#short haired reader

[sakuralovespossums]

Deathklok x Fem Reader with Pixie-Cut Hair

(Or the author realizing she has a neck kink)

Nathan Explosion

The image of Nathan with his long hair next to you with your short one is too cute

He finds it so adorable and loves how soft it feels whenever he pets you or brushes your hair (he’ll never admit it tho cuz it’s not brutal)

You don’t have to hear him say it tho to know how much he loves your hair. Whenever he walks past you, he affectionately ruffles your hair and you blush at how his large warm hand almost engulfs your head

Pickles the Drummer

Likes to drunkenly nibble on your exposed neck whenever you cuddle

His nickname for you is coconut-head

If he’s really drunk or high, he’ll sometimes mistaken you for a (pretty hot) guy

Really likes sniffing your hair cuz it helps him calm down

Toki Wartooth

He also finds your pixie haircut just so adorable!!

A tiny part of him is upset that he can’t make braids out of your hair since it’s too short. But his love for it overruns it

Growing up, he never saw much women with short hair like yours since, according to his family’s strict beliefs, women having short hair was seen as “whorish”. So seeing you embrace your short hair really made him happy

He can’t braid your hair, but he still decorates it with hair clips and little bows. He also loves how fluffy it feels under his calloused fingers

He really likes surprise attacking you from behind by pecking the back of your neck with little kisses. Sometimes he leaves a quick kiss when no one’s looking. Other times, he’ll just grab you from behind and pepper it with a barrage of kisses as you giggle and squirm in his grip

He just really loves how soft and vulnerable your neck looks totally not a kink of his

He needs to claim it or else how will others know you are his and his alone?!

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

He stares at you for a few seconds with his typical cold gaze before bringing his hand up to stroke your hair and plant a gentle kiss on your head

He’s internally screaming at how precious you are

Will blow onto the back of your neck, causing you to jump and look behind to see him strumming away on his guitar like nothings happened

He definitely leaves hickeys there

Just imagine him grabbing onto the back of your neck whenever your talking to another guy or you guys are being interviewed (a subtle way of showing who you belong to)

He finds it cute how your short locks curl around your face

Makes him wanna cup your face and leave kisses all over your cheeks as you whine at him to cut it out

William Murderface

He tells you that you look like a guy and that you should grow it out since he doesn’t want people to think he’s dating a dude

Meanwhile he always rubs his face against your hair every time you sleep or cuddle together

You just make a jab back at him about his own weird hair style

Murderface secretly does love your short hair and thinks it’s what really adds to your beauty. He’s just also really insecure about how others might see him and def has some internalized biphobia

If anyone else ever calls you a guy or makes fun of your hair tho, he will throw hands

You like how his mustache tickles your neck as he kisses it

[allimili]

Shadow milk we know you wear a wig

Now give us your wig we want to wear it

[pinkboaclub]

Coachella

Summary: You and your friend group go to Coachella, when your very flirtatious friend, Harry, gets a little too touchy, and you get a little too horny, you decide to stop by your tent to blow off some steam.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut, exhibition, casual sex, Harry is kind of a sleaze, not proofread

You and your friend group trudged through the sweltering desert heat, the Coachella crowd was vibrant with life, a sea of colorful clothes dancing to the rhythm of the musicians that had just started to play. The air had an intense scent of sunscreen and weed.

You had chosen an outfit carefully, a very short pink skirt that barely covered your ass with every step. Above it, you wore a crop top that hugged your body tightly, with a glitter scattered across your chest and hair.

Your friend, Harry, couldn't help but stare at you, his eyes tracing the lines of your body as it swayed in the crowd. You had noticed his flirty behavior before, the way a smirk would immediately land on his face when you walked into a room, and lingering glances that followed your every move.

But, he had done that with everyone. You had seen that smirk on his face when other women walked by, the way he would look other girls up and down like he would you. So you never gave him the time of day. You brushed off all of his advances as just another cheeky remark.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Harry's flirty comments grew more frequent, his eyes locked on the bare skin of your legs that your skirt exposed. He leaned in closer, shouting over the music, "You look amazing in that skirt, you know that, right?" His breath was warm against your neck, and the scent of his cologne filled your nostrils.

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore him. "It's just a skirt, Harry," you yelled back, though you couldn't deny the thrill that shot through you when his eyes lingered on your thighs. "There's plenty of other girls wearing them here, why don't you go compliment them?"

But Harry wasn't easily deterred. He stepped closer, his hand grazing your bare skin as he leaned in to be heard over the pounding bass. "Just thought I’d let you know." he said, his voice low and filled with a hunger you hadn't noticed before.

You turned to face him, your arms folded across your chest as the crowd surged around you. "How many girls have you said that to tonight?" you shot back, your voice tinged with skepticism. Harry chuckled, you couldn't tell whether that was a conformation or a denial.

Truth was, it had been a while since you'd slept with anyone. You had been busy with work, and the last guy you had been with was...less than satisfactory. Though you normally wouldn't give it a second thought, tonight, the thought of Harry's hands on you, his mouth, sent a shiver down your spine.

You looked back at him as you swayed to the music performance you were watching. He looked down at you and gave you a slight smile and an eyebrow raise. You kept shifting, almost uncomfortable in your skin as the thought overtook your brain. His hands going up your skirt, then up your shirt, fucking you relentlessly. Maybe just one night with him wouldn't hurt.

Turning around, you leaned in and whispered into Harry's ear, "You're not so bad yourself, you know." It was cheeky and flirty, a playful smile playing on your lips. You felt his body stiffen in surprise before his hand found your lower back, pulling you closer, your hips now swaying in sync with his. The tension between you grew palpable, the music seeming to pulse with every beat of your racing heart.

Your mind wandered to your hotel room…though you wouldn’t be seeing it for another three days. Your friend group had splurged on Coachella camping passes, instead of long drives back to a hotel you’d be camping out in the desert. But...you can still have sex in a tent...and surely there wouldn't be that many at the campsite while there were performances...

Turning back to Harry, you leaned in and whispered in his ear again, "I'm not really into the next few performers. Are you willing to miss some?...Go back to the tents for a bit?" You knew exactly what you were implying, and from the way Harry's eyes darkened, he knew too. He nodded eagerly and took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.

"I'm going to my tent for a bit, to drink some water and cool off." You whispered in one of your girlfriends ears before walking through the crowd of people with Harry, still hand in hand.

The journey through the festival grounds to the camping area felt like forever, people would look at you two, you wondered if they knew what you were doing. Harry walked closely behind you, one hand in yours, his other hand on your lower back as you led him through the maze of tents. You could feel his breath against the back of your neck, sending a thrilling shiver down your spine.

As the music faded, you felt your excitement grow, as did Harry's, his touches and kisses to your neck. You decided to get him a little more excited...lifting the hem of your skirt just enough to show a hint of your lacy underwear, and let it drop before he could get a good look. Harry's eyes went wide, and his grip on your hand tightened.

You turned around and looked at him with a mischievous smile, "What?" you asked, playing coy. Harry laughed and shook his head, his walking pace now becoming quicker.

Once you reached the tent, you didn't bother with the zipper, you practically ripped it open and pulled Harry inside. Harry's hands were everywhere, on your thighs, your waist, your breasts, as you kissed him deeply, your sloppily tongues dancing together.

The tent was hot, a stark contrast to the cool night air outside. Harry's jeans were tight, his erection pressing against you. You could feel him growing harder with each passing second as you were grinding yourself against him.

Your kisses grew more desperate, your hands reaching down to stroke him through his pants. He groaned into your mouth, his hands cupping your ass, pushing you closer. "What made you change your mind? Couldn't resist me any longer?" Harry asked as he pulled away from your lips.

You chuckled at the clear display of his massive ego. "Oh yeah...definitely" you replied sarcastically, your breath hot against his cheek. Harry didn't need to hear another word. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for another deep kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless.

Breaking away from the kiss, you playfully pushed him down to the makeshift bed in the tent. The air was thick with desire as you straddled him, your skirt riding up even further, giving him a clear view of your barely-there underwear. You started to sway your hips to the rhythm of a distant stage, giving him a mini lap dance, your hands moving seductively over your own body, teasing him.

"Is this what you wanted?" you whispered, your eyes sparkling with mischief. Harry's breath hitched as you began to palm him through his pants, feeling the heat and hardness growing beneath your touch. His eyes were glued to your movements, watching as your hands danced closer to the bulge in his jeans.

