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- so what would i do if i can’t figure it out? -

[vanillafawn79]

‘To be found, is to be exposed for who you truly are.’

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[ryuuskii]

HUGO WANTS TO STUFF U FULL..! cw: nsfw & breeding

୨ৎ wc; 324

Hugo was huge, really really huge. Not just in height, but his build in general, his broad shoulders, his biceps, his thighs, he’s too much for you to handle, too heavy.

And you were feeling all of that weight in your pussy. Hugo had you in a mating press, he’s been going on about wanting to stuff you full of his cum, over and over again, until it takes.

“Vivi, fuck, viv-!” you whimpered, one hand gripping onto his broad shoulder, the other being pinned down my Hugo. His thrusts became more and more erratic as you moaned and whimpered his name. 

“Tu es tellement serrée, mon amour.” (you're so tight, love) he groans as he continues to pound into you nonstop, “gonna fill you up..” he then looks at where the two of you are connected, the sight of your pussy soaking his cock with your juices, turns him on even more.

“C-cant take it a-anymore..” you mewled, one hand flying up to grip his hair. However he didn't seem to mind, if anything, it probably turned him on even more. “C’mon baby, you can do it.” Hugo encourages you to continue, after a few more thrusts you're whimpering his name again.

“Ah-! Vivi…”  you whined as you squirted all over his cock once more. Hugo’s thrusts didn't stop, he kept pounding into you for a few more seconds, until he too came deep inside of you. Stuffing you full with his cum.

After a few passing breaths, Hugo pulls out of you, to see the mess the two of you made, even his load being huge, your poor aching hole couldn't keep it all in. “Tch, what a waste..” Hugo says as he watches it leak out of you.

He presses down meanly on your stomach, forcing more of it to spill out of you, as he decides what position to fuck you in next, one that’ll hold all of his cum.

[fukunagal]

Would they leak your nudes? Bllk edition

Featuring: Bunny Iglesias : Itoshi Sae : Vivian Hugo : Chris Prince : Michael Kaiser

warning: might be a little ooc, not in Kaisers tho

。Bunny Iglesias :

Absolutely fucking not. Bunny is a Gentleman through and through, he does anything for you and that includes protecting your soul and body from everyone. Your nudes are very, very safe with him. Bunny also sees it as unmanly to leak your girlfriend, in or after the relationship, and since he wants to be the best possible man for you, he actively shames other men for doing it.

。Itoshi Sae :

Sae doesn’t really give a fuck. He likes your body and whenever you send him something, he’s a good boy, jerks off to you, films it with audio and sends it to you. But since Sae doesn’t talk about his life at all, most of his teammates probably don’t even know he has a partner. I just think he genuinely has no big sentiment over nudes. It’s obviously different when it comes to men actively lusting over you. He hates that.

。Vivian Hugo :

He doesn’t, not only because it would ruin his perfect performative nice guy aura, but also because you’re genuinely precious to him. Although Hugo doesn’t show anyone anything, he still talks about you a lot. Well, not specifically you, but more what he does to you. In good old French Fashion. Loki is rarely amused.

。Chris Prince :

Another no. Chris is Husband material through and through and that involves secrecy about your love life. He would never betray you like that to get admiration from other men, when he can easily get that admiration through himself and his body. (Yes, everyone is gay for Chris.) But, he does like to make dirty jokes and tease you in front of others or in interviews, when the reporter asks, “What will you be doing after the game?” “Probably my wife.”

。Michael Kaiser :

Yes, Michael would show everyone everything, especially Ness. He doesn’t give a single fuck about your dignity or you in general, so you really think he wouldn’t go that far to show other men your nudes? He tried to show Isagi your photos once, just to impress him with what he gets to come home to, and Isagi puked. That’s how much of a good boy he is. Michael doesn’t just show your pictures though, since he’s constantly cheating, he shows every picture he gets. That’s what you get when you settle for an ass, little birdie.

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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work, nor feed it to ai.

n: the Chris one sounds like a good fic

[duckyriccy]

hugo cant stop staring at ur chest content | nsfw, afab!reader, bsf!hugo, jerking off, kinda cringy

hugo swears he’s a gentleman. well, simply, he’s never elicited any grandiose perversion. and also, he gave up swearing it because god. your tits drove him mad.

whenever he sees you in those tight, spaghetti-strap tank tops that pull taut around your chest. it was honestly funny how fast his dick would come to life in his pants. you’ll talk to him, so innocently, meanwhile he’s cataloging the colour of your bra based off the visible straps.

“—and then she said to me that the he stood her up,” you finished saying whatever you were saying. it wasn’t like hugo was paying attention.

he was only thinking about the fact that he needed to jerk off. cause god, his dick was so hard it was hurting him.

so of course, when he got home, he’d do exactly that. his hand wrapping around his impatiently throbbing dick, head lolled back as soft whimpers escaped his mouth. he wished it was your hand. or the space between your tits. or your mouth.

merde . . .

his tip twitched, his core flexed abruptly, and he slightly hunched over as he came all over himself. because of you. and it shouldn’t be. god, the things he imagined whenever he jerked off to you — you’d undoubtedly hate him . . . probably. he briefly looked down at the mess he made on himself. his bottom lip jutted out slightly.

he should be cumming all over your tits instead.

the most stiffening thing is when he is over at your house. and you’re not even wearing a bra. he internally blushes. internally malfunctions. whether loose-fitting or tight-fitting, hugo knows whenever you’re not wearing a bra.

you guys would be on your couch, and hugo would be hugging a pillow on his lap that hid his pulsing erection. you’d be gesturing animatedly as you told some story, oblivious to hugo’s babbling heart (and tip). and with all the movements you were making, hugo’s pupils followed the slight jiggle of your chest. his lips made a tiny ‘o’ shape and his eyes went entirely vacant at the sight.

his thoughts blanked to a simple, repetitive boing, boing . . .

god. he needed to get himself together. think logically like he always does and not think with his dick. seriously, what the hell was wrong with him? you’re his friend.

but . . . boing, boing.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

a//n i dont have tits but hugo seems like a tits guy and thats hot

[valentinesxoxo]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !

yes, it was painfully obvious that your boyfriend, hugo, was huge. it wasn’t just his height that made him stand out, but the sheer size of his build. his broad shoulders, thick arms, and solid frame made it impossible to ignore just how much bigger he was compared to most people around him.

every part of him carried that strong, bulky physique, from the way his muscles stretched beneath his clothes to the natural heaviness of his body whenever he was close to you. there was no denying it—hugo was built like a wall, and honestly, who were you to complain?

not when you was put into a headlock with his thick arms.

and you loved every second of being manhandled. it wasn't just that he was big—it was that he knew exactly how to use that size to completely overwhelm you.

with his massive forearm locked securely against your throat, your head was tipped back, leaving your mouth open and your eyes rolling. you were trapped, effectively pinned between his insanely thick thighs and the mattress, completely at his mercy.

the pressure on your throat was firm—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who was in control. your breath came out in shallow little hitches, your pulse hammering against his forearm. he could feel every beat, every desperate flutter of your heart beneath his skin.

and he loved it.

his hips kept that relentless, heavy rhythm, each thrust sinking impossibly deep.

"fuck..." the word escaped him, guttural and raw, echoing off the headboard he was currently destroying. the metal creaked with every shove of his hips. he looked down at you—this pretty little thing beneath him, neck flushed red from his grip, thighs pinned wide open, barely able to breathe let alone speak. the contrast was almost comical.

you whimpered, and it snapped something in him. his forearm tightened just slightly against your throat as his grip on your waist crushed into the soft flesh. "can't even form words right now, can you?" he rasped, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. his voice was dark and satisfied. "good girl."

your brain turned to mush instantly. and that praise.. deep and rumbling against your ear, combined with the suffocating restriction of his arm around your throat had you floating. you couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but take exactly what he was giving you.

"needy little thing," he mocked softly, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your racing pulse point. your back arched violently, thighs trembling uncontrollably, nails digging uselessly into his massive forearm. he kept fucking you through it, hitting that spot with relentless, heavy precision that dragged your climax out endlessly.

his jaw clenched tightly, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he finally came undone. his hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go as he filled you with his release. his fingers tightened around your throat, holding you in place as he emptied himself inside you.

the feeling of him pulsing and throbbing so deep inside you made you shiver again, a small aftershock rippling through your oversensitive body. he stayed buried inside you for several long moments, his large frame pressing you into the mattress, his breathing rough and heavy against your ear.

[melow232]

Y/N in Daemon sisters clothes

+ Y/N in Kneesocks swim wear

[timbrhead]

DDLC ! | NGII – pt.0I

— info !

The Literature Club is full of cute boys! Will you write the way into their heart? TW: This story is not suitable for children or those who are easily disturbed.

wc: 4.8 k

It was just another normal day going to school.

