#prime gilf

[melonteee]

you can only smash ONE op chara WHO is it 🫵

YOUNG RAYLEIGH COME HERE

NOW

#I'm bending him over #he's so fine good lord #like he's a hot gilf too but him in his prime...lord #ask

[benrybenrybenry-chr]

I need Hakita to tell me what the snakes names are

I'm so gay

#ultrakill #ultrakill minos prime #minos prime #I shouldnt have been allowed to draw things #hes too hot #send help #anyways minos supremacy fr lmao #minos would win official gilf of the year on twitter fr

[neonpaperlanterns]

I say this with full knowledge that I have not seen every piece of Transformers media out there. So I am sure I am lacking in areas but outside of that the stuff I have seen (animated and prime mostly) I can say with 110% certainty that Animated Ratchet is by far the best Ratchet. Prime doesn't even come close.

My dearest darling partner for Christmas bought me the entire Transformers Animated series and rewatching just furthers my opinion. I also think this is one of the peak Optimus's as well but we aren't talking about him.

We are talking about Ratchet and how I feel like he is amazing. Outside of how he is in the show and interacts with other characters he just feels like someone you can talk to. Like I could go to him with a problem and he's not gonna knock my issues just because I am a human. He would listen to me and actually ya know be helpful. This was and is one of my biggest problems with Prime. I know Ratchet in that kinda goes through an arc and learns to be like "Yeah I guess some humans ain't so bad" but it doesn't take away from the fact that as a character I don't think I could go to him and talk about anything. He would just judge me and wave me off saying he needs to get work done.

Anyways my point is Animated is a bomb ass series and Ratchet is a king. And again I know my know how of all the Ratchets is super small and if you want ya can tell me I'm wrong. That's fine to.

#transformers #transformers animated #transformers prime #ratchet #optimus prime #ratchet transformers #thank you for coming to my ted talk #on a sidenote ratchet is a gilf and i am here for that #animated optimus is also a total babe and needs to be loved

[fuckuiaks]

GOOOODODDDD FUCK I LOVE GILFS HODD I LOV GOD I CRUNCHES HIM

i need to study prime rick like a specimen

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick prime #prickcest #piss master

[secretsolenoid-revived]

2023 Secret Solenoid Gift Directory!

This is the 2023 gift directory of all of the gifts! Be sure to look at everyone's amazing work! ❤️

Some of these are various shades of suggestive or explicit. Those that include 18+ / Gore have been marked as NSFW!

[Anonymous] for sturthepotofmadness: [G1] Art (Astrotrain)

[Anonymous] for artificial-absinthe: [TFP] Fic (Megatron/Soundwave)

[Anonymous] for mxbenz: [IDW1] Art (NSFW) (Tailgate/Cyclonus)

Aecholapis for Alruin(melopardi): [IDW1] Art: (Deadlock/Megatron)

Alruin (melopardi) for utility-cavities: [G1] Fic (Galvatron & Rodimus)

apotherice for SeafoamSol: [IDW1] Fic (NSFW) (Getaway/Perceptor)

Argoxnautililus for OverlordRaax: [Bishoujo] Art (Starscream & Skyfire)

Artificial-absinthe for kagebros: [IDW1] Art (NSFW) (Orion Pax/Shockwave)

Awesomepotato2016 for Skidblast: [Soup] Fic (Starscream & Trailbreaker)

badautobot for spartyll: [TFA] Art (Starscream)

bassomega for hysterical-random-things: [IDW1] Art (NSFW) (Starscream/Shockwave)

bluecookiesabi for radiolovebot: [IDW1] Fic (NSFW) (Overlord)

blurrito for aecholapis: [IDW1] Art (Thunderclash/Rodimus)

bunny-fair for yesnomaybelobster33: [ROTB] Fic (NSFW) (Noah Diaz/Mirage)

cao-the-dreamer for undergroundoil: [IDW1] Fic (Grimlock/Misfire)

cartoonsinthemorning for mostlyhim: [G1] Art (Starscream/Megatron)

darksidekelz for luluvalu: [IDW1] Art (Swerve/Blurr)

deadangelcat for Gemmarose: [IDW1] Art (NSFW) (Rodimus/Ultra Magnus)

deadlysoupy for elmonstro: [IDW1] Fic (Brainstorm/Perceptor)

digispook for rotorarc: [IDW1] Art (Rodimus)

elmonstro for hysterical-random-things: [IDW1] Art (Tailgate/Cyclonus/Whirl)

exdraghunt for cao-the-dreamer: [ROTB] Fic (NSFW) (Noah Diaz/Mirage)

final-milf-ratchet for [Anonymous]: [IDW1] Art (Cyclonus/Whirl/Tailgate)

fowo for noodleblade: [IDW1] Art (Brainstorm/Perceptor)

friedfriedchicken for digispook: [G1] Art (Arcee)

