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ratmonky · 7 months

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Go Go Bottle Girl!

warnings: non-con

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forgive me i wrote this drunk on prosecco and uhhh in like 2 hours?? probs bad but god i love him

News about the beauty working at the nightclub spread very quickly.

The club was more crowded than any other night and you had become the main attraction, patrons were buying drinks every hour to have you serve them so they could talk to you for a brief moment. Most of the night, you were dancing for the patrons. Every time someone opened an expensive bottle, you were there to entertain them.

To you it was easy money, you didn’t need to get naked or touched and the tips you got from the drunk patrons were enough to pay your rent. You had been employed for only a few months but you were happy with the job and your boss who was very picky with who he was letting inside the club. It was always men in suits and those who knew how to behave. For a nightclub, it was sophisticated and exclusive.

Tonight was another ordinary night. You were serving drinks, talking to the patrons, and dancing. You were in your own world to notice how the air in the club shifted at the arrival of the new patrons. You only noticed when your boss who was often in his office came out to the front of the bar, fidgeting with his fingers. Decidedly approaching him, you smiled while asking what was wrong.

“The owner’s here,” he mumbled, putting the tip of his fingers in his mouth. He started chewing.

“Okay? Is that bad?” you asked, still smiling. “Should I go greet him?”

He shook his head before pointing at the reception. “ No. There are other customers asking after you.”

“I’ll handle them now,” you said but your walk to the reception came to an abrupt stop when you bumped into someone. The man caught you as you stumbled, you held onto his arm and let out a nervous laugh with an apology. You looked up at his face after standing upright, meeting his dark gaze. He was tall enough to make you feel short even with your heels on. You bowed your head and he walked away.

You walked towards the reception. The new guy smiled and told you to greet your next customers at table twenty with the bottle they ordered. You were immediately on your way.

Most of the men of the night were kind and quite flirty. They talked to you, watched you do the bottle dance to entertain them, finished the bottle, and left after an hour or two of drinking. You kept noticing the gaze of a certain man who was being served by one of your coworkers, his eyes were on you each time you turned your head. It was starting to get slightly creepy but you started to ignore it.

The club was nearing the closing hour and you were getting a bit tired. Your heels were brand new and even though you knew they would hurt your feet, like every other time before, you thought you would break the shoes without getting any blisters. Yet here you were, feet sizzling in pain. You did a good job of hiding the pain. You could see the owner drinking at the bar when you looked at him. He caught your gaze and pointed for you to approach him. Maybe it was time to leave soon.

“One more customer,” he said. “Then you can leave for tonight.”

Unable to deny your boss’ orders, you nodded.

He motioned the bartender and the bartender pulled out one of the special bottles you had never seen before. Looked like whisky.

“Take this cognac and this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver designer lighter, “For the cigarettes.” There was a pause before he watched you prepare a tray for the bottle. “Don’t dance, this bottle does not get a special service.”

That was pretty unusual but you wouldn’t miss an opportunity to sit down instead of dancing to rest your hurting feet. You put the bottle on a tray and held the lighter in your hand. “Anything else?”

He looked at you with a bitter look on his face like he was about to tell you a lie, “No.”

You waved at the waiter who was waiting at the reception to help you with the tray. He hurriedly walked and took the tray you prepared.

You turned around to check your next customers. There were four tables left. Three of them were occupied with your coworkers. The vacant one had only three men at the table, one of them was the man you ran into earlier, the one who had been staring at you intensely. You grabbed three glasses to put on the tray for the cognac. The waiter lowered the tray for you to put the glasses and the bartender put a small bowl of ice on the counter so you put that on the tray as well.

“Let’s go,” you smiled and approached the table with your best service smile. “Good evening,” you greeted and turned to the waiter who was standing beside you, taking the bottle, you put it on the table.

The men were quiet.

“Have you been enjoying the drinks?” you asked, noticing the other opened bottles of expensive whisky and rum. They didn’t look drunk at all.

No answer.

You didn’t let it stop your good service, you put the glasses in front of them and then the ice. The waiter bowed and left without waiting for another second.

