#all pinned up against the corner.. a little bunny with no where to go

[woahjo]

i see ur in a mood tonight .. how would tendou behave if u returned the same energy out of nowhere one day ….

perceiving my patterns... are we?

mmm i imagine this texting scenario particularly in a universe where reader and satori are friends and haven't fucked yet, but there's so much tension that it literally hurts. if reader sent this text to satori, he'd probably (FIRST OF ALL) fuck his fist. sorry, he would and he'd edge himself doing it too. yeah, but he'd let you have your little victory i think, even if he wants to crack so bad. the tease is part of the fun.

next day though, he comes up behind you and corrals you against the table you're standing in front of in the library of your university, tucked away in a quiet little corner. leans in close by your ear and places his hands on either side of you.

"you're such a tease," he states quietly, letting his breath hit the shell of your ear.

you startle, but don't turn to look at him.

"can't take what you dish out?"

he laughs a little and you feel the brush of his forehead against your shoulder as he drops it.

"when i do it, it's cute," he says. "when you do it, it's provoking."

you turn around to look at him, half insulted and half wet at the insinuation. you don't know why you do it. maybe it's because when you turn around, he's an inch from your face, or maybe it's the lopsided and cat-like nature of his grin, like a wolf about to catch the rabbit it's been chasing, or those low-lidded eyes of his that don't falter when your gaze meets his, but when you turn to face him, you shy a away a little. you press your ass back against the table and he leans in over you, leering.

"what?" he grins, clearly amused. "getting shy?"

"stop fucking around," you say.

"i'm not," he leans in a little more. "never was. you haven't figured that out yet?"

[rottiens]

PREY┊RYOMEN SUKUNA

tags. (18+). read part one here (optional), fem reader (she/her), mutual pinning, childhood friends to lovers, modern au, primal play, marking (biting), unprotected sex, he cums inside, breeding kink, lowkey exhibitionism, praising, pet names (bunny, puppy, sweet girl, good girl), spit as lubricant, clit slapping, aftercare. — wc: 2.8K

In the darkness of the forest any sound in the distance is heard as Sukuna. Your mind plays tricks on you and turns the sound of your breathing into footsteps and the distant bustle of people into voices. 

Out of the corner of your eye you think you see a shadow moving around. Without leaving your hiding place you cling to the trunk of the gigantic tree and peek around the sides to check that no one is really there. 

You swallow saliva to eliminate the dryness that fear has caused but you find your mouth dry and your throat uncomfortably tight and, when you pay attention to your back, you realize that the world is silent for a brief moment to allow you to hear a branch breaking under the weight of a predator. 

Sukuna is nearby, he was running or walking behind you and was going to catch you if it weren't for the dry leaves that give him away. You flee from your hiding place like a slippery rabbit, being careless in your steps and alerting your pursuer to where you are headed, you run in a straight line, hitting branches and small bushes that cross your path. You no longer cared about being discreet, he is close and you need to put distance between you as fast as you can. 

As you move deeper into the large trees their canopies cover the sky more and more. You realize you are so far away from the city that you barely hear the festival which makes you feel uneasy and fearful.

You could give up and let him win, yet there is an insistence inside you that pinches you to keep running regardless of the discomfort of your non-running shoes.

"Do you want to keep running, little bunny?" you suddenly hear from behind a tree, you look in all directions in the gloom and your eyesight tires as you try to search for a body in the dim presence of light. 

Sukuna could be anywhere. 

"I can smell you, you know?" his deep voice is an echo in the abyss of darkness. So you cling to the tree, your nails digging into the wood trying to hold on to something tangible to help you stay in the present, to pay attention to your senses and focus. Though you didn't understand what he meant by what he had said. "I can smell you..." he repeats, closer this time and it's as if you feel his presence above you like a suffocating thick aura, you're frozen in that moment. "Your fear, your excitement. I'm going to find you and it's okay, you can admit you want me to catch you, I know you're anxious to know what will happen when I do..."

It was only a matter of time before he caught up with you, you knew it, you hear his voice closer and closer so your survival instincts lead you to the last logical reason for that moment: you have to climb the tree. 

"Why don't you be a good girl and come out? You're making it so easy for me."

You hear his words before you can feel him, blowing hot air on the back of your neck as his claws drag you away from the tree pulling at your waist. You scream trying to struggle against him but any tantrum you can muster becomes insignificant in his presence, his stronger arms cover yours and your kicking feet are suspended in the air and in one sudden movement you both fall to the ground.

Your body kisses the earth with little delicacy in a rumble, you don't feel the sting of the stones from the amount of adrenaline coursing through your blood as Sukuna continues to sink his weight on you. There are branches and leaves in your hair and caught in your clothes (now dirty with mud), after a while of struggling in vain you convince yourself that he really has you. Just like when you were children, just like when you struggled until you had no strength and Sukuna only teased you... he re-enacts the scene. 

Your hands are trapped painfully on your lower back as he pulls his body closer to you, his face lowered to your neck, his voice hoarse and broken from the chase mixed with adrenaline. 

"Gotcha," he teases. 

You swallow your pride and drop your face to the ground to rest, your cheek sinking thanks to the tiny stones and at the same time you are grateful for the coolness they bring which manages to soothe your burning a little. 

"What do you want?" You were referring to his prize. 

Sukuna's throat makes a sound you can only categorize as a growl. He almost sounds like an animal, while you close your eyes and enjoy the sting of his grip on your wrists. 

Sukuna struggles to be sincere or hold back, alternately squeezing and releasing your hands to release pressure, he swallows before responding. 

"I want to mark you. That's my prize." 

"Mark me?" You repeat the words, confused. Choosing to ignore what his words really denote. 

You are aware that this is not what you would do with any of your friends. By this point you would have stood up, you would have shaken the leaves out of your pants and laughed at the scream you gave when he caught you however this was not what you wanted, you needed to know what his limit was, what yours was. 

"I want to bite you. Mark my teeth into your skin, I want people to ask you about it and tell them what a sore loser you are." 

Sukuna snorts hotly at your neck, a puff of air exhaling self-control (which hangs by a thread). You force yourself not to thrust your hips into him and instead you give him your throat like the good loser you are. You tilt your neck sideways, showing him the soft skin to mark. 

"Tell me if I'm being too rough," Sukuna manages to mumble, before closing his eyes and sinking his teeth into the area in the middle of your shoulder and neck without wasting any time. 

You groan involuntarily at the sensation, he pushes his hips hard against you dragging your body a little under his weight. It's the first time you realize he is enjoying this as much as you are. 

It's at that point you wish you had your hands free to pull on his pink strands and push him into you.

"Harder," you ask as you realize he wasn't biting you, his mouth was hovering above your skin, showing you only the feel of his teeth. 

You swear you can hear him curse with the next growl that vibrates his vocal cords and without wasting any time he digs his teeth into you until it hurts, you gasp, being absolutely certain that it would leave a mark that would remain on your skin for about two, three more days. 

The area that has been bitten burns, you feel it throbbing under the tender kisses he gives your injured skin and it is as if he is trying to make it feel better. 

Your pants become uncomfortable, as does the posture of your hands which begin to feel ants scurrying around them and uncomfortable as your sticky panties sink annoyingly into your slit with every involuntary movement of your thighs or hips. 

His lips are soft with each new kiss, carrying butterflies in your stomach and a little lower each time you feel the piercing in his lip tingle on your skin. Sukuna occasionally uses his tongue in swirls until the burning sensation is less intense than the flares that seem to burn your skin. 

Sukuna pushes against you again, his erection restrained against the tight jeans feels annoying. I'd like to rip them into a thousand pieces, I'd like to rip your shirt into a thousand pieces, is all he thinks about— marking your collarbones and following the stroke across your breasts and tender nipples. 

Your bodies begin to rock against each other, at first it could be interpreted as him fixing the grip of your wrists on your back but soon the friction doesn't feel so innocent. Sukuna is increasingly rubbing harder and harder, a little more needy while you on the other hand find yourself playing along by raising your hips in search of feeling something more.

However the pleasure is static, Sukuna realizes this will go nowhere when his cock starts to ache and frustration makes him moan. 

"I need to take you," Sukuna speaks, finally breaking the silence. 

"Do it." You reply almost immediately in a raspy voice, choking on another inhale. 

He seems to regain that confident, assured personality you seemed to have forgotten, very caught up in the moment. Sukuna chuckles. 

"Here? In the forest? Are you sure?" 

No, you weren't. You were in the middle of nowhere, darkness surrounding you from every corner not knowing who might be lurking from afar but if he didn't touch you you were sure you were going to explode and his heat, the hardness of his body pressing against yours, his defined abdomen sweaty, sticking to your back and the hardness of his cock in your ass were all that mattered now. 

"Yes," you say dryly, catching a moan between your teeth and lower lip.

"Ask me." 

"Take me. Fuck me, I— I couldn't be more sure." 

Sukuna doesn't make you beg anymore. He just needed to hear you be sure you wanted this as much as he did. 

Then he lets go of your hands finally which take a moment to realize they are free and that there is blood running in them again to bring them to each side of your trembling body. His languid fingers are on the button of your pants pulling it halfway down along with your panties and almost immediately you feel his fingers plunge into the wetness of your pussy. 

You both moan in unison. Three of his fingers explore the expanse of your folds up and down as you raise your hips to give him more access to your core and your face gets a little more lost inside the stones that now feel almost non-existent, any pain is overtaken by pleasure. 

His rough fingers stumble over your clit and play with it for a while, back and forth and up and down with a flat hand until your arousal spills down your thighs and makes a mess that manages to be heard like a wet echo in the abyss of silence. 

"Can you hear that?" Sukuna asks lewdly, more to himself really. With his free hand he spreads your ass cheek apart to get a better view of the poor sight the moon was giving him of your pussy. "Hm?" He again insists and not content with the amount of lubrication naturally produced by your body, he spits directly into your pussy taking you by surprise. "I'm going to put them inside..." he warns you, almost without giving you time to process his words, two fingers find themselves forcing their way inside you, scissoring inside your tight hole until you feel it relax enough to take a third. "Fuck. You're so tight."

You wanted to reproach him that it was because his fingers were too thick and maybe it was because he was fucking you with three of them but the words were cut into little pieces as you felt your orgasm hit you without warning. 

Your body jerks under his expert touch as his fingers continue to massage you through the waves of pleasure and his free hand pampers your back up and down. 

You moan as you feel his fingers leave you, your painfully empty and sensitive pussy waits patiently as Sukuna undoes his belt and jeans down to his thighs. You hear him unzip and fix his posture behind your back. You were ready, waiting with your heart beating fast for him when he takes your hand and pulls it behind you in his direction, you stutter his name. 

"Put it in." Sukuna commands. You say his name again, each syllable melting in your parched throat. Each time you call his name it seems as if a stream of pleasure hits your clit. Your fingers curl around the shaft and immediately you feel it throbbing. At that moment you hate being in the dark because you want to see him, to see his expression, to see his cock slowly slide into you and stretch you. "Put my cock in, sweet girl. There you go," he praises you sweetly, a contrast to the person he was a couple of minutes ago.

The fat head stretches your hole tentatively as Sukuna spits a second time. With another thrust from you and with the help of your hips moving back he slides easily and slowly into you, allowing you to appreciate every inch until Sukuna bottoms out and you let him go to fix your posture on the bed of rocks and leave him while he begins to pound you. 

His hips are heavy every time he thrusts inside you, pounding your ass intensely as his fingers aimlessly snake up your thighs until he reaches your plump and sensitive clit, Sukuna nips it between his knuckles then slaps it a couple of times laughing when he hears you moan and finally stimulating it in circles. 

Sukuna crawls along the length of your back to press his body to yours, his mouth is on top of his bite where he leaves a kiss before murmuring in your ear, "Can I cum inside?" your body responds physically, your swollen nipples inside your t-shirt ache, your pussy squeezes around his heavy dick. "Are you going to let me mark this pussy too? As part of my prize, hm?" You stammer an intelligible reply to what he grumpily responds by patting your tender clit to get your attention. "Focus. You want my cum in your pussy? You want me to breed you? But you have to be a good girl and take every last drop... It's a yes or no question, puppy. Use your words." 

"Yes, please! Yes." 

How could you tell him that was all you could think about? That it was all you could think about since you realized you were in love with him? Even though you didn't have to say it now, Sukuna knew. So your few words were enough to make him understand that you needed this as much as he did. So within a few more thrusts you feel him jerking inside you, choking his grunts into your neck as he massages your clit helping you climax soon after. 

Breathless and gasping for air, his cum sliding out of you, he lets himself fall beside you though he regrets it when the stones hurt his back and he whimpers, you laugh and he helps you closer to him, squeezing you to his body as if he never wants to let go. 

As you breathe in silence his heart stops being a violent drum to return to a quiet melody, similar to yours which unlike him is still somewhat unrestrained thanks to his gentle touch on your forearm and back and sudden kisses on your hairline that carry tickles all over your back. 

With the sky above your heads showing you a million stars that look like polka dots, with the cool breeze biting your skin, making you shiver every now and then against his body— your eyelids start to give way from his constant pampering. 

"I like you," Sukuna admits, interrupting the silence, his confession laden with raw sincerity, and though his words come with his trademark calmness and assurance, his heartbeat says something different. "This... it wasn't just about fucking you," he adds. 

"I like you too. I thought it was obvious," you confess a little sheepishly. Ironic, after the events that recently transpired. Although it was always harder to bare your soul than to bare your body. 

"I mean, it was but I was also afraid I was imagining things," with a low chuckle, sukuna pulls you closer to his body. 

You lean in to look at him, for a moment he purposely ignores you until he decides to return your gaze and silently cup your cheeks. His fingers push your skin until your lips stand out in an exaggerated pout and he moves in to leave a quick kiss which you catch and deepen, tasting his lips for the first time, melting at the sensations of having him suck and bite your bottom lip. 

"Do you want to go back to the festival?" Sukuna asks, in a somewhat sleepy voice. 

"Let's go back to my place."

[mangostarjam]

study break — kaiju no. 8, hoshina soshiro x reader, established relationship, it's just fluff, "love" as a pet name, 700ish words

for 🧸 anon

"Soshiroooooo."

