#bunny x reader

[peachyys-posts]

Basically the guardians with y/n

Bunnymund: (points at y/n crying on the kitchen floor) who did this

The guardians:…..

Sandman: *points at pitch black*

Bunnymund:*attacks pitch black*

Pitch black: HOLY SHIT

[kken-kenn]

• Bunny Blanc x f!reader

Bunny stood beside Alastair, arms crossed, ears against her head, and her expression sour. “The boys here act like they’re seeing a girl for the first time.” She huffs, while Alastair’s gaze falls to where she’s looking at, which was her crush, you. Alastair watched as Sparrow attempted to charm you, which really just meant calling you “hot” and trying to butter you up with his guitar.

Bunny huffed while Alastair gave her a sidelong glance, he sighed, knowing that Bunny would probably wallow in her own envious rage if he didn’t do anything. “Bunny, because you are my friend and I care about you, let me handle this.” Alastair walked toward you and Sparrow, the former simply brooding.

As Alastair got closer he could hear the interaction more clearly. You were giggling in amusement as Sparrow tried to woo you, playing his guitar and singing some random song he must have hard online. Alastair stepped up beside you. “Hey man, I need to take her real quick. Do you mind?” The Wonderlandian ask the red-head, who was far too deep in song to have heard.

Alastair gave you a deadpan look, his expression conveying the message: ‘Seriously? Him?’ You raised your hands up in surrender. “What? He plays guitar.” You said in defense of letting the rebel flirt with you, or more realistically, try to show off in front of you. Alastair just grabbed you by the elbow and started walking back to Bunny, leaving Sparrow in his own deluded little bubble. “Five more minutes and Bunny would have had steam coming out of her ears like a boiling teapot.”

Alastair practically shoved you in front of Bunny before walking away, probably to find Maddie. Bunny looked at you, “Did you like flirting with that boy?” She asked in a calm tone, yet her demeanor gave away her jealousy. You smiled. Grabbing her elbows you uncrossed her arms and adjusted the small top hat that sat on her head.

At your gestures Bunny’s ear stood tall, a smile growing on her face as she looked at you. “He was cool, but you know me Bunny, I’ve always liked girls better.” You wink, and Bunny laughs happily, her hands clasped together in front of her. “Really?” Bunny questions, her head tilted to the side curiously. “I like you, don’t I?” You ask, and Bunny’s face practically glows. Then confidently, she leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“I hoped you did, [Name].” Bunny replies happily.

[ominis-g]

Sickies

Bunny x (trans) male narrator, 18+, story and fluff with smut-adjacent content at the end. Word count: 3585. Narrator's name never used.

Summary: The Greek Class' second year, with you being in your third at Hampden, and thus a full year into knowing them all. You have a cold, and they are insistent on making you feel better. You have a crush on Bunny (and everyone knows it)

Author's note: I know DayQuil didn't exist as pills back then. Just deal with it. Chapter one of the fic I am writing for my own enjoyment. I hope you like it, too. Context: I am transmasc.

It was raining, and I arrived to the Lyceum much as I left: damp and miserable. Julian did try to help by hanging up not just my jacket but everyone’s sodden garments, but even those few hours there in warmth and writing with bunched up wet sleeves did not solve the problem. I squelched my way across the college grounds, hood pulled up and my bag hugged to my chest to save my books and work.

I sneezed once I made it back to my dorm, stripping off the now-soaked garments and donning my bathrobe to take a hot shower. I doubted that more water would make me feel better, but beyond a bonfire, I didn’t know what else to try. It did offer me some heat back into my bones, but after I was just sitting with all my blankets wrapped around me, staring at some inane show on my television, not having the energy to change the channel.

There was a knock on the door, and when I didn’t answer, they tried the handle and opened the door enough to peek inside. “Oh, shit,” Bunny said, and the door opened further for Cloke to look in as well. I blinked over at them. “You aren’t getting sick, are you?”

“Iunno.”

He stepped in, and I didn’t stop him. His hand came to my forehead. “Yeah, you feel really hot,” he stated, leaning over to look at me with an expression akin to a concerned puppydog. “Want me to call Francis? Henry?”

“It’s just the rain,” I mumbled, tightening the blankets around myself. “No need to worry them.”

“We’re going to this house party,” Cloke stated when Bunny didn’t reply to me. “Some liquor might be good for you.”

I looked over at him. “I gotta get dressed.”

They conceded, leaving to wait in the hall. I unwrapped myself to a blast of cold air, and shivered. I stumbled getting dressed in dry clothes, and finally pulling out my rain jacket. I buttoned it up securely and then went to meet the two friends. They insisted on taking my car, but Cloke drove, and I didn’t argue. I sat beside him, blinking out the window, cheek in my hand.

The house party was in a two-story across town, not too far. They could’ve walked. Bunny practically pushed me inside, and then a beer in my hand, bothering me until I downed it. After I had a refill, and he was sure that I wasn’t going to just pass out, he abandoned me. Cloke was already gone, but I didn’t overly mind. I found the couch and watched an increasingly irate game of poker as the players got hammered, taking shots with each fold. At some point, Cloke reappeared and pushed two suspiciously large pills at me, telling me to take them. It was a truly testament to how horrible I was feeling that I did.

They were cold medicine.

It was some time an hour after that that the party suddenly had amazing clarity. I left the couch and the game to wander around the house, looking for either of my friends. I found Cloke just as a girl was dousing him in the rest of her drink, and he turned from her, sputtering. She pushed her way past me to escape the kitchen, cursing me as she went past. I rose my eyebrows, then looked to Cloke.

“Classy.”

He was drying off his face with a kitchen towel. “She’s the freshman whore,” he explained. “Who was yours?”

“Nancy Fillman.”

“That fat bitch?”

“She used to be the exact opposite. Got caught in a bad relationship.”

“With food?”

“He was a really good cook, apparently. Kept her placated and in the abusive relationship with elaborate meals.” Cloke threw down the towel and gave me a look. “I listen to what people say.”

“Never tried for her, did you?”

“Not my type. I doubt my parents would approve, anyway.” I glanced back at the door, considering. “So why the drink?”

He sighed, patting his pockets for his cigarettes. “I told her her reputation.”

“Why?”

“I’m paraphrasing,” he clarified, pausing as he lit up his cigarette. “But that was the gist of it, yeah. Could be a nice hit– sure isn’t anyone else here worth a shit. Feeling better?”

“Yeah. Thanks. What was it?”

“DayQuil.” I sighed at him. “You’re more of a baby than Bunny is, sometimes. He’s the one that found ‘em. Knew you wouldn’t take ‘em if he gave them to you.”

“Well, thank you anyway. I haven’t seen him.”

“He’s around here somewhere. Couldn’t’ve wandered far.”

We went to the last place he had seen Bunny, but he wasn’t in the sitting room, or on the stairs, and Cloke looked in the upstairs rooms, but he wasn’t there either. We wandered aimlessly through the house, then finally found him outside. He had an entire bottle of rum, regaling a group of his fellows with some story about his family. I lit up a cigarette beside Cloke, and we leaned against the railing as we listened to him. As soon as there was a lull, Cloke called his name, and Bunny looked over with one of his signature smiles.

He came, bottle of rum and all, and I took it from him as he got closer. I took a drink from it, and it cleared the gunk from my throat wonderfully. “Feeling better, I see,” he said amiably.

“All Cloke’s miracle drugs,” I teased, and he frowned as he yanked the bottle back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, meanie,” Bunny said, poking at my jacket with his free hand until I handed him a cigarette.  We three stood there smoking for a quiet moment. “Why are you dripping?”

Cloke sighed out a long breath of smoke. “Karen.”

“You can pull better than her–”

“Not here,” he argued right back. “This place is dead. A regular sausagefest.”

“I know,” Bunny agreed, glancing over his shoulder, almost stumbling as he turned. “All the girls disappeared.”

“Getting plowed upstairs,” Cloke corrected with a shrug. Bunny made a face. “We were looking for you.”

“We can leave,” I put in.

I drove back to the dorms, parking in my space and turning off the car. Cloke muttered about a movie in his dorm and disappeared into the drizzle. Bunny was smoking a fresh cigarette, so he rolled down the window, staring out at the rain with an air of melancholy. “What’s the matter?”

“I thought this year would be different. But it’s more of the same.”

“It’s still early.”

“I know,” he sighed. “I thought I’d like having the dorm to myself, but without Henry there, I feel aimless. I can do whatever without having him remind me to do things– work, eating…” He trailed off. “How do you do it? Living alone?”

“I just do what I need to do first, knowing I can then do whatever I want.”

“Maybe I just need a supervisor.”

“This is your first time alone, right?” He murmured an agreement. “It’ll be an adjustment, but I know you can do it. You can always come to my dorm and I will yell at you like Henry to do your work.”

He actually laughed, finally looking over at me. “That might work, actually.” Then he seemed to remember something, digging in his jacket before pulling out a box. “Here. I grabbed the whole box for you.”

