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☄︎ Warnings: oral (f!receiving), ridin’, sweaty logan, not proofread (it's 3am i'm sorry) ☄︎ Pairing: F!Reader x John Logan ☄︎ Rating/Genre: Mature (🔞). Smut. ☄︎ Words: 2800 ☄︎ Summary: You and Logan semi-make up in the locker room after an argument.

💭: am I toxic? lol🧍🏾‍♀️you all are making my logan obsession become so much worse!! i’m supposed to be a loyal dean girlie pls! but... i have some more logan fics to get to which i am very excited about hehe... if you enjoyed, please consider leaving a comment, ask, reblog etc, it means a lot xx

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You paced the length of the Hawk’s arena hallway, trying your best not to let your impatience show. The muffled sound of celebratory music thumping from the main arena doors down the hallway doing nothing but making you even more antsy.

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john logan x fem!reader

summary: the four times your friend group tried to set you up with logan, and the one time they find out you’ve been dating the entire time

established relationship

warnings: just pure sappy fluff, usage of y/n

word count: 4.2k

a/n: based on this request! i hope you like it :))

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the funny thing about keeping your relationship with logan a secret was that neither of you had ever actually decided to.

if someone had asked during those first few weeks, you probably would’ve told them. there wasn’t anything scandalous about it. no reason to hide. nobody in your friend group would’ve cared beyond teasing the two of you for a while before eventually moving on.

it just… never came up.

the relationship itself had arrived so quietly that, looking back, neither of you could really pinpoint where friendship had ended and something else had begun.

after hockey season, you’d simply started spending more time together. study sessions that always seemed to run too late to justify walking back to your own dorm straight away. dinners that lasted twice as long as either of you intended because conversation came so easily with him. evenings spent wandering across campus without much destination in mind, filling the silence with the sort of conversations that only happened when neither person felt any pressure to keep talking.

somewhere between spring arriving and final exams looming over campus, he’d walked you back to your dorm after one of your study sessions like he always did.

the conversation had drifted off several minutes earlier, leaving only the sound of your footsteps against the pavement and the distant buzz of students enjoying one of the first genuinely warm evenings of the year.

you’d stopped outside your building. he’d looked at you for a moment before kissing you.

it hadn’t been particularly dramatic. there hadn’t been fireworks or declarations or some overwhelming certainty that everything had changed. it had simply felt… right.

afterward, logan had rubbed the back of his neck with the slightest hint of uncertainty before quietly asking if that had been okay. you’d kissed him again instead of answering.

that had been four months ago.

the next morning, you’d still met everyone for breakfast. logan had still sat beside you because he always did. you’d stolen fries from his plate because you always did. he’d walked you back to your dorm after classes because he always did.

the only real difference was that now, when nobody was looking, he’d steal a quick kiss before heading back across campus.

for a while, having something that belonged only to the two of you had been… nice.

your relationship existed outside everyone else’s opinions. there were no questions, no teasing, no constant interruptions every time one of you sat beside the other. it was just yours, tucked quietly into the spaces between lectures and late-night walks and evenings spent curled up together in your dorm.

eventually, though, the novelty faded.

more than once, one of you would look at the other and say, we should probably tell everyone.

the other would agree, but then someone would change the subject, or dinner would arrive, or you’d both forget. the conversation kept being postponed until it somehow became stranger to announce it than not to.

neither of you worried about it, because you assumed everyone would find out eventually. you just hadn’t anticipated it to take so long.

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garrett

practice had run longer than anyone wanted.

by the time coach finally called it, the sun had already started dipping behind the campus buildings, painting long shadows across the parking lot outside the arena. everyone was tired in that familiar, satisfying sort of way that followed a good skate. conversation came easier once helmets were off and sticks had been tossed carelessly into the back of trucks, the intensity of practice gradually giving way to the comfortable rhythm the team always seemed to settle into afterward.

logan adjusted the strap of his hockey bag higher on his shoulder as he stepped out of the rink. he’d texted you nearly an hour earlier.

logan: running late don’t wait if you’re hungry

you: too late already ordered enough fries for both of us x

he’d smiled to himself without really thinking about it.

logan: good

the parking lot had begun emptying by the time he started walking toward campus. several of the guys peeled off in different directions, climbing into cars or heading toward the hockey house, until eventually only garrett remained beside him since they had decided to carpool.

for a while, neither of them spoke. garrett, however, lasted about three more minutes until he felt the need to break the silence, “you know…”

logan glanced over. garrett shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, looking ahead as though the conversation wasn’t particularly important, “y/n’s cool.”

logan nodded once, “yeah.”

garrett continued walking, “i mean it.”

“i know.”

“she’s funny.”

another nod from logan, “she is.”he wasn’t entirely sure where the conversation was going yet.

people complimented their friends all the time. it didn’t seem especially noteworthy. garrett kept talking anyway, “she actually knows hockey.”

“yeah.”

“which is rare.”

logan thought about the number of times you’d sat through games you hadn’t understood at first, asking quiet questions until the rules gradually began making sense. now you caught missed penalties before half the people around you did. you’d been strangely pleased with yourself the first time that happened. he’d been pleased too, though.

