#damn this bunny is really fluffy what the hell

[axcel-lucci]

Trick or tease

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

A/n: decided to take a break for a moment lol, and I kinda wanna be a little dirty-

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"Captain would LOVE this!" Ikkaku giggled as she hands (y/n) an outfit far too revealing to be a Halloween costume.

"D-do I have to wear this...? It seems... So embarrassing..." She muttered while staring at the outfit.

"It's not like captain's going out with us, and you want to stay so... Might as well enjoy, right?" Ikkaku grinned making (y/n) sigh heavily

"I see your point... But this is rather... Odd... Why do you simply have this in your closet? Specifically, in my size?"

"Ah well..."

...

The crew had left to go have fun on halloween, what will they do? Eh, who cares.

She put the outfit on and it was an overly sexualised bunny outfit in black, the top being right as hell, almost like a corset, and has no way to latch into her skin other than its tightness since it doesn't even have sleeves, her legs basically just being covered with fishnet stockings and good thing she has black heels to match.

What's left is the bunny ears and uh... Tail.

"Who's into this stuff?" She muttered to herself as she squeezed the fluffy tail in her hand that has a very obvious plug to stick inside her.

It just so happens the outfit has a hole to stick it inside without ruining it.

"And why does Ikkaku has this??" She also muttered

She puts on the ears first, since it was easier, and had to stop herself from whining too loud when she pushed the plug inside her unprepared ass, it was a weird sensation but it gave her pleasure nonetheless.

'so embarrassing...' she thought as she walked a few steps and whining softly at the pleasure on her backside.

"Will he even like this...?" She muttered before huffing with a frown.

A blush starting to form and her panties basically starting to dampen at every step she takes

"I shouldn't have put that there..." She said lowly before standing outside his office door.

"Come in" he said before she could even knock, damn his good haki.

She took a breath before exhaling to calm herself.

Walking in and closing the door behind her, Law was still studying in his desk, not noticing what she wore until he heard her heels clicking against the wooden floorboards.

He looked up from his book and his jaw dropped.

His already so beautiful and sexy woman in an even more sexier outfit, outlining her curves and practically every line he could see.

His boom was long forgotten as he stared at her with wide eyes and jaw dropping even more when she huffed and placed a hand on his desk

"Trick or treat... Captain" she muttered with a slight blush.

When he looked at her, he couldn't help but feel his pants tighten so much it was painful.

"H-hey...! Stop staring at me! I-is this alright...? Or should I have just called you into the bedroom instead...?" She muttered as she checked herself a little to make sure everything was in place

He couldn't help but lean when he saw the fluffy tail, he couldn't help but wonder if it was part of the costume or a plug-in. Only one way to find out.

"Come here" he said with a heavy tone

She walked around the desk to stand in front of him, he marveled at how beautiful the outfit was.

"So pretty..." He muttered before reaching out to her thighs, squeezing them tightly and pulling her close until she's standing, quite literally, between his legs.

His hands explored her legs while he kissed her abdomen while staring up at her with lust slowly filling his eyes, "did the crew put you up to this?"

"N-not really..." She gasped when he squeezed her ass tightly and his finger playing with the tail, making it wiggle inside her

"Oh?"

"I wanted to uhm... You know... So I asked Ikkaku and she helped me..."

"I see..." He smirked when he figured out that it was indeed a plug in, "I'll have to thank her tomorrow... The crew's out, yeah?"

"Mhmm" she nodded, words left her once he grabbed hold of the tail and moving it around by playing with it on the outside, "l-law... I... Mhh" she whined and gripped his shoulders

"You should've said trick or tease because this surely seemed to be a treat and a tease." He chuckled when he pulled it out slightly and shoving it back with a harsh thrust making her howl a moan, "but definitely a tease."

"L-law...! P-please..." She panted

"Definitely using this hole" he smirked

"H-huh...? But we've never really..."

"Ahh... I know" he smirked as he stood up and picked her up, "I'll take care of you. Promise"

He carried her to their room and locking it behind him just in case.

He placed her gently on the bed before turning her around so that her ass was in the air and her chest against the mattress.

"Come now..." He smirked as me pulled out their box of toys.

Contrary to popular belief, he loves using them on her, mostly because they bring her to much more reactions and resulting into more begging, in which he both loves.

"Let's remove this..." He smirked when she whined at him slowly pulling it out.

Until it popped out of her making her sigh in pleasure.

Remember the hole that the tail just went in? As it turns out, it was kinda big. Just closed up by a zipper.

Law licked his lips when he slowly unzipped her backside, revealing the already wet and slightly prepared hole.

"Now be quiet bunny,I'm preparing you for some mating." He smirked before pulling out beads in his pile.

He slowly but surely started teasing her with them, putting one in and popping it right out, putting them all in ever so slowly until she cries when he pulls them out in one tug.

By the time he knew he was done, her back side already felt so sensitive a small drop of lube might even make her come.

He hummed a little, "not enough" he smirked when he lubed up a dildo and slowly pushed it inside her with a teasing pace making her gasp and clench on the sheets with a drawn out, tired moan.

Once fully inside, he gave her some time to adjust before mercilessly pounding the toy in and out of her.

By this time, she was moaning against the sheets and a coil building up inside her, ready to snap.

Right before she was able to come, he pulled the toy all the way out.

"No...!" She cried, "i-i was so close...!"

"I don't want you coming to a toy, bunny" he smirked before climbing unto the bed and spreading her cheeks apart to stare at her delicious hole he wonderfully prepared just for himself.

"L-law...!"

"I'm your predator now, bunny. And you're my prey... This time, I'm mating with you and you have no choice but to accept it like the little slut you are." He chuckled before gripping her neck, burying her into the mattress even more

She gasped with a moan, her eyes rolling to the back on her head when he slapped her ass

"Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, s-sir...!"

"Good..." He smirked before slowly pushing himself inside her as she moaned, muffled by the bed until he bottomed out

His hands then gripped her hips so tightly she knew it was gonna bruise, "that's right... Bunny. Be my little mate and this wolf will devour you whole"

She whine, feeling him thrust slowly made her feel weird at first but it eventually felt more and more pleasurable as he builds his pace into a very much animalistic one.

Her loud moans, his deep grunts, and the slapping of skin are the only sounds heard inside the room.

She moaned like a cow when he leaned down and pulled the top part of her outfit to reveal her tits in which he played with, and him leaving marks of ownership on every exposed skin she has. Unfortunately, the outfit was slightly backless so he had his marks on her upper half

"A-ah...! L-law..." She moaned when she felt herself slowly growing more and more closer to her own release.

"It's master to you, prey." He growled as he slapped her ass making her gasped and eyes roll back.

"Y-yes master...!" She moaned.

Her back arched and tongue poking out of her mouth as her own saliva dropped down her chin when his thrusts suddenly grow more possessive.

"This body is mine, you understand? I'll buy you more outfits like this... Just know... You are mine, and mine a lone" he grunted in her ear as she felt him pulse inside her.

His mere voice brought her to her own orgasm that soaked the outfit and her but he was still going.

Eventually, he reached down to rub the very wet spot by her crotch, letting her approach yet another orgasm.

"M-master..!" She gasped.

He sped up his own thrusts, chasing his own high, before releasing his full load deep inside her, like he was fully intending to breed his bunny.

Once both were calmed down, law took the costume off and laid her naked body properly on the bed, on her back.

He smiled softly and kissed every inch of her body, massaged any tense muscles and just stared at his own cum leaking out of her hole endlessly.

"S-stop staring" she muttered but didn't do anything since she's tired.

"I really loved your outfit" he smiled as he cleaned her up and cuddled right next to her.

"I'm... Glad."

"Next time you wear that on Halloween, I would never be able to stop myself even further"

"Why? What's stopping you from doing it now?" It was a genuine question from (y/n).

But with the context of what they just did, Law took this as part 2 and tackled her

She just laughed a little until he impaled her ass again with his dick, making her moan so much more than just a cow. Fucking her dumb like he always do, but better.

Extra:

Her throat hurts the next day, her limbs were sore, and she was tired as hell. Considering they fucked until the sun rises.

But Law? Hell nah, he was bright and shining. Taking care of his bunny, and being in the brightest mood.

It was odd for him to be like that but Ikkaku knew what happened and just laughed to herself, and by herself I mean her, Shachi, and penguin.

But of course Law let her have some rest and even spoon fed her throughout the day, gave her desert, and gave up his studies just so he can cuddle with her.

Only to do the same thing next week at a hotel. Good thing the hotel had soundproof walls, hopefully.

[onyourhyuck]

MRS NA? | NA JAEMIN. | PART TWO.

— Prologue: “It’s midnight, where the hell were you?” + “What the hell is your problem?”

— Summary: Wherein Go Yeeun wakes up from a coma and meets Na Jaemin claiming to be her husband and have five children together.

— Genre: jaemin series. Romance. Found family. Mystery. Smut. Crack. Fluffiness.

Notes: THIS IS A JAEMIN SERIES ON MY BLOG. reblog and follow me for more daily updates.

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The night was long for Go Yeeun. She couldn’t sleep it off no matter what and the only person on her mind was Jaemin, who wasn’t home no where to be seen or heard of. To add on the list the children are fast asleep and she’s laying in the double bed finding nothing out of her brain. Not a single reluctance memory to remember. It was stressing the poor woman out considering she can’t sleep now because of it. The night looks too dark, darker than usual.

The bedroom felt stiff and tense. Yeeun buries the body deeper into the blanket laying on the right side of the bed, while the left side was unoccupied and empty.

‘Was this really the life I chose? Seriously?’ It rang through her mind like a truck driving down a fast lane. It just didn’t make sense to her why she would chose this life. It did not feel like even it was her life previously.

Then the sound of the rustic doorknob turning wakes up Yeeun’s thoughts to vanish. She slides up from the bed putting on a gown robe over the shorts and the shirt she found from Jaemin’s wardrobe. Yeeun walks down the stairs in a hurry catching Jaemin taking off the shoes mid action, the lights turn on.

All the man saw was a dangerous stare from Yeeun pointing directly at him, she didn’t look happy nor impressed.

Yeeun taps the fingers on the side forearms repeatedly in silence until she finally asked one of the questions she was dying to ask him.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?” Her voice was hushed and quick, describing the anger boiling deep within her.

Jaemin sighs. “I told you where i was already before I left bunny lips.”

The man pulls the leather jacket away hanging it on the cloak hanger and then opening the fridge wide to stare inside. Bunch of beer bottles were in there as well as orange juice. However most of the fridge was empty.

Yeeun goes downstairs following Jaemin behind. “Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to come home this late? Have you got no sense of time in your head.”

He stops putting the beer back in the fridge. ‘Damn my appetite is ruined.’ He thought and turns around to look down at Yeeun.

“What the hell is your problem?” Jaemin slants closing the fridge with a large slam. Yeeun takes a step back when Jaemin took his feet forward approaching her from where she’d stood.

He continues talking making Yeeun’s skin crawl up. “Before you had no issues with me arriving home late, why is it a problem now. You let me do whatever without questioning.”

“Well I have an issue with it now.” His wife divulges raising an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t need a drunk man coming home to get more drunk.” Yeeun sighs looking around before going up the stairs. Jaemin caught her back leaving him and he sighs deeply out, this wasn’t how he planned it would go like down.

Yeeun could hear his footsteps from the stairs echoing and coming in the bedroom his stare lands on Yeeun. He unbuttoned the one button of his shirt and then the second. As much as he pissed her off Yeeun couldn’t take her eyes off him when he was about to undress until suddenly he opens the door widely.

He clears his throat. “Uh bunny lips. You get backache on the bed so you usually sleep on the couch.”

The stare at his collarbones being revealed shifts and deadpans onto the man up front. Yeeun let’s out a confused ‘huh’ as if this was a joke or something but the way he was being serious in that rasp out tone made it impossible to be light.

“I’m sorry I get what—”

“Yeah…” Jaemin crawls on the bed lifting Yeeun over his shoulders suddenly she nearly screamed but held it over her hand remembering the children are asleep. It was a nightmare getting them to listen and to finally sleep too so, it would’ve been terrible if they woke up now after all the effort.

“Let me go..! Do you hear me?” She whisper yells as quiet as possible.

She slams the back until she was thrown on the couch with Jaemin throwing a pillow and blanket over at her head.

“Sweet dreams. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” He smirks turning around, not a single hesitation.

Yeeun gasps taking it off angrily and saw Jaemin slamming the bedroom door shut. She grips the warm blanket huffing out. “Dickhead… why did i marry him god tell me.” She lays on the couch grunting.

This couch wasn’t at all comfortable. Yeeun couldn’t get comfortable in any position. All night she was twisting and turning side to side, back to front. She even tried to change the pillow positions and that did not help.

‘I hate my life.’ She pleads shutting her eyes tight.

‘I’m sorry father. I can’t do that anymore.’

‘What do you mean? You don’t have a choice Yeeun.’

‘I don’t want to do that.’

A swung hand thrown like a fast bullet slaps the face until cold sensation pours down like the Antarctic snow has landed on the face. Waking up breathing heavily and coughing out water from the mouth and the nose, she saw blurry until rubbing them wide open to see the five children and her husband have poured a bucket of water down her face.

She chokes coughing. “What the hell was that for?!” She couldn’t believe this. They were spawn of satans most definitely.

Jaemin smirks patting her wet hair. “The kids need you to make their lunch for school. I’m off to work now. Make sure they get there on time.” He walks to the door and Yeeun twists around on the couch.

“Wait don’t leave yet!” She was about to shout but Jaemin left unable to listen, or rather want to listen to her. She sighs turning around.

“MUM HANUEL STOLE MY BUNNY.” The young girl cried from the other room.

“MUMMM YONGSOO IS EATING SPONGES AGAIN.” Insu shouts looking at the younger brother chewing on the fabric.

Insung runs to Yeeun. “Mum I can’t find my school shoes!”

Yeeun rubs her head friending a welcoming headache on the temples. This much responsibility and not a single person they can ask other than her. So this was motherhood? It truly did not look bright. She stands up rushing to grab the baby, Yongsoo, who munched on the sponges and grabs it away. She stares at the bitten fabric in disturbing light.

“Okay… Yongsoo go wash your mouth and brush your teeth.” Yeeun told the boy and he waddles to the bathroom, he pulls the little step up box and stands on it to get the similar height to the sink.

Her attention was quickly taken over to the shoes hidden underneath the couch. She grabs them and looks around.

“Insung are those your shoes?” She points and the little six year old boy with adorable ears nods grabbing them. “Thanks mum.”

She would start making the sandwiches for them unable to think what they want or whatever. But she did her best to make something nice and healthy too. Yeeun chopped cucumbers and tomatoes in a box putting them in the school bags. She created peanut butter and jam sandwiches in a separate container box.

Haewon comes behind Yeeun pointing. “Can I please have cranberry juice with my lunch?”

She looks down at the younger girl. “Sure can you take it out the fridge and I’ll put it in your water bottle.”

Haewon walks away to the fridge grabbing the juice box and puts it on the counter. Hanuel grabs the orange juice pouring it in the glass.

She puts the cranberry juice for Haewon in the bottle and puts it inside her princess pink Aurora school bag. “Okay you’re done. Here you go.”

Her gaze turns to the smaller bag and she finishes putting the last lunchbox that was finished in the bag. Yongsoo comes out of the bathroom all ready for his school and she looks at the toddler.

“You hungry for something that isn’t sponges for washing?” She points and Yongsoo pouts.

“I want cheese crackers.” He said sitting on the couch. Yeeun brings the cheese crackers on the plate to Yongsoo and then saw out the window the yellow school bus.

She turns to the children. “Kids your bus is here! Go and catch it.”

Yongsoo grabs a few crackers quickly eating them. They all were helped putting on shoes and jackets. It felt worse than a workout Yeeun could imagine, she never thought being a mother was a full time consuming job and gym session in one. The children ran out saying goodbye to their mother and leaving her all alone. Luckily she saw them get on just fine on the bus so somehow all that stress was gone.

She pulls on the couch and saw a paper note attached on the table, it was written by Jaemin.

‘Do these chores below before everyone gets back home! Thanks!’

With a smiley face written next to it. She glared looking at the section it was like a whole list for multiple people to do all day.

Yeeun scoffs. “Somehow I feel more like a freaking servant than a stay at home wife.”

The first chore was to cut up wood for the fireplace because during the night it gets way colder. Yeeun walks to the back yard only to be jumped by two large shepherd dogs licking her face and running in the house as they please.

She yells. “AH MY GOD NO ONE TOLD ME WE HAVE BEASTS IN THIS FREAKING HOUSE.”

Yeeun gets up and seeing them on the couch occupying it she wipes the dogs saliva on her face in digust. ‘I think I’ll be sick later.’ She couldn’t believe they haven’t told her they have freaking dogs!

Going outside she starts to put up the wooden logs and grabs the nearby axe. She wobbles to the side everytime trying to lift it with her weak arms she nearly trips over a rock on the ground and almost chops herself up. She sighs looking back at the dropped axe on the floor and grabs it again.

Positioning it with extreme focus, Yeeun managed to cut open two logs in half. She comes back flinching seeing the logs fall apart so easily. It was almost satisfying to watch but not as satisfying to do.

The next chore when you’d finish chopping up freaking wood for the house, it was to take care of the farm animals. This includes so many stations, cleaning them, feeding them, grooming them and their hair for the horses. Milking the cows was one thing. The sheep’s needed to be shaved for the wool. Yeeun sighs.