I took the box of miracle pills, tilting it to the parking lot lights to read it. “Thanks, Bun. That’s really–” Sweet. “Thoughtful.”

“Well, we can’t have you dying on us. Who will nag me then?”

I smiled at him, then realised it was probably too long and broke it off, tucking the box away in my jacket pocket. I set my hands on the steering wheel, staring straight forward. “So, what now?”

“You need rest,” he said in an imitation of my nagging tone. “As for me– iunno. Bed, too, I guess.” He flicked away his cigarette, watching the cherry fizzle out on the wet asphalt. “Unless you let me watch your television. Feed you pills.”

I changed into my pajamas and then let him in to my dorm. He locked the door behind himself, his jacket and shoes landing wherever on my floor. I didn’t care to scold him, untangling my blankets and laying on top of them. He joined me, one leg off the bed so we wouldn’t be too close, and I handed him the remote. He flipped through the channels repeatedly, and I relaxed, hugging my pillow as I watched the flickering screen.

We were started awake by frantic pounding on the door. Bunny clicked off the television with a rub of his eyes, replaced his glasses, then rose to answer it. Francis nearly fell into the room, but corrected himself quickly. “Is he here–” Bunny stepped away from the door so Francis could see me. He came over, his hands all over my face. “God, you’re burning up,” he complained. I blinked at him, but he looked instead to Bunny. “Cloke said you got him medicine–”

“In his jacket,” Bunny said, walking to it to dig through the pockets. He pulled out the box and handed it to Francis. The ginger turned it over in his hand, reading quickly, and then took out two of the pills. They forced them on me, with water, and I made a face as I took them. “When you see Cloke?”

“Breakfast,” Francis answered, petting at my hair when I laid back down. “Said he looked in a bad way, and thought I might want to check up on him.”

“It’s just a cold,” Bunny argued, though it was punctuated with another yawn. “I’m keeping him company.”

“We have class in a few. Think you can make it?”

“I didn’t do any of my work,” I muttered. “Not from yesterday.”

“It’ll be fine,” he promised, petting me some more. “I’ll get you some clothes.”

I apparently argued the entire time, but I don’t remember it. My mind cleared about halfway through class, and I looked down at my notes from Julian’s lecture to find them covered in doodles. I switched pages quickly, lest anyone notice, but everyone was entranced by Julian. Thankfully.

We all went to eat supper together, and Henry let me copy his notes. When I started rubbing at my eyes and sniffling, Francis was instantly there with more of the pills. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” Henry noted after I had taken them, and just staring at the glass of water. I looked at him. “You need rest.”

“Tomorrow’s Friday,” Charles said, picking at his food still. “We could go up to the country house. It’s been a rough first few weeks.”

I passed out in my bed upon us arriving, vaguely aware of someone pulling off my boots and collapsing beside me. I woke to Henry sitting me up and feeding me water, his voice deep and wavering before he let me back to the bed and I slept further.

When I woke on my own, I sat up sharply off the bed, keenly aware of the drone of a television but little else. A heavy hand came into my hair, patting me to maybe calm me. “We’re at the country house,” Bunny told me. “It’s the middle of the night. Relax.” I blinked at him, but did fall back to the bed with a groan. His hand stayed, fingers through my hair.

“What day is it?”

“Friday night.”

“I slept an entire day?”

“You needed it.”

“And you stayed?”

“Not the whole time. Henry read to you in Latin until he complained you were mumbling in your sleep, which Francis found amusing. So do I, to be fair.”

“Oh, no. What did I say?”

“Something about comparing my hair to gold, Rumpelstilskin, and quite a bit about Alice’s Adventures.” I turned my face into the blankets with a fresh groan. “You like my hair?”

“Please shut up.” He chuckled. I slowly sat up, blinking around the dark room. I saw the water on the table and downed the entire glass in one go. I left for the bathroom, refilling the glass twice whilst there, and then returned to lay beside Bunny with a long sigh. “Sorry.”

“It was funny.” I leaned against him for his warmth, and for a while we just watched his late night television in silence. “We can watch something else.”

“I’m not picky.” He shifted beside me, the remote tapping on his stomach. “Am I bothering you?”

“No,” he said, though I waited, because it didn’t sound like the end of the statement. “But I can go back to my room, if you rather sleep alone now–”

“No,” I said quickly, perhaps too quickly. He glanced at me. “What if I relapse before morning?”

“That’s true,” he murmured. “Henry would kill me if he knew I let you not be hydrated or something.” He relaxed beside me. “And eat. Make sure you eat something.”

It was a few minutes before I finally rose to go down to the kitchen to get something to munch on. It was sometime after midnight, and I stood for a while at the window, looking out over the drizzly countryside, shoving crackers in my mouth and forcing myself to eat them. I returned to the room with my arms full of crackers, cookies, and a few apples, struggling to open the door.

Bunny cleared his throat as I entered, placing his hands behind his head and staring at the television. I paused a step in, staring at him until he finally glanced at me. “I can give you more time–”

“I’m fine,” he insisted. I still hesitated until he moved the blankets to cover up his lap. “Are those cookies?”

I dropped my loot on the bed, handing him the packet of cookies. I climbed up beside him, accepting the cookie he offered me and we ate the entire pack in silence. I moved on to one of the apples, and he threw the empty cookie pack to the floor. I crunched noisily, and he glanced at me. I paused chewing and looked at him. He glanced again.

“You’re dripping.” I made a noise, chewing again so I could lick the juice from the bottom of the apple and take another bite. He was watching me. I stopped chewing, staring back. “Sorry,” he said quickly, attention back to his show. “I just never see you messy.”

“I’m hungry,” I defended with a shrug. He didn’t respond with anything, back to fiddling with the remote until I was done. I laid at his shoulder, licking the last of the juice from my palm, and then my fingers. I tried to ignore his glances, but it was making my face hot and very self-conscious. “What?”

“Nothing.” 

I frowned, but settled in beside him anyway. After a few minutes, I rose to get more water, and then returned to take off my trousers. I held them up to my nose for a sniff. “Maybe I need a shower.”

“Plenty of hot water this time of night.”

“Will you still be here when I get back?”

He threw me a smile. “I’ll be here,” he promised.

And true to his word, he was. I dumped my dirty clothes by my bag, soap landing back in it, and then stretched with a sleepy noise. He agreed, and I returned to the bed, slipping under the blankets and next to him. He leaned over to smell into my damp hair. “Better.”

“I do feel better, too.”

“You look better. Not as green and gray.”

I offered him a smile before turning to my pillow, hugging it so I could still watch the television. I had specifically laid down so we weren’t touching, but over the course of the show he kept adjusting so that our warmth was shared. It was reassuring, and cozy, and I drifted off at some point to the drone of the television and the tap-tap of the remote on his stomach.

It couldn’t have been much later when I was stirred by his movements beside me. I shifted to lean against him with a little noise, and the movements paused. His hand gripped to my thigh instead, tugging my leg to lay over his, and then his movements resumed. I could not go back to sleep after that; my heart was threatening to beat out of my chest as I listened to his stifled noises. His hand tightened on my thigh, head turned to my hair for a deep breath in. I dared to open my eyes to watch his movements under the blanket, illuminated only by the television screen, biting my lip. I shifted against his side, hand sliding to his opposite shoulder, and he let out a moan into my hair. His hand came to my ass, and nosed at my hair until I moved enough to meet his eyes.

They were hooded and so blue– I always forgot just how blue they were until he looked at me with them, and this look was one I wouldn’t soon forget. He held me there against him firmly, his lips falling open, and my fingers came into his hair, fingers wrapping around the golden strands to tug. He breathed out a curse, pressing our foreheads together, his hips shifting us up as he climaxed. His eyes closed with soft moans, just for me, and I smiled, kissing at his cheek, and when his head tilted, down his neck to relax there against him again. 

Bunny released his hold of my ass slowly, rubbing down my thigh and then back up with a deeply pleasured noise. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered after a moment of silence.

“I don’t mind,” I replied in the same. 

“It doesn’t make you uncomfortable?”

“No.” I adjusted against him so he could feel how hard my cock was, and then relaxed against him and his heat again. He took in a slow breath. “Feel better?”

His hand tugged at my leg so I and my cock was pressed completely against him. “Yes,” he finally murmured. “Now it’s your turn.”

“It won’t make you uncomfortable?”

“No, but if it does I’ll let you know.” He pushed me off of him, to my back. I laid there for a few seconds, staring up at the ceiling, and biting my lip. He took a hold of my arm and moved it so my hand was over my cock, and I finally gave in. My palm rubbed up my cock with a quiet noise before slipping under my boxers to stroke it properly. My eyes closed, shifting on the bed to be more comfortable. Knowing he was watching was fuel enough, remembering his noises, the feel of his hand on my ass, but then he shifted closer. His palm went to my lips, and I took in a breath of his skin before my mouth opened to lick at his palm, and to taste his cum. Fuck, he tasted good, and I moaned as I licked again. His hand moved so I could clean every part of him, between his fingers, and he let out a pleased noise to match mine. 

