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Something about the way the plates of his metal arm shift when he moves is so hot. Sue me.

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Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes Thunderbolts* (2025) dir. Jake Schreier

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Viktor waking you up! °ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

Viktor x !male reader

Cw: none!!

Just wanna say this is probably not gonna be the best writing. I wrote this after a tough day to calm me down and I wasn’t in the best mindset while writing :(( sorry if this is too corny or anything😢also I apologize if these translations are incorrect, as I do not speak Czech.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Your woken up by a small shake on your shoulder. It takes you a minute for your eyes to adjust and become aware of your surroundings. You fell asleep on the couch again. You look up to be met with Viktors face. He gives you a warm smile. “Good morning, moje láska.” You rub your eyes as you sit up, Viktor patiently waiting for you to fully wake. “What time is it?” You ask him, your voice comes out gravelly. You clear your throat. “Almost 1:00, my dear. You went to bed late.” Viktor sits down beside you and places a hand on your knee.

“I made us some coffee.” Viktor places two steaming mugs on the table in front of you two, as well as some creamer and sugar. “Thank you.” You smile at him before giving a soft peck on his cheek. Viktor gives your knee a slight squeeze in approval. He reaches behind him for a blanket and drapes it over your shoulders. “I have to say, I was a little disappointed when I didn’t find you with me this morning.” Viktor frowns, tracing your jawline with his finger.

“I’m sorry Vik, I guess I was too tired to walk up to our room. I’ll try to go to bed earlier tonight.” Viktor moves slightly and places his lips on the top of your head, kissing it gently. “That’s alright. I just get worried for you sometimes. I love you a lot, můj princi.” He reaches down to pour some creamer into your mug, just how you like it. “I love you too Vik.” You pick up the mug, blowing at it to cool your drink down before taking a small sip. You rest your head on Viktors shoulder. He places his head on yours. You sit like that for awhile until you fall right back asleep.

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THE SECRET OF US. viktor / dom!top! m. reader

content warnings. unprotected sex / alcohol consumption ergo dubious consent / power imbalance / mild degradation / major praise kink (viktor) / oral fixation (viktor) / god kink if you squint / oral (reader receiving) / deep throating / cum swallowing / mutual masturbation or frotting depending on how you look at it / mentions of blood and/or bleeding / mentions of viktor stealing the reader's underwear / use of the nickname “princess” & “baby” (in ref. to viktor) / masochism / overstimulation word count. 1.3K

notes. merry christmas & happy holidays / new years to those of you who celebrate ! dividers by the talented @/cafekitsune

THE PURSUIT OF PURPOSE has taken Viktor to dark places; forcing him to tread the very thin line between mere infatuation and obsession.

“I don’t think⸻” Viktor pauses mid–sentence, silenced by the calloused pad of your index finger against his damp lips that faintly smell of sweet smoke and spicy cloves.

“That’s the problem,” You murmur in response, leaning forward so that your nose is flush against his; leaving him no time to pull away from you. “You don’t think ⸻ not about what’s important.”

His brows furrow, a crease forming between them as he lifts his gaze to yours. “… and what is that, exactly?”

The combination of the freshness of orange zest and the sweetness of creamy vanilla lingers in Viktor’s mouth, contrasting with the saltiness of your index finger as you push the digit past his lips, his teeth giving way to the warm, wet cavern.

He’d wanted this; dreamt of this scenario time and time again. He could feel his cock stir as you applied pressure to his tongue.

Then you added another finger, moving both of them in and out of his mouth for a moment longer before pulling away from him, sticking your tongue out to taste his saliva.   

Viktor made a face but ultimately decided against engaging in conversation with you. Instead, he lowered himself to his knees with the devotion of a humble believer in front of their God, fumbling with the zipper on your pants.

“You’re no good at usin’ this head of yours, aren’t ya?” It’s not a question but you say it like it is anyway as you take his chin between your thumb and index finger, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“I’m sorry,” and the apology tumbles past Viktor’s lips before he can stop it, feeling stupid beneath your intense gaze.

