#curly drabbles

[stoopidpigeonxx]

A quick imagine w/ Captain Curly

Idea from my bae @butuhaventseenmyman ily <333 NSFW MINORS GET OUT

cw: thigh riding, clothed humping, frottage, praise, squIrting !!

Imagine sitting on Captain Curly's lap while he maintains the ship's console. He's got you sat on one of his knees, his hand on your back to steady you. He's unaware of how your aching cunt is pressing directly against the meat of his thighs, unaware of how drenched you are. He's too focused. He doesn't notice when you slowly buck your hips forward, which sends a shock of pleasure down your spine and almost makes you whine aloud. Back and forth your hips go, gliding your pretty pussy up and down. And still, he doesn't notice it. He only notices when you reach down to pull your panties to the side for more sensible friction. Seeing you hump against his leg like a dog makes his cock hard in his pants. Maybe the console can wait. Without a word, his hand shifts down to your ass to help you along, cocky smirk plastered on his handsome face. You're getting loud now, nearing your orgasm as you dig your clit into his clothed thigh. He begins bouncing his knee, making you gasp. You're staining his pants with your slick, but he couldn't care less right now. He's intent on making you feel good. "More... curly.." You manage, voice weak and feeble from just how good you feel. He obliges, bouncing his knee with more force and speed, your loud whimpers music to his ears. As you rut and hump to your climax, he's soothingly stroking your back, pressing kisses to the side of your head, and when you finally come and gush all over his leg, he coos. "There you go, angel, good girl." His voice is like honey as he praises you, letting his knee gradually fall still as you come down from your high. "Let's get you cleaned up, then I'll take care of you, alright?" Yeah. Console can wait.

[pupwashing]

thoughts on dad curly waif 💓

went a little crazy w this I will not lie… tw for incest!!! also reader is 18+ don’t get the wrong idea tumblr pls and thank you ^_^

dad curly.. he’s kinda oblivious! he’s not a bad dad by any means, but sometimes he’s as clueless as a toddler.

doesn’t even realize how your looks of affection have lustful intent, or how you greedily leer at his body. he just chalks it up to his little girl being affectionate.

he doesn’t flinch when you sit on his lap one night, nor does he mind. any extra time with his darling daughter is enough for him to not even bat a blond eyelash.

you straddle his muscular thighs, small hands splaying over his equally muscular chest. he’s huge, always has been. you’ve always been enamored with his size.

simply admiring his body quickly turns into your soft lips slotting with his, and curly just lets it happen. his princess has to practice for when she gets a boyfriend, no? he’ll teach you how to use your tongue and set the boys on fire.

he slips his thick thumb over the muscle, letting you suck on it as his hands slide down your panties.

he feels how slick you already are, as if you were anticipating this result. he’s not going to leave you needy, though. what kind of father would he be if he didn’t finish the job?

two large fingers plunge into your needy cunt, forcefully scissoring you open. his fingers are big, but his cock is even bigger, and curly can’t have his poor girl tear.

once your hole is stretched wide, he wastes no time pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, letting them pool at his ankles.

his dick is huge, too big for you to take it all the way. he won’t force you to do it, either. he knows your limits better than you do.

the pretty pink tip glistens in the dim lighting of the living room, pearls of pre already coming from his slit. he’s as ready as you are.

large hands settle on your hips, helping you sink down on about half of his cock. from then, the spotlight’s on you.

you rock your hips, watching as his dick slides in and out of you. he keeps a tight grip on your hips, making sure you don’t push yourself too hard.

the squelch of your pussy makes his cock twitch, and the gummy walls of your pussy make him feel at home.

curly can feel his balls tighten, and he knows it’s about time to blow his load, but he can’t forget about you, his lovely daughter.

his thumb swipes over your clit, sticky due to all the mess you’ve made with your pretty cunt. it doesn’t take long for you to cream ‘round his cock, orgasm washing over you like a high tide.

curly pulls out of you, stroking his dick until he cums thick white ropes on your body. he couldnt possibly do that inside of you. he’s not that far gone. seeing your blissed out expression is worth it, though.

it doesn’t take long for him to calm down from his orgasm, and he picks you up. he’s gonna run you a warm bubble bath and get you cleaned up. it’s the fatherly thing to do.

[usoppsstar]

🦀"Meeting Granny" Fatherhood Luffy drabble pt 2

S:This is how I imagine Dadan and Luffy's daughter meet for the first time

Tw: Tiny bit of angst/fluff/ just a drabble/ spoilers if you're not at Marineford; there might be mistakes🦀🦀🦀

Pt 1

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The mountain bandits stand there in shock as you and Luffy casually make your way down the trail, a huge smile on his face as he continues to wave. The baby on the floor turns her chubby body around and reaches forward with short arms and grabby hands.

“Pa-pa!” she stutters the way a baby does,and Dogra and Magra have to stop Dadan from flipping onto her head again. Her mind was reeling as she tried to process the information that was slowly piecing itself together.

“Luffy!? Wha-?! Who-?!” Dadan just stares with her mouth open, words failing to make their way out. What was Luffy doing here all of a sudden? Who was that woman and why did the kid just call him papa? All the questions storm in each of the trio’s heads as you and Luffy finally walk up to them.

“Papa!” The little girl says more urgently as you both walk up to her. Perhaps she was waiting for you two and was tired now.

“There you are, button! Did you have fun exploring where papa grew up?!” Luffy asks her cheerily as he picks her up under her armpits. It's right then, when Luffy hoists her up onto his forearm that the dots connect. With their faces side by side, there was no doubting it. This little girl is Luffy's daughter. The realization only gets clearer for them when they look over at your face as you frown at Luffy, most likely for encouraging your one year old daughter to wander around a forest by herself. Dadan watches the three of you interact before finally finding her voice.

“Luffy! That's you isn't it!? What're you doing here!? Who are these people?!” she shouts as she gestures wildly, her afternoon randomly bombarded with familiar and unfamiliar faces. Luffy just looks up from where you're both picking leaves out of your daughter's thick hair, and laughs heartily.

