cowboy!logan teasing his girl when he figures out she likes him sweaty and messy from work...
[god him in this gif has me scratching the walls]
pairing: cowboy!logan x f!reader
wc: 587
Cowboy!Logan coming home to you after a long day of herding cattle.
His face is shining with sweat, his scent deliciously musky. Not far off from how he looks when he’s just orgasmed, you think, despite your best efforts not to let your mind go there. Dark denim stained with mud at the hem, his boots in a similar state. Plaid button-up tucked into a fat belt, the sleeves rolled up his thick, veiny forearms.
Yeah, you’re gonna make sure he fucks you. As soon as possible.
“Missed you, baby,” He says with the softest barely-there smile. He slides off his dirty boots by the entryway, mumbling an apology for the mess he’s causing. “And I’ll clean that up soon as I’m outta the shower.” It’s said with a grin and raised hands, as if he’s expecting you to scold him.
But you’re too busy staring at his arms.
“Something wrong?” He asks, his smile falling as he walks toward you.
“Don’t shower,” You say simply, quietly. You meet his eyes and watch his confusion transform into understanding—No, smug understanding. There’s a lump in your throat now, but you swallow it down quickly and stand up straighter. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
He’s smirking, even as he speaks. “‘Cause I’m dirty. And I stink. Don’t wanna ruin that pretty dress.” He looks down at you, taking in the sight of your body in the thin, sheer fabric. Of course, you go red in the face at his words and his scrutinizing eye, and of course, he takes it as his cue to crowd you until you’re backed up against the kitchen counter.
“But…” He starts, placing a calloused hand flat on the expanse of skin just above the swell of your breast. “You,” He pushes his fingers under your strap, “Don’t,” slides it off your shoulder, “Care.” He rushes to give your bare breast a long, firm squeeze, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you when he does. But then he pauses his actions to whisper teasingly, "Do you?"
You shake your head immediately, and he starts back up again. He plays with you, slow and methodical and loving, yet perfectly aggressive. Like a man.
While you watch his hand, hypnotized, Logan is intently observing your face and subconsciously mimicking your expressions. When your eyebrows knit, so do his. When your mouth falls open, so does his. And when you’ve only just begun to lean in for a kiss, he’s leaning in the rest of the way, capturing your mouth with searing hunger as he moves his lips against you expertly.
He’ll carry you into your shared bedroom eventually. Make sweet love to you until the clouds shielding the moon settle into a low fog in preparation for the morning dew. Until you’re just as sweaty as he is, until the only words coming out of your mouth are "I love you," and, "Don’t stop," and, "Faster."
And it’s that last command which consumes him as he kneels between your legs right here, right now, stroking you over your underwear while he fantasizes about fingering you open. He'll take his time with it, do it properly, so he can fuck you as deep and hard as he wants to much later—after your greedy pussy is inevitably tired of the decorum involved with simply making love for hours. You’ll want to fuck, dirty and messy and rough, and he’ll wonder how such a sweet girl could get so drunk on cock. He would bother spitting the question at you between sharp, relentless thrusts, if he didn't already know the answer.
Only for you, Logan.
a/n: my requests are open! gimme all ur ideas <3 also reblog to support ur fav authors!
Okay but how about bratting out on cowboy!logan bc he’s not paying you the attention you want and when he tries to reason with you about, the fact that he’s busy and you don’t always deserve his attention, you get all stompy/stroppy trying to walk away, muttering “how bout you just kiss my ass,cowboy” and that.. your damn audacity and attitude.. just pisses him off until he’s got you bent over his lap spanking your cunt and being all mean.
The day has been long, filled with the usual chaos of travel and planning. Logan's focus has been firmly on the crew, the upcoming heist, and keeping everyone in line. You, however, have not failed to notice the lack of attention he was paying you, and by the time the campfire is lit and the crew starts settling down for the night, your frustration has reached its peak.
As Logan finishes giving instructions to Scott, he turns to find you sitting by yourself, your arms crossed and a sour look on your face. "What's your problem?" Logan asks, his tone blunt but curious.
You glance up at him, your jaw tightening. "Nothing.” You mutter, though your clipped tone says otherwise.
Logan narrows his eyes. "You wanna try that again?"
