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summary: you miss your boyfriend during your best friend’s birthday night out so you drunk call him

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

genre: established relationship!au, boyfriend!matt, fluff, suggestive content but no smut

warnings: alcohol consumption (both parties are able to consent), reader is a huge baby when drunk, gross amount of pet names, eye fucking, praise, begging for sex

word count: 2.7k

“matt,” your drunken giggles echo through the weak signal of your boyfriend’s phone. he rubs his bleary eyes roughly, glancing at the alarm clock on his nightstand - 4am, way too early - before scrubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw.

“yeah, baby?” he asks in that raspy morning voice of his that always make your heart flip. it’s harder to hide the huge crush you have on your own boyfriend when you’re this wasted. he finds himself smiling at how happy you sound right now.

it’s friday night… or well, saturday morning. you’d been gone all day for your best friend’s birthday party, leaving him at home because it’s strictly girls only. not that he was trying to go either. he’s happy to let you have your fun whilst he catches up on some much needed sleep; you have a tendency to keep the brunette up all night.

you giggle sweetly. “hi, boyfriend,” you say, words all slurred that it’s almost cartoonish. matt knows you can’t handle your liquor. you are the exact definition of a lightweight.

“i miss you,” you suddenly pout, realising the absolute love of your life isn’t with you and probably snuggled up with your cat in your shared bedroom despite his allergies. his little sniffle confirms your suspicion. you hear the soft rustling of sheets as he shifts, probably propped up on an elbow to answer your drunk call. your heart aches.

matt knows you well enough to know that tone, his voice dropping to a soft coo that he knows comforts you, a gentle teasing laced with pure affection. “hey, hey... come home to me, baby. i'll pick you up, bun— just tell me where you are." there’s more rustling as he swings his legs out of bed, already moving. "you're not spending the night missing me when i'm ten minutes away."

“but i’m drunk,” you whine pitifully, leaning your head against the cool brick of the club alleyway. “and my heels hurt, matty. i want cuddles from my handsome boyfriend.” you imagine him rolling those beautiful eyes at you.

he’s already pulling on a hoodie, the sound of a zipper and keys jingling filling your ear. “yeah yeah, bunny. i know. can you text the address t’me please?” he asks, that commanding tone of his making your thighs clench. did you mention your boyfriend gets you insatiably horny when you’re drunk… and when you’re sober too. i mean, have you seen him?

after attempting to text him the name of a club, which ended up looking like a poorly strung together ransom note rather than an address, he pieces together that you’re probably at the one ten minutes from your best friend’s house.

it’s not even ten minutes later when he pulls up onto the street beside the bustling club, immediately spotting your stumbling figure against the brick wall, heels abandoned on the ground beside you. “fucking hell, baby,” he grumbles to himself, searching for your friends who are nowhere to be seen. "for fuck's sake."

he’s out of the car before you can fully fumble the phone, catching you before your knees buckle. his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his warm hoodie.

it takes you a moment for you to register what’s happening before your face fully falls in a frown. “hey! hands off, mister!” you yelp loud enough to attract the attention of a few fellow clubbers and the intimidating bouncer. “i have a boyfriend and he’ll kill you if you touch me!” your drunken threat would’ve made him smile with his usual adoration if he weren’t so worried about the bouncer approaching him.

“she’s my girlfriend,” he assures him and the glaring bouncer glances to you for confirmation. you blink slowly, your big, dilated doe eyes widening when you realise the man with his arms around you is indeed matt.

“matty!” you squeal, jumping unceremoniously into his waiting arms. the bouncer backs off with a knowing eye roll - he's seen this too much to care. “oh! you’re here! i missed you so so much!” oh, how he loves you.

matt never thought he’d find himself falling in love with someone like you. all sunshine and rainbows compared to him. he rolls his blue eyes as he rubs your back sweetly, lifting you up with ease to take you home.

one of his tattooed arms hooks securely under your thighs while the other braces your back, hauling you up against his chest as if you weigh absolutely nothing. your heart stutters. “yeah, yeah. ‘m here, silly girl. i got you." he presses a mindless kiss to your temple, muffling his low chuckle against your soft, dishevelled hair. “i missed you too. have fun with your girls?”

you nod, lifting your head from his neck in realisation. “oh yeah! i forgot to say bye! will you text them for me?” you ask, blinking slowly because you’re that far gone.

he laughs, the vibration rumbling against your chest as he walks you toward his truck, one hand keeping a firm grip on your hip. you find yourself marvelling at his handsome face. god took his time with this one, didn’t he? he’s amused when he catches your hungry stare, knowing all about your one-track mind whenever you have a drop of alcohol in your system.

