#KATANA FACE REVEAL!!!!!!!!!

[lavender-draw]

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

PHIGHTING COMMUNITY THIS IS FUCKING GREAT

WE DIDNT GET HYPER FACE REVEAL LIKE SODA SAID BUT!!!!!! WE GOT SOMETHING ELSE!!!!! FREE SKIN!!!!!! THATS LORE RELATED!!!!!! AND CANON!!!!!!!!!

this was from the phighting discord!!!!!!!!!

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

I've been having archenemesis brain riot this past few days and I just had an hilarious hc.

I was thinking... What was Izana's reaction when Mucho decided to bring Sanzu? Because let's be honest, Izana is not someone who would trust easily (specially a stranger). And Sanzu got a ticket for Izana's inner circle! So he would has his doubts, right? (Completly justified, tbh) And who was Izana's common sense? Kakucho, obviously!

So picture this, the s62 just met Sanzu for the first time. And this conversation happens:

Izana: I don't like him. Why Mucho had to bring him here?

Kakucho: Izana, the poor boy didn't do anything. He almost didn't even talked.

Izana: Yeah, that's weird. He gives me the creeps wearing that damn mask all the time...

Kakucho: He doesn't like showing his scars, are you really judging him for that?

Izana: ...

Kakucho: Yes?

Izana: Why are you on his side? You're my servant, mine!

Kakucho: (sighing with infinite patience) I'm not on his side Izana, I don't even know him. But I trust Mucho and Mucho trusts Sanzu. That's enough for me.

Izana: Fine. But I still don't trust him.

Kakucho: Fine.

A few doritos later...

I hated you since the moment I met you.

Same, it was hate at first sight.

(Look at them, so happy that anyone is denying them the right to kill each other! 🤣)

Obviously, the archnemesis brain riot was shared with @just-sp-in-inginthevoid (and grew a lot bigger thanks to that, best way of coping with canon xD)

[ox-idised]

LMAO at least u thought of me

absolute banger art……….

[nosyrobin]

Twin!reader who’s scared of the dark but won’t admit it: I’m not scared, I’m not scared. I’m a hero…I can do this..

(Reader stares down in the deep and dark hallway after watching a horror movie. Swearing they heard a sound.)

Twin!reader who is now scared: DAMIANNNNN!!!

(Damian is immediately running through the darkness with determination as his sibling senses are tingling)

Damian pulling out his katana even in his sleepwear: WHATS WRONG?! IS SOMEONE AFTER YOU?? WHO DO I NEED TO END??!

Twin!reader: I don’t mean to bother you..but I’m scared to get a glass of water by myself…and I don’t want to bother Alfred.

(Damian immediately puts his twin on his back as he marches straight ahead through the dark hallway)

Damian: Don’t fret, I’m here to protect you. Monsters, ghosts, those aren’t real my dear sibling—

Twin!reader: THEN WHAT IS THAT?!

(Twin!reader points to a ghostly face that’s approaching the two as Damian then started to shake in his boots. The ghostly face moans in pain as it inches closer.)

Twin!reader who is now crying : DAMI GOO!!

(Damian book ups upstairs holding twin!reader on his back still as the tan boy runs into his room and locks it)

The lights turn on in the hallway to reveal the ghostly face was actually Tim who had not get enough sleep.

Tim: Those damned demon spawns….

[biolumien]

rooftop smoke

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader mentions of smoking wordcount: 1270

you weren’t drafted into the kaiju war effort because you were particularly strong or even because you were particularly good with handling a gun or a sword. 

you’re a ballistics expert. 

you’ve helped to perfect the rounds that izumo tech makes for guns, helped perfect missiles in the name of eradicating kaiju. you were hand-picked for the third division by mina ashiro herself, her thirst for revenge against kaiju rivaling your own. 

you’d met soshiro hoshina through mina, too. 

you remember him, at first. almost twitchy, a fresh-faced stranger to the third division, desperate to prove himself. the two of you had gotten along quite well—enough to share a strained kiss or two after a tough battle or two, initially—but the two of you had never talked about it for any longer than a faint touch of the lips, and you’d tasted something floral and fruity on his tongue, like he’d indulged in some kind of candy before he left to fight. 

but you’d never talked about it at all beyond a quick well-wishing for his safety before he holstered the katanas at the back of his suit, and turned away to meet his destiny. 

in the days after the fungal honju and yoju attack, you find yourself hanging out with hoshina—there’s an unspoken agreement, here—hoshina could have easily lost his life to kaiju no.8, which was still at large. 

“fancy a smoke?” hoshina holds out the pack of cigarettes to you—it’s the kind you like specifically—a little too sweet for most people, with an underlying cloy of tar that gets most people. 

“mm. when don’t i?” you say, taking the pack from him. “thought you didn’t. smoke, i mean. doesn’t it ruin your whole…” as you pull a cigarette from the pack, you gesture at him. “your whole image?” 

he snickers, a peek of a fang showing at the corner of his mouth. 

“i bought them for you,” he says. “lend me your ear for a moment, yeah?” 

so that’s how you wind up on the rooftop with hoshina. 

he’s staring daggers at the horizon, his jacket ever-so-slightly unzipped to reveal the hints of his collarbones. you definitely don’t stare, not even a little. 

tokyo’s skyline is peaceful. quiet. there is still reconstruction to do after the previous honju attacks–but it’s quiet for now, with no kaiju in sight. 

you flick open your lighter, snapping it several times to produce a small and unsteady flame. there’s a breeze, strong enough that the flame almost goes out, and hoshina leans forward to cup the flame in his palm, his crimson eyes peeking out for a moment. 

“what’s with the intense expression?” you drawl, taking a long drag of your cigarette, letting a puff of smoke escape your lips. “mighty scary there, hoshina.” 

hoshina’s usually all smiles—the cold kind that never reach his eyes, and this one is no different. he leans on his cheek, stares at you. he smirks. 

“thinking about last night,” he says, the smile on his lips twisting the tone of his words. “might’ve said a few things here and there, y’know. to the newbies.”

you stare for a moment. 

the newbies had gotten closer than you’d expected them to—you’d hardly gotten to know your fellow soldiers when you were inducted into the force, quite frankly—your skillset as a ballistics engineer kept you far and away from the majority of any grueling training, of seeing beloved companions being taken away in body bags. 

“ah, i get it. you told the newbies they weren’t allowed to fraternize. and now you’re getting cold feet about all of this?” you guess, sharp wit as always. hoshina snorts, pushing back from the railing of the rooftop before stepping closer to you. 

his bangs fall in front of his eyes, and in faint moonlight, you can see the faintest blemishes of his skin, where he might have scratched at his face too hard. 

“you don’t want this?” hoshina’s voice is quiet. 

“i’ve always been honest about what i want, soshiro,” you say. “just wondering if you know what you want.”

“what i want,” hoshina says. he sounds almost bitter as he looks away. “i want to be useful.” the pale column of his neck is something indeed. 

“you’re vice captain of the third division,” you say. “and mina’s yet to reach her full potential. she’ll be climbing up there in the ranks, with you by her side.” 

“using an obsolete method of kaiju slaying that hasn’t been useful for a century,” hoshina says, his placid demeanor belying bitter frustration underneath. he sighs for a moment. “i’m only useful in the sense that mina might still want something from me. without that, am i truly of use to anyone? am i any better than some toy you pick up for a little while, have your fun with, and then throw away?”

you take another drag of your cigarette, letting the smoke fill your lungs for a moment before you exhale upwards, careful not to get smoke in his face. 

hoshina laughs. 