Then he just leaned against me, lending his heat and weight, his head under my chin and watching me stroking my cock. My free hand went to his hair again, running through it and letting out another moan. I started to properly pump my cock then, hips up against his weight, and further when his leg laid across mine to weigh me down. I cursed softly, tugging hard at his hair, and he leaned his head up, shifting to lay further over me so our eyes could be together, and then his forehead to mine. My head tilted, and our breath stayed together until I climaxed, pressing up and against his weight again and again, hand down to wrap between my thighs so I could get his heat against my cock, moaning for him with each thrust.

He tugged my arm up, hand tight around my forearm as he leaned up just enough so he could bring it to his lips. His eyes closed with a deep breath of my scent. His tongue began cleaning off my hand as I had cleaned his, and I whimpered softly as I watched. He didn’t stop, but there was a hint of a smile as he continued.

When he was done, he released my arm, and it fell to his back, and then the bed as he rolled off of me. I closed my eyes with deep breaths in, my head swimming with the mix of true pleasure and confusion. It was a long few moments before his hand came to my shoulder, and I looked over at him. He tugged at my cloth, and I shifted closer. His arm fell to around me, pulling my back against him. His other arm slid under our pillows, and I moved only to cover us with the blankets properly. I relaxed with his heat against my back, our legs together, and his breath against the back of my neck. My fingers ran along his arm around me, up to his hand, and pushed my fingers through his. He opened his hand to allow mine in, his hold tightening and not releasing any part of me.

I had never felt so safe.

[senka-mesecine]

Hai! What do you think would be the boys’ favourite physical feature about their lover?

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― For Taylor, regardless what he might say about wanting to be a non conformist and stepping out of the bubble of the path his affluent family paved for him, when he sees you well dressed, and for the lack of a better word, dolled up, it's just game over. Done. He's gone. Fog in his head. He's all puppy eyes and lovestruck. Zapped like lightning. And it's not so much about just one particular physical feature of yours as much what you can do with them all combined and just how drop dead gorgeous you can be when you go all out and present yours in the best light you have. I'm talking hairdos. Elegant attire. Jewelry. Finely groomed nails. A flattering lipstick. The whole shebang. Perhaps if we had to single out just one thing, it might be the hair. Sees you, an absolute smoke show with some well groomed hairdo in a dress that seems like it was tailored to the nines specifically for your measurements and he's a lost cause. He's the type to be passed by you as you walk on the street and take a long, hard stare after you because my god, that's a sight. You don't see that every day. His mouth is possibly a tad bit open too. Turns out (slightly cynical, disillusioned) college boy doesn't revile and resent the comforts a bit of glitz can bring that much after all. Which...isn't an easy thing to admit. That he adores how stylish you are when you really want to be. You're a showstopper without it, but damn, with it?

― Tits and ass...is what O'Neill might say if any of the boys ever asked him...and even if they don't ask him, often humblebragging macho nonsense entirely unprompted, but in reality? When he's all alone with you? When there's no audience? Nobody to impress? Suck up to? Man probably likes oddly wholesome things that entirely don't match up with the prick he usually is; He likes dimples. Likes the odd freckle here and there. Likes moles. Likes the way your nose squints cutely when you giggle. Or when you sneeze. Oddly precious bunny teeth. How tall or short you might be compared to him. The discoloration of an awkward tan or a bikini line. That little pouch on your stomach that's so soft. How adorable your toes are when they wiggle. Jesus Christ almighty and for a man known mostly as a brown nosing asshole the things he likes on you physically are actually, contrary to all popular belief weirdly pure because he's one man professionally, in the army, and a completely different man, with you, behind closed doors. Doesn't mean he doesn't like your tits and ass, oh, he adores them, but point is, he's uncharacteristically fond of physical features and attributes that might actually be easily brushed off and overlooked, especially, you know, supposedly by people like him. But, while he presents one thing he just entirely worships all of these features to astounding degrees. He's an absolute simpleton for you, plainly speaking.

― Remember how I said O'Neill might put up a deliberately macho front in front of other men when talking about which favorite physical attributes he'd single out on his significant other so he'd impress them? Now, brace yourselves. Because with Bunny, there's no putting up a front or joking about it seeing as how his favorite feature is your pussy nonironically. He openly says it's your pussy. Entirely means it too. Kid's as blunt as a doorknob and proud of it too. Like, why should he hide it? He sees no reason. Bunny's, in fact, convinced, everyone else is a liar and he's just saying the unspoken thing everyone's secretly thinking outloud. The notion makes him laugh. Don't get me wrong, everything about you is worth salivating over, but that part of you? Yeah, he loves how it looks, loves its color, its texture, the shape of your lips, its smell, whether you're hairy or not --- everything. Could talk about it for hours. Could draw it too. In fact, he might. To a degree it's hard to deduce whether it's a disgusting, blatantly fetishistic fixation or weirdly cute that he's just so shamelessly into your cunt. He can't help that it's so pretty, you know? Might just give it a nickname too, or several, one of those nicknames being...oh, I don't know...Bunny? What else? He names his favorite thing after himself; makes total sense to him. The world's so simple and easy when you're Bunny, baby.

― The eyes. It's all about the eyes for Elias. Not so much what their color is, because that doesn't matter to him as much as the eyes themselves do and the person they belong to. Their sheen. Their shape. The way you flutter your lashes around them unknowingly. They way you do or don't do your make up. The way you're focused or unfocused with your eyes. The odd specks and tiny veins in them. The way they reflect unspoken things. The way your eyes smile even when you don't. How they reflect the light and become even brighter in the process or stay entirely and unchangingly black because their shade is just that dark, like the deep sea. He loves all the ways they're a direct mirror to your soul. He relishes looking at them as much as he relishes you looking at him with them. If you're not one for direct eye contact and you're generally more on the shy side of things he might occasionally lean down his head to your eyelevel, trying to playfully catch a glimpse of your gaze beneath low lids and grin regardless if he fails or succusseds because it's a pleasure to do so and he's almost softly teasing you doing so. In fact, Elias might just wordlessly smile merely at the sight of reciprocated eye contact with you; you look at him, perhaps by accident, perhaps intentionally and he just beams up on the spot with happiness. Full mega watt twinkle on display. It's like the man has just seen the face of God right there and then. And baby, did he ever.

― Rhah loves your curves. How they wind. How wavy they are. How full. How thick. How they're shaped like a pear or an hourglass. All the ways in which your thighs touch. How rounded your ass is. Your hips. The ampleness of bosom. Your tummy. How luscious and plump your cheeks are. Just likes how you seem like you lived a soft, comfortable, well rested life, taking care of yourself, perhaps to the point of it all being a tad bit decadent. There's a undisturbed, glowing healthiness to it that's oddly erotic and you downright remind him of the statue of some reclining deity, causing you to look perfectly inviting to lounge and get high with. To put it bluntly, my boy Vermucci's Italian and he enjoys women who look like they eat well and without shame. He openly acknowledges this too. Might just go on a full blown, overly intense semi-philosophical tirade how it should be the new beauty standard and how the world's a dark, dark place due to the fact it ain't. He's disappointed and there ain't no hope left. The boys listen to him intently, fully immersed and maybe even a bit intimidated too because Rhah sounds like he's talking about something with unbelievable theatrical gravitas, and to him, it does come with unbelievable theatrical gravitas because you're beautiful and everyone should see you the way he sees you. They're just plain wrong if they don't. They ain't never been right.

― King loves your legs to the point of being borderline manically heated about it. Why? Because the legs is where all the fun happens. Or between them. Or around them. Doesn't matter. Be they long, be they short, be they thin, be they stocky, shaven, unshaven, the legs, man. He likes to watch you walk. Likes to watch you run. Strut. Dance. Sit cross legged. That odd second when you shift idly to get more comfortable where you're reclining and you open them for a brief moment, giving him a peek and a preview. Likes them thrown over his shoulders and wrapped around his face. Likes cuddling up with your legs on either side of him like pillows. How they jiggle when you move or, in opposition, how lean and firm they are. Likes them as you put your stockings on them. Likes them as you rolled your stockings down. Likes them in a skirt. Likes them in trousers. Likes them bare and naked. Baby, it's non negotiable. In fact, you walk by and he could very well just whistle and holler at you looking at them because life's good when he sees a sight like this. It's one of those reminders he's lucky to be alive and alive to be lucky with you in tow. Mean's the worst has passed and now he actually gets to enjoy the thing he likes best.

