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[st7rnioioss]

۶ৎ HANDYMAN!CHRIS x NEIGHBOR!READER

neighbor!reader getting back at handyman!chris after he stole her underwear..

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... mentions of masturbation (m), swearing

the soft sound of your feet padding across the floor was the only thing that could be heard as you opened your front door, and stepped outside. keeping the door open, you took one or two steps onto chris’s doormat, knocking three times on the door.

waiting patiently, the cold breeze from the staircase gently blew by you, leaving a small trail of goosebumps. suddenly, almost messily with a faint ‘fuck!’ behind the door, it flew open.

your eyes met chris’s, before they trailed down his form. he was wearing a white tank top, along with grey sweatpants. his hair was tousled, and you could tell he hadn’t shaved in a couple days. “oh- hey there,” he then spoke with a gruff voice, rubbing his eye. it left you to wonder if you’d just woken him up, but that made no difference.

“hi, chris. um- i was just wondering if you could help me with the sink? it’s, um, well. it’s rather messed up,” you smiled with a soft voice, pointing over your shoulder to motion for your apartment. “i mean, if you’re not in a hurry or anything.”

he definitely wasn’t. he’d just been woken up by your knocking, almost shocked when he saw your pretty face ask for help.

“uh- yeah. sure, it’s not problem. i’ll just go get a few things.. just wait inside, you uh- you must be cold,” yeah, he knew you were cold from the way his eyes trailed down to your hardened nipples beneath the tank top you had on. his eyes trailed back up to your face, offering you a smile before he turned back around to find whatever he needed.

returning the smile, you went back inside, leaving the door open for him. no, the sink wasn’t broken. the sink actually worked perfectly fine for that matter. you just wanted to see chris, who’d snooped through your underwear, so what else could you do than loosen the pipes a little?

not long after, chris stepped into your apartment, closing the door behind him. you returned from the bathroom, giving him a small wave. “come on, it’s in the bathroom. there’s, like, a wet mess under the sink,” you said while walking him to the bathroom, before you both stepped inside.

“oh, yeah. that’s not a problem, it’ll only take a second,” his eyes flickered from the wet stain back to your eyes, while you just nodded, acting completely dumb and clueless. “thank you!” you chirped, watching him awkwardly fit under the counter, just like you’d done prior.

while he worked on the pipe, you chitchatted. he explained that his door was acting up, and you were confused as to why he didn’t just fix it—he knew so much anyway. you talked about your studies and how boring university is, while chris spoke about his business,

“have you also.. lost some clothes?” you said with a smirk, that he couldn’t see, leaning against the counter. you knew exactly where those panties you lost a week ago had gone—chris’s pocket. immediately he went flushed, which you also couldn’t see. thank god for that.

“um, no. uh- not really. ma-maybe, like, a sock?” he lied straight through his teeth, well aware of the panties he had sneaked out of your laundry basket and later fisted around his cock.

“but um- no. nothing other than that. it’s odd,” he muttered, getting back up from under the counter. “yeah, it’s odd.. well, it’s whatever. thank you again!” you smiled at him again, meeting his eyes in a form of unannounced stare contest, that he then broke off.

“it’s no problem. just- just give me a call if you have any other problems,” he rubbed the back of his neck, praying that the pink tint had worn off his cheeks. it hadn’t.

more neighbor!reader x handyman!chris here!

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[starsenha]

[7] FIRST IMPRESSIONS - first episode

synopsis: riki was a big fan of your group Devilish, but when he met you for the first time, he made a very bad first impression and now you hated him. rumors started to spark saying how you hated each other and to calm the rumors, the company decided to make you two hosts a variety show together for two months. wc: 1,6k

You arrived at the studio early, your nevres masked by your usual cool exterior. The makeup room was quiet, mostly, save for the fain buzz of the hairdryer. You setted your bag down, greeting the makeup artist with a polite bow before sitting in one of the chairs. Your hair was swept into a neat ponytail and you were dressed casually because you were gonna be asking to change anyways. 

About ten minutes later, Riki walked in. He paused at the door, glancing around nervously before he spotted you. His usual confident demeanor flatered for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. 

"Good morning,’ he said, his voice slightly hesitant. 

You looked up briefly and gave him a polite nod. "Good morning, sunbaenim." 

He winced at the formality but didn’t comment on it immediately. He slid into one of the chair next to you, greeting his stylist as well. As the artist began working on his hair, he turned slightly towards you, attempting to break the silence. 

"You got here early," he started, offering a small smile. 

