#dilf reader

thinking about LOGAN and dilf!reader…

logan who’s never had much care for kids, or atleast tries to say that he hasn’t had much care for kids. ( rogue and laura know that isn’t true. ) so he was a little more than irritated when a kid who didn’t look anymore older than 8 came running down the hallways of the x-mansion. wearing the xavier institute uniform sloppily.

Rowan(sitting with M/n on the roof): Just we two~...

Child 1(pops out from behind the opening window): Oh, that would be wonderful!

Rowan: Three

*another child pops up*

Rowan: Four!

*yet another child pops up*

Rowan(wide eyed and planning how he can become the best step-dad): Five!

M/n: Yes, sir knight, these are my children

Rowan(now wanting more children): How sweet, my dearest~!

What Logan wouldn't give to have that damn DILF bent over...

  Quick Notes :  Thank you to our savior @/dorkszn for their glorious Dilf! Reader drabbles! The idea of a Dilf! Reader came directly from their posts, so be sure to give them a follow! Obviously this work is in no way related to their own, and is my own version of Logan and a Dilf! Reader. Please enjoy.

  Story Details :  1,300 words, Dilf! Reader referred to as ‘You/Your,’ Reader has twins, Readers children are animal mutants (bear), Readers children are named ‘Jett’ and ‘Hogan,’ Reader is divorced, Reader is about forty to forty-five, Reader is lightly implied to be a mutant, Reader is described as ‘having stubble,’ Logan is whipped for Reader, Logan ogles reader, and finally, sexual implications in almost everything Logan thinks

let’s see, let’s get Roxto x male Metkayina reader. Reader getting Roxto to understand that someone else likes him (reader), because Roxto is sad over Kiri liking spider.

no bc like I swear roxto had a lil sum going on for kiri…

anyways! Older reader who reminds Roxto there’s other fish in the sea, primarily himself.

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AGED UP ROXTO‼️‼️

"You're staring at her again," you say, voice low enough that only Roxto can hear it over the crash of the waves. He flinches like you’ve caught him stealing, his broad shoulders tensing before he forces them to relax, pretending he wasn’t just watching Kiri laugh at something Spider said, again. The setting sun paints his teal skin in gold, but his expression is storm-cloud dark, sulky in a way that would be adorable if it weren’t so painfully obvious.

You lean back against the bark of the fishing dock, arms crossed. Roxto fidgets with the shell necklace at his throat, a nervous habit he’s had since he was a boy, and you remember when those hands were smaller, clumsier, when he used to trail after you instead of her, wide-eyed and eager for approval. "She doesn’t see you," you finally say, not unkindly. "Not like that."

His jaw clenches. "I know," he mutters, but the way his tail flicks against the sand says otherwise. You sigh, reaching out to flick his forehead like you used to when he was being particularly stubborn. He glares, rubbing the spot, but there’s no real heat in it, just embarrassment.

"You’re wasting your time, Rox," you tell him, softer now. His eyes dart to yours, sharp and searching, and for a heartbeat, you think he might argue. But then his gaze drops to your mouth, lingers a second too long, and you feel something hot curl low in your stomach. Maybe you’ve both been staring at the wrong person.

You pull the woven basket from behind you, the one you’d hidden when you first sat down, and toss it into his lap. The smell of smoked fish and spices rises between you, and Roxto blinks down at it like he’s forgotten what food is. "You didn’t eat," you murmur, nudging the basket closer. "Again."

His fingers twitch, hesitant, before he finally picks up a piece, the gesture achingly familiar. You used to do this when he was younger, leave food outside his family’s marui after bad storms. Roxto’s throat bobs as he chews, slow, like he’s savouring it. Like he’s remembering.

You lean in, just a little, close enough that your knee brushes his. "There are other fish in the sea, you know," you say, voice rough with something that isn’t just teasing. His breath catches. The waves crash. And for the first time tonight, he isn’t looking at Kiri at all.

"Thank you," Roxto finally murmurs, his fingers curling around the edge of the basket like he’s afraid you’ll take it back. His eyes flick up to yours, hesitant, searching, like he’s trying to read something written in the darkening sky behind you.

You grin, slow and knowing, and reach out to pluck a stray leaf from his hair. He doesn’t pull away. "You’re welcome," you say, letting your fingers linger just a second too long against his temple. His skin is warm under your touch.

