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cozycottagetarot · 6 months ago

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The Little Things That Drive Them Wild

Notes: I've been working on this all week, I'm depressed and on top of that burnt out and exhausted soooo sorry if I missed any mistakes!

💄 Reading Contents:

How Do You Unintentionally Captivate Them?

The Personality Traits They Find Magnetic

Your Everyday Charm

💋 Patreon Extended:

Moments When They Feel Weak for You

Their Favorite “Caught in the Act” Moments

How They Fantasize About Responding

This reading is for entertainment purposes only! Take only what resonates be it all, some or none! ✨

PILE 1

How Do You Unintentionally Captivate Them?

Cards: Page of Cups, Two of Wands, Sun,

For some reason, the first thing that comes to mind is someone caught mid-thought, their eyes kind of distant but soft, lost in a dream or musing about something exciting. There’s something so captivating about when you slip into those moments. It’s like you radiate this quiet, hopeful energy that makes your person wonder what’s going on in that mind of yours. To them, it's irresistible.

You also have this undeniable joy exuding from you. The kind that can infects others without them even noticing. When you’re fully in the moment, letting this joy pour out of you, it’s like the world around you disappears for your person. They’re completely pulled in without you even trying.

I also keep getting this image of you smiling—a genuine, effortless kind of smile—and your person being absolutely smitten. You seem to have this way of lighting up when you’re excited or happy, and it’s almost like they can’t help but feel it, too.

The Personality Traits They Find Magnetic

Cards: Knight of Swords, Death, Seven of Wands

The first thing that stands out is your ambition and drive—you don’t hesitate to charge forward when you’ve set your sights on something, and your person finds that magnetic. And it’s not just that you’re ambitious; it’s the way you act on it. You seek out transformation and change with a sense of confidence and purpose. There’s something so inspiring to your person about the way you embrace growth, even when it means taking risks or stepping into the unknown.

I also get that your fierceness is a big part of what draws them in. I feel like you don’t back down when it comes to defending what you believe in. Even in moments where you might not be 100% correct, the passion you bring when it comes to standing your ground is something your person finds strangely endearing. Part of what draws your person to you is that spitfire energy and the way you throw your whole heart into what you care about.

But you also have a softer energy that balances everything out. You’re someone who's generous and compassionate, maybe even without a second thought. You're the type of person who would stop everything to help an injured animal or lend a hand to someone in need without a second thought. It’s that blend of intensity and gentleness that makes keeps the hooked. Your person loves how multi-dimensional you are—someone who can fight for their beliefs one moment and show deep compassion the next.

Your Everyday Charm

Cards: Five of Cups, Five of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, Ace of Cups

There’s something about you that comes across as a bit mysterious... I feel like in quieter moments when you’re lost in thought or just keeping to yourself, your person may feel like they take the time to really see you. What I mean by this is the little details about you such as the way your features soften when you’re deep in your own world.

I don’t know if you’re someone who fidgets or has a habit of touching things, but it feels like they notice those small quirks. Maybe it’s the way you twirl your hair, tap your fingers, or run your hand over a textured surface— but whatever it is, it’s something they can’t help but find endearing. I'm also getting that in moments where you’re being challenged by others, you may observe before reacting. If they're with you, it’s like they can see the gears turning in your head. They love watching you process things, almost like they’re trying to understand your inner workings of your mind.

There’s also this magical quality about you, like you have this ability to make life feel filled with magic in the simplest of ways. You might not even realize it, but somehow you make them feel like they’re living in a dream. There’s a sweetness to the way you show care, whether it’s through small, everyday gestures or moments where you’re pouring into your person or your relationship. Even mundane things—like making them a cup of coffee, fixing their hair, or just sitting next to them—feel enchanted for your person.

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PILE 2

How Do You Unintentionally Captivate Them?

Cards: Five of Wands, Three of Cups, Death

The first thing that comes to mind is your ability to adapt effortlessly to different environments and social circles. It’s like you could seamlessly blend into one group today and an entirely opposite group tomorrow, without missing a beat. This could stem from a survival mechanism you developed throughout your life, but it’s become second nature—a part of who you are. Your ability to navigate these social dynamics with ease is likely something your person finds captivating.

There’s also a strong sense of resilience about you. The way you handle conflict or challenging situations seems graceful, almost effortless, even when the odds are stacked against you. Your person might be struck by how you manage to remain composed under pressure and spin difficult moments into opportunities for growth. They might admire the way you emerge from the other side of hardship renewed, stronger, and ready to embrace what’s next.

Beyond that, there’s a warm, supportive energy radiating from you. Whether you’re celebrating with others or offering comfort, you seem to have a knack for making people feel at ease. I also get a sense of enchantment from these cards, almost as if there’s a spark of magic in how you carry yourself. For some reason, Tinker Bell comes to mind—maybe it’s a reminder of your playful, whimsical side or your ability to light up a room in unexpected ways. Maybe it's a confirmation for something you've been pondering on for a bit.

The Personality Traits They Find Magnetic Cards: Seven of Cups (Reversed), Page of Pentacles, The Emperor

You give off an energy of someone who is grounded, decisive, and incredibly self-assured. You have an ability to cut through the noise (of life really). While others might get lost in daydreams or overwhelmed by choices, you’re someone who sees clearly and knows exactly what you want. Your person could likely find this decisiveness magnetic, as it exudes a quiet confidence that feels stable and dependable.

I think you also bring a unique blend of practicality and creativity to the table. You’re someone who can take even the smallest spark of an idea and nurture it into something tangible. You have the focus and drive to bring dreams to life, and that’s an inspiring quality. It’s like you’re the one people look to when they need a plan or want to see something through. You come across as someone who knows how to take charge and create stability, whether in your own life or for those around you. Your person might admire how dependable you are, someone they (and others) can rely on for solid advice or a calm presence in chaotic times. I also feel like you're someone who puts the time and effort in and that's something that just does it for your person.

Your Everyday Charm Cards: Wheel of Fortune, The World, Five of Pentacles

There’s something charming about how you carry yourself through life’s ups and downs and not just the significant moments but the little ones too. Like missing a bus, running late for work, running out of something when you need it (I hope you get the gist lol). I also feel like your person sees beauty not just in your appearance (although that's emphasized as well) but in the way you quietly navigate the dull moments and short term disappointments we experience. You have a way of picking yourself up and boosting your spirit that is endearing. On a daily level, it might be the little things you do to create beauty in your life, no matter the circumstances. Think how you decorate your spaces, plate your food, cultivate a cozy moment.

Your person really admire how you’re able to turn the simplest things into something special, creating a life that feels fulfilling and intentional even when resources are limited. You don’t need the latest trends or expensive items—you can take something as humble as a few old books or scraps and turn them into something that feels genuinely valuable.

Your person notices the way you focus on making things better, no matter the circumstances, and finds it charming and hard to ignore.

Pile 3

How You Unintentionally Captivate Them

Cards: Death, Judgement. The Emperor, The Hierophant

It’s not just one thing—it’s everything about you that pulls them in without you even realizing it. There’s this grounded, unshakeable energy you carry, but it’s wrapped in a quiet elegance that feels so effortless. It’s not about trying to stand out; you just do. The way you move through life—intentional, steady, and composed—creates a presence that people can’t help but notice. Even in chaos, you somehow stay calm, like you’re the eye of the storm.

What really gets them is how deeply you focus on what’s in front of you. It’s like the world blurs around you, and you’re completely in your element. Whether it’s the way your hands move when you’re busy, the calm in your voice when you’re speaking, or the determination in your eyes when you’re locked into something—it’s magnetic. They can’t look away.

It’s in the small, subtle things, too. The way you pay attention to details, how you seem to elevate even the simplest moments, or that quiet confidence you have without even trying. Maybe it’s the way you smile, how kind you are in little ways, or the natural grace you bring into every interaction. It feels like you make life more beautiful just by being in it.

There’s this perfect balance between your strength and your calmness that they can’t get enough of. You’re firm but approachable, confident but kind, and it’s just captivating. They admire how you move through life and how you make them feel just by being yourself.

The Personality Traits They Find Magnetic

Cards: Four of Cups, Eight of Wands, Queen of Wands, Strength

Your person is attracted to how intentional you are about what you let into your world. You don’t say “yes” just to go along with things or settle for something that doesn’t feel right. Your discerning nature makes you stand out and pulls them in.

There’s also the way you move through life with an air of purpose, momentum, and confidence. You don’t linger too long in “what ifs” or overthinking; you simply trust yourself to make the right call and go for it. It makes watching you in action thrilling for your person as you bring this bright, unstoppable energy wherever you go. You’re bold, and you own it, but it never feels forced. It’s just you, shining naturally.

I do think that what makes you really magnetic to your person is how you balance your boldness with gentleness. Beneath all you passion and creativity, there’s a softness that makes people feel safe and seen. It’s in the way you treat others with kindness and show care without making a big deal about it. Even when you’re chasing your passions, you always seem to carry this warmth and thoughtfulness.

Your Everyday Charm

Cards: Wheel of Fortune, Justice, Nine of Pentacles

Somehow, you manage to make the simplest moments feel special, like everything you touch has a hint of magic to it. Even the way you go about your routine feels intentional, like you’re crafting a life that’s all your own.

I know I keep saying it, but the balance you keep on a daily basis charms your person. You’ve got this knack for keeping things in harmony, be it work, downtime, or fun, and on top of that you make it look so natural. It’s not about chasing perfection either, you just do what works for you. I think your person admires this so much.

I think you also manage to genuinely enjoy your everyday life and your person loves that about you. You don’t wait for big moments to feel happy—you find joy in the small stuff. Whether it’s sipping your favorite tea, throwing on an outfit that makes you feel amazing, or stopping to notice something beautiful, you have this way of savoring life that’s so refreshing.

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dacrystalsim · 3 months ago

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fresitasmoribund · 24 days ago

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i’m utterly OBSESSED with your model wolfstar x reader posts

could we potentially get a part 3 (maybe where we are shooting another intimate one bc the last one did so well and sirius convinces remus to do the modelling and let him work the camera - which he does, except this shoot has a far more provocative rougher vibe that the other one and at one point we’re on our knees and stuff and then bam.. smut) 🤭🤗❤️

this took forever im so sorry!

-`♡´- part: 1, 2

-`♡´- pairing: Poly!Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

-`♡´- contains: model!sirius, model!reader, photographer!remus, established wolfstar, modern au, praise, smut, oral (male receiving), fingering

-`♡´- warning: hair pulling (reader has pullable hair? LOL idk hair texture isn’t specified), fingers in mouth

-`♡´- masterlist

-`♡´- word count: 6k

The loft is quiet, save for the creaking of floorboards beneath your heels. You cross your arms, unsure if it is the chill in the air or the thought of seeing them again that raise the goose pimples along your skin.

It had been weeks since that shoot – weeks of confusion and unasked questions. You didn’t know what the three of you were. Nevertheless, the first shoot had been a wild success. Your agent hasn’t stopped singing its praises. “You’re in high demand,” she’d chirped over the phone while confirming this follow-up shoot. “Black and Lupin? Absolute magic with you.”

But the aftermath of the first shoot had still left you feeling… you weren’t quite sure. They’d sent gifts, messages congratulating you, and even a bottle of wine with Sirius’ sprawling handwriting across a tag that read To our muse. Sweet, sure, but what did it mean for the three of you?

And then there was the box. It showed up on your doorstep a week after the shoot. You’d stared at the box for a long moment before opening it – heart pounding – wondering if this was some final gesture to put the shoot behind you… or if it meant something else entirely.