You watched as couples and friendgroups wandered past you, their laughter and easy camaraderie making a light sense of envy bubble up inside of you.

A part of you longed for such connections, even though you are more than content with being by yourself. You guessed that a part of you thought that you were wasting away your youth, spending it mostly alone in your room.

Not that you were some reclusive NEET or anything. In fact, you had a friend who was currently shouting your name obnoxiously loud, his hurried footsteps eating up the distance between you.

“Heeeey, [ ]~! Wait up!”

And for a moment, you thought about just ignoring him, picking up the pace and potentially enjoying a peaceful day at school by yourself. But considering him making a fool out of himself screaming after you, you took pity at the last second. You stopped to wait for him, his long legs catching up to you in no time.

That someone was Bunny, your childhood friend since you were a kid. You grew close after his adoptive father, Lavinho, organised multiple playdates in hopes of adjusting Bunny to a normal life, including making proper friends his age.

You didn’t know much about his time before he was taken in by your kind neighbour, but you speculated that he didn’t have the best history, judging from the numerous deep scars littering his whole body.

But the past doesn’t seem to affect him much— he was a cheerful and energetic young man despite the occasional dark joke, even more so now, slinging his arms around you in a backwards hug when he caught up to you.

“…! H-hey, stop it, you are heavy-!”

You sputtered, struggling to keep yourself upright. You saw some students snickering at you two, making your cheeks burn. Bunny, as nice and cheerful as he was, he was also kind of dense, oblivious to the fact that his displays of affection could give off a false idea of your relationship.

You eventually managed to wrangle him off of you, huffing as you adjusted your uniform.

“Seriously, you aren’t as small as you once were, Bunny…”

You reprimanded, to which the other just chuckled, shuffling closer to you, a pep in his step.

“Haha, that is true… I was just so thrilled seeing you! It has been a while since we walked to school together, eh?”

He mused, making you sweatdrop.

“Yeah, since you always oversleep, you idiot…”

To that, he only sheepishly laughed, scratching the back of his head. In middle school, you and Bunny had always walked to school together, considering that the two of you were neighbours, but ever since high school started, the white-haired boy began to oversleep more and more, leaving you to go to school alone.

“That’s true, huh… can’t help it, the bed is too comfy~!”

He said, making you roll your eyes in exasperation. You continued walking, approaching the school building, when Bunny perked up again, looking at you curiously.

“By the way [ ], have you already decided on a club to join yet?”

As he said that, you noticed a coy glint in his eyes, a telling sign that he was planning something. Most likely involving you. You only sighed at that, thinking for a bit.

In all honesty, no, you haven’t. You didn’t have any particular interest in joining a club, preferring to head straight home to the comfort of your room.

It wasn’t like you had any friend group to hang out with either.

After much contemplation, you decided to answer truthfully, shaking your head. In the corner of your eye, you saw Bunny’s eyes light up.

“…no, I have not, not really.”

“Then I have the perfect club for you!”

He eagerly announced, turning your body towards him by your shoulders. Now that you locked eyes with each other, you saw the sparkle dance in his normally dull red hues.

“Did you know that I’m the vice president of the literature club? You should, like, totally join!”

He said, making you raise an eyebrow. Bunny? Literature? That was certainly new. You never knew that he had an interest in literature. If anything, you suspected him to be in the debate club or something, considering that he had some weird rivalry going on with a red head ever since he joined high school.

“Literature…?”

You repeated, tilting your head in confusion, followed by eager head nodding.

“Yes! It’s great, really, and you will make tons of new friends! It makes me sad, seeing you alone all the time, [ ]…”

Bunny lamented, dramatically clutching his chest area. You snorted at the dramatic display, shaking your head. You entered the school grounds, the scene getting busier with the amount of students walking in.

You thought about it, trying not to look into Bunny’s puppy eyes but ultimately failing, making you let out a defeated sigh at the end.

“Fine, fine… I’ll think about it.”

You said, making your childhood friend cheer.

“You won’t regret it!”

He said, before skipping away, probably on his way to torment Sae. You just sighed at his antics, feeling an uneasy feeling bubble up as you saw him depart.

“I didn’t even agree to joining yet…”

— — —

And just like that, the last bell rang. You couldn’t even exit your classroom before Bunny peaked his head inside, his prominent scar making him instantly recognizable under the sea of stundents.

“[ ], ready to go?”

He chirped, flashing you a smile, making you deadpan. You looked outside the window, watching as all the other students went home. It filled you with your own sense of longing for your bed, alongside a good game and snacks.

“I don’t know…to be honest, I don’t feel so good.”

You quickly bluffed, making Bunny let out a whine.

“Whaat? But you promised!”

He said, making you sputter.

“W-what? I didn’t promise anything! I told you… I’ll think about it…”

You muttered that last part, making Bunny huff. His expression then turned to a sheepish one, twiddling with his thumbs before clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture.

“Please, [ ]~! I-I kind of already said to everyone that I would bring another member…”

He said, looking at you with his signature puppy eyes, the innocent look betraying his true self. You just gaped, appaled at the fact that he had already made such a hasty promise to his club members.

“Bunny… are you serious?”

You muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Why would you…”

“I know! I’m sorry, but they are going to be reaaally mad if you don’t come now! One even made yummy treats for the new member!”

He said, making you sigh. A feeling of guilt bubbled up at the thought of letting these people down. And you guessed that a simple visit for some sweet treats wouldn’t hurt…

So with another defeated sigh, you nodded, slinging your bag over your shoulder. You watch as Bunny’s eyes light up again.

“Fine, fine. I’ll stop by for a sweet treat.”

“Yes! I swear, you want me to keep living for just a bit longer, [ ]!”

“Don’t joke about that…”

Bunny ignored your warning, opting to just give a sheepish smile. You admit, seeing his genuine smile made your heart lighter for just a bit, picking up the pace as he took your hand in his, pulling you towards the club room.

You two entered a section that you weren’t super familiar with, but even before you could register the new surroundings, Bunny swung open a door, his voice booming through the room, alerting everyone.

“Hellooo~! I brought the new member, guys!”

He excitedly exclaimed, making you stiffle a groan.

“Bunny, I already told you…”

You began, before you locked eyes with the supposed members of the literature club. There were only three other guys in there, all eyeing you skeptically.

But before you could correct him, all the words died on your tongue as your cheeks began to burn. Holy shit. This club was full of hot guys.

One of them, a blonde with blue ends gave you a sharp glare, his blue eyes probably able to cut diamonds. He huffed, crossing his arms as he looked at you and then bunny with a pointed gaze.

“Seriously? You brought a nerd?”

He spat out, leaning back in his chair. You raised an eyebrow at that, assessing his attitude. No need to be rude…

You tore your eyes away from him, instead looking at the other guy who was already reading a book. He had wine red hair with a dark gaze, his nearly completely black eyes seemingly dissecting you piece by piece.

“…”

Contrary to the other one, he didn’t say anything, taking his time to judge you. You gulp, hesitantly looking up at Bunny, who flashed you a big smile.

“No offense, but these guys look like trouble—“

You began to mutter to your childhood friend, before being interrupted by another voice, one that was smooth and charming, unlike the rest of the cast.

“Wha- ah, what a nice surprise [ ]!”

It was only when you looked into a pair of eyes seemingly swimming in liquid gold that you fully froze. The person standing in front of you was Julian Loki. The Julian Loki.

“Ah…”

You didn’t even really have the words. You didn’t expect that Loki of all people, arguably the most popular guy at school, would join a club. Let alone a literature club.

He was kind of a superstar, being known for his athleticism. Rumours were going around, talking about him starting a professional football career after he graduates. That, or becoming a model, one of the two.

Nontheless, you were even surprised that he knew your name. You never interacted, although you two were in the same class last year. You never thought that you would ever talk to him, considering that he was always surrounded by the entire school.

“Told you that I would deliver!”

Bunny says, patting your shoulder roughly, making you stumble a bit, shooting him a glare. You then turned your eyes back towards the three boys, waving awkwardly.

“Yeah…hi.”

You said, letting you get pulled towards a long table they arranged by pulling the desks together in the middle of the classroom. You still felt a bit awkward, but you were reassured when Loki shot you a smile.

“Your friend told us a lot about you,”

The young man said, making nervousness bubble up inside you.

“Did he now…”

You muttered, followed by a lighthearted chuckle by Loki.

“Don’t worry, its all positive! Nice to see you again, [ ].”

He said. Loki then looks through the room, as if registering if everyone is present. He then smiles, nodding towards you.

“Well, since everyone is here, I guess I should introduce everyone! This is Kaiser,”

He pointed to the blonde, who just muttered something under his breath. You gulped, noting that despite him looking your age, that you never saw him in any classes.