All of these works took hours upon hours. Yeeun was busy just by doing something. Milking the house was a hassle because everytime she tried to grab the cow to milk them she would spray the milk on herself �� it was an insane experience. Later on the sheep were next and shaving the sheep went surprisingly smooth until they start moving around too much. Afterwards Yeeun had to put on the black farmer boots on, which were probably Jaemin’s because they were a little too big on her. However they did the work. Yeeun goes inside the pig pen holding her nose at the animal smell.

It really wasn’t pleasant to smell. They weren’t even that cute up close. Yeeun takes a step forward, she had to wash the pigs but in the process one pig ran away seeing her come close and Yeeun in panic slips on the muddy ground in the pig pen. She gets surrounded by pigs smothering her and the mud on her clothes and the willingness of the boots.

She wanted to scream in frustration, but she couldn’t because the pigs where crushing her almost.

Yeeun comes out when finishing the job all dirty and smelling all sorts of things you couldn’t even tell what animal smelled like hers. When looking back at the list of notes she saw the chickens becoming next and all she had to do was collect the eggs.

Yeeun thought it was easy, well that was the most wrong assumption step ever. Because when the young girl got in that chicken coop she never saw that many chickens chirping on her skin and feet. It was considerably very painful it felt like a pink on your skin. She would come out with the eggs in the basket and closed the pen door.

The very last thing was the horses and these were probably the most intimidating creatures she encountered. As far as she remembers, she couldn’t find a single recalling memory coming across a horse before the car accident.

She had to clean the horse shoeshine and then groom their hair as well as feed them the nutrients. She’d watch the horse eat calmly.

‘Well these were the most calm animals. The pigs and the sheep were a hassle.’ Yeeun thought to herself.

By the time she was done with farm work, Yeeun took a shower inside the house to clean up. She really needed a bath, a relaxing one where she could relax. But forgetting the dogs were inside they all sat in front of the bathtub watching her.

She side eyes them splashing water on the dogs. “Shoo! I’m tryna bathe here.”

Yeeun stares at the dogs not budging, as if they were protecting her from intruders. She can’t believe she has two freaking border collie shepherd dogs watching her right now, naked in a bath to get the mud and the animal smell out.

She looks at their collars.

“Ruby and Pearl…” She repeats. Their names were Ruby and Pearl. Yeeun looks back at them.

“You. Ruby. Go away.”

Yeeun repeats but the dog only tilts their head not understanding. At this point Yeeun gives up and just loudly groans sinking into the water pushing her head underneath.

‘What was I thinking talking to a dog.’

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[mister-tom-a-dildo-lover]

It's Really Hopping

Fandom: HP Ship: Tomarry Writer: Watermelonsmellinfellon/Mister-Tom-A-Dildo-Lover TAGS: Humor, Fluff, Animagus, Drama, Bunnies, AU, Mild Language.

~.O.~

It wiggled. It was small and fluffy, and it wiggled incessantly.  

Tom Riddle knew that he shouldn’t be so obvious, but his darling Harry was so adorable in his Animagus form! All small and cute. His fur soft and his whiskers thin.

Harry was the cutest animal Tom had ever seen. 

When the teen had come to him, excitedly telling him about how he’d managed to finally finish his Animagus training, Tom had been skeptical. But the Harry went and proved himself immediately, transforming into what his own Animagus usually hunted for meals.

A rabbit. Or as Harry had exclaimed, ‘a bunny!’.

Tom had lifted his boyfriend into his hands and very nearly cooed when Harry nibbled his thumb affectionately.

From that day forward, Harry would come to Tom when he needed some comfort, and would find himself bundled in Tom’s breast pocket, watching with all the innocence of an animal.

And no one knew that Tom Riddle’s boyfriend was practically being carried everywhere.

Not that the green eyes stood out enough against the black fur.

And no one was willing to get too close to Tom in order to see for themselves.

Of course there were… times, when Tom had to rescue his Harry while in his Animagus form.

Harry seemed to attract other rabbits. They would surround him and follow him everywhere. And when it wasn’t rabbits, it was cats or Kneazles. But they weren’t following him to be friendly. Tom had managed to make himself an enemy of all the felines in the castle because he kept interrupting their hunt.

Not that he cared.

Still, Tom and his familiar Nagini ended up having to protect Harry because he had not one self-preserving bone in his body. 

And Tom didn’t really mind. Being a snake gave him a sort of freedom that he did not get while being human. And Nagini was a fine teacher.

It was especially adorable when he could slither around with Harry sitting on his back somewhere.

~.O.~

“Harry… Why is there a legion of rabbits following you?”

Of course, Harry couldn’t actually answer him, being a rabbit himself at present. But still. His lover had turned into an animal and had gone out to collect his posse of fluffy-tailed creatures. And then he lead them into the castle.

Harry was small, furry, and had a bright pink nose. He hopped on over and stopped at the toe of Tom’s shoe. Carefully, one tiny paw reached out to touch the clean Dragonhide. The nose wiggled cutely.

Tom rolled his eyes and bent down to pick up the little creature who squeaked.

“The rest aren’t coming,” he said tersely, striding away from the group of rabbits, hoping to return to his dorm before any decided to follow.

The last time they followed, Tom awoke to find rabbits in his shoes and fluffy tails in his face.

Not pleasant.

~.O.~

§Nagini, if you see any rabbits, or anything that looks like a rabbit, so long as it isn’t black with green eyes, you may eat it.§

The serpent hissed and nodded her head and slithered down his shoulder.

§Dinner. Dinner. Come out, come out wherever you are!§

Tom smirked to himself. No more fur in places it shouldn’t be!

~.O.~

“Tom, have you seen any of the bunnies that followed me everywhere?”

Tom was a Slytherin and was perfectly capable of holding a straight face. However, he had not actually seen any of the creatures, so he wasn’t lying when he said, ��No.”

Harry’s shoulders slumped a bit, but Tom refused to feel guilt. It was for a good cause. He’d get over it eventually.

Hopefully.

The fur was unbearable!

~.O.~

“Tom!”

The Slytherin sighed and pulled away from his work. Harry had made it a point that he was willing to stand by and wait for Tom to finish. Of course, he proved his Slytherin side by annoying the hell out of Tom in order to get him to either finish faster or stop working altogether.

“Nagini was chasing my little friends and trying to eat them!”

Damn!

In Harry’s arms was the bashful - honestly, how could a snake look bashful, what the hell? - serpent, and she refused to even look in Tom’s direction. No doubt Harry had given her a stern talking to and somehow made her feel guilty for following Tom’s orders.

He should have gone to the extra effort of ordering her not to get caught. Foolish!

Harry dumped his serpent in his lap, sending her a disapproving look. “I don’t want it happening again, or else.”

And with that, Harry did an abrupt about face and sauntered from the library, leaving Tom to stare at Nagini’s embarrassed face, in disappointment. It was time for another plan.

Maybe he could get them banned from the school? Rabbits weren't allowed as pets after all.

~.O.~

Okay, this wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind.

Tom glared at Nagini because neither of them would have to deal with this if she’d just learned to be sneaky from the start!

Harry had somehow managed to get the professors on his side and now there was a warren on the grounds for all of his little friends. He’d gotten Hagrid and Grubblyplank to create it with Dumbledore’s approval, so they technically weren't in the school now.

Tom couldn’t actually do anything to the rabbits without getting caught.

The protections that had been layered over those blasted bundles of fur were simply too numerous, and he wouldn’t have the time to take them all down, sick Nagini on the furry beasts, and then place them all back up himself and return to his Common Room with enough time to spare. Harry would know it was him anyway.

Also, he might have been lulled into complacency by Harry’s very big and very bright green eyes… and the promise to ride him the moment it struck midnight on his eighteenth birthday.

But such a promise would not work all the time, he vowed to himself. He was not that weak to Harry’s wiles.

And he refused to even think about Harry wearing a bunny-tailed butt plug like he promised!

~.O.~

A/N: Wanted to celebrate Tom's birthday the right way!

[zappedbyzabka]

Soooo listen

Little bit after tkk3, Barbara throws a Good Friday party (bunny ears required) and invites Daniel, which he ends up miserably bored at and pondering all the crazy shit that’s happened in his life the past few years.

She told him no one he knew would be there and he could be brand new (as if he wanted that again.)

Except, there are people he knows there because 2 drinks and one dance with a girl in, he sees the Cobras walk into the party.

He avoids them like the plague but keeps watching them out of curiosity, wondering why Johnny isn’t with them. Wondering if they’re still crazy assholes.

He steps out on the porch for some air and sits on the swing chair, debating whether he should go back in and call Miyagi or not.

Some headlights shine, and a familiar red car parks in front of Barbara’s place.

Daniel doesn't recognize the car in his tipsy state though and pays little attention to the newcomer until he hears heels clacking closer and a soft grumble.

The first thing he notices when he looks up is legs.

Mile-long, ivory, fishnet-clad legs. The kind of legs you want to spread apart.

The next thing is a lovely little waist hugged by a sleeveless black bodysuit.

And at the top....Johnny?!

Johnny Lawrence, with fluffy blonde hair much longer than it used to be (think Equalizer era) and black bunny ears on his head.

He stomps up the steps pink-cheeked and looking pissy, not even sparing Daniel a glance. Not even seeming to notice another person nearby.

Daniel’s too open-mouth enamored with the puffy, white bunny tail sewn right above a very plump bottom to take it personally.

Johnny puts his hand on the doorknob and takes a shaky breath, and Daniel realizes he might have mistaken nervousness for irritation.

He stays outside for a couple more minutes after Johnny goes in before he follows, almost willing to get sucker punched for the chance to ask him what the hell he’s doing.

But what he finds is that the four coyotes got to the big bunny before he did.

The four boys surround Johnny near the backdoor, slipping their fingers through the holes in his fishnets and snapping the fabric on his skin. Prodding his cleavage and twirling his silky hair.

All while Johnny weakly slaps and pushes their hands away and protests, but it’s all useless when they’re one after the other.

Voices talks over each other over music, the only things Daniel able to discern being “Pretty bunny” “Relax, doll!” and something about a lost bet.

Daniel steels himself and is just about to play hero when Johnny laughs and says something that finally gets them to stop, making a smoking gesture and nodding in the direction of the basement door.

Daniel ends up stealth following them down into Barbara’s really sick basement that has a lounge room, spying as Johnny gets passed around like a lap warmer with the blunt that Tommy cheerfully assisted him with.

They blow smoke into Johnny’s pink mouth and linger for too long. Shamelessly patting his ass and telling him he looks straight out of a Playboy magazine.

He soaks up the attention.

Then he locks eyes with Daniel and stares for a long, surprised pause before he kisses the Cobra holding him while keeping that eye contact.

Daniel can’t stop watching.

Johnny beckons him closer, raising his brows as if to be reassuring.

And that’s how Daniel ends up absolutely destroying a golden bunny with the bros in Barb’s basement (after some glaring and damn near growling from Dutch when they all were made aware that he was there.)

If Johnny wants that worm’s big wang, he’s getting it.

(maybe sprinkle a/b/o in there for extra seasoning.)

[ffauthor]

H-hello!.. uh .. can you write something soft and fluffy(maybe with little nsfw?) with William Afton and demonic!male!reader?

Pretty please👉👈

-🌯

Oh! Yes i can! (I hope). Thank you!

Alr, this is my first time writing a male reader, so I hope I did a decent job!

Definitely... Uh- soft, hehe-

Male! reader x Wiliam Afton

SW!: Gore ending with- fluff.

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The screams of supposed children echo through the hallways. A burst of familiar deep laughter fills your ears as you lay your hand on the metal door, a sign saying 'staff only' catching your eyes.

You recognized that laughter, although not this darkened and full of.. anger. You only heard it softly, when you two would be laying in bed, with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around your torso.

It was one of those 'rare' moments. Most of the time William would be making sure you wouldn't be doing anything stupid, like yelling at a random person staring at you too long or trying to sneak in a random house and plundering the fridge at a fast phase. Yes, you attempted that a few times, and one time William let you.

You weren't used to it, but still, it attracted you more than ever. The sound of his breathing and the grunts mixed with the cries for help were like music to your ears. You were hesitating, listening with your ear close to the door while biting your lip.

What the hell was he doing? Thoughts were running through your head, constantly ending up with the same solution. Open the damn door and-

A gasp leaves your mouth as you look at the scene in front of you. There he stood, knife gripped strongly in his left hand while a yellow bunny suit was hanging loosely in his middle. The knife was full of blood and the yellow suit was now stained in red liquid. The liquid of a helpless child laying in front of him, they're weakened arms trying to keep the male away.

Your eyes widen, and your mouth met agape as you just switch between the helpless child and the male you love dearest, your body shaking a bit. ''William-'' The male in front of you froze at the mention of his name and the sound of the beautiful voice coming from behind him.

He knew he fucked up. Especially now that the love of his life was standing a few meters away from him. When he turned his head around, afraid of the look on their small bunny's face, his heart beat fast against his chest, he could feel it in his throat.

His little demonic bunny wasn't scared, angry or.. sad. He was smiling. Not a very bright smile but a light smirk, as he bit his lip. A habit he always did when trying to solve the situation.

William didn't hesitate any longer and stood as fast as he could, careful not to activate the spring locks.

He slowly made his way towards the smaller male, leaning against the doorframe. ''Y/n- I can-'' The male just shook his head and leaned forward, the door closing behind him with a thud. It was the smell of blood that freaked him out a little, sure he wasn't the most innocent boy either, but he never hurt a fly.. psychically.

He had to get used to the fact the male he thought he knew killed little kids like there was no tomorrow. He was stuck in his thoughts, zoning out and completely oblivious to his name being called over and over again. ''Y/n!'' Two strong arms met around your torso, the smell of blood a little too close for your liking.

But William would never hurt you. You knew that. William made that very clear. It took you a while to pull yourself together and wrap your arms back around William's bloodied suit, but when you did you immediately relaxed when he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

''I'm sorry you had to see this, my love, really-'' you shook your head once again, pulling away slightly from the male looking into your eyes confused, as to read your next move.

William imagined all kinds of scenarios like you pushing him away and never talking to him again or you slapping him over and over again while cursing him inside out.

When you didn't do any of those things he was shocked. You moved your hand towards his cheek, tracing your eyes against your hands' movement as you wiped a little bit of blood from his cheek, your intrusive thoughts making you lick the blood from your finger slowly.

you kept eye contact with the much taller male in front of you, his eyes showing pure confusion and shock. Until your soft lips met his, causing William to hold his breath. You cling onto his strong figure like a little child holding onto their parents' leg.

William held you up, his grip on you protectively and securely as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. You accidentally looked over his shoulder to see the poor kid in a pile of their own blood, which made you look away and back into William's chest again.

William opened his mouth to talk but closed it when you interrupted him.

''Don't talk, just.. bring me home please.''

[haz3-daz3]

Here I'm then with a drifters request ^^. What about some fluffy Naoshi hc's? I need some fluff in my life right now haha (tell me if it's too vague!)

I did it. idk if this counts as fluff however :/

I hope it's enough though!

lots of swearing because hey it's not a Naoshi fic without the swearing

Naoshi Kanno x F!Reader Fluff Headcanons (SFW)

So being stuck in the woods where a bunch dogs and cats walking on two feet referring to you as some weird-ass “Sky God” or whatever the shit they decide to label you as definitely going to grate on a guy’s nerves. Especially if your name is Naoshi Kanno.

Why in the hell is he even here? The man remembers seeing the blue sea fuckin’ plummeting into it in high speed and suddenly he’s in somewhere else where dragons and shit are hogging the sky who then burn a bunch of people to a crisp. Which Naoshi took care of because fuck that shit messing up with his head.

And now he’s in said woods, or jungle, he can’t fucking tell all he knows is that it’s hot as summer dog shit. Which wouldn’t surprise there’s way too many dogs in this place. And not to mention a goddamn Italian who can’t speak Japanese. Asshole.

So when you appeared all stupid with that dumb airheaded smile and speaking in his tongue he had to take a double take because what in the fuck, why the fuck was there some chick here??? Also what translation charms?? This world is too damn confusing he sometimes thinks he’s drunk too much and is dreaming at some bar or in the barracks drooling on the floor.

But ever since then, you’ve, for some reason, decided that you found him fun and have been following him around because…well fuck if he knows. This entire follow-Naoshi thing has been going on for some weeks now and…it’s not unpleasant. Not that he’ll ever admit that to you. Tch.

It’s not that Naoshi doesn’t know how to interact with women, he’s certainly asked his friends and comrades in the 343rd Air Group to send gals his way on account of him wanting to settle down after the war but you’re quite different from those more demure dames that he’s used to, huh? He finds it weird that he’s just accepted that he was kind of being pursued instead of being the pursuer. Not the kind of things a man thinks about while speeding through the air trying not to get killed before taking down everyone else with you but then again, Naoshi rarely thought too deeply besides where he’ll get his next meal, lay or drink. Or all of it.

In other words, Naoshi’s dumbly staring at you all unsure because for some reason you thought it’d be great to cut up those apples and peel mangoes you keep asking the Italian to help you get and feeding it to him because he was apparently being “too cranky”? He was pissed off because damn bugs keep getting stuck to his scarf and what the fuck keeps biting him?!

“The fuck do you mean cranky?! This hellhole’s got mosquitoes everywhe—“

That was the sound of you shutting Naoshi up by shoving a bunny-carved apple into his wide, spitballing, ranty mouth.

“You’re not you when you’re hungry.” You said, snickering like it was supposed to mean something but really it just made him chew on his fruit more, enraged. But just as he was about to speak, you shoved more fruits into his mouth.

The entire afternoon was spent with you being your weird 2024 self asking shit about him and his life and…being interested. Which he won’t lie was refreshing, but he hated the fact that it left him feeling unsure since his previous flings would ask him shit too but never with that look in your eye.