It was the exact set you’d worn during that intimate whirlwind, folded neatly inside. A card in Remus’ script read: Just in case you ever fancy wearing it again.

That was all. No calls. No new texts. No mention of the way Remus’ words seared your skin, or the way Sirius’ mouth had you crying out in pleasure. You concluded that the near-magnetic tension that had pulled the three of you together was only temporary fun. Now, you were booked to face them again.

Your stomach fluttered. What happens this time?

Shadows play along the exposed brick walls, lending the place a rugged feeling. It was a far cry from the chic air of your last photoshoot. And – despite the awkwardness that pulses beneath the surface – they greet you warmly. Remus smiles as Sirius opens his arms for an embrace you can’t stop yourself from being wrapped in. He smells just as you remembered – like a sweet smoky leather.

“Everything okay?” Remus asks as you take a step back from Sirius.

You nod, grateful for the assurance. You’re trying so hard not to smile like an idiot, the corners of your lips twitching. The last shot was so intense, so unpredictable, that this anticipation was getting to you.

“You look perfect,” Sirius chimes in, walking behind you to better appreciate the backless dress you’re wearing.

You look over your shoulder before you can stop yourself. “Planning on buying me this one too?”

You immediately regret what you’d just blurted out. You had only meant it as a joke, not to call out either of them for their leaving you in the dark. A deeper part of you rejoiced in the way Sirius’ eyes widened just a tad, and the intake of breath from the man in front of you.

“Tempting,” was all Sirius mumbles as he walks past you, and he briefly steals another glance at you. You don’t have it in you to apologize, but you do go silent and stare at the floor. But apologize for what, exactly?

As he settles into the chair provided for the pictures, he breaks your sudden trance. “Shall we get straight into it?”

Looking up, Remus gives you a reassuring smile and nod, which you return. You move toward Sirius, and upon your approach, he spreads his legs and looks up at you with that wicked grin of his.

“Up you go, gorgeous,” he murmurs, his hand reaching out to help you onto his lap. You hesitate for a moment, but the pull is too strong. You slide into position, sitting on one of his thighs feeling the warmth of his body beneath you. One of his hands immediately find their place on your hip, the other on your thigh – it’s light, but purposeful.

It’s an intimate start, but it’s nothing you haven’t done together before. Still, as you settle in and Remus’ camera flashes, you try not to think too much on the weight of his hands. You’re all warm and flushed, and you feel as though your blood is boiling beneath your skin. He’s testing the waters with every inch of fabric his fingers roam over. But when you meet his gaze, the playful glint in his eyes deepens, and everything stills. His hand drifts to your back and your muscles tense, causing you to twitch. You can tell he’s trying not to laugh, and you forgive him for his cruelty as he “adjusts” one of the straps of your dress. You swallow, trying to focus on the task at hand. But the tension between you and Sirius is thick – so thick that you can almost taste it.

As you adjust your position, you turn your head toward the camera. Sirius leans in closer, his breath brushing against your ear, and you freeze. He murmurs, his voice low and rougher than before.

“I miss having you like this.” The words wrap around you as you look back to him.

Is my heart giving out? You swear it is.

You were too distracted by the confession you’ve been craving that you weren’t paying attention to his wandering hands. He pulls a gasp from you when he squeezes your breast, your eyes widening.

“Sirius.” Remus’ tone is a clear warning. For a second, you’d almost forgotten what you were here for.

“I’m being good,” Sirius replies casually, but he throws you a wink. Just as it had never happened, his hands slide down to your waist.

His lips hover just shy of yours, your breaths mingling. You fight every fiber of your being not to close the gap, but the moment is gone too quickly. He leans back, his hands still on your body. The room feels significantly smaller, and you shift in his lap. As you adjust your posture to have your body fully facing the camera, his hands follow every moment. He guides you with a casual expertise that betrays how much he’s paying attention. His fingers slide along your thighs, and you try to mask your confusion as he lifts one of your thighs to spread your legs.

You snap your head to look at him, as if to call his bluff. But you should know better, considering who you’re modeling with. Just what are you planning, Sirius Black?

His gaze is locked on yours, giving no clear indication of what he’s really planning. You gasp involuntarily again when you feel the coolness of his rings against your warm flesh, his thumb brushing along the crease of your thigh. The heat rushes to your cheeks as the sound of the camera shutter stops. His fingers slip under your underwear, but he stops before making any contact with your sex – much to your dismay. He glances up at Remus, his grin widening.

“Does this pose work for you, Moony?” It’s way too casual.

Finally detaching your eyes from Sirius’ face, you take note of how stiff Remus is, his camera lowered. His fingers twitch where they rest on the camera, and he exhales slowly. Sirius’ fingers flex against your skin, but Remus schools his features into something neutral. Dragging his gaze from where Sirius’ hand is, he finally looks him in the eyes.

There’s a long pause, and you try your best to keep your breathing in check. Sirius’ fingers trace small, lazy circles against your skin. It tingles and spreads into a shiver curling up your spine. You’re waiting for some big reaction from Remus – for him to cancel the shoot and leave, or set his camera down and join you two. Instead, he clears his throat and shifts his weight.

“Pretty sure that’s not part of the poses we planned for,” he murmurs, though there’s a rough edge to his voice that exposes how tightly wound he is. His gaze flickers to you, assessing, searching for any sign that you want this to stop. But you don’t move away. Should I be moving away? Despite what transpired the previous time you’d seen them; did you have the right to want more from them?

Sirius only hums in response, a deep, satisfied sound.

“Mm, thought it was,” he muses, his fingers twitching against you before – mercifully – he withdrawals his touch, pulling back with a slow drag of his hand.

Sirius guides you effortlessly, and you follow the silent direction to straddle his lap. You press your chest against his, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders. Sirius exhales, tilting his head so that his lips brush against your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut when you feel just the slightest pressure of his lips. The camera clicks, but the sound barely registers over the rapid pulse of your heartbeat.

Sirius’ hands slide down your back, past the curve of your waist, resting firmly beneath the swell of your backside. He shifts beneath you, pressing you against his bulge, and the fleeting friction has you biting your lip to hold back the sound that threatens to escape.

Remus makes a strangled noise – something caught between exasperation and disbelief. “Sirius.”

I should be pleading for forgiveness, not aching for him to fill me while I’m in his boyfriend’s lap.

Sirius only chuckles and makes quick work of pulling your dress over your hips, exposing more of your skin to the cool air of the loft. Your breath hitches as he continues to press you down against him. The slow, deliberate roll of his hips pulls a startled yelp from your lips. It doesn’t take long for you to meet his movements, mewling and rocking against him.

“I haven’t even touched you properly,” he whispers to you. “Missed us that much?”

You can only nod. He drags out an “aww”, mocking pout deepening just to make your face heat more.

You wonder if Remus was able to take enough shots before things spiraled past the realm of professionalism, but the thought barely lingers. A loud chorus of yes, yes, yes drowns out any rational thought as Sirius’ mouth finds the curve of your jaw. The warmth of his slow, open-mouthed kisses combining with the consistent pressure against your core have you crying out pathetically. Your hidden anticipation was revealed by the smallest attention to the space between your legs.

Your fingers twitch against his shoulders, gripping instinctively as another roll of his hips shoots through you. He’s relentless, guiding you into the motion with a firm grip. His lips move down the column of your throat, and just as his teeth scrape against your pulse point—

Remus makes a noise – caught between a sharp inhale and an incredulous scoff. He drags a hand down his face, his patience past the point of wearing thin.

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters under his breath, though the way he adjusts his stance betrays that he’s not entirely unaffected either. “We’re done with this shoot.”

That’s when Sirius seemed to remember that this was, in fact, a photoshoot – not an excuse to have you grinding against each other. With a sigh that was more performative than genuine, he tilts his head back and shifts his attention back to the camera. While you nervously straighten yourself up, there was a glint in his eye that caught your attention.

“You know what?” Sirius drawls, stretching lazily before flashing Remus a wicked grin. “I’ve always wanted to be behind the camera.”

Remus stills. His brows lift, the only outward sign of his hesitation, but it’s enough for Sirius to pounce. His hands finally relinquish their hold on your ass as he guides you off his lap, standing in one smooth motion. You blink up at him and awkwardly pull your dress down, still feeling the lingering heat of his touch. He doesn’t let go of you just yet, smoothing his hands down your arms before guiding you toward Remus.

Remus eyes Sirius warily, suspicion flickering across his features. “I don’t think—”

Sirius tuts, reaching for the camera hanging from Remus’ neck. “Think less, my love.”

He slides the strap over Remus’ head and lifts the camera into his own hands, testing the weight of it like a prize. His smile is wolfish as he steps back, making a shooing motion. “Go on, Moony. Get close to our girl.”

Our girl.

Fighting back the biggest grin, you glance at Remus as he exhales. He shakes his head in reluctant amusement before his eyes flicker to yours. There’s something so him about it – the careful consideration, the quiet war between curiosity and restraint. You tilt your head, offering a small smile, and that’s all it took for him to fold. He sighs in defeat, moving toward you despite mumbling something under his breath. His first instinct is to fix your hair, sending a pool of heat to your stomach. You mumble a soft thank you.

Sirius raises the camera, adjusting the focus before snapping a quick picture of Remus just standing there, looking unsure. The shutter click echoes through the loft.

Remus tenses. “Oi, don’t waste film.”

Sirius hums, glances at the digital preview before pressing the Playback button.

“Wouldn’t call that a waste,” he mumbles appreciatively, his eyes roaming hungrily over the picture. He turns the camera toward you. “Back me up here, love. Tell our Remus how gorgeous he is.”

Our, our, our… I could die from this.

You nod, your smile widening. “He is.”

Remus lets out a scoffing laugh, ducking his head for a moment and running a hand through his hair. “I’m not photogenic.”

You can’t help shooting him a sharp look, Sirius doing the same.

“That’s enough of that—"

“You’re ridiculous is what you are,” Sirius chides.

Remus raises a brow. “What’s ridiculous is us not having enough pictures for this campaign,”

Sirius ignored him entirely, looking at you instead. “Put your head on his chest.”

“Yes, sir.” You giggle and stepping closer to rest your cheek against the firm plane of Remus’ chest. You hear the steady thump of his heartbeat; feel the way his breath catches ever so slightly at the contact. Sirius clicks his tongue.

“Not close enough.”

You barely have time to react before Sirius reaches out, pressing two fingers against the side of your face to guide you until you’re flush against Remus. It’s not just an adjustment – it’s a silent push to something else. You don’t resist.

The camera clicks.

You slip into action, your fingers grazing over the fabric of Remus’ shirt, tracing the curve of his bicep. You don’t have to think about it anymore – about how to move, how to look. It comes naturally now, your body responding to the weight of Sirius’ gaze behind the lens, to the way Remus’ breathing has begun to stutter. He’s tense, his hands hovering awkwardly at his sides.

“Touching her won’t kill you, Moony.”

Remus swallows, his jaw tightening. There’s a pause. He finally lifts a hand, placing it against your head. His touch is warm, grounding. You relax into it, sighing softly as your fingers trail further up his arm – relishing the heat of his skin beneath the soft fabric.

The camera clicks, but you’re barely registering the sound. The warmth of Remus’ fingers still lingers against your head. Sirius hums in satisfaction behind the lens, but you can sense his restlessness – he wants more.

Remus exhales through his nose when you meet his gaze again, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he flexes his fingers against your side. He tests the weight of his touch with a gentle squeeze, and you respond by standing closer to him. He adjusts his stance, rolling his shoulders back slightly. He’s starting to play along, you notice.

