#bunny!reader

[glossykissies]

bunny riding clark but he’s doing all the work, thrusting up into her and massage her puckered hole, kissing her neck while praising the absolute HELL outta her

having a full body reaction to this.

your pink mini skirt flapping up with every one of this thrusts. clark usually likes to fuck all romantic and all, but this is how you liked it, you liked to be ragdolled— and clark could never deny you of what you wanted. he was obsessed with getting you off.

he lets out a soft moan right below your ear as he massages your second hole with his middle finger, stabilising it as he bounces you hands free, letting you hold on, only able to let out forced squeals as he all but pushes your cervix in.

“d’ddy—” you hiccup, voice gone as your tits spill out of your little crop top and brush his chest. it was pornographic, something other guys in smallville surely dreamt of, and he knew that from the way they all looked at you in your little outfits. the thought of their lecherous gaze washing over your skin made him bounce you that little bit harder, abdominal muscles flexing but causing him no strain. after all, he was clark kent.

“feeling good baby?” he drags his lips against your neck as he concentrates on not spilling his seed too early.

“so good!” you whine, leaving a creamy ring at his base.

“i know— oh wow,” he breathes, noticing the mess you’d left on him. “messy baby bunny. s’okay. good girl.” he praises, barely coherent from lust. you love when he speaks like that.

[angel06babysworld]

dads!bsf!rafe x bunny!reader

a/n: why is topper lwk right…

His Baby

She hadn’t meant to scream it.

She wanted it to come out soft — rehearsed, maybe. She thought if she said it gently, her dad might listen.

But he wasn’t listening. He was pacing. Talking over her. Already worked up just from seeing Rafe near her on the porch.

So she screamed.

“I’m pregnant!”

Topper stopped cold.

Silence slammed down over the room.

He blinked. Like he’d been slapped. “You’re what?”

She stood in the entryway, both hands clutching her stomach like that would make it feel more real. “I’m pregnant. With Rafe’s baby.”

Rafe didn’t say a word. He stood beside her, silent, steady. He hadn’t touched her since she opened her mouth.

Topper looked between them. His eyes landed on Rafe like crosshairs. “You got her pregnant?”

Still nothing from Rafe.

Topper’s voice rose. “She’s nineteen!”

“I know how old she is,” Rafe said calmly.

“She’s barely old enough to drink! She just came home—she just—what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I love her.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Topper barked. “You’ve known her since she was born!”

Bunny winced.

“You watched her crawl. You held her at her first goddamn birthday party. Jesus fucking Christ, Rafe—what, were you waiting for her to grow up? Just circling like a goddamn predator?”

Rafe’s jaw clenched.

“She’s not a child,” he said quietly.

“She’s my child!” Topper shouted. “You think that makes this better? You think I give a shit that she’s legal when you’re old enough to be her father?”

“I’m not her father,” Rafe said. “You are. And you’ve never treated her like a daughter.”

That landed like a punch.

Bunny’s breath caught.

Topper’s face twisted. “Don’t you dare.”

“You shoved her off to boarding school and called it discipline. You ignored her panic attacks. You told her to stop acting crazy when she was breaking down in front of you.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Topper growled.

But Rafe didn’t stop.

“You pushed her out the second she made you uncomfortable. And now you’re pissed that someone actually saw her. Took care of her. Loved her.”

“She’s a kid!” Topper shouted. “She doesn’t know what love is. She just knows how to spread her legs.”

Bunny flinched.

The words hit harder than anything else.

She didn’t cry. Not right away. She just froze. Breath snagged in her throat. Hands shaking.

“I should’ve known,” Topper said, voice cruel and sharp. “You’ve always been like this. Couldn’t stand not being the center of attention. Couldn’t go six months without needing a man inside you, huh?”

Rafe stepped forward. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

But she was already breaking.

She turned her back to both of them, shoulders rising and falling in fast, panicked breaths. The air felt thick. Her chest wouldn’t expand. Her fingers curled into her sleeves and she bent at the waist, gasping like she was drowning.

“Bunny,” Rafe said, voice changing instantly. He reached her in two steps, cupping the back of her neck. “Look at me. Hey. Hey, look at me, sweetheart.”

She shook her head violently.

Topper looked stunned. Like he hadn’t realized until just now what he’d done. What it always did to her.

“I’m—I didn’t—” he stammered.

“Leave,” Rafe said. Not loud. Just final.

Topper stared at him.

“Get the fuck out,” Rafe growled.

Topper swallowed. He looked at Bunny again — curled in on herself, shaking — and for a second, something like regret flickered in his eyes. But he didn’t say anything.

The door slammed a moment later.

Rafe turned back to her.

“Baby. It’s just me now. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

She collapsed against him. His arms were there before she could fall, steady and tight. Her sobs were silent now — all air, no sound — but the damage sat deep in her bones.

“I’m so sorry,” she choked out.

“Don’t you ever apologize to me,” he said, kissing her hair. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“He hates me.”

“He doesn’t get to decide who you are.”

Her face was wet against his neck. She clung to him like he was the last thing tethering her to the ground

“I’ll take care of you,” Rafe whispered. “You and this baby. I’ll never let anyone talk to you like that again.”

And she believed him.

Because Rafe never looked away. Never flinched. Never once treated her like she was too much.

Even when she shattered.

He just held her together.

dividers: @/cursed-carmine @/saradika-graphics @/fairytopea

tags: @amelialovesrafe @alyisdead @illumoria @blissfulbutterfliess @sydneysslove @sc04 @matthewswifeyy @meetmeintheemeraldpool @lcversvoid @honeyinthesummer @dolli333 @lolabunnyworldss @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @rafessbaby @rafesbabygirlx @cokewithcameron @drewrry @harubunnyyy @ellayahhs @lifeonawhim @usseraloo

[cameronsbabydoll]

I love the fact that rafe treats her like a child. I need a part where she sleeps round rafes house and when she wakes up she walks downstairs in her night clothes and with her teddy and sees all of rafes friends round fr

TOO SOFT FOR HIS WORLD — ᥫ᭡

rafe cameron x bunny!reader

Rafe keeps you tucked away.

Not hidden, exactly—just preserved. Kept soft and sweet and untouched by the rougher parts of his world. His friends know about you, of course, but they don’t see you. Not really.

So when you pad downstairs that morning—rubbing the sleep from your eyes, wearing one of Rafe’s oversized t-shirts, your teddy bear clutched under your arm—you don’t expect to walk into a room full of them.

They go silent.