Naoshi still can’t believe you’re from a hundred and so years after he was born. “Are all the women in your time this forward?” He snorted, willingly snagging a bite of the mango you’ve peeled for the nth time, he doesn’t know nor care. It just feels oddly nice sitting down under a tree and not think about whether he’ll be sent to a mission that might mean his last, whether he’ll even have the chance to say goodbye to friends and family.

But your reply threw him off balance more than the first time his Kawanishi N1K failed on him and he thought he was gonna die.

“Only to the men we like.”

…Huh.

“The fuck?” Naoshi muttered, his voice not that loud, belligerence-laced tone that it usually was as he looked at you and oh shit, that blush is cute.

You only smiled to yourself all coy and bashful and he doesn’t know how the fuck you manage that but he stayed frozen on the ground, mango juices staining the corner of his lips while he watched you walk away.

And then his brain finally caught up with what happened and he scrambled to his feet, sprinting after you, catching your wrist.

Pulling you to him, your body pressed against his chest as he decided “fuck it” and smashed his lips against yours.

Was it uncoordinated as shit? It was but that didn’t matter.

Not when you tilted your head and your hands went up under his aviator’s cap to grasp at his trimmed black strands.

[retromotherfuckers]

When the Sun Sets - Part 4

Adriadne

Characters:

adriadne/morgan winchester (OC), dean winchester, sam winchester

Summary:

adriadne finds out who she was before she went to hell. and the winchesters will not rest until they fix what their sister did all those years ago.

Warnings (for entire story):

SPN typical violence, so so much suppressing of emotions, vague mention of SA, depiction of torture, a very pro-torture main character, murder, vague mention of not eating for a while, parental abuse, slight suicidal ideation, SPN typical alcohol abuse, spoiler warning up to the end of season 10, following canon stops after the end of season 2 but things are sure to be mentioned

Word Total:

4k ~ roughly

A/N:

hi, so sorry its been so long, but i finally got the inspiration to continue writing this little mini series. i'm not convinced anyone is still interested in this story, but here's part 4. there's a little hatred towards blondes in this chapter - guys i actually love blonde hair i think its gorgeous - your girl is just a demon. my search history after writing this chapter, god help me.

this takes place loosely around season 10 and i kind of combined when sam tries to cure crowley with when he cures dean.

let me tell you, writing about a person who has no idea what's real is not easy to make good - its a 0/10 for me and i'm not convinced i even succeeded at that

italics = inner thoughts/memories

dean: 36, morgan: 35 (her body is 27), sam: 32

Adriadne vaguely remembered hating the moon coming up when she was human. For some reason, she detested nighttime and all that came with it. She had wanted to believe she wasn't as bad as the humans when she was one. But as she roamed the street of whatever bumblefuck town she was in, she remembered staring blankly at a street lamp once.

It was the only light she had seen for several miles. It illuminated a small bus stop with a bench and a pay phone attached to it. She was in some loud car, with even louder music playing, with her intolerably quiet family. The faces, names, and details of any of them had been long washed away. Somebody in her family needed to make a call, so they stopped, and she was left alone for a few minutes. The yellow beams that kept that area lit were the only thing keeping her from panicking. She had assumed she was only a child in the memory because, I mean, seriously? An adult scared of the dark?

If she had been an adult, Satan help her if she was, it would have been further proof of how weak humans are. Actually, regardless, it was proof. There was no light in Hell. Everything was dark, and only with the sight of a demon could anyone see. She bristled at the thought. Since being on Earth, she had no desire to go back downstairs. 

The darkness of the night did give her a little sense of reminiscence, though. Of home, Alastair, Crowley, her tools. Where she could roam freely without having to cling to that damn sack of flesh. But the daytime was a close second, in her opinion. The sun, as bright and almost blinding as it was, was warm. And it felt…kind of nice.

Turned out, she was a natural blonde, a type of blonde that got even lighter when she lay in the sun. And that rubbed her the wrong way. Like, who was actually blonde nowadays? Every blonde Alastair assigned to her was quickly scalped. And when they were healed, she would do it again. Then, she'd make them drink anti-freeze because many of them had blue eyes. It really had been a fun game.

Watching them die slowly and painfully was always an excellent way to waste an hour. And when they were brought back to life, it was back to her regularly scheduled programming.

It sucked even more that she had blue eyes too. They were so light. Like the human fucking sky or some shit. She liked her black eyes. They were who she was, a dark and malevolent visitor on this planet of fluffy little bunnies. 

At the sound of a whistle, a very loud one, she turned to find the source. "Damn, baby." The man said. He was some random guy on the corner of the street, watching her as she walked. "What's your name?"

She planted a demure little smile like she was so flattered by the attention. With a blush, she said, "Mary."

He smirked. "Are you a virgin, too?"

Imbecile, she groaned inside her head. She had heard that joke back home. It was usually the first thing a demon said when assigned someone with that name. After hearing it for the first time, she chuckled. The second time, she grinned. The fifty-seventh? She ignored it. 

Come up with something new, people, will you?

She flashed some doe eyes at him and pretended to blush even more. "How did you know?"

"I tend to sense these things."

"Oh, do you?" She asked with a grin, flashing her natural eyes at him. But before he could scream, she was slitting his throat.

When the jugular veins are severed, there is a relatively low spray of dark red blood, accompanied by the sound of escaping air, and the human coughs it up. So, to get a forceful spray of bright red, Adriadne's favorite, she cuts the carotid. And usually aims to sever the trachea so they gasp and wither at her feet. And with this guy? She hit the nail on the head.

It only takes a few minutes, but it's such a satisfying death. Being in the land of the living, slitting throats quickly became one of her favorite forms of sending them exactly where they belonged.

When Sam and Dean Winchester caught wind of a case; six hundred sixty-four bodies across the country with a slit throat and the Latin symbol for "hellhound" carved over their right eyebrow, they got on it. They didn't want to let it get to that magic number.

And when they got to the most recent crime scene, Lena Franklin, a thirty-one-year-old female - mother of three - with the same injuries, they found who they were looking for, taking another victim. Only they weren't expecting to find their sister standing over the body.

After knocking her out and locking her up, they summoned Crowley as soon as possible. It was like their lives depended on it, or really, it was their sister's life that they were worried about.

And when he explained the situation to them, they knew what they had to do.

With a whine, Adriadne awoke in a strange room. Filled with walls of file cabinets and Enochian or Latin symbols. She tried to rub at her head, where that damn vase had been thrown at her, but she noticed she was chained down. Usually, she wouldn't have an issue with chains; she could break through steel, and they were so satisfying when some human tried to escape them. But not only were these not steel chains, they were iron. And they had warding signs carved in them.

Fucking hunters.

Surprisingly, if there was any human she didn't entirely detest, it was hunters. They were more robust than the rest and really knew what the real world was like. But they were after her, so now, they had to die. Slowly, bloody, painfully.

"Welcome back, jackass," A voice she recognized said. The same voice threw the vase at her however many hours ago. It was the shorter of the two, but he had the more resounding voice. They were tall for humans, but the other was way bigger. Gigantor also seemed like he was friendlier, the dumbass.

She had heard of the Winchester brothers in Hell. Sam and Dean, she believed their names were. Two brooding brothers with mommy and daddy issues that jumpstarted the apocalypse. Then they fixed it and sent Lucifer back into his cage with Michael. They'd been in and out of hell themselves a few times. The only humans to ever accomplish such feats.

Clearly, they weren't stupid, but goddamn, were they annoying.

Sam was younger but a bit more book-smart, and Dean was the older but sarcastic one. She vaguely knew they had a thing for dying for each other, but that only made her roll her eyes like she so often did at these creatures.

"Dean," Sam scolded.

"And what a warm one at that. You ever have people over?" She groaned. The boys didn't respond, both just shaking their heads. They started pulling stuff out of a cooler, and she read what it said on it with a scoff. "Human blood? You're seriously gonna try and cure me?"

"Yep," Dean deadpanned.

"Oh, please," Adriadne drawled as her head fell back on her shoulders. "Spare me."

"You're a demon, Mo," The youngest said, like it was the worst thing in the world she could be. "We're not just gonna leave you like this."

"Mo? Who the hell is Mo?"

"Morgan," Dean explained, his voice monotone but somehow angry at the same time. "Our sister. The human that you used to be. So we're doing what we should'a done years ago. And saving you. Even if it is from yourself."

"Your sister?"

"Yeah," Sam quipped, annoyed. "Crowley said you wouldn't remember."

"Crowley's the one that-"

"We know," Dean said. "Just shut up."

I didn't even know the Winchesters had a sister, Adriadne thought. But to hell if she wanted to become a damn human. Why would she even consider it? "Ever think maybe your sister wouldn't wanna be saved?"

"Doesn't matter." The oldest Winchester remarked, his voice flat. "You don't get a choice."

With a huff, Adriadne chuckled darkly. "Just let me go do what I wanna do. I don't bother you; you don't bother me. So what the hell do you care?"

"What do we care?" Sam asked, almost dejectedly. He shook his head, not dignifying her with a response, and started pouring holy water around the devil's trap. Reciting the Latin to start the ritual, he grabbed a needle, loaded it up with human blood, and handed it to Dean.

Adriadne looked at her supposed brothers, she didn't even know their birth order. She knew Dean was the oldest and Sam was the youngest. But where did she fit in the lineup? "You got anything stronger in there? Some heroin? Meth? Maybe it'd really make me feel somethin'."

"Don't worry, honey, you're gonna feel a lot."

And before she could fight it, he put the syringe in her arm and pumped the blood directly into her arm. She could feel it coursing through her veins, traveling through her bones, her arteries, her cells. Weaving its way throughout her body like an itch you can't scratch. Involuntarily, she let out a loud roar, a demonic roar, of pain. This damn human blood did not agree with her.

"Look," Sam said as both brothers backed away from her. "We've got a whole bunch more of these to go. You could make this a lot easier on yourself."

"And just in case some part of you gives a crap, we got your blood type."

"You wanna know something?" Adriadne asked, but a new wave of pain from the human blood cut her off. She groaned but wouldn't let it cut her off too long. She was a demon, after all, and pain had never been something she feared. It was something she admired, longed for, craved. "The part of your sister that cared died a long time ago."

Five times, the Winchester brothers had streamlined her with human blood. They didn't say anything when they came in this time, silently injecting her with round six. Like it was the only thing keeping them from breaking.

Adriadne was a demon; she knew that. But now things were becoming a little muddled. There had been small things, small tidbits of images popping in and out of her brain.

They weren't like dreams or nightmares. They were more like poorly done movies of being beaten by someone she was supposed to call her father. Dreams of fighting with her siblings, where even they'd beaten her - but also when she fought back, and they took the beatings themselves. She won and lost over and over, losing the fight when Sam left them for school, winning when Dean tried to get her to stop seeing her high school boyfriend, losing when Dean took away the knife he gave her, and winning when she eventually stole it back. She remembered watching their so-called father yell and scream, practically torturing who she was told were her brothers. She remembered not being able to do anything about it.

She saw herself hunting other creatures - not humans, but monsters. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, djinns, banshees, rugarus. She saw herself taking beatings from them, nearly dying from her injuries several times. She saw herself lose her virginity to a sweet guy from her high school at the time. She saw herself take that night and turn it into a string of drunken one-night stands.

She saw her father coming home drunk almost every night, beaten up. She saw herself patching him up, giving him stitches when necessary. She'd been the one to set her brother's bones when they were broken or dislocated. She'd have to be the one to reset her own because none of them were as good as she was at it. She saw the woman who was supposed to be her mother burn to death on a ceiling as her older brother - a toddler himself - pulled her and her little brother to safety.

And she remembered her father dying, making a deal with a demon to keep his oldest son alive and breathing. Then she remembered doing the same thing for her younger brother.

"You're the Winchesters," Adriadne drawled. "You're hunters. So am I an idiot to assume what you're gonna do once you realize this won't work? You think you got the stomach for that? Killing the girl you think is your sister?"

"We're not worried," Sam denied. "Because we've done this before."

It had been nine hours, nine injections of human blood in her veins, and she could name nine parts of her body she could barely move. She hadn't felt so useless since she was on the rack, and even then, she had a purpose. To postpone, to make it as long as she could. Alastair had given her a choice. Stay on, deal with the consequences, or get off, and then do it to someone else who deserved it too.

She had been at the end of her rope; her soul was already ripped to shreds. And then they healed her and broke it again.

The humans deserved it - that's what she was taught.

But then, why was I the one on the rack? I'm not human.

Yes, I am. Or...I was.

No. My name is Ad-Adria-

She had been having so many memories over the last several hours. But they had to be dreams; she didn't remember them belonging to her. Of the Winchesters, of growing up on Earth, of being a part of an admittedly screwed-up family.

My name is-

"How you doin', Mo?" That was Sam, her…younger brother, she had remembered. The memories were like a plague, keeping her sedentary in a time she had long forgotten. A time, she didn't know if she wanted to go back to or not. It was a time when she cared about them, about humans in general. A time when she had the ability to care.

Mo. Morgan.

She was confused when they called her that. She didn't know how to describe it. But something was weird about that name. These were people that she knew before she went to Hell. People she loved. People she would've sacrificed everything for. People she did sacrifice everything for.

"It doesn't feel right," She rasped, shaking her head as much as possible. Which, apparently, was not a lot.

"No, shit," And there's Dean.

"When you call me that," She explained, despondent, trying to blink away the new memory attempting to take hold of her reality. "It doesn't feel like my name."

"Well, what is your name?" 

She didn't know. Adriadne was supposed to be her name. Morgan was supposed to be her name. How could someone not know their own fucking name? It was the most basic form of identification. Even demons had names. A new wave of pain hits her, and she grips the chair with all her strength. It wasn't a lot; she was so weak. But then another memory took over, and she wasn't even in that room anymore.

"What is your name?" He had asked, his voice cold and unemotional. The girl only shook her head in response, knowing what was coming with her answer. "You will answer me when I speak to you, girl.

"Morgan," She choked out, tears already rolling. "Morgan Winchester."

"You don't deserve my last name." Before she could blink, her cheek was stinging, and she was on the motel room floor. More tears fell involuntarily at the searing pain, at the blood dripping down her face from his ring. She flinched at the hand he rose again, but no hit came. Instead, he laughed - a heartless and calculating laugh. Like it was amusing watching his thirteen-year-old daughter cower at his feet. "You are no Winchester."

He was ready to strike a second time when someone got in the way. 

"Get out of the way, Sam."

"No," his little voice announced. She could hear the emotion in his words as he continued. The little ten-year-old was scrawny, even smaller than she was. "She knows what she did. You don't have to hit her again."

Ignoring the boy, her father turned back to Morgan, practically looking through her little brother. "So this is what you've come to? Making little Sammy fight your damn battles for you?"

She looked him straight in the eyes; the green they usually held was almost black in the room's dim lighting. She had seen this so many times when he was angry, when a hunt didn't go his way, when his children disobeyed him. When she did something wrong. 

"Boys," Her father called, ordering them to shut up and listen. Dean took his hands away from his face with a wince. Sam winced, too, backing away from his father. Nearly crashing into her. "Take this as a learning opportunity. We fight our own battles in this family. And we don't rely on other people to do it for us." 

And with that, Sam was pushed out of the way, and he was on top of her.

"Dad," She gasped, finally back in the present but staring into space. Both brothers' heads shot up at the recall. "He was- he was mean."

"Yeah," Dean agreed, making her eyes lock on his. The whites of his eyes were red like the mention of his father had him holding things back. A storm was brewing behind his eyes, one he wouldn't let come to fruition. "He had his moments."

"He was so mad all the time," The girl croaked, her voice breaking even more. She was lost, not looking at them. Keeping her eyes down, they darted back and forth as she practically stared through the flesh and bone before her. "Watch out for Sammy. Make sure Sam's safe. Don't let anybody touch Sammy. If anything happens to him, I'll know whose fault it is." Her older brother only nodded, but Sam's eyes fluttered back and forth between his siblings. Like he was realizing something he hadn't before. "We were always watching out for Sammy. Who- who watched out for us?"

"Well, for one, Sammy watched out for us. And I watched for both of you, and you took care of us."

"I took care of you?"

"Yeah, Mo, you did," Sam said plainly.

"But I-I went to-" She denied, not entirely believing them. "I went to Hell, and now I don't know anything. You're my brothers? My family? My family tortured me. They-they're the ones that put me on the rack."

"Is that what they told you?" Sam asked, bewildered.

"I saw it!" She roared. Everything came back to her in waves, and not like a movie this time; these were memories. She knew it; she couldn't question it. "You hurt me- you- you touched me." She finally looked up at them, unable to hide the tears. She shook her head, trying to shake away the red, the blood, the screaming, the agony. "You- you- family isn't supposed to do that!"

Sam and Dean stared, their faces pale and drained. They didn't hide their emotions - like she remembered they did so often. They wore it plainly on their faces. Sam was a mixture of deep regret and sorrow. Dean wasn't just angry; he was simmering with rage.

"Now, you listen to me," Dean ordered, and she could almost hear a trace of their father in his voice. He leaned against the arms of her chair - her current prison - and gave her a stare that kept her captive in his gaze. "I went to Hell, too. They did the same thing to me. It. Wasn't. Us. And I know you don't believe that. But you will. Eventually."

When he finished, she nodded. He was wrong. Some part of her did believe him. The conviction in his words, the way he didn't bother to hide the angry tears in his eyes. Some part of her - a minuscule part - hoped he wasn't lying. That her family was still there for her. That maybe, even after everything that had happened, they would hold her when this was all over. 

At her slight confirmation, he nodded, too, and stepped back, giving his younger brother room for the next shot. Sam came forward and quickly, without hesitation, put the syringe in her arm and pressed down.

