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doodlejoops · 1 year
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Scribbled in a feverish daze
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lylawyla · 3 months
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bunny deku…. AGAIN
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a-hobit · 1 year
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MY BISEXUAL ASS HAS BEEN HAVING ISSUES TODAY
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selpuku · 10 months
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I found one of your drawings on Pinterest and I was wondering if you had a link to this one specifically or if you made more art of it.
The drawing was of bunny deku except he was a Search and Rescue bunny/hero.
Thank you ahead of time for reading this ask, I love all of your artwork and your comics <3
Yes! I only posted these on Twitter a while ago but here they are! 😊 Thank you for liking this AU~ 💖
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ananayellow · 1 year
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Happy lunar new year 😳
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yaoi-world · 9 months
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I'm with Katsuki on this one.
Credit; lofty_skyy
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gojou-violin · 1 year
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baby bunny boy
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| pairing: bunny!hybrid!midoriya x gn!reader
| warnings: 18+ MDNI. subby!deku. sex toys. pulling on his lil tail. m!milking. dumbification if you squint. scratching his lil ears. aftercare.
| summary: look at him... how can you not spoil your baby bunny boy?
| wc: 1.7k
| taglist: @venusflytrapstar , @aylitgirl , @thisbicc , @ifeelsofilthy , @sailewhoremoon , @preciousamethyst , @justanotherpasserby-blog , @winterv-black
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A gentle pull to his tail, A grip in his soft green hair that allowed you to scratch between his ears. Izuku could barely hold himself up any longer, his back giving out, face falling into the mattress, his ass sticking up higher into the air for you because he knew you wouldn’t be happy if you couldn’t see what was yours. He knew you so well, from the second he came through the door to find you eagerly waiting for him to the bedroom where you teased him about his cute ‘lil bunny costume that he put on for the New Year's promotions he and some of his other Pro Hero friends did. Izuku knew better than anyone in the whole world what you truly loved: Having him melt under your touch. All it took was one tug here and there before he was all yours— How perfect.
“Is that the spot, bunny?” you questioned.
He weakly nodded into the bed. “Y-Yes—”
With another push of the toy buried inside of him, Izuku’s knees nearly gave out while he yelped at the feeling of his prostate being teased by the tip of the toy as it moved on its own thanks to the mechanics that knew him just as well as you did. You smirked and played with his tail again.
“More— Fuck, more, please, please gimme more—“
You had to move your hand from his hair to his hips to make sure that he wouldn’t collapse. “More of what, bunny?”
“My tail! Please!”
In the most adorable and lascivious manner, Izuku shook his ass for you. Not only did it show him off a bit and get your hand to flick over the sensitive white fluff attached to his tailbone, but it also did him in by moving the toy more. He cried out at the feeling, but that didn’t deter him. In fact, Izuku started squirming around faster. You indulged him because he had been such a good boy for you. You ran your hand over his ass to near his tail before taking it in your fist and gently tugging before it escaped you with a slight pop. He shuddered. You did it again, but this time your other hand that had been supporting his hips made its way to his painfully neglected cock that was begging to be milked.
“My sweet, sweet, precious bunny,” you cooed gently so as to not spook him when you finally took his length in your hand and began gently pumping. “What did you think was going to happen when I saw it, hmm? You in this cute little leotard Mirko wears.”
Izuku had come home from the shoot with the costume in a bag because it would have been embarrassing for a guy like him to he wearing it around instead of his usual green hero costume; but the second you saw the released photos flying around the internet, you had to see him in it up close and personal. It hardly took any convincing before Izuku was stripping in front of you and eagerly changing into it. Mirko was a bunny who didn’t hide her tail or ears like Izu did— He got away with it by hiding them under his costume, whereas she made her features apart of her costume, so for the first time ever, the public got to see the real Deku who had the cutest white tail and those ears that hid somewhat in his fluffy green hair. No one was the wiser except you. But now his tail was sticking out through the hole Mirko’s support team was smart enough to create for her tail; and his leotard was sticking to him because of the sweat, and his bunny ears were sticking up so that he was acutely aware of everything you were doing to him, and his—
Fuck, you were wildly in love with him.
You kissed his shoulder. “You were hoping I’d use you today, weren’t you? That’s why you brought this cute costume home. You knew just how cute you look in something so tight that you can’t hide anything from me.”
