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amomentsescape · 5 months

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hey, how are you doing?

I would like to ask for a one shot (Victor Zsasz x Female!reader) where the reader is kidnapped and used as a bait by some guys that wanna kill Zsasz.

Risk and Protect

Victor Zsasz x Female! Reader

Summary: Victor goes on a mission to save you after past enemies decide they want revenge on him.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, and Victor's scars

Word Count: 1,525

A/N: I've always loved fics like this. And I'm doing great, thank you for asking! I hope you're doing good too!

Victor has a lot of enemies. It only makes sense for someone who kills random people for a living. But he never really worried about it for a while.

He was a lone ranger of sorts, only working with the Zsaszettes in a professional manner. And after letting himself get close to Falcone and feeling that pain of losing him, Victor promised himself he wouldn't let his own attachments get in the way again. It was for the best.

But then you happened. Of course, you walked into his life when he least expected it.

And although Victor is a smart man, he couldn't logically find a way to let you go. His heart won, but he always worried that this would end up being a mistake.

And today, he really believed it was.

He quite literally had eyes on you 24/7. If it wasn't his own, then it was a couple of the Zsaszettes. He knew that there were people out there to get him. And no matter how hard he tried to hide you away and keep you safe, he knew that he could only do so much.

Victor had a lot of hits today, so he assigned a couple Zsaszettes to watch over you while he was out. He promised you he'd be back that night to spend time with you.

And you were really happy with this arrangement. You had actually befriended a few of his workers, enjoying the random conversations you would have with them. Plus, they made you feel safe to be around. They may have been pretty faces, but they were incredibly skilled and powerful as well. They felt secure.

But unfortunately, they weren't ready for 15 armed men to burst into the place on such a gentle evening. Even Victor couldn't predict just how far his enemies would go, ganging up to increase their numbers and their chances that they could catch you.

The Zsaszettes did the best they could to hide you before the men got to you. They managed to hold them off for a bit, but sadly, it only ended in bloodshed.

A few of the men were killed upon entry, a few others were injured. But the girls were out numbered, and they ended dying to protect you. They cared about following Victor's orders of course, but they also cared about you. Your safety was their priority as much as Victor's, and they sadly gave up their lives for you.

You were choking on your sobs as you tried to hold them back, watching the scene unfold in the hidden away room near the back of the apartment.

But with one wrong movement, you had bumped the wall with your elbow, and the remaining men froze.

Your eyes widened as you watched a couple of them walk towards your hiding area, ripping open the door.

They each took an arm and dragged you out of the room, a quick hit to the head forcing darkness upon you.

***

Victor rushed home just 30 minutes later when both Zsaszettes didn't pick up his calls. He even reached out to you, only to be met with your voicemail.

When he stormed into the apartment, he lost his breath. Two of his most loyal workers laid dead on the ground. The whole area was trashed and bloodied, and Victor could only hope that none of the red liquid was yours.

He searched around for you frantically, but all he managed to find was your phone, all of his attempts at calling and messaging you still listed on your lock screen.

But the latest message on your phone was one he didn't send.

You know where to find us. You have 1 hour.

He had a hunch that someone was after him these past few weeks, but he didn't know that they would drag you into this. But this would prove to be their biggest mistake.

He knew where you were. And although he didn't care to know who these men were, they would all end up dead just the same.

***

Victor smirked when he saw the building in view. He had to give them some props to be honest. They did pretty well staking out their own assassins in the area. But he couldn't expect anything less.

He was Gotham's best, so they knew that they had to prepare for him to arrive. They were wanting his head, after all.

But they clearly weren't as smart as they thought.

He had a few of his Zsaszettes set up on the opposite side of the building, their guns already beginning to fire blindly at the men.

This caused all of them to turn towards the shots, the rest of the men beginning to rush to the area.

With their backs turned, Victor began to take down each assassin, his own gun completely muffled from the chaos.

Each shot was like a silent blast of air, and men's bodies were hitting the ground without anyone noticing.

But by the time they did catch on to what was happening, it was too late. There were only a couple men left, and they were met with a bullet to the head before they could even spot where he was.

But Victor knew his battle wasn't over. You were still inside, and he was certain the "boss" and the rest of his men would be there too.

The Zsaszettes were ready for his call, but Victor wanted to finish the battle alone.

It was almost humorous for him in a way. They would have been stupid to mess with Victor in general, but to put your life in danger too? That only made his next plan even more enjoyable.

Victor walked into the building innocently, knowing they weren't going to kill him immediately. These men were too prideful for that. They wanted to toy with him, torture him, maybe even hurt you to make his own suffering worse.

The thought made him sick, but he kept his cool.

"Gentleman," Victor greeted, his eyes not leaving yours.

It pained him to see you strapped to that chair, your eyes full of fear. What made it worse though was the fact that he knew you weren't scared for yourself- you were scared for him. He never wanted to worry you like this ever again.

And thankfully, you looked unscathed. Your shirt was a little wrinkled, and your mascara had smudged, but there were no cuts or bruises anywhere Victor could see. He felt relieved.

"Victor!"

His eyes finally left yours to look at the brute man before him.

"You're gonna pay for what you did to my brother!"

Victor sighed. "Brother? I kill dozens of people a week. You think I care about what I did to your brother?"

The man was seething and ready to burst.

"But, if I do recall," Victor rolled up his sleeve. "I think he was probably... this one, right here." He pointed to a scar near his elbow.

Suddenly, the man let out a loud scream, beginning to charge at Victor.

His two men continued to stand next to you, their hands already beginning to reach for their guns.

You watched as Victor dodged away from the man, managing to slip in a swift punch to the gut.

The man spun back around and landed a sharp kick to Victor's shin, causing him to collapse.

You let out a muffled scream at this, worried that would be the end of the battle for your partner.

However, Victor took advantage of this new viewpoint, quickly grabbing the small gun from the man's belt.

With two loud bangs, both men beside you collapsed to the floor, not even able to fire off their own weapons in time.

Another two loud shots resounded as you watched the boss fall beside his fellow partners in crime, yelling and screaming at Victor.

You could see a bloody wound in each of his knees as a pool began to form around him.

Victor jumped to his feet and made his way towards you, helping you our of your binds. All the while, he continued to apologize and tell you just how worried he was.

"This will never happen again. I'm sorry I-"

"Victor," you softly smiled. "I'm okay. We're going to be alright, yeah?"

He quietly sighed and brought his lips to your forehead, silently agreeing. Even in the most chaotic moments, you were able to bring him a sense of peace that he never knew existed before.

Once he knew you were okay, he dragged his attention back to your kidnapper.

"As much as I'd love to see your entrails splayed across the floor, I have some other matters to attend to."

And with that, a single shot was made in the center of the man's head. You watched as his head lulled to the side and his eyes went blank.

You squirmed away a bit, but you felt Victor wrap his arm around your waist.

"What were these other matters you have to do?" you asked, looking up at him.

He smiled back down at you. "Our date night, of course."

#gotham fandom #gotham x reader #gotham #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz fluff #gotham victor zsasz #victor zsasz

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animeniac-writings · 10 months

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Sickness - Sanji Vinsmoke headcanons

Anime: One Piece

Modern AU kind of, I was sick as shit last weak and could have really used Sanji caring for me :(

You Being Sick

Overreacts (with so much care behind it).

Sanji feels extremely guilty when you're come down with an illness, sure it's inevitable for everyone, but he can't help but think it's his fault- he should have made you healthier foods, something to boost your immune system, smoothies or supplements, he should have given you his coat sooner so you didn't catch a chill- his self blame is nearly endless, until you weakly ask him for something and he immediately shoots into gear.

When you do get sick he is your faithful servant, waiting on your every request, and fretting the entire time. He hates seeing you suffer and there's really nothing he can do to ease your suffering.

Definitely makes you chicken soup, Zeff did when he got sick when he was little and told him to "Just try it, you'll get better." when he asked 'why', and later explained that's just what you give someone who's sick, that it helps.

And he did get better, and wanted to know exactly why it helped, what was so special about chicken noodle soup? "Damn old man knew what he was talking about."

Tells you this while he's making the soup, you're fast asleep on the couch all bundled up, in clear sight for if you need him.

But his nerves are frayed, and it's far too quiet, with just the sounds of his cooking and your labored breaths, so he talks to you. He fills the silence and tries to calm his nerves.

Definitely called Zeff up, even at 2 in the morning if that's when your sickness hit, and wanted the exact recipe he his soup.

Of course he could figure it out himself, or tweak a recipe for guidelines, but...the old man's recipe works best. Even if he does sound like a sentimental fool.

Hates going to the store to pick up anything you need because that's far too long of being away from you and not knowing how you are, but he also doesn't trust anyone else to go get what you need.

