you a nice hot bath. You're going to need it after all that."

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Hiiii.! Can you do a Pedro x reader, she's his bartender. Super flirty, they go clubbing public hook up.?

A Night of Temptation

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 2262| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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It was a slow Thursday night at The Ember—a downtown bar known for its edgy cocktails, pulsating music, and a clientele that craved something more than the ordinary. You, Y/N, stood behind the bar with practiced ease, mixing drinks and exchanging flirty smiles with regulars. As a plus-size bartender with a magnetic charm and an effortless swagger, you had the uncanny ability to make every customer feel special. But tonight, something was different. There was a buzz in the air, an anticipation that made your pulse quicken.

Around 10 PM, as the club lights began to pulse in time with the deep bass of a DJ’s set, the door swung open, and in walked Pedro. His warm smile and charismatic presence immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room. Dressed in a fitted leather jacket and dark jeans, he moved with a confident grace that made hearts flutter—even yours. You had always admired his rugged charm and the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. Tonight, however, there was an extra spark in his gaze as he made his way over to the bar.

“Hey there,” Pedro said, his voice low and inviting as he leaned casually on the counter. “Could I trouble you for your best drink?”

You grinned, already enjoying the playful energy between you two. “Of course, handsome,” you replied with a wink. “What’s your poison tonight? Something to match that daring look of yours?”

He chuckled, glancing around the buzzing bar before settling his eyes on you. “Surprise me,” he said, his tone laced with mischief. “I trust your taste.”

As you began crafting a specialty cocktail—a creation of tangy citrus and a hint of spice that you called the “Liquid Fire”—the conversation flowed easily. The music pulsed around you, the neon lights flickered, and every now and then, you caught his eyes lingering on you a bit longer than necessary.

“So, Y/N,” he began as you slid the drink across the bar, “what do you love most about working here?”

You paused, letting your eyes wander over the crowded room. “I’d say it’s the energy—the unpredictability of the night. You never know who’s going to walk through that door, or what kind of magic is about to happen,” you said, your tone soft and flirtatious.

Pedro’s smile deepened. “I can see that. And tonight, I feel like magic,” he murmured, his gaze intense. “I must admit, I’m usually not one to make a scene, but there’s something about this place… and you.”

The compliment made you blush, and you leaned in conspiratorially. “Oh? And what exactly do you find so mesmerizing?” you asked, your voice dropping to a playful whisper.

“Your confidence, your laughter… the way you mix passion into every drink you serve,” Pedro replied, his tone earnest. “I mean, look at you—commanding the room, yet so warm and inviting. It’s irresistible.”

Before you could respond, the DJ announced a new set, and the energy in the bar shifted. The Ember wasn’t just a bar tonight—it was a full-blown club. With the promise of dancing and uninhibited fun in the air, Pedro leaned closer. “I have an idea,” he said, his eyes dancing with anticipation. “How about we take this conversation somewhere a bit… more lively?”

A thrill shot through you. “I thought you’d never ask,” you replied with a playful laugh. “Let’s hit the club then.”

Moments later, you and Pedro stepped out into the cool night, leaving the familiar comfort of the bar behind. The city’s neon glow beckoned, and soon you found yourselves at Club Inferno—a pulsating hotspot known for its eclectic mix of music, sensual ambiance, and a crowd that lived for the moment.

Inside, the club was a riot of color and sound. The beat of the music vibrated through your body as you moved together to the rhythm. Pedro’s hand found yours, and the chemistry between you was palpable. Amid the flashing lights and swirling dancers, you navigated the crowded dance floor, sharing flirtatious glances and soft laughter that drowned out the music.

“Isn’t this just electrifying?” Pedro shouted over the pulsing bass, his voice intimate despite the chaos around you.

You nodded, leaning into him. “Absolutely. There’s nothing like losing yourself in the moment,” you replied, your voice carrying a mix of excitement and desire.

Between songs, you both found moments to steal away to quieter corners of the club. In one such secluded booth, lit only by the dim red glow of overhead lights, Pedro’s eyes locked onto yours.

“You know,” he said softly, “I’ve been thinking about you all night. The way you command the bar, your confidence, your smile… I can’t get enough.”

You felt your heart flutter as his words sent shivers down your spine. “And I’ve been drawn to you since the moment you walked in,” you admitted, your tone husky with desire. “There’s something about you, Pedro, that makes me want to let go—completely.”

He grinned, his hand sliding to brush a stray hair away from your face. “Maybe we should find somewhere a little more private,” he suggested, his eyes darkening with intensity. “I want to show you just how irresistible you are.”