You stand abruptly, brushing past him. "How 'bout you just kiss my ass, cowboy.” You toss over your shoulder, your voice dripping with defiance.
Logan's jaw clenches, the audacity of your words striking a nerve. He grabs your wrist before you can get too far, spinning you around to face him. "You wanna repeat that?" He growls, his voice low and dangerous.
You glare up at him, your chin tilting defiantly. "I think you heard me." Logan doesn't waste another second.
Without a word, he sits down on a nearby crate and pulls you over his lap, your shocked protest cut off by the sharp sound of his palm landing against your thigh. You struggle, your hands pushing against his leg, but Logan holds you firmly in place. "Since talkin' don't seem to work with you," He growls, his hand coming down again, "Maybe this'll get through."
Each sharp smack lands with precision, his hand stinging against your bare skin as he has flipped your skirt up. His hand firmly grabs onto the flesh of your ass, spreading you open before he delivers another smack to your bare sex. You gasp, your defiance giving way to soft whimpers as your legs start to tremble. "Thought you'd get away with that mouth, huh?" Logan mutters, his voice rough as he delivers a few more harsh swats to your pussy. "Not with me, darlin." Your protests fade into quiet sniffles, your body going limp across his lap as you finally submit.
When his hand comes back covered in your arousal, Logan can’t resist the urge to taste the slick on his palm and he groans as your sweet flavor coats his tongue. “Dirty little thing getting excited over some smacks. You like angerin’ me, don’t you?” You shake your head, but the moan that escapes your lips as his thumb slides over your slit betrays you. “Sure seems like you do, otherwise you wouldn’t keep needin’ some discipline.” Two thick fingers suddenly push into your wet cunt and you bite your lip to keep from crying out as the others are now asleep. “That fuckin’ attitude isn’t going to work in your favor, darlin’.”
“Lo-Logan,” You cry softly as his fingers are reaching deep into you, pumping slow and steady until his fingertips brush your cervix and your head falls onto his lap, your body shuddering from the pleasure and the mean words that he’s cooing at you. “I’m sorry, pl-please, let me cum.”
“You gonna behave?” He asks, his fingers curling inside you and you nod quickly, whimpering from fear that he’ll stop.
“Yes, I promise!” You say with desperation in your voice, your fingernails digging into his thigh and he laughs, fucking laughs, as he gives your pussy one more smack before stimulating your clit and letting you reach your peak. “Oh, yes!” You sob quietly, muffling yourself with your palm as you writhe on his lap while he holds you steady.
When Logan finally stops, his hand lingers on your lower back, his tone softening. "You done now?"
You nod weakly, your voice trembling. "Yeah...l'm done."
Logan lifts you carefully, sitting you upright on his lap. He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You listen to me," He says, his tone firm but not unkind. "You're real pretty, and I care an awful lot about you, but l've got a crew to lead. I can't be at your beck and call every minute of the day."
You swallow hard, your cheeks flushed from a mix of embarrassment and emotion. "I know.” You whisper.
Logan brushes a thumb over your cheek, his voice softening further. "Good. I need you to trust me on this, alright? I ain't gonna let you feel ignored, but there's a lot ridin' on me keepin' this crew together."
You nod again, your eyes shimmering with understanding. "I trust you.” You murmur.
There’s a moment where Logan’s chest tightens because he can see the vulnerability and trust you have for him and he wonders how he managed to drag you into this life of his. His lips are careful when they meet yours in a kiss and you quickly reciprocate, wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the gesture. Logan’s hands move up your back and squeeze your waist as his tongue finds yours and you moan softly into his mouth. You’ve learned not to expect any heartfelt confessions from the outlaw, but these kisses, these moments, feel close enough.
“You’re mine, darlin’,” He tells you, his voice a quiet growl as he barely separates his lips from yours, listening as you catch your breath. “But this life comes first. Always. You understand that?” You give him a small nod, your forehead resting against his as you sigh. Logan presses a kiss to your temple, holding you close for a moment before letting you go. "Good girl," He mutters. "Now get some rest. We've got a long day ahead."
A/N: A lil hint of the dynamics between reader and Logan in the cowboy!Logan series that I will eventually (hopefully) write. This could be considered standalone tho! also this isn't going to be the only fic where you get lasso'd by Logan (im a lil obsessed w the idea)
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, CNC elements but not really?, unprotected PiV, you get Lasso'd and tied up lol, creampie, it's complicated style relationship, possessive logan, a little bit of mean!logan too, outdoor sex? kind of a plot
Your feet pounded against the dirt as you ran.