The wind shifts, carrying the sound of Kiri’s laughter further down the beach. Roxto exhales, long and slow, and for once, he doesn’t turn to look. Instead, his fingers tighten around the basket, and when he speaks again, his voice is quieter, steadier, like he’s finally seeing something he’d missed before. "Maybe you’re right," he says. "About the fish."

You chuckle, low and rough, and tilt your head toward the path leading up to your marui. "Of course I am," you say, watching the way his pupils dilate in the fading light. "Come on. You can finish that inside."

He hesitates, just for a second, old habits die hard, but then he’s nodding, standing with the basket cradled against his chest like an offering. His tail brushes against your calf as he moves past you.

You follow him up the path, close enough to catch the salt-and-sun scent of his skin, close enough to see the way his shoulders relax as the sounds of the beach fade behind you. The torches along the path flicker, casting shadows that dance across his back, and for the first time all evening, neither of you is thinking about anyone else.

Inside, the marui is warm, and Roxto sets the basket down carefully, like it’s something fragile, something precious, and when he turns to face you, there’s a quiet intensity in his gaze that wasn’t there before. "You’ve always—" he starts, then stops, his fingers flexing at his sides like he’s unsure what to do with them.

You step closer, close enough that your breath stirs the strands of hair framing his face. "Always what?" you prompt, voice barely above a whisper. He swallows hard, and you watch the way his throat moves, the way his pulse jumps beneath his skin.

He’s just so sweet, kind, a beefy body, and has scars on his arms and chest from past young huntsmen years.

He may have been a slasher of Grimm in his day but he has a sweet fatherly demeanor that he’s picked up after raising his kids. Just a gentle giant who longs for a love.

The rwby girls (now in their 20s) are smitten with him

Ruby was swooned by his fighting style and his cooking. The way he was so gentle with ruby’s hands as he helped guide her to mix in the cookie batter in the bowl. They were standing so close together side to side as they enjoyed eating the freshly baked cookies. Ruby’s never felt flushed and so overwhelmed like this before. She’s stumbling over her words as he asks how she’s doing, attentive and listening to whatever she says. She never had strong feelings like this over a boy during her freshman years as a Huntress, but now she can’t stop staring at your big hands and thick arms as you took a sip of your coffee/tea.

Weiss already has daddy issues but a kind older man treating her and praising her efforts did something to her…and she craved more. She was a former heiress, it felt so wrong to be head over heels over a man who cooked and cleaned up after his kids, and not have the time to look after himself. He was a mess! Covered in dirt and grime, his forehead and chest beaded in sweat. She wanted to fix him up so badly. The need of wanting to be the woman in his life that will reshape him was tantalizing for the ice queen. Also pissing off her dad that she dating an older guy is a plus.

Blake is smitten with your kind nature. The way you treat those around you, she notices. Your past Huntsmen accomplishments, to her, you were seen as a rugged hero. And your relationship with your kids, is a sight to see for her. She doesn’t want to rush into settling with you but your beefy stature does make it hard for her. The books she reads, shes lowkey fantasized about this situation. An older guy pinning her down as she felt your rough calloused hands rom around her body as you please. But it’s your gentle touch is what drives her on edge! You could spilt her in half but you hold back and instead gently caress her head as she begs you to do more to her…

kaimana [heard breeder and got so hard he got nauseous]: i think i hauve Covid

Former Breeder Darling takes a trip out to the beach nearby where the farm they used to work/live on. They strike up a conversation with an attendee at one of the bar stands. The guys a little awkward, but sweet - they guess he didn't have much interaction with others before he got the job and was still getting the hang of things. He noticeably becomes a whole lot clumsier when Darling mentions the details of their past career and current goal.

"So - what brings you out here, Stranger?"

"There's a farm a bit up north from here.. Worked there almost my entire adult life. Job was starting to get to my head so I quit."

"Oh, is that so? I try not to head too far from home, but now I'm starting to regret that. What type of work did you do?"

"I was a breeder.....on top of some manual labor.'

The glass Kaimana held slips from his hands.

"Holy..... You good, Kai?"

K....Kai?? You're giving him nicknames already?? Kaimana grabs the broom propped against the wall behind him - using it to support his wobbly legs instead of cleaning the shards of broken glass at his feet. "Y-yes, I'm fine!... Please continue."

"Eh, not much more to say. Whenever someone needed some assistance having a kid I helped out. Didn't think much of it when I was younger. Paid good, and I got to live on the farm for next to nothing which allowed me to save up over the years.... I had no attachment to it till I received some photos of one of my kids... Well... Not my kid, but their folks were nice enough to send them... It got me thinking... about a family of my own."