Gemmarose for stynamo: [IDW1] Fic (NSFW) (Dominus Ambus/Rewind)

glasspunkart for cartoonsinthemorning: [IDW1] Art (Rung)

hapships for rodimusofficial: [Cyberverse] Art (Dead End/Perceptor)

hoursgoneby for fowo: [IDW1] Fic (Drift/Ratchet)

hysterical-random-things for thesharmat: [IDW2] Art (Road Rage)

Insecuriosity for megatronstillright/RHplus: [Soup] Fic (Skylynx & Astrotrain)

ivycorp for plainblackcanvas56: [TFP] Fic (Megatron/Orion Pax)

jariktig for badautobot: [IDW1] Fic (Ratchet/Pharma)

Jayspilledink (& nopes-and-dreams) for xenonmalachite: [G1] Art (Mirage)

kagebros for deadangelcat: [G1] Art (Skyfire/Starscream)

kusakichan15 for hoursgoneby: [TFP] (Knock Out/Dreadwing)

Languidly for madness-to-my-method: [TFP] Fic (Megatron/Optimus Prime)

LegendTrainer for Jariktig: [IDW1] Fic (Jazz/Megatron)

letslipthehounds (jedipati) for rinovarka: [G1] Fic (Cosmos & Omega Supreme)

luluvalu for kusakichan15: [G1] Art (Megatron/Orion Pax; Megatron/Optimus Prime)

lush-specimen for spashahoney: [G1] Fic (Optimus Prime & Rodimus Prime)

lush-specimen for undergroundoil: [IDW1] Art (Perceptor)

lyumera for theblueblazes: [Soup] Art (Soundwave/Rodimus)

madness-to-my-method for synchros (five-million-year-old-gilf): [IDW1] Art (Megatron)

mal-co-holic for nuclearjacks: [IDW1] Fic (Megatron/Orion Pax & Megatron/Optimus Prime)

martinthelandlockedmartian for exdraghunt: [G1] Fic (Jazz/Prowl)

martinthelandlockedmartian for gayrob0t: [G1] Fic (Megatron/Starscream; Optimus Prime/Ratchet)

megatronstillright (RHplus) for smoketopus: [G1] Art (Galvatron & Rodimus)

mostly-him for noritaro: [IDW1] Art (Blurr)

mxbenz for ivycorp: [TFP] Fic (NSFW) (Megatron/Orion Pax & Megatron/Optimus Prime)

noamalvaro for [Anonymous]: [IDW1] Fic (Orion Pax/Shockwave; Optimus Prime/Shockwave)

noodleblade for salicinalis: [IDW1] Fic (Drift & Rodimus)

noritaro for bassomega: [IDW1] Art (Starscream/Deadlock)

nuclearjacks for lush-specimen: [IDW1] Art (Thunderclash/Rodimus)

ohdeariemegoodness for Languidly: [G1] Fic (NSFW) (Jazz/Soundwave)

OverlordRaax for hapships: [Cyberverse] Art (Windblade/Slipstream)

pika (pikaisragingmad) for darksidekelz: [IDW1] Art (Deadlock & Drift)

pika (pikaisragingmad) for glasspunk: [IDW1] Art (Overlord/Tarn)

plainblackcanvas56 for martinthelanlockedmartian: [G1] Art (Megatron/Optimus Prime)

radiolovebot (StereoMinded) for thenamesblurrito: [Soup] Fic (Blurr)

rcxdirectrix for pikaisragingmad: [Cyberverse] Art (NSFW) (Astrotrain & Dead End)

rinovarka for lyumera: [G1] Art (Starscream)

rodimusofficial for noamalvaro: [IDW1] Art (Brainstorm/Perceptor)

rotorarc for bunny-fair: [IDW2] Art (Shadow Striker, Flamewar, Slipstream)

salicinalis for inkfamy: [Soup] Fic (Skywarp, Starscream & Thundercracker)

skidblast for jedipati (letslipthehounds): [TFA] Fic (Optimus Prime & Sari Sumdac & Isaac Sumdac)

