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Bunny Hybrid Tamsy x Hare Reader (not proofread)

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the-auguer

part 2 to yandere!alpha x beta!fem reader! Cw: lowkey stalking, breaking and entering, panty theft, and general perversion

If Xander gets close, really really close, he thinks he can smell you. Something not musky and not sweet, something fresh and oh so very faint. Like an orange still safely cocooned in its rind before it’s carved open and its sharp citrus sting spills into the air.

Xander wonders how you can be carved open. What he has to do to press his nose to your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs, your pussy, and fill his lungs with the scent of you. There’s more, a secret bit of more that you’re keeping from him, holding behind a barrier. And all he has to do is dig his thumbs in and pull.

It’s something like torture to sit next to you. He does it every time he possibly can. He stole the seat next to yours in the lecture— he got to class an unprecedented twenty minutes early to be certain he got it. Only when he got there, some uptight alpha wanted Xander’s seat. He’s had to growl her down for ten of those precious minutes, where you could walk in at any point and think he was just some aggressive alpha knothead and hate him and never want to talk to him again. Thankfully, she had moved on in a huff when you finally arrived.

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specialgradefckr

Catching Strays

alley cat blues

tw: survival sex work, homelessness. implied abuse/mistreatment. hurt/comfort. hybrid au is pretty dark when you think about it.

Read the previous part here

Suguru has to double take the first time he sees you.

A mess of dirt and grime and filthy, torn fabric - you blend in with the surrounding garbage pretty well.

You're curled up in a ball, face hidden behind your legs, clutching yourself tightly. Trembling from the cold.

He can tell now that your clothing (if you could call it that) was ripped up, and he sees red-purple, bruises and scratches littered throughout your smaller form.

Who did this to you? Who left you out here? Why?

Monkeys. Fucking monkeys, disgusting animals that torment, exploit, and degrade hybrids for being lesser than them.

Adopt a kitten, a pet, like some kind of mindless beast, only to selfishly discard it.

Suguru doesn't have an owner, not anymore. It's better like that.

Now, he makes his own rules. His own destiny.

He picks who gets to "adopt" him off the street, if he lets anyone at all. When he does allow it, he's sure to spend a few weeks eating well before he makes off like a bandit with anything he can. Skips town and never sees any consequences.

Most of the time, he plays beggar, setting up with his little collection tin and a pitiful look.

Technically, it's not untrue. Hybrids can't rent homes or hold jobs; he sleeps in pc cafes and motels when he can.

He always has to save up to stay in a private room during his rut, so sometimes he has to stick it on the streets or find someone to shack up with.

There's always money in the red light district. It's despicable.

How those filthy creatures look at him with lust in their eyes, touch him with their dirty, greedy hands.

Here, kitty, kitty, a sickeningly sweet voice will sing at him, sticky fingers over his ears, his face, his throat.

Does kitty want some cream? A repulsive scent that nearly makes him gag. Swallow it all down. And he does. Good kitty.

It tastes like vomit. He can't get the smell out of his head, like piss and shit and everything vile in this world.

Monkeys.

He fucking hates it, but sometimes he has to for a place to stay, or pocket change. The real money was in doing shows, streams, the more official stuff with an agency or a manger. Casual arrangements don't pay much but he keeps his freedoms.

He likes it that way. As much as they might swoon or coo at him, they're still humans in the end. They aren't capable of seeing him as anything more than a pet.

But he didn't always know what these monkeys were like. Didn't understand.

Suguru looks down at you, the poor, battered thing that you are.

Once, he too was a lonely, shivering stray, lost and abandoned. Thrown out in the cold by everyone he'd ever loved.

Something pulls in his heart. Muscle fibers tearing from the strain of sympathy.

No movement. Not from his approaching footsteps, not even when he kneels down to be eye-level with you.

If anything, you flinch away, shivering fruitlessly back against the hard concrete wall behind you.

He knows that look. Like you think you're about to get hit.

Your ears are downturned. One of them is torn badly, a little red.

Only one of your arms is wrapped around your legs; the other is tucked against you, where he can't see, cradled against your chest.

...must be bad.

