#character!reader

summary: new addition to the teen team is a sex addict and a bitch. But oh, but they aren’t much of a bitch to of course mark grayson

genre: whatever this shit is cause idgaf I love panty AND THE NEW SEASON IS COMINGGGGG!!

info: slight(?) yandere mark, idk… I like munch!mark so much. POV switch accidentally at the end but I’m too tired to fix it so whatever. Also sorry if it’s ass, like I said i was tired and too tired to try and explain the dynamics. this is gender neutral for the ftm/male reader who loved panty and stocking. That’s why there’s a male reader and female reader tags, cause this is a character!reader so reader just has the personality and abilities of panty anarchy.

word count: 2,015

"Motherfucker needs to motherfucking chillax before she has a motherfucking stroke!" was the first sentence that came out your mouth seeing monstergirl fuck up Rex when invincible aka Mark Grayson punched her into her senses. You wore a classic bougie red outfit with shades on your head, and golden bracelets around your wrists as you leaned against the broken glass.

You were sure the person made a huge impression on the others when you got accepted onto this hero team. You and Rex weren't on a good start when you out-sassed him.

“You’re such a whore.” Rex says to you, narrowing his eyes while leaning his face towards you. You covered your nose, leaning back before sticking your tongue out.

“Says the manwhore who HAD a hot ass girlfriend before fucking multiple clones of ONE girl!” you stepped back fully as Mark was ready to get in between you and Rex, already seeing the tension getting thicker.

“I mean, monster girl was right when she said you have a small dick, Captain Peter wacker.” as you said this, you indicated him having a small dick by using your pointer finger and thumb, almost squeezing each other—but leaving space for in-between them to show how “small” he is.

“Oh, you bitch!”

“Rex, if you're gonna act like a baby, you might as well crawl back up your giant vagina where you belong.”

Before Rex could try and pounce on you, Mark got in between you and him, Rex was trying to get over the half viltrumite and human male. You just smirked and gave him double middle fingers and stuck out your tongue. “Suck it!”

“Y/n, stop!” Mark says, oddly—you obeyed, rolling your eyes and walking off.

“Whatever..”

✞

Every time you tried to have fun, Mark the fun police was always there, watching your every move. It was getting annoying so bad!

You were at the club, flirting with some guy, moving your body close to the buff man. Dragging a finger against his chest before suddenly Mark is there, pulling you from the club as you couldn't see a dark expression on his face.

“Hey! Dickhead! Are you following me or something?!” you scowled at the dark-haired male who seemed to almost try and intimidate you with his height.

“If you call watching out for you stalking, then yes!” he yells at you, but then he groans in annoyance. He doesn't even know why he cares for you, why he is getting so protective of you. What's the point of even trying to be like some overprotective boyfriend when you’re so independent?

You looked weirded out as he seemed to have an internal conflict going on. “Jeez.. Listen, man, if you want to sleep with me you could—” Mark interrupts you, grabbing your shoulders with a firm grip, not too firm to try and break anything. But still, you looked more confused at him.

“I don't want to sleep with you. I want to know the real you, you. You can't just be some sex-addicted person all your life! This... This can't be you!” he says, trying to get his words through you before you narrow your eyes.

“Ouu who are you? I don't need some asshole tryna tell me how the fuck I should live my life! This is my life, if you don't like it, then suck it up buttercup!” you pushed him back. It happened so quickly that you you both arguing, Mark trying to talk you out of whatever you were doing, not caring if he seemed crazy. Crazy for you whilst you trying to ignore the aching feeling.

“Can you shut the fuck up!” you yelled, fully losing your cool as Mark stopped, freezing as he stared at you.

Glossy eyes stared into shocked ones, you've never lost your cool before like this when you fell from heaven.

Mark couldn't help, but notice how astonishing you looked. The moon hitting your face right. You realized that you blew up, you exploded. You immediately turned from the male, wiping your eyes as you sighed.

“Listen, I'm doing this 'cause it is me. You can't just change me, Mark. This is already me.”

After that, you practically sprouted your angels wings and flew off quickly. Leaving Mark to sadly look into the sky, hitting himself mentally as he should have just not acted so impulsive. But he couldn't help it… he just couldn't.

