18+ | bunny hybrid!reader spending easter with 141:
price: this man is dressing you in the sweetest little gingham shorts to show off your fluffy tail, getting you to hop around his cottage yard to find the eggs he’s hidden for you. he’s too old to play games, so he’s content to watch from the porch as his cigar smoke curls in the spring sunshine
gaz: similar to price, he’ll be spending it with you outside. the bastard loves to show off, so he’ll pick a popular park to have a picnic with you, making sure everyone can see your bunny ears are real and not just a headband. might even enter you in a stupid hop competition just so you can beat them all and be his winner (which he will be sending to soap)
soap: he’s a family man, what can he say? he’ll have you in scotland, playing with all of his nieces and nephews — arts n crafts, egg hunts, and he even lets his niece trace your ears on a paper so she can cut them out and wear them like yours. any chance alone he’s murmuring in those fluffy white ears about how nice it would be to have wee bunny!hybrids bouncing around you all with his ridiculously blue eyes (“think about it, bun, hey?”)
ghost: sorry, it’s not gonna be cute it all. he relishes in the fact that a bunny’s tail isn’t actually a fluffy ball. he unfurls it before holding it up to thrust into your sloppy hole, squishing your ears together with his other hand like fuckin’ reins. “so tiny f’me, god—look at you—“ your back is practically bent it half towards him with his two holds on you, completely merciless to his filthy slams inside you
Bff!Kyle who takes full advantage of your love of cuddles, wrapping his arms around you, large hands splayed over your plush belly as you rest your back against his chest.
You cuddle all of your friends, but he likes to think you save the most intimate positions for him. Sitting on his lap, laying on top of him, you always end up rubbing against him in a way that has him having to discreetly readjust his cock.
Little do you know…
With his palm pressed to your underbelly, dangerously low on your pelvis without you noticing, his thumb and pinky extended at an angle directly over your pussy. He’s measuring you. Assessing how much of his cock you could take before you felt him in your guts.
Hellooo!!, I wanted to ask you for a smut headcanon from Gaz (specifically of fingering and oral sex female), take your time, I am a patient person! (and sorry if my english is bad)
kyle "gaz" garrick x afab!reader
oral. fingering. recording.
Kyle’s the only one who can give you endless orgasms…
…and that’s because Kyle loves pussy.
Most men aim directly for the clit. Get you off quick because they want to stick their dick in you.
Not Kyle.
Kyle loves to savor, to brush his lips over your skin. The shiver makes him powerful, drives him forward to soft kisses and gentle touches, urging your legs wider with each one. Your pussy is a place of worship. To trace with his tongue and fingers, learn every bit of your sex until it’s seared into his brain.
“Can you take a finger?” he asks, easing one finger into your pussy. “Two?” Another. Slow strokes. A quick flick of his tongue over your clit. “Three?”
“This too much, doll?”
“Hm. Need you slick then. Bigger than this.”
Kyle licks and sucks on your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. Not hard at all, but steady strokes as if those fingers were his dick. It’s a slow build, little moans from the back of throat. Fingers clean after sucking off your arousal, Kyle buries his face there until you’re screaming for him, scratching at his scalp, nails digging into the back of his neck and shoulders.
On the bed. Movie night of the sofa. Him on his knees and you standing. Kitchen counter. Bathroom counter. On the fucking floor.
He wants to watch you come apart. To cry out his name. To ride his fucking face until he can’t breathe.
“Come here.”
“Suffocate me.”
“Want to feel your thighs against me.”
Kyle eats because he enjoys it. When you suck him off, it’s nice and he enjoys it, but he’d rather be sucking on your clit as you throat him.
And taking his fingers? Fucking loves that, too. Makes you hold a vibrator to your clit as does it, using one hand to stroke into your pussy while the other holds a camera, recording you fall apart so he can watch it later.
Please don't judge harshly - I'm just writing for fun. Please excuse any mistakes, English is not my native language
As the saying goes, if a guy "just" invites you over to his place, 99.9% of the time, he’s not actually looking to drink tea. And yet, knowing this, you agreed—but you absolutely did not expect this outcome.
Kyle the guy you’ve had a crush on for ages invited you over for tea and pastries. Naturally, you jumped at the chance.