“The unusually quiet one is Hugo,”

Loki nodded to the red-head reading a book, his empty gaze seemingly assesing you again.

“And I guess you already know the vice-president Bunny. And that leaves me, as the president!”

He said, making you blink.

“Wait… the president? Are you running a club beside your training as well, Loki? That’s impressive.”

You blurt out, oblivious to the burning of his ears at your praise. Loki sheepishly laughs at that, waving you off.

“T-that’s nothing, the football academy is hardly something I need to sacrifice a ton of time for,”

he said, making you raise an eyebrow. You guessed that this guy really does it all, huh… you felt a little pathetic, sitting in front of such a capable human being, while you were just a lonely high school student.

You were interrupted by Bunny nudging you, snickering.

“Don’t be intimidated by him, [ ]! He is a good and trusty president~”

He chirped, wrapping an arm casually around you. In the corner, you could see Kaiser raising an eyebrow, making you want to sink into the ground.

“Yeah, I’d imagine…”

You say, before casting another look through the room, watching as Kaiser retreated towards the closet, rumaging around in them, Hugo leaning against the windowsill already immersed again, and Loki reading in front of you and Bunny, what seems to be a book about football theory.

You leaned towards Bunny, whispering.

“Um…so what exactly do you guys… do here?”

Bunny snickered at that, whispering in your ear.

“Oh, well… most days, we just do what we feel like. Sometimes, we discuss the things we read,”

He says, making you hum in understanding. This was a lot more laid back and…chill than you initially thought. Maybe you will be home here after all. The tension was also gone after everyone dispersed doing their own thing, only leaving a calm, and gentle athmosphere.

You squirmed around a bit, feeling a bit left out without a book. Once again, you turn towards your childhood friend.

“Um… what… what do you read, Bunny?”

You said, making the other jump. But after a bit of assessment, he seemed to register your dilemma, a smile stretching across his face.

He leaned in, his breath nudging against your ear.

“Oh, you don’t have a book, right?”

“Well, I didn’t even know that I would join a literature club today, so no.”

He chuckled at your deadpan expression, before sliding the book he was reading towards you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you down~ you can read this with me, I’ll begin from the beginning.”

Bunny flipped to the first page, and you two began to read together. At first, it was a bit awkward, but after a while, you two settled into a nice rythym.

The book was surprisingly insightful and gloomy, one that you thought was a bit uncharacteristic for Bunny. The novel had a lot of heavy themes, including suicidal ideologies and grim worldviews, making a heavy feeling pool in your gut.

But your childhood friend seemed unpreturbed by this, the slight smile on his face never faltering as his eyes glided over the words. It was almost like he felt content, reading something like this.

It was only when Bunny nudged you with his shoulder that you were taken out of your trance.

“Can I turn the page?”

He asked, and only then did you realise that you didn’t read a single word, and instead just analysed his face for the last five minutes.

You gulped, before hesitantly nodding. You redirected your gaze to the page again, your eyes following the letters without your brain registering them. After a while, you finally brought up the courage, gulping.

“Wow… this is some really heavy stuff…”

You mumbled, eliciting a quiet hum from Bunny.

“Do you like these kinds of stories…?”

You asked, making the other perk up, his dull red eyes locking with yours. He seemed to think for a bit, before nodding.

“I guess… they make me feel a bit at ease.”

He muttered, making concern bubble up inside you.

“Oh…”

“Happy stories just make me feel a bit weird. Why are they so goddamn happy all the time? I guess that it just makes me a bit angry.”

He said, his eyes flickering with an emotion you couldn’t name. Was it envy? Disgust? Anger? You didn’t know. You pressed your lips together, fiddling with the edge of the page.

“I didn’t know that about you, Bunny, it’s… really interesting,”

You said, making the other blink, seemingly not expecting the answer. You looked up at him, an apologetic smile forming on your face.

“I didn’t realise that, but it’s been a while since we hung out, right? I…I would like to change that, so…if there is anything bothering you, I…I can listen, okay?”

You mustered up, a light tingling feeling bubbling up inside you. You were sure that you were overstepping. It really wasn’t your place to dissect Bunny’s psychology, but an inkling inside you urged you to say these words.

It just felt right.

You looked at your childhood friend, and for a moment, you saw his eyes widen just a fraction, a shade of pink spreading through his cheeks. That was followed by a sheepish laugh, one that felt a bit forced and awkward.

“…hahaha, what are you, trying to charm me?”

He said, his hand rising to ruffle your hair, shattering the athmosphere.

“Seriously, you say that I can’t catch social cues but then you pull something like this! If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you were coming onto me~”

He said, making you sputter, scooting away.

“W-what are you saying? That isn’t it—“

You blurt out, the flash of hurt in Bunny’s eyes flying over your head as you tried to set the record straight.

“I’m just saying that I care about you, Bunny…”

You mutter, making the other momentarily freeze up.

“[ ]…”

“Ah, that reminds me, didn’t you have some treats for our newbie, Kaiser?”

Bunny jolted as he was interupted by Loki’s voice, one that was encouraging everyone to redirect their attention to the blonde, including you.

Kaiser sputtered at that, averting his eyes from you as he crossed his arms.

“Wha-I— It’s not like I got them for you or anything…”

He spat out, making you raise an eyebrow.

“But didn’t you? I’m the newbie, no?”

You say, unknowingly riling him up even more.

“D-don’t get smart with me!”

He huffed, before giving up, runnging a hand through his hair in a defeated fashion before dissapering into a secluded corner, pulling up a tray and setting it down on the table the members gathered around in. He pulled the foil back, revealing…

“Bread…rusks?”

You said, looking at the sticks of bread dusted in cinamon sugar. The reaction was followed by a huff from the blonde, who glared at you again.

“What, do you have a problem with that?”

He huffed, making you instantly shake your head, intimidated by his aggressive nature. Loki just sighs, shooting you a warm look.

“Don’t mind him, Kaiser is always like that. He doesn’t mean it though.”

He said, leaning in slightly. You could smell his cologne, one that was warm and expensive, befitting of someone like him. He shoot you a polite smile, one that demanded your entire attention as he spoke with you.

“Is there a specific reason why you decided to join [ ]? Any genres you are particularly interested in?”

He asked, before being interupted by Kaiser plopping down beside him, watching as Bunny munched on the bread rusks with a delighted hum.

He huffed, rolling his eyes as he huffed.

“As if… bet she only joined to be with her boyfriend,”

He snorted, making both you and Bunny momentarily sputter. You were quick to shake your head, laughing sheepishly.

“Th-that’s definitely not true! Me and Bunny are friends, and if anything…”

You stop, looking through the room before your eyes landed on the tray of bread rusk. You swiftly took one, pointing at them.

“I came for the sweet treat Bunny has promised,”

You said, biting into one. You were met with a sweet flavour, one that wasn’t overpowering at all, making you let out a delighted hum. From the corner of your eye you could see Kaiser looking dumbfounded by your response, looking at you as you ate.

“Oh! This tastes really good, Kaiser!”

You said, making the blonde freeze up, before his face turned red.

“T-that—“

He sputtered, before it was interupted by Loki, who let out a chuckle.

“Pfft—! I… really, I rarely met anyone like you, [ ]!”

He laughed, making you let out a sheepish chuckle. By then, Kaiser has composed himself again, not having anything new to say, choosing to stay silent as he quietly basked in your praise.

You were relieved to have diffused the misunderstanding, watching Bunny and Hugo talk to eachother, before Loki began to catch your attention again.

“So you aren’t reading anything, yeah?”

“Umm… not really, I… like to read psychology books, I guess…”

You say, noticing how Kaiser visibly perked up, a flicker of interest crossing his face.

“Oh, then what—“

“You read psychology books?”

Kaiser interrupted Loki, raising an eyebrow at your confession. You nod, scratching the back of your head.

“Yeah… occasionally, I like philosophy too… I recently read beyond good and evil.”

You said, nodding. That seemed to make Kaiser light up, leaning in.

“That’s…!”

He seemed to catch himself before he could get too excited, clearing his voice.

“…f-fine, I guess. I mean, it’s pretty basic, to be honest,”

He stuttered, averting his eyes, making you raise an eyebrow.

“Oh? Then do you have any reccomendations, then?”

You asked, making him huff.

“A-as if I would tell you…”

“It would be optimal, considering we are in a literature club…”

“Y-you…!”

You snickered, resting your head on the back of your hand with a smug face, watching the flustered expression on the blondes face. You now began to understand the appeal behind Bunny’s desire to provoke someone.

You and Kaiser began to lightly bicker with eachother, the light athmosphere seemingly loosening up everyone else as well. And even though Kaiser tried to hide it as best as he could, you could tell that he too had fun talking with you, evident by the occasional grins he couldn’t hide from you.

