#DO THE DILF

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

@windchaser I was reminded of how Mars' said they'd let Ithildin top them and I cannot stop thinking about it I needed to share this because I am deceased.

[reginalusus]

Might have to click for detail.

Terrible and fucked up AU where after Harvey kills Jason's dad for being a dick, he becomes his new dad(s). (This is just an excuse to draw Harvey with baby Jason).

Bluesky Ko-Fi

[jedluvsolder]

He has the cutest smile too

[moechies]

forced intoxication w toji 🍬

“t-toji.. no more.. m-m already dizzy..”

“cmon. jus one more sip.”

he presses the tip of the beer bottle to your lips yet again, holding your cheeks gently with one hand, forcing the liquid to lure down your throat.

“there you go, that’s a good girl.”

your vision was blurred, breath labored. you were barely able to locate the man in front of you, nonetheless see his face.

“d-daddy i.. i..”

“s okay baby. i got you. shh,”

he picks you up, cradling him in your arms whilst rubbing sweet circles around your hot hips.

“n—no i.. i need y-you.. need you to t-take care of me… ‘t hurts down there..”

“of course you do,” he chuckles,

“my princess is jus a dirty little girl isn’t she?”

[dilfgp]

Max went stratospheric and put the shitbox on pole and GP is just 🤓🤓🤓 going through the data…

That’s my emotional support dilf and I love him dearly.

[jeremyironsgf]

lucky students

[jesuistrestriste]

free use dilf donaldson who never gets to cum but thanks you after each orgasm he provides u 😋

he absolutely and wholeheartedly only lives for your pleasure. he gives up his body freely to you so that you can use it however you want—after a while of this, he actually forgets what it feels like to orgasm (but he doesn’t even care).

every time you ride his cock like one of your silicone dildos, he follows your lead and will let you pull his limbs where you want them. just like a puppet. you want him rubbing you down there while you’re splitting yourself open on his girthy inches? no problem. you want him fondling your thighs or your ass? cool. you wanna stop and use his mouth instead? done. no arguments from him !

and when your insides start to convulse around his lapping, rolling tongue or his dick, he just lets you ride it out however you want. art knows all the best ways to prolong your climaxes, so he’s more than happy to help you.

all you get after it’s said-and-done is a dopey moan and his lidded blues searching your face for any sign of approval.

“thank you, thank you, thank you for using me,” he whines, his back arching and trembling, “i love it when you use me to cum.”

[dinkybirb]

shanks, mihawk, crocodile & doflamingo all have their what if babies, but what about buggy, huh? girl dad buggy is REAL ( to me )

anyway her name's Muggy and she's basically just a mash up of all these characters:

but really the biggest insp was Mr Mime and Mime Jr; i thought it would be cute if she took the mime route of clownery to counter Buggy's flashily loud personality

[lacebird]

"Did you really believe I did not see it"

[jedluvsolder]

They’re just NOT it

[moechies]

toji + crybabie

toji trying to be sweet to his sensitive baby, trying to be gentle and soft like he knows you like it! 🎀

“hold your breath baby, daddy’s gonna put it in now, yeah?” his hot tip presses against your slicked up cunt, hearing it squelch against you.

“d-daddy..! wait, m-m scared.! can you.. hold my hand ple-please..!”

his chuckle embarrasses you, afraid that he might reject your needy request.

“course darlin,’”

and he swears, the way you eyes light up at his praise makes the ache in his cock even more painful.

he presses his hand into the sheet, intertwining his fingers with yours before pressing a kiss to your cheek, earning a whimper.

“gunna push in now yeah? cant keep teasin’ me like this, ‘s so hard it hurts baby.”

[reveluving]

Hello how are you? 😊 I have something in mind for the movie triple frontier 

Like imagine Ben Miller x girlfriend shy reader and both your infant son is a mommy boy, waiting Ben after the MMA fights, being both his good luck charms

a/n: Baby, I've been busy. But overall? Pretty swell, thank you for asking! And this ask? A Benny ask with a shy!reader? With a child??? FAWK, it made my entire WEEK(S), so I cannot thank you enough! 😭❤️ Hope you don't mind me making them husband & wife instead, and take care!

warnings: lovestruck benny, fluffy family-focused, brief mma-level violence & explicit language!

» fancy reading another triple frontier fic? check out the m.list!

“Alright, alright, make way, comin’ through.” Frankie demanded, with him on the left and Santiago on the right as they kept you in the middle.

The two stayed vigilant, ensuring no one was close enough to bump into you, let alone your bundle of joy slung to your chest. When one did stand too close, despite accidentally, Santiago hissed, “Watch it.”

You chuckled, already used to their rugged behaviour because it was all to keep you unharmed.

Completely unharmed.

Despite the curious eyes that weighed on you, yours remained on his—Bubba’s, rubbing his back and making silly faces at him, with him none the wiser of anything beyond his mother’s presence, given the baby earmuffs on him. Instead, he reacted to your attention excitedly, displaying his gummy smile.