The moment breaks when you can’t help letting out a nervous giggle.

He chuckles too, his brows pinching together. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say, pressing your lips into a line. “You’re just—” You pause, searching for the words.

“Hopeless?” Sirius suggests, and you roll your eyes.

“I was going to say ’sweet’,” you correct.

Remus scoffs, shaking his head, but the corner of his mouth twitches. “That’s worse.”

“Be possessive about it.” Sirius sighs, shaking his head playfully.

Remus clears his throat, and, before he can overthink it, he cups your jaw. The pad of his thumb sweeps along your cheekbone, testing. Your lips part at the touch, and for a second – his eyes flicker down.

Sirus’ grin is sharp behind the lens. Click.

“Better.”

The more shots Sirius takes, the more Remus falls into it. He strokes his thumb over your jaw, then along the curve of your bottom lip. The touch is featherlight, and yet it has your breath stuttering. With every touch, all you can think about is the Sirius was touching you earlier. You’re not stupid, you know that wasn’t all you were getting today (at least, you hope it isn’t). You appreciate how cautious he’s being, but you honestly wish Remus would just bend you over that desk nearby and fuck you hard.

The camera clicks – again. And again. Each sound punctuating the heat settling thick between you. You can still feel your arousal every time your thighs rub together.

Sirius is in his element – framing the shots, shifting angles, adjusting the focus – but not without an ulterior motive. You can hear it in the way he hums, feel it in the way his eyes are practically devouring every interaction through the viewfinder.

“Mm,” he muses, lower the camera just a tad. “Something’s missing.”

Remus exhales, pressing your back closer against his chest involuntarily. Your head feels like it’s spinning.

Sirius tilts his head, considering.

“Pull her hair, Moony.”

Despite how coolly he said it, your skin prickles.

Remus freezes. His brows lift, his entire body locking up. “Sorry?”

“You heard me,” Sirius replies smoothly, raising the camera again. “Give it a little pull.”

You feel Remus stiffen as you turn around to face him. He blinks once, twice – then lets out an incredulous scoff. “I’m not—”

“Oh, come on,” Sirius interrupts. “You love doing it to me.”

There’s that implication that makes you dizzy once again. The casual implication that you were truly a part of their lives. You had tried to stop yourself from fantasizing before, to save yourself from the discontent that looms over you.

Remus’ jaw clenches, and he glances down at your wide eyes. He makes no move to obey.

You meet his gaze, offering a reassuring nod.

“It’s okay.” You place a hand on his chest.

His throat bobs with a swallow. His reluctance lasts only a second longer before his hand slides up, placing it carefully on your hair. He tugs – not too hard, testing the motion and your reaction.

The pull makes your scalp tingle, a shiver running down your spine. Your eyes flutter shut briefly as a shaky sigh escapes your lips. It’s good – but not enough. You blink up at him, your lips parted, and that’s when you see it. A shift.

Remus sees you. He sees the way your breath quickens, the slight tilt of your chin, the way you’re barely restraining yourself from pushing into it.

So, he tightens his grip.

He roughly pulls your head back, exposing the curve of your throat. Your mouth falls open with a soft, breathy moan. The sound had just left you when the shutter goes off - click, click, click rapid and so eager. Sirius exhales a satisfied laugh.

“There we go,” he murmurs. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Remus doesn’t respond. His breathing is heavier now, his grip unwavering as his free hand comes up to hover near your jaw again.

“Chin,” Sirius directs. “Grip it.”

Remus hesitates for only a moment before his fingers press beneath your chin, tilting your fave toward. His thumb skins along your jawline, rough and calloused. Sirius lets out a hum of approval.

“Now…” Sirius drags out the word, considering. “Put your thumb in her mouth.”

Remus’ eyes barely glances up at Sirius, his thumb dragging over your bottom lip slowly. You part your lips for him without thinking, causing him to inhale sharply through his nose. His thumb ghosts over your teeth before resting on your tongue, the pad pressing down ever so slightly.

Sirius groans softly behind the camera. ”That’s it.”

The moment is charged beyond words, Remus’ breathing goes shallow. His fingers flex subtly against your jaw as your lips close around his thumb. A quiet moan vibrating from the back of your throat. He lets his thumb linger, just barely moving it in and out of your mouth, watching your lips cling to him each time. You respond eagerly, swirling your tongue around the pad of his thumb, tasting the salt of his skin and silently begging him to push just a little further.

When he finally drags his thumb free, your lips chase him slightly before you catch yourself. Remus’ thumb glistens, and you can see the faint tremble in his fingers. Meeting his gaze, you can almost feel the way his entire body thrums with the effort not to devour you.

“Alright, Moony,” Sirius says in a voice that’s almost thoughtful. “Take a seat.”

He jerks his chin toward the worn chair he’d been using earlier, its placement perfect beneath the soft, diffused light from the window.

Remus doesn’t argue, and maybe he can’t. His legs mechanically carry him across the room, and he drops heavily into the chair. His eyes don’t leave yours as his hands rest uselessly on his thighs like he doesn’t know what to do with them. And maybe it’s the heat burning beneath your skin that’s making you feel so daring. Or the look on his face – wanting and trying so hard to behave.

But, whatever it is, it pulls you down to your knees in front of him without a second thought. You hear Sirius’ quick chuckle to your right as he moves to stand behind Remus. There’s a click as he adjusts the settings, framing the scene quickly.

“Well, aren’t you just a dream.” The praise is thick with something heavier than amusement.

Your palms find purchase on Remus’ knees, and you feel the way his thighs tense beneath your touch. He leans forward slightly, like he’s physically incapable of resisting you. You tilt your chin up at him, waiting.

His hand darts out, curling around your jaw – not rough, but firm enough that your breath catches. You just barely register the way his thumb presses into your cheek before his lips smash into yours, your surprised gasp swallowed into the heat of his mouth. The chair creaks beneath him as he leans forward. It doesn’t take long for you to melt into it, meeting his near-desperate pace with as much fervor. Your hands brace against his thighs for balance, mind spinning. Teeth clash, and you whine when he takes your lips between his teeth. Even Sirius, who would have spat out some teasing comment, stills. You don’t hear the camera going off, just the intermingling of your breaths with Remus’.

When Remus finally pulls back, both of you are flushed and panting. He subtly returns the smile you didn’t even realize was lighting up your face.

Sirius exhales a laugh, shaky and sharp. “Don’t stop on my account.”

The camera resumes its steady rhythm again, clicking steadily. Remus blinks, swallowing hard, but doesn’t move away. He stays leaning forward, his hands still cradling your jaw. You press your cheek into one his palms. You’re breathing hard too, chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. There’s a bloom of warmth in your gut that you can’t tame, not with him looking at you like that.

You slide your hands up his thighs, grounding yourself in the feel of his jeans beneath your fingertips. The muscles seem to jump under your touch.

Remus leans back into the chair with a shaky exhale, dragging a hand through his hair. His eyes gleam, the flush in his cheeks high and hot.

You shift closer instinctively, your hands sliding further up his thighs to chase the warmth radiating off him. His knees fall open slightly, and the silent invitation as your breath catching. Sirius approaches him from behind, camera hanging forgotten around his neck now. He leans down, pressing a kiss to Remus’ flushed cheek. You see Remus turn his head almost reflexively, and Sirius rewards him with a soft peck on the lips.

“Look at her,” Sirius instructs, mouth still ghosting close. “On her knees for you.”

And the weight of his gaze makes you clench around nothing – your pulse fluttering. It’s a hungry gaze that makes your hands slide higher. They stroke up the insides, seeking more of his stuttering breaths as you stroke your thumbs over the seams of his jeans. You glance up through your lashes, your fingers digging lightly into the denim at the top of Remus’ thighs.

Sirius circles back around the chair and lifts the camera over Remus’ shoulder. He whispers soft praises, but the only sound you can focus on is the breathing of the man before you. But you want more, so your hands roam higher – pawing at the bulge straining against his jeans.

“Fuck,” Remus breaths, looking down at you with dilated pupils.

You don’t know what possessed you, but something compels you to lean forward and press your cheek gently against his thigh. He freezes as your finger begins to trace the outline of his belt buckle.

“Can I?” you ask – softly and sweetly – dragging your cheek up and back down just a tad.

His gaze flicks between your face and the way your finger lingers on his belt.

“You don’t need to ask,” Remus answers, a little more strained than he probably intended.

You can’t help but smile at his response. Slowly – deliberately – you undo the buckle with a soft clink of metal. The sound feels obscenely loud in the quiet. Remus exhales through his nose as the fabric parts with a soft scrape of teeth. He lifts his hips, ever so controlled, and you ease his jeans and boxers down his hips. When the fabric clears the tops of his thighs, you watch as he frees his cock. Your lips part instinctively, the thought of having him in your mouth nearly makes your mouth water. Remus pants lightly above you, his jeans loose around his thighs and your hands resting just shy of indecency.

“Fuck, look at you,” Sirius whispers mostly to himself, camera now abandoned.

“Go on,” Remus says huskily, curling his left hand into a fist and letting it rest on his thigh. “Use those pretty hands of yours.”

And you didn’t need to be told twice.

The heat of him settles into your palm the moment you wrap your hand around his cock. Heavy and flushed; it twitches slightly against your touch. You trace your thumb along a thick vein running to the tip, smearing the precum already gathering there. He pulses in your grasp, and your brows pinch as you drink in the sight.

A low grunt rumbles from Remus; the subtle rolling of his hips pulls you back to the moment. You lean forward, letting a thick string of spit fall slowly onto him, catching the light as it lands. You smooth it down with your palm and begin with exploratory strokes. Slowly, deliberately – to coax the expletives and breathy catches from his lips. You’re cautious, not adhering to a steady rhythm just for learning him. Just to watch the way his chest rises, the way his mouth parts with every pass of your hand.

“Twist a little at the end,” Sirius murmurs, his voice warm against the shell of Remus’ ear. “He likes that.”

And so, you do. You glance up, eyes meeting his, whispering a soft “Like this?” without thinking.

You earn from him the most delicious sound you’ve ever heard a man make. His head tilts back, jaw going slack.

“Yeah.” Remus’ hips twitch up into your hand. “Like that.”

You try again, slower, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh while your wrist rolls. His hands, tense on his thighs, inch toward you until one finds its way to your hair.

“Fucking hell,” Sirius breathes, and you can hear the smile in it. “She’s so good for you, isn’t she?”

Your lips part, breath warm against Remus’ skin. The praise flutters low in your stomach, encouraging you to increase your pace just enough to keep him right at the edge. You glance up just in time to see Sirius shrug off his jacket with an elegance no man should have. The leather slides from shoulders, revealing the ink along his forearms as he rolls his sleeves to the elbow.

He stays behind Remus, hands skimming briefly over Remus’ shoulders before he leans in. He mouths at Remus’ jaw – slow drag of lips and barely-there teeth. Remus slants his head instinctively, offering more, but Sirius only lingers for a moment. His eyes are on you.

Your palm glides over Remus’ length, grip firmer at the base, thumb teasing the head each time you crest. He swears again, the syllable caught somewhere between pleasure and disbelief. His thighs tense beneath your hands – one flexes, the other shifts wider.

You lean closer, lips brushing the sensitive underside of his shaft, just to watch him jerk. His hips buck and he mutters something that breaks halfway in his throat.

You sense Sirius before you see him – the shift in the air. His footsteps brush against the floor as he lowers himself. When he kneels beside you, a pleased hum in his throat, your body tilts toward his heat.

Remus’ hand stays in your hair, thumb grazing your temple. You can feel him twitch again in your hand.