This was only interrupted by Loki nudging Kaiser, making the other scowl.

“How about we continue this conversation with tea? Hugo has some in the closet, if I remember…”

He said, making the red head perk up, nodding before wordlessly dissappearing into the closet, presumambly to get the tea supplies.

“You are allowed to have a whole tea set here?”

You asked, making Loki nod.

“Yeah, the teachers permitted it. Well, they permitted me, but who’s checking?”

He chuckled, making you let out a quiet laugh. Well, you guessed that made sense. Loki was enjoying many priveleges, considering that he was a prodigy and all.

Hugo returned with the tea set shortly after, setting it down in the middle of the table beside the bread rusks. He poured you a cup alongside everyone else, taking a seat next to you across from Loki.

Hugo was the only one that you didn’t exchange any words with, only quietly sitting next to you with a book in his hand, making you curious.

You turned towards him, tilting your head.

“Um.. what are you reading? Seems pretty immersive…”

You say, making the other blink, before wordlessly turning the book towards you. It was only then that you caught a glimpse of the pages filled with… blank. You sweatdrop, inspecting the empty page.

“It’s…blank?”

You asked him, making the other shrug his shoulders.

“So?”

He quipped, as if you were the one asking ridiculous questions.

“What are you reading, then?”

You asked further, leaning in as if you could decipher teeny tiny letters on the pages.

“…”

Hugo seemed to contemplate your question carefully before answering.

“It helps me think,”

He said, making you hum. Frankly, you still did not know what he meant by that, but you became fascinated nontheless. Till now, every member of the literature club has been more peculiar than the rest, and Hugo seemed to be no different.

“Oh… do you mean that you… imagine the words on the page yourself?”

You asked, tilting your head. And for a moment, you could see something flicker in Hugo’s eyes, seemingly wanting to say something, but he was interrupted by Loki who let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

“Hugo? No way, he doesn’t really dabble in writing as far as I know,”

The golden eyed boy exclaimed, waving your claim off. In the corner of your eye you could see the red-head quirk his eyebrow, seemingly offended by what the other said.

But he didn’t seemed to be inclined to be provoked, only redirecting his gaze back to the blank pages, his eyes skimming through the paper.

“Actually, I do. Writing became a past time of mine a while ago, Loki.”

He said, making everyone’s attention turn towards him.

“Eh, really?”

Bunny exclaimed, an amused smile on his face as he stole another bread rusk from the tray. Kaiser seemed to be as equally surprised, before he let out a snort, rolling his eyes.

“Pfft— okay, no offense, but I originally thought that you couldn’t even read. Y’know, with your special books and all.”

That sentence earned himself a pointed glare from Hugo, before you chimed in, a flicker of interest dancing in your eyes. You hummed, clasping your hands together.

“I didn’t know that you wrote stuff in your spare time! Can I read some of them?”

You exclaimed, oblivious to the stiffening of Hugo’s body, surprised at your genuine interest. He was momentarily stunned, before he cleared his voice, using his hand before his mouth to hide the flustered expression on his face.

“Ah…if…if you would like to, I could bring you some next time…”

He exclaimed, averting his eyes so you couldn’t see his bashful expression. You nodded, humming, before the president chimed in again.

“Then, why not make it into an excercise for next time? The next time we see eachother, lets present our writings to eachother!”

He cheerfully exclaimed, his warm gaze directed at you.

“What do you think, [ ] ?”

He asked, making you immediately sputter, not really having expected to be asked of your opinion.

“Ah…I guess it could be fun… but I would let the club as a whole decide…”

“That’s right, why aren’t you asking us too, Loki?”

Kaiser huffed, putting a hand on his hips. To that Loki just blinked, an unreadable expression flickering through his face before he sheepishly laughed.

“I was going to, before you interrupted me, Kaiser—“

“I think that could be fun~”

Bunny said, wrapping an arm around you. You squimed out of his hold, but nodded in agreement. Hugo also seemed to be on board, and with everyone’s gaze on Kaiser, he looked like he was about to say something, before he conceeded, sighing.

“Wha— okay, okay, fine! Just don’t expect to not shed tears at my artistry…”

He said, making you deadpan, but laugh afterwards. After that, the sun was already setting in the distance, signaling the club meeting to a close. You and Bunny packed up together, saying your goodbyes to everyone before leaving the school premises.

As you two walked, you noticed an unusual silence surrounding Bunny, making an uneasy feeling errupt in you. Normally, he was always pretty chatty, especially with you around, so having him so silent was unusual.

You turned your gaze towards him, and you noticed a solemn look on his face before it was washed away by a grin stretching through his face.

“What is it?”

You asked, making the other hum, waving you off.

“Ehh? What, can’t I admire my super charming friend?”

He exclaimed, which was answered by a deadpan look. He then sighed, a more genuine chuckle escaping him before he redirected his gaze towards the setting sky.

“Nah, but for real… I guess I was just wondering wether or not you liked it or not. The guys there are quite… peculiar, after all.”

He said, making you snort.

“Well, yeah, they most certainly aren’t…”

You said, before turning towards Bunny, locking eyes with his dull ones.

“But if I can handle you, I can handle them as well. It was fun. thank you Bunny!”

You exclaimed, opening the door to the porch of your house. He had walked you home, his own home being directly beside yours. You saw Bunny smiling as well, although you noticed that his smile didn’t exactly reach his eyes. But before you could say anything, you were suddenly enveloped by him, his big, scarred arms enveloping you.

“I’m glad… I’m so happy seeing you make some new friends,”

He exclaimed, before parting from you. By then, he was back to his usual self, smiling as he watched you dissapear though your front door.

“See you tomorrow! I’ll be sure to not oversleep this time!”

He laughed, watching the door close shut with your skeptical look, before allowing his mask to fall. A moment of silence followed, and for a moment, Bunny reached out to the door handle, a part of him wanting to follow you inside.

To envelope you properly.

But he stopped himself last minute, a humourless chuckle escaping him as he registered his own feelings.

“Shit…”

He muttered, touching the scar on his face as a way to ground himself. As a way to tell himself that a reality like that could never happen. You would never pick someone as damaged as him.

“This is bad…”

Authors note: another series! chat real quick do my tags work? For some reason, tumblr says that some sort of error is in my tags 0-0

[akamigi]

i wanted a reason to draw his earring (<fat lie)

[ruruumin]

lohen really hates the fact that no one believes him when he says you’re dating. 

every time you go out together, walking through the streets of mondstadt, there would be at least once or two instances of people blatantly ignoring him or forgetting his existence. he was the vice captain of the fifth company for archons sake. everybody should know him by now. but somehow, when it came to the charming baker across the street, bashfully asking for your contact information, it was as if lohen didn’t exist. 

if not for the gentle squeeze of his hand, he might have popped a vein. 

in a very lohen matter, he conjures up ways to make it obvious you were taken. would it be easier if you wore a necklace with his initials? he could salvage some rare metals and forge it himself. or should he carry you on his back, so that everyone knows the two of you came in a package? so many choices… he found it difficult to choose one. 

he turned to varka for assistance. with his wisdom and old age, lohen remembered a tradition that dispels rumors. 

the next morning, you woke up to a beautiful ring on your finger. not too elaborate but not simple either. it was the perfect size (despite never explicitly telling your boyfriend). although you were clueless to his other intentions, you were too distracted being over the moon at his proposal. 

lohen could only smile gleefully as the bachelors of mondstadt kept themselves away from you, drawn away from the ring on your finger.

[gubsah]

Twotime hair pmo 💔

[ryuucam]

SURPRISE GIFT!

i love when short guys have such big cocks. and theyre so smug about them too. ugh.

contains venti + dahlia + lohen, virginity loss, dacryphilia, rough sex, shapeshifting <3, creampies, blowjobs

i think that to some extent, venti has the ability to change how only certain parts of his body look like. most of the time, his dick is average - it’s not like he’s showing it freely to everyone! - and it’ll stay that way when he deflowers your pretty pussy for the first time. but he’s so mean, and by the second time you’re sitting all pretty on his cock, he’s suddenly becoming bigger! his shaft is now long and thick, and his fat mushroom tip is twitching. “v-venti.. ‘s so big now..ngh!“ you can whine all you want, but he’s just gonna sit down and enjoy your shy and hesitant bouncing on his dick.

like archon, like follower, so it’s no surprise that dahlia is so similar to venti in that aspect. you can see the outline of his cock from his shorts, and for some reason (you) it’s always half hard and leaky. when he finally pounces on you, he’s like a mad man. if you say something about his size, dahlia’s only gonna get harder and fuck you more! he already is so happy to have such a pretty thing wrapped around his finger that he can’t help but shove his dick in you all at once <3 but you gotta be good, kay miss? be good and take his load.

you spent one too many nights wondering how vice captain lohen’s dick was like. poor you, humping your pillow so lost in thought, so desperate to know what the man of your dreams was packing down there. and when the time comes, and you’re on your knees in front of lohen, all pretty and doe eyes, you realize you were not actually prepared. his cock falls out of his boxers, his fat shaft hitting your forehead. “what, disappointed?” he scoffs, teasing. “n-no, ‘fcourse not, captain-“ “good, aren’t you such a doll?” don’t worry, lohen thinks you look like one even when you’re desperately trying to suck on his cock just to make him feel good!

