#Bunny writings

[hawksbunny]

Hero and Sin

TW: Noncon, slight manipulation(?), unhealthy relationship

Keigo cupped the side of your head, gently guiding your face closer to his with a single hand. You were flustered, your nervous and wide eyes staring into his own. He was pretty nervous, too. You didn't know it yet, but tonight was the night he'll finally have you screaming and begging underneath him. He won't let his nerves get in the way again.

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Hawks was a good man. Really, he was! He helped tons of people on the daily. He brought so many smiles to so many faces that said faces became a blur of different colored skin over time.

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Keigo tentatively pecked your lips. He pulled back slightly, licking his lips and tasting your fruity lip gloss, before going for a longer kiss. “You taste so good.” He hummed while brushing his lips softly over yours and setting a slow pace while he eased you down onto your living room floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

The two of you had been playing a question game to get to know each other better, comfortably seated on the soft carpet. When you averted your gaze and shyly asked something overly personal just a few moments prior, he couldn't resist how cute you looked. He just had to act.

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Hawks was a hero. That automatically made him a good person. Only a good person would want to try saving others on a daily basis. Though, to him, it was more of a need than a want. It didn't matter if it was a dangerous villain or a petty thug. Regardless of everything he'd done, the blood on his hands, he was a hero.

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Even before Keigo stepped foot into your apartment unit, he only had one thing on his mind. So, he kept his legs crossed throughout the game. It didn't matter now. He was sure you could feel his excitement hiding in his pants as he easily glided his body between your legs. He knew you did when you squirmed a little.

He felt your small hum against his lips, your soft sigh caught between caressing kisses that he gradually turned rough and vehement. You didn't seem to mind, playing along and giving in to his passion. That was until he grinded his hips into yours. You turned your head to the side, effectively breaking off the short-lived hot makeout, much to his annoyance.

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Hawks had gotten used to being thanked by the people he saved. It wasn't that he took that gratefulness for granted. No. Even after a few years, he still took joy in receiving a simple ‘thank you’. It was just that the gratitude on those blurred faces became a familiar thing he'd grown to expect.

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“Kei… Keigo…” Your candied voice came out breathless. “Wait, I'm not comfo- Oh!” You yelped in shock when Keigo dropped his head to your neck, frozen while he harshly worked sharp canines into your skin. He heard your pained hiss, felt your hands that had threaded into his hair tug at the blonde strands with a painful tight grip. He groaned pathetically, humping you like a dog once more.

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People fawned over Hawks. They screamed his name happily whenever he was around. Actually, even when he wasn't around, he knew his name was still cheered, like it was a thing worth celebrating. Hawks was loved. Hawks was valued. Hawks was wanted.

But Keigo Takami? No, not Keigo. Keigo was filthy, sinful, disgusting. No one wanted Keigo, the son of a criminal, of a murderer. Not even Hawks wanted Keigo around. He didn't want Keigo lurking in the corners of his mind, whispering of bloodshed and bloodlines.

And so, Hawks kept Keigo hidden away where no one would find him.

Until you, that is.

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“Stop.” You mumbled weakly, still trying to yank his head back with both hands. He chose to ignore the fear and panic laced in your voice as he added a few more love bites to your neck. It didn't make sense in his head why you were now rejecting him. You loved him, didn't you? You told him so yourself.

“Keigo!” You started crying when he didn't budge an inch, even going as far as running his hands under your skirt and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties. You tried twisting away, but he quickly held you down with his feathers. Red bonded your wrists together, pinning them to the ground.

“Please! Don't!” Your breaths came out in short huffs. “Just wait-!” But he didn't want to wait anymore. He couldn't. He desperately wanted you, vulgar desires clouding his head. Vulgar desires that he started having the moment he realized his feelings for you. He knew the moment he bullied his cock into you, hit that sweet spot that'll make you see stars, you'll be singing a different tune. He just had to demonstrate that you secretly also wanted this.

After two years of friendship and about four months romantically involved, you had gained his trust. Hawks revealed Keigo to you, professing deep love and pure adoration while he was at it. You stayed, hearts in your eyes and sweetness in your smile. He fell more in love with you, promising himself to never let you go.

Keigo was the one who loomed over your naked body now, hands groping and gripping your curves while rocking his hips against yours at a quick pace. Your sweet cunt sucked him further into you, squeezing his cock deliciously tight. He pressed his nose to the crook of your neck, inhaling your pheromones gathered there.

“Please!” You choked out at a particularly hard thrust, sobbing as you turned your head away from him. He grabbed your chin, forced your gaze back to him. He wanted your eyes on him. Those pretty eyes of yours were wide open, dilated much like his, and glossy with fat tears that rolled down your face. It was cute that you cried over how good he made you feel.

“I know, Dove.” He cooed sweetly, giving in to his own delusions. “Just gimme a minute, yeah?” He paused momentarily to grab your legs and inch your knees to your ears before angling his hips just right and slamming back into you. He noticed the way your nails dug into your palms. He freed your wrists only to clasp your hands with his to keep you from drawing blood.