You're so much smaller than him. Just a little thing. You must be his age, maybe younger.

What were you thrown away for? No longer being a cute kitten? Maybe you weren't fun anymore when you got your first heat, because you were an independent living thing and not some stuffed animal to be played with?

"Are you okay?" Suguru says, as softly as he can, "Did you get hurt?"

The question is pointless. But it's the kindness that he needs to get across. I'm not here to hurt you.

You don't even look up. The only thing he can scent from you is fear, anxiety, how you stiffen and lock in place like a deer in headlights.

He's got a thread and needles in his bag - maybe he could stitch your ear up. Or at least wrap it up, or clean it... it'll itch so badly if it gets infected.

He tries to reach out to touch you, but you jerk away. Like it burns.

It burns him, too. In his chest. Fingertips searing.

"Hey," He says, gently. Putting as much tenderness in his voice as he can, "Hey. Easy there. I'm here to help you."

Suguru feels like he's been struck; how you don't move, don't speak, just tense up and shiver there, helpless. Like you'd run away if you had the strength.

There's scratches on your good arm. The streets aren't kind to strays. God knows what you've been through. Or at least Suguru does.

"I've got food." He says, hoping to see your ears twitch, a little life or movement - nothing.

He pulls out his precious emergency treat; a bright blue can of tuna.

The top is easy to peel open, the smell rushing up to meet his nose. His mouth almost waters - his last meal was sometime yesterday.

He sets it gently at your side, loudly enough that you must hear it as well as smell it.

"Don't you want any?" Suguru asks it gently, staring at you, then back at his tin can treasure.

You don't say anything.

"...I'll leave it right here for you," He pats the ground beside you, "I don't need it. It's all yours."

Suguru gets up. Some cats didn't like to eat around other people. You'd probably had to fight other hybrids over scraps in the alleyways - you'd probably lost.

That's how you ended up here, in this dingy, empty place.

Looking down at you, his heart clenches once again. The food is right there. It's good, it's clean, but you won't take it.

You just sit there, breathing so lightly you could be dead.

Even as he exits the alleyway to give you some privacy, Suguru knows; he can't leave you alone.

If you won't leave, then he'll keep you safe where you are. At least he knows where you are when he has to go somewhere.

He keeps other people out. Either by scaring them away, hissing and scratching, or guiding them gently with big wide eyes and a sickeningly sweet smile.

There's nothing quite like the relief in his chest when he comes back and finds his tuna can empty.

It surprises him, how happy he is. How just the sight of your crumpled up little form makes his heart ache, but each time that ache is replaced with a warmth of familiarity, a reassurance, a strange giddy happiness that you're still alive, still surviving, despite it all.

And Suguru finds himself willing to do anything to keep it that way. Even if supporting two hybrids is vastly more difficult than just himself.

It's easier to do, when he thinks of you, of your helpless crumpled form. Easier to purr and lean forward and pretend he likes being petted by those dirty hands.

There's the same old ugly feeling churning in his chest, but it churns more violently at the thought of these grimy fingers reaching for you.

He shoves any thoughts of what might have happened to you out of his mind. All he can do is try to give you the best life right now.

A few scrounges in some alleyways and dumpster bins and he's found a large cardboard box and a blanket that was probably fluffy, once.

He leaves it beside you, setting it up carefully, close. Rubbing up against it to leave his scent on it and erase anything else that might bother you.

Sets another tin of tuna he'd saved up for inside. A package of stale snacks in case you get hungry before he gets back. A bottled he'd rinsed out and filled with tap water.

All these things took days for him to scrape together; a veritable fortune. Suguru doesn't have much. But what he does have, he shares with you.

He's not entirely sure why he does it. No one ever helped him.

Maybe that's it. You don't deserve this any more than he did. To be thrown away like trash. To be unloved.

Suguru couldn't save himself.

But he can save you.

It happens slowly. Takes longer than he'd like. But one day he walks into the alley and his heart drops when he doesn't see you and he races over only to see you -

Curled up in the very back of the box he'd gotten for you.

The sigh that escapes him leaves him feeling lighter. Warm all around.

