#bad bunny x reader

[cositapreciosa]

can you maybe write for kitty where he meets a girl thats similar to him personality wise?? and he falls in love w her immediately and stuff

Head first

Arturo '' Kitty '' Paez x female!reader (strong language, toxic relationship (not with kitty) mentions of cheating (not kitty/not you), spanish female pet names, you’re wearing heels/a dress, the usual for the show), 3215 words

a/n : @hausofmamadas once again saving the day with the Kitty gifs, amen 🙏🏻+ thank u my Kitty ride or die for pulling this one out of me @narcolini <33

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

‘’ You’re a fucking bitch, is what you are! ‘’

Between the loud music from inside and the half-open backyard door, Kitty is surprised when your voice reaches his ears. He can see you on the other side of the pool, been watching you like a hawk for a while now, sunglasses down his nose as you push around that boyfriend of yours. Palms on his chest, lips curling with every word that comes out of your mouth. Diego has always been too weak for someone like you, he has no spine, no guts. He didn’t like him. Arturo had decided that a while back, when you first started to bring him around at the house parties, at Roxanne’s.

Arturo doesn’t know you that well. He knows what Ramón tells him, when he finally gets tired of hearing him beg and whine about it, that is how he knows you would ‘eat him up and chew him out’ if he dared approach. Maybe that is why he never did. A friend of a friend, of a friend. He had always listened to Ramón and stayed back, simply because having to work hard for it is something he never liked doing. You could have anyone wrapped around your finger, as long as they were up to your standards. It is a shame, really, that he never made a move. Especially when he can see the fire in your eyes and how it matches his perfectly. Especially when he knows what kind of pendejo actually made it past your walls when he couldn’t.

You are screaming again, hands frantically pushing strands of hair behind your ears. He knows that he shouldn’t be spying on you like this, pretending to go out to light up his joint when he knows doing it inside is allowed. His hand wraps around the handle to push the rest of the door open, taking in the fresh air from the night. The music from inside is still loud even with the door closed, not one of you turning to acknowledge him.

The water reflects light on your legs, on that sparkly dress you are wearing tonight. Short, flamboyant, stunning. Arturo lights his smoke, watching your boyfriend screaming back this time, his finger pointing and piercing the skin of your chest with each word. He can see the disbelief on your face from here, the audacity of the man.

‘’ If it was such a problem, maybe you should have taken your cojones, Diego, and told me yourself, instead of going around and fucking about! ‘’

‘’ Fucking about? You’re the one walking around looking like a whore. ‘’

This one stings, deep in his bone, piercing his chest. All the way over here, he feels angry for you, cheeks hot and red burning his face. You don’t answer back after this, stunned or embarrassed, he can’t tell. He does see how flushed your chest is, how your jaw sets, tense with unspoken words. This is it. The last straw. He won’t allow Diego to insult you any further.

He calls out your name as he walks closer to the side of the pool, it’s more like a statement than a question, a greeting. I’m here, you’re good.

‘’ You’re all good here, mami? ‘’

He knows you heard him, even though you don’t turn to acknowledge him. He is surprised that your boyfriend does, scoffing as he looks him up and down. He is audacious, Arturo has to give him that. Does he think he’s safe in this house? Doesn’t he know who your friends are, who’s been paying for his drinks since he got here? Diego’s finger is pointing at him now, laugh dry and mocking. As if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

‘’ Him? ‘’ he says, ‘’ Him? ‘’

Arturo knows what he is implying, as if Diego wasn’t the one that was in the wrong, the one that had been fucking half the town behind your back. They had their suspicions in the beginning when you had started to run out of reasons for him not showing up to gatherings and birthdays. He knew he was right when Ramón told him you had given them five dollars for gas money and a few dozen eggs to throw at Diego’s apartment. He couldn’t believe it when he saw you with him the following week, acting as if nothing had happened.

Arturo’s attention turns back to you when you don’t answer, don’t bite into it like he thought you would. He can take a better look at you now that he is closer, inches away from the ledge. He sees the tears dancing on your lash line, your nails digging inside your palms, and he decides he hates it. He hates him. It must be horrible really, giving so much to someone so pathetic, having your words twisted back against you.

He tries to ignore how much Diego’s finger pointed at him bothers him. It is like a stab in the chest, a provocation, like he is making it personal. In a way, it is, he made sure of it the second he decided to belittle you like this in front of him. The thoughts of gripping his hand in his, crushing his joints- He blinks once, twice to shake the images out, and then he says your name again, an invitation now. Let’s leave this. Leave him.

‘’ You should leave. ‘’

Both sets of eyes turn to you as you speak up. Finally, he thinks. You are not asking, you are demanding, telling Diego his time here is over. Diego’s eyes twitch between you and Arturo’s side of the pool, he has to know he will lose if he tries to fight him. From the look of it, he is most likely smaller than him, unarmed. Arturo knows he only hangs out with them for the coke, maybe the small possibility of being one of them too, and then having you back in his bed after the parties. It breaks his heart to know you didn’t catch on to his bullshit before tonight. It is hot in his chest, a deep burn he can’t shake off, maybe it is jealousy.

Diego turns to you, as if your words meant nothing, like you didn’t just ask him to leave. His hand wrapping around your forearm as if you would follow him. The pool is the only thing keeping Arturo from jumping in between you two and sliding his hands around his throat.

‘’ Come on, let’s do this somewhere else. ‘’

‘’ Don’t touch me, Diego- ‘’

He can’t stand it, having to watch this asshole pretend he is still the one in control. Your upper arm is white from Diego’s grip and he can’t help how fast his hand goes to his back, feeling the gun tucked in his waistband with his fingertips. A reassurance that he could end this, here, right now. He will shoot him, he doesn’t care, five times if needed, as many times it would take for this idiot not to have a face anymore.

‘’ Are we gonna have a problem here? ‘’

He doesn’t stutter. It is a warning, his first and final one, spoken clearly in the open space between them.

‘’ Shut the fuck up, pendejo, can’t you read a room?! ‘’

‘’ Kitty… ‘’

You finally catch his eyes across the pool. Your voice is a warning, almost scolding him like a child, telling him to let you handle it, that you can take care of this. Can you? Should you? He notices the sparkles on your eyelids, the same color as your dress, the dried tears on your cheeks. He can’t be stopped, he doesn’t want to, he is too invested in this. Pendejo. Arturo doesn’t remember when he started moving, following the tiles around the ledge, opting to close his fists and take care of this naturally instead. If Diego wanted to play the tough guy, he would show him what it looked like.

He is halfway around the pool when you start moving, twisting in your heels. You grab Diego by the hair, using the momentum and his hold on your arm to push him into the pool. He is taken aback for a moment, stopping dead in his tracks, scared Diego’s grip on your arm will bring you into the water with him. But it doesn’t and you are tiptoeing around the edge, hands in the air, unmoving, like you just dropped something you shouldn’t have.

You yelp when the water splashes back on you, the bottom of your dress, your shoes. It shakes you out of it and you step back from the puddle of water at your feet. When Diego surfaces out from the deep, he is heaving, breathing through his nose, paddling around with both arms. A well-deserved swim, if he could say so himself, but Arturo is not even looking at him. He doesn’t matter, you do, and he only has eyes for you. He is not sure what to do now, he is surely not going to jump in the pool to finish this, who knows what chlorine would do to his Ralph Lauren shirt.

‘’ You’re a fucking bitch, Diego. ‘’

You laugh and it is music to his ears, loud, genuine. You are waving your hands around like you can’t believe this, free at last.

‘’ Stay the fuck away from me from now on, or he’ll shoot you. ‘’

You are pointing at him now, passing the eventual dirty work to him. Arturo knows you have never held a gun in your life, how you can barely accept those that are tucked in your friends’ jeans, but he would do it if you asked him, in a heartbeat, no questions needed. You push at the water on your thighs, probably wishing it would take the chemicals and the water out of the fabric. You turn to him, head thrown back, fists closed, like a child.

‘’ Look what he did to my shoes, Arturo. ‘’

You are whining and he is trying to pretend that his name coming out of your mouth didn’t make his knees buckle for a second. Eat him up and chew him out. You turn back to Diego.

‘’ They’re Versace you fucking bitch. ‘’

Your voice quivers on the last word, a small crack in an otherwise strong façade. Arturo’s hand moves from behind his shirt, leaving the comfort of the handle of metal at his back, motioning for you to come over. It is too cold tonight for you to stand outside, legs out for days, and a drenched skirt stuck to your thighs.

‘’ I’ll buy you new ones, mami. Let’s move before the fish comes out of his tank, yeah? ‘’

He is trying to be funny, but he can hear you sniff, see your hand raise from your side to wipe at your nose. He can understand how it’s too much, too fast now, adrenaline coming down, the cold seeping in.

When you turn his way and brush past him, his first instinct is to try and grab you, to be able to drape a warm arm around your shoulders, protect you when Diego couldn’t. It hurts him when you duck from his grasp, continuing your way to the door, but he swallows it and pushes down whatever angry, sad feeling is bubbling up in his throat. He chooses to follow you inside, follow what his guts tell him, and not take any of this personally. Easier said than done, but Arturo decides to focus on the sound of your heels against the tiles instead, to breathe in your perfume when he skips before you so he can open the sliding door for you.

You make a line for the kitchen and he is thankful no one stops you to ask what happened. Arturo follows your step, tall and burning behind you. You are holding back your tears, he can tell. He doesn’t know why he feels like he has to make sure you are alright. Diego might be an ass, but he wouldn’t dare enter the sharks’ enclosure after that. If this was his house, he would turn around and drown the fucker with his own hands. Nothing he hasn’t done before.

‘’ I’m not crying. ‘’

It’s the first thing you tell him when you enter the kitchen with him, your new shadow, still hot on your heel. You are, and it’s okay, he understands, right? You are alone in the room, just you, him, the marble countertop between you as you turn and pace. You are rummaging through shelves, one hand whipping at your cheek while the other chooses a glass.

