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kxsalt · 1 month

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“That’s my girl.” A figure of speech, a gesture of support.

“Thanks, dad~” A slip of the tongue, an innocent mistake.

Embarrassed by your faux pas, we laugh it off. It’s a running joke, now. It runs away with us. “Go get 'em, kiddo.” “I will, dad!” Neither of us are kidding. It feels too natural. I use my wisdom to help and care for you. You use your energy to inspire and charge me. It feels icky. Icky doesn’t feel bad.

You’re too nervous to take the next step. I take the lead: “Let dad take care of that.” “Here’s a cute gift for you.” “You can sit on my lap, it’s fine.” Your role is enthusiastic follower: “Thanks, dad!” “Dad, can we…?” “Daddy, I want…”

“Bedtime, kiddo. You had a big day.” You oblige. I follow you to your bedroom. You sit on your bed. I take the lead again.

A deep kiss, and a firm hand on your thigh. I can feel you push away from me. Such a big age gap, what will people think? I can feel you grind your pussy into my hand. We need this.

I grope your young body, so soft and pliant. Girls my age aren’t like that. I lick your sweet, bare pussy. Boys your age don’t do that.

A finger in your princess parts, then two. More kissing, with the tongue that calls me dad. We drop the act of being friends making a silly joke. We’re honest for once.

“…Daddy’s little girl...”

“…I wanna be a good kid…”

My thick cock pushes into your needy pussy. I can control myself, for now. You’re soaking wet, but still need to be stretched out. I’m experienced, I know when to be gentle. I know when to be rough, too. I slowly fuck you while I wait for my cue.

“I can take it, daddy~”

Now. I drive my cock deep inside of you and growl as I enjoy my little girl. Your inexperienced body doesn’t know restraint. Rubbing your clit as I fuck you into the mattress, your young pussy gets even tighter when you cum.

“Icky little girl, cumming on her dad’s cock.”

All you can do is beg and nod. I feel your nails bite my back and your breath touch my ear. We’ve waited to long for this, we enjoy every moment. Fucking my beautiful little girl, I cum deep in you.

Your head against my chest; listening to my beating heart. What will people say when they see us together? Who cares. I run my fingers through your hair, your hand rubs my cheek.

“That’s my girl.”

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alexdesires · 2 months

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Seeing you cry or being sad just makes me want to pin you down and fuck you hard. Until your eyes roll up, and your tongue comes out, that's when I know I melted your brain, my little doll.

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subbyprincessb · 6 months

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Sorry I forgot to reply, I was making myself cum to the thought of you 💕

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pinkiepatootie · 1 month

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This would probably fix me

#older daddy #daddy's good girl #relationship #love #couple #oldermen #older man younger woman

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kr-yoongi · 3 months

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Draw Merlin looking up challenge: FAILED

#drew that first one while watching the season finale of The Fall with Colin !!#watched that entire show just for him im crazy #loved the relationship between him and Gillian’s character though wish there was more of that because I do love a good cop romance !#can’t believe they gave me another older woman detective with the charming younger man detective again (mare of Easttown)#I didn’t realise I needed to see that again !!#anyway my bad #back to business #Merlin #Merlin Fanart #Colin Morgan #Colin Morgan Fanart #Digital Art #kr_yoongi #also forgive me I work full time and can’t draw when I like anymore so I’m rusty </3

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diejager · 2 months

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I saw something about Victorian COD so hear me out-

Victorian Price in the fanciest suit

I'm sorry but that man would be so hooooooooooot as a Victorian gentleman, it fits his vibe

p.s. Happy 2024!!!!!!!

I got to this 3 months later… Happy belated new year 😅

Cw: flirting? Price being a gentleman, older man/younger woman, established relationship, tell me if I missed any.

Your father’s business parties had always been boring, they were a chore for you to keep a perfect facade to the public, the frail yet strong lady of the house, donned in ridiculously frilly dresses and thighs corsets. Your mother had fussed over it your entire life, her rough fingers, brought from her commoner background, had made her harsher in every manner to keep her title, for you to keep yours as a noble born into a world of riches. But the upkeep of it was useless when you had no part in it, forced to play a part in something you had no right to be a part of.

