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rutbort · 2 months

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I’ve never seen fanart of the duet of Iruka and Sarada, although they are so cute, according to the canon, Iruka taught Sarada to cook and Sarada lived with him while the Sasusakus were on missions

#iruka #naruto #umino iruka #iruka umino #sarada uchiha #sarada fanart #iruka fanart #iruka being a good grandad #hes literraly a father figure to every kid #my art #fanart #art #dilf material #hes so good #sarada is my fav boruto character btw

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swtnrcmnt · 1 year

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hate this episode with every bone in my body.. but he was looking mighty fine in it

#swtnr speaks !#he’s so 🤭#i need him #dilf material #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #swtnrcmnt ۵

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jeanboyjean · 5 months

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when he's good with kids 🥰

#dilf material #hes so TALL #i love u single father of 2 kids jean #jean kirstein #attack on titan

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rhaenerystargaryen · 1 year

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so bad so good

pairing: modern!dilf!daemon targaryen x fem!reader

synopsis: can you resist your teacher?

warnings: age-gap (reader is 18+), dom/sub dynamics

wc: 920

you couldn't believe it. looking at the paper infront of you it was marked big and clear. the bright red 'F' mocking you as you stared at it with tears in your eyes. how could this have happened? wiping the tears before they could fall down your cheek you raised your hand.

"yes, y/n. do you have a question?" mr. targaryen asked from behind his desk, "if you do come up," he said. slowly you got up from your desk and made your way towards his.

"yes," he stated looking you up and down. 'fuck' you thought, you really shouldn't have worn this short of a skirt. the ac vent blasting now above you made you shiver and led your mind elsewhere.

"miss y/n do you have a question or not? i do not appreciate people who waste my time by staring off into space," he didn't even bother to look at you, busy grading papers.

"um yes sorry, i have a question about my test," you spoke nervously, hands reaching to tug your skirt further down.

"what about your test?" he now looked at you, pulling his glasses off.

"i-i don't understand," you held your test so he could see, "why i got an F," your eyes refused to make contact with his as you looked around the classroom.

"you didn't get an F. you earned an F. there is a difference," his hands were crossed against his chest.

"but i don't understand. i studied so hard for this test. you told us it would be multiple choice, but then you give us a whole essay prompt," your tone had lost its nervous background and had shifted to be harsher.

"miss y/n if you are not happy with your grade i suggest you try other study methods, in order to be more prepared next time. until then, i will not have you march your way up to my desk, complain about EARNING a grade, and mouthing me off. is that clear?" the whole class now had an ear and one eye on you. feeling shameful that you even brought up the topic you shook your head 'yes' and slowly made your way back to your desk.

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the bell rang shortly after and as you got up to leave, mr. targaryen's voice rang loudly in your ears, "miss y/n please stay after class."

rolling your eyes, you made your way to his desk, "yes?" after the way he had humiliated you today, you felt nothing for him.

"i was thinking and i've come to a conclusion about your test," he spoke casually.

"and that is?" you questioned.

"that i will let you make up the test," your eyes lit up.

"but--not in the way you think," your eyes dropped.

"i want you to meet me after school, i have a task for you," he crossed his legs, taking off his glasses.

"sure...i'll see you after school mr. targaryen," you turned and made your way to the door, "bye."

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the school day had just ended and you had not forgotten what mr. targaryen told you earlier today. you were nervous for what he had in mind, but it couldn't be too bad. right? he seemed like a civil enough person to not humiliate you further.

"mr. targaryen...?" you entered the classroom looking around.

"y/n, just close the door behind you and come here," he ordered.

shutting the door, you walked over to where he was sitting. his shirt had now been unbuttoned a tad bit and his glasses lay somewhere on his desk.

"that's an awfully short skirt to wear-" his question caught you off guard.

"wha-" he interrupted you to add, "especially on a cold day like this...you never know where the wind will blow."

your cheeks were burning with embarrassment as your hands went to tug your skirt down.

"nuh...don't do that," his hands stopped yours, wrapping around your wrists, encaging them.

looking up at him with terror in your eyes, he chuckled.

"cmon now...y/n," he whined, "don't think i haven't noticed how you look at me...dirty girl," his hand slapped your ass suddenly, making you yelp.

"mr-mr. targ-" you were at a loss for words as you felt your body losing control. hands going to prop yourself up on his shoulders.

leaning in close to your inner wrist, he placed delicate kisses along them. this felt so incredibly wrong. it was wrong. but it felt so damn good. having his hot breath fanning your arms, hands cupping your ass.

"y/n," you looked up, "have i ever told you how beautiful you are?"

no, no, no you couldn't fall for this! rushing to push him off of you, he sensed your every move and placed an iron grip upon your wrists.

"am i making you uncomfortable y/n?" his question made you second guess your actions. you were enjoying his affection, but him being your teacher made you feel so uneasy.

"n-no mr. targaryen," your knees felt weak and you could feel the wetness pooling in between your thighs. who knew you'd get so worked up over a few kisses?

"good girl," his grip loosened, but he kept you close. pulling you into him so that you now sat on his lap.

"look at me baby..." his voice made you feel insane. this was insane.

caressing your cheek with his thumb, his touch was so delicate. you immediately relaxed in his lap, slumping into his touch. how did it get this bad?