― With Wolfe it's all about the smile because when's the last time anyone's looked at him and smiled with, dare I say, appreciation? Admiration? Awe? Like someone looking for guidance from him? With something close to taking notice of him? With pride? With kindness? Sure didn't happen often in the army (if ever) so when it does happen with you he's almost a lost, semi stuttering mess because that's new. That's new and he could get used to it. Which he does; very soon. Laps it up like a man starved. Might be entirely blindsided by it at first (might not even be sure if it's wholly intended for him or not) but he gets weirdly greedy of it soon enough because it's the most beautiful thing he's ever since and it's all for him. Directed at him. Intended for him. In fact, you could just smile at him and he might just get hard at the sight of it. In equal measure, you smile at someone else, perhaps entirely offhandedly and he's weirdly discombobulated and sulky about it. On other occasions? He's cockily half smiling like a weasel when he's introducing you and you give him a loving, adoring smile as he says your name; he can't wipe the grin off of his face almost as if to say 'Yup'. Mark might just get a bit more mean to people as a result, with the wind at his back, feeling like he's atop of the world. He can become something of an emboldened asshole because he has the most beautiful woman in the world smiling at him, so, you see, it's warranted that he's a bit of a prick. Who wouldn't be?

― For Barnes it's your smooth skin --- to put it bluntly; you're unscarred, unmarred, you've no harrowing signs of trauma on it, no scratches, no disfiguration, no wounds and even if you have some, what he'd see as a minor civilian affliction like the odd zit, your skin's just soft and quite literally perfect to the touch. Beautiful to look at too. Everything he feels he ain't anymore. You have everything he doesn't. It's exactly why he might have the habit of looking at you profusely without saying anything; because he's quietly admiring and assessing what he's seeing, a spot shared only by your eyes as his favorite feature even though that one comes with a tactical edge to him because he tends to look at them and hold your gaze as a way to read you. But the skin around it? The skin of your face specifically, more than anything? Your body? Your arms? Legs? Nothing matches that. He has the habit of idly trailing his finger along it and just commenting nothing focused on the texture of it, the feeling, the warmth, the slight features it might have, the occasional or not so occasional freckle, mole or total lack of it. Everything and anything. Even actual scars, that might seem like nothing in comparison to his but that's exactly why they're so fascinating. Might not be vocal about it but it's a vision to him. He can do whatever he likes to your skin; make a scar of his own or just caress the unblemished smoothness. It belongs to him, after all.

[mrscorcoran]

One more secret won't hurt / Bunny x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Notes: I saw a fancasting on pinterest and they put Dane Dehaan as Bunny, and like... yeah.

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Chapter 4: Critters on my mind

The Sunday hike lifts my spirits after the overwhelming Saturday I had. After Judy left, and with half a bottle of wine inside of me, I was able to sit down at my desk and get some work done before going to bed. The Frankenstein essay remains unfinished (unstarted if I’m being honest), but that one’s due in a couple of weeks so I’m not too worried.

I decide to take one of the southern trails that goes behind the dorms. It covers a few miles of woods, then goes down a steep slope, leading to a small creek, then back up to come out near the cafeteria in the eastern side of campus. I take my camera with me in case I run into any critters. I like decorating my walls with photos of my little findings. My favorites are the frogs and newts near the water. But with the temperature going down a few degrees every week into autumn, I don’t expect to find many down by the creek.

Despite my efforts to focus on the hike and the beauty of nature surrounding me, I still find myself going back time and time again to wondering about the Greek class. Were they all really as awful as Judy said? Not that I don’t trust her, but actors can be a bit dramatic, specially when trying to prove a point. Do classics majors have a dress code? Maybe they just enjoy dressing like pretentious dorks. They look good though. I look like I belong in the woods, living under a toadstool. ‘Cottagecore’ some might call it. Though it’s not so different from what Camilla and Charles were wearing.

I photograph a few moths I find perched on tree trunks. I think I see a snake, slithering away under a bunch of dry leaves, but it’s gone before I can even point my camera at it. I wonder if Bunny likes critters too, being nicknamed after one.

I wonder if he likes hiking.

I wonder why I keep wondering about all these irrelevant things.

I scold myself every single time my mind wanders back to the mysterious boy.

I eventually reach the end of the trail and spot the cafeteria in the distance. From there, it’s another 20-minute walk across campus to my room. I don’t feel like interacting with anyone, so I lock the door once I’m inside my room and spend the rest of the day listening to music and rearranging my critter photos to accommodate the new ones on the wall. Hopefully, the new week will go more smoothly. Maybe going to classes will help push the Greek class away.

Thankfully it does work. With each passing day, I find myself spending less and less time thinking about them. It also helps that they seriously disappear inside the green building all day long, and campus is big, so I don’t see any of them around. I go to my classes, do my reading, hang out with Judy, and avoid her friends at my usual spots. The routine resets my brain to its normal settings. However, as Saturday approaches again, I notice I’m more eager than usual to go down to the library. There’s no guarantee they’ll even be there again. But the hope that they might carries me seamlessly to the end of the week.

I walk into the library, shaking with anticipation, and to my delight, I immediately spot them sitting at the same table, Bunny happily chatting away in a similar volume as the last time. I can feel my brain chemistry rearranging itself and wonder if I should start taking some meds after all.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Wolf hybrid pack that was supposed to eat chubby bunny reader but instead take you in and use you as their little breeding toy.

They just kind of adore you, spoiling you with freshly picked fruits and vegetables, doting on their sweet little bunny as much as possible.

You want snuggles? They’re making a cuddle pile immediately, and you’re at the center. You’re hungry for something sweet? They’re ransacking the nearest village and bringing back every sugary item they can find.

They get into a lot of fights over who gets to breed you first once mating season comes around. You’re a bit afraid, seeing all these tall, needy wolves circling you like you’re a slab of meat.

It’s the first time they’re ever rough with you, pushing your soft body down and holding onto your hips as they rut into your fat pussy until you’re knotted over and over again.

Once they’ve all had a turn, they’re back to purring and cuddling into you, giving you little mating bites and cleaning you up.

You decide it’s worth it to get fucked out of your mind every once in a while if it means you’re treated like the pack’s princess. After all… it feels way too good being all full of cum and being bounced on one knot then another…

Being adored by an entire pack of wolf hybrids isn’t easy, but you’re a horny bunny, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[davinawritings]

Werewolf neighbor that can’t hold himself back from breeding you once he smells you ovulating.

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), Major Breeding Kink, Slight Overstimulation, Knotting

Pairing: Male Werewolf x Female Reader ( Reader could be read as human or monster or hybrid)

You had moved into his apartment complex a few weeks ago, and he had tried to keep his distance.

He had only really seen you on that first day when you were guiding the movers to your apartment, which happened to be on the same floor as his. You had given him a shy smile, and he quickly responded with a tense nod before entering his apartment and slamming the door shut, already feeling his cock hardening.

Unfortunately, he could pick up on your smell whenever you were in the hallway due to his heightened senses. It never failed to send his blood rushing to his cock, but he always managed to keep himself locked away in his apartment, rutting into his own hand.

As he hears your door unlock tonight, he waits for the inevitable moment when your delicious scent will hit his senses. Like every other day, it does, but it is much sweeter this time. His cock is almost instantly hard, and a low growl is involuntarily released from his chest.

All of his instincts are screaming at him to breed your fertile pussy, and he groans at the realization that you smell so sweet because you are ovulating. His legs move faster than his brain, and before he knows it, he is in the hallway and pacing towards the elevator where you are calmly waiting.

He grabs you and pulls you over his shoulder, causing you to gasp. “ What are you doing?” you ask. He doesn’t answer and carries you back to his apartment and bedroom. He lays you down on his bed, and you stare at him wide-eyed. He watches as your eyes trail over his tall body stopping on his throbbing cock, hidden only slightly by some gray sweatpants.

He smirks as you lick your lips. He quickly strips you of all your clothes, pulling your legs apart to settle his face between them. You let out a low whine as his breath hits your wet center. “ I’m going to get this pussy nice and ready for my cock, and then I am going to spend hours breeding this beautiful body. Got it? I’m not stopping until I’m sure you are carrying my pups”, he says, his voice rough with lust.

You moan out a simple “please”, your body on fire with need. He licks a stripe up your slit and moans, giving you a grin before burying his head in your pussy and eating you like a god. Every lick has you clawing at the sheets and moaning in pleasure.

He moves to fucking his tongue inside your already dripping cunt, and you cry out at the feeling. His snout rubs your clit as he shakes his head back and forth, and you scream as you cum on his tongue, back arching off the bed.

He crawls up your body and doesn’t wait for your orgasm to end before starting to push his thick cock into your still convulsing cunt. Tears come to your eyes at the stretch and overstimulation, but you just pull him closer, needing to feel him fill you completely.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good. So fucking tight around my cock. You can take it. Just a little more”, he tells you. You look down, already feeling so full, and see that there really is still more. You whine, gripping the sheets and bracing yourself for the last few inches of his impossibly large cock, wanting to take all of him.

His clawed hand wraps around your hip, and he gives one last hard shove, pushing the final few inches inside of you. “Such a good girl. Taking all my cock. Fucking perfect”, he says, and your cunt clenches at his praise.

