#hulk comfort bunnies

[sketchtxt]

I think splendorman changed the genetic makeup of my brain <- watched the video today

#i feel like I'd be more intimidated by splendorman than by slenderman if i saw these guys in real life #splendor is HUGE first of all. i think slenderman is smaller than that guy. #that huge smiling face is terrifying to me. i was terrified of the easter bunny and i would be traumatized by splendor #i know he's silly but holy shit #if i watcged that video as a child I would've been permanently traumatized by this beast #slenderman? he's just a little guy. not intimidating. distortions? i like those #glitches are my comfort #tentacles? i like those. (IM ACE DON'T BE WEIRD.) #SMILING FACE + HULKING FIGURE + THE WAY HE MOVES? #I WOULD SHIT MYSELF #i love both these guys though #I'd give splendorman a little kiss #and I'd give slenderman some cookies

[yearningaces]

Ok ok enough of humans being scared

I want a monster that's scared, that's the prey in the relationship, that's instincts are so different it makes you realize just how scary you can accidentally be

Reader is described as strong/heavier/ carnivorous/a predator (keep in mind though, this is a human being compared to small rabbit-like creatures so regardless of your stature it applies)

Reader is referred to as 'he' once in passing, beyond that everything is up to interpretation

I want a monster that's intimidated and horrified by humans because humans are a predatorial species, specifically pursuit predators. We just keep going- humans do insane shit for fun or adrenaline, or because it's a dire situation and their brains have hit fight/flight and at that point has dropped any barrier of "can't do that, too much effort would hurt the body" and will lead to humans doing insane feats in crisis mode, even if it damages their body. Once the adrenaline wears off they're gonna feel it but essentially at least for a short time a human is capable of hulking out.

And I want you to imagine with me, say a rabbit monster, small, quick, agile. No excessive strength because they're made to evade which means being light and being fast.

A bunny-boy if you will. Triangled nose that twitches when he smells things, upright ears that when relaxed lean back against his head. Fur patches on random body parts like arms or legs or along the spine from his hair to his hips where the humanoid body morphs into a pair of anthropomorphic rabbit legs. Springy lad.

I'm calling him Nyx

And Nyx adores his human partner so much. You.

He just adores you, you know that post about the rabbit with his gf that's 3x his size? Similar case but this rabbits got a human for a partner.

And whenever he brings you home to his families burrow, you note there are many burrows of different families around here. Almost only burrows. As if it's intentional.

Now, in your eyes you're an average human. Maybe a bit strong when you need to be, but your not the strongest or fastest or smartest. Even if you're very capable you're not the best of the best, and You've told Nyx this whenever he goes on his tangents about being the lucky guy to score such a capable partner.

But you realize just how different you are once he brings you inside and you have to duck down to get into the burrow. When you see the children and the adults alike freeze as if something truly terrifying has entered their home.

You have to soften yourself right now, overly deferring to Nyx in a way you never thought you'd need to just so this family of prey monsters will feel safer. Strange isn't it?

And Nyx -happy as can be- drags you along, not ducking, not concerned, not out of place, brings you to the kitchen to meet his Da and his Ma. His Da is at the stove cooking something a bit clumsily as if there's something he's unfamiliar with as his Ma is setting the table with one spot given the most room. And they both freeze for a moment, noses twitching, taking you in before it's Nyx's Ma that finally takes the plunge and greets you with what you can clearly define as nerves.

No one else seems to notice though, or remark on it.

You'd followed your little Nyx here wondering how his family would threaten you about 'if you ever hurt him' the way human families would, but these creatures seem overly appeasing. Nonconfrontational.

Eventually you ask Nyx's Ma -as she seems to be the one in charge- if she has any questions for you. She takes a breath, looking back to her own partner and mentally decides to ask something. "What sort of human are you?"

It takes you some time to understand her words, but Nyx chimes in before you can. "A loyal one." And the way his gaze flutters up to you, so enamored and adoring, his form leaning into your side where your arm automatically wraps around him. It must be comforting with how he sinks into your hold with a content little sigh. You never did notice how fragile he is until right now when it's so obvious around his families home how out of place you are.

With a tilt of your head, you feel the need to experiment a little. With one hand you grip onto his shoulder, supporting the weight easily and with the other hand you grab onto his hip. And lift up.

He's light- so, so light. Weighing nothing to your heavier body that's built for heavier task than the rabbits swiftness and agility.

Nyx is having the time of his life, delighted at the curious display you've demonstrated, his family has their own shock to get over- as do you. With such care, you set him back down again with the absent minded remark of- "You weigh nothing, hun... I gotta feed you more." Because to you that's what it means, he's not eating enough.

To the families confusion, Nyx clarifies for you. "It's a human thing. They feed others they care about, really big ordeal food is. Share it with loved ones, make it to express care or appreciation, even old phrases like "the way to a humans heart is through their stomach", it's a big deal!" And he's so delighted to explain something you never really thought about too much yourself because it's instinct. Natural. But there's something so sweet about how he describes it and he is right, so you nod your head, holding him close once more as he turns to you. "And I promise I'm eating enough, I'm just made to be a lot lighter than predators like you." His tone is soft and comforting as if intentionally trying to appease your own instincts you've never given much thought of.

With a tilt of your head, you shrug and agree but mentally swear to give him bigger portions in the future regardless.

He leaves to help his Pa in the kitchen, and you're left to entertain a family of rabbit-like monsters. It's surprisingly easy when the youngest are released and immediately ask you to lift them up like how you did Nyx. So you do, one after the other, occasionally giving a little toss where they're caught immediately once more.

They're so weightless and tiny, almost like your stuffed animals when you were little. But they squeal and giggle like they've never been lifted so easily before. As if it's impressive.

You chatter aimlessly with the older rabbitesk creatures, speaking of how you and Nyx met, what sort of accommodations you've worked out to live in a place suited to both you and your much smaller companion, whatever topics come to mind. Though you seem to be the one unintentionally driving the conversations, no matter how socially adverse you feel, or how confident. The floor is yours, practically given to you without any trying to speak over you a single time.

When you sit for supper you note that you'd been given a different plate, the plate that Nyx and his Da had been working on. A clumsily cut, undercooked steak. Not wanting to be rude, and knowing red meat won't hurt if it's not entirely cooked through, you tear into it.

You don't quite notice any of the stares until you hear your little Nyx voice his thoughts.

"See? I told you, eats like a carnivore he does!" His voice beaming with pride. You glance over with a confused expression only to really notice how every other rabbit creature sitting at the table is staring at you with different expressions. That's when it really kicks into your head your plate is the only one with any meat.

You give a sheepish grin and instead eat one of the steamed slices of eggplant that's on your plate.

Strange isn't it? To be human and to be viewed as something dangerous... But I suppose you are, just not in ways you'd notice because it's so normal for you.

Not to them it isn't, not to those monsters that are more prey than predator.

Isn't it just so strange?

#x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #monster x reader #male reader #Nyx the rabbit #letters of yearning #humans are space orcs #nyx the bunnyboy

[kaunis-sielu]

Dangerous Places: 9

His hands are on the couch on either side of your legs but he’s not touching you.

“You’re bleeding!” You snatch up his hand to examine it before you know what you’ve done.

“I’m alright Bunny.”

“Glass? Did you punch through some glass?”

“Just a little.”

“We need to clean it.” You tell him and he stands pulling you up with him. You go to let go of his hand but he keeps holding yours, he gives you a little half smile.

“You should hold on. Wouldn’t wanna get lost on my way to first aid.” You roll your eyes at him but drag him along behind you anyways. “You’re moving better, are your feet feeling better?”

“Yea,” you tell him, “is there any glass in your cut?”

“Nah Bunny.”

“Wash it out please.” You tell him before pulling the first aid kit out from under the sink. When he’d been here Hulk had restocked it so you know that everything should be good to go. Steve turns on the water as you get out the gauze wrap and a pair of gloves.

You tend to his cut knuckles gently, making sure you wrap them tight enough to stop the bleeding but not so tight that it’ll cut off circulation.

“You’re good at this Bunny.”

“He got into a lot of fights on his way to the top. I was expected to care for him in every way he demanded.” You say softly focusing on the job you’re doing.

“I can do this.”

“No, it’s alright. I don’t mind, it’s kind of nice feeling useful.”

“What have you been doing all day?”

“Reading. Sleeping. Cooking a little. When the girls are here we talk.” You’ve talked about him more than you’d like to admit. He’s an extremely powerful mob boss but the girls really didn’t have much bad to say about him. His legit businesses give back to the community as much as they can, he takes care of his employees and is known for his weirdly strong sense of justice.

“If I could get you some things to do what would you want to do?”

“I don’t know.” You admit, you really don’t know what you’d want to do. “I miss music.”

“Music?”

“Yea, I know that I can’t have my phone but I like music more than tv for background noise. I hate commercials though.”

“So radio is out,” he says, “I’ll come up with something.”

“Oh, thank you.” You tell him securing the gauze around his hand. “Would you like to eat?”

“You don’t have to serve me Bunny.”

“I’m going to eat so if you want to I can make two plates.” You suggest and he hums softly,

“You’re sure you don’t mind?”

“I’m sure.” He studies your face for a moment then gives you a little nod. You move away from him and open the fridge then dig out the leftover lasagna. As you prep for dinner he leans against the couch and texts someone on his phone. You test your glucose then take some insulin while the lasagna reheats.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Get your drink?”

“Okay.” He takes out a beer from the fridge, “What do you want?”

“I just do water.”

“I’ll get it.” He says as you drop your needles in the hard plastic bottle that you’ve been using as a sharps container.