Will was already at the front row seats when you arrived, giving you a side hug and asking you about your and Bubba’s wellbeing like the protective brother-in-law he was.

“Hey, lil’ man, you hangin’ in there?” Will smiled at his nephew. Despite the earmuffs, he immediately recognized his uncle and squirmed against your chest, gurgling. Will, letting out a deep and hearty laugh, gently ruffled Bubba’s baby hair before offering to hold him, “C’mon.”

You loosened the carrier, and Will took Bubba into his arms, and as if on cue, in came the boisterous announcement on the microphone, “I bring you, Ben Miller!”

Many cheered, some booed, but you? You just couldn’t wipe the lovestruck smile on your face, watching him enter the arena, carrying himself with sheer confidence that whether one was a fan or not, they couldn’t deny the aura he exuded. 

If anything, Benny basked in the jeers, because his wins, many in a row, said it all. Plus, he was the lucky son of a gun blessed with a wife to die for, a son he couldn’t be any prouder of, and the best ride-or-die group in his circle. He couldn’t ask for more than that.

He looked past the crowd’s outstretched hands for taps and middle fingers of his rivals’ fans, searching for the eyes that would hold so much love for him, like he had hung the moon for her—for you—which he found amusing because he would stare at you the same way, though, bolder than your bashfulness could muster.

It wouldn’t take long to find you, kudos to his brother for saving the front-row seats way earlier, and he made sure to keep his eyes on you as he took off his shirt. Tossing the fabric onto the seats near you, he immediately pulled you into his chest, his smile widening upon watching a shy one gracing your lips, even more so as the spectators whooped at the mushy display.

He greeted you with that flirty tone of his, “You taken, pretty girl?”

Benny’s smile morphed into a grin, pumped up like the tournament was nothing more than another typical Tuesday to conquer and bring home victory to his beloved family. 

The uncontrollable bundle of excitement in his brother’s arms caught his eye, and Benny was quick to scoop his son into his arms. 

Benny couldn't be any happier, being in his element with the people he truly cared for. With his son in one arm, the other around you. He let Bubba tap his little pudgy hands on his stubbled face, his babbles of ‘ma ma ma’ soothing like a balm, before kissing his forehead, then turned his attention to you.

“Watch me.” He whispered in your ear.

“Always.” You replied, kissing his cheek, and Benny quickly closed the gap between you for a kiss. Benny, with his bulky boxing glove, had the courtesy to block the view of where your lips touched from the crowd, giving you some sense of privacy, despite the knowing cheers from the onlookers.

He couldn't help with his own amusement, seeing you press your face into his shoulder before planting a little kiss on his son's forehead, and just like that, his good luck charm, despite already being activated from the moment you walked in with Bubba, was now cranked to the max.

Ever the charmer, Benny flexed his muscles for you, even as he ascended the steps and into the cage backwards, and even then, even as he faced his rival, the smile never left his face. Just more… evil. More sinister, like he had already seen the outcome of the fight, and as he delivered the first sharp swing, Benny knew, like usual, his good luck charm has never, and will never fail him.

His focus only strayed during the one-minute breaks, looking over to see you holding Bubba, his little tiger, giving him reassuring smiles and mouthing ‘I love you’s and ‘you can do it’s, and he believed you. 

He always does.

And Bubba? Oh, Bubba, watching the little man bounce on your lap like there was no tomorrow, not only having his sweet mother holding him close but also watching his father being cool. Who cares about a bunch of guys heckling him beyond the cage when he had his son’s support?

Before he knew it, with determination coursing through his veins, plus his rival’s attempts to embarrass him for being a softie before the fight rang in his head, the announcer hailed Benny as the winner and raised his arm, prompting the spectators to go wild the same way they did when he knocked his opponent out. 

And even with his weary muscles and bones, he sought after you, just like you did him, Carelessly throwing the towel he used to wipe his sweat to the side to meet you in the middle for a kiss. He sighed as he pulled you against him, only breaking the kiss when Frankie and Pope approached, plus Will with Bubba before passing him to his brother.

Bubba giggled as Benny rubbed his forehead against his, then made grabby hands for you. Benny chuckled, “Always wants his mama, just like his old man.”

You smiled warmly, picking Bubba up before snuggling into your husband’s side and partially hiding from the crowd, “Clingy boys.”

“Your clingy boys.” He corrected with a grin before leaning in for another kiss.

Benny could have all the wins he could want, if and only if he did it all for you.

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a/n: I enjoyed making this so, so, so, so damn much, it only took me a day HEHE! Don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

[deliciousnecks]

wwdits ;; alternate ending

[fraternum-momentum]

fellas is it normal to get reminded of ur wife when u see ur kid's schoolmate

feat. @wreckowafer 's arin \(⌒_⌒)

bonus:

[vainilladietcoke]

[the-bat-bros]

Almost at 300 followers so uh thanks I guess 😅.

Here have some panels from BWFA of Bruce being a good dad.

Then Bruce says “I know you will.” And I cried a little bit 🥹.