You look up from your glass to find Kaimana frantically scribbling something on a napkin.

"My number! .... I-if you'd like to keep in touch. Have you found a place of receidence yet? I know a lovely hotel closeby. I can take you there!- W-we could get to know each other a little better - maybe over dinner or-or a nice bottle of wine."

You chuckle. "Dinner sounds good. Been meaning to try some of the seafood this area is know for.. You should probably clean up that glass though."

You're probably right about that. If he faints atop a pile of glass he'll have to miss your date getting stitches! It's a somewhat difficult for him to move with one particular area of his clothing so drenched in his own fluids.

"Y...yes... dear.... Dear customer, I mean!... haha..."

"Cute." You down the rest of your drink and pull a few bills from your pocket, tucking the napkin in that same sleeve as you stand from the counter. "See you later, Kai."

Kai waves as you depart. He wouldn't call it a goodbye as he'd see you soon enough.

John/Homelander x Older! Dilf! User

Scenario: "after the... dissappearence of Madelyn Stillwell, you so happen to take her place, you didn't know why you had to take her place... But you did, you didn't want to question it much... It brought income for your family, you were a single father, your late wife dying after giving birth to your son, at first... Homelander didn't like you, not one bit... but then... he started to get attached, growing obsessed and even possessive over you... he just want you to take care of him... will his daddy take care of him?"

Warning: Leading towards NSFW, slight bdlb (big daddy, little boy), daddy kink, Homelander (he's his own warning), mention of Homelander having reversed Oedipus Complex, Obsessive and possessive Homelander, mention of Homelander not liking your son, forceful Homelander, user is somewhere in their 40's (43+), user has a 5 year old son, mentioned that Homelander does not like your son

Daddy's boy~

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Poly Submas x Dilf Reader with Triplets

It's pretty obvious that people know who the twins are by this point. They're battle masters, train conductors, and are considered Unova's most sought after bachelors. You know them well actually, considering that they're your boyfriends.

You're a father of identical triplets, all girls. Every year you all dress up as Professor Utonium and the Powerpuff Girls. You always tell the girls that they can ask for a different themed costume but they insist on dressing up as Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup.

The girls are candy sweet, you love them so much! People often times have their own little nicknames for them. Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, or Eenie, Miney, Mo, sort of names.

The girls from oldest to youngest are named: Momoka, Hana, and Akari. The girls are adopted and you all immigrated over to the Unova region after you were able to secure a better job for a life for all four of you.

The girls are a handful at times but you're quite thankful to have the twins as your boyfriends. When you first immigrated, you were showing the girls on how to ride the subways safely. They all attended the same private school. The four of you would ride together in the morning and then the girls would walk over to where you worked at the Nimbasa Library. You'd all get lunch and when you went back to work, the girls would do their homework and play on the computers until it was time to go home.

There was a time though, the girls wanted to go hang out with some classmates. You were obviously very worried about them going on their own so you insisted that they take one of your Pokemons with you. But at some point, the girls got lost in the subway station, at three separate locations, and were crying for your help in the group chat.

You immediately went to look for them, asking for help. You found one of your girls but then when you found Hana and Akari, they were with one of the twins. Hana had found Emmet, and somehow charmed her way into getting him to buy her a lollipop. Akari was with Ingo, the two holding hands together as her other hand held a toy he had given her. You thanked the twins profusely for their assistance.

Since that day forward, the twins became almost an integral part of your life. Somehow the three of you have similar work schedules and train routes. In the morning, you'd see the twins on the same train to Nimbasa from Anville Town. The girls were happy to see the twins, but after learning that Hana got candy, the other two girls often ask when they'd get their share. It was here that you explained to the twins that the girls learned the concept of sharing. On the occasion you don't buy singular treats, you buy them a big candy bar and tell them to share it evenly.

On the train rides back home, the girls are often talking to the twins about their day. Talking about their school subjects and what not. At least until they found out that Ingo and Emmet are among Unova's best trainers and then they get excited and ask many questions, including wanting to see their pokemon.

When you all arrive at the same destination for home, the girls insist that the twins come over for dinner. The twins at first are apprehensive, but the girls insist and beg for you to let them join. Thankfully you have enough food in the fridge to prepare a large meal for them.

What started off as a coincidence, then intentions, easily became domestic. You at first tried to keep your romantic life with the twins a secret from the girls, at least until you gave them an explanation on gay people. When they saw Emmet and Ingo give you a kiss on the cheek, they all screamed in delight.