#and his lil bunny smile 😭😭

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Okay but imagine bunny has just been feeling so ill :((( and she’s so so sorry Bucky has to take care of her like this :( but she still tries to make him meals and keep up with her chores and be good for him :( even though he’s adamant that she not lift a finger until she’s better

Maybe he comes home one day and she’s crying and she’s apologizing because she knows he’s so stressed already with work and she’s just so so sorry for adding to that :(

And he’s just like “what are you talking about? why are you sorry”

And then she just hands him a positive pregnancy test and keeps apologizing for giving him one more thing to worry about

But he’s just immediately thrilled and is already thinking about how to decorate the nursery and he can’t wait to fuck the tears away while calling her his little mama

Anyway… I’ll see myself out… splendid writing as always my dear!!! <3

I’m literally laying on my stomach with my legs in the air and i’m kicking them and giggling, you’re so kind. And i looooove this idea so here’s a lil drabble :) (also you are always welcome to come back😭😭)

Title: An Odd Flu

pairing: sofdark!ceo!bucky x naive!assistant!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: 18+ so minors dni, mentions of vomiting and being sick, so much fluff, minor angst, hints of abortion though it’s not said outright (only 2-3 sentences), soft love-making, sir kink, petnames (bunny, mama (but not in a mommy kink way)), fingering, dom!bucky, sub!reader, aftercare

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Originally, you thought it was an odd case of the flu. You weren’t running a fever and you weren’t feeling overheated or freezing cold, but you were so tired all the time that you’d have to take a midday nap in order to stay awake long enough to have dinner with James. Then it was the vomiting, you’d wake up around seven in the morning and rush to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach.

What made things better was that James had been there for you, waiting on you hand and foot whenever he was home. He’d draw you baths and massage your back to relieve your sore muscles. He’d make you soup and tea, going so far as to feed you by hand. He would even cancel meetings if you were feeling especially awful.

But that’s where the problem lies. Leading up to your flu James had been stressed. There was meeting after meeting, paperwork the height of the Empire State Building, and calls coming in after the previous one ended. You already felt physically bad, but the fact that he’s become stretched even thinner has you feeling bad emotionally.

This morning in particular has been the worst of the last three weeks. You gagged when you went downstairs and smelt the eggs James was cooking and had to rush to the bathroom. Your headache felt more like a migraine and all you really want to do is curl up next to James in bed and have him rub your back.

But that’s not possible today. James had a meeting that he had been trying to organize for the past month and it was with people outside of the U.S., so there was no way he could miss it. He still offered to stay home anyway and let his right-hand man, Steve, take over, but you nearly cried when he suggested it. You didn’t want to mess anything up just because you were sick. So, at your insistence, he left with a kiss on your forehead and made you promise to call him if anything got worse.

The only stipulation was that you had to see a doctor while he was gone. His personal doctor, because of course he’s rich enough to have a personal doctor, agreed to come over and check you out.

It was when she got there that things started to feel… off. She noted your symptoms with a glint in her eye that told you she immediately knew what was going on. When she put away her tools, she reached into a different pocket in her bag, giving it to you with a small, knowing smile.

It was a pregnancy test. And suddenly you’re questioning everything. The morning sickness, the aversion to foods you once craved, the crying spells.

Then, you remember your period was supposed to start two days ago. When it didn’t come you just assumed it was because you were ill. Now, though, things are making sense.

That doesn’t stop the insecurities from creeping in. James has been so busy with work lately and this is just one more stressor to add to that. And on top of that, you haven’t been able to do as much cleaning or cooking as you normally do, as much as you want to do. James has been insistent that you not overexert yourself by doing your daily tasks, but you feel so bad that he has to come home from a long day of work to the house being a mess.

When you go to the bathroom, your hands are shaking as you hold the test in the proper position. You’ve always wanted kids, and you can’t imagine having babies with anyone else except James. He always takes care of you, is always lovely and patient even when he’s exhausted and snapping at everyone else, he’s the perfect man and would make a perfect father.

Your hands continue to shake as you wash them, and your whole body vibrates with nerves as you walk back out into the living room to see Doctor Romanoff packing the rest of her things. Her eyes are sympathetic when she senses your anxiety, and she carefully takes the test from you.

The five-minute wait is agonizing, you’re unable to sit still so you’ve been pacing back and forth around the living room awaiting the results. And when the timer goes off, your whole body goes rigid. Your back is to Doctor Romanoff when you hear her hum thoughtfully.

You know what that sound means.

It takes all your effort to turn around, but when you do you find her arm outstretched, offering you the test.

“I’m not sure if it’s the answer you want, but I’m here for whatever you need.”

Hesitantly, you reach out to take the test from her. And, with a big breath, you look down to see the little pink plus sign staring back at you, and tears immediately fill your eyes. You know that James wants kids, he’s very bad at dropping hints when you go to the store and pass by the baby aisle. But, he’s overworked right now, constantly answering calls and responding to emails, and you’re doubting if now is the right time to have a baby.

“Um, th-thank you,” You say weakly, looking up at her with a wavering smile. She nods, and you lead her to the front door and wave her goodbye.

The tears start falling when the door closes behind her, and you quickly rush to your room. You’re staring at the test through your clouded vision, worrying yourself over how to tell him. You know you need to, you want to. So, once you’ve calmed down you pull out your laptop and search for different ideas.

“Bunny, I’m home!” James sounds tired, exhausted really, though you hope the smell of chicken and vegetables will help him wake up a little.

“I’m in the kitchen!” Your hands are shaking so badly when you take the pan out of the oven, and you have to hurry to place it on the counter before you drop it. Suddenly, James’ arms wrap around your waist, pressing his chest to your back and tucking his face into your neck to breathe in your perfume.

“What did I say about overexerting yourself?” His voice is soft, even though he’s clearly tired you know he’s about to march you upstairs and tuck you into bed. “You need your rest.”

“Well, I feel bad for not cleaning as much as I used to, and you’ve been so tired lately.” You pause, taking a large breath and turning in his arms so you can loop your arms around his neck. Your eyes start to water when you see his eyebrows furrow with concern. “Besides, it’s not going to go away any time soon. Google says that morning sickness can last up to 20 weeks and your doctor says I’m only five weeks along.”

James opens his mouth to say something, then promptly closes it when he registers your words. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his hold on you slightly loosening as he flounders for a minute. You can see in his eyes that he’s trying to piece together all of your symptoms from the last few weeks, and he’s a smart man, so it’s not a surprise that he figures it out pretty quickly.

“Are… Are you…?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Time seems to stand still, James seems to have frozen in place trying to sink in your words. And the longer the silence goes on the more worried you become, and a few tears slide down your cheeks.

“I-I know this isn’t the ideal time, and you’re extremely busy with work, but it just happened. I’m so sorry, I know this is just going to make you even more stressed, and I-I don’t know what you want to do, but –” You’re cut off by James pressing his lips to yours, his arms tightening around your body and pulling you into his chest.

The kiss is frantic, desperate, excited. And when James pulls back you can’t help but follow his lips with yours, trying to keep the kiss going. But James doesn’t give in, instead, he leans back enough to be able to look into your eyes. And his are glassy, filled with unshed tears as he brings up one hand to brush away yours with his thumb.

“Fuck, bunny. Don’t be sorry, never be sorry for this. Bunny, you’re – you’re giving me everything I’ve wanted since I first saw you.”

Loosening his arms around your waist, he drops to his knees, placing one hand on your hip and covering your stomach with the other. He stares at your belly with amazement, then pushes up your shirt so he can kiss your belly. Your hands immediately find their way into his hair, rubbing his scalp and running your fingers through it. After a couple of minutes, he finally moves back to look up at you.

“You’re really pregnant?” He smiles wide when you nod, more tears involuntarily sliding down your cheeks.

“I’m really pregnant.” Your voice wavers, but you’re finally at ease, no longer worried about how James would react.

“Fuck, bunny,” He whispers, slowly rising to his feet and grabbing your hips. He leans down, brushing his lips over yours and smiling a little when you whine. “You’re going to be such a pretty mama.”

James is unable to stop himself from lifting you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. You bury your face in his neck, kissing and nibbling on his skin until he gets to your room and lays you gently on the bed.

He doesn’t immediately climb onto the bed, he just stands at the end of the bed and stares at you with a mixture of love and lust. A few moments of silence goes by before you finally whine, wiggling your hips to hopefully entice him.

It works. James shrugs off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, smirking at you the whole time because your eyes are roaming over his bare chest, and you’re practically drooling when he gets to his pants.

“See something you like?” He chuckles when you glare at him.

