in a swirling day, youโve given me a piece of happiness
how the boys react when you're sick...
yearning john logan
too much to hold
just to touch you
heat and honey
feels like home
comfort p. 2
kiss me more
thick and thin
morale boost
a total mess
magic mike
my way
โกplease let me make you juno
โกjohn logan boyfriend headcanons
โกjohn logan who sees you in lingerie and yearns...
fics aren't mine, all credits and support to original authors: @folkloure @andy-15-07 @heartsandheadcanons @puckmegirl @rosiecherie @leaawrites @fictionallygabby @seventiesaces @athousandblunts @boyfiefleur @glossiercheek @pxob @pinkfairydreamgirl
you hear the door click open and the familiar shuffle of john coming back from practice, his duffel hitting the floor with a soft thud.
he doesnโt even spare you a glance, immediately muttering something about drills and how coach was on his ass again, not even looking up as he takes off his shoes and heads straight for the desk where his laptop sits open.
youโve been waiting, standing there in the middle of the room wearing nothing but delicate black lace that hugs your curves just right, the material doing little to hide anything, tiny bows at your hips and between your breasts catching the low light. he doesnโt notice. not at first.
โjohn,โ you call softly, but heโs already typing, shoulders hunched, completely focused on whatever assignment or schedule heโs pulling up.
you try again, a little louder this time. โjohnnnโ you drag on. still nothing. heโs lost in his own world, his fingers flying over the keys, the only sound in the room the quiet click of the keys and his occasional sigh.
you take a slow step closer, the lace shifting against your skin with every movement.
โjohn. logan.โ this time your voice carries a little more frustration, enough to make him pause.
he glances over his shoulder, distracted, his eyebrows drawn together like heโs about to give up completely.
then his eyes land on you.
his mouth opens, breath catching hard enough that you see his chest stop and inhale heavily. the assignment is forgotten, the laptop screen dimming as he turns fully, and before you can even smile heโs dropping straight to his knees on the carpet of his bedroom floor.
the sound is a soft thud but like every ounce of tension leaves his body at once. his hands rest on his thighs, palms open, and those hungry, yearning eyes lift to meet yours, theyโre wide, dark, almost pleading.
โcome to me, babyโ he says, voice low and rough, every word wrapped in that same aching need that makes your stomach flip. he almost sounded like he wanted to cry. your poor baby was so overworked.
you take the few steps that close the distance, and the second youโre within reach his hands are on you, gentle at first, his fingertips tracing the edge of the fabric at your hips before sliding up, palms warm against your skin. he leans in, pressing his face right against your stomach, breathing you in like heโs been starved for it.
a soft, shaky exhale leaves him, and you feel the shake in his shoulders as he holds himself back from pulling you down too fast.
his fingers hook under the thin straps at your hips, not tugging, just holding, feeling the texture of the lace against his skin. he looks up again, those same puppy eyes darker now, lashes low, and you can see how hard heโs fighting to stay still, to let you come to him the way he asked.
the clear yearning is there, enough that you feel it in your own pulse.
you thread your nails through his hair, and thatโs all it takes for him to surge forward, mouth pressing open kisses along the line of lace just above your navel, tongue flicking out to taste skin wherever the fabric allows.
his hands slide around to cup your ass, squeezing once before he drags you even closer, burying his face between your thighs without hesitation. the lace is already damp from how wet you are, and he moans against it, the sound vibrating straight through you. โjohnโ you moan quietly.
he doesnโt rush. he stays on his knees, worshipping every inch he can reach, kissing the inside of your thigh, the sheer thin covering your pussy, breathing hot and heavy until youโre rocking against his mouth without meaning to.
his tongue presses flat through the fabric, licking slow and deliberate, soaking the lace even more until it clings to you. every time you tug his hair he groans, the sound needy and desperate, and he looks up again with those same hungry eyes like heโs asking permission to keep going, to pull the delicate material aside and finally taste you properly.
when you nod, his fingers are quick but careful, easing the lace down your hips just enough to bare you to him. he doesnโt stand up yet.
he stays right there on the floor, pulling you forward until your thighs cover his face, and then his mouth is on your bare pussy, tongue sliding through your folds, lips sealing around your clit to suck gently before he flattens his tongue again and laps at you like heโs been thinking about this all day. โugh, you- you make me feel so good johnny.โ
his hands grip your ass tighter, holding you steady while he eats you out with slow, thorough strokes that make your knees shake. if it wasnโt for his grip on your ass, you wouldโve fallen to the floor by now.
you can feel how turned on he is, the hard outline of his cock against his sweats, but he doesnโt touch himself. he just keeps his focus on you, licking and sucking until your hips are rolling against his mouth and soft sounds are slipping from your throat.
every few seconds he glances up, checking your face with those same yearning eyes, like your pleasure is the only thing that matters in the world right now.
when your thighs start to tremble harder he pulls back just enough to press a kiss to your clit, then another lower, tongue dipping inside you for a moment before he stands in one fluid motion.
his arms wrap around you, lifting you easily, and he carries you the short distance to the bed without ever looking away from your face.
he lays you down carefully, the lace still tangled around one thigh, and climbs over you, settling between your spread legs.
he kisses you then, so deep, slow, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, while his hand works between your bodies to shove his sweats down just far enough. the head of his cock nudges against your entrance, hot and slick from how ready you both are, and he pauses there, forehead resting against yours, breathing hard.
