#Gender neutral reader

[heartfullofleeches]

"N-no!.... Don't go in, p-please? No... please?..."

Hot mist sprays across your exposed flesh, coupling with the sweat accumulated from a particularly warm winter's eve. Baking in your nightly attire, your skin breathes for the first time in what feels like ages as you unzip your clothing - bathroom door flung open as the zipper's teeth part past your collar. Through the vapor, you could already see the ears building in their eyes as they leapt at your patted legs.

"Carnis, sweetheart, I like wearing the cow onesie as much as you like seeing me in it, but this thing is burning me up!"

Like quicksand, attempting to squirm free of his iron clad grip on your waist strengthens their hold.

"B-but...but..." Whimpers replace the words the hybrid cannot find on their own. "Cute.... You always look nice... c-cute, but this...it's different."

Their large, sad eyes dart between the faux tail dangling from your backside to the nubby horns stitched into the spotted hood adorned atop your head.

"Cow Y/n.... I-I'll miss cow Y/n... already do..."

"Carnis, just because I'm taking off now doesn't mean I'll never wear it again." Resting your palm on Carnis' head, you search through his fluffy nest of hair for the base of his right horn - scratching gently. "Tell you what, I'll put it in the wash so then I can wear it again when it gets colder again. Is that okay with you?"

Sniffling, the cow dips their head in agreement. "Kay..."

"Would joining me in the shower cheer you up more?"

"Shower?... With you?"

The millisecond those magic words leave your mouth, Carnis's arms detach from your waist - hooking to the side of the bathtub as they kick their leg over, gearing up to climb in.

"Wait, wait- Take your clothes off before you get in! Carnis!"

[reinersredemption]

Stay-at-home Dates | Batboys x Reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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Bruce Wayne One thing about Bruce: He is a tired man, he’s days are exhausting, to say the least. With managing Wayne Enterprises to being Gotham’s dark knight — he rarely has time to relax, so when he gets the rare opportunity to be home with you, his first instinct is to rest. He’s a fan of old-school romance, and a candlelit dinner or a cozy fondue night is his idea of the perfect evening.

Dick Grayson Dick loves the intimacy of cooking together and enjoys indoor picnics. The quiet moments shared over food make for some of his best memories. He’s also all about living room karaoke, turning a simple night in into an impromptu concert.

Jason Todd You and Jason started a mini book club, just for the two of you. With you in his life, he also discovered a love for pampering himself—something he never allowed himself to do before, hiding behind tough exteriors and emotional walls. Now, you’ve dedicated entire days to treating him with the love he deserves: think robes, scented candles, face masks, foot massages, and bubble baths.

Tim Drake Tim is also a fan of naps, especially when he can curl up next to you. When he’s awake, he enjoys when the both of you watch random documentaries together. He’s also into building complex Lego sets with you, he created a collection of all the ones you finish together, and it’s become one of your favorite bonding activities.

Damian Wayne Pottery nights have become a staple in you and Damian’s date nights, and he’s (not surprisingly) skilled at it. He keeps the pieces you both create, even using them in his daily life. You often catch him sipping from a mug you made him, even if it’s a little lopsided. Painting nights have also found a soft spot in his heart—they’re a quiet way for him to enjoy his day with you.

Duke Thomas Duke is all about board and card games for a cozy night in. He also secretly loves your reality and drama TV marathons, accompanied by lots of snacks. At first, he pretended to be uninterested in it due to it being drama-filled, but now it’s your shared guilty pleasure, and he’ll get genuinely upset if you watch an episode without him.

[leighsartworks216]

could you write for #17 on the prompt list? any character would be great <3

Mud Masks

Sylus x gn!Reader

Prompt from this list

17 - holding the other's chin up

Warnings: fluff, silly, established relationship, kissing, implied height difference, slightly suggestive, banter

Word Count: 804

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"Just a little more."

"You already said that."

"Yeah, well, I mean it this time."

Sylus chuckles softly as you tsk, focused on not messing up all your hard work. For what it's worth, he's been nothing but compliant so far, even after your weird request.

He opens his eyes as you gather more of the mud mask onto the little silicone applicator. You're ethereal - in your pajamas, disheveled from the work day, frowning with concentration. He doesn't think he could fall more in love, but you always manage to prove him wrong.

You look back up at him and roll your eyes. "Close 'em, mister."

"Don't I deserve a reward for staying so still, kitten?" he teases. His eyes shamelessly glance at your lips as he steps closer between your legs, hands sliding from the marble countertop to hold your waist.

"You'll get a reward as soon as I'm done." You don't bother waiting for him to close his eyes. He ends up closing them anyway when you carefully put the mud between his eyebrows and down his nose. "And you have to do me, too, remember?"

"Bad choice of words."

"Down boy."

He sighs, low and playful. "I do so love when you're cruel."

You don't dignify him with a response. Instead, you finish smoothing the last bit of mud over his face. He looks silly - cutesy animal-ear headband holding his bangs back, sharp features slathered in a dark clay mask, white eyebrows breaking through. Still, despite all the teasing, you're all too happy to have a partner willing to go through all this trouble for you. He clearly enjoys it just as much, if only to have all your attention on him.

"There! Now it's my turn." You hold out the applicator to him and nod to the jar of mud on the counter.

He lets you go. The warmth of his hands lingers on your clothes. It looks strange to see such a big, imposing man with that little applicator in one hand and the jar held in the other, both dwarfed by their size. "I thought I was promised a reward," he says as he gathers clay on the silicone and sets the jar aside. He glares without any malice down at you. "After I was being so good."

You smile, amused by his antics after the day you had. Self-care like this was a rare occurrence, and absolutely necessary tonight. "Fine. Don't let it be said I'm someone who goes back on their deals."

"I'm glad you understand, sweetie."

He takes his time, after all that. He brushes hair from your face, though it's securely held back just like his is. His knuckles caress your cheek softly, trailing down to your jaw. Calloused fingertips trace the angle of it, where his index finger curls just under your chin, and his thumb graces your lower lip.

Chills run down your spine in anticipation. The hairs on your arms stand on end, waiting eagerly. He knows it, too. He knows you, the damn bastard. Knows just how much this effects you.

With his hold on your chin, he gently tilts it up, lifting your head to be the perfect angle, as he finally leans down. Your eyes flutter shut. Your heart races so loud in your ears.

Something cold touches your cheek, startling you out of the moment with wide eyes. The applicator hangs just in your periphery.

"Hey!"

He catches your mouth suddenly, silencing whatever insults you were prepared to throw his way. All of them are forgotten as his tongue licks into your mouth. Thoughts dissipating in the wind as he lifts your chin just slightly higher to give him even more access. And if that wasn't enough, the appreciative groan he breathes into your mouth makes you forget about the mud masks entirely.

He pulls away slowly. You're chasing after his lips for more without thinking about it; you can feel his grin as he grants you one more. His thumb brushes soft circles into your chin, coaxing you back to him. When your eyes flutter open, he guides your head to the side and begins spreading the dollop he left on your cheek around.

"Don't worry, kitten," he hums. "When I'm done, you'll get a reward, too."

You look at him from the corner of your eye, praying he can't feel how warm your cheeks have become. You're sure he already knows. "A reward like that?"

Red eyes flicker to yours with an amused quirk of his eyebrow. "You can be greedy. Ask and it's all yours."

"Including you?"

The drying clay cracks at the corners of his mouth as he smiles. He guides your face back toward him, leaning down until his every breath ghosts over your lips. "I'm always at your disposal, my beloved."

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[creamecafe]

Making Out Sessions with Seong Gi-Hun

Pairing: Seong Gi-Hun x GN!Reader

Warnings: kissing, little slight spicy tension, making out ofc, mentions of grinding, age gap but that depends on your preference, lime (iykyk)

Requested: Yes or No

During Season 1, I like to imagine he would be a bit shy making out with someone else other than his wife

It's been years since he had intimacy with someone else ever since he's been divorced from his wife

He would take things nice and slow, then as the relationship would progress, he would go a bit faster

Doesn't mind being slowly dominated

Season 2 of him is totally different

If you were a bit inexperienced or a bit younger than him, he still would take things slow but still keep the tension there.