‘You know how to make it up to me’ ⸻ You haven’t said it, but he knows that you’re about to; knows the way your Adam’s apple shifts before sliding back into position as you swallow your saliva in anticipation of the parting of your lips in preparation to speak.

Viktor knew you in the most intimate sense of the concept of knowing another human being. He was special in that way but it was a double–edged sword to be so devoted to you so completely. In the midst of such chaos, however, was the reassurance that the two of you were meant to be.

No one loved you as he did.

Which is why he barely flinched when you began to run your fingers through his hair; unkempt and slightly damp with sweat as it was without complaint. Coaxing his head towards your now–freed cock as it stood at full mast, glistening as the angry head leaked pre–cum from its slit.

His cock was hard too, confined within his boxers that were barely hidden by his beige button–down.

“Thank you,” He’d exhaled less than a minute later, taking your cock into the palm of his hand. It had a weight to it and felt warm to the touch but he didn’t linger on the fact.

Instead, Viktor leans forward; approaching your cock in an inquisitive manner similar to the way in which he approaches his work.

A cautious lick at first, savouring the taste of your pre–cum before he gains confidence, taking the head of your cock into his mouth whilst stroking the length of it.

“Just like that,” You groan from above him, fisting his hair as every sound that slipped past his lips vibrated against your cock. “Just like I taught you now.”

He’s spurred on by your encouragement, eager to please as he takes more of you into his mouth and it’s only then that he fully recognizes the weight of your cock; how heavy it is against his tongue.

That’s when you take initiative ⸻ moving your cock in and out of his mouth as copious amounts of drool rolled down his face, gathering just above his collarbone.

You’re hitting the back of his throat moments later, his nose buried in your neatly trimmed pubes and he inhales, embracing your body’s odour.

It’s only when you’re on the brink of your orgasm that he looks up at you; his amber–coloured eyes so reminiscent of the scotch on the edge of your desk glossy and a little unfocused.

He does his best though, to maintain eye contact with you as your cock spurts ropes of cum onto his tongue before he swallows, savouring the taste.

You pull away from him once more, a satisfied smile playing on your lips as he catches his breath; his damp lashes splaying across his high cheekbones.

“Fuck⸻!” Viktor exhales sharply, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession as his thighs tremble; threatening the give out beneath his weight.

You’ve sat yourself on the edge of your bed now, leaning on the balls of your palms as he hovers over you, taking in the sight of him.

A layer of sweat covers his body like a second skin; his hair, much more dishevelled, clings to his forehead as he lowers his gaze to your cock once more.

Neither of you is fully undressed but that’s neither here nor there as you lean forward, curling your fingers around his hips before pulling him down onto your lap; his cock brushing against yours in a way that makes the both of you shiver.

It feels good so you do it again before taking both of your cocks into the palm of your hand; alternating between stroking and squeezing them.

“Look at you,”  You smirk, clicking your tongue in mock disapproval as Viktor bites down on his lower lip hard, drawing blood in his attempt to stifle any sound that’d threatened to escape him.

“You weren’t so shy when you snuck in to steal my fucking underwear, were you princess?” You continue, taking advantage of the way he gasps to force your fingers back into his mouth.

It’s so cruel, really, the way his body betrays him amid all of this ⸻ the way his lips close around your fingers, desperately sucking on them even as you both tumble over the edge of an orgasm.

Your cock is thoroughly covered in a combination of both pre–cum and cum from both of you by the time you’ve aligned your cock with his entrance.

He feels it, vaguely, the sting of your penetration. It hurts but he’s unable to focus on any one thing for any length of time beyond the constant stream of ‘you’. He’s finally had you; mind, body, and soul.

The aforementioned sting soon gives way to insurmountable pleasure as you begin to thrust into him, grazing his prostate. A combination of pain and pleasure that could only be described as a masochist’s fantasy.

His gummy inner walls clench around your slick cock, seemingly intent on never letting you go just as he’d imagined it; completely and utterly obscene.

