Crybaby Yan offering to do their Darling's injections for them- Eyes already brimming with wetness as the needle nears their perfect skin. Lips quivering, overflowing with prayer for their angel's forgiveness at any pain they might cause.
Whispering and cooing words of encouragement in their ear - telling Darling to "be strong" and that "it'll be over soon" whole while they're the one that needs consoling and a shoulder to cry into. Trying their damnest to keep their tears at bay for Darling's sake - bursting into hysterics at the tiny whimper ushered from their beloved's lips- The burning sensation in their muscles diminished mere seconds after the needle retracts from their flesh. For Yan, it's a lifetime.
"Hm... Barely felt a thing-"
"Sob.. hic.. Take me instead... DEAR GOD, IF YOU EXIST- PLEASE TAKE ALL THEIR PAIN ANYWAY AND GIVE IT TO ME!"
[Wanna write a full version of this with Rascal and a trans male owner, but the thought of a 10 ft tall bunny monster man holding a little ass needle is frying me]
Blinking back its grief, the rabbit's nose crinkles beyond the protective latex film of its mask. Broad shoulders pry your thighs apart, firmly pinning you to the couch as his large head rubs against the exposed flesh of your stomach - staining your skin with salty tears and woe.
Its muscles tense as the palm of your hand meets their shoulder - massaging the scarred skin buried beneath layers of thick, coarse fur.
"This isn't like you, Rascal- Well, you are pretty clinging, but normally you give me space when I give the signal. What's got you down, Bunny?"
Soft.
You're so soft compared to that place. Oh so very soft- And real. Rivaling the empty, barren wasteland of its dreams. A world without you- Dark and cold. Void of any resemblance of the person and place its come to know as home.
"Don't."
He croaks- throat rubbed raw from forlorn sniffles and whines to escape the realm of its night terrors. Defeatedly, their hands paw at the back of your shirt - soundlessly pleading for mercy.
"Don't make me live through that again. I can't imagine a world without you.. To dream of such a place... I can't..I won't return. Don't make me relive that awful, terrible place."
Using both hands, and the brunt of your upper body strength, you lift the rabbit's from your lip- Rolling your thumb along the edge of the eye holes in their mask where tears threaten to spill. With a hefty sigh, you press your lips to the tip of their twitching nose - silencing their cries almost instantaneously.
"You had a bad dream?... Why didn't you just say that? I'm not going anywhere, Rascal. I promise."
Scooping you up in its massive arms, the creature drags you down to his level on the floor- The gap between your bodies too great for its heart to bare.
It'll take a number of showers to get the fur and rabbit musk off you, but it's the least you can do to prevent the demise of your pet via a broken heart.
The only way Creep Darling can get their freak Rabbit monster roommate- I mean, pet to speak to them after he becomes their property
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"Rascal, sit-"
Hauling off a load your clothes hamper to the laundry as a part of their self appointed chores, the rabbit creature's ears perk up at your demand. Tail wagging as you point down at the carpeted floor - affirming your statement, clothing scatters the living room as Rascal drops down to his knees; panting with excitement. His paws instinctively perch to his chest, body shuffling over to your side.
"Good bunny- Good bunny, Rascal-"
You reach a hand up to pat his head. Bent at the knee, and it still had some leverage over you. The creases of his mask stretch and twists as his mouth contorts in a silent moan - strings of drool threading through the cracks of the tight leather strapped to their face.
"Rascal, lay. Lay down. On your back, please."
The thin slits of their eyes expand beyond imagination. You can almost make out his dilated pupils seconds before the rabbit flings himself against the blanketed floor. The landing doesn't seem to faze it in the slightest as their foot, now at a more appropriate angle, drums at lighting speed.
A strangled cry rips from his chest as you climb atop, throwing a leg over either side of his broad torso to ground yourself from their eager thrashing. Without thought, their large paws fly to the belt of your pants - fumbling with the small latch.
"Rascal. Paw."
As if a switch had been flipped, their arms fall to their sides - a timid paw find the palm of your hand.
"Good bunny. You're such a good boy when you want to be. Are you my good bunny, Rascal?"
Rascal nods - tries to, anyway. It's difficult from their spot on the floor, and your hand steadily scratching at his chin.
"Then speak."
Left with their identity as your pet, and their desire to abide by your every command - the latter won 99.9% of the time. Rabbits do not speak, but if you order your rabbit to speak - he will bend whatever rules he has implemented for himself to your whimper.
Tentatively, Rascal loops a claw through the zipper of their mask - pealing back the clasp ever so slowly. You peer into the darkness, tattered lips forming words croaked from a strained throat - rubbed raw from the excessive moans and howls for their owner.
"Yes... Master."