“You're so pretty, ya know that?” He was in your ear, chasing after his high while your velvet walls fluttered and squeezed around him. You responded with tiny whimpers, but that was okay. “‘Course, you do. You're my pretty slut. My pretty, little, confident whore.” Your cunt tightened around his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” He gasped, his breath unpleasantly fanning over your ear. “Baby, you're so fucking tight. Shit, you feel so good. So, so good f’me.” He panted and groaned, speeding up. You groaned along with him, hot tears stinging your eyes and blurring your vision. They spilled over as he continued to babble on. “Oh, holy shit, you take it so well.”

He pressed clumsy, desperate kisses to the bruises he marked on your neck, reaching down to your sloppy, wet pussy and gliding a finger over the folds until he reached your clit. He was close but he needed you to cum before he did. He couldn't leave his pretty dove unsatisfied. It just wouldn't be right.

Once your body stiffened and trembled underneath him, your cunt clumping down on his dick dizzyingly tight, he released his heavy load inside you, too pussydrunk to bother pulling out. He collapsed on top of you, twitching from his climax but still careful to not crush you. He pressed lazy kisses to your neck, murmuring ‘I love you’s to your skin.

“Love-” You gasped, too shaky to try pushing him away. “Love you-too.” Your voice strained and cracked. He kissed you before you started crying again.

Hawks was a noble hero and Keigo was a filthy sin, but you? Despite everything he'd done, you made both Hawks and Keigo feel clean.

[ducktracy]

sharing a very sage bit of advice from The Simpsons' own John Swartzwelder that i've been trying to hamper down in my writing and drawing alike. let your inner crappy little elf do his worst

[bunny-jpeg]

packing my husband's lunch

simon "ghost" riley - inspired by this

tags: smut & fluff, domestic, established relationship (marriage), housewife!reader, butcher!simon, food, body worship & praise, missionary,

a/n: changed a little bit of it for the fic, i hope that's okay! i hope everyone loves it!!

it wasn't supposed to be a big deal, these were little videos that you made when simon was at work. people did a lot worse on the internet! you were mostly in sweet aprons with your username embroidered onto them and occasionally one of the dresses that your loving husband bought you!

you wanted to keep yourself busy now that you were a stay-at-home wife and the income from being part of the creator's program was a nice bonus.

"thank you for the banana bread recipe, mrs. riley!"

"where did you get that dress?"

"i wonder what mister riley looks like! i bet she totally lucked out!!"

you built up a sweet little community that was mostly sharing recipes that you've aquired over the years. viewers were impressed of how well you could handle spice despite your gentle demeanour, but you once said in a video that you had been eating spicy food your whole life!

"plus, my husband loves it too!" that was the big mystery of the account, who was mrs. riley's husband? viewers knew he existed and that videos occasionally were about making his lunches. but he had never showed his face in any video.

you thought the comments were cute, you'd often show them to simon while you were in his lap on the couch.

"they think that you're like christian grey."

"who the hell is that?" simon chuckled as he rested his head on top of your head so he could look down at your phone, "sounds like a real prick with a name like that."

another day, another video. you worked within the kitchen explaining the recipe. "you have to remmeber to add the spices before it all comes together or else it won't have time to mingle with the potatoes or the carrots. the taste will be all off!" you tone was like a bird's chirp as you had one hand on yourhip and the other stirring the pot with a spoon.

"my husband loves this! and i think who ever you make this for, wife, husband, boyfriend, partner, family member, friend, they'll love it too! but i suggest if you're making it for your nana that you tone down the spices a little!" you talked away as you continued to cook.

it filled the near silence in the kitchen and allowed you to keep viewers engaged!

but this video ended a little different. while you showed off finished stew in a pastel pink bowl, viewers caught the sight of him. hulking mass of man in a white t-shirt with a suspicious amount of red stained across it.

"girl, are you okay?"

"who is that?!"

"pack him a sandwich in the next video if you need help!"

"hey girlie, close your fist with your thumb inside if you're not safe!"

you were confused by the comments, simon wasn't a bad guy? he had never hurt a hair on your head. you've been trying to get him into more experimental kinky play in the bedroom!

you heard the door unlock and peeked out of the kitchen to see your husband coming home. you were use to grime he brought home, you met at the butcher shop his long time friend price owned. so a t-shirt stained with blood was nothing new. but then it clicked in your head.

oh they thought that simon was some kind of serial killer.

before you could say anything to your husband, he pulled you in for tight kiss and held you by the back of the head with his strong hand. you smiled against his lips and giggled when he picked you up. you wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders.

you weren't the lightest thing in the world, but simon had spent most of his life hauling things (meat) heavier than you could ever be. he eyed you from top to bottom and smiled. his smiles were rare to others but frequent with you.

