#take as much pride as you want in your scars no matter how you got them bc if youre good inside youre good outside

[tired-biscuit]

18+ / fem!reader

ok but bakugou with a bimbo!reader as a girlfriend?

honestly, he might seem mean, stoic and perhaps even humourless to others, however he simply adores you and turns all sorts of soft and gooey underneath all that hard exterior whenever he lays his eyes on you: his sweet little girlfriend.

you're just too precious not to love. all dolled up and smelling sweet like sugar and ripe summer fruit no matter the time of day or activity, you make him want to eat you right up just because of how simply adorable you are without even trying; outright make him want to lick his fingers clean right after. one after the other.

constantly getting lost and being so clearly ditzy, he insists on protecting you at all costs so that he can keep you close and, even more importantly, safe. he does that on the regular, of course - being a pro hero and all - however the skirts you wear despite the cold weather outside are so short that he feels the need to stand behind you in public even when he's not on the job; making sure that nobody can ever steal a peek of your cutesy underwear that you wear underneath.

those are for his eyes only, after all. only for his hands to touch and for his teeth to jokingly tug at until it's not all that funny anymore and thick tension rises between you.

and sure, bakugou knows that you're able to protect yourself from the perverts and the odd, borderline obsessed fans of his - to some degree. he's taught you some basic self-defence moves over the months, and made sure to beat it into your pretty little head that you are to keep the pepper spray - the one he got you as a "present" a little while after he'd reluctantly made your relationship official on live television - nice and secure in your comically small handbag, however the need to keep you from harm's way is simply too strong to ignore.

because clearly, you're just too naive to notice danger in a way he is able to. too nice to say a definite 'no' to a sleazy creep before it's a little too late. i mean, what if someone were to take advantage of you? hurt you? he couldn't possibly bear the consequences. not a man like him. no, no.

but it's okay, that's why you've got him - the big, strong pro hero, right at your side like a scary guard dog of sorts that will roll onto its back only for you. you've got his mean stare that he aims, oh, so expertly at the people that wish to bother you, but that he never, never points at you. his low hiss of warning that's accompanied with an even quieter threat of broken bones, which he always makes extra sure you can't hear him say, much less execute. his big, protective hand on the small of your back; thick fingers stroking, reassuring. his lips touching your temple whenever no one is looking, a mere ghost of a kiss placed on your skin as a silent reminder of his love for you. of his male pride and naturally embedded possessiveness.

and he actually does love you, he truly does. he loves how simple things with you are, how you just let him take care of you and spoil you rotten because you know it makes him feel needed; that it gives him purpose. how you run up to him, all eager and excited, and nearly throw yourself at him to squeeze him into a hug, not caring if anyone sees. how you bat your eyelashes up at him so sweetly as you touch his biceps and tell him how strong he is after he returns from the gym.

he loves how you always wait for him to come back after work even if he's told you a million times that you don't have to stay up, giving the big house a sense of home as you wash his hair for him after brushing him off with a giggle. loves how you scrub away the dirt and grime afterwards, and kiss every single one of his scars that dot his arms and chest inside the candle-lit bathroom, whose ambiance he can't help but find sort of corny even though he secretly enjoys it nonetheless.

and he also loves how much you blatantly love him in return, too. he loves your little good morning texts that are filled to the brim with sparkly heart emojis, as well as all of the surprise visits to his agency. he loves your lousy sugar cookies and your seemingly never-ending affection. how you never seem to even think about giving up on him, even if he's, let's be honest, an absolute pain in the ass.

and that's not all. he also loves how good you respond to him; to his touches. how you stare up at him with wide heart eyes whenever he's in the mood and his warm hands begin to stroke your body in a way that means something more. loves how you whimper so softly and mewl like a little kitten whenever he turns you around and mounts you like the big beast he is compared to you; red eyes watching as your pretty nails start clawing at the expensive bed sheet because of his slow, tired rhythm that reaches deep into your heart, soul, womb, but never your brain.

he loves how eager you are to please him. how you have absolutely no problem stroking his ego in the same way you also stroke his cock whenever he asks for it. how you open up for him any place, any time, with no trouble whatsoever; your body so pliant and soft just for him to devour.

he loves how his name sounds broken as you try to moan it out whilst you're bouncing on top of him and he spanks your ass and calls you a dumb slut. how your eyes roll into the back of your head as he pushes forward and puts you in a mating press a moment later. how tears roll down your cheeks as you choke on his length when he asks you to suck him off at the end, and how you accept a hefty amount of inches down your throat even if the mascara and glitter of your pretty make up makes your eyes burn.

and god, he adores how silly you look afterwards; completely fucked out of your ditzy mind as he cradles you to sleep, subtly ignoring how sticky you both are because of all the cum between your legs. you'll shower and change the bedding in the morning. he can't even be bothered to wipe away the sweat from his face, much less move you - that's how tight of a hold you've got on him.

and as he stares down at you, looking at your satisfied smile that's adorning your lips, katsuki thinks you're just so dumb. constantly giggly and almost painfully girlish, you're nothing but an airhead, really. much to everyone's surprise, however, he finds it sort of endearing.

you're his little airhead. and he loves you so much.

reblogs are appreciated <3

#bakugou smut #bakugo smut #bakugou x reader #biscuit drabbles

[cumikering]

Toxic Phillip Graves x reader

3.4k | angst, suggestive The commander with plenty of years ahead of you never saw you like you saw him, not even close

Next to the large window of the coffee shop, you sat with your book, sipping your latte that tasted closer to milk. Your cousin wasn’t a coffee drinker evidently.

“’Scuse me, miss. Would you mind if I sit here?”

You looked up at the owner of the smooth, southern voice. The man wore an easy smile – too easy, like he knew he looked good. Your eyes wandered past him, to the many empty tables before meeting his blue ones again.

“Sorry, I’m Phillip. I couldn’t help noticing your read.” He held out his copy of the exact same book. This is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper.

You gave him a polite smile. “Go ahead.”

“Not my usual read, but it resonates with me.” He sat and placed his cup of tea on the table before cracking his book open where his steel bookmark lay. “He shouldn’t have led her on,” he commented.

“But her story wouldn’t have started otherwise.”

He smiled. “That’s true.”

Phillip ordered you another drink as you discussed your common interest in literature. Before you could finish the tea, the alarm on his phone went off.

“It was such a pleasure meeting you, miss, but I’ve got a plane to catch.” He placed his bookmark back in his copy.

It was then that you noticed the scar across his right cheek. Whatever caused it seemed like it had a full intention of ripping him off the Earth – like a personal vendetta, but divine intervention let it bolt past, catching the cuff of his ear instead.

“Would it be alright to call you sometime? Maybe we can meet again when I find myself in town.”

You put your number in his phone, not expecting anything to come out of it. Not from a chance meeting with a charming man more than a few years older than you.

But days later, Phillip asked if you’d finished the book. You spoke on the phone for half an hour, listening to his analysis of the characters. He was sharp, brilliant, eloquent. It showed that he was well-read and took pride in it.

He was initially vague about his job, saying he travelled a lot. You didn’t think it mattered at all what he did. He was an online friend who was into the same things as you were. A month later when he told you he was the CEO of a private military company, you weren’t surprised at all. It was plain in the way he carried himself, his poise and decisiveness. The way he filled a room to the brim even when he didn’t try to.

Over the months, he mailed you books to read and discuss once a week. Then twice, and thrice and the calls grew more frequent, longer, later. Quieter, deeper.

He became more than a name on your screen, more than a voice at the other end of the line at nightfall. Your conversations bled into the daylight. You felt less like a secret, more like a part of his life. Like an affirmation that, maybe, you were not the only one in the liminal space.

Thinking of you, sweetheart.

Always love hearing from my woman during the day.

Your man is having some good lunch. Wish you were here to share it with.

You make me feel like I may be close to some, but never close enough.

I’ll show you how much you mean to me when we meet again.

“You promise?” you asked one day.

“I make guarantees,” he affirmed without missing a beat. “I’ll have the last week of this month off.  Why don’t you fly here? I’ll take care of your flights and hotel.”

“Are you serious?”

“Of course.”

“I’ve never done this before… Flown to meet anyone.”

“No pressure, darlin’. You mean a lot to me, you know that? Don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to.”

You booked your flights and hotel. You weren’t going to be a freeloader even that you knew it would have meant nothing to him judging by the suit he showed up at the airport in. You wanted to cry when you saw him and his boyish smile, carrying a large bouquet of roses and a sign of your name. You ran into his open arms.

“What are you doing dressed up like that?” you asked with a chuckle when you pulled away.

He kissed the top of your head. “Taking my darlin’ out on a dinner date.”

He helped with your suitcase to his grey SUV and waited for you to get ready in your room before taking you to a skyscraping French restaurant. Sat next to the floor-to-ceiling window, you couldn’t take your eyes off the view, the shadows of the city dainty against the gold seeping into deep purple.

“Gorgeous, huh?” He placed his hand on yours, making your turn to him. “I knew you’d like it. We can come back whenever you want.”

“I love it, Phil.” You beamed. “Thank you so much.”

“Anything for my darlin’.” He took your hand to his lips before raising his champagne flute. “To us.”

You clinked yours against his.

At your door, he asked if he could kiss you. You nodded, not meeting his blue eyes as you bit down a smile. He called you when he was in bed, and when you both refused to hang up, you wondered what kept you from staying at his instead.

Phillip spent the next two days taking you around the city and walking you to your room at the end of the night with a kiss, which lasted longer each time.

Darling, I need to take care of something on base. Would it be fine if you’re on your own for the day? His text read the next morning.

Instead of brunch with him, you wondered around the city on your own, reveling in the tall buildings and how friendly the people were. With a sweet Southern drawl, the older women called you honey, darling and everything else Phillip had called you. It made you miss him more.

As you enjoyed your dinner, your phone buzzed with his call. It didn’t take him long to pull up at the restaurant and give you a peck in front of his SUV. You’d seen photos of him in his full gear, but seeing him in his combat uniform in real life made your cheeks heat up as you held onto his biceps. With vivid eyes and a smirk like that, he was dangerously handsome.

His touch seared when he pushed you against the wall of his entryway, fingers grasping your jaw, as he licked and nipped.

“You kiss better than last night,” he mumbled against you.

You paused at the comment, but he didn’t relent. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands roamed. He carried you to his kitchen, setting you on the counter, icy against the backs of your thighs.

His mouth trailed down the side of your neck, sucking harder at the base than you’re used to, but it hurt so good. You shuddered as a small gasp escaped you. He pulled away with a satisfied smile before setting you down on your feet, turning to open his French door fridge.

You took in his kitchen, All-black, with spotless marble countertops and seamless cabinets.

“What would you like, darlin’?”

“J- Just water, please.”

You were breathless with your cheeks warm when he led you to his living room which looked equally as lavish with the large TV in front of his plush leather couch. When he pulled you onto his lap, you let out a small squeak, making him chuckle.

“You’re always so adorable.” He kissed your cheek.

He put on some football on as he held you close, his hot, wide palm on your mid-thigh, exposed from him pushing your dress up. Every so often, he’d give it a squeeze as he sipped his beer, making your breath hitch.

“Darlin’, it’s getting late. Let’s get you back.” He patted your thigh. “Unless you want to stay? You can pick any room you want.”

He gave you a quick tour of his place, and you picked the room next to his. He gave you toiletries and his clothes for the night, and told you to come to his room when you were ready for bed. You opened his door to him on his bed in sweats, a book on his lap. He motioned for you to sit next to him, and you did, leaning onto his bare chest. You read with him, his arm around you, thumb rubbing your arm occasionally.

“Phil?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I just- Well-“ Confidence eluded you as fast as it graced and your heart raced. “Nevermind.”

He laid his book down and turned towards you. “What is it? You know you can tell me anything.”

You felt small having to ask, embarrassed that it was even something that bothered you. But when you looked into his eyes, welcoming with that warm smile, you thought maybe it was alright. It was Phillip after all.

“I wanted to know… What are we?”

He kissed your forehead. “Whatever you want us to be. I’d love to be your man if you let me.”

You smiled, relieved as you nodded.

“Anything for my woman.”

Phillip wasn’t in his room when you woke in his bed the following morning. You figured he was in his office, and he was, with the door open.

He looked up from his computer with a smile. He’d put a t-shirt on, his light brown hair tousled now. You noted he didn’t have his usual cup of coffee with him.

“Good morning, darlin’. Sorry I didn’t mean to leave the bed so early, but I’ve got reports to send.”

“That’s okay.”

“I hope you slept well. Feel free to use the kitchen. I’ll join you when I’m done in a bit.”

You went to his kitchen, the counters lustrous in the morning light. Next to the fridge, something glinted. It was a bottle cap of his favourite beer from the night before, a foreign brand you’d never seen. You put the cap into your sweats pocket - a keepsake of your first visit to his. You made coffee for the both of you, and when you were scouring the cabinets for some sugar-

“Sorry, sweetheart, who are you?”

You gasped, turning to the kitchen entrance where the voice came from. It was a middle-aged woman, carrying grocery bags. She blinked, her smile polite but confused.

“Uhh, Phil?” You looked straight at her with wide eyes, at a loss for words.

“What is it, darlin’?” he replied from a distance.

“Phillip Graves?” the woman called out, voice thundering.

In a second, he rounded the corner.