He slowly withdraws his cock, relishing in your soft mewls, before thrusting back in and starting a brutal pace. He nips along your neck and chest as your hands claw at his shoulders and back. He never relents in his thrusts, loving the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock.

You cry out for him, your own release washing over you multiple times, but his instincts won’t allow him to stop until he has filled your womb with his seed.

He flips you over onto your stomach and enters you from behind, fucking you into the mattress. You moan at the new angle, his tip bullying your g-spot and your clit being repeatedly shoved into his silk sheets.

“I tried to leave you alone, pretty girl. I could fucking smell your sweet cunt each time you left your apartment and every fucking time I had to rut into my own fucking fist”, he says, each word followed by a harsh thrust.

“I tried, baby. I rea- fuck. I really fucking tried, but when you walked out today, I could smell this perfect fucking pussy ovulating. Your body practically screamed that it needed me to breed it. I just couldn’t hold myself back”, he growls out, and you feel his cock start growing at the base.

His knot starts catching on each thrust, expanding quickly with his fast-approaching orgasm. He switches to grinding, his knot no longer allowing him to thrust in and out of you. His cock rubs against your g-spot relentlessly as his hips grind your lower half into the bed harshly, your clit being dragged against the silk sheets over and over.

You scream in ecstasy as you cum once again, cunt clenching around his knot as you milk his cock for his seed. He growls loudly, claws digging into the mattress as his cum begins to fill your pulsing cunt, his knot keeping all of his cum locked inside of you. His short thrusts don’t stop as rope after rope of cum continues to fill you, the pressure and fullness making you whine.

After a few minutes, he finally stops and rolls you to your sides, keeping you pressed firmly to his chest and firmly locked on his knot. He releases a small chuckle when you give a small yawn and snuggle further into his chest. “Go ahead and rest, baby. You have a long night ahead of you once my knot goes down.”

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[xazse]

Ahhhh I loved your reader hybrid works, literal chefs kiss 😩🤌 can you pls pls pls do a bunny! Reader x Suguru and Satoru

You can’t!

Synopsis: Poor Bunnygirl and puppyboySatoru are experiencing the worst heats ever, good thing their owner Suguru is there to take care of them.

Notes: Hi I decided to bring in our Puppy!BoySatoru if you don’t like it just let me know and I’ll revise this entire thing for you!!

Pairings: Puppy!HybridSatoru x Bunny!GirlReader x Suguru

Warnings: Hybrid!Reader + smut + humping + Hybrid!Satoru + drooling + licking + penetration + lots of cum very nasty + Suguru is a good owner + collars

Suguru is exhausted when he read online that getting a hybrid would take a lot of work they weren’t lying especially Bunnygirls and Puppy!Boys.

He thought he would be ready and prepared, it should be a walk in the park! Of course bumps and falls would occur but with someone as patient as Suguru everything will turn out fine.

A year in everything was so fucking perfect, You and Satoru listened so well he really lucked out with the two of you. Most people would complain on online forums that handling was the hardest thing.

The issues started arising when you and Satoru started getting needy, you were kinda independent before but now you both are always on or under Suguru, you both felt the need to always have your hands on him, roaming his body and even touching each other. More issues started to come when it felt like you and him were so feverish and always sore.

A quick google search brought Suguru to the page of hybrid heats. It happens often and can be unpredictable, it’s slapped in his face and he isn’t sure what to do

“Please-Suguru hurts so bad..”

He surely wasn’t expecting to walk into the scene he’s seeing right now, Satoru laid on his back with you atop him, tears are brimming in both your lashes it looks like you two have been crying and whining for the longest time.

You’re in nothing but panties and a thin tank top with him sporting just his underwear. Satoru’s cock is fully hard pressed agains’t your cunt so snugly and he’s already made a mess: his cum seeping through.

It looks like this is what you two have been doing for all this time, just grinding against each other. He feels terrible, he hadn’t taken the time to fully explain what would be happening to your bodies.

He makes his way over to his dumb pets and you both follow so obediently, leaving each others arms to fully envelope in his. Satoru starts licking and sucking on his neck, he isn’t shy to rub his cock so blatantly, smearing his thick load even more.

He needs to teach his hybrids how to pleasure themselves whilst he isn’t here, he stops Satoru from his suckling. He gently has you lay down admiring just how cute you look, your ears are standing at full attention but your hazy eyes aren’t all there.

He pulls off your sticky panties, a clear line of your cum visible when they’re discarded.

He’s met with an even messier sight when admiring your pussy, your folds are glistening as well as his fingers when he teases your little clit.

Suguru positions Satoru in front of your spread legs, he isn’t sure what to do with himself besides following Suguru’s every direction.

Suguru dips his fingers in your cunt again, guiding them to Satoru’s mouth he has him suck them clean.

Satoru absolutely loves the taste of you, he groans so lewdly as he’s lapping up what’s left of your essence.

When he finishes that up Suguru grabs Satoru’s leaky cock with a rough grip and taps it a few times on your soddened clit, this elicits a few moans out of the both of you. It feels so good already, and yet Suguru can’t wait to show you both just how good cumming feels.

He guides Satoru’s hips pushing his sensitive pink tip past your tight entrance.

“Ahh..ngh…”

The whimpering starts, poor puppy Satoru’s brain can’t comprehend this feeling, he knows the pleasure part of his brain is needing more but his body wants to pull away at the same time, he’s scared at how wet and hot it feels. He isn’t telling Suguru to stop so he continues.

His bunny isn’t fairing any better, you’re gripping the pillows for dear life as a fat cock, something foreign pushes inside of you for the first time.

Suguru sets a slow nice pace, hands still on Satoru’s hips guiding him inside of your wet cavern and out again and again. He’s doing all the work but he doesn’t mind one bit.

Suguru pauses working Gojo into you and lets him feel you, for real this time. Your walls are twitching and clamping down on him so hard.

He slides down into the crook of your neck and cries right there, it’s such a sad sight but so arousing at the same time.

“Cmon Toru, gotta make bunny feel good too.”

Satoru listens and begins licking your sensitive neck, he knows that’s a weak spot of yours, always triggering it when he’s roughhousing with you. His hips begin speeding up, the wet sounds of your cum mixing together and being slammed against one another is loud and bounces off the walls.

You cry out loud letting Suguru know that you feel weird, your tummy feels weird and it’s hurting. He reassures you and says to just let it go.

Suguru teases and grabs Satoru’s balls, head diving into his first load of the afternoon, it’s a good bit of cum he produces, Suguru is going to spend a good hour cleaning the both of you up!

[ghostedbunnie]

nightmare in the daylight

knight!ghost x fem!reader

based on my prompt that you can find here.

warnings: non-con/dub-con, size kink, spanking, oral (f.receiving), fingering (f.receiving), thigh riding, biting, creampie, breeding kink

a/n: i feel so rusty so please be gentle i rewrote this way too many times, it was a lot longer and had more plot but i might just end up writing pt.2 if there is interest, I added a tag list for those who wanted to see this! 🫶

Ghost hadn't anticipated encountering a robbery on the forest trail while en route to collect his king's future wife. It was unexpected but not unwelcome; he was yearning for a skirmish, for blood and broken bones. The recent tranquility had left him restless. These bandits wouldn't pose much of a challenge, but they would at least satisfy his craving.

The skies began to pour as soon as he dismounted from his horse, startling the highwaymen. They were engaged in a one-sided fight with a few knights who had undoubtedly been sent to protect the carriage on its way to his kingdom. Before any of them could react to his arrival, heads started rolling. Chaos erupted once more, with screams of terror cutting through the forest and startling the remaining fauna.

After the final enemy fell to a sword through his abdomen, Ghost approached the carriage with slow, deliberate steps. As he opened the door, he was taken by surprise as a curtain was thrown into his face and a shard of glass was aimed for his neck by a scrawny, wild-looking maid. Despite your trembling, there was a fierce determination in your eyes, a vow that you would not give up without a struggle. Beneath his face plate, the corner of his mouth curled up, and with a wry snort, he deflected the shard from your bleeding hand. Seizing you by the back of your neck like a feisty kitten showing its claws, he pulled you out of the carriage and dropped you onto the chilly, muddy ground. As he turned back to the carriage to retrieve the princess, he realized she was no warrior; she had fainted at the sight of his imposing figure silhouetted against the moonlight.

As he carries your mistress to his horse, you launch at his back, kicking and screaming, trying to make him let her go. He unceremoniously deposits her on the horse like a sack of potatoes. Finally, he turns back to catch your hands, which have been beating at his back, with one of his much bigger hands. Your eyes go wide with terror as the reality of your position with this beast sinks in. He can't help but relish in the look of you now, wet hair sticking to your face, wild eyes, and scratches on your cheek from the broken glass. You look like a tasty meal for his beastly appetite and he's been starving for far too long. You are unaware of it but attracting his attention will be the worst mistake of your life. As he draws you closer with your bound wrists, he whispers into your ear so that you can hear him over the pouring rain, “Yer brave but stupid, girl.” After that, he hits the back of your neck and everything goes black.