The tent was dimly lit by the distant festival lights, casting a soft glow over your bodies as you began to rock your hips against his, teasing him with every grind. Harry's eyes were hooded with lust, his hands reaching up to grip your waist as he watched you move. You could feel his cock pulsing with every beat of the music that echoed through the fabric walls.

With a seductive smirk, you slithered down his body, your hands working at the button of his jeans as you went. You slid the zipper down with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing the prize you'd been eyeing. Harry's cock sprang free, thick and eager, straining towards you. You took him in your hand, feeling the weight and heat of him, and brought your mouth closer, letting out a soft moan that sent a tremor through his body.

Your eyes locked with his as you took him in your mouth, your tongue flicking out to taste the salty sweetness of his skin. He was so hard, and the feel of him filling your mouth was intoxicating. You took him deep, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag just a little. Harry's eyes filled with surprise and pleasure, his hands gripping the sheets as you began to bob your head up and down, taking him in deeper each time.

You felt the warmth spread through your cheeks, the stretch in your jaw, as you deepthroated him, the sound of your gagging mixing with the festival's music.

Harry's grip on your hair tightened, his hips bucking up slightly as you worked him over. His moans grew louder, and you felt a thrill knowing that you were the one giving him this pleasure. You could feel his muscles tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps as you bobbed your head up and down, taking him to the edge.

But you weren't done teasing him yet. You pulled back, letting him slip almost entirely out of your mouth before diving back in, taking him deep again. Each time you hit the back of your throat, you'd pull back just a bit, letting him feel the tightness of your throat before plunging back down. Harry's eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze making you wetter than ever.

The sound of your gagging grew louder, mingling with the distant music, as you worked his cock with vigor. You felt powerful, like you were the one in control here, despite being the one on your knees. His hips began to thrust upward, meeting your mouth, urging you to take more of him. You moaned around his length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"Fuck, I need you to fuck me," you breathed out, your voice hoarse from the effort. Harry's eyes blazed with desire as he reached into the back pocket of his tight-fitting jeans, pulling out his wallet. "Of course you carry one around," you murmured, a hint of amusement in your voice. He chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly. You took the condom from his hand.

With a seductive smile, you held the foil packet between your teeth and ripped it, sending a jolt of excitement through Harry's body. You took the condom from the packet and held it up, watching his eyes follow your every move. He swallowed hard as you reached for his cock, now glistening with your saliva.

Slowly, you rolled the condom down his length, savoring the feel of his skin under your fingertips. Harry's eyes never left yours, the anticipation building.

"Turn around," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. You complied eagerly, turning away from him to present your ass, your skirt hiked up to expose the lacy underwear that matched the bra you had been teasing him with all night. He took a moment to appreciate the view, his hand coming up to trace the curve of your cheek before smacking it lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

With a swift movement, Harry yanked your underwear down, the fabric catching on your thighs before dropping to the floor. "M'not going to let this pretty skirt go to waste." He said, letting you keep the garment on.

He positioned himself behind you, his cock nudging against your wet entrance as you balanced on your hands and knees. The anticipation was unbearable, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest as you waited for him to fill you up.

With one swift movement, Harry entered you, his cock sliding in deep, making you gasp at the sudden intrusion. The feeling of his skin against yours was electric, and you couldn't help but push back into him, urging him deeper.

He took the hint, gripping your hips as he began to pound into you, the sound of your bodies slapping together mixed with your breath panting was the only thing you could hear.

Each thrust was deep and hard, his cock filling you up completely. You bit your lip to keep from screaming out his name, the sensation was overwhelming, like nothing you've ever felt before. The tent was bouncing slightly with each slam.

Looking back at Harry with a seductive gaze, you reached back with one hand to palm your own ass, giving him the full view of your body. His eyes widened at the sight, and he groaned, his strokes becoming more erratic. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure.

You felt your orgasm building, your pussy clenching around his cock as he hit just the right spot. The friction was unbearable, and you could feel your body shaking with the effort to hold off. "I'm going to cum," you warned him, your voice a breathless whisper.

"Then do it," Harry urged, his own voice strained with pleasure. "Let me hear you scream."

With a fiery determination, you threw your head back and let go. Your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you with an intensity that left you gasping for breath. "Harry!" you screamed, your voice hoarse from the effort as your body convulsed around his cock. He didn't slow down, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove into you, pushing you through your climax.

Once the peak had passed, and your energy came back up, you turned back to him again, still on your hands and knees, your skirt now hiked up around your waist. Harry's eyes were dark with lust, his movements more urgent as he just watched you come down from your high. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmured, his own orgasm clearly on the horizon.

"I want to feel you cum on me," you whispered, turning around to face him, your cheek pressed against the rough fabric of the tent floor. Another smirk pulled at Harry's lips, the biggest one he had ever given you. "I want to be a mess, Harry. I want to wear your cum on my back."

The words sent a shockwave through Harry's body, his grip on your hips tightening. He thrust into you with renewed vigor, his eyes locked onto your face, watching as the pleasure built in your eyes. Each movement grew more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, yes," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "You're going to be so dirty for me."

With one hand still gripping the bed, you reached back with the other, running your fingers up his abs. The feel of his firm, sweaty skin beneath your fingertips was intoxicating. You traced the lines of his six-pack, feeling the muscles tense and flex with each of his thrusts. "You like that, don't you?" you whispered, your voice filled with a seductive edge. "I want your cum so bad, baby. Want you to paint my back."

He didn't reply, your words leaving him speechless. The only sound was the music outside, the occasional shout of a distant festival-goer, and the slap of your bodies coming together. His eyes were focused on yours, watching the lust and desire build in their depths.

With a final, powerful thrust, Harry pulled out, his cock glistening with your arousal. You felt the loss of his warmth and the sudden coolness of the desert air, making you shiver slightly. "Move your hair," he ordered, his voice thick with need. You complied, arching your back and pushing your hair to one side, exposing your bare skin to him.

You watched as he stroked himself, his hand moving rapidly up and down his length. The sight was mesmerizing, the way his hand moved with such precision, the way his forearm muscles flexed with each stroke. You bit your lip, unable to look away.

Without warning, Harry spurted, ropes of white-hot cum that landed on your bare back. You gasped as the warm liquid painted your skin, a thrill shooting through you that was almost as intense as your orgasm. He continued to cum, both of you watching, a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he watched you become a canvas for his pleasure.

You felt a sense of satisfaction as he finished, his breathing heavy, chest rising and falling rapidly. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, watching the last droplets land on your skin. "Looks like your hard work of constant flirting paid off." You couldn't help but smirk, feeling a sense of power as you saw the desire still in his eyes.

Without missing a beat, you reached back with one hand, gathering a glob of his cum on your finger. You brought it to your mouth, the tangy taste of him hitting your taste buds. Harry's breath hitching as you licked your finger clean with a deliberate, almost theatrical flick of your tongue. "It's a good thing we're in a tent," you said with a smirk, "Otherwise, everyone would know what a slut I just was." You joked, referring to your loud screams (that everyone in a close radius definitely heard) before giving him a shirt to wipe the rest off your back.

You both lay there for a moment, panting, the sticky mess between your legs the only evidence of what had just occurred.

"Same time tomorrow?" Harry murmured against your neck, his voice low and teasing. You couldn't help but laugh, the sound a little shaky from the aftermath of your orgasm.

"If my legs can handle it," you replied, your voice thick with sarcasm. Harry chuckled, his breath warm against your skin as he kissed your neck. You both lay there in the tired, sticky mess.

You both knew that you couldn't stay in the tent forever, everyone would wonder where you were, though you definitely could.

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[banshees-martin]

s1 daryl was so baby ☹️☹️

[auuwmk]

this is what happened with ysa & kdj in the journey to the west arc in my mind actually

[togament]

imagine napping with ume thoughhh 😮‍💨 you know for a fact he’d cuddle. the man cannot and WOULD NOT fall asleep without having your limbs touching, feeling your warmth against his skin. can’t convince me otherwise.

if he could, he’d have his entire face shoved in the space below your neck, nose and mouth included. but he has to breathe, y’know? so he likes sleeping on your pillow. you gotta share.

when he wakes up before you, he peppers super gentle kisses along your face. sorry, pal. he absolutely cannot help it. if he had a tail, he’d be wagging it as soon as he saw your adorable sleeping face. (kisses would substitute the imaginary tail)

when you wake up before him, good luck. the man sleeps like a rock. at least you could stare at his pretty sleeping face for a few minutes, I guess? or you could pepper soft kisses on his face too if you wanna try waking him up.

a billion soft kisses to wake ume up just so you could see him wake up with a huge smile on his face? WORTH IT.