‘’ It’s not- this isn’t because of him. I’m not crying- ‘’

A sob leaves your throat as you open the refrigerator door. He feels bad now, his heart squeezing at the thought of your makeup sliding down your cheeks. Arturo leans on the door frame and he looks as you pull out juice from the open door, the other hand grabbing a bottle of tequila left on the counter. The amount you pour into your cup makes his eyebrows frown.

‘’ It’s alright. ‘’

‘’ It’s the shoes. I’m not crying. ‘’

The tears on your face do tell him that you are, that it is about Diego. He doesn’t deal with heartbreaks often, he usually never stays around long enough to feel it. He is a grown man, he never cries, he shouldn’t care, but he does feel better when you open the juice jug, pouring enough that he is not too concerned about how it would taste in the end. He speaks up again.

‘’ It’s alright if it’s not just the shoes you know. ‘’

‘’ You would really buy me new ones? ‘’

He raises his eyebrows at that and you are now pushing yourself up on the counter in front of him, crossing your legs, glass in hand. Your eyes are dry and red, but the glitter on your lids is still pressed to the skin, unmoved. He likes it, he decides, the shimmer suits you, it reminds him of the diamonds he has on a watch at home. You are looking at him, waiting for an answer. Like it would fix everything. Your Versace heels, he would buy you new ones if you asked, the same pair if you wished, an even more expensive one if you begged him to.

‘’ Por supuesto, mami. ‘’

I would shoot him too, let’s keep our word. He doesn’t tell you that, but the thought crosses his mind, throbbing inside his ribcage. The things he would do for you. Something changed tonight, inside of him, changed how he looks at you, how he really looks at you. You laugh at this and he is thankful, happy to hear the sound again. He hopes it means he is doing something good, something to make you feel better.

‘’ I’m just messing. They will dry, I was just being dramatic. ‘’

Rightly so, he wants to tell you, that he would have done worst for less, but he doesn’t, he laughs it off with you.

‘’ All good, mami, I go crazy for less. ‘’

You haven’t touched your drink yet, playing with the rim and the ridges on the side. It is a good sign to him, that whatever he is doing is working, heart being fixed, tears kept at bay. He feels awkward, standing there and looking at you, trying to keep his eyes away from tracing the curve of your legs, the idea of your nails wrapped around his neck-

‘’ You like shopping? ‘’

It’s quick, out of his mouth before he even processes it, anything to keep the silence from going on any longer.

‘’ What? ‘’

‘’ Well, I- ‘’ he stuttered, he never does. Tongue rolling in his mouth, words knocking his front teeth on the way out. Of course you like shopping, ranking bills for days, and matching your shoes with your tops, who wouldn’t? Right?

‘’ Well, because I do. ‘’ He feels like the dumbest person in the house. ‘’ I mean- I mostly look, I don’t always buy. It gotta fit with the rest, you know? ‘’

You hum, nodding with the sound. Your lips touch the rim of the glass, bringing silence back to the kitchen, and he feels like he fucked up. He had to open his big mouth and spill out some none sense. Maybe you don’t like shopping. Maybe you think he is taking too much space, that he should leave you alone-

‘’ Let me tell you a secret. ‘’ Your hands are back on your lap, playing with the side of the glass once again. There is a glint in your eyes as you lean towards him, like you are sharing a secret. Lips pursed, you are not whispering, but he feels like you are. A secret for him, only for him.

‘’ Sometimes it doesn’t even match, but I still buy it, I can’t help myself. ‘’

You have glitter on your fingers from when you wiped your tears off and he can’t take his eyes off yours, you are pulling him in and he takes a step closer as you continue.

‘’ I always think I can make it work, but after a while, I send it to my primas, so it’s not really a loss, you know? ‘’

‘’ You’re free Friday? ‘’

You hesitate a moment, barely a second, but it’s enough to make him self-conscious again. ‘’ Why? ‘’

‘’ Let me take you out. ‘’ Let me make this right. Make you forget him. ‘’ We can go en el centro. I don’t think they got Versace there, but they got nice options. ‘’

He shrugs his shoulders, already pretending that he is going to be okay if you reject him. He knows he won’t, that everything, every minute spent with you until today wasn’t a random twist of fate. He can feel it, feel you deep in his bones, there has to be something there. He can’t be wrong, you have to say yes.

Your fingers move in the space between the two of you and, since he is closer now, you can reach and hook a finger around one of his longer chains, moving the golden cross around so it catches the light.

‘’ Is Thursday too early for you? ‘’

He is flushed when you look back up at him, too stunned to speak, too hot and too cold at the same time. He has asked people out before, multiple times even, but right now, with you, he can’t get a grip, he can’t get himself to breathe and not be putty in your hands.

‘’ Not at all. ‘’ Is all he finds to say when he is brought back down to earth. Arturo can’t stop the smile that pulls at his lips, he can taste your perfume on his tongue. ‘’ Even better, mami. ‘’

[bunnyrafe]

jj talking you through it.

because he just loves when you're all dumb on his cock, feels like it’s where you belong when your whole frame and your pretty tits are bouncing along with each of his thrusts. your hand is locked around his wrist while his own is wrapped around your throat, and he can tell your close again by the way your pretty cunt hugs around him and the noises that fall from your lips.

“makin’ such a mess on me, sweet girl,” he manages to get his words out without any groans or grunts interrupting him, “you’ve got a few more in you— i know y’do.”

you whimper his name before your hands grab at his shoulders and attempt to pull him down to your level. you need him closer, need him to kiss your spit slick lips and swallow up all your whines. and he does that under the condition that you’ll cum for him once more, and a few times after that. when he feels your body tense up on him, he finally gives you what you want so he can trap you there. wrapping you up in his strong arms and pinning you to him, forcing you to take everything he has with every push and pull of his hips; every inch of his cock that has you crying & squealing.

“give it to me, baby.” he grunts against your pouty lips.

whatever bit of restraint you were clinging to slips past your fingers the second your eyes squeeze shut. your body convulses against jj’s and he has the nerve to laugh in your ear as you tremble and cream all over his dick.

“i know, i know.” jj sighs while trying his best not to ruin your high and overwhelm you with the way he grinds his hips against your own, “you’re doing so good f’me, hm? my sweet, sweet girl— just keep letting me make you feel so good. you deserve it, don’t you?”

[werecreature-addicted]

I'm so sick of Werewolf x Bunny!!!!! There are so many other animals out there!!!!

Lamb/ sheep, an innocent little thing who's never been off the farm, and thinks the wolf is just trying to feel their fluffy tail while the big bad wolf gropes their ass.

Deer being chased and hunted by every wolf in the forest, they're the prize everyone wants to catch, and mount (ha) on their wall. And when they get caught they get claimed while the rest of the pack seethes in jealousy.

Fox/ Cyottee who thinks they're hot shit and likes toying with other little vermin only to be caught off guard by the bigger wolf and fucked into submission.

Fucking wolves eat fish throw in a river mermaid. It doesn't even have to be the whole hunter/ hunted dynamic write a werewolf/ mountain lion pairing. Cowards.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; fem!reader

wolf!yuuta kneeling in front of you a second after you step inside your shared apartment bc he's missed you so fucking much. he paws at your thighs as if he's a puppy and not a fucking wolf, who could easily devour you if he so desired. but here he is, staring up at you like he's completely at your mercy (he is).

you pat his head and he leans into your touch, his eyes falling shut as he inhales your scent. fuck, he really did miss you... it's so sweet, it's so addicting – he doesn't say he fucked your pillow just a few hours prior because he just couldn't take it anymore. your dirty underwear smells good but it's nothing compared to what he has in front of him now, only mere inches from his so very sensitive nose. oh, how he wants to to just shove his face into your crotch and inhale like it's his last breath of air, but he can't.. he has to be behave. he can't be too haste, it's rude.

and you deserve better than that.

so, he forces down his innate need to pin you down under him right then and there, he forces down the need to sniff and lick, to eat you out until you're crying out from overstimulation, begging for him to stop because it's just too much. the scratch marks you'd leave on his cheeks wouldn't faze him at all, if anything they'd be a sign that he's doing his job well.

"yuu.. ?"

he snaps out of his little daydream, your voice cradling his mind like a soft cloud of pure sweetness. he meets your gaze and gives you a reassuring smile, letting you know that he's here. that he's ready to serve you.

he'll get to play out his fantasies later.

but now, he'll just help you get all cozy. he'll feed you and clean you and make sure you're all taken care of before sinking his sharp teeth into you as a reward for being so good for you.

[zhongrin]

i'm so unwell at the fact that wriothesley looks like he would love listening to those hardcore rock/heavy metal music - but that calming piano playing from the gramophone in his office tells otherwise.

and i think it's such a perfect analogy because despite looking like he could punch a bear to submission (he probably could, to be honest), i bet this man would playfully take your hand into an impromptu slow dance (or perhaps even a full blown waltz if you're up to it) whenever you complain about having nothing to do while you visit his office.

now you can't tell him that he's never done any 'cheesy romantic gestures'.

[bunnyreaper]

merrier the more

pairing - john price x f!reader x john mactavish

wc -  3.2k

warnings - 18+/nsfw, double vaginal penetration, wife sharing, unprotected sex

notes - after a million years i've finally gotten this out of my brain and written out! underrated threesome imo, lets goooo!! proofread but definitely not enough ♥

Thursdays were date nights, almost every week without fail, unless John was on a mission. Even when paperwork keeps him tied to his desk into the dark of the night, you join him in his office with takeout and a good book, content to enjoy his company in silence. 

It was one of the keys to your marriage being as successful as it is, and both you and John agreed—quality time was a must. 

This Thursday was a break in routine—John's energy has been decidedly different since you stepped foot in his office. He's always a little on edge when you see him at work, his jaw and shoulders tight, but tonight there's a hint of determination in his eyes. 

Captain Price is present, rather than your husband, John. 

The second difference comes in the form of a knock on the door, usually, the two of you go undisturbed as your standing date is known among the 141, and none of the men dare interrupt and draw their captain's ire. On the rare occasion that a knock would come, words would be exchanged quickly before being dismissed. 

Tonight, John invites the guest inside.  

"Sit, Soap." John commands, his voice low and dripping with authority in a way that draws your attention. 

