#look i didnt just put a bunch of mounds of flesh in his chest hole it looks decent!

[spaciebabie]

i was looking at his model and trying ta figure stuff out so its easier ta draw him (and so i can have some like hole placements i follow every time instead of putting them all around willy nilly) and i thought it would be clever if there was a heart shaped hole in his chassis

[namelessthirst]

Hunting Grounds

[ When the hunter of eggs becomes the hunted.

Might actually do a part two to this at some point, i just really like the au, and didnt get to fit in all the story in this part.

Easter bunny!Izuku Midoriya/Reader

1k words and some change

Predator/prey themes, noncon/dubcon (mostly dubcon, transitions to con), creampies, overstimulation, Hybrids(kinda), animalistic behavior, reader decides “fuck it, adult life is already so goddamn weird” and bangs the bunny man, semi public sex, uhhhhhh bunny hot]

You couldn't help the gleeful squeal as you spotted another vibrant egg nestled against the underbrush, nor the roll of pleasure as you heard it plop into your basket after giving it an experimental shake, eager for what treats could be inside.

The staff had to skimp out on the larger eggs this year, but you knew everyone would be happy even without the occasional gift cards. Still, it was a shame, and you knew people were frustrated to be out bid by some church in renting your usual cheap grounds. It was true that there had been quite a bit of rain lately, and it made other locations usually used for kids too muddy, but it was hard to not feel as though it was a jab at a bunch of grown adults wanting their own Easter fun.

This new land wasn't bad, it did have more foliage to work with while hiding eggs! But it was also more expensive than what your group usually aimed for.

Still, you were just glad you got to still hold the event at all.

Even with the unknown area, and it's marked off hunting grounds being different than year's past, you kept on with your surefire plan to get a good helping of eggs.

Many people liked the scramble in the middle, to dive and hurry for anything they could spot alongside the others, but you liked a more peaceful method- it just also happened to yield you a good profit.

The staff liked to hide eggs along the rim of the grounds, and the bright pink flags marking off the limit made it easy to find and figure out where they'd put things.

Plus, it was just so peaceful. The cool breeze, warm sunlight peeking through the trees, and the sounds of nature close.

You didn't peg yourself as much of a nature-lover, but this was nice.

Perhaps it was the lulling effect it all had, that let you ignore the quick trampling of feet, assuming there were deer somewhere nearby.

Maybe if you hadn't been pressed to the ground, tee-shirt brushing with dirt as you peered under a bush where a dark green egg was nested between the branches at its base, you would have heard the snap of a twig merely a few feet away.

You didn't make it but a few inches from under the brush before your rump pressed into something firm, and warm.

With a shriek you jerked away, landing on your side as whatever it was that'd touched you followed suit.

When you peered back, you tried very hard to rationalize.

The man had no ears-no human ears, at least.

Forest green curls tickled what could only be the base of perked and alert rabbit ears- they flicked and turned; doe eyes trained on you with pupils blown far too wide to be normal.

There were marks in the ground where he'd leapt back from your startling outburst.

But movement caught you eye and sped your heart as the man crept forward, hands and toes stretched out slowly. But even the most trepidatious approach couldn't distract you from the sudden realization that this man was completely bare.

The flick of your eyes over the stranger’s semi seemed to only encourage him.

He paused, nose twitching quick before the barest movement of your leg had him hurtling onto you.

His land was graceful, you only felt the pressure of his weight in ways that kept you still.

You could feel strong nails dig into the jean fabric of your shorts; hips being pulled up away from the ground.

On your belly, all you could see was the dewy grass and dirt, heartbeat thunder in your ears and breath found lacking despite the deep gulps you pulled.

There was the sniffing again, nose ticklish over your soft body. You felt a lighter touch, almost curious, before a solid thump came from your side.

You twisted uncomfortably, trying to get a look even if the action had something far too warm and soft brushing your side in a way that made you a bit dizzy.

"What the hell are you on?!"

Your words were paid no mind, only earning the distinct sensation of someone trying to chew through your shorts.

When your hips were dropped back to the ground, you got what could have been a lovely and enticing view of a perky round ass, plush balls shifting ever so slightly behind a weighing boner. A pretty pink hole staring back at you, topped just a bit above with a busy and raised tail.

Were you hallucinating? The ears could have been a trick of the eye, but, that tail was suspended by nothing. Moving, with nothing.

The sound of fabric ripping brought you back out of your hazy thoughts.

Nails you were sure imprinted on your skin even through your shorts dug at the seam that sat over your pussy.

It didn't take much work, teeth and claws ripping through to soft flesh after mere seconds.

The spring air was cool on your once hidden core, trembling as you watched the fluffy tuft at the man's rear flick about, an almost squeaky noise escaping his throat.

Tentative flicks of his tongue sent shivers down your spine, uneasy tickles of pleasure raced up from your clit, warm flesh prodding in as your walls clenched.

With each grind of wet texture beyond what a human could provide, you could feel your heartbeat speed for a different reason.

