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ANTONIO CIPRIANO AS JOHN LOGAN OFF CAMPUS, 1.01.
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ANTONIO CIPRIANO AS JOHN LOGAN OFF CAMPUS, 1.01.
The Deal With The Devil | John Logan x Fem! Reader
Summary: Y/n is tired of her friends keep assuming she has a crush on Garrett Graham, her best friend's boyfriend. Her best solution? Make everyone believe she’s dating John Logan.
pairings: John Logan x Fem! Reader
warnings: Sexual themes implied. John Logan and the reader can’t stand each other. Some spoilers ahead. English isn’t my main language so excuse any mistake.
authors note: haven’t seen lots of x reader for off campus so i decided to write a little john logan imagine in honor of off campus eve.
Y/n wished things could be simple. She liked to consider herself a simple girl. But life didn’t want to hand her anything on a silver platter. Her love life couldn’t be a silly love story. She was cursed with the worst love trope known to man kind, unrequited love.
God, did it suck. Twenty guys in the Briar U Hockey team, yet she only had eyes for one. She wished she would’ve fallen for her best friend’s brother, that would have been easier than whatever she was feeling now. But no, here you were with a “crush” on your best friend’s boyfriend, Garrett Graham.
Y/n L/n had known Hannah Wells since freshman year. Both of them got assigned to the same dorm and after that, they instantly became friends after Hannah spotted Y/n’s One Direction posters covering her side of the dorm. Y/n and Hannah were tight so imagine Y/n’s surprise when she dropped the bomb that she didn’t like Justin Kohl anymore and that she was dating Garrett Graham.
At first, Y/n didn’t trust Garrett. He was a player. Word around Briar U got around quick and Hockey players didn’t have the best reputation when it came to relationships. You wanted a one night stand? The hockey boys were your guys. You wanted a serious commitment relationship? maybe check in the history department.
But after Hannah begged Y/n to hang out more with the couple, she started to enjoy his presence. She knew Garrett was attractive, at this point it was a requirement for the hockey team to be jacked, hot and have luscious hair. But Garrett wasn’t her type, at all. Maybe it was how Hannah spoke so highly of him or how she would see them together cuddle up by the common room couch wishing it was her that she picked up on the fact that she had a little crush on Garrett Graham.
too pretty to keep secret; john logan
summary: Dating John Logan in secret would be easier if he knew how to act normal around you. Unfortunately, Logan is hopelessly in love, terrible at hiding it, and one affectionate comment away from exposing your entire relationship.
pairings: john logan x FIGURE SKATER!reader
RIN'S NOTE: i watch the show for dean and garret. but the one who caught my heart? John the freaking logan, he is such a yearner!! Ugh.
【WC 2k】
part one, part two
The first rule of dating John Logan was simple.
Never let him hold your hand in public. Not because he wouldn’t.
God, if it were up to Logan, he’d probably walk around campus announcing it with a megaphone.
The problem was that John Logan was impossible to miss. Hockey star. Campus heartthrob. Professional flirt. Owner of an unfortunately charming smile that seemed capable of making half the female population lose their minds.
And you?
You preferred quiet.
You liked empty skating rinks before sunrise, oversized sweaters, and slipping through campus unnoticed. Attention made your skin crawl in ways you could never properly explain, and being publicly attached to someone like Logan sounded less like romance and more like a nightmare.
So your relationship stayed private.
Mostly.
Which was harder than it sounded when your boyfriend was John Logan.
Because John Logan loved loudly. Even when he tried not to.
“Logan.”
“No.”
You sighed, adjusting the strap of your skate bag over your shoulder while Logan leaned casually against your dorm room doorway.
“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”
“Yes, I do.” Logan grinned lazily. “You’re about to tell me not to kiss you goodbye in the hallway.”
“…Because the hockey team is literally downstairs.”
“Counterargument.”
He stepped forward suddenly, large hands sliding around your waist before you could escape. You immediately hissed, “John.”
His grin widened.
“You only use my first name when you’re stressed. It’s adorable.”
“Some of us value survival.”
“Some of us,” he murmured dramatically, “are being denied affection.”
Despite yourself, a laugh escaped you. Logan looked unbearably pleased about it.
God. That was another problem.
He looked at you like every smile was something he personally accomplished.
“You’re impossible,” you muttered.
