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@daenysx | dae, 22, she/her, virgo, coffee addict, daydreamer, in love with fictional men with platinum blonde hair, sleep-deprived, gryffindor, tries be perfect as arctic monkeys songs play in the background, daryl dixon' girl.

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logan talks you through it.

nothing about this is surprising, not at all, but he just does it so well. it makes you wanna whine and pull him close- closer than he already is. you wrap your arms around him, he makes you ride his thigh, and it's making you lose your mind. "john-" you whisper, he likes hearing his name from you during sex. "i need more." and he holds your waist, keeping you in your spot securely. "i know, gorgeous," he murmurs as he kisses your jaw. "you know i'll give you anything."

when he finally lays you down on his bed properly and parts your thighs to settle down between them, you look up at the way his eyes sparkle, they are just so big and bright. he drags his fingers from your chest to your belly, all the way down to reach the wetness between your legs. you let out a shaky breath when he uses his fingers to look at you. "there she is," he whispers, his arm wrapped around your thigh. "so pretty. you know how pretty you are, right? such a gorgeous girl." and he kisses, kisses, kisses, everywhere he can reach, making you a mess.

you roll your hips, chasing the friction, he holds you stable. "i know," he just says, "i know, but look how perfect you are, don't you want this to last longer? good, good baby."

he loves your moans, so delightful, follows every tiny breath of yours and moves his fingers. he loves the way you chase that intense release you are looking for, "good," he keeps telling you with a raspy voice. "big stretch, huh, baby? but you are taking it all, you are so good." he moves inside you, his hips hitting yours in a delicious rhythm. he kisses your cheeks. your glossy eyes get him closer to the edge. you are eating up every praise, every leading sentence he tells you, just so good at listening.

he makes too much noise when he comes, but only for you to hear. he's panting, it's too much, but he loves the way you clench around him as you let go at the same time. "yes," he moans. "yes, that's so good, you are so good- come, baby, come around me- gorgeous girl-"

you both need a few minutes to go back from this.

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logan talks you through it.

nothing about this is surprising, not at all, but he just does it so well. it makes you wanna whine and pull him close- closer than he already is. you wrap your arms around him, he makes you ride his thigh, and it's making you lose your mind. "john-" you whisper, he likes hearing his name from you during sex. "i need more." and he holds your waist, keeping you in your spot securely. "i know, gorgeous," he murmurs as he kisses your jaw. "you know i'll give you anything."

when he finally lays you down on his bed properly and parts your thighs to settle down between them, you look up at the way his eyes sparkle, they are just so big and bright. he drags his fingers from your chest to your belly, all the way down to reach the wetness between your legs. you let out a shaky breath when he uses his fingers to look at you. "there she is," he whispers, his arm wrapped around your thigh. "so pretty. you know how pretty you are, right? such a gorgeous girl." and he kisses, kisses, kisses, everywhere he can reach, making you a mess.

you roll your hips, chasing the friction, he holds you stable. "i know," he just says, "i know, but look how perfect you are, don't you want this to last longer? good, good baby."

he loves your moans, so delightful, follows every tiny breath of yours and moves his fingers. he loves the way you chase that intense release you are looking for, "good," he keeps telling you with a raspy voice. "big stretch, huh, baby? but you are taking it all, you are so good." he moves inside you, his hips hitting yours in a delicious rhythm. he kisses your cheeks. your glossy eyes get him closer to the edge. you are eating up every praise, every leading sentence he tells you, just so good at listening.

he makes too much noise when he comes, but only for you to hear. he's panting, it's too much, but he loves the way you clench around him as you let go at the same time. "yes," he moans. "yes, that's so good, you are so good- come, baby, come around me- gorgeous girl-"

you both need a few minutes to go back from this.

