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Logan Lerman as Jay Pflug Murders In the Building, S05E07

although his body feels like it's on fire in the best possible way, his mind is racing. he could literally have the most amazing person in the world in his lap (which he does), riding him like their life depended on it, yet the moment his fixation is mentioned, it's the only thing on his mind. "...the seventh and the eighth games are set in the same universe, but follow a completely different character. and they're so good! the seventh game literally saved the entire franchise. and—" he's momentarily silenced when they lean in to kiss him. riley hums when he feels their tongue slip into his mouth to lick their fill before they pull back. "and it's the scariest one! i still have nightmares about this one part." and he continues on like he hadn't just been interrupted.

had it been anyone else , she would of been annoyed . but there was a fascination of it all , a determination to see how long it would take her to break him . not to hurt him , not to wound him at all , but to see how long it would take her to make him lose his mind and isla had always flourished under a challenge . fingers dip and pinch at the fabric of the couch behind his shoulders , her shirt ( though it's definitely his ) bunched up at her hips , her panties fallen to the carpet as she rocked in his lap . and not even her mouth on his , could distract him . " what's so scary about it ? " she murmurs , throat raw , voice practically ruined . more affected then he seemed to be . skin damp as she drops her forward to his shoulder , angle changing , a soft moan escaping her as she slips a hand between her thighs .

"that's it," wyatt smiles as he gently coaxes their mouth open with the tip of his cock, "don't go getting all shy on me now," he continues, his free hand reaching down to gently brush the side of their face - his other hand busy holding up his phone. "it's nothing you haven't done before," only, that wasn't quite true. he'd never filmed them.

this wasn't anything new , not really , not quite . she knew the taste of him better than any other . but they'd never , not once brought a camera into it . it made the motions less intimate but a heady , heavy sizzling in her blood that craved him . lips part and tongue wets , lashes fluttering almost innocently as they flicker upwards , catching the lens of his phone . " i though you liked it when i was shy ? " she's teasing , only just as tongue flattens , catching the underside of his cock .

Madelaine Petsch as Charlie O'Malley in Maintenance Required (2025) dir. Lacey Uhlemeyer

what the fuck is he doing? he asks himself that same question every single time they end up here like this, head filled with her rather than the woman he was committed to. "you make it too damn easy to forget that we shouldn't." he murmurs, hands squeezing gently at her waist, forehead brushing against hers. he can't help but dip his head, brushing his lips against hers again in a barely there kiss, exhaling sharply in annoyance "i don't know if i can give you anything. i'm still with tina."

there's a sadness the emanates from her , because : she knows. it belongs in the touch of his hands on her , a sadness that lingers because she can't have the one thing she desparately wants , him . " we should stop . " and she knows the truth behind it . she didn't want to be this version of herself , she didn't want to be his other woman , this was not the meticulously sought out life she's planned for herself and even more so , getting what she wanted would hurt another person , someone innocent in this entire matter and she didn't want to do that . but his words were real , it was so damn easy to forget with him . " we need to stop . " she tells him , as if she hadn't said the words repeatedly . but they just could never stop .

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

My kinds of ships are the ships where the men know their women are powerful forces of nature and that they could fuck up entire armies in a matter of seconds and THEY EMBRACE IT AND TAKE PRIDE IN IT???! “Oh… It’s not me you should be worried about… It’s my WIFE.“ *smirks* YAAASSSSSSSSSS GIVE ME MORE.

🐺   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to discover that [ MINE / YOURS ] is a werewolf.