It's the first time he sees your eyes, too. They go wide when they see him and then wince shut as you hunch down, cowering.

"No, no, it's okay," the soothing words escape him in a rush, "I'm glad, I was afraid you might not like it. I left this here for you."

And then - for the first time, your eyes blink open. Still lurched back.

His heart is trembling when you speak your first, meek thanks to him. The sound of your voice, low and hoarse, is the most wonderful noise he can recall hearing.

It's obvious that you don't know how to react to his kindness. What to do. You're afraid because that's all you know how to be.

But that's okay. He can be patient. He can be kind. Over and over and over again, until you unfurl from frightened animal to a friendly stray, or close enough to it.

Looking back, it's strange to imagine how his entire life has changed since meeting you.

One of his happiest moments in recent memory is the first time you let him touch you. Let him pet your head, brushing over your ear.

There's something so tender about it. How your ears flick, then lower, your eyelids dropping as your breathing slows. Gently, hesitantly, you lean into it, and his heart soars.

The scratches on your good arm had healed by then. The other arm was fine - but your hand had been... declawed.

The poor, sore, reddened fingertips stick out to him, painful even to look at. It must hurt even worse for you to have that, day in and day out. Poor exposed nailbeds, itchy, so easily infected.

You desperately avoid looking at it. It's a while before Suguru can manage to get your hand into his, and you whimper pitifully all the while, even as you allow him to hold it and examine your nails.

It's hard to get the right materials without an owner, but Suguru finds some medicine, some cream, and a nice glove in the right size.

He treats your ear, too, even though it'll probably be torn forever. Battle scars for an alley cat stray.

"You're so brave," Suguru tells you as he pets you, scooting closer to your side. He says your name, with all the warmth and affection he can manage.

You look down, mumbling that you're not, but he feels you leaning into his side.

It's a dark night, and a cold one. He manages to find a motel for you both to stay in that night (after so many hours on his knees), a real bed for you both to sleep in.

The motel is a seedy place - it has to be, to take cash and ask no question; hybrids aren't supposed to rent rooms - and it's dingy but it's the best you've had in a long time. Maybe forever.

That night he cuddles you close, holds you tightly, warmly, stroking you soothingly after he gives you the better part of his meal for dinner.

It's the first time he hears it. Faint and gentle and ever so distant, rumbling featherlight against him.

After weeks together, this is the first time he'd heard you purr. He feels, on his shoulder, little pricks of your claws against him, kneading at him.

He could cry. Joy surges through his chest, his throat wet and heavy with emotion as he feels your body relax into his.

Those are the best nights. Just you and him curled up together in whatever tiny corner you can claim for yourselves. All you have is each other but the shared warmth and the cozy embrace is enough for both of you.

Suguru sees it, over time. How you flinch away when you see yourself kneading at him. How you nuzzle against his chest in your sleep, open-mouthed.

You must have been weaned too soon. Taken from your mother young. Still a little kittenish, deep down.

It makes you all the more darling to him. There's something protective in him, a longing to hold you close and tight and safe beside him forever.

He wonders sometimes. Before he'd met you, he'd thought about getting fixed somehow. So he could avoid his stupid ruts, scam stupid rich widows over "breeding requests".

But maybe he's not entirely bereft of paternal instincts. He watches you at night, ears twitching against his chest. Wonders what colors your litter would come out. You'd make the cutest kittens, and the cutest mother, and he'd love you so so much...

He can barely provide for the two of you. The only way to make anything close to a real living would be to sell much himself, much more than he does now. Sign himself away as property to an agency. To fucking monkeys.

Even then, it would be hard to keep your litter safe once they were weaned. Hybrids needed human owners for everything. If it needed a form, a signature (and what didn't, these days?), it needed an owner. There's a reason life as a stray is so hard.

And you're in no state to have a litter, either. He hasn't even seen you in a heat, and there's no doubt it's due to stress.

When you notice yourself kneading at him (with your good hand, the one that hasn't been declawed), you snatch your hand away, looking down as if ashamed.

You stiffen up when he licks at you, cleaning your mouth of a recent meal, or just grooming your cute ears and cheeks. It took a lot of time to brush out the matts in your hair originally, get it back to a decent state.