Kelce has a coffee halfway to his mouth. Topper’s mid-sentence. Some of the other guys are sprawled across the couch, beer bottles on the table even though it’s barely noon.

And then there’s Rafe.

Sprawled in one of the chairs, legs spread, watching you with an expression that shifts fast—from mild surprise to something possessive.

You blink.

They blink back.

And of course Topper makes the mistake of grinning. "Well, well—"

"Not a fucking word."

Rafe’s voice is low, dangerous, and just like that, the moment shatters.

You hesitate, curling in on yourself, but Rafe’s already standing. His hands are on your waist before you can think, steering you away from their gawking stares.

"What did I tell you, angel?" His voice is softer when he speaks to you, but there’s an edge beneath it. "Not down here dressed like this."

You pout, looking up at him. "I didn’t know—"

"I know, baby," he soothes, tucking your hair behind your ear. Then, voice firm, "Back upstairs."

Your fingers tighten around your teddy, but you nod, obediently turning back toward the stairs.

Rafe watches you go, his jaw tight.

And when Topper opens his mouth again, Rafe doesn’t hesitate—he tosses the nearest thing at him.

"I said shut the fuck up."

[urmum-lovesme]

new bunny chapter tonight... ?

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

“lemme keep it in when we sleep tonight” perv!loser!rafe x bunny!airhead!reader who will do whatever he says. with wide eyes she says, “mk” n immediately takes her pink panties off.

“wait,” he says, holding her waist as she throw her panties off to the side , “seriously?”

she grabs his cock from his sweatpants, straddling his thigh—her drooling cunt bleeding into his leg with arousal. she doesn’t respond, just hums as his lengthening cock lies against her tummy as she begins stroking him a little.

rafe decides to test his luck: “t-take off your shirt, too.”

and she does immediately her nipples becoming pert and sensitive in the cool air of her boyfriend’s room.

He pinches at them, and she whimpers—chewing on her lower plump lip.

When he finally puts it in, her back arches against his front, and his calloused hand drags up her torso to her nipples and down again as he rubs her pudgy button as he spreads her pussy lips apart making a ‘V’ with his pointer and middle before stopping when her cunt squeezes his cock.

A few minutes pass and she giggles—head in space as her eyes close in bliss.

“what’s up, baby?” rafe feels her shake her head.

when she moves again, she giggles.

“tell me, what is it?” He sucks hickeys on to her neck, her body tingling.

“can feel you in my tummy” she giggles, squealing when she moves her hips to the side a little.

That was like a gut punch to Rafe, except in a good way of course. He forcefully blinked his eyes closed, huffing. “f-fuck, do-dont say, gonna make me nut, baby.”

She looks back at him with big eyes again, and he swears he almost came on the spot. “M sorry, daddy.”

Instead of responding verbally, he just sloppily kisses her lips as she licks into his mouth, giggling again.

BRRKRNRK IDK JUST A THIUGHT HEHE

[xoxomingi]

FULL OF YOU

simon riley x bunny!reader

warnings: smut, breeding kink, multiple rounds/locations, unprotected sex(creampie), pet names, simon being thirsty. wc: 1.4k

it’s like you can’t go anywhere without simon trying to fill you up.

he swears it’s your fault. walking around in those soft little shorts, shirt riding up, that sweet, clueless little voice—just being you.

“you know what that does to me, bunny.”

he says it while your hands are in the sink, washing up like it’s just another sunday.

you giggle, totally unbothered. “i’m not even doing anything,” you shrug.

but simon’s already pressing up behind you, thick arms caging you against the counter.

“exactly.”

his voice is all low and gritty in your ear, big hand sneaking up under your tank top while the other palms your ass.

you whimper when he pulls your shorts down, panties soaked and stuck to your folds. he huffs a breath through his nose like he’s proud.

“already wet for me?”

you nod, but he makes you say it.

“yes—yes, simon. always.”

he doesn’t even take you to the bedroom. just bends you over the sink, cheek smushed to the cold porcelain, and presses himself inside, slow but so deep.

your knees almost buckle but he holds your hips so tight you don’t dare fall.

you can feel him in your belly.

you always can.

“gonna fill you up, bunny. yeah? make sure you’re dripping with me all day.”

you moan out something that sounds like a yes, even though your words are already all mushy.

he fucks you slow at first, watching how your soft thighs jiggle with every thrust, how your mouth stays open, breath fogging up the mirror.

“look at you,” he grunts, tilting your head just enough to catch your reflection. “sweet lil’ thing, lettin’ me use you whenever i want.”

he spills in you just like he always does—thick and full, and he stays inside. lets it sit.

his hand rubs over your tummy like he’s trying to coax it deeper.

“take all of it, love. yeah, that’s my good girl.”

you think he’s done after that.

you even lay on the couch in your big t-shirt and thigh-highs, watching a cartoon and hugging a plushie to your chest.

but he walks by with a glass of water and stops in his tracks.

“bunny,” he mutters, eyes dark and jaw clenched.

“hm?” you glance up innocently.

he just sets the glass down and kneels on the rug right in front of you.

next thing you know, he’s yanking your legs open and burying his face between your thighs like a starved man.

licking and slurping up all the mess he left inside you, letting his tongue fuck into you while you whimper and buck your hips against him.

you’re panting, babbling nonsense, thighs shaking—and he doesn’t stop.

not until you cum again.

not until you’re crying his name and clutching his hair like you’ll float away without him.

then he shoves two fingers inside, thick and slick.

“still so full,” he murmurs. “but not enough.”

he’s hard again. already.

you don’t even get a warning before he’s pushing back in, and you swear it’s deeper this time—like he’s fucking the mess right back in, balls slapping your ass with every heavy thrust.

you sob and he groans, like he likes how dumb you sound.

“need to keep you stuffed, bunny. every. fuckin’. hour.”

you go to grab a snack in the kitchen?

bent over the fridge.

he makes you hold onto the shelves while he presses his chest to your back and pounds you from behind.

you don’t even make it to the snacks.

you’re folding laundry in your cute little sleep shorts?

he bends you over the bed.

rips your panties to the side and groans about how you still feel like him inside.

you’re stretching in the hallway before your workout?

you get pinned to the wall.

and he fucks you up against it with his hand around your neck, calling you his good girl while you squeeze around him and moan like it’s the only thing you’re good for.

(which, let’s be honest—you are.)

and when night finally rolls around, you think maybe—just maybe—he’s gotten it out of his system.

you’re laying in bed in one of his old t-shirts, legs sore and pussy puffy, lips parted and brain totally scrambled.

you look so sleepy and cute and fucked-out.

but simon climbs in next to you, drags you into his chest, and nuzzles his face against your neck.

and then he murmurs it.