Granted, you had your reservation, understanding that being on the same side as your father had it’s perks, the power his title - soon to be passed down to your older brother once your father passed - and his money. You didn’t necessarily depend on it wholly, you might live in his home, eat from his cooks and call for the maids and butlers he employed, but you had your studio away from home, somewhere in the city where you painted under natural light and sold portraits to people who paid you for a commission.

It wasn’t as grand as being a merchant, to sell the luxuries most nobles sought - gems, fabrics, gold and silver - but it built you connections, your work passed from mouth to ear, one noble at a time, and one town at a time. You had your clientele and your father had his, you had an image to keep for something you worked so hard for, but to invest an equal amount of face and finesse in a snobbish party was draining. Fortunately, a few of your father’s work affiliates were regular clients at your little studio, sending letters to you months in advance to organise dates for you to paint them, it varied between one and a few months.

Your favourite was a British merchant company, lead by one bear of a man that you knew well, managed by three - a kind-hearted brit with beautiful skin, a boisterous Scot with his unusual haircut, and a broad and rugged man who hid his identity under a fearsome mask - other you were well-acquainted with and advised by a strong headed woman too advanced for your era. John Price was his name, a man a decade older than you, but treated you kinder than any man had before him, a gentleman in a beautiful suit and slacks, a red shirt and waxed shoes. He - coincidentally - matched your attire, your frilly, red chemise with a high and bowed collar, the sleeves long and rumpled in waves of red silk, waist high pants that hugged your body the same way your mother’s corset hugged her form and slick shoes that shone under the high chandeliers.

“You seem bored, love,” his soft and baritone voice never failed to make you shudder, his hand on your back a reminder than he was with you.

He was always the gentleman, a man who worked his way to nobility, gaining a title and land through blood, sweat and tears. He was known for his trades, selling and shipping a large variety of items that some considered exotic simply because nobles hated interacting with foreigners, a kind of bred racism and xenophobia through generations to fear any uprising from their colonies and other countries. He was as broad as his company was known, every core member of it respected for climbing the echelon of society through hard work. Some purebred nobles might hate him for taking a title without being born into it, but none could object his craft, like an artist couldn’t do hate their canvas.

“There isn’t much to do, is there, John?” You nodded towards your father, knowing that he was observant enough to see the slightest of movement, “My father is… he loves bathing in luxury, in the popularity his name brings.”

He hummed, a low rumble from his throat, his eyes narrowed almost threateningly, but you knew the amused gleam in his eyes. You had years to get to know him, once an occasional client - a man who stumbled into your studio wanting to let a newly risen artist a chance to paint him, admiring your work for the smooth and confident strokes - who brought his art trade to you, now a trusted friend, someone you were blasphemously closed too for someone your age.

Your friendship hadn’t lasted long, the constant coaching from Kyle and Johnny, the silent push from Simon and the proud smile from Kate had both of you meeting halfway, throwing you into his open arms and fooling around at the back of your studio until John could take you away to marry.Eloping and always sounded interesting, you weren’t needed at home, your father had an heir and your mother had your younger sister to worry about.

“He flaunts it foolishly, yes,” he agreed, raising the cup to his lips, tipping it until the champagne flowed down the glass rim, “But we have a contract, one I intend to uphold until he complete his end of it. And I met you.”

He turned to you, a tender smile hidden under his beard, his stormy blues softening as he peered down at you, adoration gleaming in his eyes. You wished you could kiss him, to grip him by the collar and pull him down to press your lips against his course ones, to kiss him deeply and show him the love you felt for him.

“I would, love, but we’re in public,” had you spoken out loud? It seemed you did if John answered you, his chuckles shaking his shoulders, “Would you come home with me once I’ve finished my business?”

“Of course, John.”

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sparklyflowernight · 2 months

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It's trans day, I want a kiss on my lips🥰

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kxsalt · 20 days

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How do you know your Daddy loves you?