“you’re useful to me,” you say. “a cliche line, i know. no romance behind it.” 

hoshina watches you, the peek of crimson eyes turning almost bloodred in the faint light.

“useful,” he repeats. “to you.”

“got a problem with it, pretty boy?” you rasp, staring up at him.

his face is boyish when he leans in close, curious as his hand touches your face. 

“mm. no,” hoshina says. “pretty boy?” he cocks his head. his thumb touches at your lower lip, right at the corner of your mouth where your cigarette hangs from your lip.

“that’s you,” you say. you lean into his touch subconsciously, chasing the callused touch of a palm that has held up the weight of the world. “if you want to be of use to someone, you can keep being of use to me. by promising you’ll come back alive, to me.”

you’re not the confessing type. you’re not. you’ve never talked about your feelings for soshiro hoshina besides admitting that you’ve had them once to yourself during a smoke break, when you pulled your cigarette from your lips and wished that hoshina was there to close the gap, to kiss you again like he meant it, instead of in a rushed, half-sloppy affair. 

hoshina’s eyes consider yours for a moment–searching your gaze for something. his thumb on your bottom lip shifts up, and touches the corner of your mouth. he plucks the cigarette from your lips, and you stare up at him, embarrassingly entranced.

“you’d like that,” hoshina whispers, and then he takes a drag of the cigarette. the tip of the cigarette glows a brilliant orange-yellow, and you wonder if hoshina will make fun of you for staring, before he exhales, half-coughing. “ha. what i get for trying to look cool in front of you, huh?”

his smile is all fangs, barely reaching the cold crimson of his eyes.

you stare at his lips shamelessly, at the way they upturn.

“aren’t you going to kiss me?” hoshina asks.

“huh?”

you blink at him.

“i’ve decided what i want,” hoshina murmurs. “and all you have to do is take it.”

so you do. you pull him forward by the collar of his plain shirt, poking out from his jacket, and he falls against you, presses his lips to yours in a move that might be described as reverent. he tastes faintly of your sweet cigarettes, and you kiss him and kiss him until you hope you can plunge your hands into his chest, and rewrite his core so that he might live and breathe for you. 

[vrystalius]

Sanemi still dreams of you.

Even after your death, he still believes wholeheartedly that you’re going to walk right through the door and give him a warm hug.

Whumptober prompt: Hallucination.

Pairing: Sanemi x deceased!gn!reader

(Mentioning of Sanemi slashing himself more frequently)

Your things are all still in place. He didn’t dare to touch or move a single thing, leaving everything as is. Sanemi can’t look at them though, he can barely stand being in his now emptier residence. You used to share a daily routine together. You two cuddled in bed in the mornings, fought over who gets to use the mirror in the bathroom, started your mornings together in the shower, made some burnt breakfast and head off to training and missions. Then, in the evenings, you’d help him undress while he helped you. His large palms would massage sore spots on your body while you lay your pretty head in his chest. His night would end with you in his arms, but now, he hasn’t slept in his own bed for a month now.

Sanemi is taking on every night patrol, every mission and every training session just to not think about you, for even a moment. If he does, he will break down, and he can’t afford that right now. Not while the war against demons is more heated than ever. Today was the first time in days he allowed himself to return to his residence, his heavy footsteps the only sounds filing the hallways. He was slightly hunched over, the dark circles beneath his eyes darker and deeper than the abyss. Sanemi stood in front of his bedroom. His hand slowly slid the paper door aside, revealing the bedroom. It was messy, the bed was undone, some of your clothes still laying around. His tried eyes focused onto anything in the dark. He rubbed his eyes slightly and groaned loudly, throwing his sheathed katana carelessly aside. Sanemi threw himself onto his side of the bed while still being fully clothes. He kicked his sandals off and rolled over, wanting to stare at your side for a while.

But as he rolled over, his soul almost left his body.

You were just laying there without a care in the world, your back towards him. Your chest was slowly moving as if you’re breathing and in a deep sleep. A deep sleep and not dead. Did he just wake up from a nightmare? Was your death some stupid dream? Seeing your body in Shinobu’s clinic, all wrapped up in blood-soaked bandages, some breathing tubes stuffed inside your throat and your face unrecognisable. The demon that killed you slashed you completely apart and it ruined Sanemi’s good memories of you. Now, whenever he tries to remember the good times, all he can see is your slashed, bloody, ripped apart body. But there you are, peacefully sleeping next to him. His hand was incredibly shaky as he reached out to you, his fingers so carefully brushing through your beautiful hair. He felt it beneath his fingertips. It was just like he remembered…

His breathed hitched and Sanemi scooted closer, grabbing your face harshly and yanking you over to face him. His eyes were horrified and yet had a hopeful shine to them.

“Hey- ouch. What are you doing? I was asleep…”

You looked up at him with an annoyed and tired expression. Your warm hand wrapped around his bandaged forearms while his grip got tighter. He moved your head side to side, inspecting all your features. His jaw clenched shut and tears started forming on the edge of his bloodshot eyes.

“Hun? You’re… here?”

Tears fell down onto your face from Sanemi’s as you blinked harshly, pushing him back onto his side of the bed. You pouted at him.

“Lemme sleep Nemi, I’m tired okay? Besides, take your uniform off, you’re dirtying the bed.

He watched as you buried your face in your pillow and threw the sheets over your body. Sanemi nodded franticly while he practically ripped his uniform off his body and threw it off the bed, obeying you.

“Yeah, yeah. L-Let’s- uh. Let’s talk tomorrow mornin’. I-I missed ya, y-you know? Hah.”

He smiled brightly and scooted closer to you. For a moment, he hesitated before finally wrapping his arms slowly around your body. His face was nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your addicting scent he missed for so long. You were always a perfect fit against his body, the perfect little spoon. You always warmed him right back off when he’s freezing. Sanemi grinned as he remembered how you always complained about his cold body jumpscaring you in the middle of the night, but right now, you’re quiet. Probably fallen right back asleep, he thought. He pressed one last kiss onto your neck before making himself comfortable being pressed against your body. Your cold body, Samemi noted, but don’t worry, he’ll warm you right back up.

The morning came faster than he thought, but after opening his eyes, you were nowhere to be found. His face was tightly pressed up against one of your pillows, a little bit of drool staining it. After wiping his mouth and dragging himself out of bed, Sanemi frantically began searching for you. You’re probably just in the kitchen, or in the shower, or already training! But after running around like a maniac, searching for any evidence of your presence, he finally broke down in one of the hallways. He let himself fall onto the tatami floors and buried his face in his knees. Sanemi started hitting his head against his bones, harder and harder, loud sobs echoing through the hallways and heavy tears running down his cheeks. He used his bandages as a tissue now that that Sanemi collected so many of them. He got more careless during fights, slashing his own flesh more and more as a way to let out suppressed grief. Shinobu warned him multiple times that he may hit a major artery if he continues to do this or bleed out during battle, but frankly, he can’t care less anymore.

He just wants you, damnit. He wants you back, he needs you back. Last night was some kind of joke his mind was playing, making him think you were never dead. Stupid, fucking stupid. He should’ve known. He should’ve known that cuddling you again was too good to be true. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The wind hashira laid in the same spot, in the empty hallway, for hours. Still undressed like you told him to do to not dirty the bed, curled up into a fetus position.

Now, his wails have quieted down, being replaced by silent tears and an even more silent mind. No thoughts, no needs, no desires, no nothing. Just pure, agonising grief.

🎃

I’ll be giving my Sanemi plushie some extra love tonight as compensation.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <33

Take care of yourselves!!