“think you can take one more for me, bunny?”

you nod immediately. your body’s tired but your pussy clenches just from the sound of his voice.

you turn to face him, and he gently spreads your thighs open, laying you back like you’re fragile.

he whispers praise the whole time. kisses your cheeks and your collarbones, and rubs his tip through your folds until you’re whining and trying to arch your back.

“shh. easy, love. i got you.”

he presses inside one last time, slow and sweet and so full it knocks the air from your lungs.

you grab his arms, nails digging into the thick muscle, and he just groans.

“yeah… that’s it. that’s my girl.”

he makes love to you this time. not just fucking. not just filling.

it’s deep and slow and warm, and he holds your hips steady so every drop stays inside.

he finishes with a low moan and bites down on your shoulder, hips still grinding even after he’s done, like he doesn’t wanna let go.

when he finally pulls out, it’s messy.

it drips.

you look between your thighs, eyes big and dazed, and you whimper a little.

simon just smirks and scoops it up with his fingers.

pushes it right back in.

“can’t waste any of it, bunny.”

his voice is soft, but the look in his eyes is feral.

“gonna make sure you’re full of me tomorrow too.”

[dalazzx]

i loove ur puppy!satoru and bunny!reader ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾ mor plz hehe

Warnings: PuppyHybrid!Satoru x fembunnyhybrid!reader, smut, dubcon, licking, mentions of Suguru (he’s a perv), jerking off, exhibtionism. I hope you like this!!! Enjoy!!

Toru absolutely has no sense of when things should be done and when they shouldn’t be done, he’s completely fine with having a full on make-out session with you right as Suguru is clicking away at the channels a few inches away from you to. you hate public displays of affection so you’re always whining and pawing to get away from him. He really won’t have any of it, he’s trying his hardest to suck on your tongue or trying to slip his hands under your shirt. 

Suguru really seems to not care in the least bit, he’ll intervene to tell Satoru to calm down but apart from that he doesn’t mind the small moans that make your way up your throat.

Nor does he bat an eye when Satoru is blatantly tugging down his sweats to free his already leaky cocklet, he has no shame with the way he’s rubbing your pussy through your underwear, and when Satoru places you on his lap, quickly shutting you up with a small warning growl, he still isn’t turning his head.

Satoru slips his needy cock right into you with no problem, you were already wet enough just from the kissing. He’s filiting himself right into your gummy walls and fucking up into you. Satoru is a loud moaner, he practically howls as he milks himself with your pussy over and over. His bunny feels so damn good how could he not ruin you over and over?

You and Satoru don’t see it but Suguru is totally looking: but not making it obvious and even if he did you two still wouldn’t notice in your state right now. He’s staring at where you and Satoru connect, creating that nasty milky ring that dribbles down Satoru’s thighs. Suguru starts rubbing at his thigh, trying to zone out as to not seem like a pervert, but aren’t you two the perverts here?

Without regard for privacy anymore, Suguru rubs his cock through his pants, squeezing his tip in tune with the way Satoru makes you bounce agaisnt his dick.

And it’s not long before he just rips his dick out from its confines and jerks off, rubbing the precum from his tip all the way to his heavy balls, Satoru lifts your legs and he gets to have a better angle at your soft pillowy cunt, you’re so damn wet, glistening in the warm light and oh so beautiful!

[blkkizzat]

Mess Up Your White Tee, I'll Eat You Dirty~ ♡

Otaku!Gojo x Bimbo!Reader~ ♡

𝐜𝐰: otaku!gojo—nuff said ♡ minor references to this thirst. 𝐰𝐜: 2670 𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬: @buttercupblu143 for goated inspo & @yung-notorious for beta.

Otaku!gojo who has you tooted up, ass-naked on all fours—your knees planted at on the bed, titties squished into the mattress. Your feet dangling off the edge as your toes curl just like your spine—deeply in a mean arch.

Never failing to make you the star of his own hentai fantasies, of course Gojo loves to have you spread wide for him.

Both your asshole and pussy exposed, gaping on full display so your freakass otaku boyfriend can devour your pussy from the back like she's a refreshing bowl of kakigori on a hot summer day.

Although it's not like Gojo can enjoy the view when he's practically drowning himself in your cunny. His face obscenely drenched and dripping with your juices as he slurs deliriously into your gooey hole.

"Bunnn, s'gud—shiiii... s-she's mochi sweet~!"

Gojo's favorite lil' mochi ball, of course, being your clit. So cute and swollen, he makes sure to pay special attention to her as he takes his time savoring the texture of your sensitive flesh.

In between the suction of his sloppy puckered lips, Gojo's tongue peaks out to lap gently at her before swirling the tip across every nerve on your lewd bud. The tortuously euphoric sensations leaving you seeing stars as you've lost track on how many times you've cum thus far.

The results of Gojo's messy eating gush through your folds, ass and thighs as your slick and his spit reflects a glossy sheen that glows in the dim room when the first rays of early morning light pour in.

That's right—it's already morning.

Shiiit.

You'd lost count of how long he'd been at it when he said he needed a 'midnight snack'. Yet this is completely your own fault Bunny for telling Toru he could 'eat whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't get crumbs in the bed again.'

You didn't think the first thing he'd reach for would be you!

Nevermind that you felt like crumbling yourself—limbs frail like goo, you can't even run now. Utterly at this otaku freak's mercy and he didn't look like he was slowing down anytime soon.

"P-Please...s't-toru—hiccup—stawp, enough..."

But his perverted nonsensical coos for you to stay still make him sound like a weak and wounded animal—like the lil' freak actually thought he'd die if he didn't bury his face deeper into your quivering cunt.

The sound grips at your heartstrings and would almost have you feeling sympathetic for him if it wasn't for the contrast of Gojo's own swiney hands gripping onto your hips with unearthly strength, keeping you in place—making you feel more like the prey.

Truthfully you weren't going anywhere and no matter how pathetically helpless Gojo appeared, he'd always muster the most devout dedication to worshipping your body.

All you can do is brace yourself right now, biting down harder on the sheets. As a testament to that wet spot beneath you is bigger than your own face at this point. Evidence of how badly you've drooled and damn near chewed a hole through the custom 100% egyptian cotton digimon themed linen.