You prepared as if for a sacred ritual: choosing your prettiest lingerie set, perfecting your hair, putting on perfume. You looked like a goddess who had just descended from heaven—fresh, radiant and irresistible.
You sat at the table, sipping tea and chatting about trivial things. You "accidentally" kept pulling your dress higher and higher until your soft thighs and the edge of your lace underwear were exposed.
He being a true gentleman, calmly, almost imperturbably adjusted the hem of your dress and continued the conversation as if he hadn't noticed a thing.
You decided to change tactics: you leaned forward to reach for a pastry and deliberately lingered showcasing a perfect line of cleavage, fully expecting him to finally lose his composure.
Kyle reacted instantly—but not in the way you hoped. Instead of looking, he simply slid the cake stand (or pastry platter) closer to you:
— "Take one. These are the better ones. A perfect balance of cream and sponge" — he said calmly. —"No need to lean so far, you might knock something over."
You barely held back a moan of despair. You were waiting for him to sweep you into his arms and toss you onto the bed but instead, he was telling you about his new training regimen.
And so, the final measure. You cautiously placed your bare foot on his thigh under the table, pressing lightly.
Kyle flinched. But not from desire—from... alertness.
He immediately secured your foot with his hand, as if defusing a landmine.
— "Did you drop something, Y/N? It's dark under the table. Be careful not to hurt yourself on the chair leg" — he said with the most composed expression.
You were officially defeated by his unshakeable courtesy.
— "Well then" — he said, standing up and smiling. — "That's everything, I think."
Now! you thought, clenching your fists under the table.
But he pulled out his car keys and, as if nothing happened, added
—"Let me drive you home. It won't do for a beauty like you to walk alone down dark backstreets" — he winked.
Ты выдавила из себя любезную улыбку, едва подавив тяжелый вздох: «Конечно».
What happens at Y/N's place once the door closes behind Kyle:
She simply collapses onto the floor in a pose of pure despair, throwing her arms out to the ceiling, yelling into the empty space
—"KYYYLE!!! 😭😭😭"And inside, there is just one unified scream.
—"Why did I buy this lingerie set?! Why did I get my hair done?! WHY DO I EVEN EXIST?!"
It was still dark and quiet as you shuffled through the corridor holding your dress to keep from tripping. You couldn’t risk wasting more time, nor could you risk breaking the fragile object in your pocket.
Alex was leaving this morning. It had to be before sunrise as it was a long trip.
It was bizarre how light your feet felt, how the movement didn’t exhaust you.
You thanked the lord the head maid wasn’t in the corridors, or she would have scolded you.
He would still be there, wouldn’t he?
Finally, you reached the entrance. Regaining your breath, you slowed your steps. You couldn’t just burst out panting in front of them.
Taking a deep breath, you fixed yourself and stepped outside. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the yard.
By the lit carriage, Alex and Farah spoke quietly, their words hushed and gentle.
After the talk you had with Alex that night, it seemed he really did go to Farah. He didn’t give away much, but judging by his beaming expression over the past few days, you could tell it went well. They looked busy, lost in their moment.
Your eyes drifted away from them, scanning the space until they landed on a figure much closer to you, leaning back against the stairs. The torchlight played across his face, casting flattering shadows along his features.
Arms crossed, Kyle seemed utterly bored with the scene unfolding before him.
He was still here.
Strange, wasn’t he always so effortlessly cheerful? You expected him to be bidding farewell to his fellow knight. Why was he so far away?
You steadied your breath and walked closer, descending the steps until you reached his side.
“Good morning, my lord,” you said, curtsying.
At the sound of your voice, his back straightened immediately, and he turned to you.
“Good morning!” he greeted brightly—ah, there it is. “Did you rest well?”
“…Yes…” you nodded, then glanced toward Alex.
Kyle followed your gaze. “You made it in time, Farah's been holding him back for quite some time now,” he explained, leaning back against the stairs once more.
“Are you not going?” you asked, confused.
“No,” he said simply. “Nothing for me to mope about. He’ll be back. He’s not on death’s door.”
“Didn’t you say we were close to war?”
“It’s metaphorical,” he said, arms still crossed. “More of a battle of wit between my father and the duke.”
Little interactions like this gave you pieces of the kingdom’s political state.