Slyboots for rcxdirectrix: [Cyberverse] Fic (NSFW) (Astrotrain/Dead End)

smoketopus for starsh0ck: [TFA] Art (Starscream & Sari Sumdac)

spartyll for Insecuriosity: [BW] Art (Rattrap & Dinobot)

spashahoney for mal-co-holic: [IDW1] Art (Megatron/Rodimus)

starsh0ck for jayspilledink: [IDW1] Art (Ratchet/Drift/Rodimus)

Stynamo for Slyboots: [TFP] Art (NSFW) (Knock Out/Breakdown)

sturthepotofmadness for awesomepotato16: [G1] Art (Optimus Prime)

swagrez for toasty-teddy: [IDW1] Art (Cyclonus/Tailgate)

Synchros for swervesbar: [IDW1] Art (NSFW) (Chromedome/Rewind)

theblueblazes for seekertrine: [G1] Art (Skyfire/Starscream)

thesharmat for deadlysoupy: [Cyberverse] Art (Rodimus, Cheetor & Bumblebee)

Toasty-teddy for friedfriedchicken: [IDW1] Art (Chromedome/Rewind)

undergroundoil for argoxnautilus: [IDW1] Art (Nightbeat, Nautica & Skids)

utility-cavities for ohdeariemegoodness(spacecoats): [G1] Art (Soundwave & Jazz)

vitrificvitrol for bluecookiesabi: [IDW1] Art (NSFW) (Thunderclash/Rodimus)

xenonmalachite for graymercy: [IDW1] Art (Minimus Ambus & Rodimus)

yesnomaybelobster (Bremmatron33) for final-milf-ratchet: [G1] Fic (NSFW) (Cliffjumper/Mirage)

#Secret Solenoid 2023 #mod post #gift directory #index #Gift Reblog #long post

[animentality]

#polls #transformers #transformers rise of beast #transformers rise of the beasts #rotb #mirage transformers #bumblebee #optimus prime

[decepticononline]

Foxy gilf kup😩 cockwarming? 👀

IDW! Kup x Femme Reader

"And what does he think he's yackin' about now?"

Kup scoffed loudly and changed the frequency on the hologram screen. Listening to Rodimus talk in circles to avoid the heat of his latest scandal wasn't at all what he considered entertainment.

"Miss the good ole days when the primes weren't soft little valves like this idiot."

The sound of his husky voice sent tingles down your backstrut. Kup acting and speaking to you normally while this was happening left you speechless and dazed.

Every time you tried to engage in a conversation with him you could feel a moan waiting to rise from the back of your vocal box. The mesh walls of your valve squeezed and gripped his depressurized spike for dear life.

"You alright there darlin'?"

The heat from his chassis pressing up against your backstrut was making your entire frame shudder. You didn't have to look back to know that the older mech had a smug look on his faceplate. You ignored his comment and leaned back further into his frame and you could feel dribbles of his transfluid begin to seep out of you.

You looked down and the sight of his transfluid covered spike hilted deep inside your valve made you whine and dig your sharp digits further into his frame. The mech seemed to like that and let out a deep chuckle. He leaned back into the lounging berth and watched you writhe with satisfaction.

"My spike's that fraggin' good huh? Still got ya wiggling like a little whore."

Kup took his servo off the hologram-screen controller panel and brought it down to let his digits toy with your anterior node. You threw your helm back onto his chassis while he rubbed rough deep circles around your sensitive bundle.

A long string of moans, curses, and pleas were followed by the clenching of your walls signaling another approaching overload.

"Come on, I know you can do it."

Your valve was already incredibly sensitive from the previous overloads the mech gave you and Kup coaxing your frame to do one more was just insanity. Feeling your backstrut beginning to arch from the pleasure you bit down on your lower derma.

With optics flickering, cooling fans whirring, and processors hazed, you felt a series of tight forceful clenches and spasms of your walls alerting you that you were experiencing another intense overload. Your thick clear fluid quelched from around his spike and Kup exhausted a groan of approval.

"See, I knew you could do it."

#mtmte #transformers x reader #kup #autobots #idw #transformers headcanon #transformers imagine #transformers #transformers smut #valveplug

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Now I need DILF suggestions. I have only a few in my head right now. Them being:

Takaaki (ofc)

Jin

Taichi

Tanjuro (Tanjiro's dad)

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Optimus Prime

And maybe Soundwave (I think his minicons count as his kids) and also maybe Armada Starscream

Gimme some suggestions if y'all have any! And it has to be DILFs. Maybe even some GILFs, I don't mind I guess fjdbeb.