When you made a move to sit, two of the men stood up, dipping their heads in a nod while looking at the man you recognized. He nodded like he gave them permission and you watched while they walked towards the bar where your boss was.

Your boss stared at the two men and his shoulders tensed, you saw it from a distance but you could tell he was stressed. He glanced at you and one of the men shoved him forward. Your jaw dropped as you watched them take him to the backroom where his office was.

“Open the bottle,” the man spoke, startling you and taking your attention away from your boss.

Having worked in the service industry for a long time, you were a natural with the friendly smile you gave to the customers. It was almost like a mask you wore to work and nonetheless, if you just saw your boss get dragged into the backroom, the moment you turned to face the man, you were offering him a smile.

You did as he wanted, opening the bottle and pouring some cognac into his glass. You were about to put the bottle down when he spoke again.

“Pour one for yourself.”

“I’m not supposed to drink while working,” you forced out a chuckle, still smiling politely.

“You do as I say,” he replied, reaching into his blazer’s inner pocket for something. You saw the shiny black handle of a pistol. Your body went frigid, you weren’t sure if he did that on purpose or accident but you shakingly poured some cognac for yourself as he pulled out a cedar cigar box from his blazer.

You didn’t know what to do but watch him after pouring your drink. It was fascinating to watch, it looked like this was an art he had mastered over the years with great care.

He put the cigar box on the table next to his glass, the box itself was old and well-used. He slid open the lid to carefully pull out a cigar, you weren’t sure if they were the same or all different but you knew he had chosen that cigar for a reason.

He dug his hand into his pocket again to get a cigar cutter, he placed the cigar between the engraved cigar cutter’s blades and snipped. The foot was cut perfectly, he smiled to himself as he put the cutter back in his pocket after snipping a bit from the other end and placed the cigar between his lips. Then he looked at you.

You had been watching him gracefully prepare his cigar with all of your attention that you forgot you existed at this moment with him. The lighter in your hand started to get heavier with the expectant look of his.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, not knowing why. You flicked the lighter with your thumb and held it up to the perfectly cut foot of the cigar. After reaching up with the lighter to light his cigar, you watched him lean in just a little and stayed like that for a moment, his eyes were on you as he tilted his head to let the flame of the lighter burn the foot evenly.

The strong smell of tobacco made you furrow your brows and he smiled, pulling back, satisfied with the well-lit cigar. He leaned back with one arm on the backrest of the booth, he inhaled.

You put the lighter on the table and you regretted your decision because now you were awfully aware of your hands as you placed them on your lap. It also made you aware of how short your dress was and although you wanted to pull it down, if you did, the front of your dress would go lower and expose your cleavage further. You chose to have a bit too much leg showing than to bring any attention to your chest.

The sound of commotion filled your ears and you turned to look at the reception, watching one of the men from earlier kick out the other patrons. Your coworkers were yelling at the man and he reached into his blazer, pulling out something.

You gasped even though you couldn’t see, your coworkers’ faces told you enough. You saw them walk towards the door with their hands up and not a single one of them looked behind. The man turned around as he was putting away what he had in his hand and you recognized it as a pistol.

Smoke appeared in your vision and you looked at the man sitting beside you, his eyes were on you. “Drink.”

It was an order.

You reached for your glass and noticed an ice piece resting on top, he had been kind enough to put some in yours as well in his. You took a sip and quickly decided to take another to ease your nerves.

He inhaled from the cigar again and put his arm around you. His hand was on your bottom, tips of his fingers touching the cushion of the booth seat. You wanted to tell him that he wasn’t supposed to touch you at all but you could figure out that the rules didn’t apply to him.

When he exhaled you noticed that he had gotten closer from how close the smoke was to you. He reached for his glass while holding the cigar between two fingers. He took a long sip as his fingers on your side hooked under your skirt, he pulled the thin fabric up, and out of fear, you stayed completely still.

“You’re still working,” he reminded, giving the bare flesh a squeeze, the dull voice had a dangerous glint hidden underneath, “Entertain me.”