Daddy loves you because he dresses you up in cute outfits. 💃

Daddy loves you because he kisses you with tongue. 😜

Daddy loves you because he put his fingers in your mouth when you talk too much.🤫

Daddy loves you because he puts his fingers in your bum when you think too much. 🍑

Daddy loves you because he inspects your holes every time he sees you, to make sure you haven’t been a slut for anyone else. 🔍

Daddy loves you because he always takes videos of you. 🎥

Daddy loves you because he uses you for cockwarming when you cuddle. 🥵

Daddy loves you because he smacks your bum for fun. 🤩

Daddy loves you because he slaps your face when you’re naughty. 😈

Daddy loves you because he pulls hard on your daddy handles. 🥰

Daddy loves you because he squeezes on your neck until you feel sleepy. 😴

Daddy loves you because he wakes you up with his cock in you. 🌤️

Daddy loves you because he bounces you on his dick while icky people are watching. 🥺

Daddy loves you because he makes you crawl on the floor for him. 😻

Daddy loves you because he puts stuffies and blankets in your cage. 🧸

Daddy loves you because he doesn’t stop when you ask him to.✨💖💞

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alexdesires · 1 month

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Daddy: Yes babygirl you are daddy's doll, and ofc I get to make whatever I want with you.

Babygirl: But daddy I'm not ol....

Daddy: Shhhh shut the fuck up and open those pretty legs.

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subbyprincessb · 7 months

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Another one? 🥵

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starrslut · 17 days

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i just want an older bf who is manipulative and toxic, like groom me into your perfect little gf pls xxx

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mytcblog · 21 days

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I really need him to set aside some of his morals so he can be with me.

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kxsalt · 13 days

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Your favorite class, your favorite teacher. While all the other students look out the window at the sunny skies, your eyes are trained on the front of the classroom. Your teacher’s hot body visible through the thin white shirt he wore to beat the heat. The breeze kisses your naked pussy under your skirt. Doe eyes glaze over, drifting in and out of listening to his instructions. You feel your mind fall deeper into a trance with each word and gesture.

He walks down the rows of desks, stopping to lean over yours and inspect your work. To look down your shirt. He continues to lecture the class, one hand sliding inside your open top to cup your braless breast. Thumb and finger pinch on your nipple. Waves of pleasure waft through your body from the simple handling. Even in the sticky early summer heat, you crave his touch.

Pulling up your skirt, pushing open your legs. Your wet, needy pussy is in full view of him, now. Standing behind you, he fondles your sensitive tits. He rubs your thighs, then your clit. None of the other students notice, they must be too busy daydreaming. Tilting your head up to flash your bright eyes, his lips meet yours in a French kiss.

Rolling his tongue around yours, two fingers slip into your cunt. He breaks from the kiss and spits a long strand into your open, begging mouth. You keep your lips parted, tongue out - showing him his spit, showing him your submission. He pushes your face into your desk, lifts up your hips, and uses his powerful hands to finger-fuck your bent over body.

Shirt pulled open, skirt folded overtop of your stomach. Everyone must be so jealous. He straightens up and pushes his hard cock into your tight young pussy. Your teacher’s long-winded explanation of the coursework continues, but sounds so far away. All you can hear is the wet smack of his hips driving into your bum. You keep your mouth open like a good girl, like a good slut. It’s so hard to keep his spit in your mouth, it runs down your chin. It’s so shameful how good it feels.

“Fuck me harder, sir.” You mumble. “Fuck my little pussy.” His lecture becomes more incoherent as he starts to cum inside you, his fierce fucking drowns out his speech. “Fuck me like a whore.” Your face is wet from his spit. He tries to talk as he finishes, an unintelligible mess. “What’s that, daddy?” Your cum drunk brain tries to understand, tries to obey.

“I said wake up.”

You jolt upright. Strands of your drool run from your agape mouth to the pool on your desk. Your classmates snicker as he stands in front of your desk. Thighs soaked in your pussy juice, you look up at him with a dumbfounded expression. The girl next to you laughs as she asks her friend if they heard what you said. Your teacher looks disappointed.

“Falling asleep again? You’ll have to stay after class…”

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sillymilie · 26 days

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Charles Leclerc imagine

In which you and your boyfriend go to a business party and two men try to seduce you.

Warnings: men trying to seduce you, a little bit of alcohol

Word count: 959

Dressed in all black accompanied with gold jewelry, you and Charles made you way to the entrance of the building in which you were invited to. Your fashion business had gotten really popular ever since it launched. You had already a decent reputation and Charles could only help with that. Of course, your boyfriend had advertised your business and you went really, really big.

