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chrollohearttags · 8 months

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silver foxes

the men who are twice your age and half the headache. The ones who show up to your doorstep, flowers in hand and gifts in the other before taking you out on a date. That’s only after he told you to go crazy with his credit card to buy the perfect dress and heels for the occasion. The kind of a man that opens your door, drapes his coat around you and even puts it on the ground so you don’t dare splash your feet with that puddle. He’s the man that teaches you never to settle or compromise on your standards…to always expect princess treatment and nothing less of being regarded as his queen. The man that has your bills paid on time on every month before you even have time to look at them and tells you put your money up because hey, he’s got your hair and nails covered too. Five star dinners, always dressed in designers and smells like Tom Ford cologne. He’s also the man that brings you home after a night out and undresses you right there in the doorway because you looked far too sexy in that tight red dress..accenting every curve on that beautiful body. He’s the man that starts out with slow, sloppy kisses that trails from your lips, neck and down to your belly button but disrespectfully devours your pussy through the seat of those panties he can’t even be vexed to pull off. Only tugging them to the side long enough to spit onto those folds. Honestly, he doesn’t see himself as your sugar daddy or anything but he can’t help but get a taste of that sweetness. Especially when it’s trickling down his chin; staining his stubble and slightly wrinkled cheeks. Right before he decides to hoist your legs midair and bounce you up and down on his cock. You’re thinking to yourself how he possibly harbors so much strength for a man who’s past middle aged but he’s fucking you so good, like someone in his prime youth that you don’t ever question his skills. You claw his back, scream his name and even come twice as he’s twisting you to his leisure. In a full nelson with your panties tucked between your teeth; that dick curving inside of you..a hand on the back of your head and pushed face down into the pillow of the couch as he gives you backshots. Who tells you ‘I know, baby..I know.” When you’re whimpering with his thumb between your lips.,The man that goes rounds with you until you’re both spent and he’s splattering your tight little cunt full of his warm seed. Who tells the Plan B and breakfast in the morning is on him but first, he’ll go run you a warm bath and get you ready for bed.

the type of man that once you start fucking with him..you’ll never go back to the ones your age.

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erwin smith, miche zacharius, levi ackerman, captain smoker, crocodile, leonard burns, kenny ackerman, worwick, silva zoldyck, gildarts, shanks, toji + anyone else you wanna add :) 🫶🏾

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magic-space-games · 8 months

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Has this been done yet?

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aiizenn · 10 months

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໒꒰ྀི ۫ ּ ᭡ shy and sweet. ៸៸៸ mdni

༊*·˚ big hands wrapped under your thighs; gripping your soft skin. your view is sinful, the clean mirror reflecting both of your dirty acts. two naked body’s are now one, flesh on flesh — in heat. his cock that could once be seen, is now buried deep into your pretty cunt. the flesh sac of balls hitting your wetness with every thrust; all creamy and sticky. savoring every one of his movements, desiring for more. his intense gaze was too much to handle, the promise you once told him is now broken. you don’t last a minute without closing your eyes in bliss or looking away. hot breath reached the shell of your ear, causing your hole to twitch. “you’re such a pretty little thing, so shy and sweet.” a tiny whimper dances within your mouth, followed by your sweet voice telling him, shyly, how much you love it when he handles you like a rag doll. the wide mirror displayed his reaction, his deep voice sending waves to your core. “i know you do. you love it when an older man has his way with you, right?” your voice gets stuck in your throat, you can’t beg or moan. just hiccups, small hiccups and clear tears from your doey eyes. he knew how to make you his, strong arms spread your legs wider as well as your lips, giving him a crystal clear view of your mound. “i’ll keep thrusting my cock until your juices are on the mirror, doll.”

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#໒꒰ྀི 🍥 ۫ ּ ᭡#bleach #shunsui x reader #kenpachi x reader #jujutsu kaisen #toji x reader #gangsta #worwick x reader #nartuo #madara x reader #sukuna smut #toji smut #shunsui smut #madara smut #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #bleach x you

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dollwrites · 6 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), normal!fem!reader, substance abuse [ reader is drunk and nicolas overdosed on celebrer ], classism, suggested age gap [ nic is 34 and reader is at least 21 ], anonymous hookup, brief description of blood and dead bodies, fingering [ her ], unprotected sex, pull out method, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twelve [ nicolas brown + anonymous sex ]

the back alleys of Ergastulum were dangerous, especially at night if a young girl was to be walking by herself— intoxicated and carrying her heels in one hand. everything about your situation screamed danger, but you had been just drunk enough not to care.

