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WHY ISN'T THERE MORE FANFICS OF KURAPIKA LIKE HELLO???
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Imagine how fun it would be to mess around with your PR Bunny Hybrid Bf who’s obsessed with you and that you maybe sort of have a crush on too.
Imagine your management teams are really trying to up your visibility in your respective industries and after a while of tossing around ideas the most drama-free conclusion was to have you and PR Bunny Hybrid Bf act like you were totally in love with each other.
It was perfect too. He was an up and coming model, known for his duality between his soft angelic looks and sunshine demeanor, and his intimidating dark siren attitude. And at his first big runway show you had somehow caught his attention. Those big brown puppy dog eyes pierced into your own as he walked up, only glancing away when he had to, then as he walked back his gaze automatically fell on you.
The media had a field day with it. The way you were staring at each other plastered all over social media and theories on your relationship were spreading faster than a plague. Relationship rumors were flying around faster than you could catch them.
So when your management teams get into contact over the issue and make the decision to bring you two together, all it really took was a confirmation statement and a strategically timed paparazzi photo to have everyone believing it was real.
The first time you met him you couldn’t even begin to control the emotions whirling around inside of you. A permanent blush on your cheeks as you smile so sweetly for him. His face immediately lights up in the most dazzling smile you’ve ever seen, it steals the very breath from your lungs.
“Ready to act hopelessly in love with me?” He asks, the hint of a smirk in his smile, and you’re putty in his hands.
All you can manage is a nod and you’re not even sure if you did it or if it was in your head. A deep rumbling chuckle vibrates from his throat as if he knows what he’s doing and relishes in every little reaction you give him.
His hand slides into yours as you walk out onto the street and it just feels so weirdly right. It must for him too given the way his cute fluffy bunny tail rapidly wags, silently marking his territory.
Warmth spreads from your head to your toes. Hesitantly you melt into his side and when he leans back into you, your heart soars. A new heat quickly overcomes you, that unspoken lust and tension that’s been simmering since the runway burns brighter at his touch.
For hours you walk with Bunny Model, talking about anything and everything. Being with him was as easy as breathing. When you were speaking he listened, really listened, and he always had some witty goofy response that never failed to make you laugh. The conversation never lulled, his own ability to flow through subjects was endless.
You almost forgot the paparazzi was around and the whole reason you were out together was for them to see you. Almost.
Especially when Bunny Model steps in front of you, laughing again for the countless time that afternoon. You go to ask what he’s doing when you feel his fingers brush your hair back behind your ear.
“Leaf fell in your hair,” he rasps, making your heart dance with delight and lean in closer, aching for more of his gentle touch.
Your eyes fall shut, heat rushing to your cheeks. And that’s when you hear it. The subtle shutter of a camera. It’s like reality slapping you in the face, reminding you what the situation is. You snap back to attention and start walking again without him. He calls after you but you don’t slow your pace.
“What’s wrong, did I do something?” He asks, sounding so genuinely worried that you ache and throb for him. Wanting nothing more than to jump his bones.
Of course you can’t admit that so you just say nothing. That’s not good enough for him you guess as a few minutes later he’s grabbing your hand and dragging you into the nearest alley. You cry out, barely trying to resist as he weaves through the alleyways till he’s lost the paparazzi’s tail. Only then does he whirl you around and pin you against the stone wall.
“Wanna tell me what just happened back there?” He asks darkly, leaving a respectful distance between you that you wish he’d get rid of.
“I-it’s not a big deal. This whole thing is just… hard,” you say, still not meeting his eye.
He sighs heavily like he’s scolding you for not being fully honest with him. Then he softly presses his body against yours, his lips hovering just over your ear. It sends full body chills down your spine but instinctively you arch into him.
“Tell me what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours,” he all but purrs deeply in your ear.
The weight of the arousal blazing between you both steals your breath and makes it impossible for you to hold back. Any sudden movements and you’re not sure if could control yourself any longer. Slowly your misty eyes flicker up and you whimper as you see that same desire reflected back at you.
“You can tell me. We’re in this together, you know. You and me.”
Then he’s leaning in and claiming your lips in a tentative kiss, soft and unsure. But the moment yours part, returning the kiss, he’s opening his mouth too and kissing you even deeper. A soft moan leaves you as his arms wind around your plush waist. Everywhere he touches makes you shiver with arousal, your chubby pussy gushing with slick.
Each drag of his mouth is like a drug. You can feel yourself becoming addicted as you sloppily make out in the back of some dark alley. But it’s private, intimate, and there could be nothing better than that.
