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fullsunised · 10 months

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i’m not sure if you’re doing requests but if not you can ignore this. if so, this is going to sound super random but can i request nct dream reaction to their s/o’s curly hair? thank u

ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ¹¹ : ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴜʀʟʏ ʜᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

. ★彡 genre: fluff

. ★彡 trigger warnings: swear words

. ★彡 requests open

. ★彡 a/n: I expected myself to do ass in this one, but imma say its better than I expected it to be. also, thank you for the request, such a cute idea. AND DISCLAIMER BRO I JUST USED COMMON SENSE, IDK WHAT PEOPLE WITH CURLY HAIR GO THROUGH LEGIT. anyways, hope you enjoy this :))

❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 ❞

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

he loves playing with it. he genuinely thinks that's the best part about you- of course, he adores every little thing about you but your hair legit makes him wanna die cause its so pretty.

loves pulling on it. not aggressively but like you know, taking a strand and twirling it, or like straightening it to see how it recoils. bro he just loves the way your hair bounces up and down while you walk.

you know damn well, he's studying on the products and shit for your hair. bro he just loves watching it bounce.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆 ] ࿐ྂ

very afraid about the fact that your curls can be delicate. he just loves watching you making your hair in the morning, he sits next to you and hands you all the products you need at the right time, because bro has memorised your hair routine.

bro buys you like twenty five different hair accessories because he can, and because he loves to decorate your hair. probably braids it, or styles it for you. a very artistic person, so explains that.

loves watching you play with it, or loves it if you let him play with it. he loves drawing you as well, especially with your hair all out surrounding your cute little face. so damn cute, couple goals.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

for him your hair is the best part fr. always using some sort of excuse to touch it all the time. bro has no chill fr. oh you are next to him, he's touching your hair more than any other part of you.

loves resting your head on his lap so that he can run his fingers through your hair all the time. no chill. ong, he loves washing his hair for you. like them therapy sessions where he just does your hair while you relax.

is the type to advice you to experiment. like colouring your hair, maybe trying a different hair style, and bro even does it for you. he just adores it so much. whipped culture vibes.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

man he loves waking up next to you, his face shoved into your hair smelling his favourite shampoo.

boy doesn't ask. he's just walking around, he stumbles upon you and he's touching your hair. you don't mind it of course. ruffles your hair a lot, so that it gets messy and you come to him for a brush.

also, ong he is the type to hide stuff in your hair. pretend they went missing, tease you for hiding it in your hair while you deny it, and then you know he's snickering while you pout after finding that shit he hid on purpose.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐀 ] ࿐ྂ

adores it from afar. he loves it when you run up to him, cause your hair be bouncing up and down in the air. also is the type to carry a hair tie on his wrist ( that's hot asf ).

boy also adores brushing your hair for you, especially with your bed hair, just uses a comb and brushes through the knots. just loves it absolutely. makes sure to fill up on your hair products and shit.

the type to nag and complain if you straighten your hair even for a evening because bro embrace your natural hair fr. personal hype boy if you ever are insecure about it.

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆] ࿐ྂ

buys you the most expensive shit, cause boy needs you to maintain your hair. also the type to buy accessories, and decorate your curls. also a nagger, bro hates it when you change your hair in any way, but loves if you accessorise a lot.

loves watching your bed hair, but also is the type to make fun of the way your hair is in the morning. ong, he's definitely the type to take pictures of you with the messiest of hair instantly after you wake up, and save it as his wallpaper, so that every time he opens his phone, he can laugh at it and coo at it at the same time.

he is very chill about it. like he doesn't treat your hair as any different than straight.

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 ] ࿐ྂ

he's so adorable about it. bro is awestruck. he just loves watching your hair bounce, he's not the type to be touching it all the time, because he is the secret admirer types.

even if you are having separate conversations in the same room, he is still staring at your hair- bro is that mesmerised. nah, he's so delicate about your hair, like, even if you ask him to touch it, he just grazes it with the tips of his fingers and he loves it already.

his eyes are shining watching your bed hair, or while you are doing your hair routine. trust me, he just loves watching it that's all.

FULLSUNISED.

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bravrdm · 1 year

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poly!bats boys x plus sized black reader headcanons?