The younger man complies, seemingly not on edge—his usual cocky confidence is still in full swing, in defiance of your expectations of the situation. Whatever Johnny is here for, he's not to be reprimanded or to report something grim. 

Both men's eyes are firmly fixed on you, gazes roaming over the way you lounge in your pretty dress on John's shitty office couch, your legs exposed to both of them. 

"C'mere love," John speaks, rolling back his office chair and patting his thigh temptingly. "Need your help with something."

You rise uncertainty, leaving your book behind as you make your way over to your husband, your eyes darting between him and his subordinate. Neither man says a word, just continuing to watch you as you move closer to them. 

Your mind starts to race, thinking of just what John could possibly need your help with. Occasionally, he asks you to read one of his men's imperceptible handwriting or gets into a debate with you about whether his own reports make grammatical sense. 

Something tells you neither is the case this time. 

When you make your way around the desk, you fall into John's lap obediently, facing away from him and watching Johnny watch you. 

The look in his eyes is not something you're blind to, not now, not ever. John MacTavish has always wanted you. John Price has never let you forget it—he's teased you multiple times about his soldier's crush, and made you admit while being fucked mindless to being attracted to the younger man too. 

Your husband got off on knowing his power, knowing that you belong to him regardless of Johnny or any other man's wishes, and knowing that while your eyes can still appreciate other men, they'll never be enough compared to Price himself. 

You sit patiently and wait, deferring to John and his air of authority as you wait for him to speak whenever he is good and ready. The silence is thick, John's paw trailing across your thigh, up to your waist where he holds you still, his grip insistent. 

"Sergeant MacTavish here is about to become a Lieutenant." He begins again, graveled voice now right in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "If Soap is getting a promotion, I need to know he can get the job done." 

John snaps his fingers at the Sergeant, beckoning him around the desk as John spins you both to face where Johnny is now standing. His hands move back down your body to your thighs, parting your legs slightly by opening his own so that you sit spread. 

You know exactly where this is headed. Johnny's azure eyes burn into you as they spectate every single one of John's slow, luxurious movements—touches that slowly begin to undo you. The air in the room thickens, and your skin burns under John's fingers. 

Johnny's eyes flicker away, and you can tell the captain is holding his gaze. 

"Need to know I can depend on him, and that he can do what he needs." He purrs, his tone filled with intent. "That he'll take what he wants, yeah?"  

John pulls up the hem of your dress, exposing your now-soaked panties to his sergeant and delighting in the way you both shiver in response—you from being exposed, Johnny from finally getting to lay eyes on intimate parts he'd only dreamed of. 

You stay obediently frozen as John teases you further—the whiskers of his beard tickling at your neck as he smirks, his fingers stroking so softly up your inner thighs.

When you look back and catch Johnny looking you right in the eye, you swear you can feel yourself gush—he looks like he wants to devour you whole. 

"He's always wanted you, love. Isn't that right, sergeant?" 

"Yes, sir." Johnny agrees so eagerly, but the look he sends your way is anything but submissive. His grin is almost predatory, his anticipation and arousal clear after years of lusting after you from afar. 

Johnny finally comes closer, his hands settling on the arms of John's chair as his face stops inches away from your face—hot breath sweeping over your features. One hand moves to clutch at your jaw, demanding your attention as if it wasn't already entirely focused on him. "Tonight, you're mine." 

He growls the words before diving in for a searing kiss, his actions rough and hungry, bordering on violently enthusiastic. His stubble is so different from John's softer brush, nipping at your sensitive skin. 

"Only for tonight, MacTavish." Your husband growls from behind you, pulling your hips back into his hard cock as a reminder. He might be sharing you, but it's just this once. You'll always be his. 

As Johnny kisses you fervently, his hands begin to wander too, groping at your tits as John continues to hold you steady as he works his erection into your ass. While the sergeant occupies your mouth, John sucks kisses into your neck, humming at the feel of you falling apart under both men's touches. 

You gather just enough strength to surface for breath—panting and shaken under their joint attention. Neither of them shows signs of stopping. While your husband was offering you to another man, he wasn't going to sit back and watch either. 

"Both of you?" You gasp, words unsteady and breathless. Handling John under normal circumstances was hard enough, throwing Johnny into the mix might just break you. 

You shiver with need as the men share a laugh, and John's hand slips up to embrace the column of your neck. "Someone has to show him how to do it, love." 

The two men dive back into making you fall apart, a flurry of lips and hands tearing you apart at the seams and driving you mindless with each touch. 

"Fuuuck." Johnny practically whines, his hands falling to grope at your tits and pull them free out of the top of your dress. 

His hands are calloused and warm in a familiar way, but his movements are quick and rough and make you squirm under his touch. The two sets of hands on you are almost too much already, as well as John's erection rubbing against your core. 

A quick flicker of your gaze to the sergeant's jeans shows he's similarly affected, and the sight of his hard cock straining against the denim has you wanting. 

It's hard to think straight with every sensation you feel, every thought consumed by the two men ravaging you—yet your mind flickers back to the conversation you and John had months ago now, the one where he mentioned sharing you. 

You turn your head to the side, snuggling into your husband's cheek as you whisper to him. "I always thought it'd be—" 

He interrupts you with a greedy kiss, before freeing you to continue speaking. "—Simon, if you ever actually went through with this..." 

You sigh through your words, Johnny almost biting at you when he hears the other man's name fall from your lips.

The truth is, you had thought it'd be Simon that John invited into the bedroom first, as his trusted right hand and someone he knew would be discreet. Clearly, though, your husband had been paying more attention to your soft spot for the sergeant than you thought. 

How long had he been concocting this plan? Waiting for the opportunity to have you at Johnny's mercy too. 

Said man's voice pulls you out of your thoughts and back to the smirk on his face and the sparkle in his eyes. "Don't tell me yer disappointed, bonnie." 

You can tell from the way his voice drips with amusement that he knows you're anything but. The easy confidence has always been part of his charm, but as he toys with your breasts and stares down at you expectantly, knowing exactly what he's doing to you—that confidence feels like lightning down your spine.

"Far from it, Johnny." You whisper, finally taking an action of your own and pulling the man in for another kiss. It's sloppy and messy, more teeth and tongue than lips, but Johnny's mouth tastes so good, and his need is evident in every single brush of him against you. 

His hands climb to cup your jaw, holding you exactly as he wants you as his tongue explores your mouth and dances with yours—it's dirty the way he kisses, the way he groans into your mouth as you thread your fingers into his mohawk, the way he swallows your own moans as John bucks up from below you. 

Johnny pulls away, his chest heaving as he presses his forehead against yours and holds you in a tender moment. "Ye must have a thing for blue eyes, aye?" He smirks once more, and you wish you could protest, but the sparkling blues had been what captured your attention first about both men. 

One set belonging to the man that you married, one set belonging to the man you'll now get to fuck. 

The blue eyes before you flicker down, breaking the connection as his hands wander lower—down past your breasts, brushing past your husband's on their way to your thighs. He grasps greedily at your softness, kneading his touch into your skin as he parts your thighs, exposing your soaked panties to his burning gaze. 

"'m gonna touch that little kitty of yours now." He purrs, his curled finger brushing across your sensitive inner thighs in a way that makes your legs squirm—even more so when he traces up the hem of your panties.

"Didn't say you could, MacTavish." Your husband all but growls, his usual authority bursting through him.

Johnny ignores his captain entirely, his fingers pushing your panties aside to plunge deep into your weeping cunt—he curls them against your walls, a wolfish smirk directed at you, watching you flail as he continues to disregard John's words in favour of driving you crazy. 

"Don't remember asking, captain." He snarls in response, taking control. 

The sound of your cunt getting ravished by Johnny's fingers fills the room, drawing sweet whines out of you. One hand works to find the best angle to scrape against your spongy walls, his other coming to replace John's as he holds your neck and stares you down. 

You feel a shift, a moment where Johnny's attitude changes from cocky confidence to earned authority, him taking encouragement from the way you fall apart under his touch and writhe in the lap of your husband who isn't currently the cause of your pleasure. It has Johnny soaring, and you can tell he's falling into the new headspace with ease. 

"He's a quick study, John." You whisper. 

"Clothes off, yeah, lass?" Johnny tugs you to your feet, holding you steady in his arms for a moment before he eagerly strips you off your clothes.

Your dress comes off first, revealing your tits hanging out of the cups of your bra, and the way your panties settle on your hips, digging into your skin. Johnny's hands move to roam over each piece of your exposed body, kneading and admiring, his eyes ablaze like the hottest part of a flame. 

Then he works to rip off your underwear, leaving you bare before both men. "Fuckin' hell don't know how you tear yerself away from her." 

"Feels impossible some days." John purrs as he stands from his chair, paws falling to your waist once more.

Both men grope at you—Soap pulling you in for another kiss, John nibbling at your neck. Your legs almost give out from beneath you, and you know you'd be so unsteady were it not for being pinned between the two men's bodies.

It's overwhelming. John on his own is enough to bring you to your knees, but him and Johnny, with his blessing? Each touch, each kiss has you whining—high-pitched and almost brainless as your mind fizzles with pleasure. 

Johnny holds you close, pressing his solid body against yours—rough fabric and a hard cock against soft skin. He watches your expression as his fingers dip back into your soaked folds, as your husband's fingers roam over your ass and into your hole. The two men work in tandem to reduce you to a quivering mess, vicious fingers making you drip down their hands and your own thighs.

Johnny flicks your clit absentmindedly as his other hand moves to work on freeing himself from his jeans, pushing his boxers aside to reveal a long, slender, leaking cock. 

"Wow, bonnie girl. Yer that excited for me? Or dae ye just really like yer husband sharing ye?" He purrs as he strokes his length languidly, teasing you with the sight of his pre-cum leaking down the head, as well as the way he squeezes his member. 

You laugh breathlessly, unable to summon a real response until the men's fingers still inside you. "We'll see... how you fuck first, sergeant. Don't let me down." 

Both men share a chuckle, but Johnny is the first to act, with strong hands wrapping around your thighs and hoisting you into the air. 

Johnny gives you a devilish smirk as he hovers you inches away from his cock. "I never back down from a challenge, lass." 