"I don't even know my own name."

Sam didn't balk at her words. He just shook his head and gave her a small, barely there smile.

"You will."

"I don't wanna be human," She cried. Eleven injections in, she could feel the human blood becoming her own. Integrating into her bones, her DNA changed with every second that passed. Her power was draining, and she didn't like it. She was returning to who she was before Hell, the young girl with daddy issues, with two brothers who loved her - but could never get along with.

"Humans are weak, they- their emotions, it's too much," She continued, shuddering. "They feel too much, they don't see how useless they are. How- how small they are. There are eight billion of you, and all of you think you're the most important one. You all think you have some fucked up purpose, that there's something more you can do with your pointless little lives."

"No one here is gonna tell you that being human is a walk in the park," Sam said, his voice calm and steady as if he was expecting her to say this. "But it is better than being a demon. Than killing for no reason. Because even if you don't believe it, I believe we do have a purpose. Maybe it's a tiny one, maybe you're just supposed to be here to make someone else happy. Maybe you're here to teach someone a lesson. Maybe you're here to save the world." His words got light at that, like it was an inside joke, and Dean let out a small laugh. But just because you don't know what it is or can't see it doesn't mean you don't have one." 

Before she could respond or give any words to the contrary, he put the needle in her arm and gave her the twelfth shot.

Morgan Winchester opened her eyes. And they were black. She could feel it, feel the remnants of Hell in her eyes. But as quickly as it came, it went. And as they cleared, she groaned. It was a strange feeling, but she felt lighter. Like there wasn't as much weight on her shoulders as before. Her eyes were blue again, like the sky people loved to stare at. Then she remembered she was human again. She was just a young girl again, not a demon, not a monster. 

And then the weight returned. Only this time, it was even heavier, as if someone had tied an anvil around her neck and thrown her into the ocean. She remembered everything. Her life, her father, her mother, her brothers, Sam dying, her dad dying, her deal with a demon, Hell, being tortured, then turning around and doing the same, becoming a demon, becoming Adriadne, taking a joyride upstairs, murdering so many innocents. Then, being in here, the crowded but well-protected safe room in some place she had no knowledge of. 

She could see her brothers a few feet away. Sam stood in front of Dean, holding a flask - their postures were identical. Tight and reserved, with their brows furrowed and their feet cemented into the floor.

Her face contorted into a question, and she greeted them with their names. She didn't know what else to say. But before she could speak again, Dean threw whatever was in the flask at her face.

Water. Water. Water.

And without needing a second to think about it, Morgan realized it was blessed. Holy water. They were putting her through one final test. To see if their work had paid off. When it didn't burn, sizzle, or boil her skin, her brothers let out a deep exhale of relief. Then, so did she.

"Welcome back, Morgan."

[deadbydangit]

As I was about to write something else, I noticed two bunnies hopping along in my backyard and it gave me an idea for something else. Please enjoy!

When the Reader brings home an animal.

Deathslinger, Nightmare, Spirit, Trickster, Ghostface

Deathslinger

He would've been perfectly content just drinking in the bar with just you.

And it had been that way for a long time.

Till you came back one day hiding something in your shirt.

"Okay. I'll bite. What is it?"

He thought you were hiding a gift or something.

He wasn't expecting you to pull out a kitten.

"No."

No matter how much you plead and cry.

No, don't give him those puppy dog eyes.

No, you can't-

Ugh, he can stay the night.

Okay, only till he finds a good home.

Well... He's your cat now.

You walked in on him one day, speaking to someone.

"Alright Fluffy. Now I may be the man around here, but if I'm not around you gotta promise to protect them. Ya' here?"

The cat was on the bar table next to him, lapping up a bowl of water.

Talking to the kitty like they were old friends.

He doesn't really do the baby talk thing.

"I trust you. I know you love them as much as I do. So we have to work together."

Don't tell Caleb you saw that.

He'll totally deny it.

But if his little Fluffy catches a rat, he's going to put that cat on a pedestal.

He's super proud of his cat.

"Look at that Darlin'. We won't be having any pest problems."

Nightmare

No, stop. Stop right there.

You're trying to sneak something in. He can tell.

Empty your pockets....

Both of them!

A frog?

Where did you get a frog?

Whatever, no, you can't keep it.

No, don't look at him like that. The answer is no.

No. Seriously.

Augh! Fine! But he wants nothing to do with the damned thing.

It's your pet. Not his. He won't be taking care of it.

You started noticing books on frog care around the house.

"It's not good to give them water that hasn't been purified."

"You aren't feeding him enough."

"You can't touch them like that."

So much for it being all your pet.

He's basically taking over.

It's like he's taking the frog as his own child.

It's pretty cute to walk in and see Freddy having full conversations with the frog.

"So yeah, trials were pretty good today. That David asshole really got what was coming to him."

Don't remind him of the time when he didn't want the little critter.

Because he will firmly deny it.

Spirit

It's a toss up over who would be the first to bring an animal home.

You don't even have to try and sneak it in.

Is that a puppy?

And Rin is all over the dog.

Kisses, hugs, plans on what you'll need to get, and all the possible names!

She is a huge softy for animals, especially fluffy ones.

"Oh! Let's keep her!"

She's the type to bring any animal home and ask to keep them.

And the baby talk this girl can do.

"Who's my wittle pumpkin? Who's the cutest wittle baby ever? It's you! Mommy woves you. Yes she does."

She won't even care if you're in the room to witness this.

Hell, join her in spoiling the puppy.

And outfits, she has so many outfits for the dog.

You have no idea where they even came from.

You will never see that pup without something on.

Hair bows, bandanas, hats, sometimes even little shirts or dresses.

She will find matching clothes for the three of you.

Don't think this dog won't be the most spoiled thing ever.

Trickster

Are you hiding something from him?

You are!

What's this? You've been hiding a bunny in your closet?!

He doesn't really care that you've been hiding it.

He's upset that it might receive more attention than him.

Ji-Woon is the super jealous type.

So jealous that he'll be glaring at this rabbit whenever you're carrying it.

Whenever you say you're about to go feed your bunny or play with them, Ji-Woon refuses to let you go.

You should pay more attention to him.

You should only pay attention to him.

Isn't he enough?

He'll come around though.

If the bunny makes you that happy, then he'll tolerate it.

Just make sure to give both of them lots of attention.

Ghostface

He actually was the one to bring the animal in.

"Hey babe, check out what I found!"

That's a snake.

That... Is that safe?

"Don't worry. He's super chill, see?"

He will shove that snake in your face.

He seems to have really tamed this animal.

You're going to be the one taking care of the snake.

It's name is Hisses, apparently.

"Yeah, like kisses, but he hisses. So it's Hisses. Get it."

Being terrible at naming things aside.

Danny is really happy.

The way he shows off his darling snake.

"Hey Sally! Look!"

He really enjoys showing people who are or potentially are afraid of snakes.

That power he gets over them.

It's going to get him into a significant amount of trouble.

But he's just so happy, and who are you to take that happiness away from him.

[signanothername]

Fic List part 2:

The Mentor: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15243009/chapters/35354844#workskin

Blades worries about a failing test, Dani is there for moral support, and Rachet is being his lovable jerk self

Creases & Coffee: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15928487#main

Charlie and Chase have a nice moment 🥺

Chasing Plot Bunnies: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17719103

Chase struggles with writers block. Man, I love Chase.

Expression: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17358023#main

Kade takes care of the bots after the squilsh incident. Fluffy, but not as much as it would seem.

Nothing breaks like a spark: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27521791

Hurt/comfort, Charlie is a father to five kids plus four bots, Blades and Chase are Amica Endura, and the protectobots are mentioned.

Btw, This writer has a lot of other TRB stories

Fear Not the Storm That Roars Around You: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32289700#main

More Blades and Chase being Amica and just, my heart, it’s too full.

Double Villany: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32098291/chapters/79519660#workskin

Charlie’s perspective of the episode, and a good reminder that these lovable robots are 15-20 feet metal build aliens.

Anger: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35182702#main

A study on how the Bots deal with anger. Very accurate neurodivergent point of view which my ADHD brain really appreciates.

Heatwave's Human Sparkling: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16345991/chapters/38245040#workskin

Cody being Hearwave’s favorite for two chapters straight. Very fluffy <3.

Hot Brown Water in a Cylindrical Container: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38775837#main

Chase being too pure for this world.

No Impulse Control: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27523384#main

Blades and Dani being a chaotic duo

OverProtective: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3729625/chapters/8265070

The bots love their partners so much 😭

HELL YAAAA

Time to ramble again >:)

———

-the mentor:

I LOVE THISSSSSS, it feels so in character and i love the unique concept, ngl tho what Ratchet did with making the dummy look like HW was horrifying in the best way possible, yet it’s so in character chchch

I adore this part

And I really love how the convo shifted to Bee’s voice box, the transtion was smooth

10/10 fic

———

-creases & coffee:

OH MY GOD

This fic is the fluffiest hurt/comfort fic I’ve ever read, you have no idea how much i ADORE bittersweet stories and this one is so beautiful 😭❤️🌷✨

———

-chasing plot bunnies:

I love this one! So nice to read and omg the writer’s block was described so well hcchchhc

I relate so bad

———

-expression:

GODDAMN

This is the kinda story I need a part 2 for cause aaaaaaaaa

I love stories the explore characters beyond their main traits and get to the small things, especially for characters like Kade and HW who love to put on a front hahaha

Also damn Chase out getting HW, the “you do this to yourself” is such a punch to the gut yet the way he says it as a matter of fact chchhcch

Chase my beloved

I also love how Blades was super not happy with Heatwave’s field reaction chchhc

———

-nothing breaks like a spark:

My heaarrrrtttttt!!! I love hurt/comfort stories and i adore that the concept of Blades being a gestalt with the protectobots from G1 is tied to the aligned continuity aaaa 😭❤️🌷✨

The fact Charlie is the one talking to blades and literally being a dad to him is everything to meeeeee vhvjjv

Also THE WRITER GETS ME WITH AMICA ENDURA BLADES AND CHASE AAAAA

Really adorable story

(Will definitely check their other stories out)

———

-fear not the storm that roars around you:

*slams table*

AAAAAHHH THIS ONE WAS SO DAMN SWEET I CAANNNTTTT

I love the parallel between them and how Blades comforted chase, the lil hug at the end got to me

Amica Endura Blades and Chase for life <3333

———

-double villainy:

Ok WOOOOWWWWOWOWO

This was such a cool read, I really love to see other perspectives with interesting plots like the double villainy episode! Charlie’s thoughts are super realistic to that of a father snd a tiny human compared to giant alien robots

Not to mention, seeing Charlie’s thought process with thinking who’s the most dangerous (in this instance, Chase) was really awesome

Such a satisfying read 10/10

———

-anger:

Damn this is so relatable

And I genuinely love how the descriptions give the feeling justice

Guess it’s time i make a comfort fic list shshhsh

———

-Heatwave's human sparkling:

THIS IS SO ADORABLE DAD HEATWAVE IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEE

I really asore how Sparkling is used to refer to cody nonstop shhsgs

———

-hot brown water in a cylindrical container:

WHEEZE OMG I LOVE THIS

oh dear Chase, he’s trying his best

———

-no impulse control:

Aaaaaa the flufff and sillinessssss dhhdhdh

Blades’ and Dani’s dynamic here is so amazing and i’d love to read more fics for these two dhbdhd

Charlie being such a supportive dad is everything to me

———

-overprotective:

This is it

This is the fic that killed me with fluff

I LOVE IT SO MUUUCGHHHSNDHHDBXJDH

Side note: never thought i’d ever see HW being described as a cat yet here we are and I wholeheartedly approve <3333

———

Again THANK U SM FOR RECOMMENDING THESE :D

Plz feel free to send fics my way any time >:)

I saw your last ask for another fic and imma read it through and answer said ask <333

[nerosdailydiary]

*Gives you a calm bunny with a bowtie* Can you give this to Kyrie please..? She deserves it for being so nice! We all appreciate her. Maybe just because of the food...

Oh man, this is such a damn fluffy bunny, hEy! Don’t worry Anon!! I’ll make sure to give it to her! I’m sure she’d enjoy it a damn lot!! Actually, to make sure I don’t lose it- hEY @diaryofkyrie ONE OF THE ANON’S SHIPPED A BUNNY FOR YA!

[zombiewhor3]

i was wondering if you could make a rick grimes x reader fluff! <33

A FAMILY?

rick grimes x fem reader (season 5 era)

WARNINGS: reader has slight baby fever, young Judith, Alexandria era, cuddly Rick, soft reader/Rick, really just some fluffy stuff,

a/n: sorry for not posting my break ended so i had to go back to school and it's been hectic making up assignments and trying to get everything back in order, i've also been sick all week so enjoy this fluffy request while i try and catch up on more posts and stories to make up for the time i have been gone !!

she hummed softly as she lifted the once whining Judith into her arms, now she was happy as a clam and babbling while she carried a stuffed toy in her hand, y/n smiled as she looked over at the still sleeping Rick who just looked to damn peaceful to wake.

She sat with Judith while pulling off a story book Daryl had found on one of the runs thinking that maybe Judith would've liked it and sure as hell she did, her eyes brightened each time she looked at the bright colored pages and the illustrations, her hand ran over the bunnies that were drawn out on the page.

the light coffee colored pages had small paragraphs of words printed in black ink and a pretty font that y/n had started to read aloud to her, Judith sat back in her arms holding onto the bunny she had while she was focused on the book.

she was just a little over a year old so she was so focused on touching and exploring everything around her, she giggled hearing y/n say the words peter rabbit to her with a bright smile on her face.

Rick had heard the giggle as he flipped around flickering his eyes open to see the two sitting on the love seat in the room, he smiled so bright he thought he was going to explode.

"morning sunshines" he spoke covering himself in the white bed-sheets watching as y/n looked up at him, his daughter to focused on the book to even such as look up at him.

"morning sheriff" y/n teased sitting up with Judith in her arms and placing her down against the bed, she had thought about her own kid with Rick, she thought about giving a sibling to Carl and Judith.

she simply just wanted a family with rick, "what are you thinking about? i can the gears in your brain turning" rick asked propping Judith up against his chest as she fiddled with the book happily content with the pages she couldn't read yet.

"just a family" she spoke rubbing some of Judith's blonde hair from her face while she smiled softly, "the one we have now with all our friends or the family with Judith and Carl?" Rick asked while he rubbed his thumb in circles over the soft skin of her thigh.

"i mean the second one yes, but a new addition to the family would be a better way to put it i guess" she admitted looking down at his hand still rubbing small circles on her.

"like a baby? like Judith?" he asked watching her nod her head she knew it was stupid, she knew it was reckless but somehow someway she just wanted it so damn bad.

"tell you what if things blow over well in the next few months i will give you a baby, hell i'll give you as many as you want" he spoke with a smug smile and a wink referring to the baby making part.

"one little angel will do"

[csbenthusiast]

Pretty lips - C.Soobin X f!reader

a/n: this was in my drafts for weeks lmao and it was supposed to be out on Soobin’s birthday, but oh well🥲 I finished revising it today tbh and I’m not sure if it’s good enough, but if keep this one more day to myself I’ll go insane. Also, this is very self-inserted, sorry in advance.

English is not my first language, sorry for any possible mistakes and typos(I was very tired lol)!!

Genre: very very fluffy, angst if you squint really hard(not really, Soobin is just worried), a bit suggestive in some parts(but not really, I really don’t know) and the end might be suggestive as well I’m not sure 🥹

CW: mentions of food, kisses, use of pet names(baby, bunny, bubs, sweetheart), Soobin and oc are both shy and whipped for each other; oc tries to make Soobin a birthday surprise, one(?) mention of murder but like, nothing serious, really! I think that’s all! Please let me know if I missed something!!

Word count: 1945(this was long for no reason)

Soobin woke up earlier than he would've liked to. The space next to him, usually filled by his girlfriend, was now empty. The sheets were cold, which meant she left the bed a while ago.

“Baby?” he called, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to make the tiredness go away.

No one answered, though. And by that time, he was fully awake.

He left the warmth of his bed and made his way straight to the bathroom, hoping Y/N was there. But she wasn’t. So he looked for her in every room in the apartament and even checked the pool area, but she was still missing.

The boy tried to contact her, but she ignored all of his calls and texts. Soobin was no longer needy, he was worried and slightly mad.

A few minutes had passed by. He was in the kitchen looking for something to eat and noticed a pink sticky-note on the counter. That was not there yesterday.

Soobin walked up to where the little note was and read it. Turns the girl had warned him after all.

“Good morning, baby! I had an emergency and left early. I’m sorry, but there’s no need to worry about me! I’m sorry and I love you a lot”

“Saying you had an emergency was really not her smartest idea. Damn, y/n, you should’ve woken me up.” he mumbled.

It was Soobin’s birthday and they were supposed to celebrate it together. He knew it wasn’t right, but he couldn’t help but be a little disappointed with it. Had she really forgotten it? Nonetheless, he decided to check up on her.

Soobin grabbed his things and took an uber straight to y/n’s home. He just needed to make sure she was there, safe.

When he got there, he unlocked the door with the spare keys his girlfriend had given him and hoped she was, in fact, there after all.

“She has to be kidding me…” that's what he mumbled after no answers again, sighing and rubbing his neck and checking every corner of the house.

The kitchen was his last hope.

Soobin entered the said room and the scene in front of him made his heart melt: his girlfriend dancing with her headphones on while she baked something.

He swears he fell in love all over again. It might sound silly, but that’s just how it is. Domestic.

“Unbelievable” he whispered, walking towards her, big grin on his face.