“Mum. Hey, I wasn’t expecting you.” He took the bags from her hands, placing them on the counter before giving her a hug. “This, uh- this is a friend.” He gestured to you.

“Hi, Mrs. Graves.”

“Good morning, sugar.” She nodded at you, her eyes warmer as she unpacked the bags. “I stopped by to drop off some fruits. I was at the farmer’s market.” Her eyes flicked to you, a playful smile on her lips. “He never has anything in his house other than beer, does he?”

You let out a small laugh, and he had an amused smile as he shook his head.

“I’m still in the middle of something. I’ll finish up real quick.” He left again.

“He’s married to his job,” she commented as she opened the fridge, stocking it with the colourful produce she brought.

“Um, do you know where the sugar is by any chance?”

She turned to you and glanced at the two mugs on the counter. “If he hasn’t had his coffee yet by now, that’s probably because he’s out of sugar.” She smiled. “And you know how much of a sweet-tooth he is.”

You did.

She continued lining the fridge with apples. “He really does run on coffee. He never learnt to cook, that boy. Lucky he’s got you taking care of him.”

Your heart swelled. Did he tell her about you already?

“All done now,” she said, closing the fridge. “Tell him I say bye, will you?”

“Okay.”

She gave you a squeeze and pinched your cheek. “I’ll see you again soon, sugar.”

You beamed as you walked her to the door. She didn’t hate you, and it made you irrationally happy.

“Phil?” You stood at the door to his office. “Your mom just left, told me to tell you bye.”

He beckoned you to come in, and he pulled you to sit on his lap, his hand squeezing your thigh.

“You know why I said you’re a friend, don’t you? I promise I’ll tell her soon.” He gave you an easy smile. “It’s like introducing vegetables to a kid. You gotta do it in small doses.”

“That’s okay, I understand.“ It didn’t bother you seeing how warm she was towards you. Still, you held on to his words.

“Okay, I’m almost done now. I’ll drive you to your hotel to get ready and we’ll go out for lunch.”

As well as the day went, you went ahead of yourself, like you often did when things felt too good. It dawned on you this was a little dream, a fleeting paradise in your ordinary life. Like a ticking bomb, it was going to detonate into a million pieces, and you’ll wake up with nothing but little mice, a pumpkin, a tattered dress and the sweetest memory.

The demon lingered in the backroom of your mind, pounding relentlessly at the door, begging to be set free. You felt like you’d gone too deep, like you shouldn’t even have started with all this.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm, darlin’?” Phillip asked when you entered his house, tossing his keys into the entryway bowl.

You couldn’t even fake a smile.

“Did I do something to upset you?” He rubbed your arms and led you to the couch.

He turned your body to him, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. You couldn’t drown the riot in your head.

“Please. If it’s my fault, let me fix it.”

“How is this going to work?” Your eyes flicked to his, continuing in a smaller voice. “We don’t live close at all.”

“Got me worried there,” he exhaled, pulling you to his chest. “You can move here, of course.”

“It’s not that easy, is it?”

“I know it’s not. If I’m honest, I don’t have an answer for that yet.” He sighed as he caressed your hair. Silence lingered before he continued, “You know what my drill sergeant used to say? You can’t fly when you keep worrying about falling out of the sky.”

“You told me.” A smile flickered on your lips.

“We’re just a two-hour flight away from each other. As long as you still want this, don’t think too much of what’s going to come. It will work itself out.” He tilted your face to him by the chin. “We’ll work it all out.”

Perhaps he was right. You just needed to focus on what’s right in front of you. When you asked if you could extend your stay for a few more days, he gave you a peck on the lips.

He held you wordlessly for a long time until he got a call for an emergency meeting. He told you not to wait up if he wasn’t done in an hour. You hadn’t planned on staying the night, but you still had your toiletries from the other day. You got ready for bed and rescheduled your return flight, extending the timer on the proverbial bomb, even just for two more days. You wanted to float in this dream a little longer.

It was past 2 in the morning when your door creaked open. You turned, the dim light from the hallway bleeding into the dark.

“Why are you still up?” he asked, closing the door behind him.

“I should ask you the same thing.”

He turned the bedside lamp on and sat on the bed, holding your hand.

“I’ve been thinking. You’re really special to me, darlin’. I want to work this out. I promise we’ll find a way, okay?”

You choked out a sob. His words like balm to your burning chest. You sat up and wrapped your arms around him.

“You’re so emotional. It’s adorable.” He let out a small laugh as he stroked your back. “I love you.”

When your tears stopped flowing, he laid you down, caging you between his forearms as he kissed you. Your arm wrapped around his neck, a hand cupping his lightly stubbled jaw. You fell into the kiss, into the sensation of his perfect lips. His hand wandered, pinching, squeezing, rubbing, his lips unrelenting, ever intensifying.

You squirmed under him. “Phil, that’s- you’re being a bit rough.”

He pulled away. “My ex liked it this way.”

You appreciated his passion, but the comment didn’t sit right. He stilled for a second before lying beside you in silence. You didn’t know how long you lay there, but in the dark, your eyes blinked open at the click of the door.

Your heart drained, hollow, hanging by a thread like it was going to float away out of your gaping chest any second. What you thought was going to be a comforting night turned unkind, instead leaving you feeling less than. You let out an uneven breath, pulling the comforter closer around you, willing it to drown the ache.

The next morning, Phillip was quiet, not even meeting your eyes as he told you to get ready. It was jarring, when for days it was as if he couldn’t keep his hands off you, but that day felt like he didn’t even want you anywhere near him.

Perhaps he had a lot in mind, maybe something about his meeting the night before – you knew it happened sometimes, but this time, the stillness made you nervous. Rejected, unwanted, out of place. Something was brutally wrong and it hung heavy in the air, it made you hard to breathe.

He finally broke the silence when he pulled up at the hotel lobby. “This isn’t working out.”

You turned to him, not believing your ears. “What?”

“This is a mistake,” he declared.

“But… Last night, we just- You said you loved me.“

“Why are we talking like this is some kind of negotiation? It’s not.”

The harsh tone sent chills down your spine. He’d never used that voice on you.

“I thought you liked sex, sweetheart. Why’d you wear those cute outfits otherwise?” His smirk turned to a frown. “Also, you laugh too loud. It’s off putting.”

You froze in your seat, like you wanted to scream but your voice a prisoner in your throat. Your stomach churned, bitter, singeing.

“You didn’t think this was real, did you? Don’t worry, it’s not like I don’t want to see you again. We’ll get coffee when I visit, okay?”

Your lips quivered as you blinked your tears away, but you were not going to let yourself cry.

“Oh, come on! Don’t start crying now. You’re making me look like the bad guy.” He threw his hands up in exasperation.

Was he not? When he told you all those things, some of the kindest words anyone had ever said to you. When the gold he gave you was brass at heart.

“Fuck you, Graves.” You got out of the car, slamming the door shut. Your tears stained your cheeks as you walked away.

It was the last time you saw or heard from him until two months later.

Hey, just wanted to let you know I’m attached now. We’re visiting next month. Want to meet up?

You regretted not blocking his number. You wiped away the tear that slipped.

Three years later, the universe sprinkled chaos and stirred its pot. You met another Phillip. Your cousin asked if it was the Graves variety. You said no, with a smile brighter than you ever remembered smiling.

This one held your hand and brought you home to meet his mum. This one didn’t bring up his exes when you didn’t ask. This one laughed harder when you cackled.

This one didn’t have to lie about his intentions, because a few years later, his promise of forever came without you even having to ask.

Thanks @shadofireshinobi for making me write this <3

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kiss it better

𓂅 genre: childe, diluc, xiao, and kaeya x gn! reader fluff

𓂅 warnings: mentions of scars

𓂅 summary: kissing their scars and how they'd react to it

𓂅 note: rawr hi hello <33 i'm really sorry for postponing chapter 1 of the series soooo here's an apology gift HAHSJS. YEA THIS IS JUST PURE BRAINROT FUELLED BY THIS ART BY THE TALENTED @calligraphii (go check him out rn u will Never regret it) I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY EITHER WAY ^^

CHILDE

like the bloodthirsty harbinger he is, childe gets into tons of battles which end up giving him some nasty scars.

he's never been afraid of showing them to you. in fact, he prides himself in his healed wounds because they symbolize victory and strength to him.

there's a story hidden behind each scar and he spends hours relaying them to you in animated excitement.

he has you cradled in his strong arms on the bed, allowing you to point out different scars and ask him to explain how he got them.

there's this one particular scar that leaves an almost concerningly large mark right across where his heart would supposedly be.

you trace it with your fingertips curiously, the tenderness and warmth of your touch causing goosebumps to raise on childe's skin.

"ah... this one..." he trails off, raising a hand to casually stroke the back of your head as you listen to his story intently.

he expects you to be worried, mad even. but when you lean down to plant a kiss to his scar, right above his thundering heart, his stomach starts doing wild flips and his eyes soften immensely.

"i'm just grateful you're still here. with me," you mutter softly. childe simply cannot resist the urge to kiss you at that moment. his hands cup your face, fingers caressing your cheeks as his lips mold into yours perfectly. usually his kisses are hungry and desperate, but this kiss was different. it was sweet, sincere, and entirely loving.

even when he's breathless he doesn't seem to want to part from you. but, when you do eventually part, he leans his forehead against yours, taking your hand to gingerly place it over the scab once more. you can vaguely feel how is heart thrums in adoration for you as he says, "still here and will always be here for you, sweetheart. i won't ever leave you."

DILUC

unlike childe, diluc is more reserved with his scars. he doesn't think you'd want to see something so like that on him.

however, when you do get closer in your relationship, he seems to forget that they're there in the first place.

you make him feel comfortable enough to change in front of you. he knows you'd never judge him no matter the circumstances.

the first time he does change in front of you, casually tossing his shirt to the side, he's a bit worried when you go completely quiet.

"is something the matter, love?" he asks, craning his neck to peer at your figure behind him. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingertips trace over the ragged lines on his toned back.

"how'd you get these?" you ask, arms coming to wrap around diluc's waist as you continue examining the scar.

he relishes in your hold and replies to you by saying, "i got them from tending to problems caused by the abyss order. nothing new."

"they are rather... unsightly though," he adds. but, before he can ask you if you'd rather get him to out his shirt back on, he feels your lips press against his skin. at that moment, all his sane thoughts and coherent words fly out the window.

such intimacy was still a tad bit foreign to diluc, but he welcomed it nonetheless. he fears that you can hear his heart pounding out of his chest when you continue to litter loving kisses across the lines of his back before perching your chin on his shoulder.

"not at all, luc." the simple reassurance is enough to have the corners of diluc's lips tugging up into an uncontainable yet small smile. he thought he was already so in love you but oh boy... you just made him fall for you much harder.

XIAO

he's lived and fought for such a long time, it's impossible that the adeptus' skin isn't littered with battle scars.

similar to diluc, xiao is more reserved with his scars. he would easily get flustered and a little insecure at just the thought of you seeing one of them.

however, he can't hide all his scars. there are some thag are clearly shown on his exposed skin, and it's not that hard for you to notice them.

xiao is aware that the scars are there, but you haven't paid them any mind yet so he hasn't worried about them.

on the night you do notice them, he tries not to react that much, trusting you enough to trace over the healed wound with your hand.

the scar you were currently caressing was on on his shoulder. he kept quiet as you continued to trace over it, a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

he would have quietly explained the origin of the scar but it wasn't a particularly big. it was minor enough that he had even forgotten how he had gotten it. so without anything to say, he keeps his mouth shut in a thin line until he sees you leaning in dangerously close to his shoulder.

"what are you—" all words die on his tongue when he feels your lips press against the wound on his shoulder, eyes growing wide at your caring affection.

xiao can practically feel the way his heartbeat speeds up rapidly when you raise your head from his shoulder to look at him with what he can definitely conclude is love. he still has yet to recover from his shock when you tell him, "your scars are pretty."

at that, xiao's cheeks flare darker to the point where not even the darkness of night can conceal his blush. you're patient with him and xiao can never express how grateful he is when you give him space and time to collect himself in times like these. he's even more grateful when you're content with his curt and short "thank you" as a reply, pecking his cheek softly before continuing to sit in the peaceful silence of the passing night.

KAEYA

being a cavalry captain, despite how laid back kaeya always seems to be, is not an easy task.

he's had to undergo years of training to master the skill of swordsmanship. he's had his own fair share of fights throughout his years of being captain.

with his job injuries are inevitable, so he tok has many scars all across his body, the most common ones being on his hands.

underneath the smooth gloves that he wears are calloused, rough, and scarred hands that telk stories of hardships and triumphs.

he's rarely seen in public without his gloves on, but at his shared home with you, he lets his hands be vulnerable in your comforting presence.

he lets you play with them and hold them without any qualms. he even has the nerve to throw in some teasing remarks like, "oh, so you like them rough ;)" please smack him upside the head </3

it's gotten so normal for him to let you examine his hands so casually. so when you give them extra attention and love, he is pleasantly surprised.

on one night when he's simply reading a book and letting you toy with his hand as per usual, he's surprised when he feels you pressing your lips against the numerous little scars loitered on his palm. he tears his eyes away from the page, cupping your face in his hand and smiling softly when you nuzzle into his skin.

"you're rather affectionate today," he chuckles softly, setting the book aside to pull you into his arms for the night. you shrug and intertwine his hand in yours, pecking his knuckles softly.