Omg I completely ignored the poly part my bad I’ll do another one but for now here’s this

THIS HAS NOT BEEN EDITED AT ALL SO IF ITS BAD DONT JUDGE

Azriel

He worships you body in the bedroom

He knows how it feels to be insecure (via his hands)

So he always make sure to remind you your beautiful.

Fucks you when ever you get a new hairstyle

If you ever worked for the night Court you would be a perfect spy bc ur change ur wigs all the time.

When you wore your Afro out one day in the city the kids came rushing out to greet you and they put a whole bunch of flowers in ur hair

He he didn’t think it was possible to fall even more in love with you in that moment but he did. He loved seeing you with kids

Punched a dude in the face for making fun of ur weight.

He thinks ur hair is really cute

Would try to use ur hair and ur ass as a pillow.

Always touching ur belly and kissing ur arms/shoulders.

{dam bitch why I’m blushing}

Goes feral when u wear skin tight dresses and that one color that looks good on ur skin tone.

Kisses you stomach when he’s going down on u.

When u fall asleep he’ll put on ur bonnet for u and kiss ur forehead.

You’ll be at the dinner table with everyone and he’ll be kissing ur wrist and kissing up ur arm like chill bruh it’s not that serious

He’ll learn how to do ur twist outs and will make sure u never run out of hair grease.

Don’t make jokes about ur weight or skin color in front of him. He will fuck you in front of the mirror/ window just to show u and everyone else just how pretty you look when your cumming on his dick.

Ur sitting in his lap ALL of the time

Seriously

When even u joined the high lord meetings with az rhysand wouldn’t even give u a chair bc he knew Azriel would just pull u into his lap and you would both just sit there

U thought he was lying when he said he would fuck you in front of everyone if you kept making jokes about yourself?

The next meeting he had he had you facing everyone while fucking the shit out of you while his shadows covered the both of you so no one would see.

Sadly the shadows couldn’t hide your moans so u had to keep quiet.

Rhysand chewed him out for it but he also told az he would of done the same thing (they both nasty like that ew)

Cassian

He’s a big man so of course he likes everything big.

No offense to nesta but I don’t think it’s really realistic for cassian to be with a skinny girl 😔

Big beefy men usually go for big girls idk why ask your baldheaded mother.

He would only wanna see u in skintight dresses. (Or naked but that’s another story.)

He would HAVE TO learn how to do ur hair

Territorial asf

One time u had a male hair braider and he almost went crazy

You smacked him and kicked him out

After that he made sure to learn how natural hair works bc there was no way he was gonna let anyone else touch you.

It was kinda romantic teaching him and watching him learn about your hair.

He’ll do ur cornrows and then fuck u.

I feel like he would be more intimate when it comes to doing ur hair.

Like he would light candles and wash ur body in the bathtub and then wash ur hair.

After he’s done he would lay u on the bed and oil and lotion ur whole body down. And put u in one of his shirts

He would have u sit in his chair at his desk, section your hair and twist it up

You’d be so relaxed at that point and turned on.

9/10 im slow fucking him after that ngl.

Nice sleepy cuddle-fucking? Yes sir yes sir.

Rhysand

He tried to learn how to do ur hair but he was so busy and was always tired after his long work days.

But there was no way in hell he was having his high lady looking like shit

So he made a plan and got together the best stylists and braiders in the game for his wife ❤️🤞🏾

He would definitely have u living that pampered wife lifestyle

Im not really into the soft life shit but he would definitely have u living the soft life

Always buying expensive hair jewelry and headbands.

He got u a wet brush with a fat diamond in the center.

All ur hair products would match bc he likes organization.

Would probably have a whole separate room dedicated to ur hair and jewelry.

I’m kinda mad at rhysand rn so no more for him.