It's a long time before he gets you to groom him back. He finds files, clippers, things to trim your nails so you're more confident kneading to self-soothe.

They'd been sharp, before, at least the ones you still had. You stare at him when he brings you a tiny scratching post, when he shows you how to drag your hand over it to enjoy the sensation and entertain yourself.

It seems to occupy you well enough. He shows you the right spots to beg and the ways to look up at people. Teaches you who to hiss and claw at, how to drive away the wrong sort of attention.

Suguru takes care of you, now, so there are degenerates who come knocking. He licks your hair, your tail, if he can't brush it. Keeps you smelling like him so the other hybrids don't come sniffing around.

But there are always monkeys. They're the ones with the money, after all, the ones worth making cute faces to get spare change from.

They're supposed to be the victims, after all. Charm them, meow at them, get your spare change and then let them be on their way.

So when he comes across you sitting across from an obviously rich, well-groomed, white-haired man - well. Your hopeful eyes tell more than any words ever could.

"And you must be Suguru~" The man purrs his name like he's not just another monkey, "Your little friend tells me you two are strays, and I've been looking for a pet."

The insufferable creature stands up to his terrible lanky height. "I'm a generous guy! If you're half as sweet as your friend here, I'll be happy to have you both."

Suguru is not half as sweet as you are. Not to monkeys like him.

But he can smell the rich on him. From his designer top to his limited edition watch and his shiny, tailor-made shoes.

This is a man so steeped in wealth that it means nothing to him. He'll amuse himself with his little pets until it gets old, and when it does, he won't care if you disappear - he might even be relieved.

He certainly wouldn't miss a small fortune along with the two of you.

Suguru looks at your face, a twinge of remorse dragging through him.

But you had to learn, anyways. And you'll be happier crying over sushi than while you eat out of a tuna can.

He smiles at the white-haired man, his best people-pleasing smile.

"Thank you so much," Suguru purrs.

Sucker.

Can someone PLEASEEE comment x reader fics where the reader is a beta. Pairing doesn't matter I just need the reader to be a beta!!!

#Beta reader x alpha #Beta reader #Beta x alpha #Omegaverse #omegaverse x reader

maltes3

Yandere!Neko x Neko!Reader

Yandere!Neko had the perfect life before you arrived. He had been the undisputed king of the household for three whole years, completely spoiled by the owners. He had the best sunspots, his favorite silk pillows, and the undivided attention of his humans. He was perfectly content being a solitary, lazy predator. So, when the owners walked through the front door carrying a travel crate with you inside, his entire world tilted on its axis.

Yandere!Neko knew exactly what the owners were planning the moment he caught your scent. Nekos have sharp instincts, and the way the humans were cooing about "making a beautiful litter" and "being a perfect match" made his stomach turn with pure disgust. He didn't want a mate. He didn't want some strange, anxious neko invading his territory, shedding on his furniture, and stealing his food.

Your first meeting was a disaster. You were just trying to get your bearings, stepping out of the crate with your ears flattened against your head, cautiously sniffing the base of the sofa. The owners gently nudged you toward him, trying to force an introduction. He didn't even hesitate. His ears pinned flat back against his skull, his tail puffed up to twice its normal size, and he let out a low, venomous hiss before violently swatting at your face. If you hadn't flinched back in time, his claws would have left deep marks.

For the first few months, he made your life an absolute living hell. He was a textbook bully. If you sat on a cushion, he would stalk over, shadow you with his massive frame, and growl until you ran away. During feeding times, he would push you away from the bowls, eating your portions right in front of you just to prove a point. You quickly learned to keep your tail tucked and your eyes on the floor whenever he entered the room, completely terrified of his volatile temper.

But the territorial hostility slowly began to morph into something much darker and far more possessive. Because you were so submissive and constantly tried to stay out of his way, he grew accustomed to your presence. The turning point happened on a bitterly cold winter night. You were shivering on your small, flimsy floor mat across the room, curled into a tight, miserable ball. He watched you from his plush, heated bed for an hour before letting out a sharp, irritated chirp.