“You know I do, so please hurry up. I want you inside me.” While you were teasing, you know you’ve made a mistake when his smile drops and one of his eyebrows raises.

“Where are those manners, bunny? Just because I knocked you up doesn’t mean I’m not still your Sir.”

“I’m sorry, sir! I-I didn’t mean to - I just -“ You stumble over your words, not worried about him punishing you physically, but you know he’s not above edging you for hours on end, and you’re sure you’ll actually cry if that happens.

“I know, bunny,” James coos, finally stepping out of his pants and boxers and kicking them to the side. Before you can say anything he grabs you by your ankles, then tugs you down the bed until your legs are dangling off the edge. “It’s okay, you’re still my good little bunny.”

You moan at his words, a pleasant fuzziness clouding your head. And then James helps you sit up a little so he can unzip your dress — his favorite floral one — and slide the straps down your arms. When he lays you back down he pulls the dress down and off your body, groaning when he sees your bare body, just as he likes it. One of his rules about living with him is that you’re not to wear panties or a bra, you have to always be ready for him.

You and James have never been more grateful for it.

“Fuck, bunny,” James groans and takes hold of his achingly hard cock, squeezing the base. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Going to make such a beautiful mama.”

“Sir, please.” Your eyes water, this time from frustration. You need him inside you immediately.

“Okay, bunny, okay, don’t worry your pretty little head.” James climbs onto the bed and arranges your bodies so he’s sitting against the headboard and you’re sitting on his lap, your back to his chest and your pussy resting over his throbbing dick.

It takes everything in you not to roll your hips against his, the only reason you don’t is because you want to be good for him. He seems to recognize this and lovingly kisses your cheek, humming softly.

“My good girl, my perfect girl,” James mumbles into your ear, placing his hands on the inside of your thighs and spreading them wide open, hooking your ankles around his calves. He drags one hand up to rest lightly on your stomach, his other stroking your thigh, climbing higher and higher until you’re practically vibrating with need.

“Sir.” You’re already sounding pathetic, but, to be fair, James has that effect on you. With only a few touches he can render you dumb, but you love it.

“What do you need, bunny?” James asks as though he doesn’t already know what you need. What you crave.

“You, sir. Always you.” Tears spring to your eyes, damn your hormones.

James sighs behind you, trailing his lips to your cheek, down to your jaw, and then your neck.

“You have me, pretty mama. You always have me. I’m yours as much as you are mine.” His words make you sniffle, a few tears sliding down your cheeks.

You’re so lucky.

“Come here, bunny.” James urges you off his lap, maneuvering your bodies so you’re laying down and he’s hovering over you. He leans on one elbow and reaches up with his other hand to wipe away a few tears, smiling softly when you nuzzle his palm.

“Are you going to let me love on you, pretty mama?”

“Y-Yes, please. Please!” You’re slipping even further into that soft space where nothing else matters except for James, except for Sir.

James leans down, brushing his lips against yours and chuckling when you whine. The moment he finally kisses you he slides his hand down your neck to your breasts, lighting tugging at one of your nipples before sliding down further until he can spread your legs. He only pulls back when his hand makes it to the inside of one of your thighs, cooing when you whimper.

“It’s okay, bunny. I’m going to give you everything you need.” He’s slow and careful when he inches closer to your soaking pussy, running his thumb along your lips and dipping in to gently rub your clit.

He teases you for a long while, staring into your eyes when he dips two fingers in your hole easily due to how wet you are. He’s slow and methodical as he slips in another finger, kissing your cheeks every so often to catch stray tears. When he finally decides you’ve had enough teasing he starts thrusting his fingers faster, crooking them upwards to hit your special spot.

It doesn’t take long at all for you to cum, both because of James’ expert fingering and because of his husky voice whispering praises in your ear. And it’s an intense orgasm, your body going so far as to squirt liquid all over his hand.

It does take a bit for you to come down from your high, your mind is too clouded and fuzzy from pleasure. But when you do come to your senses you’re in the bathtub, your back to his chest as you soak in the warm water. James’ hands are on your stomach, rubbing over it as though it holds a priceless gem.

And, to be fair, there is. The little baby growing inside you is going to be the most loved child in the world.

“James?” Your voice is soft, not wanting to disturb the peace.

“Yes, bunny?” He kisses your neck, and you lean against him further.

“What, um—“ You wiggle a little, feeling his now only semi-hard cock against your lower back. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me,” James hums, suckling at your skin. “Tonight is about you, pretty mama.”

You’ll never understand how it’s possible to love someone as much as you love James, let alone be loved by such a perfect man, but you won’t question it.

tagging: @hisredheadedgoddess28

[j0kers-light]

Innocent!reader , wearing a summer dress (I know it’s December 😭) , and not being aware of its effect on joker . Please bring back innocent!reader , need more of her 😭🩷🩷

His Lighthouse: Summatime Fine (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Summatime Fine - Oneshot

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It’s the long awaited return of innocent!reader! Joker's sweet girl is finally back in this long awaited part two!

Its not December anymore anon and I am terribly sorry for filling this ask so late. I come bearing a lil something something as a thank you for your patience! I encourage you to listen to the song that inspired me to write this oneshot! Enjoy! 💖✨

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You are a f__king tease and the worst part? You were completely unaware of the effect you had on Joker.

He thought he purged that blissfully ignorant demeanor of yours, but alas you were still a virgin at heart. A part of him loved it— another wanted to fully corrupt you until nothing innocent remained. Yet you were still his sweet little doll he so desperately wanted to defile.

Your childlike view of the world was so painstakingly cute, it made him want to vomit. Your natural kindness practically begged him to destroy it. Would it be wrong if he spoiled the secrets of your youth? Santa wasn’t real, neither was the Easter bunny and gasp! Okay, he’d let you keep the tooth fairy. That one was too cute to ruin.

He loved exchanging your baby teeth for jewelry and other pretty things. Granted that it fit under your pillow.

Joker found it his mission to protect your naivety from the gruesome world. The extremely sheltered childhood you endured molded you into the person you were today. Joker could live out the rest of his days in your pink little bubble, but he knew that was impossible with his lifestyle.

You were still shy and bashful, uncertain of your own body, but the worst of them all—you were unaware of the control you held over Joker.

If you batted your lashes, he was a goner—forever doomed to follow behind you like a lovesick puppy, wagging his tail. He could come to terms better if you were intentionally trying to seduce him. He could fight back if you were in on this game of cat and mouse but that wasn’t the case.

Your body was still a prize to be had and poor naïve you did not know that the situations you put yourself in were utter torture to Joker.

Getting stuck in the dryer with just your butt sticking out? Stretching on the couch and practically pushing your breasts in his face? Or when you knelt on the floor with your mouth wide open begging for cock?

Okay, maybe that last one was a fap dream, but still!

How did you not know what you were doing to him? You still went about the apartment cooking and cleaning in those skimpy clothes, and he loved how you still bit your lip and looked away whenever he gave you a compliment.

You adored his silly jokes and that smile of yours would always make him a simp. He took your virginity, yet nothing really changed about you.

Your stupid parents protected you from anything remotely sexual and it was now Joker’s job to educate you. And boy did he have his work cut out.

He would try and instigate things, whether smacking your behind as you walked past or palming your breasts mid make out sessions, all to no avail. One night Joker dry humped you right to the edge of bliss only for you to fall asleep, leaving him raging hard and dumbfounded.

He couldn’t believe you fell asleep during foreplay. It was a blow to his ego and he had no other choice but to jerk off and fall sleep, questioning if he could put up with this for much longer.

He had to take a step back and remember your lack of experience. You didn’t know that you were horny and even after a trip to the clinic, you were still clueless.

You were a child compared to his extensive knowledge of sex. If Joker didn’t tell you his intentions outright, then his dirty comments and attempts at flirting would go through one ear and out the other.

Despite all of this, his little Bunny was smart. You craved knowledge on this secret world of sex—your subconscious actions proved that much; and what better teacher than himself?

Your first night was all about you but Joker wanted to change that. He wanted to test your skills giving pleasure. He remembered the promise he made, ‘I’ll let ya have a uhh, taste, another day Bunny.’

He was a man of his word and let you explore.

Joker was amazed to discover that you lacked a gag reflex and loved the taste of his cum. It was only natural that he teased you about it. “My sweet girl don’tcha re-mem-ber? You gave me such an attitude about how you taste. What was it? Uhh tangy and salty?”

You reminisced back to the night that you lost your virginity. Joker kissed you after eating you out (much to your disgust) and now you felt embarrassed for subconsciously craving his cum.

“I wonder.... what do I taste like, sweet girl?” Joker purred.