#acotar black reader #acotar x black reader #acotar x reader #azriel x black reader #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #rhysand x black reader #Azriel smut #rhysand smut #cassian smut #cassian x black reader #acotar x plus-size reader #plus size reader #black reader #bravrdm #cassian acotar #acotar smut #acotar black women #acotar x you

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url0calcrypt1d · 1 year

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transportation in my genshin dr

woo, another genshin dr post. yayyy

kay, so, obviously we dont see much transportation outside of walking and waypoints in genshin (which is totally understandable bc its already a massive game so adding horses would probably kill the developers), but they definitely exist in the world itself, taken out of the game context.

and so i give you: carriages

but these aint just boring old carriages, no, teyvat is a place with slimes and seelies and visions and all sorts of other things that could be used in a cool way (and also in some not-so-innocent ways, but we don't talk about the depths ive gone to in ao3-), so obviously they're gonna be used for things.

back to carriages.

basically carriages are cool asf, because the aesthetic is just yes, but they don't come with all the drawbacks i imagine carriages had in ye olden days. mainly, temperature.

which is where the slimes come in (and occasionally visions too).

carriages are typically built with this container thing, whether its in the middle, on the sides, hanging on the roof, whatever, its up to personal preference.

but-

in these container things, you can put slime drops and shit (which are probably put in something like those old vintage makeup tins so they're reusable) of your liking (i.e. cryo, anemo, pyro, etc.) and they'll heat or cool your carriage to your liking.

there are carriages being developed that are run entirely by electro slime stuff, but they're expensive and experimental at best, so most people just stick with their good old horses.

and obviously, eventually the tins will run out, but it takes a super long time if you take care of it, and they're pretty inexpensive thanks to the adventurers guild, so its not really a problem.

tldr im world building for my genshin dr and have brainrot and just went on a rant about carriages, but you read it so its not my problem

#genshin shifting #genshin impact shifting #genshin impact #carriage #worldbuilding #for a pre-made fictional world but whatever #shifting #reality shifting #i haven't actually shifted yet #but still

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nixitynullt · 7 months

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Killer moth is an underrated batman villain. We have so many villains who are super over the top, a bunch of mob bosses, a ton of assassins, etc, etc. But Killer moth fills the niche of having a little bit of everything. He wants to be a villain solely because he's a fanboy. He's not a sociopathic killer or a melodromatic schemer or a tragic figure with a sympathetic motivation, he's just a normal criminal. He's got a pretty good idea for his protection racket as well: why fight batman yourself or pay some expensive assassin to kill him (which always fails) when you can just hire a guy to fight him and keep him busy while you get away? And Killer moth gets a good deal out of it too. He gets paid to protect them from batman, and unlike the assassins who have to finish the fight, he can just fuck off somewhere else and collect his money. Job's done. In fact, keeping batman alive increases his job opportunities! His costume's a little silly and overdesigned, and its annoying how often he's played as a "loser villain" despite batman already having an abundance of those, but having costume wings that actually fly and a gun that shoots spiderman webs is nothing to sneeze at. Also, Killer Moth and Drury Walker are both sick asf names. Lowkey considering going by Drury bc its androgynous and sounds cool.

#batman #killer moth #drury walker

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sainotavailable · 1 year

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pairings — Venti, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao, Kaeya, and Al-Haitham x gn!Reader

summary — You checked your pantry and wow! You don't have shit besides spiders chillin' in the corner of the cabinet. It's time to shop, and your s/o wants to go with you (or in Al-Haitham's case, you drag him along). Would he behave himself and is he OK to bring to society?

tags / warnings — crack / fluff / HCs, almost all of them are insane. kazuha is HIGH ASF, wanderer is an asshole (canon), venti and kaeya have crippling alcoholism, PDA, established relationship, please stop taking these men outside.

A/N — this is my first post. i'm sorry you had to read it but i just write stupid crack hc's or weird shit. also i'm crying because tumblr deleted the first draft i was gonna post. absolutely in tears rn.

Venti “Huh, you’re going to the market? Can I come, can I come!?”

As soon as you step foot into the market, expect him to dash in front of you in search for wine. If you’re in another nation or they’re sold out of his favorite booze, he will drop to his knees and BAWL (but it sounds rly pretty cuz he’s a good bard yk like a disney princess)

you urge him to stand up because he’s being embarrassing and that just makes him roll around on the dirty ass floor because he’s a fucking drama king. legit doing it to spite you even tho you didn’t do shit. however once he recovers he’ll…

put random shit into the basket (no he doesn’t need it he just thinks maybe in the future one of u might. please take it out)

will buy plastic bendy straws so he can drink his alcohol in a silly goofy way

will find a way to eat more than 1 free sample at the food stalls (has a fake mustache for this occasion)

if he finds wine that’s rly expensive he will attempt to seduce you into purchasing it for him (dont feed into his alcoholism)

will try to go into the basket (even if its handheld)

expect him to serenade you the entire time you're shopping, too

also he will hold ur hand and just be all over u. he loves u sm <3

will complain once he gets tired (its only been 10 minutes)

overall, terrible to bring. leave him at home

Kazuha “Oh, have we run out of goods? May I accompany you?”