The duke was just a looming force, a symbol of resistance against the current king.
They had caught spies. Alex didn’t go into detail about how they got information out of them, but it was implied. That thought sent a chill down your spine.
But you'd be fine, you just had to be careful not to raise too much suspicion. You were doing good so far.
“I don't know what happened, but he's been glued to her for days now," Kyle sighed, looking toward the two knights. "How does she deal with that?”
Your eyes remained on him. A smile tickled the corner of your lips as you battled the urge to respond. Wasn't this the pot calling the kettle black? He was much more clingy with you than Alex was with Farah.
Just the last few days alone, Farah would come to you looking for him, and without fail, she found him.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was only here because he knew you would be too. But that would be absurd. He wouldn’t possibly be standing here in the chilly morning air just to see you.
“It doesn’t look like she minds,” you said with a shrug, turning your attention back to the knights.
They were lost in their own conversation. The way their hands brushed. The tenderness in their exchanged glances.
“It’s a bit much, if you ask me,” Kyle smiled, turning back to you. “Well, it matters little now as I’m not here for him.” He shrugged.
“I see. But Lady Farah seems well—then again, I suppose you would know if she wasn’t,” you replied. What were you playing at? You knew what he was saying, didn’t you?
He scoffed, nodding to himself before jerking his head toward the carriage. “Looks like he’s waiting. Go on, hurry so he can leave,” he said, though he failed to suppress a smile.
Your pocket felt heavier as you looked at him, but you bowed your head and walked to the carriage.
You quickened your step, making sure to salute them both.
“You’re up early,” Farah said, crossing her arms.
“I couldn’t miss Sir Keller’s departure!” you said looking at her a little long. Farah exchanged a look with Alex before smiling and stepping away.
“I told you to rest, didn't I?” Alex asked with a pointed look.
“But am I not allowed a proper goodbye?” you replied, lifting your shoulder. “My teacher is leaving”
“The sooner this is over, the sooner I can have leisure time. I could even bring you to my village,”
"I believe I am not allowed out without Lord Garrick,” you chuckled. “Especially not with you.”
He peeked behind you before leaning in. “I'll sneak you out,” He grinned,
“Promise?” you whispered back.
“It's a promise” he nodded. He hesitated for a moment, “You already told me goodbye last night…yet here you are” he squinted, “I hope you are not planning to give me an unwanted gift again?”
“No,” you said, feeling heat creep on his ear. “I had things to do. I thought I could see you one last time?” you said.
“Is this a statement or are you asking me?” he questioned, you looked back.
“Your lady has been keeping him locked away…” you whispered, another excuse.
“Don’t make me laugh, I’ve got reports of a lord missing from duty almost every day.”
“Yes, I see him in passing, but I have no time to prepare.”
“Prepare for what? It's a simple gesture is it not?” he tilted his head. “Unless it means something to you?”
“It doesn't,” you quickly replied.
“Then I shall leave you, to it” he said, turning away.
“You leave me with my lament?” you teased.
“I already got rid of mine, why would I take on yours?” he winked walking inside his carriage.
You watched as the carriage rolled away with a heavy heart. You were already counting the days until their return. Your days were about to be a whole lot different. You stopped yourself from glancing Kyle’s way.
“What were you two plotting?” Farah asked
“Nothing, my lady, I was simply bidding him farewell,” you said.
She nodded, glancing back at you. “We haven’t talked in a while,” she said. That's true, you also only saw her in passing too!
What an opportunity!
“That is right my lady, shall I bring you tea and we could chat about?” Hopefully she would say yes. The thing you have to do can wait.
“You seem to have prior engagements” she chuckled.
“I’ll walk you back,” Lord Garrick proposed, stepping closer. You didn’t even flinch at his sudden appearance.
You hesitated, but Farah smiled. “I won’t take it personally,” she said. “It’s still dark, who knows what might happen in the ten steps it takes to go back inside?” She chuckled. Though she meant to sound condescending, her voice carried a warmth that betrayed her true feelings.
You nodded before starting the walk. It wasn’t as dark as she said. The sky was just starting to turn a lighter blue. The air was still a bit damp as you walked through the yard. You glanced back at Kyle.
“So you weren't there for Lady Karim, my Lord?”