#sam's talky talks

[readyplayerziggy]

multiversal-pig-outing

Gilf glados

No grandkids or kids but Human GLaDOS still got the prime mom bod.

#multiversal pig outing #muse: glados #just a reply

[mintmatcha]

ok, not that anyone asked for an opinion but i'm gonna act like amazon alexa for a second. if you found sir crocodile from one piece kind of sexy, have you considered the following:

-mihawk (sword dad)

-silvers rayleigh (prime gilf)

-garp (the other gilf)

-buggy the clown (HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT. look up his impel down outfit. that's like him at his least unhinged. the ponytail kinda slays)

Hold on pause stop

a man named GARP??????

[withoutalice]

❤️💜🤍and🥇for the tf ask game?

❤️- Fav Autobot?

RATCHET!!! HE'S SUCH A GILF-

💜- Fav Decepticon?

Ough gotta go with my mans Soundwave <3 I'm so fundamentally basic-

🤍- Fav Neutral or Obscure Character?

My wwife Termagax x3

🥇- Favorite TF series

Probably TFP bc it's just so nostalgic for me, but the Prime Wars Trilogy has been pretty fun recently!

#me looking at the tf fandom: moar Termagax content pleasE PLEASE PLEASE- #ask game #transformers #wyrmwithawhy

[somedaytakethetime]

You know what? You're about to get far more familiar with my daddy issues than I ever intended for you to.. plus... it's the gilf's birthday... it's only right.. 😶

Notes and warnings: this one goes out to all the old man whores in the house, I said it! I used to have some girlies out there just like me, thirsting for old men, former dilf players, for whatever reason, and you know? I SAID REPRESENTATION 😤😤😤😤 It's nasty, as a threat and as revenge on my father for not loving me 😤😤😤

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He's unbelievably charming. Which isn't unnatural for attractive men in their older years, you know this from experience, nearly all of them in this field are. Former beautiful young men that had all the female attention back in their prime, they age like fine wine. Become more handsome with the years, in that way only beautiful people can, look graceful with their wrinkles and greying hair, instead of scrunched up and withered. Become incredibly charming and gentlemen-like. He's exactly like that. His greying hair gives him character, makes him.. attractive. In fact.. you think he's more attractive now than he was in his youth. You've seen old footage, and old pictures, he was handsome then but.. he's beautiful now. The wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, emphasised when he smiles softly, are endearing in a way that some don't get blessed with. He's a gentleman through and through, opens the doors for you, kisses your hand during his goodbyes as he leaves you with the rest of the crew after work is over. The eye contact he always establishes... is.. powerful. Like potent wine, there's something nearly intoxicating about this man. He's far too old for you. On the verge of gilf, not dilf.. many decades between you, he was already a well known, and accomplished, player by the time you were born. It's obviously wrong and tabu, unprofessional, uncouth, and of course nothing is ever going to happen, but.. it's still.. an interesting idea to ponder. What he must have been like. All those women falling over themselves for him in his years of glory. Makes you wonder... you shake your head as you gather up things, the interviews are over and you're tasked with useless things that no one else wants to do. No one ever looks at you. You stand behind the cameras every day, making sure they look good, keeping track of everything, but no one ever sees you. No one ever notices you or even speaks much to you beyond ordering you around. But... in that charming gentleman way of his? He does. He notices you. Looks directly into your eyes when he addresses you, walks beside you when you're going the same way and talks to you. Real talk. Not small and awkward chatter. Asks you deep questions, wants to know your analyses of games, wants your opinions on his words too. He sees you as human. In that way only older men can, you figure, they've had media training for years. Were taught to be professional and courteous to everyone, it's a carefully practiced attitude, made to look honest and genuine even if it isn't, and... you know this.. you know it so well... yet you're still a fool that almost believes he actually cares about what you have to say.