Here are the lists of prompts you can request:

Flufftober (fluff)

Fictober (fluff, angst)

Whumptober (angst)

[hexologh]

₊❏❜ ⋮CLAWS ⌒ Macaque and sunwukong having a S/O who is a ancient samurai... but also a powerful dragon, who is much more wiser and calmer then they are.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎑 ╰┈➤ MACAQUE꒱

Let's be real this Mf be bragging to everyone he meets, oh what's that? Who is this attractive person right next to him? Believe it or not it's his S/O! That's right you better cower in fear, they'd destroy you with a swift cut of their katana! Who's better now, WUKONG ! ?

'Course, he'd love you unconditionally, though he doesn't understand how you have so much self control over your emotions, an enemy could be insulting you, boom! Macaque would kick them to where the beautiful light of your smile doesn't shine! No one shall even breathe the same air as you, NO ONE.

Being the smarter one he'd often ask you about stuff, literally the two of you could be at a mountain top chilling and having snacks, and he'd ask like; "Anyway, do you know why oranges name are oranges but carrot ain't?" You'd look at him with a blank expression as you calmly sip your tea, "Great question." Macaque waited for something but you said nothing else, Macaque opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, "No." "Yes, ma'am."

Bro if you had a tail he'd be frantic, suggesting stuff you can do with your tail since it was spiky and big m, you could throw away enemies, choke them, choke him— I mean what?

You are much stronger than him, so please for the love of everything that is holy, protect this monkey with your life, he's been through enough.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🌄 ╰┈➤ SUN WUKONG ꒱

ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF, IN THE BATHROOM, OUTSIDE, INSIDE, ON THE PARK, ON THE BENCH, IN THE FOREST— ONE CHANCE, Bro is a simp for you ngl, he his just fawning over your outfit like; DAYUM ! ? The way you let the left sleeve of your Yukata fall down revealing your muscles, and chest that had bandages and scars, male or female he doesn't care, you cannot stop staring down, because let's be real, Where else is there to look at?

"Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?" You would ask looking down at him as Wukong let out a chuckle, "I like it because no one would know where you're looking at!" He said, you looked down at him as he was leaning towards you with a finger on his chin his face right in front of your chest, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, "Right.."

Please allow him to hug you in any given situation, you would be falling mid air and he'd be like, "Can we hug so it feels romantic?" C'mon he's been all alone stuck in that mountain, He's touch starved, Idk what to tell ya. 🤷‍♀️

He loves when you fight for him, what's that? He can protect himself? He might be the great sage but he's still a monkey! Yeah! Beat that guy till he knows that this "great sage" is yours only.

You wipe the blood of your enemy off your face looking down at the motionless body, how dare such a lowly creature lay it's dirty fingers on you and your lover, speaking of your lover, you then turn towards Wukong, "My Darling, are you hurt?" You shifted your tone softer as you looked at him as your hand crept onto his cheek, and with a straight face he tells you, "Step on me."

Oh.

Idk I was bored.

[animehideout]

Imagine choso and you are fighting (like battling) and then ur like, “don’t make me scare up that pretty little face” and choso like “you think I’m pretty 🥺”

Choso Kamo x Sorcerer¡Reader

a/n: Hey anon, thank you for this cute fluff request. I hope you like it ⑅˖⁠♡.

Fluff 🎀

You moved swiftly, your agility and skills gave you the upper hand to dodge all of Choso’s attacks. With your technique to summon weapons, your Katana blocked with graceful precision each arrow of blood directed to you, that was meant to pierce through your flesh.

Choso, your formidable enemy, a half-human and half-curse spirit that made him an interesting opponent. You’ve always been so curious about him and his blood manipulation technique and today was your lucky day, you finally got to grasp the chance and fight him face to face, and maybe show off your skills a bit, a bit of flaunting won’t hurt.

The air crackled with the impending clash as you circled each other. Your moves were too fast, Choso couldn’t keep up with you, once you were in front of him now you’re behind him. The way you easily twirled your weapons in your hands, as if they weight nothing made you look cool and Choso couldn’t contain his admiration, even though he was keeping a resting tired face, but from the inside he was impressed.

He stood there right in front of you, unexpectedly lifting his shirt up making your eyes widen, not only putting his perfect abs on display but also a marking on his abdomen, revealing his origin as a half-curse, as a death painting womb, making you more hooked and immersed in his nature.  

“you’re quite the challenge little sorcerer, but let’s see if you can handle this” he threatened.

He lunged forward, manipulating the blood to surge forward in unpredictable patterns, attempting to take you off guard.

You moved just in time, stepping aside, avoiding the trajectory of blood arrow that was directed at you with deadly precision, your hair flowing behind you as you moved with an extraordinary speed.

You gasped as you saw a small piece of your hair on the ground.

“oh didn’t mean to give you a little trim”

“hah funny! You’ll have to do better than that if you want to leave an actual mark” you teased back.

Pissed that a small part of your precious hair was cut by him, you ran towards him, when he was ready to attack you, you flexibly descended to the ground. While poised in the lowered position, you extended one leg, sweeping it. Making Choso lose his balance, and fall on the ground, his back hitting the hard floor.

Still on the floor, you rose to you feet, summoning another weapon, a very sharp one. His eyes widened in shock, dumbfounded by your surprise attack, and how in a matter of seconds you took the upper hand and dominated him. You looked down at him, and pointed the blade to his face,

“Now, don’t make me scar up that pretty little face of yours” you started.

Choso couldn’t help but react with amusement, his wide eyes softened and you swear to god you can see stars in them,

“Aw, you think I’m pretty 🥺?”. he asked with puppy eyes.

Did he charm you by the way he was looking at you so innocently? Yes, he did. And you couldn’t do anything but stare with a mix of confusion and admiration.

“Uh-Wh-at?” you stuttered.

His playful words echoed in your ears, and then realization hit you, yes you actually think he’s pretty. A genuine smile crept on your lips, this battle with Choso was way more interesting that you expected it to be. You can’t help but be eager to know more about him.

“here’s the deal little sorcerer, let’s start over, if you succeed in leaving a small scratch on my ‘pretty’ face, I’ll take you out on a date.. how does that sound?”  

“sounds wonderful to me” you replied.

This time giving it all of your best to leave a small cut on his face, so he can take you out on a date like he promised. On the other hand, Choso did let his guards down intentionally.

After this battle, you’re no longer enemies like you claimed to be.

[nightwngz]

Part 2 of older pls 🙏

YOUNG !

damian wayne x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . drabble smut. porn without plot. dirty talk and fingering.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . I'm so happy to give you all a part two of the first one shot I posted on this blog. Hope you like it. <3

Damian was the youngest of the family. He had grown up, but everyone still made jokes or references to being the youngest. You had the idea to join in the joke and he didn't like it. Now you were a victim of the consequences of teasing him.

He sharpened his katana from the comfortable chair in the room. He looked dangerous, not so much because he had a sharp weapon in his hands, but because of that look he always had, capable of destroying anyone.

— Are you here to continue telling jokes? — he asked.

You wondered how he could sense your presence in the vast room when your back was turned and you had not made any sound that would reveal your presence.

— I came to apologize.

He turned to look at you. Deep down, you had the idea that he knew you were only apologizing to get something from him and not so much because you were interested in keeping your relationship peaceful.

— I listen.

You walked a few steps further into the room. It was almost dark, and the sun was barely shining through the curtains, so your whole room looked almost dark.

You looked at him with an expression of redemption. Damian thought it was that victim look he always saw you with. Like a helpless little animal longing for warmth.