As you shop, you kind of forget he’s even there until he picks something up to take a closer look and makes a comment. He mostly just chills and follows you around. But…

he actually might be high

how many nakuweeds did u have before you two left? did u count???

all of a sudden he’s adding random snaccs to the basket. when did he ever eat this shit?

as you watch him stuff a dozen doughnuts into ur basket that’s when u realize he might have some crazy munchies. maybe u should ask??

actually maybe not he looks really out of it. he ated all the weeds

as you try and put away some of the shit he put in you see him staring at the local cats

he doesn't know wtf is going on

you should probably go back home now

overall, probably fine to bring with you when he’s not high as a kite

Wanderer “Where are you going? To the market? . . . I better go with you—no, not because I want to, but because you’ll get that generic store brand shit.”

He’s mad and he doesn’t wanna be there, but bc you’re such an asshole who buys generic great value tea. anyways even tho he looks really mad, he doesn’t mind being with you (what a shit) will wander (heh) away from you and look at other stuff. if u try and contain him he’ll get pissy about it and insist he’s an independent puppet-man and he’s not gonna commit tomfoolery anymore. anyways so…

he doesn’t care if ur trying to save mora, he WILL have his namebrand inazuman tea!!!

maybe he won’t… because he understands prices are very tough right now. BUT its not because you told him to, you fucking box

gets PISSED and will become a karen if the cashier doesn’t say hi to him

our boy is toxic and i will not fluff him down this is just him and u like it

will slap your hand if you try and hold his hand. like, not hard. but like, the way a cat slaps your hand when its tired of you petting it.

will hold ur hand if u try a second time but his grip is rly tight cause bro is always tense asf

overall, don’t bring him if you like the store/market you’re going to. you might get banned

Xiao “You’re going to the market? I see . . . It’s getting dark out, so I’ll come with you.”

You know he’s anxious about being around so many people, but he wants to protect you <3<3 so he’ll overcome this obstacle and follow you around like a lost puppy…

actually he’s really close

like holy shit back up xiao, he’s right against ur back

you dont bother to say anything bc yk he’ll say some shit like “YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR THE ADEPTI”

actually maybe you should grab his hand because he legit looks like a deer in headlights

will hold ur groceries for you bc he’s so strong <3

u can't hold his hand because he's holding his giant fucking polearm "just in case" and holding your bags in the other, so maybe hold his arm??

he loves that shit even if he doesnt admit it

might suddenly leave with ur groceries if he’s called or some shit, will return with torn bags but its ok he did everything he could to fix it!

by fix it i mean now he’s just holding everything and pierced it into his spear

you should just be happy he has everything. don’t comment on it

overall, 10/10. besides the anxiety, he likes being near you even if he doesnt admit it. ur groceries are safe with him just like you are <3<3

Kaeya “Groceries? Oho, well. I have some time, why don’t I go with you? You’ll need a big strong captain to carry all your bags, after all.”

Even if you didn’t want to bring him, he’s coming with you anyways. I think the best part about Kaeya is he’ll stick by your side throughout the trip to the market and follow you around wherever you go.

Honestly, out of everyone else, it feels like he might be the best one to bring with you…

plez expect him to have an arm slung over your shoulders or snaked around your waist. he loves pda!

EXCEPT! he is the KING OF CONSENT(tm) he will only do it if you say its ok! what a sigma chad wtf

i hope you like talking because kaeya fucking loves chatting while shopping. he will not be quiet for long even if you tell him to stfu

even if you’re not the chatty type and you’re pretty quiet, he’ll talk for you. about his day, what he did that morning (even if u already know), what he’s gonna do later, he will not leave a single detail out.

hey btw remember when i said he won’t leave ur side? i lied. don’t trust anyone on the internet.

he will 100% leave your side for the booze market. he is more interested in imported wine that he can get his hands on

will return to you with 6 bottles and insist they’re for you both to share. please stop feeding into his alcoholism

he will carry your bags btw. all of them. he will have both arms packed with bags and won’t complain, might just tease you a little tho.

overall, a fantastic man to bring with you to grocery shop. can protect u cuz he’s a strong cavalry captain who will hold ur belongings without complaint. just feed him booze <3<3

Al-Haitham “. . . Fine, I’ll go with you to pick up some things. I need to pick up a new book to take to work, anyway.”

