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.

one of these nights | logan howlett

you’re sprawled out on the couch, cozy with your head rested on his lap. he’s seated, reading a book, elbow propped up against the armrest, prescription glasses slowly drooping down his nose bridge.

with his free hand, he’s playing with your hair, ruffling it up the same way you do with his. his fingers intertwine lazily with your hair, twisting at the strands that frame your face

“c’mon logan!” you whine, pushing his hands away playfully, “i just curled my hair, wanted to look nice for you”, you quipped, emphasizing the last word by nuzzling your face deeper into the plush of his thighs in frustration.

motel six

GLORY BOX | old man!logan x fem!reader

summary: calling old man!logan daddy for the first time ever…

content warnings/tags: smut! mdni. literally porn with no plot or whatsoever. old man!logan. unspecified age gap. stressed reader. established relationship (surprising). soft daddy dom!logan. sub!reader. daddy kink. dd/lg undertones. subspaces. pet names (princess, little girl, etc). unprotected p in v. slight breeding kink. barely proofread. wc: 1,3k 

All the work you’ve been having these past weeks is knocking you out, mentally and physically. The sight of never-ending paperwork before you makes you want to throw your dinner up to the desk. Although you know it’s not healthy to push yourself like this—you just couldn’t help it. Your anxieties are always eating you and forcing you to do this and that subconsciously. 

Luckily, Logan always notices when you’re tiring yourself to death. His love comes in many forms, one being taking care of you. He always takes care of you at the price of nothing. 

Well, maybe one or two things. 

like just imagine sitting in his lap, all cozied up, wrapped perfectly between his muscular arms. thinking about his calloused fingers molding the flesh of your ass, firmly holding you still against him.

you shy away from him, pressing your face against his chest as his hands continue to work at your ass. his muscles tensing as you slowly grind against him, hesitant in giving into your aching desires.

he bring his hands up to cup your face, tracing his thumb against your bottom lip. his salt-and-pepper beard tickles your face as he showers you in gentle kisses.

“don’t be shy, princess.” he murmurs, his thumb slipping into your mouth, and your tongue wraps around him. you hollow your cheeks, and the wanton pop that follows when you release him slices the tension in the air.

“look at me.” he commands, tipping your chin upwards, and you look right at him through your mascara clumped eyelashes.

your vision is hazy, brain is fuzzy—but one thing’s for sure, you need him, carnally. your eyes almost light up when you spot the smirk forming at the corner of his mouth, seeing how in awe you are from the slightest touch from him.

“there you are, kiddo” he coos, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “there’s my princess.”

I needed this picture on my blog cause I keep thinking about it nonstop. 7 days and 7 nights. 25/8. He’s too fucking fine. I probably have every picture of old man! logan w/the black & white aesthetic saved on Pinterest, but this one is probably my favorite from that era. #Need dat old man bad.