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night tapes ᯓ★ john logan

⸝⸝ mdni / walking in on him in the shower;), only friends, handjob, fingering, he a flirt, not knowing where they stand with eachother after.

you had somehow became so used to john’s schedule you would catch him during the oddest times. five minutes after he woke up, walking out of practice with him, facetiming him during his shower before he went to bed. he was a busy guy, and you not so much.

hannah had invited you over for a dinner tucker was cooking, with the occasional help from you. “why havent you asked where logan is at?” hannah asked you while scooting closer. you gave her a confused look, “because im hanging out with you?” answering truthfully, because you and logan were not together.

“however, i left one of my hoodies over here and told him to put it in his room so im gonna go grab that.” you stood up, walking around the couch and up the stairs. you had a soft smile on your lips when seeing his shut bedroom door and pressed down on the handle. because you knew he wasnt here, you didnt see his truck in the driveway, and no one mentioned him.

so why was the shower in his bathroom on?

“jl, you here?” you asked while knocking gently on the side of the wall. a muffled sound of shock and pleasure, with what you could only assume was his hand slapping over his mouth. your lips parted when you leaned against the doorframe, eyes focused on the shower curtain.

“jesus christ.” you heard and your brows slowly rose while a soft chuckle followed. “whend you get here?” he asked from behind the shower curtain. “like, here at the house or here in the bathroom?” john logan slowly shut his eyes as the warm water rinsed his skin. “bathroom.”

“oh literally when i started talking.” you answered and saw his head poke out. god, he even looked post-bliss. “whatd you do today?” he asked, poking his head back in. “dance, a bit of studying, then went to a class.” you told him, not breaking the threshold of the door.

“didnt think id end up walking in on you, though.” you admitted what he denied to believe and shook his head. you thought about it for a second, deciding to play into it. “yeah, well i didnt know you were coming over.” joking back while slowly releasing a breath while trying to rub down his already growing erection.

“and if you did?” john logans attention snapped up, eyes focused on the tile wall in front of him. it wasnt your words that got him, it was your tone. full of drama, sarcasm, questions with hidden truths in them. he didnt know what to do as he slowly shut his eyes and released a breath.

his silence was not only a bit terrifying, but you became awkward. “okay, ill be downstairs!” you said while turning on your heels. “hold up,” his head poked from the curtain again. your back facing him, you did as he asked and waited. gaining the strength, you twisted on your heels and faced them.

“you didnt let me answer.” he said and you held your hand out, telling him to fill the awkward silence. “if i knew youd be over… maybe id ask for some help. maybe not.” he shrugged while your mouth dropped open, “wow, logan. you and your hand make a great pair.” he rolled his eyes and pushed the curtain back again.

“and if i ask for some help now?” he matched your tone. you didnt think twice about it when your hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, pushed down your sweatpants and thong, unclipped your bra and pushed back the curtain.

your hand held on his shoulder before he could process what was happening and you brought your lips to his. turning and pressing your back against the wall of the shower as his palms slammed against it to catch himself.

“holy fuck,” he mumbled tightly against your lips, moving his hands to cradle your face as his tongue instinctively met yours. your right hand dropped, gently grazing your fingers over his tip. his mouth opened against yours, and you nipped his bottom lip before fully wrapping your fist around him. kissing down his neck, you were tucked perfectly into him.

his chin dropped, mouth still open in pleasure while you slowed your pace to more of a stroke than a tug and john logan whimpered in your ear. his hips slowly thrusted into your fist, matching your speed while he dropped his hand to the side of your throat. barely touching, his arm rested against your shoulder.

his whimpers turned into a heavy groan while he clenched his teeth. mind dizzy from how you were making him feel, hand wrapped around his about average dick while your tongue licked up the side of his neck. “fuck, fuck,” spitting through clenched teeth.

his mouth found yours, another loud moan passing through him when his left arm gave out and his body was tighter to yours. tongue’s eager to stay busy, thrusts starting to get sloppier. you rose your leg and put your foot on the edge of the tub.

his hand on the side of your face dropped to your hip. feeling you against his thigh, he kept you where you were. your teeth nipping his bottom lip. “look at me when you cum,” his head immediately snapped to yours and your senses sharpened.

god, he looked so worn-out. curly hair in his face, dark bags under his glassy eyes. his brows knitted together and you felt his grip tighten on your hip. gently guiding you down before back up. your back pressed against the cold wall- willing your nipples to harden. sat on his thigh, your hand pumping him in a way hes never experienced.