You eat in silence, it’s not exactly uncomfortable but it’s also not comfortable either.

“You made this?”

“Yes.”

“It’s delicious.”

“Thank you.”

“You like cooking right?”

“I do.”

“You need anything for something you wanna make tell the girls, they’ll get you whatever you need. They’ve been kind right?”

“Absolutely.” You’re a little surprised by this question, why wouldn’t the girls be nice to you?

“I know Carol can be a bit harsh sometimes.”

“She’s just honest, which is kind of nice.” You tell him and Steve looks surprised. “What?”

“You seem to read people well. Quickly too.”

“You kind of have to in this life don’t you?”

“I suppose. What have you figured out about me?” He asks, his voice is even and calm but you won’t be telling him anything. If you offend him he could get angry and you’ve seen what his fist can do to glass, you don’t need to see what it could do to you.

“I don’t know.” You say softly after a bite of lasagna. This seems to be the safest thing to say and he studies you.

“You’re afraid you’re going to anger me. You won’t.” It seems he’s good at reading people too, “I know you said actions, and my actions today probably show you that I have a temper, which I do, but the anger wasn’t directed toward you. Not unless you betray me and I don’t think that’s going to happen. Do you?”

“No.” In all honesty that depends on what his definition of betrayal is. The second he lets you go you’re fucking gone, which Brock absolutely would have seen as betrayal, as for Steve, you don’t know.

“Alright then we won’t have any problems.” He goes back to eating like it’s nothing but you have to force yourself to eat, he hasn’t given you reason to really trust him yet. The girls, you’re getting more comfortable with them but you’ve also got your guard up. You’ve been fooled before, you won’t let that happen again. When you’re done eating Steve picks up your plate and brings it to the sink to wash and put into the dishwasher.

This starts a pattern, he shows up everyday for dinner. He never does any work when he’s with you and it’s so easy to forget what he is. He’s charming and kind and brings you a record player with three boxes worth of vinyls.

It’s not until one night when you’re sleeping and he comes in, gently waking you, with a glass in his hand that you realize his attention to detail.

“What’re you doing?” You murmur confused, it’s the middle of the night and he’s in pajama pants and a zip up sweatshirt.

“You’re double arrow down and at 85, you need some sugar.” He tells you handing you the glass, “it’s apple juice.”

“Oh.” You take a sip and stare at him in the darkness. “How did you know?”

“Bruce hooked me up to your system, it alerts me if you’re too low or too high.” You won’t tell him but you’re impressed.

“What time is it?”

“2:30.” He came all the way over here at 2:30 in the morning to give you juice? “Drink up Bunny.” He coaxes so you take another sip. Sometimes drinking the juice too fast makes you feel sick but you don’t want to crash either.

Once you finish the juice Steve takes the glass back.

“Thank you.” You say softly when he’s at the door. He nods and closes the door softly behind him.

When you told him actions would prove to you that he wasn’t like Brock. This is exactly what you meant when you said that, you don’t know how far he lived from here but the fact that he’s got an alarm set up to make sure you stay healthy. You get up and make your way out into the main part of the house and are surprised to see Steve in the living room.

“Everything okay?”

“Yea, I’m just going to test with my test strips. Sometimes the sensor is a little slow.”

“Okay.” He says standing and following you into the kitchen. You test and see that you’re going down still, but it takes about fifteen minutes to see any change.

“Do you need more sugar?” He asks as you take everything apart.

“Not yet. It won’t show for at least fifteen minutes.”

“Wanna sit up with me?” He offers,

“Um. Okay.” So you join him in the living room, “could, could you get me something to sew?” When he looks up at you in surprise.

“Sorry Bunny. What was that?”

“I like to cross stitch, could you get me a project to do?”

“Do you want to look online?” He’s going to trust you to use the internet?

“You’d let me?”

“Yea.”

“Thank you.” You pause, you have another question for him but you don’t want to annoy him.

“What else Bunny?”

“Hmm?”

“I can see there’s another question in there. What is it?”

“How long will I have to stay here?”

“A bit longer.” You feel defeated, it might not be so bad if you had a time frame rather than just question marks. “I’m sorry. We’ve got to be careful about this. If they know I’m coming it’ll be a war rather than the execution I want.” He says it so casually, “I’ll try and have a better answer for you soon okay?”

“Okay.” You agree before standing.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t have my sensor to check my sugar.”

“I can.” He picks up his phone from the arm of the chair and looks at your number. “Oh, good 90 and steady.” You stand and make your way back toward the bedroom.

“Good night.”

“Night Bunny. You need anything and I’ll be here. Don’t wanna leave you alone.”

“Oh, okay.” You tell him before closing the bedroom door and going back to bed.

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[soylent-crocodile]

Vizzerdrix (Monster)

(Vizzerdrix by Dave Dorman)

(Behold, a late Easter AND an April Fool's Day special, all wrapped up in one not-so-fluffy bunny! I wanted to capture the idea of a puzzlingly high-value creature with no special effects and not as much combat capability as its peers, so I went with a mad genius. There's also just a couple of tropes here that I tend to avoid- or lean on- if you can spot them. Enjoy!)

CR16 CE Large Aberration HD25

Vizzerdrix are savage beings created by a mad wizard, ravenous beasts who tear apart any who meet their path. It is generally accepted that the vizzerdrix were the last creation of said wizard before being torn apart by vizzerdrix. Unfortunately for the world, her creations bred true, and now vizzerdrix can be found leaving swathes of blood and death in their path. 

A vizzerdrix is a hybrid between a rabbit, a giant, and a piranha, creating a being with incredible intelligence, sharp claws, a craving for destruction and flesh, and big floppy rabbit ears. Vizzerdrix are among the most brilliant beings to exist, and use this to their advantage- they’re expert at evaluating threats, manipulating others, and devising cunning traps. Fortunately for a vizzerdrix’s enemies, they lack any particular abilities to put this brilliance to use, and without external help or tools, must fall back on ripping and tearing. This isn’t to say that a vizzerdrix has distaste for such combat- indeed, tearing other beings apart with their claws and incisors is the deepest pleasure a vizzerdrix can experience, and all their goals and conniving generally works to the end of getting a vizzerdrix a never-ending source of innocent victims to destroy. 

Vizzerdrix are obligate carnivores, only able to digest animal flesh. Despite this, they have a deep craving for root vegetables, which give them incredible indigestion and, occasionally, food poisoning and intense gastric distress. It is suspected that this was a failsafe created by their master and the reason to include rabbit parts, as vizzerdrix will do anything for proper digestive aids that allow them to comfortably eat their favorite food. 

This hulking, clawed beast has powerful human musculature, furless skin, and the head of an angry rabbit. Misc- CR16 CE Large Aberration HD25 Init:+8 Senses: Perception +27 Darkvision 60ft Stats- Str:28(+9) Dex:18(+4) Con:18(+4) Int:32(+11) Wis:9(-1) Cha:20(+5) BAB:+18/+13/+8/+3 Space:10ft Reach:10ft Defense- HP: AC:30(+4 Dexterity, +17 Deflection, -1 Size) Fort:+14 Ref:+12 Will:+17 CMD:39 Resist: Acid 20, Cold 20, Electricity 20, Fire 20 Immunity: Fear Special Defenses: DR5/Adamantine Offense- Bite +24(2d6+9), 2 Claw +25(1d8+9) CMB:+25 Speed:40ft Special Attacks: Rend (2 Claw, 2d8+14) Feats- Improved Initiative, Power Attack (-5/+10), Weapon Focus (Claw), Iron Will, Great Fortitude, Vital Strike, Combat Expertise, Improved Dirty Trick, Improved Disarm, Improved Trip, Greater Dirty Trick, Critical Focus Skills- Acrobatics +27, Climb +17, Escape Artist +32, Knowledge (Arcana, Dungeoneering, Engineering, Geography, Nature, Planes, Religion) +26, Knowledge (Local)* +29, Perception +27, Sense Motive +24, Spellcraft +39, Stealth +32, Survival +27, Swim +17, Use Magic Device +30 Spell-like Abilities- (Caster Level 20, Concentration +25) Dispel Magic /at-will Special Qualities- Ferocity Ecology- Environment- Forests, Swamps (Any) Languages- Common, Aklo, Abyssal, Draconic, Giant Organization- Solitary Treasure- None

#soylent original #monsters and races #homebrew #pathfinder #mtg #mtgblr #vizzerdrix #april fool's day

[sweetums0kitty]

Mask Maketh The Man

Another Sav fic so soon?! What is this productivity? Anyway! This is another request from my good pal Bunny! @lovesickrobotic I hope you enjoy Bun! <3 Btw my requests are openhttps://www.tumblr.com/sweetums0kitty/717181379533815808/requests-are-open Shoot me an ask!