There was no way of knowing what would happen next and you wanted to keep the man satisfied. You offered a smile, it took you everything to keep yourself from trembling. “How was your evening so far?”

“Fine.” He withdrew his hand in a dangerously slow move and his lips almost curled up into a smile. Taking another swig of his cognac, the man looked at your glass that was in your lap, wordlessly ordering you to drink.

You took a long sip, it burned your throat but you were grateful for anything that could take your mind off of this moment. “What do you do for work?” you asked, trying not to look at your exposed bottom, you didn’t dare to pull the skirt of your dress down.

He put the glass down and took an inhale from his cigar before pointing at you.

After a nervous chuckle, “Is there anything special you’d want me to do?” you asked next.

A slight smirk formed on his lips and he handed you his cigar. The strong tobacco had been overwhelming you before but now it was even more intense. You took the cigar from him and inhaled while looking at him. It was too strong and you felt it burn your throat, so you coughed softly without being able to stop yourself.

“Excuse me,” you apologized and handed the cigar back to him. He took it from you and placed it on the ashtray. There was a chuckle, he found it amusing. Then he took the glass away from you.

When you turned to look at him, you felt his hands on your knees. It surprised you enough to make you jolt and let out a gasp. He wrapped his hands under the back of your knees and pulled you towards him while spreading your legs. Without the support of the backrest of the booth, you found your back on the seat cushion.

“Sir,” you said, panicked and loud. Your hands went to his shoulders to put a distance between the two of you but he already had you where he wanted. Retrieving his hands from your knees, he grabbed the skirt of your dress and pushed it up until it gathered around your tummy. You opened your mouth to plead but he reached for the front of your dress next, pulling the fabric down to expose your bare breasts.

Wrapping your arms around your breasts you tried lifting your head to look behind you but the man pushed you down and put a knee between your legs. His other hand went to your panties, he cupped your pussy and let a finger drag along your slit.

Your legs closed instantly but his knee prevented you from stopping him, so, you grabbed his wrist with your hands and tried pushing him away.

He wasn’t affected at all, you weren’t strong enough to budge his hand and instead, he slid your panties to the side to push a finger inside, taunting you of his strength.

Frustrated, you squirmed under him, letting out pained yelps. Your bare chest glistened under the club’s lights, there for him to admire. Frozen in his place, the man did nothing but look down at you squirming in fear, aimlessly fighting back.

Thus he couldn’t resist burying his face in your chest, letting his lips trail along your cleavage and kissing your breast while he thrust another finger in your pussy.

Your hands went to his hair this time, grabbing chunks and pulling, trying to stop him. He smiled against your skin and you felt his teeth sink on the supple flesh of your breast as a warning for you to stop, gasping in pain you stopped pulling his hair.

His growing erection between your bodies poked your stomach as he shamelessly humped you into the booth seat. You let out a sound closer to a moan when he sucked on your nipple, tongue moving gently in circles. His fingers left your pussy to rub on your clit with his thumb when you let out another noise.

His tongue felt scaldingly hot on your breast, you could smell the cognac and tobacco in his breath. His perfume was more vibrant too, it was rich enough to make your head spin and you knew it was a scent that would make you recognize this man if you ever got to smell it again in the future.

Impatiently, he pulled his fingers away from your pussy and unbuckled his belt, shoving the front of his pants down. You didn’t get to comprehend what was happening until he placed the tip of his hard cock against your entrance and thrust inside slowly until the entire length was buried inside your cunt. His thick cock was stretching your walls, letting you take the shake of him. He then abruptly slammed into you with an amazing force, tearing a silent scream out of you.

You pulled his hair again, whimpering in pain with your lips parted. He didn’t bite you again but his mouth moved to your neck as he pulled out of you to thrust his hips forward in full force. He buried his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily while continuing to fuck you in slow but strong thrusts.

He kept tentatively pulling out before slamming his hips forward, it was strong enough to make your back hurt against the leather seat. Your hair was being pulled and the squeaky noises were deafening you. Yet, you could still hear the man panting against your neck.