Your heartbeat flooded your ears. Adrenaline coursed through your body, pushing you faster than you ever have before. Your hair and dress were with the wind as you ran. You nearly tripped several times from your skirt tangling with your legs.
Ahead all you saw was a dirt road, lined with trees, towering over you- silent watchers. It seemed endless but it was the only option you got. All roads lead to somewhere.
The thundering of hoofprints was distant, but there.
Reason told you, you weren’t going to win this chase. Panic pushed you faster, beyond your limits.
You hear a sound of a rope, as you turn your head to see a lasso twirling through the air, before being tossed in your direction. The feeling of a rope wraps around you, tight, constricting your arms to your torso, and pulling you back with a harsh tug. You landed into the dirt, your body rolling backwards as it followed the tug of the rope, making your pretty white dress dirty, and your face smeared with dust.
You pant, your lungs desperate for you, your head screaming at you to get up. You rolled to your side, but the wind had been knocked out of you so fiercely you couldn’t utter the strength to get up.
You heard the sound of a horse huffing nearby, before the sound of boots landing into the dirt. A steady, slow walk towards you, the jingle of spurs filling you with anticipation.
“Well now. You enjoy that run, little rabbit?”
You open your eyes, squinting up at the sky where the sun blinded you until he came into view. His body shielded you from the sun's harsh light, but created a foreboding darkness as shadows covered him as he looked down at you with a smirk.
He leaned down, a small grunt escaping him, as he picked you up with ease with one hand, grabbing your arm and bringing you to your feet. He turned you around roughly, binding you with the lasso, tying it- not uncomfortably, but reminded you that you were bound and helpless to him. He spun you back around, his hand coming up to clench your jaw.
“I thought we were done with that little cat-and-mouse game.” He mumbles. “Trying to break an old cowboy's heart?”
You scowled at him and he forcefully tightened his grip on you. Pulling you closer, and forcing you to look into his eyes. “Do I need to remind you of a few things?”
You yelped as he lifted you up, throwing you over his shoulder with ease like a bale of hay. He clicked his tongue,
“C’mon Cinnamon.” He orders his horse, who then follows him at will, as he begins walking down the road. You attempted to wiggle from his grasp, but his hand came up, smacking you harshly on the ass, making you yelp- and cease your struggle. “Settle down there bunny.” He taunts, making your face hot in embarrassment.
He didn’t carry you for long, just somewhere off-road. Cinnamon was left to graze while he put you somewhere more secluded. He dropped you onto the grass, gently but still made you gasp. You struggle a bit, pushing yourself to sit up, as he stands over you and watches with disappointment.
“Logan.” You looked up at him angrily.
“Uh-uh.” He shook his head.
“Let me go.”
He clicked his tongue, baring his teeth as he sucked air through them. Look up and around at the nature that surrounds you both. A small clearing with a nearby pond. It would be a pretty place to relax in- if it weren’t for your current circumstances. He looked back down at you, and you saw a flash of anger on his face that sent chills down your spine.
He kicked your legs open roughly, kneeling down between them as his hand went around your neck, pushing you back onto the grass, before hiking your dress up to your waist as his other hand cupped your clothed cunt. You let out a whine, turning your head away from him.
He chuckled. “I told you. You’re mine now.” He says lowering himself to your ear. His fingers pushed your panties aside, brushing through your folds, making your hips involuntarily thrust. “You still got me leaking out of ya, and you thought you could run?” He tsks.
You turned your head to look up at him, a pout on your lips.
“Should’ve kept you tied up but I thought you were smarter than that.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours, his nose bumping into yours as his lips sit a mere inch away.
You began to tip your head up to kiss him, but he pulled away. “Nice try.” He smirked, before his eyes flashed with possessiveness, and his voice turned low. “You’re going to pay for that lil escapade you just did.”
He sat back up, undoing his belt and holster, dropping it to the side. He shoved his pants down to his thighs, and his thick cock popped out, hard already. He pushed your skirt father up, pulling your panties off you.