But it's times like these you were thankful your eyes spent more time in the back of your head then starring the cute cuddly Gatomon and Gammamon characters smiling back at you on the sheets—they were too innocent to be subjected to Toru's depravity, they—

—wait! The hell!? For that matter how come you even remember their names!? Urgh.

"O-One more... jusss' one more! P-Plwease, Bunny! My ecchi angel... blwess me with your holy pussy water jussst once more my pervy prwincess, I-I need it!"

Gojo's words have you both recoiling a mix of cringe and overstimulation as you feel him pull back briefly to spit a wad of fluids onto your plump sloppy pussy only to just as quickly slurp the suds back up again.

The wet, gurgling sounds of his lecherous gluttony echo in surround sound throughout the bedroom.

Yet despite all the shame and cringe the most overwhelming feeling is the disbelief that your body hadn't gone completely numb already—somehow you feel another orgasm building, relentless and inevitable.

God, something had to be equally as wrong with you for enjoying Toru's ecchi ways this much, not to mention, remembering the names of actual digimon on the sheets—Gojo's otaku influences would literally be the end of you...

Furthermore, you even don't know how Gojo's still going at this point!

Although you were making a big enough mess all yourself, you knew the sheets below your hips were not only stained with your creamy fluids but his own thick cum. A small puddle had formed on the completely saturated sheets as you couldn't keep track of how many times the lil' freak has cum—moaning obscenities into your pussy as he nuzzles your asshole down to your clit with his entire face.

All the while dick throbbing against the bed completely untouched each time.

He should have been tapped out from dehydration by now.

You had to do something to stop this seemingly never ending cycle—get him to fuck you somehow or something so your pussy could finally drain his completely balls dry and you could get some well earned sleep!

Like clockwork, upon another warm ejaculation spurts out to splash against your knees. The intensity of Gojo's throaty cries soften against your skin and you can feel gojo's insane grip on your cheeks loosening slightly.

Now is your chance before he recovers—you absolutely have to use this moment to turn things to your advantage!

Willing your body to cooperate, your arms are trembling as you push yourself upright. Torso rising while your legs slip further off the bed, towards the floor—seeking just enough leverage to turn around. You’re so focused, gathering the energy just to move a bit, you don’t even notice the sole of your foot brushing—ever so lightly and completely unintentional—right up against Gojo’s cock.

Immediately the raw sound that leaves him is sharp and guttural, a croaked moan straight from the depths of his chest as his eyes shoot open wide. Already hypersensitive and twitchy from release—not to mention delirious with lust from eating your coochie damn near off the bone all night—your foot is the last thing Gojo expects to feel in the moment.

Gojo’s sudden cry startles you, making you freeze mid-motion. The jolt steals your momentum, and before you can recover, your arms buckle beneath you—sending you crashing back down face-first into the sticky, aftermath of your own undoing.

But it's too late now... and before you know it Gojo grabs your ankles, repositioning you back into your arch as he pulls your feet up and together, slotting his thick, throbbing length between them.

Shit the feeling is almost painful.

Gojo forces his cock, still red and throbbing from just previously ejaculating to rub against the soft soles of your feet—fuck they are just too warm and welcoming to resist fucking into!

Any attempts to jerk away are even more futile than before in this position.

In fact, you're actually spurring him on.

You don't realize it, but the way your toes are squirming has them unintentionally fondling gojo's big breeder sack, already engorged as his more turned on than ever—full with his next creamy load ready to blow.

Gojo himself is in utter bliss.

He truly loves every inch of you—even if you are usually too ticklish and embarrassed to let him worship your feet for very long.

But this—your angelic, goddess-like hentai footies wrapped around his dick?

Amazing.

Phenomenal.

Revolutionary even!

In his mind Gojo deems it the best fucking sheath for his hard and leaky cock...well, third best other than your pretty mouth and perfect pussy of course!

Gojo thrust begin slow at first, the head of his cock sliding between your arches, his previous spilled release smearing across your skin like a filthy markings a dog would of his own territory.

God, why hadn't plotted to use your divine lil' feetsies as a onahole before!?

Well, Gojo suppose he has.

He's definitely rubbed his dick feverishly against the dakimakura image of you, which highlighted how cute and pretty your feet were, whenever you're away.

Gojo had made a custom printed pillow—one of many versions—decorated with the image his favorite shot from that absurdly over-the-top yet iconic photoshoot he somehow convinced you to do—ya know, the one where you actually let him dress you in his homemade Digimon TCG lingerie.

Those ultra rare and some one-of-a-kind cards sewn together with obsessive care with paper paste and dental floss adorned your kneeling body in the photo.

Heels tucked right beside your ass, feet bare and exposed as the only parts of your body were covered were clad in a scandalous collage of holographic Megas. One of your arms folded defensively under the shiny balconette-like-card-bra—the other behind you as your back arched just right looking over your shoulder at him with wide, uncertain eyes. The cards formed lingerie so epically scandalous it could both summon a digital monster and a nosebleed—and it surely had that effect for Gojo.

The very peak of 'ecchi cosplay couture', Gojo had nutted many times over the perfect image from the perfect memory of you looking both mortified and turned on—dressed like the final boss of his wet dreams and immortalized on a dakimakura he had made MANY prints of for when he inevitably dirtied one beyond repair.

But now? This?

Gojo doesn't think the dakimakura does the seductively silken feeling of your actual feet on his cock any justice—he's hooked like an addict now.

“F-Fuhhhck, B-Bunny bae, your feet feel s-s'gud, angel.”

Even with his cock melting between your footies, Gojo can't keep his face outta your cunt for long.

Only allowing you what seems like mere moments of reprieve before his tongue dives back right in. Licking, fucking and sucking it into your gummy hole like he’s trying to juice every last drop of pleasure from your peachy pussy. Your ass jiggles from your ankles jerking your legs back with every thrust of his hard cock pumping between your feets.

And despite your utter repulsion at the way your feet being so vulgarly violated—you're moaning, shamelessly writhing even at all the foreign sensations.

You're absolutely mortified—you think you are... at least you would be if the absolute perverted frenzy Gojo worked himself into wasn't affecting you as well. The once ticklish tingles that would have your recoiling are now amplifying the electricity you feel in your core and despite yourself you're sinking back into Gojo's face—much to his excitement.

No matter how hard you try not to be as turned on as you are, Gojo's pure otaku fueled depravity is too contagious.

You lose yourself and your senses melt in the sound of skin slicking and squelching as his long length slides along your skin.

So wet—so obscene—mingling with the slurps of his tongue still gorging on your cunt, working her overtime. You clench around his tongue, obediently giving him more and more of the creamy essence his flicks beckon forth.