When you didn't move, he got out of bed, padded over, gripped the scruff of your neck with his teeth, and dragged you across the carpet, shoving you onto his mattress. You froze, terrified he was going to bite you, but he just wrapped his long, heavy tail tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. "Stop shaking," he rumbled into your ear, his voice low and vibrating with a sudden, intense heat. "You're making too much noise. Just sleep."

Once he allowed you into his bed, the dynamic completely flipped. He didn't stop being aggressive; he just redirected that aggression into forcing you to be close to him. He developed a strict, suffocating morning routine. The exact second the sun hit the blankets, he would pin your shoulders down with his paws, trapping your body beneath his, and begin ruthlessly grooming you. He would lick your ears, your cheeks, and the top of your head with rough, demanding strokes. If you tried to squirm away because his sand-paper tongue was making your skin raw, he would nip at your throat just hard enough to make you whine. "Be still. You smell like the humans' laundry. I need to get my scent back on you."

Yandere!Neko completely ruined the owners' original plans, but in a way they never expected. He still glares at the humans and refuses to cooperate if they try to lock you two in a room together for "breeding purposes." He hates being told what to do. But the moment the humans leave the house, his possessive facade locks down tight. He will herd you into the master bedroom, block the door with his body, and force you to curl up under his chin, purring so loudly it rattles your ribs.

Yandere!Neko went from hating the idea of having a mate to becoming entirely, violently obsessed with the fact that you belong only to him. He won't let you greet the owners at the door anymore; if you try to trot over to them, he’ll swipe at your heels and pull you back into the shadows of the hallway. He doesn't care about making a litter for the humans, but he is completely consumed by the dark, primal reality that you are trapped in his house, sleeping in his bed, and covered in his scent and he is never, ever going to let you go.

heich0e

CUTTING TEETH - matsukawa issei/f!reader/hanamaki takahiro (4.2k) vampire!au, vampire!matsuhana, new vampire!reader, poly matsuhana, mmf!threesome (barely), smut, finger sucking, fingering, mentions of blood/blood drinking, lots of talk about teeth and mouths, reader is going through a bit of a breakdown, sweetheart and good girl used as petnames, matsuhana give off slightly yandere vibes but they aren't actually, and reader is physically restrained at one point but it's not non/dubcon! part of the 'more than you can chew' universe 18+ NFSW - MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Time passes differently now.

It makes sense, you can’t help but think in those precious moments when the haze lifts and grants you a reprieve of much needed clarity; It’s only logical that something would feel different now that you are too. Seconds ticking past but mean nothing when you stay unchanging. Time no longer has any meaning now that you’re frozen in it. And so nine days slip by, and they’re all a blur; one bleeds unintelligibly into the next, but they feel like what once were seconds in another life.

You’re burning.

You’re hungry.

You feel as if you’re coming undone.

But you’re safe. You know that to be true too. Even in the haze, even in the vicious delirium and the burn, there are hands that cradle you and the gentle brush of lips against your skin. You’re surrounded constantly by the scent of pine, the whistle of the winter wind and soft, familiar voices.

somniath-v

tamsy

gender-neutral reader. no use of y/n. cleaner support! reader. tamsy has something sinister going on and you can tell. secrets. intimidation. mission fic. wc3.4k

You want to like Tamsy, you really do. He’s a member of the Cleaners, and good at it too. Reliable, calm, and gets the job done. What’s not to like? You ask yourself this every time you have to interact with him, but the heart of the matter is that he’s creepy.

Of course, you can’t tell him that. It’s rude and he has technically done absolutely nothing wrong. In fact, he’s covered you on multiple jobs, so it isn’t like he’s harboring any ill will towards you.

He makes you uneasy all the same. You can’t put your finger on it, but something about him just feels off. He stares straight through you and makes your skin crawl. Every inch of him screams untrustworthy.

At the end of the day, no matter how you try, you do not like Tamsy Caines.

avedukedantalion

Crap-tastic Sight

Yandere Tamsy x Reader

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: Before you can expose him to the others, he takes everything from you.