[butterymangowrites]

hop, hop, little bunny

paring: bunny iglesias x fem reader

warnings: non-con/dub-con, bullying, revenge, smut, semi-public sex, unsafe sex, breeding kink, come swallowing, forced relationship, implied baby trapping

word count: 2.2k

english is not my first language. please excuse any mistakes.

“Hop, hop, little bunny, hop, hop.” 

You sang your made-up song and clapped, waiting for the shorter boy who looked at you with tears in his eyes to do what the lyrics said. “I said hop!” 

The boy visibly flinched at how loud you shouted at him, then he slowly crouched down. Seeing that, you started to sing again.

“Hop, hop, little bunny, hop, hop.” 

The boy hopped. 

His name was Bunny Iglesias, and he used to be the smallest boy in your class. Looking at him now, it’d never been clearer that the word ‘small’ couldn’t describe the boy you used to bully anymore. In fact, at the age of nineteen, he was already taller than most of the people in this fancy-ass night club. 

You wished you hadn’t come. What were the chances of meeting a school friend whom you hadn’t met in thirteen years again? Possible, but not likely, you reckoned. So when a big group of men entered your zone and you saw a familiar face there, your brain short-circuited for a second. 

And it had to be him, didn’t it? 

One could never forget a face like that—red, wide eyes with that pale lavender hair, and an x-shaped scar on his right cheek. The vertical cut ran across his eye while the horizontal went across the bridge of his nose. You used to tease him about it, making his bright eyes lose the light within when you said it made him look like a freak. It was this exact same scar that lived in your head rent-free for years even after its owner was gone. 

You were both six years old when you met in primary school, and by seven, Bunny left. He used to love basketball, always staying late to use the school’s court. The first time you saw him on TV playing football, you stopped whatever you were doing and stared until the camera cut to another player—stunned. 

“Aren’t basketball players supposed to be tall?” You asked mockingly, your thumbs hooked on your backpack straps, standing on the sideline talking to the only person using the court. “If you’re short, you gotta jump higher.” 

There was no reaction from Bunny, and that made you want to provoke him more. 

“Well, your name is already Bunny. Go on. Jump,” you said. “Jump like a little bunny.”

Bunny’s eyes turned to you, and you instantly snapped out of your childhood memory. 

“I’m going to go get some air.” You told one of your friends, didn’t wait for an answer and just walked. You needed to get out of here. Passing through the crowd of people, you headed towards where you knew would lead to the exit. When you saw the door, you walked faster. Just a few steps away, you thought. 

Suddenly, your wrist was grabbed, and the door was no longer in sight. You were pulled into what looked like a short hallway. There was another door at the end, but there was a belt barrier in front of it, telling you there would be no one coming in to possibly rescue you from whatever situation you were about to be in. 

Of course it was Bunny standing in front of you. The club’s low light fell on one side of his face, and you knew. It was the scar; it couldn’t be someone else. If you thought he was tall before, he was imposing now face-to-face. Gone was the scrawny little kid whose dream was to be a basketball player. Now, he was the Bunny Iglesias of FC Barcha, one of the most promising players in the football world right now. 

“Do you remember me?” he asked. 

“Yeah.” Your voice was hoarse, but you knew he heard you because the music wasn’t that loud here. “Of course.” 

“And you didn’t think to say hi,” he said with a blank stare. “That was rude of you.”

Confused, you said, “Hi.”

That made him laugh, but it was dry and mirthless. Then his eyes scanned you, roving along your body from your feet up, making you fidget and suddenly uncomfortable in your skimpy spaghetti-strap dress.

“You’re so,” he paused to ponder, “small” 

Oh, you knew he still hated you, alright. Thirteen years and still hadn’t forgotten what you said to him and made him do. Now he spat it back in your face, and he wasn’t wrong. Having to crane your neck just to take a look at his face, you were sure he was at least 6’3. Huge and fit, very athletic. 

And very scary. Considering that you used to bully him verbally and physically, it wasn’t that unreasonable to think he might want some payback.  

But you were six years old, for crying out loud. Kids did things they didn’t mean all the time. You wanted to say, but you also knew he had the right to be mad. You hid his basketball, called him a little bunny and made him hop like one. You made fun of his dream. After the teacher made everyone stand up and tell their classmates their dreams, you told him his would never come true, that it was stupid and he should give it up. 

You were the reason he moved schools the following year. 

His parents made sure everyone knew, all the teachers and parents, resulting in your classmates distancing themselves from you. After he was gone, you became the next freak no one wanted to talk to. There was no way you wouldn’t remember him. He left quite an impression, too. 

“You should come to my game,” he said, giving you a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Next Saturday.” 

“I’m busy,” you answered a bit too quickly, and he squinted. “College stuff.” 

“You owe me an apology.” He finally addressed the elephant in the room. “It’s the least you could do.” 

It was that moment you noticed his hand was still on you, his thumb caressing the inside of your wrist gently. It did nothing to ease your mind, though. Deep down, you knew this was a bad idea, but because of what he said, you promised you would go. Just like he said—it was the least you could do. 

—

Hop, hop, little bunny, hop, hop.

You thought of that silly song as you watched Bunny jump unrealistically high and kick the ball mid-air, scoring another goal for his team. At this point where there were only two minutes left, there was no way the other team would take the lead, not unless they could score two goals in succession or one to at least tie so the game would go to extra time. That would give them another chance to try to score a winning goal, but from the look of it, you didn’t think it was going to happen. 

Bunny’s play was incredible. He was fast, powerful, and precise. And his jump… it was damn insane. You felt a pang of shame in your heart every time he did it, thinking back to the times you used to watch him jump under the basketball hoop, one hand reaching up trying to get close to the rim. He could’ve definitely been a basketball player. It was you who didn’t see the vision and acted like a dick. 

Because you were a kid. 

He told you to wait for him after the game, but you weren’t going to. Coming here today was you paying for your sins, but you refused to be gaslit into believing you had to give anything more. 

And so you left, only to meet him again a week later in the same club, ending up in the same hallway, but this time, on your knees with his cock down your throat. 

He was angry you left. Your phone was bombarded with texts from him that day after the game asking where you’d gone, but you left them unread and quickly muted the chat. You didn’t want to give him your number, but you had to because he said he’d text you the details on where to get the ticket and stuff. 

It should’ve been enough, going to his game to acknowledge how great he had become, but Bunny didn’t share the same sentiment. For him, you didn’t deserve to be let off so easily. It was unfortunate that one of his friends befriended one of yours, and that your friend happened to tell that new friend they were going to be here tonight. That was how Bunny knew; he thought he would find you here, and he did. 

Breathing through your nose was the only thing that kept you conscious, considering how blocked your mouth was. Bunny fucked your face hard, mercilessly, with both of his hands on the back of your head, shoving you down to take him in as much as you could.

The first couple of times he made you deepthroat him, you gagged, not used to the deep invasion. But he was surprisingly patient for someone who told you frankly he was angry with you before hauling your ass away from the dance floor to suck cock in a place where people could see if they were nosy or drunk enough to stray in. 

“Relax your throat. More, angel, more. Just like that. Fuck.”

It felt like your jaw was going to fall off. It took him forever to come, but when he did, you realized you weren’t quite ready for it. The whole load was blown down your throat, and you had no choice but to swallow, drinking his cum as if it were a drink served directly and exclusively to you. It might as well have been, seeing that it made you a little drunk. 

Bunny slapped your face with his cock teasingly before tucking himself in, smiling sweetly all the while. Under the influence of his cum, it looked almost genuine. 

From then on, you didn’t dare ignore his texts again. 

—

His pull-out game was atrociously weak, and most of the time, he didn’t even try. Who would’ve thought Bunny would have a breeding kink? Not you. He didn’t seem like the type to risk doing this with anyone. In fact, he didn’t seem like the type to be interested in sex at all. He just… looked bored all the time. Even with the permanent cold smile etched on his face, you weren’t fooled. This man was so dead inside and pessimistic to the core. You didn’t see that bright-eyed kid anymore when you looked at him. 

The fact that he seemed to genuinely enjoy doing something for once, even if that something involved filling your pussy up with his cum and telling you he’d get you round with his kids so you could never leave, surprised you to no end. 