“she’s easy to be around,” garrett said.

logan looked at him, “…she is.”

there wasn’t much point pretending otherwise; you were. conversation with you never felt forced, and silence didn’t either. most evenings, the two of you could spend hours together without either of you feeling the need to constantly fill the space between you. logan had never realised how rare that was until he’d found it.

garrett slowed slightly as they reached the crosswalk outside the arena and looked sideways at logan, “you should ask her out.”

the traffic light changed. logan waited for a car to pass before stepping off the curb, “oh, i already did.”

garrett laughed. not the polite sort of laugh people gave when they weren’t sure whether someone was joking. it was a genuine laugh, “yeah?”

logan frowned faintly, “yeah.”

“good one,” garrett laughed again.

for a second, logan wondered whether he’d said something wrong. then he realised garrett thought he was kidding, but before he could explain, garrett was already talking again, “seriously, though, i think you’d really like her.”

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hannah

you discovered hannah’s theory by the middle of the semester over afternoon coffee.

the two of you had escaped campus between lectures, ducking into della’s diner. it had become something of an unspoken tradition over the past year. whenever your schedules lined up, you’d spend an hour there together before heading back to class, talking about everything and absolutely nothing until one of you inevitably glanced at the time and realised you were already running late.

that afternoon was no different. hannah was halfway through describing one of garrett’s increasingly questionable cooking experiments when she paused.

her expression shifted ever so slightly. not dramatically, just enough that you’d learned to recognise she was about to say something she’d clearly been thinking about for a while.

she stirred her coffee absentmindedly before looking up, “can i ask you something?”

you nodded, “always.”

her spoon clinked softly against the side of her mug, “have you ever thought about logan?”

thankfully, your coffee was already back on the table, otherwise, you suspected you might’ve dropped it. you blinked as you did your best to keep your expression neutral, “in what way?”

hannah shrugged one shoulder, “in a dating way.”

you hummed thoughtfully, lowering your eyes to your drink before she could read your face too closely, “why are you asking?”

she smiled to herself, “i don’t know.” which, coming from hannah, almost certainly meant she knew exactly why. she tucked one leg beneath herself in the booth before continuing, “i’ve just been watching you two.”

your heart gave the smallest, traitorous little skip. not because you thought she’d figured it out, but because she was far more observant than most people gave her credit for.

you’d spent the last four months being careful. never sitting too close when everyone else was around. never holding hands unless nobody could see. keeping kisses to empty hallways, quiet walks back to your dorm, and the brief moments before one of you inevitably headed home for the night.

you’d convinced yourself nobody had noticed and, for the first time, you wondered if maybe someone had.

hannah rested both hands around her mug, “he always ends up sitting beside you.”

you smiled faintly, “there’s usually a free seat.”

“maybe.” she shrugged, but she looked unconvinced, “but he always notices when you leave the room.”

you hadn’t realised anyone else had noticed that. it happened almost unconsciously; whether you were getting another drink, answering your phone, or stepping away to use the bathroom, his eyes almost always followed you for a second before returning to whatever conversation he’d been having.

he didn’t seem aware he was doing it and neither had you. until now.

hannah continued, counting quietly on her fingers, “he remembers everything you tell him.”

you opened your mouth to answer, but immediately closed it again. she wasn’t wrong.

logan remembered things. all sorts of things. the name of your favourite author after you’d mentioned it once in passing. which professor insisted on surprise quizzes every friday. how you always ordered extra fries but never ate the last one. the way you preferred your coffee. the fact that you hated walking across campus with wet socks after it rained.

he carried little pieces of information about you as though remembering them required no effort at all.

“and,” hannah added, smiling into her coffee now, “he always makes sure someone walks you home after group nights.”

this time, you couldn’t help smiling. not because she was wrong, but because she thought it was someone. she had no idea that, more often than not, the someone was logan himself.

you looked back at her, “you’ve thought about this a lot.”

she laughed softly, “a little.”

“a little?”

“okay.”she grinned, “more than a little.”

you shook your head, laughing under your breath, “so…”

hannah leaned forward just enough to rest her elbows on the table, “i think he likes you.”

you let the silence linger for a second. eventually, you took another sip of your coffee, “you think?”

she nodded immediately, “i’m almost certain.”

you traced absentminded circles around the rim of your mug, “i’ll keep that in mind.”

hannah smiled, clearly satisfied she’d done her part.