He would be so yearning while kissing you, grabbing your hips and grinding you on his lap

Smiling while kissing into your neck and hearing you gasp is the highlight of doing it with you

Things may or may not lead to more

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[yichi-is-a-bitch]

TWST Incorrect quote #85

MC: "can we talk? One 10 to another?"

Vil: "I’m an 11, but continue."

MC: "facts, but anyway as I was saying"

Vil: *smiles*

[zweetpea]

You know... with how many people this has happened to as well, I'm starting to think that my dumb cracktheory has a a lot more weight to it than I originally gave it credit for

A dragon's jealously

(A large blurb based on my experience playing genshin and cause I lost my 50-50. However this is a raceless, bodyless, genderless post so anyone can read and all are encouraged to read.)

Well here it was! They could finally claim his C1 after so long! He could finally be close to them! No longer would he sit on the sidelines while they played with Ganyu and Kokomi or Ayato... Cyno... Diluc... Scaramouche... Kaeya! NO! None of them would be of any use to her anymore! She'd never have to take him out of her team.

Of course They'd have to build him a team... But They already had everyone they need for a hyperbloom team! Nahida, Shinobu, and to his Chagrin... Kazuha... though he couldn't fuss too much as they've had Kazuha long before he was even released into the game. Though if that didn't work they could always use fridge... But he'd want her to use Ganyu for that! No way was he about to let Kaeya onto his team to steal his players attention away!

They'd stroll through the lush mountainside of Fontaine together... visit Catherine in the court of Fontaine after their daily run... He'd even get to eat their delectable cooking! And maybe... maybe They'd even put him in their serenitea pot! Oh how he longed for that moment!

But there they were pulling on Zhongli's banner. At first he reasoned that they were going to put Zhongli on his team as there were a few team comps with the two of them together and it wouldn't be out of the question for them to have a mostly 5 star team... they have had one before... but then he remembered that one of those teams needs furina which they unfortunetly didn't have. What was going on?

Were they... trying to replace him? WHY? He was- He IS the best unit in the game! He's SS ranked! He has complex lore! He was drop dead gorgeous (their words, not his)! They've said he was their favorite on multiple occasions! He figured it out as they were doing some stealth and let me tell you, it started to pour. Attempt after attempt it rained, and rained. It splashed onto the ground like there was no tomorrow. Some NPC's started to whisper and worry that his tears would singlehandedly flood Teyvat.

The player was nearing they're 10 pull and he knew what he needed to do. He was sure they were about to pull a 5 star and he would make sure it wasn't Zhongli. He looked at the 7 standard five stars when his gaze fell on Mona. PERFECT! This would surely send them a message. After all Mona was Hydro too so he knew they'd obviously get the message that a certain someone wasn't happy with them.

He sauntered over there with a fire in his eyes. "Miss Mona," He put on a calm voice, "how would you like an all expenses paid trip to Fontaine?" He smiled politely at her.

"Monsieur Neuvillette! How generous of you to offer! I-I couldn't though..."

"Nonsense! Of course you can! A five star hotel and penthouse suite, private Michelin chef, I'll even take care of your rent for you for however long you decide to stay." He sweetened the pot more and more; circling her like a hungry vulture sizing up it's prey.

"Wow... okay then!" She grabs his hands in thanks.

He reeled back. "Not so fast. I need you to do something for me first."

He face fell in shock. "Oh! Yes of course..." She knew it was too good to be true.

His voice dropped into a sinister husk. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards the golden star that would soon be falling down into the players hands. "All I need you to do is ruin our players 50-50 pull on Zhongli..." He whispered into her ear.

"That's it?" She looked up at him skeptically.

"That's it." He nodded, pushing her toward the star a bit.

"OKAY!!" She nodded excitedly and hopped on right as the player pulled.

He looked longingly at their crushed face and smiled symapthetically. "Sorry darling... but you're only allowed to have one dragon Daddy in your life."

[springismss]

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 thoughts of tattoo artist! satoru who ended up tattooing his childhood crush one day. because after seeing a video on tiktok a few weeks ago, this wouldn’t go away.

g/n! reader and sfw

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tattoo artist! satoru who is the most sought after artists of his generation, who’s booked for months in advance because everyone wants at least one piece from him, but who always has spaces for his regulars who supported him since he started out.

tattoo artist! satoru who specialises in neo traditional, new school and minimalist tattoos but will exceed at any type of tattoo his client wants. he didn’t become the best tattoo artist of his age for no reason.

tattoo artist! satoru who has his very own studio alongside some other artists who he trusts and a couple of body piercers because why not? he’s a very social person when he wants to be. Also, did anybody say discounts/free body modifications?

tattoo artist! satoru who loves nothing more than chatting away and popping in on his co-workers when he has nothing to do in between clients or scheduling appointments in his dairy.

tattoo artist! satoru who has a whole other phone purely for his work otherwise he’d hate being on his own personal phone for so long - that way he can take breaks as and when needed.

tattoo artist! satoru who ended up with a cancellation one day and posts to his insta story asking if anyone wants to take the space for a discount - ends up with what felt like a million inboxes asking if they could take it, finally choosing someone with the help of his best friend suguru.

tattoo artist! satoru who starts to get the design ready while he waits for the person to come along, having had what they wanted sent across within minutes of receiving the message they’d been chosen, the sound of choso’s voice alerting him to his client being in the reception area ten minutes later.

tattoo artist! satoru who walks out and tilts his head when he sees said person with their back to him, offering a quick hello before the person turns to face him, only to suck in a breath when he sees that the person is you, someone who he hasn’t seen in quite a long time - you kept yourself hidden in your profile, not caring to show your face.

tattoo artist! satoru who’s suddenly nervous for the first time in a while, trying his best to keep his composure while he leads you back to his private room, away from the gaze of curious eyes who want to know who you are.

tattoo artist! satoru who closes the door behind you both once you enter, watching you as you take off your coat and walk over to where he is, watching as he adds the final details to the piece you wanted.

tattoo artist! satoru who’s takes in a shaky breath before he turns around to face you, signature smile pulling at his lips as he places the stencil on the area you want, checking everything is okay before waiting for the ink to dry as he sets everything else up, asking you to take get onto the tattoo bed.

tattoo artist! satoru who begins to get to work on permanently branding the design on your skin, who can feel your gaze follow his hands as best you can as he continues to work, checking in on your now and then to see how you were feeling, noticing the subtle ways the area you were getting tattoo moving to the needle.

tattoo artist! satoru who gives a hum when he’s added the final few bits to your design, giving it a clean and taking some photos/videos before placing a second skin over it to make sure it’s protected. going through his aftercare with you, not taking his eyes off you as you listen closely, nodding along and asking questions where needed.

tattoo artist! satoru who walks you out of the studio all the while shooting daggers at sukuna, who came out of his room after finishing a piercing for his own client asking you for your phone number because he may or may not want to spite the man stood beside you.

tattoo artist! satoru who uploads your piece to his insta, watching the number of likes and comments at the top corner increase before he turned his attention to his personal phone and starts to doom scroll for a while, needing to give his brain a break for a bit.

tattoo artist! satoru who see’s a repost, a mention, a like and a comment from the account you messaged him on - tapping to scroll through your feed, getting lost for a while before noticing a new unread message in his inbox, much to his delight and surprise it’s you.

tattoo artist! satoru who reads your message, goofy smile on his face as you thank him for the session, wanting to book in for your next one with him as soon as you’re healed and he has free space - nearly missing the last few words of your message before doing a double take.

tattoo artist! satoru who finds himself feeling like a child again at the words you wrote - “you really haven’t changed at all, toru, it was nice to see you again”. he can’t help but feel all giddy inside when you call him that nickname you used for him before feeling his heart beat heavily in his chest.

