Jung Daehyun grew up in a poor family, had to deal with a terrible lawsuit and mistreatment, has horrible self esteem issues, and had powered through literally all of it to constantly be told he is ugly because of how tan he is and that makes me extremely upset. Please love Daehyun, he is an angel
A lot of these photos are a bit lewd, riske and out of my usual poses of doing photos, trust me I was following a lot of references of how the character is.
Here is the Photo shoot photos for Zone-Tan. I loved this costume because one, I felt very sexy and two I had done something different from my comfort zone which is a very big step for me.
I hope you guys enjoy these photos as much as I do! ( I want to thank my cosplay companion and my best friend for the photos, without her I would have these pictures)
Like, think of it this way: Donald Trump is too stupid and too vain to understand when people Vague about him. If you say “CERTAIN PEOPLE” and then describe him exactly and in incredibly insulting language, he will assume you are talking about someone else. He thinks he is smart. He thinks he is charming. He thinks he is sexy and virile. He thinks his hands are big and that his fake tan and comb-over are convincing. He thinks he’s not bald. He doesn’t think he’s racist. He doesn’t think what he does to women is assault. He thinks he is handsome and that women find him desirable. If you say “that bald, small-handed, boorish, ugly, fake-tanned, impotent, repulsive, narcissistic, racist idiotic sexual predator” he will assume you are referring to someone else because he doesn’t think any of those words describe him. His biggest problem with Alec Baldwin’s impression of him is that he doesn’t think he looks or sounds like that. You’ve got to @ him on any statement intended to insult him, because he’s too stupid and narcissistic to get it otherwise.
Sam’s just started his freshman year at Stanford and without Dad and Dean around, he’s free. Free from monsters and from the family business; free from John’s constant search for the thing that killed Mom. Free from it all, and he couldn’t be happier.
He didn’t plan on meeting anyone there. Dean always said hunters couldn’t have families, but Jess was… Jess was different. Sam was instantly attracted to Jess. She was smart and beautiful and her blonde bouncing curls always mesmerized him.
It’s not long before he’s sneaking Jess into his dorm room when Brady is gone out partying. He learns he likes to run his fingers through her silky blonde hair while kissing her, even more so when they’re just laying together, both still naked and tucked under his ugly tan sheets.
When they fall asleep, Sam’s got his nose pressed against the back of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. It’s fruity, but Sam can’t quite put his finger on which fruit, not until they move in together.
Jess keeps her shampoo on the ledge of the tub, easily accessible whether she’s bathing or showering. Sam uses it sometimes too, and Jess can always tell because he puts it on top of the shower, instead of back in it’s spot. She never mentions it, but she doesn’t miss the way Sam blushes when she gets a good whiff of the appley smell.
She buys the same type every time. Same brand; same scent. It starts to run out faster and faster these days, but if Sam likes it, she’ll keep buying it. Sam wishes he took note of what the actual brand was called, or wishes he had bought it for her one of those times in all those years and months and days they spent together.
He really wishes he still had some the night she died. He wishes he could remember that smell better.
Sam goes to the store alone, sniffs mostly all the shampoos there, but none of them smell or look just right and people give him dirty looks when he stands in that aisle and just inhales their scents for hours, so he stops.
It’s a couple years down the road when Sam gets a whiff of that appley smell again. It’s in the backseat of his brothers car and she’s got blonde hair just like Jess did and he can’t help but ask after everything is said and done.
He makes Dean go to the supermarket the next day and hides the almost twelve dollar shampoo at the bottom of his basket, under disposable razor blades, shaving cream cans - both travel and full size - a travel blanket that he can use when he gets cold in the car and a couple of towels because sometimes it’s nice to have his own and someday they’ll live in a nice place.
He keeps the shampoo at the bottom of his bag, doesn’t use it for weeks, months even, until he can’t remember the smell anymore. Then, he wraps it up with his clothes, showers and spends way too long washing his hair just so he can engrave the scent into his mind for a little while.
When they do find their own place, Sam’s only on his second bottle. He keeps the fancy shampoo under the sink, behind rolls of toilet paper and the plunger wrapped up in a trash bag and the fluffy luffa that Dean bought him as a gag gift.
Sam wakes up from a nightmare one morning, drenched in his own sweat that’s cooling as the fan above him spins on the medium setting. It was about Jess and the fire. He couldn’t save her, and he got severely burned while trying.
It’s five in the morning and Sam decides that it’s okay to be up for the day. He walks himself to the bathroom, glances at the cupboard and smiles to himself.