Hoshina Soshiro pauses at the door, but you only bury your head further into your arms resting on your desk. He comes closer and sets a small plate of sliced apples by your elbow, where there's still some space. Papers are crumpled everywhere, haphazardly, books pinned open with whatever was at hand at the time — a half eaten bag of strawberry matcha kitkats, Soshiro's nearly empty coffee mug from this morning, your pencil case with highlighters spilling out —

"Soshirooo, save me," you whine, interrupting his mental catalogue of your desk. The soft glow of your lamp washes over both of you as he leans closer. "I don't know how to read anymore."

Soshiro laughs and slides his calloused hands along your shoulders, slipping them beneath the thin straps of your tank top. And then — there's no other word for it — you melt as he begins massaging the stiffness from your muscles. "My poor lil love," he says fondly. "That sounds pretty bad."

You tilt your head to look at him and pout. Even with dark circles beneath your eyes, you're criminally cute, and Soshiro has to resist the urge to pinch your ear. "How am I gonna take these tests if I can't read, Soshiro?"

"You're a smart one," Soshiro digs his thumbs into your shoulders and you groan. The corner of his lips lift in a lopsided smile. "You'll figure it out."

"I'm gonna fail," you sigh. You reach for his hand to press a soft kiss to his palm and his heart does a funny little skip. "Will you still love me if I'm illiterate?"

"I'd love ya to the end of the world," Soshiro says easily. You press his palm against your cheek and your elbow bumps into the plate he brought in.

"What's this?" you dislodge his hands as you sit up to grab the plate. "Did you really cut them into little bunnies? This is so cute!"

"Only the best for you," he says, stealing a slice and popping it into his mouth. The fruit is crunchy and sweet, its juice flooding his tongue as you copy him and hum with pleasure.

"I should take a pic and send this to your friends!"

"Please don't," Soshiro snorts. "You're gonna ruin my rep."

"But they deserve to know how amazing you are," you say seriously. You turn your seat so you're facing him properly, hooking your legs behind his ankles so he's standing as close to you as possible while you're still sitting in a chair. "Soshiro, these apple bunnies are a work of art! They belong in the — mmph!"

Soshiro sticks another apple slice in your mouth and holds it there as you chomp down on it, shooting him a halfhearted glare for interrupting your passionate speech. You look cute with your cheek all puffed up with chewing, but he knows better than to mention it now. "If ya learn how to read again, maybe I'll teach ya how to cut 'em like that."

You finish the apple and shake your head adamantly, still chewing. He waits patiently as you swallow, cupping your cheeks with both hands when you're done and squishing your lips together as you laugh. Your smile is so wide he feels like he's got the world in his hands.

"I only want apple bunnies from you."

"Alright, if ya finish your study session early tonight, I'll give ya a kiss."

You frown beseechingly and your hands come up to play with the hem of his loose sleep shirt. "But I've got a billion more pages to go!"

"Sleep's part of the job, too," he flicks your forehead lightly and chuckles when you pout. "The rest of it'll still be here tomorrow."

"Alright," you sigh, though you show zero signs of letting him go, "I'll remember this when you're the one staying up too late working."

"Is my reward gonna be the same?" Soshiro asks. You giggle.

"With your work ethic I think I'll need to come up with something bigger to pull you away from your desk," you tug on his shirt and he snorts. Your smile softens. "Thanks for the snack, love."

That's just unfair. He sighs, smirking to himself when you tilt your head in confusion. "This doesn't count," he mutters, leaning down to give you a slow, sweet kiss. You sigh into his mouth and he huffs in exasperation, pulling away reluctantly.

"Is it bedtime already?" you ask teasingly. Soshiro pinches your ear lightly.

"Shut up and eat your apples."

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: A friendly reminder: Don’t challenge your two large dog hybrid boyfriends Pairing: Alaskan Malamute!Ming x fem Netherlands Dwarf Rabbit!reader x Bernese Mountain Dog!Yunho Tropes: poly au, hybrid au, abo au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: abo dynamics, hybrids, polyamory Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, knots, predator-prey play, dirty talk, pet names, nipple play, spontaneous female orgasm Word Count: 1,154 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Note: part of the Mr. Wolf universe Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Paranoia by Kang Daniel

“It’s not like you guys could outrun me anyway.” You poke at your boyfriends, “I’m a bunny. Don’t they outrun dogs all the time?”

Mingi growls lowly, “Watch your tongue, cottontail.”

“Wanna test that theory, bun?” Yunho adds.

A shiver runs down your spine. Yunho’s eyes are dark as he stares at you. Something in the air has shifted. His typically smooth pine scent sharpens, and the undertones of dark chocolate become more present. Even though your eyes are fixated on Yunho, you can still smell Mingi. Your nose twitches as Yunho’s scent mingles with Mingi’s spruce and winter air scent. You glance at the hallway and debate your best course of action. Either you could stay here like a bunny trapped in the corner by big scary wolves, or you could find a hole, bolt down the hall, and make a game out of it. 

The second option seems far more appealing. You turn your small upright ears to the side, listening to where Mingi is on your left. He isn’t moving, but you know his eyes are fixed on you. Yunho is directly in front of you, and he’s not budging any time soon. The space just to your right is wide open. If you move at the right time, you could easily make it down the hall and into your bedroom. Yunho’s eyes shift to Mingi for a moment. That’s the opportunity you needed. You bolt. You make it about halfway down the hall before you find yourself thrown over Yunho’s shoulder. In hindsight, you should’ve known better. Both your mates are dog hybrids, hunting dog hybrids at that. Mingi walks up to where you and Yunho stand in the hallway. One moment, your eyes are on the ground, Yunho’s fluffy dark brown tail also in your field of view. The next, you see Mingi. His finger is under your chin, making you look at him. He’s bent over slightly so as not to strain your neck too much.

“You wanted to play chase so bad. Let’s see how well our pretty little prey can handle the consequences.” He hums, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Again, I can outlast both of you. We all know bunnies last far longer than any dog can in bed.”

Yunho tugs your tail, making you squeak, “Let’s see if you’re still saying that when you’re hanging off our knots.”

Mingi finally moves his hand from under your chin and steps around Yunho to walk ahead of both of you into the bedroom. His spruce scent follows him in a waft of air. It makes your head spin with need. Your own scent must’ve sweetened because Yunho’s fingertips dig into the flesh of your thigh before following the other dog hybrid into your bedroom. You don’t even get a moment to process what’s happening before Yunho is throwing you onto your bed and quite literally ripping your clothes off your body. Mingi pulls you into his lap, his fluffy white and grey ears poking up out of his blonde and red messy hair. Your bare pussy against his joggers feels like both heaven and hell at the same time. You immediately start to grind against him. A low growl from him stops your motions. Instantly, you bare your neck to him, ears pinned back against your head.

“That’s a good little bunny. Listen to your alpha.” He smirks.

“M-mingi, please?” You whine.

“Please, what?” He teases, teeth gently grazing against your mating gland.

You whimper at the feeling of his sharp canines against the sensitive skin, “Need you inside me so bad.”

Your fluffy tail wiggles a bit in anticipation. Just as you think Mingi is going to sink his teeth into you. Your other mate, who has been relatively quiet since ripping your clothing off, pulls you from his lap. You’re sitting back against Yunho’s bare body. You can feel his hard member pressed against your back just beside your tail. Yunho lifts your body as if you weigh nothing and guides you to sit down on his cock. A loud moan escapes your lips as he starts to move you to bounce on his cock.

“That’s a good little bunny. So good for your alphas, aren’t you?”

You nod, “Feels so good!”

Yunho chuckles against the shell of your ear, “And to think, you were talking so big about how a little prey hybrid like you could outrun and out fuck us. You’re leaking slick, bun. You’re such a fucking mess.”

“Yun– alpha! Fuck!” You moan loudly.

Mingi stalks closer to you and smirks, his sharp, pearly white canines on display as he does so. He drops his head in front of your chest before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You squirm and whimper at the feeling of Yunho fucking you, combined with Mingi’s tongue swirling around the hard bud. His hand moves to stimulate your other nipple. You can’t help but bury your hands in his messy, dual-colored hair. The moment you do, he uses his free hand to grasp your wrist in one hand. You’re rendered completely helpless. Yunho’s knot starting to bump against your leaking entrance makes your mind completely blank. 

“You gonna cum on Yunho’s cock, cottontail?” Mingi teases, his sharp teeth teasingly nipping at your nipple.

“Feels so–” You cut yourself off in a broken moan.

“So what, bun? You already that fucked out that you can’t explain yourself?” Yunho teases further.

You can’t hold back your orgasm anymore. Your body shakes, and your pussy convulses. As you ride out your high, Yunho pushes his knot into you. The feeling of him finally popping it in sends you into a second, much more unexpected orgasm. You feel tears start to roll down your cheeks at the intense feeling. Mingi’s teeth still tease your nipples as you come down from your high. Although Mingi didn’t get to knot you at the same time as Yunho, the cum on both his thighs and yours is evidence enough that he came at some point during your back-to-back orgasms. Mingi finally moves away from your sensitive chest and places kisses against your mating gland. You positively melt at the feeling. A moment later, Mingi’s lips are gone from your neck, and although you can’t see it, you can still hear him kissing. He kisses Yunho’s mating gland as well, and the other alpha growls at him half playfully. The sound of the growl has you whimpering and grinding against his knot.

“You’re fucking insatiable, bun. Is our pretty little prey hybrid desperate still?” Yunho tsks.

“Please?”

“Maybe I should give attention to that cute little clit of yours while you’re stuck on Yunho’s knot.” Mingi suggests a condescending hint to his tone.

You clench around Yunho’s cock.

“I think our little cottontail likes that idea.”

“I really really do.” You admit.

Mingi smirks, “I best get to work then.”

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IT'S YOU- CHOI SAN pt.2 (MDNI)

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click here for Part-1

SMUT AHEAD, MINORS DO NOT INETRACT

Wc: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut, Protected sex, Frequent use of word 'kitten', reader is referred to as kitten, oral sex (both receiving), use of word slut, safe word mentioned (but never used) , ice play. chocolate syrup play That's all i can think of.

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"Kitten you are merely 4 to 5 cam taller, doesn't meant that i can't lift you up, bend you over and fuck you senseless"

My breath hitched with his words, and our faces were so near that I could feel his hot breath on my skin. San's hands slid aimlessly across my body before kissing me back.

I sank into a powerful forceful kiss, while one of his hands cupped my breasts and gave them a little squeeze, causing me to gasp. San seized the opportunity, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and massaging my palate while I let out soft muffled groans.

"You have no idea, how much i wanted this, I had to control the urge to tear your clothes and fuck your pretty cunt and cum on your tits whenever you walked around without wearing bra or underwear, more so when i felt your tits and body rub against me when you are trying get something from cabinet " he whispered, licking my earlobe which made me arch my body off the wall, pressing against him, seeking pleasure involuntarily.

"San, I always got off thinking about you" I throw my hands behind his neck and grind myself on his thigh, which is wedged between my thighs, kneeing my aching core.

"I know, Sweetheart, you always got off on the washroom in the game room after making sure i put my headphones on. I pretended as if i didn't hear you calling my name to check otherwise" He said, as he scooped me up in bridal style, taking me to the game room and plopping me onto the bed we had at one of the corners of the room.

San said, trailing kisses from my ankle to my inner thighs. My skin feels like it's on fire where he touches it; I slip my hands into his hair and gently tug it, eliciting a hum from him.

"Let's make one of your fantasies come true, hm?" He got out of bed after giving my lips a short kiss and returned with a glass of ice and chocolate syrup.

"Your safe word is Red, got it kitten?"

Just as I was going to nod, San tore my Bunny suit in half, grabbing onto my tits and sucking them forcefully, the other hand making contact with my dripping cunt. The unexpected sensation ripped a loud groan from me, my hands locking onto his hair and driving him into my breasts.

"San-fuck, too rough"

"you wanted this, didn't you?, Kitten no need to play dumb, I read through your idea book lying on the desk, you wanted me to rip your clothes off and go hard on you didn't you? wanted me to pour chocolate syrup all over your body and lick you up while pressing ice against your throbbing swollen cunt?"

I tried to cover my face with the pillow, but San was too quick. He took the pillow out of my hands and pinned them over my head, taking the bottle of chocolate syrup in the other. I felt the blood surge into my face.

"Be a good slut and let me play with you as i want" My collar bone was sharply bit, and then I felt kitten licks as he dropped syrup across my tits, stomach, and cunt. The unexpected sticky feeling made me wetter.

Whimpers and groans of need filled the room as San slowly and languidly reached the area where I most wanted him—my tits and stomach—to lap up the syrup. I jerked my hips into him after he blew on my swollen pussy, which earned me a slap right to my cunt, before letting go of my hands and pinning my hips.

"Stay still, Kitten, unless you don't want to cum"

San placed a block of ice in his mouth and kissed me open-mouthed, passing me the cube and gently poking one of his fingers into my entrance. He returned the ice block to my cunt, lips latching onto my swollen clit.

"San! ~ngh Fuck! "So good!" I gripped the covers as his icy lips and ice touched my sensitive clit, and he inserted two more fingers into my hot cunt.

He sucked up the syrup that was pouring down my puffy cunt. He took his fingers out of my hole and watched it clench around nothing.

"Such a pretty pussy, can't wait to fuck it, till it can take only me" San growled quietly and licked a long stripe after spreading the folds open, before pushing his tongue into my heat.

"Feels so fucking good, Fuck, this is better than what i imagined" I say as i grip his shoulders, my legs were kept open and pinned to the bed by his strong arms. I can only let out pathetic moans and whimpers as i felt my high hit me

"Sannie~ 'm gonn-" the knot in my stomach snapped before warning him, coming down the high with a loud whine, cumming hard on his tongue. He lapped up everything before raising his head to look into my eyes.