“fuck, im gonna cum.” he warned while his eyes never left yours. with the second it took him to finish, you shared an equal gasp when feeling his middle finger run between your legs and insert itself inside you. it made your grip tighten, and john logan fucking exploded into pleasure. your hand slapped over his mouth before he could get any louder, and head tucked on your shoulder as he jumped with every slow stroke.

he lifted his head, pressing you into another sloppy kiss again. from how he continued to lazily fuck into your hand, his middle finger hitting exactly where it needed to, your nails dug into his shoulder, pushing up onto your toes while he leaned down and pulled you into a kiss.

curses left your mouth when feeling your stomach start to tense, and john logan smiled against your lips as he continued that pace that had you finishing in under forty seconds.

he pushed your hip into the shower wall to keep you from moving as your high washed over you and he listened to the moans you tried so hard to keep quiet. “holy fuck,” you shuddered, immediately grabbing his wrist and pushing up onto your toes again after you came down from it.

he slowly pulled his finger from you, and without missing a beat, he stuck it into his mouth. he smiled when seeing how your eyes had shifted into something submissive at the sight. he leaned down, meeting his tongue with yours before his lips did.

you sucked in a sharp breath before nudging his shoulders back. he pulled away, cheeks flushed and a fucked-out smile on his face. you chuckled, pointing a finger at him.

“youre a freak.” you lied, pushing the shower curtain back and stepping out. “dont deny it, you loved it.”

you chuckled again while drying off, still under the john-logan-just-fingered-me-in-the-shower spell. “i think you know too much about me.” trying to joke while pulling your half wet hair into a bun.

“i havent even dipped my toe in.”

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[starkeywhre]

off limits 𖦹 dean di laurentis

⸝⸝ nothing says foreplay quite like a mouth full of blood

⸝⸝ sports med x reader, maybe mention of she/her pronouns, reader being nonchalant until she isnt, mild arguments, they both dont want a relationship yet cant seem to act like they arent in one, sorry for any mistakes

you cursed yourself as you walked up the steps, you cursed yourself when you walked into the house, and you cursed yourself when seeing the entirety of the hockey team in various locations. you knew you were loved by these boys, but sometimes felt they loved a little too much.

having proved that before, the protectiveness sort of eased but didnt fully go away.

you tried her best to push into the living room, hearing a quick shout of your name, you cursed yourself hearing logans voice. "hi, logan." you gave him a kind but awkward smile when he ran up. the drink in the cup he held sloshed around before his hand held on the top of her shoulder.

"thank you for everything that you do, for us. we really, really appreciate it." he swooned while pulling her into an unwanted hug. "its my job." she reminded him. "we know, but we still love you." another tight hug before he gave her a smile. "come find us if you need us." he said in a deeper voice before turning around and walking back to his friends.

you found your own friends after getting a drink, sitting on the edge of the couch besides a player from the opposing team they were playing with the following day. you didnt know his name, or cared to ask when the story being told continued.

you kept a soft smile on your lips as their group fell into laughter, shaking your head while pushing your hair behind your ear. "thats ridiclous." muttering and feeling a thud behind you, paying no attention to it you continued listening.

"whats your name?" it was asked quietly beside your. raising your brows and turning your head, answering and taking a sip of your beer. "so, you go to briar-u?” he asked, brows raising gently before he took a drink of whatever was in his cup.

you gave another forced but polite smile and nodded, “yep.” keeping it short, you turned your attention back to the speaker- another person adding onto the story. “whats your major?” he asked and you held your breath.