Grabbing you by the sides, the man began mercilessly pounding in your pussy and he sank his teeth into your neck, biting and biting. You started getting louder, fueled by your cute noises his thrusts became stronger and more animalistic each time you screamed or whimpered.

He removed his teeth from your neck, the flesh was numb and he moved onto your lips. He kissed you in a rough, impatient way and once you gave him access by opening your mouth, his lips wrapped around the tip of your tongue, sucking the muscle into his mouth, savoring your taste.

His balls slapped against your ass and his pace started to falter. He tried stealing a few more thrusts before he felt the ecstasy surging through his body. Your walls tightened around his cock and slammed his cock into you for the last time. He moaned into your mouth, kissing you more needily. You felt the warm bursts of his seed flooding your pussy and found yourself moaning as he continued fucking his cum into you.

“We got the money.”

Both of you froze. He was calmer than you as he looked up at the man he came here with. You covered yourself, noticing his degrading gaze. The man on top of you pulled out of you and took a moment to clean himself before tucking himself back into his pants.

You took the first second of your freedom to fix your clothing, trying not to move too much to stay away from everyone's conscience. The other second of your freedom was to observe the club. Nobody else was there other than these men. As if waiting for his cue, the third man walked out of the backroom with a hammer in his hand, covered in blood. When you looked closely, you could see the blood dripping from the hammer too.

The man himself reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet, he fished out a stack of money, and put it on the table. He glanced at you as he took his cedar box from the table and the still-lit cigar from the ashtray.

You met his gaze.

He dipped his head in a nod as he was moving out of the booth, “See you.”

The other two followed after him without sparing you another look.

You sat there processing if you should call the funeral service or the ambulance for your boss with the sticky cum leaking out of you.

#non con #tw noncon #katana man x reader

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crispinpata · 8 months

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We're not done yet, here's another set of our Japanese themed outfits from Otaku Expo Tanabata festival

I will be posting our solos soon so stay tuned...

#cosplay #team trese #trese #trese x reader #alexandra trese #crispin #basilio #the kambal #yukata #katana #kusarigama #tanabata

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sourle · 1 month

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Never thought I'd find a Phighting! × Reader blog—

Katana, Hyperlaser or Medkit with a Male phighter reader with this power set:

The reader has many recording devices naturally ingrained in their body. They can use these devices normally (recording others and such) but there's another function to these devices.

They can mentally connect themselves with other people via physical touch and can scan through their memories—good, bad and ugly. Then, they can use these memories and give others flashbacks of them via shockwave emitted by their recording devices. When they use painful memories, it often hurts mentally AND physically.

AAAAA IM HAVING A HSRD TIME IF IT SHOULD BE ONESHOT OR A HEADCANON D:

If I pick oneshot then I couldn't do all of them:(

If I do HeadCanon idk how to start the story aaaaksndoenfke

Headcanon

Character: Katana, Hyperlaser, Medkit.

Genre: slightly Angst

Who's the lucky charm?:

M!Reader with a built in camera in their Brain lol.

Katana

A new Phighter on the field? A pleasant surprise to him.

He's one of the few people to welcome you in, being gentle enough not to scare you away.

As you get used to the Phighting systems, the first Friend you made was probably Katana.

His calm aura just makes you.. relax and great. You hangout around him either just to talk or after losing a match.

You always thought that Katana would be a tough guy but.. he was easy to approach.

As you went out to more Phighting matches, the more you both see each other, the more bonds are built.

He introduced you to his drinking buddy, Hyperlaser. you may not be as close to Hyperlaser with Katana, non the less you opened up to him.

You three would sometimes hang in a bar or just took a time to walk.

One of the time as you three went out to drink. You got lost in thoughts, wanting to know about them more, knowing they're sensitive about their past you keep your mouth shut and let them take the time.

Either by accident or you did yourself, you reach a hand and place it on Katana shoulder.

His memories flash before your eyes, everything that happened in lost temple and who he we're once.