✞

After the whole “altercation”, you and Mark have been kinda in a rocky relationship. But when you hold a grudge, you hold one. It's been so long since you noticed Mark. Not knowing that he now has fully changed after his father left. But Mark always noticed you. Always noticed how you seemed more closed off between you and him.

Mark would subtly be a lap dog for you, bringing you stuff like; red nail polish, and cool snacks he found across the world you mentioned you wanted to try months ago. He was being such a sucker, and you lived for this.

Finally, you had enough.

Knocking on his door, Debbie opened the door to see a flashy young adult who seemed to reek of a careless person.

“Is Mark here?” you ask, as much of a crazy bastard you are, you can't just burst into his place. So here you are now, in his comic geek abode.

“I wanna say, I'm sorry,” you said simply, knitted brows as Mark looked surprised. “I acted like a major bitch when you were trying to look after me. But listen here,” your voice lowered as your eyes narrowed.

“Next time I find out you are stalking me,” you balled up your fist, making a clean popping sound. “I'm ripping your balls off and making you swallow them.” and with that, you gave him a wink and left his place. Leaving him shocked as he clearly cannot believe that you apologized to him, threatened him, or found out where he lived.

But either way, the relationship was restored between you two. Strangely enough.

✞

Things have been smooth, and you both started to hang out more. Mark still acts oddly possessive if other guys are too close to you. He hates hearing how you fucked some guy during the morning or night. He had to ignore the feeling to show you true love within lust, but you were just too stubborn and uncaring to care. Although, you both are quite the duo! You and Eve are best pals due to some circumstances, she’s still a badass like you said before.

✞

Rolling your eyes, you took off your underwear from your angel clothing, not caring how the others were now focused on you. Shocked at how you are practically stripping.

“Angel! What are you doing?!” Mark yells, speeding over you as your underwear turns into a gun. Placing a hand on the half-alien boy’s chest—you pushed him back surprisingly harshly.

“I'm doin' my shit you dipstick. This isn't some ordinary monster, it's a goddamn ghost demon,” with a crazed smirk you rushed toward the shitty-looking monster. Rex gripped his head, even at first stayed in place before flying after you with Mark who still was oddly protective of you.

“Y/n! You’re crazy!” “Bitch, I'm always crazy!” you said loudly, jumping onto Eve’s and Mark's back, having your feet onto each of their backs before jumping into the air with a flip. Aiming the gun flawlessly at the ghost’s head you started to chant.

"O pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, O evil spirit born of those drifting between Heaven and Earth. May the thunderous power from the garments of these holy delicate maidens strike down upon you with great vengeance and furious anger, shattering your loathsome impurity and returning you from whence you came! REPENT, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

You pulled your finger onto the trigger as your halo glowed bright, the blue bullet phases through the ghost demon, showing a blasted huge hole before it was blown up into pieces.

Smirking, not caring how you were falling, you were suddenly caught by Mark who was gonna get heart problems because of this fallen angel.

Smirking with a smug look, you tapped his cheek. “Now you see what I have to deal with on my own time.” Mark gave you a stare that couldn't hold all the emotions he felt as of now, feeling you tap his cheek as you jumped out his arms.

You’re crazy… but oddly… attractive.

✞

"Well after we eat, let’s go hit the club and have ourselves a little fuckfest! Fuck that guy! Fuck this guy! Fuck those guys! We'll find everything that has a dick and FUCK IT! I'M TOTALLY FUCKING STOKED!" You said, kicking your feet that were covered with your red high-top sneakers. You and Mark needed to celebrate after a successful mission, it made you gleeful. Mark was slightly embarrassed with how loud you were—people started to stare.

Mark pulled you out of the establishment, whispering severely into your ear. “Calm down! Y-you can't just yell something like that to the whole world!” he says, face flushed as you push his face from your ear.

“Jeez, alright alright.” you started to pick at your ear with a noncaring expression. “I’ll be more 'civil',” you said with an air quote gesture with your one free hand. You pulled your finger out of your ear, looking at the finger and wiping it on Mark’s shirt.