"how's my love bug today? makin' more videos for the fans." he asked as he carried you to the couch and put you down gently. he then leaned in to kiss you on the lips.

"yeah, they think you're a serial killer though."

his blond brows raised, "serial killer?"

you looked at him in return, "you were in the back of one of my latest videos, i didn't notice anything until i realized that you were in a work shirt and it looked like you were a serial killer."

"i see, i see." he said as he sat next to you and laced your fingers with his, "tell them i'm not, i don't need rumours to start." simon didn't like being the center of attention.

he once told you that he married the brightest woman he could find so she could be the center of attention and he could be supportive from the sidelines. it was why people gravitated towards you while being a little afraid of you towering husband.

you pulled him closer to you and kissed at his scarred face. he was an active service member before he became a butcher, so much history on his body and you loved every molecule of him. when you kissed him, he deepened the kiss and held both your hands.

"simon."

"let me take you to bed." he replied softly before he pulled you to your feet and then pulled you up into his arms bridal style. it took you a while to get used to him carrying you. not that you were worried about him not having a good hold on you, but rather you not having a good hold on him!

he brought you to your shared bedroom and placed you on the bed delicately. he then got his shirt up and over his head, exposing his strong body to you. he wasn't model trimmed, he was built with proper strength.

i ain't no pretty boy, dove.

but you thought your husband was the prettiest of them all. slowly you started to take off your dress, you could feel your husband's hungry eyes on you as you undressed for him. your viewers saw a sweet little wife, bu simon saw that sweet little wife totally nude.

when the mis-matched pair of bra and panties ended up on the floor with the dress, simon felt like a new man. he worked hard to provide for your family of two and would continue to work hard every day. you were his wife, his everything. and he loved you more than he could ever articulate.

so he expressed his love by getting undressed and into bed with you. laid out on top of the covers, your head in the pillows with simon between your legs.

"look at mrs. riley." he cooed as he rubbed his rough hands up and down your bare thighs, "prettier than those little cookies you make.' he chuckled a little, "boy at work watch your videos all the time, you've been a big help to them, finally able to cook for themselves." he went in to kiss you on the lips.

"glad i could help." you replied as you held onto one of the pillows under your head. you arched your back a little when he lined his cock up with slick entrance and pressed himself in.

he leaned forward and braced a hand up against the headboard as he got his cock inside of you. the issue with a size difference like yours, it made it a little hard to have sex in certain positions. usually you were on top, but since you got married you've been able to figure out missionary.

"honey."

"i got ya, dove. you feel so good as always." he said lowly, "everything i have ya, it's a complete treat. you take good care of me, you know that. you are a good wife. happy you're making your little videos, and i'm happier i get to come home to you."

you blushed a little bit and wanted to hide your face but he stopped you by pinning your hand to the bed.

"don't hide from me, dove. i want to see my wife's face." he said with his voice tinged with affection. he loved the sight of you, you were beautiful under him, he couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of you.

"you make me blush too much." you said as he moved against you. your loving, caring husband moved his hips in a steady pace as he held onto your hand and the headboard. his thrusts were easy on you, not too rough but just enough to make you excited all over. you loved the feeling of him, there was just something about it that made you feel a twinge of excitement in your core.

he was a perfect lover and you loved him so much.

"all mine." he purred as he continued his movements. he watched your videos daily during his lunch break, happily eating the food you made for a video that morning or the day prior. the stews, baked goods and pasta dishes that you were known for.

your emphasis on couponing and how to store foods to make them last longer. it was an honour for simon to be with such a lovely woman. you encouraged food as a form of love. and you showed that love ten times over with simon.

he captured your lips and continued to move against you. he devoured the feeling of his lover up against him. you felt amazing, you felt like heaven. he couldn't help himself. he moved against you and continued to kiss you.

"work so hard every day, you work your ass off beautiful. and i love it, all of you. you know that. i can't get enough of you, how you feel against me. how i feel like our souls are connected."

you giggled, "no need to butter me up, handsome." you smiled when he placed another kiss on your lips. you moaned into the kiss, you eventually held onto his strong shoulders. you two moved against each other, husband and wife. quite the pair you were, and simon wouldn't want it any other way.

"baby." he cooed.

"shh, shh." you said, you opened your eyes and stared into his brown ones, he was so handsome. even when he tried to deny it, you knew the truth. he was quite the handsome man. the kind of man that made your toes curl with each hardy thrust of his hips.

the pleasure ran through both of you, the intensity of it made you kiss one another once more. he continued to work himself inside of you. live in each of this thrusts, affection in every movement. simon loved you and you loved him, hence why you held onto him so closely.

"oh, dove. look at ya. perfect for your husband." he cooed as he felt closer to his climax, it was an intense feeling. the kind of feeling that excited him greatly. he loved you and when he watched your pleasure reach its peak, he felt a swell of pride when you clutched onto him tighter.