“And yet,” Logan said thoughtfully, leaning closer, “you’re still dating me. Curious.”
Before you could respond, voices echoed faintly from downstairs. Hockey players. Your eyes widened immediately.
“Logan.”
“I hear them.”
“Then MOVE.”
He laughed under his breath but finally stepped back, hands lingering at your waist for one last second before letting go.
And even then, he still looked offended.
“This relationship is so hard for me,” he informed you solemnly.
“You’re so dramatic.”
“You’re withholding public boyfriend privileges.”
“That is not a real thing.”
“It should be.”
A knock suddenly sounded somewhere downstairs. Then Garrett’s voice. “Logan! Are you alive or did you finally die flirting?”
You slapped a hand over your mouth to stop your laugh.Logan looked deeply betrayed. “You know,” he said quietly, “the lack of support in this relationship is devastating.”
“Go downstairs.”
“You wound me.”
“Logan.”
“Okay, okay.”
But before leaving, he leaned in quickly and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. Gentle. Automatic. Like he couldn’t leave without doing it.
Your chest tightened immediately. And Logan completely unfairly noticed. That smug grin appeared again.
“There she is,” he murmured. You narrowed your eyes.
“Go away.”
“See you tonight, sweetheart.”
He lean again to kiss your lips this time.
Then he disappeared downstairs like nothing happened. Meanwhile you stood frozen in your dorm doorway trying not to smile like an idiot. Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.
Logan was trying very hard to respect your boundaries. Really. He deserved credit for that.
Because keeping your relationship private might’ve been physically painful for him. Not because he was embarrassed.
The opposite, actually.
He liked you so much it was becoming a legitimate issue. And Logan had never exactly been subtle about his feelings. Unfortunately for him, subtlety was now required.
Which meant he had to settle for smaller things.
Watching your skating practices from the highest row in the rink where fewer people noticed him. Sneaking you coffee before your early morning sessions. Texting you terrible pickup lines during class. Current favorite:
Are you made of ice? Because you make me fall constantly.
You had responded with:
I’m blocking your number.
Which, to Logan, translated directly into marriage.
“Dude.” Logan blinked, dragged abruptly back to reality. Garrett was staring at him from across the cafeteria table.
“…What?” Logan asked.
“You’re smiling at your phone like a divorced dad learning Facebook.”
Dean snorted into his drink. Logan immediately locked his phone. “Mind your business.” Garrett narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
“No, seriously. What’s going on with you lately?”
“Nothing.”
“You disappeared for three hours last night.”
“I have hobbies.”
“Tinder doesn’t count as a hobby.”
Logan looked offended.
“For your information, I’m deeply emotionally unavailable now.”
Dean blinked once.
“…That sounded weirdly sincere.”
Shit.
Logan grabbed his drink quickly. Too quickly. Because Garrett suddenly sat up straighter.
“Oh my god.”
Logan froze internally.
“You’re dating someone.”
Dean nearly choked laughing. “No way.” Logan scoffed immediately.
“You guys are insane.”
“Logan,” Garrett said slowly, “you’ve checked your phone fourteen times in two minutes.”
“That’s called having friends.”
“You hate people.”
“Valid point.”
Garrett leaned forward dramatically.
“Who is she?”
“Nobody.”
“AHA.”
Logan groaned.
“You sound like a conspiracy theorist.”
“Because you’re acting suspicious!” Garrett accused. “You keep disappearing at night, smiling at your phone, and wearing actual cologne to class.” Dean pointed at him immediately.
“The cologne thing is huge.” Logan rubbed a tired hand down his face.
The worst part? He wanted to tell them.
He wanted to talk about you constantly. Wanted to mention how pretty you looked after skating practice when your cheeks turned pink from the cold. Wanted to brag about how talented you were. Wanted to tell people about the way you laughed when you got sleepy.
But he also knew how anxious public attention made you.
So instead, he shrugged lazily.
“You guys are dramatic.”
Garrett stared at him.
“…You’re in love.”
Logan nearly spit out his drink.
“WHAT?”
Dean started wheezing.
“Oh my god, he totally is.”
“I hate both of you.”
“Who is she?” Garrett demanded.
Logan stood abruptly.
“Enjoy your lunch.”
“LOGAN.”
Too late. He was already leaving.
Mostly because if he stayed another minute, he might accidentally start talking about you.