The moment you enter the marketplace, you most likely will never find your partner again. At least, not until later in your shopping trip. He literally disappeared, where the fuck did he go?

Its only half way through that you find him and see him sitting on one of the benches, flipping through the new book he purchased. You call for him, but his soundproof earpieces are in effect. You snatch the book out of his hands to get his attention and bother him enough to follow you. He lets out a sigh, but gets up anyway…

u rly should’ve left him there cuz he’s so quiet. he might still have his earpieces on.

he’ll follow you around by your side and he’ll hold your bags, too. he’s got big strong arms for a fuckin reason!!

half way through he’ll start reading his book again, sorry but shopping is rly boring to him ok

al-haitham isn’t a pda person btw don’t touch him

might hold ur hand.

will hold ur hand if the cashier is too sus for his liking

maybe

if you run into kaveh while shopping he will leave. if ur holding hands he will leave with u even if u didnt pay for ur shit yet.

overall, um. he’s definitely an option. he’ll hold ur bags??? he just wants to go back home

#alhaitham x reader #kaeya x reader #venti x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #wanderer x reader #crack fic #genshin impact #genshin x reader #plz dont take my writing srsly #genshin hcs #sai writes

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goobiestar · 1 year

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As someone who's best friend recently escaped their home due to an abusive father, I understand a bit about how scary that can be, so I hope your either safe or find somewhere safe.

Thank you so so much this means a lot, right now things are tense but hopefully things will get better once i finally get a full grasp at this situation, because its not just about me yknow.

Right now Tumblr’s pov of my issue is pretty messy, i dont want to mention anything more other than its a family issue between me, my older brother + dad and my dad inflicting harm.

But i will say that things will be okay as long as i have money for if i need to dip, cuz california is expensive asf and me and my friend are basically broke ass 15 year olds with a car and never any cash, so thats the viel rn lol

#goobie bites #asks #sorry ik i shouldnt explain stuff but i feel like its better if i do #but things r okay rn.. just tense asf LOL

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junkartie · 1 year

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Helloo, hii, my question is - (assuming you have online friends) how do you stand people from first world countries calling themselves "broke" while being able to afford a lot of luxury? (Luxury luxury like anime merch and stuff) As a Turkish person who can't afford normal stuff like eating meat, going to concerts or buying books DESPITE earning relatively well, I just can't stand it sometimes lol (idk about your financial situation though, maybe you're rich but I find you relatable in general)

I think theyre tone deaf asf ngl. My family is really well off by my countries standards and yet i still wouldnt splurge on merch and stuff because it would be considered a pretty big loss for me. i am saying this as someone who could be considered upper middle class in one of the most expensive cities here.

Then again, maybe for them the price of some merch is the equivelent of me spurging on art supplies here so idk. i know it works differently there, i think we're just doomed not to indulge in a lot of (normally affordable if you save up a few months with an ok job in other countries) things.

idk tbh, im not in a position to be super judgemental bcz i could be considered priviledged compared to a lot of people in my country. But its the fucking worst that despite being priviledged here buying MEAT or a new electronic device is STILL considered huge money loss. I would never even attemp to get a ps5 or smthn here or ever ask for one lol. Hell, i used a run down barely runs minecraft laptop for my whole life up until this year. And even that was a hand me down. So yeah, i get salty too sometimes

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bara-sen · 2 years

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plz- I litrally could not, like........idk men just come up with even more fucked up ways to bother women these days. and stfu to anyone who says ''but its not all men'' its not all but its most of yall.

NO AND STOP. I FEEL LIKE SANITARY PRODUCTS SHOULD 1) BE ALOT LESS EXPENSIVE OR 2) BE FREE AT THIS POINT. bcs i find it sooooooo funny how protection is just so cheap while sanitary products are like super expensive theres a study that shows how much money a women waists on pads and stuff and it says that in a womens life span till the age of 33 its about $5,544 (x)

but ya, it sucks that alot of house holds that expressing pain or discomfort or just talking about periode is like rlly bad. Personally my female relatives have always told me to be more discreet about my periode but i personally find nothing wrong. i mean why cant i say ''ow my stomach hurts coz im on my periode'' or like ''oop cant pray im on my periode'' like cmon periodes shouldn't be a taboo topic. its just ur vagina cleaning itsself. grow up.