"Well, it’s better to be early than late, sunbaenmin" you replies, your tone professional but distant. 

Riki chuckled nervously. "True. But you know you can just call me Riki. We’re the same age, and we’re going to be working together a lot."

Your eyes flicked to him in the mirror, your expression cool. "I’d rather not. You’re still a sunabaenim." 

Riki raised his eyebrows, taken aback but not entirely surprised. "Okay…but it feels weird if you’re super formal with me." 

You didn’t repond immediately. You adjusted your posture slightly, your gaze returning to your phone as the makeup artist began working on your foundation. "I’ll keep that in mind, sunbaenim." 

He sighed softly, his fingers drummin against the armrest of the chair. "You’re really not going to drop the whole ‘sunbaenim’ thing, are you?" 

You gave a small shrug. "I prefer keeping things professional." 

Riki laughed lightly, though it was clear he was trying to hide his nervousness. He then tilted his head, watching you in the mirror. "You know, you're a lot scarier up close."

You didn't even glance at him, just focusing on your reflection in the mirror as your makeup artist worked on your base. You could see him shifting in his chair from the corner of your eye.

"So, um," he started hesitantly, "are you excited for the first episode?"

"It's an opportunity to try something new," you replied, your tone still professional.

"Right, right. Same here," he nodded. "It's gonna be fun I think. You know, once we get the hang of it."

You nodded politely, before hearing your phone vibrating on the counter. You picked it up and glanced at the screen, checking your notifications.

After makeup and hair, you and Riki were directed to the wardrobe room to change. You walked ahead, your posture straight and professional, while Riki trailed behind, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

When you stepped into the wardrobe room, your eyes immediately landed on two clothing racks with nearly identical outfits: light wash jeans, oversized flannels and clean white sneakers. Yours was layered over a cropped tank top, while Riki's flannel was paired with a plain white tee.

Your stomach sank. Matching outfits? Really?

Riki strolled in, stopping short when he saw the clothes. His eyebrows raised in mild amusement. "Oh, we're matching..." he said, his tone light.

You glanced at him briefly before turning to the stylist. "Excuse me, is this what we're wearing?"

The stylist smiled. "Yep! You'd both look great in it."

You forced a polite nod. "Understood. Thank you for your work."

Riki smirked as he picked up his shirt. "We'll look like besties, that's fun."

You rolled your eyes in your head, but didn't say anything. Stay professional, it's fine. You grabbed your outfit first and stepped into the changing area, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress your annoyance.

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The first scene was a simple introduction. You were supposed to chat naturally while the cameras rolled. It was supposed to be easy.

You stood beside him, your expression poised but neutral. The director clapped his hands. "Okay, just introduce yourselves casually! Be natural, like friends catching up."

You plastered a polite smile on your face. "Hey guys, this is yn from Devilish-" you jumped a bit, startled as the director's voice cut you.

"Cut! Guys this is way too stiff. You're supposed to be natural and at ease."

It took you three takes to just shoot the introduction. The director gave you a small break after, the stylists rushing to you to fix your makeup and hair.

"This is harder than I thought," Riki said, beside you.

You nodded curtly. "Yes, sunbaenim."

He sighed, turning to you. "Yn, the director wants us to drop the formalities, you know?"

You straightened your posture. "Well, yeah, but just on camera. Right now, it's not filming, so I prefer professionalism."

"Professional is fine, but we can't act like strangers all the time," he said, his voice carrying a hint of exasperation. "We're gonna be working together for weeks."

Your expression didn't change though. "I'll make sure the show runs smoothly."

The director clapped his hands again. “Okay, this time, relax. We’re not looking for perfection. Just have fun.”

Riki leaned toward you, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “Okay, let’s try this. Just pretend I’m one of your members or whatever.”

Your lips twitched, almost forming a smirk. “You’re not them, and you never will be.”

“Noted,” Riki said with a grin. “But let’s fake it, yeah?”

For the first time, your posture eased slightly. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

The cameras rolled, and this time, their interaction flowed better. Riki teased you about your serious demeanor, and you retorted with a sharp yet surprisingly playful response. The director beamed. “That’s the energy we need! Great work, guys!”

As soon as the cameras stopped, you straightened your posture again. “Thank you for your hard work, sunbaenim.”

Riki groaned dramatically. “We were making progress! Why’d you go back to being so formal?”

You grabbed your phone from the table, not even looking at him. “Because we’re not filming anymore.”