“Fu⸻ckin’…!” You grunt, the sound rough and coaxing the hairs on his nape to stand on end as you curl  your fingers in his mouth, “milkin’ me, baby?”

Viktor, however, merely whimpers in response; tears rolling down his face in tandem with his saliva.

 He’s stretched thin, so to speak. His mind struggles to keep up with his body as you bully his prostate, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of his weeping cock.

Then you pull away, cum shooting out of your spent cock and landing on his pretty little hole as it quivers around nothing.

“You poor thing,” You coo, feigning concern as you wipe away his tears with your free hand, “I didn’t mean to go overboard,” but he protests, mourning the loss of your cock as he pleads for more.

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Hi! I hope your having a great day but I would love to request headcannons or maybe a fic about Viktor x male reader who is muscluar and really tall like towers over Viktor (bonus points if you add the fact that the reader is very scared up) romantic and possibly both fluff and a little smut??

If your uncomfortable just ignore this 🙏

Foaming at the mouth ily anon 🙏🙏

I did both if you don't mind

Viktor x tall/muscular! Male reader

HEADCANONS (fluff and spicy) AND A SHORT FIC

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fem presenting ppl please dni 🙏 can't stop you but please be mindful! Not the space for you (GN readers welcome)

Gentle Giant

° Viktor often teases you about your height and muscular build, calling you his "gentle giant." He secretly loves how safe he feels around you, even though he’d never admit it outright.

° While Viktor isn’t a fan of overly protective behavior, he finds it endearing when you instinctively shield him in crowded or chaotic situations. He always assures you he’s fine, but there’s a soft smile on his face every time.

° Viktor adores the way you’re always mindful of your strength when you’re around him. Whether it’s helping him sit down or just holding his hand, your tenderness makes his heart flutter.

° You often find Viktor hunched over his workbench late at night. Knowing his tendency to overwork himself, you bring him food and make sure he takes breaks. Sometimes, you carry him to bed when he refuses to stop working—he grumbles about it but secretly loves being pampered

° Viktor isn’t one for grand gestures, but he shows his affection through small acts, like adjusting your collar, brushing stray lint off your clothes, or leaning against you when he’s tired.

° He loves to make use of your height, often asking you to grab books or tools from high shelves. He smirks and says, “One of the many reasons I keep you around.”

° You’re very attentive when Viktor’s leg pains flare up, often giving him massages or helping him stretch. He’s reluctant to accept help but eventually gives in, sighing in relief as your strong hands ease the tension.

° One night, when Viktor was feeling particularly stressed, you coaxed him into dancing with you. He was reluctant at first, but your gentle insistence won him over.

Some spicy headcanons coming up

Viktor finds your size both intimidating and irresistibly alluring. When you stand close to him, towering over him with your broad shoulders and muscular frame, he pretends to be unimpressed—but the way his golden eyes flicker up to meet yours gives him away. He’ll smirk knowingly when you lean down to whisper something in his ear, acting as if it doesn’t affect him, but his flushed cheeks say otherwise.

Viktor uses his cane in ways that surprise you. Sometimes he’ll hook it around your wrist or the back of your leg, pulling you closer with a smug grin. Other times, he’ll tap it against your thigh just to see you glance down at him, his expression a mix of amusement and anticipation. He enjoys playing with the dynamic of you towering over him but being completely at his mercy when he’s in one of his moods.

