#predator x prey vibes is what I'm going for with this guy

[viciouslyyearning]

Bunny Boy x Reader

I love my bunny boy and really wanted to write a kinda reverse to usual monster partner stories. Timber is a very tiny rabbit hybrid who has serious anxiety and prey-like tendencies. His partner, you, is a human that's twice his size, very strong in comparison and is more the caretaker between the two. I'll be writing about him a lot I think but this was just a bit outlining that his human whos very sweet to him can be kinda.... predatory with other folks cause I thought it would be interesting. Possibly some reverse yandere vibes cause it isn't something done enough I think

Timber watched you closely, dark brown ears turned upright, listening for every noise you made. His nose twitched, a fur-covered leg thumping quietly as his nerves began to get the better of him once again. Dark eyes froze in place while watching closely. The small, brown-furred rabbit hybrid was rapidly losing his thought process as his mind wandered.

You. His wonderfully loving and gentle partner. The human that had been so enamored with him that even despite you being twice his size and strength, you made him feel wanted, loved. But at this moment? Well… He would never doubt your loyalty and affection. He would, however, have a mild heart attack whenever reminded of just how… Predatory you could be without even knowing. He huffed slightly, aggravated with himself and his overdramatic reactions.

That responce went out the window as he refocused on you. You were only sitting on the ground next to him on your monthly picnic. That wasn't the problem, no you usually laid down to make yourself smaller intentionally, helping to ease his usual nerves. Today however, You were crouched down, tense, ready to spring forward at any given moment. Your eyes cold and hard as you watched something with terrifying focus. The more harrowing thing however, was a lack of something. Noise. Timber was less than three feet from you and couldn't even hear you breathing. You held a silence, possibly unknowingly, while zoning in on whatever it was that you had caught wind of.

Timber knew that he was safe, he had witnessed you -on more than one occasion- lash out at someone for so much as startling him. The rabbit knew that you had his best intentions and saftey at heart, which confused him all the more. His sense of smell and hearing were more accute than yours and he hadn't noticed a single other predator within the vacinity. Your actions were making his little heart race, not in the good way either.

He was about to reach out to touch your arm and ask what had you so wound up, until you let out a terrifyingly aggressive sound, snarling briefly before relaxing into muted aggravation over whatever you had seen. Timber pressed a hand over his chest, trying to calm himself down when he finally saw them.

Another human, one who was staring directly at him. This human was smaller than his, but just as powerful looking. He had a curious expression and had been moving closer without Timber even noticing. The rabbit shrank back, ears pinning down against his dark hair, he wasn't so fond of the attention he was being shown, Timber only liked his human thank you very much.

You acknowledged his response by picking him up by the waist, not saying a word even when he yelped in surprise.

"Honey, what are you doing?" He responded, biting back the sudden surprise, feeling you move him to sit on your lap as you glared down the other human. Timber shuffled slightly in your arms, unable to deny that he enjoyed being held so close, you always just surrounded him in the best way, but this wasn't how you usually held him.

You wern't kissing him all over, no cuddling or nuzzling or adoring words and expressions that he usually loved. You held him tightly to you, caging him in your grip while staring down the man that had finally stopped moving, looking hesitant. Timber felt your smug grin pressed to the top of his head as you spoke in a tone of voice that made him freeze all over again.

"Mine."

Timber had heard you speak in many different ways, but never like this. This was something possessive. Something he wasn't sure you were… until now at least. He could feel your pride as the other human shied away, as though even at such a distance, he understood what stance you were taking.

The rabbit shifted in your grip, tail twitching and ears slowly shifting forward again as he looked up at you. "Did you really need to get so worked up over that?" He mumbled uncertainly, feeling you squeeze him close, once again happy and carefree as you usually were.

You cooed over him so lovingly, "Course, sweetie. I know how some folks can be and I didn't want that guy getting the wrong idea that he could interrupt our nice day," pressing a finger under his chin, you tilted his head up to look you in the eyes, Timber's breath caught in his throat over your lovesick expression. "You're all mine bunny boy, and I don't share," dropping your head down and nuzzling your nose against his, you grinned.

Timber closed his eyes, happily leaning into your affections with a cautious smile. "I guess that's ok," of course it was ok, Timber loved you and happily let you care for him at your insistence. He didn't understand everything about you humans but knew enough to understand that he would be safe and so very cared for in your hands. As he felt you press multiple kisses across his face, cradling him to your chest and playfully squeezing him close while repeating the statement once or twice, he laughed joyfully. Reminded that he wasn't just cared for, but very very loved by his human. And he was thankful, seeing as he loved you just as much in turn.