Will buy only the best medicine he can find and makes sure to cover all your symptoms, and that you take the next does exactly on the clock.

But also worries because it's hardly working and giving you more is also bad, frantically checks a time sheet and clock to be sure.

He tries to make you as comfortable as possible, tissues and blankets and fluffing your pillow, anything to help.

He acts like you are on your death bed. If you even say you feel like you're dying, it goes straight to his panicking. You're already back in a fitful sleep but now he's sitting at your side changing the rag on your forehead and biting his nails that what if it's worse than expected??

Humidifier on and with some tea tree oil if you can, and will apply camphor rub to your chest and back for you, and massage it onto your feet and whimpers when that seems to make you feel worse.

Very stubborn once you start feeling better and getting restless, he wants you to still keep resting, that you aren't fully recovered yet.

Hovers. Almost worse that when you were sick, so worried about you relapsing for a few weeks afterwards, even when you insist you're all better!

Even manages to decline an physical advances to 'prove you're all better', as much as it pains him.

His chest aches when you thank him for taking such good care of you.

Sanji Being Sick

Sanji doesn't really get sick often, but when he does it's bad.

Not someone who can try and fake being okay because of how quickly and hard it hits him, as soon as he gets a fever he's burning up and dizzy.

You immediately notice and carefully guide him back to bed, you press your lips to his sweaty forehead to check his temperature and he can barely mumble something to you with eyes fluttering shut.

Hardly getting sick as a kid meant he never built up a good immune system, normally he was healthy as could be but when he was sick, it was awful.

He often become delirious, his mind dredging up memories of when he was truly small and making him feel even worse.

Needs your help with everything, from lifting the mug of tea your made him to his lips to half-carrying him to the bathroom.

He would feel so guilty about it afterwards, but can't remember much of anything that happened in the thick of it once he's better.

Mumbles in his sleep a lot while he's sick, he tosses and turns and you want to wake him from whatever he's dreaming but know he's needs the rest, instead sitting beside him and petting his damp hair.

You recall him once snarking about Zeff's brusque caretaking, but that he always made warm soup when he'd get sick, even into his teens. "Not like I'd needed it, I could make it far better after all."

Zeff was surprised to get a call from you asking for an old "special chicken soup recipe" of his, but was happy to oblige, even promising not to tell Sanji about it either.

No matter how he feels about your cooking skills there's a nagging feeling that he should make a pot of soup to bring over too upon the second he hears Sanji is sick again, and has to stop himself multiple times from doing so.

He also asks for updates on how Sanji's doing.

You mostly guess Sanji's symptoms and hope there's nothing you can't see when it comes to getting him medicine, he doesn't really have the energy to tell you what's wrong but weekly complies taking whatever you give him.

Hates feeling gross though, so if it's taking too long to get better he will try going to wash up and take a bath on his own, very bad idea but you catch him and watch to make sure he's okay.

Luckily tends to sleep through most of it, but when he wakes up for a bit he just wants to be able to see you, whether that's sitting up or laying on the couch just so he can watch you with bleary eyes before falling back to sleep.

Really thinks you are his loving angel to take care of him like this, even if you don't feel like you're doing all that much.

Once his fever breaks and the worst of it is over he recovers quickly, not one to have a cough linger, and you'll wake up from where you were beside him last night to find his spot empty and the familiar sound of pans clinking as the scent of breakfast waifs in.

Calls you his angel and the greatest nurse he's ever seen once he's back in health, and cheekily adds that he would have loved if you ever wanted to wear a nurse's outfit if he gets sick again...

His words lack usual gusto or the spark in his eye as he tries to cover up how vulnerable he feels about it.

You know how truly grateful Sanji is, for everything you do, and just press and soft kiss to his head and promise to always be happy to care for him.

He can never find the words to tell you how thankful he is.

#Sanji Vinsmoke x reader #Sanji Vinsmoke imagine #Sanji x reader #Sanji imagine #One Piece x reader #One Piece imagine #OP x reader #OP imagine #my stuff

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alldni · 3 months

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ranking the ada by how good the blunt rotation is.

number one is kenji. he is a good young man and never touches it which is why he’s the best. other people get really weird when they’re sober around high people and start treating them like little kids. but kenji looks at you like this 😃 carries entire cases of water bottles to you and tells you stories about cows and gardening that would be so fucking boring sober, but are absolutely resplendent when you’re high as fuck. he can one hand carry you to bed too so you don’t have wander through The Fog to curl up in the sheets if you green out. unfortunately the one downside is that if you smoke in front of kenji kunikida puts a gun to your head

two is tanizaki. he’s just so totally chill about it. he owns a beautiful ornate bong that always has crystal clear water. you sit there and smoke and eat fritos the whole time and it’s beautiful. now unfortunately his illusion is super freaky so if he’s high and using his ability you might have a bad time. but also he could make sesame street appear before your eyes and you’d have such a beautiful time.

coming in at number three definitely atsushi. the first time he smokes he is terrified horrified crying shaking sooo nervous but the second time you can tell he did a bunch of research and suddenly he’s like super expert at it. or less that he’s expert and more that he’s so desperate to prove he’s good at it he starts taking furious bong rips so fast you think he’ll die and his ability is probably the only reason he survives. also he becomes insanely hilarious and out of pocket

fukuzawa at four. this experience would be heavenly. you’d feel like an eighty year old lounging on the front porch in the sun. you smoke from a perfectly rolled joint and listen to him share every opinion he has on everyone in the ada or whatever and then he starts showing you pictures of his cats. he has a medical marijuana card for joint pain. he tells you he loves you and starts listing all your strengths and then lovingly explaining in vivid detail how he thinks you can improve.

kunikida at five purely for humor factor i think. in high school he was a super stoner and now he has seven bongs hidden under his bed. if you somehow got him to smoke with you he would manage to, in mere hours, procure the most amazing heavenly fresh weed you’ve ever smoked. you’ve gone to the garden of eden. unfortunately (and the reason why this is number four) he gets high and starts like reading shit from his ideals notebook to you and now you know too much about his ideal woman. and the next day he refuses to look you in the eyes. BUT he would be great at taking care of others while high i think — he’s the guy making sure everyone guzzles water at the sesh

lucy at number 6 for sure. the weed she gives you is so strong so lightning mcqueen quick-hitting so pungent… it’s probably a new strain called rainbow ballzapper4000 that francis bought from an illegal dispensary in america and she’s been waiting for the perfect moment to smoke it. she would end up taking you to her stupid pocket dimension because she would think it’s really really funny but you would feel like you’re trapped in your own personal hell. a mirage of pink and candy lord almighty. and you would be rapidly weakening shriveling up dying while she only gains strength. and you would want to kiss her

naomi at 7. i would rather kill myself than think about this further

number eight definitely yosano like this would be hell. because she would be so beautiful and transcendent and funny and cool and suave while you’re absolutely fucked up with whatever bullshit hopped up illegal strain she just presented you with. and if you started greening out she’d like give you water or whatever but then she would decide the height of comedy is like describing all the ways you could suddenly die in that moment. “did you know you could get vitamin E lung poisoning from smoking carts? do your lungs feels tight right now? 😃” and it would almost seem like she hoped you say yes. however she would actually try to keep your physical well-being in mind and she would make sure you ate and drank and got to bed ok etc

nine dazai. the ninth circle of hell. i would rather smoke with like francis or something than with this guy. dazai hears “smoke sesh” and asks chuuya to procure him weed and chuuya goes to his basement where he has the saddest most shriveled up little plant and he carefully harvests some flower and carefully prepares it and carefully rolls up two joints and kisses them both (in case dazai smokes from them both) and then you smoke this sad weed that barely hits and you sit there and wait to get high and dazai doesn’t even smoke anything. and you’re like dazai what the fuck. and then dazai pulls something out of his pocket and it’s fentanyl laced shit he got from somewhere else and he starts talking about how much he hopes it’ll work. and then he stares wide eyed and pathetic faced at you and starts ranting about how much he hates chuuya. and then he hands you the fent laced weed

last ranpo. if you start greening out he just starts reading you to fucking filth and you’re mentally destroyed for a week.

#tw drugs #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #kenji miyazawa #atsushi nakajima #ranpo edogawa #kunikida doppo #fukuzawa yukichi #yosano akiko #lucy maud montgomery #naomi bsd #tanizaki junichirou

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number-one-shadisper-shipper · 10 months

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The Sonic franchise did not have to go so hard exploring dynamics and types of alternate/evil versions of characters BUT THEY DID

Like some media will give you an evil version of a character and be like, "Yeah he's from a mirror dimension so he's evil *le gasp*" and that's fun and all, but there's no depth or intrigue.