The next thing you know, you are standing in front of the king who explains the entire situation. However, somehow that doesn't help the sinking feeling in your stomach, especially when the king mentions a reward for the behemoth of a man towering over you. He is still covered in blood, and daylight doesn't make him any less terrifying. He stalks around like a nightmare in black leathers that hug his form tight and emphasize his width. As if sensing your thoughts, he takes a step closer, taking up more of your space, and before you can move away, you catch the last words uttered by the king: “You brought me, my bride, Ghost, it's only fair you get a reward. Take your pick - anything you wish for will be yours.”

A weighty, gloved paw settles on the nape of your neck, causing you to startle. "I'll take 'er." Your mistress immediately starts to protest but despite her objections, the king simply nods and smiles, disregarding you entirely. You have no option but to allow the beast, that he called Ghost, to guide you away with a firm hand on your nape.

After navigating through several twists and turns, you find yourself in an unremarkable room. It contains only the absolute necessities—a bed and very little else. The one thing that draws your attention in the room is the sizeable tub that is still emitting steam, indicating it was just filled a few minutes ago.

Silently, Ghost pushes you towards the tub, and you promptly begin to retreat away from it. You refuse to bathe in his presence. Even though you are just a servant, you are still a virtuous lady.

“Either you go voluntarily or I'll throw you in kickin' and screamin'.” He growls and then says, "I'll relish it either way." You can sense the predatory undertone in his voice. You're fighting a losing battle, as going willingly gives him complete control, yet resisting might provoke an even more... primal response.

You break free from his hold, realizing that he let you go willingly. 

"Can you... turn around?" he scoffs, moving to a chair that creaks under his weight. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, he gestures for you to proceed. Though you want to scream or lash out, you hold back, sensing that he's waiting for you to lose control. Instead, you turn around and slowly peel off your muddied and torn dress. As you reach the chemise underneath, you sneak a peek and notice he has removed his helmet and face plate, revealing short dirty blond hair, black coal marks around his eyes, and prominent scars cutting through his lips and brow. Despite his broken nose, he remains strangely alluring, which frightens you. Hastily, you turn back, slide the chemise down, and attempt to hide under the steaming water.

"Good girl," he growls, satisfied with your obedience. Just as the relief that maybe this is all he wanted starts to sink into your bones, it's replaced with dread when you notice he starts shedding his clothes too. He loosens up his dark, blood-stained leathers with ease and deftness you wouldn't expect from a man his size.

"What are you doing?" Panic is evident in your question, but it doesn't seem to bother him at all.

"Can't bathe with my clothes on," he answers matter-of-factly. Once again, a wave of indignation courses through you, but it's quickly overshadowed by a pang of heat that forces you to rub your thighs together underwater. Your eyes can't help but stay glued to him, just as he did to you when you were taking your dress off. He is now down to his breeches, and when he pulls them down his thick thighs, you audibly gasp when you notice he is not wearing anything underneath. This earns you an amused chuckle, especially when he catches you looking again through your fingers.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, but before your thoughts can drift to what lies between his powerful thighs, he steps into the tub with you. Water spills over the edges, though he doesn't seem to mind. He pulls you close, turning you so your back presses against him, your body nestled between his legs, leaning on his firm chest. The light tickle of his hair brushes against your skin, and his strong arm rests across your stomach, fingers splayed making you feel even smaller. The contact makes you squirm, but as you try to pull away, you only stir the hardening length behind you, making you flush with heat.

“Relax,” he grunts into your ear, more command than a suggestion.

“How can I possibly –ah.” Your reply gets cut off by a moan as his other hand falls from the edge of the tub and wanders between your legs. Your attempts at closing your legs seem futile even with one hand he is strong enough to force his way in and drag his fingers through your folds nearing the opening. Your spine arches instinctively and he answers with a nip to your neck and jaw, while forcing a finger up to the first knuckle in. 

“Gotta loosen you up a bit, pet.” You have no choice but to surrender to his touch as he sinks his finger in and curls it, drawing a moan out of you before you clap a hand over your mouth to keep the sounds in. But all that decorum is forgotten when he adds a second one and scissors them before slowly prodding you with the third making you see stars. The tension building in your body suddenly snaps, sending you reeling, legs going numb and your fingers digging into his arm still wrapped around your stomach. 

With your mind hazy from your first-ever orgasm, you don't even register that he pulls you out of the bath, drying you, and carrying you to the bed in the center of the spacious room. Your body already half asleep.

His gravelly voice pulls you out of your post-orgasmic haze. “Naive, little thing.” Suddenly he is trailing hungry, open-mouthed, and nippy kisses down the length of your body. Marking your neck and collarbones with angry red marks, biting down harder than necessary on the underside of your breast leaving behind imprints of his teeth, and making you hiss when the pain mixes with the pleasure, he licks a trail down your stomach and in a moment of clear-headedness you try to fist his hair and tug him up and away from your center but his hair is cut too short for any leverage. When you lock eyes with him, between your legs forcing them open with hunger and lust written all over his face you try to get away just for him to deliver a loud smack to your outer thigh before dragging you closer and licking a stripe through your folds with a loud guttural groan that you feel more than you hear it.

His thumb circles your clit while he alternates kissing, sucking, and fucking you with his tongue. When your squirming in an attempt to get away turns into grinding your hips against his face, his other hand rests on your stomach adding slight pressure and making you cry out which only spurs him on. The sounds that reverberated through his chest were nothing short of animalistic and when your second orgasm shot through your core, you fell limp against the sheets with a moan that would make you blush if at least half of your brain was still functioning properly. A new wave of panic sets in when you realize that he isn't stopping. On the contrary, he probes you with his fingers in addition to his tongue. You can feel the coil in your lower belly tightening again, heating up with his ministrations.

You plead with him, saying you can't take anymore just for him to disregard it with a growl, “You've got plenty more in ya.” 

You've lost count of how many times you came when he manhandled you around onto your hands and knees propping your hips up with a pillow. You turn to look at him with heavy-lidded eyes and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him standing behind you with his massive hand tugging at his thick, angry-looking, and leaking cock with his eyes glued to your core, still pulsing and wet from all your previous orgasms. Without warning he grabs your hips, aligns the blunt head of his cock with your entrance, and pushes in. Your fingers dig into the sheets from the sheer stretch as you mewl and whimper when he drags himself all the way to slam back in. Everything is too much and not enough at the same time, with every thrust his fingers dig into your hips and you are sure there will be fingerprints left with how hard he is gripping you and the idea makes you wetter. Prompted by the delicious drag of his cock your walls keep tightening around him, as he pushes you closer and closer to your release. One of his muscular arms circles your waist, his chest flush to your back, as his other arm comes to rest next to your head with one of his legs still firmly planted on the floor and the other resting next to you on the bed for better purchase. This new angle combined with the gravelly grunts so close to your ear become your undoing and you hurtle full-force into another mind-numbing orgasm with Ghost following close behind.

“Come f'r me, pet.” Again, not a suggestion but a command and who are you to refuse him? So you do as he says, pussy fluttering from the aftershocks as he fucks you through it, thumb circling your clit before he fills you up, not allowing you to move an inch, keeping your hips propped up and when he pulls out which drags another set of whimpers from you he meticulously pushes his spend back with thick, calloused fingers. “Gotta make sure it takes.” 

If your consciousness weren't slipping away, you'd likely be alarmed, but instead, your eyes begin to close again, and this time, sleep claims you.

You wake to a heavy weight pressing down on your back, and it takes a moment for your mind to catch up with the events of yesterday. When it does, your entire body flushes and you attempt to move out of bed, only to find it futile. You're pinned beneath strong arms marked with scars—some from arrows, large and small, and others older, circular, and still appearing raw.

Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted as a thick, muscular thigh presses deeper between your legs, forcing them apart. Without much thought, you begin to grind against it, a primal urge stirring within you. Despite the lingering soreness from yesterday, a fresh wave of need starts to build, and any trace of resistance fades in the face of overwhelming pleasure. It feels shameful, but you can't stop the tentative movements, slowly finding a rhythm—until the sudden flex of his thigh makes you gasp, your eyes rolling back.

“So needy,” he growls close to your ear but there's no trace of anger in his voice, if anything he sounds pleased. “Come on, ride it harder.” He punctuates the sentence with yet another flex of his thigh and a nip to your neck, making you shudder but follow through with his command. As you grind back against his thigh you take a note of his cock stirring, resting heavy and hard between your bare ass. You push against it absentmindedly and find yourself pinned under him, your legs still held apart with his thigh that's now embarrassingly slick with your arousal. The visual of it makes you turn your head away, eyes closed and whimpering. Ghost doesn't like that. His massive paw of a hand grabs at your cheeks, your lips puckering involuntarily while he grunts at you to keep those eyes open for him. As he licks into your mouth, it suddenly dawns on you—this is your first kiss. You had already let this beast inside you before even sharing a kiss, and everything felt so out of order, that it made you want to scream and cry. Instead, you settle on throwing your hands around him and clawing at his back as he aligns himself with your needy, sore pussy and thrusts to the hilt without so much as a warning.