When confronted with the observation and the plea for him to be more careful, because even if you were on the pill, it wasn’t foolproof, he simply said,

“You ruined my life. I ruined yours. Isn’t that fair?” 

“Fair? I was six years old!”

“And yet, you still managed to destroy the dream of another six-year-old so carelessly,” he said, calm and collected. “I lost the one thing I enjoyed, and then I gained another. Fair.” 

He didn’t have to tell you what that one thing was; you knew immediately he was talking about basketball, and you as its replacement. Absolutely bonkers. 

Then he unzipped his jeans. “Now, hop on my cock.” 

And hop on it you did. You were glad he didn’t make you sing the song, vengeful as he was; that would’ve made you wish you hadn’t been born. His full length slid into your pussy without a hitch, and in no time, you were bouncing on it. It didn’t take you long to feel an orgasm creeping in. After months of fucking, Bunny already knew your body like the back of his hand. 

Bunny pulled you down against his chest and wrapped both arms completely around you then bucked his hips up fast, fucking you dumb. You wished you still had some fight left in you, just like the first few months when you used to make things hard for him. It was almost too easy now, and at times, you felt ashamed of yourself. 

The feeling of his cum spurting inside was inexplicably intimate; it was like being marked—a property of Bunny Iglesias. And perhaps, you were. He even introduced you to his teammates, just a few weeks back, telling everyone you used to have a big crush on him, and that was why you were a little mean to him as a kid. He didn’t go into details, didn’t tell anyone you crushed his dream, but his eyes told you he would if you wouldn’t shut up and play along. 

“Cute story, isn’t it?” Bunny said to his footballer friends, his big hand placed on your waist proprietarily. He brought you down to the field after the game for some photos, and if nobody noticed you wearing a number 19 jersey before, they definitely did now. “Now her wish is fulfilled. Never give up, right?” 

People laughed, and you laughed with them. And when Bunny kissed you, you did your best not to pull back too soon and even kissed him back, once on the lips and once on his scar. Immediately, the fake glee on his face was replaced with something darker. His eyes were clouded by a look that read, ‘You will get fucked until you cry tonight,’ but you didn’t care. 

If he wanted to play, you would play.

[lumiambrose]

bigger than you ft. Bunny Inglesias

・❥・smut mdni the bunny you grew up with was so cute, tiny and oh so easy to tease. jokes on you, this 6'3 menace hasn't forgotten one bit

you remember when he was small.

god, that's the funniest part of all this. you remember when bunny iglesias came up to your shoulder. maybe your collarbone if he really stretched. little kid with scruffled hair that stuck up weird in the back and these huge red eyes that blinked at you like a baby deer every time you teased him about it.

"you're so tiny," you'd tell him, and you'd put your hand flat on top of his head to measure, making a big dramatic show of the height difference. "how are you even real? you're like a little toy person."

and he'd just look up at you with that soft, open expression he had back then. not angry. not embarrassed, really. just… watching you. those red irises tracking your face with a patience that felt strange on a kid his age.

"i'll be taller than you someday," he said once, very simply.

you laughed. you actually laughed.

"sure you will, bunny."

he didn't say anything after that. just kept looking at you with those big eyes, and something in them you couldn't name. you were too busy being seventeen and tall and certain of yourself to pay attention to the thing settling quietly behind his expression.

you stopped seeing him regularly when you went to college. life moved. you heard things secondhand, the way you do with people who drift to the edges of your world. heard he made a youth team. heard he made the team. saw his name on sports sites you weren't even looking for. bunny iglesias. 191 centimeters. FC Barcha. twelve goals mid-season.

twelve goals.

you thought about that flat hand on the top of his head and felt something strange move through your stomach.

you didn't go looking for trouble when you ran into him at a mutual friend's thing. seriously. you were just there for the free drinks and to catch up with someone you actually liked.

but then there he was.

and listen. you knew, objectively, from the articles, from the photos. you knew he'd gotten tall. but knowing it and standing in front of it are two categorically different experiences.

he was across the room when you spotted him. talking to someone, head tilted slightly, that same unhurried stillness he'd had as a kid, that same patience, except now it was wrapped around a frame that made the guy next to him look like he was standing in a different scale. lavender hair, a black cap with a rabbit's face on it, scars on his face that you hadn't seen before, vertical line down his right eye, a horizontal one crossing his cheek and nose.

the scars made something tighten in your chest, but you didn't look away.

he turned before you got the chance to decide what to do. like he already knew where you were standing.

those red eyes found you across the room and his mouth curved into that soft, gentle smile. quiet. easy. like nothing in the world.

"hey," he said, when he drifted over, because of course he came to you first, of course he did. his voice was lower than you remembered. "it's been a while."

"yeah," you said. "it really has."

you had to look up at him.

you didn't know what to do with that.

"you got tall," you said, because you're an idiot apparently and his smile didn't change, but something shifted in his eyes. something warm and slow and patient, like he'd been waiting for you to say exactly that.

"you told me i would," he said.

you don't actually remember who suggested leaving. maybe it was mutual. the details blurred together in the specific way that details do when something is already inevitable and your brain knows it before your mouth catches up. what you remember is the ride over, the easy quiet of it, the way he sat with his arm resting in the open window and didn't fill the silence with anything.

you remember thinking that the innocent spark was gone. not cruelly. just gone, grown over with something else, something quieter and more knowing and entirely more dangerous.

you remember the door closing behind you and him turning around in your apartment, taking in the space with that same unhurried attention he gave everything, and then looking at you.

"so," you started.

"you used to put your hand on my head," he said.

just like that. no preamble. and you felt heat crawl up your neck.

"bunny…"

"to show how much shorter i was." he stepped toward you, easy and slow, like he had all the time in the world, because he did, because he always did. "you thought it was funny."

"it was, like… playful. i wasn't trying to be mean."

"i know," he said. he was so close now and you were doing something embarrassing with your breathing. "i know you weren't."

he lifted his hand and set it flat on top of your head.

the warmth of his palm. the gentle, deliberate pressure. the way he held it there for just a second, easy and certain, while you stood under it and felt the bottom drop out of your stomach.

"look at that," he said softly.

and without warning he kissed you.

it wasn't rough. not at all. it was slow and careful and somehow that was so much worse, the way his mouth moved against yours with that total patience, one big hand cradling the back of your head like you were something he'd been thinking about putting down for a very long time.

you made a small sound against him and he swallowed it without urgency.

"bunny," you managed, when he pulled back just enough, "you're…"

"i know," he said quietly.

he walked you back until your knees hit the bed and when you sat down the height difference hit you all over again. he was still standing and you were looking up at him. something about that made heat pool directly between your legs, embarrassingly fast.

he took his cap off, set it aside. looked down at you with those soft red eyes.

"can i?" he asked.

"yeah," you breathed. "yeah, obviously. come here."

he was so careful undressing you that it almost made things worse. hands finding buttons, fabric, his fingers warm and unhurried, like he was studying each new thing. when he got your shirt off he looked at you for a moment without touching, just looking, with an expression you couldn't fully parse. not hunger exactly. something deeper than that. something that had been waiting.

"you're staring," you said.

"i know," he agreed, like it wasn't an accusation.

his hands moved to your hips and he laid you back, settled over you and then you understood it properly. the size of him. the way he blocked out the ceiling. he held himself up on one forearm. his free hand moved down between you, fingers pressing through the fabric of your underwear.

"oh," you breathed.

"yeah?" he said softly.

"yes, yeah, bunny, god…"

he pressed harder, slow circles, watching your face the whole time with that gentle focused attention, like you were interesting to him, like your reactions were something he was cataloguing. you squirmed under his hand and he let you, patient and unhurried while you got wet and desperate against his fingers.

"please," you finally said.

"please what?"

"you know what."

his mouth curved into that soft, quiet smile. "i want to hear you say it."

you exhaled. "please, bunny. please, i want you to…"

he moved your underwear aside and slid two fingers into you, steady and certain, your back arching off the bed.

"fuck," you choked out.

"there you go," he said, like you'd done something right.

he worked you open slowly, curling his fingers in a way that made your thighs shake, mouth dropping to your neck, your collarbone, your chest, pressing soft careful kisses while you fell apart on his hand. no urgency. complete patience. the most infuriating patience you'd ever experienced.

"bunny i swear to god if you don't…"

"if i don't what?" another curl of his fingers. you made a sound that embarrassed you.

"please," you said again. "please, i need you, please."

"as you wish," he said simply.

he took his time with that too. lining himself up, pressing forward slowly. you felt every inch of it, the stretch of him filling you open and the low broken sound that came out of your mouth you absolutely couldn't help. he was so big, not just tall, and the pressure of it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

"s'too… hah… a lot," you gasped out.