The moan that got muffled in the sheets was like music to your ears.
“Oh, is that it?” You laughed wickedly at how pathetic he was under you. “You want to be used whenever, however. All it takes is one little slip and you’re out for everyone to see.”
When he couldn’t find the strength to reply, you teased him by twisting the toy a bit. He yelped and tried to smack your touch away but you insisted on fucking him fast and hard with the toy that you both wished was actually you. While the idea was extremely enticing, this was more entertaining because it allowed you to fuck with him in more ways than one. This way, you could fuck his tight hole was also torturing the rest of his sensitive body. It was a miracle that you found someone as responsive as Izu was. It was just too damn fun to scratch at his ears to see how quickly he’d fall to his knees, or to boop his twitchy bunny nose when he was hyper and wanted your attention. Sometimes he didn’t even realize his nose was twitching. More often than not you’d catch him doing it while you were busy with work or watching a movie, and he’d only be aware of it once you’d smile and tap his nose, asking what he wanted. Usually he wanted you. Cuddles, head scratches, back massages, or… well… you… You loved his twitchy nose almost as much as you loved everything else about him.
Izuku lifted his head slightly— Just enough so that he could peek at you over his shoulder to show you the tears welling in his eyes above his extremely red cheeks. “I’m close…” he whined.
How he still managed to remember his rules when he was already so far gone was all a mystery to you, yet you were still incredibly proud of him, so much that you knew you couldn’t torture him the way you usually would. Izuku was perfection in your eyes whenever he was whining and crying after being edged so many times he couldn’t think straight— Or, oh! He was so fucking adorable when you were milking him for everything he was worth and he was so breathless as a result of the overstimulation. His stomach would be so tight that his abs would be as hard as rocks, his face would be scrunched up to the point that all you could see were his large freckles, and his ears would flop down to hide the blush on his face. But this. While it wasn’t the perfection you molded from torture, this was still exactly everything you loved about Izuku.
You kissed his shoulder again as you pushed him back down so that he could relax instead of having to worry about you or anything else. You just wanted him to be your dumb bunny. So he slumped while you worked his cock a bit faster, making sure to really send him spiraling by wiping your thumb over his tip, and you flicked and tugged on his tail— All of that built and built and built until he screamed into the bed and he fisted the sheets to keep himself grounded, and he finally came, soaking your thumb and the bed with everything he had in him. The toy continued to push against his prostate to make sure every drop came out. Every single drop. And while he finally fell off his knees onto his stomach, you slowly turned the toy off so that he could settle properly.
“That’s my good baby bunny.”
He whined weakly. “Thank you… T-Thank you…”
You carefully pulled the toy out of him. With a simple pop, it left him, the tip at a curved angle showed you just how far it had gone to really press up against his sweet spot, meaning he took all of that just for you. You were incredibly proud of him.
“How do you feel, bunny?”
Izu stretched out to relax entirely. “Dumb.”
A pleased and relieved chuckle left you. “My good, dumb, sweet baby bunny.”
Gently, oh so gently, you rolled him over so that he was face up, his ears falling in his face immediately to cover his red cheeks. You grabbed one of his floppy ears to peek under. Blissed-out tears were drying on his face, his red nose was slowly twitching, his tongue was lolling out slightly, and his freckles were defined on his chubby cheeks that were as red as tomatoes. You smiled at him when he tried to hide more.
“You’re cute when youre all dumb, bunny.”
He pushed his ears down with his palms to force you away from him, so you let him go while sitting up.
“How’s your tail?” you asked genuinely.
“Sore,” he mumbled from behind his ears.
You massaged your fingers into his thighs. “We’ll ice it a bit later.” You kissed his flat stomach that was still covered by his leotard. “And we’ll get you out of this and into the shower soon.”
Suddenly he let go of his ears so that he could pull me on top of him, his ears pushing out of the way slightly so that he could surprise you with a kiss. You laughed against his lips. Your precious bunny. You could break him and spoil him all you wanted, at the end of the day, however, you felt like you were the lucky one because of moments like this where he couldn’t help himself. So your hands found his hips and kept him glued to the couch because you knew that with one grind or touch you would have to ruin him a bit more, which wouldn’t help the point of getting him to rest.