Sirius brushes a finger over your face reverently, trailing the edge of your cheekbone before dropping lower. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, planting it there as he settles just behind you.

“You always smell too damn good.” His voice is low with amusement, his fingers finding your hip like it belongs there. “It’s criminal, really.”

You roll your eyes, but can’t help the breath catching in your throat when his mouth ghosts closer to your neck.

You blink up at Remus through your lashes, and he stares back with glassy eyes. One breath – then another – until he finally speaks.

“Go slow, yeah?” It’s barely a whisper.

Your lips part as you lower your head, your eyes never leaving his. You watch his stomach tense as you drag your mouth over the head of his cock. He guides you with that same hand in your hair, your hand continuing its steady rhythm while your lips seal around him. His fingers tighten in your hair as you smooth your tongue against the underside.

Sirius purrs something into your ear that you don’t register, his hands were lifting your dress again. The cool air is replaced by the warmth of his hands on your hips, fingers trailing over your thigh and to your underwear.

Remus breathes out your name as you take him deeper, your mouth hot and slow around. You hollow out your cheeks, sucking as you do. The faint, wet sound it makes feels impossibly loud in the space between you. The weight of his cock on your tongue is heavy, but you savor it. Every twitch, every shudder from him sustains that ache in you to give him – give them – all you can.

You gasp when you feel Sirius dragging a finger along your clothed cunt, hips jolting back toward him, and you accidently still around Remus. Your eyes squeeze shut, and Sirius’ hand strokes up again to circle your clit through the fabric.

“You’re soaked,” he murmurs against your neck.

You respond with a muffled moan around Remus. You reach blindly, grabbing Sirius’ wrist – not to stop him, just to anchor yourself.

“Keep looking at me,” Remus rasps.

You lift your gaze, lashes fluttering as you blink through the haze of pleasure. He’s looking down at you, his skin flushed all the way to his collarbone and dragging your attention to his unsteady breathing.

Slowly, you begin to move again – more confident now – and Sirius’ hand matches your rhythm. He teases your clit in time with the bobbing of your head, spurring you on more. He kisses your cheek, just behind where Remus is filling your mouth, and then your jaw.

Your hips chase his touch mindlessly, pleasure sparking through you. You feel dizzy and overwhelmed in the best of ways. You feel him breathing behind you, feel Remus struggling not to buck into your throat.

You whine at the sudden loss of stimulation, but Sirius shushes you, and you feel his hand disappear under the hem of your underwear. He teases your clit once more, and you arch into the contact as one of his fingers sinks into you. The stretch isn’t overwhelming, and you moan when the heel of his palm presses against your clit in just the right way. Your hips roll against the pressure, encouraging him to pump his finger in and out.

You can feel Sirius smirk against your skin as he sets a steady pace with his hand. It’s all too much, and not enough. Your mind blanks and spins, caught in the heady drag of your mouth, the way Remus starts to pant your name, and the lewd slick of Sirius’ fingers inside you.

Your head lolls to the side, tears brimming in your eyes as you nearly choke when Sirius curls his finger inside you. He chuckles, firmly pressing dragging his palm to your sex. With his free hand, he strokes your cheek – right where Remus’ cock bulges from the inside of your mouth.

“There’s a pretty picture,” he coos.

It’s disgusting. It’s filthy.

You need more.

You suck Remus down harder in response, humming just to hear him moan a little more. The hand in your hair tightens, his hips stutter up once – just once – before he reins it in.

Behind you, Sirius crooks his finger. You whimper, clenching around the intrusion, your walls fluttering and on the edge.

“Another?” he asks, sounding almost sweet.

I could strangle him, you think.

“Mhm, you whine loudly, nodding faintly.

He presses a second finger into you, and you feel the slow slide. You falter for a moment, jaw slack around Remus, but you recover with another whimper as Sirius curls his fingers inside you. You swallow around Remus, and his thumb brushes the corner of your mouth before it slips back to your hair. His eyes are fixed on you, half-lidded and swimming with something tender and wrecked all at once.

You’re breathing hard through your nose now, your jaw aching, but you don’t stop. Remus’ thigh twitches beneath the palm of your hand – one you hadn’t even realized you’d placed there. Sirius murmurs something into the shell of your – something indecent, you’re sure – but it’s downed out by the pounding in your chest.

“F-fuck—darling—just—” Remus chokes on the words as you quicken your movements.

His whole body tenses.

You can feel it in the way he swells on your tongue. His hand cups your jaw again – just for a second – as if to cradle you, and then pulls back to tangle both hands in your hair. His breath stutters, and his body shudders with every flick of your tongue.

“Don’t stop,” he gasps. “Don’t—oh—fuck—”

You couldn’t if you tried. You let your tongue drag languidly beneath the head before sliding down again, hollowing your cheeks on the way up. His hips buck, and you feel him pulse. You taste the warmth as he comes in sharp waves. Your name sounds sweet on his tongue, head tipped back, and your fingers squeeze around his thighs as you swallow what he gives you.

Sirius’ fingers are still stroking deep inside you, slower now. He coaxes and milks every ounce of pleasure as you cling to Remus. He presses a kiss to the space behind your ear, voice velvet-soft.

“I’ve got you.”

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Silk and Submission

lingerie - virgin - degradation

(Older Bf!Logan/Reader) 5.1kw

a/n: everyone pretend im posting this on 10/1 and not 10/2 oops sorry i just got carried away.

tw: sexual content (18+ MDNI), age gap (25-53), degradation, virginity, consent dynamics, intense emotional experiences, body image, possible manipulation, emotional intimacy, potential objectification, light BDSM themes, physical intimacy, power dynamics, explicit language, feelings of nervousness or anxiety related to sexual experiences, and exploration of personal insecurities.

See you tonight - xoxo

You bit back a smile, your lips twitching with the effort to maintain composure. The handwriting on the card was unmistakable - a familiar, elegant scrawl that sent a flutter through your chest. You knew exactly who the "anonymous" sender was, despite their playful attempt at secrecy.

With deliberate care, you tucked the card and its accompanying envelope back under the luxurious red silk ribbon. The ribbon encircled a massive white box, its pristine surface unmarred and tantalizing in its mystery. The cardboard was cool and smooth beneath your fingertips as you accepted it from the mailman's weathered hands.

"Thank you," you murmured, offering him a warm smile. Your voice sounded breathless even to your own ears, betraying your excitement. As you retreated into your home, you kicked the door shut with a gentle nudge of your slipper-clad foot. The soft thud echoed in the entryway, underscoring the sudden privacy of the moment.

Curiosity gnawed at you as you hefted the box, raising it up and down a few times, trying to guess its contents by the shift and rustle within. The movement sent a waft of something tantalizingly familiar - a blend of cardamom and vanilla - curling up from beneath the lid.

Your bare feet padded softly across the carpeted floor as you made your way to the dining room. Sunlight streamed through gauzy curtains, casting a warm glow across the polished surface of your table. You set the box down with reverence, your fingers trailing along its edges before coming to rest on the silky texture of the ribbon.

Just as you considered untying the bow, a vibration from your back pocket startled you. The insistent buzz of your phone against your hip was like a spell broken, pulling you out of the moment. With one hand still resting on the silky ribbon, its texture cool and smooth beneath your fingertips, you pulled out your phone. The screen illuminated, casting a soft glow on your face and revealing a notification that promised to shed light on this intriguing mystery.

Logan H.

Heat bloomed across your cheeks, spreading down your neck like wildfire. Your thumb hesitated for a heartbeat before sliding across the illuminated screen, leaving a faint, fleeting smudge.

"Hi," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you brought the cool device to your ear. The contrast between the phone's chill and your flushed skin sent a small shiver down your spine.

"Have you opened my gift yet?" His deep voice rang through your ears, rich and velvety, like dark chocolate melting on your tongue.

"I was just about to open it now," you respond, your free hand absently toying with the ribbon. You pinched it between your fingers, rolling the smooth silk, feeling its luxurious texture.

"Let me know what you think," he says softly. The low rasp in his voice, like rough silk, sent another shiver cascading down your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You make a small sound of agreement, a soft "mhm" that's more breath than voice, and sandwich the phone between your ear and shoulder.

Finally fed up with the mounting anticipation, you unravel the silk ribbon. It slithers off the box like water, pooling on the table beside you. With slightly unsteady hands, you shimmy the snug lid off, the soft scrape of cardboard against cardboard unusually loud in the quiet room. A layer of light blue tissue paper greets you, crinkling softly under your trembling fingers as you gently peel it back. The susurrus of paper fills the air, building the tension until—you let out a small gasp, the sound sharp and sudden in the still room.

"What do you think?" Logan's voice, low and expectant, cuts through your daze.

"L-Logan, I-" Your voice falters and dies, words evaporating like morning dew. You're utterly speechless. If you thought your face was hot earlier, you must be charred to a crisp by now, the heat of your blush practically radiating off your skin.

Atop the baby blue crinkled paper sat a lingerie set that took your breath away. The delicate pink lace caught the light, shimmering softly like the inside of a seashell. Your eyes traced the intricate floral pattern of the fabric, marveling at the artistry woven into every thread. The plunging neckline of the triangle bra promised to flatter, while the scalloped edges looked so soft you could almost feel them against your skin just by looking.

The matching underwear, with its high-cut leg openings, seemed to beckon your touch. As your gaze roamed over the garment, you noticed with a start that a string of tiny pearls, like drops of morning dew, connected the sides. Each pearl gleamed softly, adding a touch of luxury that made your heart skip a beat.

The blush pink color matched the discarded ribbon perfectly, as if Logan had meticulously orchestrated every detail of this moment. It was a color that spoke of romance, of whispered secrets and stolen glances.

Your fingers hovered over the lace, almost afraid to touch something so intricate. The phone nearly slipped from your grasp as you struggled to process what you were seeing, your mind a whirlwind of emotions.

As your eyes traced the delicate string of pearls connecting the sides of the underwear, a sudden wave of realization washed over you. Your stomach dropped, a fluttering nervousness taking root. The reality of tonight - your upcoming date with Logan - came rushing back.

Swallowing hard, you gathered your courage and asked, your voice small and uncertain, "Logan... am I supposed to wear this tonight?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Logan's voice came through, low and gentle but with an undercurrent of anticipation that made your heart race even faster.

"If you'd like to," he murmured, the sound sending a shiver down your spine despite your nervousness. "I chose it especially for you. But only if you're comfortable."

Your breath caught in your throat, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in your chest. You bit your lip, looking down at the lingerie again, its delicate beauty both alluring and slightly intimidating.

"Okay," you whispered, as much to yourself as to Logan.

“Perfect, I’ll be there to pick you up at 7:30.”

Your fingers skimmed the delicate lace again, the soft pink shimmering in the afternoon light. Logan had always known exactly what you needed—just like tonight. His gift wasn’t just beautiful; it was thoughtful, deliberate. A statement. This wasn’t just about the physical—it was about trust, desire, and the way he had always nurtured your confidence.

You couldn’t help but smile as you thought of how it all started. Logan had entered your life when you least expected it, quiet and steady, offering something more than anyone ever had. He wasn’t just older, he was experienced in ways that made you feel grounded. With him, you didn’t feel like a girl figuring things out. You felt like a woman—his woman. Logan had this way of seeing you, not just for who you were, but for who you could be, and he always encouraged you to embrace that.

From the beginning, there had been a strong undercurrent of attraction. He’d made you feel desired in a way that was undeniable, but it was more than that. He made you feel safe. Not just in the physical sense, but emotionally. He had a way of standing by your side, unwavering and dependable, his strength not just in his body but in the way he treated you. He gave you space to grow into yourself, never rushing, always waiting, allowing you to define your pace.