You shook your head as Katana turned to you, your hand on his shoulder grabbed his attention. Quickly you retort your hand back and excuse yourself of just being dizzy after the match and they both buy it.

You kept to yourself about what you saw, staying silent not wanting to make Katana uncomfortable by saying you know what happened in his past.

The pain and mental pain he felt... Was etched on your body, giving an impact on your health. Making your figure seems... Gloomy.

Both Katana and Hyperlaser noticed and asked if you were alright, you just brushed their questions with a quick ' i'm fine ' before excusing yourself to go back home first.

What you saw in the past, you should keep it shut. No one should know.

Hyperlaser

After joining to be a Phighter, you met Katana who introduced you to Hyperlaser.

At first the relationship was awkward but the more you go out with them the more it blooms.

Memory of what happened a month ago flashes in your mind as you walk side to side with Hyperlaser who's talking to Katana on his other side.

They asked if you want to come to take a walk with them, which you agree cuz' you need some fresh air.

The cold air nip at your exposed skin as you try to quicken your pace to catch up to them both.

Winter is coming and it's not making your condition any better.

Hyper noticed this, and asked if you were alright.

With a weak smile you nod, catching up to stand besides them.

This time, Katana wasn't buying it and pried for you to tell the truth.

Hesitantly, "I'm just a little sick, I'm... Never been a fan of cold weather."

Both stare at you before Hyperlaser puts a hand on your shoulder, once again memories flashed through your mind.

The time he was raised as a soldier, the deal he made with Subspace, the scared faces of his victims.

You flinched, pulling your shoulder away from Hyper's hold giving him a surprise.

Quickly you excuse yourself and leave, leaving both worried and confused.

What you saw is not some pleasant memories. The screams of all the people he killed, the fear in their eyes. The pain he feels. Everything searing to your body.

What a pain.

Medkit

You know him through Sword, introducing him as a medic.

He helped you patched up after an intense phighting matched.

It was mostly silent, so you asked him some questions, which he half-ahh answered. You don't mind either way.

As you both get to be on the same team more often, the more you talk to him.

You bond with both sword and rocket too, soon becoming their fourth member in the group.

You four sometimes hang out together, either after a Phighting round or just when you all have free time together.

One day, Rocket planned a hang out for the four of you.

You were the last to arrive at the place you guys would meet. As soon as you arrived, you all went and goes with Rocket plan.

At first everything is fine, but slowly you start to notice how tired Medkit looks. I mean he usually is tired but.. not this much.

As Rocket and Sword go off somewhere for a bit, you confront Medkit. Asking what's wrong.

He brushed you off, saying nothing is wrong. You tried to pry it off him but, he kept on saying everything's alright.

You sighed, placing a hand on Medkit's shoulder and stared into his eye.

Your vision flashed seeing what had happened. What has brought Medkit here.

His screams echoes in your ear as his eye was ripped out by his own teammates.

The rotting face of his old companion haunts you as you retract your hand.

You reassured Medkit. Pretending the memory flash never happened.

Rocket and Sword returns and you four continue with the hang out. But you can't shake off the feelings of dread and nausea.

#phighting #medkit #katana #hyperlaser phighting #hyperlaser #katana phighting #medkit phighting #phighting x reader #lemon writes #x reader

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sojuzz · 2 months

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don't know if you're taking reqs but if you r, can you write some katana x reader headcannons?? Something really fluffy would cheer me up right now! :]

⟡Katana x Reader headcanons

credits to fishybox_ for this wonderful art!!^^

-im just gonna assume your engaged, the ring would be a really pretty ruby with gold accents.

-he would make you green tea before you sleep and rest assured he whispers anything sweet until you fall sleep

-goes on walks with you

-he is definitely insecure about his face so it would take a really long time in your relationship and comfort to show you his own face.