tattoo artist! satoru who’s always happy to make time for you when you want a new piece of art - especially a custom piece you’ve begged him for for weeks now, proud to show off how he’s marking your skin in a way other tattoo artists wish they could - you’re not allowed to go anywhere else for a tattoo, that’s the rule now. the same also applies to piercings - he makes sure to keep his eyes trained carefully on his pink-haired piercer just in case he tries anything.

tattoo artist! satoru comes to realise he hadn’t gotten over the childhood crush, he just never thought he’d see you again after you moved away - much to his delight, you moved back to Tokyo a year before you first messaged him. who’s delighted that you’re spending more time around the shop when you’ve got free time, helping him with new ideas for flashes and giveaways, because getting to spend a moment with you feels so damn right.

tattoo artist! satoru who, one day, tattoos a special design on you, only to get a matching one as well - he had to be the one to do them both as he didn’t want the moment to be ruined, everything had to be perfect. so what if it didn’t match the rest of his tattoos or yours?

tattoo artist! satoru who’s always been secret with his personal life, especially to the public, until he makes an insta post about his biggest muse and how he’s never letting them go ever - you. who finally posts your face for the world to see, happy smiles appearing on both your faces in the photo as he looks at you with pure love, you on the other hand offering a wink to whoever looks at the picture.

tattoo artist! satoru who may mark your skin with pieces of art but is also extremely good at leaving other marks littering over pieces of bare and inked flesh. he’s such an insatiable lover, he can’t get enough and he’ll be damned if he lets you go again for as long as you both live.

did anybody ever mention to you how hot he is covered in tattoos and piercings?

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Hello! I love your serial Killer reader work, I just have one question would the reader pursue a romantic relationship with an oc or someone just to avoid suspension like some other serial killers. Or would they be likely to pick/ find someone at a bar or club pick them up there and may be murder some of them and let the others go. I hope your doing well!

Reader has a string of exes thanks to their ‘Gotham Elite’ persona, just to keep up general appearances, but otherwise having a partner has never been necessary to dissuade suspicions.

Most of SK!Readers' murders are ambushes in the street, they don't like talking to their victims at all if they can help it, to risky, but now I’m imagining some poor gothamite almost getting gutted by the reader, somehow getting away, only to come back asking “so what are we” and just…. Not leaving the reader alone 

atleast, that's one of the ways I've thought of adding a love interest lol ~v~ I have quite a few hehe

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[m1d-45]

post-mortem

summary: war was not a gentle affair; not to the land, the civilians, the soldiers, or their captain.

word count: 1.1k

-> warnings: major spoilers for natlan aq, very very brief mention of canon-typical violence

-> gn reader (you/yours) and unspecified traveller

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harbingers were not meant to be kind. they were meant to carry out the tsaritsa’s will, and while they were allowed some level of leniency within their methods of doing so, their goal remained firm: fetch the gnosis. if they could manage that, then it was to return home in more or less one piece.

capitano was not in natlan for fun. he had a mission to complete. anything that stopped him was an obstacle to be immediately removed. anything that slowed him was to be brushed off and cut away. for hundreds of years, he had had no problem with this goal, and no problem for what would come after it.

he stationed himself just within natlan’s borders, gathering as much information on the ley lines as he could without stepping on too many toes. he had bided his time patiently, tending to his mechanical heart and the souls within, his plan ready to go as soon as the traveller arrived. carefully reviewed and edited millions of times, paperwork he no longer needed to read to remember the words of. it was the pinnacle of his years on teyvat, his will and testament to the nation he once served.

he held no reservations. he had no doubt, no fear for what was to come. il capitano did not linger.

the captain sat behind his desk, the plain wood empty and unoffensive. there was neither pen nor paper across its surface, all reports having been reviewed just as midnight struck. the only light in the cramped tent was from a lamp in the corner, the flame’s light flickering over the walls and everything held within. outside, the wind whined through the stone of tezcatepetonco range, keeping all words far from listening ears. had he wanted to, he would feel comfortable even listing out his plan to someone he trusted enough to tell it to.

that had been his plan, initially. his tent was nestled deep within the heart of the camp, and he doubted neither his soldiers’ fealty nor their ability to alert him should something go wrong. in the wilds of the land of war, he had forged a sliver of true privacy. any day now, he would receive word that the traveller had finally left fontaine, and his plan would fall into place. every possible failure and fault had long been accounted for; all that was left was to secure that his affairs would be in order after he died.

and with that, you had been called into his office, the summons delivered by an agent with a deep red mask and a voice permanently roughened by illness.

you had been hired young by the fatui, like so many others in their ranks. you were a remarkably ordinary person, in fact; at least by snezhnayan standards. you were born, you starved, you joined the cause. and because the captain made a point of caring after those put under his banner, he let you try to forget the things that happened in between. you came when called and struck when commanded, carrying the same loyalty that marked the rest of his division. you were entirely unassuming, if not for the fact that for some inexplicable reason, it was you that he had called.

there were soldiers with more experience than you. there were soldiers with a more precise control over the elements than you, with a higher kill count, with a broader stature or quicker strikes. you were perhaps not average, but assuredly not him, nor someone fit to manage every loose string.

the only thing you were, for certain, was slumped over his desk, leaning rather uncomfortably on your arm in a way that you’d certainly regret in the morning. normally, he’d never allow such disrespect—this was his tent, after all—but given that you were the one he’d chosen to step alongside him for the past few days, he supposed he could cut you some slack. regular people needed sleep, after all, and the captain was in the habit of protecting those under his banner. as a reward for trekking with him across the country and back and dealing with the combat in between, he would allow you to rest with him as your guard for one more night.

no one person could handle every consequence of the power vacuum that would be left in his stead, and he was not stupid enough to think so. he had informed both the jester and her majesty, but their business was not with inter-platoon affairs. while he may not have to worry about anyone striking when they thought the harbingers were weak, he did have to worry about who would upkeep all of his contacts, monitor the ley and those that resided within them, who would coordinate his troops while they either filtered to the other harbingers or were reassigned to whomever would take his place. it was for this reason that he had spent his tentatively “free” time developing and editing a second plan for when news of his death reached fatui ears. it sat in his pocket, a thin weight he was never meant to hold on to.

he was meant to give it to you. ordinary you, as plain as the uniform over your shoulders, tasked with filling his shoes until the storm passed. you, who he should not be fond of because captains did not have time for such childish things as favorites, and yet your name had refused to leave his mind. no, he was not forced to give command to you in particular, and neither was he made to leave it at all. but war was cruel, and a soldier without a cause was as good as a cart without wheels. he was to reduce his people’s suffering, not impart more upon others. you just happened to be better suited for the job, and he had happened to tell you more about natlan’s ley lines than anyone else. it only made sense that he kept calling on you rather than anyone else, as he could handle any combat anyway. informing you would make your transition to stand-in all the more easier, that was all. there was no place for “kindness” in his crowded heart. “kindness” implied a level of sympathy he did not show, not to any of his troops and assuredly not to you. it was not “kind” to mark you with his death.

he waited until the sun crept above the horizon to move, letting you sleep uninterrupted. you would need a much of it as you could get. he let his chair slide against the floor as he stood, letting that wake you instead of his gauntlets on your shoulders. you snapped to sitting up, but just as fast winced at the knot in your shoulder. “get moving,” he ordered, and you hurriedly apologized, thanked him, and turned to comply. as the wind swept in behind you, he watched you shiver at the sudden drop in temperature, hunching your shoulders high and walking quickly.

for just a moment, his mind briefly drew the idea of giving you his coat. he discarded the idea as soon as it came, pushing his chair back into place and following you out, running through today’s agenda.

his last wishes would be dealt with another day.

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - Help player 230.

Warning : canon divergence, violence, guns

Genre : fluff ?

Synopsis : “thanos x triangle guard male reader where after the fight in the bathrooms the guard helps thanos with his injury” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

A/N : Bold is in English

You were sitting on your bed, reading, when you received an order in your earpiece. You didn’t really understand the reasons behind it, but obeyed nonetheless, placing your book away and putting on your mask, then your hood.