After wrapping up the first episode’s filming, you and Riki were called into a quick debrief with the director and the production team. You sat side by side at a sleek conference table in one of the studio’s meeting rooms. You looked as composed as ever, your posture straight and professional, jotting notes on your phone as the director spoke. Riki, meanwhile, was doing his best to look like he was paying attention—but it was a losing battle.

The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a soft glow on your features. Your ponytail had loosened slightly during filming, with a few stray strands framing your face. You had removed your flannel during the break, leaving you in just the fitted tank top, which only added to your effortlessly polished appearance.

Riki glanced at you from the corner of his eye, trying to keep his focus on the director’s words. Why does she always look so put together? he thought. The way you tapped your fingers lightly on the table while listening, the subtle tilt of your head as you nodded at the director’s suggestions—it was all oddly captivating.

“So, for the next episode," the director started. "we’re bringing in guests. We’ve invited Sunwoo, Eric, and Sangyeon from The Boyz since their comeback is right around the corner. The plan is for you two to interview them about their album, then transition into some lighthearted activities.”

You immediately nodded, your voice steady. “Understood. Should we prepare specific questions, or will the script team provide prompts?”

Riki tore his gaze away from you, blinking rapidly as he realized he’d missed half the question. What did the director just say?

“The script team will provide some structure, but you can ad-lib as well. We want it to feel natural.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, typing something on your phone. Riki caught the way your brows furrowed slightly in concentration, and for a brief moment, he forgot where he was.

“Riki? Thoughts?”

Riki’s head snapped up. “Huh? Uh, yeah. Sounds good. I’m in.”

You turned to look at him, your gaze sharp but neutral. “You’re in? Do you know what you just agreed to, sunbaenim?”

Riki hesitated, feeling the heat creep up his neck. “Of course. Totally.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Right.”

The director chuckled, seemingly unaware of the tension. “We’re planning to keep it fun and engaging. After the interviews, we’ll move on to a few games—simple stuff like charades or a trivia quiz. Think you two can manage that?”

You gave a small smile, nodding again. “Yes, I think it’ll be a good opportunity to showcase a more relaxed side of ourselves.”

Riki nodded along, but his brain wasn’t processing the words. Instead, he was hyper-aware of the way your lips curved ever so slightly when you smiled. It wasn’t even a full smile, just a polite one, but it was enough to throw him off.

The director wrapped up the conversation, clapping his hands together. “That’s it for now. Rest up—you both did great today.”

You stood smoothly, gathering your phone and notes. “Thank you for your guidance. I’ll see you at the next shoot.” You bowed respectfully and turned to Riki briefly. “Have a good evening, sunbaenim.”

Riki blinked at you, momentarily forgetting how to speak. “Uh… yeah. You too.”

You walked out of the room, your steps confident and deliberate, leaving behind a faint trail of your light fruity perfume. Riki stared after you for a second too long before shaking his head and muttering under his breath, “Get it together, man.”

This was gonna be seven long weeks.

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[kingleedo]

Leedo || Now (Original by Fin.K.L) [240601]

[probablyaparadox]

Shanks’ crew is really out here taking out every punk aesthetic pirate they see what did the punks ever do to you dress better than you???

[techno-rat]

Happy loser stoner tguys emduo . for those who celebrate

[neriyon]

Glamtober - Day 5: Tank

Couldn't choose which one of my current tank glams I like the most, so I decided to show all 3 of them off~

Only Firn's fit is canon, Yulan doesn't fight at all and Hawu'li is a frail little mage who would turn to dust after first tankbuster 😔

Yulan (first bunny) is wearing

Black Dahlia Corsage

Voidmoon Coat of Fending (Regal Purple)

Wayfarer's Fingerless Gloves (Soot Black / -)

Chimerical Felt Breeches of Fending (Soot Black)

No.2 Type Boots

Maleficus

Hawu'li (catboy) is wearing

Little Lady's Crown

Heirloom Jacket of Fending (Rolanberry Red)

Claws of the Beast (Rolanberry Red)

Taoist's Slops (Rolanberry Red)

Yorha Type-55 Tighboots of Fending

High Durium Sword (Rolanberry Red)

Amazing Manderville Kite Shield Replica

Menphina's Earring

Anabaseios Ring of Fending

(Credendum Ring of Fending that I forgot to remove)

Firn (second bunny) is wearing

Orthodox Hairpin of Fending

Gazelleskin Coat of Fending (Gunmetal Black)

Rakshasa Kote of Fending

Choka #55

Tyrfing

Emperor's New Shield

Azeyma's Earring

Pants can't be seen (top is too long) but he's wearing Thavnairian Thighs (Soot Black)

[girl-drink-drunk]

using he/him pronouns while dressing like the most masculine man i can think of (bruce mcculloch) and while dressing slightly more feminine is like. total bliss

[crazywolf828]

Man, you ever just realized something is so bad and like probably racist but you grew up saying it and you're like how even???