He'd be fearful to see just how terrifying you could be if you didn't have someone to love that loved you in return.

[iridescentxstars]

Hi hi, I'm excited to see what you do this kinktober. Looking to support a fellow dark and feral writer. So, if you may, my request are:

San, Fear Play & Size Difference

You go to a party with your friends on Halloween and spot a handsome guy, walking around, shirtless, covered in fake blood with a mask on. Little did you know that it isn't quite a costume…

Hopefully this sparks you, but more importantly, you have fun!

killer!san x fem!reader || prompt: you go to a party with your friends on halloween and spot a handsome guy, walking around, shirtless, covered in fake blood with a mask on. little did you know that it isn't a costume... || kinks: fear play, size difference, primal play, dirty talk || warnings: reader is short, predator/prey dynamics, not cnc but very borderline || wc: 1.4k

please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT

You had seen him the moment that he walked into the room, tall body somehow easily making its way from one side of the room to wherever he wanted to be. You didn’t know who he was but his presence definitely got a few people chatting at the party because his outfit has definitely become a quick favourite. 

The alcohol fuels you, makes you feel more confident as you were chosen to pick your suitor for the night. A fun game that your friends made up to play every Halloween – put your name in the hat if you want to play, names are chosen at random and those who are paired up can do as they please. Of course, not everyone is happy about their pickings but that’s the whole point of the game, to win or lose, to try something new and not every prize is what you asked for. Your hand shuffles the papers in the name and you pick one, a piece slightly sticky as you pull it out.

Blood.

Not that you or anyone else is aware of the fact that it is real, everyone is wearing fake blood and under the lights, who would know?

“San.” You call the name out, looking around the room until the handsome man everyone had been checking out steps forward, a smirk hidden beneath his mask as he eyes you up. He stalks towards you, standing before you as you tilt your head back to look up at him. “Wow-.”

Chuckling, low, deep, San leans down as he captures your chin between his thumb and index finger to make sure you maintain eye contact, “wow yourself, beautiful.” He says in such a way that has butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “Shall we get out of here?” You don’t even know if you could say no to him, something about his closeness having you under a spell because all that is running through your mind is how this man could ruin your life and you’d say thank you.

Oh, who is going to tell you?

You agreed to it, whatever game San said he wanted to play, something that matched the whole Halloween vibe. Killer and victim, something like that, lost in the woods without anyone to be able to save you – it’s the headline for tomorrow’s news but as dangerous as this could be, you want to try. You want to know what it’s like to run knowing you’ll be caught, not knowing what’ll happen after, not knowing what is running through his head as he watches his little mouse run from the beast she’s invited into her life.

Fear play, he explained it as he drove you to the park, a kink that gets him going and that would be perfect. “When else would you be able to play the victim like this, on the scariest day of the year?” Maybe it’s the alcohol running through your veins but you agreed.

When else would you do such a thing?

“Shoes off, little one, don’t want to lose those heels.” He holds you steadily as you take off your shoes and put them in the back seat of his car. “Fuck, you’re tiny.” You blush when you realise that without your heels on, you’re face to face with San’s pecs and with the fake blood splattered across chest and the mask he still wears – you realise that this man could be really dangerous. That thought sends a shiver down your spine and even if it’s pitch black around you, you’re sure that you saw a glint in San’s eyes when he registered that shiver as realisation rather than the cold.

“So-”

“Run.” He instructs, indicating with his chin for you to run towards the tree line, away from him, “as quickly as you can, little one. “I’ll give you a head start.”

“And if you catch me?”

You can tell by the way the mask moves that San’s grin is wide, maybe it’s better to not see it because it would be truly terrifying if you did. “If I catch you – you are mine.”

You don’t know how long you’ve been running. You don’t know where you are. You don’t know what is even going on anymore. All you know is that you are fucking terrified as you hear the sound of twigs breaking or bushes rustling every time you take a break to catch your breath. Your lungs are tightly pushing out as much air as they can, your breathing shallow and ragged as you lean against a tree to help you catch your breath. “San?” You call out into the dark nothingness around you, shivering as the thought of being stuck out here with God knows what becomes increasingly loud in your head.

Why did you do this? Oh right, because the really hot guy from the party asked you if you wanted to play a little game with him. That’s right.

You hear movement nearby and you startle, like a baby deer, and sprint in the opposite direction as tears prickle at the corner of your eyes. You don’t even register that he’s herding you, having you go in the direction that he wants, herding you towards a lovely little clearing where nobody will be able to hear you. Disturb you… disturb him.

“Fuck, fuck,” you say over and over as you feel a branch catch on your dress before it scratches your skin and snaps.