“I'm bored. Let's go fuck some shit to fuck up.” You walked ahead of the male, having your arms behind your head as mark strutted close behind. Having a feeling he is practically your lap dog, which wasn’t wrong—but still it was clearly established without words.

✞

When the invincible war happened, y/n didn't think this was gonna be easy, hell! Multiple versions of the hot comic geek, jeez, if they weren't so evil. Y/n would've slept with all of them to achieve the goal of 1,000 guys!

But of course, they just had to face one of them.

The [blank] one.

The variant threw y/n across multiple buildings, and y/n got up momentary despite the burning feeling in their legs and body. “You can’t keep running from me angel face. You’ll die anyways, just like how I killed you!” He yelled when destroying a pillar y/n hide behind.

You barrel rolled from the punch, scoffing as you shot at him, he dodged quickly from the bullets. “You’re being such a little bitch.” the variant then says, zooming onto, gripping their throat as the angel then starts to punch his face.

Wincing a bit at the feeling of punching this variant, glaring at how this one seemed to smile like a smug bastard.

"You're right, I'm just a little bitch and I'm proud of it. But guess what, douchebag? That's not the point. News flash, I don't need special fucking powers to beat the shit out of you. You know why? Because I'm a bitch who doesn't give a fuck. You and your shit face can preach about death and me and other weird words that supposedly mean shit, but that doesn't change the fact that if any of you fuckers get in my way, I'm gonna kick some twisted-ass ass. You hear me dick? I'm a hot bitch angel named Y/N. And no matter what anyone says, I DO WHAT I FUCKING WANT!" Y/n before blasting a hole into Mark’s chest. Ending one of the variant's life, they felt tired as their whole body was littered with bruises, blood, and scratches. Clucthcing their gun, they fell to the ground, ignoring how their halo was slightly fading before Mainstream Mark immediately flew over.

Mark felt his heart drop, their small wings fluttering slowly, their halo looking titled. Mark flew to where the angel could get some help. He never thought he could have fallen in love with a foul-mouthed angel.

And here he is now, it's over, the battle of his life is over as he stared at the enchanting fallen angel beside him. He wrapped his arms around your nude body, figuring quickly you liked to sleep bare. He had no issues of course, but damn.

You were insane for being who you are.

Hello everyone, it’s been a while~! Things in my cozy corner of the world have gotten busier, but I will still strive to write content and share it on this platform, though as things are at the moment, it might be a monthly update~.

Tonight’s post is a little different; instead of a full-fledged fic, this is a preview for an upcoming slow-burn series~!

Special thanks to @jinwoosbabyboo, who had taken time out of her busy day to brainstorm with me and came up with the prompt that has become the sneak peek of what you might expect when a Maomao! Reader is reborn into the world of Hell’s Paradise with more obstacles than ever before that come between her and her poisoning experiments. The biggest one? Being married off to Iwagakure’s most prized shinobi, Gabimaru the Hollow. Or is it such a terrible thing after all if he’s immune to all types of poison too~?

If you would like to be tagged for the official release, comment down below with a 🌿.

Divider by @sweetmelodygraphics . Credit goes to the artist(s) for the images found on Pinterest.

warnings: canon divergence, reincarnation, arranged marriage, mention of prostitution and sexual assault.

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“You’re already awake?”

You paused, the brush freezing in midair at the familiar monotone voice. You glanced over your shoulder to see Gabimaru standing a few feet away, dressed in a faded grey yukata held together with a black obi tied around his waist. He didn’t have any other garments besides his shinobi attire and like you, he was never fussy about keeping up with the capital’s fashion trends. There was no point in doing so when his purpose is to blend into the shadows and carry out the village chief’s orders, and you mended any tears found on your kimono with Yui’s help.

“Is something wrong?” You asked. “You’re staring.”

Gabimaru didn’t answer. Instead his bare feet stomped across the tatami mat, sat next to you on the engawa leading out towards the fields with a loud thump. You opened your mouth to interrogate him further when he raised his hand, cupping your cheek. He then stroked a calloused thumb under your eyes, and pulled away, rubbing his thumb and pointer finger together.