"You taste so delicious, now get to the corner of the bed, lie on your back, and hang your head off the bed," he ordered, tapping my thighs. I quickly obeyed his directions and laid down as he instructed. San stood in the corner, facing my head, as he removed his sweatpants and underwear, his hard massive cock hitting his abdomen. He snarled at the abrupt exposure to cold air and seized this cock in one hand, pumping it a few times while the other grabbed my jaw and pried it apart. He slipped his cock in.

"Suck it like the good slutty Kitten you are"

Tears streamed down my lust-filled eyes as his massive cock pressed deep into my throat, pressing on my delicate palate. I traced the vein with my tongue as he mercilessly pounded my throat, his hands playing with my sensitive buds.

"Your throat feels so tight and good around my cock, gonna come in your mouth and on your tits yeah?" San struggled to speak, and low groans escaped his mouth; my moans, blocked by the blowjob, sent vibrations as his head fell back and came down my throat; the sensation caused me to cum unexpectedly as he pulled his cock out and gave it another few pumps to get the remaining cum onto my breasts, noticing that I, too, had cum.

"Does kitten like getting throat fucked that much?"

He said as he crawled on top of me, quickly slipping on a condom, his cock prodding my sensitive, overstimulated entrance, thrusting the entire length into my cunt in one hard thrust, making me let out a loud moan that could easily be mistaken for a scream, gripped hard on his shoulders, bruising the skin, legs tightly wrapped around his small waist

"Fuck, you are so big~so full" I say as I give him an open mouthed kiss while he thrusts his hips at an incredible pace.

"Relax kitten, you are clenching down my dick so hard, does it feel that good? You feel good too, perfect, just for me to fuck"

San filpped me over, my head pressed against mattress while im on my knees, his hands gripped my hips hard, leaving marks as he drilled into my swollen puffy cunt without mercy

"San!" I scream his name over and over again as i try to warn him that i am yet again close to climax, but am unable to do so due to the sweet stretch contrasting his rough pounding.

"Gonn cum? Im gonn cum too kitten, now be good and cream my cock yeah?" he whispered my ear lobe while playing with my breasts and pressing down the visible bulge on my lower abdomen everytime he thrusts.

he knot in my stomach snaps as I let out a final whimper, arching my back before my legs give out, and San, too, has cum. After our orgasms, we slumped onto the bed, San right next me, hugging my head close to his chest and petting it.

"Remember that one time when i was so scared to jump into the pool but you held me close and jumped together? That's when i fell in love with you, what mattered was you, not your height or any physical attribute" San confessed, his hands running through my hair, as i patted his back.

"I felt in love with you when you fought a dog which was about to bite me and got yourself bitten and said that you'd marry me to protect me from dogs forever" I rise my head head to look at him, only to find him looking at me too, both of us laughing together and eventually falling asleep in each others' warm embrace.

"Being roommates is not a problem anymore"

Time Skip- the next morning

"Yo Dude, where the fuck are my socks, and why is one of the sock yours and one mine?" I shout as San and i are running late to the morning class

"Calm down, Kitten, here you go" He replied, giving me a gentle peck before hurrying.

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[m-jelly]

Another thing that popped into my mind. PE teacher Levi x art teacher reader (you can pick a different subject if you dont like the art one).

I can see that Levi is the tough PE teacher at school and known for being strict. but when students start to notice that Levi is soft around reader, the new teacher that joined the school. Also, they found out they are dating they are shocked and also ship it. Maybe like a bonus scene where levi and reader are about to kiss but got caught by a few students secretly watching them?

@kenkopanda-art <3

The wonders of teachers in love.

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, romance, teachers, falling in love, secret romance, students shipping teachers, fluff.

Students at Paradis High School/Secondary School adore their PE teacher, Levi, he is someone they can talk to and confide in but he can be strict in lessons. When a new teacher arrives to teach art, the students start to notice a change in their PE teacher and they're curious.

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@li-anne @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity

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@searriously

Annie started at Levi as he talked to Connie. "Armin."

Armin stretched a little. "Yeah?"

"He's changed."

Armin frowned a bit. "Who?"

She nodded to Levi. "Mr Ackerman. He seems...softer...I liked him as a strict teacher. He is still great, but he's softer."

Armin watched Levi talk to Connie for a bit before sending him on his way. "You're right. He's changed since our new art teacher arrived."

"You're right."

Sasha slid up to the pair. "I think they're dating."

Annie hummed. "I don't know."

Armin tilted his head in thought. "I think they might be."

She turned away from watching. "I'm bored of watching him. Let's carry on the lesson."

After their lesson, Levi gave them kind parting words they went to their art lesson. A buzz was in the air as soon as they saw you. The lesson was fun and creative where they could make all sorts of things. As soon as the lesson ended and they started to leave they noticed Levi was waiting outside.

Levi looked down at the kids as they stared at him. "What?"

Jean gulped hard. "Are you here to see Miss?"

"Yes."

Historia gasped. "Really?"

He saw the sparkle in their eyes. "Yes. Teachers do talk with each other, you know."

Mikasa pushed Eren. "Eren, move."

Eren shifted. "Yeah, we should go."

Levi watched all the kids leave before slipping into your classroom. He closed the door and thought all the kids had gone, but he didn't know they were watching. "Bunny."

Sasha gasped before whispering. "See, I told you they are dating."

All of them peeked through the window and watched Levi smile at you, you started giggling and lightly touching Levi's cheek. Next thing they knew, the two of you were cuddling. They could tell the hug was not one friend's do because both of you had one hand on the other's lower back and lightly touched the other's bum.

"Hey." All of them panicked and looked at their friend Reiner. "What are you all doing?"

Flustered and embarrassed they were caught, all of them scattered from the door and parted ways. It was clear now you and Levi were an item. Levi had swooped in as soon as you joined as a teacher. Some of the guys were bummed out because of a little school crush, but they knew they never had a chance.

Eren was probably bothered the most. He respected and liked Levi as a teacher and role model, but he also had a crush on you so seeing his role model tale you romantically made him think. It made him think so much that when he went to the toilet during lessons he was just wandering the hall deep in thought.

As soon as Eren rounded the corner he came to a stop. Before Eren's eyes, Levi pinned you against the lockers making you giggle. Eren watched as Levi tilted his head a bit and moved closer to kiss you and you were leaning in as well. Right as you were about to kiss each other, an audible gasp came from someone.

Eren went bright red as Levi and you stared towards him, but it seemed the person of interest was behind him. He turned to see Sasha. "Sasha?"

She pointed. "See, I told you they were dating!"

Levi pulled from you with a strong blush on his face. He walked over with you next to him. "Tch, oi you two. why are you in the halls?"

Eren blushed more. "T-Toilet."

Levi stopped in front of him. "Alright, be on your way then. What about you?"

Sasha grinned. "Toilet also. You're such a cute couple!"

You hummed a laugh. "Thank you, Sasha, but you should go to the bathroom. Hurry up or your teacher will think you raided the kitchen again."

"Y-Yes miss."

You waved as the kids ran off. You sighed before turning to Levi. "So, Mr horny, how about we keep our make-out sessions to elsewhere, hmm?"

Levi pulled you close. "There's a private spot in the gym."

You giggled. "Perfect."

[sister-lucifer]

“Here’s What’s Gonna Happen.”

[short no context size kink drabble]

[unnamed male x male reader]

[tw: no smut but very suggestive/NSFW, size difference, intimidation, shy/innocent reader, pet names, a bit of force but not physical, the unnamed male is kind of a creep tbh but I’M into it.]

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“Don’t look so scared, pretty boy,” he laughs, eyeing you up and down as you press your back into the wall. He resists the urge to run his tongue over his canines while you cower like a frightened bunny. 

He keeps his hands deep in the pockets of his open jacket, not wanting to make any sudden moves—at least not yet. He’s slouching on purpose as well, though it doesn’t really make that much of a difference when you can still tell that he could easily pick you up and run with you if he wanted, and the idea of your legs dangling uselessly in the air as he carries you off to god knows where makes the both of you shiver for different reasons. 

“I haven’t hurt you yet, have I, angel?” he says, letting the words come out slow as he takes the smallest step closer. You hesitantly shake your head. The way you look up at him through your lashes with those big, frightened doe eyes make him wanna jump you right here. You’re trembling now, and when he notices he can feel his cock twitch in his pants. 

You open your mouth to say something, but you don’t even get to stammer out a syllable before he cuts you off. 

“Shh, baby…’s okay. I just wanna, ah…get to know you better. You’re just so cute, can’t leave you all alone…” 

He steps a bit closer, and he doesn’t miss the way you gulp nervously. You barely come up to his chest, and his shadow is swallowing you whole now. The little whimper you involuntarily let out makes his stomach flip with excitement. 

“So damn precious,” he mumbles. His eyes don’t leave your face. 

He pulls one hand from his pocket slowly, biting back a smirk as he watches you tense, and then deflate with relief when you see his hand is empty. He brings it up to your face, relishing the way you flinch back despite having nowhere to go. 

The better part, though, is when you feel how gentle his touch is. 

Clearly you were expecting him to hit or grab you, something rough and forceful; instead, his fingers lazily brush over your cheek, and then his palm cradles your face. His hand feels huge against your head, and it’s warm and strong. 

He can’t stop himself from smiling at the way your demeanor changes. 

You instinctively lean into his touch ever so slightly, your lips pursed just a tiny bit. You’re not pouting per se, but it’s clear to him that your shy nature is battling with your need for affection. He imagines you as a kicked dog, begrudgingly wagging its tail for a good scratch behind the ears. 

He looks around for just a moment to double check that no one is around. When he’s confirmed that you’re alone, he leans down to your height to talk lowly in your ear. He doesn’t stop cradling your face. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he says, without any room for protest, “you’re gonna get in my truck. We’re gonna stop at the corner store. I’m gonna buy some smokes, maybe some booze, and whatever you want. Then you’re gonna go back to mine with me. Sound good?” 

He’s not really asking, that much is obvious. 

He stands back up, looking down at you once more as he awaits your answer. 

His grin nearly splits his face when you bite down hard on your bottom lip and nod. 

“That’s the right answer, pretty boy.”

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All for one, and one for all

AN: Day Eleven is here and it's time to visit the world of Conclave. I recommend you familiarise yourself with at least the first installment of that series before reading this one.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Grouping: Steve x Bucky x Reader x Sam

CW: Triple Penetration, aftercare, explicit sexual content, Dub-con

Word Count: 1.6k

For all the time the men had had sex with you over the past few months, even when all three of them came to your room, at least one was a watcher at any given point. But you should have known this was coming, this ‘lulling you into a false sense of security’, especially after Sam had claimed your ass. Because that had led to Bucky doing the same a few nights later, and then Steve some nights after that. 

God, just the thought of that still made you moan. 

You had to keep reminding yourself that you weren’t here of your free will, that the three former hero’s had kidnapped you off the street to become the fourth corner of their little polycule. But with each passing day, with each mind-blowing orgasm, it was getting harder and harder to remain defiant and closed off. This was the safest and most comfortable you’d been in the past two years. Well-fed, clean, and dare you say it, cared for.

Was it really that big of a thing to trade your freedom for those things? Especially when freedom could easily lead to death?

The door to your room opened and the three of them walked in, naked and hard. Steve was in the lead as usual, followed by Sam, his signature smirk on his face, and then the normal stoic Bucky. 

You closed the book you’d been half-heartedly reading, and rose from the bed, your robe (this one a pale blue) swishing around your body. Steve reached you in a few strides, cupping your face with one large hand.

“Hey, bunny.” You found the endearment sweet, almost loving now, not cruel and condescending like you had at first. You welcomed his kiss, opening your mouth at the first touch of his tongue. You registered the fact that he had loosened the tie in your robe, but you’d been expecting it anyway. 

The silky fabric was carefully stripped from your body by other hands, hands that started to caress your body, tweaking your nipples and skimming your stomach. Steve drew back from the kiss, and your chin was gently grasped and turned, captured in another kiss. Sam.

Lips trailed down your back (Bucky) and your front (Steve), hitting every erogenous zone you had, including ones you didn’t know about, even after all this time. Your arms wound around Sam’s neck for stability as he hooked your leg up over his arm, opening you up for the other two. You almost fell when you felt the twin onslaught of one mouth on your pussy and one on your asshole.

“Oh fuck!”

Sam sniggered into your neck as he continued to pepper kisses to your throat and shoulder, his free arm encircling your back and reaching around to play with your nipple. You keened when the two super-soldiers added a finger each alongside their tongues, testing you. Stretching you. Filling you.

You came. 

Shaking between them all like a butterfly pinned to a board, your arousal strong and rolling down your thighs where it escaped Steve’s mouth. As your legs continued to tremble Sam scooped you up.

“There we go, baby. A nice little warm-up for you. You’re gonna need it.”

Steve lay down on the bed, and as Sam gently deposited you down as well, you automatically straddled the blond. With his hands on your hips, you rose up, then sank down onto his massive length. He guided your movements, slow and steady, not enough to get you there, but enough to keep you on edge and needy, especially after that first orgasm. 

He smiled at you, knowingly, and you were confused for a moment until you felt the coldness of lube against your ass.

“Люблю эту задницу, зайчик. Собираюсь наполнить тебя так полно”

Bucky mumbled gruffly in your ear as you picked out the words ‘ass’, ‘bunny’ and ‘full’.

Oh shit!

You gasped as Bucky bent you over to be almost flush against Steve, and pressed his, now lubed, finger all the way into your tight channel.

After a few deep thrusts you felt the stretch of his second finger being added, and you groaned low in your throat.

“You're making a lotta noise, bunny. I bet Sam can help you with that.” Steve chuckled as he spoke, and you opened your eyes, that you hadn’t realised you’d even shut, to find Sam’s impressive cock bobbing in front of your face. 

Instinctively you opened your mouth and let him push in. You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, causing your body to tense around Steve’s cock and Bucky’s fingers. The former hissed in pleasure, as the latter let out an amused snort.

“Будет так хорошо, когда ты сожмешь наши член”

Steve was holding fairly still, but cupping your face, as Sam pushed back and forth through your lips, making you rock in time. You spluttered again as Sam thrust forwards at the same time that Bucky added a third finger to your stretched hole, and you willed your body to relax.