— I was wrong to make that joke about you, and I'm really sorry, but Damian... I need you. — You said, but were interrupted when you noticed that he had pulled you onto his hips and placed you on his lap.

He made you turn your neck until you could meet his intense green eyes. His breath collided with your face and his hands ran down your thighs until he carefully lifted your skirt, revealing your underwear.

— It was the only thing I wanted to hear, beloved.

His hands ripped off your panties in one fell swoop, leaving you with nothing to protect yourself. Even though your skirt was still on, you could feel your pussy rubbing against the scratchy fabric of his jeans.

He moved closer to you, so close that your lips could almost brush against his. He had never kissed you before, so you couldn't help but think that this was something special.

His finger slid through every crease of your already wet pussy. He sank into your wetness, sliding in as he tried to stroke you. Without thinking, he squeezed your clit, causing you to jump up and down on his lap from the shock.

— Do you like it? — he asked quietly. — Do you know how easy it was? I can make you feel so good. It's easy for me to reward those who behave.

You began to moan in his ear. It was the most beautiful sound Damian had ever heard. No matter that you were someone who liked to participate in his brothers' pranks, having you like this made him feel full.

He kissed your lips. You would never have thought that Damian's way of kissing would be so passionate and romantic, as if he was protecting you from all the evils of the world with a simple kiss. Suddenly, everything intensified and he began to take your lips with such force that it seemed he loved and hated you at the same time.

His fingers caressed your hole with barely perceptible delicacy. Going to the most pleasurable place inside you, stroking that spot inside you that could make you delirious with pleasure.

— Your apology is worthless. — He said. — You don't want to apologize to me, you just want this from me. But I have been too mean to you lately, don't you think, my beloved?

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day three: mirror kink

>>> day three already woot woot! i hope you all are loving it so far, because i know i am! this is past me in the notes but it seems like these pieces are gonna get longer everyday at this rate lmfao. i picked keigs for the mirror because birb need luv

>>> starring: keigo takami (hawks) x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: brief daddy use, doggy, highly emotional tbh i'm actually sorry, teasing, praise, pet names. >>>wc: 3.5k >>> event masterlist

keigo loves planning nights like these. you’re his special person, and his favorite pastime is making sure you know it. every so often, sometime around payday, he’ll come home with bags on bags, a dopey grin covering his face as he sashays to the bedroom of your shared apartment. he just can’t wait to show you what he got you this time, exclusively keeping his high-paying pro-hero job because it allows him to spoil his girlfriend with lavish riches. 

you weren’t high maintenance at all. at least, you didn’t start out that way. you were just you, a simple civilian that worked at the hospital he was brought into during the war with all for one. you were an adorable bedside nurse, sweet and careful in all the ways you tended to his wounds and listened to his nervous ramblings about his friends and students. you talked him through his anxieties, spending precious hours of your shift soothing him and keeping him company. he watched you get in trouble time and time again for messing the shift rotation up with your habit of staying by his side. it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him, to genuinely listen and to touch him with care, a worry an affection in your eyes he wasn’t sure he had seen from anyone before. 

it was no surprise that he kept in touch with you once he was discharged from the hospital. and luckily, to his relief, you offered to support him through rehabilitation, helping him with his fittings for his prosthetics and keeping his spirits high when his self-worth was at its very lowest. keigo never had someone to call his, and the first time he met you, that was the last thing on his mind. but you were still there, months later, giving him the idea to try swords and katanas as replacements for his sharp wings. it wasn’t long until he was back on the battlefield using all the support items and your suggestions to make him feel like hawks again. he was still covered with burn scars, but they seemed less mangling than before. it was probably all those salves you put on him, your healing hands doing more for his heart and mind than his body at times. 

so when the war was won, and it was time to say thank you for all the things you had done for him, he found himself taking you on expensive dates and paying for your hair appointments when you casually mentioned a new look you wanted to try. he caught himself picking out nail colors and shoes–at one time they were nike’s but now they were prada or jimmy choo. not that he minded, in fact, it was his insistence that you started expanding your palette to the expensive side anyhow. you were more than content to hold his heart and let him pay for your facials, but your whiny boyfriend practically begs for you to take his card and spend every dollar. 

you learned early on, if you didn’t spend it yourself, he would do this, take the day away from you, raiding the mall for anything new you didn’t already have hanging in your room-sized closet. you could hear the rustling of the paper and plastic bags rubbing against each other, a knowing smile spreading across your cheeks. and sure, maybe months ago you were just a humble nurse. but keigo’s constant babying may or may not have created a small spoiled brat. you sit up on your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed to greet your loving partner, squealing when his excited eyes and crinkled up nose peek around the corner with a wide grin. 

“guess what i got you.” he titters, revealing the evidence of his shopping. he holds his other arm out to accept your waiting hug, stepping close enough to the bed for you to throw your arms around him in greeting. you looked so cute in your silk pajamas, just waiting in your shared bed for him to return to you. you’ve been able to reduce the amounts of shifts you take at the hospital now that you barely have any of your own bills to pay, and that was being generous. he usually paid those too, but you refused to go jobless until you had a ring—and well, let’s just say that wouldn’t be much longer. you had a fresh maintenance day yesterday, the highlights of your hair freshly toned, your brows waxed and tinted, a new set of lashes and nails–you look too good to be true like always, like you deserve for being so good to him. you’re perfect, and he cannot wait to see how you look in the things he bought you, keigo’s special girl. 

you hum playfully in thought, pressing your silken crop-top bound chest against his. he can tell you don’t have a bra on, and the thought delights him. you rarely wore anything but your slutty pajamas or the special selection of lingerie he had curated for you. one he was excited to add to tonight. you giggle and press a kiss to his stubble covered jaw, and throw out your best guess. “hmmm, shoes?” 

he chuckles, tucking some loose strands of your hair back behind your ear so he could admire your saccharine smile. he hums, nodding. you were right after all, that was part of it. “mhm, good, my little dove. what else?” 

you smile under the praises, trying to eye the bags as he snakes his arm around your waist, setting them on the bed for you. “jewelry?” you offer with an arched brow, watching his face for a hint. his amber eyes gleam with pride—and you knew you were right again. he nods, his calloused hand sneaks under your skimpy top and the warm touch makes you press yourself further into his leather and whiskey scented chest. 

“the prettiest. i think you’ll like it, lovebird.” he grins, squeezing your hip. “do you know what else i got my pretty girl?” he coos, reaching for a big black dolce & gabbana bag, containing a pretty bowed box. he always paid them extra to wrap it like a christmas gift, watching your face light up as you pulled the ribbon free always melted his heart a little. he passes the box over to you for that exact reason, returning his arm around your back to watch you open it. 

you squeal excitedly, giving his jaw another quick peck. you tug the pale bow off the box with great care, and his smile grows. inside lays a beautiful black bra and panty set, one he no doubt wants you to model for him. you gasp at the pieces, lacy and strappy, decorated with black dots against the sheer balconette style mesh. the thong was just a pathetic little triangle piece, mostly to say you had something on, if you had to guess. you beam up at him, giving him a proper kiss on the lips to signify your approval. 

“thank you daddy, it’s so beautiful! you’re too good to me!” you sing, freeing the lingerie of their confines to splay it out on your bed. he chuckles and shakes his head. 