“It's been a long time huh? It's so good to see you guys!” He keeps trucking, completely grazing over Dadan’s questions. Dogra and magra don't seem to notice because they're quickly ready to walk over and greet him, happy after not seeing the boy they helped raise after so many years.

“Luffy! It's good to see you too-!''They're about to say before they both come to a rough stop behind one of Dadan’s arms.

“Hey! Forget all the pleasantries dammit! Is this your kid!? And is she the mother?! Someone answer my questions!” She demands before huffing and puffing while you all look at her, even the baby who has her tiny hand in her mouth. Luffy just blinks at her before humming.

“ Well,this is my baby, and this is y/n. We made her because we're together and had se-!” He explains with a hand on his chin before being cut off by a tiny voice.

“Granny??” Your daughter asks curiously while pointing at her, and then turns back and looks at the both of you. Dogra and magra smiles but Dadan just sputters helplessly.

“what!? I'm not your-?!” She tries to correct her but Luffy just laughs out loud.

“Yeah you can call her granny!” Luffy casually encourages his child. Dadan tries to deny her new “grandchild” again but when everyone just starts laughing and talking away, she just sighs and smacks her forehead.

“Let's just go inside and eat.” She groans and Luffy cheers as you all walk inside behind her.

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After a full day of talking, laughing, and catching up at a large party the bandits decided to throw, everyone has started to wind down. Luffy took off with you, who dadan found out was not Luffy's wife or something but a member of his crew that has been with him romantically for a long time, into the forest to show you his, Ace, and Sabo’s old treehouse. The rest of the mountain bandits have either gone off to continue drinking at the pub in the village, or are passed out from partying so hard. Dadan herself is sitting at her chair by the window, a cigarette in her mouth but not lit, and your and Luffy's baby fast asleep in her arms. She didn't want to take her of course, but Luffy plopped her in her arms with a smile and took off, similar to his grandfather. Only, dadan knew you'd both be back for her this time.

“Yur a spitting image of your father y’know that?” She grunts softly while lightly tracing over your daughter's features. Just like luffy, she had hair as black as ink, big round eyes that naturally search for friends and adventure, and a shade of skin that's loved by the sun, a little darker than her dad's but still similar. She guesses she can thank your genes for that richness in hue, that and the thick curls that protect her little head.

“ They're soft as silk.” She thinks to herself as she gently tugs at a coil, watching it stretch before bouncing back into a tight curl. She could tell you took good care of her hair, from the way it shined she knew it was moisturized, and the way she could easily comb her fingers through it without waking her up. There wasn't a tangle in sight. She had never tried to force Ace, Sabo, or Luffy to tame their unruly hair. Shit, she hardly knew how to do more than French braid the thick hair on her own head because she was never taught how to take care of it. The same wouldn't be able to be said for this kid though, because she was a well taken care of baby. Everything about her was smooth and soft, everything, down to the little hands and feet she crawls on. Ace had been the same way when garp had first dumped him on them, so soft that even a dangerous gang of bandits like them couldn't stay angry at him for very long. Until he got older and turned into a little demon anyway.

Unlike Ace, Sabo, and Luffy, and even her own bastard parents that had left her to fend for herself so long ago she could hardly remember how it happened anymore, she would grow up with you two in her lives. You'd both be beside her so there'd never be a moment where she'd have to ask what her parents were like, and who they were. She'd never be chucked into the arms of a couple of mountain bandits and left behind to make her own way. The little girl in her arms would grow up happy. Dadan could see it as clear as day, as if it were all playing out in front of her right then.

“Shit.” Dadan huffs with a wobbly voice, feeling tears burn at her eyes. It's right then that you and Luffy come back.

“Yeah I'll go get her!” He shouts before jogging over to dadan’s window. You thought it'd be cool for you both to spend a night in Luffy's childhood home, but he suggested inviting the bandits onto the sunny with the rest of the crew. That way Sanji could make something better to eat with the things you both hunted today.

“Dadaaan! Come back with us to-!” He shouts as he jogs but stops and slows down once he sees his sleepy daughter. He smiles and leans onto the frame.

“Oh she's out huh?” He laughs a little while playing with a coil of her hair. He gazes at her happily for a moment before he hears a sniff and glances up. Dadan sits there with her face pinched up in a frown, one trembling hand holding your baby and the other covering her face.

“Luffy.” She says his name quietly and Luffy just watches her silently, his hand still gently petting his daughter's hair.

“Yeah?” He responds in his normal tone of voice, waiting patiently for her to speak her mind. Dadan just breathes shakily for a second, steadying herself, before speaking up.

“You take good care of her, got it? Don't you ever leave her alone, or-. If you let anything happen to her I'll kill you.” She cries with tears streaming down her face. She's trying to sound hard, but her voice is somehow still gentle towards the child she took care of for so long. She acts as if it for your daughter's sake but she wonders if she's just trying to protect her heart from the same hurt she felt when Ace was killed. Luffy just looks at her with wide eyes, not at all offended by her threat, before grinning brightly.

“Of course!” He laughs, and they all have a party even grander than the first on the Thousand Sunny.

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A/n: randomly finished this! Thanks for reading!🦀🦀🦀

🦀Taggies: @triangularz ; @cookieswithay ; @stoneaf

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[moonstruckme]

Hii! I really love ur writing<3

Could i request Sirius black x fem!reader where her hair is really fluffy but after she has showered her hair is like kindy wavy-ish but she brushes it out and it becomes really fluffy. But then Sirius sees that and is like "u have curly hair" but reader is like "nope". So sirius convinces her and shows her his hair routine and it turns out she does have curly hair and all the fluff and everything?

English is not my first languages so I hope that I'm being clear about what i mean😭 sorry for any mistakes.

Feel free to ignore this if you want<33

No worries my love, this was super clear! I didn't learn how to make my curly hair look good until a few years ago, so this was sooo relatable haha! Thanks for requesting :)

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Sirius knocks as you step out of his shower, drying off one leg and then the other with the towel he’d given you. 