-petnames go with: my love,sweetheart, songbird, my dear, 恋人 (koibito/my lover), honey.. Etc

-this man is just so calm

-katana let's you lay down, head on his lap as he combs his fingers in your hair

-sometimes let's you join him with hyperlazer

-if your the energetic type he doesn't mind, it matters to him that you are who you are

-poetic man, bros the type of guy to write a love letter like a victorian writer

-"my love go rest,ill deal with this."

-smells like fresh cherry blossoms,tea leaves,incense

-shrieks whenever he wakes up without you,genuinely gets scared that someone took you away from him

-adores classical music but doesn't mind if you play any genre

-blud cannot live without you!!

-gifts you red roses every Sunday or every 2 weeks,safe to say you have many

-such a green flag!!! (traumatized too) i rank him at no.3 for top greenest flags for phighting characters

-"You are the brightest of the stars,the most beautiful person in the world,the light to my darkness and the key to my heart, don't you see it my dear? My heart aches for you and your wonderful presence to greet me everyday with your warm embrace, you are what i most value in this cruel world, i do not know how someone like me ended up with such wonderful person,i cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you here and in other universes..to put it simply, i love you.

A/N: i enjoyed writing this!!! Hes such a sweetheart omfg^_^

#phighting x reader #phighting!#katana #phighting katana #phighting #katana phighting #★⤹sojuzz's works

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miserable-homo-momo · 5 months

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CAN SOMEONE DRAW KATANA (from Suicidé Squad) WITH KENSHI TOGETHER PLEASEEEEEEEE

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khawimoon · 1 year

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EP 8 Chainsaw man

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milkcookiekin · 3 months

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nicknames phighting characters would give their s/o (part 2)

subspace - my god/goddess/deity, gorgeous, my other half

“gorgeous, care to help me out here?”

katana - dearest, my soulmate, my husband/wife/spouse (he’s not really creative with this stuff)

“my beautiful little soulmate..”

hyperlaser - doesn’t give you nicknames, he thinks your name is nice.

vine staff - lovely, light of my life, my everything

“you’re so adorable, lovely..”

banhammer - cariño, love bug, sugarplum

“you see them?!” *points to you* “they’re my cariño!”

scythe - darlin’ (in a sexy Southern accent), beautiful, buttercup

“stand behind me, darlin’, I got this.” *little wink*

medkit - my beloved, love, darling (in a sexy British accent)

“I’ll come to bed soon, my beloved..”

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phighterss · 2 months

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✦ PHIGHTING MASTERLIST ✦

MELEE PHIGHTERS

✦ SWORD ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ SKATEBOARD ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ BIOGRAFT ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ KATANA ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ BANHAMMER ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

RANGED PHIGHTERS

✦ ROCKET ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ SLINGSHOT ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ HYPERLASER ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ SHURIKEN ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ SCYTHE ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

SUPPORT PHIGHTERS

✦ MEDKIT ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ BOOMBOX ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ SUBSPACE ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ VINE STAFF ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

OTHER

✦ THE BROKER ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

DEITIES

✦ WINDFORCE ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ DARKHEART ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ VENOMSHANK ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ ILLUMINA ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ FIREBRAND ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ GHOSTWALKER ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

✦ ICEDAGGER (platonic only) ✦ ->

Nothing here yet..

#phighting x reader #sword x reader #skateboard x reader #biograft x reader #katana x reader #banhammer x reader #rocket x reader #slingshot x reader #hyperlaser x reader #shuriken x reader #scythe x reader #medkit x reader #boombox x reader #subspace x reader #vine staff x reader

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fatkish · 2 days

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Hi! I'm a big fan of the work you do, and I was hoping that I could make a request! Headcanons for Midnight, Mt Lady, Ryukyu, and the Wild Wild Pussycats (Sorry if this is a lot! Please feel free to take as much time as you need if you choose to do this! Also I think that the Wild Wild Pussycats deserve more love from the MHA community) with their adopted son or daughter who suffered from abuse by their previous family and now has a hard time dealing with their trauma.

I'd really appreciate it! Hope you're having an awesome day!