“oh i could never even give you what you deserve, sweetness.” he hums, reaching for the tiffany & co bag. he holds it out for you next, letting you fish out the boxes inside. for this, he sits on the bed before you, hands tucked into the pockets of his tan coat, smirking up at his darling love. you peer at him over the pile of little teal boxes in your hand, arching your brow. he only chuckles, urging you to open it with his suggestive glare. he’s undressing you with his bedroom stare already, just waiting for you to put on all your pretty gifts so he could further appreciate you in them. you notice him shifting around, trying to hide the bulge he always gets from watching you jump around and celebrate how much he loves you. it was adorable, he couldn’t help but derive pleasure from it. 

you quickly tear into these three boxes, finding a pure diamond choker, bracelet, and matching stud earrings waiting to be adorned by your perfect body. you gasp at him, shaking your head in shock. you know how expensive these had to be, and you refused to accept such a crazy gift—especially paired with other things! as spoiled as he’s made you, you still look at him in disbelief. 

“what? i saw you looking at these last time. my name is hawks, after all, babygirl.” he winks, plucking the necklace from the box and turning his index in a circle to have you turn around for him in order to dangle the choker around your neck. he clasps the hook and then puts the bracelet on the wrist closest to him, leaving the earrings up to you. he turns you back to him by the shoulders, grinning valiantly–but you can see the borderline hunger lurking beneath. his siren gaze darts over to the dainty fabric still laying stiff and undisturbed on the bed. “open the last box, ‘nd then i wanna see everything altogether.” 

he bites down on his bottom lip in anticipation as he passes you the final bag, a big paper bag from—you knew what these must be immediately, and it has you squealing with joy, as you knew exactly why he saved this gift for last. “keigo, you shouldn’t have, i really cannot believe you!” you shift your weight from foot to foot, pulling the slim black box out of the paper bag, pushing the lid off with haste. 

he still sits next to you, his hands sprawled out behind him so he could lean back now, bionic wings still attached from the day. he would only remove them before sleeping, still incredibly insecure and lost without his real ones. he admired your giddiness, this emotion flowing from you was exactly the reason he would do whatever it takes to keep gifts like these flowing. you dangle the pricey so kate style red bottoms at him, jumping with glee. you nearly tackle him backward with the force of your arms around his neck, screaming your thanks in his ear. he only chuckles and wraps his arms around you in response, lightly slapping your ass to make you yelp. 

“now go and put everything on—been waiting to see you in it all day.” he pouts, jutting his chin towards your walk in closet. in all fairness, it was a second bedroom keigo had converted to a walk in for you. it was decorated with several mirrors along one wall, allowing you to get all the best angles of your outfits and accessories that your boyfriend no doubt provided. you snatched the newest goodies up and scampered off to get changed, feeling the warmth building in your chest and stomach just from the way he looks at you. you knew he had struggled with his own appearance since you met him, and you hated that. sometimes you wish you could spoil him the same way he does you, but he always swears your affection makes him feel like he’s still soaring on top of the world. 

you complete the jewelry trio by putting in the stunning studs he got, simple but huge cut diamonds perfectly accenting your features. then you tug on your new set and slip into your shoes, admiring your own reflection in the ballet studio-esque mirroring. maybe he admired you so much because he no longer could look at himself with the same fondness that you gaze at yourself—or him— with. you were stunning, that was indisputable, but it made you sad that your once notoriously cocky boyfriend now shrunk away from the sight of his own appearance. a physical lightbulb may as well have popped up over your head. “mm, daddy? wanna come help me with the buckle?” 

he should have known it was a set up. you’ve put on much more involved outfits before without his assistance. when he strolls in, ready to lend a helping hand, you’re already on the floor on your hands and knees—and the lingerie he picked looks heavenly. he can see why the louboutins were so sought after, elongating your sexy legs and exposing the signature red bottoms to him from this angle. you wiggle your perky ass, and he salivates, the semi he’s been fighting turning into a full on boner. you’re looking back over your shoulder at him with that devilish smirk on your face, and it’s then he realizes you’ve tricked him into fucking you in front of your mirror wall. and to his surprise, his cock jumps in his pants as he meets your eyes through one of the panes. you’re unimaginably gorgeous, dripping in diamonds that sparkle in the soft lighting. he can see straight down that bra, and before he can doubt himself, he’s yanking his hard cock free from his sweats and tugging on it roughly. his breathing is heavy already, the worry starting to creep in. at times it was hard to be intimate with you, not because he didn’t absolutely crave you in almost a sinister sense, but because of his own insecurities. he knows you were familiar with him before, though you only met him after the damage was done. yet still, he can’t help but worry the scars covering his face and body will gross you out one day. 

“c’mere daddy…wanna look at you like this, make you see how pretty you are.” you wiggle your ass for him again, the globes taunting him into compliance. when he lowers himself to his knees he can tell how needy you are. it must turn you on a bit to think about him taking you like this, though he can’t deny his own curiosity at the idea. his hands smooth down the curve of your back, all the way to the nape of your neck and back down to grasp your wide hips to steady himself. he licks his lips as you wiggle in his grip, making a mewl of anticipation. “please, look…i think you’re so pretty…i like the marks, makes you look all handsome and tough,” you whine so sweetly it makes his cock throb. “‘nd i need you so bad, the you i see in the mirror right now, is the sexiest man alive.” 

he chortles and rolls his eyes, feeling the warmth of blush sting his cheeks. he peels his shirt off, discarding it somewhere in the vicinity.  “yeah, yeah, hush.” he beckons, spreading your cheeks with the help of you scooting your knees further for him. it did boost his ego to hear you talk so fondly of him. you didn’t miss the old pro-hero you looked up to—you love him as is. he knows it, he’s sure of it, it’s why he spoils you relentlessly, but hearing you say it did things to him. 

“nuh-uh, i wan’ you to see…breaks my heart to hear you complainin’ ‘bout how you look…’cause you’re perfect.” you pout, wiggling back on his shaft. he helps guide himself inside, sheathing to the hilt. you do spoil him, you just didn’t realize it. the way you love him was all he needed, with the sweet words spilling out of your mouth and the choking grip your cunt has around him—the view of your face melting in the mirror felt like special treat. 

you moan out your delight, throwing your ass back against him to get him to start moving, the view of your pouty face while in doggy kept him paralyzed and utterly drunk, too busy admiring all of his gifts against your skin and the warmth of being inside you to remember to do anything about it. he chuckles breathily when he feels your recoil, giving you an affectionate slap to the bum. he starts to move in tandem to your little bounces, his eyes fluttering shut at the way you squeeze and release his curved cock. it feels so good, you can identify the veins and ridges as they drag through your walls. you don’t close your eyes though, no, your eyes are locked on his form in the mirror. he’s unreal, the slow pace at which he fucks you just driving you crazy. he’s a god, golden and chiseled, his smile enough to give you life on your darkest days. you wanted him to admit it. 

you crawl forward a little, out of his reach, off his cock. he frowns at you in the mirror. “come back.” he pouts, making grabby hands for you. 

you giggle, shaking your head. “not ‘til you smile at yourself and say ‘i’m the prettiest pro hero with the prettiest princess in the whole world.’” you say, sticking your tongue out at him in the mirror, admiring his naked form behind you. he huffs, letting his gaze drift between your face in the mirror and your ass in front of his face. he crosses his arms over his burned chest, arching a brow at you. 