And then we have Sonic.

The Sonic franchise has alternate versions of Sonic, Shadow, and other characters. We have freaking SONIC PRIME who's whole premise is exploring alternate versions of characters (beyond just Sonic) and it is absolutely AMAZING. I'm not going to go into Prime right now cuz that's another post or twenty, and I just wanna focus on how each alternate version of Sonic has their own dynamic, personality, and relationship with Sonic. I've never seen another franchise that does THIS MUCH with alternate versions.

(Long ramble and some spoilers under the cut)

To start with, we have the big one, Metal Sonic. Made by Eggman to be able to defeat Sonic. They could've just gone with a basic, "Oh look a robot version of the Main Character now they fight" and not given him any depth, but he hits HARD (without even having a voice box or mouth to show emotions or anything). The fact that he's programed TO SEE HIMSELF AS THE REAL SONIC and has to deal with that, him slowly discovering that he's not, but not being able to break free from his programming so he can create his own destiny, his father/son dynamic with Eggman but also being nothing more than a weapon to him is just MMMMMM YEESSSSSS. And the whole "Strange, isn't it?" and "There is only one Sonic" thing from the OVA is INSANE!!!!

And there's Mecha Sonic, whose backstory I don't really know a lot about, but his arc in the Scrapnik Island miniseries is EPIC and he's showing the potential arc that Metal Sonic could have. After getting thrown away by Eggman, he finally has the chance to start over and has an epic moment that parallels the OVA lava scene.

And then there's Shadow. He's not actually an "alternate" Sonic, he came first and has no actual connection to him. But the fact that when he shows up the first thing Sonic does is call him a faker, and his identity issues won't let him let that go. Because he has to prove he's not a fake, but is he? His memories are real, aren't they? But he remembers "dying" and he sees his own robot versions and a god of darkness taking his form and Infinite creating a fake army of hims, and he can't be a fake himself, right? He has to be the real Shadow. Cuz that name, that identity is all he has. But what is that identity? Ultimately, he is all of him. But even with all of that he still wrestles with who he is and he has to keep calling Sonic "faker" because no matter what the world still sees him as "the edgy version of Sonic," but he's not, he's so much more than that. He has his own arcs and growth and potential.

And there's Scourge, who's the typical "evil Sonic from another dimension", who I know absolutely nothing about since I haven't really read the Archie comics yet, but I saw this panel:

And like I don't care if he has zero other depth besides that because that IS INSANE. Sonic having to wrestle with his own potential for evil, but at the same time, Scourge's potential for good, and and it's literally just the matter of a few choices. This is the battle we all have to face within ourselves every day, even if we don't realize it.

And speaking of Sonic's potential for evil, DARK SONIC??? THE OPPOSITE OF SUPER SONIC? WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU LET THE CHAOS ENERGY FEED ON YOUR DARKNESS RATHER THAN YOUR LIGHT??? and I know it's only one scene but oh my goodness!!! Cuz yes, your best traits can become your greatest weakness, and loving your friends can turn into doing unspeakable horrors if someone hurts them, and maybe the person that has to bring you back to yourself is your arch-enemy, because they of all people know who you really are and that if you fighting from righteous motives is undefeatable, you fighting from RAGE is noting short of terrifying.

And Surge from IDW, whose arc is literally called IMPOSTER SYNDROME??? Again, created to be the Anti-Sonic, to be the one who can finally take him down. And she knows she's not the real Sonic and doesn't want to be, and she knows the only reason she hates Sonic is because her abuser gaslit and hypnotized her into hating him, but she can't escape that programming any more than Metal can. And maybe she doesn't have a reason to hate Sonic but she'll create one because she literally has to have a reason, and maybe she's not the real Sonic but he's the only reason she exists, and he's the only reason she went through all the suffering she went through. And no I can't reach for your hand pulling me to safety because that would be admitting that I don't really have a reason hate you, that I can't escape without your help, that your philosophy of giving villains a second chance is valid.

Anyways that was a lot of rambling but UGH it all just so good and intense and the depth and effort in this franchise is ABSOLUTELY AMAZING thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAA SO MUCH EMOTIONS #sonic posting #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #faker #metal sonic #mecha sonic #shadow #shadow the hedgehog #scourge #scourge the hedgehog #surge #surge the tenric

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ahlovelightaflame · 8 months

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Out of Hits ~ *Lee Chan*

Summary: Chan wants to prove himself as a worthy member of the gang. But when his opportunity presents itself as a dare in a dare contest, he’s not sure he can do it. But if it means proving his worth, he’ll do whatever it takes.

Pairing: Lee Chan X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 2734

Warning: Swearing, fighting, drinking, dares

Mafia Masterlist

It sucks being the youngest. There, he said it. But it’s true. It absolutely sucks being the youngest! It especially sucks being the youngest out of thirteen boys.

Chan was a good subordinate. He did as he was told when he was told to do it. Of course, what he was told to do were the petty, annoying tasks no one wanted to do. He was like an unpaid intern, but at least he knew he had the ability to move up in the ranks. At least, he hoped so. If not, why was he still here?

The only upside was being able to work on his fighting in the training room. Chan was the best member on the team when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Boxing, karate, kickboxing, and even just traditional street fighting were easy for him. Training his agility and hand-eye coordination was his stress reliever when the teasing and taunting from the rest of the gang got to him.

So it’s not surprising that he was punching and kicking a punching bag in the training room. About an hour ago, he returned from a mission with Jeonghan, Vernon, and Seokmin. The mission went well, but Chan was stuck being the getaway driver, as per usual. It’s not that he wasn’t good at it, in fact he was the best out of those fours. But he didn’t want to always be the getaway driver. He knew he could do so much more if only the boss or Hoshi would give him the chance.

“Working late again?”

He didn’t pause as he continued working out. Nevertheless, he still answered, “Of course. I have to get stronger for the next mission.”

She chuckled. “Chan, you keep going at it like this and one of two things is going to happen: I’m either going to have to get a new punching bag or I’m going to have to wrap up your bloody knuckles.”

“I can take care of myself.” He shot back defensively.

“I’m sure you can, but it’ll make me feel better if I do it.”

He rolled his eyes. “Why are you here?”

She shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. So I thought I’d come and do some work. Not only that, but my sister asked me to get her weapon schematics that she left here accidentally.”

“Not surprised.”

Laughing, she took up her place behind the punching bag, holding it in place. “Neither am I. She’s a lot like you, always working and working and working. But she also knows when to take a break, unlike someone I know.”

Chan scoffed. “I need to keep working if I want to keep up with the others.”

“Fine. But can you at least do me one favor, please?”

This time he did take a second to look at her with slight confusion. Usually, if it was anyone else, he’d instantly reject them. But she didn’t ask for favors ever. So it must be pretty important.

“What do you want, Y/n?”

“Hoshi is taking his team drinking tomorrow and he invited me to come as well. I know you’d rather not, but could you go with them for me please? My sister needs my help with some big project, so I’m staying behind. However, I need someone to make sure Hoshi isn’t talking shit about me behind my back. He gets a little crazy when he’s drunk.”

Everyone knows how crazy Hoshi gets when he gets drunk. He’s tried on multiple occasions to kiss Seokmin and Jeonghan. He’s challenged Wonwoo and Mingyu to stupid challenges that ended up with him almost dying. One time he even tried to flirt with the Big Boss to make Seungcheol jealous, which ended up with him sleeping outside in his underwear. So Y/n’s apprehension about not going in fear of the crazy shit Hoshi would say or do was warranted.

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

She sighed with relief. “Chan, you’re a lifesaver, you know? I’ll even pay you for every time you have to bail him out of trouble tomorrow.”

Chan could feel the tips of his ears warm at her compliment. However, blushing meant weakness and he wasn’t about to give in to weakness. So he started attacking the punching bag with more fervor. “Thanks, I’m going to need it. It better not be chump change either. I’m looking for the big bucks.”

Laughing, she nodded. “Of course. Nothing but the best cold hard cash for the best getaway driver in the Seventeen Mafia.”

Scowling, he landed one more solid on the bag before calling it a night. As he left the training room, he called back through gritted teeth, “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Now, if Chan didn’t know any better, he would say Mingyu, Seokmin, and Hoshi were on a mission to get as close to drunk as possible in the shortest amount of time. And since Chan was still considered the best getaway driver, he was also considered the designated driver whenever the boys went out drinking. Despite missing out on the drunken fun, he at least was drowning in free soda that the drunk ones kept buying him and he was gathering more than enough blackmail material. All in all, it wasn’t a bad night. He could almost say he had fun.

It wasn’t until they were driving back to the base that he wished he didn’t go out with them in the first place.