Warnings: None just pure fluff

He was beautiful, regal, and powerful, so different in his fearsome regalia than when he's just your mild-mannered Edward. He had finally assembled the complete outfit after months of searching Edward was finally the Riddler. "Well… How do I look?" came his modulated voice sending a cold shiver down your spine. His already piercing gaze was heightened by the way the clear frames of his glasses were set over the bridge of the mask. He looked like death, he was an angel of vengeance… Edward was everything. "You're- oh my god, this is really happening!" laughing as you pushed your hair out of your face with a deep sigh. Eddie stepped forward and you instantly stepped back from his hulking form. Arms hanging lamely by his sides he lifted his hand to scratch the back of his neck but stopped when he was reminded of the plastic wrap at the back of his skull. "Do I scare you like this?" he insinuated taking a step back with a forlorn tilt of his masked head. quickly you stepped forward attempting to soothe Eddie. "No, no! I'm not… You don't scare me! I'm just worried… What if you get caught?" beginning to pace back and forth in front of where the Riddler stood. He snorted and you turned quickly to glour at the masked man before you. "It's a perfectly valid concern!" Sighing the hot breath fogged the lenses of his mask making Eddie look a bit less fearsome. "C'mere" gesturing for you to come into his long protective arms. Obediently you stepped forward and instantly the warm, comforting presence of Edward enveloped you. Resting your head on his chest you could breathe in the familiar scents of coffee and old paper that made Eddie your Eddie. He was so tenderly soft it was hard to imagine the hands that gently stroked your hair, shushing all the niggling doubts that plagued you could be used for such gruesome violence.

Gently he bent forward hooking leatherbound gloves under your knees and bringing you almost effortlessly (He was a bit out of breath, he did always say he wasn't physically gifted. But for you! An effort was made) to the couch before sitting down with you snugly perched in his warm lap. The old futon groaned under the combined weight but held fast. Sitting curled up in his arms you felt truly safe, like nothing in the hellish streets of Gotham could take you from Edward. Still like a child afraid of the monster under the bed, you needed reassurance. Turning to face Eddie you hesitated to touch his face. Emerald eyes held your gaze and you could just see the way his brows were furloughed with the crinkle of the skin around his eyes. "Angel?" one gloved hand reached up to touch your cheek and instantly it clicked. "Can I touch your mask?" the words flopped from your lips in one undignified lump. "Of course, you can.." a bit incredulous that you would even ask to touch him. Even so, your hands gingerly met the vinal of his mask in an exploratory touch. Ghosting fingers over the shapeless face covering you could feel where his gorgeous nose was encased, down further and there were his cherubic cheeks and down once more and you were brushing over his lips. "See I'm still me, just better." whispering as you worked the hooks of the facial covering off so you could properly hold the reddened cheeks of your beloved. Letting the mask flop between the two of you as you bent forward to press a kiss into the plush petals of his lips. Instantly you melded with Edward. Lips dancing together as you cradled each other's cheeks. Finally pulling away to rest your foreheads together. "You're already amazing Eddie." gently kissing his nose. Snuggled under his chin you felt like renewal could be found within your love.

#paul dano #edward nashton #the riddler #danonation #savvy speaks #my writings #riddler #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x y/n #edward nashton x you #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #edward nigma #edward nygma x you #paul dano riddler #dano!riddler x reader #dano!riddler #the batman (2022) #the batman imagine #the riddler imagine #the riddler year one #i love him #requests open

[ivymarquis]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @direwombat <33333 Last week but shhhhh

Tagging; @gaeadene @strangefable @g0dspeeed @socially-awkward-skeleton @deadbranch @kneelingshadowsalome @bunnyreaper @bunny-extract @papaver-decervicatus @luminousbeings-crudematter @glossythor @391780 @ceilidho

Placed under a cut!!!! (Read the fucking tags before clicking!)

Contains; Omegaverse, Ghoap x Reader, kidnapping, mentions of sex trafficking/human trafficking, illegal breeding facility things?????

They’re too excited by her scent to accept the truth.

After months of searching- hoping, praying-, Laswell (God bless her) points the bonded alphas to a facility that she believes is housing their omega.

It’s fucking vile that there are still backwater omega breeding facilities. But designation numbers are still out of balance enough that an omega is something to be cherished. Coveted, even.

And theirs was stolen.

It takes time to organize everything. As much as Ghost and Soap want to hop on a bird that fucking night and snatch her up- there’s other omegas to think about. They need to hit and hit hard in one fell swoop to knock the facility to its knees. They group with the local law enforcement and programs to help the omegas once they’ve been rescued. They don’t quite know how many there are. How many have families waiting eagerly for them to return home, or how many were exploited because they had nowhere to go home.

Ghost and Soap lead the charge. Room by room, floor by floor, they drop any hostiles without a second thought. No one other than the omegas is leaving this building alive.

Far enough into the building, they find where the omegas are housed- rooms wreaking of distress and panic; alarm having them scrambling away from the hulking alphas and hiding behind each other.

Their sense of smell tells them as each door is opened that it doesn’t contain her and they move deeper into the complex with an assurance to the omegas that they’re safe now.

Soap, the younger and more impulsive one, nearly crawls out of his skin when they catch a whiff of her down the next hallway.

Johnny either can’t or willfully won’t notice what Simon has, and it twists in his gut like a knife wound.

It takes every ounce of self discipline as they continue on room by room down the hall.

Dread and apprehension fills Simon in equal measure as Soap’s excitement and anticipation increase in him.

The door opens and Simon’s brain screams wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong-

She’s not here. Every other room houses 2-3 omegas, huddled together in fear of the strange new alphas.

She was here. Her scent lingers in the bedding, mingling with the other who stares at them, alone and petrified and without another omega to seek any comfort from.

Her scent is stale. She was here yesterday.

#as always feel free to poke me if we are muts and you wanna be included in the wip wednesday shenanigans #or tell me to fuck off if I poked you and you dont wanna #I gotta streamline this taglist lmao #fun fact I was gonna schedule this but oops #it's officially midnight! so it's wednesday!! #guess what folks I am back on my omegaverse bullshit #yeeeeeeeee haw buddy what a time to be alive #wip wednesday

[space-mermaid-writing]

IronStrange fics update

Okay, since it will probably still be some time until I feed you some new stories, I thought I could at least tell you what I'm working on. (And with working on I mean actively writing it as well as imagining it in my head.)

There's this Vampire!Stephen and Werewolf!Tony AU I just finished. You will hear about it soon.

Also, while this is all IronStrange, I do have a Doctor Strange x Reader project going on I want to work on more. (Don't mind me trying to multitask everything all at once)

Anyway... IronStrange fic projects under the cut :) I'm open for plot bunnies for these projects.

King and Consort ♛ (aka the arranged marriage AU) <Tony stepped to the window, peering down below as the crowds gathered, already celebrating. He loved his people and desired to protect them, had vowed with his life to serve them.

As a prince he had become trusted by his people, stood his ground in his fathers court and shown them he was his own prince and not just another carbon copy of the Stark's rulers.

As their King, he was to fulfill that promise and duty to them by taking a spouse.

As a man, he was nervous. He didn't like the unexpected and the marriage agreements had been carefully and meticulously planned out with Kamar-Taj’s representative by his most trusted advisor, Pepper. All he knew about his husband-to-be was, written on paper, his name, Stephen Strange, Prince of Kamar-Taj.

The foreign realm was known for its sorcerers and even if it was rare for a royal member to become well trained in the magical field, Strange had joined them as a well trained and skilled sorcerer.>

Mostly plotted and partly written. I'll probably try to finish this next.

Belly dancer AU this one is mostly smut. I just want to put Stephen into lots of jewelry and beautiful clothes, and having him seduce Tony with his dance. Stephen's hips don’t lie.

Gladiator fighting AU What if instead of the Hulk it was Tony who crashed on Sakaar? Forced to fight in the arena. He meets a healer slash wizard who is also a human stranded on the planet. Can they unite their forces and escape together? Or will Tony be beaten to death in the arena?

A lot of hurt/comfort and whump.

Tony is strong but only parts of his suit survived the crash. And compared to the big, broad aliens he is set up for fighting, he knows he is not the brawniest. But he knows how to work a crowd and having the crowds favor gives him some advantages. So he is all showy and flashy while trying to win the fights… or at least to not die. It also catches the eye of the Grandmaster. And that can be a dangerous thing.

Fae AU Stephen is king of the winter court; a realm that is very secluded. The other realms eye it with suspicion, because they are sure that Strange killed the previous ruler, the Ancient One. (Also, Stephen refuses to talk to anyone outside of his realm and is a sad loner) That is until one day the king of summer is found in the winter’s forest, barely conscious. Can Tony melt his frozen heart?

Timestone!Stephen AU Following the MCU’s timeline from Siberia to Thanos. Enemies to Tony-learns-to-unhate-magic to Lovers. It also includes time travel.

I’m currently plotting this. I just wanted something with an overpowered Stephen with a deep love for Tony. Not sure how I am going to manage it, because I'm several pages into plotting and so far Stephen is just cursing the Eye of Agamotto for not working properly. Help.

#IronStrange #Tony Stark #Stephen Strange #Stephen Strange x Tony Stark #Stephen Strange / Tony Stark #mermaid writes #mermaid talks #plotting #aus #Alternative universe

[bwoahtastic]

oscar should have a sleepy little koala as his animal companion. in the garage lando's hamster likes to sit on top of oscar's koala, but on weekends where mark is there, the koala just clings happily to him.

i feel like nico hulkenberg should have some kind of dog, like a golden labrador, that gets along shockingly well with max's Spot and kevin's bunny.

carlos deserves a meerkat that likes to rest on his shoulder and gets along very well with lando's hamster and charles' mouse/hedgehog.

yuki's animal companion should be a fennec fox, and nico's sassy little artic fox takes yuki's companion under her (metaphorical) wing and teaches her how to be tiny and dramatic and gorgeous

Nng yes ofc Oscar has a koala! A sweet clingy koala just holding onto him and snoozing away lol! And Lando having a little hamster sitting on the koalas head aksks judt AH! And Oscar's koala being so attached to Mark and even sometimes wanting to be held more by Mark than Oscar lmaoo

Hulk having a labrador yesss! The dog is as goofy as Hulk is and doesn't listen well lol! And everyone is surprised when Kev's bun seems to be very comfortable!