[megalo-station]

I have a tank top from when I was still in like middle school and it's gotten suddenly full of little holes and I keep thinking well maybe it's finally reaching the end of its lifespan but I hate throwing things away that I can still use so I'm wondering if I should try to mend it or if the holes appearing everywhere (not just along seams but anywhere) mean that the cloth has gotten so thin and old that it would just be a waste

[theexorcistiii]

Oh yeah does anyone know a good place to donate my old binders to since obviously I don’t need them anymore. Or any trans ppl that need binders n can’t afford them they’re both gc2b half tanks ones a tan large & the other is a white medium !

[orcelito]

Another nice thing about making boba: not only can I listen to my own music the whole time, I'm also not required to wear the uniform. So I've been guns out in my spaghetti strap tank top with my arms streaked in white powder

I think this is very sexy of me

[butchvamp]

sometimes i think about how much time/energy i waste worrying about my body & how i look and i spiral a bit. you mean to tell me there are people who just put on a tshirt and jeans and leave their house without changing 10+ times and having a breakdown about how they look before finally going to the grocery store…

[razzafrazzle]

whenever i see people draw garfield as a catgirl they always make him feminine and young. you dont understand him like i do. anyways theyre both transbians to me

[image description: a drawing of garfield and arlene from the garfield comics depicted as catgirls. garfield is depicted as a fat, light-skinned, hairy woman with short orange mullet hair, freckles, a white tank top, orange shorts, and orange sneakers, and arlene is depicted as a tall, dark-skinned woman with short curly pink hair, red lipstick, a red dress, sheer tights, and pink pumps. arlene is sitting on a countertop and looking down at garfield, who is sitting in a chair with his legs spread, picking at his teeth and smiling. the drawing is made to look as though it were a real garfield comic panel. end id]

[eudaimaniacs]

cherry (old! logan howlett x female reader)

character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)

word count: 1.7k words

warning/s: full-on smut (minors, dni). loss of virginity and age gap

notes: i have a headache from swimming yesterday but still managed to finish this in a day (so it's not proofread). i have tons of requirements to do so i may do an occasional small imagine once in a while. anyways, enjoy!

You started dating Logan six months ago, and when the conversation about sex came up, you shamefully admitted that you're still a virgin. You didn't want to look like a little girl to the older man since you knew that he had dated and slept with numerous women in the past. When you let out those three words of truth, you expected him to break up with you. However, Logan smirked and remarked how he hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time.

So, it was a matter of waiting for you to lose your virginity to Logan.

You went to your close friends for sex advice. They weren't experienced with the topic but teased that you're going to fuck an old, attractive man. With a few good luck, you readied yourself for the day Logan will take your virginity. You didn't bother searching online since watching porn made you cringe. Additionally, the boys you dated were either clueless or too eager only fuck you. Logan wasn't like them; he cared and didn't date you because you were innocent and pretty.

One night, when you stayed at Logan's house, you decided to lose your virginity finally. You wore a white lace-trimmed tank top with black pajama shorts. You used the cherry lipgloss you bought for this occasion to make the night extra special. Logan donned the wifebeater tank top you loved. His salt-and-pepper hair and beard made him extra sexy, or maybe it was the age gap.

You two cuddled on the queen-sized bed you cleaned before this night. The softness of the pillows and the blankets didn't lessen your anxiety. With you touching his chest and Logan snaking his hand around your waist, you waited for the opportunity to bring up the conversation about sex again.

"Logan, honey? I have something to ask you," you whispered as you scratched his chin.

The older man hummed in agreement as he waited for your question.

Finding the right words, you blurted out, "Are you ready to have sex with me tonight?" With wide eyes and a beating heart, you hoped Logan wouldn't notice your nervousness.

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. Logan remarked, "I'm ready when you are, princess."

Your gaze softened as Logan agreed to have sex with you. However, it dawned on you that you didn't know how to start. Were you supposed to pleasure Logan first, or is he the one who should do it first? Should you take off your clothes when does it too? Who goes first? Who comes second? Your mind raced with the inexperience you didn't bother to fix.

"What's the matter, [Y/N]?" Logan noticed that you weren't taking action. You didn't want to admit you didn't know what to do. What if Logan wasn't attracted to your inexperience? What if he hated how awkward you are at initiating sex?

