May 3, 2025
should I bleach my hair this weekend?
No bad idea
Yes, so you can dye it MORE orange
Just put more dye on it as is. It will lighten in the sun probably.
For all the world, I would not advise you either way
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should I bleach my hair this weekend?
No bad idea
Yes, so you can dye it MORE orange
Just put more dye on it as is. It will lighten in the sun probably.
For all the world, I would not advise you either way
It is not enough that a man be featured in smut and be doing hot, feral things. A man must be desperate. A man must be visceral. A man must be a trembling, groaning, sweat-slicked mess. A man must be brought to complete agony at the touch of her, realising this is something he will never recover from
It is not enough for smut to be filth. Smut must involve a desperation. Smut must involve a keened groan. Smut must let me know a man is a mess; absolutely in a state of pure, unbridled need and pain from how much he can't take it anymore, not for one moment, without her
That man is Sebastian Sallow. And that smut is what I came to see
🥵 AHEM! CAN WE TALK ABOUT VEGETA COMING HOME AFTER TRAINING AND BEING ALL WORKED UP
Always~! This is a subject I like to speak about often.
After training with Goku all day, all Vegeta wants to do is come home and find you. His libido skyrockets when he trains and it gets worse when he spars. He needs to fuck you as soon as he comes home. No need of a shower is what he thinks.
As soon as you come into sight, he's pushing you up against the wall. His teeth on your neck, nipping and sucking to leave those gorgeous deep red marks he enjoys littering your skin with. A few more movements, and he's shredding your clothing. Two of his fingers pump into you as fast and hard as they can, his thoughts being he just wants to get you stretched out before he penetrates you. And let's just say, this first session after he trains, it's all about him. He needs to empty those balls. They are fucking heavy when he comes home.
I'm so envious of your studying ability! On the inside I'm an A-type, bullet journalling, 4.0 nerd, but on the outside I do nothing :/
ahhhh anon i’m flattered but let me just tell you this: i haven’t done anything for uni or otherwise productive in three days, i’ve got loads of studying to get to, but i simply can’t bring myself to do it. yeah i’m passionate about learning and i enjoy making ‘pretty’ and ‘productive-looking’ posts, but most of the time, i just live this Stressed to Hell Persona of a confused student that’s just trying to survive med school and stay somewhat sane in the process.
i bet you’re doing so much more than you give yourself credit for, please don’t feel like you have to study for x hours a day, have every second of your day planned out, know what you’re doing 100% of the time. times are hella confusing and just the fact that you wrote this tells me you care about your studies and are putting in the effort<3
don’t let the toxic productivity culture make you feel like you’re not (doing) enough! you’re doing so well and i’m proud of u x
🎀 Mob!Steve getting extremely over protective of his family (reader and a baby) when someone threatens to harm them. Not resting till he knows they are safe :)
“Am I the only one who thinks this is getting a little excessive?” Steve overhears one of his men angrily complain, the stench of cigarette smoke carrying over from behind the crates where Steve was standing. The other two men shifted uncomfortably by the speaker’s side, clearly hesitant to criticize their boss. He doesn’t take that as a hint to shut up, however, his angry tirade continuing between cigarette puffs.
“I get that Rumlow is powerful but jesus christ, three moves across the fucking state, doubling security, paying off the FBI? I guess the pussy is just that good.”
Steve’s hand is shaking in anger as he steps out from behind the boxes, all three of his lower men straightening up in fear as Steve lowly chuckles.
“Pussy? Is that how you’re going to refer to my wife? My loving wife who was given me a loving daughter?”
The man is stuttering, choking on his breath as fear squeezes his heart and he opens his mouth to speak but he never gets to. Steve’s faster, his hand pulling out his gun and shooting the man directly in the head. Wiping the sticky blood from his cufflinks Steve swears, anger still boiling through his veins.
“Take out the fucking trash, would ya?”
He doesn’t bother to look back at the now lifeless body as his men scramble to clean the crimson blood off the concrete floor, Bucky closely trailing behind him from having watched it all unfold from the corner.
“He deserved it, Buck.” Steve mumbles under his breath.
“Wasn’t gonna say he didn’t.”
“Update on Rumlow?”
“Sam said FBI got word he’s still in Morocco closing a 6 million dollar cocaine deal with some high ranking politicians. He’ll be flying back to his Bel Air home tonight at 8pm.”
Steve sighs, nodding his head, his mind still running anxiously as he enters the bulletproof doors of his mansion. He’s doubled the security around every inch of the house, paid off FBI agents to monitor Rumlow at all times with their high tech and he’s asked Thor and Sam to follow you and the baby wherever you go. But all that wasn’t enough to calm his anxious heart, the nightmares of you being kidnapped or dying having amplified in the past few days after Rumlow’s thinly veiled threat.
‘Beautiful wife and kid you got there. Shame if something oughta happen to them.’
"Steve?”
Your voice cuts through the discourse in the room easily, the melodic tone and gentle padding of your feet against the wooden floor a stark contrast to the burly security guards and yelling mobsters running around the mansion. Steve smiles sweetly, asking Bucky to handle things for a while before rushing towards you.
“Hi doll.”
His kiss is brief but still sweet, laced with a slightly bitter taste from the whiskey he downed a half an hour ago. You pull away quickly and your face scrunches in disgust as you tug at his sleeve.
“Steveeeeee, you got blood all over ya!”
Before he can even protest you drag him towards the kitchen and sit him down on the stool, grabbing a washcloth from the side and dousing it in warm water. As you rub the blood out of his suit he’s reminded of the first time he realized he loved you, when he’d been reckless and entered enemy territory by himself and escaped with several huge wounds on his back. You’d sworn at him while stitching up his wounds, your face a few millimetres away from him as you healed the cut on his lip.
That was your first kiss as a couple.
“All done.”
He’s snapped back into reality when you toss the now red stained cloth and his jacket into the washer on the side, having slid off the material while he was daydreaming. He then stops you from moving elsewhere and wraps his arms around your waist, noticing that you’re shivering from the cold as you’re only wearing a simple silk nightgown and he envelopes you in a hug, both to warm you up and to shield you from any man’s site.
“I miss seeing you, Steve.” you say into his chest. Steve pulls away slightly, a confused smile on his face.
“What do you mean, doll? I’m almost always here.”
“Being here to boss around a bunch of mobsters and yell into the phone isn’t the same, Steve. I know you’re just trying to protect us all but... I miss seeing you put Sarah to bed. Of falling asleep next to me and her on a movie night. Of actually having you awake and present when I cook breakfast in the morning.”
His hand slowly strokes your hair and he sadly smiles, his other hand rubbing comforting circles onto your skin.
“I know, honey... But I can’t let you or Sarah ever get hurt because of the family business. Especially not the hands of dirty Rumlow.”
You’re silent for a few moments and his heart breaks further at the thought of you being upset.
“Can you at least come to bed tonight? Maybe read Sarah a bed time story?”
He should be telling you no, considering that he’s had to push all his meetings to night time over the phone because of all this. But when you look up at him with that shy smile and in that nightgown he loves so much, he just says:
“Of course.”
He’ll never be able to say no to you.
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a/n: SKSKSK I freaking love writing mob!character fics thank you so much for sending this amazing concept in
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