Heat pools beneath his thighs as you finally - finally - flash him one of your rare, heart pounding smiles.
"That's my bunny."
Rascal chirps as you kiss the side of his head. "Do you love me, Bunny?"
"More a god loves its creations, Master."
"Then you'd anything for me?"
"Anything." The creature rasps.
"You'd never lie to me?"
"Never."
Sitting up straight, you reveal the evidence of crime from your pocket. Rascal's heart drops into their stomach.
"My underwear. Several pairs in fact. Along with some stockings, tee shirts, shorts, and towels I've used to dry off with. All have wound up miss. All I've found by your bed with teeth marks and mysterious "fluids" all over."
Rascal squirms - scorched beneath your accusatory gaze.
"There's nowhere for you to run now."
Despite weighing about as much as a sack of potatoes to the enormous beast, you successful keep him pinned between your glare and your potion atop him. Never in a million years would he throw you off him. Not intentionally anyway.
"Did you do it, Rascal?"
Rascal licks at the beads of sweat pouring down his face - softened eyes searching for a shroud of mercy in yours towards your one and only pet. Back to being your silent, clueless housemate. As he was always meant to be.
"Tell the truth, and I might give you the ones I have on now."
As it comes, your compassion is a cruel ploy to squeeze every ounce of information and dignity from him.
And Rascal wouldn't have it any other way.
"I did it- It was me, I'm so sorry. You're gone for so long everyday, and your items are rich with your scent. They leak with it- Master, you cannot blame me when you leave me trapped with temptation for hours. I need it. Please give me more of you! Please give it to me!"
[Tags: Teasing, Praising, (playfully) Mean Reader, Sub Yan, Master/Pet, Heavy kissing/oral fixation, spit, coming untouched. Bondage?? (Rascal wears a gimp mask so idk). Freak ass bunny man lobes his master and wants to be their boyfriend and pet and]
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The proposal swirls on your tongue like your favorite candy.
Its' taste is nearly as sweet, yet just as fragile as the real thing-
"So.."
Floppy ears sprout to attention at the rumble of your voice; deep rooted obedience amplifying their sensitivity to the sound.
It's the first moment you've blessed them with speech since his confession - a Reaching from your tone alone, it brings the rabbit tremendous wave of relief to know you don't despite him. Not yet, at least.
"You... Of all people..."
The jacket you had been in the middle of fitting on before being so rudely interrupted falls unceremoniously from your shoulders as you plant your foot firmly forward. For every small step you take in his path, the rabbit- your rabbit shrinks away from you- Inadvertently backing themselves into a corner.
Noting the trembling of its limbs, and the soft, choked up whimpers caught in his throat- You pour all the honey you can muster into your next words-
"Want to be my boyfriend?"
Met with a question in response to their own instead of the approval they'd hoped for, the rabbit's noses begins to twitch- wrinkling the leather of his mask as wetness blots its vision.
"Deep breathes. Stay calm.. Don't cry... Not right now, Rascal...." Hushing your bunny as their breathing rapidly scales in pace, you preemptively raise your hand skyward- Coaxing him into melting into your touch as their knees buckle upon instinct and relief.
"That's a good bunny. All the way down for me?"
Heeding command, Rascal sinks down to the floor- hands neatly folded in its lap as it blinks at you with hopeful, tear stained eyes. Even kneeling, they had a few solid inches over you. His head naturally gravitates towards your chest, sending vibrations through your entire body with the low whines he emits.
"Good bunny." You reiterate, affirming your point with steady scratches to their chin. The rabbit purrs as you lace an arm around their neck; inhaling your aroma through the cloth of your shirt before being promptly ripped from paradise in favor of a different slice of heaven.
"I have such a good rabbit."
Unable to contain the electricity pulsing through their veins, Rascal paws at the fabric of his sweatpants as you overload their brain with mushy sweetness- Desperately, albeit poorly attempting to spare another pair of pants from the wraith of their claws.
"Caring. Protective. The perfect blanket during colder months... Did I mention great cook?"
Thoughts racing a mile a minute, the rabbit pays no mind to the fresh air gracing their scarred lips- Jolted back to reality by the trail of soft pecks to their face starting from to the exterior of their cheek still covered by their mask to corner of their lips freed from it's zipper's teeth.
The stretchy material of their pants gives way to the tension building between their legs. Rascal sheepishly attempts to hide the growth with their hands to lackluster results; eyes pinned to the formation of your lips as you speak - impatiently awaiting their return to his blemished flesh.
"My bunny is... such a dumb rabbit."
Closing the gap with each syllable, Rascal barely has time for the crushing blow to their heart to register as your lips crash against his. Messy and unfiltered, you waste not a second in stuffing your tongue into his mouth, pausing briefly for a breath- and to rub salt deeper into their wounds.