And once Logan started talking about you, he genuinely wasn’t sure he’d ever stop.
The ice rink was nearly empty by the time your evening practice ended. Only a few overhead lights remained on, casting soft reflections across the ice. You glided toward the rink barrier slowly, exhausted but satisfied after landing your final combination successfully.
Then you spotted him immediately. Of course.
John Logan sat sprawled dramatically across the bleachers wearing a backward baseball cap and Bruins hoodie, one arm stretched behind his head while the other held a cup carrier from the campus café.
The second he noticed you looking, his entire face lit up. Like you were the best thing he’d seen all day.
Your heart did that stupid little thing again. “You’re late,” you called lightly while stepping off the ice. Logan gasped. “I bring beverages and this is the thanks I get?”
“You’re ten minutes late.”
“I was fighting for my life in line.”
“You literally play hockey.”
“Exactly. I’m fragile.”
You laughed softly while walking toward him. Logan’s expression changed instantly at the sound. Softer. Warmer.
God.
Sometimes the way he looked at you felt unfair. You dropped your skate guards onto the bench beside him.
“Did you watch the whole practice?”
“Obviously.”
“You had practice too.”
“I escaped early.”
“John.”
“What?” he defended immediately. “My girlfriend was doing cool spinny things.”
“That is not figure skating terminology.”
“It should be.”
You rolled your eyes affectionately. Logan handed you one of the drinks. “Hot chocolate,” he announced proudly. Your expression softened immediately.
“You remembered.”
“Sweetheart, I remember everything about you.”
And just like that, your brain stopped functioning. The worst part was that he said things like that casually. Like he had no idea the effect they had on you. Meanwhile Logan was busy watching your expression change with obvious satisfaction. Cute. Ridiculously cute.
He loved making you flustered. Probably too much.
You sat beside him carefully, shoulders brushing. Logan relaxed instantly at the contact. Small things affected him embarrassingly fast when it came to you. He took a sip of his coffee before speaking again.
“You looked incredible out there tonight.”
You stared down at your cup. “I messed up the landing during the second pass.”
“You landed it the next time.”
“Still.”
Logan frowned slightly. He hated when you did that. Minimized yourself. Because from where he sat every single practice, you looked unreal. Beautiful. Focused.
Completely in your element. Sometimes watching you skate actually stole the words out of his mouth.
Which was saying something, considering he normally never shut up. “You know,” Logan said slowly, “normal people would just accept compliments.”
“I do accept compliments.”
“No, you politely fight them.”
“That’s not true.”
“Last week I called you gorgeous and you said, ‘probably the lighting.’”
You looked embarrassed immediately. Logan grinned.
“There it is.”
“You’re annoying.”
“And yet deeply lovable.”
“That remains unconfirmed.”
Logan placed a dramatic hand against his chest. “You say the cruelest things to me.”
Another laugh. God. I love it so much.
He’d do literally anything to keep hearing that sound. The rink settled into comfortable silence afterward. Your head rested lightly against Logan’s shoulder while he absentmindedly played with your fingers.
No audience. No hiding. Just the two of you.
This was his favorite version of your relationship. The quiet parts. The moments nobody else saw.
“You know,” Logan murmured eventually, “I still think it’s insane nobody knows about us.” You tensed slightly beside him. Immediately, Logan regretted bringing it up.
“Hey.” His voice softened.
“You know I don’t care, right?”
You looked down at your hands.
“I know.”
“No, seriously.” Logan turned toward you more fully now.
“I’d date you in secret forever if that’s what makes you comfortable.”
Your chest tightened painfully. Because he meant it. There wasn’t even hesitation in his voice.
“You don’t ever get tired of hiding?” you asked quietly. Logan blinked.
“Hiding you?”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Baby, I’m barely succeeding.”
You laughed softly.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Logan’s thumb brushed gently across your knuckles.
“Yeah, I wanna tell people sometimes,” he admitted. “Mostly because I think you’re amazing and I have absolutely zero self-control around you.”
“That’s the most honest thing you’ve ever said.”
“Thank you.”
“But…”
His expression softened again. “If being private makes you feel safe, then that matters more.”
You stared at him quietly. And Logan, poor guy, immediately started overthinking.
Too much?
Too cheesy?
Then suddenly you leaned forward and kissed him. Soft. Quick. But enough to completely derail his brain. Logan blinked after you pulled away.