Viktor to me is a wild guy hidden under his “vanilla” persona

Tilt his chin up and grip his hips as you rut against him and hes LEAKING, lip (ha and tip) trembling and soft gasps as he ruts back into you

Talk dirty while he's tinkering and he'll shortcircuit, ears flushing and hands trembling while you walk away and laugh

Oh my God fuck him while you hold him against a wall!! Strong arms holding his form up while you POUND into him, his head shoved into your neck as you ravish him

Missionary is obviously his favorite (he loves seeing you on top on him) but if he's feeling bolder, “face off” is his go to, tieing your hands to a chair while he sits on your lap and rides you (for a guy with a bad leg he gots some rythm🙏)

Or if it's a more romantic moment like an anniversary, “the chairman” is mostly performed, you sitting at the edge of the bed, Viktor with his back to you, sitting on your lap, your head leaving bites and hickeys on his neck while his head is tossed over your shoulder, him moaning softly in your ear 🙏

Jealousy sex, bending him over a desk, your arms pulling his behind himself and holding them in place behind his back while you POUND into him, his cries to hold onto something, to kiss you, to say sorry going to deaf ears

…Marathon and pregnancy sex, he knows guys can't get pregnant but being filled with your cum all plugged up with your fingers has him feeling for a kid, maybe you give him what he wants, whatever the pretty boy wants he'll get (adopting a orphaned newborn and raising him/her together)

HE WHIMPERS!!! ITS SO OBVIOUS

…..slight choking him in bed, never enough to hurt him obviously but putting a tiny amount of pressure on his neck….he's on the brink of Cumming

Okay I'm done here onto the short fic

The soft clatter of metal tools and the quiet hum of a whirring machine filled the dimly lit workshop. Viktor sat hunched over his desk, his cane resting nearby as his sharp eyes inspected a half-assembled mechanism. He had been at this for hours—probably the entire day—completely lost in his work.

Leaning against the doorway, you crossed your arms and watched him with a fond smile. Viktor was tireless when it came to his inventions, but his habit of forgetting to eat, sleep, or even stretch concerned you. You cleared your throat gently, hoping not to startle him.

“Still at it?” you asked, your deep voice breaking the quiet hum of the room.

Viktor glanced up, his golden eyes momentarily meeting yours before flicking back to his work. “I’m close to a breakthrough,” he muttered, though the weariness in his tone betrayed him.

You stepped inside, your large frame dwarfing the small, cluttered space. Picking up a stray wrench from the floor, you placed it back on the workbench before leaning down slightly to get a better look at him. “When was the last time you ate, Viktor?”

He sighed, setting his tools down. “I ate...recently.”

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “You’re a terrible liar.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. “I suppose I’ve lost track of time again,” he admitted.

Shaking your head, you crouched down to his level, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Come on. You need a break. I’ll make us something to eat.”

“I don’t—” Viktor began, but you silenced him with a pointed look. He rolled his eyes, though there was no real resistance in him. “Fine. But only a short break.”

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In the kitchen, Viktor leaned against the counter, watching as you moved around. Your broad shoulders and tall frame seemed almost out of place in the small space, yet your movements were surprisingly graceful. He couldn’t help but smile as he noticed the care you took in everything you did, from chopping vegetables to stirring the soup on the stove.

“You know,” Viktor said, his tone light, “it’s a bit unfair how you manage to make everything look so effortless.”

You chuckled, glancing over your shoulder. “It’s not effortless. I just don’t let you see me struggle.”

Viktor’s lips twitched into a smile. “That’s even more infuriating.”

Once the meal was ready, you set two bowls of soup on the table and gestured for Viktor to sit. He obliged, though not without a playful grumble about being “strong enough" As the two of you ate, the tension in Viktor’s shoulders began to ease, and he found himself leaning into the comforting warmth of your presence.

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Later that evening, after you had convinced him to rest, Viktor sat beside you on the couch, his head resting against your chest. The rain outside tapped softly against the window, creating a soothing rhythm that filled the quiet room.

“You’re too good to me,” Viktor murmured, his voice muffled against your shirt.

You wrapped an arm around him, your hand gently tracing circles on his back. “You deserve it,” you replied simply.

He looked up at you, his golden eyes soft and filled with something that made your heart ache in the best way. “I hope you know I feel the same,” he said quietly.

You leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. “I do.”