He chuckled, “No, I thought a certain someone would be here too this morning,” he stated, “Though they love playing oblivious, now that I’ve seen them, it is a good morning.” He grinned, you felt your heart stirred.
“I hope you didn’t get too much of a scolding from Lady Karim,”
“Quite a lot to be honest,” he chuckled, "but I got used to it, she got tired of it, eventually I got to walk you back to your quarters" he shrugged.
“I apologize, it was my fault, you wasted as much time”
“It wasn’t,” he said softly. “The only thing you are guilty of is invading my mind” he muttered.
You're trying really fervently to invade mine.
“I apologize for this as well, it was never my intention,”
Your feet stopped as the brown door of the maids' quarters loomed over you. Was the walk through the courtyard always this short?
“Here you are,” Kyle said.
You hesitated this was the moment, now or never. It was nothing to make a fuss about.
Your hand slipped into your pocket, playing with the jar. He sighed and spoke again
“Alex comes and goes in this manor. He will come back eventually. You can send him letters,” he continued, voice soft.
You should go back inside, and start your daily chores, not linger here.
It was a small gesture, but that would be over stepping.
You were deep in your thoughts, not realising that to anyone else's perspective you were eerily quiet.
“Is your heart that heavy?” He asked as he stepped closer.
You finally pulled it out, almost hiding it in the skirt of your dress. Your heart was beating with volume and your hand was sweating a little.
It was just a kind gesture. So why were you so nervous?
Maybe because his gift had been thoughtful—an intricate box with fine details—while all you had was this, looking embarrassingly bland.
Moreover… you had never given anyone a gift before.
Especially not someone you—
You what?
God. Maybe you should just shove it back in. There would be other occasions. He didn’t see it, did he?
“What is that?” his voice echoed in the corridors of your mind, finding your senses pulling you back.
Hell.
He looked at your hand and back to your face, you gently held it out to him. The knot holding the fabric lid of the pot tickling your forefinger.
“It’s a little late. But I got your box the other day…It was only normal that I thanked my Lord for being so thoughtful.” You explained, though he looked confused, a smile still adorned his lips.
He was smiling at you. He always did, no matter what. And that consoled your nervous heart.
“Did you get it at the market? You shouldn’t have, the coins were for you to spend on yourself.” He explained with an amused look on his face, taking it from your hand and inspecting it.
“I made it with the berries we got that day…I had more than enough, so please keep this one, my lord.”
His grip suddenly tightened around the little pot pulling it back towards himself. His smile faltered for a second.
“You made it?” He asked, “and you're giving it…to me?”
You felt suddenly flustered. “To be honest, I only helped. The cook did most of it, the spices and other ingredients were his idea, really.” You rambled, nervously looking at his reaction. He didn’t respond.
Did he hate it, you thought you could read him, but right now he was quiet and that pot in his hand was starting to look uglier to you, the cover was barely presentable, the knot a bit messy. Adopted or not he was royalty, he was raised with standards and this was subpar.
You pressed your lips together, and you held your hand out desperate to take it for him, before it got more embarrassing.
“M-my apology, I shouldn’t disrespect you with such a gift, my lord, I-I’ll take it back,”
He retreated from you with the brightest smile on his lips. Stirring your heart even further.
“No! I’m sorry…it’s just...you thought of me,” He trailed looking at your face for a second, his eyes went to your lips, and he bit his own, thinking. “Do you want to share some with me?” He asked with excitement filling his voice, he was almost giggling.
Your chest warmed. He liked it. You didn’t have much to offer, yet he accepted that small gesture as if it meant everything.
And as it seemed to happen a lot lately. You smiled. You were scared for nothing.
Of course he would react this way. You shook your head. Why were you feeling bashful all of the sudden?
“I took enough of my lord's time today, and I have to start with my duties and you should get back to yours.” you said, chuckling looking at the small jar in his hand.
His grip seemed a bit tight though. It was just jam.
You raised your head to meet his eyes. Your smile dimmed. He was staring at you in awe, or was he upset. You weren’t sure. There was nothing to be shocked about so he must be angry. Oh did you forget yourself? You did reject his offer just now.
“Can I ask for a favor?” He started, you waited for him to elaborate. “Alex is gone, you won’t be going to the stables so often. You’ll have free time.”