"i just love you that much." you smile up at him and kaeya can't helo but smile back. he cradles the back of your head with his free hand, pulling you closer to press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. "well, i love you as well, angel. much more than you will ever know."

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[lizzaneia-elizalde]

What about a yandere king x reader (make or female) and reader is basically a spy, making the king fall in love with them to get information etc, and reader basically tries to kill the king in his sleep but he lives cause he's a warrior at heart 💪(bbg energy lol) and basically what the king would do in that situation

An extremely cliche scenerio

Yandere! Male! King x Gn! Spy! Reader

Ugh Uni just started last week, and it was not... Fun.

One of our classes start at 7:30, and my Uni is like 30minutes-1hour far from my house so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Anyways, there's no classes today so I got to actually write.

I got quickly uncomfortable writing this HAHAHAH damn. So, if noncon is not your tea, or you're looking for a fluffy fic, I suggest you don't read this one. I'm serious. This is not romantic in any way.

Yandere! King name: Soma

TW: NonCon

At Saphiri, there's a lot of Kingdoms and Sultanates, and a handful of Empires. One of the Kingdoms is called the Caelum Kingdom.

It's a newly established Kingdom, and was once a sizable city without a nation. Built from the foundations of a trading center.

It's a Kingdom formed on an archipelago separated by streams of salt water and fresh water in between their islands. A tight knit community, they thrive in tourism, trading, and textile export. They were honestly on a breakthrough to become an Empire, and it was just a matter of time.

Caelum has been led by the Elara family for generations upon generations. They were the first to discover the island, to establish itself as a city, and a kingdom as they led and oversaw the whole archipelago.

And currently, it's led by Soma Elara, the 3rd born crown prince and now the King of Caelum.

Soma, being the 3rd born, didn't really have that much chance on the throne. That, and his siblings, especially the first born, were smart and all had a chance at taking the throne.

He hated it dearly.

His mother, the second Queen after the previous died, is a greedy woman.

She sees Soma as a tool, and wanted him to succeed the throne.

If not... Let's just say the back of his legs will have more scars decorated on them.

Soma suffered abuse at the hand of his mother who wanted him to catch the attention of the King. And him, conditioned by his abusive upbringing, caught the want for power from his mother.

Ego and Pride. Those two prospects were pummeled into Soma's mind. Nobody can become the King. Only he is worthy of the throne.

So, he became the perfect prince. Nevermind that he orchestrated events in which it would humiliate his siblings. That's irrelevant. What's important is him.

The perfect gentleman with the wits of a genius, he became the crown prince when the selection came.

And, to solidify his place...

His older siblings were pronounced dead due to "freak accidents". One was devoured by sea monsters, the other was torn apart by demons. The younger ones were lucky, they only got to be a bit disabled due to "their own faults at being clumsy".

To not raise suspicion, of course Soma got hurt. Dead almost, but he miraculously recovered! How delightful!

The poor scapegoat is the youngest. And, as she got executed, Soma had a cold look of arrogance on his face.

The Queen?

She's afraid of the monster she created. She wanted a King, not a tyrant.

And, as she trembles when her friends tell her how good of a King her son is, Soma glares at her coldly from the balcony, daring her to speak ill of him.

Years passed, and Soma is now of marriageable age at 25.

His advisers told him to find a Queen, but he refuses to do so.

He's thinks having a Queen would make him look weak in the eyes of people.

So, why get a Queen when he can be an absolute Patriarch?

His Pride cannot allow for a potential weakness.

Not until a certain new person entered the palace as a stableperson...

Soma is welcoming foreign envoys to his palace, in which they would have a inter-country peace talks about a certain Emperor who is wreaking havoc amongst other kingdoms in search of a knight. They said that she was the supposed to be Empress, but fled the Empire.

Even one of the Dukes there, Duke Eros, is here to talk about the man.

As Soma guides the envoys to the palace grand meeting room, a certain servant caught his eyes.

They were frolicking with his horse, who was known to be too stubborn for its own good. Heck, this horse needs coaxing from Soma even just to let him ride on it.

But this stableperson was just... Hugging and petting his horse without any kind of violent reaction.

Honestly, Soma's ego was bruised.

His eyebrows furrowed as he led the envoys to the meeting hall once more.

He needs to know who this person is.

After quite the gruelling three hours of a collective disbelief over the actions of the Emperor Callisto, Soma got out of the meeting room and bid a good day to the envoys. Without any more distractions, he marched to the stables to find the person.

There, he saw you. Brushing the coat of his horse ever so gently and with a hum.

Oh he's annoyed.

Again, how can this pride filled horse just... Let's you be?

"State your name."

Your head, that was hidden due to being on the other side of the horse, popped out of the frame and he lets out a confused look.

You look so... Cute and innocent with those sparkling eyes that held so much affection for the horse in front of you.

"Oh! Your majesty!" You bowed. Even your voice sounds so sweet. "My name is Y/N. I'm not unworthy to meet you but..."

You looked up at him, eyes sparkling once more but now, with affection for him.

Oh?

"But I am so glad to meet you, your majesty."

Your voice held so much affection and love for him.

He cleared his throat, a bit awkward.

Sure, people admired him, but these people always held reverence and respect first. But here you are, projecting your affection like this.

His ego was fed immensly.

"You're bold." Soma smirked, "I like that."

He didn't miss the way your eyes widened subtly. Your face glowed with radiance of happiness that he was so sure he got blinded.

"Oh! Oh my..." You held your blushing cheeks, shy. "Thank you, your majesty... Um Oh..."

You bowed and ran away, fully embarrassed.

Soma, surprised, let his guard down a bit as he laughed gently at your antics.

You were like a deer that was curious, then runs away when get caught.

He liked that.

Immensly.

Yet, what he doesn't know, is that you were smirking as you ran away.

You knew that a prideful man like him wouldn't like a strong independent person.

That would just clash with his personality.

But, what if that person was cute, innocent, shy, friendly... Someone who is easily protect-able. Someone who loves them immensely and is shy about it?

It would inflate his ego wildly seeing this naive person love them without a care.

You're a spy sent by the Emperor Callisto in order to find his darling knight here. And, if you can't find her, you just need to send the Emperor information, so that he can infiltrate the Kingdom and wreck havoc just to lure out the knight.

Honestly, the Emperor scares you. Who's crazy enough to wage countless wars just to find his woman?

Or does he delight in bloodshed and finding his darling is just an excuse?

Who knows, but you knew you have to kill Soma after you extracted enough information from him to start the war inside the Kingdom.

Starting with capturing the heart of the Prideful King.

"Soma!"

You ran to Soma and hugged him tightly. A happy smile on your face with a blush well orchestrated that you know he loves.

Soma smiles and kisses the top of your head before continuing to talk to his Prime Minister.

In those two months that you were here, you painstakingly captured Soma in your hands. Continuing to act as the naive person who doesn't know noble etiquette, you were a breath of fresh air in the uptight palace.

The servants love you, the other nobles look longingly your way, wanting to act as carefree as you.

And Soma? He's head over heels for you.

Yet, in his mind, you were the one in love. Not him. He loves having you by his arms, with you just loving him affectionately and being there to relieve his stress.

You were promoted to consort immediately once you confessed to him fully, and was now a precious being inside the Kingdom.

After all, this King who doesn't want marriage, with ego so high people swore it was through the heavens, suddenly had a consort on their way to become his royal partner.

Soma gave you everything. He loves giving you gifts, asserting dominance as he spoils you greatly.

And, as his reward, you would pour your affection to him while asking about information that he willingly gave.

After all, the foolish king still thinks you won't betray him.

You were only a stableperson, who in their right mind would betray him? Someone who's such a catch?

Sure, he's really handsome. People were lining left and right for his hand in marriage after all. And he spoils you greatly. You won't betray him. He knows it.

But, why are you straddling his lap now, in the middle of the knight, with a knife raised up high?

You were staring at him so coldly, he swore you are a different person.

Anguish, that's what Soma felt first.

He wanted to ask you why, but anger immediately filled him as you swung the knife down.

You're fast, but not fast enough.

He grabbed your hand and gripped it hard, making you seethe and drop the knife hilt down on the bed.

"WHY?!" He screamed, trying to clutch your body to submission. "HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME!"

You gritted your teeth and tried to thrash away from his hold, not saying anything.

When he got you pinned down on the bed, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

"Who sent you." He chillingly said that you gulped and shakily answered.

"Emperor Callisto."

Soma stopped, eyes darkened to a degree.

Yet, the words that came out of his mouth was surprising for you.

"So, you're doing this for a man other than me?"

He threw his head back, laughing wildly as his pride got pummeled fully.

First, you made him dance on your palm. Make him spill information and secrets. Let him spoil you greatly. Let you love him freely! And this is how you pay him? A betrayal for another man?

You're such a greedy fucker.

"Oh, cuz he's an Emperor, isn't he?" He spat out, eyes wide with extreme jealousy and unbridled rage. His squeeze on your waist was hurting you immensely. "And i'm not? Is this it? Do you spread your legs to men of higher status huh?"

Your heart dropped when you saw him take off his dress shirt, displaying his carved out muscles that once brought you lust, but now it brought you fear.

Soma gripped your shirt, eyes dead with no light. His mouth a thin light as he captured your lips in a frenzied kiss.

He's no one with pride now. His ego gone.

The betrayal made him crazy as you made him crazy for you.

Placing a palm on your abdomen, he smirks. An evil intent on his eye.

"I'm gonna fuck/breed you into submission." He growls out, grinding his hips against yours. "I'm gonna make you forget the Emperor. I only want you to only live for me, sing and dance for me, I want you to only love me."

And as he relishes in the fear in your eyes, he smirks.

You're his.

And he will break you into being his if you try to get out of his clutches at all.

Remember that.

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[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 9 - left its seeds while I was sleeping

“Hello darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence.” -The Sound of Silence by Disturbed

Masterlist Part 8

It was the lack of air in her lungs that woke Jazz up, gasping for air and fingers desperately trying to find a beating pulse at her neck. 

With a sigh of relief, Jazz rested her palm against the beat, counting as it started to settle into a resting pace again. 

Another nightmare. 

Back in Danny’s memorial Jazz had converted from a maintenance access space, she had slept there one Christmas weekend as she learned her little brother would truly never have a peaceful afterlife. The darkness was an old friend, like a worn blanket from childhood that you would hide under because you believed the monsters wouldn’t get you then- embraced her as she was and sheltered her as she mourned her lost humanity and childhood until there were no more tears to cry. 

Nonetheless, it couldn’t shelter her from the dreams of death, the echo of Danny’s death scream ghostly wail ricocheting in her skull like the worst sort of pinball game she could ever have the misfortune of playing. 

It was no longer Danny’s death or theirs that haunted her with dogged determination, but Jason’s. 

(The same man she found herself missing more with each passing day that she didn’t wake in his arms.)

It was horrifically detailed, the nightmares, because Jazz’s imagination painted with vivid color even in sleep. The details Lady Gotham had shared with her were few and far between, considering she didn’t care for talking about her favorite bird’s murder. 

(Beaten, betrayed… waiting for his dad to reach him in time.)

(Only the darkness would ever know how much Jazz cried for a younger Jason, who only wanted his mother’s love, died for it.)

(It spoke to her own childhood, wanting her parents to love her and care for her.)

(What a pair they were.)

Jazz threw off her blankets and got dressed for the day, hair brushed back into a low ponytail and Bracelets hidden under loose sleeves and a glamor. The metal was cool against her warm skin, a comfortable weight on her forearms as she went about her morning in silence, forcing the nightmare back into a box for her never to think about. 

Danny emerged only a few minutes after Jazz began making breakfast for them, yawning and raking a scarred hand through his messy hair as he tried to wake up. Her little brother was completely healed from his traumatic experience physically, but she worried about him mentally. Though he was much happier compared to when she first dragged him bleeding and screaming to Gotham, which could also be due to the fact that he has a new Haunt and isn’t vilified by the city as Phantom. 

Even if it came at the cost of life, Danny loved being a vigilante.

The signs were there in the little things most of all.

 The pride in his voice when he introduced himself as Phantom, delivered puns and witty one-liners with his wicked sense of humor for all to see, thrived in the sense of duty he wrought in Protecting others, even complete strangers. Danny was a hero, but he didn’t need that distinction to want to help, he only wanted to not be hunted for his spooky nature. 

Jazz would shoulder that burden for him, take up another mantle if it meant giving Danny a chance to be happy with his existence. Ancients only knew how far she would go for him. 

One slash, two, three

Blood is on your hands already. 

Fourth, fifth slash

Ask the ghosts if honor matters, buried amongst the ash. 

So what if Jazz had a bond with the darkness? So what if she woke up with no air in her lungs, searching for a pulse? 

There was nothing else for her to fight for, no greater purpose she could find then to be at Danny’s side through the ups and downs. Jazz had already given up so much, both willingly and unknowingly, to take the crown, to be more than a presence on the sidelines- she was more than a Liminal, Jazz was the damn Regent. 

(She ignored the grating reminder of the title being temporary.)

It was only until Jazz watched Danny walk through the door of his school, that it dawned on her what she was feeling….

Jazz was becoming depressed. 

-——-———–

With the subtlety of Jack Fenton barreling through a wall, Jazz threw herself into work- both Vigilante and Regent- to ignore the realization and subsequent horror that she was falling into a deep depression.

And it was largely because of Danny. 