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logan talks you through it.

nothing about this is surprising, not at all, but he just does it so well. it makes you wanna whine and pull him close- closer than he already is. you wrap your arms around him, he makes you ride his thigh, and it's making you lose your mind. "john-" you whisper, he likes hearing his name from you during sex. "i need more." and he holds your waist, keeping you in your spot securely. "i know, gorgeous," he murmurs as he kisses your jaw. "you know i'll give you anything."

when he finally lays you down on his bed properly and parts your thighs to settle down between them, you look up at the way his eyes sparkle, they are just so big and bright. he drags his fingers from your chest to your belly, all the way down to reach the wetness between your legs. you let out a shaky breath when he uses his fingers to look at you. "there she is," he whispers, his arm wrapped around your thigh. "so pretty. you know how pretty you are, right? such a gorgeous girl." and he kisses, kisses, kisses, everywhere he can reach, making you a mess.

you roll your hips, chasing the friction, he holds you stable. "i know," he just says, "i know, but look how perfect you are, don't you want this to last longer? good, good baby."

he loves your moans, so delightful, follows every tiny breath of yours and moves his fingers. he loves the way you chase that intense release you are looking for, "good," he keeps telling you with a raspy voice. "big stretch, huh, baby? but you are taking it all, you are so good." he moves inside you, his hips hitting yours in a delicious rhythm. he kisses your cheeks. your glossy eyes get him closer to the edge. you are eating up every praise, every leading sentence he tells you, just so good at listening.

he makes too much noise when he comes, but only for you to hear. he's panting, it's too much, but he loves the way you clench around him as you let go at the same time. "yes," he moans. "yes, that's so good, you are so good- come, baby, come around me- gorgeous girl-"

you both need a few minutes to go back from this.

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being kissed on the neck must feel lovely, huh

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i applied to a project two months ago and i just thought of checking the results, i was thinking like will i care about getting rejected for this as the page was loading and then guess what- i got rejected

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its so hot my brain feels like jelly at this point im barely functioning

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imagine washing logan's hair.

he's just so tired, that bone deep exhaustion, and all he wants is to stay in tub until he's soaked in water and comfort. he never gets to do that in peace, with the house having too many people all the time, but once he finds the opportunity, he doesn't waste it.

and you're here. next to the tub, offering him your collection of fancy soaps and bubbles. he likes the vanilla scented one best, you generously share it with him. it's all gentle words and your soft spoken voice. you talk about anything and everything, he listens and he smiles.

"can i wash your hair?" you ask and he loves the way you ask the question. you seem happy to be included in his personal comfort hour and you try to be as attentive as you can without making him talk too much. he knows you do it with purpose, you want him to rest not just his body but also his mind. "i'd love that, angel." he says, and he feels shy suddenly because how can you look like a literal angel to him with those bright eyes and that desire to take care of him? he's wrecked.

your fingers are- well, this is hard to describe, but if he had to use one word, he'd just say that they are heavenly. you are very careful with him, trying to take care of possible knots that can form in his wet hair and working your fingers through his scalp as if you want to erase every bad thing ever happened to him. "oh-" he lets out a shaky breath, "you're just- mhm, so good to me, i don't know if i deserve it." you laugh softly. "of course you do," you tell him. he believes you, he believes in anything you say with those lovely fingers taking him to a better part of his reality. "you've been so tired, haven't you? just needed this."

fuck him, you are holding his heart in your palms and you are so gentle with it, he doesn't know what to do. "relax." you say. he listens. he just senses things and they are lovely things, your fingers in his hair and the vanilla scent in the air and the warmth of the water and the way his back starts feeling numb because he's maybe a bit too tall for the tub. "i wanna spend years here," he confesses. "i think i'm gonna fall asleep."

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am i ever gonna be beautiful

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you're actually doing god's work with all your logan blurbs theyre SO delicious ily

thank you so much!!! i love them too i think i'm happy with the way i understand his character and it's so nice to see that you love it too <3333 i'll keep writing <3 ily angel

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forehead kisses are very important to logan. very important.

it doesn't really matter if he's the giving or the receiving end, he likes the quiet intimacy of it. a forehead kiss is everything, it's gentleness, it's being proud, it's soft and sweet, it's words melted into a kiss. it always affected him.