You nodded, was he going to punish you?
“That time, give it to me” he asked
You paused, did he have to add work to fill the gap. Well you had nothing else to do, so why not. He was the master after all, you should do as he says.
“Very well,” you said nodding, “I will tend to my lord, if that is what you wish.” You bowed.
He chuckled, “No, that's not what I asked.”
“Then I don’t–”
“Come find me, like you went to him.” He explained “If there is something you want to learn I'll teach you, if you need to talk, I’ll listen.” He breathed out. “What I’m asking is for you to spend time with me,”
Spending more time with him. More than the sparse glances and greetings you received lately. Strangely, the idea of more wasn’t as distasteful as it was before. Your heart should hate it.
So why was it screaming for you to say yes?
Your eyes darted to the yard where a few maids were already carrying buckets of water.
Right, you couldn’t. There were so many reasons why you couldn’t. Boundaries you set. Rules that prevent them. Not only for you but also for him.
Spending time with him would only make things complicated.
“I’m afraid I must refuse, my lord, it is simply not proper, for a man of your stature to spend leisure time with me, even in friendship,” you stated.
“Friendship?” He echoed you.
“Isn’t it what you seek, for us to be friends, similar to Sir Kelker and I?”
The maids already have their idea, it would only disrupt the calm of the manor. You couldn’t risk—
“No.” he said, getting close. “I want something for us,” he said. “Just the two of us,”
You swallowed, you don't know what he is talking about, no you don’t understand, you don’t want to understand.
“My lord I don’t–”
“It's not me you fear anymore, is it?” he asked softly, seemingly already knowing the answer.
“I simply can’t spend my leisure time with you.” You unconsciously glance at the yard again. He understood.
“Very well then, don’t come in your free time.” He said, "I’ll just take you as my personal servant. Is that alright with you?”
“If that's what my lords—”
“No, I'm asking you. Does my pathetic excuse to see you, suit you?” He asked above a whisper.
You nodded slowly. His gaze lingered on yours for a moment before he nodded also.
"And let me be clear," he said, voice softer, "I have no desire to be Alex for you. And if I’m not mistaken—" he tilted his head slightly, eyes sharp "—neither do you."
He smiled but you couldn't find yourself to reply. “I’ll inform the head maid.”
He was already gone. You walked inside, eyes already on you.
"Great." you cleared your throat.
You pretended it was a hassle, but your heart pounded in your chest.
You would see him every day, for longer now.
How…
Exciting?
That was the problem, wasn’t it?
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*Rubbing my hands together like a plotting fly* <3
I almost forgot ( @sleep101, @cyaniderainfal )
ao3 // main masterlist // kinktober 2025 masterlist
There is something off about your husband.
When he left for that mission, only to be announced missing weeks later, you thought you’d never see him again. Nearly a month later and Kyle arrived at your front door in the middle of the night, knocking to be let in like he didn’t have a key. You had opened it—nearly fainting at the sight of him. He only stood there, staring with a blankness you didn’t notice then but think about every day now.
“Can I come in?” he said, and you had laughed. Found it silly that he would need permission after being gone for so long.
“Yes,” you answered and dragged him inside.
But there are stranger things in your home, like the shadows in the corners. They’re longer somehow. Elastic and sticky, clinging to the plaster even when the overhead light is on. There are thuds in the night. Footsteps on the stairs. Electrical disturbances that have no source and which countless electricians can’t seem to fix.
There are more than things in your home.
There is a person.
Kyle. Your husband.
Who goes to bed and never closes his eyes. Who walks with an artificial stride. Who doesn’t eat in front of you. Who crouches on all fours in the dark. Who lingers in doorways and avoids mirrors. Whose hands have black around the nails no matter how many times you tell him to wash them.
There is something wrong with your husband.
His hands on your hips are a little too rough like Kyle wants to crack the bone and suck out the marrow. From his nostrils is his heated breath. It strings where it brushes over the back of your neck. You reach behind, grasping the back of Kyle’s head as he nuzzles your throat. He breathes in deeply, his hard cock grinding against your ass.
Apart from the odd behavior, Kyle’s sexual appetite has evolved into a ceaseless endeavor. The first few nights were fun, but the more he grabs for you, the more tired you feel after each session. This one will be no different.