“Doing well, Bunny. Almost there. You’re gonna love it.” Steve’s praise always got to you, made you want to try harder to please him. 

When Bucky slowly removed his fingers, you rolled your eyes up, flitting between Steve and Sam’s faces. 

Sam added his hand to your face, fingers twining with Steve’s on your cheek. You were so taken by the tender moment that you were distracted from what was about to happen, until you felt Bucky come up close behind you and start to push in.

“Блять, вот так!”

Your eyes went wide and for a moment you panicked, but then Bucky had a hand down your front, where you and Steve were joined, and started to rub at your clit.

"Впусти меня, зайчик"

“She will Buck, give her a moment.” Steve chastised Bucky for his impatience, before turning his attention back to you. “Let her breathe, Sam.”  Sam pulled out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the pair of you as you gulped in air. He groped at your breasts, massaging them and tweaking at your nipples. All the extra stimulation made you gasp and roll your hips, which had the effect of letting Bucky all the way in.

The feeling was intense and you felt so incredibly full. The only noise you could let out was a whine, but that was cut short by Sam, easing back into your mouth. He and Steve still caressed your face, with Steve’s other hand on one of your hips. Bucky’s hand was on the other hip, and he still stroked over your clit. You were surrounded, covered, engulfed by the three men who were all at once your lovers and your jailors. Your salvation and your ruin.

The hands on your hips started moving you, forwards onto Steve and back onto Bucky, which also meant that your mouth moved up and down Sam’s cock as well. They touched you and caressed you, suprisingling caring and gentle.

“Я чувствую тебя, Стиви!”

“Feel you too, Buck.”

“God her mouth is heaven, as always. Come on, sweetheart, cum for us, yeah.”  Sam moaned and threw his head back. You tried to put more thought into how you were sucking him, but at this point you were just a living cocksleeve for the three of them, unable to do anything except experience what they were doing to you.

You burbled around the cock in your mouth as you came, eyes rolling back and shaking. Bucky followed you, thrusting raggedly into your ass and muttering in Russian as he filled you. Steve was next, the stimulation from Bucky so close to him pushing him over the edge. This left Sam, who was now given the opportunity to properly fuck your face.

“Fuck, baby. You look so good like this.Take it all. Take it fucking all.” 

You coughed as he came down your throat, trying to swallow rapidly, but his cum still spilled past your lips and down your chin. Steve wiped it away with his thumb, before sucking it into his mouth, eyes locked with Sam’s as he did so, before pulling him down for a rough kiss. You slumped forwards onto Steve’s chest and Bucky pressed kisses to your spine before heading to the bathroom. Steve slid you off of him and onto the mattress, his hands rubbing you, up and down your exhausted body. 

“Bunny, open your eyes, Sam’s got some food for you.”  You blinked, a bit confused, because surely Sam hadn’t had time to leave the room and come back, but he was there, nonetheless, kneeling on the floor by the side of the bed, holding a cube of cheese to your lips.

“There’s our girl. It’s perfect now. All four of us together, yeah.”

You nodded, absent-mindedly as you chewed through a few of the semi-firm, salty cubes. 

Sam then lifted you, and carried you through to the bathroom and the enormous tub. Bucky was already sitting in it, and he accepted you into his arms, the warm water lapping up over your skin. Steve and Sam joined you, and you drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the three men who had brought you into their lives, and seemed to care for you in some way. Would they ever love you as much as they seemed to love each other? 

You tried not to wonder too much about why you cared.

Люблю эту задницу, зайчик. Собираюсь наполнить тебя так полно  - Love that ass, bunny. Gonna fill you so full

Будет так хорошо, когда ты сожмешь наши член - It’s gonna feel so good when you squeeze our dicks

Блять, вот так!- Fuck, that’s it!

Впусти меня, зайчик - Let me in, bunny*

Я чувствую тебя, Стиви! - Can feel you, Stevie! 

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[imhereformysciencefriends]

Origins SMP

@peerpressureweek day 6! Crossover AU

“Phil I need you to come home, like, right now,” Techno hissed into the communicator, covering his mouth slightly as he hunched in the corner.

“Yeah, uhhh, bit of a problem about that mate—”

“Oh god, did the weird new Ranboo do something to you? Please tell me this new manifestation of some freak mental illness that is presenting itself as Ranboo didn’t do something to you, Phil. I don’t want to have to start a vendetta against this kid, even if he is…” Techno glanced briefly over his shoulder.

“Mate, I hate to break it to you, but normal-Ranboo who is not having a personality crisis is still out here with me—”

“Heh!?!?”

“But more pressingly, there is a you here, who is maybe three feet tall, demanding carrots, and has fuckin’ bunny ears.”

“Heeeeeeeeeh?!?!?”

“Oh, Techno, are you, um, are you still—”

“Oh thank god, Ranboo, I was so scared I’d never hear your normal voice again!”

“Ohhhhkay, okay, let’s go home. Okay, come on Ranboo, weird, rabbit-Techno, let’s just. Let’s all go home.”

“Hurry!” Technoblade urged, peering over his shoulder at the too-tall, all-black, weird Ranboo who was staring about Techno’s home with open disdain.

This Ranboo was, admittedly, very swanky, all dressed up in a pretty, inky dress that had swishy, slinky, silky skirts, his tail rustling them slightly as it twitched and jerked from side to side. Lots of gold and jewelry, Techno appreciated that, and a tiara much more dainty than Ranboo’s own crown. By all accounts, he looked very different from the Ranboo Techno knew, but some instinctive part of him saw this person and knew it was Ranboo (that, and, well, he’d told Techno his name was Ranboo, so. There was that).

“Do people here normally live in such… squalor?” the not-Ranboo-but-still-Ranboo asked, and Techno made a distressed, high pitched noise that was only halfway approximating words.

“My house is nice!” he insisted. “At least I’m not homeless! I am not homeless, that’s more than I can say for some green teletubbies I know. Hey, do you know a guy who is,” Techno gestured vaguely, “Kind of like me, but has rabbit ears?”

“Yes,” Ranboo sniffed, like he’d caught a whiff of garbage. “Come to think of it, he has your same name.”

“Right. So, uh, what are you two doin’ here, in my house—”

“He’s not in your house, is he?”

“Well, no, not yet, but he’s with Phil and my Ranboo, which means he’s on my property, which is basically my house.”

“You own property and yet cannot afford to live somewhere a little nicer than this?”

A beat of wings spared Techno from having to come up with some sort of response to that particular remark.

“Oh god, Phil, where is he?” Techno asked, rushing past his best friend so he could latch onto Ranboo with some well-deserved theatrics. “Thank god! Thank god you’re okay! Can you imagine me having to live with this guy as my new pupil? Absolutely not. Aaaaabsolutely not. Superior Ranboo once again in the house.”

“Superior!” the other-Ranboo gasped, shocked and offended.

“Who are you?”

Techno ignored the spluttering not-Ranboo in favor of staring at the stout man who had a voice just like his own.

It was, indeed, a version of himself, but instead of pig haunches, shelled ears, and small tusks poking up from his lip, this person had rabbit legs, long pink floppy ears, and buck teeth. And yes, he was slightly less than half Techno’s height.

Techno wasn’t sure if he wanted to throw up or laugh.

“Uh, Technoblade. Who are you?”

The bunny man frowned. “You can’t be Technoblade. I’m Technoblade!”

“I think the subject of the hour is how we’re both Technoblade, and for some reason you are in my house!”

“And you are supposed to be… some inferior, peasant version of me?” not-Ranboo asked, staring down his nose at normal Ranboo, whose tail was lashing with his agitation and ears were pinned back.

“I uh, don’t know if inferior is the word I would use, but since, this is where my friends and I live, and you’re the outsider, I think you are probably the alternate version of me.”

Other Ranboo sniffed. “Unlikely. I am a prince, you know.”

“No, I, didn’t know that. You’re no prince I’ve ever heard of.”

“OKAY! Everybody let’s all just sit down and try to figure this out!” Phil shouted overtop the two conversations, nobody seeming happy about anything but everyone willing to listen to Phil. “Dress Ranboo. Bunny Technoblade. What are the last things you can remember before coming he—yes Bunnyblade?”

The other Techno lowered his hand while Techno himself wrinkled his nose at Phil’s impromptu naming scheme.

“You got any carrots?”

[remusslove]

Glasses~ mattheo riddle

Includes age regression, cg!Mattheo, little!reader, bullying, and mentions of violence.

You were walking down the abandoned hallways humming to the music from your Walkman. When Mattheo found out you were a little he established some rules. One of those rules being when you get out of classes go straight to his dorm just incase you slip.

Little did you know, one of Mattheo’s many exes was waiting for you. His exes never bothered you, even when you got dirty looks from them being jealous your still with him. He always reassured you and you believed him. They were jealous because you’ve been with him for a year and a half, while the longest they had with him is a week or less.

They hated the way he treated you, how he talked to you, how he looked at you, etc. He never treated them like that so they didn’t get why you were so special. They didn’t do anything extreme other than dirty looks and stares, except daphne.

You were close to slipping but decided to try not to slip in till you were in his dorm. “Hey y/n!” Daphne said with a fake smile walking out of the corner she was in. “Oh hi daphne!” You said smiling. “Where you heading to hm?” Daphne asked with a smirk. Still oblivious to the girls antics and plan you just casually replied saying “going to mattheos dorm you?”.

His name coming out of his mouth only made her angrier. She pinned you to the locker causing you to whimper at the sudden movement. “Look i don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but stay away from mattheo.” She threatened. With that she pushed you back into the locker and snatched your glasses.

“Gimme those!” You said with tears in your eyes. “No.” She dropped your glasses to the floor before stomping on them with all her strength. Your glasses were completely destroyed. You couldn’t help but start crying slipping more and more by the second. Before you made a movement she snatched them off the floor and took them before strutting off.

You got your bag and quickly began walking to mattheos dorm. Luckily the seventh years had private dorms so when you walked into the room all you saw was Mattheo working on his potions homework. He noticed your presence and quickly tried the finish his last sentence still not looking at you.

“Hi darling where you been? I was getting a little worried” Mattheo asked softly. He turned around after he heard no response and began waking towards you noticing your appearance. “Oh my poor baby what happened?” He asked now worried. “Bully bwoke my gwasses” was all you could sputter out between sobs. He quickly wrapped his arms around you as you put your head on his shoulder. “Oh I’m so sorry love” he said now feeling anger coursing through his veins.

“Tired dada” you whined against his chest. “Alright love it’s time for a nap anyways” he said placing a kiss on your cheek. He softly picked you up effortlessly and sat you on the bed. He took off your clothes peppering kisses doing so. When you were finally ready for bed you cuddled into his chest. “You want your pacifier princess?” He asked. You just nodded to tired to say anything.

He took the pacifier out of his night stand drawer and placed it gently between you lips. You quickly began to suck on the soother but soon whined wanting milk. Mattheo knew what the whine meant and quickly apparated a bottle. You began drinking it pretty fast as it was your favorite flavor,(f/f). “Slow down bunny” mattheo said taking control of the bottle.

You slowed down always wanting to be a good girl. “Such a good girl for me” mattheo praised with a smile causing you to giggle. “Can you tell me who took your glasses baby?” He asked knowing your much more honest in little space. “Daph” was all you said but mattheo knew exactly who you were talking about. He sighed before reaching for a book to read to you.

Once he was done reading you were fast sleep quietly snoring. He turned off the lamp on the bed stand and fell asleep himself. He couldn’t wait to kick Daphne’s ass in the morning.

I made this story as a reminder that I do Harry Potter characters and little!reader x cg!characters as well<3 :)

-🦋

[kazuwhora]

WHITE RABBIT — H. KOKONOI

syn. sometimes shopping a sale isn’t always the most convenient, especially when bunny!koko is the subject in question

cw. fem!reader, hybrid!au, voyeurism, exhibitionism, panty thief koko

wc. 900

an. my submission for @manjiroscum hybrid collab event!!!

flipping through pamphlets on bunnies, you're likely to find words like innocent, timid, and sweet. but as you stared into the glass at the only bunny hybrid left in the shop, those were the last words that came to your mind.

instead, the shop owner stood beside you with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot as she listed off all the reasons this one in particular, had been returned.

"bratty" she started, humming as she looked at his tag again. "destructive" you squinted to get a closer look. "annoying.. tch" she clicked her tongue as you looked in on the hybrid sitting in the corner of his cage, beady eyes staring back at you with inquisition as you read his name out from his sale tag. koko. "oh.." the owner started again "and it says here he humps.... everything.." you perked up, raising an eyebrow at the boy.

"I'll take him." you sang, removing the tag and handing it to her with the cash in your pocket.

and just like that, you had yourself your very own bunny boy— one with perky black and white ears that sat straight up, and the cutest tail you had ever seen.

however, despite the shop owner's warnings, nobody could have prepared you for the misbehaviour koko exhibited. at all hours of the day he was always into something he wasn't supposed to be in, tearing apart the room and leaving a mess behind. even when he was relaxing on the couch with his legs outstretched on the whole length couch leaving little space for you, his head in your lap was always trying to bury his face between your thighs. he just couldn't sit still. it was especially embarrassing when guests were over, and his friskiness was put on display for all to see.

"koko" you yelled, snatching a throw pillow out from under him where h had rutted his cock into the balled up stuffing. "we have guests over" you widened your eyes and motioned your head to your friend inui, who blushed with embarrassment and turned his head. koko only pinned his ears back and snickered, taking the pillow back to prove he could be on his best behaviour.

but like any bunny, koko's attention span was short. even as his head rested in your lap as always, and your hands stroked his hair that fell beside his silky ears, he couldn't help but dig his face between your legs, mouth desperate to taste you in front of your guest. "he's a little shy" you spoke through squirms, trying your very best to hide what was happening in fear of looking like a bad owner. but koko was hungry, and his teeth nibbled your clit pulling a shriek from your lips while his tongue made up for the pain.