Izu wrapped his ankles around one of your calves before he spun the two of you so that you were both laying on your sides, facing each other. His ears still weren’t standing up because he was tired, but at least they weren’t covering his face anymore so that you could kiss his freckled cheeks. He giggled at the feeling.
“My cute bunny. I love you.”
He nuzzled your touch. “I love you, too.”
With a gentle scratch on the top of his head between his ears, he completely relaxed in your arms, ready to fall asleep. You figured you could afford to let him rest with you for a bit before you’d have to get him cleaned up. Your precious baby bunny boy.
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an1m3smutt3r · 1 month
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Innocent Bunny Izuku: Hey Kacchan, what are you doing?
Werewolf Katsuki: *stops humping the "pillow" under him* None of your business.
Izuku: Why wasn't I invited to hangout with you and Todoroki?
Katsuki: What-?
Catboy Shoto hidden under Katsuki's pillows and blankets: Keep going...
*A few minutes later*
Izuku: Ahh...~ Mmm...~
Shoto: *not even trying to thrust because of Katsuki* Ahh!~ Right there!~ Keep going!~ Please!~
Katsuki: *in the middle of "breeding" Shoto with his knot inside of him and everything*
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darkcircles4lyfe · 1 year
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now that I’ve calmed down a little I can say that I am not at all surprised Horikoshi drew this but I am still extremely shocked to be seeing it with my own two eyes on twitter dot com in front of god and everyone
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gglitch1dd · 2 months
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Is there anymore Deku content on the way? I LOVE LOVE LOVE your characterization of Deku. It’s one of the bests i feel.
There will be in the future! I'm just currently not feeling well. But I promise there will be more Izuku.
In the meantime, there is a story where he's the main focus on AO3. It's called Prey. It's a story I've written about Reader being a bunny hybrid and having to fight in a sort of hunger games like tournament later on in the story and has to train and get used to her new life at UA. She runs into amazing Izuku but also Katsuki who's a wolf and who wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into her.
Context: UA High School. A school that produced some of the most famous participants of The Hunt since its creation. From both rabbit and wolf side. The strongest, the fastest, the smartest and the most determined of them all were cultivated and brought forth from UA. With the school’s motto for excellence and striving for a more equal and co-existing future between all rabbit hybrids and wolf hybrids in front of the cameras they were doing better than most. However, even inside UA’s walls the rivalry between bunnies and wolves couldn’t be stopped.
These two dynamics represented their society and the world they lived in. Hunter vs Hunted. Predator vs Prey.
Wolves vs Bunnies.
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finn-cipher · 3 months
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Wild Ring Chase
A BkDk Wedding Comic! Seems like BunZuku and PomSuki have been tasked with a important assignment for Bakugou's and Midoriya's wedding!
This comic was made for the EverAfter BKDK Wedding Zine
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thee-horny-thicky · 9 months
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So, a night of drinking and my secret obsession with Bunny Izuku combined, to birth what will eventually be the first chapter of a much longer fic. For now, enjoy this snippet :)
Thanks for the encouragement @myprettydarlings 💗
Update: The completed first chapter is now out on Ao3 :)
Bunnies and Vices
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You weren’t the best at self-regulation. When you did something, you either did the bare minimum or went all out, with no in-between. A lazy overachiever if you will. Unfortunately, this little quirk applied to your vices, too. You either paid them no mind or indulged in them until you were a wreck.
Most of your vices were safe. Fanfiction, snacking, sleeping in, etc., allowing you to safely humor them.  The one harmful vice, however, was your love for parties and alcohol. You were a sucker for a good time, and if free liquor was provided, you were there. The strong, fruity drinks were especially mouthwatering, as they had the winning combo of getting you fucked-up fast while tasting like heaven.
In the heat of the moment, guzzling alcohol with your friends was a ball. You danced like no one was watching, chatted with anyone who’d give you the time of day, and flirted with fine strangers with zero reservations. The stresses of day-to-day life and your self-image issues melted away, being too caught up in the moment to give a damn about them.
However, once the moment passed, all the alcohol you chugged seemed like a poor decision. Nausea and headaches began to set in, the alcoholic munchies you got leaving you bloated. The next morning, you’d be left with a raging hangover and intense regret over every little embarrassing moment you laughed at when liquor was flowing through your veins.
