#major dilf

[fuckkyourlife]

IM A FUCKING DOG FOR THIS MAN

gif credits to @noisylovepatrol

[arcadechan]

Emperor Supreme, Burn the Witch; Crimson Heel, Kiliman Torre. He has a magical affinity for fire, dresses like a cowboy and lives in a castle, and is a dedicated family man. He serves the Basalt Hall coven.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hellooo! May I ask for headcanons of Jjk men with a clingy bimbo reader??? Loved the one you made about Tokyo revengers men🙏❤️

JJK x Clingy!Bimbo!Reader

♡ SFW, a bit NSFW but not anything super graphic, fem reader, ass slapping + thigh worship, slight Perv!Higuruma, mentions of Gojo and Itadori ♡

Characters: Nanami, Higuruma, Ijichi

note: thanks for requesting anon 🩷 you didn't specify which characters, so I picked 3 random characters just like I did with my tr headcanons. If you want a specific set of characters, don't hesitate to ask tho 🌸

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Nanami

⌚ Loves the affection you give him and hates having to leave you to go to work

⌚ Gets flustered when you say inappropriate things (you don't mean for them to sound inappropriate tho)

⌚ Adores your thighs and likes to squeeze and smack them (lightly of course because he doesn't want to hurt you)

⌚ Talks about you nonstop to Gojo and Itadori, Gojo knows you're a bimbo (because he's one too) and is constantly joking with Nanami about going for the "pretty but not so smart" one

Higuruma

⚖️ Always smacks your ass before he leaves for work (he says it's for good luck)

⚖️ He gets hard whenever you sit on his lap

⚖️ You drive this man crazy and don't even realize it

⚖️ Loves that you cling to him and despite seeming distant, he's just as affectionate as you are

Ijichi

👓 Always nervous around you, but he's an absolute sweetheart

👓 Worships the ground you walk on fr

👓 Scolds Gojo for making dirty jokes around you, even though you don't understand them anyway

👓 Takes as many days off as possible to spend time with you and take you on cute little dates (he'd plan dates weeks in advance too)

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[catspawcreates]

CW: Suggestive. Sketch to finish Kill Code tinder profile pic #4

I wanted the cheesiest profile pictures so I had to include gratuitous rose in the mouth. Somehow I got the eyes just right and after tracing a rose (because I’m terrible at them) it all fell into place.

I love kBelle’s idea that Kill Code asked Monty for advice since he was dating Earth. Monty’s advice? “Animal prints.” 😹

[ourtubahero-blog]

Why have I never seen this pic of Baby Angel Sheen?

[nothingpersonalkid]

I'm tired of pretending Bayverse Optimus isn't hot HE'S A DILF, I REST MY CASE!!

[conceptofjoy]

important questions… do alpha dave and rose qualify as dilf milf what ever despite not living in the same time period as they kids

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Hey new to the blog and let me just say I am blown away! Love your writing!

I noticed you write a lot for Miguel which is amazing but have you thought about writing for Peter B Parker? I think you could do some great stuff with him.

Anyway my request is could you do a story with either Miguel or Peter B (if your willing to write with him) where they used to babysit for some cash when they where younger and one of the kids they had to babysit for was fem!reader?

Now meeting reader again years later she is all grown up and she confesses how he was her first crush? And that leads to them flirting and then some NSFW smut? Maybe some phrasing and teasing like calling her a dirty girl?

you know what, yeah Peter is a dilf and I love fucking dilfs CW: smut, a bit of a age difference (like 6 years), cheating (peter cheats on his wife with you), car sex, dirty talk, reader is 29 and Peter is 35, Peter is a dilf, NSFW 18+ MDNI A/N: pretend they ran into each other at a coffee shop I'm too lazy to add in the background ahaha

Fucking my old babysitter

"Peter? Peter, is that you?" you asked him, tapping his shoulder. The man named Peter turns around, blinking down at you. Yup, that's him, your old babysitter. Instead of a youthful face, he's got a scruffy beard and bags beneath his eyes, slight wrinkling along his forehead.