Grasping the frame of the bathroom door for support, you surrender to Kyle’s insistence. How he rips your clothes from your body like his nails are talons, spreading your cheeks to spear you on his cock. The stretch of him invading your ass is a sharp sting. A temporary pain that soothes to pleasure.
“Kyle,” you breathe, fingers digging into the wood, every thrust and smack of his hips against your ass pushing you up onto your toes.
Beside you, the bathroom door is cracked. The light off. If it opens, you’ll have a direct line to the mirror. A view of Kyle.
His grunts increase with the pace of his thrusts, and you slide your foot across the ground, the carpet scratching against your skin. With the tips of your toes, you make contact with the wood. Kyle appears oblivious, fucking up into your ass like it’s the only thing on his mind. Good. Kyle, or whatever thing that has replaced your husband, is distracted.
A little pressure. The door creaks. You freeze, but Kyle remains unchanged. More pressure. The tip of your head. Enough momentum and it opens, the light from the window washing over the room and the two of you, reflecting you both in shadow against the mirror. Tearing your fingers away from the doorframe, you slide your hand around the corner, reaching for the light switch. The warm light of the bulbs floods the room, casting away the shadows.
There are three.
You. Eyes wide and frightened.
Kyle, directly behind you, hands on your hips, eyes rolled back to show the whites.
And another. Not the demonic reflection of black and red and fire but another Kyle. Distorted. Blurry. Vibrating in the reflection. Hands around Kyle’s throat, squeezing, nails cracked and sharpened.
i’ve been struggling w hormonal acne lately, so this is completely self-indulgent. shoutout to all my acne baes, you are beautiful regardless <3 ps i am finished with uni in a week, then i’ll be able to write the requested fics! 🐻❄️
gaz, at first, tries everything to help you out — researches diet, hormones, sleep, stress, skincare — but when it begins to exhaust you and nothing works, he drops all of it, just focusing on holding you as you are. lets you wear his cap to help ‘shield’ your face so you feel comfortable to go on walks with him. always points out various things in nature, doing his best to take your mind off it and focus on who you are as a whole human, not just your skin.
price literally does not care. he’s confused when he finds you crying over it, because he genuinely never noticed it. “you’re alive, dovie, that’s what matters to me,” anytime you freak out over how intense it is and accuse him of lying. because of how he genuinely doesn’t bring attention to it, you forget about it. if he ever catches you looking in the mirror, he’ll gently guide you away, redirecting your attention to something separate from you.
soap, bless him, immediately smothers you. he’ll kiss your skin all the time, thinking he’s helping. you have to explain to him that he could be making it worse. he brings attention to it solely from the way he’s always physically affectionate with you😭 kissing you everywhere, always staring at you lovingly (and you think it’s because of your skin). if you bring that up, his grin will fall so fast. he’s genuinely upset you could think you’re anything less than beautiful, because he sees you as a whole — his sweet lass with a soul of gold. wipes away your tears, holds you while you cry, and uses his words like a soothing balm on your self-esteem.
ghost 1009383% has acne himself. with the amount he wears the mask and sweats, along with never being taught how to take care of himself, he has very congested skin. sometimes you’ll latch onto clearing his skin to try and get that satisfaction since you can’t clear your own. he’ll be your little client, but you best believe he’s doing it right back to you. it becomes a ritual, and soon you don’t cry as much. his gentle, scarred fingers working so delicately on skin you’d been so hateful to? it heals something in you.
no thoughts, just bf!gaz who everyone thinks is the sweetest, most doting boyfriend — because he is! …on the outside
behind closed doors? baby, he’s smacking your ass, groping your tits with that stupid wicked grin he does, bending you over any surface or crowding you into the closest wall. you want to take a shower? he’ll run the second he hears the water running, and you’ll feel his big hands rubbing on you — nine times out of ten it’s ending in sloppy shower sex.
now, gaz is a clean-freak, but also a freak period, so what better place to try out the gross stuff than in the shower?
“c’mon lovie, open up. fuck—good girl,” as he’s literally pissing on you.
so when your friends get jealous about your ‘golden retriever’ boyfriend, you can only laugh. if only they knew 😭