Plss Carlos having a meerkat perched on his shoulder often and it's cute and more alert than Carlos himself during press conferences lol!

Skwksks Yuki's fennec being quite unproblematic until Nico's fox decides the fennec is her mini me now and she will teach it to be tiny and dramatic and screechy sksk!

#asks #animal companion au

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Angsty OC asks

[ The original ]

1. What memory would your OC rather just forget?

The Event of 2018.

2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

She used to be a prankster/class clown in school. She used to be a barracks bunny.

3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

She's like the Hulk "I'm always angry" but, worse. Because she's ready to go low and commit torture if necessary (like Price and Ghost).

4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Fight.

5. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Very fucking far. Way too fucking far.

6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

You can't. Mostly because her moral compass changes to align with the actions she's performing. She tries to justify it with the reason that she's "doing good for the world"... And uses whatever means to do that.

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

She's a lot less closed off and cold.

8. Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Yes.

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

"We can't look back for nothin' /Take what you need, say your goodbyes"

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

Getting discharged after The Event and going rogue/joining a paramilitary group.

11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

A garrote. Uses it often.

12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

Yes. She closes herself off to people after The Event. During a time when she needed the most support and help, she refused it... And continues to do so today.

13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

No. She's eerily quiet, intimidating... But I'd probably think she's cool.

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Loyal. Reliable. A good soldier.

15. Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

Michelle Rodriguez!

16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

High but she's a wimp. She's still functional when in a LOT of pain, but whines like a bitch the whole time.

17. What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

The Event of 2018. An explosion took out half of her SEAL team, half of a unit of Marines assisting them... Including her dad and brother... And left her with 3rd degree burns and needing grafts + physical therapy.

18. Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

Cold and detached.

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

You won't notice it until she's got her arms wrapped around a man's neck and is strangling him without so much as a twitch of the eyebrow.

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Average amount. It stems more from her protective instincts. She doesn't like people getting too close for comfort to the people she cares about.

21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

Chronic Paresthesia (an abnormal sensation of the skin like tingling, pricking, chilling, burning, numbness for no apparent reason) in her legs.

22. What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?

Neutral.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Sadness. She just gets eerily quiet and zones out.

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

She probably would've been working as a translator? Or maybe a language teacher? Who knows.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

How complex she is as a person, but how simple she is to write for.

#oc: victoria “whiskey” callahan #cod oc

[ashirabts]

I Like You : Jungkook ff (Part 1)

(This is based off of Talkie AI Conversation.)

Genre: Fluff

(Sorry about my grammar 😅)

POV: You and jungkook had been friends since childhood. You guy are very close and like to tease each other a lot. But lately, you've been having deeper feelings about him. You haven't confessed to him, since you don't how he feels about you.

Jungkook: "Hey, what's up shorty?" he teases.

Y/N: "i'm not short!" you playfully pout.

He'd just laugh and look at you.

Jungkook: "Well, compared to, you are."

Y/N: "Well, not everyone is as tall as the Hulk," you teased.

Jungkook: "What are you insinuating?"

Y/N: "What do you think?", you said with a smirk.

Jungkook: "I'm not the Hulk, how dare you compare me to that green monster!"

You just laughed.

Y/N: Well, you called me short."

Jungkook: "Well, you are short. What am I supposed to do?"

Y/N: "And you're built like the Hulk."

Jungkook: "Hey, that a compliment," he said with a cocky expression.

You playfully smacked him in the chest.

Y/N: "Oh, shut up."

Jungkook: "Ouch," he said while grabbing your wrist. "You're getting a little too comfortable, aren't you?"

You stuck your tongue out at him.

He chuckled a little.

Jungkook: "You're such a child sometimes."

Y/N: "Well, so are you......Mr. Bunny," you chuckled.

Jungkook made a face at you.

Jungkook: "You know how much I hate that nickname!"

Y/N: "Did you eat carrots for breakfast?" you teased.

Jungkook: "No!", he looked away from you. "You know, I don't understand why everyone calls me Mr. Bunny."

Y/N: "It's because of your smile. You have a cute bunny smile."

Jungkook blushed a bit.

Jungkook: "Shut up! I'm not a bunny," he'd say while trying to keep from laughing. He knew it was true.

You laughed at his flustered face.

Jungkook: "Ugh, you're so mean."

He'd try to stay mad at you, but he couldn't help but smile.

You would poke and annoy him until he wasn't mad at you anymore.

Jungkook: "god, you're so annoying," he say while trying to pin you down.

Y/N: "I'm not annoying, I'm just fun", you chuckled.

Jungkook: "Ugh, you're too happy," he start to tickle you.

You start laughing uncontrollably.

Jungkook: "Stop laugh!" he'd keep tickling you.

Y/N: "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!? YOU'RE TICKLING ME!" you laughed harder. "STOP!"

Jungkook: "Never!" he'd say as continued tickling you. "You're too happy and you're making me mad."

You escaped from his grasp and started tto tickle him back.

Jungkook: "No! Stop!," he'd start to laugh.

Y/N: "I got you now!"

Jungkook: "I'm gonna get you for that," he laughed as he tried to tickle you again.

You quickly ran away from him.

Jungkook: "GET BACK HERE!" he screamed as he ran after you.

You two continued running around playing with each other.

The end.

#kpop #bts jk #kpop ff #talkies #bts fanfic

[littlemessyjessi]

Chapter 3 (Finale Part) : Blossom in Darkness: A Hybrid Min Yoongi story

Black Panther Hybrid Min Yoongi

Ft. Cat hybrid Jimin, Bunny hybrid Jungkook

====

Lola was a bit frazzled as she moved around her apartment. 

She knew it was ridiculous to suddenly feel self conscious about Yoongi and Jungkook coming over.

Her place wasn't in bad shape and he was also a tenant so he'd understand if things did happen to be messy with their current situation. 

Plus she'd invited Jimin over and tidied up a bit before.

"So why the hell are you so nervous?" She asked herself as she stared at the throw pillows on the couch again. "Because you're super hot neighbor that you've had a crush on since you first saw him is going to be inside your apartment in less than five minutes. "

Probably less.

She'd sent Jimin down to wait on them and let them in since the buzzer system wasn't working with the power outage.

She figured it wouldn't be too much longer before-

"Honey,  I'm home!"

She caught between amusement and pure panic at Jimin's voice.

She laughed as she snatched the pillows off the couch last minute.

"What are you doing?" Jimin asked eyeing the pillows.

"Oh, uh,  more room to sit." She said promptly launching said pillows into the hallway.

Like a crazy person.

Her neighbor looked to the ground to hide his smile but she could still see his cheeks fluff up just a bit. 

Though his quiet moment of observation was interrupted  as a taller, albeit still quiet man came shuffling in behind him, jerked forward by Jimin. 

Two long black ears were folded down over his head. 

He seemed a bit shy but his nose wiggled and his ears perked as the sounds and scents from the grill hit him. 

"This is Jungkook." Jimin introduced the bunny hybrid. 

Lola wasn't totally surprised by his hulking figure. 

Some rabbit hybrids were seriously jacked especially the larger breeds but his baggy clothing did make him look a bit more intimidating. 

However, the big sparkly doe eyes betrayed him and he looked the picture of innocence. 

But she knew that EVERYONE possessed a duality. 

"Is that… carrots?" he asked, eyes growing even further in size as he looked out the door towards the billowing smoke of the grill. 

She had to fight back a smile, "Yeah, I've got some on the grill right now.   I put butter and some other seasonings on them.   And some more veggies too.  You like carrots?" 

She had to seriously fight the urge to coo at him because he seemed to have complete tunnel vision and he wordlessly nodded. 

"And sausages and steak and chicken and fish, hyung… which I'll leave the fish to you and Lola.  I hate seafood." Jimin said to Yoongi who nodded, already well versed in the cat hybrid absolute unmatched hatred of seafood. 

"It sounds amazing, actually.  I've been living off takeout for the last week." he said. 

"The power has only been out two days." Jimin said furrowing his brows. 

Yoongi shrugged, "Yeah but there's only like a handful of places that deliver at 3 in the morning and I've been too lazy to go grocery shopping." 

Lola nodded in understanding, "I feel you.  I had just went and did the shopping the day of the storm.  But I can't lie.  I've been eating Thai food that was probably way past it's prime. Thank god, I seem to have been blessed with an iron stomach."  

The three of them chuckled in response before a moment of awkward silence settled over them. 

"Uh, well, make yourselves comfortable.  I'll just be out on the balcony finishing up.  There's a bag of ice in that little cooler over there and drinks on the table so, uh, um, help yourself." she said, scurrying off to the balcony. 

Jimin lifted an eyebrow at her behavior, having seen her be completely relaxed and sweet around him only moments ago. 

"I think we make her nervous." he commented once she was out of ear shot. 

"Well, we're new to her and this is her home.  Three strangers all at once." Yoongi shrugged. "I'd be a little anxious too." 

"Oh, that reminds me.  Hey, Lola!" Jimin called to her. 

She poked her head back inside, "Yeah?" 

"Do you drink?" he asked, a mischevious working it's way onto his face. 

"Uh, yeah, sometimes." she asked, brows creasing in confusion.  

"Well, I noticed all the juice and stuff you had on the counter.  I figured you were trying to use it up and I am actually a fantastic bartender." he boasted. 

"You are not a bartender." Yoongi rolled his eyes. 

"I'll have you know that I did that professionally while I was in college!" he argued. 