"koko! go somewhere else if you can't behave!" you pulled his head from under your skirt, readjusting yourself and shooing him away to the bedroom. he scampered away, left alone to his own devices while you resumed conversation with inui alone. but it wasn't long before his beady eyes peered from behind the door, and you watched as he dragged a mouthful of what looked like your dirty laundry into the living room for inui to see. as he came into the light, you realized his mouth was stuffed with your panties, completely soaked with drool as he sucked on them with pride. your face grew hot as embarrassment took over, hiding your face as you tried snatching the garments from his mouth without ruining them.

inui watched as you wrestled koko— watched as koko's cock grew harder and stiffer, redder and angrier the more you dominated him in strength. he watched with curiosity as you pulled your soaked panties from his mouth, throwing them to the floor beside you and inui couldn't help but feel his own cock throb with desire as koko rutted his hips up against you while you scolded him.

"sorry" you panted, sitting back onto koko's cock and he whined in frustration. "I told you I got him half price right?" inui nodded, swallowing a knot in his throat as he forced his gaze away from your ass that you pressed against your hybrid's cock. "cause they said he was a brat— and he is" you shifted, watching the way koko winced and whined for more contact. "wanna pet him?"

inui stammered on his words, licking his lips and moving his hands to cover his cock that was hard in his pants. "s-sure.. I guess"

you lifted your hips, encouraging koko to get up and be social for once and he flashed you a look of menace as he climbed onto the couch beside inui, and placed his head in his lap with a smirk that never left his lips.

and as inui got more comfortable, koko couldn't help but fall into his own patterns as he buried his head in a frenzie against inui's cock, nibbling desperately at the zipper of his tight pants as inui panicked to hide his arousal.

"I think he likes you" you hummed, watching as koko finally found comfort in your friend's cock down his throat— ears pinned back and tail twitching with his own arousal as he dug his hips into the couch and his cum seeped into the cushions.

maybe he was a good bunny after all.

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[muffindaddystyles]

LOST IN ITALY.

Where Harry's cute assistant gets lost in city of Italy and the thought of loosing her drives him bullocks.

Flatulent gust of breezy wind kept wiggling through Harry’s coffee lovelocks, sunshine bounces against his soft skin and his pink heart-shaped mouth stays puckered as he takes in the beauty of his surroundings with his cheek smashed over his wrist – which’s resting atop the rooftop of yacht and his head perks up puppy like when tufty giggles maroons in his ears.

He gazes his cute assistant from under his ray bans and skims back a timid smile when her face beams with glee, her cotton puffy sleeved sundress blows away from the breeze giving glimpses of her plump thighs and Harry sucks in a breath snapping his eyes away.

“Harry look s’beautiful!” She squeals taking another picture of landscape with her grandpa's vintage Yoshika camera and Harry just rumbles his lips, shrugs and slumps back, a lazy mumble of “mehhh” elicits past his lips.

She’s just so endearing, and cute and fucking adorable it’s hard for Harry to keep from not babying her.

When he first went to sets of My Policemen he considered her rather unprofessional, as everyone kept on finding her but it seemed like she vanished into thin air, turned out when Harry took a break in his cubby she was lighting up saffron and black scented candles, “Oh! Thought you’d like comin' back to nice smelling room —-- holy fudge .... by the way, me Y/N your new assistant for the meantime.” His all grumpiness defused into bunch of reverence for her.

She'd always beat him to bringing in brekkie and smoothies for him and her fellows, sometimes giving him the velvet muffins before he goes back home --- Harry became such a drooly lovey puppy for her that he decided to keep it stern from then.

He’s trying. He’s prolly gonna fail.

Y/N isn’t very immune to water trips and she was well aware that a sickness is coming – but so soon? She didn’t know that!

So, when she chokes onto nothing and then gags driving Harry into fritz. Harry tries to keep his balls in place and not panic because that’d just spill his secret and expose him.

He quickly facades himself under stoniness, “Christ! Y/N if you die on me —-,” Though, grabs her elbow lightly and walks her to the edge of the deck.

Y/n smacks his hand away. Glares him and grunts pushing her hair away aggressively, “Don’t tell me what to do I’ll die wherever the hell I want!” His pupils resembling to that of clashing waves of sea blows away comically as she huffs and pushes past him.

“Better die and ghost you for life.” She gags into her elbow again and he rushes to grab her hand, when she pulls away with a tut he rolls his eyes brings his glasses to the bridge of his nose and looks at her from under the brown sunnies, “Jeez just holdin' a hand, not gonna slip a ring, ‘s that what yer afraid of.”

“Just admit you’re desperate to hold my hand.” She smirks up at him and he cackles, then dims into nervous chuckles because oh fuck he’s getting caught red handed.

“No.” He mutters.

How much she resists not to pout and turn all fussy over his denial she ends up doing so and it’s his turn to smirk cheekily at her.

“Are you mad? You look mad.” He wiggles his finger at her and she grumbles folding her arms infront of her bosom and cranes her head to side, “I’m not mad.”

“Yer pretty face’s all screwed up, like you’re mad.” He nibbles at her and she glowers him --- sighing at last, the wisp of her hair falling in her eyes, her lips plush and glossy from sick.

“I’m perturbed, not mad.”

Then there’s an overrated pause of silence and heartbeats before Harry pokes her knee.

“You still look mad.” His face splits into a wide cheeky grin – showing his bunny teeth and she stands up hastily wobbling a little.

“’M’not mad! But I’ll be soon Harry Styles!!!!” She goes for smacking him at chest but he jerks back and sneaks his way out squealing annoyingly, “Mommy come save me from this feisty sea-creature.”

“You mean a mermaid?” She giggles.

“No. Frogfish.” He deadpans.

“I’m not talking to you ever again!” She cries out and turns away from him but he barks out a laugh --- riling her up is the most entertaining thing and seeing her make cute fussy faces another.

“’Kay, sorry! Wouldn’t do it again.” He toddles behind her and glides his forearm against her clavicles bringing her to his front, “Says this everytime!” She squirms pushing him away but he’s ten times stronger than her and even if she’s ... she’d want to spend some more time like this.

“Wouldn’t call ye' frogfish —-.. from now on.” She nods. Humming in agreement and he turns her, holding her from shoulders and looks down at her with glinting eyes and wide toothy mouth.

“How ‘bout blobfish? They look more funny.”

“I’m gonna kill you, Harry Styles!”

..

They were given a loft infront of the shore 10 minutes drive away from the shooting place and after fighting over who'll occupy the bed, bickering and pillow fighting over it and almost making it creaky loose bench Y/N went back to living room telling him that he snores so much, “Sorry but ‘m too sensitive to piggy snorey noises – better sleep outside.” He was fuming and gritty mess, flailing his limbs like a baby because he was “the hair on his directors head” away from sharing the bed with her.

“Whateva! your loss. Don’t come t'me beggin’ to pop your backbones.” He told her in high pitched mimickness and flumped under cool sheets.

His one hour nap turned into two then three. In the meantime, Y/N made a sandwich from the fresh veggies piled in the fridge, sipped onto her matcha drink sitting beside the window and enjoyed he view, even went through her socials.

Realized that she’s missing him around her terribly even if it’s just jokes and giggles and shit, whatever, so she took her camera and went outside to take pictures of shore and the purple sky battling with hue of clouds.

She got so charmed with Italy's beauty that she kept on walking and taking pictures, only to realize when the bustle of crowd dropped into tranquil quietness and she found herself into some unknown street.

She’s fucked.

She’s lost.

She has got nothing,

Not even her phone.

She contemplates to knock on the house doors and ask for locations but she’s petrified of the idea and tries to find some shop, so she could call someone and ask them to pick her up.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumbest decision, she has ever taken in her life.

When she sees no passer by, none tourists no-one in sight and the daylight defusing and darkness laughing and taunting her tears springs in her eyes --- bubbling at the corners and weeping down furiously.

Her heartbeats drops dead when she sees a group of men approaching towards her. She runs away hiding into the dark tunnel and clamps her mouth shut from crying out loud when they walk away -- they weren’t about to do anything to her – it was just her feared instincts.

“Harry ......” She whisper-cries into her wrist, her legs weak and trembly making her tumble down into dusty stoned pavement, her back getting scratched from the bricked wall of tunnel.

..

Harry woke up to pin-drop silence. Void of the sun that was once glimmering through the window, “Y/N.” He grogs out, knuckling the sleepiness away and trudged out finding the room empty.

It startles him. Waking him up properly now. A sweat flushes down his spine when he couldn’t even find her in the washroom and at the door-steps.

He dials her number and finds it at the coffee table, gruff cruses breathes out from his mouth at that.

FuckFuckFuckFuck.

His heart feels like someone’s squeezing it mercilessly in their grip when he goes outside, but couldn’t spot her and he finds it difficult to breathe, chest heaving as he snaps his head in every direction to look for the face he’s oh so in love with.

Where are you, Y/N?

Maybe, she’s angry with me? Did I hurt her in any way? Oh, fuck. I’m such a bitch.

Now, she’s angry with me and hiding in some corner cursing me out.

I have to bring her back.

So, he calls anyone in connection with Y/N in hopes that she’s with anyone of them and when there were, “no mate --- maybe check in the washroom...” and “last time she texted, said she’s going out to take pictures.”

Harry’s face pales at that. Sick to his stomach. His fists tighten by his sides to keep his calm the world around him spins for a moment and he stables himself with the nearby railing.

Bad thoughts spirals in his mind, how much he avoids them it frightens him like his worst enemy.

What if she’s hurt? It hurts him in heart even to think that.

Got into an accident and they took her?

Fuck.

What if some mafia has kidnapped her.

Obviously, Italy is famous for mafias ..... No!No!No! Harry shut up, shut up, shut uppppp!!

He screams internally to pause everything and think rationally.

He searches for her everywhere. In every street. His feet hurting until now and he chokes onto a sob, not even wanting to think of getting police involved and still not able to have her back.

He shouts for her name. Halting past anyone looking like her, that mini dress she flaunted infront of him with a gorgeous smile –-- asked him how it looked on her and he wasn’t very interested to give a response.

If he could take all of it back and praised her like his life depended on it, only if he’d told her how much he loves her, her making sure he’s comfortable in his cubby, her bringing cold milk drinks for him, dividing her oreos with him.

His hands shakes by his side, his lip twitching constantly and his legs trembles pathetically with each step he takes.

He stops. Narrows his eyes to squint through the darkness and he feels like someone blew oxygen back in his lungs, his knees weakening at the sight of some girl sitting on the bench, her shoulders slump and her head downwards as she clutches the edge of bench, rocking on it with quite sniffles.

He prays that it’s her.

Upon, hearing the footsteps Y/N looks up and those sweet eyes are enough for him to recognize her in between many people.

“Harry?” Her voice feeble and scared.

“Oh baby .....” He mumbles. Rushing towards her, stumbling back a bit when she flies in his arms and latches to him like the missing piece of her body.

His palms curves into her ribs, her face smashed into the crook of her neck – her tears wetting his skin instantly and his cheek squished atop her sweaty hair, he hugs her for dear life making her legs dangle in the air, she sobs nuzzling deeper into his throat and he caresses her shoulders to soothe her cries down. Kisses the side of her temple with tender affection and sighs in relief.

“Shhh. Shh baby, ‘s okay. I’ve found y’now ..... ‘m here sweetheart ‘s alright.” He doesn’t stop splodging soft pecks to her forehead – scared that if he’ll she’ll get lost from his arms again.

Her hiccups painful not letting her take a breather and Harry puts her down on her feet gently, taking her face in his clammy hands and hooks his thumb into her hair gazing into her glassy eyes intensely, “Hey look at me lovie’ just .. focus on me alright?” She nods at his plea grabbing his wrists and follows his breathing pattern.

He glances back at the bench and goes to grab her camera but she cries out fisting the hem of his corduroy shirt in her tiny hands, “No!” could barely choke out from her dry throat and he turns his attention back down onto her, strokes the rosy apple of her cheeks and pets her head.

“Not leavin’ yer side baby .. was bout to get your camera fo’ you. Could come with me if you don’t like stayin' away.” He assures her softly and trots towards the bench with his arms still around her as she keeps on hiding her face into his bicep.

They walk down the street like that, she has calmed down letting a sniffle slip here and there --- this kind of scenario has never happened to her before – she has never been outside of her home city before too.

He feels her tummy screech for food so asks her, chin butted atop her head, “You’re hungry, petal. Let’s get pizza.” She doesn’t feel like eating though. When she shakes her head – squeezing him more. He takes her from shoulders looking down at her with gentleness and brushes a strand of hair behind.

“Just a tad, darlin'. I know a delicious take away round the corner ... could eat it sittin' by shore.” He offers her with a smile and punches the air happily, whistling when she agrees.

When she giggles softly, defrosting back from numbness Harry spins them a little overly gleeful.

“Got me sweet girl back.” He exclaims ducking down to kiss her cheek and now when she’s less wobblish, her lungs fills with bunches of butterflies.

Blush splatters on her features. As Harry aligns his tanned arm with her delicate one and locks their fingers together lulling it backs and forth between them lovingly.

He keeps her tucked under his chin and snuggled in his arms all the time, even while waiting in the line for the take away.

“Ow!” Squeaks, “Ow. Ow.” Jumps on his tippy toes upon balancing the hot pizza on his palm.

Grins like a mad man when succeeds in making her laugh, takes her hand and helps her climb down slippery stones.

Goosebumps arises on her skin from shyness when he coils his strong arm around her to pick her up, with pizza in his other hand and giggles breathily in her ear upon hearing her squeals.

She sits in between his knees. Leans against his chest and inhales his woodsy vanilla scent, nibbles onto the crust while hearing his heartbeat.

“You scared the living hell out of me, lovie’ ... thought —-... thought I’d never be able to have you back again ... proper vanished.” He croaks out. Runs his nose up and down the sweet curve of her neck.

“Made me realise ... that I don’t want to be away from you, ever.” Y/n's breath hitches at that and she turns in his embrace. Looks at him with surprised doe eyes and coos when his eyes gloss over with wetness, that he’s forcing to keep at waterline.

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“You do?” She gasps.

He bobs his head giddily, “Can you picture it? You and I together?” He murmurs mellow street light dancing between them.

“’Us'? I like the sound of that....” She smiles searching for his hand and he grasps it eagerly like he was yearning for it.