"you play left defenseman, right?" you asked and turned your head to face him fully. he sat lower than you, but still tilted his chin up so your eyes could meet. "you know hockey?"

"you ready for the game tomorrow?" you didnt answer his question and he didnt seem to notice when sucking in a breath. "nine wins, two ties this year. we have this next one in the bag, easy." you chuckled under your breath and your lip snapped into a smirk.

you glanced down to your lap when feeling his hand snake its way onto your hip, humming under your breath and scanning the area before turning to him again. "youre pretty cocky for a guy who lost his center position." you whispered as if trying to protect his dignity.

tucker walked over to the them, leaning down with cheers and hugging them. "the fuck did you just say?" it was loud enough for the group to go quiet and see the shocked expression on your face. "oh, good guess on my part. whatd you do?" you asked, egging him on while tucker furrowed his brows and crossed his arms over his chest.

"good guess? who the fuck told you?"

"whoa, okay-" tucker interjected while holding a hand out. the boy she sat next to looked up and his expression turned into understanding. "i get it now, youre fuckin a player on the team." he spat while tucker quickly looked at you, seeing you shake his head at him. its not worth it.

tucker held a hand to his chest, "oh, shes not fuckin me. but hes gonna have some fun with you."

dean was angry. he was more than angry, something that was new to him, something he didnt quite understand. he sat on the bench, eyes immediately finding the number 34 as if it was magnetic. his eyes focused on the face and studied every little shadow and imperfection.

words were buzzy in his ears when feeling a hand slap on his shoulder. he was on auto pilot, he needed to be in order to keep control. garrett had been watching him the entire day, dean hasnt said one word. garrett was terrified.

skating to position, deans eyes didnt leave that number while studying him. the buzzer went off, and dean no longer cared to stay in control.

he let a few passes go, knocking into him, pushing him around. it was the third period and deans eyes focused on his skates, squinting while trying to breathe through whatever was forcing him this way. the buzzer went off and he straightened his back.

when 34 went to pass him, dean dropped his stick and gripped around the collar of his opposing teammates jersey. the momentum caused the boy to be thrown into the air before being slammed down onto the ice. this was more than just a frustrated fight, this was personal.

the air was knocked from his lungs when dean flicked his gloves off and ripped the helmet off.

garrett grabbed under his arms. "nah, let me do this!" shouting and pulling away from garrett who then understood, and let his arms go. he needed dean back, this was the only way.

34 was back on his skates, holding his arms out in a ‘what the fuck?’ geature. garretts hands were still on dean’s shoulders, wondering what was going to happen after this standoff. “youre the boyfriend.” 34 said smugly, pointing a finger at dean.

with that, garrett pushed deans shoulders forward, 34 and 66 collided. dean allowed him one good hit, straight to the jaw before having the guy flying over his back and onto the ice. fighting to get up, dean grabbed the collar again, and his fist hit cheek and hit again, and again, and again before blood was splattered on the ice and dean was pulled off by his coach and logan. "let me go!" the first few rows heard him clear as day as he fought against the hold he was in.

garrett skated in front of him, "yo, dude, dude." garrett held his cold hands on dean's face, forcing his eyes to meet his captains. "you got him... you got him, brother." he almost laughed, knowing dean has never lost a fight before.

"go!" coach jensen shouted while logan skated off the ice with him. tucker was standing with his hand covering his mouth, "you werent supposed to do that, brother!" he shouted while dean shook his head. "shut the fuck up, tucker." cursing while slipping on his skate guards on and pushing through the half door.

he ran his clean hand through sweaty hair, breathing heavy while walking down the hall. "dean!" it was deaf to his ringing ears, not knowing it had been shouted over and over. "hey, di laurentis!" this was a command and his body involuntarily stopped, but didnt turn around.

"the fuck was that?"

he whirrled around, pointing a finger to where you had came from- but no words came out of his mouth. "i cant do this right now." he said, shaking his head while continuing to walk to the locker room. "yes you can, and you will." you followed him in, "no, i cant." his voice rose while he sat on the table with a heavy sigh through his nose. jumping down before grabbing the garbage and spitting into it.