Ancients, Jazz wanted nothing more than to confront these feelings head on, much like she encouraged her little brother too, but she couldn’t even find where to begin. 

She supposed she could find someone to talk to about all this, in a professional manner, but her options were limited. 

Spectra was the only ghost with counseling experience, but Jazz would only be leaving a conversation with her worse than when she began. 

Frostbite would be of little help with something so human, considering he was an ancient ghost Yeti. 

Human. That was it. 

Jazz hadn’t considered a human psychiatrist, since most of her health needs thus far were physical and treated by the Yeti tribe, thanks to her ecto-contamination and proto-core. 

What if she found a human doctor to see? Jazz had no reason to discuss anything  ecto related, only human adjacent, so she could very well find one that suited her and her needs. 

Well, that might be a challenge in Gotham. 

The Watchtower was host to nearly every possible hero who were to attend Batman’s urgent briefing, many lingering around and questioning what the Bat could’ve had in store for so many of them to be present. 

Robin, Red Hood, and Red Robin were counted among the numbers of those present, though only Red Robin had the fully depth of what they were about to be privy to, having been one of three people to sort through the Ghost Files (as they were dubbed by the Batkids). 

Robin had demanded to be included, citing his prior experience with The Regent in Crime Alley as reason enough. 

(He would not admit that he had been petrified by the vigilante, the death aura freezing him down to his bones.)

Red Hood was there at the request of his younger brother (Tim), Oracle and Batman, though he had yet to understand why. 

“Red Robin, begin the presentation.” Batman ordered gruffly as he entered the large meeting hall, Superman and Wonder Woman at his heels, the other heroes trickling in soon after. 

Red Robin nodded, took a deep breath and started the presentation slideshow. 

Slide #1: Ghosts, Fenton Family, GIW, Anti-Ecto Acts, The Regent and the Phantom

Despite the absurdity of the first slide, no one felt like laughing. Especially when it is in a meeting with the Batman, the Dark Knight and two (?) of his children. Not to mention the existence of Deadman was well known to the Justice League. 

“Bloody Hell, Bats, took you long enough.” Constantine had no qualms about poking the man in question with a metaphorical stick, but he had fully expected this briefing to happen a week ago. 

“This briefing will be disclosing information granted to us by one of these Ghosts or Ecto-Entities as they are officially classified by the Ghost Investigation Ward or GIW. A serious breach of the Metahuman protection laws has been created and exploited by this government organization, which is responsible for drawing the Human world into the beginnings of an inter dimensional war with the Infinite Realms.” Batman spoke calmly, even if he was holding onto his demeanor by the skin of his teeth. 

(He was livid.)

(A dead child had to beg him not to send him to war.)

(A dead child was a Spirit of Protection.)

As expected, the heroes present were disgusted by the actions of the GIW, the diabolical Anti-Ecto Acts passed during Luther’s term. 

The worst reactions came during the Fenton Family portion. 

The Ghost Files had included so much info on them, Red Robin had to shorten the list of what he would include in the presentation. 

The first picture was of the members themselves, posing in front of a brick building with a neon sign of ‘Fentonworks’ glaring annoyingly from the background, casting an off shade of pale green over the subjects. 

“The Fenton Family, manufacturers of the weapons sold to the GIW for the express purpose of hunting and capturing ghosts.” Batman began, “The two adults are Madeline and Jack Fenton, ecto-biologists whose prejudiced views on Ecto-Entites seem to be the founding behind the Acts and the GIW.” 

The man in the photo was large, a sturdy frame encased in an orange hazmat suit and bearing a wide grin on his face, with an arm around his wife and children. Madeline Fenton was a slight woman, standing at a possible five foot eight and wearing a hazmat suit like her spouse. 

The children were the next to be spoken of, “The boy is Daniel Fenton, the youngest, and according to the information given, he was killed in a lab accident at fourteen years old.” 

The gasps of horror intermingled with the muttered curses before the Dark Knight silenced them, “Daniel’s older sister, Jasmine, was the primary caregiver for most of his life and after discovering her parents dissecting the town’s protector, a ghost by the name of Phantom, in the same basement lab Daniel died in, Jasmine allowed the Regent to claim their souls so the violence done to Phantom would be avenged.” 

It had been quite the shock for Red Robin and Oracle to read that, both at the evidence of cruelty and inhumane experimentation done to a sentient being (a child who died and protected the town) and the admittance that the Regent killed the humans to avenge Phantom.

It wasn’t until Hood grimly smiled and said, “Good for them.” that something clicked. 

Phantom was killed by the Fentons and avenged by the Regent of the Ghost King. 

(Jason had never been avenged, not like this dead kid.)

There was one file, a video, that Tim refused to share with anyone. 

The death of Daniel Fenton. 

…and the rebirth.

Contrary to popular belief, Danny wasn’t an idiot. He was born into a bloodline of brilliance, even if such wasn’t always used for the greater good. He had spent years fixing his parents failed inventions, doing the proper equations to figure out how something could work when in reality it had no business existing. 

(Designed to view a world unseen.)

He’d learned how to fly a jet and build one at fifteen out of sheer desperation, defeated the Ghost King in the same year…. And was almost killed fully by his parents. 

His vivisection scars had healed fully, his removed ribs having regrown, and he could transform without echoes of agony in his chest. 

(They had gotten far too close to his core.)

Point was, Danny knew there was something going on with his sister. She had been less talkative since their escape from Amity, but Jazz had been withdrawn since they took Jason to the Batcave. He had suspected that Jazz missed having someone to care for, considering that was the kind of person she’d been for as long as he could remember, but it didn’t seem quite right. There was something sadder in her eyes. 

Danny turned his focus back down to what he was doing, shoving the concern down to deal with later when he sees Jazz. Usually English was one of the classes he could relax in, considering he could now actually read the assigned books without worrying about ghost attacks eating into his sleep, but today Danny couldn’t focus on the teacher or the lesson. 

He’d had an idea for the ecto-comms, his own creation made from broken Fenton phones. His notebook, which was a mix of notes and half finished designs, was open to the original design of the comms. Danny had to account for Jazz’s helmet when he designed her set, but it was awkward at best to activate it when she needed to talk to him. 

Jazz needed armor to protect her vital organs even if her skin was incredibly durable. He’d seen some idiot unload a clip into Jazz’s back, not a single one had pierced her- that had been when she’d intercepted a smuggling ring from inside and had yet to summon her armor or sword. 

(The creepy head turn Jazz did to face the idiot was the stuff horror movies were made from.) 

(Danny was oddly proud.)

No, the armor was to protect against ghosts. Ecto-blasts would severely injure Jazz despite her liminalality, unlike Danny who could just go intangible or manipulate the ectoplasm in his body around the blast. 

“Did you hear about the Anti-Ecto Acts?” one of his classmates whispered from somewhere behind him, causing Danny to automatic tune his hearing into the conversation. 

“Yeah, that stuff is sick. Phantom is a pretty cool dude, even if he’s dead.” 

“He’s got puns for days, man.” 

“But still, ghosts?” 

“We got aliens, dude and you’re drawing the line at ghosts?” 

“Ugh, fine.” 

“Just read the whole article, man.” 

“It’s the daily planet.” 

“It’s Clark Kent and Lois Lane, dude, it’s worth the gag factor of metropolis.” 

Danny’s pencil snapped in uneven halves in his grip, confusing mix of emotions swirling in his chest. 

Anger-relief-cautious hope 

He’d given the Ghost Files to Batman as his last resort, believing in the hero and for his connection to Lady Gotham to sway him to give it a read through. Jazz had been adamant that if Phantom and the Ghost King was on that list, then she (as the Regent) would be too, though the two of them had argued against labeling Phantom as the Star King for the time being. Danny had grudgingly agreed to keep Phantom labeled as a Spirit of Protection, even if he went behind his sister’s back and gave Batman a list of his powers. 

(Danny still had nightmares of Dan.)

(He lost his parents, but he hadn’t lost his family.) (He had to remember that.) 

There were few things Jason would consider dear to him. 

His books, kept neat and orderly in his apartment. His vigilante alias, taken from his killer to be a force of change. His grave, as a reminder that he came back. He’d been surprised to see Joker removed from the rogue list, hopeful that it meant he was avenged the clown fucker was finally dead and gone. Dick had held him again when he finally broke down and mourned himself, relief in the fact his killer would never hurt another innocent. 

Never hurt his family again. 

Barbie had framed the autopsy report and given it to her dad, where it proudly rested on his desk as a reminder that the clown was knocked off by a blessed soul and his daughter would never be hurt by him again. 

The alley where his head remained mounted was a protected site in Crime Alley, enforced by both Red Hood and it’s people. A trophy for all of them to appreciate, because while they hadn’t been the ones to end him… they had survived to bare witness to the days free of Joker. 

Harley Quinn was free, the happiest woman in all of Gotham- no, the world! The demon who’d made her in his image so long ago was gone for good and nothing would bring him back. She was free of her ex, her origin story was finally finished. 

Jason counted the fact he was inadvertently avenged as the dearest part of what he was as equal parts man and shambling corpse. He was free of that burden. 

And he had the bone-deep instinct that he knew exactly who to show his appreciation to.

Part 10

#dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc au #dpxdc #jazz fenton #regent!jazz #jason todd #anger management ship #hardcover ship #Jason is about to enter simp mode for Jazz

[matchadobo]

Hi Cha, just wanted to say that I love your works on Captain’s Madam and Reconciliation!🫶💕 I saw in your bio that your request is open. If it’s not much, can I request a piece for Izou where he lets you wash his beautiful hair and let you comb it .. (or possibly braid it) for the first time before going to bed together? Thank you ☺️

helloooo, glad u're enjoying my stuff!! here u go 🌷added a few little tweaks but did i manage to make all your requests possible?? ueueueuueue hope i did this justice! *w*

IZOU; haircare with izou

wc: 1418 warning/s: afab reader, purely sfw, izou gets nakey for the washing but it's wholesome, pure fluff!!!

it was deep in midnight; the distant waves of the sea had already vanished as you were lost in your slumber. you had grown tired of waiting for your lover to come home from their celebration in the nearby tavern. you turned down their offer to come with since the previous battle had tired you out more than it interested you to celebrate rowdily in victory.

in the dimly lit dining hall of the moby dick; you had one of your arms on top of the other, serving as the soft surface to carry your drowsy head as you drifted off to dreamland not too long ago. you didn’t seem to notice the light carry of footsteps approaching and the heavy shift of atmosphere from the arrival of someone that sat beside you.

you didn’t seem to acknowledge how earnest this visitor was studying you, how your lips part ever so slightly from the little snores. he remembered how serene you look that he almost felt like a nuisance sitting like a rugged rat beside you. he was reeking of booze and was dirty from the battle, you awoke at the change in environment.

“ah sorry, did i wake you?” izou welcomes you from your deep nap, a gentle smile on his painted lips.

you rubbed your eyes to see him clearly, “yeah, you stink!” you joked, pinching your nose slightly.

evoking a chuckle from him, he leaned back at the backrest of the seat. “you’re right, i could use a bath right now.” he let out a sigh as he stretched his legs forward and his arms upward on his seat. “my wounds hurt though, mind helping me out?” he met your eyes, his sharp eyes that never seem to make your heart skip a beat.

you blush a little, tucking a hair on your ear and smiling at him. “i-i’d love to!” he then returned your smile, patting you on the head as he relished your little reactions to his gesture.

you two made it to the bathroom where you willingly took off his pink kimono. to which you slowly did, musing at the scars of battle engraved at the expanse of his brawny back and most of all, the kozuki crest he takes so much pride in. this is not the first time you saw it, of course.

“hm? something the matter, name?” he looked slightly over his shoulder to you. you shook your head and brushed it off, ushering him to the tub after taking off his last article of clothing.

once he is settled in the tub, you untie his hair and watch how his gorgeous raven locks unfurl from his bun. you poured water over his head and watched him shiver a little from the cold, you let out a giggle and teased him for it.

the bath went by as he rambled about the hilarious things that happened in the tavern and especially at the battle. you two exchanged laughs as you scrubbed his back and washed off the grime on his skin.

the sight of izou without his bun as his silky, stygian locks contrasted with the wintry tone of his skin made him look so divine as the water reflected on him. you went to the tip of the tub and shampooed his hair, running your fingers through his locks onto his scalp and watching him take delight in the pleasure of your fingers. “feels good, love.”

once the shampooing is over, you rinsed it off as the product slid off his shiny locks. his hair scented like cherry blossoms as it wafted across the room. “‘m glad your enjoying yourself.” you leaned over to place a kiss on his forehead. “i’ll take care of you and your beautiful hair tonight!”

“i seem to have got myself a sweet one, how lucky am i?” he looked up at you with the kindest eyes and the softest smile. your chest tightened at that moment, stuck in the chocolate of his eyes. “stop flirting, izou! i’m too sleepy for this.” you pouted, pulling yourself up from your seat and escaping before you puke out your volatile heart. all you heard from him was a hearty laugh before the sound of the water splashing from him standing up reverberated across the room.

he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips, another towel to dry off his hair. he caught your eye as you unconsciously observed him in the mirror, gawking at the beauty of this man and his toned body. you felt weak in the knees when he smiled, winking at you in the mirror. he laughed at how you turned to the side where you can’t see him and the mirror, this man will soon be the death of you.

“mind doing my hair too, darling?” he proposed, towering over you as he got insanely close with his damp body. “comb it for me, hm?”