"Do you like this tie?" is asked so randomly, his eyes looking deeply into yours, a soft smile on his face. "Excuse me, sir?", he shakes his head, no matter how many times he tells you to call him by his name, to stop addressing him as 'sir', it just comes out of you, he looks at you again, more serious this time, "I asked: do you like this tie? Do you think it's good with this suit? I bought it on whim and I'm not sure if dark green is my colour, that's what the kids say right? Whatever it is, I don't know if it's good, especially with this tone of grey.." you stare at him for a moment. Both from surprise and appraisal. You didn't expect him to ask you for fashion advice, you wouldn't ever consider yourself the epitome of fashionista, but.. it's cute he asked you. You take your time observing him, looking at his hair again, his face, his brilliant eyes, the way the rich grey of his suit makes him look alive and youthful, elegant.. expensive even, you bet that suit costs more than your yearly pay check.. it's an impeccable suit, tailored to perfection, it fits him like a glove.. he looks good.. you shake your head and look back at the tie. Deep, dark green. It doesn't look offset with his dark grey suit. You don't think you'd put him in green though, it doesn't match him. He's more of a... serious black.. or.. moody grey. Intense in his aura, serious and controlled at work to a fault. If you were to pick a colour for him you'd pick a neutral navy. Boring, sure, but it would bring out his eyes more. Give them depth. "It's not a bad tie, it's pretty. But.. do you want true honesty?" he smirks, something that you've never seen him do.. well.. you have. In old footage, when he was more cocky and arrogant than he is at this age. It's... curious.. you feel heat colour your cheeks, look away from him for a moment as you gather yourself, you're far too old to feel giddy like a school girl. As a matter of fact, he is far too old for you to get a silly crush over. "I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want brutal honesty..", your eyes meet his again, you suddenly feel a little breathless, you get so little attention.. not just around here, but outside too. You haven't established male contact in.. best not think about it. And suddenly there's an incredibly handsome, charming man, in front of you, talking about brutality.. for one single second your brain goes 'I wonder what brutal looks like with him..' and you shake that thought away, exhale and say "I wouldn't wear dark green in your place, it washes out your eyes. You have beautiful eyes, it's a shame for them to look dull. I think navy suits you best, but if you want to risk a colour? I'd say a deep, dark plum. It looks good on greying hair. I read that somewhere.." you laugh softly, embarrassed for no reason, and he just smirks again "Are you calling me old, young lady?", teasing and playful.. he feels so.. young at times.. you have to remind yourself of his age constantly because sometimes you feel like you're talking to some guy your age, he jokes around and laughs, makes shady comments at others when chatting with you, it's.. you shake your head, "I would never, sir.." and look at him from under your lashes, embarrassed. He gets closer to you, his perfume floods your senses, his voice is lower when he says "Good. Because I'm not old, despite rumours going around, you know? I'm only thirty three." winks playfully, in joker mode, and straightens up, "So.. no to the green tie? Okay." and he takes it off immediately, folds it up and places it in his trousers' pocket, unbuttons his shirt and fusses with it, "Do I still look presentable and professional?", you ignore the way you feel your stomach clenching and heating up, nod softly, "Always, sir."

You shouldn't be drinking. It doesn't matter that it's a company party, you shouldn't be drinking. Because your mind wanders off when you drink. Like it is now. Sitting at an empty table and watching him off in the distance. He's not sitting with you, of course he's not, you're too low ranking to sit with the important people. He's mingling with the likes of him, rich and powerful men, important voices in the sport, glorious former players full of knowledge of the beautiful game.. 'Or some bullshit, whatever', you scoff and swirl your wine around in the glass. Wine.. you don't like wine.. but this white wine is decent. Tangy, a little sweet, nothing too offensive to the palate. And most importantly: free. All the wine you want, for free. The deep pockets of the higher ups are paying and well... if you can't have more food for free, then you'll drink their wine. You.. it's not that you resent your job, you like your job, you like being paid and you like some of the people you work with but.. you resent your job. Being surrounded by so much wealth, when you barely have any to hang by, is a little sickening at times. Enduring the rich pricks isn't great either, most of these men are divas, full of themselves and annoying to deal with. But, you need a job, and this one pays decently. And you'll endure it, put up with them, suck up to whoever needs to be buttered up to cooperate, and.. drink all of their wine. For free. As payback. You laugh softly around the rim of your cup as you drink some more, you're tipsy and you know it. It's going to be fun to get on the tube after this one.. with your luck? You're tripping all the way down the steps in these heels, make a show of yourself and have everyone laughing. You laugh by yourself at the thought too, you don't even care anymore, the wine is making you light and happy. "Care to share what's so funny? What hilarious jokes is your marvellous brain thinking of now?", you look up at him, startled that he's here. Breathless that he's here too. A perfectly fitted suit hugs his body, a deep plum tie is wrapped around his neck. His hair glimmers in the extra low lights, eyes sparkling with something more in them. Mood lighting isn't worth shit in your opinion but you'll be damned if it doesn't make him look hot. There. You said it. He looks hot. He's hot. It's sick and tiring to pretend he isn't. It doesn't matter that he's old, he's hot still. And you want him. In a maddeningly desperate way. Freud would have so much to say about you and your thoughts lately, but fuck him anyway, what the hell did that bastard know anyhow. He doesn't understand how it is. To be posed with a beautiful man, that's charming and attentive, that sees you.. that is eyeing up your cleavage in this dress. Barely hiddenly. Oh... that's-.. you sit up straighter, put your glass on the table, say softly, "There's no joke. Well.. I'm the joke actually." he sits next to you, adjusts the chair so he can face you head on, looks puzzled, "Why are you the joke? What's going on?", it's cute that he looks.. concerned.. he's not, you know he's not, but it's still cute.. "I'm likely going to trip down every single step on my way to the tube, land on my butt and probably break something. These shoes are cute but they're hell to walk in. Especially if you've been drinking, you know..", you take the glass, look at the liquid swirling around in it again, amused and transfixed by the motion. He's watching you. You're oblivious but he is. You only pay attention when he suddenly slaps his hands on his thighs softly, "That's it. You're going home then!", you look up at him, his hand is stretched in offering, "It's too cold, I don't want to get on the train yet..", he takes your hand, pulls you up almost.. forcefully, not brutish but.. commanding.. leans down, his eyes intense.. and says "Who says you have to?"