"fuck, honey." you moaned as pleasure crushed down on you. you tensed up then relax, enjoying the feeling as it moved through you. you shared another kiss.

simon continued to work his body up against yours, and soon he finished inside of you. he rocked against you through his climax and then only broke the kiss when he stopped. he looked you in the eyes, those beautiful brown eyes.

you giggled lightly and pulled him in once more before he laid out on the bed beside you and held you in his arms.

"not too bad for a serial killer."

"yeah, i bet they'd never know that you're such a teddy bear." you dragged a finger across his strong chest and let out a small giggle. he felt so good against you. you soon sat up and said, "i have something i want you to try, i am working on a new recipe."

before you could get too far, he pulled you back into bed with him and wrapped his arms around you. he held you close and said, "whatever it is, dove. i bet it's amazing, but right now i just wanna hold ya."

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the following day, on one of simon's days off. you set up the camera and stood beside your much taller husband. you were all smiles as you were ready to bake a nice spring treat.

"hello, love bugs! it's mrs. riley again, and today i have a guest!" you gestured to your husband. you whispered, "you'll need to crouch down a little." and simon bent his knees, "this is my husband, mister riley!"

you hoped that this would quell any concerns your fans might have. and while the comments were positive one made you blush.

"i used to think i had a crush on mrs. riley, but now i have a crush on mr. riley too!"

i hope you love this fic! if you have any suggestions, my open! till next time <3

[ghostedbunnie]

there's something empowering in holding the razor to simon's throat when shaving his face for him. it's peak intimacy for someone like him who doesn't trust easy.

but to you he is like a well adjusted cat, purring with his eyes closed while showing his belly. his most vulnerable parts.

it warms your heart and you need to show it so you take the razor away from his throat for a second to drop a barely there kiss on his freshly shaved cheek. simon only reacts with satisfied hum and cracking one eye open.

"what was that for?" he asks.

"just felt like it." you shrug not wanting to be all sappy.

[xochimillilili]

Fuck I just wanna have a weaker pet pinned down under me, pressing them down with my entire body weight as I bite into their shoulder. A bunny not built for my knot, a kitty scratching at the pillow underneath, or a puppy, whining and barking overstimulated. Wanna lazily fuck my fat throbbing cock into them, just a dog rutting into a smaller bitch in heat.

My hand laid soft against their tummy, so I can feel how deep inside it reaches, "feel this pet? You take me so good, feel how deep I'm marking you baby? You want my litter don't you~?"

Just a good fleshlight for me, sweaty and groaning under me, poor fuck hole raw and dripping cum. A good fuckpet I can praise and grope, that I can kiss and care for gently after~

[bunloved]

With shaking hands and a racing heart, bunny slowly crept through the halls, eyes squinting and searching door by door. He couldn't properly remember what floor it was supposed to be. Not with his mind in shambles as it is.

Nights were always the worst. The dark played tricks on him. Seeping in and causing his mind to turn as if it was fuel.

He couldn't help it.

He couldn't.

Especially not when he finally found the door.

His breath catches as his eyes fell upon the fine metal work of the lotus shaped doorknob. His heart picked up in speed, mind already going worse as if a warning of what he might see.

But he has to know.

Hes gotta check.

So he crouches down and gets to work, pulling out his tools and slowly and as quietly as he can, begins picking the lock. He bites back tears as his shaking hands fumble, starting over multiple times until finally the lock clicks. For a moment, he sat there slightly in disbelief, staring at his handiwork. Sure he's done this many times, its instinct now. But it almost felt as if it was a lie. But as he turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open, his mind began to work again.

Fears, anxieties, dread, and within it all, hope. Something he was desperately clinging to. Holding onto it so tight as he slowly slipped inside the flat.

Tears slipped down his face as he peered into the darkness of the room, unable to make out much of anything. Nonetheless, he persists, carefully turning to shut the door quietly, unaware of the inhabitant sneaking up behind him, his usually keen ears deafened by the ringing in his ears that grows louder and louder the higher his paranoia raises.

Then he felt it, feeling himself being yanked back by the scruff of his shirt, the tear loud with his yelp of surprise. He leg kick out from under him as he was pulled and then slammed against the wall, a large arm pinned against his throat.

He cried out with a sob, fear etched in his voice, "Wait! Wait wait! Don't hurt me! Please!" His startled panicked cry caused his assailant to pause, likely just about to swing at bunny's face.

Despite knowing who resides here, he couldn't help but worry this might be someone else, that maybe he was too late. That there was nothing he could do anymore. He tried to choke back a sob but soft whimpers escaped him.

Suddenly, a click and the room basked in light, causing Bunny to shrink back and squint away from the sudden brightness. There was then a rough scoff, the arm against his neck moving off, causing Bunny to slip down to the floor as his legs give out. He was breathing heavily, anxious hands pawing and touching his neck and then wiping his tears away before looking up.

Nothing could've been a better sight to him. He was overjoyed and relieved at the sight of his caretaker standing over him, the light fixture in the ceiling behind him giving him a soft halo. Though his expression was far from pleasant, looking genuinely pissed off to find one of his wards breaking in.