“you’re enjoying this way too much.” you tried calming down your heart as you tried escaping the situation again, only to be hindered by his arm extending to the wall. trapping you by his grasp.

“and maybe braid it for me in the morning, yes?” he smiled wider, relishing how flushed you are. “and please, i must enjoy myself! you’re spoiling me a lot tonight, dear.”

“plus, we’ve only got together recently. doing these new things are quite… magical, don’t you agree?” he added, leaning over to meet your eyes.

“f-fine, just put something on i can’t breathe!” you instantly let out, only to get redder. izou burst into laughter, holding onto his stomach and wiping off a tear in his eye. you marched out of the bathroom, sitting at the edge of the bed and burying your face in a pillow.

it took a while before you heard the door open again. “doing okay, name?” he left the bathroom, wearing his fluffy bathrobe and his hair damply hanging from the crown of his head and pristinely accentuating the grace in his features.

“yeah, get over to the damn vanity.” you responded quite snappily, only because you were kind of overwhelmed. he paid it no mind and heed your commands.

he sat in front of you before the mirror, you stood up and picked up the comb. the teeth of the comb smoothly carded his lustrous hair, no tangled strands whatsoever to hurt him. too occupied with your task, you didn’t notice how izou looked at you with so much intent in the mirror.

“hey, name.” he called out, seeing as you’re too engrossed in combing his hair. you met his eyes with a hum. “can we do this every night?”

your heart melted at how kindly he phrased it out, with the most gentle tone of his voice that had turned your heart into putty. “all that from earlier until whatever comes next to this, i’d like to do it again, always.”

“of course, i’m more than happy to spoil you, izou.” you smiled, pinching his cheek. “now, can we please go to bed?” you pouted, yawning soon after.

“absolutely, love. after you.” he smiled, flipping off the light switch. he followed you to the bed and crawled into the sheets with you. he opened his arms for you to settle on, embracing him and melting in his tight hug.

“ah, you have no idea how long i waited to ask you to do those for me. it’s truly a dream come tr-” his sentence was interrupted by your snoring; he laughed a little to not wake you. he shut his eyes in hopes of steadying the rhythm of his heart and to forced the intense urge to smile ear to ear at the events. he truly finds you too endearing it’d trouble his breathing.

he whispered before placing a kiss on the top of your head. “oyasumi, anata.”

the morning after, he insisted on getting braids from you. so you heed his request and did intricate waterfall braids cascading down his raven locks and decorated it with flowers and butterfly clips, finishing it off with a pink bow not too far from the bottom of his hair, tying up the rest of it. he outsold rapunzel at this point. he wore it the entire day and puffed up at all the compliments he got, bragging that you did it for him. he annoyed everyone on the ship and insisted on you doing it again for him for tomorrow and the following tomorrows.

#anime #manga #one piece #cha writes #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #izou #izou one piece #izo #op izou #izou x reader #izou x you #one piece x female reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece fluff #op x reader #op x y/n #op x you #whitebeard pirates #one piece izou #one piece izo #izo one piece

[ilyluffy]

𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 || 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you give ran a little surprise when he returns home from work

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ran haitani x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: suggestive (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: suggestive, established relationship, lingerie, needy!ran, petnames “doll, angel”, tattoos, ownership/slight possessiveness, implied cunnilingus and creampie

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.6k

𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒. it’s been so long since he’s actually been able to come home to you. work has been demanding all of his attention and because of that he’s spent the last several nights sleeping in his office.

tonight was the first night he was granted the opportunity to go home. he made it very clear what his intentions were in a text he sent you before driving home. ran had plans to fuck you senseless the moment he got his hands on you.

he made good on that promise when he walked through the front door. the poor overworked man already needed you so badly but he only became more determined to fuck you senseless when he saw that you gotten ready for him. after ran’s warning text you slipped into his favourite lingerie set and was standing there nice and pretty when he kicked his shoes off.

all he says is a “fuck, i love you so much” before ran frantically shrugs off his jacket. next thing you know he’s dragging you into the bedroom.

“lay down nice and pretty for me, doll” ran orders as he loosened his tie. giggling, you do precisely that and go out of your way to tease spread your legs nice and wide. the sight alone is enough to make a low groan rise in ran’s throat. in a flash he sheds himself of all his clothing, minus his tight black boxers. “missed you so much” ran hums as he satuates himself between your thighs.

you smile lovingly back at him. you missed him too. having his hands on you again felt so right. you weren’t sure how long you could remain patient because you needed him just as bad. unfortunately for you, no matter how desperate ran was for you, he could never resist the urge to toy with you.

kissing the soft flesh of your thighs, ran makes his way down your legs instead of closer to your core. a whine echoes from your lips the further he gets from where you need him most. ran simply chuckles, continuing his journey down your beautiful legs.

he leaves light pecks in his wake. no matter how much his cock is straining against his underwear he wants to make this last. after having been deprived of being near you, ran was going to savour every inch of the body he adored so much.

eventually ran reaches your ankle. the plan had been to maneuver his lips back up to your aching pussy so he could have a taste but he stopped short. ran prides himself in knowing every part of you like the back of his hand. he can name all your moles, all your scars, and every sensitive area. however, he’s just come across something he didn’t recognize.

there’s ink on your skin. it’s a permanent marking that reads initials. not just any initials but his initials. black R.H stares back at ran. not much can take ran off guard but this little surprise makes him freeze. you’re confused for a moment before you notice those lilac eyes of his tracing over your new body art.

that’s when it hits you. you completely forgot to tell him. you were so excited for him to come home and fuck you that the memory of what you’ve done while he was gone escaped you. it was supposed to be a surprise but so much for a big reveal.

eventually ran’s wide eyed expression makes you laugh. “do you like my new tattoo, baby? figured that since i belong to you, i might as well have your name printed on your property”.

the look of disbelief slowly starts to fade and a smirk cracks across ran’s face. “what a good idea, angel” he delivers an open mouth kiss on the branding. “you really are mine, aren’t you. 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈’𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌”.

2022 © saecore — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome

#apollo writes ✎ #ran haitani #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #ran haitani x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut

[c-nstellati-ns]

how about b c g h t x for my cowboy cassidy?

cole cassidy - NSFW alphabet

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

contrast to popular belief, cassidy prides himself on his arms- both his regular and prosthetic one. his prosthesis isn’t a source of shame or embarrassment to him, he’s proud of it no matter what. sure sometimes he takes off his arm in his downtime, but he’ll be damned if someone tried making him feel bad for having lost it in the first place. he particularly enjoys tracing the little scars and muscles that ripple underneath your skin, it soothes his mind to feel your warmth against his palms, alive and breathing next to him.

his favourite part about you has to be your back and chest. as stated before, cole is extremely touchy with you. so his downtime often includes him laying down with you, arms wrapped around your waist and his face firmly pressed against your shoulder- pressing kisses against the skin occasionally. when he’s sleepy, he tends to be so lovey-dovey with you, muttering things like “yer heartbeat is so soothin’, hun.” and curl into you even closer, burying himself in your chest. he’s extremely sweet, he makes it known he adores every inch of your body, though.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

it’s a double edged sword with cole… because he does absolutely love being made a mess of, but absolutely despises having to clean up after. he would rather curl up with you and fall asleep but he can’t exactly do that if he’s got cum dripping down onto his thighs and staying there. he’s particularly fond of shower sex though, because you can thoroughly fill him to the brim and clean him up after <3 if you both happen to be having a quickie though, he would not be opposed to you spilling over his tongue and face,,,

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

cole is silly !!!! he’s a firm believer in if you’re not laughing w/ ur partner at least once during sex, then what’s the point ??? he loves cracking jokes in the middle of it just to make you smile because thats the greatest gift you could ever bless him with. of course there’s going to be some serious parts of sex, especially if you both haven’t seen each other for a while or almost lost each other in a particularly horrible fight- but that’s not going to stop cassidy from giggling from the rush of adrenaline and dopamine when you’re fucking him silly. he wants you to completely ruin AND take care of him

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

i’d say he’s tad bit on the hairier side naturally. cole is extremely busy most of the time so he’s found that it’s hard to keep up with it sometimes. you truly do Not mind though, seeing that thick happy trail when his shirt lifts up a bit too high- its a sight for sore eyes. though, he will groom himself a bit more if you’re going on a date or an anniversary of sorts. he’s gotta make sure he looks his best for you ofc !!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

i’d say he owns a few! not too much though, he prefers having you instead. cole is a little traumatised from an incident of someone recognising him in a sex shop when he went there to buy a few things, so never again <3! i’d say his favourites have to be ropes, vibrators and a blindfold. he’s a sucker for being tied up and waiting for you to touch him. it leaves him leaking, needy and desperate for you. a good session will leave him thoroughly wrecked for a long while after.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i’d say cole’s fairly well endowed actually. around seven inches, uncut with a pretty flushed pink tip. it slightly curves to the side and drips a lot when he really gets into the groove of things. he has a real pretty cock, a vein running on the side that makes him shudder whenever you pass a finger over it. it’s longer than its thick, but it fits nicely in your hand when you’re jerking him off. cole lost a bet when he was younger and as a result, has a prince albert’s piercing. he did regret it for a while, but seeing you innate interest in the piercing- he feels a lot better about having it.

#achilles' thirsts ⭐ #nonnie !! #top male reader #dom male reader #dom reader #top reader #sub character #sub cole cassidy #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy #x reader #x male character #overwatch x reader

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Elder Yautja x reader who loves to cuddle.

No pronouns specified it's for everyone :)

Fluff, no warnings need but if you feel there should be comment them and I'll add then immediately.

No spell checking sorry if it's bad it's the first time I've writen a yautja story.

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At first he's a little confused on why his little oohman mate is holding onto his arm so often when he's working on polishing his trophies but kinda likes it, it makes hin feel a little prideful having his mate so close while he works on his trophies.

He absolutely will show off each one as he works on them. His ego will get so much bigger if you comment positive things about the trophies or ask questions about how he got them.

The sudden surprise hugs from behind had him freaked out at first thinking he was being attacked but then calmed down realizing it's only his mate hugging him. He doesn't mind it too much but he would prefer if you hugged him fron the front, he won't admit it but he absolutely loves it when you hug him from behind while he cooks for you. It melts his heart every time. He has to fight himself not to purr.

He's a gonner if you lay on his chest gently running yoir finger over one of his scars sleepily. Purring immediately.

His arms are wrapped around you as he lays there looking up at the ceiling purring. Your going getting out of his arms any time soon.

Absolutely love waking up to you in his arms in the morning clinging to him. He'll stay up for hours gently running his dull claws in your hair until you wake up.

His heart will stop if you give him a sleepy good morning kiss. It could be on his chest, cheek, forehead, hand, absolutely anywhere he's demanding more kisses before he lets the two of you start the day.

After a while of you being super cuddly and clingy to him he will start to get just as cuddly as you.

Wanting tv alone? No your not your cuddling while watching tv.

Trying to read a book? Your readung that book on his lap while he wrapps his arms around your waist, head resting on top of yours while he closes his eyes.

Making food? He's behind you hugging you as he watches you cook.

Trying to shower? He's there hugginging you. You have to tell him to either get out or take his amour off, who steps into a shower fully dressed just to get a hug?

If you don't give him a hug every five minutes he starts getting whinny wanting to hug his little mate.

He will just pick you up and hold you in his arms if he feels he's not getting enough affection, doesn't matter what size you are. He's huge and strong no matter what body type you have you weight nothing to him and it makes him so happy to have your body in his arms.

Loves to be the big spoon, he feels so close to you and feels like he can protect you in his big arms so much better if your little spoon but he wont say no to being the little spoon some times too. He thinks it's funny that you can't fully wrap your arms around him bit it still feels nice. Does prefer you being little spoon more sense you can burry his face in you and just take in your scent.

Will ignore his dutys just to cuddly you all day, is grumpy if he had to leave you when your in a super cuddly mood and will absolutely demand more cuddles once he gets back.

Sooo will use your lap as a pillow if you let him. He'll wrap his arms around your waist and burry his face in your thighs. Absolutely will nap there if you let him it's the best pillow in the galaxy.

Will let you do the same but his thighs are more muscle and not squish so it's not that comfortable for you. He will absolutely purr and play with your hair the whole time though.

#yautja #yautja headcanon #yautja x you #yautja x reader #yautja x human #yautja fluff #monster #yautja x #yautja slice of life #monster boyfriend #monster stories #yuatja

[marbleboa]

Mukai Speculation: The Hell is Up With the Divine Wood

So. I've been thinking about potential avenues for Mukai's backstory lately. She is one of those characters that is given very little characterization-wise, however her very existence in her role as a Scar is one of those things that give a lot of people pause. Often with the question 'hey uh what's that 11 year old doing there'.

As such, I thought I'd put down some rambles about the matter here!

One common route I've seen taken is that Mukai was kidnapped by Claw, and it makes sense! Claw’s basically got child kidnapping down to a science, and apparently brainwashing to boot.