“Your freckles.” He said. “They’re not there.”

“Yes.” You replied plainly. “Because I removed them.”

“So you wear make-up when you leave the house?”

“I removed my make-up. That’s why they are gone.”

Gabimaru tilted his head to the side. “I don’t get it.”

You sighed heavily, shoulders sagging. What a bother. It wasn’t like you were trying to hide anything from him, he is your husband. But this bickering would become more and more pointless if you didn’t elaborate on the supposedly contraditory statement now. You lowered the brush down onto top of the container, making a low clink before you swiveled towards Gabimaru, giving him your undivided attention as you spoke again.

“Before I leave the house, I paint on dried clay on my face to add freckles. Every time you have seen me until now, I was already wearing make-up. Cosmetics aren’t just to make someone look beautiful.”

“But why would you do that?”

“Not everyone leaves the pleasure district sexually satisfied.” You said. “Clients who are violent, carrying empty wallets or venereal diseases are more prone to take their frustrations out on anyone who is even remotely attractive in their eyes. Being a plain, ugly girl removes me from being a target and dragged into a back alley. Or people finding out I’m collecting information for the village chief.” You then turned away, dipping your brush back into the clay mixture. “That’s all.”

More importantly, less attention on you meant focusing more time and energy into studying medicine or testing new poisons that come into your possession. You didn’t know why…but something in the air has shifted. Maybe the temperature was dropping? It might be a breezy day, after all. Perfect for spending an hour outside to collect herbs to make some tonics to treat fever and night chills. The Silk House had requested you to make some for their higher-ranking courtesans so that they would be well enough to perform tonight.

You raised the bronze mirror up, narrowing your eyes slightly. Well, the freckles were almost passable yesterday, but you needed to add a little more on the right so it was symmetrical to the left -

“Can I do it?”

Huh? You looked back at Gabimaru, who looked just as surprised as you at what he had just said. Why does he want to do that? You watched his body freeze, his face pink from the sunlight and hands raised in defense.

“Uh, I’m sorry.” He sputtered. “I wasn’t trying to be rude.”

For some reason that you couldn’t explain - maybe it was because you remembered Yui telling you to allow Gabimaru in, to let him get to know you as more than a stranger who was just sharing a household under the chief’s orders of an arranged marriage - you swiveled your body around, knees tucked under your bottom in the seiza position. You laid out the container, the brush, and the mirror between the two of you, and looked at your stunned spouse straight in the eye.

“Go ahead.” You said, closing your eyes. “Just make sure that they don’t look too big or too small or someone will notice the ruse.”

The wind hit my face hard every time I pushed my body forward to accelerate. I felt the thrill rush through me like electricity, but it couldn't compare to the feeling I got from admiring that beautiful orange hair so magnificent, like the sun during sunset, her figure dressed in two different shades of pink, and not to mention those eyes, green like a fairytale forest, you could only admire every aspect of the beautiful girl who passed you so effortlessly. She, on the other hand, offered you a loving smile, which only made you more enchanted by her sweet expression but who could blame you? You were completely smitten with your girlfriend, even though you could see her beautiful features any other day, you engraved them in your memory as if it were the last day you’d see her and still, her charm kept surprising you as if it were the first time you saw her.

Both heroes were playfully competing to see who could pass the other, diving into the city, flying in circles between the skyscrapers, letting themselves get carried away by the pure joy of being together. Without even noticing, they began to rise, drifting away from the noise of the city, until it became a distant murmur and only the two of them and the clouds remained.

Atom Eve passed the young Grayson once again. The redhead turned her body, now flying back just to like her girlfriend did with her, admire that laugh showing her teeth alongside that tri-colored suit of yellow, blue, and black, they were made for each other.

Then suddenly, Atom Eve was caught off guard when a gust of wind pulled her out of her thoughts, it was her girlfriend, who had just overtaken her in an instant, ꒰Y/N꒱ extended her arms, a big smile on her face, and suddenly started spinning around like a human helicopter blade. Her arms held firm, legs together, and her body did a perfect horizontal spin. Then she stopped mid-spin, stabilized her flight, and continued forward, not without first turning to look back at Eve, who was only a few meters away, still flying backward.