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dean

malone’s was busier than it had been when you’d first arrived; conversations overlapping beneath the steady hum of music drifting through the speakers. pool balls cracked together somewhere behind you every few minutes, punctuated by the occasional cheer whenever someone managed an unexpectedly good shot. every booth seemed occupied, and the warm scent of fried food lingered in the air long after the plates had been cleared away.

the eight of you had claimed the same corner booth you always seemed to end up in.

tucker and dean were arguing over something that had happened during practice earlier that afternoon. allie was attempting to convince hannah that dean had, in fact, exaggerated the entire story. garrett kept interrupting to make things objectively less accurate, while beau looked increasingly entertained the longer the argument continued.

logan sat quietly beside you, only contributing every now and then with the sort of dry comment that somehow made everyone laugh harder than the original story had.

the first round of drinks disappeared into a second. someone ordered fries for the table, garrett immediately claiming most of them.

eventually, dean pushed himself upright, “pool.”

nobody seemed particularly invested one way or the other, but everyone followed him toward the tables anyway.

there was a brief discussion about teams. mostly because dean insisted there needed to be strategy involved despite nobody else caring very much who they played with.

he looked around the group for a moment before pointing at you and logan, “you two, you’re together.”

a silent looked passed between the two of you, but neither of you questioned it, “alright.”

dean looked absurdly pleased with himself and you caught the expression immediately. logan, apparently, did not. he’d already reached for one of the cues leaning against the wall, turning it over once in his hands before offering it to you instead, “this one’s straighter.”

you accepted it automatically, “thanks.”

the game started. calling it competitive would’ve been generous. beau insisted dean wasn’t keeping score properly. dean insisted beau simply couldn’t count. garrett somehow managed to sink the cue ball twice within five minutes. allie laughed so hard she almost missed her own turn.

you weren’t especially good at pool. you’d played often enough to understand the rules, but accuracy remained … inconsistent. halfway through the game, you leaned over the table, squinting down the cue as you tried to line up a shot that looked considerably easier in theory than it did in practice.

you adjusted your grip. then adjusted it again, but something still felt wrong.

before you had the chance to rethink it a third time, logan stepped quietly beside you. he didn’t say anything straight away. instead, he looked from the cue to the angle of your arm before gently reaching for your hand, “here.” his voice stayed low enough that only you heard it. his fingers shifted yours slightly higher along the cue, “you’re holding it too tight.”

his hand was warm and steady against yours. he moved your wrist barely half an inch before stepping back again, his attention returning to the table as though nothing particularly noteworthy had happened, “try that.”

you did and suddenly the ball rolled neatly across the felt. two seconds later, it disappeared cleanly into the corner pocket. you stared after it, “huh.”

logan’s mouth lifted at one corner, “better.”

“little bit,” you smiled despite yourself.

across the room, dean noticed the entire interaction. he leaned sideways toward allie, “see?”

allie followed his gaze, “what?”

“chemistry.”

she looked back toward the two of you. logan was already focused on the table again while you circled around the opposite side, trying to decide which shot came next.

“i think he just helped her,” she knitted her brows as she looked back at the blonde.

“exactly.”

“you’ve become weirdly invested in this.”

“i just think they’d be good together,” he shrugged.

she smiled to herself, “they would.”

by the time the game ended, nobody seemed entirely sure who had actually won. dean claimed it had been your team, but beau disagreed loudly, and garrett insisted the score had become irrelevant after someone accidentally knocked two balls off the table.

eventually, everyone gave up trying to work it out.

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allie

chairs scraped against the wooden floor as people stood, conversations overlapped while jackets were pulled on, and someone inevitably realised they’d forgotten to close their tab just as everyone else reached the door. after a few hours, the evening had settled into the comfortable kind of tiredness that came from spending too long laughing with people you genuinely enjoyed being around.

outside, the air had cooled considerably.

the streets were quieter than they’d been when you’d arrived, most of the foot traffic now made up of students wandering back toward campus in small groups. the lights from the bars spilled across the sidewalks, catching against puddles left behind by an afternoon shower and turning them gold.

everyone lingered outside for a minute or two, deciding who was walking where.

dean and allie had parked across the street, garrett and hannah were already arguing over whether they had enough food left at the hockey house to avoid another late-night grocery run, and beau and tucker had somehow wandered into an entirely separate conversation before anyone else had finished saying goodbye.

you slipped your arms into your jacket, only half paying attention.

“i’ve got to head this way,” you said absentmindedly, nodding toward the opposite side of campus, “my dorm’s clear across the other end.”

before anyone could answer, allie looked toward logan who was stood beside you, “logan, can walk you back, right?”

the suggestion landed so naturally that nobody questioned it. logan didn’t hesitate, “yeah.”

you caught the smile dean tried, and failed, to hide. it lasted barely a second before he looked away, but you’d seen it. you knew exactly what he thought had just happened.

allie, on the other hand, looked entirely unconcerned. if she had any ulterior motive, she hid it considerably better than dean ever could. she simply smiled at you, wished you both goodnight, and climbed into the passenger seat of dean’s truck.

one by one, everyone drifted away. before long, only you and logan remained standing beneath the glow of the streetlights outside malone’s, “ready?”

you nodded, “ready.”

the walk back toward campus began in easy silence. you’d discovered early on that neither of you felt any pressure to speak simply because there was empty space to fill. sometimes one of you started talking after a few minutes. sometimes neither of you did. either way, it never felt awkward.

the sidewalks were damp beneath your feet, carrying the faint scent of rain and warm pavement. somewhere across campus, music drifted lazily through the night air before disappearing again as you turned down a quieter path lined with trees.

logan matched his pace to yours without seeming to think about it. he always walked slightly slower when he was with you. not enough that anyone else would notice, but just enough that you never had to hurry to keep up.

you’d made it halfway across campus before you finally smiled to yourself. logan glanced over, “what?”

you shook your head, “i think everyone’s trying to set us up.”

he blinked, “what?”