Though in regards to the later, I was thinking about Shou's comments in the 7th Division Arc immediately after Ishiguro suggests brainwashing the protags. He seems to imply the process dulls an esper's abilities, turning them into trash/mindless slaves. As such, I think it's safe to assume none of the scars are brainwashed in an unnatural sense, but rather succumbed to Claw's ideals due to personal weakness and/or vulnerability

Back to Mukai, if brainwashing wasn't in the picture I'm thinking either she was kidnapped at a young enough age where under Claw's indoctrination her cooperation never was an issue, or she entered the organization a different way. But if she wasn't kidnapped, then how did this kid end up in the role of a Scar? Well, I'm basing my speculation here primarily on this scene from the manga:

Quite the info, as it both comes out of nowhere and is never mentioned again. Not unheard of especially for the World Domination Arc in the manga, where the readers get so much thrown at them at once. On its own, there's only a bit we can glean from Mukai's reaction: 1. this was a place she had a lot of attachment to, and 2. it was important enough to be noted by Claw and later destroyed after the 7th Division's defection.

The whole 'divine wood' thing brings to mind an element of spirituality, some spot of nature that's deemed as sacred. This brings me further back to the beginning of WD arc. Prior to Toichiro’s speech, the other Division Leaders are kind enough to grant us some exposition on the extent of Claw’s influence:

So. Religious cults. It paints an interesting, unseen picture of these different organizations vying for a place at the table when Claw takes over the world. Thinking about it, I had an idea--what if Mukai came from one of these cults?

Probably a bit of a stretch, but I could imagine those special tree(s) she talked about being one of the main fixtures of the group's beliefs, something believed to aid those who paid tribute to it(you know how we love tree cults here). A place that Mukai was taught to be special ever since she was little...it's no wonder her powers would resonate with objects made from there, belief's a powerful thing. And if it was involved in Claw, they would certainly have information about all that on record to dispose of it later.

What's more, it seems pretty common for upper level cults to make things a family affair--and child with powers like that would be sure to grab attention. Money's well and good of course, but what better way to make your organization stand out than to give up an offering of power instead? What if Mukai was given to Claw willingly? And Mukai, well, she's not made privy to any of that of course. But with all the praise for her powers and the promise of freedom to use them, plus her family's pride...it's not hard to imagine how she'd be easily entangled like that.

In regards to her post-Claw life, I think this could open up some interesting possibilities for different dynamics and conflicts to say the least. It's of course a horrible thing for a child to be taken from their family, but maybe in that situation there could be a bittersweet reunion in the end. For a child to grow up realizing they were given up as a bargaining chip, one that the other side didn't even end up wanting to keep(marked as damaged goods, remember?)...that has to be a trial on its own.

Obviously I doubt this is what ONE intended to be gleaned from the whole thing--but hey, it's interesting to think about.

#finally got around to finishing this. time for bed goodbyeeee #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mukai kirari #mp100 mukai #claw 7th division #long post #text #scarposting

[cherubfae]

how they hug || blue lock x reader

With Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Kunigami, Reo, Rin, Nagi, & Barou

tags: gn!reader, mention of surgery scars (chigiri), nightmares (isagi), mostly fluff!

Isagi

Tender hugs!

He often hugs you during or after very heightened emotional times, be it winning a very stressful match or on the rare occurrence Yoichi bolts awake after an intense nightmare. He doesn't have nightmares often and they usually only come when his anxiety and stress-levels are through the roof. He especially loves having you by his side during those moments.

Yoichi is already collecting you into his arms when he's coherent enough to remember where he is. He's tucking you into his lap with his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

You're still bleary-eyed with sleep, clutching the front of Yoichi's shirt listening to his unsteady breaths turn even. He falls back on top of his futon, cradling you to his chest. Pulling the blanket over you two, Yoichi sighs.

"Just needed you close to me right now. Go back to sleep, baby." Kiss.

Bachira

Koala hugs

You're convinced that if Meguru could somehow wrap himself around you like a serpent-- he most definitely would! This sweet boy craves your affection often and isn't shy about PDA; though he will always respect your boundaries if that isn't something you're into. The second you two are behind closed doors he's on your back like a koala or lifting you up into his arms and making you cling to his chest. He's not content if you two aren't tangled up together. He's also certainly not ashamed of being vocal about wanting you by him! Please, reassure him!!

"I always want you by my side. I don't mean to sound lonely.. I hope you don't mind." Meguru's voice is soft, cheek pressed to your shoulder. All doubts and worries leave his mind and his body visibly relaxes the second your lips touch his.

Chigiri

Soothing hugs

You're always so attentive towards him. It makes him feel loved. It would feel suffocating or patronizing if it were anyone but you. Even though his knee doesn't hurt him as much anymore, he adores that you're careful with him.

Offering massages to help ease any tension after a match, pressing soft kisses to his scar. He loves to pull you close, dipping his nose into the crease of your neck inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

"You're too good to me, pretty.. Thank you." Hyoma smiles fondly, moving your face briefly to press your forehead together.

Kunigami

Protective hugs

Rensuke trusts you immensely and he often trusts your judgement more than his. He knows you can take care of yourself but he admits that he does like being your protector during times when you need him more. It gives him a sense of pride! So when an opposing team's player decides to get a little too comfortable around you, he takes immediate action.

He crosses the pitch in a matter of several large strides, his chest pressing to your back. The bulk of his height towers over you and the player, a serious expression crossed his face. His strong arms wrap securely around you, his muscles flexed as a display of dominance.

"Oi. Got a problem here?" Kunigami's voice is a lethal calm, sparks flying between him and the man who decided to oh-so abashedly flirt with you.

The guy balked. "No-no, man! Nothin' like that!" He stammers before bolting off to rejoin his team. You laugh, leaning your head into Rensuke's chest peeking up at him. His cold expression melts into one of gentleness and admiration. He softly strokes your cheek with his thumb.

"Just needed to make sure you were okay, baby... S'all I wanted," he murmurs, dipping his head down to give you a quick peck on the lips.

Nagi

Sleepy hugs

Instantly leans his cheek on your chest, nuzzling into you sleepily. His arms hang loosely around your waist, sighing deeply. If you try to pull away, he'll tighten his arms and press his face against your tummy.

Like a boa constrictor, the more you try to squirm your way out of his embrace, the tighter Nagi holds on!

"Noooooo! Don't leave, honey, m' sleepy." He nuzzles himself into you, out like a light in mere minutes. You can only sigh half-heartedly, stroking his hair and covering the two of you with your comforter. What a silly boy he is.

Reo

Excited hugs

Like Bachira, he's pretty open about his feelings. He enjoys feeling loved and making you feel loved too! You're someone he wants to spoil often and he can't help but be overjoyed every time he gets to see you!!

He often forgets he should be a bit more respectful of others when out and about in public but he can't help himself! He hasn't been able to see you in a month and he's eager to have you in his arms once more! Reo all but swoops down and gathers you in his arms til you two are cheek to cheek. Your limbs dangle above the ground, swaying softly as Reo nuzzles.

"Waaaa! It's been too long! How have you been? Have you been taking care of yourself, my lovely? Drinking your water-- come on, let's go on a date!" He's pulling you along with him before you have a chance to answer anything! He's just really happy to see you, okay? (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Rin

Gentle hugs

He's rather aloof and appears apathetic towards many things in life, yet you were someone who could read him like a book. His seriousness fades a little every time you're around. At first he didn't like how undone he felt by you, how much he craved being near you. How much he despised anyone that held your attention, no matter their reasoning.

Rin won't say anything when he pulls you to his chest, his palm cupping the back of your head. He leans his cheek to rest atop your hair. You toy with the strings of his hoodie.

You know words aren't needed when it's just the two, but you can't help to confirm with a soft: "Long day?"

"Mmnn.." and his grip on you tightens.

Barou

Bear hugs

The grumpy, meticulous king acts like he doesn't have time for anything beyond soccer but he's a little liar who adores soft moments with you.

He likes to prove that he's the best in all aspects of life, he was no different when he was courting you. Even now, after being together for quite some time Shouei hasn't lost that competitive streak. His favorite past time being able to show you how strong he is! He'll carry you like you're royalty often, a partner fit for a king-- but his favorites are when he hasn't seen you in quite some time and he all but crushes you to his larger frame.

In those moments he's more bear than a tiger. Shouei easily lifts you into his arms, wrapping them around you and pressing you to his chest. He'll carry you around like you weigh nothing with an almost mischievous glint in his ruby red eyes.

"Missed ya is all. Don't act like you don't enjoy it," he scoffs. Though his gaze remains on you, allowing you the chance to ask to be let go. Shouei is still a gentleman after all.

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#blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader #kunigami x reader #reo mikage x reader #reo x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #barou shouei x reader #barou x reader #blue lock x you #cherubfae 2023

[azaliyas]

summary : it's hard for you to think you're beautiful when scars from your past linger on your face. but do these men think the same, that those scars of yours minimise your beauty?

word count : [ to be added later ]

genre : angst with comfort.

cw / tw : mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of war, mentions of fights, reader being uncomfortable with their looks.

characters : childe, baizhu, gorou, kaeya, kaveh.

note : always remember you are beautiful no matter the way you look. you're unique the way you are and that's part of your charm ♡

ajax | childe | tartaglia

no, not at all. should they?

he was a seasoned warrior. he was the first one whose body was covered in battle remains, and he was so goddamn proud of each one of them. and he thought you should be too.

so when he learnt you didn't like them, and even try to hide them as much as possible, he was taken aback. why would you cover the memories of what you fought and won against to? that was nonsense!... for him, at least.

when you explained to him that you got them because of a childhood accident and that, since then, people have been looking at you with pity, making you take a huge dislike to them, he felt shocked.

anger started bubbling up in his blood. he wished to inflict to the people who caused your accident the same kind of pain they made you experience, but ten times worse. he only stopped his thoughts because you told him so.

somehow the topic moved onto dating and, upon hearing people refrained from going with you because your scars, according to them, "ruin your overall pretty face", he was at it all over again.

how did they dare to say you couldn't be dated because of your scars?! you were the freaking cutest person liyue harbor could have given birth to! for bloody abyss' sake!

and he told you that, he told you how damn cute and beautiful you were, and that in his eyes your scars were bonus points, because warriors have scars, and warriors are prideful! and you should keep up to this!

to further prove his point, he kissed that big scar you could never manage to properly hide. his rough and bitten lips felt surprisingly soft against your sensitive skin, your cheeks warming up at the gentle touch.

«never let those idiots have the better of your thoughts ever again, you got me? you're stunning even like this- no, even more, because you managed to live past it. you're pretty, always remember that, okay?»

baizhu

of course not, how could they?

however, he could understand why you were so prone to think otherwise. like him with his chronic sickness, you didn't want people to know about such an unsavoury (according to you) feature you had.

but unlike him, you couldn't hide it from other people, not at all at least. it pained you, and he could see that. your eyes turning down whenever they witnessed a pitiful look from someone were enough to understand how you felt.

if he could, he would give you an ointment to put over them, but the cuts that left you those scars have long healed, since you got them at an early age.

he would ask you how you got such scars, and upon hearing it was because of a wild animal attacking you, he felt displeased. how could your guardian let that happen? where were they at that time?

it reminded him of qiqi's accident that had her get her vision but also turn into a zombie — an absent guardian that couldn't do the only thing they were tasked to, their negligence causing pain to the small being that was entrusted into their care.

you would dismiss that, telling him you didn't resent your guardian because it was your fault for running away to explore, not caring about the wild surroundings, but he would disagree.

a small argument would follow, but it would die down as quickly as it started. he was only concerned about you, and you understood that. if all, it made your heart flutter for how caring he was toward you.

«i really can't stand the circumstances of how that happened, but unfortunately i can't go back in time and stop it from happening. but know that, even if you have scars, they don't conceal your beauty. and remember, beauty isn't only about looks, it is especially about one's soul. and yours is indeed magnificent.»

gorou

they could never.

but he could understand you. being a general meant having a lot of scars, so he knew the feeling of having eyes on you because of them.

except that, much like childe, he was proud of them. they were a reminder of how fiercely he fought for the freedom from the vision hunt decree, they showed how he was in the front line for his people and the entirety of inazuma.

and you knew that, because you took part in the war right by his side, together with aether and kazuha and your soldier companions.

it was right during a battle on nazuchi beach that you got your scars. you fell under the attack of a shogunate soldier and, hadn't it been for beidou and her claymore, you wouldn't have escaped it alive.

he thought that your scars were a proof of the courage you showed in battle, fiercely fighting because you believed in the principle of freedom and it was nonsense depriving people of theirs because of "eternity".

but now that the war was over and you were back to being a simple civilian, it was hard to not focus on your scarred body and face. before you were too busy in assuring your companions were safe, but now too much free time was sitting in your hands.

people's eyes were constantly on your face, witnessing the horrors of the war, pity in their looks as you passed by. and you hated that, hated it so so much that you ran away and found refuge on an isolated beach of watatsumi, under the moonlight.

he found you there, curled in a ball, one hand playing with the white sand as your face was hidden in your knees. you heard him but, even before you could try, he stopped you from running away again, his eyes poking holes into yours as he spoke, his hands holding yours.