Not that Bunny seemed to care as he scrambled to his feet and threw himself onto him. "Bailey!" He cried out, sobbing fully, his voice a strained cry of relief as he melted and clung to bailey, which caused the man to stumble back and look now startled by the action. His arms were in the air hovering awkwardly as he stared down at his ward crying into his chest.

But slowly, he seemed to piece together what exactly was wrong, something he could only really do with this specific ward of his. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, especially not himself, but he did care for Bunny, intentional or not.

And so he firmly wrapped his arms around Bunny, a hand coming up to pet through the golden locks and stroke his ears. He soothed and comforted the rabbit in his arms, his earlier anger dissipating into worry as he felt how much Bunny was trembling.

"I... Im sorry bailey.... I didnt.. i.. i was scared. I got scared you were hurt or... or dead... or... I was scared. A-and I know thats unreasonable. I know but I couldnt... I couldn't stop it. I kept thinking something happened and I couldn't sleep so i... i-" Bunny babbled out quickly into his chest, squeezing his caretaker even tighter but was soon cut off by bailey lifting his head and wiping his tears away.

"I know." Bailey huffed out, having already figured as such. The man did raise and care for Bunny, of course he knows. He knew about how Bunny would worry about seemingly specific things with no real proof or reason. He knew how his little rabbit would worry about being stalked or poisoned or even about monsters so much so that he would cry and cry and cry. Not that Bailey would ever take him to the doctor for whatever was wrong with his brain. As much as he, deep down, wanted to help Bunny, he did Not trust the local doctor that seemingly self assigned himself as Bunny's personal physician.

The mere thought caused Bailey to tighten his hold on bunny, protective of the one thing in this town he cared about. Maybe cared more about than money even, if he let himself admit it. But nonetheless, the action seemed to have comforted Bunny as he let out a shaky sigh and relaxed more against him. Bailey regarded his ward a moment, seemingly contemplating his next move before deciding to just hoist the small rabbit into his arms and carrying him off to the living room couch. He let Bunny sit on his lap as he sat down, holding him close as he cried and sobbed.

'Just for one night.' Bailey told himself. 'Just tonight. And no more.' He repeated this line of thought over and over, trying to not admit to himself how much he cared. But he knew that if this happened again, he would hold Bunny in his arms. He would comfort Bunny. Deep down he knew that he would do anything for his rabbit.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

yandere bunny hybrid x reader

A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺

Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!

★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic

★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow

★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.

★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter

★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English

"what's your name little fella?"

"cotton.."

★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves

❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does

❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum

❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.

★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.

"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"

"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"

★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up

★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper

★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.

★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!

"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"

★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.

[mournfulroses]

Mona Awad, from her novel titled "Bunny," originally published in 2019

[bitterbetabunny]

Thinking about kneeling between a doms legs while they watch a movie, having their fingers in my mouth to suck on with the promise that they’ll let me suck their cock if I do a good enough job with their fingers

[shroompette]

Maine Coon Cat!König living alone in his den, generally unbothered until Bunny!Reader shows up during a storm, seeking shelter under the overhang of his home. Wet, cold and with an injured leg, König takes pity on her and brings her inside.

MCCat!König who doesn't really have many veggies lying around, but he does have some fruit. He watches Bunny!Reader's cheeks grow chubby as she stuffs them with bananas and canned nectarines. Poor thing, she must have been starved. He gives her a can of strawberries as well, which she neatly tucks away in her raincoat. He does not question her about it.

MCCat!König who, after he feeds Bunny!Reader, carefully rolls up the fabric of her pants to inspect and disinfect the nasty cut on her calf, taking the opportunity to give a closer look to her as a whole. He finds himself enchanted with the long, fluffy ears that droop around the sides of her head. Even wet, they still look enticing, cotton-soft and he wants to brush them, rub his cheeks against them, kiss them, pull them, bite them-

MCCat!König who manages to make Bunny!Reader a little nest to sleep in out of spare pillows and blankets, the crackle of the flames dancing in the fireplace lulling her to sleep. He watches her for a while and nearly purrs with delight when she rolls over in her sleep and reveals the round little scut that he'd like to use as a stress ball.

MCCat!König whose big ears twitch as he hears the sound of his front door opening in the morning, knowing Bunny!Reader must have slipped out into the woods again and it makes his heart pang just a little before he resumes his everyday life.

MCCat!König who is absolutely flabbergasted when a week passes and there's a knock on his door behind which stands Bunny!Reader and her three little buns. Without a word, she ushers them inside before disappearing into the woods. He isn't sure what to do. He has half a mind to run after her, but he fears leaving the buns alone would give them an opportunity to cause mischief and he'd rather not come back and find his den on fire. He stays, letting them sit in his big lap and play with his tail that sometimes tickles them on their twitchy little noses, so similar to their mother's. They're very messy eaters too - they seem to love strawberries, little fingers and cheeks sticky with their juice.