“Sorry, angel, could I get in there for a sec?” He calls through the door. “I forgot my moisturizer.” 

“Sure, just a minute,” you reply, quickly toweling off before wrapping yourself in a robe. “Okay, you’re good.” 

“Thanks,” Sirius says, steam whooshing out as he opens the door. He grabs a little jar from the counter, toting it about before starting back the way he came, but he stops before he reaches the door. Sirius looks at you for a moment, his lips curving slightly upward into one of those soft smiles you love so much. “You look so pretty like this,” he says.  

You give him a tiny grin in return, pulling the robe tighter over your body self-consciously. “Thanks, Siri.” 

“Is…” his eyebrows come together. “Is that what your hair always looks like when it’s wet?”

You look down at your ends, half expecting them to be purple from the expression on your boyfriend’s face. “Um, yeah?”

He crosses his arms, tongue pressing into his cheek thoughtfully. “And what do you usually do to it after you shower?”

“I dunno.” You pick your discarded towel up again. “Brush it? That’s it, really.” 

You start to run the towel over your hair, scrubbing out the moisture, and Sirius lunges for you as if you’re holding a weapon to your head instead. “No, stop!”

“What?”

“You can’t rub it like that.” He snatches the towel from you, something like offense in his tone. “That’s nearly the worst thing you can do for curly hair.” 

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Well then lucky for me that I don’t have curly hair.” 

“I think you do,” Sirius says, hanging the towel on a hook. “Or wavy, at least. Look at it right now, it looks almost like mine.” 

The mirror is too foggy to see in, but you don’t need to. “It’s not like yours, though,” you say, a touch of envy creeping into your voice. “Yours is so pretty and shiny. You’ve seen mine, it gets all frizzy when it’s dry.” 

“Okay, compliment heard and accepted.” Sirius grins at you. “But I think your hair just gets like that because you brush it, darling. Let me play with it, please?”

You hesitate. You’ve always shied away from messing with your hair because, as much as it frustrates you, you know how to deal with it the way it is. Oil, buns, plaits. You’d rather have the devil you know than whatever might result from angering it. 

But Sirius does seem to know an impressive amount about hair care. His counter is littered with products that testify to that. And you don’t think he’s right, but if he is, and your hair could look anything like his…

“Fine,” you sigh, and Sirius beams at you, taking you by the shoulders and bringing you in front of the mirror. 

“Alright, I’m gonna talk you through it, dollface,” he promises. “I mean, I’ll do it for you every time you shower if you want me to, but I’ll give you the details just in case you wanna know later.”

He begins by rewetting your hair under the faucet, instructing you to only brush it while it’s sopping wet. He introduces you to leave-in conditioner, curl cream, mousse, telling you what each of them do and weaving them into your locks with skilled fingers. You can’t help but admire the concentrated set of his brows as he works, the way his dark hair gleams under the fluorescent light. However this turns out, you like having his hands in your hair like this. You might ask him to do it again just for that. 

“There we go,” he says, affixing one of his t-shirts to hold your hair close to your head. “We’ll leave that on for a bit, and when it comes off we should have a decent idea of how it’s gonna look when it’s dry.” 

You smile at him, and Sirius fixes you with a look that’s unbelievably fond. “Normally, this is when I do my skin routine, while I’ve got my hair out of the way,” he says, speaking softly though there’s no one else around to hear. “Want me to do yours for you, lovely girl?”

You feel your face warm, but you don’t care if he sees, the affection between you too great to be a well-kept secret. “That’d be nice, thanks.” 

Sirius’ touch is gentle as he goes over your face with a warm washcloth, smoothing your various products into your skin while you do your best not to preen.

“So pretty,” he murmurs once he’s done, planting a kiss on your freshly moisturized cheek. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were glowing from the inside out.

You chase him, capturing his lips with yours, and the both of you giggle at the absurdity of it, kissing whilst sitting on his bathroom counter, you all wet in a robe and him fully clothed. 

“Alright,” Sirius says, stroking your jaw as a consolation when he breaks the kiss. “I think your hair should be ready to come down.” 

You find yourself almost excited as he unwraps the t-shirt from your hair, tracking the progress of his grin while he squeezes the last bits of moisture from your ends before taking you by the shoulders.

“Okay,” he says soberly, looking at you with mock gravitas. “Are you ready to see?” 

You roll your eyes whilst you nod, and he turns you. The fog has faded from the mirror, so you’re able to see yourself clearly as your mouth actually drops open. Your hair is still damp, but even so, the bottom half falls in loose waves, the ends curling just slightly. It’s smooth, and shiny, and nothing like you thought it had the potential to be. 

“Not bad, right?” Sirius sounds smug, but you can feel his excitement as he watches your reaction. “I might use less heavy products in the future, and more mousse, but—”

You spin around, wrapping him in a hug. He laughs, arms coming around your back with just as much enthusiasm. 

“It looks so pretty, Siri,” you gush. “Thank you so much!”

“I’ve always said you’re the prettiest girl in the world,” he sounds exasperated, but his grip tightens on you warmly, “so I really don’t see why you’re acting so surprised.”

[noirflms]

୧ ˚₊ LUCKY RITUAL — sakusa kiyoomi

it’s your and his thing before he goes to stand on the court and win the game.

kiyoomi is not an affectionate man, yet he had his heart out to you – all yours to keep. he isn’t a big fan of his love in the public, a rather private escapade is what love is to him. from kisses he steals from you away from the eyes of the paparazzi in the bounds of your shared home is love to him – not the way that miya atsumu has a new girl on his arm every now and then.

it was not easy for you to make the man open up to you. it was way difficult that you had thought it will be. he was sheltered, a boy bound to his very own bubble and not letting anyone enter it. he hated when anyone crossed this bubble of his – even his cousin komori was cautious of it.

it was not in him let someone in so easily. he was a man within his walls, a man who didn’t like others to enter in them. but that changed when he met you.

you were rather eccentric and quite the opposite of him. you were open when he was so hard to read, you loved people and he hated them. you were like the sun while he was the moon and he wasn’t far away from this ideal prospect which he had created in his mind. to him – you were never meant to be his, yet here he is now, surrounded by his teammates in the locker rooms who kiss their partners with a goal to win in mind.