When it came to intimacy, Logan had been nothing but patient. He never pushed, never crossed a line. Even in the moments when your bodies were close, his touch had been restrained, respectful, always waiting for you to make the call. It only made you want him more.

And now, you were ready. You had been ready for a while, but Logan hadn’t known that until now, hadn’t known until you’d whispered it to him a few nights ago in the soft glow of candlelight. The way his eyes had darkened with a mix of desire and reverence told you everything. He wanted you, but more than that, he wanted it to be on your terms.

And now that he was aware of how you felt, nothing was going to stop him from making you feel wanted.

Your fingers traced the tiny pearls on the underwear, the soft blush of the lace catching the light. The thought of wearing it for him, of seeing the way his eyes would roam over your body, made your heart race. You knew Logan. He wouldn’t just look at you like you were beautiful; he’d look at you like you were everything. And that thought alone was enough to send a shiver of anticipation through you.

As you waited outside your apartment building, the evening air kissed your skin, a light breeze tugging at the hem of your sleek black dress. The soft fabric of the dress clung to your figure, every inch tailored to perfection, but beneath it, your thoughts were consumed by what you wore underneath.

The lingerie Logan had gifted you felt like a secret only the two of you shared. The delicate pink lace caressed your skin, and with each step you took, you were acutely aware of the pearls, a luxurious detail pressing softly against you. They rubbed with each subtle movement, sending tiny sparks of sensation through you, teasing your senses. It was an intimate reminder of Logan’s presence, even though he wasn’t there yet.

A heat began to bloom low in your belly, excruciating in its slow build, the weight of your anticipation mounting with every passing minute. You swallow, your throat dry, the ache between your thighs growing with every shift of your hips. The pearls were a constant, maddening pressure, accentuating the warmth that pulsed through you.

The slit in your dress allowed just enough freedom to move, but with the silk brushing against your legs and the sensation of the lingerie beneath, you could hardly focus. The heat in your lower belly coiled tighter, the anticipation making your heart race.

You clenched your thighs together, trying to steady your breath, but the friction only heightened the sensation. Every soft press of the pearls sent a jolt through you, making the wait for Logan feel even more unbearable. You felt flushed despite the cool evening air, your pulse thrumming in your veins. You were ready — more than ready. You felt your phone vibrate inside the black velvet clutch you carried.

“I’m outside, pretty girl.” was all that was heard before the line went dead.

You let out a shaky breath, shoving your phone back inside your bag, snapping the case shut. The sharp echo of your heels against the marble floors of the lobby reverberated with each step, your heart pounding louder in your chest as you neared the exit. With a swing of the door, you were greeted by the sight of Logan leaning casually against his sleek black car.

He wore a dark gray suit that clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, the fabric taut against the muscles of his arms. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned beneath the suit jacket, a hint of casual disarray in an otherwise refined appearance. His beard had grown thicker, streaked with shades of gray, matching the tousled, salt-and-pepper hair framing his weathered face.

The faintest smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes, hidden behind a pair of slightly scratched glasses, locked onto yours. Your thighs quivered with each step you took down the stairs. You couldn’t tell if it was nerves, excitement, or because your legs were finally tired of the heels you decided to wear.

Logan extended his hand to you as you reached the last step. You smiled shyly at him, a nervous flutter in your chest as he took your hand. He lifted it slowly, pressing his lips to your fingers in a gesture that sent warmth pooling low in your belly.

“You look… perfect,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, his breath brushing your knuckles before he let your hand go, the ghost of his touch lingering.

Your heart raced faster, but you didn’t have time to answer before Logan opened the car door for you. You slid inside, the cool leather beneath you doing little to calm the heat rising in your body. He joined you on the driver’s side moments later, his presence filling the enclosed space as the door shut with a soft click.

The car hummed to life, but the buzz between the two of you was louder. His right hand found your bare thigh, thick fingers curling around the softness of your skin. You exhaled shakily, eyes flicking to him as his thumb brushed lightly back and forth, each stroke of his rough skin setting your nerves ablaze.

“You nervous?” he asked, his tone casual, but there was an edge to it—like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Your breath hitched, the sensation of his thumb squeezing the softness of your thigh, inching just slightly higher, leaving you teetering on the edge of frustration. “No,” you breathed, barely above a whisper.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “Good.”

The drive continued in thick silence, the tension building with every inch he moved closer, every stroke of his thumb that stayed just a little too long. You clenched your thighs, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from giving in to the temptation of his touch.

By the time the valet took the car, you were barely holding it together. Logan’s hand had left your thigh, but the memory of it remained, lingering like the scent of his cologne. He rounded the car, opening your door again, and you could feel his hand hovering just behind your waist as he guided you into the restaurant. His touch was firm, and there was an unmistakable heat radiating from him, seeping through the fabric of your dress.

He kept his hand there as the maître d' greeted you, but it wasn't until he pulled you to the side, away from the rest of the guests, that you felt the warmth of his hand slip lower. It rested on the curve of your hip, his fingers pressing into the lace of your lingerie, confirming what he already suspected.

His lips brushed your ear as he leaned in, voice dark and teasing. “You wore it, didn’t you?”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you barely managed a nod, feeling a pulse of heat spread through you.

He hummed, satisfied, before pulling away, his fingers still tracing the lace under your dress as he guided you to the table. You tried to focus on the conversation during dinner, but every word, every glance, was tainted with the knowledge of what was to come. Logan’s eyes lingered on you, dark and knowing, while his hand continued its slow, deliberate caress of your thigh beneath the table, making it impossible for you to sit still.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I’m just—” You shifted slightly in your seat, his hand giving a gentle squeeze. “Thinking.”

“Hmm.” His gaze sharpened, the edge of desire clear in the way he looked at you. “About what?”

You bit your lip, heat flooding your cheeks. “About later.”

His smile widened, and there was a low, amused hum that left his throat. “Good girl.”

The warmth of his words settled in your chest, amplifying the steady thrum of anticipation. You felt it in every stolen glance, every small touch, and by the time dinner was over, you could barely sit still, the heat between you both undeniable.

As you stood, his hand slipped once again to the small of your back, guiding you out of the restaurant with that same hot, heavy touch. And as you walked side by side, his fingers brushed your hip, dipping slightly lower as he leaned in to whisper, “You ready to head home?”

The answer was already written in the way your body leaned into his, craving the inevitable.

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The ride back was quieter, the air thick with anticipation. Your heart raced, and the buzz of the night lingered in your veins. Sitting beside Logan, you couldn't stop your mind from wandering to what was waiting for you both at home.

But this time, you made a bold decision. You lifted your hand, your fingers hovering just above his shoulder before they slipped into his hair. The soft, unruly strands felt warm between your fingers, and as you started to gently stroke the nape of his neck, you could feel his breath catch ever so slightly. His hair was a little rougher at the roots, and you couldn’t help but smile as your nails grazed over the sensitive skin behind his ear.

Logan didn’t say anything, but his body reacted to your touch. His posture, always so composed, shifted slightly. His jaw tightened, and you could see the flicker of something primal cross his face in the glow of the streetlights.

Your fingers continued to explore, softly playing with his ear, tracing the curve of it before slipping down to rub the nape of his neck. His skin was warm, and as you gently massaged the base of his hairline, you felt him exhale a slow, controlled breath. He was trying not to react too much, but you could tell he liked it.

"Careful," he muttered, voice low, as if warning you of the line you were crossing. His hand tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles whitening just slightly. But there was no stopping you now.

"I like this," you murmured, your thumb brushing just below his ear. His neck was thick, strong, and your boldness grew as you felt the tension under your fingers.

His eyes stayed on the road, but you could feel the shift in his attention, the way his focus narrowed in on your touch. You continued stroking, teasing him with the gentleness of your fingers, letting them wander through the short strands at the back of his neck. The power of that small, intimate touch sent a thrill down your spine.

And then, Logan made his move.

His hand slid from the steering wheel, down to your thigh, resting there with a heat that matched the fire growing in your belly. There was no hesitation this time as his fingers curled around your flesh, pulling the fabric of your dress higher.

You could barely breathe as he slowly pushed the fabric up, the cool air from the car’s vents contrasting sharply with the heat rolling off his body. His fingers edged closer to where the pearls rested against your skin, teasing the hem of your panties.

Then, with a flick of his pinky, he stroked the pearls—delicate, deliberate. You jerked in your seat, a soft gasp escaping your lips, the sensation unlike anything you'd felt before. The pearls shifted, rubbing against you in a way that sent shockwaves through your entire body.

Logan didn’t say anything at first, just kept his pinky grazing the soaked pearls, his touch light, torturous. You could feel the slickness coating the small beads, and from the way his thumb tightened against your thigh, you knew he felt it too.

“Well…” His voice was low, gravelly, the edge of amusement unmistakable. “Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves.”

Your face burned, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding your system. You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but all that came out was a breathless whimper as his pinky continued its slow, teasing strokes over the slick pearls.

Unable to take the teasing without reacting, your hand slipped further into his hair, tugging lightly on the strands, just enough to get his attention. Logan’s lips parted slightly, his eyes briefly glancing in your direction as his grip tightened on your thigh.

The subtle tug on his hair made him groan, deep and guttural, his fingers pressing harder into your thigh as if daring you to pull harder. “Careful with that, sweetheart," he teased, voice dark and thick. "Unless you want to make me stop driving.”

Your fingers curled tighter into his hair, just to see what he would do, feeling the heat of his body radiating even stronger. The smirk that pulled at his lips told you he liked it—maybe more than he was willing to admit.

“Didn’t expect you to get this wet,” he murmured, his tone teasing, dark, as his thumb dug into your thigh a little harder. “But I have to say… I’m not surprised.”

Your legs trembled beneath his touch, every nerve in your body buzzing with a need you could barely contain. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the moan building in your throat, but the sensation of his pinky brushing back and forth, the slick sound of it filling the otherwise silent car, was driving you mad.

“I—” You tried to speak, but the words stuck in your throat, and all you could manage was another soft whimper as his pinky traced the length of the pearls, gliding through the wetness he’d discovered.

“Shh.” Logan’s voice was soft but commanding, his hand shifting slightly so his whole palm cupped your thigh, holding you in place. “I know, sweetheart. I know how bad you want it.”

The teasing lilt in his voice sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, and when his pinky pressed a little harder against the pearls, you swore you felt your entire body shudder in response.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, almost to himself, fingers still moving with deliberate slowness. “I can feel how ready you are.”

You couldn’t answer, couldn’t even think straight, your focus solely on the pressure building between your legs, the delicious friction of the pearls against you, his fingers toying with you like it was a game only he was in control of.

Logan chuckled darkly, leaning closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Think you can wait till we get home, or should I pull over?”

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The dim lighting of the bedroom barely illuminated the edges of Logan’s silhouette as he hovered above you, his strong frame pressing into the mattress, overwhelming you with his presence. His dark, hungry eyes roved over your body, the reverence in his gaze sending warmth flooding through you.

You lay beneath him in the delicate lace lingerie, the fabric barely clinging to your skin, framing your breasts that were already exposed. Logan's rough, calloused hands traced the curve of your waist, teasing over the lace of your panties as if savoring the moment before indulging in his desire. His fingers ghosted over the ridge of the pearls, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.

"Fuck," Logan muttered, his voice a deep rasp as his eyes devoured the sight of your trembling form. "Look at you… so fucking beautiful."