so, the first time you kiss him on his forehead, his legs feel weak. his eyes close, his lips part slightly, he lets out a shaky breath. your lips are soft and warm. his hands wrap themselves around your waist, mostly because he's afraid to lose his balance. "you were so good!" you are beaming. "i'm so proud of you, handsome." oh, how he waited for years to hear those words.

and then, the kisses become more frequent. you kiss him on his forehead before leaving the bed for an early class. it's mostly to convince him that you actually need to go. "you know i don't like being late," you say, in the morning quiet. "i'll text you for coffee later." you are smiling and kissing him like the angel you are and he is speechless. when he's tired after a game, all worn out on the couch with you in his lap, you play with his hair. absent fingers, making him all sleepy, and when you press your lips between his eyebrows, he hums. it's so nice. so nice to be appreciated. so nice to make you proud.

he does the same thing for you. his lips find their ways on your forehead when you spend hours studying and feel like it's not enough. he kisses you like that when you are upset, when you are sleepy, when you settle down on him after a busy day. the kisses make your mind go quiet. he keeps his lips on your forehead for a few seconds more, just to make sure you feel what he's feeling. oh, baby, he thinks, let me do this forever.

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mornings are always calm with logan.

every morning, you wake up wrapped around him. your head on his chest, your legs tangled in his, his hands tight around your waist. when he blinks his eyes open with the first lights of the sun, he sees you through a blurry eyesight. how lovely it is to see you first before a new day.

he loves the details of each morning. how you rub your eyes, how you smile when you see him watching you, how you pout when he tells you he doesn't have much time for breakfast... your bedhead, your blinking eyes, your hands finding his chest, your soft voice begging for five more minutes as he tries to bribe you with coffee. he admires the entire thing every time he opens his eyes for another day.

sometimes he gets to have the longer version. he doesn't have anywhere to be before noon, and when his free times align with yours, he is the happiest man in the world. he wakes you up with kisses all over your body, your soft mumbles of his name, he gets between your legs as you open your eyes with full consciousness. he's hungry for your sounds, your shaky legs and for the way you spread them wider. "can't believe you want to do this first thing in the morning." you laugh, breathless as he licks the spot he's been sucking. "i always want to do this, angel," he says. "doesn't matter which part of the day it is."

you don't want to do anything fast and rough first thing in the morning, your favorite position being him on top with you laying facedown on his bed. he kisses your neck like a man obsessed, moving with a perfect slowness as he gets you closer for the second time. "so pretty in the morning, how's that possible?" he moves, his hair tickles your shoulders. tiny moans fill the room in the morning quiet. his fingers tight around yours, your bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces. when you come, it's intense and he gives himself permission to stay like this for a bit as he relaxes.

after that comes the part where he makes a decent job of cleaning both of you up before enjoying your stay in bed. naked bodies pressed against each other, you love listening to his heartbeat when the world is quiet. he loves focusing on your scent all over his bed and his body. later, you crave a cup of coffee and he decides he wants pancakes for breakfast this morning. almost an hour passes before both of you go to kitchen. he doesn't mind waiting, not one bit.

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logan likes it very much when you settle down on his thigh to get yourself off.

it's just so good when you find the right angle. he's all muscular and strong, he can lead you by holding your waist as he tries to find a pace you like. "yeah?" he murmurs, kissing your jawline like a man obsessed. "like this, gorgeous? do you think you can get off on my thigh like this?" he smiles when he feels you shiver with his words.

"i just- i'm- i think my legs are numb," you finally manage a full sentence with a pout on your face. he kisses your lips, making the pout disappear. "we can't have that, can we?" he takes control then, giving your poor legs some relief by lifting you up. he lays you down on his bed and gets on top. "pretty girl," he is amazed by your eyes, sparkling with hazy desire for him. "stop thinking, baby. your mind needs a break."

"can't-" you begin saying. "too much." logan leans down to kiss your belly. he drags his tongue on your skin. "but i just know it's not too much for you," he murmurs. "you only finished twice, i know you can do more."