Fr i always hate those kinds of people. Like ma'am we aren't hating everyone, people like kakucho do exist but most of them are like sanzu which is pretty bad.

I completely agree LIKE TF THOSE ARE LIKE NEED THEY'RE IMPORTANT AND COMPULSORY FOR WOMEN SO WHY TF DO WE NEED TO BUY THEM? JUST MAKING NO SENSE AND WHY TF IS PROTECTION SO CHEAP YET SANITARY PRODUCTS SO COSTLY?! They don't raise women pay and then give make their need expensive asf like make it make sense homie.

DEADASS WHY DON'T WOMEN SUPPORT OTHER WOMEN IN PERIODS- today i had a test, and we all were giving test and this girl had her period so she took her whole bag and ran to the washroom with teacher's permission. So my other friend was saying how she should've been more discreet and now all of the boys know(we have two boys in that class) that she got periods like tfff???? So you're saying that the girl should've stayed their in pain?

It's so sick of people to think of periods as some demonic sexual energy, like we get pain of a heartattack dawg it's more sad than embarrassing 💀

#yate.asks

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collectmytears · 3 years

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do I need it? no...do I want it? yes

#daniel ricciardo #orange sunshine dan #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #formula1 #fuck this man and his merch ajsdnnsns #its so pretty but expensive asf

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angelinajoliesbottom · 3 years

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This is the end results of my daily cosplay of the girl from brave jdjdjdjd The ends are a more darker colour so i will buy it again this week and redye it

#btw the ends are not as dark as this pic its the shade that makes it look darker irl its pretty similair but maybe one tone darker #its a bit frizzy after dyeing but im happy with the look i was too lazy to straighten it so i left it like this #still im really happy but i wanna bleach my eyebrows too to match my hair but eyebrow bleach is so expensive here #i still have some from last year but its old asf and my lil sis says its too damgerous to use

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marvel-trash-bin · 3 years

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Taking Risks.

(Not my Gif.)

Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*

Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.

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Tags: @greeneyedblondie44

A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!

Here’s the thing.

You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.

And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.

Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.

It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.

Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”

You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”

“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”

You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.

“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”

The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.

“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”

You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”

He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.

“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”

The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.

His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.

The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.

He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.

He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.

“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.

You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”

And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.

So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.

By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.

In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.

“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.

You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”

He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.

“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”

The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.

By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.

He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.

“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”

You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.

“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”

He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.

“For teasing you.”

“And?”

You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.

“For embarrassing you.”

There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.

“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.

Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.

“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”

You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”

Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.

“Proceed.”

Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.

“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.

Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.

“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.

A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.

Powerful.

Strict.

However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.

He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.

After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.

“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”

You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.

It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”

You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.

He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.

“Turn around.”

As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.

“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”

Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.

“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.

“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.

He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.

One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”

You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.

“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.

Then a bite.

“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”

And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.

“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.

“I’d let you do anything to me.”

He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.

“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.

The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.

“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.

It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.

You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.

“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”

You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.

His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.

“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”

And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.

As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.

Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.

He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.

His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.

“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”

This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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legendaryoikawa · 4 years

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haikyuu boys as part of the mafia + how he met you

note: i just thought of this while im washing the dishes HAHA. female reader insert. also happy birthday to the ultimate baby bokuto 🥺💖

warnings: nsfw, mention of violence, grammar issues because im dumb asf

bokuto kotaro

decoy/manipulator

has a two persona that is best used especially when he is in the midst of a deal

even though he’s a decoy, it is enough to send a rival down to his knees and beg for his mercy

Because bokuto doesn’t show tiny bit of his mercy especially when his dominating side takes over him

Is a good manipulator. To the point that you would have constant nightmares with just the slip of his words.