[iceyshenanigans]

I felt really inspired by @rollinouttahere-writes ‘s post about what goes on with Lucky around Marineford! Sorry it’s ramble esc if you want to understand better just read the og post I reblogged before this one. :]

Bonus unused Shanks! I thought he looked too soft so I ditched it.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

It's Always Been You

daemon x daughter!reader 

anon request

Summary: You visit Runestone for your name day at your mother's behest. Tragic events follow but end better than you ever could’ve imagined. 

Warnings: 18+ daddy kink duh, size/bulge kink, breeding kink, overstim, fingering, masturbation(f), oral(f), p in v, loss of virginity, swearing, fade to black murder? idk i didn’t really wanna go too in depth but we all know what happened to Rhea - the dismissal of the death is kinda 🥴 but rip let’s get some head ig 

Authors Note: “i love daddy!daemon” we all say in unison 🧎🏼‍♀️🙂‍↕️  timeline is warped for the sake of this fic and that’s ok!! 

Word Count: 5.1k 

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You jump up from your bed with your sheets sticking against your skin. You wipe away the tears on your cheek and toss the sheets off. You forgo your slippers and robe before slipping out of your chambers. The halls are quiet and barren as you make another turn. When you stop in front of the wooden doors you've come to learn well over the past week, you hesitate for a second before pushing them open and clicking them shut behind you. 

“Who is it?” you hear his groggy voice from the bed. 

“Daddy?” Daemon groans, pulling his sheets over himself. 

“What are you doing here at this hour?” he tosses his head back to the pillow until he hears you sniffle. 

“I’m sorry.” you wipe the tears from your eyes. “I just.. I just had-“ you hiccup back a sob as you cover your red face. 

You hear the sheets rustle around and soon he’s picking you up and holding you against his chest as your tears continue to flow. He pets your hair back and presses his lips to the side of your head. You tremble in his arms as you wrap your limbs around him tightly. When he realizes you won’t settle he brings you back to his bed and lays you both back. You continue to curl against his chest as his fingers trail down your spine. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, sweet girl.” he hums and you bury yourself deeper into his neck. 

“I miss my chambers at the Red Keep. I don’t like staying in Runestone.” you feel his chest rumble with a small chuckle. 

“I know, I know,” he hums. “Your mother has missed you all these years. She wanted to see what a beautiful woman you’ve become.” you whine trying to get closer to him. 

“I want you to take me home, Daddy. I don’t even know her. I want to go home. I’m plagued with night terrors every night here.” your voice starts to shake. “Can I stay with you until we leave?” he sighs at your pleas. 

“They won’t allow it. We’re not in King’s Landing.” he hears your sobs start anew. 

“Please,” you whine. “Please just for tonight at least.” he squeezes your hips. 

“Sweet girl.” he sighs. 

“Daddy,” you whine. “Please.” you whisper. “Please, please,” he knows he has to get you out of his bed but you’re clinging to him so tightly. 

“You can stay for a couple more minutes.” he caves and wraps his arms around you. 

“Thank you.” you start to push his sheets down wanting to be closer, needing his comfort. “I liked when we spent my birthdays alone. When you would fly me to the finest cities atop Caraxes. Please take me from here.” you feel your face heat as your tears start again. 

“Shh, shh,” he pets your hair and you snuggle into him. The breath is knocked from his chest when you shift your hips against his cock. “Come back up here.” he slides you up his chest away from his legs. His hands rest on your lower back softly rubbing against your night dress. 

“Please,” you let out a desperate whimper, pressing your lips to his neck. “I just want to listen to your heart.” you scoot back down despite how he grips onto your waist. 

“Fine, just stay still.” he pats your back and you nod against his chest. 

Daemon tries to clear his mind but the way you're softly tracing your fingers against his chest is keeping him extremely aware of every move you make. He starts to run his fingers up your back and you wiggle against him letting a small giggle spill out. The sound warms his chest and even more so when you place your lips against him. He lowers his hands more than he should and he groans finding that your nightdress slid up when you slid down. 

“Let me fix your nightdress.” you shake your head at his words. 

“No. I want to be close to you.” you yank your nightdress up and Daemons head spins. 

“This is improper.” he groans, placing his hands on your waist. 

“But it feels so good.” you hum, pressing yourself closer to him. “Can you take it the rest of the way off, Daddy?” you lift your head up and look at him. Daemon is torn on what to do. He should take you back to your chambers. He should- “Daddy,” you whimper. 

“Okay.” he nods, pulling the silk over your head. He places his hands on your back once more as you start to squirm against him. 

“You’re so warm. I can feel all of your muscles like this.” you press your lips across his chest. “I like this very much.” you slide down a bit more and squeak. 

“Stop moving.” Daemon digs his fingers into your hips. You wiggle your hips and a small whine makes its way to his ears. “We should get you back to your chambers.” he tosses his head back as you scoot lower. 

“No, I wanna stay here. Please,” you gasp as you start to rock against his cock. “Please Daddy, yes,” your soft pleas have his cock twitching between your pooling wetness. He flips you over quickly and lets his eyes travel over your exposed body. 

“Do you even know what you’re begging for?” he slides his cock up your slit, watching your face twist with pleasure. 

“You.” you whisper. “I’m begging for you. Please,” you arch up and he stares at you. “I want you to take my maidenhead for my name day. Please,” you bring your hands to his back to try and pull him down. 

“My cock shouldn’t be anywhere near your cunny.” he presses his forehead to yours as his tip brushes against your bud. 

“Please,” he’s torn listening to you and watching you try to hump yourself against him. “Just once.” you whisper. “What must I do?” he presses his lips to yours, giving into his deepest desire. “Thank you.” you gasp when he starts to kiss your neck. 

Daemon lifts up to sit back to take you in. Your chest is heaving and your nipples are peaked. You have a soft pout on your lips as you reach up for him. He lifts you with ease, enjoying how he can move you about as he pleases. He holds you up higher so he can wrap his lips around one of your nipples which earn in a sweet whimper. 

“Daddy,” you hold onto his shoulders. 

He takes your nipple between his teeth and your nails dig into his shoulders. He flicks his tongue across the bud until you're quietly moaning above him. He teases his tongue across to your other nipple and offers it the same attention enjoying your sounds and cries. He moves to lay you back on the bed but you cling onto him. 

“I need you to lay back so I can start preparing your little cunny.” he hums, lifting you off of him once more. “That’s my good girl.” he watches you lay back on his mattress. He spreads your legs and pulls you half into his lap. “So very pretty.” he rubs his thumb up the side of your slit. He lifts your hips and dips down to slide his tongue up your center. 

“Daddy,” you whimper, grabbing onto his arm. “Oh, I- Please,” his tongue flicks against your bud as he looks down at you. 

He pushes his tongue into your core and he chuckles, watching your legs tremble. You softly buck against his mouth and he flattens his tongue to cover the entirety of your cunny before bringing the tip of his tongue to lash against your bud. You let out a high pitched cry before you fall apart, digging your nails into his arms. He lays you back on the bed once more and you gape at his hard cock bobbing against his stomach. 

“Don’t worry, sweet girl.” he smirks, stroking himself. “I’m still getting you ready.” he releases his length and lays between your thighs. 

He spreads you, looking over your glistening cunny before he brings a finger to circle your entrance. He slowly presses his finger into you and groans at you squeezing him. When he starts to pump his finger you let out soft cries that quickly become moans. As he presses a second finger in he starts to circle your bud with his tongue. 

“Tell daddy how it feels.” he watches as your pleasure coats his fingers with every slow pump. 

“Good, I feel- Mm,” you roll your hips when he curls his fingers. “Yes,” you gasp as he starts to pump them in faster, smiling at the sound of your wetness. “Daddy, I-

“Gods,” he feels you start to pulse around his fingers. He continues to pump his fingers until you come down from your high softly whimpering. “Are you ready to try my cock now?” he looks up at your lidded eyes as you nod. 

He gets back up on his knees and looks down as you as you still softly tremble from pleasure. Your glistening cunny is fluttering around nothing and is calling all of his attention. You watch as he starts to stroke himself and you spread your legs wider as you chew your lip. 

“Do you think you’ll fit?” your soft words have him pulling you closer by your legs. 