"you can take it," he said, low and quiet against your temple. not a command. a fact. stated with complete certainty. "you can take it."

he was right. god help you, he has to be right.

when he finally bottomed out he held still, letting you adjust, you could feel your pulse everywhere. your hands gripping his shoulders, his skin warm and solid under your fingers. he pressed a kiss to the side of your face, unhurried.

"okay?" he murmured.

"move," you managed. "please, move."

and so he did.

long slow rolls of his hips at first that pushed the air out of you each time, the pressure building steady and relentless. you found yourself arching up to meet him, chasing it. his breathing was controlled, measured, because of course it was, while yours was already ragged. the sounds of it, wet and rhythmic, filled the room and your face went hot with it, hotter still when he shifted his angle and found something that made your vision blur.

"there," you gasped out. "bunny, there, don't stop…"

"yeah," he said softly. "i've got you, princesa."

the pace built gradually, like everything he did, slow becoming something steadier, something that had weight to it, each thrust pushing you up the bed slightly, the headboard meeting the wall in a dull rhythm. you were talking, you realised distantly, broken syllables that weren't quite words, yesyesyes and please and his name spilling out of you with no real control. he watched your face the whole time. those red eyes, soft and focused and patient. the scars on his face catching the low light.

"you're close," he said.

"yes," you managed. "bunny, yes, please…"

he reached between you, thumb finding your clit, pressing in slow circles while he kept that steady rolling pace and you completely lost the thread of yourself. the orgasm built in your legs first, tightened through your core and when it broke it broke hard. your thighs clamping around him, your voice cracking on his name, your whole body shuddering through it while he fucked you through every second of it without stopping.

when you came down you were shaking. he kept moving, slower now, easier, his breath finally uneven against your shoulder.

"i'm gonna…" he started.

"yeah," you breathed. "yeah."

he pressed deep when he came, held there, a low quiet exhale against your neck. everything still.

the room smelled like sex and warm skin. the sheets were a disaster. your thighs were still trembling faintly if you paid attention.

he was on his back beside you, that same unhurried stillness, one arm behind his head, red eyes on the ceiling. you lay there trying to remember how breathing worked as a normal automatic function.

the silence sat between you, not uncomfortable. just full.

"bunny," you said eventually, staring up at nothing.

"mm."

"i missed you."

a pause. he turned his head to look at you, and his expression was that same soft, unreadable thing, the thing you hadn't been able to name back then and still couldn't quite name now.

"i missed you too," he said.

then he reached over and set his hand flat on the top of your head. slow. deliberate. warm.

held it there.

and you felt it go all the way through you, the quiet weight of it, the patience in it, something that had been waiting years to mean exactly this, that gentle pressure that said i told you so without a single word, that said look at that, that said now you know, and underneath it all, something that sounded almost like mine and almost like finally and entirely like him.

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[mistywaves98]

Got a vision of Mean bunny hybrid! Lohen

¡CW/TW: NSFW, mentions of breeding, reader is implied to be human, brief mention of collaring/leasing, petplay,

Lohen sure is mean for what you'd expect of a bunny hybrid, he doesn't really suit the species at all. Don't even think for a second that you could get under his skin with the assumption that bunnies are soft, meek creatures. Absolutely not, he is the one in control here. Oh, and he loooves to show it.

If you ever tried to pet his ears or tail, he wouldn't stop you. He'd actually encourage it, playing up his enjoyment to egg you on. And then, when he's panting and flushed, he practically tackles you to the ground, roughly yanking your legs apart while clawing at your bottoms. If you tried to protest he'd simply smile, already nudging the head of his hardened cock against your entrance. This is all your fault, you know. You should've known better than to voluntarily pet his most sensitive places like that. Now he's just showing you the consequences of your actions, so shut up and spread your legs more.

You're the one getting called 'bunny' in this dynamic. The irony isn't lost on him, it makes it much more amusing actually. Whether it's in the bedroom or out, he casually calls you bunny like he isn't the one with ears and a tail. Try to call him out on it and he's quick to pin you to the wall, leaning in way too close as he taunts you. You really wanna see how 'bunny' I can be? Too late to back out now, his knee's already pushing your thighs apart.

Bunny Hybrid! Lohen's stamina is no laughing matter either. Once he holds you down with the intent of fucking you, he's going to absolutely breed the ever-loving fuck out of your poor cunt. The idea of pumping you full of his seed, watching your tummy swell with his offspring is enough to make him feel like he's going into an early heat, the possessive part of him itching to bring such fantasies to fruition regardless of your input.

He absolutely gets off on his own twisted version of pet play too. Equipping you with fake bunny ears and a tail, he delights in collaring you up with a leash. Tugging on the opposite end of it while cooing about how 'realistic' the features look on you. All while his own ears give a pleased twitch at the sight of you kneeling before him, all submissive and obedient like a real bunny should be— the epitome of ironic.

For a bunny hybrid, one could expect them to be polite, even timid and sweet. But not Lohen, not at all. You're stuck with a bunny boy who pulls your hair for fun, grabs the shell of your ear to twist painfully, purposely trips you up and so on. He gets quite the joy out of seeing you in pain, if it wasn't obvious enough. It makes him want to hurt you more, to see the tears well up in your eyes all because of him. Definitely not typical bunny behavior.

As if he wasn't clingy enough one the regular, as a bunny hybrid he's incredibly insufferable. Glued to you like a barnacle and even willing to forgo his duties in favour of spending more time with you. Nevermind how he's trying to get into your pants half the time as well. Your protests always seeming to fall on deaf ears as he proceeds to take you anytime, anywhere once it's remote enough.

[corpus-archon]

𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

Your dear bunny!hybrid Lohen has been acting rather unusual as of late. You’re going to chalk it up to general weirdness and sit this one out. But… is he going to let you?

Or: Lohen is in heat, and you have no clue. Bunny!hybrid Lohen x fem!reader. Frankly, this is unhinged.

TW: Sexually explicit. Lohen (he is his own warning), hybrids, Lohen brings you a dead animal as a courting ritual, breeding, dubcon, mild degradation.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics.

“Oh, Lohen!” You groan, aggrieved, as you pick up your favourite hoodie – now shredded into ribbons. You don’t get how he even did it: the inside was fleece-lined! Surely it could have put up a better fight against a bunny.

Said bunny looks up from his perch on the floor, ears perking up. “Mistress?” You hold up the offending clothing, as he scratches behind a floppy ear. “You’re back!”

He springs up, right across the coffee table, and barrels straight into your stomach, winding you. You cough, gasping as you feel his considerable weight pressing against you. His cheek is squished against your collarbone as he pouts. “Mistress was late today. By two hours, and seventeen minutes.”

Sighing, you wonder how you got into the position of your beloved hybrid managing your work hours. “Sorry, baby. I had overtime.” He hums, totally unconvinced, before he jumps to his feet and sprints off. Where he gets the energy, you have no idea.

“Never mind. Wait until you see your gift!” His ears twitch, and you feel a pang of guilt. You could have been earlier, more enthusiastic to greet him. Lohen has always been the type to require a little more of a guiding hand, someone who can put in effort for his enrichment. And yet, he’s living with you, a worn-down office worker who barely has the time to clean the house. As it is, your clothes are strewn everywhere. You don’t even want to think about the state of them.

Lohen springs back into the living room, absolutely giddy. “Look, look! It was honestly pretty fast, but I managed to chase it down even faster. I kinda felt like it was pointless, because it wasn’t even a challenge, but you’re Mistress, and you could use it more than me, so I tracked it down anyway!” He’s holding one of his shirts, thankfully, bundled up around something. It’s weird. You could have sworn that shirt was blue, not red.

He puts it down on the coffee table with an audible slam. Alarmed, you continue watching as he whips away the shirt with dramatic flair. “Ta-da!” On your pristine, glossy white table, lies a rat the size of your arm, limbs askew. Your kitchen knife lies right in the middle of its chest, the silver blade now gleaming crimson. A dead animal, most likely pulled right from the trash, is bleeding out in your house, death rictus leering at your horrified face.

You scream.

Three days of this utter buffoonery, and you’re sick of it. You’ve started asking your boss for more on-call, and he looks alarmed before he rubs the back of his neck and slots you in. Better sleeping on the office chair with a crick in your neck, than dealing with that.

That, being your sweet lop-eared companion, who lately has taken to blowing up your phone, with photos of his gifts.

He doesn’t seem to understand why you don’t like them. Equally, you cannot wrap your head around the fact that your lovely rabbit, who’s supposed to be vegetarian, is going on a killing spree, as if you were some vengeful god who required appeasement through animal sacrifice. You tell him it sickens you, that he should stop.