just drunk enough to stumble your clumsy way right into you had never meant to see. remnants of blood spatter on the ground stained your bare feet, and your toes nudge cool metal. you glance down. a pair of tags lay there, with a name you didn’t recognize. Ranking B/4. when you look up again, there’s a man dragging what you assumed to be the Tag’s body and tossing it in a stack by the dumpster. he, too, wore tags; silver that dangled around his neck when he bent over, and his black tee shirt had been torn just enough to get a peak at the bulging veins in his sturdy bicep as he worked on cleaning up his mess.

your eyes flicker to the sword on his hip. a perplexing weapon, but a weapon, nonetheless.

the alcohol saturating your brain wouldn’t let you be afraid, and you felt your cheeks heat up— your belly knotting up with an unfamiliar, carnal desire. where you should’ve ran, you dragged yourself closer, using the brick wall for support so you wouldn’t bust your ass. and when the Tag spotted you approaching him, he stopped, and sharp, dark eyes narrow even further as he stands up straight and looks you over. his gaze is fixed and predatory, calculating every clumsy move that you make, but you can tell something’s off with him, too, and you simper, slow and lustful.

“You fucked up, too, Tag?”

he doesn’t answer, it’s strange, the way he’s looking at you. like he would tear you apart with his bare hands. the blood you'd stepped in had still been warm, which means he’d just been fighting to the death, and yet he wasn’t winded at all. his broad chest didn’t rise and fall with any sense of over exertion. you bit down on your lip.

“You look like you want to kill me.” you blurted out, before tilting your head. the Tag doesn’t give you yes or no, but his eyes watch the shape of your mouth, “Or… maybe something else?” you let your shoes slip from your hands and clatter against the ground by a dumpster, and his eyes follow, but to you they are already forgotten in the dark. after a moment, dark eyes train themselves on your face again, but you notice they’re zeroed in on your lips. you can’t help but smile. “What do you want to do to me? Kiss me?”

what had gotten into you?

“Touch me?”

was it the alcohol?

“Fuck me?”

or, maybe it was the stench of blood in the air, and the way his body was carved out from the moon’s dull glow that seemed to force you back to your baser instincts. when you say those two words, you watch his expression tighten. his brow twitches, and you know you’ve got his attention now.

“That’s it… you want to fuck me, don’t you, Tag?” you stumble closer, and notice how he doesn’t move an inch, so you keep prodding, “You like that idea? Fucking a normal right here, right now, in this filthy back alley—“ when you get within arms reach, instead of grabbing you like you’d expected him to, his elbow digs into your chest. with a low grunt, he pushes you against the opposite wall, his forearm pinning you in place. you choke on a gasp, eyes widening, suddenly regretting every provoking him in the first place as he steps close, plugging the gap between you with his own body. his frame is lean and heavily muscled, hard like bricks. “Y-you—?”

dark eyes, ringed from possible insomnia and age, watch your face carefully, his brows knit close together as he pins you in place. you could feel how much stronger he was than you, and for some reason, that didn’t scare you as much as it turned you on. you suck in a heavy breath, that his eyes follow as it inflates your chest, his fingers twitching when they uncurl from a fist. calloused fingertips glide along the top of your breast, before he grips a rough palm full, groping you through your skin-tight dress. a soft moan of surprise escapes you at such abrupt and uncouth treatment, your back arching into it. “Uhh…” the sharp, obsidian gems dart back up to your face, scaling along the shape of your mouth as you mutter, cheeks hot with a blush, “You don’t talk much, huh? Just… take what you want?”

he still doesn’t answer, and you don’t know which is worse.

being felt up right next to a dumpster by a stranger, or the fact that stranger won’t say one word to you.