His words always made you feel funny.

It happened to be a kink of yours Joker explained. An idea, thing, or act that made you aroused. Every night it seemed you added more and more to your growing list.

And Joker’s influence didn’t stop there. He took educating you very seriously and found informative sex-ed material for you to read in your downtime. He wanted you to know about your anatomy and how to take care of it.

Your parents should’ve been the ones teaching you this stuff but alas.. They were absolute morons.

It was embarrassing to learn about your own body another person (even worse from a man), but you were grateful that Joker took the time and cared enough to do it.

You didn’t want to imagine the alternative of being taken advantage of due to your lack of experience. Joker was a bit rough but what else did you expect from him? It could have been a lot worse.

It was a miracle that he took the time to talk you through every step of sex and then exposed you to the wonders of aftercare.

You couldn’t ask for a better partner. It was why you did well to study hard and learn everything that you could. You actually looked forward to ‘pop quiz’ days. For obvious reasons.

Joker made you lie back on his chest in front of your giant floor length mirror. When you were in position with your legs spread wide open, the test would begin. “Mmm, whaT is this?”

You squirmed as his fingers stroked your outer lips in a v shape, making them slick with your juices. “It’s ah! That’s my labia!”

You felt, more than heard Joker’s approving hum and he didn’t waste any time finding the next body part to quiz you on.

Joker forced you to keep your eyes open and pay attention despite the overwhelming pleasure. He would bite your neck if it took you too long to remember. The sharp pain did little to jog your brain nor did his fingertips rubbing fast circles on your bundle of nerves.

“I think you know what this is.” He laughed as you jerked wantonly in his hold.

Try as you might, you couldn’t answer, especially not when Joker plunged two fingers deep into your pussy and started thrusting them. “What is this, hey shushhhh... hush now doll. Focus. What is this spongy... sensitive... ooey gooey spot that’s melt~ting under my touch?”

So what if you failed that night’s pop quiz? You disqualified yourself by cumming but you still felt like a winner.

Slowly but surely Joker was introducing you to the ways of sex with new and exciting lessons. Soon you would be the insatiable vixen he secretly desired.

If only you would cooperate. It seemed like after sex was over, you were back to your shy, timid self—hiding underneath the covers and asking J, “Did I do okay?”

All he could do was chuckle under his breath ‘It's always the shy ones,’ before tackling you with kisses.

His Princess was a handful yet no one else would have the honor of knowing you so intimately. Joker would kill anyone who dared try. Over time he coped with the fact that you would always be his sweet girl, as innocent as spring.

Which is why he dedicated himself to protecting you. Somehow you convinced J to visit a farmer’s market with you in the Cauldron.

It was a beautiful day out and the people milling around the market brought a lively festive atmosphere to the area.

The crowd was tolerable, but Joker was being a grumpy stick in the mud, preferring to be holed up in an underground hideout or better yet, in your apartment, far away from others. The things he did to make you happy. However, it wasn’t all terrible.

The crowd was an insignificant backdrop when his sweet girl dressed up to the nines stole the show. It took you almost an hour to doll yourself up, but he very much appreciated the final product. You were the focal point in all your beauty.

Your colored skin was fitted with your signature hue of bubblegum pink. Today’s summer dress had detailing that followed the curve of your back right down the bodice. He loved the puffy sleeves and the swooped neckline on you.

You had stopped to quite literally smell the roses, while Joker counted the buttons down your back. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen...

“J? Did you hear me?” Your sweet voice danced on the wind right into his ear. There was never a time that Joker wasn’t laser focused on you. As if he’d miss a single word you said.

“Uhhhh, yeah.” He fished out a dub for you, “Here, pretty girl.”

Ugh you loved the numerous pet names he held for you. Of course, he valued you as a person and knew your real name, but sweet girl, princess, and bunny just sparked something in you. It made you feel special.

You smiled wide and turned back around to exchange the twenty dollar bill with the vendor. It didn’t dawn on you that Joker gave you real money—the both of you were too distracted to make it into a big deal.

Little did you know, Joker was analyzing in the bun you styled your hair in. It was so perfect, not a single strand out of place. You even wore a cute pearl bow as a functional hair clip. Everything matched to create a timeless look.

He stole gifted you a pair of pearl earrings and they glistened each time you moved your head. The cutout of your dress made it impossible to wear a bra, but Joker was taller than you and could see straight down your front. Your tits looked good from any angle.

Random people in the crowd admired the living doll walking amongst them and if not for your scary guard dog (ahem Joker) anyone brave enough could’ve walked up and hit on you.

That would never happen on his watch. Only he could have you.

Joker invested so much into you; it would be a shame for some lesser man to enjoy the fruits of his labor. Joker didn’t care how he looked glued to your side; he wasn’t leaving.

You were all dressed up in pink and ballerina heels with your tall, imposing boyfriend cloaked in black and metal. A grunge king with his ethereal princess. You and Joker were opposites in so many ways, yet the relationship just worked.

He loved seeing the innocent wonder shine through your e/c eyes as he explained different kinds of knives and torture methods, and you enjoyed helping him stir cake batter after the horrific lesson. Nothing he did scared you away. J could do no wrong in your sheltered eyes.

Speaking of your innocence, it was tangible in the afternoon air. It must’ve been the way the sun beamed down on you like a spotlight or perhaps it was the dress you were wearing. Either way, Joker couldn’t stop staring.

How could he ignore the way you wore your hair? You carried yourself with a regal splendor, even if you were self-conscious almost all of the time. You were quite the sight to be seen in his opinion.

You thanked the stall owner and lifted your new bouquet of flowers to your nose.

You took in the delicate scent; Joker drank in the sight of you. Times like this he wished he carried that Polaroid camera with him more often. He could take a thousand pictures of you and still fail to capture your beauty properly.

It was the little things you did that made him want to stay with you. If he lost you? No. He didn’t want to consider the possibility. He was already insane; you were the only thing keeping him from turning into a killing machine. You and your infinite beauty, he could barely breathe right while in your presence.

You were caught in a ray of sunlight and Joker’s eyes widened in awe. Those sunlit eyes of yours… they could rival the world’s finest gems.

And somehow you were blissfully ignorant of the destruction that one single look from you could inflict. Hence the state Joker found himself in.

“Is there something wrong, J? Your eyes look really spacey.” You lowered your flowers and devoted your full attention on Joker.

And that seemed to make the situation worse. Undiscovered shades of green swirled within Joker’s eyes. He was most definitely spaced out and you were to blame. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He swore under breath and grabbed your hand. You yelped and tried your best to keep up with Joker’s long strides in your dainty heels. A few people looked on in concern, but none dared to speak up against Joker.

He was a man on a mission.

There weren’t that many options at this dumb farmer’s market, but he’d make do. He had to.

“J-J.. where are you taking us?” You gasped as he shoved the nearby park’s restroom door open and flung you inside.

The lock dial turned to occupied and his mask was ripped off. Then it was just you and Joker in the cramped public bathroom.

It wasn’t what he had in mind and definitely not the best locale, judging by your adorable pout. Both of you knew that you deserved better accommodations than this.

You didn’t have a chance to argue since Joker backed you into the door to cup your face. Your flowers fell from your grasp in order to hold onto Joker’s hair.

His kisses had a way of erasing your thoughts. Your only brain function was breathing and moving your lips to match Joker’s urgent pace.

He devoured you whole and only pulled back to catch his breath. “I need ya. Right. Now.”

He was already lifting your dress up when you replied, “H-Here?” You glanced around the stall in open disgust. Surely, he was joking. His devilish smile said otherwise.

“Are you wet for me, baby doll? Lemme check.” Joker dropped to his knees and grinned, finding a wet spot already ruining your panties.

Your mouth might deny, deny, deny but your body craved J without a doubt.

Joker peeled your panties to the side and lapped at your juices. Your instincts cautioned you to be quiet, (this was a public place after all) but Joker reached up and pulled your hand away from your mouth.

“None of that, doll. I wanna hear ya. Cry out if it uh, feels good. I know it doesss.” He resumed his focus back on your pussy and indulged himself like a starved man.

Joker’s loud slurps and eager swallows filled the hollowed room and forced you to hold onto his hair for balance. You refused to touch anything inside this place for support.

The back of your head banged against the door, “J, it feels weird.. please I can’t..”

He pulled away to lock eyes with you. “Aht ahttt. You know better, Princess. If you’re gonna cum, then... use your uhh, big girl words, ‘n tell me. None of that shy girl s__t.”

You totally forgot about Joker’s rules in the throes of passion. You were educated now, so he expected you to speak accordingly.

