Dbf!logan Just The Tip Howlett.

dbf!logan ‘just the tip’ howlett.

cws/tags: smut, mdni! dbf!logan. daddy kink. unspecified age gap. unprotected p in v.

The clock almost strikes eight in the morning when the both of you are still lazily lying around on Logan’s bed, smelling like sex and secrets.

Forbidden—but you and him are too drowned in the intoxicated water to reach back into the surface.

Neither of you cares about anything else anymore.

“I can’t,” You whine at him, jutting your lips to a pout, your eyes trailing your eyes into his hard length in front of you, “‘M gonna - have to go home.” 

“C’mon, sweets.” He pleads as he palms your naked breasts in his large palms, rolling the peaking nipples in between his fingers, “How ‘bout just the tip, baby? Jus’ give Daddy a little taste, yeah?” 

You should’ve known that Logan’s older than that myth—that card to corrupt your innocence—but his guilt is buried deep by his desire, his primal need to have you that leaves him with little to no restraints.

Your doe-eyes is the only sign that he needs. 

A mark for your submission sent him spiraling that he had to bite his left cheek to hide his smugness.

Logan’s too old for this shit.

”O-okay.” You reply in a nod, meek and quiet, “But jus’ the tip, promise?” 

Logan doesn’t care if he’s too old. 

“‘Promise, baby.” Logan murmurs as he locks his pinky with yours. 

Logan is the biggest fuckin’ liar. 

“H-ah! More!” He’s got you on all fours, your saliva drips onto his pillows as you lost your energy to keep yourself up while Logan fucks you from the back. 

He grips your sides and uses his strength to manhandle your body back and front to his hard cock.

“So good f’r Daddy, sweetheart.” He groans so deep he barely recognizes his own voice, “So fuckin’ good, baby.” 

You are getting impatient with how he’s torturing you by drawing his length so deliberately slow so he can watch your velvet walls gripping him—before thumping it back in. Logan’s never satisfied until his hips are pressed flush to the fast of your ass.

Then, he repeats the process—snapping his hips forward, leaving you moaning out a high-pitched noise as your hands uselessly clutch at the sheets. 

Logan watches with pride as he knows that he’s the one who’s able to make you feel like this. The only one. 

He bends forward, his broad figure covering your trembling back, “Tha’ my girl. So fuckin’ sweet for your old man.” The head of his cock ruts along that gummy spot inside of you, “Now, wha’ dya say to Daddy?” 

Logan hears a weak muffled answer from when your head is buried.

“Hmm? Wha’s that, baby?” 

Gently, he cups your chin to tip your head just enough so he could hear your reply.

He hears a hiccuped sob—then—“Than’ you, Daddy.”

A throaty chuckle comes out of him as he presses a kiss on your messy hair, “Wha’ a good doll y’are.

Something in the way he manhandles you—the way this feels so taboo—makes your body spasm in his hold—toes curling as you reach your peak.

Logan tightens his grip around you when he feels how your warm walls are squeezing him. 

You both feel like living in an utterly different world in this euphoria that washes over the room. 

Suddenly this is the only home you’ve ever known.

you actually dont know how important butcher handling readers daddy issues is to my devastating mental slump i am BEGGING for more

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These have been so much fun to write. Hope you enjoy anon :)

NSFW under the cut, Minors DNI!

The interaction wasn't even that bad, so to speak. Just some guy who had made an offhand comment has he walked by.

"Nice to see a girl and her father enjoying the nice weather!"

You had done a double take, stopping Terror short as he tugged on his leash. When you didn't see anyone else around, you swung your head to look at Butcher, who had also stopped short.

"Was that aimed at us?" You asked, voice shaking.

Butcher hummed, turning his head back to the path you had been walking in the park you frequented. You swore you heard him laugh as he walked a few paces ahead of you. "No one else here, love."

The interaction had rattled around your brain for the next week. It was funny, in a way, but it also made you feel some sort of way.

The dynamic wasn't new, at all. Butcher had adopted the moniker of 'daddy' with great excitement. But the actual ramifications of your relationship had started to show themselves.

The obvious age gap being the most glaring.

It had earned some odd looks, but Butcher's case of RBF usually was enough to deter any prolonged staring. To be honest, he liked it. It was just edging on taboo, barely scaping by as decent.