He eases into you slowly, lowering you down and stretching you on his length, each delicious inch pushing its way inside in an almost torturous way. He’s not as thick as your husband, but he might just be longer, as he finally seats himself inside and the tip of his cock bullies your cervix. 

"Fuck, fuck." The sigh that releases from you is beyond shaky, betraying the deep effect Johnny’s cock has on you.  "So deep." 

"He feel good, love?" John asks, stepping up behind you, his voice close to your ear and his hands guiding you up and down the other man’s cock.

"Y-yeah." 

He clicks his tongue in approval, speaking again with honeyed words that make you keen. "Good girl, keep taking him for me." 

John mostly watches, his hands remaining on you, yet passive, as Johnny starts to move. The younger man thrusts with fervour, bouncing you onto his dick over and over and over again, not satisfied until he has you crying out for more and babbling. 

Johnny certainly knows how to move his hips, knows how to fuck—he eases off the second you show any discomfort, and is quick to learn the exact pace and motion that makes you moan the loudest. If you could think straight, you’d wonder if John had already given him strict instructions on exactly how to fuck you. Of course, he’d have planned this to a T.

Your nails scrape up Johnny’s muscled back, clinging to him desperately as he continues to shove his cock into your wet hole, as John’s hand snakes around your waist to toy with your clit. Both men are clearly intent on ruining you. Your insides twist, your head falling back into your husband's chest as you just feel.

Johnny’s hips abruptly stop, buried deep inside you in a way that blanks out all your thoughts. "Need your help, captain." He grumbles over your shoulder.

"What with?" 

"Think she needs her husband's cock inside her too. Stuff tha' pretty cunt completely full, yeah, bonnie?" Johnny raises a brow at his captain, waiting for the man to make a move. 

Each second drags as your husband considers the situation and you're left needy and waiting, Johnny's hips entirely still—John's hands on you inactive too. 

The idea of being stretched by both of them at the same time sends you wild, two gorgeous cocks stuffing your hole full. 

"Please, John." You start to babble, unable to control your own pleas. "Need you both, need you both, need—" 

John's cock slides between your ass, nudging forward until he knocks against where Johnny is buried inside you. The sensation on its own has both you and Johnny bucking.

"That kind of thinking'll take you far, sergeant," John whispers before his fingers crawl down your skin to where you and Johnny are connected, and he starts to guide the head of his cock into your hole. "Shhh, nice and slow, gotta stretch you out for both of us, love." 

“Gonna be a tight squeeze, bonnie.” Johnny mutters, his voice showing signs of further strain as his captain’s cock rubs against him.

The stretch is painful, John’s girthy cock bullying its way inside and forcing you to accommodate him alongside the sergeant—you know you won’t be sitting right anytime soon, and you couldn’t be happier.

Your hole burns with each inch your husband slides in, pleasure only beginning to come when his head brushes against your g-spot—after that, he slips right in, your cunt reshaping itself in acceptance and swallowing his cock.

"Fuck.” You pant, barely able to catch your breath, and no one has even moved yet. You can’t think straight, can’t breathe right, can’t even really contemplate the way your body is being overwhelmed by the two men. All you can do is whine and moan and cry out. "It's too much!" 

John holds your hips steady as he presses kisses to your shoulder, and Johnny runs a hand through your hair—both men cooing reassurances at you.

"Ye can take it, fer me and the captain. I know ya can." 

“You can do the work, sergeant, make her feel good, yeah?”

Johnny nods once before springing into action, his cock gliding out of your pussy before forcing its way back in, squelching against John’s length as it goes and drawing groans from both men.

It doesn’t take long Johnny's pace to escalate, as he shoves in repeatedly and thrusts both his own and John’s cock deeper inside you. You feel your brain slip into a haze of pleasure, all thoughts becoming incoherent as moan after moan makes its way from your throat. 

"There we go, love. Stuffed full of two cocks, how'd you like it?" Your husband asks before turning your head to face him, and then devouring your lips in a passionate, loving kiss.

"Love it, love it so much." You whisper against him. "Fuck me, John, Johnny, please."

The two men thrust together momentarily, forcing you to the limit of what you can take from both of them—smirks dance across their faces, both beyond pleased to have you pinned between them.

"Cannae wait until we're both filling ye with our cum."  Johnny purrs as he buries himself deep.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you, gorgeous girl?" 

[lostintransist]

This Bunny Bites | Part 6

Check out part 1 here. Shout out to @gildui for the use of divider!

Stubble man knocked at the door at a mere ten AM. You squint at him past the bright light that shines into your eyes from beyond his head.

“Da fuck do you want?” You don’t even pretend to be happy to see him.

“Well I have your contract for review,” he waves a stack of papers in one hand.

“And I bet you want to take a seat on my couch while I review it right?”

He pulls a face of ‘Well that’s not a bad idea’. This man knew how to talk himself into someone’s bed, this had the feel of a tactical maneuver. You knew wearing your ugliest jammies to bed last night had been the right move. They covered everything from wrist to ankle.

You roll your eyes, you did not have nearly enough sleep for this nonsense.

“Touch anything and I’ll superglue your fingers together,” you step back and point him to the couch.

Once he clears the doorway you shut the door and engage the deadbolt. You had gotten to sleep about two AM but ten still felt too early to be upright. You make yourself a double espresso with creamer.

“No offer of a drink to your guest?” Stubble jibes from the couch where he has spread out.

“Guests receive manners, invaders will be lucky to escape with their lives,” you slurp at your drink.

You clock the eye twitch at the sound, so many people hated it. You move to one edge of the couch, flicking your fingers to indicate he should move further down. He does, turning to face you on the couch. One leg tucked across the seat he stretches out his arm along the back of the couch. You settle in, legs tucked under you. You place your coffee on the table and pull the contract into your lap.

The document is thick, legal jargon mucking up every sentence. You parse through it, pausing occasionally to finish off your drink before it becomes too bitter to stomach.

You come across a line you will not abide by and glance around for a pen. The man on the other end of your couch notices.

“You needin’ something?”

“A pen.”

He pulls one from a pocket in his pants. You look him up and down, deciding if a pen would obligate you to a conversation.

You take it by the proffered end, careful to not brush him.

“So, do you like what you do for work?” his voice is light as if this question isn’t a trap.

You sigh, “Three questions, that’s what I will give you but only if you keep silent until I am done with this document.”

He shrugs, “Fair enough” Leaning forward he offers a hand for shaking. “I’m Gaz by the way.”

“What an interesting name,” you shake his hand with a cold fish grip. Every choice you make around men is to make them underestimate you, to ignore you, or to manipulate them exactly where you need them to push them off a cliff.

“And your name?” he probes.

“Since it’s on this contract I am going to assume you know it,” you begin to strike through portions of the contract and initial them as you go.

“Your brother calls you bunny.”

“My half-brother lost the right to call me that a long time ago,” you snarl at the paper.

“Half? He didn’t mention.”

“I wonder why not,” you snap, “bet it would make him look better if he mentioned it.”

You take a deep breath, feeling the rage slip through your veins like syrup.

“What happened between you two?”

You glance at him from your peripherals, “You using that as one of your questions? Because I won’t be answering it if so.”

“Nope, just talking out loud,” he smiles at you, a practiced ‘look at how cute I am’ smile.

You humph, turning all of your attention back to the papers. It takes you another ten minutes to get through the last of the document. You set the pen down on the stack and stretch out your neck, finger rubbing into your muscles.

“I could do that for you?”

The glare you toss at him is acerbic.

“You’d have better luck with a man you closeted bisexual.”

His jaw drops open, true shock on his face.

You scoop up the contract and drop it in his lap. “Now if there is nothing else I would like to get back to my day.”

Standing you snag your cup from the table, walk into your small kitchen, and wash the single mug. You place it in the small drying rack. Rubbing your hands over a towel you find Gaz still seated on your couch.

“Don’t you have someone else to bother today?” You toss the towel across one shoulder. If he leaves soon you should have time to vacuum before getting over to Mrs. Johnson’s house.

Once a week you helped Mrs. Johnson clean her bathroom. She had fallen a few months back and could no longer safely clean the toilet or shower. You worked with a nonprofit that connected able-bodied adults with aging people in the community. Mrs. Johnson had been a pinup girl in her heyday and didn’t judge you for how you made your money.

Gaz looks up at you, distressed. “How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That I like men?”

“Ah,” he must not have told anyone yet. “Call it an educated guess.”

His brows creased together, lips puckering.

“I hate that answer.”

You shrug, not much you can do about his feelings.

“Tell your boss to call me after he reviews the changes. I need to know what the hell is expected of me so I can get ready for it.” You move to the front door, done giving subtle hints.

You unlock and open the front door, waiting for him to get the hint.

He finally does as the sunlight filters into the room. He stands and stops just before you.

“Really, an educated guess?” he sounds as if he still doesn’t believe you.

“Yep,” you pop the p in your word. “Now shoo, I have things to do.”

He leaves, steps barely making a sound as he bounds down the three flights of stairs to the parking lot. What is it with men and not believing you?

Gaz wondered about you clocking him so fast, he had only just confronted the fact himself that he was attracted to men. He thought on it the entire drive back to the house Price had set up for them to use while out here. Parking and entering the house were background functions to the fact someone knew his deepest secret.

He dropped the contract on the table next to the chess game going between Ghost and Price.

“Everything go alright?” Price questioned without looking up. He rubbed at his beard, something he only did while deep in thought.

“Well enough, she made adjustments and requested a call,” Gaz reports. He reviews the board, they were evenly matched at this point.

Ghost tended to win their matches. He had more time in his head to run games since he went out on so many missions while Price tended to get trapped behind a desk and filling out paperwork.

Gaz left them to their game, pulling out his own. Slipping on headphones and taking a seat on the couch he settles into his farming game, a mental break to all the destruction he usually wrought.

Your words rattle the boxes in his mind ‘You closeted bisexual.’ What a way to start a long job.