There's a list of things you find incredibly attractive when a man does it. Things that make men seem hotter in your eyes. One of those things.. is driving. You can't explain why, but it's oddly erotic to you. Watching a man drive. The way nearly all of them rest one hand on the car door or their legs, driving one-handed, barely even touch the wheel when they shift gears with the same hand they're usually holding said wheel with.. it's such a confident gesture. They own their cars, men are obsessed with cars, they have a weird bond with them, don't ever believe that their beloved four-wheeled companions will ever betray them. It shows when they pull those moves. Driving with no hands, making risky overtakes, any sort of showing off. They do it with the confidence of someone that doesn't believe they're inside a deadly, metal contraption. He's no different. It makes him all the hotter. You feel like squirming in your seat as you watch him drive. 'I'm too drunk for this shit... god..' rings in your mind when you think about how nice it would be to feel his fingers touch your inner thigh, slowly slip under your dress, against your pant- you focus on the road. You're not even supposed to be here. He insisted on driving you, gave you stern and paternal "I am not allowing you to take public transport when you're in this state. Someone might take advantage of you and you can't defend yourself in this condition. No arguing.", and it was hot as fuck. You were so turned on when he did his little condescending spiel. He might not realise it but you're far less defenceless and innocent than you come across as. You can handle your own, even tipsy and in heels. But you weren't going to pass up the opportunity to not have to step on the filthy, foul-smelling tube so... his expensive, nice smelling, heated-seats car is so much better. You relax into said seat, it's so warm, it feels really good in this chilly night. Your dress is cute, but too thin for this weather now. But it's the only nice black dress you have, you can't afford a million identical black clothes like these men. You can't afford a lot of things.. being in this car is just one more. You also can't afford to let your eyes slide shut, as they're doing, and allow your mind to wonder. What it would be like if he pulled over somewhere secluded.. if his hand wondered up under your dress.. if you climbed into his seat and sunk down on his c-.. "We're here. I think. This is the correct place, yes?", he breaks you out of your fantasies, your eyes open and look around. It takes you a moment to recognise your dingy apartment block but, yup, you're here. "Yes, this is it.", you turn back to face him, smile softly, "Thank you so much, sir, you really didn't have to. I would have been fine on the tube..", he huffs, rolls his eyes, "Yes, I had to. We've been over it. Would you like me to accompany you to the door?", it's so old fashion that you laugh, gather your things, "You really don't have to, guys don't do that anymore, you know?", but it doesn't matter.. he still walks out of the car, holds the door open for you, takes your hand and helps you out.. walks you all the way to your building's door.. looks at you so intensely.. "I'm not 'a guy', sweetheart, I'm a man." and in that very moment, looking up at a man that's well over twice your age, you've never been more turned on your whole life.