"Making disgusting drinks for frat boys does not count as bartending." Yoongi argued. "But run along and get your alcohol and once you've disgusted her with whatever abomination you cook up, I can make her a real drink." 

Their arguing was cut short by laughter. 

Jungkook had migrated out to the balcony with Lola and the both of them were giggling at their arguing. 

"Do your worst, Jimin-ah.  Like I said, I got an iron stomach." Lola shrugged, seemingly a bit more at ease. 

Jimin poked his tongue out at Yoongi, "Come on, hyung.  Help me get the supplies." 

Yoongi groaned at the idea of having to do anything but followed none the less.  

Jungkook peered up at Lola from his spot in the comfortable chair. 

"Can I help?" 

She glanced over at him. 

Now, that he was sitting on her balcony she realized just how big of a guy he was… yet still very, very adorable. 

"Sure you can." she smiled at him and beckoned him over.  "If you want, we could have some rice.  I've got some different kind of kimchi inside.  I think it would go nice with this, don't you?" 

Jungkook nodded eagerly, "I love kimchi and rice.  I can make the rice if you want if you'll tell me where the pots are." 

"There's a big one hanging over the stove in the kitchen if you wanna grab it and some water.  The rice should be in the pantry in a big bag." she said. "Blue door." 

He nodded, making his way inside. 

Jungkook liked Lola, even if he hadn't said a lot to her at this point. 

She seemed very nice and he had even ventured outside to sit with her. 

Which was odd, in and of itself, because he tended to stick close to his hyungs- especially around new people. 

But Lola had this energy about her. 

Even when she herself was a little anxious or awkward, she still seemed to unconsciously bleed a soothing aura into the world around her. 

In a way, it reminded Jungkook of Yoongi. 

He was back in moments with a pot of water in one arm and the bulk bag of rice hauled over the other. 

Lola laughed at the sight of him, "Oh good lord, Jungkook.  I didn't mean you had to carry it all at once!" 

He shrugged, "It's not heavy." 

"For you, maybe." she laughed. "I definitely would've taken two trips, complained about it half way through and then sulked because I'm a wimp." 

"Well, I can help you anytime you like, Noona." he said. 

It had slipped out without him noticing but Lola chose not to remark on it. 

Jungkook seemed a bit reserved, perhaps not necessarily shy, but she didn't want to draw attention to the term especially when they had only met within the last hour.

"I might take you up on that one day.  I'm always hauling plants back from the nursery." she said. 

"The nursery?" he asked, ears perking.  "Which one?" 

"Actually the same nursery that Namjoon works at.   I hadn't realized that he and I shared a mutual friend.   Or that the dance studio across the street was his for that matter." she said. 

"You know Namjoon hyung?" he said, eyes glittered in what Lola could tell was respect and awe.  

Apparently, Namjoon was someone Jungkook looked up to quite a bit. 

"Yeah, we work together so I see him a fair bit." she commented. 

"I never get to go to work with him." Jungkook said.  "He won't let me." 

Lola chuckled, "Well, no offense but that's probably because he doesn't want you nibbling on the produce section." 

"I wouldn't!" Jungkook gasped though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed him. 

"Mmmhmm." she said before plucking a carrot off the grill and handing it to him. 

"I wouldn't." he insisted as he nibbled on the vegetable. 

"Ok, Jungkook-ah.  I'm sure you wouldn't.  How could I ever think such a thing?" she teased. 

"Exactly." he said, sneaking his hand passed her to steal another carrot.  "As if I would ever sneak away to eat veggies." 

She smiled at him. 

That mischievous little bunny. 

"We're back!" Jimin's voice echoed from inside the apartment. 

"Ok! Food is almost done!" she called back. 

"Jungkookie, come help me!" Jimin called out and Jungkook rolled his eyes at his hyung but went inside anyway. 

After stealing a zuchinni. 

Lola turned back to the grill with a little laugh. 

"Mind if I join you?" 

She glanced over her shoulder to see Yoongi leaning against the door frame. 

"Oh, uh, sure.  Make yourself at home." she said, heat crawling up her neck. 

'Just relax, Lola.  He's just a guy.  You don't have to be such a fucking dweeb. I mean, he's insanely fuckin hot and my god he has the best voice in the world but-' 

His laughter broke her from her thoughts, "Geez, what did that sausage do to you?" 

She glanced down to see that she had stabbed it and almost completely shoved it through the grill grates. 

"Uh, it gave me attitude?" she asked, making him smile.  

"Remind me not to cross you." he teased, eyes twinkling good naturedly.  

"Well as long as you don't also squirt your bodily fluids on me like this hussy then we'll be cool." she said. 

Yoongi bit his lip to hold in the laughter and Lola wanted to die. 

"Oh my fucking god.  Why the fuck did I just say that?" she said out loud, head tilting back to look at the sky as shame consumed her. 

Finally, he broke into a fit of laughter, "Hey, hey, don't worry about it.   I know what you meant." 

"Yeah, yeah." she sighed.  "It's fine.  I'll just dive off the balcony now and fall to my death to escape this mortification."

"Hey, come on.  If you do that then how am I supposed to take you out this weekend?" 

Lola froze and looked at him, "You.. what?" 

Yoongi's features softly, "Yeah, you're cute, Lola.  And if I'm being honest, I've been trying to work up the nerve to ask you for a while." Lola's jaw dropped comically and he laughed, "B-b-but.." 

"I was just too nervous." he admitted.  "I've been into since I first saw you." "But that was like three years ago!" she stammered. 

Yoongi laughed, "Well, yeah, but you're beautiful, Lola.   And kind of intimidating.  I've never really had a chance to see you relaxed until today." "I'm not intimidating!" she said. "You're the intimidating one! Walking around looking all hot and mysterious and - oh my fucking god.  This is it. I'm diving off the balcony right now." 

She tossed the tongs down on the grill and began climbing over the railing. 

Yoongi laughed as he shot out to wrap his arms around her waist and bringing her back into his chest. 

"Come on." he laughed.  "It's not that bad.  Yes, apparently you're hungrier than I thought because you're actively trying to put your foot in your mouth today but relax.  It's cool." 

Lola huffed and while she was internally loving behind held by him… she also felt like if he didn't let her go she was going to explode. 

"Now what was this about me being hot and mysterious?" he whispered, unable to resist the urge to tease her. 

She groaned and he squeezed her in his arms before pecking her temple and finally letting her go. 

It was all very uncharacteristic for Yoongi but something about her just put him at ease. 

He'd spent so long thinking it would never work because humans and hybrid relationships were kind of judged and also just because he didn't think he'd ever get up the nerve. 

But now that he was there with her… he just didn't care. 

"So what do you say? How about Friday?" he asked. 

"Yes, yes, anything to get you to take this inside and let me get my damn hormones back in control." she said handing him the plate of food to take inside. 

He laughed at her flustered nature and for a second he was content to let her cool off. 

But it got the best of him in the end and he whirled back around, popping over her shoulder to whisper, "Can't wait." 

"Out, out, out!" she hissed. "I swear, I'm gonna get you a cat bell!" 

Yoongi retreated into her apartment, laughter bubbling from his chest. 

He had never expected that he would ever work up the nerve for that and he certainly never expected it to go that way. 

He had no plans for the day but this was certainly one of his favorites so far. 

He had no idea about the future of what it would entail but in that moment he knew that there was a woman named Lola and he absolutely loved making her smile.

And that was enough for him.

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Finished

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[kaunis-sielu]

Dangerous Places: 8

You don’t see Steve for almost a week. You meet several of the women, they seem nice enough and happy, but you’d seemed happy too.

Wanda had taken your grocery list and bought everything you’d needed, no hesitation. She was a soft woman, and the one you felt most comfortable around. You knew that Nat was reporting back to Steve on you. Those piercing green eyes of hers seemed to notice everything and it’s unnerving.

Your feet have healed well, the Doctor, a soft spoken man they call Hulk, had come by and checked in on you. He’d also offered to get you a system that would test your blood so you didn’t have to do your finger all the time, something that sounded more than a little appealing.

You’re a little surprised to see Steve enter after he knocks on the main door. You’ve got some music playing from an old radio you’d found and are reading a book. One that Carol had lent you.

“Hi Bunny.” He says putting a box on the counter. “Got you some sugar free cookies from a bakery I like.”

“Thank you.” You’re surprisingly touched by this.

“I hope they’re good.” He says dropping down into the arm chair with a heavy sigh. “How’s your week been?” When you level him with a look that pretty much screams really? “Right, sorry. Things have been interesting, hectic but I’m getting closer to destroying Hydra.”

“Good.”

“Good?” He seems surprised, “there’s no one there you were friends with?”

“No. Friends don’t help a monster keep you prisoner.”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

“No.” You tell him with a racing heart. Last time you’d said no to Brock he’d beaten you so badly you couldn’t sit comfortably for days.

“Okay, will you at least think about it?” He asks and you nod, you’ll think about it. “Thanks Bunny.”

“You can use my real name if you want.” You offer, not looking up from your book.

“I know.” You glance over at him and see a little smile on his face, “what are you reading?”

“Something from Carol.”

“Ah, sexy book then.” He says and your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

“Wh-what?”

“Sexy book. Carol makes us all read them, is that the one about the baker and the doctor?”

“Um, yes.” You know he can see the embarrassment on your face.

“Nice. Some things in that one I’ve wanted to try for a while. Let me know if you’re interested.” He flirts but you can’t even look at him. He turns on the tv and you continue to read for a while, you’re reading a more, spicy, part when he hums and you look up at him.