“…Whoa.”
You laughed immediately. “What?”
“I just had a religious experience.”
“Oh my god.”
“I’m serious.” He pointed at you accusingly. “You can’t just do that without warning.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And deeply in love with you.”
The words slipped out naturally. Effortlessly. Like breathing. And Logan froze the second he realized what he said.
Oh. Shit.
Your eyes widened slightly. The rink suddenly felt very quiet. Logan opened his mouth immediately.
“I mean—not that I—well, obviously I do, but I wasn’t trying to—”
You started laughing. Actually laughing. Logan looked deeply offended.
“I’m emotionally vulnerable right now.”
“You’re rambling.”
“You make me nervous.”
That only made you laugh harder. Hopelessly in love. That’s what this was doing to him.
And honestly?
Logan didn’t mind one bit. Eventually your laughter softened into something gentler.
You reached over and fixed the brim of his backwards cap carefully.
Cute. Everything you did was cute. It was becoming a serious condition.
“You know,” you said quietly, “I think being private is easier because this feels… ours.”
Logan’s expression softened instantly. The teasing disappeared. Just sincerity left.
“Yeah?” You nodded.
“No pressure. No people watching. Just you and me.” Something warm settled heavily in Logan’s chest.
God. He loved you. Hopelessly. Ridiculously. Completely.
And maybe someday the rest of the world would know. But for now?
This was enough. The empty rink. Your hand in his. Your head against his shoulder.
And the way you smiled at him like he was already home.
© 2026 rinvvii
jealous!Logan!!!!! jealous!Logan!!!!
He Doesn’t Like It
Pairing: John Logan x Reader
Word Count: 1658
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Off campus masterlist
John was not the kind of jealous boyfriend who made a scene.
That was the problem.
If he had been loud about it, if he had gotten obviously possessive or shoved himself between you and whoever was talking to you, it would have been easier to deal with. You could have rolled your eyes, laughed at him later, maybe even teased him until he admitted he was being ridiculous.
But John did not do ridiculous very often.
John got quiet.
And quiet John was dangerous.
You noticed it at the party in Garrett and Dean’s house, when you wandered into the living room with a drink in your hand and found yourself stuck in conversation with one of John’s old teammates. He was nice enough, probably. He was also talking to you with a little too much interest, standing a little too close, smiling a little too long.
You were already halfway through a polite laugh when you caught sight of John across the room.
He was watching.
Not glaring. Not scowling. Just watching with his drink in hand and that still, unreadable expression he got when something had his full attention. His jaw was set. His eyes were locked on the two of you.
The moment your eyes met, something flickered in his face.
Then he took a slow drink and looked away.
Your stomach tightened.
The guy beside you kept talking. “And then I realized I had the wrong study guide the whole time, which was honestly embarrassing.”
You smiled politely. “That sucks.”
“It really did.” He laughed, then leaned in just a little. “You’re easy to talk to, though.”
Before you could answer, a hand settled at the small of your back.
You almost jumped.
John’s voice came from directly behind you, calm and even and somehow worse than if he had sounded annoyed. “There you are.”
You turned your head. “Hi.”
His eyes flicked briefly to the guy beside you, then back to your face. “Hey.”
The silence that followed was immediate and awkward in all the obvious ways.
The guy looked between the two of you, then smiled. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t realize you were,”
“Not a problem,” John said.
It wasn’t rude.
That somehow made it colder.
The guy cleared his throat. “Right. Yeah. I was just talking to her.”
John nodded once. “I can see that.”
You could practically feel the tension under your skin.
You gave John a small look that said what are you doing?
He ignored it.
The guy shifted his weight, suddenly less confident. “Well, I should probably find my roommate.”
“Probably,” John said.
That was it. Just that.
The guy gave you an awkward smile and disappeared into the crowd.
The second he was gone, you turned fully toward John. “What was that?”
John took another sip of his drink. “What was what?”
“You know exactly what.”
He looked at you, and his expression was too neutral by half. “I came to get you.”
You crossed your arms. “From a conversation?”
John glanced in the direction the guy had left, then back at you. “A very long conversation.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “He talked to me for maybe four minutes.”
John’s mouth twitched. “Felt longer.”
That was when you knew.
You tried not to smile. You really did. “Are you jealous?”
He didn’t answer right away.
He just looked at you.
That should have been answer enough.