Things change after that. He still talks to you but it's far less.. close. He puts up distance between you. Like he's trying to undo the damage he's done. You're embarrassed and ashamed. Feel like it's your fault, feel stupid that you might have made your need known to him that night when he asserted that he's a man. You hate that you want him so badly. Reality is, you're tired of guys. Of little boys. Of everything in between. You're tired of the deal-breaker rules that most of the sleazes have, tired of pointless flirting because all they want it to pump and dump it. Tired of being bored by their conversations. Tired of being unsatisfied from their so called "moves". You just want.. something real. Someone that will take over, someone that will know. Someone that places your needs above theirs. You're tired of having to take care of men, you do it for a living, you don't want to do it privately too. Ironic that you want an old man then, because that's likely what would happen if you.. but.. it would be different. You think how taking care of him wouldn't feel like a burden, because you like him. In a way that's deeper than with others. And because.. he'd take care of you too.. you close your eyes, allow yourself to imagine it for one moment, what it could be. Years mean nothing at all when paired with longing, with respect and a mutual devotion. Deep understanding. In the end.. you crave a paternal sort of love.. you crave being cared for, babied, showered in love and affection.. and who better to do that.. than someone older.. more experienced.. someone that's lived and understands the ropes of life.. someone who will validate you the way you crave, praise you, adore you... someone.. "Are you alright?", his voice makes you tremble, you open your eyes to look at him, and realise why he's asking if you're okay. Your face is damp. You started crying without meaning to. You look away from him, deeply embarrassed, rub at your face viciously, "Yes, sir, of course. Don't mind me at all, it's just silly feminine hormones.", that usually scares off all of them, but he's not all of them.. his strong hand softly takes yours, "If you need to talk, you know you can always talk to me. If I can help you in any way, I will.", the look in his eyes... it feels.. protective.. worried.. paternal. It fucks you up, your bottom lip starts to tremble as tears well up in your eyes, you nod and stay silent. As you start to fall apart he just pulls you in. Holds you tightly to his body, tucks you in, pets your hair like a child, "Shhh, you're okay. Just let that out. You don't always have to be strong, darling, it's okay. You're okay now, let it go.", you're even more embarrassed, when you finally pull away from him, to noticed you left wet tears all over his suit jacket. "I'm so sorry, sir." and he just smiles softly, wipes your face and holds it so gently, "None of that. Are you okay now?", you're not, you don't think you'll ever be but.. you're lighter. You nod and thank him softly, he smiles brighter, "There's nothing to thank me for. I'm here for you, okay?" he ruffles your hair, feels oddly paternal again, and.. sick and twisted, you're aware, but you desperately want to jump this man. You watch him walk away, taking his jacket off and tossing it on the grass carelessly, and wonder if you'll ever get that chance.

"Oh fuck, yes, there, yes yes yes.", he's good.. he's so good. His body is hot and sturdy, he's still strong despite the years, can easily hold you up against the wall as he thrusts into you, rough and fast, breathing against your neck, smirk pressed to your skin.. voice low.. "You like that, sweetheart? Feels good like this?", you whine, claw at his skin, beg for more, you're so close... that you fall out of bed when your alarm goes off. "MOTHERFUC-", you stand up and glare at your phone, shut off the damn thing so it stops beeping, grunt and angrily walk to the bathroom. Cursing, cranky, you gather yourself and get ready for the day, skip breakfast because you're so angry you don't even want to look at food. You nearly kick a man on the tube because he pisses you off with his flamboyant spreading, you paid for the seat just like he did and you deserve to sit on it, dammit! And you deserve to seat on it in peace, without some gross guy's leg rubbing against yours the whole way. You're in a foul mood all day. You're in a foul mood on the way home even. Hell, you're in a foul mood when someone rings your bell at nearly 10:30 at night! "What??", you open the door wide and crankily ask, ready to fight whichever one of your neighbours has come to bitch about whatever, until you find him there. He smirks, amused at your little snippy attitude, "Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, I see..", and you almost tell him exactly why that was even, if you suffer with the pent up frustration, he should have to suffer with the trauma. "I'm sorry, sir, how can I help you?", you're snippy and he's amused. Finds you adorable right now. His hands slide into his pockets. He's wearing soft joggers and a tshirt. A sleek puffer jacket thrown on top. You've never seen him dressed this way. He looks younger... somehow even hotter now... it's ridiculous, you can't stand this man. "May I come in?", he tilts his head to the side, looks at you in a way he's never done before.. your knees feel weak as you step aside to allow him in. He surveys your house curiously, turns around and says "I like it, minimal. You'd fit in at my house.", your eyes burn into him 'Wouldn't I like to...', you walk into your own home, feeling naked under his gaze, suddenly the too-small old tshirt and the soft shorts aren't the best outfit you could have on.. "What are you here for, sir?", you're putting away your dishes, back turned to him, and you suddenly feel him pressed to you, one hand wraps softly around your hip, thumb stroking your skin under the fabric, voice deep and low, right in your ear, "You know what I'm here for.."