In that moment, with Viktor curled up against you and the rain lulling you both into a peaceful haze, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

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HE LOOKS SO CUTE HERE AHHHHHH!!!!! NEED ME A VIKTOR 😭

TYSM for the request!! Hope you like this

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YOUNG VIKTOR | Arcane – 1.06 “When These Walls Come Tumbling Down”

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MOHGWYN PALACE (x)

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Radagon of the Golden Order

A man who wished to become a god; a god who wished only to break free. With each fall of the hammer, the world is at once shattered and mended unto Eternity.

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Bear

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I have a twitter account.

Full version 🔞

I tried to draw some nsfw content. Hope you like it ^^

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First drawing back and its nikto

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The Haunting Nikto

2024 EDITION OF ZOMBIE ROYALE

Returned to my roots of posting Nikto GIFs [mainly because he's the only character I play in COD I haven't taken this skin off ever since I've gotten it LMAO]

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They also have an animal one that I linked a whole back on the same site !

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“ say it’s big but you take it. ride, cowgirl. “

thinking about riding cowboy!logan…

Riding cowboy!logan means having Logan’s eyes flick over inch of you as you try to take every inch of him. His hands settled on your already-quivering thighs. His dog tags jingling between your pecs. “Can’t do it, Lo.” You mumble to him embarrassedly as you struggle to lower yourself down onto his thick cock.

Logan lets out a short scoff but that closed-lipped smirk graces his face anyways. “Such a spoiled little thing, aren’t you? Want me to do all the work.” He’d comment. His hand would slip back from your thigh to your ass, his fingers slightly digging into your skin before lightly coming down on it.

That pulls a jolt and a pathetic whimper from you. “C’mon, you’re not even tryin’, sweetheart.” Logan says, almost tauntingly as his hand that just spanked your ass now gently rubs circles over the skin.

“I am trying! S’not gonna fit,” you practically whine back at him, slightly pouting at his dismissal of your attempts. Your next words immediately fall into a sharp breath when Logan suddenly tugs you closer by his tags sitting so prettily around your neck. His breath softly fanning your skin.

“Then, we’ll make it fit.”

Riding cowboy!logan means sitting in his lap while he takes swigs of his Jack Daniel’s. One large hand gripping your hip while the other is wrapped around the neck of the bottle. That stupid smirk on his face as he watches you cry and moan on his dick. Your skin decorated with deep bite-marks and bruising hickeys from the edge of your jaw to your chest.

“Look at me, darlin’,” he’d tell you. You shyly drag your eyes up from where they were shamelessly stuck on his strong chest to his sharp brown eyes. And damn, you could cum just from the way he was looking at you.

Luckily, his hat on your head happens to tip forward and block your view of Logan’s face. Reminding the both of you of what a little thing you are in his lap. Logan just chuckles lowly in response before reaching up and adjusting it. “Atta boy.” He’d say when you meet his eyes again with a weak whine.

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ORDINARY LIFE + logan howlett

“Heaven in her mouth, got a hell of a tongue. I can feel her teeth when I drive on a bump. Fingers lettin' go of the wheel when I cum. Whe-wheel when I cum, whe-wheel when I cum. David Carradine, I'ma die when I cum (die when I cum). She just givin' head, she don't know what I've done.”

male reader, drunk reader but logan is drunk too, drunk driving, oral sex, spanking, the claws come out, cum eating

His thick, metal belt buckle clacks against the center console as you drive over the slightly bumpy, winter roads. His left hand gripping the steering wheel while the other sat in your hair, gently holding a fistful of it. His breaths leave in heavy pants and grunts.

Your mouth full of him as you gag and choke around his cock. His pre and your drunken drool dribbling down his length and your chin, glistening along the veins pulsing on his dick.

“Fucking— god,” Logan groans as your tongue sloppily swirls around his fat, leaking tip. Who knew letting some drunk himbo from the bar in his truck would lead to this? You leaned over the center console, your ass slightly perked up in the air, Logan’s dick in your mouth.

The truck jumps as Logan drives over a bump, causing your teeth to graze his slobbered girth. Another low, guttural moan fell from his lips at the feeling. His hand runs down from your hair and over your spine until he reaches the curve of your ass.