"yeah, baby, i will." he tosses your discarded heels into the truck bed before lifting you easily into the passenger seat, pausing to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"alright, gorgeous," he murmurs, gentle hands reaching over to buckle your seatbelt for you because your fingers are currently too useless to manage the task. and you’re very occupied with staring. “arms in for me.” once you're secured, he leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. you beam: happiest girl alive. “you just sit there and look cute, yeah? i'll text your friends."

he shuts the door gently, rounding the hood to slide into the driver's seat, immediately shooting a quick text to your group chat to let them know you're safe and sound with him. the engine hums to life, the heater blasting warm air instantly to combat your alcohol-induced chill. his large hand finds your thigh immediately, rubbing your soft skin before squeezing gently. you pout, all you want right now is the opposite of gentle.

he catches your look, brow raised lazily. “you comfy, bunny? what’s wrong?"

what’s wrong? nothing really… your best friend's birthday was epic, but now all you want is to be thoroughly ruined by your sex-on-legs boyfriend who's currently acting way too sweet for your liking. your bottom lip juts out, pupils blown wide as you lean into his touch unconsciously. the heater's warmth, the rumbling engine, his hand on your thigh—it's all making you needy.

he notices, of course, the shift in your expression, the way your tongue darts out to wet your lips, pupils swallowing almost all the color in your gorgeous eyes. a slow, knowing smirk curls at the corner of his mouth—this is his favourite version of you. drunk, clingy, and absolutely desperate.

"you want something from me?"

“no!” you squeak shyly because as much as you love your boyfriend you don’t have the balls to admit you want to be roughed up in the backseat of his stupid truck. you don’t even have to ask - he knows by the way you’re shamelessly eye fucking his crotch. he’s wearing those grey sweatpants after all.

his smug smirk widens into a full-blown crooked grin, shaking his head slightly to hide his amusement. he knows damn well what you're thinking— his grey sweatpants leave little to the imagination, especially when his girlfriend is drunk and horny. his voice drops lower, teasing. “liar.”

you shiver involuntarily when he tweaks your chin. goddamn him and his stupidly stupid face.

he watches you struggle internally, that pretty mouth opening and closing like a fish, those dilated eyes darting everywhere but his lap. he shifts in the seat, deliberately spreading his legs wider, making that grey fabric do him zero favors. his hand slides higher on your thigh, thumb brushing the inner seam where you can barely contain yourself. “you sure you don't want anything? hmm, sweet girl?”

you shake your head quickly, eyes wide as you turn your head away from his arrogant form and staring out the window. he laughs lowly, tossing a water bottle into your lap. it lands with a soft thud against your thighs, cold condensation already forming. he's being so disgustingly considerate right now— hydrating you, getting you home safe, probably gonna tuck you in and cuddle your cat. it’s infuriating. you want him to be feral. you want him to flip you over right here in the driveway and ruin that club makeup.

matt abruptly puts the car in park, the engine cutting off to leave sudden silence in the cab. you blink, realising you’re home. but before you can even fumble with the door handle, he's already out of the driver's seat and rounding the front of the truck. he pulls your door open, unbuckling you with that gentle efficiency that makes your heart flutter and your core throb simultaneously.

“come here, baby.”

you’re more than happy to oblige. you stumble out of the truck, grabbing at his arm for balance with your knees feeling like jelly. whether it’s from the alcohol or him, you’re not entirely sure. he catches you effortlessly, one hand wrapping around your waist as he guides you toward the front door. you're practically dead weight against his chest, your cheek pressed to his shoulder.

"easy, easy," he coos, guiding you up to your bedroom. you try not to smile at how cute the sight is: the sheets are only messed up on your side of the bed, meaning he was sleeping on your side because he missed you as much as he did. the scene makes your drunken heart swell.

matt guides you inside, kicking the door shut behind you before effortlessly scooping you up, bridal style. you yelp in protest, head spinning as he tosses you lightly on the mattress.