Before you could reply, the crowd’s energy seemed to shift around you, as if the universe itself were urging you on. The next song began, a slow, seductive rhythm that beckoned you closer. Unable to resist, you and Pedro drifted together to a quieter area near the edge of the dance floor—an alcove shielded by a thick curtain of ambient lights and swirling silhouettes.

“Here,” Pedro whispered, pulling you gently against him. “Let’s make this moment ours.”

The world around you melted away as his lips found yours. It was a kiss charged with longing, playful yet undeniably intense. The taste of his kiss was intoxicating—a blend of mischief, promise, and raw desire that left you breathless. In the haze of the club, with the pulsing beat as your soundtrack, you surrendered to the pull between you.

“God, Y/N,” Pedro murmured against your lips, his voice rough with need. “You drive me crazy. I’ve wanted this all night.”

You laughed softly, your fingers threading through his hair. “Show me what you’ve been holding back,” you teased, your tone both daring and inviting.

The heat between you built with every heartbeat as the club’s energy seemed to amplify your desires. Surrounded by a sea of dancing bodies and neon light, you both knew that tonight was a night of freedom—of letting go and embracing the thrill of the moment.

“Let’s be bold,” Pedro said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Let’s forget about everything else and just… be.”

You nodded, feeling the surge of adrenaline and passion. “I’m with you,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly with anticipation.

The music swelled as you both moved into an even more secluded area—a narrow corridor that led to an outdoor terrace overlooking the city skyline. Here, the air was cooler, the noise of the club softened into a distant hum, and the stars shone above like silent witnesses to your unfolding passion.

Standing together under the night sky, Pedro’s hand still clasped tightly in yours, you could feel the intensity of the moment. “You’re incredible, Y/N,” he murmured, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re fierce, confident, and… utterly captivating.”

The sincerity in his voice sent warmth spreading through you. “And you, Pedro, have this way of making every moment feel like an adventure,” you replied, your eyes meeting his in a deep, unspoken understanding. “I love how you embrace life—the spontaneity, the passion, the willingness to dive headfirst into the unknown.”

Pedro’s gaze softened, and he stepped closer. “I can’t help but be drawn to you. Every glance, every smile—it’s like you set my heart on fire. I want to experience every moment of this night with you.”

Before you could respond, the space between you disappeared as he pulled you into a fierce kiss. The kiss deepened, full of promise and exploration, as you both surrendered to the magnetic pull that had brought you together. In that kiss, amid the cool night air and the distant hum of the club, you discovered a freedom you hadn’t known before—a liberation of body and soul.

“Pedro,” you whispered against his lips, your voice barely audible, “I want you… right here, right now.”

His response was a soft, approving murmur as he broke the kiss just enough to whisper in your ear. “Then let’s not wait any longer, beautiful,” he said, his tone both commanding and tender. “Let’s make this moment unforgettable.”

The world around you blurred into a background of dim lights and soft music as Pedro’s hands roamed your body, igniting sparks with every touch. In that outdoor haven, shielded from prying eyes yet still tantalizingly public, you both embraced the thrill of the forbidden—a passionate hook-up that was as daring as it was intoxicating.

Between passionate kisses and whispered declarations, the dialogue between you grew louder in your minds—even if the words were lost amidst the music and night air. Every shared breath, every teasing laugh, built an intimacy that transcended the physical. You and Pedro weren’t just sharing a moment; you were weaving together a tapestry of desire, trust, and unspoken promises.

“You’re so amazing, Y/N,” Pedro murmured as he traced the curve of your neck with reverence. “I love the way you challenge me, the way you let me see every part of you—fearless, raw, and so beautifully alive.”

Your heart pounded in response, each word stoking the flames of your desire. “And I love you for it,” you replied, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions. “You make me feel seen, like every part of me matters.”

The conversation, though muted by the heat of passion, flowed freely as you both explored the boundaries of the night. Pedro’s playful yet tender dirty talk mingled with gentle caresses, each word and touch drawing you deeper into the realm of shared ecstasy. The thrill of a public rendezvous added an edge of exhilaration, making every stolen moment feel like a secret shared between just the two of you.

“Tell me, Y/N,” Pedro whispered, his eyes dark with desire as he pressed close, “do you feel that too? The way tonight makes us forget everything but the intensity of our connection?”

You nodded, your voice husky with need. “I feel it, Pedro. Tonight, nothing else exists but you and me. The world fades away, and all I can see is the passion in your eyes.”