In a swift movement, he grabbed the rope bounding you, pulling you onto his lap. You felt his cock brush over your folds and the chilling warmth of fear and arousal rushed over you. Taking his hat off, he placed it over your head firmly.
He leaned back onto the grass, gazing at you above him, as he goes and pushes you up, before angling his cock at your entrance.
“Go on. You don’t got a choice.”
Your lips parted, a gasp escaping you as your head fell back, the stretch as you began to lower yourself over him, pain and pleasure wrapped into a delicious combo that made your thighs tremble. You purse your lips together, before looking at him pleadingly.
“C’mon now. None of that. You took me so well last night darling.” He purred. “and I know you loved every goddamn second of it. Get moving.”
You continued lowering yourself onto him, down to the hilt. Tears well in your eyes as you attempt to adjust to the size of him. Somehow, it felt harder lowering yourself over him- than it did when he fucked into you. He knew how to take care of you better than you did yourself.
“Goddamn sweetheart.” He let out a groan, tipping his head back for a moment as his grip tightened over the rope.
His hand caressed your thigh. He didn’t loosen his grip on the rope that bound you. A small tug of the rope, and an order. The sound of his voice dared you to disobey.
“Now, ride me cowgirl.”
With a trembling body, you began to lift yourself up, and back down his cock. Without the use of your arms to support yourself, you find more strain in your legs as you attempt to move up and down his girth.
Not wanting to disappoint- or anger him more, you pushed through it. Small whimpers escaped you, as pleasure began to erupt through your body. The ache melted into something honey-like. Your arms pressed into the rope as you arched your back, wishing to go faster but not having the strength to.
His hand continued caressing your thigh, as he watched you with satisfaction at seeing you bound and struggling. Your cunt was squeezing so tight around him, despite how he had fucked you last night. It was cute, how you thought you could get away from him.
Maybe you did. Several times in fact.
He always found you. He always will.
You crawled under his skin. Become an itch he can’t scratch - only you could.
Your thighs were beginning to give out. He could see the tears threatening to break through as your lips parted. Your previous cardio had already left you exhausted, and now you were at your breaking point, your vision becoming blurry, as the burn in your legs started to numb.
Suddenly, your world shifts, and you feel the cool grass on your back.
A hard thrust left you whining Logans name. A warm chuckle graced your ears.
“Let this be a lesson, little bunny.” He says, his gloved hand softly brushing some hair out of your face, before gripping it and making you open your eyes and look at him. “You can run, much as you want, but I’m always going to find you.”
You let out a soft gasp. “Logan.”
“Hm?”
“I just want to keep you safe.”
The hardness on his face softens. He leans forward and captures your lips in a possessive kiss. Slowly he began moving his hips against yours, thrusting in and out, small hiccups escaping you as you attempted to kiss him back.
His arm wrapped around your back, adjusting you by lifting your hips higher, the angle sent you careening, as his cock continues to bury himself inside you over and over. He moved down to your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. You heard small grunts escaping him with every hard thrust inside you.
You wanted to grab him, hold onto him as he claimed you. The lasso he had caught you with, tied you, kept you restricted from him. His own barrier he’s made between you- yet doesn’t acknowledge.
His thrusts become erratic, his grasp around your waist becoming tighter as he buries himself into your neck. His hand braced into the grass next to your head digging into the dirt. You let out a cry tilting your head towards, as you felt your own overwhelming finish approach. A tight sensation in your lower belly that finally snaps at his next words,
“You’re mine-” He growls. “No ones fucking taking you from me. Got that?”
You moaned, tipping your head back as relief washed over you. Pleasure rolled through in waves as you squeezed him over and over, now merely rutting into you until he came to his own finish, burying himself inside you as he let out a guttural moan. He takes a moment to catch his breath, before pulling out of you.
He sat up, pulling his pants up over himself, setting the buckle back in place as he looked down at you. Seemingly hypnotized by your ruined form. Your legs spread wide still, as you shook, and his cum beaded out of you slowly. Dirt covered your dress and skin. Your hair was a mess.
“Think ya got the message now?” He says in a low grumble. You opened your eyes and looked at him. You didn’t respond.
It wasn’t that you didn’t consider yourself his. At this point, you were utterly devoted. Your lives though were complicated.
You couldn’t risk losing him.
He smirked. “No? Guess I’ll just have to keep ya tied up darling.”
