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He's going to jump on your lap soon.
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oldmanlenz · 3 months
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(( The urge to make WIR/Sugar Rush AU with the goofs on this blog is strong ))
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oldmanlenz · 4 months
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I Looked Up
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oldmanlenz · 5 months
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Your daily dose of cat memes
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oldmanlenz · 5 months
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02-12-2022
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oldmanlenz · 5 months
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꧁𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒕꧂
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ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
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oldmanlenz · 5 months
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Merry almost (Black) Christmas!
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oldmanlenz · 5 months
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A pair of lips belonging to a rather sweaty but familiar face slowly inched close to the elderly man attempting to read a magazine whilst sitting on the sofa, riddled with cat hair. Little Claude Jr. Took this opportunity to use Billy as a ladder to easily access the cozy sitting place: clawing his way up his legs and back before falling off his shoulder with a 'pomf'.
"Ohhh, my pretty.. pretty piglet... would- mheheh... would you be Quite Interested-" he emphasized in a british accent, "in giving my- pfft." The old man snorted, simply unable to finish his sentence without laughing at it himself; Elouise was beginning to smirk as well but trying to keep his face straight.
"My..." again, he couldn't fully finish what he wanted to say without wheezing and breaking into a giggle fit, which was starting to contaminate the other.
"Ah-hass hair-" he snorted inbetween giggles, which intensified by the moment "g-giving my ass hair braids..." he finally managed to laugh out, now fully leaning into the sofa for support as he was beginning to crack, with his partner not too far off either as his grip on the magazine was becoming increasingly shakier as he had lost all focus the more the other spoke, he eventually just had to put it down to properly allow himself a laugh.
'You two degenerates.' Spoke Maxwell condescendingly from within the headspace,
'We are!' Barked back Elis in the headspace as he kept laughing while fronting.
"Yy...you stupid bitch-" Elis breathed in-between gasps of air, attempting to compose himself (and doing a not-so great job at it). He made the mistake of speaking out loud instead of the usual inner-talking, as he meant those words for his nosy headmate but, well.
Of course, Billy thought those words were meant to refer to him. Oh, he wanted to play tough? It was on.
"Ohhhh..." said he in an exaggerated 'shocked' tone. "Am I, now? Ya cunt." He chuckled, Elis tried to explain his mistake on the matter, but it was too late! Now the Moaner's face inched closer to the other's. The magazine had lost all the attention it previously basked on as it carelessly got dropped on the floor as the man welcomed the other crawling his way into the sofa from behind, into his embrace.
"You..." Billy growled, though his tone was playful, "you are a filthy cunt! Filthy! Cocksucker!" His wording was obscene, one could even say aggressive, but his tone was endearing and jolly.
It was no use arguing with him about his innocence now. He had initiated another swear-fight and Billy would not be satisfied until it was over.
"And you are a dickhead!! Pussy! Ass-licker!" Elis barked back, his tone ever so slightly raising. He didn't often yell or speak loudly at all in constrast to Billy, whom would scream, sing, make noises and overall loudly talk.
It was somewhat strange to see, yes. An elderly couple practically insulting eachother lovingly as they...? Aggressively cuddled? Wrestled? It tended to be complex. Both of them enjoyed physical and sensory overstimulation- and this went beyond any sexual aspects. It was funny in a way- neither could handle being overwhelmed while out in public, but the moment it was just the two of them causing that overwhelming feeling again by practically play-fighting, it felt nice. Tiring afterwards, but nice.
Meanwhile, Claude Jr. Made it his personal mission now to remain seated in his rightful spot. No matter how much these two geriatrics he called dads brawled on his cozy couch.
No sir. He was not getting out of this sofa.
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oldmanlenz · 5 months
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Help i genuinely cannot believe i started like a whole geriatric movement of sorts in the slasher fandom with my old man billy content
You guys can finally see my vision with my old man love yaypiee
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oldmanlenz · 5 months
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The old man stared intently at the smudged old computer screen. He was still getting used to all this 'internet' stuff.
"Want... billy wants th- I want the blue kitten shirt... how do I- I need the kitten shirt. How do I- oh here we go." He clicked on the image. It opened fully. He stared at the screen expectantly.
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Wasn't it supposed to take him to the page where this shirt was sold? Was his computer broken? He hadn't even ejaculated on the keyboard this time!
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oldmanlenz · 5 months
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Dilf Billy Wardrobe
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