“you know, i could say you’re being ungrateful.” he whines, not able to fully challenge you. you wiggle your ass at him again and arch your challenging brow back at him. for the second time, he huffs. but he realizes that there’s no use fighting you. he learned that lesson when you were his nurse. he would give in, or else. he lets his gaze drift back to your round ass and dripping pussy just waiting for him to come back to you, and he sighs. he loves starting slow just to tease you, but it seems like you have your own master plan in mind. keigo’s eyes drift back to the mirror, where he sees your eagerly awaiting face. you look over his face and body with all the adoration and affection in the world, and he feels that with your confidence, he can believe in himself and give you some peace of mind. he meets his own eyes in the mirror and nods. he certainly has come a long way, and he may never return to his former glory, but if this is the man you love—that’s enough. more than enough. he can be happy to be that man, your man. he smiles at you, then at himself. “i’m the prettiest pro-hero.” he nods with a broad smile as his gaze falls back down to you. “and i have the prettiest princess in the whole world.” he concludes, to which you coo and applaud him. he walks forward on his knees, greedily tugging you back on him, plunging his length back deep with a relieved moan. 

he doesn’t waste any time by teasing, either, holding the creases of your hips like they were his own personal handlebars, he slams into your heat, the grip of your cunt so choking he can’t control the loud groans he lets loose. you have to actively focus on holding yourself up, entranced with the sight of his pussy-drunk face, high on pleasure. his cock angles so perfectly in this position, abusing your cervix just the way he likes. it has your limbs shaking as you struggle to keep absorbing the force of his hip and your moans bordering on screams. he just loves you so much, he has to spoil the woman who’s given him everything. he knows you love him like this, that’s why you crawled into that position in the first place. 

“that’s my girl, taking it so good for me.” he nods his approval, his arm dipping to support your hips. thanks to the mirror, he can see the tears drop from the corner of your eyes, the wavering of your arms as you struggle to hold yourself up. you nod to his praise, squealing extra loud, you love being his girl. his hand dips to rub a messy pace against your clit, groaning at how you jerk and arch in response. “fuck, i can see everything like this, little dove. you look so pretty…all the diamonds suit my jewel just right.” he pants between punishing strokes, even though he’s giving you the reward of a lifetime. 

you nod, forcing your eyes open to watch him rut into you, mouth open in a silent scream while his jaw drops in awe. you’re absolutely perfect. you fold over, falling completely against his arm, clenching down on him so hard it nearly hurt him. you whimper, “gon’ cum daddy, you’re s’good…” 

he nods egging you on as he presses into your nerves harder, giggling as your legs shake and give out completely. it sends him over the edge, his eyes glued to your face in the mirror as he shoves his seed deep, continuously fucking it deeper with his hard strokes, only letting up when he was sure you couldn’t take another pump. he smiles at your fucked out appearance, hair knotted and sprawled out, the lingerie shifted just enough to let him enjoy all of you, your tearstained cheeks—and thighs. he leans over to kiss your shoulderblade, staying there to catch your breath. for a minute, all there is to be heard is panting, but soon keigo chuckles again, and scoops you out of the floor.

“now it’s time for the real princess treatment, lovebird.” he hums, taking you towards the bathroom for a fresh bubble bath of your choosing.

[rea-grimm]

Weapon Zoro

You've been alongside the strawhats for a short time so far. Even so, you clicked with everyone and could say with a light heart that they were a new family to you. 

You were one of the few masters on board. There were more weapons than masters on the ship. 

You hadn't found your true weapon yet and weren't looking. You chased your own goal, convinced that if you were ever really going to find it, you would do so without looking. 

The weapon you used was the katana you've had since childhood. It was also the weapon you had tattooed on your wrist. So you wanted to learn to use it as best you could so that you would be impressed with your weapon when you came across it. 

You knew Zoro was a weapon and even a katana and he didn't even have a master. He wanted to become the strongest sword even without a master.

Quite often you trained together or fought against each other. But you never used him as a weapon. 

You were in the middle of a fight against other powerful pirates. You kept your distance the whole time and had no problems. 

It all came together quickly when another ship showed up and you were trapped. You'd still be able to handle them if your sword hadn't broken. 

You had nothing to defend yourself with and were far from the others. You already thought that was the end of you. You tried to defend yourself as best you could, but you were outnumbered.

It looked like it was going to be the end of you when you saw a green blur and then someone threw a sword at you. Just as you grabbed it, you felt like you'd caught your second wind. 

You were full of strength you didn't even know you had. During the fight, the Katana split into two more, leaving you with a total of three swords in your hands. You had to put the third one in your mouth like Zoro used to. 

Thanks to that, you managed to pull off a combination that turned the fight in your favour and soon enough, it was over. 

After the fight, you were helping Chopper with tending to the others when Zoro came over. 

"Hey Y/N, you got a minute?" He asked you. You looked at the doctor, who nodded at you, saying he didn't need your help anymore. 

"What's going on?" you asked. Zoro just nodded his head to the side for you to follow him. 

Together you walked over away from the others where you had more privacy. You sat down on the ground and for a moment there was silence between you. 

"May I..." began Zoro, thinking of a question to ask you. Normally he wouldn't have a problem, but now he was intently thinking about something. "Can I see your gun tattoo?" He finally asked. 

"You felt it during the fight too, didn't you?" He asked as you unbuckled your wrist guard. 

Revealing your wrist, you looked down at your tattoo, which had changed drastically since the fight. Like Zoro said, you could definitely feel it, but you weren't completely sure since you had no idea if he felt it too. 

You recognized him as a sword when you caught it, but truthfully you might have figured it would be your weapon. You were on good terms before, and this proved why. 

You showed him your wrist, on which you had a katana with two crossed shadows. His unique ability to split into three katanas.  The main one also had three gold earrings hanging from the hilt, strikingly similar to the ones he wore on his left ear. 

"So it's true," he replied seriously, and for a moment you didn't know if that was a good thing or not. "I couldn't have pulled off such an attack on my own," he hummed, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips. 

"Do you know what that means?" He asked you, running his thumb over the mark. 

"That I'm your master and you're my weapon?" You replied since you weren't sure exactly what he was referring to. 

"Exactly," a satisfied and proud smile spread across his face. "And together we will become the best swordsman in the world as a master and his weapon. Will you help me with that?" He asked, still holding your hand. 

"You can count on me," you nodded, smiling in agreement. You were glad that you had finally managed to find your weapon.

" That's the way I like it," Zoro replied just as enthusiastically before pulling you close to him. 

It made him happy that you were his master. He had never sought out a master because he originally thought it would be Kushina. After her death, he didn't look for anyone else, as he didn't want his master to keep him from his goal. 

But it was different with you. He knew you were strong and that together you would reach the top.

Zoro Masterlist

[httpvomitello]

Through the Cracks *⁠.⁠✧

The lair was quiet, save for the soft hum of a fan in Donnie’s lab. Leo sat on the couch, his katanas set aside, he was stealing glances at you, seated across from him, the game match was already forgotten.

The mask was familiar—porcelain-white, cracked and painted with hollow eyes and a stitched mouth. It wasn’t just a piece of armor; it was a wall. A barrier. And Leo knew exactly why you wore it.

You had told him once, late at night when the city seemed too quiet and the weight of your secrets became too heavy to bear. The shot. The pain. The way the mirror had turned into your worst enemy. The mask had become your refuge.

Leo had never forgotten that night.

“You don’t have to keep it on around me, you know,” he said softly, breaking the silence.

You looked up, meeting his eyes briefly before glancing at the mask. “It’s easier this way,” you murmured. “Don’t have to see people’s reactions.”

Leo’s chest tightened. “You think I’d care? That it would change anything?”

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees. “Not you, Leo. But it’s not about that. It’s about what I see. What I feel when it’s off.”

He understood. More than he wished he did.

“I get it,” Leo said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked at him, surprised. “You do?”

Slowly, he reached up, fingers brushing the edge of his mask. It wasn’t like yours—just a simple blue bandana. But beneath it, there was a scar. A deep, jagged line running from his temple down to his jaw. A constant reminder of the night everything changed.