His reply was a soft, fervent laugh as he captured your lips in another searing kiss. “Then let’s make sure this night leaves a mark—one that we’ll both remember every time we see the stars.”

For what felt like an eternity, you both lost yourselves in that kiss, the cool night air mingling with the heat of your passion. Every whispered word and every tender touch reaffirmed the bond between you, a connection that was as spontaneous as it was profound.

As the night wore on and the distant sounds of the club faded into the background, you and Pedro finally pulled back, both breathless and glowing in the moonlight. The public hook-up had been daring, a wild dance on the edge of propriety, yet in every stolen glance and every whispered promise, you found something deeper—a mutual respect and affection that transcended the fleeting thrill of the moment.

Sitting side by side on a wrought-iron bench, the city lights twinkling in the distance, Pedro rested his head gently on your shoulder. “Thank you for tonight, Y/N,” he said softly. “For taking a chance, for being bold, for sharing this adventure with me.”

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “Thank you, Pedro, for showing me what it means to truly live in the moment,” you replied. “Tonight was about passion, about connection—and about knowing that sometimes, the best parts of life are those spontaneous moments that take your breath away.”

As the first hints of dawn began to break over the horizon, you both sat in comfortable silence, the memories of the night etched into your hearts. In that quiet moment, it was clear that the connection you shared wasn’t just about the thrill of a public escapade—it was about something real, something that promised more nights of laughter, passion, and shared dreams.

Later, as you walked Pedro back to his apartment under the soft glow of streetlights, the dialogue between you remained playful and tender. “So,” Pedro said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “when are we doing this again? I have a feeling that tonight was only the beginning.”

You laughed, the sound light and full of promise. “I’m already looking forward to our next adventure,” you replied, your hand slipping into his. “After all, every great story needs another chapter.”

In that moment, as you embraced the uncertainty and beauty of the night, you knew that your connection with Pedro was something rare and wonderful. It wasn’t just about the flirtatious glances, the steamy kisses, or the daring public hook-up—it was about two souls daring to live authentically, to embrace every passionate moment, and to write their own story with every beat of their hearts.

And so, as the night gave way to the soft light of a new day, you and Pedro stepped forward together—into a future filled with endless possibilities, wild adventures, and the unyielding promise of love that burned brighter than any neon light in the city.

[barbiedemonaco]

as promised— some girl!driver fashion moodboards !!! starting off with my personal favs charles & george & lewis ❤️🩵💜

lengthy explanation + some more headcanons for each below:

i *personally* believe these three would be very traditionally feminine so this is reflected in my choices again this is all according to my *personal* headcanon which might not be the same as yours and that’s ok.. and yes they wouldn’t be decked out in designer/editorial 24/7 they’re athletes so they’d most likely live in puma or nike tech or lululemon or something idk but if they made as much money as their canon counterparts they might as well serve cunt on a daily basis idc this is my blog and i make the rules

charles

- warm autumn; lots of red obvi i don’t care that canonically charles’ favorite color is blue You’re Red Because I Say So

- i feel like she would get a little quirky and avant-garde with it… she does not have a single plain white tshirt it’s All statement pieces

- following up with the last point some of the cuter stuff i found were cropped tops and all that but i also wanted to pay homage to boy charles who’s a cozy mouse so we also have some cute sweaters in here for her..

- didn’t know how to showcase this here but she wouldn’t wear a bra and it is important to me that you know that

- slight animal theme here with the cheetah print and tabi flats.. it just makes Sense To Me

- for the making of these moodboards i didn’t really look for specific brands or fashion houses i would just pick pieces from my own pinterest boards as i scrolled through them but ive said time and time again that charles would be a die hard miu miu girl it just makes sense to me !!!

- keywords: playful + eclectic + romantic

george

- cool summer; i went with light and airy colors so lots of cream and cyan and powder blue

- silhouette wise i wanted to go with tight/confining pieces ?? to show off her self-discipline and uptightness… character design 101

- i feel like she’d (FOOLISHLY and BLASPHEMOUSLY) be self-conscious of her height so shoe-wise she’d do flats/oxfords/loafers/boat shoes (lol i know..) but if she *had* to wear something more formal she’d go with kitten heels

- keywords: intellectual + subdued + structured

lewis

- bright spring; i stuck with purple/magenta/silver as the main colors on this moodboard for the sake of visual cohesion but i feel like her wardrobe would be much much much more colorful

- with this one i knewww i needed to step my pussy game up bc of who we’re dealing with… someone who knows Actual Fashion.. so i knew i could not for the life of me make something ugly or god forbid boring

- lots of fun glitzy glamour ! i had to physically restrain myself from not doing just cunty clubwear bc this is meant to be for present-day self-actualized crunchy granola lewis not old testament hooking-up-with-rihanna lewis.. ik that version of herself speaks to her like venom

- like boy lewis i feel like she would like to show off her guns so lots of sleeveless tops 🙂‍↕️ but also some more billowing silhouettes !