More noises, more movements, more rustles that have you rushing in a different direction as you frantically try to escape. You’ve forgotten that this was meant to be a game, something fun and different because now all you can think about is trying to find your way to safety – only for a large body to take you to the ground without any warning. You struggle against him, desperately trying to get away but his arms wrap around you tightly, keeping you from being able to move as he chuckles deeply at your fruitless attempts at escaping him.

His nose buries into your neck, inhaling your fear and sighing like it’s the most intoxicating scent he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing. “Do you remember what I said, little one?” You freeze in his hold, a moment of recognition processing in your mind as you settle in his hold, “ah, ah, don’t give in so easily.” He warns, almost sounding disappointed you snapped out of it quickly, “we don’t want this to finish early. I simply asked if you remember what I said.”

You try to break free, to no avail, as you nod your head and utter, “yes,” loud enough for San to hear.

Suddenly, his hold loosens and you are able to get away, scrambling to your feet and not looking behind you. Maybe he was trying to adjust his hold and you managed to succeed – not knowing it was a trick until he had you tripping over and falling onto the ground while his large hand is tightly wrapped around your ankle, pulling you back.

There’s that fear again, the fear of the prey, the fear of getting eaten by the big, bad wolf. A fear that mixes with something else as San presses himself against you and grapples with your body until you’re completely enveloped by him, your small body pressed against his. Pleasure. “I’m going to fuck you, little one. I’m going to fuck you right here, on the forest floor before starting this chase all over again. Fucking you every single time I catch you until day breaks. I’m going to have you dripping cum as you desperately try to get to freedom only for you to end up under me again, and again, and again.” Your whole body tingles as his words are spoken deeply in your ear, the promise sounding like a threat and you have no idea how to process it as it fuels both your fear and arousal. “Who knows when I’ll be done with you.” He grinds his hips against you and you know he’s going to rip you apart. “If you don’t want it, say it right now and I’ll stop, take you home and we will never think of this again – but if you don’t…” His hold on you tightens, “then get ready for a long night.”

Sanity begs for you to run away, to not fall into this dangerous hole with this man but sanity doesn’t run this ship, does it?

“That’s a good little pet,” San growls before letting you go and lifting your dress over your ass and moving your drenched panties to the side, “that’s a fucking good little pet indeed.”

[jae-bummer]

Crimes Against Punctuality

Request: Hi! I'm in loooooove with your writing and I saw that you have your request open soooooo can I ask for “Going out to dinner with your bias group and it is growing increasingly obvious that someone at the table has a crush. “ with Suga 😍💕 pls😭🫶

Prompt:

16) Going out to dinner with your bias group and it is growing increasingly obvious that someone at the table has a crush.

Pairing: BTS Suga x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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If there was one constant in your world, it was this: when it came to dinner with your friends, you were never late.

Had you often arrived after nearly everyone else? Yes. Did that include technically running at least thirty minutes late on more than one occasion? Also, yes.

But out of the eight of you, there was always someone who was later, therefore absolving you of your offenses.

Sprinting toward the restaurant, you quietly cursed to yourself. Even though they got more than enough crap for it normally, you hoped that tonight, Jimin or Jungkook were running late. If they were already there when you walked through the door, you wouldn't hear the end of it. You needed one of them (or both, you weren't picky) to be the martyr just this once.

Taking the steps two at a time toward the front door of the establishment, you groaned as you flopped against the glass. Pushing at what was an evident pull, you took a step backwards before advancing again.

"It'll be fine," you muttered to yourself. "They get so wrapped up in each other, they won't even notice I'm missing."

Coming to a halt in front of the hostess stand, you opened your mouth, only to be silenced by screams coming from the back of the room.

"I'm guessing you're with them?" the hostess asked, lifting a brow.

Looking over her shoulder, you could clearly see where all seven men had already been seated, and were now zeroing in on you.

"I guess," you agreed, slumping your posture as you walked slowly toward them.

"Y/N!" "You're late." "Did you know you're late?!" "Jimin got here fifteen minutes ago and you couldn't even-" "I took two showers today and still-"

"I ordered you a lemonade."

Looking up as you slid onto the bench seat next to Yoongi, you let out a short chuckle. "Wouldn't have been my first choice."

"I know," he smirked. " It's punishment for your crimes against punctuality."

"How mildly inconvenient," you sighed, picking up your menu. "How is everyone?"

"Starving." "Withering away to nothing." "I have this suspicious mole on my elbow, can anyone-"

"Not all at once," you laughed. Side eying the man next to you, you elbowed him in the side. "What about you?"