“Guys, guys, guys, I have an idea, before we get home.” Hoshi explained like he had just come up with the coolest thing ever. “We should do a dare contest!”

“A dare contest?” Seokmin slurred.

He nodded excitedly. “Yeah, yeah, yeah! See, we give each other dares. And then, and then we have a week to complete them. If, if we don’t, the loser has to do something embarrassing.”

“I think the winners should decide that when they’re sober.” Mingyu muttered.

Again, Hoshi nodded. “Cool, cool, right. Okay, so like Chan, come up with a date for Mingyu.”

This would be too easy. “Mingyu, I dare you to trash your hotel and blame it on ghosts.”

Mingyu gave him a wonky glare. It wasn’t as intimidating as it usually was considering how drunk he was. “I hate you. Okay, DK, I dare you to make a joke about your sex life in your next set at Jeonghan’s casino, in front of your girlfriend.”

Seokmin flushed redder than before. “You’re cruel! I’m going to get in so much trouble! Okay, but Hoshi, you have to take engagement photos of the Boss and Seungcheol without either of them knowing.”

“Easy, no problem.” Hoshi turned to Chan, grinning viciously. “Chan, I dare you to ask out the combat trainer on a fancy, romantic date.”

Chan almost slammed into the mailbox.

“WHAT?!”

The three boys burst out laughing. “Oh come on! It’s so obvious you have a thing for her!” Hoshi teased. “I mean, you weren’t even going to come out tonight if she didn’t convince you to spy on us for her.”

“She did not!”

“Yes she did!” Mingyu rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we know her. She hates being left out of the gossip. And you wouldn’t have come if she didn’t suggest it. Which is another reason why Hoshi dared you to ask her out. You SO love her.”

“I DO NOT!” Chan responded a little too loud. He could feel his cheeks warm as he refused to look at his friends.

Hoshi groaned. “Are you going to do it or not?”

With a huff, he snapped, “Fine. I’ll do it. But only to prove I’m not weak.”

“No one said you were.”

Chan shouldn’t have agreed to the dare.

It has been almost a whole week since Hoshi dared him to ask Y/n out and he still hasn’t approached her. Sure, Mingyu still had to do his dare, but Hoshi was doing his right now and DK did his three days ago. His girlfriend gave him an earful and even threatened to break up with him. But he managed to smooth things over by promising her a week of non-stop romance.

So Chan needed to grow some balls and just talk to her. It shouldn’t be that hard. He had asked out girls before and even though most of them ended in crushing failure, it never bothered him THAT much. So why was he so nervous this time around?

He saw her everyday. They sparred together all the time. They laughed, joked, and spent time with each other as often as they could. So why did everything feel different and scary now that they were labeling it as dating?

But if he didn’t go through with this, he would not only be forced to endure whatever punishment the other’s conjured up, but he would be seen as weak for the rest of his life. He couldn’t have that. He would show them. Chan was strong and manly and he could do anything.

“Hey Y/n.”

The trainer looked up and smiled brightly at him. “Oh, hey, Chan! Ready to train again? I have some new moves I can show you if you’re interested.”

“I think I have some better moves to show you instead.” Not his smoothest line, but it was out there, so he needed to work with it.

She furrowed her brows. “Oh yeah? What kind of moves?”

Chan’s hand found the wall beside her head, effectively trapping her against the wall. As soon as he did it, he felt his face go solid red. Could he get any cringier?

With a small smirk, she replied, “Oh, those kinds of moves?”

“Y-yeah.”

Chuckling, she shook her head. “Oh, Chan, you’re adorable, really. But let’s not bite off more than we can chew now, alright? I don’t think you could handle me, even if you think you can.”

“I know I can!” He shot back defiantly. Where that small burst of courage came from, he had no idea. “I have lots of great moves! And I can show you all of them if you go out with me this weekend.”

One of her eyebrows raised as she folded her arms over her chest. “Is that so? Well, then let me make a friendly wager with you. Sounds fair?”

He removed his arm from beside her head and took a small step back. Not because he was scared! No, he wasn’t scared! He just needed to look serious when he heard her challenge. With a nod of his head, he encouraged her to continue.

Holding up three fingers, she said, “Three matches. I challenge you to three boxing matches, with the best of three being the winner. If you win, I’ll go out with you. If I win, you don’t ask me out and you don’t try again. Alright?”

Chan felt his stomach churn at her stipulations of the wager. Now, he likes Y/n. He may not have seriously thought about asking her out, but he always knew deep down it was a possibility. The idea of never asking her out if he lost made him feel bad. What if he did lose and wanted to ask her out again in the future? Was he willing to jeopardize a potentially beautiful relationship over three little matches?

Apparently.

With a defiant nod, he held his hand out, which she shook. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

Following her into the boxing ring, he taped up his hands and tried to psych himself up. He must really be stupid to agree to this. But he made his bed. Now he had to go lie in it.

Turning to face her, she nodded and got into the proper stance. “Alright, on my count. One, two, three, go!”

The first match was over before it began. All it took was a quick swipe of her leg and her even faster reflexes to pin him. Tapping out, Chan huffed and trudged to his corner again. This was not the victory he wanted. He was too in his head about this and he knew it. He needed to clear his mind, take a deep breath, and treat this like an actual training match. There was nothing on the line, there was nothing in his way. Just him and her, sparring in the ring, just like always.

He could do this.

In the second match, he was better. He was quick and dodged her preliminary attack. As she recovered, he got a couple hits in and kept her on her toes. Watching her openings, he made sure to strike fast and strike hard. He was doing really well.

Until she landed a particularly good hit on his shoulder. As he tried to recover, she landed blow after blow after blow, hitting him with a flurry of punches and kicks. Before too long, he was pinned on the floor again, tapping out.

Panting hard, he wiped the sweat off of his face. She stood up and held out her hand to him, which he took. Now on his feet, he shook the hand he was still holding onto.

“You always were a phenomenal fighter, Y/n.” Chan told her. “And I hope now that all of this is over, we can still fight with each other. You’re my favorite partner.”

“We can still be partners.”

He nodded and smiled, though his heart wasn’t in it. “Well, I’m going to shower. I’m sure Hoshi is going to want to go over that big mission coming up soon. They’re going to need their getaway driver to be ready, you know.”

As he turned, he paused as she called out. “You don’t have to go. We still have one more fight.”

Chan furrowed his eyebrows. “Y/n, I lost. You won, best two out of three. The wager is over.”

With a cheeky smile, she shook her head. “No, it’s not over yet. Besides, I really wanna see how this last fight will play out.”

“You’ll beat me.” His answer slipped out before he could stop himself.

“Perhaps,” She shrugged before beckoning him towards her, “Unless I even the playing field. Come here, I know something that we’re both good at.”

Dropping to the floor, she held her arm out. He snorted. “Arm wrestling? Really?”

“What?” She challenged him. “Afraid you’ll lose?”

Shaking his head, he got on the ground as well. Clasping hands, he gave her another determined nod. Either he was going to go out in a blaze of glory or burn in shame for years to come. But it didn’t matter all that much. He was having fun and that’s what mattered to him.

When she nodded as well, she counted off and the challenge began. She was strong. She always has been. But Chan had been working out a lot more lately, especially his upper body and arms. So even though she put up a good fight, he beat her.

Laughing, she stood up, dusted off her hand, and held it out to him. “Congratulations, Chan.”

He shook her hand. “I may have one but that doesn’t-”

Before he could finish his response, she pressed her lips to his. At first he was caught off guard, but he managed to reciprocate before she pulled away. He was about to ask her what that was all about when she spoke first.

“Look, just because I said you couldn’t ask me out doesn’t mean I can’t ask you out.” She explained. “So, Chan, do you want to go out with me this weekend?”

He blinked before smiling dumbly. “Yeah. I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

Oh, and as for the rest of the dare war, Hoshi didn’t get found until DK let it slip accidentally a day later. Seungcheol almost beat him to death, while the Big Boss locked herself in her office and didn’t come out for twenty four hours. Mingyu never completed his dare and his punishment was that everyone was allowed to use his hotel for one event for free. Jeonghan swears on his life that he plans on using his event to host Seungcheol’s wedding, which also got him beaten up by Seungcheol as well.

And Chan escaped without any punishment. However, both Y/n and him agreed to adjust the details to save the poor boy's reputation. But now that he’s with you, reputation doesn’t matter quite as much as it used to.

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onlyseokmins · 2 years

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Been thinking about sucking the life out of seungkwan 😩

Omg bestie me too me tooooo he looks SO GOOD kfkdkkdlsosos if you're not thinking abt sucking Mr boo seungkwan then what's the point??.? Been thinking abt it sm had to write smth abt it 😔 sorry it's not v sexci I was too busy giggling abt how much I wrote abt boo dick at work 💀

Best friends occasionally see each other naked, right? But most best friend dynamics do not include one half of the duo having a raging crush on the other. The two of you aren’t “normal” besties — absolutely cannot be.