Part 5 | Part 7

Masterlist

[beforeimdeceased]

abby wearing her strap on asking you to ride the bulge and beg her to fuck you and she’s not gonna do it until you sound as desperate as she wants you to…i need a glass of water

[virtual-bunny]

Gojo and Squirt

bunny’s note: i haven’t been able to write a lot bc i have no motivation and it honestly upsets me, so this is probably trash

pairings: Gojo x chubby reader

WARNINGS: overstimulation, force, a bit of dub-con, short “fic”

Gojo would whine when you squirt.

Like he would be fingering you, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Please baby give it to me, please please.” He would whine.

And you have no idea what he’s even saying because his fingers feel way too good and you just keep gasping and moaning and tossing around the bed, holding onto Gojo’s hair.

Your moans turn into heavy breathing as Gojo starts too eat you out like his life depended on it, looking at you and fingering you without stopping, his face and hand covered in your juices.

“Satoru-!” You whine, but Gojo is in a trance, he could feel his arm and hand cramping up but he didn’t care. Your poor pussy was so sore it started to hurt. You tried pushing Gojo off but he would grab your wrist and look up at you.

“Don’t move me.” His face was smeared in shiny and white juices, his eyes so darken, you felt like could cum just by looking at him like this.

You tried to tell him to stop but he just couldn’t, he wouldn’t and didn’t stop.

Gojo liked to hold onto your love handles, squeezing them so hard it would leave marks. He loves holding onto your tummy for support, to bring you in closer. But it also made him go faster, and faster, and faster

So you squirted again, your whole body shaking, Gojo having to put his arm on you to restrain you. You cried out, telling him to stop, but Gojo would just laugh, thinking it was so funny that he could make you react this way.

And although you kept repeating to him that “is too much Satou~”, he didn’t care, he was selfish. He moaned and groaned every time he licked you, jerking himself off to your taste. (and your cries)

You were overstimulated, barely thinking. It didn’t matter how many times you’d tell him to stop, he wouldn’t listen. As time passed, you’d realize that Gojo never listened to your protests. You think it’s been about maybe an hour or so, and he was still going at it. Gojo only took two breaks.

One of them was to drink water.

And the other one was to make you sit on his face.

You had protested because you were self conscious, but Gojo only groaned and rolled his eyes, pushing you onto his face, his strong arms wrapped around you.

You didn’t even know you were grinding on his face until he gently pushed you away.

“I thought you didn’t want anymore?” He’d grin, but you didn’t hear him, you thought you’d lost your senses, the only thing you could feel was how your pussy was pulsating.

Gojo kept going, he didn’t care that you were crying, and he didn’t care that you felt like your soul was getting sucked out of your body, so you just let him do whatever it was he wanted to do to you.

You were his toy after all.

[cositapreciosa]

I love Kitty so much and I never realized it😭 I just love the way you portray his carelessness and wilderness. Can I request something about him helping muse get out of her comfort zone/challenging her to bring out the wild in her too

Salvaje

Arturo '' Kitty '' Paez x female!reader (use of spanish female pet names, you are wearing a skirt, mention of drug use/alcool, beating someone up, the usual for the show), 2309 words

a/n : Another Kitty fic for the fam 😌 i am begging plz someone get on the Kitty Paez gif train, I am this close to paying @yourlocalspacewitxch and yall know that means i'm having a mental breakdown

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

‘’ Ven pa' cá. ‘’ Arturo looks up to you as you stand in front of him, raising his beer to his lips ‘’ Sit with me. ‘’

On his lap he means, you can never seem to be able to sit on a chair when he’s in the room. His embrace is inviting, legs spread on the leather booth, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. It’s for the style, mami, he always says, It’s not church day today, is it?

‘’There are other people in the room, Arturo. ‘’ you scold him.

The music is loud around you, flashes of blue and pink lights spreading around the floors and across your face. It is always a bit too public for your liking, when he pulls you down to him and tucks you to his chest, runs his hand on your thigh,

‘’ They won’t tell your mom we had sex before marriage if that’s what you’re scared of. ‘’

‘’ ¡Ay! That’s not it, grosero. ‘’ you cry out, eyes wide. After a minute, you cave in with a sigh, falling down next to him.

Saying no to him has proven time and time again to be difficult because you did want to sit on his lap most of the time. His arm moves around you, fingers wrapping around your hair, playing with the strands. His thigh is warm against yours. It tugs at your chest but you still do it, stretching your legs over his lap, sliding a bit closer to his side.

‘’ You know you don’t have to if you don’t want to. ‘’

You had never been the most outgoing person, preferring to stay in your routine, the things you knew and could stick to, never one for public affection. That is until you started going out with Arturo Paez of all people,

‘’ I know. ‘’ your fingers caress his jaw, ‘’ I don’t mind it tonight. ‘’

His eyes look at you over his glasses, questioning, laughing. He always knows. You roll your eyes, pushing his head away from yours with a laugh,

‘’ Alright, alright, I feel so fucking exposed right now. This skirt is way too short. ‘’

He kisses his teeth, smiling as he tugs the material down your thighs a bit,

‘’ I mean, it does look super hot and long enough in my opinion. I can give you my jacket if you want? ‘’

You shake your head, taking a beer from the table. When you first met him, you thought nothing good would come out of it. In a way, Arturo was everything you weren’t, and what you believed was going to be a summer fling, rapidly turned more serious as the weeks went on. For someone so careless, he did take great care in respecting your boundaries and making sure everyone around you did the same,

‘’ I’m good, guapo. I wanted to wear it, I’ll tough it out. ‘’

You take a sip from your beer, looking around. The second floor of Roxanne always seemed to be the place everyone would end up. You didn’t mind it, free drinks, good company, and the once-in-a-while heart attack while trying to keep Arturo out of fights. I won’t let them talk to you like that, he always shouts, throat raw and sunglasses on the floor. He tends to be quick with his fists, your man, and as much as you wish you could be there every time to stop the blood from spilling, you know it is simply impossible.

You feel your legs slip from his lap as he stands up. He makes sure to pull your skirt down one more time before straightening up,

‘’ You want something else to drink? This tastes like piss. ‘’

You snort, pushing the bottle into his hand for him to dispose of,

‘’ Please, I’ve never had a beer this disgusting ever. ‘’

‘’ I don’t even know why you always take one anyway,‘’ he retorts with a smile.

‘’ When in ‘dumb boys who only drink piss-tasting beer’ territory, do as the dumb boys do. ‘’

He laughs, taking your chin between his fingers, teasing.

‘’ I’m pretty sure this is not how the saying goes, mami. ‘’

Your hand presses against his stomach, pushing him away playfully. The smile on your face is wide and genuine. There’s something intimate about the moment as if the music slowed down and the lights stopped throbbing,

‘’ I’m pretty sure you don’t even know what the saying even is. ‘’

He mocks your words back to you, brown eyes rolling behind his shades,

‘’ You want that cocktail, sí o no? ‘’

You nod, keeping your mouth shut this time as you watch him disappear into the crowd. Months ago you would have stayed home on a Saturday night, you were content those days, alone and with few friends, doing your thing. You are still as content now as you were back then, when Arturo picks you up in the middle of the night, throwing rocks at your window, when he tells you to jump in the pool with him, telling you the owners are not coming home for weeks as he pulls on your bikini straps,

‘’ You’re Kitty’s girlfriend, right? ‘’

There are new legs in front of you, tight jeans and unlaced running shoes. Far from the colorful slacks and polo shirts you are used to seeing,

‘’ I guess you could say that,‘’ you answer back, looking up.

You have met him before, at another party, again all tight pants and unkempt shoes. You can’t remember his name, as much as you try, but you do remember Ramon telling you that he didn’t like him. Untrustworthy, he had said, a rat that would sell us out the second they come knocking. You didn’t realize what he was talking about at the time. They do let him hang out once in a while, something about ‘a big pool’ and ‘free shots’. His eyes are fixed on you, unmoving, glazed,

‘’ You guess? ‘’

Whatever fun you had is now long gone. You take a deep breath, he is way more in your personal space than you had realized. He is a man your age, you can tell, pupils blown, drugged out on god knows what, and with the confidence of a madman,

‘’ I would leave me alone if I were you. ‘’

He takes a step forward, knees bumping into yours. Your tongue rolls in your mouth, don’t bite, that’s what he wants, don’t do it. You can tell how sweaty he is from your seat, nose twitching,

‘’ Why? Cause he’s scary and all? ‘’

His fingers reach out, grabbing your cheek as if scolding a child, lips curling in anger. You shake his hand off,

‘’ Pendejo, I’ll tell you once, step back- ‘’

‘’ You think I’m scared of him?! ‘’

This feels personal at this point. You can tell. Whatever this is, whoever you are, it doesn’t matter. It’s all about Arturo, Kitty. You are not sure how it happens, how your fingers wrap around an empty beer bottle laying on the table, how the words coming out of your mouth sound so menacing, so not you,

‘’ Me tocas otra vez, and I’ll kill you. ‘’

He takes a step forwards and the bottle smashes the right side of his head, shards of glass flying around, biting into your skin. The movement is swift, precise, bullseyes. The music doesn’t stop, but the people around you do, standing still, waiting for what comes next. The boy hasn’t moved yet, head on the side, blood dripping down his face. That shut him up for sure. You didn’t miss how Ramon stood up from his chair in the corner of the room, darting toward you. What you did miss was how fast Arturo crossed the few meters separating you, smashing your cocktail at the boy’s feet. His hands wrap around the boy’s collar as he tosses him over the lounge table like a ragdoll,

‘’ Why the fuck you got your hands on my girl, hijo de la chingada- ‘’

Arturo raises him up by the shirt and slams him back down against the glass table, beer bottles rolling off the edge,

‘’ Why is it always you causing problems? ‘’ he shouts. His grip is firm, eyes wide, teeth clenched, ‘’ You didn't get the message last time, asshole? Had to try and get my girl involved too, hm? ‘’

You had seen your man fight before, how he spilled blood, how his blood got spilled. Never had you seen his knuckles so white, his shoulders so tense, his eyes so dark. You can already taste blood in your mouth before his fist hits the boy’s face, once, twice. His sunglasses are slipping down his nose more and more each time,

‘’ Arturo, please, ‘’ You take a step forward putting a hand in the middle of his back, your palm hurts at the pressure, bleeding. You don’t want this, you think, this is too much, ‘’ Bring me home, I just want to go home. ‘’

You can almost hear him breathing over the music, heavy and deep, using all the self-restraint he can muster. A minute goes by and you have to pull at his shirt, damp with sweat, to catch his attention. Silently begging him once more to let go. He steps away with a groan, pushing away whatever is left of the man. He turns to you, chains swinging, tangled.