Good with his hands. Quite aggressive. Yet he plays his cards elegantly like the man he is.

you met him in a luxurious casino. you were the attendant of his table and you could always note how fast his mood changes and it was scary. you carefully stacked the chips in front of him, feeling the heavy weight of his stern gaze. you saw from your peripheral how his hands slid down the edge of the mahogany. “play with me.”

you didn’t answere and continued on organizing the stacks for a new game as per bokuto’s request but he repeated those words again, “play with me. you. im talking to you.”

and you did. he lost. and that’s what made you terrified even more. he grew dejected and stormed out of the casino like a raging tsunami.

that didn’t made bokuto happy at all, so he made sure to find you so he could play with you once more. it didn’t caused him a sweat when he found out where your apartment complex is. and his words have shaken you when he laid the stacks of money on your table and said, “play with me. the loser gets to kiss the winner, if you’ll allow it of course.”

there’s something with his words that are like witchcraft spells. and you found yourself nodding, yes.

daichi sawamura -

the kingpin.

daichi is the leader of the mafia group: karasuno or better known as their alias ‘lethal crows’.

daichi is born into the syndicate. so he doesn’t get caught up unlike amateur people in the black world.

undergone strenuous training just to prove himself as the worthy kingpin.

he often orders the assassination and criminal deals.

he isn’t as ‘intimidating’ like how people expect kingpins to act, but daichi has his own way that makes people so afraid of him. if he wishes to kill on the spot, he kills. even if you’re something important, if you annoyed him to the edge, you’re six feet deep.

however, one flaw of daichi is that he prioritizes his members that he doesn’t oversees the barriers coming his way.

you met him during this time when curiosity get the best of you. you entered this fancy yet abandoned building in hopes of scavenging something that was left by its past owners. however, no treasure came to your view, rather a drug deal with bunch of rogue looking guys.

“daichi?” you were so shocked to see your co-worker in an expensive designer coat sitting in this throne like chair with stack of bills piled in front of him. he isn’t the typical guy you were used to seeing: the goofy guy in the fryer with his greasy apron.

you didn’t expect him to be so, different.

“who’s this?” tanaka rose up to his seat. cracking his knuckles while giving you a dangerous look.

“let her enjoy her remaining life as a free citizen. after this..” he counted the bills and paused at look at you, “you’re coming with me.”

akaashi keiji

weaponry/gadgets specialist

Quite reserved.

He is often hired to big projects but he would turn it down if it requires his apperance.

No matter how much his members push him to bite off the job he wouldn’t, not unless he works up in the roofs, alone.

Usually works in the shadows. Where his identity is hidden.

Ask him about any weapon, he’ll have an answer in a few.

give him a vague description of a bomb, he’ll have it ready, ticking, for you.

he met you when you walked into his first walked in his gang’s base, with your red stilettos clicking aggressively against the marbled tile. then comes the second meeting and the third till you’ve both made good acquaintances. you liked him. for both his smart mouth and big dick. if he wasn’t just too difficult to persevere.

but you could see that way his breath hitched the moment you walked in with your fitted versace dress. which made you cocky from head to toe.

he could note the way your lips tugs upward as you scan the whole interior of the place. you didn’t need it though as you know every curvature of the place. you were just that shit going around him so you could give him a good view of yourself that he refused indulge in.

you stopped midway to stare at him from head to toe then back to his pretty face. gaze fixated on his kissable lips. despite your urge to kiss him up, you decided to tease, “give me something bold.”

“pardon?”

“you heard me, akaashi.”

and he gave you a fancy handgun, a caliber. however that wasn’t your request. you pulled his shirt and whispered to his ears, “i said i want something bold. want me to spell it out for you? A-k-a-a-s-h-i”

and you walked away. just like that and things just became bold in your apartment complex.

oikawa tooru

underboss/ loverboy

Smooth talker. Usually uses his pretty face as an advantage to get something off girls that swoon over him.

he is quite unpredictable as well.

he approached you out of nowhere in the met gala and you were forced to be in his own disposal. he isn’t really a headache to deal with. but you aren’t here to flirt around especially with pretty boys like him. there is something in him that is similar with a ticking bomb. so best is to admire guys like him at a distance.

however, oikawa is determined to chase over you. because you are like a diamond in a room full of charcoal.

he approached you immediately when you stopped by in the concession stand to nurse yourself a cocktail.