“It’ll fit sweet girl.” he chuckles, resting his cock on you watching it reach up to your belly button. 

“It’s gonna go all the way in my tummy?” you look down with wide eyes. 

“It might feel like it. Daddy will make sure it feels really good.” he kneels back and starts to slide his tip through your slit. He presses his tip into your entrance and watches you bite your lip. Your cunny sucks in his tip and he groans at the tightness. “You doing okay?” one of his hands grabs your waist while the other holds his cock trying to keep his movements minimal. 

“So much bigger than your fingers.” you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut. 

“I’m going to move just a little bit.” he grits through his teeth, rubbing circles into your skin. 

“Oka- Ah, Daddy,” tears prick at your eyes when he pushes in another inch. 

“You’re doing so good for me. So good.” he groans when he looks down and sees the imprint of him inside you. “Your little cunny is hugging me so tightly.” he moves his hand from his cock to rub small circles into your bud as he continues to push in. 

“Yes, please,” you whimper as he continues to push in. “More,” the breathless plea has Daemon pushing in even more. 

“You like being split open on daddy’s cock?” he chuckles. “Give me your hand.” you barely lift one up and he grabs it and places it on your lower tummy. “You feel that? That’s daddy inside your sweet cunny.” you gasp feeling him and look up at him with parted lips. 

He slowly pulls out and watches your face scrunch when he pushes back in. You keep your hand resting on your lower tummy feeling him fill you back up. Your little gasps and whimpers test his control to keep it slow until you’re truly ready to be claimed. His pace soon becomes steady along with your moans and he can’t help but watch your hand rub against his bulge every time he pushes into you. 

He snaps his hips and you slide up the bed with a high pitched cry. He brings his hands to your hips and starts to hammer into you. You wrap your legs around his waist, arching off the bed at the new angle. “I want you to touch me here again.” one of your hands pats his and you point at your bud. “Please,” he watches with a grin as you start rubbing yourself with your fingers. 

“But you’re doing such a good job. Play with your little cunny while Daddy fucks you.” your legs shake around his waist as you move your fingers faster. “Such a good girl for me.” he hums, rolling his hips. 

“Daddy, I-

“Shh, shh,” he feels you pulse around him and he can no longer push off his pleasure as your cunny begs to be filled. “I’m gonna fill you up. Your little cunny is begging for my seed.” he grunts, slowing his thrusts as his pleasure starts to pour into you. 

“Thank you,” you whimper as his stills inside of you. “Will you let me stay with you? For tonight at least?” you plead trying to pull him down to you. 

“Just for tonight.” he relents and slowly pulls out of you watching you cross your legs in front of your crying cunny. 

“Thank you,” he lays next to you and you curl into him. “Thank you,” you press your lips to his neck as he holds you closer. 

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Daemon groans at the rushed knocks on his chambers and goes to pull his blanket off and then comes to the realization that you’re still spread atop him. He gently pulls you off covering you with the sheets when there’s another knock. He curses and gets up trying to find something to cover up with as the door starts to open. He gives up and tries to stop the person from entering and tosses his head back with a loud groan as Rhea walks in. 

“Gods you couldn’t have used the sheet at least.” she looks past him to the bed and her eyes widen. “No,” she shakes her head and then looks at Daemon with disgust. 

“You wouldn’t understand.” he waves her off. 

“She’s your daughter.. You’ve ruined her Daemon.. How do you.. Oh Gods, I’m going to be sick.” she turns and flees his room and he groans not wanting to deal with this. 

He walks to his bathing chambers and sighs running the damp cloth across his face. He runs his fingers through his hair before he walks back to the bed. He pulls the sheets down your body and watches as your skin prickles from the breeze. When he trails his fingers over your skin you squirm and let out a soft whine. You slowly blink your eyes open and smile reaching up for him. 

“Daddy,” you pout. 

“Let’s get your slip on and I’ll give you a robe so we can walk you back to your chambers.” he nods, pulling on a pair of trousers. “I have some things to deal with.��� 

“Can we go home today? Or at least somewhere else?” you push your bottom lip out. Gods why did Rhea have to barge in here. He had planned on taking you one more time this morning but now.. 

“Yes, sweet girl. We’re leaving here in an hour or two.” he nods. “The servants will help you bathe and dress.” he pulls a tunic on and grabs a robe from his wardrobe. “Come here.” you stand before him tilting your head up. 

He pulls the robe around you and brings you to the door. He pokes his head out and thanks the Gods the hall is empty. He tugs you down the hall quickly and soon you’re standing in front of your chambers. He opens the door for you and scoots you in before kissing your head. 

“I’ll come back for you soon. Get ready and we’ll leave.” he nods and shuts the door behind you. 

Daemon takes the main steps two at a time trying to find where Rhea ran off to. He pulls a guard over and asks and the guard points to the stables. He doesn’t even know what to say, he knows she’ll never understand, he doesn’t even fucking understand. 

Gods your little whines and the softness of your skin. He wishes he could tell himself that was the first time he thought that but.. it’s not. He would’ve been content to keep it a secret and never let it happen again but he would be lying to himself. For the hours he slept he dreamed of the way your cunny felt hugging his cock. The way he could see every thrust as he fucked you into his mattress and the way your fingers rubbed so furiously at your bud looking for your release. 

“May I help you, my Prince?” the stable hand brings him back to the present. 

“I’m looking for Rhea.” he clears his throat. 

“She jumped on her horse and headed for the hills.” the boy winces at Daemon's expression. 

“Then ready me a horse.” he waves the boy off and he comes back a minute later with a horse in tow. 

Daemon jumps on the horse and takes off towards the hills. He rides for about twenty minutes before he finds a lone horse tied to a wooden pole. He ties his horse to the pole and starts off on foot. Behind the hill is where he finds Rhea sitting on the grass looking off at the foothills. 

“Have you come to beg for me to keep your secret?” she doesn’t even turn. 

“I’ve come to beg for nothing. You’d be wise to stay quiet.” he chuckles looking down at her. 

“And if I don’t stay quiet what then?” she finally looks back and her eyes widen when sees what he’s holding in his hand. 

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“How was your ride, my Prince?” the stable hand approaches him as he jumps off. 

“Relaxing. I found Lady Rhea's horse tied to a pole but saw no sign of her. She must be adamant on keeping her own space. Do tell her I was looking for her when she returns.” he tosses the boy a gold coin and struts back to the castle. 

Daemon knows he should feel sick with guilt but all he can think about is getting back to you and seeing your smile again. He makes his way to his chambers and hastily packs his bag before leaving and coming to collect you. He knocks on your door and you open it and then immediately fold into his embrace. 

“Can we go home?” you pull back and look up at him. 

“Are you ready?” you nod quickly. “Then let me grab your bags.” he walks past you and grabs your bags from your couch. “Let’s go.” he offers you his free hand and you gladly accept. 

He leads you down the halls and stairs making sure to stop and share pleasantries with the people you both pass. They welcome you both back whenever you please and Daemon nods along before pulling you out the front doors. He leads you past the outskirts of the gates to the city and Caraxes comes into view. 

Daemon watches as you smile and walk ahead of him to his dragon. He climbs up to secure your bags before coming back down to your side. You thank him for helping you up and you lean back into him thankful to be on your way home. 

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It has been just over a fortnight since you returned to King's Landing and you’ve been so happy except for one thing. Daemon has been keeping a distance between you both and you don’t understand why. You know you only told him just that once but.. but it felt like it would happen again. You wanted it to happen again so very badly. You’re pulled from your thoughts when there's two knocks on your door before they slowly open. 

“Daddy?” you almost sob at the sight of him. “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry for whatever I did. Please stay. Please.” you cling to him as you feel tears slip down your cheeks. 

“What are you talking about, sweet girl?” he wraps his arms around you. 

He very well knows what you mean but he didn’t mean for it to be so noticeable. He doesn’t trust himself around you. He’s been thinking deeply about everything. He’s a Targaryen, he can have you if he pleases, but he knows how everyone else will react. He doesn’t care but he cares all the same. These are the thoughts that had him keeping his distance. But this morning a raven came confirming the events he already knew in Runestone. 

“You barely come see me anymore.” you pull back and look up at him. 

“I’m sorry.” he cups your cheeks. “Come sit with me. I have something to tell you.” you nod and follow him to the couch. 

“What’s happened?” you frown looking at his solemn expression. 

“It’s your mother.” you scrunch your brows at her words. 

