Sometimes, you just really wanna be fucked stupid by an older man with big arms, thick fingers, crows feet, and gray streaks in his hair.

p links with logan howlett part 2

Old man Logan having you on his lap after a long day. His feet propped up on the table Infront, as the cigar hangs loose between his teeth.

One hand on your thigh, softly kneading the flesh. Feeling how it molds into whatever way he grips. Using his other hand to brush your cheek while you tell him about your day.

"Yeah? My sweet girl did so much today", his gravelly voice would praise. Using the thumb to push into your cheek. Making the apple of it rise as one of your eyes closes from the pressure. And he finds that so fucking adorable.

"My baby deserves a prize for that, doesn't she?"

Off Camera II |l. howlett| nsfw

𐙚⋆˙j’s note: this was lowkey inspired by a mutual whom i adore deeply. warning: hinted age gap﹒nsfw

you hold out your hand, admiring the sparkly pink of your nails, each one decked out with tiny rhinestones, bows, and little hearts. grinning, you nudge logan’s arm, holding your hand up next to his.

“look at my claws, lo,” you wiggle your fingers with a flourish. “pretty and dangerous. bet you’re scared huh?” logan glances down, giving a grunt. “terrified. you gonna claw me to death with those?”

“i might,” you reply, batting your lashes. “you’d be my very first victim, you know. don’t think you could handle it.” at this, logan huffs a breath, crossing his arms. he looks down at your nails again, then back up at you with that deadpan, ‘old man that has seen too all’ look. “that so?” he reaches out to gently hold your hand, the rough callous of his thumb brushing over the tiny pink bow. “well bub, they’re cute, i’ll give ya that.” there’s a softness in his eyes as he gives the verdict, lips twitching up ever so slightly. you rest your other hand on his chest, tapping one glittery nail over his heart.

“bet you never thought you’d end up with a girl with pink acrylic claws, huh?” at this, logan chuckles, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “nope. but i can’t say i mind.”

later that night, while he’s pounding into your cunt, you end up leaving numerous scratches on his back after all… though he doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

i’m so DRUNK and i can’t stop thinking about pervy!logan not being able to keep his hands off of you.

“c’mon doll, it tickles huh?” he’d ask as his eyes bore into yours, and you couldn’t help but feel flustered, breaking the eye contact.

“mhm, yeahh”, you giggle out, face flushed a bright shade of pink as his hand creeps further up your skirt.

his hands make their way to your panties, the rough pads of his fingers feeling the fabric all soaked up, fingers lazily playing at your clit.

“feels good, princess?” he coos into your ears, his beard tickling your ears which were just as red as your face.

“y-yes,” you barely manage to get out, tilting back your head, tightly shutting your eyes in pleasure.

“look at my girl, enjoying herself,” he grumbles, continuing to rub circles on your clit. “dirty little thing…”

“y’like when your old man plays with your princess parts, doll?” he teases, his fingers pushing harder against you, bringing you closer to your breaking point.

you hastily nod your head yes, but logan lets out a tsk, showing his disapproval.

“words, bub,” he demands, punctuating his words by accelerating the pace of his fingers, the circles he’d rub on your clit getting tighter and tighter.

“oh fuck,” you whine, feeling yourself falter beneath him, the knot in your belly about to snap. “y-yes, daddy,” you cry out.

“good girl, good fuckin’ girl.”

guys im lowkey surprised this is doing well and that there’s no typos lolol maybe i need to get drunk more often and write to get more ideas like this ummm…!!

but yea ddlg old man!logan hehe:3 i need this man to absolutely baby me and hold me in his arms and call me his princess aaaahhhh >_<

just got home from vacation, so i will post the ddlg smut later tonight or tomorrow for yallllllll, reply below if u wanna be tagged in the post <3