In turn, Gojo's hips piston even faster now—his hot girth sliding through the tight tunnel of your feet he uses his palms to press even deeper around. The intense friction making him babble more delusional praises into your cunt.

"Ah-Ah-Ahhhh shiiiiiit my sweet perverted hentai queen's feet is g-gonna make me blow s'f-fucking hard—ya foot pussy gonna be a gud nasty girl for me n'take it all Bunny?!?!"

Gojo growls, his voice distorts into your pussy once more, the erotic hums building uncontrollable pressure in your belly as your final orgasm coils tight like a spring.

Likewise Gojo's length is thrashing wildly between your feet, the tip oozing precum with every thrust, as his balls slap roughly into your curled toes—he’s so close.

"C-Cumm, cum, cum, cum—ah, with m-me pwease pwincess, wuv you—all of you, pussy, feet, ass—HAH!"

More deranged than ever, you don't know how you can even understand his desperate muffled pleas and yet somehow your body does. Because just like that, you’re coming undone, your pussy spasming as pleasure wrecks through your body. Feet arching, constricting even more around his cock, milking him as he lets out the most pathetic whine of the night so far.

Gojo blunted nails dig around your ankles as his thrusts slow. His cum still somehow shooting out in thick, hot ropes, splattering across your soles all the way up to the back of your thighs, splashing down on the bed and floor.

Finally spent, Gojo pulls out, dragging you too him—he's trembling, you both are. Yet while he's deliriously giggling, your legs still twitch as you can still sense the phantom strokes of his tongue digging into your cunny. Your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of what seemed like non stop orgasms all night.

It's almost enough for you to want his cock up there for real now if every other muscle in your body wasn't screaming for rest, fearful he'd catch a second, no, fourth wind of the night.

Gojo mutters against your skin, his voice hoarse.

“You’re so so fucking perfect Bunny, m'so lucky to have a princess as pervy and nasty as you.”

Gojo softly peppers kisses on your neck but you ignore him as you hum in response.

Eyes shut—you're preoccupied. Your brain bargaining with your body on if and how you were going to manage to get up, at least long enough to grab the wet wipes from Gojo's desk and rip the nasty sheets off the bed.

"My Bunny-hime, don't worry about the mess, I'll buzz the maid—"

"NO!!"

Eyes flying open you immediately reject the offer. The last thing you wanted was to see any of the night shift maids who you suspect heard the symphony of lewd noises coming from the room all night—typically being close by in case they were ever needed.

You already have a hard time looking any of the staff of the Gojo residence in the manner. Even if they all seem perfectly "normalized" to the eccentric tastes of the family, what with routine maintenance of the sex dungeon and all. You don't see them bat and eye as they look completely normal, transporting baskets of sanitized sex toys or cleaning and dusting the expansive lewd museum of hentai figures.

"Mmm, n-no, Toru... I mean, its late, ah, I mean super early still! Don't bother them, just... let's just go sleep in a guest room hm? I just wanna cuddle."

You manage a small tight lipped smile in your exhaustion. You knew how much he loved sleeping in his own room, on his custom digimon sheets but you're hoping the promise of cuddling and softly caressing his undercut would be enough in his exhaustion to spare you the embarrassment.

"Kay! Whatever, you wish my ecchi angel!"

You sigh in relief as Gojo slips a t-shirt over you before he scoops you up princess time. His own arms are shaky with exhaustion but you feel comforted in the fact you know he'd sooner die then ever drop you. Also you are thrilled you didn't have to remind him anymore to at least cloth you before he tried to leave his room.

Burrowing your face in his chest you drift off as you feel his arms.

Otaku!gojo who smiles once more as he sees you drift off, placing a kiss to your forehead. His own thoughts drifting as he makes his way to one of the many Gojo estate guestrooms.

As much as he loves fucking your pussy, he wonders if you'd let him fuck other parts of your body now... like your armpit.

Oh! Oh! Maybe if he shibari tied your leg and thigh together he could fuck the crease of your thigh...

Gojo’s face lights up with excitement, eyes gleaming as he looks down, ready to ask what you’d think about that—only to find you fast asleep.

He chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. Yeah… he’d let you rest for now.

an: hopefully this lil throwaway oneshot can hold you otaku!gojo girlies off for a while 🩵🤭. i'm still working on the nursery p3 but i got a burst of inspo when i was told the gospel of forced footjobs while getting eaten out from the back. hsjdfbkjshdbfs. i think this one even out freaks the suguru footjob fic i did. btw, manga is 'oohata-san is my dream gyaru!' (there's an hentai coming soon i talk about that and link the preview here)

[cute-sucker]

note: this is an unofficial part 2 of this boxer!rafe and his sweetheart <3

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boxer!rafe can't stop thinking about you pregnant, and some would say he got more protective when you did get pregnant.

you weren't showing yet, but he was always keeping a watchful eye on you, protective hand wandering to your midsection.

after the scare you gave him at the games, he watched you all the time, willfully bringing home more food than was needed, feeling willing to come back home when he heard your whines through the phone, and buying you the most beautiful sundresses ever.

sometimes the two of you would spend more time together, looking out the balcony as he smoked a cigarette, and you looked outside with a dazed expression, hand stroking your stomach. he watched the way your nose wrinkled when a trendil of smoke reached your nose.

you made a screwed face, and then looked back at rafe with a pointed look, "i don't like that."

the next day all the cigarettes in your house were gone, and he went back to boxing. it was sweet the way your small proclamation could command him to do anything. sometimes you couldn't help but test it. test how much he loved you, and how willing he was go to. you knew it was bad the way you were acting, but you ached for the attention.

so it was all to plan when you woke up craving a burger.

not just any burger. it needed to be homemade, or even one of the burgers that rafe had made you during your first date. you remember it so clearly, the way his hand scimmed past your back as he helped you chop the cucumbers, a soft hand twirling a tendril of your hair.

it was all in your head, and suddenly you needed the burger with your life. you were pawing at his chest, soft whines leaving your mouth. he woke suddenly, taking a deep inhale of air.

"what's wrong?" he muttered, words slurred with sleep. you couldn't feel but feel bad as you pouted at him. you were wearing a pretty nightgown with a bow at the top. you watched him scan your swollen body.

you were pulling all the routes as you lowered your voice, "i need a burger."

he looked at you incredulously, eyebrows raised putting his rough hand on your shoulder, "right now?"

you frowned, before rubbing your stomach, "yes."

he groaned, falling back to head head first. you bit your tongue to stop giggles from spilling out of your mouth. he was so soft with you now, and you knew that months ago he would never act like this. but you couldn't help but tug at his arm as a grunt fell from his mouth.