You mentally corrected yourself. Your pussy felt weird because Joker was eating you out with every intention of making you climax on his face. Now if only you could articulate that out loud..

He flicked his tongue against your clit, causing you to lose your train of thought. It only took a moment, but you cried out and came over Joker's tongue. He was upset that you didn’t express yourself more, but he still growled in delight before cleaning up his treat.

He stood up and bent down towards you, but you turned your head away, “Eww no kisses!!”

Now that got a laugh from your clown. You still thought your own cum was yucky. He was still chuckling to himself as he undid his belt. The sharp chime it made always got your attention.

You raised an eyebrow when he began grinding his hard on into your thigh. “J-Joker?” Did he not get what he wanted?

“I saidddddd. I need ya, Y/n. It’ll be quick, I p-prom— oh f__k!” Joker moaned mid-sentence, feeling your wet pussy welcoming his dick inside. It felt like coming home after a long day, you were amazing.

You knew how big Joker was, you held his girth in your hands before. He was a big boy and yet he respected the size difference every time the two of you joined. Slow and steady was the game until he was flush with your hips.

He would remain there until you nodded that it was okay to move.

Just because you were no longer a virgin didn’t mean your pussy could accommodate him so quickly. There would always be a stretch to fight through and overcome. But after a while, you gave him the green light to start.

It felt criminal to depart from your warmth, but that delicious friction was sought after by the both of you. The first few thrusts were always the most intense and your toes curled in your heels as Joker pistoled back inside you with a guttural groan. He readjusted his grip on you right before he pulled out again—only to bottom out at a snail’s pace. The heavy drag of him brushing against your walls was just too good to rush.

Now that Joker pinned you to the door, you could cling onto his shoulders and relax.

You trusted him to hold you steady, like he’d ever let you fall. He loved how you buried your face into his shoulder when it became too much. It gave him the perfect opportunity to kiss along your neck and coo in your ear.

“M’sorry, Princess. I just need to.. I just need. Agh, I can’T.. get enough of ya.” Joker groaned into your ear.

His pace suddenly picked up and rattled the door against your back with each powerful thrust. Should anyone walk by the park restroom, it was obvious what was happening inside. That thought made you gush even more on Joker who immediately took notice.

“Look at yoooooooou my pretty. Little. Slut. Taking cock in some uh, public stall. You that needy doll?” His grip tightened on your waist as he sped up even more. You swore you could feel him hitting your brain, he was so deep.

The wet slap of his balls repeatedly hitting your thighs rang out in the empty stall. There was no way you were walking out of here and Joker knew it.

But how dare he blame this on you? You were minding your own business at the market before he dragged you in here! You had to put your foot down. “No! Ah, y-you’re the needy one, J!”

He was too far gone in your pussy to hear your weak cries but you finally got his attention by clenching down on his dick. He shuddered to a standstill before regaining his momentum. There was no way you were becoming self-aware of your charms and using them against him. Joker glanced your way, only to find that you were already staring at him.

He couldn’t take your fluttering walls and your smoldering eyes.

Both were just too much so he buried his face in your neck. “I know, sweet girl! J-Just uh.. f__k, meeee. Why are you soooo tight?” Joker had to catch his breath and get your permission. “I need ya to cum, Princess. Ya got one more?”

Two orgasms seemed to be your limit and it was sweet enough of Joker to ask if you could cum again instead of expecting it from you. He made sure you stayed hydrated to get the most out of your big O’s.

At this point you were cock drunk, so he took your subby uh huh’s as a yes and smiled wide. “Atta girl, go on... don’t be... nghh, shy bunny. Let me have itttt.”

The audible slaps, Joker’s praise in your ear, and the eye rolling thrusts he pounded into your pussy, it was all too much to handle.

Your whole body shook in Joker’s hold as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your nails punctured holes in his jacket, not that he minded, and you crossed your ankles over his back—locking him right where you wanted him to be.

It was a nonverbal signal for him to let go and cum inside.

Joker chanted your name as each rope of cum shot into your cunt. He never came this much; it was making him dizzy, however his grip on your never faltered. The last thing he would ever do was drop his Princess regardless of his physical state. He just sagged his weight onto the door, squishing you further into the hard surface.

The room was quiet save for the collective pants of air you and Joker took. You breathed in his exhale and vice versa until he leaned back to gaze into your eyes.

He wasn’t surprised to find they were heart shaped and hazy. He had no doubt that his were similar. “You feelin’ alright, doll?”

Was he kidding? You felt amazing! At least, the parts that you could feel. There was a numb, tingling buzz spreading throughout your body after such a powerful orgasm. You were in the arms of your lover riding your afterglow; there was no doubt you were satisfied.

You caressed Joker’s scars with a big smile. It slipped your mind that he was the one that instigated this interaction. But almost like clockwork, the sex was over, and you were reverting back to your naïve ways.

“I want strawberries, J.”

Joker almost dropped you after hearing that.

Only his sweet girl would blurtout something so random after sex. He wheezed out a laugh and with great care, carried you over to the sink area.

You made a noise upon contact and Joker rolled his eyes at your inner germaphobe having a conniption. It was too little, too late to be acting out. You did just have sex with him in a public bathroom after all.

“Calm down, Bunny. We’ll uhh, clean you up, later. Lemme fix ya back pretty. Mkay?” He waited until you pouted and eventually nodded before starting.

Joker wetted a wad of paper towels and wiped your pussy and inner thighs as best he could. The soap was abysmal, so he went without. Your panties were soiled with his cum, but it wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last occurrence. Joker secretly liked you walking around with a reminder of what he did to you.

Joker was fixing you back presentable when you batted your lashes at him. “Okay.... I still want strawberries. Can I get some, J?”

He was still confused. How could your mind quickly bounce from sex to fruit? “Huh?”

“J.... listen! I saw some fresh strawberries at the farmer’s market like a few stalls down. Can you buy me a pint? Ooh and replace my flowers? You.... you um stepped on them when you...”

The tips of your ears turned red and Joker knew why. It was far too easy to tease you.

He tipped your chin up, “When I whaT, Bunny?” A quick glance over at the floor revealed the trampled flowers underfoot.

You didn’t need to explain. They were no doubt a victim of his efforts to pound into you without abandon. The flowers were replaceable and judging by your watery eyes, he’d better buy you new ones and fresh strawberries or he wouldn’t hear the end of it. Whatever his sweet girl wants, she gets. That was his motto from the very beginning, and he considered himself a man of his word.

Joker sighed to himself, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Let's go get my gooo~oood girl a reward then we’ll errr head on home, ‘kay? I might get ya dirty again before I get ya all cleaned up.”

“How does that sound, Princess?” Joker bopped you on the nose. Your bashful nod was your only response. Now that wouldn’t do!

He bent down to kiss your cheek, making sure that the exaggerated mwah got a response out of you. Just his luck, it did. He smiled wide at the peal of laughter you let out. “Okay!”

His sweet girl laughing was the best sound in the world.  

[princessbrunette]

at a carnival thinking abt carny jj who lets u take home the big prizes even if you lose

wait like jj working the stalls? 🥺 that’s so cute, like a lil summer job for him to make a few bucks n you come to visit him at work, arriving at the tent as a kid walks off in tears cos they didn’t win and jj’s just like “my bad lil dude, maybe next time…” 😭

and then u arrive just looking so pretty :(( saying you’ll try his game since you’re there, and ofc the thing is rigged asf so you don’t win… and you just shrug it off with an embarrassed smile and he’s like “hey, hey—” yanking a giant pink fluffy bunny off the wall and handing it to you over the stall. “i dunno, looked like a win to me.” sending you a sneaky little wink before turning around to serve another family who arrived at his stall 🥺

[sleepysloth99]

Quick random music headcanons about Tfrb people. Starting with the Burns family.

Disclaimer: Crude humor. Especially fucking Your Favorite Martian😭

Charlie Burns

Etta James

Paul Anka

The Beatles

He tried to listen to his kids' tastes in music.... just smile and nod.

His favorite song is "I'd Rather Be Blind" by Etta James because it played in a bar when he met his wife back in college.

Kade Burns

Cigarettes After Sex

Arctic Monkeys

Your Favorite Martian

He listens to Britney Spears on the downlow but Heatwave knows.... and he picks on him about it nonstop. Jokes on him though since Kade got to go see Britney Spears live after betting on which lobster can fly the highest.

His favorite song is "Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby" by Cigarettes After Sex. It makes him think of Hayley. Also "My Balls" by Your Favorite Martian.... he may or may not have sent it to Hayley when she went away for schooling. Don't worry, she found it funny.