Even after yesterday, the burn of the stretch to accommodate his length makes fresh tears spring up into your eyes and roll down the apples of your cheeks. You swear you see his scarred lips twitch up into a savage smile at the sight of them before he licks them clean off your cheeks with a satisfied groan. In retaliation you dig your nails deeper into his sturdy back, hoping to break the skin and leave a mark that only ends up urging him to fuck you harder, faster. The sounds reverberating in the room drive you crazy; over them, you don't even notice a soft knock at the door but whoever it was scurries away registering the sound of the moans he wrings out of you with one particularly hard thrust that pushes so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Effortlessly he manhandles your legs on his shoulders to hit a different angle. As you struggle with the overwhelming feeling of fullness he leaves a deceptively soft kiss on your ankle before he folds you in half again and wrestles another mind-shattering orgasm out of you and succumbing to one himself, painting your insides with his spent. Pulling out, he doesn't bother moving, he simply rests his head on your chest between your breasts, squeezing the air out of your lungs with the sheer size of him. “Rest now, pet. Plenty of time for more o' that later.”

At that moment, you know there is no turning back; you've been taken, branded from the inside out. You wonder if this is truly so horrible, perhaps this nightmare of a man will drive away all the other nightmares plaguing your mind.

Or perhaps he is even more dreadful than your imagination could have ever conjured.

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[bunnys-kisses]

i got a fever and the only cure is more john price!!

he fucks nasty, you thought that age would slow him down. but, no. you are worn out before he even breaks a sweat. years of training to his body has given him stamina like a bull. and he had the breeding balls to prove it!

you didn't mean to sleep with your captain, but now that he had you in his grasp. he wasn't loosening his grip, not until that belly got round and those tits got fat.

"was a big baby." he said, his voice tense as he pressing his cock down into you. he had you pinned under his hefty, hairy wait as his impressive (huge) cock battered your insides. prepping you to accept his thick cum. he had his bicep around your head and kept you pinned.

it wasn't even a full doggy style anymore, he just laid on top of you with his cock plugging your sweet pussy. your moans were pathetic, you were powerless to him.

"price's are grown quite big, big head and wide shoulders. but don't worry, i'll be there the whole time. makin' sure my woman is taken care of. carry them at your hip while i got ya pregnant with another." his licked his lips like a hungry dog at the thought of it all.

you thought it was just sick dirty talk by the way it made you pussy slicker. but price was laying it out as it was. he was going to breed you, you were going to have his children.

he is egged on by your moans. he had convinced himself that you were his wife, even though you had never even gone on a date before. you thought this was simple, on-base, casual sex. meanwhile price was trying to very blatantly baby trap you.

he chalked up your ignorance to you having better maternal instincts than actual smarts. but, that was alright, you were meant to be a mother anyway! don't worry, price will make it all better for his precious wife.

price wanted to see and document all the changes to your pregnant body, he wanted to see his child grow inside of you. proof that he had laid claim to him. then he'll set you up in a sleepy town in northern england and you can be his little wife.

you, him and the kids. maybe a guard dog or two to protect the property. gotta keep the family safe!

the sick, pervert thoughts overcame him like a wave as he drilled his cock into you. a promise that he was going to finish very soon. even if you wanted to escape, the weight on top of you and the blissed out mess in your mind prevented you from getting too far.

not until he got you pregnant.

when he creams inside of you. it's game over (sorry)! you thought that due to age and his lifestyle that his swimmers were next to nothing. but he'd been saving up. a long time without a hole to fuck had made his biology desperate to pass his genes along.

so when he got you in a headlock while he rocked up into you, spearing your pretty pussy open, get ready for motherhood (yay)! because even trying to sneak off to get plan b will do nothing. you waited too long or the pills were ineffective.

as he rubbed your swollen middle on the couch of the sweet little home you (he) owned, his face brushed up against your side. his facial hair tickled your bare arms. he'd tell you that it was a miracle before he kissed your swollen mound.

"you are a better mother than you ever were a private." he cooed at you as he invaded your space once more, "good mothers make strong babies and i'm aimin' for the 99th percentile" <3

[peachyys-posts]

Y/n: it’s very beautiful out here tonight ☺️

Jack Frost:*staring at you*….it sure is🥰

Y/n:…is that bunny hiding in that bush over there?🤨

Jack Frost:…damn it😐

*bunnymund peeking from a well hidden bush*

Bunnymund:…hi😅

[moechies]

toji 𝓍 bunnie ૮ ˃̵ ˂̵ აㅤㅤㅤ

toji who grabs his little bunnie gf by the scuff of her tail to pull her onto him.

“bunny, come sit on it.”

“ouuuch ! toji, stop it! hurts..!”

“heh, sorry bunny. c’mere.”

it happens so quickly. you had just been sprawled across the sheets, playing on your phone before you were rudely interrupted by a desperate old man, in need of some assistance.

“sit on my cock, honey. w’na feel you.”

“y-you’re so crude , toji .” you frown, but in no way do you take your time tugging off his pants. his cock springs up almost immediately , the hard shaft slapping against his tummy causing a blunt noise.

“s’ hard toji . .”

your mouth waters at the sight, holding the fat girth in the small of your hand. your hands don’t fully wrap around him, nearly an inch left of cock that gapes in between your fingers. his digits reach to pull the crotch of your panties aside, quickly pulling you directly above him, making you hover over his cock head.

“mm,” he hums, “don’t make me do it all , work yourself on it doll.” he teases, coming up to tug at your fluffy ear.

“s-stop it !” you whine, making him laugh. it’s hard to work him with no prep, the sloppy tip of his cock immediately stretching the fat folds of your cunt. it burns , but you’re soothed over by the sweet circles rubbed into your skin to pace you.

“t-too hard, why’re s’hard . . mmf—“

“y’were swayin’ yer ass all over the place. how could i not be, bunny? don’t be so naive.” he grunts, watching intently as his pudgy tip slides in and out of your chubby walls.

“i wasn’t, toji ! y-you’re such a perv!”

he laughs breathily , hoisting you above his cock before slamming you down completely. you scream and thrash at the unpreparing stretch, round tail fluttering as hairs on your fluffy ears stand.

“oh, bun.”

his fingers sneak behind your butt to fidget and tug on the fur of your tail once again, but this time, you’re too lost in a haze to pay it any mind,

“that, i am.”

[zhongrin]

cw. dragon!li and dragon!villette, implied human!gn!reader, hatchlings, fluff

thinking about zhongli in his dragon form. sunbathing on top of a mountain peak in liyue. you're leaning against his tuft of a tail, napping and carefully shielded from the harsh sun by the bushy floof. your little noodle-shaped children are in their dragon forms, strewn on top of their father's back, some flipped on their bellies with their little feets wiggling, all of them purring and just enjoying the lovely day out.

thinking about neuvillette in his dragon form. out in a rain he commanded to fall at some obscure lake in fontaine. you're giggling as he continues to create waves with his tail, though the protective bubble around you prevented you to get wet. your scaly children had long since decided to team up to try and splash their father back as a revenge while riding the waves, fins flicking about in excitement.

[senka-mesecine]

How would the platoon boys react to a pregnancy scare happening at the worst possible moment, weird request but hey 😅

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― Not weird, because I think Taylor would live with the firm conviction how much he doesn't want a cookie cutter, commonplace 'small house and family' type of existence his own folks had and consequently tried to push unto him as an ideal too and then the minute any notion of pregnancy happens, regardless if the moment's good or bad, it's like his whole worldview and mentality gets instantly re-wired and turned upside down and now that's about the only thing he does want. To possessive degrees. Not that he'd say it. Not that he'd necessarily even really show it in any particular way just yet. But, it's there. The thought's germinating around inside of his head and good luck ever getting it out of there ever again. Might contemplate writing a really intense letter about it back home only to crumple it up and throw it into the fire because he's here going mad just how much this started mattering. Meaning that the instant it turns out to be just a false alarm, Chris is almost...dare I say, more disappointed than he can put into words? He won't ever accept this conclusion. Someone else might have to point out to him and vocalize his own unspoken thoughts back to him. Say, for example, Rhah? 'You done changed your mind about something for once and you can't even swallow the fact yourself!' he might say and it's true. He wants this now and it's uncomfortable to admit he's changed and developed a different opinion.