Because what kind of best friends end up in this kind of situation? Both of you stare open-mouthed at Seungkwan’s dick that he’d impulsively pulled out just to prove his point.

You should be laughing. You honestly really wish you could.

If you were entirely, completely, and utterly his regular old best friend of twenty-some years, you would be able to laugh it off. Joke around a bit. Poke some fun at how he stupidly whipped his dick out because of your claims of disgust about the portrayal of penises in porn.

But you’re dumb and so much in love with the man that lives rent-free in your mind even though you interact with him almost every hour of the day. And his dick is out. Right in front of you. So, you freeze, eyes glued to it.

Seungkwan thought you would be laughing as well, or maybe even cussing him out. Unaware of your inner turmoil, he’s now mentally slapping himself for not thinking things through when he's fired up. Stiff as a board (willing himself to not grow stiffer elsewhere with your gaze locked on him) and you almost moan aloud when his fingers twitch because they are the most gorgeous you’ve ever seen — of course, he’d have to have a pretty dick as well. And so, you take back everything you said before about ugly penises.

His is curved just right, not too big or too small. Long enough to certainly make your toes curl and you figure he’d still be able to stretch you perfectly for a pleasurable burn. You shift slightly in your seated position on his bed as you lick your lips.

The creak of his bedframe and rustle of his sheets is a crash back to reality for Seungkwan, a tiny gasp leaving his pillowy lips. He scrambles to pull up the waistband of his gray sweatpants but you’re faster, laying a hand on his hip and halting his movements. It causes his almost-covered length to hit against the back of your hand and while he lets out a hiss, you finally ask the question you’ve been dying to ask.

“Can I suck you off?”

“… What?!” He gapes at you. “Why? I thought you hated what penises looked like?”

“I have my complaints, yes… but yours,” you lean a bit closer and Seungkwan bites his lip at how glazed over your eyes are, “I could suck on forever.”

“What the fuck is happening?”

“Look, I have a very serious case of dickitus right now.”

“Dick-what-is?”

“We can act like this never happened and move on but you’re going to have to understand that I might need some time apart because I won’t be able to stop thinking about your dick for a while.”

His mouth opens and closes. “I’m… sorry?”

“You should be,” you point your other finger accusingly at him suddenly, “you should’ve had an ugly dick so I can have a reason to like you less!”

“I — wait. You like me? Like as in like-like? You like m — ”

“Yes, you idiot, I’m in love with you! All your nagging, our goofy fights, how you take care of me, how you make me laugh, and now your stupid dick!”

He cups the side of his head and lets out an embarrassed giggle when he sees your eyes tear up. “Are you crying because you admitted you love me or because of my dick?”

“Both? But honestly, I’d prefer to be crying solely because of your dick, yes.”

A delicate finger grazes your cheek to brush away a fallen eyelash. “But I’m not even inside you yet?”

“Boo Seungkwan!” you exclaim. “Is that how you respond to a confession? No wonder you’re single!”

“I don’t think that’s how normal people confess but I stand corrected. I’m only in your heart right now, as you are in mine. But I also wouldn’t mind being inside you in other ways.”

You gasp, amusingly half-scandalized as he gestures to your lower body before he pulls you close for a rather chaste kiss. He smiles against your lips when you tell him you two aren’t normal and he relays to you that this moment is something he’s always dreamed of, how much he likes you, and it’s all fireworks and magic between two idiots.

But of course, you make a point of giving Seungkwan the best head ever because you weren’t lying — you could really suck on him forever and as you soak up every single one of his moans, who could really blame you?

#ez.creates #jenna 🐞#sapphichui #ez.mootz #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #svt smut #Seventeen smut #kpop smut #svt.smut

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spamming u sorry do u think rafe is like quite comfortable in his sexuality (i hc him as gay) or like would struggle with it a bit

never apologize for this, I love yapping and 2. you know I think he's gay too!

I think his comfort level depends almost entirely on how Ward feels about it. There's literally no way Ward doesn't associate with the LGBTQ+ community, I'm sure he's had plenty of gay colleagues and he & Rose have done deals over dinner with same-sex couples and he's stuck a pin in his blazer during pride month and attended his college buddies mothers wedding to her lifelong best friend Marge. But when he gets home, does he have those same values or were they just for show? Lets say he does. Is he okay with his only son being gay? Lets say he is. Will he be alright with Rafe's choice of partner? Let's be honest, probably not. I think if he grew up in a more accepting home, at least by Cameron family standards, he would still carry a lot of shame. Rafe is already trying to prove himself constantly, which would be doubled in an attempt to seem more masculine and defy the stereotypes he's grown up hearing around Kildare. He would pick apart every compliment he's given in search of a joke, lead girls on just to gauge his father's reaction, and keep his sexuality to himself.

If Ward wasn't accepting, the only difference would be Rafe would get insults hurled at him between hits. Ward isn't a very involved father where Rafe and Wheezie are concerned so as long as Rafe is playing the part well, he probably doesn't care much what his son gets up to down on the cut. As long as it doesn't bleed into the north side and tarnish their family's reputation.

Ward dying could go either way; either Rafe feels set free from unattainable expectations or he lives with the guilt of never making his father truly proud of him.

But I do think he would eventually outgrow the bulk of his insecurities surrounding his sexuality, with time and world experience and Barrys reassurance.

Sometimes I like to live in a little bubble where Ward doesn't suck completely and Rafe can love freely and Barry can come over for family dinner though

#rafebarry #rafe x barry #rafe cameron

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alessabriel · 2 years

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My Perfect Girl | 1/3

Sumary: KisakiTouman! That she achieves her goal of marrying Hinata Tachibana, being the only man in her life, and getting Takemichi out of the way. To have a perfect life, and a perfect sweet girl.

• CW: incest between father and daughter, described sexual scenes, daddy kink at its best, gagging, vanilla sex, oral fixation, chirophilia, voyeurism, female and male masturbation, cunnilingus, blowjob, deep throat, fingering, anal and vaginal fingering, compliments, hard sex.

Although Kisaki Tetta felt victorious when he finally obtained what he worked so hard for, with the passage of time that joy gradually diminished, and that is, if he had loved Tachibana Hinata but unfortunately he had fallen in love with an idealization of what that he could remember of her. She wasn't the perfect mate or woman, not by a long shot.

It was ridiculous if they even asked him.

In hindsight he thought it would be the same, that she would be the perfect woman but he was wrong and found himself tied to a dull, ridiculous and insipid marriage. A disgrace in itself, he couldn't even conceive of being in the same room as Hinata because he wasn't excited about it, there weren't any butterflies and it sickened him that she was so…so submissive around her.

I expect much? Maybe.

And as if that were not enough, Mikey openly mocked his misfortune while he had her twin sitting on his lap, perverted as he was and just as Taboo in a damn criminal organization that ruled the underworld of all Japan, it was what less.

In silence I admire how the blonde named Manami got up with difficulty from her older brother's legs, surely it was more difficult for her when before she was being fucked in the middle of the meeting and had to remain silent, the slowness in her movements served Mikey to cover herself Kisaki mentally thanked him.

"Have Sanzu take you home darling," the older twin instructed with loving care.

Only one nod in response before he retreated from the room altogether, giving a feeble farewell was Kisaki.

And Kisaki felt dying seeing the relatively mocking and amused expression, wanting to hit him between the eyebrows with a bullet.

“Tachibana was just smoke for you in the end, wasn't it? Tetta” commented Mikey mockingly before getting up “By the way congratulations on your wife's pregnancy”

And Kisaki hate her current situation even more, I hate her with all her soul.

×××

Although his feelings towards Hinata did not exist. his feelings for his daughter were intense; he loved her little girl, I adore her and that little infant completely had her soul. Since he knew that this first-born or that first-born had arrived in this world, his life melted in a matter of moments when he met a sweet princess with a pale complexion, plump in a cute way and fluffy in a strange dark tone, and caught her heart as her finger was caught between that sweet little hand.

Hinata at that moment felt happy, happy that her husband showed her love for her daughter and her life seemed to smile at her, everything would improve.

No one expected what would happen.

×××

As the years went by, the Kisaki marriage only deteriorated more and Hinata could only press her lips together in a straight line, it was not a disastrous marriage but it was dull, monotonous and without spark. The only thing that made her happy was teaching, her hobbies and her beautiful girl who shone for all the good things as well as the moments they spent with the family, because her marriage could be off but her daughter would receive the love of both of them.