Charles opened the door for you, as always, planting a small kiss on your cheek as you entered first. Everything looked amazing. Charles followed close behind you, making sure to not lose you in the crowd of people. You made your way to the reception, asking for directions to your business event.

"The room is gonna be on the fourth floor, on the right side. And also, just in case you need any more help, there are bodyguards present on the same floor as you're headed to. Have a fun time!" The receptionist smiled at us.

"Thank you!" You smiled at her, wrapping your arm around Charles', getting closer to him. He looked satisfied, but you didn't bother it and you made your way to the elevator.

"Fourth floor it is." You exhaled, feeling a bit stressed.

"Fourth floor indeed." Charles added. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked, lightly squeezing your thigh and looking down at you.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit stressed." You answered, letting out a sigh and looking down at the elevator floor.

"Everything is gonna be okay. We're gonna have a nice time. Plus, I'm here for you. If you want to go, just tell me and we'll get out of here anytime." Charles comforted you, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you towards him. He grabbed your chin and kissed your lips. You kissed him back immediately.

"Oh wow!" A man said, entering the elevator. You hadn't noticed the doors that had opened right in front of you.

"Sorry!" You said, pulling Charles out with you. You heard your boyfriend laugh behind you and you turned around. "That was really embarrassing."

"It was funny, mon amour. Kinda risky too. I loved it." (my love)

You rolled your eyes playfully and decided to go explore the floor a bit more. There were in fact some security guards near a small café corner. You looked around and made your way to a hallway that led to multiple rooms. On the left side were another business' name and on the right was your business logo with the name of it. You smiled and looked at Charles excitedly. He let out a small laugh and kissed you.

As you entered the party room, it was surprising how many people were there. You saw some of your employees in a corner dancing and talking all together. There was also a lot of people you didn't know because everyone could invite who they wanted.

"There's so much people. Do you know all of them?" Charles asked.

"Not at all. I only know a couple of them." You admitted.

"Let's go then, what are you waiting for?" Your boyfriend asked.

"Um, nothing! Let's do this!" You said loudly, exploring around.

You headed over to your employees and had a small talk with them. You really wanted to just go and see what there was in the room. You found it kind of weird that you barely knew who there would be and what there would be at your own business party, but you decided to still enjoy the moment. Charles wasn't with you anymore which you found good because you really wanted him to meet some new people.

"(Y/N)!!! COME OVER HERE!" One of your employees yelled, waving at you. They were sitting at a mini bar.

"Oh my God! What is this? There's a mini bar?" You said, surprised.

"YUP! Get a drink!"

You got yourself a drink and talked with your girls. All of you were having such a good time. You never wanted this to end. As another drink was ordered from you, two men sat down on seperate stools next to you. You tried your best to ignore them.

"Hey beautiful." One of the men said, placing his hands on the counter.

"I'm taken." You said, not looking at any of the two. You felt trapped, which was a feeling you absolutely hated.

"That's fine, your man don't gotta be aware of anything." The man in the back said, giving you a creepy smile. You didn't answer, trying your best to ignore them.

"Oh come on baby, talk to us." The man besides you said, sounding impatient.

"I don't need to talk to you whatsoever."

"Don't be like that, doll. I'll bring you back to mine. I can't wait to take your dress off and-"

"Who are you?" Charles asked, showing up behind you, looking at the men.

"Who are you?" The two men asked at the same time, eyeing you up and down.

"Come mon amour, let's get out of here." Charles said, helping you get up since you were a bit tipsy. You put your arm around his neck and you walked away. The two men watched as they sighed in disbelief. (my love)

"I hated that, a lot." You said as you watched the doors of the elevator close.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there faster." Charles apologized, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"It's not your fault. It's those men. They're weird." You replied.

"They are indeed weird, but I could've been with you to stop that. I'm so sorry." Charles apologized again, giving you small kisses all over your face.

"Don't be sorry. Let's just get out of here for good. I don't want to see them again."

"Of course. Anything for you, (Y/N)."

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subbyprincessb · 7 months

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Booty booty booty put you in a trance 😈

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