“Kay then, when could I take you on a date?” He grins. Dimples mauving deep and pretty.

“This isn’t a date?”

“We’re in Italy. The sky's so romantic and I’ve got you, seems like a date to me....” She peppers kisses to each rosy gap of his knuckles and his inside bursts like they never did before.

“Kay then. It’s memorable too, you got lost on our first day –--”

“Harryyyy....” She whines nudging him in belly with her elbow. “’Kay we could change that.” He laughs. Showering her in kisses and her laughs whirls loudly into quite air, trying to squirm away from his tickles.

[tommybaholland]

where they like to kiss

featuring: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, shinso, amajiki and dabi

other than your lips, where do they like to leave kisses? fluff but dabi’s gets a lil spicy

midoriya is a classic cheek kisser. he can’t help but shower your cute face with kisses, never leaving just one. he likes to cradle one cheek with one hand while he presses one, two, three, four...it could go on. however many he decides, the last one is always obnoxiously long and leaves a loud smack against your skin but you love it nonetheless. his favorite part is pulling away to see the warmth in your eyes and smile....and your face. 

bakugo is a neck kisser, for sure. he likes to tease you a bit with the kisses he peppers up and down your neck. he does it to get back at you for pointing out his flushed cheeks by pulling you close and hiding his face in your neck. he cradles the back of your head, keeping you close as you tilt back, giving him more opportunity. he’ll press one final kiss to wherever he ends up, either the base of your throat or behind your ear, before slowly coming back into your field of vision, his nose brushing over your skin. his red eyes never sparkle more than after he’s kissed you. 

todoroki will not hesitate to press light kisses to your hand or the inside of your wrist. he’s not the most affectionate, but holding your hand was his starting point, slowly evolving into kissing the back of your hand after reaching for it. there’s something really endearing about the way he’ll place his hand over top of yours as you gingerly caress his cheek, before turning his face slightly to brush his lips over your palm. the best part comes after, when he turns to look back at you, his small grin drawing you in closer to him. 

kirishima loves to place his lips anywhere on your head, whether it be your forehead, temple or just the very crown, where he likes to nuzzle his face into your hair. these kisses are apart of his everyday affections, as he greets you with a smooch on the forehead and a quick peck on the temple when he leaves. when he really missed you or knows he’s going to miss you, he puts his kisses on extra, if that were even possible. he’ll cradle the sides of your head, lips brushing against your forehead as he speaks before pressing one long kiss to your skin. he never misses a chance to be your wholesome manly man. 

kaminari will catch the corner of your lips instead of your whole mouth when he goes to kiss you. it’s a bit of an inside joke between you, a reference to how clumsy he was when he first kissed you. he was so full of excited jitters and just went for it, turning his head too far. he was left wondering why you weren’t kissing back, instead met with your giggles before you caressed his cheek to pull him in for second try. now it’s just something he does purposefully, and it never fails to make you smile. and your smile is contagious to him. 

shinso likes to leave kisses on the corner of your eye, more on the top of your cheekbone. it’s an interesting spot, but it’s more intimate than one would think. he is someone who pays attention to the little things, like the way your pupils dilate after he pulls away from kissing so close to your eye. your eyes are so beautiful to him and his heart nearly stops from being in such close proximity. he can’t help but brush his thumb gently over the spot where his lips once were moments ago, his eyes never leaving yours. time feels like it slows down whenever he kisses you, leaving you absolutely breathless. 

amajiki would be a cute cheek kisser like midoriya, as it was the spot where he first kissed you. but he also thinks you look so cute when you scrunch up your face after he presses his lips to the tip of your nose. you resemble a little bunny whenever you do it, which only draws him closer to you to rub his nose affectionately with yours. he is not one for public affection so he looks forward to every moment he gets alone with you. he just enjoys seeing your cute reactions whenever he kisses you, for you cannot see them for yourself. 

dabi would definitely tease you by kissing and sometimes biting your neck like bakugo. but he goes further with those antics in that he loves kissing your hips and thighs. he’ll clasp his warm hands around your hips, pinning you down onto whatever surface while never missing a chance to grab handfuls of plush skin. it’s best if you’re laying down with your legs nearly bare, so he can fit his head right between your thighs and start placing open mouthed kisses on your hips, making his way down to your thighs. he will press your leg into his face so he can sink his teeth in, getting a taste of you. i will combust if i write more of this

thank you all for the love on the cuddling concepts. pls feel free to send in any requests!

[hollyhomburg]

Color me pretty

(Bts Little space au)

Summary: When it came to the littles, the caregivers knew there was no better activity than coloring. 

Tags: SFW, implied bts x reader, pure fluff, little space, little! kookie, Little! m/c, Caregivers! bts, 

W/c: 1.5k

A/n: If you don’t like this kind of content please just skip over it and pay it no mind! this is very sweet and fluffy. this can be read alone, but i did use the characters from my other little space ask au titled ‘the peanut butter to my jelly’ it’s linked at the end of the fic!  i wrote this drabble in one sitting! 

- On the nights that Koo and the m/c are non-verbal but still feeling energetic enough to need stimulation the caregivers have a special little ritual that they like to do. 

- it’s something tucked away, always ready to have on hand when they need it, it never fails to calm an overly excited or sugar high little; the blanket made out of a special material that can be washed after it’s doodled on, painted, and made new. 

- On those special days, the caregivers bring around all their ‘messy blankets’ the fort making supplies that no one minds if they get ruined, if koo gets his apple sauce on it or if a sippie mistakenly gets it’s lid taken off. they make a nest in the living room with markers and crayons and they’re allowed to get the blanket as colorful as possible. 

- The blanket is magic in the littles eyes! filled with simple flowers that they can color in as many times as they want! All the laundry fairy (Taehyung) has to do is pop the blanket in the washer and voila! it’s all ready for more coloring! no more marker marks. 

- I just picture her and Koo stretched out on it with half of their stuffed animals for “moral support” while cartoons play in the background coloring to their hearts content. Koo gets a little younger in his headspace sometimes than the m/c though they’re pretty equal in general.

- Eventually koo just gets so small that he forgoes coloring all together, instead busying himself with sucking on the end of a marker. while the m/c just giggles with her tongue hanging out, swinging her feet, the picture of adorable concentration as she struggles to keep her pink marker inside the lines.

- Occasionally one of the caregivers will come in to check on them. And they’d come pet over their heads and koo and the m/c just excitedly gesture to the mess they’ve made! their brains too cottony to make many words other than “flower! made’ pink!!!” koo in his little sing song voice going “flower flower flower~” 

- And whichever caregiver who is on “baby duty” will praise them, today it’s yoongi who takes a second to sit, each of the littles tucked under an arm. yoongi leaning in close and tracing his finger along their pretty lines. “you guys got so far today! almost all of them are filled!” he loves how puffed up both of your chests get at the praise. 

- He can almost tell how far down they were when they first started coloring. on the outside border the flowers are carefully patterned, but the ones just under where you where sitting are full of wilds scribbles. Yoongi reminds himself to take a picture before they wash it, wanting to save a memory of today. 

- “Oh did you make this for us little ones? I bet Joonie’s going to love it you know how much he loves nature! and you even gave each of them little stems.”

- And of course, eventually they find the m/c and koo are asleep in their little puddle of markers. Maybe the m/c has a little bit of purple splotch on her cheek. After they wake them up to put them to bed she whines softly when they clean it off her cheek “oh you poor fussy baby, don’t worry it will only take a second” her cute pout demanding a kiss for every rub.

- Eventually she presses into bed and koo kisses the faintly red spot on her face. his kiss a little wet and open mouthed but so innocent it makes the caregivers bookending them on either side coo. it’s as much of a sorry as koo can articulate right now. his mind feels like marshmellows and stuffed animals, like a too squeezed juice pouch and an empty packet of fruit snacks. totally devoid of big scary thoughts. 

- The caregivers are glad they made the decision to throw out all and every permanent marker in the house after the last little incident when Koo decided that people were a viable canvas. I think their whole house would be full of little doodles from the two littles. When they get big they always blush and say that they don’t need to pin them to every available surface. But the caregivers just shush them because they honestly love their drawings. 

-To the caregivers, their collection of drawings is a representation of the love they have for their two youngest. A mark of a healthy relationship- that they can give love in a way that matters to the two of them. Maybe jimin gets a tattoo of one of their flowers, a little purple one for koo and a pink one for the m/c on his hip at once point. 

- Maybe one day the m/c has what they affectionately call a ‘tiny day’ where she’s small and can’t seem to snap out of it. she tries valiantly, but after that catch her pouting down at her coffee and staring wistfully at her stuffy on the bed they tell her it’s okay. she can be small today and they’ll handle all of the big thoughts. 

- Of course they can’t stay home because they have a track due soon, and alas they are adults, so certain things have to be accounted for. There have been many times that the m/c has had to pretend to be at least a little big in public, luckily for the caregivers their littles are always remarkably well behaved. 

- They treat it as a game, today, bunny is a secret agent and cannot be discovered by anyone, sent to protect the princess. Nothing can happen to her as long as bunny’s there. But no one can see bunny- or else his powers are nullified. It does the trick. They love to see her nodd seriously when Tae weaves the story for her. it makes their heart hurt when they catch her talking to the bunny. “i gots you.” it makes it so hard to seperate from her for the day. 

- Seokjin packs up a day bag and gets her in the comfiest clothes possible and she spends the whole day quietly coloring in the corner of Joonie’s studio with her favorite bunny stuffie in her lap. She’s always careful to tuck him under her blanket and hide him whenever someone comes knocking, pretending to tap away on Namjoon’s tablet, but luckily no one pays her much mind, used to her presence. 

- When the noise and the stimulation gets too much for her namjoon puts her in a pair of noise canceling headphones that play soft nature sounds and pretty soon when he turns around to check on her he finds she’s nodded off in his couch. And he gets up to fix the blanket around her before he goes back to work for a few more hours. 

- She’s still asleep when the others finish up and decide to pry joonie away from work (a feat in itself) and when the others softly knock at the door she gets up, all bleary-eyed and honestly half-asleep rubbing at her eyes with a closed fist. almost tripping in happiness when she sees jungkook. hitting into his chest with a little ooof, almost tripping to get out of her blanket. So excited to see him- her favorite playmate “Koo play now!? koo get tiny!!!??” 

- Already the stress is weighing on Jungkook’s shoulders, his eyes getting all misty when he sees her bunny and the blanket and just wants to regress so bad. He starts to help her clean up the day bag but seokjin and Namjoon ease him away from it.

-  “You’ve got to watch her for us Kookie, can you do that? can you be a good boy?” by now they know how to softly nudge Jungkook into his headspace and it does the trick, lets him have a task before he can truly let go. they end up giggling softly with their foreheads pressed up against each other, telling stupid little jokes that are no doubt from jin and playing with each others hands. 

- On the ride Home, they both hold onto one of bunnies ears in the backseat of their car. Their heads loling by the time they pull into their safe underground parking garage ready for some snuggles and probably a nice relaxing bath for kookie because he hates feeling sweaty from practice when he’s little. He Just wants to sit and play with some bubbles and bath toys while someone runs shampoo through his hair, the soft-smelling kind that's meant for babies.

- Inevitably Koo always looks up from his bubble bath and points at himself and says “baby?” Hobi nods sagely while smoothing his hair into a goofy mohawk, “baby” he agrees.  

- But that’s not exactly true- the better term would be ‘their babies’

~Fin~ 

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Christmas in abundance

— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader — genre: fluff! — word count: 4.5K — summary: If the boys wanted to play Secret Santa, who were you to deny them? Though maybe, just maybe, you should’ve thought twice before adding a penalty to the mix. — a/n: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!! I hope you’ve all had a good and safe time. This Abundance christmas special does not have anything to do with the original story, so nothing that happens here will affect it. This is a little rough, ngl, but that’s what I get for not writing for a month lol. Either way, I hope you enjoy it!! 

"I'm home!" You shake off the lingering cold with a shiver, the warmth in the house wrapping around you pleasantly as you shrug off your coat. You barely have time to slip out of your boots before a body crashes into yours, a pair of strong arms pulling your body flush against a firm chest.

"You're late," Hoseok whines. The dog hybrid tucks his face into your neck with a huff, nose skimming against your throat as he works to cover the myriad of scents on your skin with his own.

"Sorry, I got held up a work," You sigh. "The office wants to do Secret Santa this year, so we had to figure out who would gift who.”

“Secret Santa?” A puzzled expression crosses Hoseok’s face as he pulls back.

“Oh, it’s a pretty simple game many people like to play during the holidays! You draw a random name, buy that person a gift, and then try your best to keep it a secret that it’s you,” You say, a smile tugging at your lips at how adorably confused the dog hybrid looks. The golden tail behind his back halts its quick movement; Hoseok’s head tilting slightly as he takes in your explanation. His eyebrows furrow as he thinks, an emotion you can’t quite place flickering in his eyes before he suddenly breaks out into a big grin, “Can we do it too? It sounds like fun!”

“Of course!” You say. “Just ask the others if they want to do it to? It won’t be much of a game if it’s just us two.” You reach up to gently ruffle his hair, the dog hybrid nearly falling over himself as he tries to lean into your touch.

“I need to go freshen up, I’ll see you guys for dinner?” You let out a soft laugh as Hoseok nods into your palm, a pout forming on his lips as you pull away.

“I’ll go ask them,” He gives you a bright smile before you turn to hurry up the stairs, more than ready to get into some comfortable clothes. Hoseok watches you leave, his smile falling into a frown as you round the corner.

He quickly walks down the hallway, mouth set in firm line as he turns into the kitchen and says, “We have to be secretive Santa’s.” The room grows quiet as six pairs of eyes find Hoseok’s form in the doorway, their stares a mixture of apprehension and bewilderment at the sudden declaration from the dog hybrid.

“What?” Namjoon sputters.

“Are you okay, hyung?” Taehyung rushes forward to place his hand against Hoseok’s cheek, his fox ears pinned to his head in worry.