And that was when she began to notice it, her daughter, since she was little, proved to be an extremely intelligent girl, cute, attentive and kind, and all these characteristics amazed Kisaki.

Hinata just bit her tongue when she saw her daughter being the center of her husband's attention, as Kisaki had you as the reason for her happiness.

Hinata silently and unconsciously began to hate her daughter because she had the affection she wanted, not knowing what her fate would hold for her.

×××

The Kisaki couple always proved to be perfection incarnate; an exemplary wife whose profession was to be a teacher, working in one of the best schools in Japan and her husband was not far behind; owner of an empire that he built since the decline of the past in the hands of his parents (the public did not know of his criminal activities) both having a daughter that every father of a family would like to be in his hearts; scholar and a genius at fifteen years of age, next in line to an empire. Despite knowing that general information was of no use, because nobody knew the identity of that perfect family with which they speculate. They had no faces, only rumours.

They did not know the blood, manipulation and hatred sheltered behind that perfect family.

And that was perfect, too perfect because that way you didn't have to pretend before people who lived above the water, much less tolerate your mother outside school hours, you hated those hypocritical looks of pride when other teachers praised you and of maternal love when some of her aunts congratulated her behavior, the same ones who hid daggers behind their pupils.

She was ridiculous, bland and inept.

That's why you simply ran away as soon as the bell was rung, waving farewells to your friends and friends, all acquaintances from your father's underworld, to wait for him in the entrance hall of the school, with your gaze fixed on the screen of your phone admiring in Silence the last messages from your father, wishing you a great day and promising you an outing together, just the two of you. It was inevitable not to rejoice with joy, you could still taste the sweet rancor in your mother's eyes when she found out about your scheduled departure and without the opportunity for her to join. You could still remember the authoritative voice of your Dad denying him to join, it was something special and it was planned from the beginning.

Once you caught a glimpse of your father's car in the parking lot you didn't hesitate to get out, clutching the larger coat even tighter around yourself.

And Kisaki could only smile once, he admired you face to face recognizing of course that coat better than anyone after all it was his, but he didn't have the heart to take it from you since you looked adorable with it and he tried to pretend that something deep inside twisted when he saw you dress his clothes. Something that didn't even wake up with his wife, something that shouldn't exist and forced to hide in the depths of his mind. Seeking to distract himself from your figure dressed in that uniform that only made you look like a pretty doll covered with her coat, she could almost feel her pulse buzzing in her ears from seeing how the length of the coat covered almost all of your skirt, leaving your slender and shapely legs behind. his view being completely covered by a pair of long black socks that only called him, seeking to escape those thoughts I hug you and kiss your forehead, so he would not see you completely but it was of little use when your sweet voice reached his ears.

"Hello daddy, did you like the lunch? I tried hard to do it, you had said you wanted to try that food for a while" you commented still with your arms around your Dad, your arms around his torso feeling the muscles under the layers of clothing elegant that only made him more attractive and for a few moments you hid in the hollow between his shoulder and neck deeply inhaling his scent; such a subtle yet fresh cologne, a bitter scent permeating his light gray vest that you could tell was the result of cigarette smoke or cleaning chemicals, after all your Uncle Hanma was careless sometimes. But the fact that your Dad returned the hug with the same intensity, feeling how he sniffed your hair to relax and caressed you, only made you rub your legs together "I missed you so much Daddy"

Kisaki shivered slightly as your voice emerged against his neck in a sweet and tender croak, sharp and sensitive, as you rubbed your perfect little face on his clothes holding on even tighter, he had to bite his tongue to keep from doing something stupid. He ended the hug giving you a kiss on the forehead that you received with a pout on your lips making them bulge and he chose to open the door for you to enter, once you were upstairs he closed the door without even caring that his wife was still on campus, he did not want to see her .

"Lunch was delicious, darling, and I missed you too," the eldest finally answered once he was in the car, with one hand he took a piece of candy that was in one of the pockets of his suit and extended it to you. Kisaki knew how much you loved sweets and how Hinata made an effort not to let you eat them with the pretext that they would make you fat "It's strawberries with cream"

The mere mention of the flavor nearly snatched the candy out of his hand, but not before kissing your Dad's cheek in thanks.

The car ride with Dad was always calm and relaxed, you didn't have to be alert or on guard for your Mother's suffocating presence. And with all the pleasure in the world you opened the fancy wrapper popsicle to put it in your mouth, that flavor was your favorite.

Kisaki was just totally focused on the street but when he heard your soft moan of satisfaction he pressed the steering wheel harder and tried not to see you but the world conspired against him because he reached a red light and out of the corner of his eye he managed to see how you got the candy from your mouth leaving a thin thread of saliva that you cut with your tongue to walk it through the candy and his mind took that as an incentive for later.

"Daddy you're going out with me right?" you questioned taking the candy out of your mouth and looking at your Dad with a pout that you couldn't help, it was inevitable not to behave like that when you felt so safe with him.

The blonde just inhaled and exhaled taking strength to see your angelic face, the same one that his mind betrayed with one of his fantasies; seeing her covered in her cum, dripping from her plump, plush lips covering your tender features but her self-control was strong. Kisaki gave you a smile before continuing to drive.

“Yes princess, our departure continues the same. What your mother says little or nothing interests me, so don't worry” the eldest calmed down without seeing you.

And with that, your resentful discomfort calmed down a little, just a little and it was completely extinguished when you saw the gallery on your phone, compromising photos of an inept and an incompetent.

You really were a Kisaki, you always would be and you were your Father's greatest love and pride; Kisaki Tetta.

The rest of the trip was enlivened by the new music that Father and Daughter had begun to listen to.

Same trip that ended when the door of the only apartment on the last floor of the building was opened from the inside, leaving the minor with the keys in her hand, and that was when Hinata's irritating voice rebuked them in a veiled manner.

"I didn't know that you would go for our daughter honey" commented the older one looking at how you only smiled before taking your backpack from your Dad's hands to leave without even giving a minimum greeting. Hinata wanted to make you return the hair but Tetta's hard look on her made him ignore that impulse "Why didn't you wait for me to leave together?"

Kisaki could only bite his tongue and shrug his shoulders, trying to watch his daughter lock herself in his room and so it happened.

“Last time I almost crashed because of your fight with our daughter because of your unsubstantiated comments from the shit itself. That's why Hinata ”Kisaki answered obviously to enter her apartment leaving her behind her“ I'll go to my office, try not to bother me ”

And so Kisaki managed to withdraw from the presence of his wife. In his office he was lost in paperwork that distracted him, that is until the vivid memory of the sensation of his daughter's clothed breasts touching his chest and how he ate that candy, so enthusiastically taking it out and putting it back in your mouth cupping your cheeks , as you saw him with bright, innocent and sweet eyes. Your beautiful angel face, with rosy cheeks and brightly moist lips.

When I least expect it, his cock reacted to your memories, you in school uniform with the short pleated skirt that fell covering your hips and the beginning of your thighs but being so short and rising in the back by the generous chubby cheeks of your ass. , button down blouse that left very little to the imagination allowing a glimpse of your erect and hard nipples, as your shapely legs as white as ivory were slightly tightened by the waistband of your long black socks, which I wanted to cover with his cumshot and your juices therefore make you squirt.

All a schoolgirl, beautiful, cute and exquisite in his sight.

He felt hard inside his pants, and without even caring about anything, Kisaki pulled his cock out of the confines of his clothes, giving it some light pumps and dedicating himself to imagining his little daughter, his sweet and only firstborn, impaled on his cock, with her dripping pussy. soaking his pants and his slutty expression that cried out for more, he could almost hear your cute little needy voice in front of him.

∆ “More Daddy, m-more, fuck me Daddy” ∆

Not letting himself be carried away by his imagination, he chose to take his cell phone, unlocking it with his fingerprint to go directly to the gallery where he quickly hit an entire photo album that he was taking secretly (he was trying to pretend that he did not know that you were intentionally posing carelessly for him). ), as well as downloaded photos of his beautiful girl, he did not leave aside his cock, caressing it from top to bottom slowly, carefully provoking himself, dragging his fist around his shaft and he was even more motivated with the first photo that spanked him in the face when I entered the application, one where you were sitting in front of the mirror with a black pleated skirt, long stockings and a sinful tight white blouse that allowed to see your chest without a bra exposing your hard nipples. That time he only asked you for a photo of how you were dressed to go out to dinner, not wanting to force you to go to a restaurant where you would feel uncomfortable and he felt his cock tremble in his hand when, in the background of the photo, he could see behind the wall. a dildo attached to it and by your flushed, needy and excited expression I could bet it was for him.

"Princess" whimpered the elder, with a growl that he had no intention of making.