NSFW
Warning: Sex in the woods, Degrading, Daddy Kink
Logan Howlett x afab!reader
Word count: 2167
Summary: You wear a revealing outfit bringing Logan his lunch and he doesn't like the men staring and hitting on you and he teaches you a lesson.
Why am I imagining him as a cowboy?? but well said lumberjack!logan??? but what did Beyonce say? it's too big it's too wide. anyway I started college (help)
You drive up to Logan's job bringing him his lunch as usual. As you walk to Logan you interact with some of the guys as they give you compliments, chatting you up, and some whistling. While this is happening Logan is staring you down as you get closer and closer to him. Stepping in front of him you have a big smile on your face, "Hi baby." Logan narrows his eyes, "Don't "hi baby" me. You giggle in response, "What do you mean?" you ask in confusion making him scoff. "What are you doing here with your tail hanging out, you look like a whore."
Your smile falters turning into a frown, "What?" Logan shakes his head before he grabs your hand turning you around and facing away from him as he refers to your clothes. "Look at you, look how you dressed. Coming up here dressed like that in front of these men." When he lets go of your hand you turn around with your face of shame. "I didn't mean to offend you. I didn't think the outfit would be a problem." you whispered looking away. "That's always it, isn't it? You never think, but I'm always here to correct you." Logan taunts patting your head with a smile.
Suddenly it drops in an instant making you tense up, "Follow me." He says turning away from going into the woods. You hesitate not knowing if you should follow him or not as you look at him walk. When Logan doesn't hear you behind him he stops in his tracks turning around and shooting a glare. Seeing his facial expression makes you shocked as you immediately start to move walking in his direction.
As you follow him your heart is racing with slight fear and curiosity. You go deeper into the woods as his work sight starts to drift further away from you. Finally, he stops turning to face you with a look that makes you shiver. His eyes look as if he can drill bullets into your skull as he steps closer to you. "You know better than to dress like this, especially with so many men around." The mutant's voice sounds irritated. You frown, "I'm really sorry—"
"Do you know what those men were thinking, looking at you like that?" Logan huffs. Meeting his cold gaze, your heart pounds in your chest while anticipation coils in your stomach. Logan's features contort into a scowl as he approaches you, starting to step back your back is pressed against a tree. "Baby I'm sorry," You stammer, "I didn't mean to upset you I swear." Logan leans in, his nose brushing against yours, his hot breath fanning your face.
"It's too late for that now, don't you think?" He hisses, his warm breath sending chills down your spine. "You've already disrespected me in front of my coworkers, and I can't have that, can I?" He looks you up and down as if you were prey, "Acting like a little slut showing your ass off to those men who are practically drooling over ya." You shake your head as you can’t come up with an excuse. Logan's eyes narrow, and he yanks you by your shirt, pulling you to him.
His lips crash against yours, his tongue roughly invading your mouth tasting of cigarettes. You whimper into the kiss, your hands fisting his shirt as he presses his body against yours. Logan breaks the kiss, leaving a trail of kisses down your jawline, his breathing ragged in your ear. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget," He growls, his voice menacingly low.
"Lo, please don't do this here." You plead, your voice shaking. Logan smirks, "Oh, I think this is the perfect place, who cares if they hear us. You could use a good fucking couldn't you slut?" He whispers to you making you let out a small whimper. The man starts to kiss your cheeks trailing down to your neck. "You love letting them men look at cha don't you." He accuses which you deny. "Of course not, I don't like it." You say in a low voice tone.
Logan chuckles darkly, "I'm sure you don't baby." You can hear the sarcasm in his voice indicating that he doesn't believe you making you frown. "Am I not enough for you?" He softly kisses your cheek as you shake your head. "No of course you're enough." Your tone is in disbelief. "Is that right?" The mocking tone is set as he places kisses on your neck softly sucking. A shiver runs down your spine as his hand travels down to one of your breasts and he squeezes.
The mutant starts to undo your top unbuttoning every last button before he realizes you weren't wearing a bra with it. A glare is immediately shot in your direction as you look up at him feeling small. "I know what you're going to say but my bras were bulking up my shirt." You try to plead your case but he isn't hearing it, he yanks your shirt off and it falls on the floor.