(Sorry for not including Mt. Lady, Pixie Bob, Tiger or Ragdoll. I tried to look up their character profiles but I just couldn’t come up with anything for them or I just couldn’t picture them actually looking after and taking care of a child, sorry)

Midnight, Ryukyu and Mandalay x Adopted, Abused Child Reader

The story here is that your parents were drug addicts or criminals that basically ignored you. You were 8 when you were saved. Each of these guys have different scenarios on how they found you as well as how your life is with them. (Sorry if it’s a little redundant)

Midnight:

Your parents were drug addicts that cooked meth and barely ever paid you any attention

You had gotten used to constant hunger and had learned to live off of dumpster diving

You’d go to the dumpsters behind stores and collect whatever goods/food you could find

Places you often went to were beauty stores since you learned that there was money to be made by selling the products that the stores dump

You were quirkless which is why you were constantly on your own. You’re parents had no idea where you were half of the time and didn’t care

One day when Nemuri had the day off she saw the dirty and malnourished child walk into the alley behind the makeup store

She followed you and saw you climb into the dumpster and start filling up a small backpack with items from the dumpster such as lotions, lipsticks, foundations, perfumes, etc.

When you had finished, you climbed out only to see Nemuri staring down at you

When she asked what you were doing, you immediately tried to run away but she quickly used her quirk to put you to sleep

After finding out about your situation when she brought you to the hospital, your parents were arrested and charged with child neglect and endangerment

Nemuri noticed that you would rarely ask for things and had a hard time advocating for yourself

If she didn’t bring something up first, then you’d likely ignore it or wouldn’t say anything

You felt immense guilt in simply asking for a snack or a hug or things like that

So she started having you use a journal to help you understand and validate your feelings. She’d leave a notepad with a box for you to write down your thoughts and feelings so that you guys can read them together when she has the time

Ryukyu:

You had been another child who was used by the Shei Hassaikai. Your quirk allowed for your blood to cure all types of illnesses

Your parents sold you to Chisaki due to them being in debt and needing the money

Chisaki was using you to create vaccines

When the Raid took place, you managed to escape but were terrified of men

Since Ryukyu was one of the few females involved, she decided to adopt you

You originally hated touch but learned to love it after awhile

Your favorite thing is cuddling with Ryukyu

Ryukyu brings you to her agency and has you do your homeschooling there. If you want to go to public school then that’s fine, but while you’re healing, you get to stay with her

She tells people to let you come to them instead of walking up to you

Nejire is like a big sister to you

Wild Wild Pussycats, Mandalay:

In this case, your parents weren’t as bad, but they weren’t the best. They struggled to understand you and how your mind worked which ultimately led them to unintentionally neglecting you

You were a very quiet child and had a hard time with talking, not that you couldn’t talk, it’s just that speaking was very difficult for you

Your parents lived in a cabin in the woods and you loved it, until a forest fire broke out, you see, your quirk is fire manipulation, basically fire bending, you were playing outside at night when you accidentally set fire to the forest

It quickly spread and ended up consuming your home at night, your parents tried to drive away but they realized you weren’t with them which led them to suffocate from the thick smoke whilst they searched for you

You thought your parents abandoned you so you stayed put in your little tent in the woods. Your quirk allowed to keep the fire at bay but the panic and fear caused the flames to out of control

When the Wild Wild Pussycats got the call, Ragdoll reported your location and quirk. Pixie-Bob used her earth manipulation to smother the flames. While Tiger searched the area, Mandalay tried talking to you telepathically

She helped you breathe and calm down, as you breathed, the flames seemed to grow and shrink with your breathes. After you calmed down, Mandalay eventually reached you and brought you to their place in the woods

Originally you were terrified of fire due to the trauma of accidentally killing your parents, even though they ignored you often

Mandalay introduced you to her nephew Kota, Kota saw how terrified of fire you were and showed you his water quirk

Together with therapy and the joined help of Mandalay and Kota, you slowly learned to accept your quirk and lost your fear of it

Kota also helped you with speech therapy and you slowly learned to speak

Every step of progress you made, no matter how small, was celebrated and praised, even when you relapsed your were congratulated for your effort

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