At 3 in the morning, your most dangerous vice had you staggering home, because your dumbass didn’t want to burden your friends when they offered to walk with you. You lived in the opposite direction, after all, and they were in no state to wander around town in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, you didn’t take your advice.
A yelp left you when a loud, high-pitched shriek sounded in the alley ahead of you. Your body tensed as the cries grew in urgency, your steps halting. You looked around and found the streets deserted, the lack of another soul making your heart rate pick up.
Going through the alley was necessary if you wanted to get home soon, but you didn’t know what horrors awaited you. You’d heard stories before of crooks setting up traps for potential victims. You were a drunk woman by her lonesome, making you a perfect target. Your skintight attire didn’t help matters.
You could go the alternative route, but that would add twenty minutes to your walk, and you wanted to get home as soon as possible.
Stealing your nerves, you bent down and removed your high heels. They’d be a hindrance if you had to run, and the platforms would serve as a decent weapon. Taking a shaky step forward, you entered the alleyway, praying to whatever deity up above to spare you. You tried your best to stay quiet, not wanting to catch the attention of whatever was in the alley. But a bundle of fur derailed that plan.
Two things quickly caught your attention. One, the source of that godawful screech was an injured rabbit. And more concerningly, it was green.
You blinked. Then blinked again, and when the creature remained green, you rubbed your eyes. A laugh bubbled out of you, your sense of survival being replaced by bewilderment. Just how much had you drunk?
“Hey, hey,” you cooed as the poor thing tried to inch backward, another cry leaving it.
Blood was oozing from its back paw, and a broken glass bottle laying feet away quickly revealed what’d caused the injury. Yet, it didn’t explain the uneven patches of fur, or the scars marring the exposed skin that the fur didn’t cover up. Your heart sank. While its coloring may be the result of too many margaritas, the scarring was a clear sign of mistreatment.
You slowly approached, dropping your heels as you tried to make yourself appear smaller. You’d probably have to walk home barefoot but considering those cheap demons had made your feet hurt all night, it was a small price to pay. A trip to your local thrift store would see them replaced.
“It’s okay,” you whispered when it let out a hiss. Briefly, you wondered if it had rabies. If it did, a rabies shot would take care of that, and you’d learn a valuable lesson. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Besides, if it did infect you with some disease, you’d have a fun story to tell, and one more of many examples of poor decisions your brain made when drunk. Because while sober you might’ve exercised caution, drunk you was removing your jacket and wrapping it around the rabbit’s body. It resisted, at first. But once you began to scratch behind its ears, it calmed down.
Your finger grazed across another scar, and you frowned. “You poor baby.”
Your grandmother would be having fits if she saw the scene before her. Luckily for you, she was dead, so you didn’t have to explain anything to her. She might be rolling over in her grave, though, as she looked up at you. The old woman was an unwavering animal hater, which made sense because she was a miserable hog. Hogs were aggressive creatures, after all, who didn’t like others infringing on their territory.  
Gently, you wrapped the sleeve of your jacket around the injured foot to staunch the bleeding. Somehow, you simultaneously managed to pull your phone out of your stupidly small purse. You adored Y2K styles, but you wished that the bags were bigger.
You began to walk back to your place with your head buried in your phone, keeping a tight grip on the rabbit who’d begun to relax in your hold. A quick search showed that all 24-hour vets were ridiculously far away, but another showed that you had most of the material needed to take care of the animal’s injuries. Tucking your phone away, you decided to handle it yourself and make a trip to the vet first thing tomorrow. Stupid as it may be to take a random animal home with you after a night of drinking, you couldn’t leave a poor creature to suffer. Besides, the vet would most likely have the resources to rehome it.
A/N: I love my (living) grandmother very much, and the words written here do not reflect my views on her.
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lylawyla · 1 year
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dynama and bunzuku🐰💣
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cheese-doorstop48 · 5 months
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Tododeku Halloween Week: Day 3 - October 25
🩸Blood + Hunt🩸
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"Tell them that you weren't hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranate seeds because they tasted like blood, like love." - Pauline Albanese
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katsuollie · 6 months
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this > everything else
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m0chicakes · 2 years
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Hhhggggnnnn… bunny brain rot
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