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Old Man Logan x fem! reader drabble
Warnings: MDNI, no use of y/n, fluff, age gap, reader is 21+, some suggestive actions/comments, pet names (doll, baby). wc: 739
When you run out of your favorite ice cream, you know it's time to make a shopping trip to the closest general store. You smiled, fondly remembering lazy Sundays with Logan. He'd never admit it, but the sweet taste of chocolate ice cream helped ease his nerves; Twilight Zone reruns were no joke.
Logan turned on the radio, switching through static until he heard the baritone crooning of Johnny Cash. Every time the truck hitched over a bump, Logan steadied you with a firm hand on your thigh. At least that's how he justified it inching closer to the hem of your skirt. His cocky smirk made you playfully slap his arm, but you secretly loved the way he made you blush, even after you'd been dating for months.
He pulled into the neglected parking lot and killed the ignition, lovingly staring at your profile as you moved to unbuckle your seat belt. The universe had shown him mercy when you spontaneously came into his life. Your boundless grace and empathy made his house a home. You once gifted him handmade framed embroidery that read, "God bless our smelting plant."
Logan's thoughts were interrupted by the faint click of the passenger door unlocking. "Not on my watch, doll," he exhaled, rushing out of the driver seat and jogging to the passenger door. You reached for his hand, cautiously stepping down from the truck. Logan knew you could open the door yourself, but he always upheld the dying art of chivalry.
"Thank you." You smiled, stabilizing your descent by placing your left hand on his white beater. "Sure thing," Logan responded, knowing you just wanted to feel his broad chest.
A quaint bell rang as you entered the store, alerting the cashier of your presence. "Howdy, welcome in! Milk's half off today." he chimed. Logan didn't miss the way the young man's eyes widened as you sauntered ahead of him to the frozen aisle. Hell, he didn't blame him. You never wore a bra when it was this hot, instead opting for a lightweight tank top. The cool air blasting from the open freezer door made the hard outline of your nipples difficult to ignore.
"You want our usual or this new flavor?" You asked, prompting Logan to ignore the cashier's gaze. He lengthened his stride and stood over you, peering into the freezer. The carton you pointed out had an adorable illustration of a bunny as its mascot.
"Hmm . . ." Logan pondered, leaning into the frigid air to grab the carton. "It's cute, reminds me of you. I say strawberry."
You traced your bottom lip, pretending to be indecisive. "If you say so." A sweet blush crept onto your face, subtle enough to be missed by anyone but Logan.
The cashier's eyes lingered on your tank top as you both returned to the front counter. You were too busy checking out other items in the store to notice.
"Good choice, we just got that flavor last week. Cash or card?" The young man redirected his attention to Logan, who he assumed was paying based on the fact that he was holding the ice cream and already had his wallet out.
"Do people out here really use card?" Logan asked, puzzled by his question. He remembered a time when he'd have to write a check to pay if he didn't have enough cash.
"My dad's the same way," the cashier chuckled, trying to establish some common ground with you. Logan's eyes narrowed at his lame attempt to relate to his girl.
My dad. This prick thought you were his daughter.
He threw more than enough cash onto the counter before muttering, "Keep the change." Logan tried his best to finish the transaction without leaving three scratch marks over the young man's uneven stubble.
You noticed that Logan was brooding as you linked your arm through his, more than usual. The cashier's words had stunned him into an icy silence, clearly bothered by their implication.
Before you crossed the threshold of the door, you pulled the collar of Logan's beater and kissed him hard. He gasped into your mouth, fingers moving to glide through your hair. Your tongue darted along his upper lip, deepening the kiss.
A thin string of spit connected your lips as you slowly pulled away. "Mmm, almost as sweet as this ice cream, baby," You teased, savoring the cashier's shocked expression as you both heard the doorbell ring.
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Logan Howlett x alternative fem! reader // MDNI, reader is 21+, smut
You're always experimenting with fashion, opting for garments and silhouettes that convey strength. The textile collage that you customize each morning acts as a tangible barrier against the intolerant bigots you encounter daily.
This doesn't mean that you reject femininity. Everyone's soul is composed of masculine and feminine energy, two distinct entities that form a harmonious picture when embraced together.
It's a beautiful feeling, revealing the most sensitive parts of yourself to Logan.
Logan skillfully extracts your femininity from you with his callused hands. At home, you envelop yourself in light fabrics; flimsy sundresses and translucent nightgowns, just to feel him playfully slap your ass. He loves it when you lounge around in band tees and hyper-feminine booty shorts. The contrast reminds him of the duality in his soul.
"Love" was never a routine piece of Logan's vocabulary until he met you.
He was always so sentimental with you, craving eye contact as his thick cock gently parted your folds. He enjoyed whispering it in your ear when he was fully sheathed, planting sweet kisses between your furrowed brows. "I love you, bub."
You always returned the favor, often begging him to fill your mouth. Logan respected you as a woman, as a person. The fact that you felt comfortable enough to submit to him in this way made his heart bloom. "You're too good to me," he panted, mesmerized by the erotic sight of you on your knees. "Don't-" you suddenly flattened your tongue, tracing the prominent vein running along the underside of his cock. You giggled when the flushed head bobbed on your nose with the impact. "-don't deserve it," he continued. You grasped the thick flesh of his thighs and relaxed your mouth before swallowing his cock. You sighed as you nuzzled your nose against the coarse hair surrounding the base.
Logan groaned as he memorized the image of you releasing his cock, a thin string of spit connecting the tip and your swollen lips. "Don't be silly, baby. Let me take care of you."
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