“garrett, hannah, dean, and now allie,” you gestured vaguely behind you, toward the direction of malone’s, “they’re trying to get us together.”

logan was quiet. you watched him think, his gaze dropping briefly toward the pavement as he replayed the last few weeks in his head. you almost saw the moment everything clicked into place, “oh.”

you smiled, “there it is.”

he looked back at you, “they are trying to set us up.” another few steps passed before he spoke again, “i didn’t notice.”

“i know.”

he rubbed absently at the back of his neck as he chuckled, “i thought garrett was just being friendly.”

you returned the laugh, “he was.”

“…and dean?”

“less subtle.”

“huh.”his expression settled somewhere between thoughtful and faintly amused. for another minute, neither of you said anything. then, quietly— “that’s kind of nice.”

you looked at him, “what is?”

“they like you,” his mouth twitched and the smile that appeared was small enough that most people would’ve missed it entirely.

you didn’t, though. you never did.

the path narrowed as you approached your dorm, forcing the two of you a little closer together. your shoulder brushed his once, then again a few steps later.

the building came into view not long afterward, its windows glowing softly against the dark campus.

you stopped near the entrance and for a moment, neither of you spoke. the night had settled comfortably around you, carrying the distant sounds of laughter from somewhere across campus. “thanks,” you said.

logan looked at you, “for what?”

“walking me home.”

he seemed almost surprised by the question, “always, you know that”

the answer came so simply. as though there had never been another possibility.

something warm settled quietly in your chest. you stepped a little closer, close enough that nobody looking out from the dorm windows would’ve noticed anything unusual. your fingers briefly caught the sleeve of his hoodie, “i know.”

his hands found yours for the smallest moment, hidden between the two of you. he gave them one gentle squeeze before slowly leaning closer to place a soft kiss against your lips, “night.”

you smiled as you breathed out a quiet“night.”

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the hockey house was unusually quiet that evening. someone had left a hockey game playing on the television more out of habit than genuine interest, and dean and garrett were arguing half-heartedly over something that had happened during practice while tucker scrolled aimlessly through his phone.

allie and hannah occupied opposite ends of the couch, comparing notes for a class neither of you had been unfortunate enough to take.

logan had disappeared upstairs twenty minutes earlier to shower after practice.

you’d made yourself comfortable in the corner of the couch with one of your textbooks balanced across your knees, though you’d spent considerably longer reading the same paragraph than actually understanding it.

your attention drifted every few minutes. sometimes toward the television. sometimes toward whatever dean was complaining about now. sometimes… toward the staircase.

you heard footsteps before you looked up and logan appeared a second later, still rubbing a towel absently through his damp hair. he’d changed into gray sweats and a faded briar hoodie, the sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms. his hair was still slightly damp around the edges, curling faintly where it hadn’t quite dried yet.

your eyes lifted from the textbook almost automatically.

the smallest smile appeared the moment he noticed you. he wandered into the living room, only half paying attention to whatever dean was saying.

as he drew closer, you noticed one of the hoodie strings had twisted itself awkwardly beneath the collar.

without thinking—

completely, utterly without thinking—

you held out your hand, “logan.”

he stopped beside the couch, “hm?”

“come here.”

he stepped closer immediately. not because you’d sounded particularly serious. simply because you’d asked.

you reached up, gently tugging the twisted drawstring free before smoothing the collar flat against his chest. the fabric had folded awkwardly beneath the hood, so you fixed that too, “there.”

logan glanced down briefly, “thanks.”

you brushed one last damp strand of hair away from his forehead before letting your hand fall. the movement had become so instinctive over the past few months that neither of you gave it a second thought.

logan certainly didn’t, because he leaned down to press a brief kiss against your forehead before dropping onto the couch beside you. his hand found yours beneath the blanket draped across your lap with the same unconscious ease he’d done it a hundred times before.

it took several more seconds before you realised the room had gone completely silent.

you looked up to find that dean had stopped talking mid-sentence, garrett still held an unopened bag of chips in one hand, hannah was looking between the two of you with an expression that suggested several months’ worth of observations had suddenly rearranged themselves into one very obvious conclusion, allie blinked only once, and beau looked at each face in turn, then at you, then at logan. the corners of his mouth started twitching.

logan followed your gaze around the room, “oh.”

you looked at him, “shit, we forgot.”

dean found his voice first, “what.”

neither of you answered immediately. mostly because there didn’t seem to be much else to say.

you and logan looked at each other before you finally closed your textbook and set it carefully on the coffee table, “we’re dating.”

silence. dean blinked, again, “what.”

“logan and i are dating.”

another pause and garrett frowned, “since when?”

this time, logan answered, “about four months.”

garrett slowly lowered the bag of chips onto the coffee table as though any sudden movement might somehow change what he’d just heard, “four months.”

logan nodded, “yeah.”

garrett looked genuinely wounded, “i told you to ask her out.”

“i know.”

“you were already dating.”

