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[laylaizawa34]

[sugarwarachan]

touchstarved! iida next pls🙏🙏

nonnie i cannot deny you!! many requests came in for this lil engine, hope you enjoy <3

touchstarved!iida who most certainly doesn’t have a crush on his personal assistant, that would be wildly inappropriate

touchstarved!iida who nevertheless gets turned on by literally everything you do, feels like a pervert when all you’re doing is sipping tea and he’s half-hard

touchstarved!iida who locks the door to his office at lunch with a curt “I’m not to be bothered” just so he can jerk off under his desk and pretend you’re there helping him

touchstarved!iida who drives you home after work so he has an excuse to be closer to you, “You never know who you might encounter late at night” (also wants to get a glimpse of your lace thigh-high when your skirt rides up)

touchstarved!iida who won’t make a move unless he’s 100 percent certain you’re interested

touchstarved!iida who lays you out on his silk sheets and worships your body with his hands and tongue, “gorgeous girl—let me show you how pretty I think you are sweetheart”

[deardaichi]

for @thelastofus-2490 | event masterpost

mirio’s favorite thing to do on a rainy day is go for a walk.

not movie marathons. not curling up under a blanket. not baking something just for the smell of it.

no — if the sky turns grey and the clouds roll in, he’s already by the door, tugging on his hoodie and holding out your coat like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“come on,” he says, grin wide and bright. “it’s perfect outside.”

and you go — because it’s him, and because he always shares the umbrella, even if he insists on holding it a little too high. your shoes splash through puddles, your arms brush as you walk, and he talks the whole time — about the sound of rain on rooftops, about how fresh everything smells, about a weird cloud shaped like a seal he saw once when he was a kid.

there’s something soft about him when it rains. a little quieter, maybe. still smiling, but gentler. like the drizzle smooths out the edges of even his brightest days.

the walk isn’t long, just a slow loop through the neighborhood. trees dripping, windows glowing, the steady rhythm of water tapping down all around you. he swings your joined hands between you. says it’s the best weather for thinking. for breathing. for just…being.

you don’t disagree.

he sneezes once on the way home, then pretends he didn’t.

you raise an eyebrow. he puffs out his chest like he’s invincible.

the next morning, he’s clearly not.

you find him on the couch wrapped in a blanket like a lump of laundry, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, eyes barely open. his voice is hoarse. his hair’s a mess.

he still manages a grin when you walk in. “good morning, sunshine.”

you sigh, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead, then quietly head to the kitchen. the kettle goes on. the cupboard opens. honey, lemon, and the last of your favorite tea bags — steeped just right in his favorite mug.

he perks up when you hand it to him, fingers warm around the ceramic, nose still red.

“what’s this?”

“miracle cure,” you say, settling beside him on the couch.

he sips slowly. exhales. leans against your shoulder with a content hum.

“worth it,” he mumbles.

you shake your head and reach for the blanket, pulling it over the both of you. he doesn’t stop smiling.

© deardaichi | everything here is written with care — please don’t repost, copy, or alter my work without permission.

[rei-inari]

Reaper sandwich… (๑/////๑ " ) ©marbled00

[bee2124]

Accidentally clicking on tumblr when showing somebody something on my phone and the most outrageous booty clenching smut is the first thing that comes up

[justevelynnnn]

Twisted and titillating

Summary: You were crushing on Mark’s dad. You felt horrible but now you wanted him to crush you.

Warnings: MDNI {18+}, afab!reader, reader is pervertedd in this, also very into Mark’s dad even though she’s dating him, mentions of nasty sexual desires, age gap mentioned.

All characters are over 18 and the reader is implied to be in early 20s!

A/N: Yes, my brain is finally into Omni Man/Nolan. He is so fine he literally threw me back into my dilf/into way older guys phase. (those from my wolverine era know what’s up)

Anyways, there will be a part two to this because ughhhh😖💞 and yes it will be good.