"What about me?" he asked calmly, looking to his menu as well.

"How are you?" you repeated.

"Peachy," he grumbled, now glancing your way. "How are you?"

"Tired," you nodded. "Things are just a lot, but you know that all too well."

"What had you late this time?" he questioned, looking away quickly again.

You narrowed your eyes. Sure, Yoongi was odd in a generic way, but something else was going on with him tonight. His vibe was heavier somehow, more guarded.

"Work was a disaster," you explained. "Have you had the bibimbap here before?"

"Namjoon said you had a date."

Choking on what could only be air, you whipped your attention back toward him. "What?"

"With that new guy at your office." He refused to look at you now, but you noticed the tips of his ears were burning a bright crimson.

"Min Yoongi," you gasped. "I never took you for a gossip."

"It's hardly gossip if you told Namjoon," he muttered, flipping the menu over.

Setting your glare on Namjoon, you cleared your throat. Like prey that had been spotted by its predator, he slowly turned toward you with wide eyes. "Can I help you?"

"Who told you I had a date with my coworker?" you asked innocently. "Because I surely did not."

Swallowing loudly, a timid smile crossed his face. "Hobi?"

"Hoseok?" you hummed, swiveling your head to the newest rumor mill.

"I just, when I-" he began to stutter, looking at the members around him for help. "We got lunch the other day and you took a really long time "finishing up" with him!"

Your draw dropped. "What did you think finishing up meant, Hobi?!"

"I mean...I know what it means to Tae-"

"Hey," Taehyung's deep voice hissed. "Leave me out of this."

"Why does it matter anyway!" Hoseok shouted in his Hoseok way. "It's not like you have to answer to any of us!"

Lifting a brow, you turned back to Yoongi. He blinked back at you, his expression remaining blank. "Is the sun in your eyes? I feel like the sun is in my eyes."

You tilted your head, completely at a loss. Out of the seven men sitting around you, Yoongi had always been a bit of enigma. You liked him just as well as you liked your other friends, but it seemed like he was always just slightly withdrawn with you. He was brilliant, sarcastic, and easily one of your favorite people to talk to, but just when you thought you had overcome a barrier with him, he retreated again.

Tonight was even worse than normal.

"Jin, switch seats with me," Yoongi croaked, backing out of the bench seating. Trapped between you and Tae, there was no other way to escape.

Jin looked up with lifted brows, his cheeks packed with what appeared to be kimchi. "Me?"

"Yes, you," Yoongi confirmed, lingering awkwardly behind you now. "The sun is in my eyes over here. You're taller so it won't bother you."

Furrowing your brows, you realized that Jin was in the furthest seat away from you. A sour feeling swept through your stomach as you looked toward the window across from your table instead. "I'm sure they'll close the blinds if we ask-"

"I'll switch with you," Jungkook said cheerfully, sliding off of the bench and circling the table. He had been seated directly across from you.

"No, no, no," Yoongi said quickly. "The sun will bother you just as much."

"Jin isn't that much taller-"

"Listen to your hyung!" Yoongi groaned. "Jin-"

"I'm not moving," the other boy said stiffly, crunching on his food.

Yoongi inhaled deeply before looking up to Jungkook. "Fine," he said quietly, trying to save face. "I hope you like not being able to see."

"It's really no problem," Jungkook giggled, making his way toward you again. Shouldering himself in, he plopped down onto the bench with a content sigh. "So tell me about this date, Y/N."

"There was no date!" you huffed. "Hobi is just dramatic."

"Shocker," you could hear Jimin chuckle from the opposite side of Taehyung.

Directing your attention back to Yoongi as he settled in across from you, you couldn't help but lean forward. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Why?" Yoongi countered, not bothering to give you a real answer.

"You're acting really weird," you said quietly, trying to keep the exchange to yourselves as the other members fell back into a normal cadence of conversation.

"Surely I don't know what you mean," he sniffed, still refusing to look directly at you. It was hard not to notice that the blush that had previously painted his ears was now clouding across his face.

"Are you mad at me?" you tried again. "For making a big deal about the date comment?"

"I don't care who you date, Y/N."

"I didn't say you did, I just-"

Springing up from his chair, the table grew quiet as Yoongi hovered in place. "I, uh, I need to use the restroom."

Turning on his heel, instead of heading to where the actual bathrooms were, he exited onto the back patio of the restaurant.

"Did anyone ask?" Hobi marveled, glancing around the table.

"Joon," you sighed, setting your elbows on the table so you could drop your chin into your palm. "What is going on?"

"What do you mean?" Oh, so now it was his turn to be evasive.