"do you really need it, mama?"

now you couldn't stop your smile. you loved it when he called you 'mama,' and you loved the gentle tilt of his mouth when he called you that. and you rested your head back, nodding. finally, he gave an annoyed sigh before getting out of bed.

"goddamn it," he groaned, pulling a cleaner shirt up his head. you rested at his feet watching him put on his clothes. there was something so domestic about the whole scenario. tanyhilll was full of pictures of the two of you, small pieces of the two of you.

finally, as if he realised you were watching him, he scowled looking at you. still in your nightgown with a frenzied look on your face, he seemed to sigh again.

"ah, don't you think you should change?" he murmured, hands skimming over your top. you melted at his touch, practically hopping into his lap with eagerness. he let out a laugh before gently pushing you away, "listen. you gotta change out of that. can't have you looking like that."

you gave him a cheeky smile as if it was the middle of the day instead of three in the morning. somehow you found increasing amounts of energy and rafe was always confused about how you did it all.

"look like what?"

he shook his head, eyes flashing with slight annoyance, "nah. 'm not doing that today. get up bun, 'n go change."

although he sounded demanding you couldn't help but feel your heart drum harder at his words, biting your lip as you pulled on one of his old sweatshirts.

that night you got your burger, and he got you.

please let me know if you'd like to added to the boxer!rafe taglist!!

[zaynes-pookie]

Xavier' Bunny

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Xavier x Hybride!Bunny!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, smut, little mean Xavier, calling reader bun or bunny, overstimulation, lot of cum.

𝐀/𝐍: just something that went through my mind...

You hissed has Xavier tugged on your lill tail. “Come on Bun, I know you can do so so much better than that…”. With his hand around your waist and the other one under your thighs, he was making you bounce on his dick like the bunny you were. His cock beating your cervix in a way you’ve never felt before.

“I can’t!” you begged. Your pussy was pulsating and tingling with the number of orgasms you had, juice gushing all around both of your pelvic area and forming a creamy ring around his thick cock. "Xavier…". You wanted to scream, trash, do anything, but with his cock so deep in you that you could feel a bump, all your dumb mind could think was about making it feel you.

“Yes, you can. Cum again and maybe I’ll give it to you. Cum again and I’ll make you a mommy.” A harsher tug on your tail and a deeper thrust from him made you wail and your cunt spasms around him. Squirt flowing on his stomachs and mixing with his cum overflowing your tiny cunt. The warmed of it making you dizzy.

Collapsing, you felt a touch on your long ears. His dick still hard and deep inside of you twitching from the orgasm. “ Xav…” with no thoughts, you nuzzled his neck waiting for the sweet that occurred every time after but, instead, he tugged you away with your ears, a scream coming from you.

“Did you really think we were done. I’ve barely even started, bunny.”

[anglbunny]

Virginity ♡ Nagi seishiro

cw: smut mdni, somno, dubcon, virginity loss (reader), deer!reader

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“Fuck… doll, you’re so warm.. Can’t believe you were gonna keep this from me..” nagi groaned, your panties pushed aside only for him to slip his cock in and snap it back, so the wet fabric covered nagi’s cock which slowly slid inside of your warm virgin cunt. You were just sucking him in, all while being asleep. 

You came here to spend time with him but you passed out on his bed while he gamed and by the time he turned off his switch, it was well past midnight. He couldn’t sleep even if he tried, not when his pretty little best friend was all sprawled out for him. 

His tip throbbed around your entrance, every vein and curve getting swallowed by your warmth. His head dropped onto your shoulder, voice mumbling filthy things while you stirred in your sleep. Both his hands cupped your boobs over your oversized shirt, large hands dangerously tight around it, squeezing them so hard, it hurt. 

You whined when he bottomed out, a low moan escaping his throat knowing he finally, finally took his best friend’s virginity. He’d been dying for this moment. He could feel your body trembling beneath him. Externally and internally. His thumb circled your clit to ease you, and your tight cunt; lips trailing down your collar bones, watching your mouth hang open, eyes shut tightly. 

‘Wonder who she’s dreaming about’ nagi thought at the sound of your desperate sleepy moans, he moved back, pulling out almost all the way and that’s what pushed you to wake up, you groaned, the throb between your legs seemed too real to be a dream, and you were correct because when you opened your eyes, you were met with your best friend, slowly thrusting inside of you, your eyes widened, hands flying to his chest, “n-nagi what’re yo–” 

“Shhh, just breathe, baby, the painful part is almost over” he lazily grinned, speeding up. There was no use in fighting him back with strength, he was far bigger, far stronger than you. His pace wasn’t too fast but he was brutal, rough, especially considering his monster cock, you swore he was tearing you apart every time he sunk back down into you. You cried, nails digging into him. All you were met with were his soft coos and needy whimpers of your name. 

At some point, you weren’t even aware of what was happening, you were too far gone, too far drunk on nagi’s fat length. 

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/n: idk what to write, reqs r so overwhelming

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

[Masterlist]

[xazse]

Puppy!Satoru with a cute RabbitHybrid!Gf!!

Puppy!Satoru loves you so much, your fuffly personality paired with your fluffy ears and little puff of a tail makes you the perfect match for him. Suguru brought you for him for companionship since he’d started becoming extra clingy and whiny when Suguru would leave the house.

You were a gift to him, he cherished you the moment he got comfortable with you. The first days you were here it was quite awful for Suguru, he’d catch Satoru humping your panty clad ass multiple times a day, Satoru’s crotch would be wet with his cum by the time he separated you two. You’d really just let Satoru guide you anywhere so there wasn’t much fight with you.

It seems you were smitten with him as he was about you.

He didn’t know Satoru had such a high sex drive, it’s like a switch was flipped and he was horny 24/7, getting him toys like fleshlights to keep him busy and away from him giving you multiple puppies was also just as hard.

Quirk idea I had I needed to get this off my chest I would add more but I’m sleepy. Goodnight!!

[st6rrrs]

Bunny! Reader thinks rafes to big!

BUNNY! READER MOOD BOARD

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"not right now...rafey" you say pouting up at him as he stares at you confused

it was about 7:30pm, you and rafe were sitting on his balcony to his room, just enjoying the nice breeze as the sun begin to set.

