Tep-ad! LOGAN HOWLETT.

𝓢tep-𝓓ad!݁ ˖ ✦ ૮ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა LOGAN HOWLETT.

step-dad logan and his pervy step-daughter, headcanons. — content warning age gap. step-content. nsfw. both characters are of the age of consent. 18+ only.

when first introduced to you, your step-father seemed to despise you. he was cold, short-spoken, distant-- and it made you crave his approval. like you were a stubborn teen again, rebellious and feeling as if you have to prove yourself, you made it your life's mission to make logan howlett warm up to you.

despite this, he's never to be seen. always out of the house when you're around, sleeping when you're awake, already off for work when you are-- rushing out when you do manage to corner him, grumbling claims of forgot to do this's and need to fix somethin's. he's perpetually unreachable; unavailable. there's never a moment where the two of you are in a room together for longer than 30 seconds, and it physically pains you. it pains you, until you realize it's not pain, what you're feeling, but jealousy. want. there's a carnal need blooming inside of you, one that soaks your underwear without realizing and has you rubbing your thighs together at every thought that builds about the man. you know it's wrong, and the fact makes it all that much hotter for you.

and, logan's made it his life goal to maintain the dynamic he's built. the distance. because, for the love of god, he doesn't know what he's gotten himself into-- no-- whats gotten into him, why he can't stop ogling his step-daughter from afar. why she plagues his dreams, his every thought, consuming him so much he barely spends any time in the house anymore. it doesn't help him, the way you stare at him, hungry, lust-filled eyes trailing his every step, tracking every movement he makes. to god, he swears his patience is being tested.

and boy, what a test you were. prancing around, day and night, looking oh so tempting. in your mind, you best efforts to get his attention has failed, but you don't see the way he palms himself in his car after passing by you in the garage, a frail attempt to calm himself down-- or the way he whips his dick out after catching a whiff of your perfume, hurriedly jacking himself off in shame as he pictures you enveloping him in that sweet, youthful scent.

he thinks he's done a good job, hiding his feelings. he prides himself in the way he's buried them down, deep down, never acting upon them. he thinks, theres no way you could know about the way he's feeling. there's nothing more he wants than to maintain a relatively normal life, and he's done that. doesn't need to fuck it up with perverse thoughts about his girlfriend's daughter. but, one look-- just one, curt look-- a miscalculated, lust-filled look, and you've caught on; and there's no turning back from there.

you'll do anything for a moment with him. volunteering to fix his drinks for him at night, lingering touches to his arm and bicep, hovering around the rooms he frequents just to flaunt your new, skimpy outfits you've bought with his money while driving his car inside of his house. shamefully, he returns the favor, buying you foods he knows you like and stocking the pantry with them, leaving gifts for you on your bed-- neatly wrapped, pink and white and red lingerie of a quality you're not even sure he's able to afford. he sits next to you, at dinner, foot nudging against yours, shares blankets with you when you've put on a movie and your mother is gone so you can both ignore the grip he's got on your thigh, inching higher and higher up and closing in on the one place he refuses to touch.

you assure your friends that you're just close, he's not a weirdo, i'd never let my mother date him! when his friends point out how close the two of you have gotten, so quickly, he blames the lack of father figure in your life. says you just crave that sense of authority, and he gives it off naturally, he can't help it. they all shrug it off. there's no evidence of anything else going on, anyway-- and your mother is just clueless to what goes on between you two.

it remains like that for a while, careful touches and acts of kindness that keep the tension thick and suffocating until you've had enough of it.

it takes two, you've always been told. so it wasn't exactly just your fault when logans' last thread of honor snaps at the sight of you; dolled up just for him-- a fleeting sight, before disappearing into your room. it's not just your fault when he follows in after, pinning you to the soft mattress of your bed and forcing the lingerie he bought you off of your body. it's not just your fault, when he fucks you-- nice and good and hard, hand covering your mouth, pants half-way down his thighs amidst the rush. "want me to be your dad, huh, girlie? wan' daddy to fuck you an' teach you a lession?" and all you can do is babble yes, yes fuck yes's until you're begging for your daddy to give you his cum.

"don't know what you're doin' to me, babygirl. can't help but fuck this pretty little pussy."

"gonna let dad cum in you again? gonna let me make you a momma?"

when people question your relationship: the way he makes you sit on his lap, the way you chant his name all day long, dad, dad, dad, he just says him and his girl are close. says nothin's abnormal about the way you kiss his cheek too frequently, or that way he holds you in the streets, a vice grip around your waist as he protects his little girl from the dangers of the road. the way you sip at his drinks at his command, loose and pliant to his words so he can haul you home in a hurry and pretend like you've drank more than you can handle so he can sink his thick cock into his princess's little pussy, watch her mewl from below him and whisper how much she loves her daddy.

THIS IS SICK

OKAY HM.

used to pray for times like this

challengers is on prime 😋😋

the fingers in the mouth 😣

GROTESQUERIE 1.04

he’s such a freak ????