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).

LOGAN HOWLETT day 2 (03, oct) — creampie & cockwarming

18+ fem!reader, 312 words. mdni!!

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You’re on top, his cock wedged nicely inside as you slowly rock over him. Gentle little bounces and grinds as you ride out the last of your high, winding over him with your hands splayed flat on his chest, exhausted. 

“God— fuck, that’s it,” Logan grunts, his fingers squeezing tighter into your hips. “Lil’more,” he groans, your movements milking out the last remaining bit of his cum. 

“Oh, god,” you sigh, the sound tired as you topple forward - slumping over him and tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “Shit.”

He hums softly, his hands moving from their grasp on your hips to the small of your back, palms large and warm as he runs up the expanse of your spine. Stroking over your skin in a soft, soothing manner. 

His cock remains tucked in your cunt, the head twitching and pulsing inside as it slowly but surely calms to a halt. A milky ring around the base of him, streaks of your combined cum running down and off his balls. 

He bends at the knee to get comfortable, the motion knocking the rest of his dick back up into you. The full aching length of him resting comfortably inside as you keep him warm. He keeps a hand on your back as if he’s keeping you stable, his other reaching for the blanket draped over the back of the sofa. Shaking it above you both, he covers each of you - mostly you and your exposed back.

Cupping the back of your head with his now free hand, he holds onto it carefully, his fingers matching the soft stroking rhythm like his hand on your back. The easing, loving caressing of his large hands push you further into your tired state.

“Rest up, sugar,” he whispers into the side of your head, voice soft and gentle muffling into your hair.

had to reupload bc tumblr funked up original upload as per. does it all the time and im sick of it

'smile only f'me, bub.'

logan howlett x fem!reader | kinktober 01

synopsis — making logan mad sure had its consequences, but perhaps he wouldn't be so mean with it if you were to behave.

tags — spanking, tying up, praises, fingering, manhandling too i suppose ??, he really enjoys seeing you tear up, this guy's an asshole in all honestly but he's YOUR asshole. wc 1.6k.

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Logan knew he was a prick.

Your kindness to others was not something he should be getting all moody about, like some damn lone mutt, but oh he was. It felt sickening, as if someone was squeezing his very heart in a mocking manner whenever he’d look at someone smiling at you, and that smile being reciprocated.

Okay, yeah, he sounded real immature thinking that.

Perhaps the countless years spent alone had warped his perception slightly, making him into this greedy and lovesick thing that wanted all the attention to itself. You were perhaps a bit too kind in his eyes, he just didn’t want you getting hurt. Surely you won’t, not when you’ve got him. And, maybe, seeing you being so friendly with the delivery guy today when he came to your shared apartment with the food you had ordered – some continental dish – was the final straw for Logan. You weren’t escaping him tonight, bub.

“Hush, just stay still for a second there.”

Seeing your rightfully confused expression was such a delight to him. Sweet thing, of course you didn’t know the chaos you had ignited within his being. His calloused hands gently tied your wrists together with a rope, making sure it wasn’t too tight to leave actual bruises – wouldn’t want you getting overwhelmed. “There you go.”

Fuck, you looked so pretty like this, hands tied and lips formed in a pout, still oblivious of why you were being tied up. A part of him just wanted to swoop you up right there and kiss you all over. But he couldn’t, not before teaching you a good lesson.

“C’mere, on my lap, bub.” He tried to mask his smirk, watching you struggle against the rope as you shuffled over to sit on his lap, onto to get moved with his strong hands who flipped you over, moving your limbs as if you were some doll until your stomach was resting against his thigh, your ass raised up.

“Any idea what you’ve been doing to me?” He asked, voice gruff as his hand gently caressed the curve of your bottom through the shorts you were wearing, fingers sliding under the fabric, aching to touch the soft flesh. It was such a contrast in comparison to the roughened up fingertips of his, a difference he absolutely loved.

“No, Logan…” You trailed off, innocent, feeling your thighs tremble when his fingers forcefully begin to tug down your shorts along your panties in one go, earning a whimper from you.