Locking your small room, you then went to your locker, getting your MP5, your revolver and some ammunition before walking down the long corridor to find another guard who was coming to you with a small first aid kit. You took it, placing it around your waist before resuming walking toward the men’s bathroom at a faster pace, going up and down the multiple stairs.

You had to protect player 230, not kill. Save, just this once. You had heard of him, more than just in the games. Rising rapper, known to be annoying, was about to win a rap contest but forgot his own bars. You even saw a few -a lot- memes about it. You mostly felt pity for him, and even though he ended second, you could tell he felt like he had ended last.

Though it meant you knew his name, you preferred to distance yourself, using 230 instead.

As you arrived, you saw player 125 run toward you, you moved to the side, letting him pass by, barely acknowledging you. You continued your way up the stairs, the two triangle soldiers guarding the door.

You stopped, opened the door, looked at the chaos and sighed before entering.

It took you a few seconds to spot your target.

Player 230 was trying to strangle 333 with one hand while the other tried to take his fork away, without much success as it planted repeatedly in his left shoulder, arm and ribs.

You went toward them, a few people noticed you as you took your MP5 in your hands and swiftly hit 333 on the head with it, knocking him out.

The fight had died down by now, all looking at you. You kept your hands on your gun, ready to use it if necessary, the tension still palpable and growing even more with the silence.

“Everyone out.” You said, putting your foot on 230’s back to keep him in place as he grabbed 333’s fork.

The other players didn’t need you to speak twice, already moving away from each other as the two soldiers by the door came in, telling each group to follow them.

“Take him.” You pointed with your gun to 333 on the floor, pushing 230 away from him with your foot, as two Os approached cautiously to help the unconscious man up.

Within a minute, the bathroom was empty.

Or almost.

“124, out.” You said and quickly you heard the door open, 124 slowly coming out with an awkward smile.

“Sorry.” He replied, walking past you before flipping you off behind you as if you couldn’t guess what he was doing, and then, he left.

230, tightly holding 333’s fork, tried to attack you, attempting to stab your leg. You moved your MP5 so it was against his forehead, stopping him instantly, looking at you with wide eyes. Shit.

“Give me the fork.” You said, holding one hand out, but he threw it behind you, hoping you’d give him an opening by going after it.

“Fuck you.” He said with a proud smile.

Fucker. You rolled your eyes, though he did not see it.

You bent down, pushing your MP5 on your back, and grabbed him by the collar, his hands going to your gloved ones to stop you as you forced him to sit against the toilet stall.

“Wh-”

“Player 230, I’m not here to kill you, you can calm down.” You kneeled at his level.

The way he stared at you told you his mind was racing, not understanding but still wanting to curse you out.

“You want me to believe you’re here to help me ? You think I’m stupid ?” He scoffed, crossing his arms though his left one had struggled to move, a wince on his face.

You ignored him, pushing his arms out of the way, opening his vest and pulled his shirt up. His hands went to your wrists, trying to stop you, not understanding what you were doing.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing ?!” He said. God, you understood why he was described as annoying. But again, how do you interact with a man who thinks you’re gonna shoot his brains out.

“Checking your wounds.” You replied, snatching your hands away from his grip to hold his shirt up again.

You noticed the tattoo on his neck was also going down his sides. And there, around the 6th or 7th rib, stab wounds, blood seeping out.

“Remove them.” You said, pointing at his clothes. He raised an eyebrow, visibly confused.

“What ? Why the fuck would I do that ? Perv.”

You ignored him again, taking out the first aid kit from around your waist and showed it to him, hoping he’ll finally get it.

He stared at it, confused before slowly complying, glaring at you as he struggled to get rid of his shirt because of his arm, cursing you under his breath. If only you didn’t have your fucking guns.

By his shoulder and biceps, along the thick line of his tattoo, more stab wounds bleeding abundantly. He looked away, visibly not pleased to be seen hurt.

You came in at the right time, or his wounds would’ve been worse if not deadly. A little more and he would’ve been stabbed in the neck by that fork. Although they were small and weren’t as deep as it would’ve been with a knife, they were still around 4 centimeters deep, stinging and hurting sharply, throbbing.

You opened the first aid kit, placing the different items on 230’s legs except for the scissors and tweezers, keeping them in the bag.

You grabbed the small bottle of painkillers and stood up. He won’t need that, isn’t it more entertaining if they’re struggling ?

“Stay.” You said before walking away and emptying the bottle in the toilet before going to the sink, pouring some water in it.

“Bitch, I’m not a fucking dog.” He said under his breath. Out of spite, he moved, trying to grab the fork. You heard his grunts and turned around with a sigh. You walked to the fork and took it, placing it in your pocket before grabbing him and putting him back where he was. You kneeled down again, replacing what had fallen from his legs.

You emptied the small bottle on his ribs slowly as you cleaned the wounds. Water mixed with blood dripping down his skin, getting rid of the mix of sweat and partially dried blood as he stared at you.

You stood up again to put more water in the small bottle, 230 staying still as you came back and emptied it on his shoulder, wiping it. You did it once more, cleaning up his biceps last.

He continued staring at you, still not understanding why you were helping him. You too weren’t understanding it. Maybe they wanted to keep the disruptive element longer ? Though the most disruptive one could be 456.

His hand moved toward you, trying to reach for your mask, but you moved your head away and swatted his hand.

“Come on, who are you ?” He finally asked. “You piqued my interest.” He smiled cockily.

You gave him an annoyed stare he could not see before returning to your task, taking some gauze and wrapping it around his arm and shoulder, squeezing enough so it wouldn’t fall and stay in place.

Then you leaned closer, wrapping the gauze around his ribs, making sure it was tight and thick enough again.

You looked at your work before turning toward the camera on the ceiling and moving slightly to the side, showing your job was done.

“You can put your clothes back on and go.” You said, standing up, waiting for him to move.

“Seriously, who are you ? You know me ? That’s why you’re helping ?” He chuckled, his confidence growing despite struggling to put his shirt back on, putting his jacket with more ease. You said nothing, watching him slowly stand up before escorting him to the exit.

The door opened, a group of workers entered with 5 human sized black boxes. 230 watched them as they opened them and placed the dead inside before closing it.

“Player 230.” You said, gaining his attention, he looked at you with wide eyes. Did he just notice the corpses ? You reached into your pocket and gave him the fork. “I hope you’re enjoying the games.”

[strzxrin]

bae i need wei zhong with a cuddly lover. like… just someone who drops into his arms the second they are in private and remain smashed against his chest while dozing off. and like in public they hold his hand, and also give him some small kisses here and there, their favorite kisses to give him being kisses under his jawline. (i need to cuddle this man you don’t understand how much i need to do that and to also suck his—)

. . . just wanna touch you for a minute !

in which . . . you hold him in your arms and he can’t help but latch onto you even more. even as you make a mess out of him.

cw. it was cute until it wasn’t, dom!reader, bottom!character, overstimulation, bondage, dacryphilia, teasing, edging

pairings . wei zhong x gn!reader

bunny hybrid x reader , nerd x reader , bottom!character x reader , pathetic!character x reader

notes . i kinda went a little overboard on him… (can you tell who’s my favourite to write?) i did make it a little sweet at the start though but i hope that you devoured this

masterlist . character list

he completely melts into it. he’s very physically affectionate himself but when you reciprocate? he believes that he transcended into the heavens because by the gods you’re so soft to him.

the feel of your skin and the way how you drape yourself over him? he’s almost whimpering from it. your fingers intertwining with his? he finds his heart exploding, and he can’t help himself to just pepper your face with kisses.

he thinks that you’re so so cute, but you? you think that he’s the cuter one here.

especially when he stops functioning entirely when you start to kiss his jawline, your hands on his chest as you lay on top of him in his bed. he doesn’t remember how it got to this — no. he does. you were coming over for a movie night.

yet here you were, kissing his jaw and trailing it further down as he lets out little mewls and whimpers “waitwaitwait—! mngh!” his back arched as he felt your teeth gently grazing his nipples. he was a mess, a puddle in your hands, quite literally too. his cock was leaking as you circled your thumb on his tip, softly chuckling on his cute sounds.

you moved back up again as you smiled “awwh.. you’re so cute, baby..” you cooed softly into his ears, and he swears his bunny ears twitched and flopped by the sheer closeness of it all. he was tied on the bed due to your little sneaky act and frankly the bondage was making him even more sensitive.