MCCat!König who is equally relieved and enraged when Bunny!Reader finally shows up hours later with a satchel of herbs and veggies for her babies who are currently bundled up in the nest he reassembled. He is about to tell her off, inform her that he isn't a babysitter when she stands on her tiptoes and nuzzles his nose ever so gently, difusing his anger completely. He barely blinks before she's off to check on her buns, satisfied with the state she finds them in - alive, with full bellies and sleeping.

MCCat!König who slowly gets used to Bunny!Reader dropping off her kids at his doorstep and watching them for a day or two before she comes back and expresses her gratitude via soft gesture such as nuzzle or a cheek kiss.

MCCat!König who sometimes makes Bunny!Reader stay in the den with the buns to go on a veggie/herb hunt himself, just so she can spend some quality time with them. He can not pinpoint the exact moment he became so whipped for her.

MCCat!König who starts leaving the nest out permanently because he knows Bunny!Reader won't stop coming around and neither will her buns anytime soon (he'd miss them greatly if they did).

MCCat!König who lets Bunny!Reader sleep in the spare cot (that he built just for her) in his room until she decides one night that sleeping beside him would be more comfortable. He does not try to object this in the slightest, not when he can finally feel her fluffy ears against his face.

MCCat!König who regularly grooms the buns' hair and furry ears and Bunny!Reader's as well with his coarse tongue, thinking he's displaying dominance over her. He has no idea she thinks she is the one in charge by letting him groom her.

MCCat!König who's suddenly not alone anymore. The quiet days of his den are over as it's now filled with laughter and chattering of the three little buns who have began to call him "Papa". He never knew two simple syllables could bring him so much joy...and then there's Bunny!Reader, with her genius manipulative tactics that involve licks, kisses and adorable tiny stomps of her feet when she wants something done her way. He would not trade her for anything in the world.

MCCat!König who slowly starts thinking his den is too big for just the five of them...and that perhaps he and Bunny!Reader should start working on some kitten siblings for the buns.

masterlist • pt2

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the bouncer & the missus

simon "ghost" riley

tags: smut/pwp, bouncer au, bouncer!simon, established relationship, simon's soft spot, pregnant!reader, car sex, clothed sex, pregnancy & breeding

a/n: want to suggest your own fic? the inbox is open! this rabbit runs on comments & reblogs!

"baby girl." simon said as he came over during his break. he saw you in a booth by yourself, happily on your phone and munching on a basket of fries and onion rings that simon ordered for you. he knew you ate dinner before you came to see him, you dropped him off his portion of the meal. he looked down at you.

he was wearing all black. from the backwards baseball cap hiding his blond hair to the tight black t-shirt that highlighted his tattoos. he looked at you with those deep brown eyes. he asked, "you and the peanut shouldn't be in a place like this." his gaze cast down to your swollen middle.

you replied, "i'm not drinking, si. plus, these fries are much better than any kind of alcohol." you leaned against the vinyl of the seat and rubbed your swollen middle, "plus, i can't sleep well tonight."

you were dressed in one of his sweatshirts, it covered you perfectly. plus the faint smell of cigarettes on it plus the body wash he had been using for nearly a decade. you also liked that it had your husband's last name written across the back. made you feel protected as you ventured out of the house to visit your beloved simon at work. underneath was a stretchy maternity dress because struggling jeans didn't feel like an option tonight.

simon didn't like you hanging around the bar, even before you got pregnant. now with the peanut on the way, he was extremely protective over the both of you. he got into the booth beside you and held your face while he kissed you on the lips. you kissed over the black medical mask over his mouth. he didn't take the thing off during shift except to replace it if it got dirty or ruined. he didn't want to ruin the mystery when giving a kiss to his missus.

you were knew around the bar was "the missus" or "mrs riley", you've always been known as that even before you got married to simon. it was why you were able to have both onion rings and fries!

he placed a wide hand on your belly and rubbed it gently. you rubbed your thighs together lovingly while you continued to eat. simon had a thing for your pregnancy. knowing that you were carrying his child, it excited the bouncer.

he was all tattoos and sharp edges. meanwhile you were painfully sweet, the total opposite. and together you made the most precious peanut you could possibly imagine. you were perfect for him. so of course he rubbed his nose up against your neck and you giggled against him. his touches got a little more firm, not enough to hurt. but enough to know that your husband was getting a good feel of you.

how could he not? he loved you, you were his wife. no one else could call themselves that! he even got a quick squeeze of your ass before you pulled down his mask just enough to kiss his lips in the low light of the bar.

you pulled the mask back over his mouth and asked, "how much time do you have left in your break?" you knew that this wasn't going to happen if you waited until you got home.

simon looked at his watch, the one you gifted him for his first, un-offical father's day. he said, "twenty more minutes." and before you knew it, you were being helped out of the booth by your adoring husband.

you ended up in your car, simon opened the door for you and shuffled you inside. you sat in the backseat with him. he chucked his mask into the dark of the vehicle. he kissed you passionately and his hands pushed up your dress. he touched your behind with a bit of force, but not enough to bruise you.

simon riley would never bruise his missus on purpose. he one time smacked your ass too hard it left a purple hand print and he spent a month apologizing to you. he managed to get your panties around your left ankle and his cock out of his jeans.

