Request For Old Man! Logan Please: He Calls The Reader His Good Girl For The First Time In Bed & He Sees

request for old man! Logan please: he calls the reader his good girl for the first time in bed & he sees the instant affect it has on her

Good girl🎀

Logan’s voice is a gravelly whisper as he praises you, “You’re such a good girl for me.” The moment the words leave his lips, warmth floods your cheeks, striking a deep chord inside you. Growing up, you were often told you were a “fuck up,” and hearing him say this feels like a revelation.

You freeze for a moment, grappling with the unexpected swell of pride and vulnerability. It’s as if all those years of negativity are being washed away, yet doubt lingers in the back of your mind. Your heart races, but the words feel heavy, and you struggle to accept the affection he’s offering.

Logan’s eyes narrow slightly, picking up on the shift in your expression. “What is it?” he asks, his brow furrowing in concern. “You know you’re mine, right? My good girl.”

You swallow hard, the words tangled in your throat. You feel the familiar sting of inadequacy creeping back in, a voice in your head insisting you don’t deserve this. “I—” you stammer, the truth nearly slipping out, but it falters.

“Hey,” he urges gently, his thumb brushing along your jawline, “I need to hear you say it.”

You shake your head slightly, guilt gnawing at you. “I can’t,” you whisper, the weight of your past suffocating. “I’m just… I’m a fuck up.”

“Listen to me,” he says firmly, tilting your chin up so you can meet his gaze. “You’re not a fuck up. You’re strong, you’re brave, and you’ve fought through so much. You’re a damn good girl.”

His words linger in the air, but doubt still holds you captive. “How can you say that?” you reply, voice trembling. “I keep messing things up.”

“Everyone makes mistakes,” he reassures you, his voice steady. “It’s what we do after that counts. You keep pushing through, and that takes courage.”

You look into his eyes, searching for that truth, but the struggle within you feels insurmountable. “I’m trying,” you whisper, feeling a tear threaten to fall. “But it’s hard.”

“Just say it for me, sweetheart,” he presses, voice softening. “You’re my good girl. You need to believe it.”

With a shaky breath, you realize how much you want to embrace those words. “I… I’m your good girl,” you finally manage, the admission barely above a whisper.

“Louder,” he encourages, a warm smile breaking through his serious demeanor. “I want to hear you say it, all right?”

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your past lift slightly. “I’m your good girl,” you say, a little louder this time, the words starting to feel more comfortable as they leave your lips.

Logan’s expression brightens, satisfaction washing over him as he pulls you into a firm embrace. “Damn right you are,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. “And you always will be.”

“Do you really mean that?” you ask, searching his face for reassurance.

“Of course, I do,” he replies, his gaze intense and unwavering. “You’re everything to me. I’d never say it if I didn’t mean it. You deserve to feel that way, even when you doubt yourself.”

You lean into him, your heart swelling with a mix of relief and affection. “Thank you,” you whisper, your voice soft but sincere.

“Always,” he promises, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Now, how about we make sure you never forget it?”

“Okay,” you reply, a smile breaking through your earlier uncertainty. “I’ll try.”

“That’s my girl,” he says, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “Just remember, you’re not a fuck up—you’re my good girl.”

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Kintober Day 9-Phone sex

Summary: Old man Logan and you get Nasty on the phone.

You lounged on the hotel bed, phone in hand, a wicked grin on your face as you texted Logan. The distance felt electric, both of you aware of the heat simmering beneath the surface.

"Wish you were here," you typed.

Seconds later, your phone buzzed: "Me too, darlin. What would you do if I were there?"

You smirked, replying, "I'd show you just how much I miss you. I want you to take a picture of yourself for me, Logan." You could practically hear his chuckle. "A picture, huh? You want to see me old and rugged?"

"Yes," you urged. "Show me how much you want me."

Logan finally sent a video, adjusting his old phone to capture himself. You watched, biting your lip, as he struggled to get the angle right. "You're doing great," you encouraged. "Now, show me that rugged body."

He pointed the camera down, revealing the outline of his bulge through his jeans. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled, desire thick in his voice.

"Yes," you breathed. "Now, show me how you'd touch me."

His hand gripped himself through the fabric, and as he began to stroke, you could feel the tension build between you. "God, I wish you were here," he groaned.

"Just like that," you urged. "Imagine it's me. I want to see you lose control."

Logan quickened his pace, breaths heavy as he lost himself in the moment.

"I'm close," he rasped, tension palpable.

"Me too," you gasped, fingers teasing your own body. "Let go, Logan. Come for me."

With a deep growl, he reached his climax, his face a picture of raw pleasure. At that moment, waves of bliss crashed over you as you

surrendered to the pleasure, imagining his rough hands holding you tight. You both trembled in the aftermath, breaths mingling with the lingering heat of your shared moment, even from miles apart.