“yeah.”

garrett stared at him, “why didn’t you tell me?”

logan frowned slightly, considering the question with complete sincerity, “well, you didn’t ask.”

beau made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a cough. dean ignored him completely as he looked between you and logan, “hold on.”he pointed accusingly between the two of you, “the pool game.”

you looked at him, “what about it?”

“i put you two together.”

“you did.”

“because i was trying to set you up,” he voice raised slightly as he spoke, obviously in complete disbelief.

“we know.”

“you knew?”

you nodded and dean looked personally offended, “the walk home from malone’s.”he turned toward allie, “you literally asked him to walk her home.”

allie slowly covered her face with one hand, “oh my god.”

you smiled apologetically, “he’d actually been walking me home for months.”

allie let out a quiet groan, “we spent an entire semester trying to get these two together.”

another beat of silence passed. then beau finally gave up trying to hold it in. his laugh echoed through the living room, loud enough that dean shot him an unimpressed look before the sound became contagious.

garrett started laughing next. then tucker. even hannah eventually shook her head, smiling into her coffee, “to be fair,” she said, “i did tell her i thought logan liked her.”

you laughed, “you did.”

hannah looked at you, “you could’ve said something.”

“…probably.”

dean threw both hands into the air, “probably?!”

you couldn’t help but smiling, “it was kind of funny.”

dean stared, “funny??”

then beau laughed even harder. dean dropped backward onto the couch with the sort of dramatic resignation usually reserved for championship losses, “i cannot believe,” he muttered, rubbing both hands over his face, “i spent four months accidentally rooting for a relationship that already existed.”

logan gave him a sarcastic smile, “hey, thanks.”

dean groaned loud enough for the entire house to hear, which only made everyone laugh harder.

through the middle of it all, unnoticed by everyone except you, logan’s fingers tightened gently around yours beneath the blanket, and when you looked around the room and found everyone still laughing at dean’s expense, you realized there wasn’t any reason to hide it anymore.

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₊ ֹ ˖ 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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Boyfriend!John Logan x Fem!Reader

warnings: dirty jokes (Dean being Dean), fluff, chasing, making out, use of pretty girl and baby, swearing

summary: in which the boys face off the girls in laser tag, but you reach a dead end as Boyfriend!John Logan chases you

wc: 1210

a/n: this could’ve been dirty AF but didn't think Logan was much of a dark romance, Haunting Adeline guy... or do i?

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girls need love

john logan x female reader

summary: y/n has been waiting for logan, who stayed late after practice. mesmerised by how hot he looks, she's suddenly desperate for him, right now. warnings: 18+, entirely smut, established relationship, sex in public (nobody around), fingering, piv, lots of praising (m to f), logan whimpering a little word count: 1.8k an: by accident the whole 'girls need love' song by summer walker ft. drake is highkey the situation in this fic lol if you haven't heard it, it's fire, go listen!

Practice ended thirty minutes ago.

I’ve been sitting in the stands waiting patiently for thirty minutes, but I’m growing tired. The place is empty, not a single noise around besides that of Logan on the ice.

My boyfriend, being the anxious perfectionist he is, won’t stop his laps around the rink. Whether he’s taking shots or working on his speed, it’s all becoming a blur and making my head spin.

I begin walking closer to the edge of the rink; Logan notices and slows down, skating towards me.

“John, I’m tired, how long are you gonna be?” I call out.

As he reaches the wall of the rink where I’m standing, he takes off his helmet, whipping his hair back and out of his face.

Fuck, that was hot.

Damp and curly from sweat, his dark hair frames his slightly flushed face beautifully. He looks so masculine in his gear, shoulders broad and strong. The skates also make him taller, so he’s towering over me more than usual.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he looks at me with his big brown eyes, “I don’t know how long I’m gonna take. I just wanna practice until I feel more confident.”

He leans forward, resting his arms on the wall to the side of me. His voice barely registers in my head because I’m so mesmerised by how he looks right now. Shoving my dirty thoughts to the back of my mind, I focus my attention on what he’s just said.

“You work ten times harder than anybody else on this team,” I start, placing my hand on his gloved one, “So, you should be ten times more confident than them too. John, I promise you are so talented. Maybe practice didn’t go how you wanted today, but that doesn’t define you as a player. You shouldn’t overwork yourself, my love. You need to rest.”

Letting out a deep sigh, he releases some of the tension in his shoulders. His doe eyes find mine again and I could just swoon at the sight.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes, wrapping an arm around my waist, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I smile before he leans in and gives me a gentle kiss.

The familiar feeling of his lips on mine drains the last bit of self control left in me right now.

“Would now be a bad time to say, ‘I really need you’?” I ask shyly.

He raises an eyebrow, unsure if he’s understanding me correctly.

“John,” I say quietly, looking up at him through my lashes, “I need you.”

Realisation settles in his features.

“Practice can wait,” he shrugs, a grin taking over his face.

Wasting no time, I pull him close, our lips colliding. Logan abandons his stick and helmet on the floor, ripping his gloves off along with them. His bare hands find my waist, digging into me through the thin fabric of my shirt. The heat of his body near me is enough to keep me warm in this cold rink. He pulls me close, being slightly blocked by the wall of the rink between us.