"Don't act like you don't know everything," you muttered. "Now why is Yoongi acting like I have a disease?"

Glancing from one end of the table to the other to confirm that Yoongi was indeed not there, Namjoon whispered. "Have you considered that maybe, he brought up the "date" for a reason?"

"Yes," you nodded. "Because you all are worse than a group of middle aged women when it comes to circulating rumors."

"Well...yes," he said slowly. "But are there any other reasons you can think of?"

You hadn't really wanted to examine his question too closely because you knew what result it would yield. "You don't mean..."

Shrugging, he took a sip of his drink. "Just a thought."

Yoongi could not be jealous. You had assumed that he was just a peace with dying alone because there was never a partner to be seen. Of course, he could have been careful about his privacy, but you knew one of the guys would have found out and spilled the beans. He had no interest in dating, so why would that change for you? Could you have been that wrong?

You supposed it was time to find out.

"I guess I have to use the "bathroom" too," you grumbled, pulling yourself to your feet.

"Are we in an airport?" Jin complained. "We do not need to know about these departures."

Rolling your eyes, you slinked off to the door leading to the seating area in the back of the establishment. Peering out of the glass paned door, you saw Yoongi leaning on the edge of a picnic table, his back facing you and face tilted toward the sky.

Making sure you pulled instead of pushing the door this time, you shuffled out of the building. Uncertain of what to do, you decided to take a seat on the picnic tabletop next to him. After a few minutes of silence, he cleared his throat.

"I'm an idiot."

"Sure," you nodded. "But is there a specific reason?"

"Nope," he sighed. "Just a self-assessment."

"Yoongi," you said, exasperated. Simply saying his name was enough to have him finally look toward you.

"You figured it out, right?" he asked, lifting his brows.

"After talking to Namjoon, yeah," you admitted. "I think I may have known before that though."

The two of you lapsed into silence again. This was all new territory with Yoongi. You knew him better than a lot of people but were still missing out on so much. He kept impenetrable walls around himself, but did this mean that he was finally giving you a key?

Holding your breath, you looked down to find Yoongi's hand leaned on the table between the two of you. You began to move your own fingers slowly toward his, not stopping until they had become intertwined.

There was another moment of silence as you allowed yourself to decompress. You had done it, and he hadn't pulled away. Baby steps were still steps.

Yoongi let out a deep sigh. Closing his eyes, the corner of his lips hitched up ever so slightly. "It feels like a relief."

"What does?"

"You finding me," he said quietly.

The moment was so fragile, you were scared that breathing wrong would cause it to break. "You didn't get very far."

"No," he chuckled. "Not out here."

"Oh," you chirped, suddenly getting his meaning. "I - I don't know if I've found you yet, Yoongi. I need you to help me...if you want to."

"I want to," he said without missing a beat. "I'm not the most open person, Y/N. I can't be like Hobi or Tae. I can't just broadcast my emotions and every thought that crosses my mind."

"You can't?" you asked sarcastically. "And here I thought it was your heart stitched on your sleeve!"

This caused him to smile again. "I know I can be cold and closed off, but I don't want to be that way with you. Not anymore."

"What changed?"

Maybe it was the wrong thing to say. You fell into silence yet again but after a moment, realized that it just meant Yoongi was carefully choosing his words. "Me, I think."

"How so?"

"I never wanted to be with anyone," Yoongi said quietly, confirming your earlier thoughts. "It's just easier being alone...but then, you showed up with Jimin one night. I was hesitant to even make friends because it's a lot of upkeep, you know? Being social and caring about another person is such an investment and it can be so painful...but then I got to know you. It was almost as if I felt my heart change in real time."

"Because of our friendship?"

"Because of you," he corrected. "And against my better judgement, I dared to hope that we could be something if you decided to take a chance on me."

"Well, it sounds like you took one on me," you hummed. "It seems only fair that I do the same."

This time when Yoongi turned to look at you, he really looked at you. "Do you mean that?"

"Very much so," you grinned. "Be careful about letting me in, Yoongi. I may never want to leave."

"What if I don't want you to?"

His words were a whisper, and his eyes were looking so intently into yours. You felt like you would melt on the spot.

"Then I won't."