Soobin got behind her and placed his hands on her sides, making the girl freeze in her place.

Slowly, she turned around only to see her boyfriend smiling.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Y/n whispered-screamed “Not gonna lie, I thought I was about to get murdered.”

“Then next time don’t listen to music this loud.” Soobin said and bent down to place a kiss on her forehead, but she was quick enough to give him a light smack on his arms after.

“Happy birthday bunny.” she said, embracing him and pecking his cheek.

“Not happy. You left me all alone this early morning. I thought you had forgotten my birthday.” He nuzzled his head on the space between her shoulders, making a giggle light up on her chest.

“I’m sorry” Y/N whined “But it was for legal purposes: surprising my boyfriend. And you were not supposed to follow me here.” she pouted.

“Saying you had an emergency was not your smartest idea, if you want to know my opinion. Plus, you haven’t answered any of my calls, I was worried.”

“How can I make it up to you, baby?”

Soobin’s ears suddenly got as red as a tomato, but the girl decided to brush it off.

“Since it’s my special day, I wouldn’t mind a few kisses,” He said scanning her face, going forward to steal a kiss. Y/N was faster, though; running away from him and giggling like a child.

“Not now! I want you to help me with the cake, which was a surprise, may I say.” she tugged Soobin’s sweater sleeve.

And he gladly did as he was told! Quality time with his lover was one of the things he craved the most.

After a while they ended up in a frosting fight,–previously a competition of who could decorate the cake better– covering them up with icing.

“How can you stand here looking like this?” Serena asked, placing her small hands in each side of the man’s face.

“Like what?”

“Like this!” she gestured, a bit flustered “Like, our faces are a mess and yet you still managed to look gorgeous.”

Blood rushed into Soobin’s cheek once again and he started smiling like a little boy.

“Stop!” he whined, hiding his face.

“Are you shy, baby?” Y/N took a shot to start teasing him with a wide grin on her face.

His body was warm. The girl had him wrapped around her fingers.

Although, in a sudden rush of confidence, he held her face with his much bigger hands and leaned towards for a kiss.

When the girl closed her eyes, he saw that as an opportunity to pay back. He put what was left of the icing on his finger and gently pressed it onto her nose.

“Hey, where is my kiss?!”

“As long as I remember, you did the same to me earlier.” Soobin fake pouted “Plus, you left me all alone, so…”

“Jesus, you make one wrong thing and people can’t forget, can they?” she jokingly rolled her eyes before continuing “I’ll clean up here, please wait in the living room, I will join you right after, baby.”

Soobin’s lips quivered adorably and Y/N’s heart melted.

“Let me help, I–”

“Definitely no. Last time you broke my tea mug…I swear it won’t take longer than ten minutes.”

The boy was sulking, but he did what he was told to do.

He sat on the couch and picked their favourite movie and for a few seconds he really tried to pay attention to it, but he was impatient and craving for some kind of affection.

When Soobin was about to get up, a head peeked through the door frame.

“See? I knew you would survive a few minutes without me!” Y/n said, adjusting herself on his side, offering him a slice of cake, snuggling and placing her head on his shoulder. “Oh, Whisper of the heart is my favourite movie!”

“I know.�� Soobin whispered and bumped his head on hers.

The girl looked up to see his face, analysing every feature.

“Happy birthday, baby.” she suddenly pecked his cheek “I’m sorry for leaving you behind.”

“It truly is okay, sweetheart. You meant well.” he caressed her hair, putting a piece of it behind her ear. “Thanks for putting so much effort into this.”

“But it’s just a cake, though.”

“It means a lot to me, though.”

Both Soobin’s and y/n’s insides were bubbling with joy and heart aching, in a good way.

The movie was still playing on the background, but the girl’s attention was long gone, now observing her boyfriend’s face.

He noticed that, to be honest. A wide grin painted his face and, perhaps, his ears were red for the nth time.

“What are you looking at, bubs? Is there something on my face?” He spoke, breaking the silence.

“What? No!” she panicked, looking down, embarrassed for being caught.

“Please, say it, baby.” The tall man encouraged her, taking his sweet time and teasing her a little.

Her cheeks were flushing.

Y/N looked at him, glancing at his hand and holding them. Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his mouth.

“You have nice lips, did you know that?” she whispered as if someone besides them would hear it.

His eyes widened at the compliment, but his surprise soon turned into some kind of a nervous laughter.

The girl was confused. Why is laughing?

“You said I had nice lips! Who says that?”

“Well, I do? God, it seems like I’m the romantic one in this relationship.” she huffed getting up.

“It was adorable, though. Don’t be mad, baby.” he said getting up nas well, standing in front of her and, again, adjusting a piece of hair covering her face. “You are adorable…This might be the best birthday I’ve ever had”.

“Yeah? “Why?” She teased, hooking her arms around his neck and bringing him a tad closer.

They were -literally- face to face. Soobin’s breath was fanning against her features; it was uneven, he was nervous despite being together for a few years now.

He unconsciously licked his soft plump lips and looked at her through his lashes before thinking of an answer.

“Because I got to spend it with you. Only you.” he finally said it.

It was cliché, he was aware of that. But it was the truth.

Y/N on the other hand was malfunctioning, –she was just good at hiding it– hypnotised to think of anything.

Her gaze was on Soobin’s lips again and he noticed that. This time, he was anything but subtle about it.

So, this time, he quickly tilted her chin, looking into her eyes and eagerly going for a kiss, a real one this time.

“Stop!” she half-screamed “You have to go in gently, baby.”

“Like this?” Soobin asked, taking a step back before pecking her forehead, nose and cheeks and, finally, locking their lips.

Even though it was a lot calmer and sweeter, Soobin hesitated a little. And the girl noticed.

That’s why she scratched the back of his head, making his worries vanish away.

The kiss was tender, gentle; they were holding each other as if one of them would break. But at the same time, y/n was giddy, letting a few giggles escape. It was messy, a good kind of messy.

Her feathery touches against her boyfriend’s skin made his chest tighten and without much thinking, he brought her closer to his body– as if that was possible.

Cutting off the kiss, Y/n was the first one to pull back. But Soobin was insatiable, in some kind of haze trying his best to reach her lips again, eyes closed the whole time.

“Easy, pretty boy. I need to breathe.” She placed her hands on his shoulders to keep him away.

“I need more. Please, baby, just one more” he took a deep breath, feeling his body grow warm.

“Soobin…”

“Y/n-ie!” he whined like a little kid, making her laugh.

He had an adorable frown painting his features and she couldn’t help but feel captivated by him.

Her fingers drifted from his shoulders to his hair, she slided it through his fluffy blond locks and placed it on his face, tip-toeing to place a swift sweet peck on his lips. This act of love made him chuckle lightly.

It felt so domestic to do that or being that close in the living room with the dim lights.

Soobin took a step back, placing his head on her neck and giving an innocent kiss there, shying away right after.

They stood in the middle of the room for a while, just enjoying the comfortable environment until the boy broke the silence.

“I hope I get to spend more days like this with you.”

“Oh, believe me, bunny, you won’t get away from me that easily.” they chuckled.

“Good, I wasn’t planning on letting you go.” he pressed his forehead against Y/n’s and tickled her waist.

“You do have nice lips, I meant that.”

Soobin rolled his eyes and flashed her a genuine smile, making a quick remark due to the sudden boost of confidence.

“If you like them this much, show your gratitude.”

“Oh, I gladly will”.

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

I'm considering making a sideblog for thirsts and the like, also considering making it male/gn reader only. Idk, idk.

Anyways, Bunny Hybrid anon, I've lost your ask but I remember the base of it! So hopefully this makes up for the false post and lost time🙃

GN!Bunny Hybrid Reader x Buddha || SFW || Headcanons || Warnings: Some cursing, but this is otherwise pretty fluffy!

You've got these fluffy, giant, soft floppy ears on the top of your head that twitch and turn and bend and are just overall TOO adorable-

And you thought he wouldn't touch them?

The first time you guys meet you're shrieking in surprise, because you were simply chilling with friends when you feel two hands just GRIPPING your ears! What the hell man?!

Slightly intimidated once you realize the perpetrator is an absolute beef cake of a man, you direct him on how to gently handle your ears. You've been stuck with him ever since.

Genuinely though, he'll come up behind you whenever, wherever, and just have his fun. You've gotten used to it as this point, even enjoy it. It's relaxing.

Fuzzy bunny tail. He didn't even know you had one until you grumbled about "them" not making cute clothes with tail holes. "...Why would you need a tail hole?"

You kinda look at each other stupid until you go "Cuz I have a tail???"

Immediately you are bombarded with questions, "Can I touch it?!" Coming up several notable times. The most notable having teary puppy eyes, a stuck out and quivering bottom lip, and a whole lotta pleases.

At first, he thinks you need a special rabbit diet. He looks up "what do bunnies eat" on Google and makes food centered around that. THEN he sees you eating meat and goes berserk thinking you're gonna die or something. Very cute seeing the way he visibly calms down when you tell him otherwise.

You're... fast. Like, really fast. Not as fast as a literal god obviously, but he does enjoy racing you around open fields. You've never played tag so much in your damn life. Sometimes, you'll snatch candy out of his mouth and run off with it, bursting into giggles and accelerating when you see how serious he is about catching you.

The little nose wiggles bunnies do? Yeah, you do that. And he's absolutely in love with it. He'll boop your nose to make it happen, purposely say something confusing, waft a certain scent throughout the house, anything he thinks will get him to see it. You've done it out of confusion, hunger, pleasure, anger even. Do it during an argument and all of a sudden you're right and he was a fool to question you.

BONUS lmao

Binkies. When rabbits are happy, they'll jump and do little tricks in the air. The first time he saw you do it was after he gave you flowers and candy (probably as an apology for not just asking about your diet lmao) You jumped rather high and did a full flip in the air, AND managed to land on your feet. Shocked? Flabbergasted? Intrigued? Deeply pleased? He was all that and more. Really wants to see you do it again lol, will probably brag about it to the other gods.

"Yeah, but does your lover do a midair front flip and land on their feet when they're happy? Didn't think so shut the fuck up."

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A/N: Life's been so fucking busy these past few months, as I'm pretty sure it was months ago I got this. It feels like it got dammit. I'm so energized and free right now though, I've got a few things I wanna try and iron out and get done/started. Hope you enjoy, Odin requester I'm coming for you next<3

[anenbylittlepotato]

What are the reactions of the demon brothers to MC's pet bunny who gives bunny kisses to the brothers?

Aww, this is so cute! 🥺

The Demon Bros with MC's Pet Bunny

Lucifer

When he first sees MC's bunny he just groans. He has to take care of a human and a bunny now?! Why doesn't Diavolo tell him these things?!

He just sighs and takes a moment to make peace with the fact that he'll just have to buy bunny food for the next year... Right...?

NOPE. Turns out taking care of a bunny is much more work than it seems, as MC explains to him. Great...

So uh... Yeah, safe to say that he has nothing but burning hatred for this bunny at first. Stop causing him so much more work dammit.

But honestly, who could conceivably stay mad at a bunny for long? They're so round and soft and fluffy and adorable. Even Lucifer, the almighty himself, isn't immune to a bunny's charms.

Eventually, the tiny little thing grows on him. He never lets any of his brothers see, but he'll occasionally slip the bunny a little treat or two, and sometimes he'll set the bunny on his desk while he works so he can reach over and pet her occasionally. And one time when he was sitting on the couch while his brothers were away and he was so stressed out to the point that he was almost tempted to bash his head against a wall, the little thing came up to him and just??? Puts her tiny little paws on his foot??? And looked up at him with those big round eyes, nose twitching and ears perked??? Almost like she was concerned for him??? Oh, he's in love. Now every time he's stressed out like that, he seeks out your bunny for comfort.

But then??? One day??? The bunny??? Gives him little bunny kisses??? Oh, he melts. This man is fucking putty. He's weak.

Please, this man loves your bunny. But of course, he never shows it around his brothers. And he rarely shows it around you. It's just a him and the bunny thing. No one else needs to know.

Mammon

The moment this man sees your bunny for the first time he's in love. Love at first sight is real, my dudes.

But she's just so??? Small??? And round??? And fluffy??? And cute??? How could you NOT love such a thing, honestly?

He still complains when he has to take care of you, but he's still really excited about your bunny.

This man,,, spoils the hell out of your bunny. He's constantly smothering her with love, and he constantly gives her little treats and gives her carrots and lettuce and any little snacks that she likes. And he lets her up on the couch and he holds her in his lap. He's adopted your bunny. That's his bunny now.

And when the bunny gives him little bunny kisses? He's dead. His heart spontaneously combusts right then and there. He didn't think he could love this bunny any more than he did, but then it happened. Please, bunny, you're going to be the death of him.

He definitely doesn't let his brothers see how much he loves this bunny though. He knows they would endlessly hound on him for it.

Leviathan

Honestly? He's definitely not very fond of your bunny when he first sees her. Sorry, but he's much more privy to reptilian and aquatic animals. Land mammals aren't really his thing.

They're just so... Weird to him, honestly. Those big weird eyes, the fact that they're completely covered in fuzz as if they're a moldy piece of food, their weird nails and their weird little noses. They freak him out.

So yeah, definitely not a fan of the bunny. He avoids her at all costs. Every time the bunny comes near him or touches him in any way, he's immediately in his demon form and leaps to the other side of the room, moving faster than anyone's ever seen him move in his life. Get that thing away from him-

His brothers find this so damn amusing. Especially Mammon. Mammon constantly pulls pranks on Levi that involve the bunny (though, of course, bunny-safe pranks, he doesn't want it getting hurt-) and teases him relentlessly about it.

One day you go over to Levi and gently try to convince Levi to at least try to bond with your bunny. It takes a lot of convincing and bribing, but he finally agrees. So you take him over to the bunny and sit down in front of her with him. Levi is shaking like a fucking leaf as you grab his arm and hold it out to the bunny. He jumps and lets out a small yelp as the bunny steps forward to sniff his hand. And he's whimpering and shaking when the bunny moves even closer to him and???? Climbs into his lap??? He's he is frozen with fear at this point. He doesn't know what to do, MC, help him. When you tell him the bunny likes him, he just really shook. It likes him??? A yucky, gross otaku like him???

And then, when it gives him bunny kisses???? MC has to explain what it's doing but when he understands he's just??? In shock.

There's no way he could hate the bunny after that. He finds solidarity with the bunny after that.

Satan

Satan is a cat person, through and through. However, this absolutely does not mean he'll stick up his nose to other furry, four-legged friends. Quite the contrary, he likes them too. Make no mistake, cats are and always will be his go-to, but that he still likes other animals too. He's flexible with his love.

So, safe to say, when he sees your bunny, he gets quite excited. Are you gonna help him annoy Lucifer, little girl? Are you?

He's also really excited to use all of his reading knowledge to help take care of the bunny. He knows exactly what the bunny needs and helps you pick out the things that would be best for her.

Sometimes, when he's reading, your bunny will walk up to him and, without looking up from his book, he'll reach over and gently stroke her ears. Though he has to keep the bunny out of his room because she loves to nibble the books.

He doesn't really care about letting his brothers know he likes the bunny. He's not embarrassed by his love of animals.

Asmodeus

He adores your bunny. She's just so cute! Though don't put her on him, it'll get hair on his new outfit!

This man takes so many Devilgram pics of and with this bunny. His fans love her! And he even gets cute little outfits for her! And he grooms her soft fur and gives her cute little bows! One day he tried to give her a bath, not knowing the dangers. Luckily, MC and Satan managed to stop him before it was too late. Please don't bathe your bunnies in water unless your vet tells you to, it's very bad for them

Seriously tho, this man gives your bunny some little bunny spa days. He pampers your bunny. Asmo, please, she doesn't need her nails painted, she's a bunny. And did... Did you seriously put cucumbers on her eyes??? She's gonna eat them-

But when she gives him bunny kisses? Oh, she's so cute, oh my goodness! He absolutely has to get as many pictures of this moment as he can! It's just too precious not to post all over Devilgram! His fans are going to adore this!! And he was right, too, as it ends up being one of his most popular posts.

And he's never been shy about showing his affections toward you around others why would he be shy about showing affection to your bunny?

Beelzebub

When he first saw her, he may or may not have thought about eating her-

But don't worry, he managed to resist.

Honestly, he doesn't really mind the bunny too much aside from the occasional thought about eating her. He never really pays much attention to her at first except when he's really hungry.

But as he gets closer to you and starts spending more time with her in turn, and he comes to like her. She's really cute. Just like you!

Sometimes she'll come up to him while he's eating and he'll drop her the occasional leaf or carrot piece. And she really likes to crawl into his lap and just peek out at everyone. And he really likes to touch her soft fur. Sometimes the bunny follows him around. I think she feels safest with him out of all of the brothers. Which... Fair enough, honestly.

And when she gave him bunny kisses? Oh, the little large pure boi was so happy and excited. MC, look, she likes him!! Are you looking, MC?

He's never been the most secretive when it comes to his feelings, so he doesn't really mind showing affection to the bunny around his brothers.

Belphegor

Haha, he's in the attic what are you talking about-

Nah, nah, jk, he still sees your bunny after he's out of the attic.

And honestly, he's chill with her. He literally doesn't care that much.

Though he does like how soft her fur is... Do you wanna be one of his nap buddies, little bunny?

Apparently, the answer is yes because whenever Belphie is taking a nap, she hops over and makes herself comfortable beside him. Hey, he's not complaining one bit. She's soft and that's all that matters. Actually, whenever the bunny wants to sleep, she wanders over to Belphie and settles down beside him. She seems to see him as just as much of a good nap buddy as he does to her.