“let’s get these clothes off, sweetheart,” he says, unzipping the silk dress that adorns your pretty figure. he didn’t have to tell you twice.

the soft silk slides down your body effortlessly, pooling onto the floor until you're left in nothing but your matching lace underwear— a set you wore specifically hoping a certain someone would appreciate it. thank you, sober y/n. you’re drunk, needy, and currently glaring at your boyfriend because he’s treating this like a sleepy bedtime routine instead of a sex scenario, which you're beginning to think it is...

but how can you hate him when he taps your nose so gently with a fond smile? "there we go. good girl." the praise falls from his lips easily ad you try hard not to come right there and then.

matt pulls back the covers, slipping you underneath like a precious thing. you’re used to him taking charge in the bedroom, being dominant and rough. but right now, he's just being sweet—checking your temperature, making sure you're hydrated, putting you to bed like a fucking angel. and you’re at your limit.

your eyes lock onto his, pupils blown so wide they've swallowed the iris entirely. your bottom lip trembles, and suddenly you're crawling across the sheets toward him like a needy little thing, grabbing fistfuls of his grey sweatpants before he can escape.

"baby," your voice comes out a whine, desperate and raw with lust, “stop being so nice to me."

he freezes, one hand reaching for the blanket, but your grip on his sweatpants tightens. his jaw tightens— he knows exactly what you mean. you don't want gentle. you don't want cuddles and pet names and forehead kisses. you want him to flip you over, ruin that makeup, and fuck the alcohol right out of your system.

and fuck, do you deserve it for looking at him like that while still wearing his favorite set. he catches the strap of your lace bra between two fingers, playing with it teasingly. you squirm, pressing your body against his. "someone’s impatient tonight,” he chuckles, voice dropping with a teasing warmth and underlying my hunger. "been waiting all night f’me, bunny? missing me?"

he lets out a slow, controlled breath through his nose, his hands pausing on your bare shoulders. you nearly cry when you notice his internal battle: the desire to give you exactly what that needy little body is begging for, versus the responsible boyfriend who knows you're three sheets to the wind and probably won't remember this clearly tomorrow.

"baby, you're drunk,” he sighs, being responsible despite his cock being embarrassing hard in his sweatpants.

“no i’m not!” you squeak, lying quickly when the contrary is obvious. he laughs at your desperation. “okay! i might be a little tipsy… but i know i want you, right now. please??”

"a little tipsy?" he repeats with a scoff, voice low and teasing as he gently pushes you back against the pillows. "you can't even stand up without holding onto me, sweetheart. you're absolutely trashed." his hand slides down, fingers tracing the edge of your lace panties— soaking wet, as expected. he groans quietly, already hard without even being touched.

he lets his fingers hover at the edge of your lace, teasing you with the almost-touch before retreating. his dark gaze flickers over your body— the flushed skin, the dilated pupils, the desperate whine hanging in the air. and then he shakes his head. “not tonight, love. you’re gone.”

“i’m not that drunk!” you insist and he grabs your face between both of his large hands, forcing your eyes on his.

“look at me.” you’re practically vibrating with need, your hips lifting off the mattress chasing friction that isn't there. “you are drunk. you’re needy, your motor skills are gone, and you literally couldn't walk in a straight line five minutes ago."

“that’s not true! i’ve sobered up!” you push, the lie falling from your lips in pure desperation.

he raises a brow, fighting back a smirk because you are blatantly lying—your words are still slightly slurred, your coordination is shot, and you're currently pouting like a toddler denied candy.

"god, baby, you kissed my chin instead of my mouth twenty seconds ago." his thumbs stroke your cheeks gently. "i am not fucking you when you're this wasted."

he pinches your lips together, flashing you his perfect grin. it’s hard to stay mad at a face like that. he stills your hips with his strong grip when you try to hump him like a rabbit. he’s more amused than turned on.

“stop it, idiot. i love you but you’ll regret it in the morning.”

damn him for being such a gentleman.

matt, attentive as always, sees the shift in your eyes— the hurt that flashes through the drunken haze— and his heart actually fucking aches. he leans down, pressing a soft, apologetic kiss to your forehead. “‘m not rejecting you, love. i’m protecting you. there’s a difference." his hands are gentle as he pushes the hair from your flushed face. “trust me, i want to fuck you too.”

“then why not?” you whine and he laughs, shaking his head.

