Dating Logan Thoughts

dating logan thoughts ୨୧

always stealing his clothes, old shirts, worn out flannels, anything that smells like him that you can get your hands on.

sitting in logan's lap, watching tv together. stealing glances at him only to giggle when you're caught with a "pay attention" and nudge at the tv, his big hand softly stroking your hair.

memorizing his scent, whiskey, tobacco, the soap he steals from you, and something so distinctly logan it makes your heart squeeze.

late night drives together in his truck, ending with you on his lap, listening to whatever old radio station he has on.

logan leaving little handwritten notes around your shared home, little things like telling you he ran to the store because while making your morning cups of coffee he realized you were out of sugar.

stealing one of his dog tags to carry around your neck anytime you're apart from him, to wear at work, at the store. a small way to show you're taken.

cute little nicknames from him that started as teases but grew to entirely affectionate (especially princess).

me and my moots <3

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

Need pervy old man! Logan helping his babygirl out with wanting to cum after he’s been teasing her all day but he needs to inspect her pussy a bit and kiss her clit a couple of times to really get her sensitive to his touch before eating her out until she cries.

billy butcher is the type of man that grabs your jaw for a slow deep kiss, and he definitely spits in your mouth.

- kinktober- day 2, logan howlett & thigh riding

- mdni

warnings: well… what the title says. Fem!reader, Praise, All porn no plot

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Your hands were on his shoulders, your bare pussy on the bare of his muscular, meaty thighs.

his hands are gripping your waist, his leg bouncing up and down, watching you let out a delicious sound every time he moved his leg justtt right, when the meat of his thigh hit your clit, grazing it.

He looked too good in his boxers when he came out of your shared bedroom, you practically pounced on him. He was tired, however, and this was the best compromise.

“Atta girl, keep goin’. He rasped out, easy for him to say, he wasn’t doing any work.

His encouraging words only spurring you on further, leaning back while speaking with his cigar in between his teeth.

It was getting harder and harder to ignore the growing tightness in his constraints, slightly adjusting ever so often as you got yourself on off his thigh. God, you were soaked. And he was loving every second of this, watching yourself get worked up.

Your hands balled his shirt up, letting out a cry as you finally got that release you’ve been chasing, the band in your stomach snapping, your walls clenching on nothing.

He watched you with a content smile, helping you slowly ride out your high, rubbing his hand up and down the small of your back, cum dripping down his thighs and legs.

“Did such a great job f’me, baby.” He murmured, you hiding your face in the crook of his neck, panting lowly. He held you for a moment.

“How bout’ I give you what you want?”

professor!logan x reader