“ you’re thinking too hard , omi. ” he is brought of his stupor at the sound of your voice. you stand beside him with his hand holding onto yours. he has no heart to let go yet and you make out when his grip on your hand turn tighter and you don’t miss the chance to squeeze it in reassurance.

“ you make me think too hard. ” he musters, his voice muffled due to the mask he wears and the words sure do make your eyes widen but you soon your lips break into a huge grin. the sound of your chuckles makes his eyes soften as he looks at you, his thumbs drawing circles on the back of your hand – a thing he does when he feels nervous around many every now and then.

“ you’ll do good. i know. ”

your words make him sigh. it’s heavy as it takes through his whole body. he washes out the noisy teammates of his as he leans down to rest his head on your shoulder. he hates the way you make him feel and he certainly hates the butterflies you give him even after all these years. he feels your fingers brush through his curly tuft of hair and another sigh of relief is released.

the sound of the loud voice of the announcer echoes through the locker room. all players of his team ready to head out, assuring their partners they’ll be fine, they’ll be good. it is then all are pouring out of the room, calls of kiyoomi’s name are said aloud, telling him to be quick, hinata waving his hand at you and so does bokuto with a huge smile on his face, atsumu being pulled by the ear by their captain as he waves at you with a pain stricken look while sakusa watches it all.

as all walk out, it is you and him that are left behind. he has hands still on your waist, he doesn’t want to move. but he knows he has to, he has to rush out their and win, be the good ol’ sakusa kiyoomi he has always been.

“ will you win? ” your voice makes his eyes turn to you, his fingers are turning to pull his mask off, and amidst the silence his lips land on yours, he gets the taste of your cherry chapstick – it is always the one you wear to his matches. it is your and his little ritual before the match, to share a kiss before he smashes his opponents in the court.

it’s a lucky ritual of his, one he never forgets to do before any match. it took him a while to turn accustomed to it, but he likes it, he likes the way he gets to kiss you with the rush of adrenaline in him before the match, he likes it when a kiss shared with you ignites him whole. he likes to kiss you is all and that he is something he’d never deny. your laugh into the kiss finding it sudden, and you know his lips would smell off your cherry chapstick as well.

“ of course, i’ve got my luck with me. ”

that is all you hear before he steals a kiss of your lips and is rushing through the hallway to his team as you laugh looking at the tall man in a hurry. he’s always been like this, yet it is you who makes him a man like this and he would never change a thing about this.

highlighter sakusa >>>>

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[im-normal-about-everything]

Sodapop's reaction to Purly drabble under the cut. Enjoy!!

Now, Soda didn't really like Curly Shepard. The youngest member of the Shepard gang had a bad reputation and a police record that could rival Dallas's.

The kid got in trouble all the time. It was more common to find him in the cooler than out.

Well, that used to be true. Soda wasn't so sure if it was anymore.

The first time that Soda noticed the change was when Ponyboy, his sweet, innocent kid brother brought the Shepard kid over for dinner with the gang.

He didn't really know how to react at first. He wasn't exactly happy that Pony had found one of the worst hoods around to date, but if the kid was as good as his brother made him seem, then fuck itt. He'd just have to find out at this dinner.

And he did find out. Soda found out that Curly Shepard was absolutely obsessed with Ponyboy. (And that Ponyboy was obsessed with Shepard, but that was for another day)

Shepard looked at Pony like he hung the goddamn stars in the sky. He paid attention to everything that Pony said, even if he didn't have a clue about what half the words meant.

Soda saw how Shepard stared at Pony like he was a priceless painting, like he wanted to watch him forever if he could.

He saw the soft smiles that Shepard gave Pony when they thought no one else would see them. He saw the care and love that Shepard had when he held Pony.

Soda also saw how his baby brother did the same thing for Shepard. Pony looked at Curly like he was his whole world. The kid talked about him as passionately as he did his favorite books.

He saw how happy Pony was. He noticed how his nightmares lessened and how he seemed genuinely care-free.

Sodapop saw how much Curly Shepard cared for Ponyboy, and he saw how much Ponyboy Curtis loved Curly.

So, Soda might not exactly like the Shepard kid, but if he made his kid brother that happy, he couldn't be that bad.

[skzoolandia]

Producer Chan in his element

[thefawnfallacy]

“We’ll take care of it. We’ll take responsibility.”

Curly’s eyes are blue like the beach sky but he’s frowning, he’s tired. He’s tired of cleaning up Jimmy’s messes and he can tell, with every stumble, that Curly is growing more and more exhausted with his mistakes.

“I didn’t.. think-“

“I know.” Curly takes a step closer, nose to nose with Jimmy because they’re alone for once and they can let their guards down in the loud, echoing chamber of the hallway. “You didn’t think. You didn’t consider what would happen.”

That’s the problem with Jimmy, anyway, he doesn’t think past the immediate gratification or the anger or the spite when it clouds his mind and he’s gone and destroyed everything again for the sake of own selfish desires.

Curly feels a little sick, really, thinking about what Jimmy did but then there’s Anya’s crying, the gun she hid, and then there’s Jimmy mouth — his lips are dry, his facial hair is scratchy — and the kiss is short but forceful, like everything else about him.

“Did she tell anyone else?” Another kiss, a little softer, “or did she only tell you?”

“Just me.” Curly doesn’t know how true that is or not but he sees why Anya was scared to say anything — Jimmy is gripping his arm so tight, he’s sure it’ll bruise. He isn’t scared of Jimmy, not really, but he knows all about feral dogs and how quick they are to bite.

“Okay. I need to be alone for a moment.” Blue eyes flicker away, down, and then back up to Jimmy’s, who’s watching him.