His sudden shift was quick, almost frantic, as he tried to keep his weight and grip firm on you while he repositioned himself.

You didn't have enough focus to ask yourself why you hadn't tried to bolt as he moved, your mind preoccupied as his warm chest pressed to your back.

Calloused hands patted along your hips, thighs, petting over the mound of your pussy as that tantalizing tongue wetted your neck, nose twitching noticeably against your skin.

It was kind of uncomfortable, being pressed down to the ground like this. Even with the fresh spring grass, you could feel twigs poking your chest and arms.

Yet, as you felt what was unmistakably the flushed cock you saw earlier leave ripples of promise where it ground against your fresh slit, you couldn't pay much mind to anything else.

Seconds dragged on in a way that lost you, a tapered tip pressing over your clit with each roll of oddly curved hips feeling almost like torture.

A frustrated groan was the first sound you'd made in a bit, as you pressed insistently back against the wanting flesh that teased you.

You were almost tempted to yell when everything stopped, tongue gone and hips leant away.

The heat didn't have much time to leak away before you felt the man, the bunny, shift against you, and a long, weeping prick, slide the first couple inches inside.

With the first buck, teeth clamped down on the nape of your neck.

He didn't give you a chance to breathe, every retreat met double in the taking.

Hot, breathy grunts of pleasure rumbled into the pinched flesh of your neck as his tip pressed tight against your cervix. An aim with purpose and need.

It was hard to just keep up, his grip tight and disallowing of you to even meet him halfway, leaving you to choke out encouragement weakly.

Even through the fire of nerves in you, one thought was clear.

You were letting this...this inhuman man, this rabbit man, fuck you.

And with the sudden stilling, arching of his back off you, leaving dents of teeth in your skin, you realized you wanted more.

His cock slipped free when he suddenly fell back on his ass, panting with his cock still tall and twitching, one leg raised and kicking down at the ground every other breath.

Your pussy ached, you hadn't even cum yet. The peak he'd built with speedy thrusts already dissipating.

Laid back ears perked anew at your irritated scoff, and back on he climbed to your dripping hole.

He didn't move from you again, not for a good while.

With each short orgasm of his, he slumped against you, and on you begged for more. And more he gave.

When you finally managed to turn over, you gripped green curls as tight as you had your legs around his hips, unwilling for him to leave until you were well satisfied.

Your greed earned you well at last, even as he whimpered with overstimulation at each plunge into your crushing core, your first orgasm, wet and heavy, had you leaving teeth marks of your own in his shoulder.

The whines of pleasure only grew as you pressed on, cunny trembling on too much. Too much friction, too much stretching, too much filling.

Balls that weren't even big enough to tap against your ass at his best had dumped so much inside you, and only had more to give when your peak spilled liquid renewal on his libido.

Your wispy gasps that tapered off from overstrung moans only fed the new high of your stranger.

You could only wonder his intention as he pulled his sputtering cock from you to rub as much of himself as he could against the sticky wet you'd given him.

The smear of your mixed release didn't last long before he was back inside, feverishly taking you with the heavy clap of a foot against the dirt.

The daylight had been fading for a bit now, and you were sure everyone must be gathering for the cookout.

You were more than satisfied, and he'd finally deflated, both of you laying limply together, the stillness only disturbed by distant sounds of revelry and the occasional nudge of his nose to your cheek.

This time, you heard the snap of the twig, despite your exhaustion.

Someone was near, and at the call of your name, you knew you had to flee.

They couldn't see him, couldn't catch you both like this.

What you had decided was yours, was already sat up alert. A footstep closer had him poised tightly over you, brows furrowed and teeth bared through low grunts.

It took a few nudges, then shoves, at his chest to get him to move off you.

Your legs wobbled as you stood, seed rushing fresh from you to join the spill that had long since cooled on the ruins of your shorts.

The eyes of your bunny were wide, confused, ears turning constantly as he watched you move and listened to the unknown approach.

He followed when you pulled.

'Sore' did not cover how you felt the next day. It did not cover the awkward ache of your spine from sleeping on the floor. It did not cover the scratches of nature, or the headache you had from trying to process everything from the day before.

The stranger you'd brought home last night hadn't woken yet, falling asleep after a heavy meal of cabbage and kind of ruining your couch cushions by chewing and digging at them. Once you'd eaten something, he hadn't let you up until he was unconscious at long last.

Every car that had driven past your house had him awake and peering into the dark.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine! Sorry..."

"Okay, I just...We couldn't find you, just your basket, last night. We were all really worried."

"I know, sorry. I should have said something before heading off. Thanks for finding my basket, though!"

"Its fine. We saved you some leftovers too! We just assumed you were being meticulous like usual, so we packed some away for you. Ribs, biscuits, some cake, and some salad and coleslaw. Sound good? You're welcome to whatever."

You looked over at the lump of green that lay on your living room floor, tucked between torn pillows and cushions, and felt up the stinging mark on your neck with the hand not cradling your phone.

"Yeah, salad sounds great."