You tilted your head, trying to hide your amusement. “John.”
“I’m not jealous.”
You blinked. “That was the least convincing thing you’ve ever said.”
His jaw moved once, like he was fighting the urge to say something sharp. “He was standing too close.”
You stared at him for a beat.
Then your smile spread before you could stop it. “You are jealous.”
John gave you a flat look. “I said I’m not.”
“You walked over here like you were claiming territory.”
“That’s not what I did.”
“You put your hand on my back.”
“I was guiding you.”
“You interrupted my conversation.”
“He was rambling.”
You laughed softly. “Oh my God.”
John’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t start.”
“I can’t believe this.”
He leaned in a fraction, lowering his voice. “Believe it.”
Your face warmed instantly, because of course it did. He had that tone. That low, steady, very John tone that made teasing him feel a lot more dangerous than it should have.
You bit back a grin. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Don’t call me cute.”
“That’s not a no.”
John set his drink down and stepped closer, close enough that your back was nearly against the wall beside the hallway. “You think this is funny.”
You looked up at him, trying very hard to stay composed. “A little.”
He stared at you for a long second, then said, “He was flirting.”
You blinked.
The words were so direct that your smile faltered.
John’s expression stayed steady, but there was tension in his shoulders now, a quiet kind of possessiveness he usually kept better hidden. “I don’t like it.”
That hit different.
Not because it was dramatic. Because it wasn’t.
John wasn’t making a scene. He wasn’t accusing you of anything. He was just telling you the truth, plainly, like he always did when something mattered.
Your teasing softened automatically.
“John,” you said, a little quieter, “he was just talking to me.”
“I know.”
You frowned. “Then why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I don’t like him looking at you like that.”
Your heart gave a stupid little jump.
You studied him for a second, the jealousy still there but now mixed with something warmer, something protective and almost shy underneath the surface. John was trying very hard not to turn it into a bigger deal than it was, which somehow made it more endearing.
You reached up and touched his arm. “You know he meant nothing, right?”
John’s gaze dropped briefly to your hand, then back to your face. “I know.”
“Then what’s the issue?”
He hesitated.
That alone made your chest tighten a little.
Then he said, very quietly, “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.”
The honesty of it made you go still.
There was no performance in his voice. No ego. Just that low, straightforward truth that always got past your defenses before you had time to stop it.
You softened immediately. “Okay.”
John studied your face like he was trying to decide whether you were laughing at him.
You weren’t.
You were looking at him with a fondness that only made him more alert.
His voice dropped another notch. “Okay?”
“Yeah.” You shifted closer and let your fingers slide lightly into the front of his shirt. “I get it.”
John’s expression changed a little at that. The tension in his jaw eased, though he still looked guarded.
“You do?”
You smiled. “You got jealous.”
“I did not,”
“You did.”
He stopped.
You gave him a soft, knowing look. “And for the record, it was kind of hot.”
That did it.
John stared at you for half a second, then his hand came to your waist and pulled you closer in one smooth motion. Your breath caught, but he didn’t kiss you right away. He just looked at you with that quiet, intense expression that always made your knees forget their job.
“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean them,” he murmured.
Your pulse jumped. “I mean it.”
His thumb brushed once against your side. “Yeah?”
You smiled. “Yeah.”
John leaned in, his forehead almost touching yours. “Then tell me why I had to watch some guy stand there acting like he had a chance.”
You blinked, then laughed softly despite yourself. “You really are jealous.”
“I already admitted that.”
“No, you didn’t.”
His mouth twitched. “I’m admitting it now.”
That made your smile widen.
He stared at you for a second longer, then added, quieter, “I don’t like sharing your attention.”
That hit you right in the chest.
Because John said it like it was a simple fact. Not dramatic. Not needy. Just true.
You reached up and touched his cheek. “You have my attention.”
He looked at you.
All the tension in his face eased by degrees.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
You brushed your thumb along his jaw. “And for the record, nobody else is getting it like you do.”
Something in his expression softened completely then.
His hand at your waist pulled you in just enough that your bodies lined up, and his mouth brushed your temple in a quick, almost absent kiss.
It was such a small gesture, but it made your stomach go warm.
John rested his forehead briefly against yours. “Good.”
You smiled, a little breathless now. “You still being jealous?”
He was quiet for a second.
Then, very dryly, he said, “A little.”
