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She's only 18 MDNI!!

Old!Loganhowlett x f!reader

"She said my man you know it's time to get your fingers wet"- She's only 18, the red hot chilli peppers.

TW: SMUTTTTTT, Old Logan Howlett (196 lmaoooo, sorry if you hate big age gaps this won't be for you I'm sorry) x 18 year old female reader (I am utterly insane I'm aware), unprotected p in the V (wrap it up!), pet names (kiddo, doll, baby, bub, bubba), lmk if I missed anything!

Intro- Hey! This is my first time writing on here so please be kind, felt inspired when listening to the red hot chilli peppers so here you go, hope you enjoy, if you do pls share some love!

"Makin me nostalgic baby", Logan hummed, tracing lazy circles on your upper thigh along with the beat of the music, a scratchy 'She's only 18' blasting from the old man's record player.

Logan's living room was miles far from lively, a singular tanned lounging chair sat alone in the gloomy corner of the drawing room, accompanied by a rustic side table, coated thickly in cigar ash and spilt whiskey. But there you sat, jolly as can be, bouncing on the older man's lap as if there was no tomorrow.

Logan on the other hand, kept both his hands glued tight to your hips, a lustful smile planted on his lips as you sang along to the track under your breath.

You shifted slightly on his lap, casually brushing your core against his half-hard cock, savouring the warmth that spread through your lower half as you did so. A feeble whine escaped your lips, the simple sound of which you knew would be sent straight down to the older man's dick.

And as predicted, it was.

Logan grunted lowly, his bruising grip on your hips tightening, growling under his breath he murmured to himself.

"Fucking teasing me baby" he rasped, leaning his head back against the soft plush of his lounging chair with a slam, "M' not what I used to be bub, can't go bouncing around on my lap for shits and giggles", he sighed, running his hands up your back.

But that wasn't going to stop you, your lips parted to let out a gentle moan, hands searching for the bottom of your tee frantically as you locked eyes with Logan.

"Lo-" you whispered breathlessly, grinding your hips into his, "need it". You let your hands trail down to his belt, clawing and scratching at the metal until his lips forced themselves onto yours in a bruising kiss.

"Fuck little baby" Logan groaned, pulling back from the kiss to unbuckle his belt, his eyes falling on your black lace panties, the damp spot becoming more increasingly evident by the minute. "Gotta get this shit off", with a brutal tug from Logan, your underwear fell to your ankles in a split second, exposing your glistening folds.

"All this for me, honey?" He smirked, crouching down to rake two of his fingers through your arousal, eliciting a passionate moan from you. You nodded quickly in response, watching intently as he sucked each one of his fingers clean. "Sweet as a fucking nut" he rasped, reaching down to release his hard cock, confined in his boxers.

His thick member dangled playfully in your face, dragging against your bottom lip, Logan slapped the tip against your cheek once, twice, savouring the innocent smile on your face as you encased his tip in the familiar warmth of your mouth. The old man's hips jerked instantly, forcefully grabbing your head to pry you off his manhood.

"Not like that kiddo" he groaned, helping you up off your knees, whining and pleading for a taste, "Bend over here- atta girl- thaaaaaaaat's it" he moaned as his member sunk into your pussy, the lewd sounds of your slick echoing throughout the sitting room.

Unused to the large length you had been served, your walls contracted and pushed Logan's cock forcefully, in an attempt to shove him out of your warmth. But Logan would never take no for an answer, especially if it was your sweet little kitty on the line.

"No" he groaned, punctuating each of his words with a deep thrust, "Take. It. All", you whimpered desperately, snaking your hand around to claw at his chest, "Thaaaaaaaat's it, that's my good girl, there she is" He rasped in pleasure as your walls reluctantly sucked him in.

"Lo- s-s-so good" You whined in pleasure, helplessly humping the arm rest below you, feeling your walls quickly tighten. Your small breasts hung over the side of the chair, just escaping from your black lace cami, bouncing delightfully with each punishing thrust.

"My little baby gonna come already?", Logan mused, picking up his frantic pace, "This a perfect little pussy isn't it? Sucking me in like there's no goddamn tomorrow? Should I come inside this pussy? Give her my babies she's been begging for so bad? Wanna make me a daddy honey?", Logan rambled between panting, signalling his upcoming release.

"Cmon baby make a fuckin mess!" Logan groaned as he felt your walls contract around him, your lips parting effortlessly into the perfect 'O' as Logan felt your creamy release milk his cock to perfection. He wasn't far behind mind, panting helplessly as the familiar tension in his balls began to rise, pulling out just in time to paint your lust-filled face with rope after rope of his creamy spend.

"Fuckin christ bub" He moaned, stroking himself frantically to oversenstivity. A shaky hand reached out to wipe the release off your cheeks, popping a thumb into your mouth to suck it up. "Only 18 my ass- best-" he heaved, "Best fucking girl I've ever had".

Best fucking girl he's ever had, you could get used to that, couldn't you?

Once apon a time

(I know it's not Christmas but I was looking through an old book of mine and found this, so I wrote it here)

Sanders sides a Fairy Tail about a new Christmas tradition

Once apon a time there livet a young lad out in the woods, all alone. The town hated him. every year on Christmas eve the towns people would come and throw sticks and stones at his little cabin. Because of this he would ever again leave the Forest nor his his house for that matter, not even Christmas was anything to look forward to. 'but this year will be better'

But on the stroke of Midnight, Virgil was yet not asleep no he was running around the town placing posters on every door he could find.

He was going to show them that he still had it in him

When the night of Christmas eve came. No one came.... So there the young lad stood 'they didn't even came to throw stones at me' he thought as he sat down on the steps of he's house.