When he pulls out the green and white bottle with the decorative apples on the side to indicate the scent, he already feels better. He opens the top and takes a good whiff, closes his eyes and lets his mind go back to Jess. Then his eyes look up to the ceiling and he whispers a quick ‘miss you’ to himself before he steps into the shower.
He doesn’t know his own name, but there are things his body remembers.
It feels familiar, the witch’s hair slipping through his fingers, her hands gently smoothing over his chest, her hand held in his own. He keeps leaning into it without meaning to, finding it hard to pull away. He thinks maybe he’s a person who likes touching and being touched. He wonders if he can learn other things this way, too.
He asks his brother – Shane? Sean? Samuel? Sammy. Sam. He asks Sam to tell him about the people he knows. He can’t remember their names, but he’s sure he has friends and family, has people he loves. “Can you tell me about our mom?” he asks.
Sam clears his throat. “Sure, Dean,” he says. Right, Dean, Dean, that’s his name, he just keeps forgetting. If only Sam would put both their names on sticky notes, maybe he could remember them for more than a few seconds at a time. Sam describes their mom for him patiently, tells him about the way she looks and smells and what it feels like to hold her in your arms.
He swears he can remember her for a second, swears he remembers the feel of being held, of warm arms encircling him, tucking him into bed, ruffling his hair. He swears he can smell warm apple pie, but then it shifts to the smell of smoke and ash. He clears his throat, and by the time he’s done, it’s already slipped away.
“What about my– my best friend?” he asks.
His brother gives him a strange look. He says, “I gotta go.”
Sakura drew up the bottom of her face scarf and narrowed her eyes over the edge. “That’s because they don’t. This one’s been damaged and parts have been replaced with subpar metal works.”
Kain didn’t draw up her face scarf but let it flap under her chin, unbothered by the grains of granting sand that occasionally would fly her way. It was windy in the Country of Wind, but not that windy. “He must have been terrible if someone chose to patch him up like that instead of take him to an Industry facility.”
Sakura looked over at her friends with tired eyes. “Don’t joke.”
Karin scratched at the corner of her skin. “They have to have something here they could use.”
“Not since their open rebellion against the Country of Fire. Here’s a bite of history for you if integrating is truly something you want, when our enemies tried to bring us down we made sure they couldn’t stand up again. In retaliation my father’s units raised the lands and destroyed all advanced technologies. It’s taken them years to scrape together this much.”
“I thought your teammate and the new Wind Leader are friends. Isn’t Naruto gonna do something about this then?”
Sakura didn’t answer right away. They were standing across the street in the market while the rest of the world flowed around them like fish in a current. She was still staring at the red haired synthetic unit with the one bad arm made out of metal and rust that likely wasn’t even connected to any rural circuitry. From the elbow down it was an ugly sight that reminded her a little too well of her own war scars.
The androids face found her and didn’t look away. Parts of him were ugly and rusted, but he had the face of an angel.
She was crossing the street before she knew what she was doing. The seller wrapped up in ugly tan rags smiled through the folds to see her approach and jumped in front of his unit to snag her attention. “Only the finest for exotic beauties such as yourself, pretty lady. Behold the sweet spices of a desert land.” He then went off of a rave about the different spices that would cure her love life, bring her fertility, stimulate her acuity, heal a sore throat, and keep her young. Suna was nothing if not sexist at its core.
The redhead watched her without blinking the entire time Either he lacked the emotional intelligence that synthetics were famous for, or he knew he was being unsettling and didn’t care. It was hard to place his year or model, since he seemed so customized.
Karin’s voice broke into Sakura’s senses and she turned to see her friend working the seller with her usual routine. When bartering, Karin didn’t bother to try and hide the fact that she had money, but complimented it with a disdain that managed to middle prices down to suit her needs.
“Is there truly something here you might need?” Sakura sighed, walking over to stand behind Karin’s shoulder and look out to the market road.
“I’m looking, such,” Karin playfully hissed, smacking her friend lightly. Sakura let her. It was all part of the act. After a few minutes of haggling Karin managed to get a price she liked for the tea spices that was a deal to both parties.
The man was scooping the dried spices into a silk bag for her when he looked to Sakura and asked, “And what does your heart desire?”
Sakura was about to tell him goodbye or maybe just walk away, but the glint of light on gold metal made her stop. “I want that AMD chip around your neck.”
She had said it so casually he didn’t miss a beat tying up the silk bag, but once the words registered his hands stopped. Slowly, greedy little eyes looked up to her and she knew he was willing to sell.
“Oh, that will cost you.”
“I’m sure it will, but you’re over pricing the hunk of junk if he’s already missing visible parts. Do you even know his make and model?”
“He’s pre war, but not by much. He was part of the last line we ever put out, the most advanced!”