And truly, you don’t think it can get better than this. That is until his hand starts making its way down your body, lingering along the seam of your pants. You nod into the kiss and he growls, diving into your panties and spreading your sopping folds with his long fingers.
You break the kiss with a needy whine, throwing your head back at the pleasure that explodes through you. But he’s right there, chasing after your lips. His other hand threads into your hair, wrapping around the locks, and pulling sharply. All your noises are silenced by his mouth and he drinks them up greedily. Kissing you harder and faster with each smack of your mouths.
He runs his digits along your slit, your essence dripping down his hand and coating his arm in your desire. He’s barely done anything yet and you’re already such a mess for him. But how can you not when he’s playing your body like a damn instrument, fingers gliding through your folds like he’s content to spend hours learning your body before they roll over your puffy clit and rub you in tight little circles.
Your eyes roll back, your kisses turning messy as your mind glazes over with pleasure. He smirks into the kiss, knowing exactly what he’s doing. No matter how innocent he acts you can still ear the excited thumping of his feet. And when he finally pushes two fingers past your entrance and into your tight cunt, his tongue joins and dives into your mouth.
The dual stimulation has you spinning, adorable mewls and whimpers pouring straight down his throat and he’s greedy for more. He finger fucks you hard and fast, somehow curling his fingers at just the right moment to sending you bucking up against him. Mouth and fingers move in perfect sync as his tongue swirls around yours, tasting everything you have to offer.
“You taste sweet. I knew you’d be sweet,” he rasps in that deep breathless voice that has your pussy fluttering around him.
Before you can respond he’s kissing you again, taking your tongue in his mouth and sucking on it just as his thumb finds your clit again. Dots flash across your vision as you scream, body growing tense as the pressure builds and builds within you. You can’t help yourself from rocking into his fingers, practically bouncing on them as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.
“Take it. Take what you from me. Cum. Now— please—“ he begs urgently, almost like a demand. Desperate for you to use him however you see fit.
As if your body is fully under his control it listens to his pleas and the moment he says you can cum you’re already convulsing against him, your cunt gushing with your release as you clamp down and milk everything you can out of his fingers. He groans as you throb around him, sucking him in deeper with every thrust, and he can only imagine what it will be like to finally be inside you. The thought nearly has him spilling in his pants.
He works you through each wave of euphoria till you’re sagging back against the wall, staring up at him through those beautiful half-lidded eyes of yours. Slipping his fingers out of you he maintains eye contact, gaze darkening, as he pops them straight into his mouth. Your breath stutters, pussy already pulsing for more as you watch his tongue devour every last drop of your essence off his hand.
“Now… tell me what you were thinking before,” he whispers as he pulls out his fingers with an audible pop.
“I, uh, got caught up in what was real and what wasn’t,” you explain, barely able to even speak after your mindblowing orgasm.
Something dark passes over his face before a grin splits his face like the cat that just got the cream. He rolls his tongue against his cheek like he’s trying to bite back his words, to stop himself from snapping and taking you all over again.
“And was what we just did real enough for you?” He asks, the slight twitch of his brow and his floppy bunny ears far more sexy than it should be right now.
Because you almost want him to take you again, to show you just how real this thing could be. One look at him and you know he wouldn’t mind proving just that to you over and over again.
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when i'm on my periods and search up just "period comfort" in the search bar without any specific chatacter or fandom, just bunch of drabbles and fics and memes shows up from manyyy different fandoms, makes me feel like living in a community house and seeing other people on their periods and their people helping them through 😭😭 man i love tumblr
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I’m so ugly.
I could barely look in the mirror without tearing up. Frizzy hair. Eye bags. Pimples. Dry skin. Crooked teeth.
“I’m so ugly,” I whimpered. I hadn’t even noticed he was there, standing beside me.
“Ugly?” he mumbled. He looked…hurt.
“I’m hideous, look at this!” I whined, pointing at the blotchy spot on my face.
He sighed softly, placing his hand on my cheek and gazing down into my eyes.
“Sweetheart, I made you just the way I wanted you. In my image. You are so beautiful. I love you…but I don’t want to hear you say that ever again.”
I hadn’t thought about it like that. It was strange, seeing him upset. Hurt, even. But, he was right. He was always right. Calling myself ugly to my Father was like…telling an artist that their painting is ugly.
“I didn’t…I…I didn’t realize. Father I’m sorry” I mumbled, looking away. But he just smiled and wrapped his arms around me like he always did.
“It’s okay sweet girl. But look-“ he grinned, gently gripping my cheeks and facing me back towards the mirror.
And I looked the same. But so much different.
“Heh..” I couldn’t help but laugh a little as I stared back at the girl in the mirror.
“I guess I am kinda pretty”