He got this scar when he had to fight Raph in his Kraang state. No one knew about this scar, he preferred to keep it that way.

You watched as he hesitated, then pulled it off, revealing the disfigurement. He held your gaze, his eyes filled with something you rarely saw in yourself: vulnerability.

The sarcastic leader who seems to show no remorse or care about things was vulnerable.

“I know what it’s like to see something you don’t want to,” Leo said quietly. “To feel like you have to hide it. But you don’t have to hide from me.”

Your fingers tightened around the edge of your mask. For a moment, you said nothing, the weight of his words sinking in. Then, slowly, you reached up and removed it.

Leo’s breath caught, but not for the reason you feared.

“You’re still you,” he said, his voice steady, warm. “The same person who makes sarcastic jokes, who listens when I need to vent, who stands by us no matter what.”

You looked away, a flicker of doubt crossing your face. “It’s not that simple.”

Leo leaned forward, his tone gentle but firm. “It is to me.”

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t heavy. It was filled with understanding, with unspoken truths that didn’t need to be said aloud.

“Thanks,” you said finally, your voice soft. “For…not looking away.”

Leo smiled, slipping his mask back on. “I never will. Besides, you already look hot with a mask on, but without one? It makes me fall in love with you.”

And for the first time in a long time, you gave a sincere laugh, the cracks in your armor didn’t feel so heavy.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

How about a stowaway reader (maybe chubby plsss) ?

Like zoro finds her ? Maybe she was running away from something, and my guy found her cute?

Ooooh, or maybe he tells her he'll keep her hidden and safe (I kinda wanna hear that in a yandere way....I'm obsessed with them :) hehe )

I love your work always!

😗🫶

-💤Anon

A week it's been a week since you sneaked onto this ship, and it was getting harder to survive and go unnoticed. The chilly air in the bilge nipped at your skin, and the blanket you found among the barrels of supplies and spare robes was unless. The material to thin.

You shivered as you bit into a single stale piece of bread. Your stomach growled, wanting, needing more than bread like it was used to. You just had to walk into the wrong place at the exact wrong time. Now, you were wanted by one of a deadly pirate crew or was deadly to you. The sounds of footsteps and a bright light growing more and more were enough of a warning to hide.

You decked behind a stack of boxes but just couldn't help yourself to look at the stranger..you never saw the people who owned the ship. He had a slim, muscular build, and the low-cut T-shirt showed off his tan chest and biceps as he hooked the candlelight case on a hook above him. His strong jawline, cheeks and his most peculiar green hair was highlighted. He was handsome.

As he turned to look at your direction, you hastily hide yourself.

Everything was quiet before the beautiful man spoke, his voice a gruffy rumble, "I know you're there."

Your breath hitched in fear.

"Come out. Now." He growled lowly like this was beneath him. He gave you a pause to reveal yourself when you didn't the sound of a sword being unsheathed entered your ears. "Don't make me come find you. You won't like how it ends. Trust me." He threatened. The gig was up.

Slowly you stood up and stepped out into the light. His gaze was so intense that you became insecure; most guys like him barely looked at girls like you, bigger than the normal petite. Different emotions flashed in his brown orbs. Hostility, surprise, confusion, and...awe? The black katana grew lax in his grip as he stepped forward but stopped as he noticed you stepped backward, your eyes locked on the steel blade.

The green-haired stranger quickly sheathed his weapon and carefully stepped closer. You didn't back away.

"What's your name?" He asked, and when you muttered your name, he smiled so beautifully for a second before he became serious. "My name is Zoro Roronoa." He said softly like you were a scared animal that would run away if he spoke louder. Soon after, you explained your situation to him, and through it all, his face remained stoic till the end when a small glint of emotion came as quickly as it left.

"From now on. I'll protect you. Nobody will hurt you, they will be sliced to pieces before they do." He vowed.

Your life was gonna be a lot more interesting from here on out.

@xxmaddhatter39xx

[nosyrobin]

Inosuke!reader face reveal lol

BATBOYS/BATFAM’S REACTION TO INOSUKE!READER’S FACE REVEAL:

Your face got exposed when you were trying to fight a villain that was a super one. Not caring at least the slightest, you ran into danger. Doing anything you can with your Dual Serrated Nichirin Katanas. The boys were watching intensely, not knowing when to jump in as it seemed you handle yourself perfectly. But as the supervillain blasted you, smoke covers the scene. Batman gave the signal and the boys go to save you, worried about your safety.

But when they only saw the boar head and not your body, Jason was about to go back to his old ways and start killing as he cocked his gun while dick and Tim searched the area for you. Damian was about to join the second eldest until they heard your familiar laughter.

“NEHHEHE!”

That’s when the supervillain is on the ground, shaking as you stomped on their ribs.

“Haha! I won! I won! I’m stronger than you…uh what’s your name?” You asked, crouching down with knitted brows. The Villain felt disturbed in your presence.

“(Random villain name)” you laughed before saying the name wrong anyways. Sparkly emit from your body. The boys and Batman were shocked to see you standing still. The only problem was that your back was faced towards them. Your back muscles flexing every laugh you exit from your mouth. You tied up the villain who just laid there frowning, frowning how they’ve gotten beaten by a random board head.

As you finished tying up the foe and put your katanas back to their places, the youngest ones hugged you. Surprising you as you started to tweak out in their hold. Like a wild cat wanting to be put down as the two eldest let out a breath of relief. Batman also did too, dropping down like the badddd man he is.

That’s when you turned around that silence was even loud itself. All the boys just stared shocked at your face. Your face….was so beautiful.

“HOW IN THE WORLD—”

“Are you an angel perhaps?”

“I never expected your face to look like that.”

“Well I’m surprised.”

Lastly Bruce stayed silent, to which you noticed as the boys also stayed quiet.

“…..” Batman stayed quiet before patting your head. Only glad to see you were okay. The Batmobile was called in, and you relaxed while the boys kept staring at your angelic face.

“You should keep the boar head off, and maybe you will actually attract people you like.” Damian says, being a little shady but truthful as you just scrunch your face at him.

“No! I don’t listen to Demetri!” Saying with a huff as you put on your boar head.

The boys groaned, leaving Bruce to just laugh to himself.

[bedoballoons]

maybe like a character x mitsuri Kanroji like reader?

so basically misturi has pink and green hair, is very cheery and nice, has a HUGE appetite, she has almost inhuman strength a basically her muscle density is 9 times higher than the average human. And is extremely flexible hand a ribbon like katana. I think a pryo vision fits best.

I literally love your workkkkkkkk♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Awe thank you!!! <3 I had so much fun writing this!! I hope you like the characters I picked and I'll totally write others if you don't!! Sorry it took so long to finish!

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{༻~Misturi Kanjiro like reader!~༺}

CW: Fluff! Sweet moments! Pet names! (Belle by Lyney and Love by Kazuha!), confirmed relationships for most of them!

(Includes: Diluc, Lyney, Albedo, Kazuha, and Wanderer!)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

Your stomach growled hungrily in excitement as you stepped into the kitchen, Dilucs long red hair tied back in a messy bun while he prepared breakfast, his hands busy chopping vegetables and cooking up your favourites, just because he loved spoiling you. "Are you making what I think you're making?!" You asked excitedly, hurrying to his side to take a peek and smiling widely as the smell of delicious food hit your nostrils, making your tummy growl again in response.

"But of course and I made extra so you could have leftovers for lunch." He leaned over placing a kiss on the top of your head as you cheered and wrapped you arms around him in a celebratory hug. "Thank you!"