Curly feels, in the pit of his stomach, like something bad is going to happen.

[tamblrtrain]

lurking in the back of my mind (mouthwashing)

The mirror was a horrifying thing. She'd look in and it'd stare back.

Her stomach was a particular point of focus. It ached—it screamed for attention. It was his fault it was so horrible, yet she still blamed herself. One kick, then another, then the nagging feeling of a man flayed into a piece of bacon in need.

She'd take responsibility when no one else would. She was weak and uncomfortable with the sounds, but she'd power through this time.

Medical was lonely and desolate. He sat there, choking in pain.

It was okay.

She'd take responsibility this time.

[thornsnvultures]

eddie munson x curly haired!reader

cw: lightly nsft (no minors, 18+), baby/marriage mention at the end but I kept stuff pretty gender neutral, <500 words

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Eddie prides himself on taking good care of his curls. He uses shampoo AND conditioner. Not those 3 in 1 combination bottles like every other guy. He has dedicated washing days so he doesn't dry out his curls. He even uses a leave-in conditioner that smells like coconuts!

He wasn't perfect, he still had bad hair days now and then and he definitely doesn't have the dedication to style like Steve "The Hair" Harrington. But he took pride in how he looked in his own way.

And he thanks his luscious locks every day for helping him meet you.

As corny as it was, you and Eddie had reached for the same tub of moisturizing conditioner at the same time and your eyes met in the Walmart beauty aisle. At meet cute he thought only the likes of Harrington would ever achieve.

Eddie was stunned speechless. Your curls were even prettier than his. Their glossy shine and bouncy texture wowed him, and made his dick hard, which he should've probably been concerned about. But then you smiled and laughed and apologized for bumping into him and Eddie knew he was in love.

He let you have it, but only if you gave him your number. So you reached into your bag for a pen and scribbled it on his hand. Eddie started at it, shocked that his line actually worked.

He called you later that night, too excited to wait any longer and before he knew it he had a date.

It's been months since then, since your first date, and now Eddie knows for sure that he loves you. You, who helps him wash his hair when he's too tired to bother. You, with your special hair wraps and satin pillowcases.

He bought you new ones just last week. A fancy brand that put a hefty dent in his wallet, but it was worth it seeing you smile. That and he felt guilty after accidentally, uh...ruining your last ones.

Eddie loves laying in the tub with you on days when you don't want to wash, your curls piled up on top of your head. He lets you put his hair up too, knotted in a bump on the back of his head with a soft scrunchie. He takes his time with you in those moments, takes care of you with soft, soapy hands that slip under the water to play with pebbled nipples and dimpled skin. Your laughter turns to sighs under the bubbles. Eddie buries his face in your curls and breathes you in, rocks against you as you twist and writhe under his fingers.

Later, when you're warm and tucked in his arms, all lotioned up and smelling so sweet, Eddie thinks about keeping you for forever. Picturing little curly-headed babies running around. Teaching them to love their curls too. He falls asleep with a smile on his face, and a ring tucked in the bottom of his sock drawer.

[mrsackermannx]

all about: levi and your curly hair…

for my curly people <3

tags: curly haired reader/and or poc reader, suggestive themes (breeding kink, mild sex), bullying mentions, micro aggressions, small ocd mention for levi, modern au! and dad! levi, fluffy drabble, afab reader but no specific body part mentions.

wc: 1.2k

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the first thing levi noticed about you was your hair, the way your curls glinted in the morning sun. whether it was tied back, or your curls were framing your face and falling in hypnotising waves. there was something about it that drove him crazy.

when you and levi finally moved in together, he watched curiously as you replaced both your pillowcases with silk ones. changed his hair towel to a micro fibre one, and stacked up your products on the shower shelf. that’s why you always smelled so fucking good, your deep masque, your conditioner, curl cream, all of it smelt so fucking amazing. it smelt like you and he loved it.

he even bought travel sizes of your conditioners for when he went away on business trips, just so he could smell you when he was away.

one time you told levi about the teasing you recieved through school, people calling your hair messy, wild, telling you should brush it out, straighten it. he was livid, how fucking dare they, “it’s perfect as it is.”

when you told him the flip side, people always asking to touch it, your lip curled when he said, “how stupid, you’re not an animal, people don’t ask to do that with straight hair.”

exactly.

“….they were jealous. your hair is beautiful there’s nothing messy about it.”

levi started to notice how people compliment curly hair, ‘so cool’ ‘wow it’s so crazy!’ just like you’d discussed with him. he hated that you’ve ever felt pressed to flatten your pretty curls away with heat because of stupid comments such as these amongst other things.

the idea of someone reaching out to touch you or your hair made his blood boil.

levi too thought the handling of another’s hair was intimate and or laced with love, he loved the care his mother would take with his hair as a child, making it neat for him, because otherwise he could not sleep knowing it was slightly uneven.

as an adult, levi came to quickly discover that he couldn’t relax without coiling his fingers through your curls at least once a day, watching them spring beautifully. even if it was just one. it was funny because you never thought you would like somebody playing with your hair, but you loved when levi did it, love in his fingertips, a lazy smile on his lips. springing his favourite curls while you cuddled after a long day.

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he remembers the first time you moved his hand to your hair, feeling your locks fall against his fingers, he rubbed at your scalp, smiling at the way you relaxed. he didn’t want to make it a big deal, but his heat was thudding. you’d been together not even six months yet, but this was more intimate than hand-holding to him.

carefully, he played with the curly lengths, gently, not tugging his fingers through it, no—he handled it with care. “your hair is so pretty,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. you tore your eyes away from the movie, your gaze softened.

Your mouth opened and then closed, before you simply smiled, “…thank you, levi.”

he switched you below him, your curls fanned about the sofa cushions, levi thought you looked like a princess, “im so fucking lucky, you are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.”

that night as you made love, you urged levi to slot his fingers through the strands above your nape and pull. he did so, delighting in the way you moaned, melting into your embrace, telling you how beautiful you were and how good you were taking him.