“Did you hit your head?” Yoongi leans against the counter with a faint smirk, his dark tail swishing playfully behind his back as Namjoon shoots him a sour look. Hoseok only gives Yoongi a huff in response before he gently removes Taehyung’s hands from his face, pressing a soft peck against his palm at the worried expression on his packmate’s face.

“I’m fine Tae,” Hoseok assures him. “Y/n told me about a game humans play during the holidays. They draw a random person and have to gift them something, and since she’s playing it with her co-workers, we obviously have to play it too. We have to give her the best gift.” Looks of understanding flashes across the other hybrids’ faces, and Namjoon lets out a hum of approval at his packmate’s quick thinking. They can’t have their courting be upstaged by a human.

“But it has to be a secret,” Hoseok’s words are met by a displeased hiss, Jimin narrowing his eyes at the dog hybrid. Yoongi places his hand at the back of Jimin's neck, giving him a comforting squeeze as he says, “Well, it doesn’t really matter who gives her the present, right? As long as whatever we give is better than what the human gives her.” Jimin looks like he wants to protest, but a quirk of Yoongi’s brow in his direction settles him quickly, the younger cat hybrid leaning against his alpha with a defeated pout.

“What about the rest of the presents?” Jeongguk’s soft voice takes them all by surprise, the bunny hybrid hardly ever speaking up when they’re all together in one room. Jeongguk keeps his eyes trained on Hoseok, trying his best to ignore how his body grows more and more tense for each second as the attention shifts to him.

“Uh, I guess the rest will just gift each other something?” Hoseok clears his throat, heat creeping up the back of his neck as he finds himself pinned under the bunny hybrid’s big questioning eyes.

“Boring,” Jimin mutters. As Yoongi’s gaze narrows at his packmate, Seokjin hurriedly adds, ”If it’ll make Y/n happy, then I’m in.”

“Me too,” Jeongguk murmurs.

“Me three!” Taehyung grins.

“Sure, we’re in too,” Yoongi waves them off, his hand still tight on the younger cat hybrid’s neck.

“Fine,” Jimin sighs. Namjoon rolls his eyes with a faint smile as Jimin’s tail betrays his indifference, the younger cat hybrid obviously excited at the prospect of receiving a gift judging by the excited flick the end of his tabby tail does. “So we’re all in then,” Namjoon says.

“Great!” Hoseok beams, “I’ll go tell Y/n.”  

❅ 

You grab another box, wobbling slightly as you take your first step down the ladder. You can’t believe it’s almost Christmas already. The last weeks have passed by in a blur of important court cases, and aside from greeting the boys when you leave and come back home from work; you haven’t had any spare time to spend with them. You feel bad. Not only because you miss them, and you know they miss your company too, but also because this is your first Christmas together, and you had wanted to make December as magical as possible. But, thanks to all the late nights you pulled at the office earlier in the year, you’ve earned yourself some extra days off. So, while you might not have been able to make all of December an adventure for them, you’re going to try your hardest to make the next three days leading up to Christmas Eve as fun as possible.

“Hey Namjoon, can you help me with this?” You call out over the boxes stacked in your arms, gritting your teeth as you try to make it down the attic ladder in one piece. Maybe you only should’ve done one at the time, but where’s the fun in that? There’s nothing quite like the idea of falling and breaking a bone to really get the Christmas spirit pumping through your veins.

You let out a sigh of relief as heavy box on top is removed, but the sight that greets you over the cardboard wasn’t one you were ready for. The wolf hybrid has a sweet smile on his face, dimples on full display as he easily hefts the box under his arm. It’s just so domestic that it makes your heart skip a traitorous beat; almost making you miss the last step as you stumble down into the hallway.

“You okay?” Namjoon takes a step closer as he looks you up and down, his free hand reaching for your arm in case you feel unsteady on your feet.

“I’m fine!” You wince inwardly at the high pitch of your voice, plastering on a strained smile as you try to get a better grip at the decorations in your arms. 

“Just, you know .. excited for Christmas!” You barrel past him before he can see the flush creeping up your neck. As you hurry down the stairs, you can’t help but mentally curse yourself for how just seeing Namjoon holding a box and looking cute manages to short-circuit your brain. How the hell are you supposed to survive seeing the rest of the boys decorating the whole house?

❅

“Yoongi, that’s not ..” You bite back a laugh as the cat hybrid ignores you, practically folding himself in half to make sure he fits inside the empty cardboard box. You watch as Yoongi gets up and sits back down, folding his limbs this way and that way until he’s happy with his position.

“What?” He glares in your direction when he notices your amused stare, his tail puffing up defensively as you shake your head.

“Nothing. It’s cute,” You giggle. You turn before you can see the faint flush in Yoongi’s cheeks, the cat hybrid sinking down lower in the box to hide how pleased he is at your comment. You open another box, pulling out the rather tiny assortment of tinsel and garlands you’ve saved over the last years. It might have taken up a lot of room in your old apartment, but you doubt it’ll be enough to decorate past the first floor in this house. You do have time to run to the store and get some more, but even just imagining the crowds doing all their last minute shopping makes you want to shudder. It’ll just have to do this year.

“Hyung, I need those,” You hear a soft grumble from the couch as Jeongguk pushes Seokjin away from the nearly empty popcorn bowl, the hamster hybrid making a discontent noise as it’s moved away from him. The popcorn and cranberry string is looking a little short considering how much you gave them earlier, but you quickly realize the problem when Seokjin turns in your direction. He’s storing his snacks.

The hamster hybrid’s cheeks are so puffed out you’re honestly surprised he can even close his mouth. You stifle your laughter as you turn your attention back to the tinsel, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. It’s honestly adorable, but you know the boys can get embarrassed over instincts they can’t control, so if it’s something as harmless as eating popcorn and taking up residence in a box, you’re more than happy to pretend you haven’t seen anything.

“Hobi, can you help me with this?” You call over the dog hybrid, gesturing to the tinsel. You’re sure it’ll go much faster putting it all on the tree if you’re two people doing it.

“Sure!” Hoseok grins.

“If you go stand on the other side of the tree, we can just pass it back and fourth,” The dog hybrid easily follows your instructions, and you’ve already gotten the tinsel wrapped around the tree a few times before it abruptly stops. You frown, giving it a few tugs in case it got caught on the wrong branch, but it’s not moving. You peak around the tree, confused as to why it’s stuck when you have so much length left, but the reason becomes apparent when you find Hoseok’s hand tightly wrapped around the glittery garland.

“Hobi?” You give it a small tug, and the dog hybrid only smiles sheepishly in response as he immediately tugs back.

“Sorry,” Hoseok whines as he pulls his hand back again, the golden ears on top of his head drooping. “I didn’t let go of the tinsel before you pulled and ..” Ah. You let the garland go slack in your hands, and the dog hybrid only stares at the glitter for a few seconds before his grip loosens as well. His instincts thought you were playing tug of war. “Sorry,” He repeats.

“Hobi, it’s fine! I really don’t mind. Maybe we can play some actual tug of war later if you want to shift?” You offer.

“Really?” You can see the uncertainty still lingering in Hoseok’s eyes, but the tail behind his back can’t help but do a few excited wags.

“Of course. We can go outside the moment we finish decorating,” You grin. Hoseok’s face lights up, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he gently nudges you out of the way, taking the tinsel out of your hands. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone decorate a tree that fast, the dog hybrid practically vibrating with excitement as he shoves a container of ornaments into Jimin and Taehyung’s hands.

“Hurry, hurry,” Hoseok mutters as he throws a look at Namjoon, confirming that the alpha is stringing lights above the window like he's supposed to.

“Right,” You smile, grabbing the closest ornaments to hang them on the tree. You let your eyes drift around the room as you place the first ornament, your chest almost feeling like it’s going to burst with fondness as you see all the hybrids look so focused on their different tasks. It’s moments like this where it’s easy to forget all the arguments and nasty behaviours that have transpired between the packs. You’re not gullible enough to believe that it’ll just be smooth sailing from here on out, but can you always hope. That’s what Christmas is for, after all.  

❅

“Okay! Is everyone ready?” You say, taking your place on the floor in front of the pile of Secret Santa gifts. You honestly feel like you’re going to roll away on the floor if you happen to topple over, your belly full and sated with all the delicious Christmas foods you’ve eaten over the last hours. Jeongguk and Jimin are the first ones to reach your side, each taking up the space next to you as the others settle down in a circle. You’ve been collecting gifts from all over the house, trying your best to keep the whole game as anonymous as possible. You’re about to reach out for the first gift when you remember something you used to do with friends when you were younger, something that make the game a little more exciting.

“Boys, how do you feel about adding a punishment to the game?” Jimin and Hoseok both sit up a little straighter at your words, all the hybrids snapping to attention. The three alphas all share a look, a weird glint in them you haven’t seen before.

“Punishment?” Jeongguk stiffens as the air in the room grows heavier. Maybe that was a poor choice of words.

“Oh no, I meant like a .. penalty? Like if the receiver can figure out who their gift is from, then the giver has to do a penalty?” You say, placing a comforting hand on the bunny hybrid’s knee.

“A penalty is fine,” Jeongguk says, beginning to relax under your touch, “but what would it be?”

“How about the receiver decide the punishment?” Taehyung offers, a lazy smirk on his face as he leans back on his hands, “Wouldn’t that be fair?” You know the fox hybrid always tries to win by whatever means necessary, and that it usually spells trouble for you, but it’s Christmas Eve, so if there was ever a day to indulge Taehyung, this would be it.

“Sure. I don’t mind if the others are okay with it,” You shrug. There’s immediately a small chorus of agreement, and you take that as the go to give out the first present.

“First one is .. Seokjin!” The hamster hybrid takes the present from your hands cautiously, the room falling silent as he unwraps it. Hoseok snorts as he sees the item, the furrow between Seokjin’s eyes disappearing as soon as it shows up.

“Shampoo,” He announces.

“Well?” You prompt when the hamster hybrid places the item behind his back and out of sight, “Who do you think it’s from?” You swear you see the quick flicker of Seokjin’s gaze to Jimin, but it happens so fast you can’t be sure. The cat hybrid still has an easy smile on his face, and there’s nothing in his face that gives him away if he was the one behind Seokjin’s gift.

“I have no idea,” Seokjin shakes his head. “Let’s move on to the next one?”

“Sure,” You try to shake off weird feeling in your gut as you pick up the next gift. There’s no reason for them to pretend they don’t know who gifted them their presents, you must still be stressed after the intense week of work you had before your days off.

“Let’s see .. Namjoon!” The wolf hybrid gives you a bright smile as he takes his present, the grin never leaving his face as he rips through the paper. You notice the bunny hybrid stiffening next to you as Namjoon sees his present, his gray ears twitching slightly.

“A comb,” Namjoon waves it in the air quickly, the motion almost a blur as you only pick up the dark colour before he places it between his crossed legs. The wolf hybrid’s gaze scans quickly around the group before he shrugs, “No clue who it’s from though.”

Jeongguk lets out a small breath of air next to you, and when you think about it, didn’t that blur look similar to the comb the bunny hybrid uses for his ears? Before you can open your mouth to ask, Jimin hands you the next present with a sweet smile. Normally, that would put your worries at ease, but the lazy swishes of the tabby hybrid’s tail just makes you more suspicious. They’re definitely up to something.

The feeling only grows as you work through the presents. The boys casually hide their gifts before you can get a good look at them, and they somehow never know who the giver is, despite it being glaringly obvious whom it’s from with how the other hybrid perks up when their gift is unwrapped. You can’t figure out who gifted you the customized ink pen either, although Namjoon looked particularly proud when you couldn’t wipe the shocked smile off your face.

“This is just what I wanted!” You say. You think you might have mentioned it in passing a while back, but you never expected someone to actually remember it.

“Is it a better Secret Santa gift than the one you got at work?” Hoseok asks. The dog hybrid looks a little anxious, his canines digging into the soft flesh of his lips as his gaze shifts between your face and the gift in your hands.

“Of course it is! Soo-hyun got me an ugly Christmas mug she knew I would hate,” You snort, “There’s no way it could beat this!” You look down at the pen again, just missing the shared expression of relief that crosses the boys’ faces as you admire the sleek black and silver design.

“Anyway, let’s move on to the next gift!” You say. “It’s for .. Yoongi!” You hand the second to last gift to the cat hybrid, Yoongi’s sharp nails slicing through the paper with no trouble.

“A book, wonderful,” He smirks before he places it behind his back. You frown as you see the cover that is all too familiar, is that the book your aunt gifted you those years ago? The heavy atmosphere is back in the room as eight pairs of eyes shift to the last present on the floor. You swallow thickly, trying your best to school your features into something neutral. It’s your gift. And there’s no way you’re going to let him figure out it’s you, not when you were the one to come up with the penalty in the first place.

“Me!” Taehyung exclaims with a boxy grin as he picks up the last gift, his slender fingers carefully opening the paper. The fox hybrid lets out a delighted gasp as he uncovers the console games, his tail swishing wildly behind his back in excitement.

“Thank you Y/n!” Taehyung’s eyes sparkle as he meets your gaze, and the “You’re welcome!” tumbles out before you can stop it. You wince as something mischievous settles in Taehyung’s handsome features, the fox hybrid looking pleased with himself that you managed to slip up.

“How did you know it was me?” You groan.

“You have a tell,” Taehyung says.

You have? .. Crap. “What is it?”

“It’s a secret,” The fox hybrid smirks. Secret Santa was definitely not a hybrid game – the boys had come to realize that as soon as the first gift was handed out. The presents reek of the giver, but of course, that’s not something your human nose would be able to pick up.

“Fine,” You pout, tracing your finger over the pen in your lap, “What’s my penalty?”

The fox hybrid’s face grows serious as his gaze shifts around the room, searching for something to use as your punishment. You can’t help the way your stomach flips with nerves – or is it maybe excitement? – as you wait for him to figure it out. If it’s one thing you’ve come to learn, it’s that these boys are never predictable. Taehyung’s orange ears perk up as his eyes suddenly catch on an item, and Yoongi lets out a low hiss as he follows the fox hybrid’s line of sight. You barely have time to blink before Taehyung springs to his feet to grab your hand, dragging you along with him over to the living room entrance. You suck in a surprised breath as you find yourself standing directly underneath the mistletoe, Taehyung’s hand warm around yours as he gently pulls you a step closer.