Warnings: Blinding (literally), kidnapping, forced dependence, gaslighting, body horror, forced cuddling, slightly Stockholm syndrome at the end, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Author's Notes: N/A

You never—ever—thought Tamsy would go this fucking far.

I love a character that seems super sweet and kind to everyone but behind closed doors they are the nastiest obsessed freak

#follo x reader #x reader #Deku x reader #Kaminari x reader #Oikawa x reader #Gojo x reader #Childe x reader #Albedo x reader #Zhongli x reader #Enjin x reader #bakugou x reader #genshin x reader #yandere x reader #oc x reader

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situationship fratkuna tells his friends how you're always so needy for his attention. . . but you know better & now so does he

pleading, offering nights of hot sex, and grovelling at your feet is a new low. even for sukuna.

but you're reeeal petty.

"baby, y'know i wasn't— fuck, I wasn't bein' serious. . ."

sukuna groans, deep in chest, dragging his lips up to your shin then to your knee until he finally settles his cheek against the soft skin of your thigh. he nuzzles his nose into you, inhaling your scent like an addict.

if any of his frat brothers see where he is now, on his knees with his fingers wrapped loosely around your ankles to keep you from pushing him away, he'd never hear the end of it.

"you think i'm too clingy, kuna?"

the question sounds innocent enough, however, with the way you're peering down at him from the edge of your bed in nothing but a bra and some little lace panties is anything but innocent.

"nah, baby, course not." sukuna's palms glide down the backs of your calves, massaging the muscles coaxingly.

your foot nudges his chubbing thickness in his boxers and he pants hotly, sinking his blunt nails into the backs of your calves almost pathetically.

and he was the one calling you clingy?

sukuna swallows thickly, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he forces the words from his lips.

"please. . . let me make it up to you?"

Just an omega who yearns so hard for an alpha knowing they would never be good enough for someone like them

#Alpha x omega

Yandere scientist who wants to experiment on you.

He'd treat you like his little lab rat. All collared and chained in his hidden basement to do all sorts of experiments on you.

He would inject you with DNA to grow cat like appendages. A cute fluffy tail and the softest ears that'd flick and startle in alertness anytime you heard the steps of his shoes approaching.

At first you would fight him, using your new sharp claws and biting at him. He would get scratched up and making him bleed would be the one pleasure you could afford in this hellhole but eventually you're forced to seek him out.

He would leave for hours on end. The isolation would be draining. You craved companionship and when he finally thin you've learned your lesson he would welcome you back with open arms. He would pet your head and coo in your ears about how good you were. You would purr and preen at his praises, the feline part of your body grasping for any ounce of affection.

Slowly you would grow dependent on him. He would notice your walls breaking. You would purr anytime he touched you. Would wait by the door to welcome him in with a big smile, just waiting to hear his praises of how good you've been. Eventually he would deem you ready to leave the basement. But of course he needs precautions in case you get any ideas.

He would click a cute bell collar on your neck and attach a leash on you, and just like a real cat he would insert a chip into you. You would never be able to escape him. But at this point that would be the last thing on your mind. Finally after months of training he had you all pliant and soft just for him.

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Hope you guys enjoy this! I just wrote everything that came to mind on the spot. I got inspired to write this because I saw artwork of dotorre doing experiments on aether 🤤

Let me know if you want more or I'd you have ideas to build off on! Who knows. Maybe I'll write an actual fic or work on this more to refine the idea.

piphanies

⟢ bf!tamsy who always accommodates for what you lack in height whenever you want to kiss him or touch his face—leaning down without complaint, but only after watching you pout a little first.

“careful now, angel,” he murmurs, “you’ll strain your achilles.”

🀥 bf!tamsy who lightly taps your cheek with his index finger when you zone out, head tilting as his gaze softens.

“…are you paying attention, hm?”

⟢ bf!tamsy who sends you off to missions with a feather-light kiss pressed to your temple, gentle enough to barely linger—while, unbeknownst to you, his tokushin slips an almost impossible-to-notice thread around your finger.

for safety purposes, of course.

🀥 bf!tamsy who, after enough nagging, finally gives in and lets you see the scars spread across his chest, eyes softening despite himself as you trace the jagged edges with the light drag of a fingernail.