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Kinktober Day 3- Cockwarming

Summary:You sit on Logan’s cock

The door slams behind you as you toss your keys onto the counter. It had been a long, brutal day, the kind that clung to your skin, making you feel heavy. The weight of it all lingered in your chest, and you knew there was only one person who could help you shake it off.

Logan is already in bed when you walk into the room, sitting up as soon as he sees the tension in your face. His brows furrow, his muscles taut, immediately reading your mood without a word needing to be said. His arms open to you to be a silent invation.

"Rough day, huh?" His voice is gruff but warm as you strip out of your clothes and crawl into bed with him. You don't need to answer; he knows. He always knows.

You straddle his lap, and without much ceremony, he helps guide you down onto his cock, sinking into you slowly.

The stretch is familiar, grounding, and it's exactly what you need. No words, no rushing, just the heat and weight of him filling you, giving you a sense of calm amidst the chaos.

Logan's hands rest on your hips, fingers gripping firmly, and you lean into him, burying your face against his neck. His scent surrounds you-something earthy and raw that always makes you feel safe. You can hear the low rumble of his breathing as he holds himself still inside you, giving you time to settle.

But tonight, the usual calm of cock warming isn't enough. The frustration of the day is still there, thrumming under your skin, and before you can stop yourself, you shift slightly, grinding your hips against him. Logan's breath hitches, and you feel the sharp intake of his chest beneath your cheek.

"Careful," he growls, his voice a deep warning in your ear.

But you need more. You need to feel his strength, his power. You do it again, a little rougher this time, and Logan's grip on your hips tightens, the pressure of his fingers sinking into your skin, hard enough to make you gasp.

"I said, careful," he warns again, his voice rougher now, the edge in his tone enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You smile against his neck, pushing him just a little further, knowing he's holding back for your sake. Another grind of your hips, and this time, Logan's restraint breaks. He growls low in his throat, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you flush against his chest.

"You wanna push me tonight, huh?" His voice is low and dangerous, sending a thrill through you. His hands grip your ass now, squeezing tight as he holds you still, his cock throbbing inside you.

"You think I don't know what you need?"

He's rougher than usual, his fingers digging into your flesh, holding you in place, but still not giving you the full force of what he's capable of. You whimper against him, the tension in your body begging for release, but Logan's in control now, and you love every second of it.

"You're gonna sit there, nice and still, until I say otherwise," he growls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"No more of this teasing. You had a bad day, sweetheart? Then let me take care of it. Let me take care of you."

You try to shift again, but Logan's grip is firm, unyielding, and his cock twitches inside you, making you ache with need. The roughness of his hands, the low rasp of his voice, it's exactly what you wanted-what you craved.

You surrender to him, letting his strength hold you in place as the tension between you builds, his low growls and the pressure of his grip sending waves of heat through your body. Slowly, the frustration of the day begins to ebb away, replaced by the intoxicating closeness of him.

And when Logan finally allows himself to move, it's slow, deliberate, every thrust sending shockwaves through you, his control barely restrained as he gives you exactly what you needed.

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Kinktober Day4-Somnophila

Summary:Logan fucks you in you’re sleep

Logan woke with a sharp, insistent need throbbing through his body. His mind was still half in a dream, but his senses were fully alert, drawn to the warmth beside him. His partner was fast asleep, curled up comfortably, their breathing slow and steady in the stillness of the night.

His eyes traced over them, lingering on the way the sheets clung to their body.

The agreement they'd made echoed in his mind-they had a deal that if one of them woke up like this, hungry and aching, they could touch each other, even in sleep.

Logan's hand found its way under the blanket, gliding over their skin, warm and soft beneath his rough fingers. He moved slowly at first, savoring the way their body responded in small, sleepy twitches. He pressed his lips against their neck, inhaling the scent of them, that mix of comfort and temptation.

His fingers slipped lower, teasing, his movements gentle at first, testing their sensitivity. They let out a quiet sigh, unconsciously shifting closer to him. He felt their body relax further, even as his touch grew bolder, his desire building like a fire he couldn't put out.

As he explored them, Logan's need deepened. His grip tightened slightly, his restraint starting to slip. He could feel his pulse in his ears, his chest tightening with the mounting tension in his body. The way their body reacted to him-even in sleep-pushed him further. His breathing quickened as he positioned himself closer, grinding softly against them.

A low growl escaped him as his hand moved faster, more insistent now. They shifted beneath his touch, a soft moan escaping their lips, still half-asleep, but responsive. Logan knew they wouldn't wake yet, so he let go of the last bit of his control.

His hips began to move in time with his hand, his thrusts growing harder, more urgent. His partner's body rocked slightly with each motion, still asleep but pressed perfectly against him. The soft sounds they made only fueled him more. He was past the point of no return, his body demanding more, harder, faster.