“Only if you want to,” He says. Taehyung’s low murmur soothes the nerves prickling under your skin, the obvious fondness on his face easing your fears. The problem isn’t that you don’t want to, it’s that you do. And not just with Taehyung, but with all seven of them.

“It’s okay,” You hesitantly place your hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, the fox hybrid’s muscles jumping under your touch. You spare a glance back the rest of the boys when you notice just how silent the room has become, a flush creeping up your cheeks as you find all six of them staring at the both of you with an intensity you haven’t seen before. You quickly turn your attention back to Taehyung, the fox hybrid’s eyes fluttering shut as you begin to rise up at the tip of your toes.

You ground yourself in Taehyung’s firm grip around your hand, the fox hybrid’s warm breath spilling across your mouth as you lean in closer. Your aim is a little off, the lush dark lashes across Taehyung’s cheekbones distracting you enough that the kiss that was meant for his cheek, ends up at the corner of his mouth instead. When you pull back, you find Taehyung’s wide sparkling eyes already trained on your face, the fox hybrid gazing at your reverently for a few seconds before he dives down to bury his face in your neck.

“This is the best Christmas ever,” You let out a choked giggle at Taehyung’s words, stroking his back affectionately as he tries his best to rub your shared scent back on your skin.

“Me next,” You nearly jump out of your skin as you find Hoseok standing next to you, the rest of the boys lined up behind him with sheepish smiles.

“I thought this was supposed to be a penalty?” You quirk a brow, gently untangling yourself from Taehyung as the dog hybrid begins to move impatiently in place.

“Kissing Taehyung is just nice, it’s not a penalty unless you do it to all of us,” Hoseok whines. You catch Jeongguk nodding his head behind Yoongi’s shoulders, his long ears flopping from the force. Well, you think, what’s the harm?

“Fine,” You usher Taehyung over to the couch, turning back around to face Hoseok. “One mistletoe kiss coming right up.” The dog hybrid practically vibrates out of his skin when your lips touch his cheek, and he doesn’t waste any time mixing his scent like Taehyung had once you pull back.

You can see Namjoon’s silver tail wag behind his back as you place both hands on his shoulders, needing a little extra boost to reach his cheek. A dimple blooms where you delivered a soft peck, and Namjoon briefly touches his cheek against the top of your head before he joins his pack on the couch.

Jimin steps up next, placing his hands behind his back as he offers his cheek with a playful grin. “One penalty please,” He says.

“Of course,” You place your hand on Jimin’s jaw, holding him in place as you kiss his cheek. You catch the slight disappointment in the cat hybrid’s eyes as you pull back, but the gentle touch of your fingertips tracing his jaw is enough to wash it away. Taehyung might be the fox, but Jimin is by far the slyest when it comes to getting what he wants.

“Not yet,” You murmur, taking a step back. Jimin nods, his eyes filled with warm understanding as gently rubs his cheek against your shoulder before he lets Yoongi take his place. The alpha regards you with hooded eyes as you peck his cheek, a faint purr spilling from his chest as he rubs your mixed scent against the opposite shoulder. The soft fur on his ears tickle your throat, and the cat hybrid offers you a low thank you before he steps away.

“You okay?” Jeongguk’s cheeks are bright red as he takes Yoongi's place, but the bunny hybrid hurriedly nods in response. You can almost feel the jittery energy coursing through his body as you step closer, Jeongguk inhaling sharply as your lips make contact with his skin. The bunny hybrid shyly takes your hand in his, bringing it up to rub your wrist against his freshly kissed cheek. Jeongguk hurries off before you can say anything, his tail twitching rapidly behind his back as he joins the rest.

Seokjin has a fond look in his eyes as he steps closer. The hamster hybrid leans down slightly, just enough that his mouth graces you ear as he murmurs, ”You took your punishment well.” You feel plush lips against your cheek before Seokjin pulls back, a knowing smile spreading across his face as your fingers trace the spot he kissed. You stand there a little stunned as Seokjin joins Jeongguk on one of the couches, praying that the hamster hybrid didn’t notice the shiver that bolted down your spine at his words.

You awkwardly clear your throat as you realize they’re all waiting for you to join them, gesturing over to the TV as you say, “Do you want to watch a Christmas movie?” 

You let the boys argue over which movie to watch, quickly putting on your old copy of Home Alone once they’ve decided. You squeeze into the spot between Yoongi and Namjoon on the couch, the two alphas shifting closer the moment you’re settled; their sides flush with yours as you press play on the movie.

As the minutes begin to trickle by, you catch yourself watching the boys more than the colourful screen, a pleasant and comforting warmth spreading through your body as they laugh and giggle at the funny moments. Truthfully, the seven hybrids fill a space you hadn’t even realized was empty. And now – sitting here in your cozy living room with lights twinkling all around, you don’t think there’s anything else you could ever want.

You already have it all right here.

[valwentinefics]

Okay I'm a sucker for Zemo, and I keep refreshing Tumblr for new stories. Thank you for writing about him!

Could you do one with enemies to lovers, where both Zemo and the f reader won't admit anything to themselves? However when they go undercover in the club, to keep the disguise they have to dance together. At first Zemo does his dance, but the reader takes the reins and teaches him how to blend in better. Steamy time ensues after that, possibly ending with smut/slight breeding kink? Or just possesive smut 😅😂.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request I loved writing it! There really needs to be more Zemo fics, hopefully the next episodes don’t ruin him! This is also like my second time writing smut so i’m sorry if it’s not the best!

The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest - Helmut Zemo x Reader 18+

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, tiny bit of choking, alcohol consumption, possessive behavior, dom! Zemo, sub! reader, light degradation, biting

Translations: Hase (Bunny/Hare), Mein schatz (my sweetheart), Liebling (darling)

Word count: 1848

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Y/n didn’t like Zemo. Y/n abhorred Zemo and everything he did. She hated his smug face, his head tilt, his stupid jacket that only had fur around the collar. Y/n despised Zemo, yet she couldn’t help the thoughts that creeped into her mind at night of his warm gloved hands roaming her body and his accented voice whispering what he would do to her in her ear. Those thoughts made her find Zemo even more insufferable than she already had.

Y/n could feel the bass throughout her body as she stood at the edge of the club, nursing a drink while she swayed softly to the beat. Stuff like this wasn’t her scene, she preferred the quiet warmth of curling up by a fireplace with a cup of tea, no sound but her own thoughts. Here, everything was practically screaming at her, it was almost overstimulating, but she stayed, not wanting to miss anything that could go down.

She almost decided to change her mind and abandon the godforsaken mission  when Zemo appeared at her side, doing an awkward little dance. Y/n watched him incredulously for a few moments, taking a sip of her overly sweet drink as she pictured all the ways she could punch him so he would stop dancing like that.

“Y/n could you not look at me with such hatred for one night?” Asked Zemo, his accented voice only just rising above the music. 

“That’s a lot to ask of a girl Zemo.” Y/n replied with disinterest, wanting this conversation to be over so she could go back to standing silently alone.

“Our disguise depends on us being friendly, well, friendly is too weak of a word. Will you cooperate or would you like to blow this whole operation?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he bore into Y/n’s eyes.

Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system, or maybe he was playing mind tricks, but as Y/n looked back into his eyes she could feel a warm feeling in her chest. Y/n held his gaze for a few moments before relenting, reluctantly realizing he had a point. With a sigh she held out her hand to the man. 

“I’m not a good actress Zemo, you better sweep me off my feet,” Y/n huffed, downing the rest of her drink and placing it on the table nearby. Zemo gave her a mischievous smile before pulling her into the crowd of people.

“Call me Helmut, it’s more natural.” He told her, his gloved hand resting on her waist and holding her close as he began to move his body to the upbeat music. Y/n followed his lead, her mind racing as she couldn’t remove her thoughts from the close proximity of them. She could feel the heat radiating off of him as her chest was shoved into his as someone pushed past her. If their closeness affected Zemo he didn’t show it as he continued to dance, moving his arm in a weird way.

“Ze- Helmut stop that, god you’re horrible at this. Your bad dancing is just going to bring more attention to us.” Y/n groaned, grabbing his arm and holding it still.

Zemo looked at her with a scoff. “You don’t seem like much of a dancer liebling, how do you suppose I should dance?”

Y/n knew her options were limited, and she cursed herself for speaking out on Zemo’s dancing. She had backed herself into the corner, and there was only one way out. Y/n spun around, her back flush against Zemo’s chest as she began to sway her hips to the beat. A groan sounded from behind her, so quiet Y/n wouldn’t have thought it to be real if not for the hot breath on her neck that came with it. 

She ignored the blush of her cheeks and the wetness she felt pooling between her thighs as Zemo managed to pull her even closer, his hips rubbing against her backside with controlled smooth movements. Y/n tried to tell herself she was getting no pleasure from this, but as she felt his bulge harden against her, it was hard to ignore the desire she felt for the Sokovian man.

She spun around to face him, burying her head in the crook of his neck, feeling too ashamed to have her face revealed to the world while she desired to be fucked thoroughly by the man who had destroyed the Avengers. In a way that turned her on even more, the sheer power the man possessed. She let out a small mewl into his neck as that thought, trying to focus on dancing instead of her desire and Zemo’s hand tortuously creeping to her ass.

“You feel it too, Y/n. The desire.” The Baron mumbled to the girl who tucked herself into his chest. 

“I can’t- I hate you…” Y/n replied, more trying to convince herself of it than him as she pulled away.

“Mein schatz, it’s the forbidden fruit that always tastes the sweetest.” Zemo whispered into her ear, pressing a small kiss right below her earlobe.

Y/n couldn’t handle it, she was soaked and desperate for his touch. Y/n grabbed at the fabric of his sweater, pulling herself into him. “Fuck me then, Helmut.” She muttered, looking up at him. Y/n hadn’t seen Zemo move so fast, his hand resting on her lower back as he quickly ushered her to a spare room and swiftly locked the door behind them. 

“Hase, you can back out of this any time, although I’ll be sad to see you leave. Oh God how I’ve wanted you on my cock since I first saw you.” Zemo spoke as he pinned Y/n to the wall, his thigh positioned between her legs, Y/n began to desperately grind against it. His accent came out more as he grew more aroused.

“Shut up Zemo, you running your mouth will ruin this.” Y/n tried to be intimidating, but as she pathetically grinded on his thigh she didn’t do a good job of it.

Zemo let out a chuckle, his hand gently yet sternly holding Y/n’s throat “Learn your place hase, and this will go well for the both of us.”

Y/n looked at his arm and back to his eyes, biting her lip. The lightheaded feeling she felt from being choked seemed to amplify her other senses, especially her need for him. With a small nod she agreed to stay in line.

The Baron smiled, letting go of her throat and shoving her to the bed, crawling on top of her, his gloved hand trailing painstakingly slow up her thigh, hooking a finger around the waistband of her panties and pulling them off. Y/n began to undress him as well, the two stripping each other of their clothes until they were both naked. Y/n pumped his thick cock with one hand, staring up at him with eyes full of desire. For now she had shoved her inhibitions to the back of her mind, not wanting to acknowledge them. Right now all that mattered was Zemo and the pleasure he could bring her. 

“Helmut, Baron, please I need you in me.” Y/n looked up at him with pleading eyes, the arousal she felt almost too much to bear. Zemo looked down at her with a small grin, positioning himself over her. She was caged in by his arms, his cock slightly pushing at her entrance. 

“Do you want me to fill you? Do you want your baron’s cum to fill up your needy little cunt? Dirty girl.” He chuckled as she squirmed at his words, her cheeks flushing with the embarrassment of what she wanted being so obvious he had said it out loud.

Y/n nodded below him, biting down on her lip as Zemo shoved himself into her with one quick thrust. She gripped at the sheets below her as he filled her, a long moan slipping its way past her lips. When Zemo had begun to pull out she let out a little whine, only to soon let out a yelp as he harshly shoved himself in. He continued his deep rough thrusts at a fast pace making Y/n unable to form any thoughts, only a string of moans escaping her.

“Baron, god, fuck, you fill me up so well.” she struggled to get the words out through her moans. Zemo seemed to like her inability to speak well, his cocky grin never leaving his face as he pounded into her, his grunts like music to Y/n’s ears. It was then she realized she was under Zemo’s thumb, she would do anything to experience this moment again and again, but oddly enough there was nowhere else she would rather be.

“You’re so insufferable, but right now, like this, you’re nothing but mein little hase. My little fucktoy, all mine.” Baron groaned out, leaning down from his position above her to bite her neck. Y/n knew it would leave a mark, she could feel a trickle of blood roll down to her collarbone, but she didn’t have the ability to care about anything but Zemo. “Tell me you’re mine, Hase. Who do you belong to? Who owns you, liebling?”

“You do Baron, I belong to you, you own me!” Y/n squealed out as she felt a tightening in her stomach, knowing her orgasm was close. Zemo seemed to know too as he reached down a hand and began to rub her clit just roughly enough as he pounded into her harder, causing her to drool a little from the pleasure she was receiving,

“Cum for me little hase, cum for me and I’ll fill you up with my cum. I’ll breed you like the little whore you are” He commanded with a growl. Y/n arched her back as she let out a loud moan, feeling the pleasurable release of her orgasm. She was panting as Zemo gripped her hips roughly and held her still as he spilled his warm cum into her. Y/n could feel the white liquid spill out of her once he pulled out. She didn’t care about how much of a mess she was, her brain was still fuzzy from her orgasm and the wild pleasure she had received from Zemo. 

Zemo had gotten mostly dressed, putting on his shirt as he admired his handiwork, seemingly unable to remove his eyes from the sight Y/n on the bed, his mark on her neck, his fingers bruised into her hips, and his cum trickling out of her. He pulled his jacket off his shoulders and laid it on Y/n’s pliant body, allowing her to rest.

“You’re mine hase.” Zemo stood in the doorway of the room, Y/n too fucked out to fully understand what he was saying “And I don’t like to give up what’s mine.” He closed the door gently behind him as he went back to the party.