Logan starts to kiss your chest before moving over your breasts. "Wanted to show the guys your boobs huh? Wanted them to watch how they bounce when you walk?" He gruffs as you shake your head. "No, I didn't I swear." You slightly gasp when you feel him cup your breasts.
"I really don't believe you."
Logan continues to glare before he drops his head down latching onto your nipple sucking gently. You bite your lip leaning into him. He hums softly and pulls you to him as you look down at him. He kisses down your chest leaving small hickeys on your skin. "Such an attention whore." He insults you as you bite your lip. "I'm not." you talk back. "You know you need someone to pay attention to you, or you'll start to look for it which is what you were doing."
Ok maybe he was right, you did want attention but not from anyone, you wanted his attention.
"I don't give you enough attention? Is that why you're teased those men." He asks as you shake your head. "No, you do give me enough attention." You tell him reassuring him and leaning into his touch, wanting more. "Tell daddy you need him." He whispers to you as the smell of wood fills your nostrils. You shake your head telling him no getting a reaction from him. He pulls away from your ministrations, "Fine if you don't need me I guess I'll go find someone else who does." He says in a huff making you grab him by his arm.
"I need you Logan, I need your attention." A look of desperation in your eyes. "I need you daddy I'm sorry." As he gives you an approving nod before unbuttoning your jeans. "That's right, you don't need those men who can't even take care of themselves huh." You nod in agreement. "But you'll show your ass to them and tease them." he bites on your earlobe making you jump. "Ow Logan." you protest.
He roughly pulls your pants and panties down exposing your wet core to the cool air. "Looks like you're enjoying this attention whore." He looks down at you as you look away with shame and need.
"Spread your legs."
You shyly spread your legs opening yourself to the older man. His hand goes in between your legs and starts to rub your clit as you moan in slight relief. "Feel good doesn't it?" Logan whispers to you as you nod. "I'm so disappointed in you, I thought you would've known better. I guess I was wrong about you wasn't I? Can't believe you embarrassed me at my job baby." He taunts you as his fingers work making you squirm.
"No, I'm sorry I wasn't trying to, I was trying to look pretty for you." You whine in desperation when you feel him slowly push two fingers inside you. "Pretty for me? By showing off to everyone else? I don't think so baby." His fingers set their pace, making you gasp and arch your back. You let out small sniffles as you clench around his digits. "Don't start that crying you crybaby, you got yourself into this situation this is your fault."
You feel a mix of shame and arousal as Logan's fingers continue their relentless pace. Your body betrays you, responding to his touch despite your conflicted emotions. "I'm sorry. You stammer between gasps. "Please forgive me daddy." Logan's eyes darken. "You'll have to earn my forgiveness baby." He withdraws his fingers abruptly leaving you aching and empty.
He undoes his belt with one hand as he keeps you in his grasp pulling out his hard cock. You make a small noise as he positions himself between your legs, you want to protest and push him away, but another part of you craves his touch, his approval. "Look at me," Logan commands. You look up as your eyes meet his intense gaze as he enters you making you cry out at the sudden fullness. "Stay put don't move." You let out a whimper as your cunt squeezes him.
He lets out a hum feeling your tightness around his cock as he makes sure you're pushed against the tree. The mutant pushes his cock fully inside as he feels you clench around him hearing you wince. "I know it's big baby but you have to learn." You let out little gasps as you try to keep yourself from getting overwhelmed. "That's my good girl," he praises, "Taking it so well for daddy." Your body responds to him as your pleasure starts to build as Logan hits just the right spot with each thrust. "I'm the only one who can make you feel this good." He pants. "Say it."
"You're the only one," You moan. "No one else can have this tight little pussy right?" He asks. "No, just you." You whimper softly as Logan smirks. "Atta girl." He grunts out. "Make sure you moan loud enough for them to hear." Logan rasped out against your warm skin. "I don't wanna be loud." You try to protest but he huffs. "You normally are, you don't want to be loud because you don't want them to think you're a slut." The mutant hums when he feels you squeeze his cock. "Maybe you do want to be loud." He mumbles pushing in his cock as your knees buckle as you grip the bark.
Logan's pace quickens as he senses your internal struggle. "Let them hear you." He growls as his voice is thick with lust. "Show them who you really belong to." His thrusts become more forceful each one drawing a desperate moan from your lips despite your attempts to stay quiet.