“For fuck’s sake, look at you. My pretty baby’s all wet already.” He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath once he took your panties off, his eyes noting the way the dim light of the bedroom perfectly captured the way your folds glistened. “You like being tied up, don’t you? Might have to do it more often then.” He spoke, more so as a promise, his fingers now drawing incomprehensible shapes on your bare ass. At the little motion of your head trying to tilt, he clicked his tongue and used his free hand to gently push your head back down against the mattress. “Easy there and keep still.” He tutted. Goodness, he just couldn’t use force on you, not on his sweetheart.

His hand continued its exploration, mapping out the curve of your ass with his palm, his other hand holding your head still, fingers tangling into your hair. “Been seein’ you smilin’ around, y’know. To everyone. You’re so sweet to others, bub, it’s annoying.” He grumbled a bit, her grip growing a bit former on the plush of your ass, brows furrowing a bit once he recalled the incident today. So fuckin’ annoying.

“It annoyed you?” The way you asked that made Logan’s cock stiffen up under his sweats, biting back a groan as he raised his hand, striking your ass, his hit firm though not painful, yet. Your body jolted a bit, unable to help but squirm on his lap.

“Just want you smilin’ for me.” And there it was, the overly possessive tone. He wished he could just run far away with you so he could keep you just for himself, but you didn’t need to know that. No, he needed to be patient, understanding, but fuck was it hard to control himself in situations like this.

“Think you can handle another, bub?” He asked, a bit softer, eyes softening as he saw you nod. He could smell your arousal, hear the way your breathing quickened up in excitement. “What a good girl.” He cooed, his hand loosening around your hair and instead patting your head gently, feeling you lean into his palm. The best girl indeed.

He raised his hand again and slapped your ass once more, this time harder. A perverse pleasure flooded within him at the sight of a red print blooming onto your soft skin, and a part within him just wanted to bruise your ass, leave his marks. He mentally put that on his to-do list.

Another slap came, and another, followed by another and another until you lost count, your bottoms stinging, eyes welled up with tears, legs shivering. “Logan, please…” You panted heavily, chewing on your bottom lip. “Swear I’ll be good and only smile for you, need you so bad…” It was undeniable that his spanks were riling you on indefinitely, your hole miserably clenching around the air. The burn of the ropes around your wrists despite his initial loose knot of it felt more noticeable now, most probably due to how you felt way more sensitive, your skin tingling all over.

Logan’s eyes moved over to admire the way your ass was all flushed, the tremble in your thighs evident. Adorable. His fingertips lightly grazed against your skin, feeling the way you flinched subtly from the sting, earning a soft hum from him. “Oh, you’re already so good. So good for me.” He whispered.

“Want me to make you feel good now?” You were quick to nod, embarrassingly so, trying to raise your ass a bit higher as his fingers sneakily trailed down to your soaking clit, chuckling at how wet you had gotten from your little punishment.

A shiver went through you as Logan’s fingers began to sweep the juices up and down from your folds, making sure to go nice and gentle, knowing that you were all vulnerable right now. His wetted fingers begin to gently circle around your clit, feeling the pulse beneath. A soft moan left your lips as your hips tried to buck against his hand, failing due to the position you were in. “You look so pretty like this, my beautiful princess.You were gonna cry, weren’t you?” He was unable to hold a grin from coming onto his lips once he saw the way your eyes glistened.

“Yes…” You cried out weakly, feeling pleasure blooming in your tummy as he kept toying with your throbbing clit, knowing exactly how to earn the noises he wanted from your sweet mouth. You didn’t realise when his hand had left your head, flipping you over so now your eyes could look up at the ceiling, whimpering once they met his, blood rushing to your face. He grunted down at you, fingers now attempting to ease up inside your cunt while the other began toying with your clit instead. It was easy to slide into the warmth of your pussy due to how wet you were, using two of his fingers for now. They were so thick, and you couldn’t help but clench around them tightly, a soft mewl leaving you as his fingers curled up inside, beginning to thrust in and out. It all felt like so much, so good, feeling both his hands between your licks, your hips moving to meet his hands.

“Logan, f-feels so-!” Your words were cut off by another moan once his fingers hit your sweet spot, ramming against it repeatedly over and over, feeling your spongy walls squeezing his digits while your clit throbbed under his other hands, rubbing it firmly with nice, tight circles. A familiar tight knot quickly begins to build up in your tummy, your breathing quickening up. You had long stopped struggling against the ropes around your wrists, now entirely focused on the way his fingers were going in and out of your cunt until you reached your peak.