“( name )—! anh!” he stuttered out your name, almost babbling as he can’t remember the amount of times you denied him from cumming. he has tears in his eyes as he sobs a bit but you kissed away the tears, shushing him gently as you continued to tease his aching cock.

“what’s wrong, baby? wanna cum?”

“oh pleasepleaseplease!! please wanna cum! please i’ll be such a good boy just lemme cum!” his words were beginning to slur as you hummed. your fingers went further and now you were fully stroking him. it made his back arch even further as he struggled from the restraints. he was whining and shaking as you chuckled before going to his ears and nibbling it gently.

“go ahead, pretty boy.. cum” and he did. he was a whimpering and sobbing mess, shaking as he shoots his load all over your hand. his eyes rolled back from the sheer pleasure relief of it all and when he gained his consciousness again, he sees you putting your hand up to your lips and licking off his cum.

ah.. he’s not going to be walking tomorrow it seems.

[trippygalaxy]

Hey hi hellooooo and congrats on 400 followers Trippy!!! That is a LOT of people cbkwhxiwhfkdh

Now can I request legend x reader where the reader can sing?

Like, they remind him of Marin at first because they only sang quietly and softly around the Chain at first, but eventually when they get comfortable and finally sing something that's actually in their range (im thinking the reader's an alto), and suddenly Legend has hearts in his eyes because of their actual singing voice!!!

Thank you! And yes it tis a lot a of people- which is semi concerning considering the weird shit i used to say /lh

Also wild how this is like my fourth legend request? ((like you're the first one to ask for legend but after there was like a flood of people)) and Second one of Reader similar to Marin??? Are yall like, conspiring together before requesting? /j

Also I hope you don't mind this as a headcanon-

Characters: Legend x Gn!Reader Words: 600+ Warning: Voice Insecurity, Legend being OOC??, Hyrule and The Chain vaguely mentioned/brought up

To say you had a good relationship with Legend was...wrong-

You had joined The Chain as a guide throughout this new hyrule they've found themselves in, and though you were a kind and sweet person, there was something that just had the pink haired vet keeping his distance from you

Maybe he found your nature too clean? Or perhaps he found your voice annoying- you were told by too many how 'squeaky' you sounded when you spoke and even more so when you sung

But thats why you sung so lowly, your voice above a whisper that moved with the late night campfire. You made sure to keep that part to yourself when you first joined the group- you were just a guide, not a bard, but even when you were overheard, you didnt hear any complaints.

At first you didn't pay too much mind to it -the distance from the rough hoarder, that is- some heroes reassuring you that the vet wasn't one to trust easily and you couldn't blame him!

But the longer you stayed in the party, it was growing more and more easier to see that there was not malice in his distance but...an odd somberness to it? You had tried to as the Traveler- the hero who had known him the longest- but all you got was a meek shrug and a hasty retreat

That was...strange, but you did not want to pry, if the veteran was having issues with you then he needed to grow up a little and talk to you about it instead of sulking. Plus, you were just a guide! So if he truly couldn't do such a thing, then he just needed to wait until your job was done

But a mopey hero wasn't going to keep you from enjoying you're time traveling!

And it didn't! ((for the most part)) So much so that you even grew more comfortable with the ragtag team of heroes, allowing your inner self to heal little by little as you found your voice once more.

Yet this growing confidence didn't go unnoticed.

No, your rich, low harmonies did not pass by the ever listening ears of a certain hero. And that was the moment that changed quite a bit between you and the stern hero.

No longer did he avoid you, finding any excuse or none to simply leave you to your lonesome- no, now you can always see him out of the corner of your eye, his ears twitching as your voice hit every note so beautifully.

No longer did a somberness follow him like a growing rain cloud, if anything, it seemed like his skies were growing clearer with everyday that passed- and if you were bold enough to say- with every song that passed.

No longer did the Traveler play messenger when the Vet had a question, no, now the once standoffish boy strides up to you with a walk that screamed 'faux indifference' with a question that eager slips off his tongue.

Slowly, your lonely night shifts turned into quiet company, then to 'private concerts' as you would tease, but Legend did not meet your teasing's with his signature silver tongue.

It was...sweet, how he would quietly give you song recommendations with quick reassurance that you; "Really don't have to do them! I- I don't care...really."

Yet you did them anyways, happy the darkness covered your darkened cheeks as you watched the harden hero simply melt from the melody flowing from your lips.

The change wasnt an instant, if anything, it was as slow as the growth of a plant- but you didn't mind, happy to see the hero finally warm up to you and maybe, just maybe, finally learn why this new change has happened.

@yourlocaltreesimp

[gothicxreylover]

Yandere giant hashira Au x tiny reader

(Basically like arrietty from studio ghibli. A great movie and I definitely recommend watching it!)

Reader is gender neutral and is referred as “the tiny”

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Genya’s forest adventure

Genya trudged through the dense forest, the crunch of leaves and twigs beneath his boots loud in the silence. He was tasked with gathering herbs for the medics, his irritation growing with every step.

“Stupid plants… why can’t Shinobu just send someone else…” he muttered, kicking at a branch. As he bent down to grab a bundle of herbs, his sharp eyes caught a flicker of movement near his boot.

“Eh?” He crouched low, scowling as he spotted the culprit—a tiny human no bigger than his thumb trying to blend into the shadows of the forest floor.

“What the hell? A tiny?” His voice was rough, his brows furrowed in disbelief. The tiny flinched at his tone, scrambling backward. Genya clicked his tongue, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oi, don’t run. I’m not gonna crush you or anything,” he grumbled, extending his hand in a rare gesture of gentleness. The tiny hesitated, eyeing his scarred, calloused palm. After a moment, they cautiously stepped onto it, trembling like a leaf.

Genya raised them to eye level, his rough features softening as he studied them. “You’re braver than you look, wandering out here with demons roaming around.”

He frowned, his grip tightening slightly—enough to make the tiny squirm but not hurt them. “You’re too damn small to be out here alone. What if a demon found you before I did?” His voice grew lower, his protective instincts flaring.

“You’re coming with me. No arguments.” He tucked the tiny securely into the crook of his scarf, their small weight barely noticeable.

As he resumed his trek, his muttering softened. “I’ll keep you safe… no matter what.”

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Tengen Uzui and His Wives

Tengen was lounging on the porch of his mansion, the warm sun casting a golden glow over his extravagant home. His wives—Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru—were scattered around the courtyard, enjoying the calm afternoon.

Suma’s sharp voice broke the tranquility. “Tengen-sama! There’s something moving near the training grounds!” she called out, pointing frantically.

Makio rolled her eyes. “It’s probably just a bird, Suma. Stop screaming like that.”

“No, it’s small… but not that small! Come look!” Suma insisted, waving her arms.

Curious, Tengen stood and stretched, his towering frame casting a long shadow. “Alright, alright. Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”

The group approached the training grounds, their footsteps rumbling like distant thunder to anything small nearby. Hinatsuru was the first to spot the tiny human trying to hide behind a blade of grass.

“Oh my… it’s a tiny human!” she gasped, kneeling to get a better look.

Makio crouched down beside her, narrowing her eyes. “What’s a tiny doing all the way out here? Don’t they usually stick to their villages?”

Suma squealed, clinging to Tengen’s arm. “They’re so cute! Look at them!”

The tiny human was frozen in place, overwhelmed by the four colossal figures looming over them. Tengen crouched down last, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, well. Looks like we’ve got ourselves an unexpected guest.”