«i know it's hard to stand people's gaze, i can feel it as well. but remember this: you fought in a war, you couldn't possibly get out of it untouched. your presence saved many soldiers and helped us win, because it was a group effort. if people can't go past your scars, ignore them, they didn't live what we did. i'm proud of how well you did, and you should be proud of yourself too.»

kaeya

tsk. you had some guts to think such nonsense.

as a knight, you were no stranger to fights and battles. it was part of your duty in protecting the land of the anemo archon, and you never regretted the pain, because you felt the loving embrace of lord barbatos' gentle winds reassuring you.

and it was that same embrace that you felt after a battle against some hilichurls during your patrolling route, amber by your side. you easily slashed the monsters off, and you thought it was over, a chilly breeze messing with your hair, helping you relax. and that was your mistake.

a huge mitachurl with an axe came from behind and attacked you. you, unprepared, were caught by surprise and took over by the monster, who managed to tower over you with his flaming axe. hadn't it been for amber, you wouldn't have gotten only scars.

after that episode jean forced you to take a break for a while, to relax and enjoy the peace of mondstadt. but on the first day, as soon as you stepped out and were among people, you wished you could run in the outskirts and never come back.

all the citizens' eyes were on your scarred face, still fresh and tinted in a strong hue of pink because of the blood rushing through. and it was enough to push you back inside your home and make you decide you won't go outside till you could go back to your knightly duties.

it was easy, then, to notice your absence in the hustle and bustle of the city life, kaeya noticed. he would go ask around about you, but with no success. so he would think to go directly to you and see for himself what pushed you to be a reclusive when you were normally always eager to be outside and enjoy the everlasting good weather in mondstadt.

seeing kaeya on your door was the last thing you were expecting, but he was still your captain and you couldn't possibly refuse his request to see you. so you let him inside, head low, hair covering your face. and of course he noticed, as he always did.

he went straight to the point, asking what has been wrong with you as of lately. at first you would try to drive the conversation in another direction to not answer and let him know about your thoughts, but kaeya was too smart for that, and you both knew it.

you gave up after just a few tries, and so you blurted out everything that happened, your thoughts and your insecurities. he listened to you carefully, silence filling the room... till he flicked your forehead — you were so stupid, really.

he took your hands in his, tongue clicking his cheek before he started talking.

«the almighty y/n down the weather because of a few scars? i was expecting much worse- and no, don't give me that look, you know deep down i'm right. have i taught you nothing about being charming even when you have strange quirks? i have an eyepatch, you have your scars, so what? people can't deny that your beauty is still there, it just got a new feature. not a big deal. so stop being dramatic, you're still as fine as a glass of death after noon.»

kaveh

those little scars aren't enough to hide your beauty from his prying eyes.

he was an art connoisseur, meaning any piece of art he landed his eyes on he could recognise its value. and you were the most precious one he has seen in his whole life.

that being said, he truly couldn't understand why you couldn't see yourself the same way he saw you. have your perception of yourself changed that much because of a few scars?

you were a matra working together with cyno and other higher-ups, being one yourself. so it's useless to say you were always on the front line, fighting side by side with the general mahamatra during certain missions or operations.

it was during an expedition in the desert that you and your group fell in an ambush, a fight soon breaking out. a fatui soldier smacked you down and his bullets reached your face, cutting all over and leaving bleeding wounds that scarred.

back to sumeru city after a period of rest cyno forced you to take, people started looking at you as if you were some sort of alien. and it pained you so much you no longer were able to hold your head up; your heart was full of hatred for your reflection, resentment for the fatui, anger for your incompetence in preventing such accident.

but all those thoughts would disappear as soon as kaveh got to know them, your rambling bursting out after you reached your limit. you weren't one to cry easily, so seeing your eyes red with tears had him realise how much it affected you.

he took you away to let you cry in peace, and waited for you to calm down before his words came out so you could listen to them clearly.

«you're currently in the middle of an emotional storm, and that's fine. i, unfortunately, can't understand the way you're feeling, but one thing that i understand is art. and you, y/n, you're the finest piece i have ever seen. it doesn't matter you have scars on your beauty, even ancient palaces have cracks, yet we still deem them of fine beauty. and that's your case too.»

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[narabea06]

Hello friend! @killerlittlerejects here. For the sake of my little thirteen year old self, I request some headcanons about how Jeff. Specifically how he would feel about a reader that has burns like himself. Like their insecure about it, and he can kinda sympathize, because even if he puts on this confident facade, he’ll get self conscious about his own looks every now and then. So in his own little ways he tries to get them to be more confident in their appearance.

Okay, so I don't do romantic x readers, but I will do platonic x readers!! Sooooooooo

Starting a new series called-

Being Friends With Creepypastas!

Or in this specific request-

Being Friends With Jeff the Killer! [with GN! Reader with Burn Scars]

TW: Implied suicide attempt, burn scars/injuries

When Jeff first met you, he was so excited to see someone else with the same scars as him, and just immediately points at you and shouts "SAME SCARS!!!" It was a bit embarrassing the first time and was pretty jarring, but Jeff was just excited and is bad at social cues.

Jeff sees his burns as somewhat like battle scars despite them being self inflicted (hc), and immediately assumed you saw yours as that too, and always tries asking you how you got the scars, and constantly tries asking for your story. Jeff is pretty hesitant to tell the story of how he got his scars, but still loves hearing the reader's story, and tries to hype them up the entire time.

Whenever you get insecure about you scars, Jeff constantly will tell you that your scars are cool as fuck and will hype you up, and even get you to say affirmations about themselves. He's very aggressively supportive, and will sometimes even get you to shout from rooftops that your scars are great if he needs to.

Jeff immediately befriends you when he sees the scars, and will get incredibly protective if anybody tries to insult your scars, and takes any insult towards you as an insult towards him and can AND WILL tackle somebody if they look at you wrong. ("They asked for no pickles!" vibes too) You or Liu often need to drag him away from trying to fight someone he cannot take on because he does not know when to keep his mouth shut.

Jeff can get pretty platonically physically clingy, whether it's linking arms with you, ruffling your hair, using your head as an armrest- He's very physically affectionate, though if you tell him that it makes you uncomfortable because you don't like being touched or you don't want people touching the scars, while it might take him a bit to get used to, he will respect your boundaries.

Jeff is deep down very insecure of his scars, though he hates talking about it, and will not admit it, no matter what happens. It would probably take him years of knowing and trusting you to get him to even admit that he wishes he didn't have them. He sometimes even will project and try to fight your insecurities rather than battle his own because his own pride makes him unable to come to terms with his trauma. He doesn't even agree to telling you HOW he got his scars until a couple years into the friendship.

After you two become friends, everyone else you guys stay with constantly joke that you can make better friends than Jeff. You very much know you can do better, but still stay with Jeff regardless.

Liu gets a bit protective of you as Jeff does, and even treats you almost as a second sibling after a bit because of how often Jeff and you are around each other. He will snap at someone if they mention your scars, he'll give you advice on how to handle Jeff's antics, he warns you about Jeff's triggers, he hangs out with you when Jeff is busy, he corrects Jeff when he's being a dumbass- He's just happy seeing Jeff get along with somebody and seeing someone not trying to kill his brother.

Jeff is terrible at body language and social cues, so if you try to set up a boundary or if you're uncomfortable with something he says or does, you NEED to spell it out for him, because he will not take the hint.

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #homicidal liu #jeff and liu #platonic x reader #platonic duo #being friends with creepypastas

[astronomoney]

Pairing: Tim Drake x nb!reader (it’s not super romance heavy but I might do a part two)

Prompts: n/a this is purely self indulgent

Summary: sometimes life gives you lemons and sometimes life tells you your best friend and the guy you hate are the same person, your not sure what’s worse

Warnings: n/a

A/n: is this canon compliant? no. does it make much sense? not really. do I like and did I have fun writing it? absolutely. read at your own risk Masterlist also this should be totally nb but if you see anything that’s gender solid please let me know so I can fix it

Word count: 2k it got to long but there’s plenty of material for a second part (wink wink nudge nudge)

Secrets Spilled

Rich people suck. More specifically, rich teenagers suck. You should know, you go to school with one. Tim Drake, the pride and joy of Gotham Academy and the adopted son of Bruce Wayne. Was he actually adopted? You didn’t remember but that didn’t matter. Mr. Wayne has a habit of picking up strays almost as bad as Batman and Tim Drake was lucky enough to end up under his umbrella of wealth.

You had 3 classes with Tim Drake. He was smart and most of the teachers liked him well enough, in fact most of the school liked him. You however hated him. Sure he was cute and he seemed nice enough and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but something about him was just off. Like he had some big secret or something.

No one at school seemed to agree with you on that. They all thought he was a perfect angel so you stopped trying to convince them of your anti-drake agenda a long time ago. Thankfully you had one person in your life who always listened to your rants.

“He sounds like a douchebag,” Red Robin said, sitting cross legged on your bed with an ice pack against his lip. Through some minor computer shenanigans, aka illegal hacking (nothing to bad), you had met and become close friends with none other than Red Robin.

It was a mutually beneficial friendship. For him it was an apartment almost exactly halfway between safe houses so on nights like tonight when he was a little bloody and bruised he’d stop by and you’d help patch him up. For you it was a captivated audience for your late night rants.

“Oh he totally is! Thank you for that, no one ever agrees with me,” You rolled your eyes thinking about how many times you’d heard people gush about the billionaire brat. You sat down across from him and opened the first aid kit you’d just dug out from under your bed.

You were too busy rifling through the various bandages and ointments to notice your vigilante friend desperately trying to hide his smirk. “Yeah no problem,”

“He’s way smart too, which is super annoying.” You found the healing gel you were looking for. “I swear he’s hiding something, he must be like an alien or a robot or-” You looked up to see a laugh-suppressing-grin on the heros face, “Don’t laugh, I'm serious! This guy is a pain and just because he’s hot people let it slide!”

Red's face went completely serious and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks tint pink underneath his domino mask but then again his left side had a sizable cut on it so you really couldn’t tell. “You- you think he’s hot?”

“That is so not the point I'm trying to make!” You rolled your eyes and dabbed a bit of gel on the cut. “But yeah, his looks are like, his only redeeming quality.” Once you had laid a thin layer against the cut you used some butterfly bandages to hold it closed. It was exactly pretty but it would heal well, and the gel would make it nothing but a small scar in a week or so. “You know, you kinda look like him. Is that what you're hiding?” You used this opportunity to tap the bottom edge of the mask, resisting the urge to just take it off right then. “Rugged good looks and a billionaire smile.”

“Oh ha ha,” He retorted sarcastically, lightly moving your hand away from the fabric. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to know his identity. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you, it’s just that he’d heard you complain about his alter ego enough times to worry about your reaction, plus the whole ‘your-life-would-be-in-constant-danger-if-you-knew’ thing. Lately he’d found himself going out of his way to end up knocking on your window and he didn’t want what you had to change.

“You're no fun.” You huffed, hoping off the bed stashing the first-aid kit once again. You heard a small buzz and knew that Red had gotten an alert.

He stood up, and listen for a second. You could only guess he was getting instructions via earpiece. “Got it, I’m on my way.” He called over coms before turning back to you with an apologetic look.

You spoke before he could get an apology out. “Let me guess, some goon’s breaking open an ATM and everyone else is busy?”

“Pretty much yeah,” He ducked under your windowsill onto your fire escape. “Thanks for the help. I don’t know where I'd be without you.”

“Probably at that robbery already,” You gently shoved him the rest of the way through the window and bid him farewell. You watched him grapple off into the dim moonlight before getting back into your bed. Over the past few weeks you’d started staying up later just in case a certain someone happened by, this of course made that full 8 hours a little harder to come by. You didn’t really care though, a little less sleep for a little more time with him seemed like a fair trade.

The next morning finally came and you weren’t exactly pleased to hear the familiar beeping of your alarm clock. Still you forced yourself out of bed, pulled your uniform on and got your stuff together before heading out the door to another day at Gotham Academy.

You didn’t have any classes with Tim on Friday’s but you usually saw him passing you in the hall or at lunch. Today was different. One might even say he was avoiding you, but why. You saw a glimpse of him quickly heading away from you before second period, and at lunch you got a great view of the back of his head for about 30 seconds before he ducked out to go who knows where. Sure, you weren’t exactly friends but today it seemed he’d gone completely out of his way to make sure you didn’t see him. And it was pretty successful, at least until you literally collided with him.

School had let out and you had almost left the building before you remembered you’d left something behind, on your way back to your locker you turned a corner without caution and slammed into him at full force. It was a classic early 2000s movie scene, papers and books flying and strewn across the floor, both parties crouching down to collect up their scattered items and inevitably accidentally grabbing the wrong paper or two.

“Ah sorry, i’m so sorry I didn’t see-” That’s when you actually saw who it was you’d bumped into. “Tim?” You handed him the printed out english paper that definitely wasn’t yours.

“Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He apologized as you both stood up and placed your papers in your respective books bags. Something about him was even more off then usual. He wouldn’t even meet your eyes, in fact he kept his gaze firmly to his left. Maybe he’d somehow heard you complain about him and now he wanted nothing to do with you. Maybe you’d messed it all up.

You were about to awkwardly say bye and shuffle off when a locker a little ways away from you slammed shut, startling you both and causing Tim to finally look to his right.

“Whoa what happened to your face?” You asked leaning in slightly to see the hefty gash that had been carefully held together with butterfly bandages. “That looks just like,” It clicked. “hOLY-”

“SHHH!” Tim acted fast, he clapped a hand over your mouth, effectively putting your mind shattering realization on silent and rushed the both of you into a thankfully unlocked maintenance closet nearby.

Suddenly a bajillion pieces were falling into place in your mind. Tim cursed. “God, if you know now what I think you know you’re gonna have a lot of questions. So I'm gonna move my hand but you have to be quiet about it. Ok?” He spoke softly and full of concern. After all, he may have just caused a massive overload in your brain. Your kind of enemy and your closest confidant were the same damn person, who knows what that could do to someone’s psyche.