Dani Burns

Marina and the Diamonds

Lana Del Rey

Lil Mariko

She snuck out at 16 to see Marina perform live at the Griffin Rock stadium with her friend. She got busted and grounded, but at least Charlie never found out about that beer incident...

Her favorite song is "SIMP" by Lil Mariko and she WILL blast that shit in Blades' body till he memorizes the song.

Graham Burns

Lemon Demon

Joji

Skeeter Davis

He had a hardcore vocaloid weeb phase when he was 14 and Kade still taunts him till this day about his first "waifu." (It was Meiko.) Good thing Kade has a secret picture of Graham snuggling his Meiko plushie while he was sleeping when he was 14.... oh, and he had braces.

His favorite song is "1 AM FREESTYLE" by Joji because he is lowkey angsting in the corner. (Why does he always look so sad?😭)

Cody Burns

He's a swiftie all the way and refuses to take any teasings from Kade over it.

Wallows

Beach Bunny

The day his dad surprised him with tickets to see Taylor Swift he actually cried. He really loved his 13th birthday. He even got to meet Taylor and has her autograph!

His favorite song is "Love Story" by Taylor Swift.

A/N:

Someone edited Cody with a Taylor Swift song and ever since then, Cody being a Swiftie just... made sense to me. I may do a pt 2 with other characters. Maybe even make playlists from Spotify and link them here!

[lizzy-pop]

𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐮𝐧.

Ler: Ragatha Lee: Jax(SFW! NOT A SHIP

Summary: Jax put another “surprise“ in Ragatha’s room again, so she thought it was time for some revenge.

A/N: I have never wrote a fanfic before, sorry if this sucks 😭✌️

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Jax had just finished up putting a few centipedes under Ragatha’s pillow, and now he was locking her door and strutting away, whistling. He came across her on his way back to the main stage. “Hey Jax! Where were you?” Ragatha stopped him to ask. “Oh nowhereee just.. giving somebody a lil’ surprise!” Jax grins, causing Ragatha to lift an eyebrow in response. “Okayy.. I’m gonna go to my room for a bit, see you later.” She says before walking off suspiciously.

Moments later, Ragatha’s scream is heard throughout the whole tent as Jax tried to suppress his giggles. “JAX!!!” She screams as she stomps over to Jax, fuming. “Woah, woah, cool yourself, sweetheart!” He smiles cheekily. Ragatha takes a deep breath before glaring daggers at him, “This is the second time you’ve done this! You are so— childish!!” While Ragatha is waving her hands like crazy, she accidentally strokes Jax’s side, making him tense up and squeak quietly. Once she notices she stops waving her hands and a look of concern washes over her. “Jax? What happened? Did I hurt you?” He shakes his head, “Uh— no, no, you just— nevermind.” He stuttered to finish the sentence, what was he supposed to say? “It just really tickled?” No way! That would be the end of him if he admitted being ticklish. Ragatha squints her eyes and scans Jax for a moment, before gasping and smirking. “Jax, are you ticklish?!” She asks giddily. Jax nearly jumps out of his fur at the question. “I- uh- no!—yes-maybe..?” If he could blush, he’d be cherry red by how embarrassed he was now. “Ohoh, you better run, rabbit.“ Ragatha cracked her knuckles. Jax’s eyes widened as he began to full sprint through the halls “run rabbit, run~“ Jax heard Zooble tease, who had watched the whole thing.

Jax rolled his eyes and eventually slid around a corner, hiding behind a barrel. “Please dont find me, please dont find me,“ Jax whispered to himself over and over. Just as he thought he might get away with it, Ragatha kicked down the barrel infront of him and grins. “cant get away that easy~“ He scoots backward on the ground and puts his hand out, “back, foul beast!!“ Ragatha rolls her eyes and pins Jax down, snickering as he squirmed like a madman under her grip. She was surprisingly strong for a doll, making Jax even more stressed that he couldnt get out when(if~) he wanted to. “Ragatha, rags, pal, gal, bud, we can talk about this!“ He begins to panic and try to pull his arms down. “what is there to talk about?~“ she smirks and holds her free hand on his ribs teasingly, making the poor rabbit shriek and try to shove her off. “nononononono! Uh- I promise never to put c-centiPEDes in your room again!“ He jerks his torso away from her sudden poke to his side, getting a giggle out of Ragatha. “Now we both know you aren’t keeping that promise, Jax.“ He lets out a snicker and rolls his eyes “Ihit’s funny, what can I say?~“ Ragatha glares at him. “You’re not helping your case!“ she squeezes his hip, earning a shriek and a quiet giggle out of him. “D-Doll face, Ihi will kihill you!“ He squirms, barely holding back giggles of suspension. “thats not very nice, bunny~“ Ragatha begins spidering up and down his stomach.

“Nohoho!! I tahake it back, Ragahahahatha!!“ he squeals and giggles uncontrollably. “Wow, Jax. I thought you were 100% ler!“ He attempts to roll his eyes at the tease, but ends up squeezing them shut and going into hysterics when Ragatha begins clawing at his underarms. “EhhehEHEhahha!! Nohoho!! RahAHAGathaHA, not thehERE!“ he kicks as tears of mirth begin to form. “Aww, did I find the rabbits weak spot?~“ she giggles and continues poking and clawing at his underarms. “Not yet.“ Gangle interrupts. “I found out about this a while ago, his tickle spot is the back of his neck. Oh, and he’s enjoying every moment of this. Its not punishment to him.“ Ragatha gasps dramatically, “You like this, bunny?!“ Jax hides his face in his arm, subtly nodding. Gangle smiles, “your welcome, Ragatha.“ she says as she walks away quietly. Ragatha smirks at Jax and pauses her attack, grinning. “Gahangle is a traitohor..“ he accuses, letting out breathy giggles. “Well, now that I know I will 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 tickle you more!“ she smiles and begins to turn him over, gaining acces to his weak spot. “ohoh s[#%]t.“ Jax immediately scrunched up his neck. “Is the big bad bunny afraid of a little bit of tickling?~“ she teases, giggling.

“Shuhut the f[#%]k up and just do ihit.“ Jax commands, aggrovated. “Wow, you want me to tickle you that ba-- ow! Okay, okay!“ Ragatha rolls her eyes “no kicking!“ He snickers under his breath. Ragatha grins and begins tickling the back of Jax’s neck softly but well enought to drive him up the wall. “SohoHOFter is wohohohorse, thIHIhis is eheHEAhaha tohoHOrture!!“ He kicks his feet and shrieks each time she speeds up. “And yet you haven’t told me to stop, even once~” she teases, now beginning to tickle harder and quicker. “EheheEHAhahaHAheh!!! HohOHOly s[#%]t!!” His giggles slowly grow louder and more intense by the minute, when Ragatha suddenly hits a weak spot on his neck, sending a powerful shriek throughout the entire tent. “NOHOHOHO NOT THERE NOT THERE IHIHIHIM GOHONNA DIE!!” He shrieks, laughing like an idiot. “aha! Theres your weak spot!“ Jax begins hiccuping between laughing fits. “OHOHO*ʰⁱᶜ*MY GAHAAHHAHAD!!!“ Jax screams, trying not to accidentally kick Ragtha in the back. “OHOHOHOKAY OKAY, STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEASE!!“ As soon as she hears him say it, she ceases her tickle attack, leaving him greedily gasping for air.

“Thahat was insahane..“ Ragatha giggles, “Yeah, but you liked it~“ She rubs the back of his neck, getting rid of the phantom tickles. “If you’re in a lee mood, come get me~“ She giggles and walks off.

[tonycries]

TONY! MY HEART, I SAW A THING, AND IT'S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT! Ok, so I was doom scrolling about Jason Todd. Well, I stumbled across this post about how he would bend down to hear your better and JUST IMAGINE ANY OF OUR FINE MEN (incels included) LIKE WE GET ALL RED AND FLUSHED AND THEIR ALL LIKE, "Sorry babe, didn't hear", AND AHHHHH, Like imagine them each having their own little movement. Gojo: would WHOLEY bend over your shoulder. Nanimi: would tilt your head up as he bent down. Ect. JUST IMAGINE that they basically shrug it off and move on, and we're in the corner having to fan ourselves because WOOWEE, that tall fine glass of EVERYTHING came down to face level? Anyways Talk soon Always - bunny Kisses

Oh my god YES whenever a guy does this I swear my legs open themselves up instantly 😭😭 Niagara falls?? Yeah m'gonna show you something similar-

ANYWAY Gojo is a lil' shit so I 1000000% see him doing ts on purpose to fluster you mhm. Same with Toji and Geto lowkey.

