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thigh f*ucking

logan and his breeding kink

logan using your throat

logan getting greedy while eating you out

on the kitchen counter

logan going in too deep

not exactly a p*link but logan still does this

logan being rough

logan trapping you with his arms

mutual pleasure with logan

in the shower

logan and his breeding kink pt2

missionary with logan

riding logan

logan losing control a bit

riding his lap

getting overstimulated by logans fingers

logan making you be quiet

getting distracted while watching a movie

on top

logan showing off his strength

tying you up

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The car ride -a Logan howlett fic.

-I tried using 'you' so I hope this works out

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Logan was still grappling with his own issues when you came into his life. Cigar smoker, cagefighter, and part-time professor, he was juggling more than he was made for.

You first met Logan when you stumbled out of a bar and knocked into his caravan. He found you unconscious on the ground by the snow. He wasn't very empathetic usually, but watching your chest slowly rise and seeing your bruise, he knew he couldn't.

And that's how you ended up waking up blurry eyed in his warm caravan, disoriented and dizzy. Slowly, you turned your head to see the bearded, cat haired man.

"Who are you?" You asked frightened

Logan pulled his cigar out of his mouth. "Relax, I'm not gonna hurt ya, kid"

You looked around the caravan, eyeing the interior. "How did I get here?"

"I found you unconscious in the snow by my caravan" he said simply. "And before you say it, no I'm not a creep"

"You could be!" You exclaimed accusingly "You could have been taking me somewhere to torture me!"

Logan chuckled and puffed his cigar "think of it this way kid, if I wanted to kill you I would have done it before I put you in my car. I'm not gonna hurt ya alright?"

He looked at me with furrowed brows for a split second. "You hungry?" He asked

"Yeah, very" You admitted.

Logan poked the glove box with the dry end of his cigar "should be something in here"

You opened it to find a piece of paper, a hair tie and a crinkled bar of chocolate. You reached for it instantly.

"Maybe you're not so bad," you joked as You picked at the chocolate bar.

"Not exactly the most nutritious thing ever" he scoffed "but anything is better than starving"

He puffed his cigar again. You'd never been around them before, but surprisingly, you didn't hate the smell. In fact, it was oddly comforting.

You looked at Logan a few times with mindless thoughts. His beard, his dark hair, his rugged face, and always curved brows. He looked angry but you couldn't tell. He had this feeling about him where he was brooding and dark but not ominous and sinister looking.

He was rather gorgeous when you got a better look. Handsome. Dishevelled but not messy.

"So what's your name?" You asked between the chewing of chocolate pieces.

"Logan" he said simply.

"I'm ___" you replied to him.

"How old are you?" He asked

"23" you blinked at him.

Logan wasn't exactly the most talkative man ever. But the ride that took you to the bus stop was the most interesting trip you had ever been on. The casual puffs from his cigar, the cosiness of the blanket he'd given you and the regular conversation.

Small things like "So where are you from?" "What's your power like?" "You got a girlfriend?"

To that last question, you had never been so happy to hear a no.

-

Logan had driven you to the bus stop in a town not far from laughlin City. When the car stopped, you didn't want to move. Frozen, you turned to Logan with progressively glossing eyes.

"Hey, are you alright, kid?" He tilted his head. "Anyone coming to get you?"

How were you going to tell him, a stranger that you had just gone on an hour long trip with, that you infact did not have anywhere to go or anyone to get you, and that a part of you would miss him?

"Oh, uh, no, but I'll find my way." You tried to smile as you opened the door and hopped out. Closing it behind you, you tried not to sob as your lip trembled.

Why did you feel this way about a complete stranger? An older man, too. of all people, it had to be an older man.

Before you could step onto the snowy path, you heard footsteps approaching. Logan.

"If you don't have anywhere to go, let me take you somewhere at least, like an Inn or something" Logan crossed his arms, like if he did it meant I was less likely to deny his offer.

"I don't want to cause trouble -"

Logan scoffed at your words, "Goddamn teenagers and their worries. If It was any trouble I wouldn't have offered bub"

Bub.

He just called me bub.

Is this a joke? He's gotta be fucking with me.

"I think I'm gonna be okay, logan," you tried to grin, but your eyes were glossy, and tears were running slowly down your reddening cheeks.

Logan stepped closer toward you and put his large hand on your shoulder for comfort. In the bleak snowy weather, it provided some kind of warmth amongst the ice. The heat coming off of him was addictive and you wanted nothing more than to hug into his leather jacket and soak in the warmth.

"Hey," he said, "just let me take you somewhere, okay?"

You nodded "okay fine"

-

Sniffling, you could have turned it into a deep sob as you approached a warm looking Inn. Again, you turned your head toward him and it felt like you were staring down your childhood best friend for the last time.

You opened the door and stepped out of the car again. You had no belongings, so you weren't sure what you were going to do but you knew you'd figure it out.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Logan asked.

You felt like he already knew the answer and you could see the concern in his face.

"I'm gonna be fine I promise"

Here you were making promises to this man. A man you might never see again.

"I don't know how to say goodbye" you scoffed, feeling pathetic for admitting it.

Never one for feelings, Logans' inner thoughts wanted to laugh in your face and leave . But to you he couldn't be that person, he couldn't deny your feelings. His whole life he was never one for mushy gushy stuff or being sappy with anyone. But with you, he wanted to be.

For once he didn't want to be the grumpy Logan he was normally.

"Yeah kid, I don't know how either," he admitted to you.

Cautiously, you went in for a hug, and your action was duely reciprocated. He hugged you tightly, you had been expecting him to be more soft for some reason but you weren't complaining. He smelt like Woodfire and leather, god was it addicting to inhale.

Pulling away, you watched as Logan got into the car and shut the door. Though the window you could see his bearded face.

He rolled it down.

"Stay safe, kid, alright? Help is never too far away"

You weren't sure what he meant, but you were thankful anyway.

"Am I ever gonna see you again, Logan?" You pouted, which turnt into a frown.

Logan chuckled and smiled. "You know what? you just might bub. Goodbye, for now"

"Goodbye logan"

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