You nodded profusely, still unable to even conjure a sound. Slowly Tim lifted his hand away from your mouth and watched you closely. You didn’t say anything for a beat, you just stared back at him and then, “What the actual fuck! You’re him and he’s- which means- I mean all this time- and… what?!?”

“Umm yeah?” In all honesty this was going better than Tim had imagined it would. Whenever he’d envisioned you finding out it usually started with you cursing him out and ended with you never talking to him again, but now here he was. You hadn’t cursed him out exactly and you were kind of still talking to him so overall, better than expected. “I wanted to tell you ages ago I swear. I just know how you feel about… well me,” He gestured down to his civilian attire. “and I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”

“All this time,” You were still definitely in shock. “All this time you were him and he was you! And you never told me! I talked about you to you! I called you hot!”

“Oh yeah, thanks by the way.” A shit eating grin had made its way onto his face and you were not pleased.

“Oh fuck off!” You sunk down to sit on a little step stool that happened to be in the closet. “I can’t believe I was so dumb. I mean how did I not see it sooner!”

Tim crouched down in front of you. “To be fair, we put a lot of effort into keeping our secrets.”

“We? Wait a second! If you’re Red Robin, that makes Batman-”

“Yup.”

“And Nightwing-”

“Oh yeah.”

“So Robin is-”

“A total pain in the ass. But yeah, it’s Damian.”

“Holy shit!”

Tim finally let himself laugh a bit at your reaction. You were smart and he knew that, there had been a few times over the past few weeks when he thought you might put it all together and he’d gone out of his way to cover it up. Including (but not limited to) a leaked story to the tabloids about a Tim-Drake-kidnapping-attempt that was thwarted by the one and only Red Robin.

While the tabloids weren’t the most believable sources it had planted a seed in your brain that Red Robin and Tim Drake were in the same place at the same time. Of course thanks to that cut on his cheek he wouldn’t need to lie to you anymore.

“Don’t laugh! I can’t believe I didn’t see this months ago. I mean your stupid mask doesn't even cover that much!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air to emphasize your point.

Tim lightly grabbed your arms and brought them back down. “Ok ok, i’m serious but you seriously need to calm down.” He still had a massive grin on his face.

“I am calm!” You defended. “I mean considering. Wait, how did this start? Did you have to train long? When did you find out who Batman was? Is he really a Vampire?” You rattled off questions a mile a minute, finally the shock and slight annoyance had given way to pure curiosity.

Tim looked around the small maintenance room, contemplating a really bad idea. “I can’t explain anything else here, but if you want I can take you to the Batcave? I mean you’ve already guessed most of the secrets and even if I don't tell you the rest you’ll probably figure it out anyway.”

a/n: I broke 2k and couldn’t figure out a satisfying ending so I just called it here but if y’all show this one some love i’ll do a part too (guest appearances and everything)

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[painedpen]

Hi, i wanted to ask about your Mondo Oowada headcanons and platonic pairings :) i want to hear a rant, so dont worry about rambling

Okay so I’ve already answered an ask about my Mondo hcs, so now we’re gonna talk about my Kiyotaka hcs because he’s my second specialest little guy.

Fluff:

- Taka only really relaxes when he’s at home. He lets himself slouch and put his feet up while he works on a project. His manner of speech is much more casual when talking to his father. All around it’s the only time he can truly be peaceful.

- Takaaki’s grandfather came to the country from Spain, and thus the whole family is fluent in Spanish. This, of course, includes Taka. He speaks so fast it’s almost impossible to understand him when he’s speaking Spanish.

- His dad read somewhere that ear piercings could help soothe migraines, and decided to take Taka to get a couple for his birthday. Taka refuses to wear his ear cuffs anywhere outside the house, but he likes them because they make for good tactile and audio stims.

- Obviously autistic. Like c’mon.

- He is Very Normal about martial arts and weaponry. He researches extensively, and practices extensively as well. Because of this, he has a bizarrely wide knowledge of how to kill or seriously maim people.

- He actually spars with Sakura quite a bit. While he definitely can’t beat her, she enjoys that Taka is a bit more of a challenge than other people.

- Because of poverty and such, he was never able to afford good ingredients, so he only knows how to cook very basic dishes. He’s the best at making those basic dishes, though.

- You want ramen but don’t have the energy to make it yourself? Go to Taka, cause his ramen will have you meeting God so you can spiritually high five Her.

- You do have to specify not to put a crazy amount of spices in it though. He and his dad have so much spice tolerance it’s honestly concerning.

- He tries so hard to be well behaved, but growing up with Takaaki has had its side effects. Taka’s startle response is to excessively swear in Spanish. He’s mortified with himself every time.

- Honestly he’s so much more chill when he’s not in a professional environment. If you’re not at school or work he doesn’t give a shit if you swear or whatever. Just don’t do it in front of kids and he’s fine.

- Protesting king. Oh, it’s against the rules for people to wear their pride pins? Guess who’s walking down the halls wearing a rainbow flag as a cape? It’s Kiyotaka Ishimaru, motherfucker.

- Has probably been detained before due to involvement in protests. He’s always peaceful, but if the attending officers get a bit too eager, he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.

- Can leap over an eight-foot-tall fence in a single bound, and will at the slightest hint of provocation.

- If he’s too focused on his work, the filter between his brain and mouth will forget to work. It’s honestly so entertaining because he’ll just say whatever comes to mind, no matter how insulting or rude it is.

Angst: (CW for Violence, Child Abuse, Scars, Eating Disorders)

- Okay here we fuckin go.

- Taka has more scars than anyone else in his class. Some are from his grandfather (more on that later), but most of them are from his grandfather’s enemies.

- As everyone has already guessed, Toranosuke wasn’t all that great to Taka. He would spend weekends babysitting sometimes, and would force Taka to study for days.

- He would lock Taka in his room and wouldn’t let him out until he decided that Taka had done enough. Sometimes Taka would go the whole weekend without any food.

- At one point, Taka tried to sneak out to get something to drink, but his grandfather caught him. Long story short, that’s how he got that huge scar on his shoulder.

- Taka dissociates while he studies now. He absorbs the information, but he’ll be mumbling to himself about “yes, sir… I’ll do better, sir… sorry sir…” even though no one else is in the room with him.

- This boy has had more pints of coffee than hours of sleep in his lifetime.

- He will mix black coffee and five hour energy and down the whole thing in under a minute. Everyone who knows him worries for his health.

- He obviously struggles with nightmares, so he’ll study or work out to avoid sleeping most nights. He normally stays awake until he collapses from exhaustion.

- Touch used to be a huge No for him. Even Takaaki could barely pat him on the shoulder for a long time. When Makoto first held his face, Taka started sobbing.

- Sometimes he’ll genuinely forget that people can be kind. When he sees someone doing something nice for him or others, it kinda knocks the breath out of him because “That’s so strange… I forgot people had the capacity for it…”

- Will straight up not eat for days. He got so used to being without food as a child that having three meals a day will actively make him sick.

- He does not trust teachers in the slightest. He’ll be respectful to them, but he’d rather bite off his own tongue than ask one for help.

- This is mainly because of his middle school days. Other students would beat him to a pulp, and the teachers would just stare at him, in a puddle of his own blood, and walk away.

- There was one teacher who did something worse than that, but I don’t feel comfortable going into details at this moment. Use your imagination, it’s probably as bad as you think.

Platonic Pairings:

Kiyotaka + Sayaka:

- I’m so smart for this just let me explain.

- Sayaka asked him to teach her how to do several Latin dances, and they’ve been best friends ever since.

- They really relate to each other in the sense that they both have had to work extremely hard in order to achieve their goals. They both believe that hard work can achieve anything.

- The entire idol group loves Taka, but Sayaka is the only one he sees everyday.

- He hangs out with the lot of them very often, and they help him loosen up a bit.

Kiyotaka + Aoi:

- This one is so obvious.

- Hina is Colombian, so she was ecstatic to find another Spanish speaker in her class. She constantly clowns on Kiyotaka’s accent though.

- They’re both so passionate about the things they care about it’s so cute to watch them interact.

- I think Taka is one of the only people that can keep up with Hina’s energy level consistently.

Kiyotaka + Kyoko:

- They are childhood friends.

- Think about it. Taka’s dad is a detective, so is Kyoko’s grandfather. Kyoko’s grandfather is too smart to fall for the whole “all Ishimaru’s are evil blegh!” thing.

- I’m saying they hung out when they were little. I’m right too.

- Taka helps Kyoko express her emotions more clearly while Kyoko helps Taka calm down and focus his mind.

Kiyotaka + Peko:

- Top tier sword bros.

- Taka saw Peko training one day and promptly decided that she was the coolest person to ever exist.

- Peko admires his true passion for the art of swordplay. He reminds her of herself when she was younger.

- I’m making Peko sound like an old woman here please excuse me.

- Taka admires her so much it’s so cute. He calls her Shishou until Peko asks him to stop. After that he sticks to Peko-Senpai.

Kiyotaka + Gonta:

- Sobbing crying throwing up punching the air.

- Gonta wants to be a gentleman and Taka is one of the best people to go to for lessons in etiquette.

- They are autistic together.

- Gonta calls Taka Senpai exactly one time. Taka starts crying cause he’s so honored. Gonta thinks he hurt Taka’s feelings. He never calls Taka Senpai again.

- Taka liked bugs as a kid, and still kinda does, so he and Gonta get along so well.

*Insert autism creature Yippee sound byte*

#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #trigger happy havoc #kiyotaka ishimaru #ishimaru kiyotaka #headcanons #takaaki ishimaru #toranosuke ishimaru #sayaka maizono #aoi asahina #peko pekoyama #gonta gokuhara #fluff #angst #platonic #hcs #yippee #autism creature #kyoko kirigiri

[altheneum-writings]

HIHI

idk if I’m requesting in the right box but here goes nothing

can I have some cotl narinder x reader hcs? :)

I see u want your hubby 👀👀 AIGHT LEMME JUST-

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Narinder/The one who waits headcanons

GENERAL:

🌑Narinder was always the middle child of the bishops 🌑goes by he/him and sometimes they/them 🌑Always whiny for attention and his siblings make a tease of him for it but he wouldn't admit it 🌑Deeply cares for his siblings, even after his exile, he always thinks of them. it's just that his pride and greed clouded his love 🌑He has this deep russian accent that can either be intimidating and scary or soft and calming, you can't stop me from thinking so 🌑he purrs, he taught everyone how to purr because they were mesmerized with how he seems to be the only one that do it properly 🌑He and Heket always fight but he's always the one who makes up for it, Narinder is also the one who sometimes helps Heket with her farms in her realm 🌑he has a really fluffy tail he hides, it's quite untamed after a long while in his exile 🌑while the lamb did take his crown and title, Narinder is the best at manipulation, who says Lamb is in control when death is still nearby with all his might? 🌑he's quite the charmer when he talks, at first he is silent but whenever he does speak, he somehow has a really professional charm put in his talks. almost like he was still a god of his people. 🌑once a god, always a god.

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PLATONIC:

🌑Narinder has a lot of trust issues with almost everyone in the cult, so for you to gain his eye and title of being his friend, you're quite the lucky one 🌑He'd do half everything/anything for his friends and secretly casts protection spells or talismans upon them and their home, in hopes they'll be safe and sound 🌑protective, not too much since he knows his lamb's cult is strong enough to take care of itself, but still. he knows how mortal lives are fleeting to the core, let him be protective of something just this once. 🌑he calls you "dear follower, dearest follower, my friend, dear friend" 🌑the cult + lamb secretly ship the both of you because of your chemistry, Narinder knows this and scolds them lightheartedly, it grew to stop soon as you had a partner of your own. 🌑he's the type of bestie who judges your crush/partner closely, if they as so hurt you in any way, he'll ask (manipulate) the Lamb to simply murder them in the most brutal way possible 🌑if you were to ask him to travel with you, he'd say "yes, I will" before you even start asking

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SPICY/ROMANTIC:

🌑 He's the one with the pants of this relationship, he just know how to make you melt in his hands (paws?) just with his voice

🌑 Teases you about it as well, he loves seeing your face get really red

🌑 Narinder loves going on walks with you in his siblings' realms, taking the time to know about you and maybe know more about the realms he used to love.

🌑 in the woods, in a small clearing where the moonlight gently hits, Narinder asks you for a dance under the moon, whether you're good at dancing or not, Narinder would always love to dance with you no matter what

🌑 in the lake is where you two would often do your "business" around, of course you both also do it in a hot spring when no one is around.

🌑 and when Narinder is desperate? he's taking you in the woods or in his tent, uncaring if the other members can hear you guys

🌑 he loves cooking with you, Narinder isn't great at cooking so for you to teach him is quite the pleasant sight to see. he loves it when you're hard-working, he admires you for it

🌑 Narinder is always so soft and gentle around you when you two are unclothed, you too have scars, little or not. he'd always ask how you got them and he always made sure he loved every part of you

🌑 Narinder particularly doesn't care about appearances but when he sees the fact you have stretch marks because you're chubby? he's gonna plant his face upon your belly and ppuuuuuurrrrrrr

🌑 also, he may have a tad bit of corruption kink, so if you dressed all nice and innocent, he might try and take you somewhere more private.

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that's all I have! I hope you're happy with this!

#narinder #the one who waits #cult of the lamb x reader #cult of the lamb #cotl x reader #cotl