You and your older brother's babysitter. Well, technically your brother was supposed to be your babysitter and should be able to be left alone by himself since he was old enough, but your parents couldn't trust him.

Not after he accidentally set water on fire. How did he achieve that? No one knows.

Around those many years ago, you were nine, and both your brother and Peter were fifteen. Now, you had one of those silly crushes on Peter, and Peter just saw you as a sweet kid he babysat. Your parents chose him because he was a good kid and was not only trust worthy, but a good influence.

He had a girlfriend who would come by sometimes and play with you or do your hair the way you like it. Her name was MJ and you always liked it when she came over, even if you were jealous that she was dating Peter. But come on. You were a little kid and Peter was in his teens.

Did you really think he would feel the same way about you?

Well, you're 29 now, and he's 35.

Both adults.

And that wedding ring on his finger doesn't bother you.

Peter smiles nervously, chucking a bit. "Hey...you." Yeah, he clearly doesn't remember you.

"It's me. (reader)," you say, bumping hips with him lightly. Peter lights up at your name, smiling brightly.

"Oh my god! Hey!" he laughs, pulling you in for a hug. You squeeze him, allowing your finger tips to linger on his body for a moment before fully backing away. Peter eyes you up and down with his champagne colored orbs, his smile never faltering. "God, how long has it been?"

"20 years, I believe?"

Once again, Peter eyes you up and down, his eyes on your chest a bit too long before returning to your face. "Wow, you look amazing."

"I know," you chuckle. "You don't look bad yourself."

The two of you find a table to sit at and catch up. Peter informs you of how he's gone to college to become a journalist and married MJ straight out of college, and he's now a father of one. He's showing you many photos of his new baby, gushing over them and explaining to you what each one is and how old she was in each photo. He can only go by months since she just turned one.

You tell him about your time in nursing school and how you plan on aiming for your master's degree. You have a boyfriend, but you leave that detail out.

Because god, did Peter B Parker age like fine wine.

"Okay, I have something to confess, and you have to promise not to make fun of me," you said.

"That depends," he responds with a cheeky grin. Peter is known for his silly jokes, of course.

You roll your eyes, chuckling a bit. "Okay, well, I used to have a crush on you when I was younger."

"Who wouldn't have a crush on me? I'm a catch!"

"No, Peter, I'm being serious." God, he's so silly. Makes you want to drop to your knees and suck him off. "I used to have a crush on you when I was younger." Heat rises on your cheeks a bit as you say, "And I think I still do."

Peter blinks, anything he could possibly say dying on his tongue. He brings his hands to his lap, twirling his wedding ring around on his finger. It weighs heavy on his finger and he's tempted to take it off, but then he'll be falling into his own temptations.

Giving in of having you.

You caught his eye when you first walked into the coffee shop, but he didn't know who you were at first. He felt guilty for even thinking of some other woman, and finding out it was someone he used to baby sit made him mentally kick himself.

But you're all grown up. You're a full grown woman now.

And you're leaning in, finger tips lightly grazing his hairy forearm. Your heart shape lips curl into a smile, battering your pretty lashes up at him.

"Got nothing to say?" you whisper, devious lips twitching. Your tongue darts out to wet them, the skin glistening beneath the lights. "Are you perhaps," you pulls his arm out from under the table and gently remove his wedding band off slowly, "having the same thoughts I am? Right now?"

Fuck.

Almost immediately, Peter and you are scrambling to his car. He parked near the back of the lot under a tree, a bit secluded, and no one will be able to see or hear the two of you.

The moment you two are by the car, Peter brings you in for a heated kiss, his lips molding against yours. You sigh happily into his mouth, hands curling into his hair and tugging, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your tongue swipes at his lips, begging to be let in, and he allows you to.

Your tongue slithers into his wet cavern and swirls around, tasting his sweet caramel coffee and a hint of his breakfast. You stand on the tips of your toes and moan as his hands knead at the flesh of your ass, his erecting rutting into your thigh.

"I-I need you," Peter gasped when he forced himself away from your sugary lips. He kisses down your neck, his beard tickling your flesh. "Need you so fucking bad." He squeezes your ass, giving you a firm smack.