The low rumble of his voice made your heart stutter, your body thrumming with anticipation under the weight of his gaze. Every word out of his mouth set you on fire, the heat pooling low in your belly, your thighs already trembling.

His hands tugged at the waistband of your panties, pulling the lace aside, baring your slick folds to the cool air. He paused for just a moment, the pearls shifting between your legs, soaked through with your arousal. Logan’s eyes darkened with lust, and he couldn’t resist teasing you one last time, brushing his fingers against the pearls, the sensation barely there but enough to make you whimper.

“You wore these for me,” he growled, his thumb pressing against your inner thigh, the roughness of his touch making you squirm. “Fuckin’ soaked already, huh?”

A soft moan slipped from your lips, your fingers instinctively gripping his forearms, trying to steady yourself. Logan’s lips twitched into a smirk, but it was short-lived. His teasing made way for something more primal, more urgent.

Without warning, Logan leaned down, his mouth covering yours in a heated, sloppy kiss. His lips were rough, hungry, devouring yours with a desperation that made your entire body burn. The taste of him overwhelmed you, your head spinning as his tongue slid past your lips, claiming you with every swipe.

Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as you tugged, pulling him closer. Logan groaned into your mouth, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. His lips broke away for only a second, just long enough for him to catch his breath before he kissed you again, more fiercely this time—his teeth scraping against your bottom lip, his tongue tangling with yours in a messy, filthy dance that left you panting.

When he pulled away, both of you breathless, his lips were swollen, his chest rising and falling heavily. The look in his eyes, wild and filled with need, made your core clench with anticipation.

His hand slipped between your legs again, fingers brushing the pearls as he teased your entrance. The slickness of your arousal coated his hand, and Logan groaned, his cock throbbing as he dragged his tip against your wetness. You whimpered, your body arching into him, the overwhelming need to feel him inside of you driving you mad.

“Logan, I—” you gasped, but the words were swallowed by the intensity of his next kiss, sloppier this time, all tongue and teeth as he pressed the tip of his cock inside you, stretching you open.

Immediately, your body tensed, the pressure of his size making your breath hitch. He felt enormous, far bigger than you’d ever imagined, and a flicker of nervousness swept through you. Your hands went to push against his chest, but Logan was quicker, capturing your wrists and pinning them beside your head.

"Don’t fight it," he growled, his voice low, rough, and dark with authority. His lips were at your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine. "DON’T. Fight it."

You whimpered, your heart racing as you struggled against the urge to tense up, his thick cock slowly pushing deeper into you. His mouth crashed against yours once more, the kiss wet and messy, stealing the very air from your lungs as his hips continued to press forward, stretching you even more.

The feeling of being filled so completely, stretched to your limit, was overwhelming, your body trembling as you fought to adjust. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his chest as Logan buried himself to the hilt inside of you.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice strained, his forehead resting against yours as he stilled for a moment, letting you catch your breath. "You’re so fucking tight… so perfect.”

You whimpered beneath him, your nails biting into his chest as you struggled to breathe, the stretch of him filling you up almost too much. Logan’s eyes softened as he kissed you again, this time slower, gentler—but no less possessive. His hands moved down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled back, dragging his cock out just enough to make you gasp, before sliding back inside with a slow, deliberate thrust.

The friction was electrifying, the sensation of him moving inside you pushing you closer to the edge of pleasure. Your entire body quivered beneath him, your legs wrapping around his waist, desperate to keep him as close as possible.

“Logan…” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper as you arched into him.

“You’re takin’ me so well,” he muttered, his lips brushing against your neck as he began to thrust faster, harder. His teeth grazed your skin, biting down just enough to make you cry out softly, your hips rising to meet each of his powerful thrusts. “Such a good girl… my good girl.”

His hand came down sharply on your ass, the smack resonating in the room, and the sting of it sent a jolt of pleasure through your core. "Logan!" you gasped, your back arching off the bed.

"Fuck, you like that," he growled, his hand coming down again, this time harder, as his pace quickened. "You like bein' fucked like this… takin' my cock like a little slut."

You moaned helplessly, too lost in the pleasure to care about the degradation. Each filthy word out of his mouth only drove you higher, your body trembling as the pressure built in your core, teetering on the edge of release.

Logan’s hand slid down between your bodies, his fingers brushing against your clit in tight, teasing circles that had you writhing beneath him. His other hand gripped your breast, tugging at your nipple as he continued to thrust deep inside you, each movement pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

The kiss that followed was devastating—hot, sloppy, and rough. His lips crushed against yours, tongue sliding messily into your mouth, tasting you with an almost feral hunger. You could barely think, your entire body trembling, clinging to him as the sensation of being filled to your limit overwhelmed you.

“Come for me,” Logan growled, his voice thick and commanding, his lips brushing against your ear. “Come all over my cock, baby.”

And with one final thrust, the coil inside you snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you with a force you’d never felt before, your body convulsing beneath him, your walls clenching tightly around his cock as you screamed his name.

Logan groaned deeply, his hips stuttering as he pulled out of you, stroking himself a few times before spilling his hot cum across your stomach and breasts, the thick, warm liquid coating your skin. His hands trembled as he held himself above you, chest heaving with heavy breaths.

He collapsed on top of you, his forehead pressing against yours, his body still trembling as he kissed you softly—so softly it almost felt out of place after the raw intensity of what had just happened.

“Fuck…” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "You’re fuckin’ perfect… my perfect girl."

You lay there, your body still tingling from the aftershocks, feeling the weight of him pressing into you, his cum still warm on your skin. You had never felt so cherished, so completely overwhelmed by both pleasure and the connection between you two.

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a/n: ok now everyone take a deep breath, and lmk what u think.

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vampsired · 10 months ago

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Random things about JJK characters

cast ᯓ✦: gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, haibara, utahime. BOLD = favs

GOJO SATORU

1. Will interrupt you with the loudest ‘WHAT?’ if he couldn’t hear the start of whatever you were saying.

2. Chokes on food and drink too many times to count

3. Has a violent pollen and dust allergy but still loves flowers and is the first to go headfirst into old dusty places (twin)

4. His jokes almost always fail… horribly

5. Sun burns easily

6. Doesn’t know how sit like a normal human being and hates sitting still for too long; just asks to go to the bathroom to get a lil stroll in

7. Addicted to sweet stuff

8. Gets everyone sick when he’s sick, but always denies it

9. Hates silence, he’s mr yapper #1 - (haibara is #2)

10. Whenever he gets a crush or a slight interest in anyone, it’s everyone’s problem and everyone has to hear about it

11. Violently extroverted and the biggest hypocrite you have ever met

GETO SUGURU

1. Tackles people as a form of bonding and he loves poking people bc he knows it hurts

2. Laughs a little too hard at jokes Gojo makes which were not funny at all so he doesn’t feel bad

3. Smacks his hair into peoples faces whenever he goes to redo his bun

4. Thinks different hair textures and types are so cool

5. Owns an electric guitar (rockstar geto🥴)

6. Defo wants to own a motorcycle or alr has one

7. Obsessed with horror movies that it’s almost borderline worrying

8. Loves breakfast foods

9. Can sleep anywhere, no matter the surface or what going on around him

10. Gives the stankest side eye whenever someone comments on his bangs

11. Has a very good spice tolerance ~ puts hot sauce on everything

SHOKO IEIRI

1. Notorious for eye-rolling

2. Loves medical shows and cackles whenever someone (namely gojo) gets disgusted by the portrayal of organs

3. Hates cooking

4. Complains about having a dry throat worried she might’ve contracted a cold while smoking right infront you

5. Can’t nap unless she’s extremely tired, like she can’t nap until her body is borderline shutting down (same)

6. Always says she’s going to stop smoking, stop eating junk food, stop having energy drinks, stop ordering out - but never sticks to it

7. Trips over stuff constantly and stubbed her toe alot

8. Has a obsession with minture stuff

9. If she wears makeup, she always removes it off her mole and quite likes even tho she was told to remove it when she got older (she never did <3)

10. Yells at the TV whenever something she’s watching annoys her

11. Giggles at the nude medical diagrams in textbooks

NANAMI KENTO

1. Absolutely loves the smell of books

2. Has prescribed glasses for reading and writing but doesn’t wear them unless he’s by himself

3. Knows cool random facts

4. Hates when people touch his face

5. Doesn’t particularly like hugs unless it’s from someone he likes

6. Loves cats

7. Very peculiar about shoes

8. Enjoys poetry and horror mangas (exchanges mangas with suguru)

9. Very talented at drawing, haibara always asks him for help to draw little stuff on cards or to show him how draw small things on his book in class when it’s boring

10. Absolutely hates liars. When people drag on jokes with lies for a little longer than needed; he hates that too

11. Hums sometimes and gets v embarrassed when he’s caught + he tells no one his music taste, haibara probs noticed it tho

HAIBARA YU

1. Very passionate about Spider-Man (me too bro) - loves Miles

2. Cuddles with a stuffy or pillow whenever sleeping/napping

3. Hates long car rides because he feels cramped

4. Day dreams with his eyes wideee open

5. Whenever he wears socks on wooden floors he’ll slip atleast once

6. His eyebrows furrow whenever he’s thinking

7. He’s such a bad liar, it’s acc so funny bc he can’t contain smirking

8. Accidentally wears mismatched socks and some teachers sanctioned him for it

9. Quotes well known saying wrong

10. Always is dropping his pens trying to spin them in his fingers like nanami can, but can’t rlly get the hang of it

11. Loves juice, his favourite is mango and apple juice. He doesn’t really care for orange juice.

UTAHIME IORI

1. Plays with the ends of her hair a lot of the time

2. Always cold

3. The worst person to send notes to because she makes it so obvious

4. Has beautiful handwriting

5. Is very bad at understanding sarcasm and also gets very mad when sarcasm is used to point out a stupid question

6. Scared of dogs IRL but loves watching cute dog videos

7. Violently dances to girly songs

8. Loves hugging her girl friends for a long time, find it awkward to hug guy friends in general but doesn’t mind it

9. Jumps up and down and air punches when describing a situation which annoyed her. (realll)

10. Dress to Impress fiend alongside Gojo and Haibara, (Suguru helps Gojo, and Nanami helps Haibara ~ however they both dont like the game but have good opinions)

11. Is the type to get irrationally mad at that one friend who purposely gets them mad (Gojo)

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reblogs are heavily appreciated ᡣ𐭩

AN: the support I’ve been getting recently has actually surprised me, thankyou so much everyone <3

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pforestsims · 1 year ago

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Lo and behold, the amazing @episims has made "It's Myshuno" into a functional thing! I had no furniture appropriate for bingo halls so I decided to make some. I also gave Myshuno cube & marker a makeover and Epi has created multicolor mod for those, so when Sim starts playing, one of four color options is picked at random 😀

Bingo Hall Set

& Myshuno Cube & Marker Default / Multicolor Mod

Download: SFS | BOX

*Bar dining table requires bar table mod by @morepopcorn that allows placing bar stools at bar tables (with custom BHAV also by Morepopcorn) - mod is included.

*I recommend my default for Myshuno, you can find it here. Last but not least, you need Epi's Myshuno fix (SFS).

More pics under the cut:

*This is for The Sims 2

Archive was updated 20.06.2024:

- Added 'Bingo Hall Speaker' (decor) Hobbies/Misc, 8 S.

- Lowered the Bingo Hall Coffee Table surface a little bit, so it's now compatible with diningtable-height OMSP (it was almost compatible but object shadows would sink into the top).

- Edited TXMT settings for decorative score cards so these are less bright.