"Why would you ever want to be my boyfriend, when you're doing a much better job at being my pet?"
Could he name just one? The late night texts from your classmates and coworkers. Calls from family and friends, curious if you had someone special in your left yet. Hell, just having another title beneath his belt was reason enough. Every part of his being is yours. Who says the claim over each other's bodies can't be mutual?
Can't you see it? They'll treat you better than any human mate. He already does. The only thing separate you from being partners now is name.
Scratching at the base of their ear for the greenlight, Rascal's heartstrings strum with gentler, mushy affection at the notion you still have concern over him and his wellbeing despite all you've said and done to him so far.
Given the signal, you harshly tug at the rabbit's ear as you dive back into the kiss - pulling them in deeper with you. Drowning in your embrace, Rascal's hands fly outward for balance; swollen prick springing up from its cover as their palms turn elsewhere.
Feeling that all to familiar weight against your thigh, you part once more - a sloppy web of drool connecting the two of you.
"Already this eager over a kiss...And you think you're boyfriend material, Bunny?"
The pathetic cries that slip free despite Rascal's best efforts to keep them at bay swiftly melt beneath of the heat of your tongue; wrestling against the rougher texture of his like velvet over sandpaper. Your combined saliva alleviates some of the abrasion; theirs akin to the consistency and fluidity of molasses.
No longer in control of his own body, Rascal squirms and shakes in their spot on the floor- The head of their dick peaking from the band of his sweatpants as he fidgets about. Beads of precum dribble from the slit, the near painfully erect flesh throbbing in tune with the swivel of your tongue.
Ever the enigma, the amount of drool Rascal produces isn't enough to shield you in the long wrong. Clicking your tongue in frustration, you dig your thumb into his jaw; drawing out another whorish whimper as their head fling back from the bolt of pleasure.
"Oh, good. I didn't even have to tell you to lean your head back.. Open wide."
Rascal needed many things when it came to you, but what they didn't need - was to be told twice.
Heated breath fans from their tongue as it rolls from their mouth, slapping wetly against their chin as he parts his mouth as far as their mask will allow. As you gather a healthy pool of saliva on your tongue, Rascal takes the opportunity to pitch their defense one final time.
He's already disobeyed you once this evening. If this was your idea of punishment, its certain it can endure a couple more hours or even days of this treatment.
" Master.. Give me... your good bunny a chance. I'll be a good boyfriend I will! The best anyone could ever ask for. I'll cook and clean for you. I'll bring you gifts. I do whatever it takes to someday have the honor, the privilege of being your hu.. hus- Ack!"
Hips rut against nothingness; panting like a wild beast as their lips and cock drool with need- A healthy splatter of spit cuts his rambling short as it hits their tongue. Mouth agap in awe and appreciation for the giving owner you are, spittle drips from the dead weight dangling from their mouth down into their lap.
On the edge of total collapse, the rabbit's eyes roll back into the depth of his mask as the final nail in their coffin oozes down the length of their shaft. Your spit and theirs. The saliva of his master. Their God. It's reason exist- Mixed with that of a filthy, disgusting, lustful being like him. Dripping down his cock in a cocktail of his devotion and your shared bond.
The bucking of their hips grows more shallow; legs quaking beneath them as a powerful jet of his seed erupts from his cock - Painting your perfectly clean work pants and shirt in white; some ending up on your face and even in your hair.
Expressions alone cannot convey the levels of shame and self-hatred Rascal carries tainting their master's image as he just has. You, on the other hand, remain relatively unfazed- Rubbing the film that clings to your lashes clear with the pad of your thumb before shoving it in his tongue.
The aftermath of a mind numbing orgasm rocks through your bunny as you drive your finger against the surface of their tongue. Rascal's leg thumps weakly beneath them as they suck at your skin; eyelids drawing heavy over their love-striken pupils.
"Boyfriends lie, Rascal."
Stirred back to consciousness by the voice they've come to adore more than any melody ever written; their drowsiness isn't helping by the tender pets to their ears and head.
"They cheat, they leave. I've never had to experience any of that myself, but there's always the what-if's."
Using what remains of its strength, Rascal scoops you up in his arms - cradling you close as they nuzzling its nose to your cheek. Its teeth click in an doting hum as you return the favor.
"Pets are so much better than people. Than boyfriend's. As long as you give them the love, respect, and care they deserve- they'll never leave you."
It warms their heart to hear you think a creature like them is worthy of all those things- They couldn't have wished for a better owner.
"If it really matters that much to you, I'll call you my boyfriend-"
The rabbit's ears perk up at the thought-
"The day you can kiss me longer than three minutes without creaming your pants."
In spite of your endless generosity towards them- here you are giving them impossible trials to complete.