“You’re at the part in the kitchen aren’t you?”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“The look on your face, and how far along you are in the book. I just read that one.” You snap the book shut, keeping one finger in between the pages so you don’t lose your spot. “Aw, come on Bunny. Keep readin’ for me.”

“No more comments.” You tell him attempting to make it sound like a question while it’s really a request.

“Alright, but I’m watchin’ still.” You sigh heavily but don’t argue, you open the book again and start reading.

The scene is hot. There’s no arguing that, and annoyingly now you can’t get the vision of Steve as the male character out of your head.

He lets you read in peace for a half an hour before he says, “what should we do for dinner?”

“I was going to do leftovers.”

“Ah, what if I cook for you?” You bite your lower lip and look down into your lap,

“I have so many leftovers, I don’t want anything to go bad.” You close your eyes waiting for the anger.

“Good girl Bunny.” He practically purrs and butterflies dance in your stomach. “I love when you set boundaries with me. Do you mind if I just find something?”

“That’s fine.”

“Thanks. Hulk said he was going to get you set up with some other stuff for your diabetes. Has he done that yet?” He asks as he makes his way to the fridge.

“No, I think he ordered it.”

“Good, anything else you want to do?”

“Leave.”

“Bunny.” He warns lowly and you glare at your book.

“The brand.” You say after a few more minutes of silence.

“Hmm?” He hums from where he’s looking into the fridge,

“I’d like my brand removed.”

“Did you talk to Bruce about it?”

“Who?”

“Oh, right Hulk.”

“Um, no. I don’t even know if it’s possible.”

“We can ask him, I can’t imagine it’s going to be pleasant.”

“I think that’s why he does it. Brock’s a monster. He likes inflicting pain on other people then,” you take a deep shaky breath, “he blames you for your pain.” You whisper and you hear Steve moving quickly.

“I’ll be right back Bunny.” He says through clenched teeth. The door slams shut and after a few seconds you hear the sound of something shattering. When he comes back into the house, his body is tight like he’s angry. He stalks over to you but freezes when he sees how you curl in on yourself.

“I’m coming over there Bunny. I’m not mad at you, you need to know that okay?” You nod and he comes over and crouches in front of you on the floor. “I need to know the things he did to you. I need to know so I can punish him when I destroy Hydra and I need to know so I can help you heal.” He says softly, “I am furious with how you were treated. It’s unacceptable.”

“It’s hard to talk about.” You whisper as tears fill your eyes.

“Maybe I could bring in a therapist for you?”

“You’d do that?”

“Yea Bunny. You’re mine to protect and that means from everything, past trauma included.”

“But why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why me?”

“I don’t know. When I figure it out I’ll let you know.”

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capture

They’d usually leave these ones alone. SAS soldiers aren’t to be fucked with, and it’s more trouble than it’s worth to get information out of them. One, because they’re trained well and  nobody’s got the fucking patience to bother, and two because they’re a bit more protected than other groups. Just as expendable as everyone else, of course, but a special forces trooper is more likely to draw attention than some no-name, nondescript merc kid gone missing.

But sometimes, exceptions are made. When a group of KorTac guys, bloodied and limping with busted-lips, bring in the kicking and.curse-spitting SAS medic, Bunny asks König what that particular exception had been.

In his careful, precise accent: “Knocked a few teeth. Being fucking annoying. Does not shut up.” 

Mouse will relate to her later that he’d gone up against three operators, broken a tibia with a nasty, sneering stomp and crimson-streaked grin. That it had taken König’s hulking strength to get him in any sort of subdued state to bring in. 

Seem way too into that leg crush, Bunny tells her, pointing with her smoldering cigarette. 

It was, Mouse offers, fingers clasped under her chin and eyes bright with recollection, so disgustingly cool. He also broke four of Smith’s ribs!

He gets roughed up a bit for the attitude, for the damage he’s done, for some pointed, filthy comments made towards certain familial members. 

Then they bring Bunny in.

Not because she’s any good as an interrogator. Most of the time, KorTac’s got her cozy in an office on base, pouring over documents and using her experience with certain government entities and the British Army to glean info. Bunny gets paid real handsomely for it. Enough that she only feels a bit guilty for the fight she’d had with a particular lieutenant when he discovered her sneaking away one night. 

Mercenaries, Buns? Are you fucking kidding me? You’re setting yourself up to be a domestic terrorist. You’re gonna be on wanted lists, and we’ll have to — Jesus. Have you absolutely lost your goddamn mind? Have you gone full mental? Yeah, you have. You have gone full fuckin’ mental. 

Call me, Bunny had said with her finger and thumb to her ear, and was gone. 

He’d let her go. 

So they bring her in because he’d been found with a paper in his pockets. And Bunny is good with mysterious papers.

“Could be coordinates,” König told her as she entered, handing her the paper. “Could be orders. See if he will tell you which one. Or see if you can figure it out, yourself.”

“And if he doesn’t tell me?” She quirks an eyebrow, looking from the scrawled symbols and letters up at him. “What if he gets out of those zipties and bludgeons me half to death like he did Smith?” She bats her eyes at him.

König huffs in a way that tells her he’s grinning beneath the hood, and claps a hand to her shoulder. “Then Mouse and I will be right outside with a gun and a big knife, and we’ll avenge you.”

Bunny rolls her eyes at him. “Thanks, big guy. Very comforting.”

He’s knelt on the the ground when she goes in. There is blood splattered on the floor in a circle surrounding him, a split in his lip and another across one thick eyebrow. It’s quirked, but his eyes are steely and cold as they follow her around the room. 

“You’re not a soldier.” 

Bunny glances down at herself; button-up shirt and suspenders, dark khakis, sensible loafers. “Fuck, they are training a perceptive new generation, aren’t they?”

His eyes narrow, but his mouth twitches as if he wants to grin. Gotcha, Bunny thinks. Mouthy kid. Of course you respect a little bit of shit talk. 

“Wouldn’t know. Don’t keep up with the training, nowadays.”

“Uninvolved, huh?” Bunny slips her arms over her chest. She tries to slip another needle past the ill-tempered, fast-mouthed medic’s armor: “Feeling disillusioned in the military industrial complex?”

She’s not fully expecting it to work. She is certainly not expecting the wild, sudden chuckle she earns for it. 

“Honestly, ma’am? You nailed it. If m’honest, kinda wanna get home at this point,” the medic says. His monotone is nearly bored, tinged with a snide clip of indignant, grumpy annoyance. As if he’s not trussed up and sporting a nasty, reddening bruise on his swelling cheek. As if his capture is simply a tiny, pesty snag in an otherwise pleasant day.

Bunny likes that. What she doesn’t like is —

“No ma’ams please, thanks.” She leans back against the table, head tilted. A tingle of recognition zips across her vision. 

“Wait. Hold on.”

“Bit of déjà vu?” The soldier offers, lips quirking. “Yeah, same. You —”

“You look familiar.” Her eyes narrow, and then widen on a laugh. “Oh Jesus Christ, you know Simon.” She grimaces, remembering the circumstances of their first encounter and her swirl of annoyed dismay at Simon’s persistently immoral letching. “Ew. You know Simon.”

His eyebrows shoot up, disappearing into the sweaty, dark curls. “Simon. M’gonna guess from that, y’know him too.” He is literally tongue-in-cheek, mouth in a full, knowing smirk. I know why you know him, and you know why I know him.

“What a small fucking world.”

Bunny snorts. “Not really. He’s just been through the entirety of it.” Her arms unconsciously drop, heels on the table either side of her hips. “What’s at home?” 

The soldier laughs again; a barking, loud sort of thing that seems yanked from him. He settles back on his heels, the tense posture dropping to mirror her relaxed form. He shoots Bunny another one of those grins, edged just so with filth, and she could roll her eyes — probably this exact expression that had caught Ghost’s attention in the first place.

“Tall redhead.” He intones, somehow severely serious and suggestive at the same time. “Screen addiction and got a sense of humor that’s pure shite. But nice eyes.” His crooked grin twists. “Big fuckin’ —”

“All right,” Bunny interrupts, both palms up. She finds it very hard to control her own smile. “Okay. Fair.”

And it’s funny, because that’s exactly the type of information they’d need for torture. He’s offering up a hand of cards for them to play. Somebody at home, point of vulnerability to stretch and mold like clay? That’s a weak spot, right there. Usable. If she wanted to, she could call König back in and have him knock a few of the guy’s teeth out. Threaten to do the same to his vulnerability.

Except something tells Bunny that won’t be necessary. So she nods her head and offers a hand signal. Outside the tent, König’s hulking six-something shadow shifts, relaxes. Steps away, rifle dropping from the position it had undoubtedly been in, aiming dead-center on the medic’s chest.

“What’s on the paper?” She pats over the table for the yellow lined notebook page, waves it in the air. 

His cheeks color a bit, ruddy wash over brown skin. Those engaged, disciplined dark eyes go suddenly loose, bouncing away into every corner of the room except the one she occupies.

“It’s not intel.” He sounds sheepish.

“Usually that’s what people with intel say.” 

“It’s not.” He insists. “It’s — fuckin’ hell.” Shake of his head again, curls bouncing. “Embarrassing.” 

She lifts a brow. Go on. Embarrass yourself. It’ll entertain me.

He sighs, steady gaze on the ceiling. “We’re bingein’ some YouTube stuff about Cold War codebreakers, and it’s real dull,” he inclines his head at her little glare, “Hey, sorry. No offense, if that’s what you do, but it is. So he gets bored, yeah? Starts fixatin’ on doing a code for himself, right, and so that paper’s this dumb little note for me and it —”

“God,” Bunny says, “They were right. You don’t shut up, and also I do not fucking care.”