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the first time levi washed your hair was after years of living together, when all the possible walls between a couple had dissolved. you were more comfortable with levi than you were alone and vice versa.

one week, you were swamped with work, tossing your hair into a ponytail every morning. levi noticed because he loves when your curls are out and free, they’re gorgeous. but he knows it’s a lot of work sometimes. so when you sighed as your finger caught a knot, tossing aside your silk scrunchie. he had already made his mind up.

levi had been watching youtube tutorials for this very moment. “want me to wash it for you?” he asked, tentatively.

“huh? you sure?” you answered, eyes shining.

“let me. it’s good i get the practise. plus, you know how to wash mine,” he shrugged simply, a sweet smile on his lips. “it’s no different, i should know how to take care of your hair too,” he added firmly, kissing your knuckles—hearing no complaints.

you nodded. and god were you shocked with how well levi had done. you were confused at first because he did it a little differently to you. slathering conditioner through your mid-lengths before his fingers worked your scalp, washing away the bubbles of your clarifying shampoo.

he watched your face scrunch curiously.

“it’s good to condition your hair before, so when the shampoo rinses through. your hair won’t get too dry.”

levi knew what he was talking about and it was fucking hot. “been reading up on this?”

“maybe,” he purred, detangling your hair tip to root. “ends to roots, just like you taught me,” he hummed cockily, working in your stylers with fínese.

“so pretty,” he murmured, though completely to himself, his fingers smoothing frizz away as he clumped your curls together with your wet brush. cupping each section and scrunching it into your microfibre towel, before squishing the water out.

“sorry, my hair takes so long,” you mumbled. levi normally waited for you to wash your hair, but he’s clingy even if he won’t admit it to anyone other than you.

“ill do it for you from now on, if you’ll let me.”

“if you don’t mind,” your cheeks were on fire, other than sex there was nothing more intimate than this.

“of course i don’t—i want to.”

when your hair was dried, you couldn’t believe how good it looked, you’d never seen it look so fucking good in fact. you’d gotten compliments all week, and a few people even stopped to ask of your routine.

you grew to love these rituals, it made you closer, you didn’t have to spend hours in the bathroom, moodily detangling your hair anymore. levi was an earnest learner as always. some soft music, candles, levi oiled your scalp, braided your hair before bed, massaged in your shampoo, come to think of it, you’d always washed his hair when you showered, he was right. why would it be any different?

“y’know earlier, you said—it’s good to get practise, what did you mean?”

he laid you down beneath him, pressing suggestive kisses along your jaw, “what’d’you think, sweetheart?”

“levi?”

you locked your arms around his neck, “well…when we’ve got curly haired brats running around here, i want to be able to-“

you pulled his lips down onto yours, and in minutes you were nothing but boneless and hoarse beneath him. “i love you, thank you for accepting every part of me.”

“i love all of you, down to every perfect detail.” he thrusted harder and delighted in your sounds.

“im ready f-for you to!”

he pressed his palm against your stomach, “how long have we wanted to do this,” he moaned, “how long have you wanted my cum in here?” his fingers worked on your clit.

“so so fucking long!”

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when you both had your first daughter, levi exclusively handled her hair in the mornings, doing the prettiest hairstyles with butterfly clips and hair pins. the teachers all cooed at levi when he did the school run, “…told us that daddy does her hair, is that right?”

they all crushed on him, so so hard.

levi grinned, pointing to his curly haired wife leant against the car, “mmhm, mommy’s too.”

he grinned as you waved over, already planning the detour to your favourite car sex spot.

[usoppsstar]

🦀"Meeting Granny" Fatherhood Luffy drabble

S:This is how I imagine Dadan and you and Luffy's daughter meet for the first time

Tw: Tiny bit of angst/fluff/ just a drabble/ spoilers if you're not at Marineford

Pt 2

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Things have been rather peaceful for the rag tag group of bandits that make up the Dadan family. With no more kids running around and Garp no longer showing his face around them, they've been able to live life as if they were retired. Dogra and Magra are into comedy now and perform at pubs in town. The rest of the family relax except for schooling the occasional group of bandits that don't know that this area is their turf.

Dadan has grays infiltrating her bright crimson hair now, and a few more wrinkles than she'd like, but she'd say she's aging with grace. She hears about Luffy in the papers every month or so, Sabo a little less but still enough to know what he's up to. She talks to Ace sometimes too, when it feels like he's listening. She can eat,drink, and smoke when she wants, unlike when she was taking care of the little rascals( she smoked carefreely then too tho) She's even been sharing drinks with this cute young thing at the pub lately(he's says he's into her, but there's no way a brat like him could keep up with all the woman that she is, even if he is much bigger than her and can pick her up bridal style if she wanted him to). Curly Dadan thinks about all this as she sits at her window with her cigarette.

“To think that I'd turn into one of these people, enjoying retirement and whatnot.” Dadan says out loud, as she stares out at the mountain with a smug expression.Hell, she's really been relaxing and reminiscing like other people do once they get up in their years. Yup, it's almost comical how peaceful today is. No newbies to whip into shape, no young men chasing after her because of all her mature, feminine appeal, and most importantly no babies to look after-.

“Granny?” She hears a little voice, as light as a bell, say right outside her window. Dadan freezes before slowly glancing below her. Sitting on the floor there,is a little girl that looks around 1 year old, staring up at her. Dadan looks down at her for a second before flying backwards, directly on her head, alerting Dogra and Magra.

“What's the matter boss!?” Dogra shouts as he watches the leader of the family looking more distraught than he's seen her in a while.

“Garp that bastard. He couldn't have-?” Dadan gasps quietly, before jumping up to dart towards the door. The little baby continues to look at the window until she hears clattering by the door and turns her head curiously. Dadan slams the door open with Dogra and Magra right behind her. They all simultaneously stare at the tiny person in front of them. Dadan just trembles slightly before taking a deep breath.