Instead, he starts leaving other items in front of your bedroom door, seeing as you’ve started barricading yourself in. Leaves that he says are the same green as your veins – still rather creepy, but you’ll take it over his re-enactment of The Purge – apples with a good crunch to them, that leak juice all over your fingers. Once or twice, he even returns your clothes. They’re drenched, but he’s never bothered to learn how the washing machine works, content to lounge on the sofa and watch as you get on your knees to take out the wet clothes. He is, in fact, making an attempt.

It’s what makes you lower your guard ever-so-slightly. No sane person is awake at three, and this is the moment you choose to make your snack run, cracking open the door and checking the coast is clear before padding outside. Lohen surely would’ve accosted you by now, which is how you know you won’t bump into each other.

Tiptoeing to the kitchen, you open a cupboard, only to hear thudding and rough groaning coming from the living room. Almost… like someone could be hurt.

 Immediately, you forget all animosity. “Lohen!” You run into the living room. Archons forbid anything happens to him, you’ll regret it all your life. “Lohen, are you OK—”

The bunny sitting on the couch is not Lohen.

No, the bunny sitting on the couch has his face buried into a pillow, teeth gnashing wildly. He rolls his hips like he’s trying to drive his cock home, like he’s angling for one particular thing. His nails scratch at the fabric, and beneath his heavy balls sit what used to be a skirt, now a cum-soaked rag.

You’ve never seen him like this, toned, scarred-up stomach bared for your eyes, that manic glint in his eye fuelled by sheer lust. His head snaps to yours, gaze locking, before he gives you a smile that’s all teeth.

“Mistress,” he purrs, letting his cock drag slowly over the skirt he’s fisting. “You finally accepted.”

“Accepted? What are you talking about?” The laugh he gives is almost drunk as he lazily thrusts into the black fabric. You’re having a hard time keeping your eyes on his face, when his whole body is out for show.

“Well… now that you’ve taken my gifts, why don’t you come sit here, Mistress? You’ve neglected me for so long.” He sinks his teeth into his plush bottom lip, as he lunges meanly into the skirt. “Or, since we’re promised to each other, maybe I can just take what I want.”

You park your ass down promptly, watching Lohen’s tail twitch as he gasps suddenly, spilling into your skirt. You gape as he turns to you, cock still bobbing around his navel.

“Lohen, you look…”

“Sore?” he supplies. “Achy? Needy? Tired…” he leans forward, “of your shit?” You gasp as he pushes you down, head smacking on the armrest. He places a hand around your neck, and squeezes softly for good measure, watching your face.

“Now that you’re where you belong,” he whispers, “I want you to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me during my heat.” Your eyes widen as you look around the room – anywhere but his flushed face.

“I—Lohen. I had no clue…” He laughs bitterly as he lets you go, patting your cheek.

“Of course not. Silly human. After all I did to protect you, it ends with you abandoning me when I need it most.” He leans into your shoulder. “But it’s fine. I can forgive you.”

“Forgive… me?”

“Yes, pretty thing, I can.” His palm trails down, gently cupping your breast. “Because I can smell the slick leaking out of that cute fucking cunt, and it’s intoxicating.” He bites at your neck as you suppress a moan. “You’ve been neglecting her as much as you’ve been neglecting me. I bet she has so much to say about it.” He smirks as he tugs your collar, exposing more of your throat to the sharp teeth in his maw. “Come on, Mistress. Let me show her some love. Please?”

It’s a sick contrast, the sweetly-condescending tone of his voice, compared to the sheer girth of the cock you can feel brushing against your drenched slit. “J-just don’t go overboard,” you mutter weakly. He throws his head back, laughter ringing into the room as he yanks off the thin barrier of your panties.

“You know I’m not stopping until your cunt is full, right?” He notches his cock right against your hole, threatening to push in. You gaze up, eyes doe-eyed and shocked. “No… you’re not leaving until your tummy is swollen with our kits, pretty. And even then, if I need to use your hole, I’ll fuck into it until you’re crying.” The head of his dick, a sore pink, frots filthily against the mess of your gooey slit, and now you’re keening, a thread away from your pussy being bred until the mess gushes out. He’s grinning, nothing but feral as his pace gets more frantic, making you feel the friction against your clit.

“Yeah, good girl, buck those hips into me. Losing your mind, and I’m not even inside yet.” His teeth drag slowly at your earlobe. “That’s how I know you’re gonna be a perfect bitch.” He angles his cock inside and sheathes himself all in one thrust. You scream, pussy milking him so hard he snarls.

“Gonna be my pretty mate, forever and ever. And then, you’re never fucking leaving me.”

[2qoo]

lohen general hc's ! explicit nsfw ᰍ ִ ױ ࣪݁ ˖Ი𐑼

the concept of lohen having a shaming kink whenever you try to ask something sexual from him. he goes like "if you want it that bad, then you'll have to try harder than that," or when he sits back on a chair or lay on the bed just to watch you pleasure yourself on his dick and he smirks the whole time cuz he loves seeing you pathetic until you drool and shake.

he USES his knife on you FOR SURE → teases your skin with the tip until it cuts a thin line just enough to see the blood drip down. it's just a teensy cut.. it's so thin and he is an expert. if he wanted it to hurt, all you have to do is ask!

he's a biter !! and his incisors are super sharp phew. i love the concept of his constellation being a 'bunny' , he gives off this cute 'friendly on the outside' personality but he's actually fuckin deranged... #imhard

lohen probably biting off more than he can chew and someone puts him in his place gulps.

lohen baby is a dom bottom. okay? okay.

listing his kinks. . ➀ breathplay (choking), knifeplay DUH, cock warming 100% (he even has his cock inside of you when you two are sleeping, lohen likes how warm your insides are.) , wound care 200% , boot worship.. (he's so fucking KINKYY) , into roleplay as well c'mon now.

if he's infatuated with you? he's actually your stalker im not even joking. he would pretend to run into you out of nowhere (seemingly natural right??) but he was actually tracking you down the whole time.. this guy bro

BOYPUSSY LOHEN (if the user wears a strap/or if you originally have a dick either way.. IT WORKS).

he's whiney when he doesn't get something he can't have.. oh my god he clutches your clothes to stop you from moving further when he's needy, or he masks to the others that you're particularly busy later on, "duty calls" but later just fucks you hard and raw.

he doesn't like condoms or any sort of protection, idgaf he's raw dogging your hole.

on the softer note, when he wants your attention, he just pats his lap or pulls you close by the waist or shoulders, outside it may seem friendly but ooohh boy, he's planning something. HE ALWAYS IS.

if you annoy him on a day he's too stressed or just plain irritated, you are getting fucked. No questions asked. And mid fuck, he'll be threatening your life as he pounds into you hard.

headcanoning this guy to not even pound properly (?) in a sense where he just can't make love, he'd probably just jack hammer into you until he empties his cock inside til it's filled to the BRIM w his load... yup.

"is lohen a squirter?" YES but he's so messy with it, it just SPLURTS! all over your face and hand when you jack him off..... and when you think it's close to stopping, he just squirts even more, his pretty oversensitive dick is so nice to tease.

dih headcanon! since lohen daddy is pale as FUCK.. the tip being #E2D1CD but when he's stimulated just right? it goes down to #EB6572 | his cock is angled toward his navel, he's averagely large(maybe a 6.6 in.) which is damn near good enough to hit all the right spots up in you.

his kisses would involve heavily making out with you immediately in 0.2 seconds, he just backs you up against something and eats your face like its dessert, he's a biter! so naturally your skin/lips gets all bruised by his teeth. dont worry.. it's just his way of showing you love!

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[yuanniiie]

im genuinely so freaked and geeked out over lohen these past few weeks ever since he came out as an npc and he's finally gonna be playable soon... i have so much shit that im thinking about when it comes to him that its not even funny anymore

i bet lohen's into getting tied up and used by you like some pathetic, whiny bottom you think he is until he skillfully undoes the (very pathetic) knots you created. he's practically pounced on you already by the time he undid the last knot, pinning you down with some huge, sadistic grin on his face and maybe even grabbing his blade from who knows where to slowly tease you and make you squirm. i mean, hey, maybe lohen even fucks you hard with its handle, only to coo mockingly at you and call you pathetic.

"aww, look who's crying now. naughty, naughty little bunny. go on, cum on my blade like the dirty little animal you are." you bit down on his shoulder hard to muffle a moan and he let out a hiss followed by a small groan. god he was so fucking hot, all messed up with that slightly crazed expression on his face. "hngh... a-are you done yet...?" you whined, hearing his signature slightly crazy laughter.

"done? oh, we've barely gotten started."

oh, you can't take it anymore? don't worry, he'll overstim you until you cry for mercy. and even then, he wont stop until he's really got you spent.

imsorryineedtobeeuthanizedforthisimactuallygoinginsaneandthisisstillprettytametomystandardohmygodohmygodohmygod ;_;