“What of her?” you shake your head. 

“She was found dead.” he watches you turn to him with alarm. “They say they-

“I don’t want to hear.” you shake your head quickly. 

“Are you okay?” he studies you. 

“I am sad but.. I didn’t know her. She wasn’t really my mother. She was but,” you shake your head. “I barely knew her. I don’t..” you look up at him with glossy eyes. “It’s sad because death is a sad thing but I can’t mourn a mother I never had.” the words taste wrong on your tongue but they are the truth. “Are you okay? She was your wife?” the question feels wrong and calling her his wife feels even.. 

“I feel quite the same as you. It’s always been you and me.” your eyes snap to his. 

“I like that it’s just us. I want it to be just us forever.” you scoot closer. “But will they make you remarry?” your eyes lock to his. 

“There is only one that I would agree with.” your heart starts to beat rapidly. 

“Who?” your eyes cast down to your hands. 

“You.” he watches your eyes snap up. 

“Really?” your voice cracks. 

“Really.” he nods and chuckles as you crawl into his lap. 

“I was so sure you hated me. I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“You know that I love you so very much.” he rubs your back. 

“Yeah but you haven’t come to see me. I’ve tried to come to you at night but you’ve kept a guard outside your chambers to tell me no. You don’t even take me to the gardens. I thought I did something wrong.” your lip wobbles and you sniffle. 

“Shh,” he continues to rub your back and you cling onto him. “You did nothing wrong. I had to sort some things out. I’m here now. I’m not leaving, I promise.” he presses his lips to the top of your head. 

“And you’ll wed me?” you pull back and search his eyes. 

“That is what I’m to ask the King. I will come back to you tonight with his answer.” you start to frown. “I will still wed you regardless of his answer.” he brings your lips to his. 

“I don’t want you to leave.” you whine as he lifts you off of him. 

“I’ll be back. I promise.” he kisses you once more before leaving you wanting on your couch. 

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Daemon walks down the dark halls with a smile etched across his face. The meeting with the King was less than desirable and he didn’t get his blessing but he didn’t get an outright refusal either. He dismisses your guard and walks into your chambers. You’re spread on your bed with your hand between your thighs and he clicks the doors shut and walks over to you. 

“I need you, Daddy.” you whine, moving your fingers faster. 

“What do you need?” he smirks, pushing your legs open wider. 

“Your cock, please.” you grab for his arm. “Please, touch me, please,” you whimper. 

Daemon presses his lips to yours and replaces your fingers with his. He dips two fingers into you and he’s welcomed by your wetness and warmth. You gasp when he starts to slam his fingers into and can’t stop the continued sounds coming from you. His thumb brushes against your bud and you come undone with your pleasure seeping out of you. He pulls back to watch your legs shake as he continues at his pace. 

“Your little cunny feels so good hugging my fingers. I think I’d like to give it a kiss, I’ve missed it so much.” he starts to kiss down your neck and stops to suck and bite across your breasts. He moves his fingers faster hearing your moans get louder. “Does that feel good?” he bites around nipples. 

“Yes, just like- I,” you claw onto his wrist as his fingers continue to slam into you. “I can’t- I, ple-“ your body goes taut as a small scream comes from you.

“You did so good.” Daemon slows his fingers watching as your pleasure pours out of you along with sweet whimpers. “You and your cunny did so good for me.” he slowly pulls his fingers out and you peel your eyes open and see him settling between your thighs. 

“Please,” your chest heaves as he slides his tongue up your slit. He presses your legs into the mattress and starts to flick his tongue against your bud. “Daddy,” he groans into you as you fist his hair. He softly licks at you and you roll your hips onto his face causing your toes to curl. “Mm, yes,” your chest heaves as you fall apart again. 

“You’re so sensitive.” he hums brushing his thumb up your slit watching you jerk. “You’re sure you want my cock, sweet girl?” he smiles watching you nod your head. 

“Please,” you grab onto his arm. 

He gets off the bed and removes his clothes watching you still tremble with pleasure. He walks to the side of the bed and you turn to him as he sits against your headboard. You crawl into his lap and he lifts you up while lining up with your center. He slowly pushes you down, groaning at the tightness. 

“Oh Gods, Daddy,” you whine burying your head in his shoulder. “Your cock is so big.” he smirks, jerking his hips in and you whimper as he slides in more. “I can,” you cut yourself off with a moan as he pushes the rest of the way in. “I can feel you in my tummy.” you pant and bring a hand to hold onto your lower tummy. 

“Your little cunny loves to swallow my cock whole. You feel every move I make.” he smiles, grabbing your hips to lift you up. “Sit back, I want to see your face while I fuck you.” you push off his chest with shaking arms. He pulls you all the way back down and watches your eyes screw shut as he starts to voice you. 

“Yes, yes, I- please,” you go limp in his arms and he tightens his grip as he fucks you faster. “Daddy,” you grip onto his hands that are firmly dug into your waist as he moves you up and down for his pleasure. 

“You should see yourself,” he grunts. “Just letting me use this little cunny for my pleasure.” you whine at his words. Between his words and thrusts you fall apart around him again. “Gods,” he groans, feeling you come undone and watching your eyes roll back. He lifts you off and chuckles at your whimper. 

“Please,” you reach out for him. 

Daemon rises from the bed and scoops you up bringing you over to your vanity.You look up at him confused as he sets you down on wobbly legs. He turns you towards the mirror before bending you over to rest your hands on the wood. “I want you to watch how Daddy uses this cunny for himself.” he grabs your hips and lifts them before lining himself back up and fully sheathing himself in you. 

“Yes,” you look up in the mirror at Daemon watching himself move inside you. With every snap of his hips you're pushed forward onto the vanity. His pace is harsh and unrelenting that has whines and gasps falling from your lips. “Please, please,” your cheek presses against the mirror and you start to lose your height as you tire of standing on your tiptoes to accommodate him. 

“Up you go.” he pulls out to make you kneel against the wood before he’s slamming back into you. “That’s my good girl, my sweet girl” he watches your face in the mirror and feels his pleasure approaching quickly. He wraps an arm around your front and watches your face scrunch when he rolls your nipple. “Open your eyes.” he watches you peel your eyes open and when you make eye contact he moves his other hand down to your bud. 

“I-“ your mouth opens in a silent scream as pleasure slams through you. It feels as if you’ve been pushed into an endless sea of pleasure as he continues to pump into you. “Please,” you grab onto his arm. Daemon watches you rest against the vanity and pushes into you one last time before filling you. 

“Your little cunny is begging for all of Daddy’s seed.” he presses his lips to your shoulder. “I’ll keep filling you until we know you’re carrying my child. They won’t deny us a marriage then.” he slowly rocks into you as you whimper. He slowly pulls out and watches as his come slowly leaks out of your fluttering cunny. “Let’s go to bed, sweet girl.” he lifts you from the vanity and walks you over to the bed. 

“Will you stay with me?” you wrap your arms around him.

“I’m never leaving you again.” he presses his lips to your forehead while laying you both down in the bed. You curl against him and he wraps both of his arms around you. “When you wake again I'm going to fill this cunny more.” he chuckles as you let out a small whimper.

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fuck i love daddy daemon so mf much so heres a part 2

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[hey-august]

DP December 🔴🔵

Ayyy, here's another one! There are 3 more ideas to get to, so let's see how far we get. Here's the first one, featuring Crocodile and Buggy.

WC: ~800

Warnings: NSFW, Shanks x gn!Reader x Buggy, insertion sex, double penetration - reader receiving, mention of male masturbation, creampies, cum eating, profanity

You were between the two men and it was overwhelming. You were lost to every detail - the heat from their skin against your back and chest, the flex of muscle and power keeping you in place, tenderness on your shoulders and neck from harsh teeth, their voices and breaths in your ear, the sheer fullness that had you gasping for air with each thrust.

“Fuck, I feel you rubbing against me,” Shanks groaned. His movements faltered with the weakness of desire. He shifted his one arm, moving your leg hooked over his elbow. A dazed moan escaped his lips as he grinded inside you.

The slight change in position felt like so much more. Buggy continued to fuck you, sliding against the length of Shanks’ cock. You felt so tight, as though your body was constricting the intrusions and refusing to give way to the two pirates.

Yet, at the same time, you felt impossibly stretched. Open and exposed. Pushed to your limits with both men filling you at the same time, sharing the same space within your body.

“Buggy-” The red-haired man’s whine was muffled by painted lips.