Speaking of Geto, when he bends down I bet you get a whiff of his expensive shampoo GAWD 😵‍💫 Nanami's the only nice one but even he has trouble hiding his smile back at how easily you're affected.

N' with our incel boys omg Shiggy does NOT realize it at first he's just like huh weird? Do NOT let this man find out tho, soon enough you'll have him draping himself all over you - even mid convo with someone else, boy has no shame.

[rogdona]

Sorry I missed a few days but here’s another daily doodle!

Im so sorry if he’s not a rabbit, he just looks like one 😭😭

YESSSSSS HES A RABBIT U GOT IT RIGHTTTR❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️ LOVE THE WAY U DREW HIMMMMMMMM💗❤️❤️💗💗❤️💗❤️💗❤️💗❤️💗❤️💗❤️ U CAPTURED HIM PERFECTLY AUFIRJRJFJF LOVE HIS LIL EYE SMILE♥️💕♥️💕♥️💕🌺🌹🌺🌹🌷 AND THE BUNNY EDITTTTTT JAHFJFJFJCJJDKFKF♥️🌷♥️🌷♥️🌹♥️🌷♥️🌷🌷♥️ ITS GREAT TYSMMMMMMMM💗♥️💗🌷💗♥️💗♥️💗♥️💗♥️HERES A VICTORIA FOR UUU

[gojou-violin]

I apologize, I don’t know who made this art, but I need to share it for thoughts ok 😭 I’m so obsessed with the idea of bunny!hybrid Deku, I genuinely think I’m gonna start going insane. Like I’m foaming at the mouth.

I just imagine you come home one day, calling out for him, only to not hear anything back. You go to check in the bedroom. He’s laying there in bunny form, his wittle nose buried in the sheets to stay warm, his ears laying back to show that he’s dead asleep and has been for quite some time.

So you go to over to him. You crouch by the side of the bed and start to gently scratch between his ears and kiss the top of his cute bunny head while cooing him awake. With a yawn and a tap of his foot, he wakes up, looking at you, only to realize that you’re much bigger than he is, which means he must’ve shifted into bunny form when he was sleeping 🥺 He gets all embarrassed and hides again— But you keep kissing him while telling him that it’s okay. You think he’s adorable. He shouldn’t rush to getting back into human form. It’s okay. He starts to sniff your arm. His lil bunny nose is twitching like crazy.

You get the hint and lift him into your arms. He’s so small 🥺 His green fur is so so soft 🥺 And he just immediately plops in your arms like a baby. His stomach is up, his legs in the air, ears flung over your forearm/elbow, and he’s slowly closing his eyes again. You wanna spoil your boy, so you go to make snacks for when he’ll wake up— Transforming into bunny form is easy for him, but transforming back into human form has always been difficult. It’s so strenuous. He gets tired and weak whenever it happens, so having his favorite snacks readily available to regain his strength is crucial.

So while he’s falling asleep as he’s cradled in one of your arms, you use the other to put snacks together for him 🥺🥺🥺 Sweet, sweet boy. His leg kicks every so often when something happens in his dreams. He gets a cute lil sneeze at one point that wakes him up briefly. You give him a baby carrot to chew on to help him relax again. 🥺 Oh, my baby 😭😭😭

When the snacks are ready, you scratch his tummy to wake him up again, his leg kicking happily at the touch. You tell him that it’s time as you set him down on the couch, kissing between his ears again as a reassurance that it’ll be alright. It takes him a minute. He’s still sleepy and content with bunny form, but you both know that it’s bad for him to stay in it long term……. When he’s back, his leg is still tapping the couch excitedly, and his bunny ears haven’t gone away at all. You smile and scratch between them. He turns a bright shade of red and tries to hide his twitching nose in his shoulder, but you tilt his head up by the chin and kiss him, telling him how much you love him and how lucky you are to have him 😭😭😭😭

As he’s enjoying his snacks, he’s half awake while allaying in your arms. Your lil bunny 🥺

[vampcubus]

Hi, same anon from before who sent the TikTok! I was truly kicking my feet and giggling like a lil maniac watching that Izuku edit 🤭🤭🤭

You and me are the same!! I got dragged back into my MHA hyperfixation 😭 Anyways, after seeing that catboy post of yours, I got inspired to write a bunny hybrid Izuku drabble instead, so here you go <3 I’m not sure I sent this to you already, or if I’m thinking of another person entirely but I hope you enjoy anyways??

— Roseberry anon (if it’s not already taken)

Drabble starts below vv

CW: Sub!Izuku, hybrid behavior, heat/ruts, breeding

Thinking of bunny hybrid Izuku who’s so shy around you, his new owner, for the first few days or so. Thinking about how his long ears stand on high alert, or twitch downwards when you come near him. So skittish, yet curious at the same time; his eyes never straying from your form when you walk around your apartment, in which you’ve been so kind to give him his own room, his own big, comfortable bed. And even though he’s a bit wary at first, he never fails to thank you for your kindness, his hands wringing themselves together as he endearingly thanks you for making him his favorite food, or giving him extra materials for his bedding.

And eventually, over the next couple of weeks, he warms up to you, becoming clingy, wanting to have his possessions scented by you, to be surrounded by you because you bring him comfort in every aspect of his life. He can’t help but to hop in place, a wide smile pushing dimples into his freckled cheeks as he excitedly welcomes you home. You giggle at his adorable actions, at the way his cotton ball tail is constantly twitching and wiggling. It’s this sight that causes you to reach out and touch the fluffy appendage, without much thought. And to your utmost delight, Izuku’s face goes bright red, his eyes becoming round as coins as his breath hitches cutely and his tail twitches once, twice in your hold. Testing the waters, you squeeze experimentally and Izuku lets out the most adorable whimper you’ve ever heard, one of his scarred hands shooting out to feebly grasp at your forearm. Though, it wasn’t to pull you away, but rather to encourage you, to ask for more of your delicious touch.

And after this, Izuku’s still so shy, except this time, he’s shy when asking for more of your touch, for your help during his painful ruts. Ruts that make him think only of you, your lips kissing him, and your fingers trailing down his heated body, all the way to his sensitive cock. It makes him delirious, makes him want to do anything you ask of him, if only you keep making him feel this damn good. In times like this, he doesn’t know whether he wants to breed you, or for you to breed him; his hips present themselves to you while he’s on all fours, his tail twitching sporadically and his ears flopped over to cover his burning cheeks as he pushes his ass back invitingly, mewling and crying out for you. It’s something you can never deny, something you always give in to, because how could you ever not? Especially when he looks back at you, his eyebrows tilted up in bliss, his mouth set in a cute pout as his hand reaches back towards you to once again set your fingers onto his fluffy tail, a breathy whine escaping him afterwards with tears beginning to dot along his lash line. Under your ownership, you take care of your cute bunny hybrid to the best of your abilities, and if he asks you to fuck him silly until the only thing he remembers is your name, then so be it. It’s a win-win scenario after all.

NONNIE YOU PUT YOUR WHOLE PUSSY INTO THIS. I'M SALIVATING!! MAKIN' ME WANNA WRITE FOR HIM AGAIN SO BAD. you know what you're doin' comin' in here and presenting such a meal as this, and with bunzuku no less! you're not slick 😤 (but i'm slick cus this is so hot) for shame! (please feed me more 🧎‍♀️)

curse you (thank you for your service 🙇‍♀️)

[ddejavvu]

omg ok I’d never thought of bunny! hybrid before but bunny!reader and eddie I feel like would have a similar dynamic of fairy!reader and eddie where he’s like patiently having to be like “love you can’t have your full face smashed up against mine” and being a little bit soft domestic dom, but bunny!reader is more cheeky than fairy and purposefully is a lil shit and when eddie gets peeved she just smiles up at him with her ears perked up and all smiles and he just has to huff and playfully tug/boop her tail 🥹🐰🥰

YES :( bunny!reader just loves eddie so much she doesn't understand why she can't crawl inside of his skin 😭 but once she learns what she's not supposed to do, she does it more >:) ohhh, she shouldn't bite eddie's fingers?? well they've got teeth marks all over them. oops! she's not supposed to catapult herself onto him on the bed either, but guess what she's doing right now :) and when she goes a liiiittle too far and has him staring down at her with narrowed eyes (not a glare, never a glare), she just grins and holds her ears high and he huffs like 'no fair >:('

[captainnameless]

Unfortunately the Michael + Seb brain rot has consumed me and I can’t think about anything else 

Would love to hear more thoughts about them if you feel like it :) totally okay if not

If you want a prompt: Japan 2007

Seb crashed into Mark taking both of them out under the safety car (which is sad because Seb was running 3rd in a toro rosso and everyone was super impressed). Mark was fuming and apparently Seb cried in the garage because he cost both teams points and poor bub was just so stressed and upset 😭 

How did Michael deal with that meltdown?

nooooooooo bc imagine this tiny 20-year old who just got promoted to Toro Rosso with just the world to carry on his shoulders still 😭

It’s a horrible life, Sebastian decides as he’s waiting for Michael to finish his conversation with Franz Tost; it’s cold, it’s raining, he turned a potential podium into a DNF and he just got the chewing out of a lifetime from Mark Webber.