─── “So, what was that? Were you trying to impress me?” ─── asked the pink-suit hero playfully, still flying backward, propelled by a burst of pink matter.

─── “Did it work?” ─── asked the Grayson with an excited smile like that of a small child

─── “Maybe” ─── Eve said, raising an eyebrow while keeping her smile. ─── “If you didn’t use the same tricks, maybe you’d impress me.”

The girl in the tri-colored suit laughed as she began to speed up again.

─── “Well then, pay attention babe!, this one will do it!” ─── I raised my fist and in a short time, she already created a large distance between her and Eve, who could only deny fun for the actions of his partner, Eve slowed down to turn around and now face forward, better able to admire her girlfriend, who was so eager to impress her.

꒰Y/N꒱ looked over her shoulder at the young wilkins, who now had her eyes very attentive to his moves, she can't help smile at her lovingly but suddenly my pink girl's expression turned between confusion and seriousness, just as she stopped flying and raised her hands, ꒰Y/N꒱ could faintly hear her sweet voice calling her name, since the whispers of the wind along with the distance made it difficult for him to hear her clearly, it was precisely that which erased his playful smile and made him look up in front of him, quickly finding himself a few inches from a pink matter barrier and behind it was a large green portal floating in the air.

I didn’t even have time to slow down or stop; within seconds, I was already breaking through Eve’s barrier and entering the portal, not even poor Eve had time to think of something to stop your flight, and by the time she did, you were already being swallowed by the portal. Eve hurried to fly after you, hoping she could at least still pull you back but the portal soon vanished with the wind

4 months was the time you had been trapped in another dimension that wasn’t as developed as yours in certain aspects, and even more so since you were in the year 2012., besides, it seemed like heroes didn’t exist, you found this out the bad way, when after going from a fresh morning to a barely starry night once you crossed the portal, you didn’t notice anything strange, After a short time wandering around, it became clear you were in New York.

You had the theory of just having been transported to another place in a different time, but with all the things you were seeing, maybe you were in an alternate universe, Your first thought was that you could go to the base of the  Guardians of the Globe and search for Robot to help you with your situation, or even go to your girlfriend Eve’s house though you couldn’t be sure she was still your girlfriend in this universe, nor could you be sure this was just an alteration of your universe.

In the end, you found nothing, no headquarters, no Eve’s house, not even yours, as a last resort, you thought about flying into space If you could find some help, but you weren’t sure what you’d run into up there. At the end you decided to return to New York, just to be at the same point where you came out of the portal. You had a faint hope it would open again.

Still, you had to think of something, since you had not even a single clue of when the portal would open again or if it even would so you opted to get some kind of job that wouldn’t ask for your birth records, ID, school certificate, or why you were wearing a three-coloured suit.

Well, let’s say you were lucky enough to meet Mr. Murakami!

Oh, that good man saved your life, he gave you a job without asking many questions and of course, his total blindness didn’t allow him to, even you had to come up with a story to cover up the fact that you didn’t even have a house, family, clothes, or a reason why you weren’t going to school, He was extremely supportive and honestly a bit naive awakened in you the need to protect the older man and how not? He even managed to find you an apartment to stay in for a while before they started charging you rent, He gave you a good paid so you could afford clothes, basic hygiene products, food, and every now and then you’d treat yourself to a little comic, too bad they didn’t have Seance Dog here.

─── “Good night, Mr. Murakami! Sleep well” ─── I was getting off early from my full-time shift, since of course I wasn’t going to school, that gave me more free time, so I decided to spend it working extra hours, I was starting to save money to attend school, although that decision was still uncertain.

─── “You too ꒰Y/N꒱, remember to be careful on the streets at this hour” ─── the man said goodbye to me near the door, his hand resting on the frame.

─── “Yes! Don’t worry about me, have a lovely night!” ─── I walked away little by little from the shop and waved goodbye with my hand but I quickly lowered it in embarrassment how absentminded did I have to be to wave like that to a blind man? I just kept walking toward my apartment.