Arturo grabs your forearm, his hand is soft on your skin, not tight, not tugging you away like you had expected, gently pulling you to the stairs out of the club. He gives Ramón a look on the way out, grunting a half-apology, half-he-deserved-it speech. His friend just stands there as others slowly start cleaning up after him, you know Ramón won’t accept his apology, as in his eyes there is nothing to apologize for.

The walk back to the car is silent. You can tell Arturo is still boiling with anger, unspent rage waiting to be used. You follow him still, whispering a soft thank you as he opens the door to the car for you. The leather seat is cold under your thighs and your eyes look out to him through the window, he stands still, hands perched on either side of the rooftop.

He is looking up at the club, lips pursed, biting his tongue. Don’t do it, you think, get in the car with me. After a few seconds, he does, pushing himself straight, walking to the driver’s side,

‘’It wasn’t worth it, ‘’ you tell him as he starts the car, ‘’ to go back and finish this. ‘’

He keeps breathing, in and out, hands tightening around the wheel every once in a while. His arm leans behind your seat as he rolls out of the parking lot. He glances at you for a moment, but still, he doesn’t speak.

You take a look at your right hand, there are no shards of glass stuck, but even if the blood has dried out in some places, it still hurts when you close your fist,

‘’ Is it bad? ‘’ he breathes out after a moment.

‘’ It’s fine, most of the glass ended up in his face anyway. ‘’

That makes him crack a smile, barely there, just the corner of his cheek pulling up. His eyes soften as he looks at you, for the first time since leaving the club,

‘’ Will you let me take care of it when we get home? ‘’

You look back at him, softly pressing your left hand at the base of his neck, caressing the shaved hair,

‘’ Of course. ‘’

His hand finds your thigh, resting it gently on the skin,

‘’ I didn’t mean to make you… uncomfortable, you know? ‘’

You sigh, your own hand falling back onto your lap. You play again with the dried blood on your hand, pulling at it. It scared the shit out of you, is what happened. You are not blind, you know what Arturo and his friends do when you are not around, you see the guns peaking out of their jeans and how the coke that they pass around is definitely from its original packaging. You are not blind, but you do care for him,

‘’ I just don’t want you to get hurt, is all. ‘’ you turn to him, forcing a smile on your lips, ‘’ I like your pretty face untouched, I can’t bring a scarface back to my parents’ house. ‘’

He scoffs as he leans forward and pinches your thigh. You squeal, pushing his hand away,

‘’ Don’t do that! ‘’

‘’ You really smashed a bottle on his head? ‘’

‘’ I- ‘’ you laugh, forcing his hand to stay on his lap, ‘’ I did. ‘’

‘’ I knew they said going out with me was bringing out your wild side, but, mami, that shit’s wild wild. ‘’

You roll your eyes, ‘’ It’s not like I’m an outlaw all of the sudden. I was just defending myself, I’ll let you know. ‘’

‘’ Well, next time you let that to me, hm? ‘’

‘’ I will be calling the police first. I am not bailing you out again. ‘’

He groans as he brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the skin,

‘’ You really are no fun. I’m here trying to be romantic- ‘’

He rabbles away, like he always does, about this and that, how it ‘happen only one time’, that he ‘paid you back’. You never thought Arturo and you would work this well together, a weird match, out of god knows where. You don’t mind it, you think, you can take it. The wild, the blood, the crazy.

As long as you're with him.

[rosenclaws]

Low key thinking about Logan x bunny girl reader…(don’t shoot me) Kinda like Aurora from league where she was just born with bunny ears and has this connection to spirits and stuff. But she’s also crazy smart and is like a huge help to the X-Men on missions and Logan can’t get enough of you. He loves teasing you until your nose twitches from anger and you tell him to fuck off. He loves riling you up.

You hate him (no you don’t) because he’s such a dick but he’s really cute and really good with kids and it’s not fair that he's got that stupid smug look on his face.

Lots of bickering, lots of flirting too.

Doing those simulation things with the kids and its non stop from the two of you.

“Careful hops, thought bunnies were supposed to be fast?”

“I don’t want to hear it Weasel.”

[harbingersglory]

i know i said more dom!reader blah blah blah sorry arlecchino rotted my brain severely. tmasc bunny!arle giving me severe brain damage /pos

(he/him prns used for arle)

at a glance, the big ears and small puffball of a tail might temporarily make you think Arlecchino is far sweeter then he actually is. how could anyone who looked so cute be anything but, right?

but you know better. you serve under Lord Arlecchino - literally. tucked under his desk while he makes you slobber and choke all over his strap. you barely get to breathe with his hand fisted in your hair, keeping you right where he wants you. if you've been particularly exemplary on your little missions, he might even let you sit on his lap. though whether thats worse or not is debatable, making you cockwarm him as he works. and you'd better keep quiet, too. he's not above muzzling you or just straight up shoving his fingers into your mouth to silence you while you squirm on his lap.

maybe if you last until he's done he'll fuck you properly. bend you over his desk and pound your pretty little holes until you're unable to stand. he'll still make you clean up his strap afterwards, of course.

it's when he's in a bad mood that he really gets going. sheds the act of polite, dignified little bunny. no, he's here to break you in and use you like the little toy you are. and you'll let him, won't you? drooling all over his strap when he fucks your throat raw, drags you into the nearest room the moment he sees you to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his cock stretches you out..

he's just as much of a mess as you are when he's this pent up, though. he doesn't bother keeping up appearances when he just has some pent up stress to get out. if you could even think straight you'd notice his puffball of a tail wagging and his ears drooping as he ruts into you, panting and grunting against your ear when you cum around his strap for the tenth time. you could almost swear you heard him whimper, but you'll be in a world of punishment if you mention it the next day (he absolutely did).

[thefallennightmare]

Vampyr-Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson Drabble

*all pictures for cover found on pinterest. gif made by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Vampire! Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. mentions of blood, drinking blood, sex(p in v, rough, oral with male receiving), spanking, choking, degradation, swearing, fluff.

Summary: Joakim had spent centuries walking the earth alone, desperate to find someone to share his soul with. When he saw you, your essence radiating from your beauty, he refused to taint you with his own blood. No matter how much you begged him.

Authors Note: So this is for @cowpokeomens Bunny Summerween! You can find her introduction post HERE. I'm super stoked about this! This stemmed from a little conversation between me and @thatchickwiththecamera. Enjoy loves!

Summerween Prompts: "Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will.” and Graveyard.

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The heels of my shoes clicked against the concrete as I walked down the back halls lit but the dim overhead lamps. My deep breaths echoed in the vastness in front of me as the door at the end of the hall came closer into view. 

Ruby moonlight from the blood moon broke through the giant window as I walked past it, dawning the hallway with such a vigorous light, it made my skin buzz with excitement for what was to come on Hallows Eve.

On the other side of the door I could hear soft chords of a guitar and a smile slowly crept to my face. The large door creaked and groaned when I opened it causing the man at the computer to slowly turn towards me. The inside of the room was a vast difference than the cold and dreary hallway I’d walked down. 

Dark eyes peered up at me from underneath a hat and through the facial hair around his lips, I saw a ghost of a smile. 

“You’re not dressed yet?” I asked with my hands low on my hips. 

“Käraste,” he sighed my nickname.

“Joakim,” I mocked. “The party starts in an hour. We already told Noah that we’d be there.” 

He set down the guitar on the floor at his feet before leaning farther back in the computer chair. Even though the large gothic estate was secluded in the middle of a graveyard, Joakim still managed to modernize the inside as the eras went on. The music studio was the most recent upgrade since I’ve lived here. 

“I’m ready,” he shrugged. 

I peaked a brow at his black shirt and jeans, the starkness of his white shoes standing out. His long hair was cascading down his shoulders.

“And what are you supposed to be?” I wondered. 

His tongue flicked over his teeth, the sharp fang catching his bottom lip and a small dribble of blood dripped over his chin. Something low in my gut burned with the need to lick him clean but knew that Joakim would deny me. 

Like he always did. 

“I don’t want to taint your blood unless you're absolutely sure, Y/N. It’s too pure for this curse.”

I was a mere mortal in his world of vampires, wanting a way in but never getting over the fear of what would happen if I did. As much as he loved me, Joakim would never get over the guilt if he turned me and I ended up hating what I became. 

Something I was afraid of as well. He wanted to make sure I was completely on board with the decision. 

Joakim was one of Sweden's oldest vampires, becoming the first in 1623 then creating a long lineage of vampires in his wake as he walked the earth for centuries with the hopes of finding someone to spend the rest of his eternity with. Two years ago he found me alone in a cafe with a book in my lap. He kept his secret from me for a long while until one night when the cravings for blood were too strong for him to ignore and I caught him with his fangs deep in my next door neighbor's throat. 

Joakim thought I’d be afraid of his true nature but in fact, I was enthralled. I wanted to know more. It confused me how he was able to walk out in the bright daylight without getting burned to which he informed me that his nose ring worked as a daylight ring, allowing him to stand in the sun. 

I was tired of this mundane life and was desperate for something different. An eternal life with Joakim. I’d love him with my entire soul and the idea that someday I would grow old while he remained his youthful self made my heart ache. But again, he didn’t want to burden me with his curse. 

“That’s the most pathetic vampire costume I’ve ever seen,” I snickered while rolling my eyes. 

Joakim raised a brow. “And what are you supposed to be?”

I smoothed down the leather jumpsuit. “Selene. From Underworld.” 

“Ah,” he mused before rocking back and forth in his chair. “Do we have to go tonight? I’d much rather stay home with you, käraste.”

His eyes raked over the top of my breasts that were exposed due to the zipper of my suit that wasn’t pulled close completely. 