She gets his wrists and ankles untied with her pocketknife — gift from Mouse — because she wants to get rid of him. Not because she’s immediately fond or anything. 

“You should probably,” she says, stepping back to give him space to stand, “be more careful not to get captured anymore. Especially if you want to get home safe so bad. Kinda the wrong career if that’s the case. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yep,” he chirps as he gets to his feet. She’s surprised to see he’s much smaller vertical. “Last hurrah I’m on the hook for, this time’ round.” Pats his side. “Last bit before I get my med discharge cleared. Then I’m out, and, y’know.” He shrugs, dazzles her with a full grin. “Home.”

“Home.” Bunny says, head tilted, and then offers a sneering snort. “Christ. That is embarrassing, you know that?”

“Yeah, whatever,” he responds, rolling a stiff shoulder and extending his arms out. The shakes his hands, cracks a few knuckles, and stretches his fingers in a series of movements that seems more habitual than helpful. “Benji, by the way. Didn’t get a chance, last time.” 

Benji sticks his hand out. Sage green SAS gloves, muddy and blood-stained from being thrown around in the dirt and fighting. His brown fingers are warm when Bunny takes them in hers, pumps once.

“Dr. Bunny Sullivan,” she offers, and gives him a warning look when something cheeky slips across his face. “No comments on it, please.”

“Boss,” he says. “Want me to say hi for ya, Dr. Sullivan?” 

“To Simon?”

“Yeah.” 

“Fuck no,” Bunny barks out a laugh and pats him on the cheek. “Fuck no. See you around.”

König, confused but acquiescing to Bunny’s request, gets him an escort out of their territory. And then Bunny’s new favorite empty-headed SAS soldier is loosed unto the world once more. 

“He have info?” König stands beside her, offering a light for the cigarette she tucks into her mouth.

“Nah,” Bunny says, glancing up at him and blowing smoke. “Just really fucking annoying.”

#writing #ua #bp #bs #core au

[storiesbyash]

Under a Glitter Moon

Empty venues are a peculiar thing, you know. The applause and adulation echo in a melancholy after all the cheering crowds have gone. But, like a child told it's bedtime, these large entertainment venues can’t seem to stay quiet. They’ve got their own nocturnal life, their own encores that they can't help but perform.

Let me take you to an enormous stadium in South Korea, recently graced by a hot-shot K-pop band. Their energy could make even the most stoic guards and dozing ticket-takers shake a leg. But now, the show's over. Confetti, once airborne, now lays scattered on the floor like a technicolor snowfall. Abandoned plastic cups, once brimming with overpriced soda, lay crunched and forgotten.

But back to the stadium. This large, hulking arena now sat empty, the stage dark and devoid of its glowing idols. The faint scent of popcorn, cheap beer, and sugar-sweet soda still hung in the air. It was a sight that could make even the most hardened cleanup crew sigh in despair.

Sung-min had the unenviable task of leading the cleanup after every gig. It's fair to say, Sung-min was not the sort of bloke to chase the spotlight. He was a thin man, with a bit of a stoop. His round spectacles, perched on the bridge of his nose, slid down more often than stayed put. His hair did nothing for his rather oval face. His perpetual frown felt comforting. It was like that favorite armchair of yours. Despite losing some padding, it's still the favorite seat.

That night, Sung-min stood at the stadium's entrance. He surveyed the field littered with discarded plastic and strewn confetti. He armed himself with a heavy-duty bin bag and a stick with a nail in the end. He took a deep breath, the smell of stale beer and popcorn filling his nostrils, and sighed. The sigh he let out was familiar, the kind that starts from the sole of worn sneakers and ends at the roots of thinning hair. It was a sigh from a man who's seen it all before.

"Again," he muttered, half to himself, half to the moon that seemed to smirk back at him from above. He started to trudge down the steps, his shoulders slumping under the weight of the task ahead. Yet, as he walked, there was a rhythm to his movements, a sort of resigned dance that spoke of a man accustomed to his fate.

But Sung-min, despite the odds stacked against him, was a bit of a stubborn sort. He was so stubborn that even if he were losing a wrestling match to a feisty dust bunny, he'd keep grappling. He'd continue the struggle until the dust bunny gave up, exhausted by his persistence. He took pride in his work, despite the grumbling and the sighing.

He set about his task. He gathered the leftovers from the departed crowd: neglected cups, popcorn boxes, and other remnants from the successful concert. As he gathered each item, his sighs subsided, replaced by a steely resolve. His frown transformed into a thoughtful look.

As Sung-min began to make inroads into his mountainous task, a peculiar occurrence unfolded. Venues like these tend to get a bit dramatic and introspective once the spotlight dims and the applause quiets down.

The air started to tingle, the kind of tingle you feel before a thunderstorm hits, or when you've accidentally put your tongue on a 9-volt battery. The noise of Sung-min's cleaning efforts seemed to fade, as if someone had turned down the volume knob on the universe.

This wasn't the electrical buzz of a phone notification, or the familiar squeaks of a family of mice in your pantry. No, this was a buzz that oozed from the pores of the stadium, one that had unabashed, unrestrained razzle-dazzle.

This buzz made ordinary extraordinary, made popcorn kernels dance like tumbleweed, and gave discarded soda cups the grace of ballet dancers. It was pure, distilled showbiz, and it was spreading across the empty stadium like a contagion of spectacle.

The empty seats shuddered, then shook, then downright boogied. The large stage, recently vacated by K-pop superstars, began to glow, as if the moon decided to share its celestial spotlight. It was wonderfully, whimsically strange. An uncanny performance of the debris, a veritable encore of litter. Magic flowed from every corner and crevice, turning the ordinary chore of cleaning into a remarkable show of enchantment and joy.

There was a rustle, then a shudder, and then, quite suddenly, the discarded plastic cups began to rise. They shook off the sticky soda residue, popped out their dents, and started to assemble, like tiny drunk robots with a very serious task at hand. A pair of straw wrappers fashioned themselves into a microphone, held up by a cup-hand, while a crisp packet folded itself into a rakish hat. The torn ticket stubs fluttered and stuck together, creating a stage that glowed under the moonlight. They formed into a line, two lines, then a multitude, creating humanoid shapes on the stage.

As Sung-min stood there, bin bag in one hand, stick in the other, he watched the bizarre spectacle unfold. His round glasses slid down his nose, and he pushed them back up. A sound escaped his lips, something between a gasp and a chuckle. He blinked. Once. Twice. His frown, ever-present, relaxed into an expression of bewildered amusement.

He stood amidst the plastic cup figurines, the dancing soda cans, the confetti tornadoes, and joy bloomed within him. It was an unexpected feeling, like finding an extra piece of candy at the bottom of the bag.

"Will you look at that?" he said to himself, a mixture of wonder and disbelief in his words.

Sung-min was no stranger to long nights and weird encounters - he did work in an entertainment venue, after all. But this? This was a whole new level of strange. But it didn't scare him. Instead, it filled him with a sense of...what was it? Awe? Inspiration? Maybe both.

He sat down, right there on the concrete floor, amidst the litter-turned-spectacle, and watched. His usual frown gave way to a soft smile, his eyes wide behind his glasses. The plastic cup figures twirled, the confetti rained down, and for the first time in a long time, Sung-min felt something stirring in his heart. Was it hope? Wonderment? The comfort that even in the mundane, there was room for a touch of magic.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, I'll be..." he murmured.

It was all so bizarre and quite the spectacle. If the cleaning crew were present, they might have mistaken it for a mirage induced by their overworked, sleep-deprived minds.

As Sung-min sat there mesmerized, the whimsical figures noticed him too. Their dance slowed, and then halted. For a moment, there was a hush, a peculiar stillness that felt like the calm before the storm. Then, a plastic cup figure, adorned with the most stylish confetti couture, extended a hand towards Sung-min.

He looked at the figure, then at its extended hand, his eyebrows knitting in surprise. "For me?" he asked.

The cup figure nodded, plastic body shimmering in the moonlight. Sung-min hesitated, then decided, what was the harm in a little whimsy? He rose from his spot on the concrete, dusting off his old jeans. With a deep breath, he reached out and took the figure's handle.

The stadium erupted into a crescendo of sound. Every seat seemed to cheer, every piece of discarded debris to applaud. Driven by an unseen force, Sung-min was moving. He swayed, spun, and twirled, following the lead of his plastic partner.

His was awkward at first, a newborn deer taking its first steps. But soon, he got the hang of it. He moved with a rhythm he didn’t know he had as a grin spread across his face. For the first time in his life, Sung-min wasn't just the cleanup crew. He was the star.

He danced and spun, his laughter echoing in the stadium. The other figures joined in, a synchronized dance that radiated pure joy. Sung-min, was at the heart of it all.

Dawn approached, soft sun diffusing across the horizon. Sung-min took a bow, the applause of the plastic crowd ringing in his ears. Exhausted but exhilarated, he took one last look at his new friends, his heart filled with a warmth he hadn’t felt in years. With a final wave, he picked up his bin bag and cleaning stick, ready to resume his task.

But as he looked around, he realized that the stadium was cleaner than it had ever been. The plastic cups, popcorn boxes, all of it had vanished, leaving the seats as pristine as they were before the concert. Sung-min blinked, looked at his empty bin bag, then shrugged.

"Thank you," he said to the empty stadium.

Time went by. Concerts came and went. The K-pop stars shone brightly, faded, and were replaced by the next big thing. But Sung-min remained a constant, stooping guardian of the stadium.