[kwillow]

Hi if you got my last message I'm sorry for the repeat feel free to delete if you didn't because Tumblr decided to go "no <3" at the last second oh boy howdy it's me again devoted anon unmasked, if this ask feels shorter tireder I'm sorry it is tumblr is an evil evil thing, on to my girl she is called Zephyr a lengthened alternate to her canon name that she probably picked out herself probably from a book as I imagine Ambroy boasts a huge library. Onto the daughter. (also apparently Zephyr means gentle breeze so obviously mental image of her gently blowing on Ambroys ear to make it flick to wind him up)

Obviously from sketch to digital I missed things out because I didn't have the effort lmao, her scars from blood letting are probably hidden under her scales so if she's shedding there or pulls them back it will reveal the scars like the dragon heart dragons having those scars under their chest scales from taking out their hearts. She originally was gonna have major implied tail related trauma implying it was cut off and regrew yes I was gon imply it was cut off to be served but I thought that was too far but since her tail is nubby it likely did get injured at some point. Also I like to imagine her hair looks thick and wild and untamed? But also kind of flawless too. It's got a weirdly scaley vibe to it and the hair is probably a bit coarse, not like unpleasantly so just clearly rougher wilder almost. She usually manages her own hair via cleaning drying brushing it ect but secretly she does adore it if a staff member offers to dry her hair or brush it or just to play with it, she's touch starved and pretty woman want to touch her?? Play with her hair?? For real?? Makes her soft. She's very compliant to so if staff are needed to at least neaten up her hair they know she'll sit on the floor where they can easily reach to do her hair and sit good and still for them. The two tone color is cause I think it looks hella cool tbh it added dynamic to her and because she probably bled in her hair plenty as her horns grew in and idk mythos bled into her hair permanently dying it (though its more likely just weird power stuff like how Ambroy hair is golden hers went from brown to pink silver). Also her claws and horns are probably only metal coated and not full metal. Also idk if beans I just like the implied feral prowling stalking predator vibes of it she's an ambush predator ready to take down unsuspecting prey and also viciously hunt House intruders lmao there is mental image of her chasing some guy who broke in maybe scaring a maid and she came running hearing the maid scream absolutely hunting this guy like a wild beast thinking he was attacking the maid and for breaking in. Zephyr can have feral as a treat, as I said she's always a bit off and otherworldly a bit too feral despite the fact they should be civil, could revert to animal revert to quadraped lmao. Zephyr is always like 2 steps away from just turning into a beast and disappearing into the woods or in this case I guess kidnapping Ambroy her treasure now lmao.

Outfit time! And for me to be a liar lmao

She's a comfortable girl, definitely would prefer to dress like she just rolled out of bed. I think she'd have a very casual relationship with clothes, at first I imagine she wore very loose things growing up easy to slide up to access flesh for cutting or very tight constricting covering everything clothes when needing to hide her abuse and likely tight fashionable clothes when later living with Ambroy and probably to some extent dressed up by him for his liking and viewing to the point that when she's older she kinda goes eh fuck it ill wear what I'm comfy in not whats suitable for other people. This also somehow developed into casualness in nudity I suppose exposed stomach falling down loose trousers ect, I also hc she has a dressing gown she'll put on and wear with nothing else only vaguely tied to just about hide everything. I think at this point she just doesn't care XD though she won't obviously do this in public but cover of Ambroys home she can be lax but will respectfully cover up to not fluster the staff they don't need to see a tit ya know she respects them. She's sure Ambroy wouldn't mind seeing a tit, but like she'll jokingly pull her dressing gown over herself pretending to conceal and hide herself from him like no you cannot witness because he probably huffs at her for being so selfish to not share a tit. But just any lazy outfit you can think of she'd wear or own, she likely does have genuine outside activity clothes which are probably actually decent walking clothes I can see her enjoying long walks out climbing treks ect cause she's active or casual outside clothes for tea and biscuits and cakes when the weather is nice but nothing fancy like Ambroy not anymore too much effort. Her fashion is likely probably more similar to the I suppose common folk than the rich cause like common folk know how to enjoy comfort rich people just dress wildly and honestly dressing in common clothes is weirdly nostalgic not exactly comforting but feels right.