Your fingers dig into the rough bark as waves of pleasure wash over you. The forest around you seems to fade away until all you can focus on is the feeling of Logan inside you. His hand comes down hard on your ass making you yelp. He slaps your ass again as you wince at the sting on your bottom. "Poor girl, I feel you squeezing me, you wanna cum?" You nod immediately in need. "Please? Can I please?" You beg him hearing him moan softly.
"Go ahead, soak my cock." Logan urges you to cum, "That's it, baby girl." He praises you as your cries grow louder. His hand snakes around to rub tight circles on your clit pushing you closer to the edge. You feel your body go numb and your hearing gets softly blocked as you push yourself more onto his cock trying to feel him through your orgasm.
He holds you tightly as his thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release. "That's it, take it all." Logan growls as he grips the trees trunk of the tree thrusting deeper. "I'm gonna cum." He lets out a loud groan as you hear something sharp as he claws extract slicing the bark. You whimper softly overwhelmed by the sensation of him pulsing within you.
Logan's hips start to slow down coming to a stop. You both stay still panting heavily as you come down from your shared high as his claws retract back in. He slowly pulls out leaving you feeling empty and exposed. Your legs tremble as you try to steady yourself against the tree. He tucks himself away and helps you pull up your pants with his touch gentler now. "You did good baby girl." He murmurs pressing a kiss to your temple. "But don't think this means you're forgiven just yet."
After that, the next time you bring him lunch, you're covered up as you avoid contact with the men who's giving you teasing expressions making your face heat up in embarrassment. Logan though, had a smile on his face watching you approach as you try to hurry and get out of there.
wip #1 • come on into my bed with me (i know you want to)
you can't sleep, logan left his door open...
this is the "just the tip" old man!logan fic i talked about literally forever ago. it's heavily inspired by imogen heap's "i am in love with you" because i'm obsessed with that song and it gives me lots of old man logan vibes!
Rain pelts at the smudged glass of your window, drops trailing down the span of the panes that you follow with your eyes.
It's been raining nearly all week, a rare thing in Mexico, especially somewhere as dry as Sonora.
You used to love the rain. You felt a special kind of comfort anytime night would come and there'd be a certain chill swirling through the air, that familiar scent of damp soil and wet stone rising as the first drops hit the ground.
In Sonora, rain is supposed to be a gift—a reprieve from the unrelenting heat, a chance for the dry earth to drink.
It should feel cleansing, like reset of sorts, and maybe it would have a few months ago.
Now it just feels heavy, oppressive. Each raindrop splattering against the glass feels like a reminder of everything that's stuck, unmoving.
The soft noise of it was almost enough to lull you to sleep, but it was still no match for your wandering mind.
You’ve been finding yourself here a lot recently, shrouded in the scratchy sheets of your bed in the quiet dark encompassing your room, mind racing.
It was raining the first night he touched you.
wip #2 • dull browns and dusty blues...
they say cowboys aren't made to be lovers...
part two of my yet to be named cowboy!logan series! i haven't forgotten about it! i honestly see this as being a longer fic so it'll definitely take me a bit to get it out, but trust that i'm working on it.
You leave your window open at night, letting the cool breeze that swirls outside fill the four walls of your room as the sweet sounds of crickets chirping lulls you to sleep.
And you dream about Logan, of course you do.
You dream about the way his lips felt against yours, about the way he tasted, about the way he smelled.
You dream of the way he held you as you spun in slow circles under the stars, how his rough hands cradled your face, all hardened callouses and overwhelming tenderness.
It’s been two weeks since you’ve seen him, two full weeks since the Governor’s ball.
You’d like to say that you’ve been too busy to think about him. That being knee deep in stacked cardboard boxes and stray packing tape has kept your mind occupied.
That isn’t the case.
It’s almost embarrassing how much Logan lingers in your thoughts, so abundant that even your subconscious couldn't escape the sharp angles of his face.
It’s a dangerous kind of longing, the sort that twists itself around your ribs and refuses to let go. So you try your best to bury it, to ignore it and keep yourself in check.
You're too scared to think about whether it's really working or not.
kisses!
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[Image Description: Styled like a captioned video screenshot, Logan Sanders, wearing a black cowboy hat, is pointing strongly to his left as he shouts "Yeehalsehood!"]