"genuinely why did you freak out that bad?"

"you told tucker not to tell me?" he asked and immediately saw the confusion on your face. "yes because we are not together, dean. we slept together one time and now youre doing this?" you asked, gesturing an arm behind you while he shook his head and jumped from the table after the quick evaluation that every player gets after a game.

"any one of the guys would of done it." he answered, "stop making excuses, jesus christ."

dean went quiet, "you knocked him out, dean. he was unconscious." his back was to her thankfully, because she couldn't see the slow smile that creeped onto his face. "youd seriously risk your career for something as stupid as this." you asked while he turned around and sat on the bench. unlacing his boots he tilted his head to the side.

"a thousand times more." admitting while kicking his skates off and leaning forward. his knuckles burned when he rubbed his hands over his face. "then you need to rethink your priorities, dean." he groaned while sitting up. "you are aware of the feelings that i have," he said while gesturing to himself. "i am aware of the feelings you deny, because yes we slept together once and i felt this way before we did that.” standing up again while changing out of his gear and grabbing his towel.

“so yes, if i find out some fuck-ass called you a bitch, ill knock them the fuck out.” he said while walking past you, tone more serious than you thought he had. however you absolutely combusted inside yourself, brows furrowed tight together while hearing the shower turn on.

turning on your heels, you stared at the entrance before walking towards it. standing in front of the stall, deans gaze on you. “i wouldnt expect anything less.” you told him and saw his slow bloodied-gum smile when nodding his head.

“i know.”

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the fine art of bullshit 𖦹 john logan

⸝⸝ no major warnings / physical fighting & bad language

“ivy, you block me again and im busting your fucking windows in.” dean choked on his drink while garrett jumped, arm wrapping tighter around hannah- her first real time visiting as garretts girlfriend. “i swear to fucking god, im not playing.” hannahs jaw slightly slacked seeing john logan this worked up.

dean was watching his friend look around for his keys, “the fuck you just say?” garrett stood up and seen logan hold his hand out. “put him on the phone then.” deans mouth dropped open while seeing his friend pause and his eyes slowly shut.

he licked his lips, and hannah felt the energy in the room shift. “hey brother, do me a favor and stay exactly where you are. put ivy back on.”

logan nodded and started walking again with his keys hooked around his finger. “your doors better be fucking unlocked by the time i get there.” dean looked at garrett, who quickly grabbed hannahs arm and dragged her from the couch.

“we arent seriously going with?” garrett swung open the truck door, throwing hannah in front. before he could get in, logan had backed out of the driveway. dean and garrett flung into the truck bed, both laying down with hands on their chests.

“how the fuck did we do that?”

hannahs eyes were wide at the unusual calmness that logan seemed to have. his fingers were tapping on the steering wheel, he drove safely and came to full stops. used his blinker, “did she have someone with her?” dean shouted through the window in the back, “mmhm.” logan hummed, nodding his head once.

“im sorry, who is this?” hannah asked and seen her boyfriend poke his head through. “ivy and logan have been a thing since freshman year; even followed each other to college.” hannah rose her eyebrows, “however ivy doesnt want labels, wanting the college experience.” hannah snapped her head to garrett. “since freshman year? what, two years ago?”

“high school, seven years.” dean corrected and suddenly this calmness made sense. he was going to kill whoever she was with, they came for a reason.

logan pulled into the driveway and dean saw the car parked on the side of the road. “what do we do?” dean asked while watching his friend walk up to the door, it swung open before he could test it.

ivy, standing four inches below him stared at the man with boredom on her features. then someone came from the hall, and logans lips quirked into a smile at the sight. “get in the fucking truck.” he told ivy while wiping his fingers on the corners of his mouth and flipping his hat backwards.

the truck moved harshly when dean and garrett jumped from the bed, tripping while running past ivy to get to their friend.

hannah sat with wide eyes, her hands folded in her lap and holding her breath when the petite blonde opened up the drivers side door and hopped in. “hi, im ivy.” she introduced while hannah quickly turned and looked at her. she had a stoned look on her face, her smile sweet and eyes lazy. “hi, im hannah.”