You picked up where Shanks left off, your whimpers falling on his chest.

The sound of their kisses and half-spoken thoughts fell over you. Their hunger for each other surrounded you.

Buggy’s need for Shanks to shut the fuck up. Shanks’ desire for Buggy’s attention. Buggy’s hand tangled in red hair. Shanks teeth on Buggy’s lips. Meanwhile, you let them find their wants and needs through your body.

Buggy pulled back first, breathless. With a shuddering ingale, he rut into you. Deep and slow, a pace he could match his breathing to.

“This reminds me of when we were younger.” Shanks’ words ran together, sliding into each other and unable to keep space. He was drunk on euphoria.

An irritated groan changed pitch at the next batch of teasing words.

“You remember, don’t you, Buggy? When you said we shouldn’t screw each other?” 

“Knock it off,” came from behind.

“C’mon…” Shanks rested his head on yours as he spoke, letting you hear the rustle of his stubble against your hair.

“W-what happened?” you asked. This wasn’t your conversation, but you had a role. A job to fill, while you were being filled.

“He’d say we sh-shouldn’t have sex. He said he didn’t like me that way.” 

“Shut up, Shanks,” Buggy whined through his teeth, which were now softly clamped over your shoulder to bite back his own words.

You grunted from a sloppy thrust from the clown and Shanks took your noise as affirmation to continue.

“So we couldn’t fuck, right?” 

Another strangled noise from Buggy. “Shanks!”

“But it was okay if he jacked us off. Buggy would hold both our cocks in his hands and - fuck - it felt like this,” Shanks huffed, as he picked up the pace in more places than one.

“It didn’t count if we got off that way. It was what friends did. They h-helped each other.” The story continued over the faint protests still spoken against your skin. “So he’d help himself to a handful and rub our dicks together, the greedy thing.”

“Shanks…” Buggy’s plea was pathetic and reedy. Poorly disguised.

“Can you guess who would cum first? Who couldn’t get enough of feeling me?” Each word was punctuated with a thrust, one that was as intentional as the questions Shanks asked.

Buggy answered with a choked noise and pulses deep inside you, his cum coating your walls and Shanks. You could feel some slide out while Shanks’ continued sliding in and out.

“Uh-huh, that’s it, Buggy.”

Shanks’ breath grew ragged with each whimper that came from Buggy. Neither one stopped their movements as they continued the moves they practiced many years ago. Shanks came with a shudder that threw him off balance. He stumbled slightly and you tensed with the movement, earning delicious noises from front and back.

Your high didn’t arrive with theirs, but it wasn’t forgotten. Buggy replaced himself, putting his mouth against your spent hole, ready to clean you and Shanks. Meanwhile, the other pirate devoured you himself with a kiss so full of passion and appreciation that your chest threatened to burst first.

Working in tandem, they brought you to the brink of pleasure and beyond. Again and again until you were too lost to know where one person ended and the other began.

When your thoughts finally stopped buzzing and they landed back in your empty head and tired body, you found yourself nestled in warm sheets. You were curled into Shanks, your head resting on his left shoulder. On the other side was Buggy. He was already asleep and drooling, with Shanks' arm wrapped around and holding him close. There was an arm wrapped around you as well. Although it fit better on Buggy’s body, for the moment the appendage belonged to Shanks. 

And for that moment, he could hold you both in a warm embrace.

[2222bad]

YUMMY

[michael surprises you with his new haircut] | 900+ words

WARNINGS: fem!reader , the man is a TEASE! & this look should’ve been illegal

[1995]

he wanted the haircut to be a surprise. he didn’t tell you anything. no clues, no input from you, nothing. the only thing he let slip was the day and time karen was supposed to arrive in santa barbra. he wouldn’t even let you near the guest house when she got there, clippers and suitcase in toe. he made you swear to stay put until he came to get you, which you reluctantly sealed with a contractually binding kiss of trust. still, you speared at the thought of squeezing some hint out of karen. maybe faking that you’d like a touch up and just so happened to be free the same day, what time would you be done with michael? could i just come wait for him? but, eventually, you thought better than to pry against his wishes and simply tried to ignore the antsy feeling that grew larger in you with each passing minute. fine, you relented, the man can have secrets. just this once!

up in your bedroom, you gather a few contents from your purse in your palm, receipts and loose change from the day before namely, before being suddenly swept into darkness by michael’s sneaking hands.

“guess who,” he sings, an obvious grin laced on his mouth, pulled from ear to ear.

you hadn’t even noticed how tight your hand was on your blouse as you recovered from the sudden thrill. you release your vice grip, breaking into an excited smile. the delicious sweetness of after-spray, evidence of a fresh cut, wafted easefully into your nose. “hmmm…my handsome husband i’ve waited oh so patiently for, i hope?”

“could be…”

“well, may i please see him already? my ride will be here soon.”

“yes,” he grants with a delighted hum, “but when i let go, you have to keep your eyes closed.”

“fine.” you tilt your head back with a playful groan. you weren’t confident in how much longer you could hold up this dam of anticipation.

you fix your body to stand completely still as his hands leave your face. your lip flies between your teeth as your excitement brews quicker.

“okay,” michael says carefully, “turn around—don’t peek!”

“i’m not, baby!” you insist with a frustrated shake of your arms. you turn around, eyes closed to him, squinting with exaggeration. “see?”

you hear him chuckle in front of you and you twinkle your fingers at your sides, a wishful expression. “okay. you can look now.”

gently your eyes flutter open to the blurry figure stood in front of you, quickly adjusting to the view of his body. comfy in his white shirt and jeans, clean shaven, face aglow and beautiful as always. then his hair; subtle curls tipped over from his head and paused their reach at his brow, framing his statuesque features like an open curtain. he’d cut and shaved all along the back and over the sides, leaving layers of black curls frayed prettily around his head. he looked…older. confident, matured, but princely. your knees betray you and buckle under the sight of him. your face shifts from excitement to pure, primal thirst, pupils blown incredibly. like you want to scale him on all fours. like you want to eat him. you want to eat his whole day. you make a note to give karen a personal tip.

“do you like it?” he bites into his bashful smile, his hair dangling to the floor. how could he not know how torturously beautiful he was?

you’re speechless, your mouth agape. your whole body feels like putty, your heart at primal speed. before long, the dam breaks.

“why do you do this to me?” you whine helplessly, swiping your eager palms out at him and dragging them down his chest.

“do what?” he laughs, catching you in his arms.

“you knew i had my meeting today!” you pout up at him, fighting, with great power, the urge to just trap him under you right then and there and gnaw at him like a toothless cub.

he lets out another laugh, which, to you, felt full of pity, wrapping your body in his embrace. “well,” he toys with a devious smile, “now you know how it feels!”

“know how what feels?” you slip your hands beneath his t-shirt with a possessive grip on his waist earning a ticklish smile to match his scrunching nose.

“how it feels when…you know…like in the morning when you walk out of the shower smelling so good with all your lotions on and i have to go work.”

you stare at him, bemused. “i don’t see how that’s remotely fair.”

he smirks at that, leaning down to kiss you. a drooping strand brushes against your eyelash and forehead, nearly binding you within your lover’s trance. “i’ll make it up to you later…”

“oh, you’re gonna do much more than that,” you bid, returning his kiss with mock weakness at the same time your pager buzzes in your bag. your car was at the gate. “and you—“ he plants another unreturned kiss on your lips, “—better not let anybody see you—“ he kisses your cheek, the crux of your jaw, “—you stay right here in this room until i get back—“ you whine impatiently as he lands another one on your neck, “—bye. i love you.”

he lets you slip out of his grip, but not before he presses a firm, promising kiss to your lips that leaves you, almost, utterly dazed. you swipe your stuff into your arms, turning to look back at him, your hand curling up as if to strangle him.

“i mean it, michael! you’re not leaving this room!”

“i look that good, huh?” he teases, arms folded in triumph as he watches you tromp away. you only scoff, the sound of your heels moving like a rolling thunder through the neverland palace.

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for you, lovely one :) thank you!!! @cinnamoncunt

[drurrito]

Idk what would be a good title….

summary: you get a haircut

Pairings: Natasha x Reader

Warnings: idk reader has short hair now I guess

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You feel the breeze on your neck as you walk through the compound’s entrance. You only make it a few steps inside when someone steps out in front of you.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?”

“Haha—very funny,” you roll your eyes and Bucky flashes a big, bright smile.