Now for my lies and deceit lmao, so I know I said no dress but also. What if one dress one time XD I thought itd be fun to have her in at least one dress outfit. She's probably wearing a corset brasier combo to thin her waist and adjust her chest hence her looking different. Ambroy probably asked so that people don't realise she's showing her age too, though Zephyr definitely asked the staff to be gentle with the corset she's not used to it so they couldn't tighten it as much as Ambroy would hope. This event is likely the reason she doesn't wear dresses anymore. She probably just, had a bit of a identity crisis as the knowledge of, these people are so much different to me, set in. She's not, from wealth or royalty or really even anything important sure shes apparently half something special but she was born into nothing and treated worse for it until she met Ambroy, she realises that she stands over everyone there how delicate and beautiful the woman are and how confident and assured the men are she's, not either she's much larger and yes she knows it's muscle she's strong could probably lift more than some of the gentleman here but compared to these pretty woman she feels so, wrong and out of place and she's not confident as much as she pretends she doesn't dare enter the dance floor her feet are too big her claws too dangerous her tail too in the way. Essentially has a horrible comparison to everyone else moment anxiety and stress rising because oh god she's so different just look she's probably got problems especially because she relates more with the lower class being born into that she can take care of herself while the higher class need to be served she knows she sticks out compared to everyone so she'd leave to smoke outside. Quite literally when overly anxious she produces smoke cause she can breathe fire as a treat and she probably just has a bit of an anxiety attack outside honestly everything was probably just over stimulating for her especially if this is the first event she's been to since fully developing into divine maturity she's only just finding herself her new 'real' self and her senses are likely overwhelmed with the music chatting dancing singing perfumes sparkling jewellery and decorations and heat of the room and just she's not been raised in this like Ambroy the odd event but not really made for it and would likely not go to anymore. She'd just tell Ambroy it's because she makes the room look cluttered and she shouldn't distract from his divine radiance and beauty like that.

Also Zephyr is probably about 7ft tall or something, as much as I want to make her stupidly tall I'm limiting myself but like you're free to play around with her height and design tweaking it for if its easier in art or for a certain aesthetic ect going full size dif or casual loom. I think canon human Zephyr is about 6ft close to Ambroy height naturally as she's my big strong muscular monster girl so obviously anthro dragon form needs to be bigger than him XD I like me height dif

Anywhos hope you and Ambroy will like and enjoy her design lmao and thank you for enjoying my silly character rambles I just adore your silly lil unicorn so so much he pleases the brain. I hope you have fun with your big project I'm very excited to see it! And I hope work isn't too hard on you either! Baiii

So glad to see Zephyr in the flesh! (So to speak)

Her design is very cute, I love the silver scales and red eyes. All the better that she's 7 ft too - we love a big girl in this house!

I could definitely see Ambroys using her as a fashion doll for a while until she makes me clothing preferences known. He's unfortunately prone to viewing other people as accessories to complement his own outfits.

I like the details you included about her being uncomfortable in the high society company Ambroys tends to keep. Given her background, it makes a lot of sense (and considering the snakes Ambroys tends to associate with - and is - she's probably right to feel that way). I think he'd be torn on her bowing out of his dances and social events - on the one hand, he'd probably buy the excuse that she'd distract from his glory, and he does like being the most eye-catching thing in the room, but he does like to have an entourage so that people think he has friends. Ultimately, though, he wouldn't force her to go... though she may be forced to hear him complaining/gossiping about the proceedings afterward.

Thanks so much for sharing and my apologies again for not being more quick on the message-answering draw - I do really appreciate having your OC shared with me, despite my bumbling tardiness!

[walkiingcandle]

Till Death Do Us Part. // Bo sinclair x Gn!Reader

Warnings (future chapters): Violence, character death mention, arguments, screaming, cursing, suggestive comments, mention of past relationships.

I wrote this while in a car w/ family 😋 enjoy <3!

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How many hours has it been? Had to atleast be maybe six hours? The sun had went down a few hours ago. Staring into the fire I had made the decision to go to the damn town myself, nick sure as hell wasn't gonna put the beer down to go and looks for our friends and his sister. Getting up from my chair I went to my tent and started packing everything back into my backpack.

crunch.

Turning to look and see who the person was, it ended up being just nick. great. "Where the hell mare you going?" he looked at the bag in my hand and other personal belongings in the other, "to look for the rest of the group. I'm tired of sitting on my ass and waiting on them to come back." He sighed and left, back to his seat and started to grab his belongings as well.

Finally after packing all we could fit onto bags, we were walking towards the town. It was an awkward quietness, tension you could cut with a knife. Finally nick spoke, "Listen y/n- I'm sorry about our past. I fucked up with the constant arrests and that's on me. It's been weird- seeing you after this. I-just- nevermind." I stayed quiet, after his speech and the owning up to his mistakes. I had no idea what to say, therefore I kept my silence.

We made it, after a decent size walk, we have made it to the town. Now to find that mechanic guy. Bo? Bob? Robert? one of those names, couldn't exactly put my finger on the right one. Looking around at the surroundings, it looked somewhat vacant? it had a eerie vibe to it, a cold shiver went down my spine, making me shiver.