But it was inevitable for him when the next photo in his gallery showed you sitting in the chair near the armored window of his office, with your legs shyly apart, revealing your pretty black panties, while making a circle in front of to your lips and tongue. Kisaki Tetta wasn't stupid, he knew what it meant. More fervently he pumped his cock seeking to cum, there was a litany of pictures of you on his cell phone that he could jerk off to.

With a sigh he quickened the rhythm of his hand on his cock, when a photo of you that was the most innocent captured his attention and he felt dying when he wanted to cum on your delicate features, when his cock felt sore from cumming and when he did, when white strings of his semen painted the screen of his phone he could only sigh in satisfaction, which lowered considerably when he heard Hinata's irritating voice behind the door.

"My love, do you want to have dinner?"

Resigned and still with the vibrating sensations of his orgasm running through his veins, he put on his pants and cleaned his cell phone well, to clear his throat and respond. He wouldn't let her into his office.

"I said don't bother me Hinata"

With those harsh words Hinata could only endure and leave her husband's office, to walk down the hall to her daughter's room. Although at times he hated her at others, he liked to eat with her, so with her knuckles he knocked three times waiting to hear your voice, which came not too late.

"Y-yes, what's wrong, Mom?" your voice was breathy and overly needy, almost as if you were crying.

And Hinata felt like a lousy mother, to the point of making you cry and lock you in your room, her heart squeezed with pain.

Little did Hinata know.

She was unaware or rather, she did not know what was happening in her daughter's room, how you touched yourself without mercy, torturing your little clitoris sitting at the foot of your bed with your eyes fixed on your screen with videos of your Dad being so fucking hard with his subordinates, shouting orders and more photos where he came out bloodied, straining his arms. Your gaze fixed on your Dad's slender, rough hands, wanting with a boiling desire that he would wrap them around your waist as he fucked you up the ass embedded in your Mom's office table, longing for you to hold her thighs as he felt. his long fat cock rearranging your insides in the best possible way, making you squirt with pleasure and crowning your fantasies, imagining that your Daddy would wrap one of his perfect hands around your neck and suffocate you, your pussy oozing more juices just imagining it.

"Daughter are you okay?" Hinata questioned doubtfully and regretfully.

You could only try to regulate your voice, not to moan so loud but seeing your perfect Daddy in the videos and photos only made your pussy more wet, you wouldn't stop for her. Not when it was just a momentary concern and then it would be the same.

"Leave me alone mom, I-I don't want to eat" you tried hard so that your voice didn't come out so cut off.

You had a hard time keeping quiet and pumping your fingers into your wet hole, caressing your rubbery walls that oozed juices soaking your fingers and causing an embarrassing sloshing sound, a wet sloshing that grew firmer and fiercer when in all your excitement you strangled yourself. yourself, seeking to resemble the possible feeling that your daddy hanged you and it was when your mom finally left, that you were able to sob at the top of your lungs letting go of that knot in your stomach along with your wet orgasm.

"Daddy, D-daddy I want cock" you whimpered once soothing your hands to continue caressing you through your orgasm, rubbing your natural juices into your wet folds and smearing them on your tits with hard pinches "Daddy, daddy fuck me"

And with no apparent end, you kept touching yourself thinking about your Daddy without knowing that your Father did the same.

There will be a second part of this filth, I actually wrote with my dick and it was great but EYE I don't approve of this type of relationship, It's just fiction R18+ so enjoy it or go to hell and yes, I am of legal age. I hope I didn't cause bleeding eyes because of my mistakes, anyway ✨🖤🤙🏼

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev #sub tokyo revengers x reader #kisaki tetta #Kisaki Touman!#Kisaki Tetta x reader #Kisaki Tetta x Y/n #Kisaki Tetta x Daughter reader!#Cw.incest #Kisaki Tetta x reader daughter! Smut #tokyo revengers kisaki tetta #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers x y/n

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Heeyyy I see ur request is open, can I request how ateez would react on trying period cramp simulator?? Like their s/o brought them the device and forces them to have a taste of how it feels to be at the verge of dying every once a month 🤧

How Ateez react to :

trying on period cramps simulator.

HONGJOONG.

That man loves a challenge and is a sore loser. Of course he would agree to do it and brag about being able to endure it better than anyone. Until the pain gets so crazy he has to rip the thing off and throw it away, storming off cause he couldn’t go through it in the end.

“That was a stupid idea anyway”

(he still would be extremely soft with you whenever that time of the month would hit and cuddle you anytime you’d curl into a ball in bed, having learned about the pain in the hardest way)

SEONGHWA.

Gritted teeth, bit of cursing, couple tears sprinkling in the corner of his eyes from the pain but also the thought of you going through this every month. He would apologize for no reason, like he’s the reason why you’re in pain but in the end he would manage quite well. The whole experience would probably make him more conscious about your period and he would show up every month with your favorite ice cream and suggest you’d watch your favorite movie together, probably asking “is it painful?” every two minutes.

YUNHO.

Yunho is the most caring, sensitive boyfriend, so it’s no surprise to have him suggesting the idea himself just so he knows what you’re experiencing. He’s that type of partner, the one always eager to connect with you in any kind of way. He would probably hold your hand and endure the pain without a word, biting the inside of his cheek while intertwining your fingers together a little tighter when the pain gets unbearable.

“I wish I could take that pain away from you every month” he’d say, kissing your lips and proving himself to be, once again, the best boyfriend ever.

YEOSANG.

Would ask about the accuracy of the whole experience and wonder how they can possibly simulate actual period cramps just so it would save him some time before trying. He’d be surprisingly good at it, never showing any kind of emotion up until the very end where he would eventually cry out and pull you into his arms for a warm hug, calling you a Soldier for handling this stuff every month.

“You’re my hero”

SAN.

Whiny. So so so so so whiny.

He would probably talk in pout and complain a lot about how ridiculous that is and how you can’t possibly go through this every month because that’s just not “human”. There’s a high chance you’d end up being the one comforting him in the end cause he’d act like a baby - but then again, he’s so cute when he’s begging for attention.

“Why did you make me do this? I thought you loved me”

MINGI.

Lots of swearing. Slamming his thighs with both hands. Looking up to the ceiling. Biting his lip. Cursing through his teeth. Mingi would be an absolute sweaty mess but he would never surrender and go through the whole process just to prove how much he cares.

“Fuck this shit!” (repeated three to four times for maximum impact)

WOOYOUNG.

screaming. bloody. murder.

He would be so loud the neighbors would probably consider calling the cops on you, thinking you’re actually murdering him. I’m talking rolling over the floor kicking his feet in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs, begging for it to stop. The most absolute drama queen.

“I will never, ever make fun of your period mood swings again” he would pant with one hand resting upon his chest.

JONGHO.

He wouldn’t even flinch one bit and go through it all without batting an eyelash, maybe even look bored at some point when it gets too long and he doesn’t feel a thing.

“I don’t see what’s so bad about it to be honest?”

#ateez #ateez reaction #ateez imagine #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jung yunho #kang yeosang #song mingi #choi san #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

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daffodilsonaprettystring · 1 year

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I just saw someone on SOC twitter say that Matthias is worse than the Darkling

That same person also said Wylan was illiterate and gay and that’s all he has going for him and that he and Jesper were the token side gays

………….TELL ME YOU DONT UNDERSTAND COMPLEX CHARACTERS WITHOUT TELLING ME YOU DONT UNDERSTAND COMPLEX CHARACTERS

LIKE GENUINELY

Wtf,?????

Matthias was raised and manipulated in under severe religious views and when he realized that they were wrong he did EVERYTHING in his power to change it.

THE DARKLING COMMITED MASS GENOCIDE AND SOLD INNOCENT GIRLS TO ABUSERS AND MANIPULATED A YOUNG GIRL THEN PROCEEDED TO TREAT HER LIKE HIS PROPERTY AND DIDNT GIVE A FUCK WHO HE HURT IN THE PROCESS INCLUDING THE GIRL DARKLINAS CLAIM HE LOVES???

Listen even going I to the show KNOWING Darkles was bad, I still fell for Darklina. Ben Barnes is extremely charismatic and yeah Darkles was a good actor and it was hard not to fall for his charm. But that’s exactly what it was: charm, and acting. We got to see so much more of his manipulation and true dark side this season, yet people still try to say he’s misunderstood and just fighting for the Grisha. No?? He’s tryna take over the damn country and keep Alina under his thumb in the process??

Do not ever compare Matthias, who died doing what was right, to Darkles who died because his ass got hit with some well earned karma. They are nothing alike.