You squeak, head falling to the side to give him more access to your neck.

"Yes, fuck, right now," you pant, hand reaching between your bodies to rub him through his pants. "Want you to fuck me, Peter. Need you inside of my pussy so badly."

Fuck.

Peter removes himself long enough to clear out the backseat, shoving everything into the front seat. No way he's able to drive to a hotel and rent a room out for the two of you.

He needs you.

Now.

You crawl into the back seat, Peter licking his lips at the sight of your bottom half. The leggings you wear show off the curve of your ass and outline of your wet cunt.

He can't help himself.

He needs a taste.

Peter follows in after you and mouths at your clothed pussy, eliciting a mewl from you.

"Peter!" you squeak, looking over at him from your shoulder. You whine, pushing your pussy against his face as he licks over it, sucking on your erected clit through the thin material of your leggings. He tastes your sweet essence and moans, his cock twitching in his pants.

Peter flips you back onto your back and fully crawls in, slamming the door shut and unbuckling his pants. You begin to slip off your leggings and panties, shoving them off onto the groud.

You spread your legs wide open, fingers reaching down to open your wet pussy up. You wiggle your hips, winking up at him with a sensual grin.

"What are you waiting for? Come on in."

Fuck fuck fuck.

Peter grips the door and slides into your velvet warmth, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your walls clench around him tightly, nearly making him cum right then and there.

"So fucking warm...goddamn," Peter breathes out, sweat beading on his skin. He grinds his hips into you, bottoming out and making you moan loudly.

"Oh, fuck," you whine, head falling against the door. "Fuck me, Peter. Fuck me so hard, please."

Who is he to deny you that right?

Peter pounds into your wet pussy, groaning as he does so. White goop seeps out onto his cock which he fucks right back into you, pussy squelching loudly.

Peter knows he shouldn't fuck you. He's married for god's sake. But you're scratching at his back, tight pussy squeezing pre-cum out of his pulsing cock, pretty lips pressed into his ear and moaning for more. He finds he can't stop. He finds himself wanting more and more of you, wrapping one leg around his waist and pinning the other one down into your chest.

"What a dirty girl," Peter coos, a devious smirk on his face. Your tongue rolls out of your mouth, coating your chin in spit as his cock continues to drill into your pussy. "Wanting a married man to fuck you...god, you really are a slut, huh?"

"Ah!" you squeal, kicking your feet when he begins to rub circles into your clit. "S-Says the one fucking me!"

He nods, chuckling. "But you enjoy this married man's cock, right?" He rolls his hips and buries his cock deep into your warmth, tip brushing along your cervix.

"Fuck! Yes!"

"Of course you do. You're a dirty little slut, that's why."

Peter presses his sweaty forehead against yours, clenching his teeth. His cock rams deep into your pussy, the car shaking back and forth. Wet plaps mix in with yout lewd moans, a coil tightening within your belly.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" You moan out with every powerful thrust he gives you. "Peter! Ahh! Gonna cum!"

Peter buries his face into your neck, picking up the pace of his thrusts, about to cum himself.

"Cum, baby! Cum all around my cock!"

You scream as your cunt gushes out creamy white fluids, squeezing Peter's cock. He groans and shudders, filling you up with his sticky seed.

Yeah, this is definitely going to be more than just a one time fling.

You got Peter addicted.

[unawakening-float07]

so excited to take the night off from working out and just play video games all day

[trecoolsdick]

billie joe armstrong is so fucking hot and i’m tired of pretending he isn’t

[insurged]

ok you opened my eyes. all for one is actually hot and it's a shame i didn't realize until now.

i'm glad people agree. uwu now.... write with him pspspspspspssp.

[scriv3lloirl]

So we finally finished Little Shop!

Spoilers under the cut!! (But if y'all are followin me, then y'all should already know what happens.)

So the version we jus watched had the Directors Cut—which I've, surprisingly, never actually watched b'fore—Its definitely gotta my favorite endin now though.