"because you're drunk." he reminds you yet again, gentle but firm.

and then, matt leans in, his voice dropping to a heated whisper. “besides… when i fuck you, i want you to remember that shit in the morning. i want you to look at me, feeling that ache between those pretty thighs, and know exactly what i fucking did to you.” he brushes the soft pad of his thumb over your lips. “now go to sleep.”

you sigh, finally giving in when he brushes his nose against yours. his duality makes you dizzy.

“will you at least fuck me in the morning?” you pout against his neck as he winds his big arms around you.

matt smiles, “yes, ma'am. i'll fuck you rotten in the morning." he gently pushes you back down onto the mattress. “now, drink some water and go to sleep."

“i love you,” you grin at him and he rolls his eyes, watching you fall asleep in his arms before he does too. he’s in for a long morning.

𑣲⋆ notes: this started out as smut but it got too cute and ugh whatever #needdat

summary: your favourite mechanic looks way too sexy when he's working on his car, so you make him work on you instead

pairing: detective!taehyung x trouble!reader (taehyung x reader)

genre: established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, fast&furious!au, street racer!au, pwp, smut

warnings: dirty talk, exhibitionism, fingering, dom!tae, biting, overstimulation, forced orgasm, praising, dacryphilia, oral (m. receiving), deepthroating, hair pulling, ball fondling, penetrative sex (p in v), unprotected sex, riding, nipple play, breast fondling, nipple slapping, cream pie

word count: 1.8k

your brother's garage is thick with the smell of motor oil and smoke as you huff, seated on a stack of old tires. bored, your eyes flicker over to namjoon who is currently under the hood of his newest fixer-upper, completely absorbed in his project as he shouts orders to jimin and jungkook across the bay.

you can't even try to pretend. you'd been tasked with organising a stupidly large box of old tools, but in reality your hungry gaze steers back to him. you chew on your plush bottom lip as you watch taehyung work: hands rough and stained with grease, hair charmingly mussed from running his hands through the dark locks. nobody knows about your relationship yet, so you're forced to keep eye fucking to a low.

the silver blue paint of his skyline gleams under fluorescent lights as he peers under the hood. taehyung adjusts the throttle linkage, forearms flexing as he twists a wrench. you're practically salivating. the mechanic catches your eye instantly, onyx eyes sharp because he knows what that look of yours means.

he smirks, wiping grease onto his thigh with little regard for staining his worn out jeans. taehyung holds your unwavering gaze before deliberately adjusting his erection, the motion subtle but blatant enough to make your thighs press together. you're embarrassingly wet for just watching him work.

when the boys aren't looking, he shifts, his hip brushing intentionally against yours and sending a jolt down your spine. "you're so fucking obvious," he murmurs, voice so low that only you can hear him over the clanking of tools. "gonna get us in trouble." his big hands grip onto the workbench, knuckles white with restraint.

"tae," you whine softly, moving closer but your bodies are both hidden by his nissan. "i want you."

the brunette's jaw clenches audibly at your whisper. he leans down, like he's grabbing something from his toolbox — but instead, he nudges your foot with his boot, spreading your legs slightly under the cover of the car.

his hand slides up your inner thigh, fingers slipping under the hem of your little denim shorts. "you want me to make you cum right here with your brother three feet away? is that what you're asking for, trouble?"

the audacity of his question makes your breath catch. he pushes your shorts aside, two fingers finding your soaked panties. "fucking soaking through these already," he grumbles in disbelief.

he silences your little whimpers with his fingers, pushing two thick digits inside your wet heat. his free hand covers your parted lips as he starts fingering you in harsh, quick movements. his face is inches from yours, dark eyes intense and dangerous as he watches you squirm against his car. "shh, baby."

he curls his fingers hard, dragging them aggressively against that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. your knees immediately threaten to buckle. "quiet," he grunts firmly, gripping your pussy with brutal precision.

he adds a third finger, stretching you roughly as he pounds into you. his thumb presses down on your clit, rubbing in tight circles that have stars bursting behind your eyelids. you're biting his palm to keep from screaming as he fucks you silently against the car.