And when she gives him little bunny kisses? Honestly, he's more surprised than anything. He does think it's cute, sure, but he kinda just blinks at her a few times in surprise. Then he chuckles a little and pets her head.

And this man couldn't possibly care less about showing affection towards the bunny around his brothers. He gives zero fucks.

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That took way longer to write than it should have. It probably would have been done faster if I had the ability to not procrastinate 😔

[nowoyas]

Housewarming (NSFW) (Bunny!Izuku x Reader)

Summary: Izuku comes over to spend the weekend helping you finish moving into your new house. You learn a few things about the habits of rabbits, including just how deep the rabbit hole goes. (bunny!Izuku x reader) (smut smut smut smut smut)

Warnings/notes: fuckin. just straight up fuckin. biting, hair pulling, tail and ear pulling, oral (giving and receiving), uhhhhh reader has tits and a vag but gender is not confirmed. reader and izu are both switches, praise kink with reader receiving, uhhh I think that’s it? a gratuitous amount of focus on the fact that bunnies wiggle their noses to express interest in things.

A/N: so uh. I’ve NEVER written smut before so please be gentle. but I had a conversation on discord the other night with some of my lovely wives. that conversation started something like this:

the following is how the conversation ended. (writing smut is apparently much easier with live audience commentary, i’ve learned.)

Word count: 8100+

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Spending weekends with Izuku has always been at the top of your list of favorite things, pretty much second only to the man himself. Can anyone blame you? Your rabbit-eared best friend (read: longtime crush) is pretty much the sweetest guy you've ever met, his mom is a wonderful woman, and often, you feel more at home curled up with Izuku on his bedroom floor (neither of you ever want to take the bed only to leave the other on the floor, resulting in a history of cuddling each other to sleep and entirely defeating the purpose of sleeping on the floor to begin with) than you do your own house most of the time.

Spending the weekend together has been a monthly ritual for the two of you for years now, beginning in your last year of middle school (consisting of an extremely flustered bunny) when you still lived in the same apartment complex. You've since moved and the years have been kind, the innocent ritual remaining steadfast no matter how busy you or Izuku got with school or training or any matter of thing.

Only... This weekend is different. Because in the past, the two of you were always in the dorms or at his mom's apartment. There were always people somewhere nearby to pop their head in and offer fresh cookies or join in beating you at Mario Kart or put in a noise complaint if you laughed too loud.

In a way, there were always limits.

This weekend is the first in your new house, bought for a surprisingly low price that you can assume is the result of being relatively small and not in a very desirable area.

This weekend, you're completely alone with him.

Realistically, it's likely not that big of a deal. He's just coming over to help you unpack after you spent the past week preparing for the move. A housewarming sleepover is the perfect way to get you used to sleeping in the new place, after all, and you'd be much more comfortable if Izuku were there with you! (Besides, free labor.)

But you can't help but be just a little high strung.

You've reminded yourself a thousand times now that it's just Izuku. You trust him with your life, after all, and he's trusted you with every secret he has (even those he's technically not legally allowed to be disclosing to you). You were the first person he told about his new quirk, even before his own mom. So why the hell are you so nervous?

You're busily and restlessly looking between kitchen cabinets to decide where your dishes will go when he arrives, landing three firm knocks on your front door. You greet him with a smile and nearly cry when you realize he's brought flowers and pizza, his trademark nervous grin on his face.

"Great! This is the right place!" Izuku says, and you smile and step aside to let him in. "Your new place looks great, [name]!"

You smile, relaxing at his presence as you watch him walk in to explore. "Nothing's really set up yet," you say as he investigates the new house. "I've got a couch, a table, and a lamp and that's about it."

He turns to you, nose twitching excitedly. "It's got a lot of potential! I can't wait to help you get everything set up so we can really see how nice it is! Oh, and these are for you! I know it's traditional to give something, you know, useful for a housewarming gift, but I-I wanted to congratulate you on finally getting enough together to get your own place, and I think having something nice to look at is useful, too, so—"

You accept the bouquet with a faint blush, smiling up at him. "I love them, Izuku. Thank you." (Privately, you think that just his presence here gives you something nice to look at, but you suppose the flowers will stay a little bit longer.)

There's a quiet moment where the two of you just look at each other, and man, Izuku is really good at making you think he might actually be attracted to you, huh. (Probably just wishful thinking.) "Let's... let's go ahead and get started, yeah?" you say, eyes drifting hungrily to the box he has balanced on one hand. "I see you've brought pizza. I haven't put together the chairs yet, so wanna sit in the middle of my kitchen floor and eat pizza?"

He chuckles, ruffling your hair. "Lead the way."

~

An entire pizza between the two of you and with the entire kitchen unpacked, you fling yourself onto the couch with a sigh. "God, I'm so tired of this move already," you whine. "I just wanna be done already."

Izuku laughs as you drape yourself over the back of the couch dramatically, throwing an arm over your face. "That bad, huh?"

"Yes!" You take a moment to peek at him as he crouches by your TV, but his back blocks your view of what he's actually doing. Instead, you watch his fluffy tail with amusement. It twitches whenever you speak, and you swear to god it's the cutest thing you've ever seen. "I spent the past weeks packing when I wasn't at work only to unpack it and I'm tired, 'Zukuuuu."

"Well, what if we took a little break?" he offers with another twitch of his tail. He stands, brandishing your favorite controller as he circles around behind the couch to hand it to you. "You up for it?"

You roll your eyes, shifting to reach for the controller. The minute your fingers brush against it, though, Izuku takes a step back, his nose twitching quickly. The corners of his lips pull up into a poorly-concealed grin, and you sigh, flipping over and reaching for it again.

"Izuku..." you say, tone playfully warning as he pulls the controller just out of your reach a second time.

"You sure you want it?" he teases, pulling the controller just far enough away that you pop up on your knees, propping yourself on the back of the couch with one hand as you reach. "You want me to destroy you that badly?"

Ohgodpleaseyes—You choke, your hand slipping out from beneath you. Before he has the chance to be too concerned, you let out an annoyed noise and fling yourself over the back of the couch, chasing after him with a beet red face. Izuku yelps and runs the other direction when he sees you coming, hardly giving you the chance to break into a sprint before he's down the hall.

He stops a few feet down, watching you with one ear raised up, the other dropping against his shoulder. The grin on his face is downright goofy, and you let out a small giggle before giving proper chase. 

Izuku, naturally, is not one to be caught. Even without the use of One For All, bunnies are naturally very fast, and you learned fairly quickly that he does not get caught if he doesn't want to be. Still, you'd be damned if you weren't going to try. You try to tackle, he somehow manages to slip around you and back down the hall, evading you constantly until the two of you have bounded through every room of the house, narrowly avoiding boxes and as-of-yet still-disassembled furniture just to get your damn controller between his amused laughter.

Izuku stops and watches you again just as you're starting to get out of breath, nose twitching a mile a minute. You come to a stop just in front of the couch, panting a bit from the exertion of chasing your fucking menace of a best friend around your house. He has both controllers held behind his back, and that's about when he does the single cutest thing you've ever seen in your life.

He fucking binkies, leaping into the air a few feet as he flicks his head, his ears flopping with the movement. You let out a giggle, trying very hard not to completely lose your composure, and, in a fit of goofiness, mimic the motion. It doesn't quite work the same when you're not the adorable one with the bunny quirk, but apparently, it does something, because Izuku's face goes full red in an instant, eyes widening as he searches your face.

He drops the controllers.

Your eyes flick to them as they hit the ground, and you realize that if you're going to get those controllers you have to do it now. You make a move to sweep them off the ground, but the second you move, it's apparently over for you.

The slightest sound of electric sparks reaches your ears before the wind's knocked out of you, your back hitting your couch cushions roughly as Izuku slams into your body, one hand cradling the back of your head protectively before he straddles your waist, looking down at you with a downright ecstatic look, green lightning sparking around Izuku for just a moment longer as he stares down at you, nose still twitching like it's run by a motor, ears straight up in the air, but that's hardly the key detail here.

His face is beet fucking red as he stammers. "D-do you really mean that?"

"Uh... wait, mean what?" You tilt your head, a little flustered from suddenly getting tackled and pinned down by your incredibly attractive best friend. Is your head spinning, or is that just the room?

Fuck, are you imagining things, or does he look excited beneath all that blushing?

"Y-you did it back, usually that's, uh, it means— um..." The excitement drains from his face steadily and his expression drops. (His ears also drop.) You've never seen him look so wounded, and now you're really confused. His next words tumble out of his mouth at a dizzying rate. "I-if you don't know what I'm talking about then nevermind, I obviously messed up, I can leave—"

The moment Izuku pushes off you and stands, very obviously embarrassed and looking on the verge of tears, you regain your bearings just enough to tackle him back down so now he's the one being pinned down. "No, you're not backing out of this. Did I really mean what, Izuku?"

He stammers incoherently for a second, his eyes roaming over you like he's not sure where to look, and you're suddenly a little self-conscious at the fact that you've just pinned him to your couch with no room for interruptions if things were to go the way pinning someone down on a couch is probably supposed to go, but you refuse to let up until he gives you an answer. You bring a hand up to his cheek, swiping a thumb where the first of several tears is moments away from slipping out.

"Come on, Zu-kun. I obviously did something to upset you, and I don't know what I did, and won't know what I did until you explain it to me."

He lets out a shaky sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if it'll change the situation.

"'Zuku..."

Finally, he opens his mouth to answer. "It's, um, w-well, usually when rabbits, y'know, c-court each other, to, y'know..." His hands come up to cover his face in sheer embarrassment as he says the next words in a hushed hurry, so quick and quiet you almost don't catch them. "Y-y'know, m-m-mate and stuff like that, they, uh..."

Hot shame floods your being as you slowly come to a realization of what, exactly, you may have implied to him.

"It's, it usually, um, there's, kind of a m-mating dance? And w-when, um, I-I didn't really mean to, but um, at the end, i-if one of them binkies and the other d-does it back, it means, um—" He lets out a mortified whine. "P-please don't make me explain it any more than that," he says finally, sounding defeated.

Oh. Oh.

Well, that's something along the lines of a "disaster" if you've ever caused one.

"Oh fuck, I am so sorry, shit Izu. I didn't mean to—"

"I-it's okay," he mumbles, dragging his hands off his reddened face. "You can get off me now."

Jesus, he's about seconds away from crying as he gently tries to push you off him. 

Well, fuck. Unless you're mistaken, the expression on his face is utter heartbreak. You're already in the worst position possible here, so...

You lock your thighs in place around his waist to resist his gentle push. "Izuku, wait."

"[name], it's okay. Please just, give me a minute to—"

"Izuku." You firmly place your hands on his chest, pushing him back down. "Please listen for a sec?"

His hands remain on you, but he stops pushing, not meeting your eyes as he waits in silence.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize that binkying back at you like that would imply that I, you know, wanted to get with you, but that doesn't..." You chew your lip, locking your eyes on the controllers, still on the floor from when he dropped them. No backing out. 

You mumble the last part (the most important part) so fast you almost hope he doesn't hear you: "that doesn't mean it was the wrong idea or anything—"

His head is still turned away, but his eyes flick to your face with a surprised sniffle. "...what?"

You furrow your brow, your heart hammering away in your chest. "God, please don't make me say it again," you whine, your hands coming up to hide your own face.

"No, please say it again," he breathes. "I mean, I already misinterpreted once today and I don't want to—"

You let out an embarrassed whine, pressing your hands to your face even harder. "I didn't mean to say it but that doesn't mean it wasn't something I meant to say eventually," you hiss out slowly and much louder than you would have liked.

You peek at Izuku through your fingers, desperately looking for any reaction to tell you whether you just irreparably fucked things up with your best friend. 

Izuku is, and always has been, a very expressive person. You've been able to gauge his emotions at a glance for as long as you've known him—even if he didn't wear his heart on his sleeve, generally the angle of his ears and the movement of his nose or tail have always been more than enough to keep tabs on how your best friend is feeling.

Right now, though, aside from the flush on his cheeks and slight parting of his lips, Izuku is carefully blank. It's like he's shut down, mentally—blank eyes, nose still, mouth just slightly open but not with any hint of emotion to it. Not positive, not negative, just mild shock and a practiced blankness that has your face burning and you moving to get off him.

You feel him shift beneath you just a moment, and then once again, you yelp as you suddenly find yourself on your back, but this time, you're not looking up at Izuku, because his lips are pressed to yours, one leg hanging off the couch while the other is wedged firmly between your legs. You can feel his hands tremble as they cup your face, your eyes blown wide with shock. He's unpracticed, but his lips are soft and it's him kissing you so enthusiastically that you really have no right to complain.

Your eyes flutter shut as you begin to kiss back, your hands gently coming up to tangle fingers in his hair. You let out the tiniest whimper as your reciprocation seems only to spur him on, him kissing you somehow even more passionately.

You can't help but giggle into the kiss when you feel his nose twitching against your face, causing him to pull back just enough to breathe. His obsession with training over the years has clearly done him well—his breathing seems mostly unaffected by the kiss, while you lay there panting and trying to make sense of what the hell just happened. 

Izuku watches your face for just a moment, seemingly shocked at his own actions, but leans in again, brushing his nose against yours adoringly. "I-I'm sorry, I was just... really happy..."

You let out another tiny giggle, leaning up to kiss him again. Much like in all other areas of his life, he's quick to kiss back, already seeming to kiss you with a bit more precision than the first. He pulls back, hot breath ghosting against your lips as he whispers to you. "I-I've loved you for—" —he breaks off to plant another tiny kiss on your lips— "—s-so, so long, [name]."

He goes to kiss your lips again, but whines when you turn your head so he hits your cheek instead. "I love you too, 'Zuku," you hum, continuing to dodge his kisses playfully. 

"[naaaame]," he whines. "I've got a lot of lost time to make up for, stop dodging me..."

Cute, sweet kisses are lovely and all, but as long as you're trapped between his muscles and the couch, you might as well tease him a little, right? And you've got just the idea to push him a bit further.

You look up at him with a playful smile as he glares heatlessly at you. His hand, previously cupping your cheek sweetly, grows a little bit firmer in its hold in an attempt to hold your face in place so he can kiss your lips. He darts down to capture your lips again, exactly according to plan.

Your fingers, still entwined in the mop of green he calls hair, grip carefully and tug his head back before he can properly kiss you.

Bingo. You can't help but grin with flushed cheeks as he immediately grinds his hips down onto your leg, letting out a breathy moan as something suspiciously firm and growing rubs against your thigh, bare from the shorts you dug out of your clothes this morning.

You watch his face in awe, his freckles disappearing among how purely red he's gone, and give another gentle tug to his hair. This time, he borderline whimpers, hips moving like he's being controlled. His eyelids flutter shut, hot pants causing his chest to heave as green eyes stare down at you, darker than you remember.

No lies here, the fact that he can't help but grind on you is... really hot. So hot, in fact, that you can't help but shoot him a teasing smirk as he watches you with half-lidded eyes. "Excited, Jackrabbit?" you muse.

He whines as his head drops to your shoulder. Quietly, so quietly you almost miss it, he mumbles, "how can I not be when you of all people finally take an interest in me?"

God, if he weren't still grinding his hard-on against you, that would've been adorable. "If I'd known you were into me, we could've been doing this years ago, 'Zuku baby." You punctuate your sentence with another tug to his hair, to which he retaliates by biting down on the crook of your neck, dragging a drawn-out moan from your throat.

He pulls off with a small giggle of his own, eyes staring down at you playfully. "Aw, are we sensitive, honeybun?"

You don't dignify him with a response. At least, not a verbal one. You pull him back down for another heated kiss, lips moving against his as your hands slowly drift from his hair, down to his chest. You splay your palms out, just feeling his muscles for a second before you pull back, take a breath, and shove him as hard as you can. He lets out a tiny "guh?" before you're straddling his hips, hands returning to his hair and lips returning to his.

He's shocked, but clearly he's more than happy to continue making out with you like this. You, however, have a curiosity stemming from years of Izuku dodging around you touching his ears that you just have to sate, so your hands slowly but purposely crawl up to the base of his ears, thumbs brushing the velvety appendages gently before you pinch the base and give them the slightest tug.

Izuku pulls back with a moan, shivering as you continue to thumb his ears in slight awe at their texture. "[n-name]~"

You bring a hand up to laugh. "Aw, are we sensitive, Izu?" you tease, drawing a glare from him. Just to drive it home, you shift and grind your hips down, planting both hands on his chest to steady yourself, effectively killing his glare as he lets out another shaky moan.

"T-that's not fair," he whines.

"Life's not fair," you muse, grinding down one more time before leaning down and tugging at his shirt. He doesn't seem to notice, lost in pleasure just from grinding with his eyes closed. "'Zuku baby, can I see a bit more of you?"

Another whine tears from his throat, and he opens one eye to look up at you. "O-only if I—hah—get to see more of you, too."

You smile, locking your legs around his hips and giving him a show as you slowly peel your shirt off. When it's over your head, you look down and wink, almost losing your composure completely.

His jaw's dropped, eyes locked on your body, and when you wink, he bucks his hips up. You yelp, barely managing to steady yourself at the sudden force, and this time when you lean down and go to pull his own shirt off, he helps you wiggle it off of him. You suppress a groan at the sight of his bare chest, shifting up a bit so you're straddling his abs and he can't grind against you as easily. (You love it, but can't have him getting too excited, now.) 

Scarred, calloused hands settle on your waist as he just admires you, completely wordless. You've half a mind to be self-conscious about his lustful gaze on you, but it's hard when you've got your own view to devour.