“You finally did it,” his smile doesn’t break, “it looks so good!”

“Thank you! I’d hope so,” you run a hand through your new hair and let Bucky do the same.

“How does it feel?” Steve walks up, Bucky is too busy ruffling your hair to pay him any mind.

“Like I’m going to save a lot on hair products,” you grin.

“No one can grab your hair in the field anymore,” Bucky adds, falling in step with you as you walk towards the common area. Tony skids to a halt when he sees you.

“Looks like my Barber did a good job,” Tony sounds so smug, but you can’t blame him.

“Definitely,” you palm the back of your neck, reveling in the way your tapered neckline feels under your skin. You’re too enamored with your new hair to notice Natasha walking in.

“What’s all this?” Natasha asks only seconds before she realizes. The boys part for her and she’s only inches away from you.

“You look really good,” she says lowly, sincerely too.

“Thank you,” your jaw couldn’t be any more stiff.

She reaches out a cautious hand, waiting for your approval. You try to nod as casually as possible and she runs her fingers through it.

“Soft,” she mumbles, you count your breaths as she scratches your scalp. You have to stifle a shiver as her nails tickle the skin right behind your ears. Natasha steps back and your nerves have to bungee jump back into equilibrium.

Natasha leaves, only giving a curt nod to the boys before she reaches the doorway. She gives you a parting glance, her eyes traveling from the penthouse to the basement in her view of you.

It’s only when you can’t hear her footsteps anymore that your lungs finally fill with air again. Bucky gives you a nudge to reel you back into reality.

“I should cut my hair more often.”

[broidobe]

𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔢

requested!

☾you and 90s short-haired duff mckagan get caught in a heated moment backstage after a particularly wild show, and things get rough in the best way☽

☾warnings: 18+ content / explicit sexual content, rough sex, possessiveness / jealousy, hair-pulling, light choking (consensual), dirty talk, biting / marking, semi-public sex (backstage + tour bus), power dynamics (light dom/sub vibes), oral sex (f receiving), spit, light degradation, overstimulation, creampie (implied), light cigarette use (post-sex), cursing, intense eye contact & emotional tension☽

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᡣ𐭩 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝜗𝜚 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓫𝓸𝔁

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you were still reeling from the show — the crowd had been insane, duff was shirtless half the time, and that stupid black tank top that clung to his sweat-drenched chest was not helping. his short blonde hair was damp and pushed back, some strands falling over his forehead as he stomped into the green room post-show, adrenaline still pumping.

“you looked real happy out there,” he muttered, voice low, eyes dark. “front row guy couldn’t take his eyes off you.”

you blinked at him, caught off-guard. “duff—are you jealous?”

he didn’t answer. just crossed the room, hands gripping your hips before you could even think, backing you up against the wall. his breath was hot, heavy. that look in his eyes? feral. “not jealous. territorial.”

next thing you knew, his mouth was on your neck, biting hard enough to leave marks, hands everywhere — tugging up your skirt, sliding under your shirt, rough and impatient. he dropped to his knees like a man starved, pulling your panties down and spreading your legs without even asking — but god, you wanted it. needed it.

“mine,” he growled into your thigh, tongue teasing the skin before he buried his face between your legs, not stopping ‘til your legs were shaking and your hands were tangled in his short hair, tugging hard.

when he stood again, his mouth was glistening and his grin? cocky as hell.

“you gonna behave now, or do i gotta fuck you so hard you forget how to look at other people?”

you didn’t get a chance to answer. he was already pushing inside you, hand over your mouth to muffle the moan, other hand gripping your throat—not tight, just enough to make your head spin a little. he pounded into you like he was trying to prove something, hips snapping against yours, forehead pressed to yours, sweat mixing between your bodies.

“this what you wanted?” he panted. “you want everyone to hear you? know who you fucking belong to?”

you couldn’t even speak. you just nodded, clinging to him as he slammed into you, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were practically melting.

when he finally came, he growled your name like a prayer, biting your shoulder so hard you knew you’d be wearing the bruise for days.

afterward, he held you up with shaking arms, kissing your hair, whispering against your skin.

“nobody gets you but me. got it?”

you nodded again, dazed and fucked-out.

he smirked, tugging your skirt down and wiping sweat from your face with the edge of his shirt. “good girl.”

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you barely made it onto the bus before duff was on you again.

he didn’t even wait for the door to close all the way — he just grabbed your wrist, pulled you down the narrow hallway, and shoved you into the back lounge like he owned you. which, after the way he had you moaning his name against a wall fifteen minutes ago? he kinda did.

he locked the door behind him.

“you think i didn’t see the way that asshole bartender was lookin’ at you after the set?” he said, voice low, gravelly, tinged with pure sin.

you rolled your eyes. “he asked if i wanted water.”

“bullshit,” he muttered, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap on the little couch, so your knees straddled his thighs. his hands ran up the backs of your legs, slow at first — almost tender — then gripped your ass so hard you gasped.

“you’re mine, baby. i don’t fucking share.”

you felt him through his jeans — hard as hell, twitching under you. you couldn’t help but grind down, moaning when his hands slipped under your shirt to yank it off completely, followed quickly by your bra.

“fuck, look at you…” he breathed, eyes devouring every inch. “prettiest fuckin’ thing i’ve ever seen. and you let me ruin you. you love it, don’t you?”

you didn’t even get the chance to sass him back.

he picked you up with that damn bassist strength and laid you down across the couch like you weighed nothing, hovering above you, hair falling into his eyes. short, damp, and wild. he looked like sin incarnate — flushed, breathless, and so damn hungry for you.

when he slid back inside you, it was slow. deliberate. but then he started to move — fast, deep, filthy, grinding his hips into yours while holding your wrists down against the cushions.

“gonna fuck you so deep they’re gonna hear you scream from the goddamn parking lot,” he grunted.

your back arched, moans spilling out like a goddamn symphony just for him.

“say my name,” he growled, teeth grazing your neck. “duff—fuck—duff—” “louder.” “DUFF!”

he groaned deep in his throat, thrusts growing harder. one hand released your wrist to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“you look at me when i’m fuckin’ you. not some other guy. me.”

and then it got dirty. like, nasty dirty. spit swapping, his fingers in your mouth, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder, him telling you exactly how good you felt around him. sweat dripped from his chest onto yours. the whole couch was creaking under the rhythm of his hips.

and when you came again? he didn’t even slow down. just chased his own release like a man possessed, watching you fall apart underneath him with a twisted little grin.

“you’re so fucking hot when you’re wrecked,” he muttered, his voice ragged and wrecked with you.

he finally came with a growl, holding you tight against him, face buried in your neck. it was messy and intense and so full of feeling, even if neither of you would dare say it out loud.

when it was over, you were tangled together on the tiny couch, breathing hard, your skin stuck to his.

and then — because duff couldn’t help himself — he reached for the pack of cigarettes near the window, lit one up with a shaky hand, and looked over at you with a stupid, smug grin.

“still think that bartender could’ve fucked you better?”

you threw a pillow at him.

[dilfexpress]

jus sharing my favourite short hair bucky pics because woof woof bark bark

[clairerosetarot]

uggghh I kinda don’t want to start drama or police anyone’s account but omg some of y’all fellow tarot readers annoy me with your endless assumptions about your reader’s future spouse like why are you using “he” and “your man” for a general future spouse reading??? you don’t know if everyone reading is a straight or a woman even like many of you are but so its just strange to assume such a thing which leads me to wonder what else they assume….. be honest some of all just reading for YOUR desires and not anyone else’s its so obvi lmaooo

[hey-august]

WC: ~400 Warnings: nsfw, buggy x f!reader x shanks, shuggy x f!reader, threesome, double penetration - vaginal and anal - reader receiving, degradation and praise

Beneath you was the red haired emperor, his soft honey-sweet words balancing the strong grip of his hand on your thigh. Behind you was the blue haired emperor, whose rough touch was outmatched by his sharp tongue. Each hard thrust from Buggy also bounced you on Shanks’ cock, all aided by large hands pulling your hips back to meet the rushed movements.

For each breathy “Fuck, you look gorgeous,” there was a snarling “You were made to be filled like this, huh?”

Every “That’s it, pretty girl. You’re doing such a good job,” was partnered with deep groans and bite marks surrounded by smeared lipstick on your shoulder.

Your legs ached. Your stuffed cunt ached. Your used ass ached. And it was wonderful. You hardly had to think or do anything. All you had to do was take it.