You took a deep breath before admitting to Logan, "I'm n-not too s-s-sure what to do, Logan. I tried to, you know, do my research about sex. S-so I'm sorry if I seem to be aw-"

Logan cut you off before finishing to tell him the truth. He sat up and rested on the headboard. The older man commanded you to take a seat on his lap. You quickly followed and rested your head on his chest. The beat of his heart assured you that Logan would be understanding about your anxiety about sex.

"It's okay, [Y/N]. You don't have to worry about having sex for the first time. I'm here to guide you. Remember when I told you how I hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time? I want your first time to be special, [Y/N]," Logan softly whispered as he caressed your back to relieve you.

You giggled and raised your head to kiss his neck gently. Logan chuckled at your sudden, playful attitude after assuring you everything would be okay. You pushed up your chest against his, and the older man seethed as he saw your breasts.

"Look at you now. You're now teasing me with your boobs. I thought you were nervous," Logan chuckled as he massaged your butt. You gave him a beck before replying, "Maybe you cast a spell on me, honey. I got a bit fired up with that sweet talk you did."

Logan lifted your chin and saw your glossy eyes accompanied by the cherry lipgloss. Your innocence, mixed with playfulness and the cute face and outfit you had, made Logan's heart race. He couldn't believe that you trusted him to be your first time. His rough, veiny hands caress your shoulder as he toys with the thin strap of your top. Your breath hitched up at the older man's soft and sensual action. You touched his chest to support yourself and felt your pussy wanting to be touched.

You slowly rubbed your clothed vagina on his black denim jeans as Logan went under your top to grope your breasts. You let out a shaky moan as you chased your high. Logan smirked as he saw your face contorting at the newfound pleasure.

"Let me do something, princess. Lay down for me," Logan grabbed your thighs, leading you to stop rubbing your pussy against his jeans. You were unsatisfied that he prevented you from chasing your climax. However, you were equally excited about what he would do next. You lay down on the bed as Logan told you and waited for his following action.

Logan kneeled at the end of the bed and asked, "May I take off your shorts, princess?" His rough hands caress the softness of your covered thighs. You slowly nodded, not wanting to keep Logan waiting for your response. He chuckled and reassured you that he would always be patient with you. You felt Logan sliding off your black pajama shorts, and you lifted your legs for him to take it off easier. The older man sucked his teeth as the sight of your lacy pink panties appeared.

Your heart was beating fast since you were one undergarment away from exposing your pussy. Logan pushed the fabric to the side and smelled your arousal. Sweet. He slowly circled your clit and licked your pussy to taste you. Logan moaned as he ate you; he wanted to do it fast as he had never tasted a virgin pussy before. However, knowing this was your first time, he took it slow. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of Logan's tongue pleasuring you. You grabbed the bedsheets and screamed his name.

As you felt your stomach twisting, Logan stopped and wiped his lips coated with your arousal. You curved your eyebrows in disappointment as Logan continued teasing you. You whined about how he should stop it and remarked that you wanted to orgasm badly. Logan grabbed the hem of your tank top, telling you to take them off. He fondled your breasts and kissed you.

Logan shushed you and whispered, "I'm only prepping you, princess. I'm now going to give you the real thing." He stood up and unbuckled his belt for his massive penis to escape. You gasped at the length of it. How is it going to fit you? You were both hungry and scared of the enormous cock staring at you.

"Don't worry, [Y/N]. I'll take it slow, and you tell me if I need to take it out. Got it, princess?" Logan stared at your lust-filled eyes, waiting for your approval. You whispered a soft yes as you braced yourself for his length to push in. Logan grabbed your hips as he slowly entered inside of you. Your eyes suddenly opened at the foreign sensation penetrating you.

You let out a few tears but remained strong as you didn't want to embarrass yourself by tapping out. Logan saw it and whispered, "[Y/N], are you okay? Do I need to take it out?"

You shook your head and responded, "I'm okay, Lo. I need to adjust a bit to your length." Logan heartily chuckled as he rested his head beside your neck. You hugged his back and waited for the pain to subside. Taking a deep breath, you let out a small moan, signaling Logan to pick up the pace.

Logan started to thrust slowly and made sure that you weren't crying because of the pain. He lifted himself and pounded you. You grabbed his chest as you felt the shape of his dick molding your pussy. You screamed his name and told him how good it felt. Logan saw your bouncing tits and squeezed them.