Each night, he'd clear the debris, and then dance joyfully until dawn. Each morning, he'd leave the stadium as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon. Each day, he looked forward to the night, to the magical spectacle that awaited him.

But one evening, as the last of the fans left the stadium, Sung-min found a girl crying on the steps. She was no more than sixteen, clutching a lightstick and a concert poster. Her tears left trails on her face, making the star stickers on her cheeks shimmer.

Sung-min approached her, concern etched on his face. He offered her a tissue, and she took it with a mumbled thank you.

"What's the matter?" he asked softly.

She sniffled, wiping her tears. "I wanted to be a singer," she admitted, her voice a whisper. "But I didn't pass the auditions. They said I wasn't good enough."

Sung-min looked at her, at the crushed dreams and the raw talent in her eyes. He knew that look, the feeling of being unseen, unheard, unappreciated.

Without a word, he held out his hand, a silent invitation. The girl looked at him, puzzled, but then something in his gaze reassured her. She took his hand, and he led her into the stadium.

The moon was high in the sky, bathing the seats in its silvery glow. The air hummed, and the spectacle began. The girl gasped as plastic cup figures twirled and confetti rained down.

With a gentle push, Sung-min urged her to step onto the stage. She hesitated, then walked forward with wide eyes. She looked back at him, unsure, but Sung-min just nodded, a gentle smile on his face.

As she stood there, the stadium came alive, each seat cheering her on. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes. Then, she sang.

Her voice was raw and powerful. It echoed across the stadium, each note resonating with the longing in her heart. The cup figures danced, their movements syncing with her melody. As she sang, her tears dried, replaced by a shine in her eyes that outshone any spotlight.

Sung-min watched from the sidelines, his heart swelling with pride. He realized then, his role in this nocturnal spectacle was more than just a cleaner or a dancer. He was a guardian, a guide, a beacon for those unseen, unheard, unappreciated. He was there to remind them, and himself, that even in the heart of despair, you can find magic.

The girl finished her song, the last note hanging in the air. The stadium was silent for a moment, then erupted into applause. The girl, bathed in the adulation of the stadium, her face glowing with newfound hope.

Sung-min stepped back, his job done. As he picked up his bin bag and cleaning stick, he looked back at the stage and smiled.

[ceevee5]

#be like hulk #hulk comfort bunnies #hulk #the incrediable hulk

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Author's Notes ♡: Hiii , this is number 2 of my four fics I wrote for this collab! This is nice and heated, I love a soft dom Kiri loving his girlfriend ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW!!! (◎_◎;)

Pet Names, female oral, Big Dick Kiri, Soft Dom Kiri, fingering, Light cursing , Kiri is a soft but huge lover

Word count : About 1.6 k!

Paring(s) : Eijiro Kirishima x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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“Woah...baby” Kirishima started as [. ] ran over to him, jumping up to the hulking boy as he laughed , picking up his crimson laced covered girl as she giggled , wrapping her legs around his waist “Welcome home dear, I missed you..” She started as he gave her a soft smile, placing her down as he ran a hand through his thick and long red hair, black roots starting to lightly show as he shook his head, looking her up and down as he started to speak again “ What’s this...my pretty girls all covered in my color..hm and you smell so sweet...such a pretty little doll for me aren’t you..?” He said as he leaned over , kissing her lips softly as her hands carcasses his bare chest, the scard skin rough on her fingertips as the chill to his skin made her shiver, a light giggle coming from Kirishima as she flicked her eyes to his, the big crimson and warm orbs making her feel safe as he pulled her closer, picking her up back to his height as the cuteness she saw start to dissipate, turning into a need as his lids became slanted before he pushed his lips back onto hers , a groan tumbling between them as he slid his tongue in her mouth , carrying her to the bed and crawling on top of her, he pulled away as she looked up to him, both one them starting to breath harder as he sat up , coming out of his low hanging pants, pulling off his quarter shirt as he tousled his hair, losing the hold as it fell flat, long locks resting on his shoulders as he crawled over her to give her another kiss, [. ]’s arms going to comfortably wrap around his wide shoulders as Kirishima sighed, lifting her hips to meet his as he gave her another kiss, pulling away to look at her heaving chest, her [. ] eyes glowing with care. “[. ] I love you princess.. I know I haven’t been home lately, you don’t have to please me love we could watch a movie if you’d..want...to..” His words trailed off as he watched [. ] smile at him and open her legs more, pulling one of her breasts out as she reached down to unsnap the clip keeping her panties together to reveal her lower lips, spreading them for his eyes to linger on.

“Eijiro...I know how stressed you’ve been..I want to please you OH-“ she was shocked to feel a warmth take in her nipple as a rather large finger entered her walls. Looking down she felt heat spread throughout her face when she saw eyes look back , sparkling and attentive as a small moan fell from her lips, the finger in her turning into two as she felt Kirishima groan, popping off of her now sensitive bud as he leaned over to start marking the skin around it, colorful bruises starting to bloom as he felt more slickness start to coat his fingers. “You okay baby?” He asked as he watched [. ] hide her face, a whine falling from his lips as he kissed the hand covering her reactions. “C’mon don’t hide from me princess, you’re so pretty when you’re needy” he whispered as he buried his face in her neck and nipped, forcing her arms to wrap around his neck

“Look at me baby..” Kirishima pouted as she hid her face more in his neck. Growling, his fingers curled, hitting that soft gushy spot in her fluttering walls as she let out a pleased gasp, laying back to make her teary eyes meet his love filled ones “Thats a good girl...you okay princess? Am I hurting you?” He asked as his fingers started to slow, a higher whine falling from [. ]’s lips as she pushed her hips closer “ ‘ts good..really good….i-i” before she could finish he dipped back down, pulling her nipple back to his mouth as his fingers doubled in actions, making sure to pound against her sweet spot as her nails raked through his hair, pleas of ‘more Eiji, give me m-more’ falling from her lips as he watched every movement she made, a thumb coming to roll against her clit. With the sudden touch she moaned, biting her lip as she tightened the grab on his hair, making him growl as he bit down harder, sucking up and off her nipple as he leaned back to her ear with a growl

“Cmon pretty baby...daddy’s got you hm? Why don’t you cum for me, make it nice and wet down there so I’ll fit”. Feeling her walls throb more he slowed his fingers down, taking a hand from his hair , kissed it and wrapped his bigger one around it as he slid between her legs, giving a smirk before lashing his warm lips around her sensitive bit of nerves. With a cry [. ] felt his fingers pick back up the pace he had as he tongue lapped and sucked at her clit. Holding his hand harder she let out a groan, her orgasm hitting her as he moaned himself, sucking the juices that came from her as his actions never stilled, milking as much as he could from her until he heard her tell tale cries of overstimulation. Kissing the middle of her thighs, Kirishima gave her a smile as she panted under him, eyes heavy of lust as she watched him lewdly suck his fingers off making a scene with her release “Fuck sweetheart...you did give me what I want...too bad I want more hm?” He teased as he watched her shrink, her pussy winking at him as the hole fluttered. “Seems like she wants it..look at me doll..” he said through his chuckle as he pulled her from the grasp he had on her hand, causing the smaller girl to come lower. Getting from his knees he towered over her, his bulge straining for release from him now too tight boxers. Watching he saw [. ]’s eyes linger on him he gave her a smirk, rubbing his other hand over the throbbing member. “Like what you see doll..? You wanna get me all riled up and now he’s excited too..geez talk about embarrassing…” he shyly said as she watched his hand stroke himself , a spot of precum leaking out as it soaked the top of his underwear. Reaching to help and being stopped caused [. ] to look up at Kirishima, the red head pulling at the elastic , letting his member flop out as he set his bigger hips between her legs, the tip of his dick pushing into her clit as she moaned , feeling Kirishima rock with her as he groaned, fingers tracing her thighs “think you could fit him princess?” He asked as he smacked his thick head over her lips and opening. Shaking her head yes [. ] tried to pull him closer as Kirishima held still, lining his tip to her hole and took her hands in his, biting his lip as he started to slide in.

Once he felt her start to tense he leaned down and pushed his lips against hers, pulling his hips back as he slowly rocked, each time he did he pushed a little more in as he pulled away from her lips, a whine starting to brew as he shushed her, finally getting himself all the way in and deep “F-fuck youre really tight princess...do I need to loosen you up more?” Kirishima asked as [. ] already had a blissed out face , a orgasm rushing over her just from the sheer size of him “E-eiji-“ she croaked as her hips shook , a face of amazement and glee on his own as he realized why she was tightening even more “Did you just cum form me entering you? Geez you really are my little princess..” he cooed, leaning down to kiss her neck in the afterglow. With a push he started to thrust in her as she was cumming, a screech coming from the still orgasming girl as he chased after her high, pounding into her with little push back “D-daddy please! I’ll cum again if you keep up like thissss” [. ] pleaded as her felt butterflies in her stomach. Hearing a deep growl above her she felt kirishimas hands tighten and his thrust get more sloppy as he started to pump her full, a groan tumbling through his mouth as he looked down at her, the fucked out face and shaking a sign he should give her a break “Damn..this reminds me of our first time..I-I’m sorry I came kinda earlyyou calling me Daddy did something to me-“ cutting him off [. ] kissed her fumbling boyfriend as he tried to explain, a content sigh falling from both parties as they pulled apart “it’s okay love..besides..it feelings like you’re getting a bit excited” She giggled as she felt his member still twitching inside of her, a nervous laugh coming from the boy “Well..I hope you’re ready doll..because I’m nowhere near done with you”

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #bnha #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #+18 collab! #kirishima ejiro x reader