There’s hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes that he stubbornly wipes away with the back of his sleeve, he peeks over at Michael just when the elder looks at him and his face must be telling, because even Franz looks sympathetic now. He doesn’t hear their goodbye’s, but notices the body language change before Michael’s striding over to him, wrapping an arm along his shoulders and guiding him out the motorhome.

It’s still pissing down rain, at least the tears escaping his eyes won’t be as noticeable, Sebastian thinks while Michael gets out the umbrella, starts walking somewhere Sebastian blindly follows. He wishes desperately he could just curl up into Michael’s chest, but can’t, he does lean into the elder a bit more, almost stumbling over his own feet.

Michael just tightens his hold, quietly shushes the distressed sound that leaves Sebastian. “Almost at the car.” He soothes.

Quicker than Sebastian’s expected he’s being buckled into the passenger seat, Michael’s thumb wiping at the tears on his cheeks before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “No more tears.” He hums before fumbling around a bag, tossing Sebastian his childhood plush that he’s been carrying around forever.

Sebastian snatches it up, presses his face into the soft fur of the bunny while his fingers tangle into both of the ears. He barely registers the ride home.

“Still breathing?” Michael asks when he gently pulls the plush from Sebastian’s face, offering another kiss for the great disservice that apparently is.

“You frown like that long enough you’ll face will get stuck.” Michael hums, pressing a kiss to Sebastian’s eyebrows before pulling him out of the car.

Back at the hotel Sebastian’s forced into a hot shower, while Michael promises him tea. He knows Michael always brings tea from home, so he agrees to the deal.

When he gets out of the shower Michael’s already made himself comfortable on the sofa in the hotel room, the radio’s playing music on the lowest setting and the tea’s already poured into matching cream mugs on the little table.

Sebastian wants to cry again.

“I know,” Michael sighs gently, sits up and opens his arms. “Come here, liebling.”

Sebastian doesn’t need to be told twice, remembers to snatch his lil’ rabbit with him before crashing into Michael’s chest and just crying.

He doesn’t know for how long, but when he’s calmed down enough, Michael reaches over to grab the mug, holds it for Sebastian to sip and it isn’t scalding hot anymore.

“You’re okay.” Michael suits. “It was a mistake, you’ll make a lot more.”

That gets him another frown. Michael laughs. “I made a lot more. I turned out alright.”

Sebastian supposes that’s true, downs the rest of his tea so he can snuggle back into the soft jumper that Michael changed into.

“Mark yelled at me.” He pouts.

“I’ll kick his ass.” Michael offers and it pulls a chuckle from Sebastian.

“What? It’s not like they can give me a penalty.”

Sebastian smiles some more. “I’m glad you’re here.” Because he is, and maybe life isn’t horrible.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

I almost hate how much i switched teams from 2718 to abacus, but its just bc he's new and shiny and pretty and pushy. He stifles autonomy so i know 2817 is better in the long run bc u can reason w him and he puts mcs best interests first. Abacus gives me the kind of vibe that he'd let mc get hurt so long as shes his, and tbh i feel like he might enjoy it? Like he'd like to fix her up and *accidentally* press a lil too hard into her wounds wheras 2718 would just use his abilities so that she wont feel the pain to begin w. That's just my assumption tho given what we've seen. Abacus seem the type to only use his powers thingy to subdue reader.

We know that 2718 has met readers past forms/reincarnation w.e u call it and i originally thought abacus did too. Maybe he was her affair or lover in a previous reincarnation methinks? I just felt like he knows her before. This changed a bit towards the end when they were walkin thru the streets while he was giving her the endoscopy (😮‍💨💦) and we learned just how badly mc is seen. Now im starting to wonder if aba is just greedy n wanted her as his lil disabled spouse genuinely, no past relation. Idk. I still feel like they know each other previously. Or maybe he sensed something abt her back when 2817 brought her in to that place all the way back then. Mc is key to the universe type thing. Doubt that tho.

Neyways i think aba is gnna take her home where he reveals that he not only has four arms, but also two dicks n he's gnna try to fawk her but some event will inconveniently stop him. I also think he lives in an oasis like place, their version of natural wood everywhere, running waterfalls from the cieling, tons of glass that he can mentally control and shatter at will to threaten reader while having a saccharine smile on his face, the works really.

I wnna believe translator(TA) is gnna get 2718 and theyll find mc but now im thinking maybe they might not meet up like that. 2718 might find TA n ditch her to find mc and TA has to scramble to keep up, might even meet her on the way back after 2718 saves the day. Also wondering whts gnna happen to TA bc i dont think anything criminally bad happened to her even tho we heard her screaming. Be real interesting if she were screaming bc 2817 found her and juuuust missed mc and aba. I think when 2718 finds mc and aba they're gnna be familiar w eachother but not fight bc aba is one slippery bastard. Or maybe itll be convenient where aba leaves mc unattended for a bit and someone tries to harm her and then 2718 makes him big appearance, like when mc was first dropped into the world and 2718 saved her. I have more thoughts on that but ive already wrote an essay here and in my other ask 😭

Anywhooo ty fr the chapter, hope your healing well 💕💕💕 -🐰

Damn this sure is a well written essay 😳 its either ur a really good analyst or im just a predictable writer cause it almost seems like u have access to my drafts

Cuase that... Kinda exactly whats gonna happen ngl, its still pretty rough around the edges part 15 is just still in its embryo stage with a 50 word list of whars going to hapoen, but yea it pretty similar to what you just described , havent been writing cause i regained my leg freedom finally and i spent literally every waking hour outside, driving and shit

There is going to be a fawking scene in p15 ill tell u and whoevers reading that. Similar to what you descibe with their anatomy but a little different in sequence of events

Thanks for sending in this ask bunny anon this is so cool and i had a great read ❤️❤️ lovely motivation youve given me and i really appreciatte the essay asks -- like, i appreciate if A LOT actually, thanks for reading language barrier too

[withleeknow]

it's onigiri hours and my jaw actually dropped at this (so yours must too) https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeBLofCL/

(now imagine [skz member] coming back to yours in this fit post-work, hair tousled, tie loosened. I am relentless in dropping these daydream-worthy concepts x)

- 🍙

WHY must you do this to me… i was trying to hold myself together the entire time i was watching the episode yesterday bc JEEZUZ they all just looked so good 😭 and mimo… mimo with his pretty hair and cute giggles and bunny smile 😭 can you imagine the devastation…

i can definitely see your vision and onigiri you really know how to make a girl a lil crazy 🫠

[crinkled-emotions]

OK so the hoodie content has gotten its hooks in me🥰😍

First of all Ouch😭

But also Mav deffo has some other older ones. Imagine him giving one to B when he's a having a really bad time; hurt, nightmares, sick whatever. Like obviously in an attempt to comfort him, but it just makes him remember and he gets all emotional and even more upset 😭

#Bradley needs a hug everyone!

Okay look, I was just gonna reply with lmao mood or something adjacent but then a lil plot bunny smacked me in the face with it's cute lil tail and I went okay yeah sure I'm gonna write a drabble!

(this does mention Dee, but Rooster and Mav are probably the main characters here. I should also mention that while I am going to cover Bradley's anxiety in the Fixin' to Break verse, this drabble is not linked so much as I'm just borrowing the characters for a sec)

(I'll put them back I swear)

(This made me miss my dad and I literally saw him three days ago)

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"I came as soon as I could; it sounded serious- oof!"

Maverick caught Dee when she threw herself into his arms, sniffling as she tried to stop crying.

"Hey, hey; what's wrong? Is it the kids?"

Maverick carefully hugged her back, glancing over his shoulder to see if he could spot the three of them running around. James was asleep in the playpen on the floor, but the two girls were nowhere to be seen.

"It's your kid," Dee whispered hoarsely, sleeve to her face as she tried to wipe the tears threatening to fall. Maverick's eyes widened for a moment, cleared his throat, and then he gestured towards the hallway.

"Is he still in bed?"

"He said his stomach hurts but I'm not buying it."

"Dee?"

Dee shrugged, glancing wistfully over her shoulder toward the stairs leading to their master bedroom suite.