A few people in front cried over Audrey's death, which almost made me cry cus the feelin's were overwhelmin as all hell. But then Orin fronted n was like. "Y'all are not cryin over my girlfriend." (It's a whole story, we don't have time nor do I wanna explain.) n then we were straight chillin afterwards.

Little Shop is a tragedy!! So let it be a tragedy, god damnit.

Gotta say, Seymour almost killin his'self was a surprise though. Definitely I wasn't expectin it. (Even though I've known bout it fer' god knows how long—I've jus never seen that scene.)

Someone in front, while the scene was playin, started howlin at the damn phone fer' Seymour t' "jump already!" n t' "not be a pussy!" Then got mighty pissed at Patrick Martin fer' jus.. spawnin in right as Krelborn was boutta do it.

So that whole thin' was funny as hell n totally ruined the seriousness of the scene.

Mean Green Mother From Outerspace? Always been a banger, always will be a banger.

Both of our Twoey fictives (Big Twoey n Baby Twoey, respectively,) took complete front from me, n we're jammin out n singin along.

The Urchins, Crystal, Ronnie, n Chiffon, all were comin up wit conspiracy theories bout plen'y of the folks down in Skid Row bein aliens like Twoey cus they thought it was funny; First Customer was one of the people bein discussed. Which confused t'hell outta Frank (Our First Customer introject.)

Overall; this was a good day, despite the fact it took almost four fuckin hours fer' me t' watch the film cus these brain fuckers kept goin on thirty minute rants. (It was me half the time, but sshhhhhh.)

[nicnacsnonsense]

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Modern AU, Ed has a DILF kink

Words: 13,220 Chapters:1/1

In that moment three realizations came crashing down on Ed all at once. The first was that Fang had been fucking right, damn him; Ed’s habit of going after emotionally unavailable men was a result of daddy issues, not a DILF kink like Ed had always said. The second was that, despite that, Ed very much did have a heretofore undiscovered DILF kink, and he had it bad. And the third, he wanted Stede to bend him over this picnic table and just fucking rail him, right here, right now.

[wysteriadelights]

I'm ok with most pet names in the bedroom. None really bother me.. BUT

I FUCKING HATE SEEING "DADDY" BE SO WIDE-SPREAD SEXUALIZED... this includes calling him daddy and in return having him call you "baby/babygirl"

I still call my dad that sometimes and MIND I have severe daddy issues. But now that we're close after the severely traumatic divorce, the whole deal is that I mf give him the empty toddler look. It's part of the funny heehee haha dynamic... everytime a guy asks to be called that I DIE OF CRINGE (facial cringing ofc)

And the mf... unironically being called baby and babygirl... my dad absolutely still calls me babygirl I fucking CANT

Won't stop me from calling my blorbos babygirl (/j ofc) but pairing daddy with it actually shoots me on sight

I'm sorry... I'm weak.... and if I see any posts doing this my face scrunches harder than if I inhaled 700 warheads and im scrolling so fast. I hate yall. What's wrong with youuuu 😭😭

[sejslover]

watching dune has done something to me, blown my mind away and now im 100% gonna be hooked on the books and sci-fi

[ozymandiasdirge]

feeling extremely cheated that somehow during punk hazard, despite law getting injured on two separate occasions badly enough to be left laying panting and wheezing and rolling around on the floor, we got denied an obligatory once an arc law getting princess carried around scene. when smoker and his big strong arms were right there.

like not only for personal and psychologically revealing reasons, it doesn’t even make sense. you mean tell me that law’s asthmatic scoliosis ridden ass just got up after having his heart squeezed for twenty minutes and using his devil fruit to cut a fucking mountain in half and proceeded to sprint half-way across the facility back to the escape tunnel and then also double back and carry that big ass cart for them all to escape in??? trafalgar law who willingly lounged around on sanji’s bony-ass shoulder in a crisis situation instead of walking while they were on onigashima??? when smoker and his ability to fly using his devil fruit powers and also his big strong arms were right there.

actually now that i think about it, they did get to that escape tunnel way before everyone else so i’m just taking that as confirmation that it happened because otherwise how the fuck did they get back there so fast before everyone else.