Your back arches a bit more as his hand touches it, feeling his palm hit you through your jeans—the motion almost a praise for the accidental graze. Logan drunkenly smirks slightly as he glances over and sees the way your arch deepened. “Slut,” he comments lowly.

You pull your head up, releasing him from your lips with a sinful pop. “Says you,” you retort, your words slightly slurred. Your lips glimmer in his essence. He glances down at you, his smirk faltering slightly.

“The hell is that supposed to mean— oh shit.” His words fall into a pornographic noise as you drag your tongue over his slit and lewdly suck on his tip. The truck swerves before Logan quickly fixes the wheel, his knuckles turning white as he tightens his hold on it.

“Dognt cheel me, jhackcass,” “Don’t kill me, Jackass” is what you meant to say. But kinda hard to talk when your mouth is stuffed with cock, ain’t it?

“Oh shut up,” Logan mumbles, his hand coming down on your ass again. You let out a choked whine around him, the vibrations of your throat shooting straight to Logan, his hand gently squeezing your ass in response.

You bring your hand up, wrapping it around Logan’s base, and begin pumping him there. Your mouth shifts to kiss and suck at the higher inches of his dick, completely lost in the motion as your intoxicated mind moves on autopilot.

The truck swerves again slightly as Logan’s eyes roll and his teeth press together. His other hand subconsciously grips your belt to stabilize as he straightens the wheel. “Logan, careful,” you grumble at him with a slight whine. “You’re gonna kill me before you even cum.”

“We’ll be fine,” Logan huffs out once he finds his ground again. “Or, well, I’ll be fine.” He adds. You roll your eyes at his words before taking him into your mouth again. It feels like only minutes before the truck is screeching to an abrupt halt.

Logan’s hand tightens around the wheel while the other grabs the plump of your ass through your jeans. His fingers digging into you. His head was slightly thrown back against the seat and his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh fucking Christ—“ his moans fill the truck as his cock pulses on your tongue and he cums down your throat. A sudden, sharp snkit followed his lewd noises.

You can’t see the cause of the noise as you try to focus on breathing and swallowing every white spurt he releases. Though some of it leaks out your messy lips anyway. When his fingers finally let go of your ass a little bit, you slowly pick your head up. Then you catch the cause of the sound.

Three metal claws between his knuckles that glisten in the moonlight shine through the windshield. A smirk covering your wet lips. “That good, huh?” You ask as you look at him. One of his sharp brown eyes opens as he looks at you. Smirking, eyes glassy, lips kiss-swollen, and chin slick.

Logan lets his claws graze over your waist as he pulls his hand back, sending an excited shiver up your spine. His mutation retracts back into his skin as he grabs your chin, swiping up some of his spilled seed. “Shut up and swallow,” he mumbles. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, letting you lick the rest of it off.

Afterward, you sigh softly and settle back into your seat, wiping your skin clean. You watch as Logan puts himself back in his boxers. “You got anything to eat?” You ask him.

“Why, so your breath can smell shittier than it already does?” Logan questions snarkily even though he knows he’d make out with you again a hundred times over.

You scoff, watching as he zips and buttons his jeans again. “No, jackass and your cum taste like the goddamn Indian Ocean,” you shoot back at the man. Logan shoots you a small glare before he presses down on the gas pedal again.

Logan just grumbles under his breath a bit before answering, his eyes on the dark road ahead. He reaches over and pops open the glove compartment and hands you a bag of something. You take it from him with a grin.

“Thanks, Lo,” you hum as you open the bag and begin eating whatever he gave you.

“Yeah, just don’t throw up in my truck,” he says back, giving you a small side eye as he watches you practically stuff your face.

“Heard.” You answer playfully with a stupid grin as you pop more of it past your lips.

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please please please tell me im not the only one who has gotten so attached to logan???? like he makes me so happy, my heart and ovaries ache simultaneously and he’s not even REAL?? like idk that’s my man through and through!