"that's it," he breathes against your ear, his fingers stilling inside you, the sudden pressure of his palm grinding down on your oversensitive clit making your whole body jerk. "cum on my hand right now or i stop."

your orgasm hits like a freight train with silent, violent waves shaking your thighs as you muffle a sob against his palm.

he smothers your moans and half-hearted protests with his hand, eyes blazing as he feels your cunt clamp down hard, drenching his fingers with your release. he doesn't let up, forcing you through the intense, overstimulating peak. "take it," he growls, fingers pumping mercilessly.

you squeak, shaking your head quickly. "can't take it!" you yelp, your voice muffled by his big hand but still audible to him.

"you can, baby. you don't get a choice," he murmurs, thumb pressing harder on your swollen clit while his fingers keep working, scraping that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. your legs are shaking violently, your pussy clenching and spasming around his relentless touch, but he doesn't slow. "you're gonna cum again f'me like a good girl."

your thighs tremble violently, tears streaming down your cheeks as your pussy literally can't take another hit. he feels your overstimulated body practically seizing around his fingers — clamped, spasming, absolutely refusing to let go.

"breathe," he commands soothingly, completely contradicting his actions as his thumb presses down mercilessly. "keep quiet for me. my good girl."

"look at you, baby, crying those pretty tears," he coos, watching you struggle to stay quiet. he presses harder on your clit, twisting his fingers deep inside. "crying silent tears while your cunt keeps cumming on my fingers. so fucking beautiful."

taehyung watches you struggle to catch your breath, chest heaving, eyes wet, thighs trembling. before you can fully recover, you're already sliding willingly to your knees on the cold concrete, tugging at his belt buckle. he freezes, looking down at you with a glare.

"behave yourself," he warns softly, gripping your soft hair instantly. your brother and the boys are literally mere feet away, arguing about paint jobs. you undo his zipper, pulling his thick cock free. it's heavy, leaking, and absolutely massive. you wrap your mouth around the head immediately, sucking him down with desperate enthusiasm.

"fuck—" taehyung hisses through gritted teeth, glancing over at namjoon who hasn't noticed. he tugs your hair hard, forcing more of himself down your throat. "your brother is literally here, and you can't keep your mouth off me." his hips snap forward once — deep in your throat — before he holds you still, letting you gag on him.

he fists his hand in your hair, watching his cock disappear into your slick throat, your eyes watering comically around him. the humiliation of swallowing his length while your brother laughs at some joke about suspension makes your empty pussy clench pathetically, aching to be filled. "such a desperate little thing," he croons, voice barely above a whisper.

you gently roll his heavy sac in your palm while your throat swallows around his cockhead, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop a groan from escaping. taehyung nearly buckles, his knees locking instantly to keep upright. his grip in your hair becomes bruising, holding you paralysed on his thick meat. you're smugly amused, spurred on by his reaction to your touch.

he suddenly pulls you off his cock and you gasp for air, eyes flickering up to him in surprise and confusion. he hadn't even come.

"not here." his breathing is harsh as he tugs your shorts back in place. "bathroom. now."

your brother is still talking to jimin and jungkook about his project, completely oblivious. you stumble toward the back bathroom, thighs still weak from the overstimulation, your pussy still twitching and leaking from the forced orgasm. and yet you ache to be filled.

"put that desperate little cunt on my dick," he growls, already seated and leaning back on the closed toilet lid. you don't think, merely obeying his every command. climbing into his lap facing him. eager to get his throbbing cock inside of you. he grips your hips, lifting you up with ease as you line his length up. "sit down on it, baby. fuck yourself on my cock."

you sink down, his thick mushroom head stretching your already sensitive entrance. a choked moan escapes you before you can stop it and taehyung clamps his hand over your mouth, his own breath ragged as you sink down to the hilt. "keep quiet, or i'm shoving my cock down your throat again," he warns, but his hips are already grinding up into you.