“You’ve been working non stop the last few days. Bad Omens isn’t going anywhere, love.” I extended a hand to him. 

His dark eyes flicked down to it where it lingered for a moment before it rested back on my breasts and if he didn’t wear a smile, I’d fear something heavy was plaguing his mind. 

“You’re looking quite delicious, Y/N. Come here,” Joakim spread his legs wide, an open invitation. 

Something flickered inside of me, setting my skin ablaze with the intensity from his gaze, and I knew what he wanted. He needed another taste of me. While he refused to change me, he did love the way my blood tasted. He never drank from the vein in my neck because he was afraid of going too deep so he always drank from my wrist. It was a euphoric experience and it burned my soul in the best way. 

With his legs still spread wide, I perched myself on his lap and felt the cold skin of his arms as they wrapped around me. No matter how warm my body ran, it did nothing against Joakim’s always cold body. 

His heart, however, was warm with his undying love for me. 

I left a tender kiss to his lips, tasting the beer he drank earlier, and hummed in delight when his tongue slipped inside. I paid no mind to how we both managed to fit in the computer chair, his kiss being the only thing I could focus on. His sharp fangs nipped at my bottom lip and soon the taste of crimson mindled with our saliva causing Joakim to groan. His cock was aching underneath his jeans as he rutted up into me. 

“Käraste,” he murmured against my lips. “I need more of you. Please.” 

His begs were enunciated with a tight grip on my hips as he moved my body slowly over his cock. 

Pulling away from the kiss, I gave him my exposed wrist and with murky eyes, Joakim snarled his lips for his fangs to swell then sunk them deep into my wrist. 

“Fuck,” I panted, feeling the pull and tug of blood as it left my body. 

Inky veins littered around his eyes as the paleness of his skin soon began to shine with color. It was then I realized how long he’d gone without a proper feeding. 

“Joakim,” I shuddered while knocking off his hat to brush away the strands of hair from his face. “When was the last time you fed?” 

Still attached to my wrist, the orbs of his eyes told me the answer. 

Too long. 

“My love. You know I’m always here if you need to feed. There’s no need to starve yourself,” I reminded him. 

With a large intake of breath, he released his fangs from my now raw skin and his chin was stained claret with my blood; such an unholy sight. 

“On your knees,” he demanded, suddenly pulling me from his lap and forcing me to my knees. “Take it out.” 

My fingers worked fast to undo Joakims button and zipper, pulling his aching cock free. Beads of precum slip through the slit and I licked my lips hungrily at hit. Blood from the wound on my wrist dripped down as I grasped him, slowly moving my hand up and down. 

Joakim’s head fell back against the chair again, a breathy moan falling from his lips when I finally took all of him in my mouth. The taste of my blood and his cum was a glorious mixture and the need for more drove me wild. I craved to know what his blood tasted like. 

Did it taste sweet like his soul?

Did it have a tangy aftertaste like his cum? 

I swirled my tongue over the sensitive head and then began bobbing my head up and down in a fast paced motion; one I knew drove him mad. 

“Jag behöver dig för evigt, käraste,” Jolly ran his fingers through my hair to hold my head in place as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. 

I held him there for a long moment, sliding my tongue underneath his shaft which made an ungodly sound crawl out from his throat. All at once, I felt myself being lifted from the ground and wrapped my legs around Joakim’s waist. 

“Hold on tight,” he whispered in my ear. 

In a whirlwind flash, I felt my stomach drop then rise to my throat as we left the studio and ended up in our bedroom in a blink of an eye. He gently tossed me onto the bed and I giggled as I bounced. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your super speed,” I said. 

Joakim hummed low while standing at the edge of the bed, pants still undone and thick cock hanging over the band of his briefs. With swift movements, he then stood in front of me bare for all to see. I watched as he zoomed around the room to litter it with lit candles and soon, a melody of lofi and ambient beats filled the space. 

“As much as I love you in this costume. I need to see you without it,” he spoke with a growl and ripped off the leather from my body, peeling it away like a second skin. 

The everlasting glow of the flames casted him in an orange and red hue, showcasing every outline and color of the tattoos that covered his chest and arm. My blood had dried to his chin as his tongue lapped up what was left of the sticky substance. 

"Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will,” Joakim crawled over me leaving soft but yet rough kisses as his fangs dragged over the inside of my thigh. 

My nails dug into the thick muscles of his arms and pulled him up to me to drown myself in another one of his soul shattering kisses. His scent was all encompassing as it stained my skin and when I wrapped my legs around his waist, I felt the head of his cock brush up against my slick folds. He slid his cock up and down with slow strokes and I nearly whined while grasping at the clammy skin of his back. 

“Joakim, please,” I begged. “I can’t wait any longer.” 

Calloused fingers brushed back the hair from my face so those eyes cloaked with darkness could stare earnestly at me. 

“I’ll never make you wait for me,” he promised while finally slipping inside of me. 

Our groans of pleasure mixed together as the old bed beneath us creaked and scraped along the hardwood floors with every thrust. My back arched in an futile effort to make him go deeper. 

When we first began dating, Joakim was careful with me, never wanting to hurt me with his strength. But once I knew what he was, I made him vow to me to never hold back. I could take it. 

My squeals echoed in the large room as he pulled all the way out to flip me onto my stomach. 

“Fuck,” I cried when his palm laid a stinging slap to my perk ass.

“In the air. Now.”

Never wanting to disobey him, I raised my ass in the air so he could use two fingers to gather the wetness between my legs. Slow and methodical fingers played with my clit and I grasped at the pillow underneath me, bringing it closer to my chest. 

“What do you want, käraste?” 

Fangs grazed over my lower back and felt tiny little pricks, drawing blood. The flick of his tongue cleaning up the mess he left behind. Every little bite brought me closer and closer to the edge and I was ready to succumb to the euphoric bliss that awaited me. Many times before, I had an orgasm just from Joakim feeding on me, but now adding his fingers to my clit, it felt like my body was vibrating. 

Words were foreign to me all of a sudden so I pressed my ass against his hips which in turn earned another striking palm to the already redden cheek. 

“Words, Y/N. You know you need to use your words with me,” his deep voice demanded. 

“Please, my love. I want your cock,” I all but screamed when another three hard strikes landed. 

A gentle kiss to the angry skin. “Good girl.” 

My head fell to the bed when I felt him fill me up completely and this time, there was no holding back like he’d done before. His pace had a merciless rhythm as he wrapped an arm around my stomach while his other hand gripped my throat to hoist my back against his chest. Now as he fucked up into me, I let my head fall back on his shoulder. 

“Touch yourself,” he ordered with fangs leaving small marks along my neck. 

“Joakim,” I moaned once two delicate fingers began playing with my clit. 

It was all too much and I couldn’t focus on one of the feelings that ignited inside of me. 

While his thrusts were reckless, I could tell that Joakim was holding back from sinking his teeth farther into my throat. 

I exposed more of my neck to him with a silent invitation but I felt him shake his head behind me. 

“I can’t,” his grip around my throat tightened. 

My free hand reached behind me to bring his fangs closer. “I love you, Joakim. I won’t think less of you.” 

His hips stalled for a moment, an indication that he was close. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. Your wrist is one thing. The blood in your neck smells different.” 

Haze filled eyes looked up at him and I nuzzled my face in the hairs of his chin stubble. 

“I want to spend all of eternity with you,” I proclaimed. 

Something changed in the air around us with my words and there was a small flicker of light behind his eyes as they flicked down to the thick vein in my neck, it pulsating with the need to be tasted. 

Still connected, Joakim began to slowly drag his cock in and out of me, bringing me even closer to my release. My hand fell away from my clit, unable to focus on the sensitive nub, and I watched through hooded eyes as he bit down on the inside of his wrist. His blood dripped down my chest and onto the sheets beneath us before he brought it to my lips. 

“Drink, käraste. Drink as much as you want. You won’t hurt me.” He assured me with a soft smile. 

His blood tasted sweet like his soul but had a tangy aftertaste the longer I drank from him. Crimson pooled out of my lips, down my chin, and covered my body. The brilliancy flooded my mind, my soul, and it seemed that I was losing myself, dissolving in pure ecstasy and happiness. It was as if a part of me that lay dormant suddenly awoken as the hunger I felt grew tenfold and I was desperate for more. My nails dragged at the tattoos on his arm, trying to bring Joakim’s wrist closer to me. 

“Vi kommer för alltid att vara sammanflätade. Våra själar kommer att förbli ett, och vi kommer aldrig att behöva leta efter varandra eftersom våra liv kommer att leva tillsammans,” Joakim murmured in his mother tongue before finally plunging his fangs into my throat. 

The sound of skin ripping tangled together with our joined release, him spilling himself inside of me, and as new life breathed into me, Joakim professed his love to me with each pull and tug of my blood. 

[comet-forgot-you]

I NEEEEEED more bunny!reader plssss, like something about reader not being able to wait for amber so they fuck her in the car with their strap

YESSS

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

going go a club with amber, her grinding against you the entire time. you were already worked up with the outfit she wore and you wanted nothing more than to drag her to the bathroom and fuck her senseless. but you didn’t, couldn’t really.

you knew amber could feel the strap hidden beneath your clothing, her eyes meeting yours the second she ground against it the first time. “really?” she mumbles, her arms hooking around your neck, your hands holding her hips, guiding them with the music.

you smirk, “couldn’t help it, not when you look so fucking good, ambs.”

the second you left the crowded building, the booming music getting traded for the sound of rain, you were ready to pounce on her. you wanted nothing more than to fuck the girl until she was a drooling mess because of your cock, but you didn’t, you were waiting until you got home.

but of course you didn’t make it home, theres no way you could’ve. amber had taken your hand and placed it underneath her tight dress, the warmth of her cunt calling to you.

“amber,” you tried to warn. she says nothing, leaning over the center console to press a kiss against your shoulder, her grip tight against your wrist. she teases you until you cant take it anymore, pulling off to a dark, empty parking lot.

the moment the two of you climb into the back seat, your pulling her dress up as best you can, your eyes meeting her lace covered cunt. your lips meet hers as you struggle to unbuckle your pants, fighting them until your strap is free from its refines. you tug at her panties, pulling away from her to tug them off of her legs.