(This is not to say Darkles isn’t also a complex character; I really enjoyed the show giving him that backstory with the Heartrender girl he loved dying and the scene where Baghra died in his arms had me feeling very bad for him, even knowing what he’s done. But that’s the thing; you can see Darkles as a complex character and still acknowledge that he is an AWFUL human being. There is no redemption for him, and he deserved the ending he got. Darkling stans take the “complex character” term and run far past the finish line with it to the point where they idolize this guy to insane levels. Just—try to remember what you’re saying when you say Darklina should have been endgame. You’re saying Alina’s and Zoya’s manipulator and the reason Genya was abused for YEARS should end up with the girl he claimed to love even though he literally used her as a tool for his own gain and didn’t give a fuck about her own wishes? Please guys.no. )

AND WYLAN?? How dare you reduce him to the stereotypical side gay. My man spent this entire season proving his worth, and he and Jesper, while admittedly moved fast, were the most stable ship in the show for a goddamn reason. Wylan has been through hell, fuck all of the crows have, and yet they all still manage to hold some good inside them.

(Yes, even Kaz. I don’t care what anyone says, that man still wants to be good for those he cares about (Yes Inej but also the other Crows) along with being a crime lord. I did a whole presentation on it for my seminar last semester. Fight me.)

The reason SOC fans love those books is because Leigh Bardugo blessed us with these incredibly dynamic characters who are flawed and human and make mistakes but at the end of the day are just kids trying to make it through life the best way they can, and doing it as a FAMILY. Shadow and Bone, while still very good books, is missing that vital piece somehwere in the Malina Darklina ship war.

This was such a long rant I’m sorry

TLDR: Darkles sucks Matthias deserves better and Wylan is still my favorite Grishaverse character ever don’t dump on him or I’m coming for your eyeballs Kazzle Dazzle style

#shadow and bone #wylan hendriks #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #matthias helvar #darkling slander #six of crows #leigh bardugo #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone season 2 #shadow and bone rant #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik #crooked kingdom

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halcyon-writings · 2 years

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HI *twirls hair* what if u wrote abt dislyte boys (of ur choosing) being carried by their s/o after they get hurt?

I haven’t written for them yet so I’m gonna do Tang Xuan and Li Ling! But also lowkey *shakes them* please why is floor 80 so hard jdgksjgkds

these are also gonna be in hc format (yall pls remember to add in if you want hcs or a fic/scenario)

cw/tw: minor injuries, but nothing graphically described, some spoilers for character lore/backstory.

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Like all missions for the Esper Union, there is a certain level of risk one must realize that they have to accept. Tang Xuan was no exception to this risk. While he normally wasn't the one having to deal with any sort of injuries (despite his excitable nature, he knew when to be careful), there were times where he too ended up having to make a trip to the medical tent on site to get treatment from whoever had accompanied them.

And unfortunately for him, he was a bit more injured than what he would have been happy with. (It was after Yun had left the Union. Not that he would have admitted it, but Xuan was certainly not completely at his best. Distracted? Totally.) Which was how he ended up with blood on his temple, and his foot giving a searing pain anytime he put pressure on it. So getting to the medical tent was a bit more of a struggle than what he would have liked.

He had known you were a part of this mission as well, but seeing as how you had your own responsibilities, the esper wasn't expecting to see you so soon. Your expression shocked but also worried for him. Having confided in you with what had happened with his brother but still not deciding to take a break from the Union, as the miramon certainly wouldn't take breaks for him either, your concern practically doubled-no, tripled.

What he wasn't expecting however, was one of your arms going underneath his knees, and the other behind his back as you had lifted him into your arms, keeping him close to yourself. Despite his slightly woozy state, Xuan feels a rush of heat on his face. Stammering that he didn't need to be carried only for you to insist otherwise and keep going along. The fact that you had cared enough to do so, even though it was a little embarrassing, warmed his heart just a bit. Once the embarrassment settles, he’s happy to be carried by you, laughter most likely caused by adrenaline (and maybe a little bit of embarrassment).

Contrary to his friend, a certain long haired and rambunctious young man has a slightly different reaction. Li Ling's own prideful nature, probably wouldn't realize he has to go to see someone for an injury unless he's almost dying. (Just kidding, but it's definitely one of those "It's my injury stay out of it." moments.) He sees that his strength is far above that of either miramon or Shadow Decree members, so how could they hurt him of all people? Plus he’s just that good that he wouldn’t get distracted, right?

Wrong. Even despite his skill as an Esper, he wasn’t infallible. Li Ling’s still a human after all. So when he’s unexpectedly attacked, a simple patrol didn’t warrant his attention as much as other work did, he unfortunately let his judgement slip just this once. A lucky hit, he grumbles, while your frank look proves your disbelief. Thankfully it wasn’t just him caught off-guard, otherwise he surely wouldn’t live down the embarrassment.

Only he stumbles once you convince (according to him: nag) him enough to go see any of the Union’s several medical specialists. That's when you decide he probably shouldn't walk the rest of the way there. Unceremoniously, you take him in your arms, and carry him the rest of the way while he makes a rather embarrassing noise that's a mix between a yell and a squawk. He insists that he is more than capable of walking himself and you respond dryly with just, "and do what? bump into a miramon if they so happen to appear again?"

He grumbles. Face flushed and expression flustered because even with his more fearsome reputation, there is undoubtedly going to be stares. (Xuan and Lewis stare in awe because no one has ever really made him speechless like that before, and he simply flips them off at hearing an awkward cough hiding a laugh.) Even with the short walk there, Li Ling will admit that it's kind of nice to be carried around like this (as with his extra arms, he's probably doing most of the carrying), will probably start getting comfy only when you actually have to put him down, but he'll never admit that. Although for his sake, indulge him once in a while, would you?

#dislyte x reader #dislyte imagines #tang xuan x reader #li ling x reader #dislyte tang xuan x reader #dislyte li ling x reader #dislyte x you #dislyte imagine #mine

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onyxedskies · 2 years

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thinking so much about the way how crests and relics shaped everyone

not even in just the obvious ways, either. i mean personality-wise.

the descendants of fraldarius wield the aegis shield. every one of them is a protector — glenn in duscur, rodrigue at gronder, and felix in every moment of the war.

the descendants of gautier wield the lance of ruin. one way or another, they’re all “ruiners” or “destroyers” — matthias with his family, miklan with the villages he and his thieves went through, and sylvain with his relationships.

the descendants of daphnel wield luín. luín of celtchair is what it was likely named after, the lance of irish literature that was dangerous for wielder and foe alike, could light aflame in an instant if not doused. fiery, unpredictable, and unyielding, just as ingrid and judith are.

the descendants of riegan wield failnaught. they cannot afford to fail — duke riegan in the round table conferences, and claude in hiding his identity and changing the minds of those in his care as far as the view of foreigners go.

the descendants of gloucester wield thyrsus. thyrsus was the staff of dionysus, greek god of fruitfulness. both erwin and lorenz take their duties as nobles incredibly seriously — they need to be the best to protect their citizens and be the most fruitful territory in leicester to prove that their territory is doing well.

the descendants of goneril wield freikugel. freikugel got its name from the german romantic opera der freischütz, translating approximately to the freeshooter. in the play, the main character must prove he is a brilliant marksman and makes a deal with the devil to ensure it — the devil will give him 6 magic bullets that are guaranteed to hit any target they’re shot at and 1 bullet controlled by the devil itself. the gonerils are similar — upstanding nobles and citizens, yes, but one is gripped and controlled by sin, as hilda often succumbs to sloth.

the descendants of dominic wield crusher. they crush the things in their way — gustave crushed his family as they were in the way of him repaying his sins, baron dominic crushed the loyalty he had for the kingdom to protect his people, and annette crushed the obstacles in her way of reuniting with her father, both school-wise and not.

the descendants of lamine use the rafail gem. rafail is another spelling of raphael, the name of an archangel meaning “god has healed”. the known ancestors exhibit different aspects of the name — mercedes is a healer, and jeritza was molded to be the best servant he could be for thales, a higher power, just as raphael was created to be gods servant.

the descendants of charon wield thunderbrand. just as the name suggests, the wielders are quick and sharp as thunder, with catherine being sharp, fast, and fiery.

the descendants of blaiddyd wield areadbhar. areadbhar directly translates to “slaughterer” and was a spear in irish mythology that needed to be submerged in water to prevent it from igniting. this is similar to the blaiddyds we’ve seen — their incredible strength, yes, but their personality as well. lambert was set on a cause — relations with duscur — and it “ignited” him, so to speak. it was his prime motivation, and he could not be talked down from it. dimitri’s “ignition” was edelgard — until gronder, he would stop at nothing but getting her head or dying himself. rufus was ignited to take over the kingdom, even if that had just been cornelia’s voice in his head telling him to do so.

they all represent their relics and ancestors, even if you have to think a little bit to see it.

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