You laughed. “That is so obvious.”
“I’m trying.”
“You’re failing.”
His eyes narrowed, but there was no real heat in it. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
“A lot.”
John huffed a small laugh and kissed you properly this time, slow and steady and just possessive enough to make his point without actually making one. When he pulled back, his hand stayed at your waist.
You looked up at him, grinning now. “So. We’re done pretending you’re not jealous?”
John held your gaze for a beat, then said, “I never said I wasn’t.”
You laughed, soft and delighted, and he finally looked a little less tense.
Then his mouth curved, barely there but unmistakable.
“You coming back to the couch,” he said, “or do I need to keep rescuing you from bad conversation all night?”
You smiled and slipped your hand into his. “Depends. Are you going to keep glaring at everybody?”
He squeezed your hand once. “Only if they deserve it.”
And the way he said it made it very clear that, apparently, John Logan was willing to be jealous for as long as it took.
posessive - john logan
pairing ! john logan x fem!reader
summary ! john gets possessive over you, ending in sex in his truck.
warnings ! literally no actual plot, all smut. mdni 18+ technically public sex but no one's around. overstim (slightly), odd positions because he's huge and you're in his truck lol. he's angry (giggles)
wc ! 1.3k
author's note ! ugh i need him so bad. so bad. so so bad.
to be added to my taglist.
₊ ֹ ˖ JOHN LOGAN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ᱺㅤㅤ ୨౿
mr. handyman. literally every single thing that falls apart in your life, logan’s there to fix it. kitchen cabinets coming loose? great, he’s fixing them. doors squeaky? he’s already on it. something wrong with your car? perfect—he’s taking his shirt off (for your eye candy) and getting to work. and he’s not one of those sexist assholes who thinks men have to fix things while women just stand there and yelp when things fall apart. he actually makes a habit of fixing things with you there, showing you how to do it so next time you can handle it yourself in case he’s not around.
this sweet, sweet man with those pretty doe eyes cannot stay mad at you for more than a day. if he has to go to sleep without fixing things with you, he feels like he might actually die. he just can’t do it. so when you two argue, like normal couples do, he always gives you both time to cool down before coming back to you to offer your favorite takeout, lots of kisses and cuddles, a movie night, and his heart practically in his hands just so you could forgive him. anything. he’ll do anything. just don’t stay mad at him.
as much as he’s a homebody, he actually loves going out—especially with you. restaurants, new cafés, movie theaters, hiking spots, even loud busy bars he’s not usually a fan off. and he’s always patient, giving you all the time you need to get ready without rushing you. and when you’re finally done and looking pretty, he’ll have you leave a bright lipstick kiss on his jaw, visible for everyone to see he’s taken, before you head out together. his favorite part about this whole thing is walking with your hands intertwined and sharing food.
again, he’s big on acts of service. waking up a little earlier to make you breakfast because you’re too lazy to make something yourself and usually skip it. taking the time to draw you a bath after a long day. making your drinks exactly how you like them—no ice, because you hate the watery taste when it melts, buying you things you’ve run out of, whether it’s your favorite snacks or products. taking your makeup off for you when you’re too tired. giving you massages, filling your gas tank—he’s all about it.
he’s so starved for you, so don’t expect him to leave you alone when you’re both home with nothing to do. he constantly has you laying on top of him, just lazing the day away. cooking simple meals together, which he’s surprisingly good at. he believes staying practically glued to you the entire time is good for his mental health and it’d be cruel to deny him.
this man figured out your weakness long before you even started dating that you can never keep your hands to yourself when he’s sweaty, fresh out of the gym. so when you move in together, he starts timing it, leaving the gym just a little after you get home. the second he walks through the door, your eyes snap to him, the sight of him making your knees weak, heat pooling in all the right places. and you don’t even try to fight it. you just walk up to him, grab him, and kiss him deep, fully intending to have those sweaty, ripped biceps wrapped around you in a tight headlock.
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OFF CAMPUS (2026–present) S01E03 | The Orgasm
THE ONLY WOMAN FOR ME !
pairing : john logan x 𝒇 ! reader
𝗢𝗥 𓈒 𓈒 logan finds out that calling your drunk girlfriend jealous means instant tears
contains : established relationship fluff angst? dramatic and drunk reader she’s a mess but he loves it 𝘄 ｡ 710