"bounce." he gives your hip a sharp, commanding squeeze. you start riding him, your knees digging into the tiles on either side of his thighs. his cock fills you perfectly, dragging against that oversensitive spot that makes your vision blur. taehyung watches your pretty tits bounce and swing under your flimsy tank top, his jaw tight with restraint. "take that dick, pretty girl."

the brunette's fingers hook under the neckline of your tank top, yanking it down roughly. your heavy, bouncing tits spill out, nipples tight and peaked from the cool garage air and pure adrenaline. his eyes are glued to them, hand reaching up to pinch one hard, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger as you ride his cock deeper. "look at them bounce, baby. so pretty," he coos.

you bounce desperately on his cock, your tits slapping against your chest rhythmically. his free hand immediately grabs your bouncing breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh roughly. "such a good fucking girl," he whispers, slapping your nipple hard. "ride my fucking dick. keep your pretty mouth shut." the knowledge of your brother and friends merely ten feet away and completely oblivious has your sex gushing.

your nipples perk even harder under his rough handling, responding to his pinching fingers. every bounce pushes his cock deeper, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "mmm," taehyung groans, watching your tits jiggle wildly like a pornographic scene. he pinches your other nipple, rolling it hard.

you know he's close when his hips thrust wildly to match your cute little bounces, chasing the pleasure your sopping cunt is giving him. his hips buck violently upward, burying himself balls-deep inside you as he hits his peak with a guttural, stifled groan. you feel his cock throb and pulse, painting your insides with thick, hot ropes of cum. he buries his face in your neck to silence his noises, fingers gripping your tits bruisingly hard as he rides out his orgasm.

you clamp your thighs around him, trembling violently as he floods your sensitive pussy with hot, thick cum. you barely register your brother shouting something about engine parts in the garage, completely oblivious to the fact that you're currently stuffed full of taehyung's load. he pants heavily against your throat, smoothing a hand over your sensitive breasts. "easy, pretty girl," he taps your thigh. "did so good f'me"

taehyung smirks against your neck, feeling you preen at his praise. he knows exactly how much you love being called his good girl, especially in situations like this. he gently lifts you off his half-hard cock, letting his cum leak out of you and down your thighs.

he immediately pulls your panties back up, trapping his leaking load inside your sensitive pussy. then he fixes your tank top, stuffing your tits back into the fabric. "good girl," he whispers, tapping your nose. "behave yourself now, okay?"

your brother shouts your name from the garage, asking for a socket wrench. taehyung smacks your ass lightly, "go." and you giggle as you scamper off back to your brother with nothing but satisfaction.

𑣲⋆ notes: unedited! these 2 are overly freaked out but i love them!! comment if you’d like to see more! comment anywhere / dm me to be added to my taglist 🩷🩷

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summary: maybe some crashes are inevitable. when hotshot detective kim taehyung goes undercover to dismantle seoul’s most notorious street-racing crew, falling for the gang leader’s little sister is the one mistake he cannot afford to make. as the truth creeps closer and every lie threatens to unravel, they’re both forced to decide what they’re willing to lose for the people they love.

pairing: detective!taehyung x trouble!reader

genre: fast&furious!au, street racer!au, undercover cop x criminal reader, s2l, smut, fluff, angst

rating: 18+

status: coming soon!!

[warnings @ the start of every chapter]

↠ chapter one: the fast and the furious [tbc]

𑣲⋆notes: yayayyaya genuinely can’t wait to write this - my first ever full length fic :) writing this for fun but any support, comments and interactions are very appreciated!!

best paired with vampire!matt or stalker!taehyung

bunny!reader who has always been told she’s too gentle for a world that mistakes kindness for weakness. maybe that’s why she keeps offering pieces of herself to people who have never learned how to hold them with care. she volunteers at animal shelters, smiles at every stranger, and is known for being a sweetheart. somehow, even after everything, she still chooses softness. she still believes there’s goodness buried beneath the sharpest edges.

bunny!reader who has a habit of finding beauty in ordinary things. wildflowers growing through cracked sidewalks. rainy afternoons spent by the window. the warmth of a cup of tea between cold hands. she is a total hoarder and keeps everything she loves in her bedroom, her own personal sanctuary. she refuses to let the world convince her that love is something to be ashamed of.

bunny!reader who startles easily but never stops being curious. she asks too many questions, wanders a little too far, and always believes there’s more to people than what they choose to show the world. danger has never frightened her as much as loneliness has. she has an uncanny habit of making frightened things feel safe, both animals and humans… and other beings. she is entirely incapable of causing harm.

bunny!reader who can never quite shake the feeling that she’s being watched. it follows her like a shadow, settling between her shoulder blades whenever she walks home alone or lingers too long in the grocery store. she’s spent years convincing herself it’s only an overactive imagination. after all, prey animals are wired to expect predators, even when there aren’t any.

🪽 bloodlust!au [coming soon]

🪽 obsession!au [coming soon]