“Why don’t you kiss me a little, yeah? Let me taste it~” crooning, you lean forward against his arm, tilting your head up. your lips are parted, waiting to be met with a fierce kiss. feeling his heat as he leans down, closer and closer, you close your eyes under the rush of anticipation. a low growl bubbles from his throat, practically vibrating against your lips as he hovers there, before his free hand shoves its way between your thighs, under your dress. in a swift motion, the Tag’s fingers slip up under your panties and jab into your slick, which frenzies and clenches around the girth of both digits working their way into you at once. “Fuck!” you hiss through clenched teeth, grasping at both of his taut shoulders. your nails dig through the thin fabric of his shirt and bite at his skin, and damn, you hope it hurts. “Easy!”

he was anything but.

a steady rhythm pumps his fingers in and out of you, as if mechanical, stretching you at a pace that your body hadn’t been ready for.

you keep one eye shut tight, but peer up at him with the other, your brows furrowed, and your mouth hanging open so the moans can fall freely from it. his eyes meet your gaze, his mouth twisted in an almost unnatural grin.

but still, it felt good.

you can’t help the moan that slips from your mouth as his greedy fingers desecrate your sex, scraping against your sensitive walls and bullying the elastic nerve clusters that he could reach. you were already so wet that you were soaking his palm, but the rougher he was with you, the wetter you got. “M-more,” you mew now, hooking one leg on his waist. the other balances you precariously on your tip toes, but with your shoulders pressed back into the brick wall behind you, you knew that you were mostly stable. “Gonna cum, gonna-“

you had been so close. your stomach was bunched up, every muscle in your body pulled taut, and you were starting to shake with need. the sensation of his animalistic groping and kneading of your breast and the way he mercilessly finger fucked you had pushed you right to the edge in a matter of minutes, and now you were just about to swan dive into abysmal euphoria when the Tag rips his fingers free from your body.

your disappointment only lasts for a moment— long enough to swear under your breath, hole clenching around air, before you felt both, massive and powerful hands on you now. grabbing your shoulders, he spins you around, pushing you against the wall, facing it. “Hurry,” you pant, needily dancing around on your toes, already spreading your legs wide when he wrenches your panties down to your ankles. you didn’t care, you’d leave them ruined in the street, if only he’d fuck you already. “Put it in, Tag!” you turned to look at him over your shoulder when you demanded attention, pushing your ass back against the groin of his jeans so you can smear your drooling cunt over the fabric and mark him as yours. he pauses, hands out, and watches the display. now, his chest does rise and fall with heavy breath, and you know why. you can feel the hard lump stabbing at your slick through his pants, and you know his cock is throbbing and wanton for you. your eyes widen when he plants a harsh slap on one of your ass cheeks, before gripping a handful of it, pushing you back flush with the wall. the way he manhandled you only made you want him more. “Please…” it was a faint whine, but you stayed in place, smushed against the wall with your hands splayed out, biting down on your lip, watching him.

his eyes had fallen from your ass, and now focused on his belt, his free hand unbuckling it with surprising skill. next, he shoved his trousers and the waistband of his underwear down just enough for his hard and ready cock to spring free, the tip spanking your ass when he does. as much as you would’ve liked to admire what he was working with, you don’t get the chance before he grabs hold of it and shoves it into you so abruptly that you cry out. at the same time, he grunts in approval at your tightness, grasping your hips with both hands now, pulling you back to meet his already greedy thrusting.

you could feel every detail of his cock as it plowed into you. thick and strong, with pulsating veins and a spongy, swollen head that battered your sweet spots until you were babbling, squirming against the wall. you could also hear him now, much more vocal, as he snorted and huffed and grunted. he must’ve enjoyed the way you felt from the inside, because he was grinding his teeth, hunching his shoulders as he hunkered down on you to pour you deeper and harder. hooking both arms around your midriff, the monster sweeps you off your feet, allowing you to bounce up and down on him, your legs dangling haplessly. he snarls in pure ecstasy, and you scramble to hold on to something, settling on reaching back to grab at his elbows.

“O-oh, fuck!” each launch sends you against the wall, but you’re pulled right back so the Tag can slam himself home, relentlessly burying his whole cock into you, and you couldn’t keep up. you couldn’t form any words that weren’t expletive cries, or breathe unless it was ragged panting. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” two words that you repeated over and over, louder and louder, feeling yourself start to drop off. you were going to come undone, but you needed for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing— fucking you wildly.

with weak eyes, glassy and on the verge of crossing, you gaze back at him, still begging him to keep going, and his own line of sight is trained on your mouth. that’s when you realized it. he had been reading your lips this whole time.

no wonder he wasn’t very talkative.

