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CSI: NY (TV Series) S2/E11 ’Trapped’ (2004) - Wayne Duvall
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facialhairy · 1 year
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Smiles all round.
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whatsnotbutters · 2 years
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butters i need to tell you that i find it infinitely funny that you tag your posts as "reblog" cause i know its just for organizational purposes but i cant help imagining you going "kind of a milf. reblog" on everything u rb
BQKSJSHSHHDHSHS HELP????????
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nabaidhean-neonach · 1 year
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@draggeddowntothedark from here
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“We didn’t go out looking for him. Maybe shoulda,” he considered with a hum. His parents would hate the idea, hah. Maybe he’d go back on his own someday. See what was out there.
“No shit, where in Pennsylvania?” He’d never heard of it, although maybe that didn’t mean much. Philly and Delco were, like... lowkey more Jersey than Pennsylvania, honestly.
Robin laughed and scratched his temple. “Not sexy, but it sounds relatable though. Wish I could hide out like that."
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fluentisonus · 11 months
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cilf (city I'd like to fuck)
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sprout-fics · 3 months
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NSFW Captain MacTavish Headcanons
Tags: F! Reader, Power imbalances, Secret affair, Semi-Public sex, Fluff, CILF (Captain I'd like to fuck)
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Captain MacTavish, John, as you know him in private, is a very serious, forthright type of man
(Though he prefers ‘sir’ when you’re in his bed, or over his desk for that matter)
You can tell he used to be much more reckless than he is now, used to taunt danger and escape the jaws of death just for the adrenaline of it. He’s one of the few soldiers that survived such a reckless approach to his work, and the grim reality of the risks he took, and how he fatefully defied them has settled in a severe glint of his eyes that speaks of his experience, the men he’s lost in the course of it all
Yet, to you, John is the type of man that still flirts with danger, and smiles in the face of consequences
You shouldn’t even be doing this to begin with- this secret affair of pretending to be his closest hand, his trusted intelligence officer when in reality all he’s doing is using it as an excuse to fuck you behind closed doors
“Swamped with reports.” He tells you when you offer him a cuppa one morning, not even looking up from the small mountain of paperwork on his desk. “I’ll be needing your help this evening.”
‘Help’ is defined as you riding his cock until your thighs burn once the rest of the base has gone to bed, and nobody in the surrounding offices is there to hear your breathless chants of his name
It’s almost shameful how much you get away with under the guise of being his trusted subordinate, a fact he fully exploits and plays to as often as he can
He opens doors for you, stands up for you in front of his fellow officers, lauds recommendations and praises of your work, takes you out to lunch under the excuse of mentorship, declares you as his protege that’s destined to follow in his footsteps
Your fellow intelligence officers tell you how lucky you are, having a captain who is so decent and handsome. A true gentleman, one who shows care and concern for your career development, who ensures you get recognition for the hours you put in, always having to work overtime but getting to work alongside the Captain MacTavish 
“You’re his work wife.” Roach texts you, and when you show John he barks a laugh so loud you jump
If only they knew.
They don’t know about the way he’ll have you cockwarm him, fingers idly rubbing your clit with one hand while holding a phone with the other, talking to one of his agents in the field as he uses his knees to spread you out on his lap
Nor do they know about him catching you in the hallway and corralling you into a supply closet just to kneel and have you grind against his face until you have to muffle the sound of your climax, using one of the extra paper towels to wipe most of his jaw clean after.
He sends you on your merry way, gives you a smack on the ass for your trouble
They don’t know how he’ll insist you work through your lunch break, when in reality he’s eating you out slow and greedy with you perched atop the reports he’s yet to read, and warns you to not dribble wetness onto the files
They don’t know about the time he found you just before drills and left a load deep inside you, then stood under the rope wall to catch a glance and see if there was a wet spot in your pants that spoke of him
And he smugly ignored your reply to another soldier about why you were walking a little odd, telling him instead that you slept the wrong way
They don’t know about how you’ll visit him after a long, tiresome day just to have him crowd you into his bed, whisper filthy praises and pet names into your ear until you beg to tap out from the overstimulation
He calls you ‘Bonnie’ ‘Sweetheart’ ‘Little one’ ‘Darling’ ‘Angel’ ‘His.’
He tells you how good you look in his bed, glassy eyed and needy, how much he loves hearing you, teases you when you can’t bear the incessant filthy rambling and smack weakly at his shoulder, head flopping to the side as your chest heaves for breath
All the while he takes his time stretching you out over his fingers, greedily enjoying the sensation of you clenching down on him and wanting more
He fucks you slow and greedy, using his full weight and strength to bend you as he pleases, punch keening little sounds out of you and groaning in turn when you dig your nails sharp into the curve of his spine
He wears them proudly on the sparring mats, and through some miracle nobody suspects it’s you that put them there
He presses his forehead to yours as he’s buried deep inside you, reminds you again that you’re his, in a plea that sounds almost desperate with want.