We kept looking around, splitting up in the process. I went to the gas station while Nick went a separate way, easier to cover ground. I opened the glass door, a tiny bell above my head rang signaling someone had entered the store. "Hello?" calling out and looking at the items stacking the shelves of the store, a man came out from the back. He was tall, maybe 6 foot? dark brown almost black hair, sweaty, and was wearing a long sleeve shirt and a pair of tight jeans, nice. "Can I help you?" he asked, his voice was deep, just the right amount of deep monotone to it, "hi, uh, I'm looking for my friends. Two, Carly and Wade had come in with a man named, uh, lester? yes. Then Paige and Blake, I'm really worried since they haven't come back to the campsite for hours." He nodded, furrowed browns, a thinking look on his face. "No, don't think I've saw them, you sure they came in?" nodding and his lips became a straight line. "I'm gonna go and meet up with my other friend, thanks for all your help sir." He nodded tipping his hat at me and walked back to the back of the store.

Me and Nick were sitting on the curb, trying to decide what the next move would be in this great adventure that we were currently on. "I say we find a hotel or somewhere in this ghost town to crash, and pick this up in the morning." looking at the ground, thinking and racking my brain for what the hell we could do, this was a dead end. I knew Nick was right, we were gonna run out of energy continuously looking around and it all being dead ends. I nodded, and we stood, now on the hunt for a sleeping spot.

Little did we know, bo was watching, waiting like a predator for the perfect time to strike its prey.

He was gonna have you. You were gonna be his.

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[kilikina34512]

A Siren's Call

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: It's late and your body is starving. It's taken all night until you stumble upon the perfect meal - James. A tall, hunky, metal-armed man that looks like he needs a distraction as bad as you need a night of pleasure. Why not compel him to indulge in just that?

Warnings: mildly dub con, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), Bucky dirty talk is a warning on its own, it's smut guys expect hot things to happen so only 18+ beyond here.

Word Count: 3,170

I hope you enjoy another contribution to Kinktober. I'm so in love with this one and I hope you will be too! This one was inspired by The Bargainer series by Laura Thalassa. Divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics. Make sure to check them out!

It was late at night and you were walking the streets of New York starving. You'd spent a good hour combing the sidewalks of the nightclub area you lived near, but for some reason, you couldn't find a single appetizing piece of meat. Typically, you didn't struggle with this. Typically, you weren't overly picky.

Something had you choosing selectively this night though.

Out of frustration, you would've turned around and gone home and tried again tomorrow, if this were any other night. You knew that if you did that, you'd be lethargic tomorrow. Dragging yourself out of bed to find food tomorrow would be too much work.

Aside from the fact that something, something, was keeping you searching.

Another twenty minutes of strolling the streets and you were finally ready to just accept the fate of what tomorrow would bring. Maybe if you took a soak in the tub or went for a swim in the ocean, you could handle the side effects of not feeding, but it wouldn't take away the extreme fatigue, the aches, the grumpiness, the feeling of starvation, only reduce it.

Flipping about would have to be the answer to your solution because no matter how many eateries you passed, none of them would satisfy your needs.

Turning around to go home, that's when you saw what you needed. The meal to satisfy your hunger.

A man easily six feet tall was walking in your direction. Broad and beefy, his solid white shirt and black pants molded to his body, the leather jacket he sported only giving him a bad boy vibe. His short brunette hair stood out against his pale skin every time he was underneath the glow of a street light. With his head down and his shoulders looking stiff, you couldn't help but feel that this man had a tremendous weight on his shoulders. A weight you could help loosen while satisfying your starvation.

You weren't sure why, but this man was calling to you. You quietly huffed out a chuckle incredulously at the realization. You were a siren. You called and lured men to you, not the other way around.

But that didn't change the pull you felt to him. Following the instincts of the creature you were, you slowly approached him, stepping into his path and forcing him to stop. As soon as he did, his head shot up and your gaze was ensnared by blue eyes that reminded you of the depths of the ocean that called to your nature.

He blinked, breaking the trance you'd been stuck in, and said, "Excuse me." With that, he stepped around you and began walking down the street again. Away from you.

The siren in you was instantly aggravated at this. You could feel your hackles rising at the insult to you. That beautiful man, that delicious prey, just strolled away from you as if it couldn't sense the predator standing in front of him.

Does he not realize that you could ensnare him the same way his eyes ensnared you? Does he not see that your beauty was unmatched by any normal human being? Does he not know that with a few notes of a melody, you could have him doing your bidding?

You could have him do something as embarrassing as picking his nose in front of a room full of people to as heinous as forcing him to slit his own throat. Not that you would, you were too hungry - and typically too moral - to do anything along that spectrum. You needed to feed, to recharge your siren. The best, most enjoyable, most legal and moral way you've found to do that is by sleeping with someone under your thrall.

And that was exactly what you had planned for the prey that's walking away.

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