𑁍༄Lyney:

You had a bounce in your step as you made your way through the crowd of people, your long pink green hair tied up in sweet pigtails as your eyes focused in on the center of attention, which was Lyney and of course his assistant Lynette, the magic duo of the century. Pure joy bubbled through you while you watched the two of them perform trick after trick and the audience clap after each one, things you swore couldn't happen, but somehow he made them happen.

Then to your surprise his eyes landed on you, a mischievous smile taking place on his lips, as he addressed the group of watchers once again, "For the next trick, I'd like to pick someone from the audience! Hmmm what about you Belle, could you do the honours?" He pointed to you, your face instantly blushing red as you walked towards him, his hand gently taking yours and leaving a rainbow rose in its wake. "Could you hold this for me?" He asked, his cheeks slightly pink which made you want to giggle, he was kinda cute..."Okay!"

"Now put your hands together, rainbow rose on the inside and make sure no one can see it." You followed his directions, closing your hands around the rainbow rose and making sure there were no ways to peep at it, your whole body tingled with excitement as he spoke the magic words. "And reveal!" You pulled your hands away and suddenly your singular rose had turned into a whole bouquet, growing right in front of your eyes and bursting with all the colours of the rainbow.

"WHAT!"

𑁍༄Albedo:

"No matter what tests I try...it seems I'm unable to come up with a explanation for your inhuman strength. You're a mystery to me...a sweet adorable mystery." Albedo said softly, his bright blue eyes meeting yours as a blush spread rapidly across your face, your heart pounding harshly in your chest when he stood up and made his way to you, his hand reaching out to help you up from your seat.

"I'm not the only mysterious one Mr. Chalk prince, speaking of which! Do chalk people eat cake?" You beamed up at him, his arms wrapping around you as he placed a kiss on your forehead, a small chuckle escaping him. "Im not sure chalk people is the appropriate term...but either way, yes I eat cake." You hugged him back lifting him up slightly as you cheered, "Yay!! I have some in my bag! Let's go!"

𑁍༄Kazuha:

Fire swirled around you in brilliant orange and yellow hues, shifting and whirling in every which way with the wind as its guide, it mesmerized you to the point you were almost speechless. "Kazuha...this is so beautiful!" Your hand squeezed his tighter, your visions glowing in harmony as he hummed in delight and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "The way wind mixes with the elements is very calming, the colours that flow with every breeze and the way it can bring vision bearers together, letting them work in harmony. It's lovely.."

You nodded happily, your eyes trained on the incredible sight all around you...

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer flashed a smirk at you, his eyes wide with excitement as you readied your weapon, the ribbon like texture of the blade making him raise an eyebrow...what the hell were you going to do with a ribbon? "You sure you don't want to back down? I won't go easy on you, even if this is sparing." His voice rang in your ears as you smiled back at him, your katana glinting in the sunlight as you held it up in his direction, "I won't back down! Just you wait!"

He chuckled and with that the match begun, the two of you shooting forward at high speed, wind blades flying mere centimeters from your face as you delicately dodged. Your body spinning slightly as you got closer, your katana swirling like a protective shield around you and yet also being sharp enough to draw blood, which became clear when the two of you parted.

The dust parting and revealing a small cut on wanderers face, his eyes absolutely shining now as he laughed maniacally, "I shouldn't have underestimated you! This is going to be fun!"

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

[biolumien]

Hi omg your writing is amazing. Thank you for serving us some good food. Was wondering if you could do a prompt with Vice Captain Hoshina and a reader with glasses?

I've recently been diagnosed with really bad eyesight. Enough for me to get a disability card. And suddenly it makes sense why I always struggle to find people in crowds or from a distance. Was wondering if you could do write something related to it? Like maybe reader lost Hoshina in a crowd. And because their vision is super blurry even with glasses, its hard to make out where he is and stuff.

I recently read your Samurai Hoshina fic and it was divine. 🙏 Keep it up you are a godsend.

notes: hihi, thank you for your request and your kind words ;-;; i hope this is okay; i wrote a little drabble so i hope it's okay🙏...!

found you!

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader mentions of a constricting, tight crowd that might be uncomfortable if you have claustrophobia and the like ;-; word count: 708

you wish you hadn’t lost hoshina in the crowd after all. when the kaiju attack was called, he’d leaped into action, even off-duty, pulling off his button-down shirt to reveal the izumo tech suit still underneath. 

“stay here. i’ll come back for you later. i promise.” he’d kissed you on the head, despite your growing protests that it wasn’t safe, and quickly before pulling out his twin katanas and pushing deep into the scattered crowd to confront the kaiju threat. it’d been hard to see the fight in the distance, but you thought you saw a gigantic plume of smoke forming a hazy mirage over the horizon, and the faint flickering of orange and yellow of a possible fire. it’d terrified you, but hoshina could handle himself. you knew that much. 

but now that the kaiju had been dispersed, you still saw no sign of him. you’d been corralled away along with the rest of the civilians towards a shelter, but when the defense force officer in charge of overseeing your shelter came back with the announcement that civilians were free to return back outside, hoshina was still nowhere to be found. when you’d asked the defense force officer if there was any sign of hoshina, he’d simply shrugged.

“i thought he was off duty for today.”

decidedly unhelpful, but what made it worse was that you couldn’t really parse through the crowd at all. you were surrounded by a horde of strangers, each of their features as blurry and indistinct as the next, trying to ignore the pounding in your heart. hoshina’s red eyes, the warmth of his smile. he’d said he’d come back, and there was no way he’d let just any old kaiju kill him. that was utterly impossible, right? you swallow, trying to ignore the rising panic in your chest. 

and somehow, the crowd, seeming to respond to your panic, only seemed to thicken, pressing up against you. 

“sorry, sorry,” you murmur weakly as you bump into a stranger. “sorry. i’m–i’m just trying to–”

the words soon die on your throat as someone from the back of the crowd continues to push you forward. you look around, cursing the fact that you couldn’t see where anything was too distinctly–you don’t even think you remember the signposts that were close to you when hoshina told you to stay put. your pace falters for a moment, as you try to gather your bearings–but before you can, you get slammed so hard from behind that your glasses fall off your face, skittering to the ground. 

you drop down, trying to feel for them, because suddenly your head hurts and you don’t know what to do. you think something like a strangled sob leaves your lips.

“found you.”

you look up towards the source of the voice, even your peripheral vision blurry enough that you could only make out a vague dark shape on your shoulder, and another dark shape wrapping around your wrist–a hand, thankfully–pulling you to your feet. 

“hoshina,” you say, relief creeping into your voice. 

“hey,” hoshina says softly, tender fondness in his voice. your hands fumble, not quite sure what to do, and you can feel the soft subtle breath of hoshina’s shaking laugh. “lean forward for me?”

you do, and hoshina places your glasses back on your face, his fingers gentle.

he seems thankfully unharmed as he comes back into focus, but your hands reach up to touch his face, to map the way his cheekbones feel against your thumbs.

“why the hell did you run off like that?” you ask, slapping your hands on his face with a little more force. he winces, laughing–you feel the corners of his lips quirk up, the way his cheeks press up as he smiles. “and you left me, too!”

“i’m sorry,” hoshina says, only sincerity in his voice. “i didn’t mean to leave.”

“i know you didn’t–you couldn’t have predicted the kaiju attack–but don’t just rush off without giving a more concrete plan of where you’ll be,” you scold. “i don’t think my heart could take if if i couldn’t find you again.”

hoshina nods, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly. “i’ll always find you, okay? i promise.”