⟢ bf!tamsy who takes one look at the tear in your clothes and doesn’t even consider sending you to august. absolutely not. he quietly takes them from your hands, needle already threaded, because there’s no way in hell he’s going to allow that scatterbrained man lay his fingers on fabric that’s been against your skin.

🀥 bf!tamsy who lets you curl up on his lap without a word, you pepper soft kisses along his cheek, and he waits—patient, indulgent—as they drift closer to his lips. when your bottom lip brushes his labret piercing, it catches just enough to remind you it’s there, cool metal against warmth.

⟢ bf!tamsy who feels the moment you lose focus, fingers coming up to toy with it instead, curiosity overtaking intent. a quiet chuckle slips from him at that, fond, as his finger brushes against your hip.

🀥 bf!tamsy who sings you lullabies when you tell him you feel restless. his slight accent catching onto the tips of his melodized words. the cadence deems itself unfamiliar to your ears, however, it’s hard to care when you drift off within minutes every time.

⟢ bf!tamsy who always makes sure you end up seated beside him in the car whenever enjin ropes team eager into another mission with team akuta. he lets you rest your head against his collarbone—but only on the ride back, when the job is done and you’ve already worked yourself thin doing exactly what was asked of you.

🀥 bf!tamsy who fights the muscles in his face, forcing them into stillness even as a shadow of a grimace threatens to slip through when your weak, fevered body clings to him in desperation. the mission he’s dispatched to is mandatory, but before he leaves, he gathers what little composure he has left and presses a careful kiss into your clammy palm, (despite all the germs he’s sure are wandering the surface).

⟢ bf!tamsy who lets you fuss over his injuries, deliberately steering clear of eishia just so your pretty hands can tend to him instead. he tilts his head, quietly amused, listening to you ramble about him needing to be more careful next time.

“now, now, my dear.. there’s no need to get so worked up.”

🀥 bf!tamsy who lets you braid his long, pretty hair to your heart’s content, patiently allowing you to intertwine his locks into a two-toned braid. he has one condition though, you have to face him while you work, so he can watch the adorable little expression you make when you’re concentrating—his words.

Albedo turns into a dragon and is insatiable 😫

He spends too much time near the heart in dragonspine and the particles there get into his system which triggers dormant DNA in his body to slowly shift him into a dragon.

First it's dragon like behavior. He turns territorial and starts collecting shiny things and hoarding them. He grows protective over the ones he cares for.

Then it becomes more obvious. He starts to grows wings. His eyes glow red and he grows fangs.

Then it's mating season... And he is rough

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"𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭"

CAT HYBRID! Tamsy x HUMAN! reader In which you're not sure if your hybrid likes you very much since he tends to switch moods so fast. Only for a shitty date to make the two of you come closer together even if the very situation he causes is just to purposefully piss you off.

“Hey Kitty, kitty,” You teasingly say. You wag a finger in Tamsy’s face, stifling a laugh. He stares forward, still ignoring you and choosing to watch TV to distract himself. You frown, sitting next to him silently. You turn to the TV, it’s a boring movie, as per usual. Tamsy never watches anything interesting, ever since you’ve adopted him you’ve come to know that Tamsy is a mediocre person. Sure, he’s real pretty, thick angel wing lashes, long silky hair with a blue peekaboo and a piercing under his lip to even out the soft features. But, that didn’t necessarily make him interesting. You really should’ve listened to your friends when they told you not to get a cat, considering how playful you are. Maybe you should’ve got that puppy… what was his name? Follo, right? You spare Tamsy one last lazy glance before letting out an obnoxious sigh and walking off to make dinner. He’s probably hungry, he usually is around this time. In reality Tamsy found you cute even as you strutted away gloomily. He couldn’t help but smile to himself cockily, running a finger over his sharp nails inquisitively. He loved ignoring you. What he loves even more? The fact that you still take care of him no questions asked. Legally hybrids couldn’t live on their own without having a handler and even when you get adopted you still need to have lived with your handler for a year to legally be on your own afterwards. Something about integrating into society with humans to make hybrids more docile when it came to the much fragiler version of them. In truth, Tamsy had been returned multiple times for his refusal to speak or be friendly with his handlers. He hadn’t ever seen the point, especially when it came to the logistics of it. Hybrids are smarter, faster, and frankly much more attractive than humans. They’re the ultimate form, while things like you just haven’t evolved yet. Not only that, but humans are desperate for connection most of the time while hybrids are fine on their own. They should be the ones ‘taking care’ of humans, not the other way around! Tamsy sighs to himself as you set a plate of food down in front of him and walk off, a little disappointed you weren’t vying for his attention again. He looks down at what you made and lets out a purr. He loves salmon!