I continued walking calmly, certainly lost in my thoughts. I was worried something might be happening while I was here just idling around, ¿How much time was passing in my universe? ¿Was Mom okay? She was already depressed by the truth Dad was hiding from her. I don’t want to imagine how she must be now that I just disappeared flying, ¿How was Eve? ¿Was she still worried about me? The fear haunted me that so much time might be passing that she could have forgotten about me, ¿Would William forget about me too? I know our time had already passed, but I still worried about how Amber was doing, Not just them, ¿How were doing Rex and the rest of the Teen Team now the New Guardians of the Globe?

I sighed at my thoughts, mentally reminding myself that I had to stay positive. I hadn’t noticed there was an older man walking in front of me with a red-haired girl I assumed was his daughter. Seeing that hair color made me think of Eve, and I ended up speeding up my steps just enough to pass them easily, I really needed some rest. I ended up turning onto a street where a single Street light seemed to be the only one working, my steps slowed as I started feeling strange, like something wasn’t right. That’s when a carelessly driven van came to a sudden stop almost in front of me, and I saw two suited men get out, walking right past me. I stood there, confused, almost ready to ignore it but hearing panicked screams put me on alert Almost instantly, I turned to see where the screams were coming from, only to end up watching the same people I had just passed now being cornered by both suited men, For a moment, just one, end up connecting looks with the girl I could see several emotions mixed in those blue eyes: fear, panic, confusion.

I need to do something, I had to, because I wasn’t going to stand there and do nothing, No matter how strong those guys might be, it was my duty to protect the weaker ones. Because I am—

── 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ─── I was bored at night so i stay up late doing this, So if you see too much lack of spelling or grammar or it is a very poor script they already have an answer Lol

(Name): *Drinking some lemon tea with two sugar cubes before dinner*

Jason: What the fuck are you doing?

(Name): You uncultured swin- *cough* Rule 339. The post-meal beverage is to be lemon tea with two sugar cubes.

Prompt: when (Y/n); a young woman who was just trying to get by, dies, she wasn't expecting to be reincarnated into a anime as a character not even from that anime; columbina. She decided to try and act similar to the character she reincarnated as since she looks like her now.

“Understand, there's no other girl in the world quite as perfect as me♡”

Ultimate Actress

Name: Y/n Kawakami

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Personality: Due to her immense acting, Y/n manages to hide her true personality through a facade of being a kind, calm and slightly egotistical girl. In truth, she sees men as just a pathetic bug for her to destroy wether physically or mentally. She considers herself the most beautiful woman in the world and sees everyone else as lesser. She hardly shows any feelings but when someone could resist her abilities, she would start obsessing over them.

Appearance:

Y/n is a extremely beautiful female who has a slender build and slight curves. She has S/C (your skin color) clear skin, smooth and shiny, long blueish black hair with blunt curtain bangs, and a beauty mark just beneath her left eye. Her eyes are light silver and she has long eyelashes.

Stats:

Appearance : 10/10

Strength: 4.5/10

IQ: 8/10

Y/n is a very famous actress, starring in nearly 500 movies with almost all of them being successful at the box office and receiving well reviews all because of Y/n and her renowned beauty and talent. But Y/n was reported to be missing and then found dead during the first few weeks in Hopes Peak. Strangely enough, she later returned after only a day. Nobody knows what happened to her and why they found a corpse which looked just like her.

Warning: While this doesn’t take place during or in a killing game, this story will be a somewhat darkfic including Gore, possibly NSFW, violence, death, abuse, and other things that are messed up so if anything triggers you, please do not read this fic. The actual first chapter is being worked on and it’s my first time writing a fanfic myself so I will do my best hopefully on this.

Copyright:

Tomis Kawakami belongs to Junji Ito and his series Tomie

A/n: I’ve argued this with my friend because they said Zhongli was hotter than Obey me Lucifer when they are literally the same person in different fonts, so I made this out of spite

P.S; I’ve won, and now they are simping for my boy Luci

P.P.S; this is inspired by this work/comic ☆

Pairings: Female!Obey me Lucifer!Reader x Mortal!Zhongli

Warnings: short like my height