Sakura studied the synthetic carefully, tilting her head to one side and playing up her inspection. She let her eyes run over his form and then trail away as if she had seen all of him and found herself wanting. “That may be the case, but that was an entire generation ago. We’ve made leaps and bounds in technology since then. What was his designation?”
“He was a custom model.”
Karin snickered behind Sakura. “With a face like that he was probably a love model.”
Sakura wanted to roll her eyes. He had a pretty face, but he was way too stern and unnerving for such sensitive work.
“You don’t have a certificate of imprint?” Sakura asked, glancing to the chip on a chain around the man’s neck.
“Don’t need one. He needs this and it’s just as good if you’ve got it on you.” The old man grinned wide. “So, what’s he worth to you.”
“Probably not what you want or him considering the models we can get back in our country.”
Karin huffed, “You mean the models you can get. Some of us still don’t pass the bar exam yet.”
Owning synthetics in the Land of Fire was rare due to the fact that only specific, qualified individuals could keep them. Sakura was highly qualified in her position so close to the Hokage, but she had never taken one for herself. Last she checked, she qualified for a total of four units, but that was many months ago. It might have gone up again.
“He’s not built with the silly safeguards you’re so insistent on. He’s from the golden age in the golden country,” the man went on. “He’s worth 1,000,000 ryō to me.”
“I’m sure he is, but that’s what we get paid for S Class missions and you must think too highly of me for that. I’ll do…sixty for him.”
“You insult me.”
It begun and between the two of them the back and forth banter last a total of fifteen minutes with plenty of pro and cons being thrown out all while the unit sat, without speaking or moving. Finally Sakura got him down to 85 and that was only after she pulled out that much money and showed it to him. That was a lot of money to be carrying around in Suna and it might have made him think her foolish for it, if not for the fact that she equated his price with an S Class Mission. That factoid had flavored the tone of negotiations favorably for her.
He took the money greedily and handed over the card. “Have fun.”
Sakura held onto the chip and looked up at the unit. He still didn’t blink. “What’s your name?” she asked.
It was a heartbeat later before he answered. “Sasori of the Red Sand.”
“Sasori, it’s nice to meet you. Will you come with me now?”
Request: Can I have a mayor Snart x reader smut mabey? If it’s not to much trouble
a/n: mayor snarrrrrrrt ayyy
You should have knocked before entering the mayor’s office. I mean, isn’t that one of the key rules? Always knock before entering a room? It probably is… But you weren’t paying attention and just barged in, papers floating all over the place. You need the mayor to sign them…. Okay, not really, but details, details. He didn’t need to know.
“Mister- oh…Um…“ you blush, taking note that his hand is indeed in the navy blue suit pants. Oh my god. Your fingers grip the red ink pen tightly, pointing it to the door. “I’ll just go.” you say fast, feeling extremely awkward under his gaze. Boy, this is strange. Maybe they’ll have a book titled ‘So You Caught Your Mayor Jerking Off’ in the library…
Mayor Snart smirks, licking his lips, making them wet and glossy. “No, stay Y/N.“ he purrs, motioning for you to come over. His index finger curls in and out, beckoning for you. You comply, plum colored heels clicking the ugly tan carpet. “We haven’t…Met in a while, have we?” he whispers in your ear, pulling you on his lap. “I think we need to have a…very important meeting, don’t you?”
His cock presses against your ass. “L-Len.” you shiver, shaking your head as you turn. Fingers tangle with his teal striped tie, yanking it harshly. Lips pucker on lips, hands find their way to the edge of your steel gray skirt, hoisting it up your thighs. Len moves your lacy underwear, allowing easier accessibility.
Undoing his tie, you pop the buttons off his white dress shirt. “Eager are we?” he gasps, lifting his hips to peel the pants off himself, feeling the leather of his desk chair on his ass. Grabbing his shoulders, you sink down on him, moaning against his pale neck while you bite down. A moan comes from him, eyes fighting to stay open.
He shudders underneath you, pawing your purple blouse. Thrusting his hips up, he grunts, eyeing the door. “Need…. To go faster… Before anyone gets… Suspicious.“ he pants, watching your lips form the perfect ‘o’ shape. Len absolutely adores your facial expressions.
With one more thrust, you hold back a scream, cumming hard. Len breathes heavy, pushing your hair away from your face. “Always so pretty.” he comments, pecking your lips. “Now about those documents you had for me…“ he mutters, adjusting his wrinkled tie to his neck. Of course, straight back to mayor.
Right, those documents…Where did you throw them… “Um, Len…I didn’t really have anything for you to sign. Those are getting shredded.” He smirks, hands wrapping around your waist. He kind of figured that was the case, not that he’s complaining.