“i know, ive heard a lot about you.” she responded, rolling down the window. hannah jumped when hearing logan’s yell, “get the fuck off me!” ivy giggled, she actually giggled. “you enjoy this?” hannah asked with confusion, seeing her point her finger towards the door and hannah turned to see.

in three seconds, a male body flew from inside the home. landing on the porch and hannah jumped. logan walked from the home with slow strides, head tilted to the side as he leaned down ans grabbed the collar of the mans shirt. saying something before throwing his body down, garrett and dean both held a hand on his shoulder.

the man stood up, cursing at him while digging his keys out of his pocket. “shes a fuckin’ whore, anyways!” garrett and dean lunged, one holding around his waist and the other in front. “go to the truck, go to the truck, go to the truck.” garrett repeated while logan clenched his jaw before pushing dean off of him.

he shook out his hand, walking to the truck.

hannah scooted a little more over when logan opened the door and got in. dean and garrett jumping into the back. hannah’s eyes widened when seeing his knuckles when they wrapped around his steering wheel.

sharing a side-eye glance with ivy, she shared a small, understanstanding smile with her. “i get it.”

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off campus .ᐟ.ᐟ

john logan / the convicts (sonnet)

john logan / the fine art of bullshit (ivy)

john logan / night tapes (reader)

dean di laurentis / off limits (reader)

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the convicts / john logan

i havent written in 3 yrs but off campus has done something to me.

john logan had a bad habit of not checking the rink before gearing up. spending time on his stretches, tying his laces slowly and finding the perfect playlist while walking back to the rink. eyes focused on his screen, he had a small smile on his lips before looking up and all hope of happiness disappeared once seeing it was occupied.

“youve got to be fucking kidding me,” cursing under his breath while he dropped his shoulders and slammed his bag down on the bench. he never stayed, he always left, but today he was going to wait. and hopefully find the courage to ask what her schedule was so this stopped happening.

he waited long enough for her to take a break and find her water and phone. logan stood up, and immediately caught her attention. he offered a sweet smile while she pulled an airpod out and skated over to him. “you usually leave before i can say something.” she chuckled while pausing her playlist and looking at him. “well,” he honestly didnt have an answer for that.

“you are more than welcome to practice, i dont take up too much room.” she told him, giving a soft smile before playing her music again and skating towards her things. john logan thought about it. thought about sharing the ice with a figure skater, thought about sharing it with her.

despite the annoyance she usually caused him, he couldnt help but want to know more- so he grabbed his bag and skated onto the ice.

time to time he would sneak glances at her and usually she was in some movement that looked like she was fluid and he became distracted until there would be a possibility of her catching him.

checking his watch he sighed while seeing the time. packing up his things, he skated off the ice without glancing behind him. knowing if he stopped hed more than likely stay.

he was quicker to leave this night, coming out of the boys locker room just when the door to the girls opened and the two stared at each other with wide eyes. “hey,” he chuckled while seeing her slowly smile, “hi.” responding while the both of them walked through the hall.

it was awkward, so incredibly awkward.

“um, whats your name?” she asked while he turned his head. she was shorter than he thought she would be. “my name?” asking, usually people already knew his name. “john logan- but i usually go by logan.” she slowly nodded her head, “oh, duh. hockey,” she said while gesturing behind her and logan chuckled.

“whats your name?”

“sonnet.” his brows furrowed together slightly, “like bonnet?” he asked and she glanced to her feet. “yeah, i guess?” answering while trying to hide her laugh. “people call me sonny.” he gave him her nickname and he nodded, opening up the door for her while she pulled her keys out of her pocket.

“well, sonny. it was a pleasure to share the ice with you tonight.” he bid his goodbyes while she gave him another smile and nodded her head. “see you tomorrow, 22.” she told him while swinging her keys around her finger.

she knew his number. she knew his number.

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