Butcher was old enough to be your father-hell, you had friends who's parent's were younger than him. It was dirty.

What was filthy was how much you liked it.

You loved sitting on his lap while watching TV, barely able to keep your eyes open.

You loved how he always kept a hand on you, whether that was a loose hold of your hand or a firm grip on your waist.

You loved how he guided you, both in and out of bed. How strong hands would set the pace as you rode him, mummering praise as he drove you closer to your own release.

After dinner, you grabbed Butcher's hand to lead him into the bedroom. You pushed him onto the bed, while you stood standing, making short work of taking off your clothes. He watched, enraptured.

"Like putin' on a show for me, do ya?"

You nodded as you stepped out of your panties.

Butcher smiled, sitting up and reaching out for you. You went easily, setting your naked core over the growing bulge in his jeans.

Butcher wrapped his arms around you, leaning to bit your earlobe.

"Haven' even kissed you properly yet, and you're dying for it... You just wanna make daddy feel good. Make this old man come in that pretty cunt? Know you need a man to take care of you, huh?"

You whined, tightening the grip you had around him.

"Lean back, pet. Let this old cunt take care of his pretty girl, hmm?"

#there's something so personal about the tag still on the glasses 🙂‍↕️

mercy, mercy me | logan howlett

pairing: old man!logan x younger!reader

AN: lordddd i can’t stop thinking about old man!logan and younger!reader. literally had to pace my room and smoke a cig just thinking about how i need him to baby me.

content/tags: old man!logan, implied age gap (reader is in their 20’s), angst, pet names (doll, princess, etc.), logan can’t say no to you, you make him an absolute mess!

he knows it’s wrong to be with you—he has a terrible, gut wrenching feeling about it, but logan ignores it all. you have him wrapped around your finger.

you’re his doll, his everything.

logan can’t wrap his mind around the fact that a sweet little thing like you loves a flawed man like him. he’s rough around the edges, a man who’s lost his way, but you seem to look past that.

your innocence clashes with his abrasive, standoffish demeanor. he hurts the people he loves, and manages to push them away before they get too close.

but you’re stubborn, it’s almost childish. you love him at his worst, and always will. nothing can deter you from being with logan, even if it’s himself.

“i’m too old for you, doll,” he coos, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, intertwined with his own, his skin rugged from all the fights of the past. “i don’t deserve you.”

you pout, tightening your grip around him. “don’t push me away, logan”, you murmur, pressing your face against his chest, burrowing yourself as close to him as possible.

“you don’t know what you’re sayin’,” he quips, his words sounding bitter, but his body showing otherwise. logan’s free hand moves to the back of your head, rubbing slow, soft circles that soothes you.

“i know what i want,” you whine into his chest, cheeks turning red from a combination of frustration and neediness.

“i want you, logan. i want to be with you,” you add hastily. and the heat of the moment finally gets to you, and you feel tears forming.

you stain his white button down with splotches of a faint gray; tears flowing endlessly as you continue to sob.

you’re lost in your own mind, uttering complete nonsense. don’t do this, i know what i want. i know you want this too, don’t deny it. don’t deny me.

logan’s heart completely shatters at your words. he’s silent for a brief moment, unsure how to respond.

you’re absolutely right—he wants to continue this relationship, it’s the only thing he’s got going for himself. he doesn’t want to let you go. if he did, he’d be letting a part of himself go.

he pulls you into a tight embrace, his muscular arms caging you in. logan presses a kiss against your temple, one hand pushing you further into his chest, and the other finding purchase at your hips, giving you a comforting squeeze.

“if whatever we have is wrong,” you barely manage to whimper out between your sobs, “then i don’t wanna be right.”

logan lets out a small chuckle, and you can feel his chest vibrating against you. the moment is bittersweet, but you can feel him ease up.

his mind’s now set on one thing, and he knows for certain— it’s you. and he’ll do absolutely anything for you.

“don’t worry, princess,” he lulls, leaning back so he’s able to wipe the tears away from your face.

“i’ve got you.”

Layla. Buffalo 66, movie {1998} ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

“I’m the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean?”

i love older guys that are actually cute and nice :3