"overachiever," you mumble. "i want to sleep." logan laughs. "i'll stop teasing, baby," he says as he puts his hands on either side of your head. "you want me to do this properly, right? give you a proper fuck, love on you like this."

he moves, settling down inside you in a moment. you wrap your legs around him as much as you can, but you are tired and your legs are numbing, and he knows this. he increases the pace, trying to get you where he wants. "i wanna hear you," he begs. "don't hide from me, never hide from me."

the noises you make sound unreal for a second when you hear yourself. he smiles at you. what a nice smile that is, you are so lost in the pleasure he gives you with that fucking smile on his face. "kiss me," you whisper, your hands reaching up to hold onto his neck. "please, kiss me. kiss me on my neck..." you are breathless when he finally gives you what you want. "you smell divine," he says in between his kisses. "my favorite scent in the entire world." he kisses all the sensitive spots he can find, sucking a tiny spot beneath your jawline.

"come for me, whenever you want, okay?" he murmurs against your collarbones. you nod, legs shaking as he hits a sensitive spot over and over. when the wave finally hits you, you are blissfully lost. you hum, coming on him as he relaxes with you. your bones tired, your mind empty. nothing but logan exists and it's your favorite feeling these days.

"so pretty," he whispers. he kisses your forehead. "the prettiest."

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john logan is definitely the guy who insists on fixing every broken thing in your room.

and it goes like this, you are mentioning a drawer that closes wrong, telling him you'll check up on it later when you have time and he's like- what do you mean you'll check up on it? "i can do it myself, baby." you tell him when he insists on changing the bulbs. "i know you can, but why should you?" he says every time. he's here and he can take care of it.

the thing is, he knows that you can take care of these stuff. you can use a screwdriver for little things. he knows you can call for an expert when it's something you can't deal with by yourself. but he just- he wants to realize what's wrong and fix it without making you notice. you have too many things to deal with, why should you bother with those broken stuff in the room that he can easily fix by himself?

so, everything you notice once that needs fixing disappears the next day. "i know what you're doing," you tell him one night when he's in your bed after repairing your stubborn window that doesn't stay open properly. "thank you." you smile and his heart beats quicker for three whole seconds. "no problem, angel," he says, genuinely. he kisses the back of your hand. "i'm happy to do all those things." you know he means it.

he just does it with everything. he never makes you feel uncomfortable when you ask for help. he never makes you think you owe him something just because he fixes your things. he says it's all bare minimum, but you remember your past experiences and logan feels safe. it feels good to be with a man who's aware of your capacity to take care of yourself without making it his problem. he wants to offer support whenever he can without making it all about himself. he's just- safe.

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i feel like some evil spirit has taken over my body

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john logan is definitely the guy who insists on fixing every broken thing in your room.

and it goes like this, you are mentioning a drawer that closes wrong, telling him you'll check up on it later when you have time and he's like- what do you mean you'll check up on it? "i can do it myself, baby." you tell him when he insists on changing the bulbs. "i know you can, but why should you?" he says every time. he's here and he can take care of it.

the thing is, he knows that you can take care of these stuff. you can use a screwdriver for little things. he knows you can call for an expert when it's something you can't deal with by yourself. but he just- he wants to realize what's wrong and fix it without making you notice. you have too many things to deal with, why should you bother with those broken stuff in the room that he can easily fix by himself?

so, everything you notice once that needs fixing disappears the next day. "i know what you're doing," you tell him one night when he's in your bed after repairing your stubborn window that doesn't stay open properly. "thank you." you smile and his heart beats quicker for three whole seconds. "no problem, angel," he says, genuinely. he kisses the back of your hand. "i'm happy to do all those things." you know he means it.

he just does it with everything. he never makes you feel uncomfortable when you ask for help. he never makes you think you owe him something just because he fixes your things. he says it's all bare minimum, but you remember your past experiences and logan feels safe. it feels good to be with a man who's aware of your capacity to take care of yourself without making it his problem. he wants to offer support whenever he can without making it all about himself. he's just- safe.

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I adore your soft logan smut, like it's so gentle, he's such a gentleman 🤭

thank you, angel!!! i like imagining he would be like this <333