Reaching out with surprising gentleness, he scooped the tiny into his palm. His flamboyant demeanor didn’t mask the possessiveness in his gaze as he studied the fragile figure. “You’ve got guts, sneaking into a giant’s domain. Or maybe you’re just reckless.”

Suma leaned over his shoulder, her eyes sparkling. “What do we do with them, Tengen-sama? Can we keep them?”

Makio sighed, crossing her arms. “We’re not adopting a tiny, Suma.”

“Why not?” Suma pouted, tugging at Makio’s sleeve. “They’re adorable!”

Hinatsuru smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “We can’t just leave them here. It’s too dangerous.”

Tengen’s grin widened as he gently stroked the tiny’s head with a finger. “Of course, we’re not leaving them. A tiny this bold deserves protection… and flashy protection at that.”

He stood, cradling the tiny carefully in his palm. “From now on, you’re under my care—and my wives’ care, too. Don’t worry, little one, we’ll make sure you live in style.”

As they returned to the mansion, Suma clung to Tengen’s arm, chattering excitedly about building a tiny home for their new companion. Makio grumbled about the hassle, though her occasional glances at the tiny betrayed her curiosity. Hinatsuru, ever calm, began brainstorming ways to make the tiny feel safe and comfortable.

For the tiny human, the Uzui household was overwhelming—a world of vibrant personalities and immense figures, each vying for their attention. But there was no denying one thing: in this family of giants, they were cherished.

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Shinobu’s Garden Encounter

Shinobu stood in her garden, tending to her vibrant flowers and watching butterflies flit around lazily in the warm afternoon light. She hummed softly to herself, the tranquil atmosphere calming her after a busy day of training and research.

As she reached down to pluck a stubborn weed near the roots of a lavender plant, her sharp eyes caught a faint movement. She paused, tilting her head curiously. Beneath one of the petals was a tiny human, frozen mid-step.

“Oh my,” Shinobu said softly, her lilting voice carrying an edge of playful intrigue. “What have we here?”

The tiny flinched at her voice, their wide eyes staring up at her looming figure. Shinobu crouched gracefully, resting her chin on one hand as her violet eyes studied them.

“Are you lost, little one?” she asked, her tone sweet but tinged with mischief. The tiny human didn’t respond, too frightened to move under her piercing gaze.

Shinobu smiled, reaching out with delicate fingers to gently pluck them from the ground. Her touch was careful, her grip loose enough to ensure she didn’t hurt them. She brought them closer to her face, her gaze softening as she observed their trembling form.

“You’re so small… so fragile,” she murmured, her tone almost a whisper. “I wonder, what brought you all the way here? Were you curious about us giants?”

The tiny human stammered something unintelligible, their voice barely audible to her. Shinobu chuckled lightly, her smile widening. “How adorable. You’re like a little butterfly, wandering into my garden.”

Her fingers brushed lightly against their head, a gentle yet possessive motion. “It’s dangerous for someone your size to roam around like this. What if someone less gentle had found you?”

Her tone shifted slightly, growing softer yet somehow more intense. “No, I can’t let you go now. You’ll stay with me, won’t you? I promise to keep you safe… as long as you don’t try to run away.”

Cradling the tiny human in her palm, Shinobu turned and headed back toward her mansion, already planning ways to ensure they couldn’t escape. After all, such a delicate treasure didn’t belong anywhere but under her careful watch.

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Mitsuri’s Joyful Discovery

The sun was setting over the sprawling grounds of Mitsuri’s mansion, casting a warm pink glow that mirrored her hair. She was sitting in her courtyard, enjoying a freshly baked pastry after a long day of training. Her enormous sandals rested beside her, and her toes wiggled idly in the grass.

As she reached for another bite, she noticed a tiny movement by her foot. Blinking in surprise, she leaned down, her pastel hair cascading around her face. There, trying to crawl under the edge of her sandal for cover, was a tiny human.

“Oh my gosh!” Mitsuri gasped, her voice full of excitement and awe. “A tiny human! You’re so cute!”

The tiny froze, looking up at her with wide, fearful eyes. Mitsuri’s expression softened immediately, and she lowered herself closer, her hands resting on her knees. “Oh, don’t be scared! I won’t hurt you, I promise!”

Carefully, she extended a single finger toward them, her smile radiating warmth. “See? I’m gentle!”

When the tiny hesitated but didn’t flee, Mitsuri’s heart swelled. “You’re so brave to stay here with me! Most tinies would have run away by now.”

She cupped her hands around them, her fingers forming a protective dome as she gently scooped them up. Her massive green and pink eyes sparkled with wonder as she held them close to her face.

“You’re so small,” she murmured, her voice tinged with amazement. “It’s like holding a little doll! How did you end up here? Were you curious about us giants?”

The tiny’s nervous expression made her giggle softly. “Oh, don’t worry! I’ll take such good care of you. You don’t have to be afraid.”

Her expression grew more serious for a moment, her grip tightening slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to let them know she meant what she was about to say. “You’ll stay with me from now on, okay? It’s way too dangerous for someone your size to be out there alone.”

Mitsuri stood, cradling the tiny against her chest. “Come on, let’s get you inside! I’ll find you a cozy little spot in my room, and you can tell me all about your adventures!”

As she carried them into her mansion, her mind raced with ideas. She’d build them a tiny house, cook them little meals, and protect them with all the love and strength she had. The thought of someone else finding them—or worse, a demon—sent a shiver down her spine.

No, this tiny was hers now. She’d make sure they were loved and cared for, no matter what.

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Sanemi’s Rough Protection

Sanemi was pacing the edges of his training grounds, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of demons. The wind rustled the tall grass around him, carrying with it faint scents from the forest. His hand hovered near the hilt of his blade, his senses on high alert.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something moving. His brows furrowed as he stomped over, boots thudding loudly. When he got closer, his sharp gaze zeroed in on a tiny human scrambling through the grass, trying desperately to stay out of sight.

“What the hell is this?” Sanemi growled, crouching low. His voice was like thunder to the tiny human, who froze in fear. “A tiny? What are you doing here?”

He reached down, his large, calloused fingers easily pinning them in place without much effort. The tiny human squirmed, but his grip was firm. “Stop moving, idiot,” he snapped, lifting them to eye level.

His scarred face twisted in confusion and irritation as he studied them. “Tch. Do you have a death wish? Wandering out here like this? What if a demon found you before I did?”

The tiny human tried to stammer out a response, but their words were too faint for him to hear clearly. Sanemi sighed heavily, his free hand raking through his messy white hair. “Damn it. Now I gotta deal with you.”

His tone was harsh, but his actions spoke differently. He carefully curled his fingers around them, shielding their small body from the wind as he stood. “You’re way too fragile to be out here alone. Stay put. You’re my responsibility now.”

As he made his way back to his mansion, he muttered under his breath. “Don’t get any ideas about running off. If I catch you trying to leave, you’re in for it. Got it?”

Despite his gruff demeanor, there was a glimmer of protectiveness in his sharp eyes. No matter how much he grumbled, he wasn’t about to let anything happen to the tiny now that they were in his care.

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Giyu’s Silent Protection

Giyu was sitting by the river near his mansion, the tranquil sound of flowing water easing his mind. He had been meditating, his sword resting by his side, when a faint splash broke his concentration.

Opening his eyes, he looked down and spotted a tiny human struggling to climb onto a rock near the riverbank. His expression didn’t change, but his sharp blue eyes followed their every movement.

The tiny finally managed to haul themselves onto the rock, only to realize they were being watched. They froze under Giyu’s quiet yet intense gaze, their small form trembling as he shifted slightly closer.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his deep voice soft but firm.

He reached out, his large hand easily surrounding the tiny human as he gently picked them up. They tried to speak, but their voice was too faint for him to hear. Giyu frowned slightly, tilting his head as he brought them closer to his face.