- she’s tiny so she’d lovee to wear a big ass platform

- keywords: glamorous + sleek + futuristic

[emsprovisions]

Happy Wednesday! I’m happy to be sharing a little something from top secret au once again:

After work, Carlos goes to a bar he often frequents when he’s in the mood to forget about how hopeless his life feels. He’s a gay man that married a woman, and now she’s missing and most of the time, he isn’t sure if he’s relieved or ashamed of how it makes him feel to be free.

But he isn’t ever truly free. He’s too ashamed to admit that he hasn’t fully let go of her. He doesn’t want her to be his wife again, but their situation is one most people wouldn’t understand.

So he goes to bars where the men he hooks up with are nameless, their faces shrouded in darkness, and he never has to see them again. Never has to bare his soul and admit how much he hates one night stands. How they never really scratch the itch inside of him to love and be loved, a warm man in his bed every morning, and love that he can come home to and cook for every evening.

He pretends this is enough.

And he does a pretty damn good job at fooling himself too, most days.

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[carlos-in-glasses]

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A little moment between Carlos and Sam in BF Fic:

“I know someone who knows a golden retriever who knows another golden retriever who’s having puppies,” Sam said as they returned from the kitchen with coffee number three of the morning.

“A golden retriever who knows a golden retriever?” Carlos enquired, face scrunching.

“You know what I mean.” Sam waved a hand.

“I don’t, in fact.”

“Just saying,” Sam said boastfully, settling back into his swivel chair. Carlos watched him place his mug onto a glazed coaster with his youngest daughter's handprint on it. “You want a puppy for your boy – I can hook you up.”

Carlos let out the confused little chuckle that Sam often causes, and it felt good to laugh. It felt good to think of the future. On his desk, Carlos adjusted the group photo of TK and him with his parents, bringing it slightly forwards.

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[alrightbuckaroo]

WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday, everyone! Bringing you a Work is Published this week with a saucy snippet from my latest fic, your need grows teeth. Thanks so much to everyone who's already given it a read, I'm slowly but surely replying to comments <3

“Fuck,” TK utters as Carlos pushes him through the bedroom door. Knocking his back against the wood as they crash through.

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” Carlos growls out as he grabs the hem of TK’s shirt and begins unbuttoning it like he did all those nights ago at Babylon. Once the shirt is split open, Carlos looks up and is greeted with a straight faced line of a smile and an unimpressed glaze over green eyes.

“It wasn’t funny on our anniversary and it’s not funny now,” TK argues as he begins unbuttoning Carlos’ jeans, the joke not causing enough of a hindrance to end the night now.

Carlos’ eyebrows furrow, the mention of their anniversary catching him off guard seeing that it’s February and they became official in May. He laughs as TK starts planting kisses down his bare chest. “Did you really remember the date of the day I sucked your dick in a bathroom stall?”

“What can I say,” TK exhales, biting on Carlos’ clavicle. “I’m a sentimentalist.”

“That’s not all you are, are you,” Carlos challenges as he pushes TK onto the bed. He hooks his hands into the waistline of TK’s jeans, and tugs. He pulls both his jeans and boxers down in one go, denim dragging against his skin and sparking something within his chest. Carlos snarls, canines bared as he gnarls out, “You’re a tease too, aren’t you baby?”

TK’s lips curl as he reaches his cock, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip before stating a blatant lie. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He softly ushers out, the lie swathed in a libidinous bind.  

He reaches for his cock that’s slowly starting to swell, but Carlos smacks his hand away. Carlos leans over, and shadows TK’s body with his own. Brown eyes on fire, he barks out, “Since when do you touch what’s mine?”

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@ccgrizzy, @carlos-tk, @emsprovisions, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @everlastingday @theghostofashton, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @eclectic-sassycoweyes, @mrs-corrections-78, @tellmegoodbye

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@lightningboltreader, @firstprince-history-huh

Thanks for the WIP Wednesday tags: @nisbanisba, @whatsintheboxmh, @carlossreaders, and @heartstringsduet! I can't wait to see what everyone's been up to <3