“You’re such a good pirate slut, right? A good fuck for us?” Buggy’s voice was dangerous and smooth, pressed against your ear. The questions were followed by a teasing tongue. A promise that you would be consumed entirely. Deeply and thoroughly.

You had no space, no air to ask for more. All you could do was whine in response and be grateful. But lucky for you, Shanks could see what you wanted. What you needed.

“No, I think she’s a clownfucker.”

Your body reacted faster than your empty head could understand. The words rattled around, slipping out of your grasp, while the rest of you grew tense. Tight. Trying to squeeze the truth in that statement.

“F-fuck, you’re gonna break our dicks if you keep s-s-squeezing like that!” Buggy’s voice nearly cracked under the pressure. His nails dug into your skin, trying to shock your body into relaxing. And it worked.

“Sorry, I’m sorry…” Finally, you could speak. It wasn’t much, just two words on repeat. Your body was fighting you. Shaking, trembling, begging to either break entirely and fall apart, or to stop. Just stop and enjoy.

A mean grip on your chin stopped the babble of noise. “Sorry? Shanks, does this slut look sorry?”

Shanks’ cocky grin was enough of an answer. You probably looked more pitiful than sorry.

“Wait, what was it that he called you?” You could hear the grin in Buggy’s voice. You could feel what he was going to say. And that one word was what you needed hear.

“Clownfucker.”

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hey could I put a request in for melissa x new teacher reader (andro/soft butch/short haired) strangers to friends to lovers. Melissa never being with a woman before and falls for reader cos theyre like strong silent type and respects and a defends her and treats her right.

Falling for You ~Melissa Schemmenti xFem AndrogynousPresenting!SoftButch!ShortHaired!NewTeacher!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— Barbara goes home sick, and Melissa and Reader go to dinner. Melissa has confession at dinner for Reader. Anon Response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for your request! I would love to write this for you. I hope you Enjoy ♥️

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Prompt— Cold & Flu Season

Prompt— strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: fluff, confessions of feelings, physical affection, sickness, etc.

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You had started as a new teacher at Abbott over the summer. They had hired you right out of college with your teaching degree.

It was now a couple months later, January to specific, and with the cold weather came the cold and flu season. You had kids in your classes going in and out of the classroom from October till now, due to fevers, viruses, and just a myriad of sicknesses.

You and felt pretty welcomed by Abbott. You didn’t know anybody when you first started in the late summer, everyone new and stranger to you. Everyone was a little spacey at first, wary of the stranger, you the new teacher roaming the halls. Except Janine, she was kind and a sweetheart to everybody.

But with time, you found your place at Abbott. You started to get to know the staff and they started to slowly warm up to you. Now, you spent your lunch time with Barbara and Melissa, two other teachers. Barbara was a kindergarten teacher, and Melissa taught a mixed glass of second and third graders.

When you had first arrived at Abbott, you quickly found out that Barbara and Melissa were the more seasoned teachers. Your bond turned from stranger to friends with Melissa because you learned to take all your questions regarding teaching to her. After a month or two, Melissa invited you to join her and Barbara for lunch. You found that Barbara also often had wisdom to share from her decades of teaching, which you happily took.

But while Barbara was lovely, you always had a stronger and more potent connection with Melissa. You two just seemed to click. Not in the way Barbara and Melissa did, but in your own unique way.

If you would have thought your redhead teacher friend were gay, you would have made a move by now. But all you ever heard from Melissa regarding partners was about guys. Her ex, Gary, and a couple others not worth mentioning. But none of them had ever panned out for her. So a part of you secretly remained hopeful that she might one day see you in that way…

It was a Friday and the school was bustling with that chaotic energy that came around just before the weekend. You, Barbara, and Melissa had evening plans to go to dinner. The two women liked to treat themselves every once in a while, and this time they had invited you. You were very excited to say the least. You had chosen your favorite casual suit/blazer to wear. And you spent the entire day looking forward to the evening.

But as you met Melissa and Barbara in the lunch room as always, Barbara was leaning over the table a little and breathing oddly. Melissa looked at you when you entered the room and began to explain,

“Barb’s not feeling well, ‘hun… I’m trying to convince her to go home, but… she’s certainly stubborn…!” Melissa huffed.

You nodded in understanding and apologized to Barbara because you felt bad. You and Melissa then spent your lunch convincing the groaning older woman to go home and rest. You finally got her with her things out the door and into her car. Barbara left the school parking lot at 5 minutes till the next class.

Melissa huffed as she and you walked back into the school. You both had to grab your things from the break room before you could go your separate ways.

“I guess we’ll cancel dinner, hmm ‘hun…?” Melissa hummed.

“I’d still like to go” you said before you could catch the words coming out of your mouth.

Melissa had picked up her things while you said that, making her stop and look at you. For a second you panicked as her face read nothing. But then it lit up!

“Sounds good! Meet ya’ in the lot?” The woman chirped.

You immediately nodded, before Melissa nodded back and left the break room.

You spent your afternoon now even more excited for the dinner. Far more excited. You and Melissa having dinner. Not a date or anything but still…!!

After school, you and Melissa met in the parking lot. You made sure you each had the right address and then drove to the restaurant in your own cars.

You arrived and the place was buzzing. It was Friday night after all. Luckily, Barbara had made a reservation, which you could still use.

The waiter escorted the two of you to the table and you took a seat. You both began scanning the menu.

“So I talked a little to Barb while mu kids were in specials…” Melissa hummed over her menu,

“Oh…? How is she?” You responded.

“Sick.” Melissa chuckled, “And grateful that we made her go home”

You smiled to yourself and nodded. You then put your menu down, having decided. This was when you noticed that Melissa’s eyes had been lingering on you. You met her gaze and she quickly looked away.

“What is it?” You asked curiously.

She put her menu down.

“I… I like you.” She said.

The energy and tone of the conversation turned quite vulnerable as Melissa spoke those words.

“Oh, thank you…?”

“Of course, but no I mean I really enjoy being around you and I…” Melissa paused, contemplating her next words, “I find myself wanting to be near you when I’m not… and I don’t feel good when you’re not near…” The woman rambled.

You listened and nodded along until there was a pause. Your heart was now racing. And your eyes were wide.

“Melissa… Do you like women…?” You asked the nagging question.

This stumped the woman a bit.

“I… have never been with one… so I don’t know…” she breathed out in confession.

“Ahh I see… well there’s nothing wrong with that.” You comforted the woman.

Melissa sighed and nodded.

“It scares me a little if I’m being honest…” she practically whispered.

Your heart was leaping with joy, but you also felt for the woman.

“Can you tell me about how you know or what you like about me…? Maybe talking about it might help…” you offered.

While part of you was being a little selfish in this ask of Melissa, the other part of you truly cared and wanted what was best for the woman.

Melissa hummed lightly and nodded slowly. But before she could continue, the waiter came back. You two were interrupted in your moment, having to tell the server what you were ordering. Finally, the waiter left.

You looked back at Melissa expectantly. She met your gaze, understanding, and taking a deep breath, looking away as she spoke.

“I’m not sure exactly… I like the way you look… your more manly outfits and your short hair…”

She paused and looked to you. You nodded along, blushing lightly. You indicated for her to continue.

“I like that you’re respectful and loyal…I like your mixed masculine and feminine energy, they kind of cancel each other out in a way that isn’t overwhelming”

“androgynous?” You interrupted, suggesting a term for her to use.

Melissa smiled lightly and immediately nodded.

“Ya’ that’s the one…!” She exclaimed, and you nodded along, asking her to continue.

“I know I like you because I always get butterflies when you’re nearby, and I feel a sharp stab like pain in my stomache when you’re not…” she breathed out in confession.

Now you were wondering if the room was heating up… Your heart was beating impossibly fast and you were blushing even more now. You couldn’t control your reactions to the woman and her words.

But you had asked for it when you asked her that question…

Melissa was noticeably nervous as she continued to explain. You could see her winding herself up.

So you reached forward and placed your hand on hers, which was on the table.

“I like you too” you breathed out, your breath already short.

Melissas breath hitched and her eyes widened slightly. She now saw your dilated pupils. And then the woman licked her lips.

That action right there nearly made you kiss the woman right there. But you contained yourself, sitting back again and retracting your hand.

Your gazes interlocked, your energy’s syncing up.

“I’m glad we decided to still have dinner.” Melissa breathed out.

“Me too,” you said just as breathless as her.

And this was by no means going to be your last dinner date with the woman.

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