“you’re such a fucking tease, amber. wearing this dress, touching all up on me, do you know what you do to me?” amber shakes her head, a needy look in her eyes as her hands come up to massage the base of your ears. she knows it’ll break you. she knows you can’t help how it shuts your brain off, the only thing left on your mind being the need to fuck her until neither of you can move anymore.

and it works.

you run the tip of your strap through her folds, collecting her wetness, before sinking into her slowly. you create a slow pace, your hand pressed against the window above amber’s head, your other one holding her hips down firmly.

you can’t keep your slow pace, not with the way amber teases your ears, and especially not with the sounds of her moans. you pick up your pace, a stark difference from your previous pace. amber’s moans are loud, her fingers shaky against your ears as you fuck into her roughly.

“fuck!” amber bites down against her bottom lip. her hands fall to your neck, wrapping around it, tugging you closer. “needed you to fuck me like h this all night. its the only thing i could think about, baby,” she murmurs against your lips. you groan out at the confession, your hand on her hip moving to hold her thigh, angling it until you’re able to fuck deeper into the girl.

amber’s whines make your ears twitch, they’re desperate and so full of need. you need to have her cumming around your strap now. “amber,” you whimper out, you don’t mean to, you just cant help it. her greedy cunt sucks you in and it makes you so needy for her.

amber lets out a whine, her body jerking as her orgasm washes over her. you don’t slow down, you can’t, you need more from her, you need to fuck her until you’re satisfied with your job.

and thats what you do, fucking her into the leather seats of your car until she’s a babbling mess, drooling against it, her cum leaking onto the seats below you.

[lunicho]

Thoughts on massage therapist hubby yeonjun who sees you’re tense and agitated after a long day and just has to offer his services. He starts out super helpful but your little moans here and there have him removing your clothes one by one under the guise of wanting to “help”. In the end he just ends up fucking you just how u like it to take the stress away :) -🧚‍♀️

oh i have to answer this rn ik i haven't been on here answering asks much but!!! i actually went to massage school and although i didn't finish this is just.... yum..

thinking abt him having a love for deep tissue work bc he loves to see you ball your fists and whine and get all out of breath,, loves the way you sigh in such a relieved way when the pain subsides and all that's left is your body feeling so much more refreshed than before. loves helping his baby feel better,, anyways 😁

he'd start off slow and helpful, trying to set up the massage table as quietly as he can in the middle of your living room, just in case you have a headache. he'd slide the coffee table over near the massage table and he'd set up some oils and some candles, your favorite ones to be exact. he'd worked at his studio this day so everything was left out since he hadn't put it back quite yet. he's naturally a flirt so it's normal for him to grab your arm, trailing his hand down to yours, interlocking your fingers as he brings you over to the massage table, relaxing music playing from the tv. he'd have already asked you to change into something tight as it's always recommended for ease during clothed massages. sometimes he'll straight up ask you to get on his table naked but his intentions are truly pure at first with this one. you always look so good in your sports bra and leggings.

he'd start by warming up your body, gently loosening you up. his hands would move skillfully amongst your body. he'd quietly remind you to breathe, even guiding your breaths with his own when he hears that you're still a little tense from your day. his hands easily locate your areas of tension, swiftly getting rid of them. he'd start off on your back, the whimpers that fall from you going straight to his cock. he can't help it!! the curve of your ass looks so good in his favorite leggings and your little whines don't help much either :(

when he has you flip over you can't help but take notice of his bulge in his sweats, but you don't initiate anything. his hands would continue over your body, adding more oil into his hands so he can slick his hands over your arms and chest, his fingertips slightly dipping into your bra. you'd moan on purpose when he does this, knowing he won't be able to resist for long. he'd have you pull the band of your leggings down below your belly button as well, hands dipping into your waistband once again. he's losing it a bit this time, his hand hesitating to go further into your pants. he'd mutter to you about how you should remove your pants so he can put oil on your legs and really help you feel relaxed and ofc you agree!! but with your pants gone it's not long before he's rubbing you over your panties, one hand squeezing your breasts. he loves when you're laid out for him, you're like his own little anatomy chart.

he'd play with your pussy, the oil on his hands providing some slick for him to easily glide all over you. he'd move down your legs, continuing to massage you more in between. i could soo see him standing at the head of the table, fucking into your throat while he plays with your clit 😵‍💫😵‍💫. but just fucking your throat won't do,, he'd wanna fuck you on the table, moving down to the floor later on, getting onto the couch after that even!! he'll go as much as you want, as long as he can relieve your stress 😵‍💫

[orangecarton]

Pt 2 Nordic Bunny x Reader WP (W.I.P.)

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Part one:

Here you are sitting in a sad break room chowing down on a bag of cool ranch doritos, because for some reason they didn't seem to have any other flavors. As you're munching Nordic Bunny tries to fit himself into one of the small break room chairs. They were obviously not meant for him but he seemed insistent on trying to sit there.

After a while he got himself awkwardly squished in the chair and triumphantly looks up to you.

"So huuuman, seeing as we are now friends AND hanging out. It is my right as your BESTEST BUDDY IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE!!!... to be asking you some... bonding questions!"

He laughs off to the side and mumbles something about being so clever and tricking us into handing over our "planetary secrets", whatever that means.

"Oh yeah sure man, shoot." You reply between chews. Nordic Bunny grimaces then shakes his head.

"First question! What are Shred Force's weaknesess?"

You ponder that for a bit. No one really knew anything about the two rascals that called themselves "Shred Force". They kinda were just... there. Every now and then there would be some sort of monster and then they would show and blow up half of the city you lived in. But you really didn' know anything about what they dealt with and who they were, being more preoccupied with your own life and problems.

"Hmmm, I don't really know. I've never really interacted with them."

You shrugged, grabbing another chip from the bag.

"Wha- You gotta know SOMETHING! Ugh... Ahem, well then what, pray tell, is the weakness of EVERY SINGLE HUMAN? AND DON'T YOU DARE THINK OF LYING TO ME!!!"

"Uhhh... Well, everyone is kinda different so I wouldn't really be able to say..."

Nordic Bunny scowled at this. Trying to save face you make something up on the fly. Those improv classes you took during highschool better not fail you now.

"Buuut, most humans are weak tooooo-" You look around quickly looking for "HuManIty's gReatEst WeakNess".

"-uhhhhh ranch?"

"..."

"... Liste-"

"OF COURSE! IT ALL MAKES SENSE!!"

"Huh?"

"You humans have MOUNTAINS of that stuff! You just can't live without it! OH, how did I not see it before?!"

He abruptly stands up, knocking over his chair, and grabs you by your arm. Dragging you behind him once again.

"WE MUST PLAN FOR MY NEW BRILLIANT AND AWESOME SCHEME!"

"What scheme?"

"We will steal ALL THE RANCH FROM EARTH! AND THEN NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO STOP US FROM TAKING OVER THAT HOPELESS PLANET!"

He laughs to himself, and you can't help but smile along with him. He has quite a nice laugh, in your opinion.

Walking back down the halls to his strange war room, the reality of your situation sinks in. You are stuck in space with a crazy 10ft tall guitar man who wants to take over the Earth... Hey, we'll at least you aren't hungry anymore!

You both make it back to the "war room". This time you get a good look around. It was filled with all sorts of tech, including a medium holo-Earth that Nordic Bunny seemed to gravitate towards. Towards the back end of the room was a huge window that made up most, if not all, of the wall. Around the sides were extra doors, lights, and tubes that you had no idea what they went to.

"Muahahahahaaa, oh yes I can see it now! We can even make little ranch stealing ROBOTS to do our bidding. AHahahahooo!"

He pulls you aside and starts rambling on and on about his plan, and you listen intensively. He just seems so passionate and creative! You can't help it!

A couple minutes later he calls over some of his minions to bring over blue print paper and a table. When they arrive they are heaving over a big metal table with some paper and pens on top. The two minions let it down with a bang and Nordic Bunny rushes over to it enthusiastically. They seem out of breath, how long have they been carrying that?

After they collect themselves one of them turns over and sees you. They turn back around and nudge their partner whispering to them, they both are now just staring and talking to each other.

Nordic Bunny takes notice of this and spins around, looking back and forth between his minions and you. You honestly could care less about what anyone thinks, but you don't really want to get caught up in whatever space drama is going on right now. So you're feeling, reasonably, a small bit uncomfortable at the moment.

"DON'T YOU TWO HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO?!"

Before your eyes the two are blasted away by Nordic Bunny's hand and are now nothing but feathers.

"Wha- What the HELL?!"

You look incredulously at Nordic Bunny.

"Oh not to worry my dear compatriot! They are simply clones. Of MY design, might I add!"

He poses pridefully, looks back over to you then looks away awkwardly.

"Huh, uh cool."

Taking a breath in you walk over to the work bench he had been working at before to see unfinished sketches of what looks to be robot eels designed to steal... ranch. It does look super advanced though. At least more advanced than you could understand.

"Wow, you did all this?" You gesture to the blue prints and look up at Nordic Bunny.

"W- Why yes! I did!"

"Geez, this is some high level stuff. Super smart, and it looks so wicked!"

He appears to be taken aback by the compliment, donning a shocked expression on his face, then replacing it with a look of smug satisfaction.

"Of course it looks cool! Only the best made by yours truly!"

You snicker a bit at that and he grins then perks up. Grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you towards the huge windows you saw before.

"AND! AND! The robots will be produced over there! In my very own factory!"

Your eyes widen at the sight before you. Through the windows you are greeted by a production line of sorts, all kinds of machinery moving rhythmically and in pace with each other. You squint and look past the factory and can somewhat make out... a city?

"Impresive!... right?"

You look over to the validation seeking guitar and nod, stars in your eyes.

"This is so freaking cool, dude."

You turn back towards the window to keep gawking at the machines. Unbeknownst to you, the overlord beside you doesn't look at his factory, but at his new partner in crime. With just the same amount of fascination.

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(TYSM FOR READING AND FOR ALL THE POSITIVE FEEDBACK FROM THE LAST POST)

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