Listen... you don't want to hear it. You don't care. Yes, like a porn cliché, you're on the counter, fucking this old man. But you know what? It's exactly what you wanted. Needed even. He's good. Even better than your dream. He's not what you expected at all, you didn't know what an older body would look like naked, you've never been with a man his age before, but he looks good. He's softer now, age does that to all, but he's still attractive. He's surprisingly.. well endowed.. granted.. who were you kidding? The man is huge, of course he'd look like that.. it's ridiculous to think he wouldn't. It feels good inside you too, he knows what to do with it, you figure years of experience, trial and error do have their perks. His hands are nice too. A little calloused, but it adds to the experience. He touches you slowly, burns trails into your skin, knows exactly how to circle your nipples, knows exactly how to touch your clit to have you whining and scratching your nails down his back. "You mewl like a kitten, did you know that?", his voice sounds amused, you whine again without meaning to, there's an air of condescension coming from him.. and you'd be lying if you said it doesn't turn you on. He's powerful, self assured, knows exactly what to do and how to do it too. Isn't shy nor hesitant, moves you around where he wants you, fucks you deeper when he feels like it and stops it all when he wants to tease you. It's maddening. It's intense in a way you haven't had with younger men. When his hand takes hold of your chin, forces you to look at him as he thrusts faster and rougher into you, he's dripping with male confidence in a way that only a man his age could. They were raised to be cads, you have family too.., and it normally isn't a perk but for sex? You're finding out it is. He's unapologetic in his ways, holds your legs apart so he can look down between your bodies, watches himself sink in and out of you, "Look at you... letting an old man fuck you.. and liking it too, aren't you, darling?", he's all smirk and confidence, he knows you're enjoying it and he's not going to fuck around and pretend he doesn't. He knows you want him, has known you want him for the longest time, but he was trying to keep it in check. He knows he's far too old for you, everyone would lose their minds, but.. does he actually give a shit? As his hands pull you further down the counter and his cock sinks into you deeper, he finds that, no, he doesn't give a shit. "Fuck fuck fuck, there, please please, let me c-", he kisses you, rough and sloppy, makes you moan again, pulls away, holds your face in place, whispers softly, "You'll come when I want you to come. Are we understood, darling?", you whine, shiver all over and nod, curse when he slows down.. thumb circling your clit and driving you insane.. "If you keep that u-", you're going to come even if he doesn't like it.. "Quiet. Don't talk back or I might have to show you how sassy girls get treated..", he looks into your eyes, holds your face with his other hand, "Understood?", "Yes, sir.", the smirk before he kisses you is so erotic it hurts. He speeds up, presses harder into you, his body covering yours, voice right in your ear, "Why don't you show me what good girls can do, hm? Why don't you come for me and let me feel this pussy clenching, darling?", he doesn't even have to ask twice.. you come so hard in that moment that even your bones rattle. You're panting for air, he doesn't stop thrusting into you but moves slower now, you're wondering if he's tired when he lifts you off the counter, but he whispers in your ear, "Which way is your bedroom then? I have a few more things to show you while I'm here.." and you realise that maybe.. just maybe... that thing about 'old men have no stamina and their sexual potential is down the drain without viagra' might not be true after all...

#DON'T.ASK. #I.DON'T.KNOW. #I.DON'T.CARE. #LEAVE.ME.ALONE. #I.WROTE.WHAT.I.WROTE #I GO FERAL OVER CERTAIN OLD MEN TOO OKAY??? #SOME OF THESE MFS HAVE AGED LIKE FINE ASS WINE #ARGUE WITH THE WALL 😤😤😤 #besties if you see spelling errors? no you don't #your girl is dyslexic okay?? I CAN'T SEE THESE ERRORS MYSELF MOST OF THE TIME #MOVE ON IT'S FINE ENGLISH SUCKS ANYWAY #what matters is the plot... and... there's no plot here queens #adventures in a clown's dreams #football fanfic #football image

[genshxn]

imagine if prime dottore was actually an old ass man or something lmao. that’d be kinda funny. (i mean knowing hoyo, they’d just make him either a dilf or gilf or something)

also what if there was just a klee-sized dottore running around. that’d be a fucking nightmare oml

fatui y/n having to deal with the small dottores… rest in piss y/n

#dottore #il dottore #—screaming into the void #genshin #it’s dottore shit idiot brain fungus hours #that phrase made me laugh #i’m making it a tag now