His breathing grew ragged as he chased his release, every movement more intense than the last. He buried his face in the crook of their neck, his lips brushing over their skin, stifling the primal groans that were threatening to escape.

His hips began to move in time with his hand, his thrusts growing harder, more urgent. His partner's body rocked slightly with each motion, still asleep but pressed perfectly against him. The soft sounds they made only fueled him more. He was past the point of no return, his body demanding more, harder, faster.

Finally, the heat building in his core reached its peak. With a final hard thrust, he came with a deep, guttural growl, his entire body tensing as he spilled inside them. The force of it made his partner stir, their body jerking awake just as the intensity of his climax washed over him.

They blinked in confusion, their eyes still heavy with sleep as they turned to look at him. "Logan...?" they mumbled, their voice soft and drowsy.

He pressed a kiss to their shoulder, panting slightly, his body still trembling with the aftershocks. "I couldn't help myself," he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips.

They let out a sleepy laugh, their hand reaching back to touch his arm. "Guess you really couldn't wait, huh?"

Logan chuckled lowly, pulling them closer to his chest. "Didn't seem like you minded, darlin!"

They hummed in response, snuggling back against him, still half-asleep, content to drift back into slumber as Logan wrapped his arms around them, satisfied and completely at ease.

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kinktober Day 1- Primal play

Summary:Logan hunts you

The forest felt alive around you as you sprinted through the trees, your heart pounding in your chest.

The cool night air burned your lungs, but you couldn't stop running. Not when Logan was behind you-silent, stalking, letting you get just far enough before he closed the distance.

You knew he was toying with you. Letting you think you could escape. But deep down, you felt it-the inevitable. The low, predatory growl that had started miles back was a constant reminder that he was near, waiting to pounce.

The underbrush scratched at your legs, and the ground shifted beneath your feet. You stumbled slightly, your heart racing even faster as you realized he was closer now. You could almost feel the heat of his presence, the weight of his gaze on you. And then, just as you reached for the next tree to steady yourself

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He was there.

A sudden rush of movement, a blur of heat and power, and Logan's body slammed into yours. The force knocked the breath out of you, pinning you against the rough bark of the tree. His growl deepened as his chest pressed firmly against your back, the heat of him overwhelming in the cool night air. You gasped, your hands splayed against the bark as you felt his hands grip your hips, hard and possessive, pulling you back against him.

There was no escape.

You could hear his ragged breathing, feel the intensity in the way his fingers dug into your skin. His growls vibrated through you, low and primal, as he leaned in close, his lips ghosting over your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, sharp and threatening, as if he was claiming you with every breath.

Your breath came in short, shallow gasps as his hips ground against yours, the friction between you undeniable. He didn't speak—there were no words, only the raw, animalistic energy that coursed through him. Every movement was deliberate, overwhelming, and full of intent.

Your hands grasped at the tree, trying to steady yourself as the intensity built, Logan's grip on you tightening. His body pressed harder against yours, his breath hot and heavy in your ear, and you could feel the primal hunger radiating from him, the need to claim you completely.

And then, without warning, he moved, his body surging against yours in a way that left no room for doubt. A gasp escaped your lips, your legs shaking as he took what he wanted, the intensity of it all too much to bear. You whimpered, your body arching into his as he set the pace, the rawness of it making your head spin.

The world around you blurred as the sensations overwhelmed your senses. The rough bark of the tree scraped against your skin, but you barely registered the discomfort. All you could feel was Logan-his strength, his heat, the way he claimed you with every movement.

He growled low in your ear, his hands gripping your hips even tighter as the primal energy between you surged to its peak. The force of his body against yours, the way he moved with such raw purpose, left you breathless. Every part of you was consumed by him, and the intensity of it was unlike anything you had ever felt before.

And just when it felt like you might shatter, Logan slowed. The growls softened, the roughness giving way to something gentler. His hands, once so forceful, now stroked soothingly over your skin, grounding you as you both caught your breath.

Logan's chest rose and fell heavily against your back as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, his breath warm and steady. His grip on you eased, his fingers lightly tracing over the places where his hold had been the firmest, silently checking for any signs of discomfort.

"You okay?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, the primal growl gone, replaced by a gentleness that only appeared in these quiet, intimate moments.

You nodded, still catching your breath, and he slowly pulled you back from the tree, turning you to face him.

The intensity in his gaze was still there, but softer now, concern flickering in his eyes. His thumb brushed over your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender given the rawness of moments before.

"C'mere," Logan murmured, pulling you into his arms.

He held you close, his large hands soothingly rubbing up and down your back, grounding you as the adrenaline slowly faded. His forehead rested against yours, his breathing still deep and steady, as if anchoring himself in the moment with you.

The wildness had passed, but the tenderness remained.

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