“WhAAAAAAAA!?” She screams loudly and even the birds a mile away are startled out of their trees.

***

“This can't be happening!? He can't possibly have another grandchild! The little brat doesn't look anything like that old bastard!” Dadan rants with her hands in her hair as she paces back and forth in front of the door. Dogra is distraught, standing there speechless, and Magra has already taken to poking at the baby's soft cheeks and letting her grab at his fingers.

“Not again, that bastard can't be doing this to us again!” Dadan thinks to herself as she continues to pace. Was he really gonna dump another child on her, just to do whatever he wants to them after they grow up? He had made sure not to show his face to her all these years, but now he drops another kid on her doorstep? After everything that happened with Ace? She'd kill him for this.Dadan can feel hateful tears burning behind her eyes when Dogra suddenly speaks up after stroking his chin, after keeping quiet for a moment.

“You gotta admit tho boss, she does look familiar.” He says while looking at the little girl on the ground.

“What!?” Dadan barks before turning towards the baby herself and glaring at her features. At first glance,the chunky baby on the ground didn't look anything like anyone she knew. The only thing anyone could see was her tanned skin and thick,curly, black hair. Dadan just grunts in disbelief but continues to look. The girl didn't have a skin tone or hair texture anything like people she regularly saw, but there was something very familiar about her eyes. Something about how big they were and how curiously she was looking around, it reminded her of someone.

“Yeah! she really does look like someone! Doesn't she Magra?” Dogra says even more determinedly, asking his friend to confirm his thoughts. Magra just continues to play with the cheerful baby, before humming thoughtfully.

“She looks like Luffy.” He finally says casually and both Dadan and Dogra jump a little. Dadan looks back at the little girl when suddenly a loud voice interrupts all of them.

“Heeeeeeeey!” A familiar voice shouts from further up the road. The baby smiles instantly and bobs her little head towards the voice, making the gang look up too. Standing down the road was a face they haven't seen, in person, years, only ever seeing his face in newspapers or bounty posters.

“Dadan! Dogra! Magra! Long time no see!” Luffy shouts excitedly while waving at them with one hand, and holding yours with his other one.

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I have more thoughts on this but I'll post it some other time maybe, just a drabble I thought of while working on a request, thanks for reading🦀🦀🦀

🦀Taggies: @cookieswithay ; @bokutosbiceps ; @stuckinthewrongworld ; @wrennyx ; @morgincorvus

[phoxphenex]

jeno sighing against your lips as you run your fingers through his new curly hair and covering his face and neck in quick little kisses <3

[lavendarniko]

Vash Wolfwood Meryl Milly x poc!reader (Curly wash day)

For the longest time on your adventures with the Trigun Squad you’ve always ensured to reach a city and book an Inn every Sunday. Today would have been no different except you are exhausted and fed up and do not want to put in the effort to care for your hair. Your body is sore and your muscles ache at the thought of the washing and the products and the styling. You just wanted the day to be over but you couldn’t end it- not yet. You take a room key and hand off the rest to Meryl, already on the verge of tears as you open the door and chuck your travel sack onto a bed. You start to silently cry as you sit on the bed and fish out your hair products.

Vash (the loveliest sunflower 🌻):

Vash went to check on you immediately and the moment Vash steps into the room he already knows. The man simply picks you up and hauls you off into the bathroom even if you protest.

This man is surprisingly -not really since he’s had over a century to learn all sorts of shit- adept at washing through your hair. He does it all with what I call “salon hands” just working it in so well that it’s essentially a scalp massage, that leaves you dozing off. Coming in and out of consciousness to find him finger combing through your curls, ever so lovingly scrunching product into your hair, his every touch so sweet and gentle

You finally start to pay more attention when he takes your hair shirt and gently scrunches your curls mostly dry. He combs the products through your hair. Only to again find yourself surprised as he combs your hair tip to top without you having to even explain it.

The gentle action brings you to tears as he continues to brush your hair. “Jeez, am I really doing that bad a job, (Y/N)?”, he sheepishly asks. You wipe away your tears, “No, I just haven’t- it’s been so long since anyone- No one’s done my hair for me since I was little…��

Now that Vash has prompted you into talking, neither of you can shut up. The two of you cycle through topics as he takes his time to do your hair just like you like it. You’ve never heard him this soft spoken doing any task as he twists and ties off sections of your hair giving it a fun braided off ponytail look to it.

“So how does the front part of your coat work?”, you ask as he finishes up a braid, “If I undo all the buttons will it just flop off?” “No, the collar would stay since it’s actually attached to the coat”, Vash replies as he ties off the braid, “and you’d have to unbutton the waist part too for it to just flop open.” You make a small hum as you thought about it, only to start laughing at the mental image.

Most weeks you and Vash use your wash days to be closer with each other, it just serves as a good way to check on each other and talk with each other. On the rougher weeks it’s such a simple way to help him feel like he’s doing some good. And for you, to help pull him from whatever self-loathing spiral he’s in.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (El Woowoo 🐺):

He doesn’t come to check on you immediately, instead leaving you to stew and cry for a while. When he does finally come to the room you, he finds you shaking as you try to roughly comb through your hair. He takes the comb from your hands with a huff. “Don’t do that. Are you trying to rip your hair out?” He doesn’t pull an answer out of you as you continue to softly gasp and cry.

He acts so annoyed about helping you, huffing and puffing as he helps to comb through your tangled curly hair, but he does find it surprisingly meditative like counting rosary beads.The simple motion of holding a section of hair and combing it through tip to top and once more top to bottom for good measure Wolfwood finds relaxing. (Although if you mention anything about it he’ll simply deny it or not reply at all.)

I don’t think Wolfwood knows how to do much more than braids, plaids (not attached to the scalp braids), and plaid-like twists from his time at the orphanage. He’s not going to ask you what style you want. He’s gonna pick, like it or not.