Bingo Hall Chair (livingroom chair) seat is repo'd to Ektorp sofa. I also included a base game-friendly edit that pulls recolors from Satinistic Loveseat - these are two versions of the same chair and cannot be used together. Frame has 5 different looks - left wall mount, right wall mount, left & right extended frame - all in one mesh. That's why each recolor package contains multiple recolors.

Place the chair near a wall (right or left side), then enable setquartertileplacement On cheat to add another chair close to the first one (upper right pic). Sims are able to move between these chairs /and also between chair and wall.

Included coffee table is in fact 1x1, bar dining table is 1x2 - you can place these with shorter or longer side facing the wall - only front side of the dining bar table is functional though (as shown in the pic below).

Use setquartertileplacement On cheat (CTRL + F activates it) to align wall-mounted dining table with the wall /Coffee table is different size and cannot be aligned this way/.

Polycounts:

Cube & Marker default: cube 272 poly, marker 176 poly, 128x128 px textures. Multicolor mod contains 8 textures, there's also a 'standard' default containing two textures.

Chair is 830 poly, Tables are below 600 poly, decorative score card is below 500 poly. Textures 256 x 256 px.

New - Bingo Hall Speaker /or whatever this thing is called/ pulls textures from basegame Club Distress Avignon table and Value Counter. Polycount: 382.

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #ts2 defaults #buymode #ts2 decor #ts2 cc

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scatorcciox · 3 months ago

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— SOFT!LOTTIE HEADCANNONS

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — pairings : lottie matthews , gn!reader

warnings : fluff , brief mention of aftercare

a/n : not proofread !! also my first post AH please bare w/ me

(post crash young adult-ish au)

- is a terrible cook but insists on serving you breakfast in bed (you don’t have the heart to tell her)

- genuinely the gentlest girl on earth

- hates taking her meds and gets anxious over the thought of it changing her brain chemistry. the only way she’ll take them is if you reassure her

- LOVES burning incense. she has a ton of cutsie little incense holders and gets totally excited about asking you to pick between them

- likes 60’s folk and is super hyper-fixated on the joan baez & bob dylan lore

- also really likes the coctaeu twins and thinks that there is a secret message hidden in every one of the their songs (she loves trying to decipher the lyrcis)

- will sometimes have panic attacks over her time in the wilderness but luckily she has you to help ground her !!

- definitely an anxious girly :,( my shayla

- collects trinkets and has a vintage treasure box she stores them in

- crystals are scattered on random surfaces of her home and you tease her abt it being soooo hippie

- smokes occasionally but for psychedelic purposes only

- physical media queen (modern times)

- has a deck of tarot that she rarely ever uses but somehow still knows how to use it and the meanings of each card

- will bask in the sun just for fun like a cat

- despite her parents being rich she insists on wanting to live a humble life somewhere cozy with you and your adoptive animals

- loves coquette-ish bows

- her favorite colors are baby blue and other pastels (purples and heliotropes included)

- her love languages are physical touch and quality time

- craves innocent touches and just being near you honestly.

- she’ll do things like touch her finger to yours at random or tug on your sleeve absentmindedly

- is an absolute fein for skin-to-skin (as aftercare or even just while cuddling)

- likes both little spoon and big spoon but prefers big because she likes having something to hold

- spoils you like crazy

- you try to spoil her but then end up buying her something with her money instead cuz yk.. that trust fund be coming in clutch

- extremely tactile and wants to feel aaaaaaall the textures

- she has such a whimsical way about her

- was super shy when first meeting you but once you guys got comfortable you realized how much of a weirdo she is and you love it

- loves smelling books for some reason???

- you dont question it

- looks at you with the purest eyes that practically BURST with adoration

- bonus points for her sad boba eyes

- still super intuitive and in tune with her spirituality even though she’s on meds. it’s just a lot more tame and less scary lmao

- loves rainy days

- rom-coms w/ you are her favs (especially the older black and white ones)

#yellowjackets #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews fanfic #wlw #yellowjackets s3 #headcannons #courtney eaton #fluff

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quapriprinting · 2 days ago

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sleepyserenssims · 8 months ago

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Cantina Collection

Straight from Oga's Cantina comes this cobbled together industrial set.

A bit later than planned but finally here. All items are very low poly as they are all frankenmeshed from the original bar back counters.

The textures are all composites and rearrangements of the originals, as a result they are not seamless - but we'll say it just adds to the look that they've just been made from whatever scrap metal was around!

Also as the cabinet doors all have the same rust pattern, it looks odd/repetitive on very big kitchens but works fine for small spaces.

There is only one swatch for all items except the seating, which comes in the same colours as the originals.

All items are base game compatible, except the resized bar backs which require Journey to Batuu.

See below for further details, pictures and download links.

Comfort (5 items):

Industrial Bar Stools x 2 - Low Back & No Back

Industrial Dining Chairs x 2 - Low Back & No Back (shown with original JtB high back chair)

Metal Dining Chair (shown with original JtB bar stool)

Surfaces (16 items):

Kitchen Counters & Islands

Bar Table

Dining Tables x 2

Coffee & End Tables

Console Tables x 3

Smaller Replicas of the original Cantina Barbacks x 5 - resized to match the height of regular counters NOTE: You'll need to use bb.moveobjects on to align these properly. JOURNEY TO BATUU PACK IS REQUIRED.

Industrial Shelf

Decor (2 items):

Metal Splashbacks x 2

Activities & Skills (3 items):

Oga's Bars x 2

Sabacc Game Table NOTE: BGC but JOURNEY TO BATUU is required in order to change the game type to Sabacc. Without this it will function as any other base game card table.

Download All (Downloads ZIP file from Google Drive)

Pick and Choose (Opens Google Drive folder)

If there's any problems with any of these items or you have any constructive feedback, suggestions or questions, please just get in touch, I'm still learning every day!

My TOU

Credits

All textures and meshes are edited or frankenmeshed from in-game EA assets.

@myshunosun - for their gorgeous sona dining chair which I cloned in order to have an object with the necessary transparency for the chair and bar stool - can be downloaded here.

Lizbot3000 - for their base game bar tables, which I cloned for my bar table and can be found here.

@ravasheencc - for her Crop It Like It's Hot Backdrops which I used to take some preview photos and can be downloaded here.

CC created using Blender, Sims 4 Studio & GIMP. Preview images using Canva Pro.

Everyone on the S4S forums and the Creator Musings discord group for all the tutorials and advice/help.

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vinylfoxbooks · 7 months ago

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December 1 | wc: 1,008 Cold | @into-the-jeggyverse Snowflakes | @noblehouseofgay November 30 - Surface | @stag-microfic

“What are you two doing?” James asks, venturing out of the hallway after having shed their coat and boots, rubbing their hands together in attempts to warm them. Regulus and Harry are sprawled out on the floor, Harry wearing the old paint shirt that Regulus graciously donated to their son when he showed an interest in doing artistic things with him.

“Don’t look, papa!” Harry squeals, whipping his head around, “Do something else.”

James smiles, taken slightly aback, “Oh, I’m not allowed to see?” The kid shakes his head violently, so they hum, “Alright then, I’ll just go about my day.” And they disappear into the kitchen to start on some dinner.

They’re acutely aware of the sounds of their son and husband in the other room, whispering to each other and Harry giggling all the time as they make their dinner. It’s almost upsetting that they have to interrupt the two and their fun by calling them to dinner once it’s all finished and the plates are set out.

It’s a good dinner, the three of them talking happily and James telling them dramatic renditions of their day at work. And when it finishes, the two of them sneak off to the living room while James takes the time to clean up. They’ve just finished wiping down the kitchen island when Harry comes racing in with Regulus just behind him. The man helps the boy climb up onto one of the stools of the island and Harry slams something down onto the cold surface, “Surprise!”

James grins, opening their mouth in dramatic surprise, “Oh my goodness, is this what you two have been working on all evening?” Harry nods rather dramatically, his head moving in a way reminiscent of a bobble head. James grins down at him and leans over the island, towel thrown over their shoulder, to look at it.

It’s a card, with dark blue paint streaks making up the background. On the front of it are several snowflakes coated with sloppy glitter and small dots of white that is possibly snow. James takes a moment to look over the front of the card, gently tracing their fingers over the textured front. After a couple seconds, they open the card and take a moment to read it. There’s a drawing of three people-like figures on the left of the card, holding hands with snow coming down onto them. The right of the card has Harry’s sloppy, kid-like handwriting all over the top three-quarters of it, with Regulus’ gentler, cursive handwriting just under it transcribing for the boy.

Papa,

You are so good and nice and I love you a whole lot. Thank you for being the best papa in the world.

Harry

James smiles softly at the words, once again tracing their fingers over it before they gently put the card down onto the island and make their way around it to pull their son into a hug. It’s a tight hug, one that Harry jokingly complains about and James lets him out of when he starts squirming. When he’s back seated on the stool, James leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead, “Thank you baby, I love it.”

And later that night, when Harry is in bed and the card is put on the fridge with a magnet, and James and Regulus are leaning into each other on the couch, Regulus hums and leans forward. He pulls another card from the coffee table, handing it to James.

This one is done by neater hands, decorated with a beautifully done painting of the tree that they have set up in the living room already. Once again, James takes a moment to stare at it, taking in the details of the incredible painting by their husband. Then they open it, and there’s a drawing that he had done of Harry in that moment on the left of it, another one of James sitting in front of a fireplace with a guitar in their hands underneath it -- both pictures that Regulus had drawn and attached to it. The right has a much longer note.

Jamie

You mean the world to me. You are kind, loving, open, and you’re always looking out for the people around you. I’m grateful everyday that you took a chance on me and were willing to open your home and your child to me when we started dating. I’m bad with my words, you know this, and I couldn’t even begin to express the pure amount of what I feel for you in words. I hope that I can prove to you what I feel through actions and through my love for you.

Your star,

Regulus

James feels tears filling their eyes, blinking rapidly. They stare at the card for a while, until Regulus gently puts his hand on their thigh, “Jamie?”

James tears their eyes from the card, looking at their husband -- stunning in the lighting of the fireplace and the Christmas lights -- staring at him for a while before muttering, “Thank you so much, Reg.”

Regulus is quiet for a moment, “Do you like it?”

“I love it more than anything,” they shake their head, “Can I ask what made you two do this? And why didn't you give it to me earlier.”

Regulus hums, “Harry’s class is focusing on appreciation for the people in their life. They made cards for their teacher and it made him want to make a card for you. I imagine that he’s going to be asking for help with a card for me soon. I figured that since I was helping him make one, I would make one for you as well. I didn’t give it to you earlier because I was waiting for it to dry and I didn’t want to take Harry’s spotlight. He was really excited to give it to you.”

“You’re so fucking sweet,” James says, felling overwhelmed with their affection towards him, “I love you so fucking much.” And they surge forward and pull Regulus into a kiss.

Dec 2

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Dark But Just A Game

Choi San x Reader 18+

A pretty little fool to think exceptions still rule

Killers take life, hunters chase prey, lovers surrender hearts, yet money is all of the above. You understand this better than anyone. Some might call you crazy, but you prefer to think of yourself as ambitious. Ambition tastes sweeter when dipped in danger, and you've developed quite the appetite. You follow the rules, but only because they’re the game you’ve chosen to master

You adjust the black fur coat draped over your shoulders, the plush texture a stark contrast against the cool bite of the Parisian night. Your fingers trail over the diamond necklace resting at your collarbone a piece worth nearly half a million, a symbol of conquest, of power. The driver steps out, rounds the sleek black car, and pulls the door open for you, you step out, heels clicking against the pavement. The breeze snakes around you.