Izuku really is gorgeous. Sure, it's not the first time you've noticed over the years. Where he was once your scrawny bunny boy, years of training and hero work have left him littered with scars and bursting with muscles, maintaining his lithe form without sacrificing any amount of strength. Among the scars is a smattering of freckles decorating his shoulders, and that's just his body. To say nothing about his face, still young-looking despite the years and, as of right now, dripping with utter adoration for you.

"You're gorgeous," he breathes, thumbs gently rubbing circles into your hips.

"Says you." You smooth your hands over his chest, dragging your nails teasingly. When you barely brush against his nipples, he shivers, letting out the slightest gasp. You smirk and repeat the motion, watching his face as his fingers twitch around your waist. You could honestly tease him like this for hours just to watch his face and feel his muscles as his stomach trembles between your legs. (Again, Izuku has always been the epitome of expressive, and it's moments like these that you truly understand how much that shines.)

Izuku, however, has a better idea as he effortlessly sits up with you in his lap, trembling as he gives you a slow, charged kiss. (You'd like to imagine his thought process right now is something along the lines of "holy shit holy shit holy shit", but it's difficult to tell.) When he pulls away, he buries his nose in your neck, letting out a shuddering sigh as you glance down over his back. "I-is it okay if I touch you, too?"

You stifle a laugh when you finally notice his tail hitting the couch a mile a minute, forgetting for a moment that Izuku asked you a question. "Just do it already, Jackrabbit," you tease. "You don't have to ask."

He doesn't waste a moment at your permission, immediately shoving your bra up and out of the way to take one of your breasts into his mouth, a hand coming up to knead the other one excitedly. For a moment, you simply hold him as he enjoys himself, letting out little gasps as he lathes a hot tongue over your nipple and lets out a tiny moan of his own. But naturally, your eyes drift to his tail again. The ball of fluff seems to be moving of its own accord, and honestly, you can't resist drifting your hand down to grab it and give it a little tug.

The mouth on your breast leaves as Izuku immediately tosses his head back, letting out a strangled moan louder than you ever thought possible. His hands squeeze instinctively as his eyes roll back, ears falling back and brushing your hand as he momentarily loses himself.

Your face flushes as you watch his with renewed interest. You swear you can see hearts in his eyes, the blush on his cheeks creeping down his neck and shoulders, and holy fuck do you wish you had a camera ready. You want to look at that expression every day for the rest of your life.

He lets out a few garbled noises that might have been words, had he been two percent more coherent. Your laugh dies in your throat when, upon collecting himself, he gives you a look about four shades darker than you ever thought your sweet Izuku to be capable of. You knew he was gorgeous and fun and amazing, but now you can add "panty-dropper" to the list of words describing him.

You don't fight back when he practically flings you back onto your back and clamors to hover over you, nipping at your neck as his hands find the waistband of your shorts. He yanks both your shorts and your panties down at once, leaving them to pool around your knees as the force pulls you back flush with his hips. When you give his tail another weak tug he growls into your neck. You're gone. You're officially gone. Between the not-so-gentle reminder that this boy can fling you around like a ragdoll whenever he wants (and that you kinda wanna thank him for doing so) and the growl, just...

Goodbye, panties. You're living a better life now.

When he looks into your eyes with that same heated gaze from before, your breath catches in your throat. His voice, however, is far from matching when he speaks. "I-I really want to take things slow a-and do things right, b-but if you keep pulling my tail like that, my patience is gonna run out, you know?"

You watch his face with wide eyes for a long moment, pulling the most innocent face you can muster. "Pulling your tail like what, Jackrabbit?" you say teasingly.

And then.

And then.

You pull again.

Izuku's moan turns to a whine and mixes with your own as he bites down on your neck a third time to muffle himself. He pulls up when he's collected and reaches behind himself, one hand firmly wrapping around your wrist while the other grabs your other hand. Slowly, purposefully, he pins your wrists down in one hand, attempting to intimidate you with a glare. There's no heat to it, though, especially not like this, not when there's hearts in his eyes, not when he's panting and sweating and blushing down his neck and you're now fully aware that he moans like a goddamn pornstar.

To his credit, none of that makes you any less horny right now.

Now that he's got your wrists pinned down, he takes another moment to just look at you with hungry eyes. They roam your disheveled form, paying particular attention to your tits as they bounce with every heavy breath. His eyes drift up to your face, and he swallows harshly at the look you're giving him. It takes him just a moment longer of admiring you, the damn near animalistic look from before slipping away to something more Izuku before he speaks.

"I-if we're going to do this, I want to make sure you feel good, too," he says evenly, no longer looking anything but purely genuine. "So please keep your hands to yourself for a little bit?" He tilts his head, ears flopping with the motion, eyes innocent as if he's not asking you to hold still so he can drive you to madness without interruptions.

You nod slowly, swallowing a bit and stilling in his grasp. His fingers twitch, his face lights up, and for just a moment you swear he's more like a puppy than a bunny. 

He shifts, his hands releasing your wrists but hovering over them a moment longer. "If you need me to stop at all, just let me know, okay? The last thing I want to do is push you further than you're okay with it."

"Okay," you whisper breathlessly, watching with interest as he properly lets your wrists go. He glares playfully for a moment, watching to see that you don't move your hands, and when he seems satisfied that you'll actually listen this time, he begins tracing down your arms with featherlight touches.

He's painfully slow in his movements, fingertips grazing your skin as he moves down. He briefly leans down and pecks at you softly, first your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then grazes your lips just enough to draw out a whine as he cups your cheeks. With every tiny kiss, he mutters against your skin— "love you—" "—so much—" "—so fucking much."

"Love you more," you chirp sweetly.

"Hmm, that's debatable," he hums. "But let's come back to that later. Right now, there's s-something I want to do."

With that, he continues running his hands down your body, smoothing his rough palms out just to feel your skin. He exhales slowly as he palms your breasts, smiling fondly down at you as you gasp. "You're so soft..." he whispers, mostly to himself, as his nose twitches a single time. He only plays with your breasts for a moment before his hands continue to move down your body, eliciting a surprised giggle when his scarred hands smooth over your sides. He slowly moves in with both hands, dipping between your thighs, and just when you think he's finally going to touch your dripping slit...

He gently parts your thighs and continues moving, lightening his touch as fingertips drag over your inner thighs. You let out a mournful cry when he continues down your legs, hands smoothing against your outer thighs and hooking underneath as he reaches your knees.

He exhales, flicks his eyes up to your face with a blank look that usually spells trouble. Without warning, he yanks you toward him in a controlled jerk, leaning down as you yelp. Before you can get your bearings, his hot tongue is dragging flat against your heat. You let out a moan that almost drowns out his own at the flavor.

"God, y-you're so wet for me, [n-name]." His breath is hot against you, green eyes locked on yours. "You taste so good."

You'd like to respond, really you would, but he goes right back to eating you out, tongue firmly dancing over your clit before dipping into you. His hands grip your thighs as he enthusiastically gets to work, little moans peppering the space in between your own gasps and pants. You throw your head back as he works—he's a messy eater, to be sure, but you swear you can feel him learning as he goes. He's probably cataloging every noise you make, every twitch of your thighs, especially if the rhythm he quickly falls into is anything to go by.

When he moves to latch his mouth over your clit, his eyes closed as he loses himself to pleasuring you, and you're so so close, maybe you can get away with at least winding your fingers through his hair—

The moment your hands move, his eyes shoot open, and he pulls away from your pussy with a look that screams nothing but disappointment, though it doesn't quite cut. "Honeybun..." he says, voice husky and gently chiding, your slick glistening on his lips. "You said you'd keep your hands to yourself."

You instantly slam your hands back down to the couch, letting out a whine as you give him a pleading look. "B-but I wanna touch you, Izu," you whine out.

His hips buck against air at your words, his nose twitching in surprise as his eyes widen. Seeing a crack in his armor, you have to pounce. "Come on, Jackrabbit," you insist. "You're so good to me. Can't I make you feel amazing, too?"

He's so stunned that he hardly reacts as you prop yourself up on one elbow, yanking him down for a hot kiss with a hand on the nape of his neck. You wrinkle your nose in distaste when you realize you can taste yourself on his lips, but that doesn't mean you're going to stop, not by any means. You lift a knee, opening one eye to make sure you're aiming correctly, and rub against his aching bulge just as his tongue slips into your mouth. 

The poor boy jerks away from your mouth, letting out a quiet, drawn out moan as his cock twitches against your knee.

He stares at you for a moment, face flushed and breathing heavy as tiny tears form at the corners of his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry, [name], I wanted you t-to—"

You cut him off with a sweet kiss, locking lips with him as you carefully shimmy out of your bra and bottoms (both having been left hastily shoved out of the way), tossing them out of the way. When you're properly stripped, you gently push him back so you're both sitting up and pull away with a sweet smile. 

"We're only done here if you want to be, Zuzu," you say, dripping with affection (and perhaps maybe something else).

He immediately shakes his head, ears following the motion as his face flushes worse. "N-no, I want to... I want to keep going."

You chuckle softly and slide off the couch, gently guiding him to sit in front of you properly before you reach up to toy with the zipper of his pants. "Then, let's keep going, hm~?"

He nods, nose twitching relentlessly as you slowly pull his zipper down and slide your hands into his pants. You cheekily smooth your hands over his ass before actually beginning to pull his pants and boxers off in one go. You giggle as his cock springs out, somehow still hard despite the obvious mess of cum clinging to his thighs and the inside of his boxers. You slowly lean forward, sure to make eye contact with him. Instead of going for the mess he's made just yet, however, you run a thumb through some of his cum and smear it over his abs, just to have an excuse to lick it off.

You're slow and sweet as you lick up his abs, arms wrapping loosely around his waist. The look he gives you is almost one of betrayal as you pull back, and you bring a hand to your lips with a coquettish grin.

"Sorry Izu baby, I've been wanting to do that for the longest time," you admit, resting your arms on his legs and your head on your arms.

He groans lowly at the admission, head dropping back. "H-how long—" he breathes out, cutting off when you drag a finger over his length.

God, even his cock is gorgeous. Long, thick, honestly just a little bit intimidating. You're functionally a virgin thanks to your formative years spent being silently in love with a certain green rabbit boy, so you're a little concerned that he'll split you in half when you actually fuck. 

...You might not complain if he does.

You admire it with adoring eyes as he whimpers. "Now's not the time for asking questions, Jackrabbit," you coo, glancing up at him for only a moment before wrapping your hand around his cock. (Christ, you can barely wrap your whole hand around it.) "I was good long enough, so you'll let me return the favor, right?"

"I'll be good," he whines, bucking into your hand something fierce. "I'll be good so please, [name], please—"

You lift your head from where it rests, guiding his tip to your mouth to press a tiny kiss there. Izuku whimpers in response, attempting to buck his hips again. You smile, snaking an arm around behind him to gently run your thumb over the fluff of his tail. You keep a light hold on it, just touching it enough to feel it as you take a deep breath in preparation. When you're ready, you lean forward again slowly, teasingly breathing hot air onto his cock before finally, finally taking him into your mouth. 

"Fuck," Izuku breathes as your mouth closes over him, gripping the couch cushions with white knuckles.

If you thought you'd take this slow and teasing, well, regrettably, Izuku can't seem to control himself well enough for that. He bucks into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with ease as you choke. You tug his tail ever-so-slightly as a warning, but his response is almost more than the way he lost his mind earlier—his hips move frantically, leaving you to do nothing but relax and take his cock down your throat.

"I-I'm sorry," he babbles. "Y-your mouth is so— so good, you're so good for me, honeybun, I'm sorry, I don't think— ahn~ I don't think I can be good like you asked, it's too good, you're too good, s-soooooooo—"

You manage to tear yourself away from him just in time for him to erupt, hot ropes of cum hitting your face and the top of your breasts, precious little making it into your mouth as you gasp for air. His tail twitches in your hand as he babbles, legs shaking and feet gently thumping the floor. You gently, carefully, clean him up, pausing to grab your discarded shirt and wipe your face off.

When you're both clean and still out of breath, you rest your head against his leg, tilting up at him sweetly as you trace small, soothing circles over his opposite thigh. "You said you'd be good, but I guess this makes us even, huh, 'Zuku?"

He mutters something you don't quite catch.

"What was that?"

"I said—" —you're suddenly tackled once again, skidding across the floor from sheer force as Izuku pins you down— "—not. yet."

Well. Mark me down as scared and horny, I guess. 

"S-still raring to go, Jackrabbit?" you force out in your best teasing tone. "Huh, guess it's true what they say about fucking like—"

"Hush," he hisses out in a dark tone. You gulp; all the adoration and sweetness you're used to from him has melted away, leaving only something dark and carnal in his eyes that has you shivering. And then, almost instantaneously, he slips into a saccharine tone. "Be a good girl and let me take care of you, okay sweetheart?"

Oh god. You nod so quickly it's dizzying, so slightly that if it were anyone other than Izuku watching you, they might not notice. But it is Izuku and he notices, just like he notices your breath hitching when he does something right, notices how you respond to his praise, notices how you watch him, excited and intimidated all at once, and the smile he gives you is deceptively sweet and innocent and so so unsuited to the situation at hand that if the circumstances were different, you'd laugh. But you're not laughing. Not when you feel his head prod against your entrance and circle teasingly. 

He doesn't tease you for long, though. One whine from you is all it takes for him to slide into you, made easier by how soaked you get the moment his goddamn guttural groan reaches your ears. He shakes as he enters you at a torturous pace, drawing a cry from your lips as you feel yourself stretched in a way you've never been before. The slightest squelch fills your living room as he finally bottoms out in you and stills to let you adjust to his size.

You're not sure whether to thank every deity that he's got at least enough self control to let you adjust (or that he's going to fuck you at all) or to plead for him to please god just rearrange my guts already before you lose your fucking mind. Izuku forces himself to open his eyes and watch you as you take him in, biting his lip as your face contorts. It's so much, so much to not just ruin you right off the bat, but he's careful to wait and not hurt you... too badly, at least.

You just watch him, meeting his eyes with a half-lidded gaze of your own as you pant and lie still. After a moment, Izuku realizes why you're so still and quiet—

His head drops into your shoulder as he chuckles. "You really are so good for me, honeybun. Are you ready?"

"P-please~" you mewl into his ear.

That's all he needs to hear. Slowly, carefully, he pulls out of you until just the tip of his cock is left throbbing inside of you, and then he snaps his hips forward in one sharp motion. That damn smile drops from his face, his jaw going slack as he starts a slow pace, trying his absolute damnedest to not completely lose himself. As much as he adores watching your expressions, he can't help but throw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he pistons into you, panting heavily.

"Hah~ Fuck, [name], y-you're so— so tight~"

When he finally brings himself to take a peek down at you, he can't help the sudden increase in both speed and force as he grips your hips. With every thrust, your tits bounce in response, and your expression is nothing short of starstruck as he damn near slams into you. Before he even realizes it, a stream of words fall from his lips, every one of them truthful, adoring, and just a little bit incoherent. Your mouth hangs open in silence, unable to even moan as he drills into you at a pace quickly approaching brutal speeds.

"God, y-you feel so much— so much better than I ever expected-hoped-dreamed about, honeybun, and I really mean that, really mean that, you're so— guh, so tight around me, i-it's hard to believe you weren't made to take my cock, you know? You're so hot and wet and tight and I— I-love-you-love-you-love-you oh godddd I love you so much you're so gooooooood~"

If you were able to focus enough to think, let alone speak, you'd probably make some comment about how he's literally fucking you like a rabbit, but it's all you can do to claw desperately at his back, legs locking weakly around his hips as you quiver beneath him. Between the way he's babbling nonsensically to you and the wet slaps filling the room and the charming sloppy-enthusiastic way he's fucking you relentlessly it's almost too much. If you can walk after this, it'll be nothing short of a miracle.

You've been almost silent, practically unable to moan due to the overwhelming bliss from being stretched out so deliciously, but the keen that tears from your throat as the building knot in your stomach finally snaps is loud, nails dragging down his back one last time as your tongue lolls out of your mouth.

There's not really any doubt left in Izuku's mind that he's fucked you stupid, not with your walls fluttering around him, not with your hands desperately moving, searching for something, and he's got an idea of what it is when your hand brushes his tail and yanks, rougher than you have before, hard enough to send him crashing over the edge with you and nearly making his legs give out from the pleasure. 

Izuku's vision blacks out as the pleasure crashes over him, the pair of you riding out your orgasms in tandem as he paints your walls white. You're dizzy as he finally collapses on top of your body, shuddering and not bothering to pull out of you as he rests his cheek against your heaving breasts.

"Holy shit, Izuku," you breathe, hands tangling in his hair as you stare up at your ceiling.

"Now we're even," he says, shaking a bit as he chuckles.

"I hope you know I'm never letting you go." His hair is soft as you nuzzle into it. "Holy shit."

"Aw, am I that good?" he teases, slowly pulling out of you. You whine at the loss. "Shh, it's okay, honeybun. I promise that won't be the last time."

"Thank god," you mumble, playing with his hair lazily. "Go out with me."

"No."

Your hands still, your blood running cold. "Oh."

"You go out with me," he finishes, smiling against you.

You lightly smack the back of his head. "You scared me, dick."

"Is that a yes?"

You go back to playing with his hair. "I guess. But you have to go out with me, too."

"Yes, that's how it works."

"Really?" you retort. "You had me fooled, rejecting me so you could ask me out instead."

"What can I say?" He lifts his head, pushing himself up to plant a soft kiss on your lips. "I wanted to win."

"You could've killed me, Izu," you whine. "You're heavy and then you say no—"

He rolls his eyes, nuzzling into your neck. "You know I could never actually say no to you, right?"

"Oh~? Are you saying you're too in love?" you tease.

He giggles, pressing tiny kisses along your neck. "Yes, I am. I've been in love with you since middle school. Got a problem with it, honeybun?"