“Get up here,” Logan’s gravelly voice demands as he taps the top of the wall, where he was leaning his arms moments ago.

Without hesitation, I swing my legs over, resting my ass on the wall, feet dangling below. Now, with nothing blocking Logan’s path to me, he smirks, spreading my legs apart to stand between them.

“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear before gently nibbling and kissing my lobe.

My stomach flips upon hearing the praise and I can feel my panties turning damp. Logan keeps a firm grip on my hips to make sure I don’t lose my balance, given the fact I’m sitting on a not-so-stable ledge. But, the feeling of his large hands grasping me turns me on even more—it’s possessive but gentle in a way that’s so hot.

By now, Logan has turned his attention to my neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, making me whimper softly in response. He moves his mouth back to mine and I start kissing him passionately, eager for his taste. Our tongues collide desperately, searching to deepen the kiss and satiate our hunger. I moan against his lips, feeling my pussy getting wetter by the second.

“John…” I mumble against his mouth, and pull back slightly, “Baby, I’m so wet.”

Immediately, he shifts one hand to reach my throbbing pussy, eager to satisfy my aching desire, but he's blocked by the awkward way I’m sitting.

“You’re gonna have to stand up for me, baby,” he instructs, and I do as he says.

Holding one of my legs up, to create easier access to my soaking mess, Logan reaches into the front of my sweatpants and starts teasing me, rubbing my clit softly. My head bends back as I let out a soft moan of pleasure. This prompts him to start kissing my neck again, before he moves down to kiss the area exposed by the low neckline of my shirt.

“Take your shirt off,” Logan’s voice is deep, starving, and I feel his fingers moving further down my pussy.

“Here?!” I ask, briefly flicking my eyes to survey our surroundings.

“My hand is already in your pants, it can’t get much worse,” he laughs, “Plus, there’s nobody here, it’ll be fine.”

His eyes are pleading with me, and I’m anyways aching to feel him on my bare skin, so I rip off my shirt, discarding it behind me. Logan’s eyes turn dark and he inserts two fingers into me as he begins kissing down my torso. I steady myself, fingers gripping the wall behind me.

“Bra,” he mumbles against me and I unhook it quickly.

He takes one of my tits in his mouth, sucking the nipple and circling his tongue around it sensually. Moaning, I arch my back into him, hoping for more. His fingers have found a steady rhythm inside me, moving back and forth, making me writhe in pleasure. Logan knows exactly how to make me feel good, curving his fingers perfectly to reach my g-spot.

Moving up to start kissing my neck again, he praises me quietly, “You’re taking this so well.”

I whimper, loving the sound of his deep voice encouraging me. His mouth leaves my neck and he stands straighter to look at me. At the same time, the speed of his fingers increases, causing the pleasure in me to build quickly. My back arches further, hips bucking towards him.

Nearing my climax, I whine loudly, “Fuck, John, I’m so close.”

“That’s it, good girl,” he continues to praise me, his velvet voice sliding in my ears, “Let me watch you come.”

His words and frantic movements inside me push me over the edge, and I moan loudly as the orgasm washes over me. The ecstasy is blinding and I see stars, throwing my head back, overcome with pleasure. Logan’s fingers slow, but don’t fully stop as I clench around him, trembling slightly as the orgasm travels through me.

“You did such a good job,” he affirms while kissing my forehead.

Panting, I look up at him as he takes his fingers out of my pants, and I sigh at the loss of contact. Bringing his wet fingers to his mouth, he looks me deep in the eyes as he licks my arousal off himself. The sight has me ready for his touch on me again; I pull him in and kiss him intensely.

My naked torso suddenly remembers the cold and I pull back from Logan.

“As much as I want you right now, I’m freezing my tits off. Literally.” I shiver slightly as I reach for my shirt.

He laughs. The sound is rich and like music to my ears.

“Sorry, baby, I forgot how cold it is.”

I put my clothes on and Logan helps me back over the barrier of the rink before joining me. Holding my hand, he guides me through the tunnel and into the hallway that leads to the locker room. He suddenly stops and turns to face me.

“Is it less cold here?”

“Yea, why—”

Interrupting me with a kiss, he pushes me against the wall.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he murmurs, kissing my already-swollen lips.

His hands are holding my face while his hips grind into me. The feeling of Logan’s hard dick through our clothes has me whimpering into his mouth. He lazily drags his hands down my body before hooking them under my ass and lifting me up. I wrap my legs around him and his hands hold my thighs. To help keep me elevated, he presses me into the wall, firmly enough for his dick to poke me in a way that’s intoxicating.

After pulling one another’s pants out of the way, Logan wastes no time inserting himself into me. Upon doing so, he groans, resting his head in the crook of my neck. I let out a sigh at the feeling of him expanding my opening. He begins to kiss my neck softly while he mumbles to me.

“You feel so good. I love how wet you get for me, baby.”

I hum, beaming at the compliments.

Finally adjusted to the feeling of Logan’s dick in me, he starts grinding into me, hips rolling back and forth. I clutch at his hair, slowly getting lost in the feeling of him fucking me. He starts to speed up, pounding into me with the perfect intensity. My back begins to arch once more, and I let out a deep moan, blinded by pleasure. Logan whimpers slightly at the sound of me, his grip on my thighs tightening.