"He's been off the last couple days. He just says he's tired but it's more than that. Feels more like building anxiety. Something's wrong, Mav..."

Maverick frowned for a moment, and then he looked to Dee.

"What's the date?"

"Uhhhh... February 7th- oh, fuck."

Dee and Maverick moved, darting up the stairs together. Dee gently knocked on the bedroom door, poking her head into their room.

"B, you awake? Someone's here for you."

Rooster glanced up from his pillow, putting his phone back on his bedside table.

"Who is it?"

"Hey, kid."

"Mav."

Bradley pulled himself to sit up, drawing his knees to his chest. Dee glanced at the two, and then cleared her throat.

"I'll give you two a minute. Roos, when you're ready, come downstairs and we'll talk."

Rooster nodded, eyes on Maverick the whole time. When the door closed behind Dee, Maverick moved to the bed and sat on the edge.

"I miss her too, kid," he said softly. Bradley sniffed, gaze moving to his knees that he'd drawn to his chest.

"It's not just that. I- I can't hear dad's voice like I used to, and- and sometimes I go to pull that old hoodie out of my closet but then I remember I tore it years ago and I had to throw it out, and that was my last connection to them."

Maverick frowned, running his hand up and down his back.

"That's not your only connection, Roos. I'm connected to them too, and I still remember what your dad's voice sounds like."

Bradley frantically looked away, fighting the tears, so Maverick nudged his leg.

"It's okay to miss them, B, and it's okay to feel like you might be losing them. I'll be here to remind you."

He let out a gasping sob, and Maverick pulled him into a hug.

"Alright, kid, okay," Maverick soothed. While Rooster let out gut-wrenching sobs into his shoulder, he reached for his phone to text Dee. He knew exactly what Rooster needed but he'd need her help to get it.

-

Dee carefully crept into the room, running a hand through her husband's hair and smiling at Maverick.

"Looks like you got through to him."

"Ah, not quite. Did you grab the stuff?"

"I did. Here."

Maverick reached for the jumper, inhaling the scent a little himself. It still had Goose on it, even after nearly thirty-nine years. He carefully pointed the spray of the cologne away from his sleeping godson, lightly covering the fabric in the cologne before tucking it into Bradley's arms. Dee put a hand on Maverick's back.

"I can't thank you enough, I- I was really worried about him."

Maverick nodded up at her, watching Rooster circle his arms around the hoodie.

"I was worried about him too," he confessed. Dee watched them for a minute, sighing.

"I'm just glad he has you. I can't pretend to understand what he's going through, losing both his parents so young-"

"-you don't have to understand it, Dee. Just... be there for him. That's what he needs, more than anything."

-

[sylusjinwoon]

@bunny-kio said:

[My friend made me notice that since p is probably made by the most part of metal it means his hands are cold for most of the time right?🤔 what if when he wants to hold his darling he always has to think about it early so he has time to warm his hands up?😭

with the flamberge arm it would be much easier and fast, but in that case he would get worried its too much heat for your skin 😭

poor mechanical boi learns how to give affection like human but eventually messes up cutely]

this is honestly so cute, like to be honest, i don’t think p would ever use his flamberge arm to warm up his hands, since it would get extremely hot and it could potentially burn his beloved. 

i can see his darling becoming a bit saddened by his distance, and when they finally asks him why he hasn’t been so affectionate lately, he would finally relent and admit to them that he’s afraid of making them flinch with his cold body. catch his darling giving him a wide smile before bringing p into their arms while telling him, “don’t worry, pinocchio. let’s keep each other warm, your coldness doesn’t bother me at all.” 

[Sorry if im just leaving ideas here but ive rewatched the gameplay and brain went brainrot modeBUT BUT i couldn't help but notice how p is kinda... always like this 😐 AND ITS A LIL FUNNY-  (idk if they still have to give him expressions) So, What he is concious about this limit of his and tries to express his love to his darling in other ways?🥺 he doesnt want to come off cold with them, we can say that from here he grew an habit to be clingy and much affectionate with people he cares about 💗 ]

this is a very valid and canon observation. he doesn’t seem capable of showing or displaying emotions just yet. whether its because he simply doesn’t know how to, or his automaton body just isn’t suited to help him display emotions. 

of course, he’s aware of how...different his darling makes him feel and has a hunch that what he’s feeling is close to love, or at least a whisper of it. he knows that his darling is special to him. 

i can see him showing them his affections by acts of service, and simply by protecting them from the dangers seen around krat. he is both a sword and shield for them, and i know for sure that he’d lay down his life for his darling. 

as for acts of service, i can see him gifting them with any tiny trinkets he may find during his journey throughout krat 😌

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

can you pls make a hc list of what skz’s reactions to you blowing raspberries on their tummy randomly would be? sorry for the bad grammar…

SKZ Reactions to You Blowing Raspberries on their Stomach Randomly: Hyung Line Edition

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Channie:

beyond ticklish tummy

would absolutely go mad

back arched

squealing

the whole works

You walk into Chan’s room, dinner in hand and prepared to tell him to take a break, just to find him staring at his phone while laying on his bed. His shirt was lifting a little at the edges, revealing the pale sides of his stomach.

You walk over to him while placing his dinner on his desk, plopping down on the bed next to him.

“Taking a break?” You ask the kangaroo as he continued scrolling on his phone, completely unaware of your existence.

You frowned. He was not gonna get away with this. His shirt was suddenly yanked up, and you pressed your lips against his stomach before blowing a long raspberry.

“What are you doin-AHAHA!” Channie squealed as he curled into himself, trying to separate your lips from his sensitive stomach.

The raspberries just kept coming, slowly getting worse as the tingles built up.

“NAHAHA IHIM SOHORRYYYY!” Channie squealed. He couldn’t take it anymore, body going limp as he laughed his head off.

“That’s what you get for ignoring me.” You retorted as you pulled his shirt down, wiping the tears dripping down his face.

“ihim sohorryyy” Channie repeated, smile dimply and full. You couldn’t help but grin right back at him.

Lee Know:

could probably take it on his stomach

but if you aim for his v-line

he will absolutely go ballistic

cat baby

🥺💖

You can faintly hear music coming from the dance studio as you wait outside the door with some coffee. A little something for your hardworking boyfriend.

You open the door after waiting for the music to stop, not wanting to distract the bunny while he was dancing.

You smiled at the boy, who was stretching out on the couch, looking exhausted. You felt a pang of sympathy for Lee Know, as he stretched enough for his tummy to peek out.

You knew better than to let such an opportunity go to waste, so you suddenly put down your coffee, ran over, pulled his pant line down slightly before blowing the longest and loudest raspberry you could.

“a-HAHAHA!” Minho squealed as he shot his arms down, tugging on your hair gently as his whole body went weak from the sudden tingling sensation on his v-line.

You decided to go easy on the boy, pulling his shirt back down as you grinned at the smile on his face, eyes lighting up as he took you into his arms.

“You want your coffee?” You asked, laughing at the aggressive nodding behind you.

Changbin:

sensitive baby

binnie belly

thats it

cutest lil belly button ever

very tempting to just

kiss it

and tickle it

💖💗😭

You were this close to going feral. No, not because you were watching your short boyfriend working out, grunting occasionally as he hung from the pull-up bar, muscles on full display. 

It was probably because his shirt was lifting to juuust above his bellybutton, tummy peeking out as you felt your ler mood gradually increase. 

The urge was growing stronger. You needed to wreck this boy and you needed to do it soon, before your little mood, actually drove you insane. 

So you stood up, heading slowly for the boy as he dangled, breathing heavily. 

“Hi baby. Need someth-ING!” Changbin choked on his sentence when you suddenly bent down, blowing a torturously long raspberry to his belly button. He immediately let go of the bar, collapsing to the floor in a fit of laughter. 

“AHAHA what are you doING NOOOAHAHAHA!” Changbin cackled as you stopped to take a deep breath, going right back in to latch your fingers onto his ribs while continuously torturing his belly button.

“NOAHAHA WHAHAT DIHID I DOHO TO YOUUUU!?” Binnie laughed as his stamina slowly wore down, already exhausted from his workout. 

The rapper’s stomach squirmed in ticklishness as tears of mirth formed in his eyes. You were soon to let up as his laughter went silent, arms flailing as he tried not to panic too much. 

“thahat was soho unnehecessahary” He breathed out, eyes sparkling with joy as he stared at you with wide eyes. 

“Yeah, but it was funnn~” You cooed at your boyfriend, who flushed in return. 

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this may be one of my favorite things i’ve ever written. they’re just so 🥺🥰💗💖