"...Could it perhaps be two minutes?"
"What's that, Rascal? You want it to be five? With tongue?"
Creep Reader, reading pet care tips online: "Toys are crucial for your rabbits' overall health and happiness". Huh. Guess I do leave them alone all day with nothing to do... Hey, Rascal-
[The rabbit creature quickly slams Creep's dresser drawer - nudging articles of clothing beneath the piece of furniture with its foot as he looks over]
Creep Reader: Anyways- Are there any toys you want me to get for you to play with while I'm away?
Rascal: ...
[The rabbit looks around Creep's room before shuffling over to their desk - clumsily gripping a pen and notebook in his hands as he writes]
Creep Reader: .... In what world would a massasge gun, blindfold, ball gag, and a binder full of photos of me be considered toys?
[Rascal bashfully touches the tips of his fingers together - averting its master's gaze]
Creep Reader: ... You're so good at being my pet sometimes I forget you're a pervert, Rascal- Not that I really mind.
Bring your pet to work day, but it's the ten foot tall bunny monster man in a gimp mask thinking he qualifies
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"I don't think it's a good idea, Rascal."
The rabbit desperately points at the sparkly collar strapped around its neck, claws tickling the tag bodly presenting its name.
"Just because you see yourself as my pet doesn't mean my coworkers will do the same. You're more man than you are rabbit.
Its teeth click in a guttural hiss- mewls akin to a heartbroken wail following suit as they brush their nose against your cheek. He coos, the zipper of his mask drawn as they lap at your skin. Its tongue is like sandpaper.
"Acting cute isn't going to save you this time. The ceilings at my job are pretty low as is. Plus, I'm pretty sure all the pets are required to be able to fit in a cage."
The rabbit bashfully kicks at the floorboards, a web of drool trickling down his mask. He seems pleased with that idea.
"I'm not putting you in a cage, Rascal."
Just how many times do you plan on breaking their heart today?
Stoner Darling barricading themselves in their bedroom hiding from Rascal whenever they want to smoke because weed is inherently toxin to rabbits- It wouldn't kill them, but they definitely feel the effects stronger than any human male.
It makes it more cuddly and dependent on its owner, but some of the caution he has towards their smaller body gets lost in the haze. Rascal would never intentionally hurt their master, but even doing so without meaning to crushes him.
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Stoner Darling: I'll be out in a minute, Rascal!
[Sad, muffled rabbit monster noises can be heard from the other side of the door.]
Stoner Darling: Aw, don't be like that- We can watch a movie and snuggle together. Sound good?
The living wall of fur against your backside stills its labored breaths. You swiftly pull the receiver from your ear as a head-splitting shriek pierces through your phone.
"Oh. My. God. I knew it! I totally knew it, there's been something different about you lately. You seem more....positive and.... alive. So - tell me about him! Tell me, tell me-"
Climbing up from your spot on the floor, rugged arms strive in vain to weld you to your spot. You brush them away with a brief, warning glance - a finger ushered to your lips as the woeful moans begin.
He's tall, dark, and handsome. Taller than any guy on campus. Did I mention strong? One thing about him is he refuses to wear a shirt around me. I think they like showing off. He's got this mask too- Talk about mysterious."
Listing off his many, albeit vague, attributes, the rabbit fails to pick up on the obvious - head cocked to an odd angle, chest shuddering with held sobs at the notion you've found another. It's with the mention of your secret crush's concealed face that the crook of their neck extends. Creeping on all fours, the creature warms up to your leg for a better ear over the conversation.
"Sounds like you've found yourself quite the character, Y/n! I'm a little jealous. Anything else you like about him?"
"He keeps me safe... Protects me. He understands me like nobody else in my life does."
Holding the phone to your ear with a shoulder, you scratch at Rascal's ears with both hands - sporting your best performance of a genuine smile.
"He's my best, and probably only true friend."
"Wellll, that's no true - since you have me! So, are you coming to the party?? You can invite this mystery man of yours, and-"
"We already have something planned- Going through a tunnel, can't hear you- Bye."
Hanging up the call, your shoulders drag with the agony that is speaking to your classmates. You're unsure of how a conversation over notes snowballed into digs at your dating life, but you're glad it's over.
Tucking your hands into your pockets, you're powerless to cushion yourself from blow of several hundred pounds of fluff ramming into you. Zipper of his mask pulled, Rascal's hefty tongue slaps against your cheek as he bathes you in silent love and affection.
"Rascal- Okay- Rascal. My mouth was open that time- You're going to drown me in your spit if you keep this up."
Your words fall on deaf ears. Rascal sweeps you into their arms as their onslaught of kisses pursues. Dragging his claws over the fabric of your jeans, the rabbit spells out three symbols.