“Be loud for me,” he breathes, voice hoarse as he continues moving in and out of me.

The coil inside me begins to tighten as I feel my climax nearing, Logan scraping against my g-spot with every movement. My eyes roll back in my head as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

“I’m gonna come,” I whine, tilting my head back and arching my back.

Within a couple seconds, I came, moaning heavily as the orgasm ran through me. Logan continued to roll his hips into me, getting sloppy as he neared his own climax.

“Are you close?” I pant, hoping to help him along.

“Mhm,” he whimpers, “Let me come in you, pretty girl.”

“I’m all yours,” I whisper softly in his ear and he quickly finishes, filling me up.

He jerks into me one last time as he comes down from the high, breathing deeply. Lazily kissing along my jaw, down to my collarbone, he smiles against my skin.

“What is it?” I ask quietly.

Grinning, he rests his forehead on mine.

“I’m glad you needed me.”

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I Circle You

I've written reader as feminine and wanting traditional things (big house, kids, etc), swearing (maybe), drunk father dynamics, vague smut, reader is 20

Snapshots into John Logan's relationship

Not proofread, i have a migraine 😪

Logan has always known what his life would become after graduating. Everyone around him would move forward, go to the NHL or go work regular jobs, move around, settle down with their families. Not him though, he!d have to take care of his good-for-nothing, drunkard excuse of a father. Jeff would finally be free from the shackles of watching the old man drink himself sick into throwing up and then whining about his self-inflicted turmoil.

Jeff had a girl, and he deserved to marry her after everything he'd gone through so Logan could get through college, even if the degree was ultimately worthless, not like he could do anything with it. His life had been decided by fate at a very young age, it wasn't his own anymore once his father became a drunk. His life was boiled down to being a caretaker, a slave to the very man who had a hand in creating him.

Even though he hated what was coming, he couldn't bring it in himself to hate his father. He remembered being a kid, the man he used to be, the father who'd tuck him and Jeff into their beds at night, the father who said he loved him. He hadn't said that in years. Logan wondered if he still loved his dad or just the memories in his head that he clung to, hoping and dreaming that he'd wake up one day and the bad parts were all just dreams.

But they weren't, and Logan knew that, which is why he tried so hard, so hard, to not love you. You were air, you were his new dream, the one he could dream about without even sleeping. And he never feared that the dreams would make a turn for the worse because how could they? How could a dream with you in it ever be bad when you were the light shining in all of them?

You had been a freshman, which Dean would have warned him about, had you not been 20 and taken two gap years, something the blonde could commend you for. Your uncle was the coach, which would have scared Logan off immediately had you not been so...you.

Your smile was bright, so bright that Logan caught himself trying to make you laugh more and more when he was around you just to see it. Everyone noticed it, he'd deny it, say "no, no, she's coach's niece, i'd never go for it." But he would, and he did.

"Can I take you to dinner on Friday?" He'd asked you after practice one day, knees almost buckling when you looked up at him.

"Like a team dinner?"

"No, uh...just us. The two of us. Together." He'd asked swallowed, nervous now. He saw you process it before you smiled.

"If you're asking me out, do it properly."

"Y/n L/n, will you do me the honor of going out with me to dinner on Friday night?"

"Woah there, you're asking me out on a date, not proposing."

"I can't do anything right here, can I?" I scoff, smiling boyishly.

"I'd love to go out this Friday. Pick me up at 7:00?"

"It's a date."

And it was. If he'd been nervous before, all worries flew out the window once you opened the door for him on Friday looking worse for wear. Your nose was red, eyes the same shade to match. You'd looked confused.

"What are you- I texted you, didn't I?" You looked around for your phone, letting him step inside. You grabbed your phone, checking the messages before sighing. "I forgot to hit send..."

"Cold?" Logan asked, slipping his shoes off, setting the pink roses down. He knew you had a cat and you'd talked his ear off one day about how pretty much every flower was toxic to cats, minus roses and sunflowers and a few others. He'd pocketed that information for this.

"I dunno." You sniffled. "I think it's stress. Some girl was out sick, she sits next to me in physics, and then the next couple days I had a horrendous migraine." He frowned as you sat on the couch, curling in on yourself.

"Do you want me to leave or should I just order us some food and we stay in?" He asked, leaning against the wall that joined the living room to the kitchen, his eyes on you.

"I don't want to get you sick, or make you feel like you have-"

"I want to stay, if you want me to stay." He said. You pouted, eyes softening.

"I do." The minute you'd said it, he was stepping forward and sitting with you on the couch, pulling you into his arms and letting you melt into him.

"Did you take medicine?" He asked.

"I did, it didn't help much." You sighed.

"Maybe food will help, what are you in the mood for?"

"Something easy," you said tiredly, "like porridge or something." He wracked his brain before texting Tucker.

L: I'll pay you $50 if you can make something for Y/n, she has a cold.

T: I'll make it for free, what's she want?

L: Porridge?? She said something light.