🤍 This is a bit inspired by this post by @justagirlswrld

You didn’t know when it started but whenever Marks dad came around your heart started speeding up. You didn’t know why either.

You were dating Mark. Not his dad. So why did his dad look so…???

Handsome?

You never caught his age. Maybe he was 40, 50 even. That gray streak is what gave it away but those muscles…

Why is he so muscular for someone his age? You never see him at the gym or anything. Not even a jog and Debbie never said anything about it either. She was so fucking lucky. Part of you disgustingly wondered how she only got pregnant once.

Sometimes if you slept over with Mark, with the door open of course, you’d catch his dad walking around in just sweats. Sweats that for some reason beautifully outlined his bulge. God, were you sick.

You just became an adult and you’re lusting for someone’s dad, no, Marks dad. Your boyfriend’s dad. Not to mention the age gap and the fact he’s fucking married. And happily so. You felt so, so conflicted. So gross.

But when he smiled that smile and stared into your soul with those deep blue eyes that one night you were grabbing water you felt less bad. Maybe he felt the same? No.

Yeah, just no. What were you thinking?

You tried to stop yourself from thinking about his gray and black happy trail or those ridiculously big pecks and biceps he has. You really did. You tried to imagine what it would do to Debbie. The sweetest lady you’ve ever known.

You tried to imagine the look of horror and sick that would appear on Marks face if he ever found out.

But then one day you were trying to reach for something on a high shelf and here comes Mr. Grayson behind you asking if you needed help and before you could step aside he’s right up on you, a big calloused hand on your hip and his hips against your rear end, and he’s reaching up there for you.

You felt the heat of his body.

The hot breath against your neck and a small grunt in your right ear. The faint smell of cologne filled your nostrils and went straight to your pussy.

And your young hormones had you thinking you could feel his cock pressed against the curve of your ass. Being trapped between that counter and the hottest dad in the neighborhood was almost the best thing that could’ve happened to you.

You were embarrassingly instantly wet from it too. Wetter quicker than you ever were with Mark. Your boyfriend, by the way. Maybe it was the thrill of it all.

And it really just felt so…so…intentional?

You blinked at him when you finally turned around and he was just smiling at you again. You swore with that look in his eyes he somehow knew your mind. People with blue eyes always looked right into your soul.

This man looked into your soul and more. He was in your head. You swore it. You just did.

You felt your cheeks blush and burn like crazy as you saw his eyes flicker to your lips for just a second, and a shorter time to glance at your breasts, and then back into your eyes. His were half lidded and almost glossy.

Those few seconds lasted hours.

When he finally handed you what you wanted you were still frozen for a second before you finally stumbled over a “thanks” and started avoiding eye contact.

From that day forward you were just so awkward around him. Laughing at all his ridiculous dad jokes just a bit too loud. Standing closer to him when you could without looking suspicious or even sitting super close on the couch. At night you took multiple bathroom trips just to see if you could catch him.

You hoped maybe one night he’d pull you somewhere secret and just tear you in half.

God, you wanted to fuck this man raw so bad. You wanted to choke and spit and gag on his dick so bad it was going to drive you crazy. You wanted to hear that sultry voice talk you through it, teach you things about pleasure and sex a guy your age could never. You needed those experienced fingers in your mouth, teasing your breasts and fingering your pussy. Those thick fucking fingers. You were just so fucked but you couldn’t help it.

Not when he has that stupid deep, smooth voice and those strong hands that can manhandle the hell out of you. And that confidence. And that dick print was just thick as fuck too.

You almost couldn’t recognize yourself anymore. So you like dads now, so what? Society made the term dilf for a reason.

Eye contact was always intense now too. You guys just stare whenever Debbie or Mark was distracted enough. One time before dinner you finally got bold and bit your lip at him while Debbie had her head in the oven.

And, this man proceeded to do something that shook you to core.

He stared right back at you, smiled that same smile that caused those beautiful crinkles…

and he fucking palmed himself.

At this point, you hoped was just as disgusting as you.