I Need To Kiss Him!!!!!! - Tumblr Posts
I wanna kiss his smile lines and tell him he's doing a great job.
I cant contain my heart I love this man. I fucking love this sad goober of a vampireðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
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old man logan thoughts & musings pt. 3
note: give me old man logan being angry and rough and unable to see softness in his life. give me old man logan who loves the reader with his entire being, even if that being is bloody and brutal. give me the reader who bites just as much as he does only to show they understand his love language. they get it. and they accept it. also i just wanna love that feral man so much.
warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY, rough old man logan.
Old man Logan manhandling you with a rough hand that should send fear down your spine, but it only serves to make you smile. He’s your guard dog, your protector, and so what if he bites you as well. You have grown fond of feeling the pain of his mouth; a reminder that he loves you in ways no one else could.
Old man Logan who likes to see hear the soft yelp slip past your parted lips as he grips your hips with calloused hands. They are war torn and aged with cruelty but you don’t mind how he yanks you against him with the intent of love. If you’re lucky he’ll sear his fingerprints into your skin, claim you as his with the type of permanence that leaves you breathless.
Old man Logan who has his fingers dug into the back of your neck hard enough to leave indents of his blunt nails on your skin. Because it’s easier to hold you this way as he pounds into you from behind. The cries of incoherent bliss muffled by the thickness of the three fingers he stuffed down your throat. He likes to see you drool, so you open up just a bit more solely for him.
Old man Logan who takes and takes until you’ve got nothing left to give. He is mean and grumpy and yes you’re his princess but that comes with a fucking price. You smile at him anyways, sweet enough to rot his bloodied snarl, and ask him to do it again.
Old man Logan who lets you sink your teeth into his scarred skin. He has suffered wounds you could never imagine and time is cruel enough to steal his ability to heal. But when he glances in his shitty mirror hung above the sink, he grins at the purple and red teeth marks imprinted on his skin. A brand from the one he loves.
Old man Logan who would lay down his life for you, who would kill for you, all to appease the selfish ache gnawing at the pit of his stomach. Only for you to cup his face, kiss him until spit slides down the front his throat, and whisper how you’ve never been more proud against his mouth.
you actually dont know how important butcher handling readers daddy issues is to my devastating mental slump i am BEGGING for more
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!
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?"