“Well? You got anything to say?”, he’ll prompt once more. “Thank you, Wolfwood. I owe you at least a lollipop” “Damn right you do”, he says with a tone that’s so teasing and so him. You can’t see him but you hear his smile, “You’re done crying right?” “Yea…” you smile back.

There are times after where Wolfwood will ask if you need help- please tell him yes the man just wants to brush your hair again. He will make you sit between his knees, it secretly makes him feel like he’s at the orphanage doing one of the little one’s hair again.

It's mostly a silent activity. However, depending on how much hair you have he might whine about it. He hates sectioning your hair just to brush it out. Instead he brushes, twists, and ties off the section that he was holding. Don’t expect it to be even sections either. Also RIP to your small rubber bands he’s either breaking them or shooting them across the room. (“It’s not on purpose I swear”)

Meryl (tiniest badass 💗):

When Meryl finally makes it to the room to check on you, you’re a sobbing mess as you try to tackle the disaster that is your hair. She takes your hand and leads you to a chair, taking the comb from your hands. She gathers your products and hair supplies and places them on the table.

This might come as a shock, but Meryl doesn’t know the basics of hair care besides you have to brush it and wash it. So you do have to instruct Meryl through it all. But she learns quickly

You have to tell her how certain products work and in what order to put them in but she does it all with the cutest expression (one i think she would have accidentally gotten from Milly) where she pokes her tongue out between her lips as she tries her best to absorb the information.

When Meryl gets to brush your hair she goes top to bottom, but stops immediately when you wince in pain. She apologizes so quickly, “Jeez (Y/N) I see why you were crying. This does seem like a lot”

You and Meryl make merry as you chat about the various hairstyles you’ve had over your lifetime. “I used to have long hair before I joined the Bernardelli Insurance society” “Really?”, you exclaim. “Yeah, but it was a hassle. I’ve got no clue how Milly deals with it.” “You know…”, you trail off, “I can’t imagine you or Milly looking any different than you do now.” “No?” You start to shake your head then stop, “No, short hair really suits you Meryl” She laughs and it makes your heart race, her laugh is everything to you. The sound really brightens up your day. You begin to slouch as she takes her time to really try and brush your hair through in a way that won’t hurt you or rip your hair.

Meryl doesn’t do your hair often, but she does take the time to sit with you as you do your hair. Slowly, she learns how to do your hair until she’s one day comfortable enough to do it for you. You thank her every time and find it the perfect excuse to be close to her before you're ready to reveal just how in love with her you really are.

Milly (My beloved ❣️):

Milly goes to find you immediately. As soon as she’s given the key she leaves to check on you. She could see it on your face long before you all arrived into town. Milly has been trying her best, offering more hugs, and even offering a share of her pudding (my angel) so it breaks her heart when she sees you crying as you pull out all your hair products from your bag.

Milly forces (politely asks) you to get into the bath and let her handle it. She takes care of stripping your clothes and running the bath. She takes care to scrub you down of the desert sand, her every action done with care.

She doesn’t really know how to care for your hair type but she takes the time to read instructions on the bottles, washing your hair thoroughly and sweetly rinsing it outgoing ever so careful as to not let it sting your eyes. Any bottles without instructions she simply asks you how to use it or how much to use.

“(Y/n)”, she asks as she holds up the bottle, “How much do you need?” You look back at her bleary eyed as you respond, “I use just enough to fill my palm, sometimes a little less…” “Oh (Y?n), don’t fall asleep yet”, she scrubs your scalp with the shampoo, “I don’t know much of the conditioner I should be using.” You just smile at her, Milly is too sweet for you to resist hugging with your wet body. It makes her squeal as it soaks her clothes.

After Milly dries you and herself she carefully picks up and reads through the other bottles and jars of your hair products. She picks up a moisturizing jar and you watch her carefully read the label as you sit on a chair. She gets a large dollop and begins to foam it up between her hands. Then, to your surprise, she finger-combs it through your hair. “Wow (Y/n) this smells so sweet, and it looks just like pudding!” It draws a laugh out of you.

I would say Milly definitely knows how to brush your hair. Her long hair has a tendency to get knots and snags after a night’s sleep. So she sections it off and brushes your hair tip to root with a gentle touch. She would probably braid it off after she’s done with that particular section. If you always wear it in a particular way, she’ll have you walk her through it. If you put fun decorations in it she’ll ask to use them in your hair. Overall it becomes a fun way to include Milly into your self-care day. You find yourself including her more and more, allowing her to play and style with your hair more often than you do.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Obsessed with Thad cornering Kon one day and begging him to talk to Bart about taking better care of his curly hair. Because Kon, a curly boy, actually takes care of his hair and it shows.

Thad: conner, you need to talk to your boyfriend about his hair. his hair 'routine' is abominably atrocious.

Kon: Doesn't he just 'fall in a sink?'

Thad: it's worse, he uses that two-in-one shit.

Kon: It's way better than what he was doing, did he tell you about how he used Dawn dish soap when he first showed up in this time?

Thad: visibly recoiling:: no. and he's lost about 10% of my respect just for that.

Kon: So he has about 70% of your respect now considering the last time you docked respect points.

Thad: it's more than others but it's about to go down again if he doesn't start taking serious care of his hair.

Kon: Why do I have to talk to him about his hair? It's fine!

Thad: our hair is curly, conner. curly! you know how much work curly hair needs!

Kon: Well, yeah I do. But I also sort of like the floof Bart rocks.

Thad: ... your tastes are barbaric.

Kon: Oh yeah? Says the dude who uses a steaming flatiron to burn their curls straight every day!

Thad: i have a hair routine which is methodical and carefully executed with hair health in mind despite my harsher methods. bart just strives for whatever method is the quickest without considering the long-term damage where sometimes 'falling in a sink' is his only routine. seriously. help him.

Kon: It really killed you when you were pretending to be Bart and you had to adopt his hair routine, didn't it?

Thad: it took my hair 8 months to recover...

Note: Thad's lowercase speech is intentional.

[poltergeist-punk]

a bit of a study of my favorite fugitive and criminal <3

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