Your body convulsed, skin feeling moist with sweat as you came all over his fingers, your orgasm hitting you hard. It felt longer than usual, his gentle rubs on your clit easing you through your high until you fell all limp on his lap, panting softly, eyes struggling to stay open due to the fuzzy feeling coursing through your veins.

Logan untied your wrists after a few seconds, tossing them aside as his hands helped you up, smiling at the way you felt so pliable in his hold. “You did so good, baby. So fuckin’ good.” Fuck, he felt so proud, leaning over to give your forehead a kiss, his heart warming up at the sound of your giggle. His hands then grabbed your wrists, thumbs carefully rubbing against your skin.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

notes — a bit rushed but i've had a bad fever since yesterday and it has just exhausted me so much. promise the other entries will be better :( thank you all for your support.

one of these nights | logan howlett

AN: just a little drabble while i work on an ask! i can’t stop thinking about lazy evenings with old!man logan. he loves to rough up his girl, whether she likes it or not <3

pairing: old man!logan x afab!reader

content/tags: NSFW, minors DNI (18+ only!), suggestive content, hair pulling, teasing, old man!logan, kinda dom/sub vibes if you squint, assplay (spanking, but gently), pet names (princess, darling, sugar, etc.), dirty talk, mark leaving (hickeys)

you sprawled out on the couch, cozy with your head rested on his lap. he’s seated, reading a book, elbow propped up against the armrest, prescription glasses slowly drooping down his nose bridge.

with his free hand, he’s playing with your hair, ruffling it up the same way you do with his. his fingers intertwine lazily with your hair, twisting at the strands that frame your face

“c’mon logan!” you whine, pushing his hands away playfully, “i just curled my hair, wanted to look nice for you”, you quipped, emphasizing the last word by nuzzling your face deeper into the plush of his thighs in frustration.

“don’t worry,” he coos, letting out a deep chuckle. you enjoy the way his chest vibrates against you, a wistful sign of his affection; a small tell that only you can decipher.

“you look absolutely pretty this way, doll,” he lulls, folding the corner on the page of his book, placing it on the nightstand.

his firm hands move to the curve of your waist, slowly creeping their way downwards. you grunt in response, your impish way of saying as if!

he pats the flesh of your ass with a rhythm—gentle and slow, the same way you’d pat a baby’s back to help them fall asleep. it was soothing, calming, it kept you grounded.

you loved being pampered by logan. it never mattered to him if he was busy reading, working late in his study. he always made time for you.

he played with the hem of your skirt, tugging ever so slightly—teasing you back. he knew of your attentions, knew how needy you were the second you laid down next to him.

he gives you one last gentle smack on the ass, serving as a punctuation of some sort. “c’mere darling,” he murmurs, his tone low and sultry with the natural timbre of his voice.

you slowly crawl your way into his lap, gently slotting yourself between his thighs, his thick muscles now caging you in.

logan was an absolute sight— tired, disheveled, tie half way loosened. despite his age, he filled out his button-up shirt quite well, his muscles barely contained by the cotton.

“you really think i look pretty like this?” you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side. your hair still a tangled mess from his absentminded

“’course you do, doll,” he responds with no hesitation, placing wet kisses along your neck, his salt-and-pepper beard tickling the sensitive skin.

his hands run along your sides, slipping them underneath your nightgown. you moan at the way his cold hands work at your sensitive nubs, graciously molding your mounds.

he playfully tugs at them, and you let out a little his. the corner of his mouth curls, a tight smirk now forming across his face.

“need to ruin you, sugar”, he groans against you, now planting kisses against your collarbone, sucking ever-so slightly to leave those purple bruises you both desired.

“fuckin’ need to make a mess outta you,” he drones on, intoxicated by the way you react to his touch; a simple whimper or small whine that escaped your lips made his cock twitch.

he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging slightly to make sure your eyes meet his. his stern gaze meets your lust blown pupils, and she shakes his head in dismay.

“ now let me rough you up a lil’ bit more, princess…”

me and who???

resisting the urge to download the sims right now and make me and logan