He’s allowed to have you, he tells himself. He’s allowed this for all the things he’s done to better the world, even if it means bathing himself in cardinal sin
He makes sure to earn it too
Your longer sessions, those uninterrupted by duty or the gravity of your illicit affair, are often your favorite
They always end with you warm and sated, curled on his hairy chest and skimming your nails through the coarse carpet of hair that traps the earthy, musky smell of him familiar to your senses
He peppers you with kisses, reminds you of how much a good lass you are, of how much he adores you, how beautiful you are, how smart, how clever and bonnie you are
He asks you what he did to deserve a precious, sweet thing like you, and can’t help but wonder the same about him
He cares about you, that much is clear
As fun as this little secret of yours is, you know John didn’t walk into this idly. Nothing he ever does is without purpose. He spent his younger years fooling about, and now he’s settled into a man who knows exactly what he wants
And that’s you, soft and sweet and ready for him, sated and sleepy in his bed when he comes back from missions still stinking of smoke, hauling you to his exhausted form and falling asleep with you safe in his arms
He braces his chin over your shoulder as you stand in front of the sink the next morning, humming and rocking back and forth, trying to catch as many moments with you in his hold as he can
Later, he settles a heavy, calloused hand over your nap and drags you back so he can plant a kiss on the crown of your head when the others can’t see, a good luck parting before he boards for the next mission
In the rare days off, he keeps you in his bed until late morning, sunlight streaming through the blinds and onto your drowsy, dreamy expression
He tells you how he can’t be in the service forever, how he thinks he’ll head back to Scotland once he gets enough close calls. He tells you he wants you to come with him, how he knows the perfect place for you both
“And maybe a few bairns.” He adds, grinning at the thought. “As many as I can carry.”
You tell him you’ve watched him carry men larger than he is off the field, if that’s any indication
He considers this seriously too, nodding to himself in thought.
“We’ll need a bigger house.” He offers at last, and then bends to kiss your giggling smile one more
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bk-4-trash-fire · 1 year
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Hello yes I'm here to post at Fucking 12am
So let me feed you freaks
LARGE READER
make sure to not spam my account please I don't want to block you
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OK so we know the size of the barbatos statue in mondstadt city?
OK so that will be scale were are working with
So the reader wakes up in a cave or to others it would be a cave to you it's the size of a college dorm
With no exit the reader decides to break the roof to escape only to be hit in the face with water
Because turns out the reader was in a underground cave under the fucking ocean
Swimming to the surface to the site of mondstadt in the distance
Swimming to the land the reader begins to notice that the world around them is abnormally small, with some cilfs barely taller than them
Walking to the city the grasps of how big they were beginning to sit in, noticing the tiny building and ant sized people walking around
And with...AGH this bird had been squaking at them for 10 minutes straight
Wait that isn't a bird...
It's venti.
Trying to get the readers attention.
Anyway this will be the post for today:)
Part 2 here
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howlingday · 1 year
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Matadork
Jaune: You know what, I'm not gonna lie; that Eve Taurus is kinda doin' it for me.
Blake: Huh?
Jaune: Uh, w-why don't you guys go, uh, do something. I'd, uh, like to have a few words with Eve. Alone.
Nora: Oh? And why is that, Jaune~?
Nora: You coming down with that Mad Cow disease? Lookin' to get into that cowussy? Betcha think she's a real CILF, huh?
Weiss: A what?
Nora: A "Cow I'd Like to Friendship with!"
Yang: Look, we came here to find out what the White Fang are up to. We can't be distracted.
Nora: What? I'm just trying to help out the team! Maybe Jaune could help us find Eve and then he can interrogate her. Alone. With Eve.
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The First 48 (TV Series) S24/E3 'I Killed' (2024) - Det. Mark Kennedy
I bet not be accused of murder in Tulsa, OK and he's questioning me. I'd be admitting all kinds of things just to be near him.
Even if I'm innocent.
On A Side Note: Looks like he has hairy forearms. And I like that.
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margridarnauds · 6 days
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I was asked "why" when I was in the middle of comparing my Thing for Charles Dance to medieval Irish CILFs (Crones I'd Like To Fornicate With) and was halfway through explaining why Charles Dance is a snack before the student clarified they were talking about the crones.
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pallisia · 9 months
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Hi. I wrote the Filfs question. I'm remaining a coward and will continue to be anonymous. Cilf is Clown I'd like to Fuck and Filf is Flower I'd Like to Fuck.
oh, okay. i figured cilfs out but color me surprised by filfs. other than the ones i've made up, the flowers in soulsov world are just normal flowers. so that depends on how much you want to fuck normal flowers. i suppose.
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darek-is-a-dilf · 7 months
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hate to break it to you but darek is not a dilf on account of not being a father. he's a cilf actually.
hes a dilf bc hes my daddy hope this helps 💖
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twostarsinthesky · 2 years
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Ah yes, Quincey Morris. My favourite CILF (cowboy I’d like to fuck)
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transingthoseformers · 7 months
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Okay I *love* camp-mithril-lake's au of the three Megastar children. Imagine the family reunion! Imagine Starscream finding out about Misfire!
And, just for my own amusement since I don't want to intrude, that Starscream and Megatron would end up arguing and one thing would lead to another and Megatron may or may not have been bent over a desk and hi kids, you're going to have a little sibling soon.
... also I'm just gonna go ahead and assume that Megatron is a total CILF or carrier I'd like to fuck.
Zxfgyhyyyy ah yes
Of course, Megatron, of course, Starscream.
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verseno · 1 year
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@vyrim
The CILF
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