“C-cumming—“ you groan, scraping your nails against his muscles. you wanted to leave marks on him, break the skin so he remembered you, because you certainly were not going to forget him, “I’m cumming!”

when he registers your words, his bear hug around your waist tightens, and his body weight comes crashing against yours, smothering you against the wall and pummeling your guts with every ounce of strength he had until you were trembling, screaming out, and disoriented. he was in your ear the whole time, snorting heavy breaths through his nose, grunting and snarling. every time your cunt clenched around his girth, you felt it throb, he hugged you even tighter against his body, until he could take no more and released you all at once.

stepping back with a strangled moan, his cock slips from your vice just in time to shoot white streamers between your trembling legs that splatter against the dark concrete. you gasp, dropping your forehead to the brick and watch his release sink into the crevices on the ground. you feel so hollowed out, as if this man had just fucked a hole through you, and part of you wished he’d filled that hole with his cum; staring at it raining down on the street by your feet seemed wasteful. still, you knew you’d be feeling him for days, and you slowly and shakily push yourself off from the wall. turning to face him, you notice he’s tucking himself away, now, his cheeks are red and burning with a blush, even at his age he seems sheepish. you swoon; it was cute. traipsing closer, you throw your arms around his neck before he can push you away again, and pull him in for a lusty kiss, breathing hot air into his open mouth, before you suckle on his lower lip, sinking your teeth in it to tug, playfully until he grunts again, grabbing your face to pry him off of you. strings of your saliva tethers you to him, but only for a moment, and you sigh, a subtle smirk playing on your lips. he watches you, perplexed for a moment, before the pad of his thumb runs over the shape of your lips, and you can smell yourself on his skin. “You’re a pretty good lay, Tag.”

#nicolas brown #nicolas brown x reader #nicolas brown x you #nicolas brown smut #gangsta #gangsta x reader #gangsta x you #gangsta smut #gangsta anime

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originalhaffigaza · 2 months

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#black art #black community #black people #fashion #original photographers #artwork #jamaica #graphic design #black men #gangsta #black power #black culture #black tumblr

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sl33paholics · 2 months

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Nicolas Brown Valentine's Day Headcanons!

Warning(s): None!

— Celebrating and spending the day with Nicolas is very interesting.

You'd wake up to the smell of breakfast. As you look rub your eyes, you see a plate in front of you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers laying right next to you.

As you look to your right, you see Nicolas sitting on a chair with his head resting on his palm with a small smile on his face.

Thank you. You'd gesture to him as you watched him chuckle, as your hand and fingers intertwined with his. Nicolas would soon move your hand towards his face, giving your back hand a smooch You couldn't help but smile sheepishly.

Since he is deaf, Nicolas would leave little notes or poems around for you to notice and read. Expressing each reason as to why he loves and cherishes you dearly.

Throughout the day, the silence between the two of you is golden. Nicolas doesn't seem like the type of person to do big celebrations. Simply being together and understanding one another is enough without sharing notes.

Nicolas would even take you back to places the two of you went out / first met. A trip down memory lane for the both of you, as the two of you guys get to reminisce the glorious days before making it official.

COOKING. TOGETHER. Words cannot describe how much I see Nicolas enjoying making your favorite meals / snacks. Feeding each other as the once cleaned kitchen is now a mess.

Nicolas would surpise you with some gifts! Gifting you items that could represent or reflect a certain moment in your relationship and possibly the near future between the two of you.

It'd even be a bonus if one of the gifts were handmade. Such as the big heart-shaped floral wreath that he handed over! Now, whenever you pass the door, you can admire the time and effort he put to make it beautiful.

Photo Album! You showed Nicolas all of the photos you took on your camera. Whether at the park, in the crib, or at your dates.

He really loves picnic dates. They're so simple, unlike having to stress yourself for arranging fancy dinners. Why not just go to a park and enjoy the outdoors while eating while displaying affection to the love of your life? Perfection combination.

— During the evening, a pampering session WILL be happening. No questions asked. Cuddling. A massage. Taking a bath together. Playing a game of cards. Anything! It's a good thing to help Nicolas unwind after doing jobs with Worick or the mafia.

Slow dancing. Even though he cannot hear, he can definitely feel the vibrations coming from loudspeakers as the two of you dance in your small shared bedroom.

Nicolas is the type of guy who doesn't seem to stay asleep. He HAS to venture out somewhere just because. It'd be the middle of the night, and he'll wake you up to come join him. At least the two of you get to enjoy an gaze upon the quiet serenity.

Coming back from the midnight stroll, he's instantly cuddling with you. Making sure the covers are shielding the both of you from the cold wind coming from the slightly open window.