"Lo-Logan, please kiss me. P-please, I need you to kiss me," you panted as you grasped the sheets. Logan leaned in to passionately kiss you. He tasted the sweetness of cherry lipgloss and let his tongue in. You scratch his back as you feel your high coming.

"I'm a-about to-fuck. I'm cumming, Logan!" You screamed as the older man quickened his pace to reach his high, too. You cried out pleasure as you felt his dick growing inside of you.

Logan hungrily kissed your neck and groaned at the sensation of your tightness. He went wild as he sensed his orgasm chasing him. You grabbed his hair to brace yourself from the immense pleasure coming.

"Let go, princess. Fuck, I'm close too. Come on, princess. Cum for me," Logan moaned as he quickly pounded for the two of you to release. You felt a wave of pleasure crashing over you as Logan did one effective thrust. You screamed out his name as your legs went numb at the pleasure.

Logan stayed inside of you as he released his cum inside of you. He pulled out to see the sheets stained with blood and your once-virgin pussy leaking with his cum. The older man kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel at your dresser to clean you up.

"How was it, princess? Was it good?" Logan asked as he gently wiped your thighs. You sat and rested your head on the board to look at him better.

You giggled and replied, "That was the best, Logan. I couldn't have asked for anything better." He softly grinned and leaned in to give you a soft, deep kiss. Logan savored the sweet taste of the cherry lipgloss. You hummed as he continued kissing you. And as the night became darker, the two of you slept soundly as the imprint of your gloss and virginity marked Logan and his warm cum filling you.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[stellartoi]

stella's try not to be attracted to straight women challenge: impossible difficulty

[silverskyeline]

ੈ♡˳ domestic life with old man logan. old man logan x gn!reader

♡ domestic life with logan is slow, peaceful. mornings involve him grumbling, tossing in the sheets as you nuzzle against his side. he's sure he'd be content here, with you, forever if he could. you draw mindless shapes on his chest and he traces his calloused fingers up and down your arm as he adjusts to the land of the living.

♡ you often find him in the kitchen in the morning, shirt unbuttoned, white tank underneath with his belt half done and a mug of coffee in his hand and his phone in the other. he's squinting at it, always insisting he doesn't need his glasses. but you place them on the bridge of his nose anyway, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek while he mumbles something about them being useless.

♡ there's not always time for home-cooked meals from him, but when there is, he'll have countless cookbooks scattered across the kitchen. pots will boil over, curses barking from his lips, a towel draped over his shoulder as he fusses over the meal he's trying so hard to make for you. he should know by now you'd be content with scraps, as long as he'll bless you with his company.

♡ on free days, you both rest on the sofa. logan is propped up with his feet on the coffee table, book in hand, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose he'll occasionally push up. you're curled up beside him, head in his lap as he rests the book on the top of your head. he cards his fingers through your hair in soothing motions, causing your eyes to flutter shut under his gentle touch. sometimes he'll read to you too, in bed, the rumbling baritone of his voice comforting you like no other.

♡ on rough days, the days logan struggles to drag his weary heavy bones from bed - you're there for him. he doesn't like to be pampered, refuses that kind of treatment no matter how hard you try, so instead you're suggestive, careful in your words - or forgo words entirely. there's a coffee waiting for him on his bedside table, there's already a bath run when he enters the bathroom, you're already on the sofa with a movie he likes ready to play when he enters the living room.

these silent admissions of love and care fill his heart with more warmth than he's known in a long time, and he wonders what he ever did to deserve you, while you think the same of him.

♡ on your rough days, logan is there every step of the way. he knows you're sick before you do, it's one of the perks of having the senses he does. he can't help but fuss over you in a way that he'd never let you return. his hand would press to your forehead continuously, checking your temperature, pulling you in against him on the bed as he insists you need to rest. a man who's lost as much as he has would never take any risks.

♡ logan is terrible at texting, but he does it for you. he'll send you an 'x' to let you know he's arrived at work safely. if you're lucky, he'll send a picture of something that reminds him of you, a place name or a dog he's passed that he knows you'll go crazy for. you're on his mind more than he'll ever admit, at least to anyone but you.

♡ he'll kiss you like a man starved when he returns home from work - or sometimes it's those slow, sensual, 'make you weak at the knees' kind of kisses, a kiss that tells you he really missed you. logan's hand will thread up your hair behind your head and take root there, his other hand a firm grip on your waist as he tastes what's his. "missed you," he'll mutter against your lips, eyes closed as if he can't face your loving gaze, like he doesn't deserve it.

for the 'old' prompt for logantober <3