T: 👍

That night, you two had laid on the couch and watched the first season of NCIS, the music and chase scenes were loud and he thought they'd bother you but no, ten minutes in and you were out like a light.

He sat up, slowly and carefully picking you up, taking you to your bed and covering you with your blankets. He turned on your fan, pecking your forehead softly, brushing a hand gently through your hair before pulling away to leave, pausing when you mumbled something.

"Huh?"

"Stay...stay here." You said, rolling over right after. He hesitated. You were sick, drugged up on painkillers and sleep medicine, not on your right mind at all. But he sighed. He wasn't going to do anything, obviously, and in the morning, if you yelled at him to leave, he'd do so. But your lips were in a pout, eyes cracked open just enough to look at him with a plea, and he folded.

He slipped off his jeans, staying in his shirt as he slid in next to you, rubbing you back once you curled into him, head tucked under his neck. He inhaled deeply, eyes closing in bliss. You smelled nice, you always did. Warm, some caramel mixed with something tangy, floral.

He felt a small shake on the bed, eyes peeking open to see your cat having jumped up to check on you. He recalled you saying your cat was always in tune when you were sick, had been since you were a kid, and he knew it was true when the cat took its place between your legs, purring loudly enough to where you could feel it. You'd told him how purring had calming effects on both humans and animals, something he had also tucked away for a time just like this.

The next week, when he showed up sick to practice, coach had sent him right on home to yours when you returned the favors and cared for him.

He'd taken that as a sign, a look into the future, that with you in the picture, didn't seem so bleak anymore. He took you to meet Jeff and his girl and after that went swimmingly. you met his dad. It had gone...as well as it could have.

Logan had confided in you that night, begged you to leave him since he could t give you what you wanted, picket fence, a husband that came home to you, maybe a few rugrats running around. He'd always be tied down, and he didn't want that for you, someone who was so passionate, so creative.

But you dug your heels into his grave and planted a garden there, a colorful array of wildflowers. He'd cried that night, right into your neck, and when you held him closer, he'd cried even more.

Logan came to yours a week later, looking...light.

"Good news?" You asked, sitting down on the couch.

"...Yeah. Like- the best news." He'd replied, sitting next to you. "My uh..my dad's going to rehab again, six month program." He swallowed. "And he said I should...he said I should apply to the NHL draft."

"Woah...I think you should," you said, always encouraging.

"I did." He chuckled. "Your uncle had the damn paperwork ready for me to just sign my name."

"So..." You bit your lip, looking up at him, squealing when he pounced on you, cupping your jaw as he kissed your mouth before trailing hot kisses down your neck.

"I'm going to the NHL, and you're coming with me."

"Oh, I am now, am I?" You mused, hands threading through his curls.

"Mhm, never letting you go, ever." He said, tilting your head back and kissing down the valley of your clothed breasts.

"Sounds clingy."

"You love when I'm clingy." He scoffed.

"Mm, true." You hummed, letting him nuzzle your neck once more before he pulled away.

"...I love you." He said, voice firm but quiet. You'd both said it before but this time was softer, intimate, the hopeful promise of a life beyond this.

Your lip quirked upward. "I love you too, Logan."

"If I asked you to marry me, what would you say?" He asked, making you chuckle.

"I'd say where's the damn ring-.." You trailed off when he rummaged in his shirt pocket before producing a small ring, the exact design you had saved on your pinterest board.

"Will-" He fumbled, quickly getting off the couch and onto his knees before realizing his mistake and lifting one knee, holding the ring up.

"Y/n L/n, will you to me the honor of being my wife?" He voice trembled slightly.

You'd blinked twice before rushing him and tackling him to the ground, making him laugh loudly before your lips were on his, his hands in your hair, ring set on the table as you kissed eachother. After pulling away, you murmured against his lips a quiet,

"I'd love to marry you, John Logan."

The ring slipped onto your finger, fitting perfectly. Like a puzzle piece that had been lost for years finally reunited with the original set. Nothing in this world was bleak anymore, because how could it be? How could anything be colorless anymore when you lit everything up with a glance, reviving his heart with a smile. Coloring his life in with your words.

Off the Ice | Part 1

Pairings: John Logan x FigureSkater!Y/N, mentions of John Logan x Hannah Wells

Genre: fluff (for now), hint of angst, yearning and crushes!

Warnings: some swearing, mentions of suggestive activity, Logan's and Y/N's perspective changes throughout (I tried my best to make it clear who's perspective it is)

Words: 6.4k

Summary: You are new to Briar U's competetive figure skating team, when John Logan wanted to use the rink to take his mind off things, he runs into you. But it creates more complications than he thought.

All John Logan wanted was a distraction from Hannah. His first thought was the ice. He could skate away all those feelings and brush up on hockey before the season starts. Unfortunately for him, the ice was already taken by you.

Off the Ice | Part 1

Pairings: John Logan x FigureSkater!Y/N, mentions of John Logan x Hannah Wells

Genre: fluff (for now), hint of angst, yearning and crushes!

Warnings: some swearing, mentions of suggestive activity, Logan's and Y/N's perspective changes throughout (I tried my best to make it clear who's perspective it is)

Words: 6.4k

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