"there she is." he said softly, "my missus." he purred lovingly. simon, despite his rough exterior, loved you deeply. he loved you so much he almost didn't ask you out when you first met because he was worried a woman as amazing as you didn't need to be with someone like him. but you loved him all the same, every mark, scar, tattoo, all of it. it was what made your husband, your husband.

"i hope i'm not taking up too much room." you said with your hands on your middle. simon patted your belly with another hand on your hip as he assured you that you were fine.

"i'll always take up more room, love." he said. you didn't have much time, as much as he loved to admired his wife. the two of you had to be quick if this was going to work. the breathing between you two was hot as you sank down on his cock.

you groaned and nodded when simon asked you if you were okay. you let out a cute little moan and your husband silenced you with a hot kiss. you felt a tremor of pleasure in your gut as you started to rock your hips against him. he was so much bigger than you, so intimidating and scary. but he loved you. you were his wife, his everything.

"you look amazing, lovie." he said softly as you moved against him. your pretty painted nails dug into this shirt over his shoulders. your fingers grasped onto the black material.

your swollen middle rubbed against his abdomen and he loved the feeling. it was a big cramped with little room to get comfortable with. but this wasn't the most cramped space you ever had sex in. plus, simon could be any position and still cum because of your sweet cunt.

the movements were fast, but not rough. you bounced on simon's hard cock and he kept a hand on the top of your head so you didn't hurt yourself against the roof of your beat up little car. you felt the shift in your weight as you moved. simon eyed you with those dark beautiful eyes.

"there's my girl." he purred as he moved against you. you felt the swell of warmth in your soul from the movements. simon dialed for the roughness after you got pregnant. his girl needed some tlc, but no bruises. never bruises.

"mmm, please, simon." you arched your back a little and felt the excitement race through you. you held onto him tighter, his strong shoulders felt good under your touch. you felt the zaps of pleasure through your body.

simon rested a little more up against the leather seats as he held onto your head and hip to make sure that you didn't put too much strain on yourself. he rolled his hips up against you and you moaned a little louder. you felt the warmth radiate in your core as the two of you fucked passionately in the backseat of your care.

simon loved that your swollen middle was up against him. to feel so close to you. to know that he made you that way excited him. oh, did it excite him. he loved it. he loved knowing that you carried a big piece of him everywhere you went. you two made a family together, and that left simon aroused.

he was finally putting the seed to go use. dumped enough of it inside of his missus and now you were sprouting a lovely little bump. in a few months you'll have your son in your arms. you two moved together in a rapid pace, the kisses got hotter as did the steam on the car windows.

husband and wife doing it in a car behind the the bar. your noises got a little louder and higher in pitch as you felt the swell of want through you. it excited you, he excited you.

he kissed at your next with admiration. he carried all his love in his touches and kisses. he carried his love for you in everything he did for you. you were the center of his world. as was the baby you were carrying. simon riley finally got the family he always wanted and he'd make sure that you two were protected.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

your words sweet like honey as you felt closer to your orgasm. you felt a tightness in your chest as you tensed up from the heated want. the pleasure coursed through you as you felt so close to your orgasm. you continued to move up and down his cock until you clenched around him and orgasmed.

simon continued to with his cock into you, he felt a similar heat in his body as he moved you up and down his cock as much as he could. he could feel it all bubble up and eventually pour over. with a few more steady thrusts of his hips. he finished inside of you with a heavy groan. you two looked into each other's eyes and simon pulled you in for a heated kiss, "mm, my girl, always takin' care of me."

you held onto his wrist and looked at the time, "oh no. you better hurry up and you may have time for some food in your stomach!" you kissed him then struggled to get your panties back on. he kissed you before he got out of the car.

he pointed at you and said, "you get right home and don't stay up waiting for me. you and peanut need sleep. i'll meet you in my bed, mrs. riley."

you giggled from the driver's seat, composed enough to get yourself home, "don't worry. i'm well worn out, it'll be time for a cup of herbal tea and comfy pajamas." simon leaned in to kiss you on the lips deeply before he went back to the bar to finish the rest of his shift. you watched him leave and before you left the parking lot you looked down at your swollen middle and gave it a pat.