"What the hell do you mean, not right now?" he groans rubbing his buzzed hair

"not right now." you huff whirling your hair with your finger and avoiding eye contact

"What are you on your period? ‘Cause you’re really starting to piss me off." his tone shifts. "you never turn me down?"

"no! im not...its just" you stammer your voice shaking slightly.

You fidget nervously as rafe stares at you impatiently

"your too big." you squeal covering your face with your hands and laying your head on his lap embarrassed.

"Too big?" he repeated a cocky smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

you knew he would be like this.

“Well I don’t know” he teased "Maybe you're just too tight, huh?" he chuckled as his hands moving up and down on your body.

you whine embarrassed again and cover your ears.

"everytime we fuck i feel like your suffocating my dick ya know?" he yanks your hand away from your ear and whispers that.

"Stop it, Rafe!" you whine as your face burns with embarrassment

you feel his laughter vibrating through his body.

your voice barely above a whisper. "

You're just so… big, and it hurts." you whimper sitting up now looking at him with your pretty, wide doe eyes.

"Maybe we just need to work on… stretching you out a bit yea?" he suggests his voice full of cocky confidence.

"ahh this isn't helping!" you moan into the bed below "it hurts"

you were on your hands and knees as rafe was behind you

"Ah come on baby relax your squeezing me." Rafe says as he pushes himself deeper into you.

you whine in frustration

"Ow, Rafe, stop! Just stop for a second" your voice high pitched and frustrated.

you were someone who rarely ever gets mad, you were the softest so this shocked rafe a bit.

Rafe pauses and looks at you with a mixture of concern and amusement.

"You're not going to break, baby," he says rubbing your head

you take a deep breath and try to calm down

Rafe's expression softens and he leans down to kiss you gently.

"I'll go slow okay? I'll make it feel good I promise." He starts to move again his thrusts slow and gentle.

you feel yourself start to relax and it doesn't hurt as much.

"Oh, Rafe," you moan "That feels…really good."

Rafe starts to move a little faster.. his thrusts still gentle but more insistent.

you feel yourself getting more and more turned on

"Rafe oh my god" you whimper, your voice rising. "I'm going to...I'm going to cum rafey..." the wave of pleasure crashes over you and you let out a little squeal.

you huff in exhausted and fall off your hands onto you stomach but rafe grips your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you. His fingers are digging deep into your skin

As Rafe's cock thrusts deeper into you, you feel a sudden jolt of sensation as he hits your cervix.

you gasp as Rafe's cock rubs against your cervix. it hurts but it feels so gooddd

Suddenly he's crying out

his voice a loud groan of pleasure as he cums inside you. you can feel his hot seed spilling into you, filling you up with a warm, sticky sensation.

his hips jerking as he rides out the wave of his orgasm.

He's collapsed beside you.

Rafe's voice is low and husky

"You just needed to be stretched out, baby," he says "You were a little tight but I knew I could loosen you up."

“Don’t be embarrassed baby” he whispered his voice smooth almost teasing.

“You’re cute when you’re shy”

[angelluvsrafe]

“you’re burning up”

summary: rafe is home for a bit after being away for a month. you’re determined to spend time with him and do fun things together but the flu stops you from doing so. rafe looks after you.

warnings: none

writers notes: took me 40 mins to write this, i’m getting quicker yall watch out! ＼(￣▽￣)／

military!rafe x bunny!reader

rafe had been away for a month straight, you missed him like hell and he missed you too. he was coming back on friday for two weeks and you were so excited.

until you woke up on the friday morning and threw up. of course this had to happen today, your body’s shaking and you’re sweating. next minute you’re freezing. this is horrible.

rafe walks through the front door to be met by you waiting for him on the bottom step of your stairs right in front of the doorway, you had managed to painfully haul yourself out of bed 2 minutes ago for him coming home. he smiles widely when he sees you and his shoulders visibly relax.

“hey, princess…” he walks over as you stand up and he picks you up, hugging you tightly to his chest. he kisses your neck a few times and then pulls back, looking at you. his eyes furrow when he sees how pale you look and your dark circles.

“you feeling okay, bunny?” he tilts his head and you nod, looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes he loves so much.

“mhm” you hum and he furrows his eyebrows.

“you don’t look too good, buns…” he feels your forehead and seems taken aback.

“you’re burning up” he sighs and walks to the kitchen, setting you on the counter.

“i promise it’s not even that bad, like i can walk and stuff and im only a little hot.” you quickly defend and he smiles softly at you with gentle eyes, pushing your hair out of your face.

“how long have you been sick?” he kisses your forehead as his hand rests on the top of your head to hold your hair back, he looks over your face with narrow eyes.

“since this morning… but it’s not that bad. i swear.” you smile slightly, not even believing your own words.

“you’re still sick. off to bed. go on… i’ll be up in a minute…” he kisses your head and pats your cheek, helping you down off the counter and watches you slowly make your way upstairs.

you walk upstairs and lay down in bed, turning on the tv show you had been watching. you start sweating and get a little overwhelmed so you take your hoodie and sweatpants off so you’re topless and just in some underwear, you tie your hair up in a bun, struggling as your arms are achy. not the sexiest you’ve ever looked but you really don’t care at the moment.

rafe comes back up holding a few things in one hand and a mug of tea in the other, you immediately smell the familiar scent of the lemon tea you drink often. you tilt your head to see what’s in the other hand and he sets the tea down on the table next to your bed.

“what else you got?” you mumble. eyes drifting from his hands to his face.

“just a few tablets that might help and a rectal thermometer” he smirks and sits on the side of the bed. you chuckle and he smiles. you shake your head.

“you’re most definitely not sticking that up my ass today… not in the mood.” you raise your eyebrows slightly as he chuckles.

“no ma’am, i’m just messin’ it’s a normal thermometer” he holds it out.

“hilarious” you mumble sarcastically and open your mouth, he sets the thermometer in your mouth then you shut it. eyes moving back to the tv.

a few moments later, the thermometer beeps and he takes it out, his eyes widening at the reading and he scoffs in disbelief.

“no way… says you’re 102 degrees” he frowns. “damn baby… you’re not leaving this bed anytime soon.” he shakes his head and wags his finger for dramatic effect.

“no fair, i wanna spent time with you, baby” you wine and grab his arm.

“i will spend time with you, baby girl… just- in bed.” he smiles and kisses your forehead.

you sigh and sink into the mound of pillows you’ve been clinging to all morning.

“i’m gonna go take a shower than i’ll be right back with you and we can cuddle all day.” he smiles, squeezing your thigh then getting up, heading to the bathroom.