Your eyes lift to the grand entrance of Le Mirage Noir, the most exclusive casino in the city. It looms before you, opulent and decadent, its golden glow bleeding onto the cobblestone streets. A playground for the rich, the corrupt, and the dangerous.

The grand stairs leading up to its entrance feel like a runway. You walk them as if they were, each step a statement, each movement calculated.

A guard eyes you as you approach, but you don’t even spare him a glance. Instead, you slip the gold card from your clutch and place it in his gloved hand. He inspects it briefly before punching in a code. The doors swing open, revealing the private sanctum of the elite. The real game isn’t played on the main floor with common millionaires throwing away their fortunes on roulette and whiskey—it’s played here, in the shadows, where the stakes are more than money.

A woman in a tight red dress, iPad in hand, scans the room. "The game will begin after when our last guest arrives," she announces, her voice clipped and professional.

You barely acknowledge her, the scent of aged whiskey and burning cigars lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet tension that settles over the room. You slide into a seat at the opulent card table, ignoring the curious glances from men who think they’ve never seen a woman like you before. They are wrong, of course. They have seen your kind in their nightmares.

And then, the air changes.

A presence strong, deliberate, commanding.

Choi San.

You knew he would be here. His reputation precedes him, though no criminal record taints his name, the best predators leave no trace. His business dealings are whispered behind closed doors, and tonight, you are finally close enough to see for yourself.

His dark hair is slicked back, not a strand out of place, features sharp enough to carve into the weak. The suit clings to his broad shoulders, but it’s the lack of a shirt underneath that draws eyes. The sharp lines of his torso are on display, a deliberate provocation. He moves with a confidence most men fake, his presence a force even before he speaks.

He slides into the seat beside you, and the scent of his cologne, a blend of cedar-wood and something deeper, more dangerous wraps around you like a silk noose.

“Game will now begin.” The dealer announces, his uniform crisp, his tone devoid of emotion.

Rules are read and cards are dealt. The game is simple but the true game is not in the cards; it is in the glances, the subtle movements, the power play beneath the surface.

You are aware of San’s eyes drifting to you occasionally, studying, assessing. He leans slightly closer as he picks up his cards, his voice a quiet murmur, meant only for you.

"I don’t believe we’ve met."

His accent filled your ears, you don’t look at him immediately. Let him wait. When you do turn, it is with the ease of someone unimpressed yet vaguely entertained. "Haven’t we?" You muse, taking a slow sip from your crystal glass. "I feel like we have."

His lips curl slightly at the edges, a ghost of amusement dancing across his face. "No, I would remember."

"How flattering." You say dryly, placing your bet without hesitation. The dealer moves to San. He doesn’t even glance at his chips as he matches your wager effortlessly.

The room hums with quiet tension, the soft clink of glasses and the shuffle of cards a background symphony to the game unfolding before you. Your fingers rest lightly against your stack of chips, your expression unreadable.

San studies you, his gaze carrying the weight of someone who rarely meets his equal at the table whether it be in business, in power, or in danger. His fingers tap against the green velvet, a single, rhythmic beat, like a countdown to something inevitable.

"You play with confidence," he remarks, his voice smooth, rich like aged whiskey. "But confidence can be mistaken for recklessness."

You turn your head meeting his eyes, "And hesitation can be mistaken for weakness." You counter.

San lets out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating between you. He enjoys this. The push and pull, the veiled threats wrapped in silk words.

The dealer flips the next card. A queen of hearts.

Your pulse remains steady, though you can feel the shift in the game. This is not just about winning. Not in the way these men at the table think.

Your true game is being played between glances, in the way your fingers trail the rim of your glass, the way San watches the movement, as if deciphering a secret code.

"Tell me," he muses, placing his next bet without looking. "Does a woman like you follow rules?"

The way he asks makes it clear he already has his own theories.

You lean in slightly, close enough that your perfume something dark, laced with jasmine and intrigue mingles with the scent of his cologne. "I could ask you the same thing." You murmur, a ghost of a smirk on your lips.

San’s gaze darkens just slightly, something shifting behind those sharp, unreadable eyes. "Perhaps, but I have a feeling we both already know the answer."

The final card is revealed.

A heartbeat of silence.

Then, San places his hand down, revealing his cards. A strong hand. One that would crush most opponents.

But not you.

You let the moment stretch before flipping yours over, stronger. Unbeatable.

A slow, deliberate victory.

San exhales through his nose, a quiet huff of amusement rather than frustration. He lifts his glass, tilting it toward you in a silent toast. "Impressive."

You accept the compliment with the slightest tilt of your head. "I know."

The dealer clears the table, sweeping away the remnants of the game, but the real match, the one unspoken, lingering between you and San remains unfinished. The weight of his gaze presses against you as he stands, fastening the single button of his suit jacket with an almost lazy confidence.

He extends a hand, palm up, an unspoken invitation. “Join me for a drink?”

You let a beat pass, letting the moment stretch just enough to make him wait. Then, with an almost amused tilt of your head, you place your fingers in his. His grip is steady, warm, but never desperate. A man who is used to control.

At the bar, a glass of deep red wine appears in front of you before you even speak. San slides onto the stool beside you, his own drink. A dark amber whiskey already in hand.

“You don’t second-guess yourself,” he observes, his eyes locked on yours over the rim of his glass. “That kind of certainty isn’t common.”

You take your time with your drink, savoring the taste before you respond. “Certainty comes from knowing exactly what you want.”

A small, knowing smile plays at the corners of his mouth. “And what is it that you want?”

You set your glass down gently, your fingers tracing the rim. Then, you turn toward him, your expression unreadable, but your voice smooth as silk.

“What makes you think I’d tell you?”

Perhaps it was the drinks or perhaps it was the way his gaze lingered on your exposed thigh through the slit in your dress, or how he would slowly lick his bottom lip, or even how his knee would gently nudge yours, each time with a quiet, unspoken tension.

Maybe that’s what led to this moment.

Pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, the city lights flickering in the background, his lips trailed down your neck as he pulled your coat off with an urgent intensity.

Your fingers deftly undid the button of his jacket, your hands trailing down the hard line of his abs. He smirked against your neck, the heat of his breath sending a shiver through you, before his lips found yours again.

The kiss was far from gentle; it was raw, desperate, a battle for control. San’s hands slid down your waist, his nails biting into your sides, making you gasp against his mouth. He yanked you closer, and your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. In an instant, your legs circled his torso as he lifted you effortlessly.

He carried you down the dimly lit hallway and into his room, where you were roughly thrown onto the plush, king-sized bed. His jacket was tossed aside, his strong arms on full display, the noticeable bulge in his pants making your pulse quicken. You bit your lip at the sight. “Let’s see how good you feel, darling,” he murmured.

He tugged your ankles, dragging you closer with ease. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you pressed your heel against his chest, a sly grin playing on your lips as you applied just a bit of pressure. His grip on your ankle tightened, but he didn’t stop you. Slowly, you dragged your heel down his chest, stopping right at the bulge straining against his pants.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding under there.” You teased, your heel pressed against it gently. Your eyes locked with his, dark and heavy lidded. He let out a low scoff, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Come on, I'm waiting, darling." You taunted mirroring his smirk, tilting your head slightly. The mockery in your tone didn’t go unnoticed, and you could see the way his jaw tensed. You had him right where you wanted. You had the upper hand now, and you both knew it.

He catches your ankle, gripping it tightly, pushing it aside. “You’ve got a sharp tongue,” he says, the amusement evident in his voice, but the dangerous edge never leaves. In one smooth motion, he shifts, pulling you closer, his body settling between your legs. His fingers trace the line of your thigh, sending warmth trailing up your body as he whispers, “But sharp tongues tend to get bitten.”

You bit your bottom lip as his hand slid under your silky dress, his gaze locked on yours, never wavering. His fingers brushed your heat, and he let out a low hum, feeling how soaked you were through your panties. Without a word, he pushed them aside and slipped a finger inside. The soft moan that escaped your lips only made his eyes darken with hunger as his finger curled inside you.

San slowly withdrew his finger, and in an instant, you were flipped onto your stomach. He yanked your dress down, followed by the lace panties you wore. The sound of his zipper being undone made you turn your head just slightly, and as he pulled down his pants and boxers, his large length was revealed. He reached over to the nightstand, pulling out a condom.

He held the edge of the gold wrapper between his teeth as he grabbed your legs pulling you closer to the edge, your eyes lifting to catch his reflection in the large mirror in front of you. With a practiced motion, he tore open the wrapper and slid the condom on.

"Going to fill you up so good." He whispered, his voice low and steady. He crouched down, parting your cheeks, and ran his tongue over your heat, making you flinch at the unexpected sensation.

His nails dug into your skin as he continued, flicking his tongue with steady precision. You moaned, your body reacting to the pleasure. San stood upright, positioning himself at your entrance, and slowly pushed in, making sure you took every inch.

"Fuck-"

"Taking it so well, aren't you?" He chuckled, his nails digging into your sides, and you knew the marks would bruise later. One hand gripped a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. Your eyes met his in the mirror, a trail of drool slipping from the corner of your lips. "Look at the mess you’ve become for me."

He suddenly pulled away, leaving you gasping at the emptiness. With a swift motion, he turned you onto your back, leaning down to take your breasts in his hands. He tugged at one, his mouth closing around it as his tongue teased the hardened tip. Your hands instinctively fisted in his hair, pulling him closer.

He surged forward, pressing his lips to yours once more, the kiss growing deeper. A soft moan escaped you as he entered you again, and you bit down hard on his bottom lip, making him groan lowly. The sharp, metallic taste was mingled with the sweetness of the kiss.

His hand tightened around your throat, breaking the kiss as he gazed down at you, a mess beneath him. With each hard thrust, he kept pushing deeper, his thumb tracing the trail of saliva from your lips, sliding into your mouth. The room echoed with the sounds of your bodies colliding, the air thick with heat and desire.

"You're so tight." He whispered, the words making you tighten instinctively around him. He groaned as you wrapped your legs around him, pushing him deeper. "Can you feel me in your stomach?" He breathed out thrusting into you harder. You could only hum in response, words slipping away in the overwhelming sensation.

San lifted himself, placing one of your legs over his shoulder as he began to rub your clit, causing your back to arch. "Ahh—San," you moaned, your head turning as your eyes rolled, unable to hold back the wave of pleasure but you couldn't finish yet.

"Let me... mmm... ride you." You whispered, your words barely audible. His movements froze, and he slowly pulled away. You gripped his arm, pulling him down onto the bed. He settled onto his back as you kicked off your heels and crawled toward him.

With deliberate slowness, you sank down on him, a groan escaping his lips as you took him in completely. You threw your head back as he filled you, the sensation overwhelming. Gently, you began to move your hips, building a steady rhythm.

"Your dick feels so good inside me." You moaned out unable to hold the sinful words coming from your mouth. "I bet it does, baby girl." His hands firmly on your hips, guiding your movements to quicken. A tingling sensation on your clit caused your walls to tighten.

Your hands grip his shoulders firmly as you move rhythmically on his cock, leaning forward with louder moans while your nipples brush against his chest, pushing him even deeper.

The warmth creeping through your body intensified with each slide downward. He cupped your chin, lifting it gently to press his lips against yours.

Your legs grew weaker as your walls tightened around him. San pushed upward with greater speed and intensity, causing you to cry out from the overpowering pleasure. "Oh God, I’m abo-"

"Me too, baby, me too."

With one final movement, you both reached your peak. You collapsed onto his heaving chest, your legs trembling and both your breath mingling in the aftermath.

Dark But Just A Game

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