"you and i better get to bed, or else papa is gonna be worried. but maybe we'll make a quick stop to the corner store first for some ice cream." you giggled before you turned on the car and sped off of the parking lot. <3

[ghostedbunnie]

older bf!simon who is trying to keep you alive during your exam season in uni. he has to wrestle the caffeinated drink out of your hands as it makes your anxiety so much worse.

older bf!simon who has to force you to take breaks and he is not nice about it either. he'll throw you over his shoulder if he has to, doesn't matter if you hid in the library on campus, he will embody the caveman he is on the inside.

older bf!simon who helps you revise. honestly it feels more like a military drill than revision at some points, you fear he'll tell you to drop down and give him twenty when you mess up a definition, he never does but he definitely thought about it once or twice.

older bf!simon who doesn't go overboard with the praise when you succeed just a plain ol' "that's my girl." and a smooch on the side of the head is all you need to feel like you've won at life. and if it doesn't work out, he'll let you cry it out if you need to, doesn't grumble about the snot on his hoodie and then simply helps you out so you ace the next try because he hates to see you cry.

older bf!simon who was holding back on his urges the entire exam season so you can focus but once you're done with the last one he is going to town on you. i'm talking order some food for the weekend, lock the door and hold on because he is going to ravage you on any and every surface inside your home.

[xochimillilili]

Reminder that random mouth inspections are very important for a good pet~ It's so easy too, just have them all laid on your lap, softly caressing their face until they've closed their pretty eyes and can't see when you put on some gloves.

Unable to do anything once you're got them trapped between your thighs, already going stupid from the heat and softness. Just softly start prodding at their lips, see how they start drooling as you check their teeth and tongue. Better yet when they start whimpering, even more dumb and pathetic as you shallowly finger fuck any of their last person thoughts out. Just a dummy baby pup or bun for you

"That's my good lil pet, such a precious love for me~ Now let's see how much your pretty throat can handle mmh baby? I bet you can take a few inches more than last time~" As I wiggle my knotted strap before their eyes, seeing how they widen, how their lil pet hips start wiggling at the possibility of a full body check up <3

[davinawritings]

PLEASE make more of your bunny x werewolf im obsessed with the dynamic (gives us headcanons too if you wantt:((

Werewolf Boyfriend Dating Bunny Hybrid Reader.

Warnings: Knotting, Overstimulation, Vaginal Penetration, Bunny Ear Play?

❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️

Werewolf boyfriend who knew you would have sensitive ears but didn’t realize just how sensitive they are. 

He had already made you cum multiple times on his cock before he knotted your soaking wet pussy. He layed you carefully on his chest while he started waiting for his knot to go down. 

Without warning, you gave your ass a little shake, shifting his cock around in your tight heat and making him let out a soft whimper at the feeling on his oversensitive cock. Your giant werewolf boyfriend was never one for whimpering, so you involuntarily let out a small giggle.

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes before reaching up one of his clawed hands to where you rested your head on his fur-covered chest. He gave one of your ears a sharp tug as a warning to behave but didn’t expect the response he received. Your cunt immediately clenched down on his swollen knot as you released a whiny moan. 

A smirk graced his face as he grasped one of your ears in each hand and began playing with them. Whimpers and full-on moans left your lips as he kept going, alternating between tugs and massaging your soft ears.

He cant help releasing his own moan as you call out his name and cum on his cock, fingers digging into his muscled chest. His knot keeps him buried inside you, and he smiles as he realizes just how much more fun he can have with you while waiting for his knot to deflate. 

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[the-booty-crusader]

SVSSS prompt:

Xin Mo’s “voices” are the comments people leave on PIDW. Binghe has a slew of teenagers and young adults (97% of which are angry virgins) screaming their power fantasies in his head and egging him on.

Of course there’s that one voice that always rants on for ages about how contrived everything is and how things could be done much better. And also is strangely attracted to Binghe or something?

Anyways. Skip to Binghe having become Bingge. He has his harem of hundreds of wives, an Empire greater than any before, treasures untold and riches beyond belief. The voices of Xin Mo cheer. Except one.

The ranter, who is strangely quiet for longer than usual before finally saying, “this is it? This is his happy ending? A bunch of unworthy wives, an Empire that just causes him shitloads of paperwork and being sent on quests to maintain the status quo? Is he happy like this? This sucks. Not fulfilling at all.”

At first, Binghe scoffs at this. He has everything he wanted. Nobody can hold a candle to him.

But as time goes on he thinks about it more. Is he fulfilled? Is he happy? Has he ever been? (Yes, he thinks, when he was with his mother). Had anyone ever asked him about his happiness? Did… did that lost soul within Xin Mo care more about his happiness than the whole rest of the world?

Thinking back, had that person not always talked about how much better things could be? Binghe had always thought the voice was talking about Binghe, how he could be better and he wasn’t loving up to standards. But thinking back, wasn’t the voice’s ranting almost always aimed at the world around him? That people were not worthy of him, objects not good enough and places not interesting to be in Binghe’s presence?

Did this one soul not think the absolute world of him?

Binghe didn’t need Xin Mo’s power. Not any more.

What he did need was the souls within it— specifically one.

Bingge’s comin for your ass SY

[mournfulroses]

Mona Awad, from her novel titled "Bunny," originally published in 2019