He sat there with his head in his hands, but then he felt a small hand tapping his shoulder. He looked up, and there stod the whole town. "sorry if we were a little late, we got lost" said the town elder

A small boy came up to him, and gave him a teddy bear "I'm sorry for all We have done. My names Patton but you can call me Pat"

The boy looked no older then 8 years old

"the others didn't want to come, but Logan made them. Logan's the towns elder..."

Logan spoke up "and we could use a young man like you, don't worry we know what you are dear"

Virgil stod up in shock "you know I'm a wicth?"Virgil asked ready to run for his life

"we do and we don't mind, not at all" Logan said

Virgil smlies Softly "well come inside, the food should be ready soon"

request for old man! Logan please: he calls the reader his good girl for the first time in bed & he sees the instant affect it has on her

Good girl🎀

Logan’s voice is a gravelly whisper as he praises you, “You’re such a good girl for me.” The moment the words leave his lips, warmth floods your cheeks, striking a deep chord inside you. Growing up, you were often told you were a “fuck up,” and hearing him say this feels like a revelation.

You freeze for a moment, grappling with the unexpected swell of pride and vulnerability. It’s as if all those years of negativity are being washed away, yet doubt lingers in the back of your mind. Your heart races, but the words feel heavy, and you struggle to accept the affection he’s offering.

Logan’s eyes narrow slightly, picking up on the shift in your expression. “What is it?” he asks, his brow furrowing in concern. “You know you’re mine, right? My good girl.”

You swallow hard, the words tangled in your throat. You feel the familiar sting of inadequacy creeping back in, a voice in your head insisting you don’t deserve this. “I—” you stammer, the truth nearly slipping out, but it falters.

“Hey,” he urges gently, his thumb brushing along your jawline, “I need to hear you say it.”

You shake your head slightly, guilt gnawing at you. “I can’t,” you whisper, the weight of your past suffocating. “I’m just… I’m a fuck up.”

“Listen to me,” he says firmly, tilting your chin up so you can meet his gaze. “You’re not a fuck up. You’re strong, you’re brave, and you’ve fought through so much. You’re a damn good girl.”

His words linger in the air, but doubt still holds you captive. “How can you say that?” you reply, voice trembling. “I keep messing things up.”

“Everyone makes mistakes,” he reassures you, his voice steady. “It’s what we do after that counts. You keep pushing through, and that takes courage.”

You look into his eyes, searching for that truth, but the struggle within you feels insurmountable. “I’m trying,” you whisper, feeling a tear threaten to fall. “But it’s hard.”

“Just say it for me, sweetheart,” he presses, voice softening. “You’re my good girl. You need to believe it.”

With a shaky breath, you realize how much you want to embrace those words. “I… I’m your good girl,” you finally manage, the admission barely above a whisper.

“Louder,” he encourages, a warm smile breaking through his serious demeanor. “I want to hear you say it, all right?”

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your past lift slightly. “I’m your good girl,” you say, a little louder this time, the words starting to feel more comfortable as they leave your lips.

Logan’s expression brightens, satisfaction washing over him as he pulls you into a firm embrace. “Damn right you are,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. “And you always will be.”

“Do you really mean that?” you ask, searching his face for reassurance.

“Of course, I do,” he replies, his gaze intense and unwavering. “You’re everything to me. I’d never say it if I didn’t mean it. You deserve to feel that way, even when you doubt yourself.”

You lean into him, your heart swelling with a mix of relief and affection. “Thank you,” you whisper, your voice soft but sincere.

“Always,” he promises, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Now, how about we make sure you never forget it?”

“Okay,” you reply, a smile breaking through your earlier uncertainty. “I’ll try.”

“That’s my girl,” he says, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “Just remember, you’re not a fuck up—you’re my good girl.”

Requests are Open!

Can I request old man glasses wearing Logan & shy girl with a daddy kink (if you don’t mind of course because I really need that to fill a void in my life rn please and thanks) 🥺

It was a quiet Saturday morning, the kind where the world felt wrapped in a blanket of calm, and you found Logan in the kitchen, already making breakfast. His glasses perched on his nose as he flipped through the newspaper, occasionally pausing to flip a pancake. You hovered in the doorway, too shy to announce yourself, content just to watch him in these small, intimate moments. Finally, he noticed you and raised an eyebrow.

“You gonna keep hidin’, or you want some breakfast, darlin’?” he asked with a hint of a smirk.

You shuffled over, playing with the edge of your sweater, and mumbled, “If… if you don’t mind, daddy.” The title slipped out, quiet but sincere, and you felt your cheeks heat up instantly.

Logan’s expression softened, his smirk fading into a small, affectionate smile. “Don’t need to be shy ‘bout that,” he murmured, reaching out to ruffle your hair before handing you a plate. “Go on, eat up.”

As the day went on, you both found yourselves outside, tending to the garden. Logan would pass you tools, occasionally grumbling about weeds, and you’d laugh quietly at his grouchy commentary. When he paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, you noticed his glasses sliding down his nose and smiled, reaching over to gently push them back up.

“There,” you said softly, a little embarrassed but determined. “Can’t have you squinting, daddy.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Guess I’m gettin’ old if I need you to keep me in line,” he teased, but there was warmth in his voice, a softness he saved just for you. “Guess that makes you my helper, huh?”

As the evening settled in, you both sat together on the porch, watching the sunset in comfortable silence. Logan draped a warm blanket over your shoulders, pulling you close against his side as he adjusted his glasses to look out at the stars. You curled up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

After a long pause, you murmured, “Thanks for today, daddy.” It was barely more than a whisper, and it still made you feel bashful, but with Logan, it always felt natural. He just squeezed your shoulder, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet night.

“Anytime, darlin’. Just right here with ya.”

Requests are Open!