โtell me you want this honey,โ he whispers, voice wrecked, eyes searching yours like he needs the words as much as the act itself.
when you pull him closer and say yes, he sinks into you in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the deepest he can with a groan that vibrates through both of you.
he stays still for a moment, just feeling you around him, then starts to move, slow at first, rolling his hips so every stroke drags against that perfect spot inside you.
his hands never stop moving, sliding over the lace still clinging to your body, fingers tracing every strap and bow like heโs memorizing the way it looks on you.
he leans down to kiss the swell of your breast above the cup of the bra, teeth grazing lightly before he sucks a mark there, claiming you even as he fucks you deeper. the bed creaks under the steady rhythm he sets, each thrust pushing you higher, and he keeps his eyes on your face the whole time, watching every reaction, every flutter of your lashes when he hits just right.
you come first, clenching around him hard enough that his rhythm falters, and he follows right after, burying his face in your neck as he spills inside you with a broken moan, hips jerking through the aftershocks.
he doesnโt pull out right away. he stays there, cock still twitching, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and whispering how beautiful you look, how much he needed this, how heโll never get tired of seeing you like this just for him. โyouโre just so perfect baby.โ he whimpers into your neck. โiโd do anything for you. anything, i promise.โ
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a/n: as itโs clear, iโve been heavily into my logan era, specifically yearning logan. this is based off this request! requests are open! ๐
hiii i love your logan fics, could I request one, and feel free to say no, where reader is using drugs or used in the past cause she was like going throught hello and she decided to used and logan finds out and gets super worried cause he doesn't want reader to end up like his mom and reader feels bad cause she knows what happend and doesn't want to be a burden but they en up making up and supper fluff en, THANKSSS
hi darling, those fics aren't mine. It's just my recommendations of other writers. It's better to write to the authors, they are all tagged in the posts
logan's first indication that something was wrong....
when proposing doesn't go the way they planned
john logan has a clingy, overdramatic girlfriend
john logan grovels for his girlfriend
john logan makes you wanna cry...
john logan headcanons
john logan headcanons
guilty pleasure
seeing double
kiss it better
girl's night
baby, no
โกtouch me
โกtalk you through it
โกjohn logan's nsfw alphabet
โกnew nails, new hair, new tricks
โกsometimes you like to take care of john....
fics aren't mine, all credits and support to original authors: @seventiesaces @loveyoubunchies @se7entyrell @toonice113 @glossiercheek @folkloure @lacyydollette @heartsandheadcanons @sc3ptre @rosiecherie @garrettsgrahams @mayalina09 @seventiesaces @littlemissclairebiggs
All credits and support to original authors: @pittsick @folkloure @rgntthragg @puckingcuckbunny @andy-15-07 @rebelfell @yjghost @straight-rivalry @roughpenalty @ririsaltar @kaiwithlove
five times logan almost said i love you (and the one time he finally did)
loving touching squeezing
too pretty to keep secret
as long as you want
good luck charm โกp.2
the love advice
choosing you
break point
find you
bloom
โกrough me up
โกseven steps, one word
โกlogan making you squirt for the first time
All credits and support to original authors: @folkloure @boyfiefleur @bitchinbarzal @rosiewrites28 @andy-15-07 @rinvvii @yvaineseleneposts @puckingcuckbunny @fezrus @ririsaltar @messylxve
โกdean carries two polaroids inside his wallet....
โกdonโt think about dean winchester...
โกone bed trope with dean
โกdean's sex abcs
โกslow mornings
โกfinally alone
โก body swap
โกunshaved
โกpick up
All credits and support to original authors: @stargazedwinchester @andmeiamherdagger @midnightfragment @pieandflannel @reginaphalangelobster @fanfic-idjit @dontyouworrydaddy @maddie0101 @withluvmia @bruisedfig @very-merry-birthday @dollyivy @wendichester @aseafullofstars @godmadeaterribleerror @spitefulsatanfics
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I would the person who tries to talk people out of opening the basement door but also the person who found the haunted house in the first place and brought everyone there
i've never seen a horror movie ๐ญ i would be the guy that says "but i'd be funny," every time the smart people try to shut down someones horrible idea. and survives long enough so i can say "and then there was x," or "that went well," after our friends die. and then die a horrible and slow death that gives me enough time to address all the gang and tell them to go on without me and tell them how i much love them all and i hope they dont die
@istillwishforyouateleveneleven @knightmossy @arikakari @skibidi-toilet-baku-my-dudes @theresastarmanwaitingforus @fictionalsimp09 @r0sekiller08 + open tags
I don't watch a lot if horror, but on some of the experiences I had, I think I'd be the typa character that is originally against everything, but is forced into the action and ends up suggesting crazier ideas and stuff...
@0fenwei @eeeurydiceee @l0standn0tf0und
Also, @mmmuah ik you don't use tumblr but please log on for once I'm begging you.
I think Iโd be the kind of person who crafts improvised weapons, tries to find a rational way out, and assigns tasks to everyone. But Iโd die because of simple inattentiveness because I wouldnโt look into a corner and wouldnโt notice the monster. I can clearly imagine a scene where itโs following right behind me, step by step, and I donโt notice it until itโs too late
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