“leave the door open…” you call out hoarsely.

“yes ma’am” he nods and opens the door all the way, undressing then getting into the shower.

you watch the tv as you wait for him to finish showering. he always takes long showers when he gets back home after being away. you find it cute, it’s like his version of your everything showers you take.

he gets out and puts a pair of boxers on before getting into bed with you. you feel the heat of his body and pull away.

“what was that for? i thought you missed me, bunny…” he pouts dramatically and drops his head on the pillow.

“you’re too warm… can you like… get the fan or something…?” you mumble, frowning as you try to piece together a simple sentence, which is proving very difficult at the moment.

“course…” he gets up and grabs the fan that was stored in the closet. he sets it up on rotation and then gets back into bed, pulling you into him.

“thanks…” you mumble and melt into his firm embrace, he rubs up and down your back.

“why you got your boobies out?” he chuckles and you roll your eyes.

“i got too hot… don’t laugh at me. you have your boobies out too…” you smile slightly and giggle.

“true…” he hums and starts to lightly scratch your bare back.

you’re quickly soothed to sleep by his soft touch and he is soon to follow. content that you’re safe and happy, the exhaustion catches up and he’s knocked out in no time.

-

[shroompette]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

masterlist • pt2

[xoxomingi]

simon riley x bunny!reader

summary: you won’t stop talking, so simon shuts you up his way.

warnings: explicit sexual content, language, oral (m receiving). wc: 1.1k

you’d been all over him since he walked through the door.

it started the second he dropped his duffel bag on the floor—barely inside the house before you were leaping into his arms like a kid, wrapping your legs around his waist and clinging to him like velcro.

he grunted softly. didn’t stumble. just caught you and held you there, arms flexing around your waist like it was muscle memory. like he never forgot what you felt like.

you didn’t stop touching him.

you cupped his face like you were making sure it was real. you ran your fingers over his scruff. brushed your nose against his. giggled as you kissed every part of his face—messy, wet, fast—like you had a list and couldn’t skip one.

and then you just stared at him. wide eyes. lips parted. breathing like you’d been running.

“wait.”

he raised a brow.

“wait.”

you just kept blinking.

he shifted you higher in his arms. “what is it, bunny.”

your voice cracked like you were on the verge of tears. “you’re home.”

he gave you the flattest look. “…yeah.”

“no no—like home-home. in my house. in my arms. breathing my air.”

he opened his mouth.

“wait no—our air. ‘cause it’s our house. you live here. you’re back. oh my god.”

he didn’t say anything. just sighed, still holding you like it was nothing.

you gasped. “do you think the plants missed you?”

“what?”

“you’re home,” you whispered again, dramatically resting your forehead on his shoulder. “i can die happy now.”

you didn’t stop talking for hours.

you followed him around like a lost duck, glued to his side, chattering nonstop—half teasing, half actually curious about the stuff he never told you about his missions.

“do you guys have to do like 100 pushups every morning or was that just a tv lie?”

“how do you shower when you’re in the woods? or do you just smell bad all month?”

“have you ever worn night vision goggles and accidentally walked into a tree? be honest, simon.”

“do they give you a medal every time you jump out of a plane? i feel like that deserves a medal.”

he ignored most of them. occasionally looked at you like he wanted to put a pillow over your face, but never actually told you to stop.

you climbed into his lap the second he sat down.

tried to feed him chips while you asked if his lieutenant was “actually mean or just scary-looking.”

traced his tattoos. tugged at his dog tags. poked his cheek when he didn’t answer fast enough.

“do you guys wrestle to see who’s in charge?”

“did anyone snore so bad you threw something at them?”

“what if i joined the military—do you think i’d make it through training or would i cry immediately?”

he raised a brow at that one. “you’d cry.”

you gasped. “rude.”

he just stared.

“…you’re right but still.”

you kept poking at him, straddling his lap now with your cheek on his shoulder, legs swinging. the hearts on your socks bounced every time you kicked your feet.

“do you think your boots missed you? they looked lonely in the closet.”

he said nothing.

“what if i glue them to the floor so you never leave again?”

his eyes cut to you. “what if i gag you.”

you froze. blinked. grinned wide.

“okay, rude, but kinda hot.”

then you started bouncing.

not on purpose—but your legs were still swinging, your ass shifting in his lap with every giggle, and you were still talking.

“do you think your lieutenant makes you do pushups just to mess with you?”

bounce.

“do you guys have like secret codewords or do you just grunt at each other?”

bounce.

“wait—what’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever—”

his hand snapped out and grabbed your jaw.

you gasped, eyes wide.

“get on your knees.”

“simon—”

“now, lovie.”

you scrambled off his lap so fast you nearly tripped, sliding down onto the floor between his legs with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, heart hammering.

he leaned back on the couch. legs spread. thick thighs relaxed. arms resting over the back cushions like he was settling in.

“open.”

you obeyed. lips parting slowly, tongue sliding out just a little.

he gave a low, dark sound — part growl, part promise.

“knew you’d shut up eventually.”

you whimpered.

he undid his belt. pushed his pants low, just enough. his cock thick and heavy, already rock hard from your voice all day, your hands on him, your thighs in his lap.

without warning, he shoved himself deep into your mouth, taking control like he’d been starving for this. his hand tangled fiercely in your hair, holding you steady while he fucked your mouth with slow, powerful thrusts.

you gagged, choking around him, tears prickling at your eyes — but his grip was relentless, commanding.

he leaned forward, voice rough and low.

“keep that mouth busy, bunny. no more questions.”

your jaw stretched painfully wide, saliva slick and pooling as you took him deeper, hands gripping his thighs, muffled moans escaping around him.

his hips stuttered, his breath hitching.

“good girl…”

he tightened his grip, thrusting harder, faster, making sure you couldn’t speak a word.

when he started to come, he held you still, pouring himself deep into your throat as you swallowed every drop, your eyes fluttering shut.

finally pulling out, he panted hard, face flushed.

“open.”

you obeyed, tongue out, mouth empty but glossy.

he inspected, thumb brushing your lips possessively.

“perfect.”

before you could say anything, he grabbed your hips and hauled you up onto his lap, heavy breath ghosting over your skin.

then he kissed you — hard, sloppy, desperate — like he hadn’t tasted you in years.

when he pulled back, his voice was low, thick with need.

“five minutes to rest that mouth, lovie… then i’m bending you over the couch.”

your breath hitched.

he smirked darkly.

“and if you so much as breathe another question… i’ll gag you with your own panties.”