“You’re lucky it was me who found you,” he murmured, his tone low and calm. “If it had been a demon—or someone less careful—you wouldn’t have stood a chance.”

The tiny human’s fear was evident, and Giyu hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” His words were simple, but his sincerity shone through.

Cradling them carefully in his palm, he stood and began walking back toward his mansion. “It’s dangerous out here. You’ll stay with me from now on.”

His tone was final, leaving no room for argument. As he walked, his grip on them was firm yet gentle, his movements slow and steady to avoid jostling them.

Inside his mansion, Giyu placed the tiny on a soft cushion near the window, watching as they hesitantly looked around. “You don’t need to be afraid,” he said quietly, his gaze never leaving them. “You’re safe here.”

Though he didn’t say it out loud, Giyu felt a strange sense of protectiveness toward the tiny. They were so small, so vulnerable—it made his chest tighten at the thought of something happening to them.

No matter what, he wouldn’t let harm come to them. Even if they didn’t fully understand it yet, they were his to protect now.

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Obanai’s Quiet Curiosity

Obanai Iguro sat perched on a low branch near his mansion, Kaburamaru coiled lazily around his shoulders. He had been silently observing the area when the snake suddenly hissed, its head darting toward the ground. Obanai’s mismatched eyes followed the movement, his sharp gaze catching sight of something small scurrying through the grass below.

A tiny human.

Obanai tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. “What are they doing here?” he muttered under his breath.

Leaping silently from the branch, he landed just a few steps away, startling the tiny human. They froze, looking up at the towering figure now looming over them. Kaburamaru slithered down Obanai’s arm, his tongue flicking curiously toward the tiny.

Obanai crouched, his face calm yet unreadable. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said softly, his voice carrying a faint edge. “Don’t you know how dangerous it is for someone your size to wander around?”

The tiny tried to back away, but Kaburamaru hissed lightly, cutting off their escape. Obanai extended a hand, his slender fingers surprisingly gentle as they scooped the tiny into his palm.

Holding them up to his face, he studied them closely. “You’re trembling,” he observed, his tone almost mocking, though his grip remained careful. “Are you scared of me? You should be more afraid of demons.”

Despite his cold words, there was a strange softness in the way he cradled the tiny human. He gently stroked their head with his finger, a faint smile playing at his lips. “You’re so small. It’s a wonder you’ve survived this long.”

Kaburamaru curled around Obanai’s wrist, flicking his tongue at the tiny. Obanai’s gaze softened further as he whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe now. You’ll stay with me, where no one—and nothing—can hurt you.”

As he walked back to his mansion, he kept his hand close to his chest, shielding the tiny from the wind. “You’re mine now,” he murmured under his breath, a possessive note creeping into his voice. “Don’t even think about running.”

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Rengoku’s Warmhearted Rescue

The setting sun bathed the world in a fiery orange glow as Kyojuro Rengoku strolled through the fields near his mansion. His booming laughter echoed across the landscape as he thought about the training session he’d just finished. His sharp eyes scanned the horizon, always alert despite his cheerful demeanor.

It wasn’t long before he spotted something unusual—a faint movement among the tall grass. Curious, he strode over, his large frame causing the ground to tremble slightly with each step. When he reached the spot, he crouched down and saw a tiny human, no bigger than his thumb, trying to hide behind a blade of grass.

“Ah-ha! What do we have here?” Rengoku exclaimed, his voice loud yet warm. His bright eyes sparkled with excitement as he leaned closer. “A tiny human? Incredible!”

The tiny flinched at his booming voice, their small body trembling in fear. Rengoku’s expression softened immediately, and he sat back on his heels to appear less intimidating. “Oh, no need to be afraid, little one! I won’t harm you!”

Extending a single hand, he waited patiently for them to step onto his palm. When they didn’t move, he chuckled softly. “I see. You’re cautious. That’s good—it’s what’s kept you alive so far. But I promise, you can trust me!”

Carefully, he scooped them up, his massive hands cradling them with surprising gentleness. He brought them close to his face, his fiery hair glowing in the fading sunlight. “You’re so small! I’ve never seen anything like you before. How remarkable!”

The tiny human stammered something, their voice barely audible. Rengoku tilted his head, his grin widening. “Don’t worry, little one! I’ll protect you from anything that might harm you. No demon will lay a finger on you while I’m around!”

Standing tall, he held them securely against his chest as he began the trek back to his mansion. “You’ll stay with me from now on. I’ll make sure you’re safe and well cared for. And if you ever feel scared, just know that Rengoku Kyojuro will always be here to keep you safe!”

As he returned home, his booming laughter filled the air. “Perhaps I’ll even build you a little house! Yes, that would be wonderful! You’ll have everything you need, and you’ll never have to worry about a thing again!”

For Rengoku, the tiny human was a new treasure—a life so small and fragile, yet so precious. He vowed to protect them with all the warmth and strength his fiery spirit could offer.

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Muichiro’s Clouded Curiosity

Muichiro Tokito wandered through the forest near his estate, his eyes unfocused and his mind drifting like the clouds above. He wasn’t on any particular mission, just enjoying the quiet, his twin swords lightly tapping against his sides as he walked.

As he stepped over a cluster of moss-covered rocks, his sharp eyes caught an unusual movement near his foot. He stopped abruptly, blinking down at the ground. There, trying to scramble out of sight, was a tiny human no bigger than his pinky finger.

“Hm?” Muichiro tilted his head, his expression blank but curious. He crouched down slowly, his long black-and-teal hair falling over his shoulders like a curtain.

The tiny froze, trembling under the immense presence of the towering Hashira. Muichiro stared at them in silence, his gaze distant yet sharp. “A tiny human…” he murmured, his voice soft and almost detached. “What are you doing here?”

Reaching out, he plucked them up with a surprising gentleness, holding them in the palm of his hand. The tiny squirmed, their movements barely noticeable to him. Muichiro’s expression didn’t change, but he brought them closer to his face, studying them as though they were a strange insect.

“You’re so small,” he said, his voice calm and quiet. “Smaller than I thought tinies could be.”

The tiny tried to stammer something, but their words were too faint for him to hear. Muichiro blinked, tilting his head. “Are you scared?” he asked bluntly.

He paused for a moment, as though contemplating something. Then, his expression softened slightly—just enough to hint at the care behind his otherwise impassive demeanor. “You shouldn’t be out here. Demons roam these woods, and they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt someone like you.”

Standing up, Muichiro held them securely in one hand as he began walking back toward his mansion. “I’ll take care of you,” he said simply, as if it were an obvious decision. “It’s better if you stay with me. I’ll keep you safe.”

As he entered his estate, he gently placed the tiny human on a soft cushion by the window, his distant gaze fixed on them. “Don’t wander off. You’re too small to survive on your own,” he said, his voice as soft as the breeze.

Though his words were straightforward, there was an unspoken promise in his tone: Muichiro might not express it well, but he would protect this tiny human with everything he had.

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Gyomei’s general rescue

The rhythmic sound of prayer beads clicking together filled the air as Gyomei Himejima knelt in meditation by a quiet stream near his mansion. His massive frame was still as a mountain, his closed eyes turned toward the heavens.

A faint rustle in the grass broke his focus. Though his sightless eyes could not see the source, his heightened senses immediately located the small presence near his knee. He tilted his head slightly, listening.

“You’re quite small,” he said, his deep, rumbling voice calm and kind. “Are you a tiny human?”

The tiny froze, their heart racing as the giant spoke directly to them. Gyomei extended his massive hand, his movements slow and deliberate, as though afraid to startle them. His large fingers gently brushed the ground until they found the tiny’s trembling form.

“You’re shaking,” he said softly, carefully cupping them in his palm. His touch was impossibly gentle for someone of his size and strength. “Don’t be afraid. I will not harm you.”

Bringing the tiny closer to his face, Gyomei tilted his head slightly, his blind eyes gazing past them as he smiled warmly. “It must be frightening, being so small in a world so large. But you are safe with me.”