“fancy a dance, miss?”

you looked at him. oikawa tooru. beautiful as they say but you immediately walked away.

oikawa smirked to himself, “if you just don’thold a precious information. i wouldn’t chase over a doll like you.”

tendou satori

head of intelligence

can predict the moves of the rivalry gang

so in result they end up getting butchered thanks to tendou’s half assed predictions.

guess monster

the boys entered the room with a agitated expression painting their faces.

tendou raised a brow and looked at the boy filling in their ammos. “what’s up boys?”

“we got played.”

tendou grinned. “oh, interesting. who pulled an ace card?”

“y/n of the yakuza.”

tendou made sure to track you down for meddling in his play.

kyoutani kentaro

torture specialist

All the dirty work is assigned to him

But kyoutani is quite carefree with his job, to the point where oikawa needs to step in to clean after his mess.

he is really brutal when it comes to finishing a rat pack from a rivalry gang and he gives no mercy.

knows every possible way of killing

but he fancies using the bat since it can strengthen his arm strength and it’s practical.

loves the sound of metal clashing with hard skull with the splasing sound of fresh blood slightly staining his skin.

you were both childhood sweethearts. however, you were the only one pursuing him because he doesn’t want to commit anything to you. not until you found out about him and his crucial job out of accident and he was forced to confess to you, and it was the reason why he don’t want to accept your heart.

one time he went home and he couldn’t find any trace of you. panic coursed through his veins when he heard your cries over the line.

“fucking touch her and i will drench all of you in boiling acid.”

ushijima wakatoshi

hand to hand combatant

people are usually afraid of him because of how he could flip people off easily without drenching a sweat

he has the capability to run a whole gang just by himself

but he would just rather go and fight fist first

and chill afterwards

both of you met when you were scouted as a new member and part of the group’s test is to have a hand to hand combant against wakatoshi.

you were mortified when he approached you. with his large built and driving aura.

“ready?” he asked lowly.

“no?”

he raised a brow, “i bet.”

and he let you win just so you would get accepted in the gang.

tanaka ryuunosuke

hand to hand combatant

really moody

aggressive and violent

could kill with just the use of his hands, alone.

but he has his soft moments too but this happens when the moon turns blue.

you were tasked to be his sparring mate. and to be frank, you were really spooked and frightened that you won’t get out of the arena, working let alone, alive.

and to see him up close, it was really, a deal. he’s tall, with a slim yet broad frame, and really is intimidating. he gave you a look and ruffled your hair.

“i don’t hurt girls.”

that was the first time you saw him smile. rumors said he never did.

sugawara koushi

consigliere

smart shit.

he’s usually responsible for the activities of the group.

master at hiding the illegal stuff away from prying eyes

and a genius at continuing the legal stuffs even though it’s just for a front

he is also the adviser of the kingpin, especially at plans and deals on heists and forgery

at some point, he is the official diplomat for Japan.

he met you when he is trying to study the floor plan on the central bank. he was in this beige tux, with his gray hair brush up to give justice to his whole other persona.

you came up to him and offered him installation plans and bank deals perfect for a bachelor like him.

he gave you a smile, “i will be meeting you soon.”

and he did. in a creepy dali mask and a red overalls. “i told you, i will be back.”

iwaizumi hajime

sniper

he goes with codes to maintain his anonymity

he works like a black panther, often sleek yet deadly

even the police couldn’t catch up with his hideous crimes because he never leaves unwanted trails behind

kills in his own special way

one time, he made someone swallow a C-4 and stitched his neck leaving it looking so grotesque

and boom, red, bloody like a slaughter house

he once made his way onto one of oikawa’s fancy bar to unwind. however, things went distrupt when there was a sudden shootout. he was beyond amused at how petty the shooters were aiming down at him. it was full of chaos.

he ducked down to fill in his ammos but he could see a figure crouched down underneath the satin cloths drench haphazardly above the tall tables.

he yanked the cloth and saw you there, looking lost as fuck. “what the hell are you doing here?!”

your eyes widened at the sight of the handsome man looking down at you as if you’re some unknown species. “uhm— chilling?”

he repeated your words. “chilling? in a middle of a fucking shoot out?”

“yo. i was lost okay? i don’t know where the exit is”

he grabbed you and threw his arms over your head so you’re protected from the stray bullets ricocheting over the place. “you’re a fucking goner.”

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