Nicolas would kiss your forehead, as a sign of goodnight, watching you drift off to sleep. His arms around you tightening up. Nicolas swore to himself to protect you from any danger coming your way as he slowly fell back asleep. ❤️

#anime #black writers #female writers #poc writer #black reader #x black reader #fluff #wholesome story #headcanons #gangsta anime #gangsta #nicolas brown #worick arcangelo #gina paulklee #valentines day #Valentine's day special

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yennao · 8 months

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I was recently reminded of a manga I read when I was like 14. As I am now 22, I read it again. And y'all lemme tell you it still slaps. If y'all haven't read Gangsta., You absolutely should. (provided you are not too young, cuz oh boy is that shit rated M for a reason)

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#anime #gangsta.#Manga #tbh the manga hits way better than yhe anime #but it's still a fun watch #especially to hear Nicolas talk #nicolas brown #Nic Brown #gangsta #Yet another Triphy Hitman #i love him your honor #Also #deaf representation #!!!#we stan a deaf short king #trophy hitman #Maybe a little too literal this time #human rights? in this economy? no

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rxx2319 · 11 months

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Anime: Gangsta

#gangsta #gangsta anime #gangsta anime icon #gangsta icon #anime #worick arcangelo #worick arcangelo icons #nicolas brown #nicolas brown icons #anime icons

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itxchimeoww · 4 months

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plavigmaz · 1 year

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Comic theory practice I did for myself and a close friend ✨

#gangsta.#moj rad #traditional art #fanart #gangsta #delico #worick arcangelo #nicolas brown #erica #bernardo corsica #this is from last year

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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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playing with yourself when he’s not around…or so you thought! 🫣

voyeurism, mutual masturbation

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you couldn’t help yourself really…when the urges hit, there was no containing them. No matter the time or place. Lying in your bed, hand snaking up your shirt to grope your breasts and even allow them to spill out of your tank top. Nipples erect from the cool air and constant arousal. Gripping them in your palm as you chew at your bottom lip..you can feel yourself become more aroused as the minutes pass.

Your body is riddled with heat and ecstasy…the desire to touch yourself growing absolutely unbearable. So much so, you’re scrambling to rub that dripping pussy; shoving a hand into your shorts and massaging that clit on instinct. You immediately come undone at the slightest touch, tracing tiny circles on the hood before moving just a hair’s breadth to the actual bud. Your body practically jolts from the mattress as those soft fingertips stimulate the minuscule bundle of nerves. Faint whimpers fill the atmosphere along with the sloshing wetness of your sex. “Oh fuck..” mumbling quietly with a hand placed across your mouth, as not to alert anyone to what you were doing. Eventually, you couldn’t handle it and just tugged your shorts down your legs, giving you far more room to spread them apart. Now those digits were sunk knuckle deep into that tight little cunt..squeezing and spasming with each pump. Cream slathered all down your brown skin, akin to that of milky silk. It was a sight to behold for sure and anyone would be lucky to replace your fingers..he hoped that it soon would be him. Standing in your slightly cracked door frame, stroking himself to the same pace and rhythm. How desperately he wanted to touch you..burst in that room and give you what you needed. But he couldn’t disturb you in such a sexy and vulnerable state. He was enjoying watching you work yourself over the edge. Slowly and quietly, he’d grasp the wooden panel with one hand and his shaft with the other. Fucking his own fist; pressing that swollen tip through his clutched fingers..he was trying to remain as silent as possible. He’d even shut his eyes for a split second and just listen to your sweet whimpering. The way you cried out and gasped as that peak grew closer. He’d catch the slightest glimpse of your back rising from the bed and imagined that it was him causing you to do that. He craved it..needed to know what it felt like. As embarrassing as it was; jacking off like some prepubescent teen boy. A virgin never knowing the pleasures of a woman’s insides. He felt ashamed. But he couldn’t find the courage to interrupt you..so he’d stand there. Patiently pumping that cock, listening to you with bated breath, afraid to exhale in the fear that he’d be caught. Doing so until you finally finished..soaking your silk sheets in that beautiful liquid. Leaving you to spasm and quiver. At the same time, he too would meet his climatic high and spurt warm cream, covering his knuckles that had gone white from the immense pressure. All of it was released the second he came. Shaking and thankful that he hadn’t been spotted either..but little was he aware..

“Did you enjoy the show? I think I can go for round two if you wanna join me..”

you were a lot more perceptive that he had pegged you for!

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reiner, connie, armin, nicolas, namami, choso, sanji, aran + anyone else you’d like to add.