― O'Neill acts like he's the pregnant party here. No. I mean it. He takes the pregnancy so much to heart that it better not be a mere scare, because he's invested into this whole thing as much as a man can be invested; this just isn't a situation he can take mildly with an 'we'll see how it pans out' approach. There's no 'we'll see' with him; he's immediately 100% and about as nervy and jittery as O'Neill can get. Rest & Recreation? How about deployment home? How about he moped someone into it? What if he almost begged? I swear, he could be all cracking voice and on the verge of tears about it because he's that desperate to be back. Don't people know you and him are pregnant!? Well, yeah, maybe pregnant, like fifty-fifty chances, but still --- is very likely he'd be the type to use the word 'we' when talking about the whole thing and he spins in-advance anecdotes ad-nauseum on the whole baby subject of when he rotates back into the world; man's talking about it all like he already has five kids waiting for him back home and might be the most wholeheartedly heartbroken out of the whole bunch when it turns out to be a scare and nothing more. Probably takes out his grief and frustrations on the other rookie soldiers because it has to be channeled someplace. If Red acts like even more of a prick than usual is because this shit profoundly hurt him.

― Bunny likes the whole pregnancy scare. It's fun; he likes it because it's slightly messed up, you're in a state of distress, unsure whether you are or aren't, you're like territory that's been marked and all of this because he's the one who knocked you up and that? That comes with major bragging rights. Which he does --- he'd brag about it incessantly and in the most perverse ways possible. He treats it borderline like a prank gone right irregardless of what the final outcome might be. If you wind up being pregnant, heck yeah, he rawdogged your pussy and there's tangible proof to be shown for it and if you don't, heck yeah, he'll always have memories of that one time you were almost-nearly-kinda knocked up by him. See, guy's chaos incarnate in ways. No matter what happens he'll be gleefully pleased about it and there's no two ways around it all even though say, someone like Junior might not understand what crazy bitch allowed Bunny of all people to nut into them and nearly produce a Bunny Junior as a result, as if the world needed any more Bunnies when one's quite enough and even that, mind you, even that makes Bunny feel weirdly victorious in the most juvenile way possible. Yep. He got a whiff of delicious cunt, so what now? Gonna piss on his sunshine? Well, nobody can, because what's been fucked can't be un-fucked.

― A hill I'll die on is that while he might suck in the position of a Lieutenant, Wolfe would actually relatively excel in civilian life, and what he lacks in skill and ability in warfare he makes up in times of peace, meaning that he takes the pregnancy scare like...a normal person. A vaguely adjusted person, even. Might try to tell his platoon the jubilant news (in a hapless attempt to brag about at least something he's accomplished in hopes of gaining some respect among his own men) only for them to mostly ignore him, which he's used to. Almost relieved by it, in a sense, because he technically didn't hide anything from his platoon but the information didn't produce enough interest for anyone to be tremendously sleazy or smarmy about it either. Or hey, maybe someone will be slightly sleazy or smarmy about it, but it's a joke that ultimately produces so little fuel Wolfe generally can just enjoy this whole news for what it is; a good bit of news. And funny that, if it turns out to be a false alarm, it's a good bit of news Wolfe might just...you know...perpetuate. Yeah, he'd occasionally lie you're pregnant even if you're not or act like he's not a clue when someone points it out; almost preferable if you are pregnant because the web of petty deceit Wolfe might spin if you ain't is almost sweetly pathetic.

― Elias is overjoyed. Overjoyed but also wise and tempered enough to be subdued and introspective about it when it matters. There is no such thing as 'the worst possible time' for him, because any time you're giving him news like this is the best thing that could've ever happened. See? It's almost like life renewing itself in so many ways. He's been in the war so long existence itself is sending him a providence of sorts. And in fact, the darker the moment he gets this particular news is, the more Elias sees it as a sign of pure and unspoiled hope even if it only just turns out to be a false alarm and you're not actually pregnant, Elias takes it to heart. He's content either ways. Content with anything related to you. For your sake as well more than anyone's, even his own. If you were pregnant, he's happy and if it turns out to be a scare he's still happy because he doesn't want that burden solely on you when he's not around to take over. He wants you relieved from that until he's actually with you. You're all alone back home and he's here. Last thing he'd want is to leave you without a defense system at a time like this. So, genuinely? Either outcome is good because he's looking out for your best interests at the cost of his own personal wishes, coming off as genuinely very selfless and mature. Life has a way of figuring itself out that way and life will figure itself out and he loves you throughout it all. Saintly amounts of understanding and empathy.

― What would even constitute the worst possible moment for someone like Barnes? Because there ain't a worst possible moment. He's a Lifer. War's what he thrives in. And it ain't a scare because he's not scared of it. If anything, Barnes might be internally infuriated because he's showing himself the one weakness he never thought he'd have; and that's the desire to go home. Yep. He wants to go home because you're pregnant. Not that anyone knows. Not that anyone suspects. Things run the same as usual. The gears keep turning. So does the machine. Everything's in perfect order. Barnes personally makes sure everything's exactly the same like his life depends on it. It's just internally, he'd kill to rotate back into the world and to him, that clashes with his mentality and view of the world so much it fundamentally shakes...well...everything. Shocking to say, he'd be profoundly unhappy and miserable away from you regardless if this is a pregnancy scare or not and he drowns this vulnerability in booze. Bloodshed. Probably being even more of a cruel hard-ass than ever before. By killing, yes. He loathes and loves you for it, you see. For giving him a reason to want to rotate back to society. Begrudges you for it, sure. But, there's also such a profound yearning there it can hardly be put into words and what's worse, it's all contained inside of one man who's wholly poker faced about it...and snapping by the seams by the day. Which is a dangerous combination. Fire and gasoline.

[mrscorcoran]

One more secret won't hurt / Bunny x Reader

Notes: This is a mess, but i love Bunny and could not find any fics for Bunny x reader so here we are. This is OOC for Bunny, so he's not awful, but he's still annoying tho.

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Chapter 1: Everyone needs a Judy

My first week in Hampden was completely uneventful, as expected. Why would someone like me, who enjoys a peaceful life, choose a small college town over a bustling city full of adventures? Well, I prefer my days uneventful. I appreciate the quiet and the sense of community in more intimate settings, and Hampden is no exception.

The town looks exactly as advertised in the pamphlets: winding roads surrounded by forests, the trees full of orange leaves as autumn approaches; downtown is just as picturesque, with buildings and houses that look as old as time. But the best part is the campus itself, so expansive it could be its own separate community. I couldn’t wait to get settled and start exploring everything—every store and restaurant, every inch of the campus, and every book in the libraries. Even a new, smaller place feels exciting for someone used to a similar environment.

While looking for my room in my assigned dorm, I ran into who’d become my very first friend here, Judy Poovey. Turns out my room is right across the hall from hers, which has been very convenient for our late-night gossip and wine sessions. Judy is from California, and she embodies that laid-back vibe. From her wardrobe choices (completely inappropriate for the chilly Hampden weather) to her energy and free-spirited nature, she instantly lights up any room she enters. She showed me the cool places to hang out, introduced me to some of her other friends, and kept me from getting lost in the maze of buildings that make up our not-so-little college. Our friendship blossomed in that way where opposites attract.

As much as I enjoyed the contrast between Judy’s vibrant personality and my own, more introverted nature, I found myself needing quiet corners to escape the overwhelming social life that suddenly surrounded me and recharge my energy. I always had a hard time making friends back home; apparently, all I needed was to be adopted by an extrovert! I tried to blend in and interact with the people who came and went from Judy’s room, but honestly, the only one I truly liked was Judy. Her other friends weren't quite my crowd, so I did my best to avoid them without being outright rude.

My favorite hideout spots for when Judy turned our dorm’s hallways into a party zone with her seemingly endless supply of tequila (courtesy of her older brother, I later found out) included a tall tree near the big, ugly fountain at the center of campus, the small library near an old building so covered in vines I almost missed it the first time (not the main library near the entrance), and a little quiet café that served the foulest donuts you’ll ever taste.

I soon settled into an easy routine: going to my classes in the mornings, doing some homework in the afternoons, hanging out with Judy most nights, watching movies, drinking, and catching up on our very different days. I also made time for my quiet spots to read when I needed alone time. And just like that, I had a new life in Hampden.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: slight Yandere behavior, breeding

Hare!hybrid bf with bunny!hybrid gf

You, a cute bunny hybrid with soft, fluffy bunny ears and a cute cotton tail that wags when you’re happy or upset. You’re round and soft, the sweetest little thing your boyfriend has ever seen.

And then there’s your hare hybrid bf… he’s tall, thin, and unsettling, with eyes that bore into you and hair that is far from soft. He’s protective and possessive of his little bunny baby, keeping you safe and literally fighting any of his rivals to the DEATH.

He’s a bit nervous about breeding with you. You’re smaller, more fragile than him… but god you both go crazy once you go into heat… and you’re a lot more durable than he thought.

You take his cock so well, begging for him to give you a litter… his perfect little mate, his sweet bunny. No one will ever put their hands on you, unless they want to die a painful death.

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