You unlock your front door, pushing it open only to be met with the barely illuminated living room. You look around slowly, trying to spot Tamsy, only today he’s nowhere to be seen. He’s probably sleeping. You walk over to the couch, where he usually takes his short naps only for him to not be there. You raise a brow suspiciously before shrugging and heading over to your room, excited to sleep for the night. Only one issue—Tamsy had decided that for once he wanted to sleep in your bed. Despite the fact that he had his own room he still decided he wanted to inconvenience you. You shake your head, dropping your bag on the floor harshly. You stomp over, ready to tell him off but he peeks open an eye to look at you before you can have the pleasure of waking him up. He slowly sits up, stretching idly while you stare at him, unimpressed. His face crinkles up into… disgust? “You stink,” He bluntly says, covering his oh, so fragile nose. He leans away with a dramatic flare, raising his eyebrows in question. “Ugh, it’s unbearable. Leave, escort yourself out of here.” He coughs, fake but still just as offensive. “You little shit… Get the hell out of my bed!” You yell, face hot with fury. He simply snaps his tail at you, crawling over to the other side. You watch as he lays down with his back to you, watching you from over his shoulder, the lighting giving the illusion of his eyes glowing in the dark. “Hm… no. But you should probably go bathe.” At those words you pull your shirt up to sniff yourself. The only smell that greets your feeble human nose is cologne. Maybe you do smell like shit, considering that incel had hugged you goodbye. You roll your eyes, walking over to your dresser to pull out some pajamas. You pick out a cute set you’d gotten a month ago from some guy who kept trying to take you out, he’d sent you over 300 dollars for some odd reason. God, you're such a catch! You smile to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek. “Tamsy, get out! I need to change.” You say, pointing towards the door. Tamsy’s tail stops for a moment, moving once more when he turns away from you. You groan, deciding to just go change in the bathroom. He could be such a brat sometimes.

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❝ HIS CINDERELLA CAUSE I MAKE IT FIT ! ❞ ⤷ Enjin x Fallen Spherite!Reader

>>>>>> Apparently Enjin has all the 'luck' when it comes to finding Spherites in No Man's Land. This time he's found you—a stuck-up Spherite noble—cast out with the trash. You're prissy, needy and an overall pain in his ass. Definitely not his type—but that slutty pussy sure is. ♡

>>>>>> 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟖+ for filthy enjin smut. enjin & reader are delulu & down bad. big dick!enjin. size queen!reader. bimbo!reader. sex under the influence. public sex. breeding. bjs. enjin is overall diabolical. but there's also a bit of plot too with some romance/fluff/humor. no spoilers for anime/manga. >>>>>> 𝐰𝐜: 13.1k

𝐚𝐧: major special shoutouts to @honeybunnnnie my trash daddy partner in crime, who beta'd for me and gave me lots of good lil' gems I incorporated here. we share one horny brain cell when it comes to this man and the amount of headcanons we have made based on this that I didn't even include is INSANE lmfao.

You aren’t Enjin’s type.

That much is certain the moment he stumbles upon you after being called to check out a disturbance in No Man’s Land. Scanning the terrain of garbage, Enjin wonders if he’s hallucinating.

Still high from the night before—or maybe there’s a leak in his full face?

Either way he had to be tripping absolute balls right now because what the hell else could explain the giant kaiju-like plushie with bunny ears, wide beady eyes, and jagged teeth ripping apart trash beasts in the distance like they were wet paper towels?

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