"O-oh." Huh.

"What? Got nothin' to say to that?" he teases.

"S-sorry, I'm just... fuck, you're saying I could've had you years ago?" You press a kiss to the top of his head, right between his ears. "I've been in love with you for just as long and this whole time I've just been pining instead of kissing you."

"Pining?" he echoes, rolling off of you with a grunt. He immediately wraps his arms around you to pull you flush with his side, smirking at your little squeak of surprise.

You blush, burying your face in his chest. "Y-yeah, I said it. Pining."

"Tell me more, Honeybun. I'm interested to know exactly what you mean." A large hand drifts up to card through your hair affectionately, and you sigh as you drape your arm over him.

"Izuku," you whine. "It's embarrassing."

"Please, [name]?" 

"...fine," you mumble. "I was always... You were always so sweet and kind and passionate, and in middle school you were cute and I wanted to protect you. But then we got to high school, and oh no he's hot, I guess... I mean, shit, Izu, you got muscles. And scars. I know you don't like them much but they're hot."

"'Hot', huh...?"

You don't have to look at him to note how much he's clearly enjoying this. "Keep making fun of me and you can sleep on the floor tonight."

"That's okay, as long as you're here, too," he replies without missing a beat. "Do you wanna get up and go wash up? I can't imagine all that feels very comfy right now."

You laugh nervously. "I'd love to, but, uh. I still can't feel my legs. I don't think I can walk."

Izuku lets out an affronted gasp as he sits up. "[name]. I'm offended at the implication that I'd make you walk." He pushes himself up. "You wait here, and I'll run you a bath."

"Mm... no," you reply, watching him with subtle amusement. "Run us a bath, Jackrabbit."

He laughs, shooting you a wink. "Anything for you, Honeybun. I'll be right back." 

He rushes off on shaky legs. You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles when he returns not even a moment later.

"Hey, [name]?"

"Hm? Could it be that you don't know where my bathroom is?"

He rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Maybe."

You laugh. "Down the hall, first door on your right."

"Right. Gotcha! Thanks, Honeybun. Oh, one more thing?"

"What's that?"

His expression shifts, eyes dripping with fondness as he looks you over. "I love you."

Your heart swells, smile unwittingly stretching your cheeks at the confession. "I love you too, Izuku."

[kusagrasskusa]

Fell! Sans X Reader - "Boss is gonna kill me-"

Here at the Hamilcult, we support fluff fanfics in cringy fandoms that likely implement OOC cannon characters. That was sarcasm but even so, just know that this might be sorta OOC and this is fluff :3

Also, prepare for a Wattpad level written story and a shitty plot. I just got done writing a 7000 worded fanfic and frankly, I need a b r e a k.

Forgive me for I have sinned writing this

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Y/N yawned, rubbing her tired eyes before laying back on her chair. She sunk deep into her warm coat, the fluffy fur on the hood making her feel more relaxed. The coat was oversized black and red with big pockets, perfect for a human in a place like Snowdin. After all, at the post near the conveniently shaped lamp, Y/N was waiting in the blistering cold. Well, the scenery looked peaceful but it definitely was snowing and the air was terribly cold. The fur on the coat rubbed against her face, making her cheeks turn red from the contrast heat of it and the cold air.

She whined and pulled the coat over her head when a few snowflakes touched her face. "Cold," she mumbled tiredly. Y/N flipped her body to the side and whined again. This time, the problem was how uncomfortable her position was. So she tossed over to the other direction and laid her head against the chair. "...the chair is uncomfortable," she tiredly whined.

"If it's that bad then just fucking leave," a rough, annoyed voice spoke. It was Sans, the slightly taller skeleton with a red sweater on and without his coat. "I want my coat back anyway. You're getting ya' human scent in it and I don't want that kinda trouble," he continued. Y/N huffed and sat up straight. She was around his size to sat the least, but a bit thinner and shorter.

"But I thought you wanted me out here," she retorted. "You clearly get lonely here after a while so I wanted to stay with you."

"Yeah, well stayin' with me hasn't brought more customers, has it?" He replied, turning his head towards the younger girl. His red eyes seethe into her soul basically, but Y/N just giggled at his serious expression. The hood covered half her face so her eyes were widen, which they usually were. It's strange because even without the hoodie, something is always covering her eyes whether it's her hair or not. And without a barber in Snowdin and hundreds of people who want to murder her for being human, Y/N hair is bound to grow out anyway.

"You're so funny sometimes Sans," she complimented with a sweet smile on her face. "You have such a cute look when you're mad...well actually, I don't think I've ever seen you not mad before. I wonder what a genuine smile would look like..." she mumbled sleepily. Sans felt his cheeks light up a bit so he turned away from her, rolling his eyes. He wasn't used to such words at all.

"Huh?–" Sans jumped as he felt the girl's arms wrap around his body softly. She had slipped her arms out of the coat for Sans to out his arms in.

"Put the coat back on. It's big enough for me to fit back here," she giggled quietly as she rested her head on Sans's shoulder. Sans felt his fa e turn red and his body tense; he growled and turn his head towards her.

"I gave the damn thing to you, so wear it properly !"

"But you're cold and you're coat can fit us both."

"I don't care!" Sans hissed back, making Y/N giggled. The two friends often had times like this; wholesome and adorable with Sans getting all flustered. Sans barely even saw her a friend as he promised he would never let anyone get too close to him so he doesn't turn soft. But Y/N's persistent and sweet personality really struck him hard. Of course, he wouldn't go as far as to crush on her, right? No, their just good friends...

Y/N' cheeks puffed out and she pouted her lip like an upset toddler. "Sans, please? Just this once?" She asked as she squeezed him into a tighter hug. Sans scoffed and shook his head.

"No! What am I, some pueny pawn? I will not sink that fucking low," Sans seethed. Y/N was silent for a few moments before simply letting go of her tight grip and going lip against Sans's back. She head remained on his shoulder and luckily his sweater cushioned the feel of his bones, making this a comfortable position.

"I like this much better," she said tiredly with a warm smile on her face. Sans was sitting on a rather large chair that he got in order to find better sleeping situations without sliding off it, but because he was sitting on the edge of the chair, Y/N could easily slide behind him. She sat on her knees that were either side of him and yet it was so comfortable for her. "You're more comfortable than a chair." Her voice got lower and softer each time he spoke but it didn't lose its sweetness once.

"Yeah, well I ain't no damn pillow Y/N. Get the hell off me... Hello?" He asked when he didn't get a response. He turned his head to face the girl and saw her completely emersed into the dream world. It's true that he couldn't see her eyes, but he still could tell. He sighed heavily and turned his head in front of him.

"Huh‐ Ah!-" Y/N shrieked as she was pushed into the freezing snow.

"Ahahaha!" Sans laughed hard as he watched Y/N freak out. "I told you I wasn't no damn pillow!" He laughed as he put his hands on his knees. Y/N whined she stood straight up and glared at him. She walked over to him with a pout on her lip and lightly punched his arm.

"Hmph!" Sans chuckled at her adorable attempt at being angry and bopper her nose rough enough to push her away a bit.

"Was that supposed to make me feel bad, human? Well lemme tell ya', that just won't do," Sans spoke as his smile grew cockier.

"I wasn't even trying to hurt you, so don't start that," Y/N retorted. Sans rolled his eyes while he kept up his cocky smile. He shrugged and pu

"Yeah, sure. You fists are as strong as a fly's. You couldn't hurt me, even if you tried," he pushed. Y/N hmphed and shook her head. She pulled her arm back and punched him right in the shoulder as hard as her tired arm could. Sans just snickered and didn't even flinch.

"Wait, was that the best you got? I heard you humans are supposed to be strong." Sans shrugged his shoulders before pulling his hands out of his pockets and stretching. "Whatever, I guess it doesn't matter all that much. If you ever did decide to attack me, it's not like you'd live long enough to be able to lay a hit on me. And anyone else down here would have no problem given all they got to some little girl."

"I'm 20."

"Doesn't matter," Sans said as he put his hands back in his pockets. Y/N sighed and shook her head.

"You know I wouldn't hurt anyone down here as much as I know you wouldn't hurt me, Sans," her soft replied. To be honest, his name being spoken so sweetly had a good ring to Sans' ears.

"Yeah, well you can't blame me for being cautious. You humans put us down here, remember? You humans murdered so many monsters for no fucking reason then trapped the rest of us down here with your strong souls as aid. Then a few fallen human children came down here and either murdered a little, a large portion, or one of us. Still, you humans seem to be naturally turned to a genocide even though you have fucking everything you can possibly want on the surface. Us monsters have nothing, not even a real sun or moon, to make us happy, so our rage is justified." Sans finished his train of thought with a scowl; he turned his head towards the snow building up on the ground and glared at it. Y/N frowned, holding her arms to her chest.

"...Hey, Sans. It stopped snowing, so we don't have to worry about a blizzard keeping us from going to Grillby's," Y/N said as she looked out of the post, finally noticing the snow had stopped falling.

"Why would I worry about a blizzard? I got a shortcut that'll get us there in no time," he smirked and looked up at her. Y/N cocked her head questioning, humming. "Just follow me, aight," he spoke as he walked behind the post. Y/N caught up with him in no time while holding the sides of the coat close to together instead of zipping it. The sleeves just hung by her sides as she still wanted Sans to wear the coat with her cuddling up behind him, mostly because she could still use the hoode that way.

As they walked up to a tree, suddenly, Sans chuckled. The next moment, they were at the doorway of Grillby's and the absorbed by heat and warm light. Y/N looked around her frantically and confused, "how did you do that?"

"Ya humans got strong souls, us monsters have magic," he explained with a cocky smile. "Now let's go sit down at the bar instead of the booth this time. That drunk bunny annoys the shit outta me," he mumbled the last part as he walked over to the bar with Y/N following.

As she passed the dogs, one of them called out, "wait, is that a human? Isn't that the one we fought before?" It was Dogamy who spoke out, then causing her husband to talk back.

"I think so, yes, the one that turned into a puppy that liked to pet other dogs!"

Y/N giggled tiredly as she sat down at the bar besides Sans, listening on their conversation a few seconds longer before returning her focus to Sans alone. "I want a burger," she mumbled.

"Aight," Sans replied. He signaled for Grillby to walk over after he finished making a drink for another customer. The being of purple fire had what looked like a jagged white frown for a mouth, and he wore a skintight black vest with a white undershirt with rolled up sleeves and black jeans as his attire. He vest was also low cut, so an outline of his chest was visible. Although he had a serious tone, he definitely seemed like he could flirt successfully to any person he wanted.

"What," Grillby's echoy voice rung. The purple fire that made up his body flickered and cracked, making Y/N smile from the satisfying sound.

"Two burgers, put it on my tab," Sans replied, leaning on the counter with a mustard bottle in his hand. Grillby wrote down his order and walked towards the kitchen door with a "fire onlt" sign on it. He walked inside the kitchen and came out with a drink; it was F/D, something Y/N typically ordered when she came to the bar. He set the drink down in front of her.

"On the house," Grillby spoke. Y/N smiled softly at him, thanking him. "Tch," he responded before tending to other costumers. Grillby didn't really like Y/N, but he appreciated the little work and silence she brought him. She only spoke when spoken to, and she didn't order things that were hella hard to make and then complain about it. Sans growled, rolling his eyes.

"Fucking simp," he hissed. Y/N tilted her head, humming.

"Hmm? Why?" Y/N asked before taking a sip if her drink.

"He's losin' money by given out free drinks. And of anyone, to you."

"Well," Y/N smirked sweetly. "I come here a lot and that attracts monsters who want to see the human. So by being tourist attraction, he makes more money," she explained. Sans scoffed, his cheeks reddening.

"Whatever." Aww, our bebe skeleboi is jealous of the big, tall, muscular fire dude! Y/N giggled, patting him on the shoulder.

"I really appreciate you bringing me here with you. When you decide to pay your tab, remind me to contribute enough money to help." Sans shrugged, smirking.

"People like you are too nice down here, really."

"It feels nice to help someone."

"It's not so nice when people try to kill you over it," Sans retorted. Y/N frowned, nodding.

"I guess I didn't grow up down here so there isn't much for me to say, but I can't help but think everyone down here is kind but hurt. I mean, there's a lot about you I noticed that aren't so...pleasant, but you managed to treat me like a person with emotions and opinions. I doubt that of hundreds, you're the only one down here like that," she explained. Sans sighed again, rubbing his eyes.

"Like I said, people like you are too nice down here." Sans finished the conversation this way and then came a long moment of silence. In that time, Grillby came over with two plates with burgers on them. He set them in front of the two.

"Here."

"Thank you, Grillby," Y/N thanked with a warm smile on her face. Grillby silently nodded at her before walking away. She grabbed the ketchup and poured some on her burger, whereas Sans barely acknowledged what was happening around him. He was getting caught up in his thoughts right now, a bit overwhelmed with them actually. Finally, he stood up and walked away from the bar, heading out the front door. Y/N hummed and took a bite of her burger, watching Sans leave.

She set her food down and ran after him, leaving the restaurant right when he did. "Is everything alright?" She asked worriedly, making Sans scowl.

"God, y'know, you gotta stop assuming something's wrong. I'm fine. And either way, I wouldn't tell you some edgy shit no one cares about," Sans replied. Y/N was silent at first, then she took off the coat she still had on. Her hair brushed over her eyes as she did that, making them impossible to see. She put the hood on top of Sans' head before wrapping her arms together coldly. "Why do you're eyes always do that?"

"Do what?" She asked.

"If they ain't covered by a hood, it's covered by your hair. If not your hair, someone's or something's blocking your face. If it's not that, then you're head it turned away from view. It's weird," Sans explained. Y/N hummed, not noticing that until now.

"Well... Do you want to see my eyes?" She asked as she brought her hands up. She was wearing one of Sans's red shirts, which sorta made this moment more cliche but who cares. Sans slowly nodded, curious. Then Y/N pushed her hair out of her face, revealing her normal looking E/C eyes. Well, aside from the kindness and care that laid within them. And it was that feature that hit Sans first.

"Woah," he mumbled, tuning his full body towards her. "That's beautiful!" Y/N giggled, making Sans' face redden. He opened his mouth to form a quick insult to her in order to make him seem like he didn't mean it, but Y/N spoke first.

"Thank you. Your eyes are very pretty as well. It has a nice color to it, too," she replied softly. Sans huffed silently, looking to the side.

"I, uh...thanks," he mumbled as he put his hand in his pockets. He sighed and put coat on right, burying his face in the hood fur. It was obvious that he was pretty flustered right now and reddened, as he did truly feel his chest warm when he was around Y/N. It was strange for him to feel this way so he typically pushed his feelings away and told himself that he was just her guardian per say. But he knew deep down in his heart it wasn't true.

"Look, I got something to say to you," Sans pushed more harshly then intended. "And I don't wanna hear any of this being told or heard by other monsters, got it? This is us and us alone, ya understand? This shit is hard to say, so..." he drifted off. The snow was started to pick up again, making the scene look more aesthetic.

Y/N nodded, listening to him closely when began talking. "This shit isn't said very often down here; no, it's not said at all actually. But you're human, and you have a different heart so..." he trailed off again, scratching the back of his head. He looked Y/N in the eyes and gave her a flustered glare like if he was embarrassed, which she took no offense to. "I don't just give anyone the right to take my coat, waste my time, bother me, stop me from sleeping, and more. It's just you and Boss, and even he has less power than you."

He continued after a deep breath. "And its not because you're human or I pity you. In fact, I couldn't care less if you're soul is strong, since I could still break it; I couldn't care less if you fell down here, since we're trapped down here too. I let you do because... it's like a bandaid, just gotta say it... I care about you. Not even like a sister or close friend, no, I mean if you were about to be shot, I would jump in front of bullet so you could liev put your life happily. I love you."

Y/N was silent, sorta just staring. Her whole body was shook, frozen, and in shock. She didn't even know what she just heard or if she was dreaming. She even forgot that she was freezing due to being too caught up in her feelings. Sans stood there silently for about 10 seconds as well, before he face-palmed and grew red jn embarrassment. That's when a tear escaped the corner of Y/N's eye and a large smile grew on her features.

"Sans," she replied sweetly as she walked over to him. She fell forwards on him and wrapped her arms around the inside of the coat, around his sweater. The embraced him tightly and said, "I love you too!" Sans felt his heart move a little and a new feeling wash over him. Without being able to control it, he felt a genuine smile grow on his face as he hugged her back tightly.

"I'm so...glad," he breathed out heavily, his nerves relaxing. The two stayed in that position for a while before eventually breaking off. Y/N pecked him on the cheek before grabbing his hand.

"We should go back inside, hehe. The food'll get cold," she said as she motioned to the door. Sans nodded nervously, chuckling.

"Yeah, and Grillby will be pissed if we wasted food. I don't wanna deal with that again." The two fo them walked inside the restaurant/bar, they started their way back to the bar. Yet when they got in, the bar was silent. I mean, the restaurant was pitch silent; not only that, but many eyes were on them as they walked in. Y/N completely ignored their exists' and sat down on the barstool, picked up her burger and ate it. Luckily was still warm. Sans on the other hand was hella nervous. No, he was fucking terrified.

Grillby walked over to the two and leaned forward, so than when he whispered, only they could hear. "The bunny chick saw you two hug and kiss. Just play it cool, and they'll forget all about it in a few days." Well shit, Sans thought. Boss is gonna kill me when he finds out.

Y/N just ate her burger in peace, not really caring if other people knew about them. After all, it's their choice to laugh about like a boy kindergartener complaining about holding hands with a girl because it means their "dating," or to hear about it and mind their own business.