The tiny human’s voice was too faint for him to hear, but he felt their tiny movements in his palm—nervous but not trying to escape. He nodded slowly. “I understand. You must have been very brave to survive this far.”

Standing carefully, Gyomei cradled the tiny in both hands, shielding them from the wind as he made his way back to his mansion. His slow, deliberate footsteps felt like distant thunder to the tiny, but his calming presence eased their fear.

Once inside, he placed them gently on a table, his massive hands resting in his lap as he addressed them. “You will stay here, where I can protect you. The world is dangerous for someone of your size, but I will ensure no harm comes to you.”

His voice was filled with quiet determination, his kind smile never faltering. Though Gyomei’s size and strength were overwhelming, his heart was as gentle as his touch. The tiny human couldn’t help but feel safe under his watchful care.

As the evening fell, Gyomei sat nearby, his prayer beads clicking softly as he meditated. “You are a gift from the heavens,” he murmured. “And I will protect you as such.”

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22 and/or 25 for our lovely doctor zayne!!

Warm Hands

Zayne x gn!Reader

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22 - falling asleep on the other's shoulder; 25 - stroking the other's arm soothingly

I started writing this last night after being out and about all day and honestly it's a miracle I got two words out at all

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, no dialogue, cuddling, slightly touch-starved Zayne, sleep, scars

Word Count: 592

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The charity gala hosted by Akso went on longer than anticipated. It’s just past midnight when it ends and everyone shuffles out to go home. The only signs of life at this hour manifest in small moths dancing under the streetlights.

The excitement of the event and the low hum of the car’s engine have already coaxed you to sleep. Sitting upright, your head lolls to the side at an odd angle. He glances over every so often. It never fails to bring a smile to his face.

His hands move fluidly on the wheel as he comes up to a turn. He deftly flicks the indicator as he slows down, leather slipping through his fingers as he glides around the curb. The quiet clicking of the blinker ends as he straightens back out.

The momentum is just enough to shift you from your upright position. Your head lands on his shoulder, hard enough he’s worried it may have woken you. Thankfully, when he looks down to check, you’re still fast asleep, subconsciously adjusting to use his shoulder as a pillow and lean against the center console.

It warms his heart, more than you’ll ever know, to have you this close. To have any such physical affection so unceremoniously given to him. He’s scarred and cold and stiff. Years spent alone have all but erased the old familiarity of close camaraderie and love. Then you come in and touch his cheek or wrap your arms around him. Trace the scars settled deep in his skin or brush his hair from his face. So warm and welcoming and easy, and he wants to fall right in every single time.

He wishes he could fall into it right now. Wishes he could simply pull over and lean his head on yours, awkwardly reaching across to hold you as he joins you in sleep. Instead, he keeps driving toward home. The prospect of holding you close in bed is enough to chase away the tired strain in his eyes.

With one hand on the wheel, he reaches over, glancing every now and then to make sure he doesn’t wake you. His hand finds your arm where it sits in your lap. His heart stutters like a lovesick teenager having their first kiss.

In languid motions, he strokes your arm over a small area, overtop his own coat that he had you put on before getting in the car. The material is soft and heats under his touch, but it is no substitution for your own skin. Perhaps it is this thought that has his hand slipping further down to seek yours. Long fingers gliding over your wrist where the coat-sleeve ends; even further down to slip between your own fingers and hold your hand. Your heated palm pressing against his, chasing away the chill he’s so accustomed to.

You sigh softly through your nose as you nuzzle your cheek against him. For a brief moment, your hand tightens around his, then relaxes as you settle into your dreams.

When he does pull into the parking lot of your shared apartment, he doesn’t rush to get out. He lingers there, resting his cheek on your head. His free hand brushes over your cheek before resting at the base of your neck. Eyes close as he listens to your breaths and his own heartbeat. Lingers in this uncomfortable, awkward cuddle. Just for a minute or two. Just until he can feel the tendrils of sleep coaxing him in.

When he carries you inside, his hands are warm.

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Guess, who forget to post this from their Drafts...

BSD Cast take the consept of miraculous and powers well. They already have people with powers and godlike entities (Lovecraft, Arahabaki, Demonic Beast Guivre), so, miraculous are nothing new to them. But, they aren't happy, that most miraculous users are teens, who risk their lives.

The Wish is scaring them. While there are similarities with The Book, there is the major difference. The Book requires narrative consistency and a lot of preparation. While Wish are more straight forward with an equal exchange. And, if it reshapes the universe, what will it do with them? Will they return to BSD World, loosing their self-awareness? Or will they loose their powers and won't be able to aid Adrien and [Y/N]? Will Sigma and Elise disappear? And there are a lot more questions. BSD Cast will make sure, that The Wish is never used. When BEAST Group join Original Group, BEAST! Dazai will do anything to make sure The Wish won't be used. Because he understands the burden of reshaping the universe for someone dear. He didn't want anyone to experience it.

(Anticipating questions, no, after The Wish nothing is going to happen with BSD Cast. They will remain in reality with powers and memories.)

BSD Cast will be worried about akumas. It is a disturbing consept. BSD Cast will be careful with their emotions and will try to keep an eye on Adrien's and [Y/N]'s emotions (and their friends'). Because they don't want them get hurt.

However, BSD Cast can stop worrying about getting akumatized. Gabriel, salty after his kids were adopted, take a look into BSD Media. He saw, what Lovecraft, Atsushi, Shibusawa, Bram, Chuuya and Verlaine can do. No wanting to have Paris, if not whole France destroyed, Gabriel swear to keep akumas away from BSD Cast.

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Ask your question about Season 5, I am extremely chill about spoilers. Fun fact, I didn't watch BSD Season 5 Finale during premier, and, before watching the episode, I spent 30 minutes reading Reddit posts about the finale and watching videos of moments from last episode on YouTube.

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The love square will go like this:

BSD Cast's place. Adrien is having a photoshoot, so he isn't home right now

[Y/N]: I must say, my brother really like Ladybug. Poor Marinette, she is clearly like Adrien, but he is chasing after Ladybug.

Mori: exchanging looks with Fukuzawa, Fitzgerald and Fukuchi Is that so? And how Ladybug reacts to your brother's feelings?

You: shrug She isn't interested. I am trying not to get involved, they can figure it out by themselves.

Aya: from other room [Y/N]! Bram and I are doing a vampire castle diorama for Halloween! Do you want to help?

You: Sure! leaving the room

Fukuzawa, Fukuchi, Fitzgerald and Mori, after a moment of silence, burst into laughter

Fukuchi: It's cute, precious and fun in its own way, don't you think?

Fukuzawa: nodding Yes, it's... adorable. Make me feel bad for hiding the secret about Ladybug's true identity.

Fitzgerald: But, as [Y/N] said, they will deal with it by themselves. Not our business to share girl's secret.

Same VA idea.

Keith Silverstein not only voiced Mori Ougai. He is also a voice of Gabriel Agreste/Hawk Moth from Miraculous Ladybug.

Just, imagine...

You and Mori: *sitting on a couch, having a conversation *

Elise: *sitting not far away from you, browsing through YouTube. Suddenly, she finds this video *

[Room became silent, exept for the Hawk Moth singing]

You and Elise: *looking at each other. Elise gave you a puppy dog eyes. You are hesitant, but, still, you nod*

You: *to Mori* Um, Ougai, I was wondering... Can you sing?

Mori: *not amused* [Y/N], I do love you, but no. Don't even think about it.

You and Elise: *giving him a puppy dog eyes*

Mori: I said "no"!

[Three hours later]

You, Mori and Elise: *singing in unison*

I will win and I will rise!

All of Paris akumatized!

[yichi-is-a-bitch]

TWST Incorrect quote #84

Idia: "my favorite outdoor activity is going back inside"

MC: "agree, but I'm hungry so we need to get food"

Idia: "...no"

MC: "..."

*time skip to a hangry Mc struggling to drag Idia out of his room as he holds onto a wall for dear life*

MC: "LET GO!!"

Idia: "NEVER!"

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