The apartment is wrapped in that late-night stillness that only settles in after midnight. Somewhere in the distance, rain taps softly against the window, and the muted glow from the bedside lamp paints everything in soft gold. His thumb drags lightly across your shoulder before his voice finally breaks the silence, low and rough with exhaustion.

“Wanna hear a joke?”

You already know he’s going to tell it no matter what answer you give. That alone makes the corner of your mouth twitch.

You let out a sleepy hum, somewhere between a groan and permission.

Simon shifts slightly beneath you, like he’s preparing to deliver the greatest punchline of the century.

“Why did the scarecrow get promoted?”

A soft sigh escapes you as you bury your face further into his chest, already bracing for impact. “Why?”

“Because he was outstanding in his field.”

The terrible joke is followed by his own quiet snicker, you can feel the vibration of it beneath your cheek.

bunny hybrid!boyfriend x human!gn!Reader Good to know: dry humping, pathetic bf Your bunny hybrid boyfriend, who gets horny when scared, is already rutting against you when you wake up.

It’s the middle of the night, and the storm outside is loud and mean. Rain slams against the window, its steady downpour echoes through the dark, and a flash of lightning paints the room white just for a heartbeat when your eyes blink open.

"Babe?"

Your boyfriend is pressed up tight to your back. You can feel his whole body trembling as he spoons you from behind. His cock grinds slowly against your ass. He moves in slow, desperate little thrusts like he can’t help himself.

You blink again. "Babe?"

He whimpers but doesn’t stop. "I- I’m sorry," he whispers. "I tried. I really tried to stay still- fuck- I couldn’t-" A thunder cracks through the sky like a whip, shaking the house and making him choke on his words. "I just- please-" He pushes harder against you, hips jerking in frantic motions. "Just let me. Just for a second. I can’t- just for a bit- please-"

And how could you say no to your sweet, terrified little bunny?

You press your ass back into him. Just a little. Just enough to make him gasp. Just enough to knock the breath out of him as his hips start to push against you harder and faster. There is no rhythm in it. No thought. His cock leaks through the fabric of both your clothes with every pathetic thrust.

"You needy little thing," you tease him, low and amused. You know he is close. You can feel it from the way his hips stutter mid-grind before picking up again, even more frantic than before. "Humping me like a fucking toy. That it?"

He lets out a pitiful sound, a half-sob, half-yes. "Y-yeah," he stammers. "Fuck, yes-" His breath comes in broken little pants, one after another, fanning over the back of your neck. He jerks wildly as he spills over and over, like he doesn’t know how to stop. You can feel the warmth of it seeping through your pajama pants.

For a second, you think he is done.

Or: The one where they misunderstand what the positive test is for.

Includes: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent and John Constantine

Warnings: Reader is implied to be able to get pregnant, however I'm all for them being dumb enough to think they've managed even if it's not possible so you decide lol <3 Beside that, no real warnings, mostly fluffy and humorous.

Morph's thoughts: Hii everyone, this is my first dc comics fic AND first text!au fic ever :) I'm still trying to find everyone's "texting voices" and doing a bit of a trial and error with the formating of the screen shots, so if you have any feedback it's more than welcome!!

In which the men are obsessed with your ass and the different ways they express it

Satoru smashes his face in between your cheeks at random times of the day. Around the corridor, when no one’s looking, he’ll shove you against the wall, kneel, and mumble, 'I'm home.' When questioned, he explains he likes everything about it – how warm you are there, how soft, and most importantly, how much you hate it. If he takes a long and loud inhale, it’s usually just to piss you off. Over time, however, it’s grown to be one of the very few things that calms him down. His stupid family can be overbearing, but if you’re there and arching your ass out for him, then all is well. 

Suguru gropes your ass in front of other people, always just out of sight, always with a pleasant smile and a nod, indicating he’s giving them his full attention. But little do they know, his fingers are digging deep into your flesh, even through jeans, staking his claim. He likes to remind you he’s always thinking about you, he likes the secrecy, the silent ‘fuck you’ to the ass-kissers he runs into, no pun intended. Maybe, just maybe, he also likes the way you get all breathy, all nervous, and skittish, half wanting to tell him off and half leaning into his touch. 

Choso bites. Something about your ass, with the recoil, the ripples, the tiger stripe-like marks, makes his mouth water. He can’t help but eye them from behind or when you’re innocently walking up the stairs. Even at night, half-asleep, he often wakes up with drool pooling on your bare flesh, teeth marks visible on your poor skin. Of course, he apologises, but he never stops. Definitely don’t ask him about the locked album on his phone. It totally doesn’t contain hundreds and hundreds of upskirt pictures. 

Toji slaps and smacks with no care in the world. He does it in the middle of the street, in front of his friends, as a hello, as a goodbye, as a ‘calm down,’ and even as an apology. There’s no shame or decorum in his actions. Especially not when other bastards let their eyes wander too long. He’ll slap your ass whilst staring them down. Might give it a peck too, if it was particularly hard. And he won’t ever admit this, but he also likes to lay a good one on you, just so he has a reason to rub apologetic circles on the warm skin. 

Kento pats your ass as a calming gesture. It helps you sleep. He might tap your ass to let you know he’s behind and needs to get by, or to show you he’s listening to your rants. Though it started as a means to soothe you, eventually, it grows to be a habit, a tic, a reflex. Often, he blinks and realises his hand had a mind of its own and had wandered over to a cheek without his knowing. You never seem to mind, thankfully. Actually, you seem to like it, especially when it means you have a reason to do it back to him, but harder and in more embarrassing situations.

Sukuna punishes with spanks that he makes you count. You think you can just run around his estate, doing as you please? Although he’s given you more liberties and privileges than anyone else has ever had, you should still know your place. No one talks back to him. No one mocks him. No one defies him. They’re lessons you learn, and you learn well, when he has you bent over his lap, ass bare and marked up for everyone to see. It helps that it teaches his repulsive cockroach-like servants that, if he can make you squeal and cry and not bat an eye, he won’t hesitate to smite them where they stand.

warning -- ! i feel freaky rn and so you're getting smutty leon blurb that just came in my head for like five seconds and it kinda sounds like headcannons but whatever I JUST NEED TO WRITE THIS.

sex with Leon was quite literally like a porn movie. you always end up in humiliating positions, used like a sex toy, and completely ruined.

Leon is a man of it all, he has done everything and is surprisingly skilled with it. he knows just what spots to hit, how to keep his pace and when to speed it up, he knows how to spoil.

and boy does he know how to be an eater.

if it was a sport, he'd have three gold medals. that tongue explores every part of you, making sure to leave every sensitive inch coated in saliva and giving you little kisses that make your body have a euphoric shock every time he does it.

even after you cum inside of his mouth, he still goes down on you and doesn't come up or take a breath at all. no breaks, no pausing, he wants to please you until you pass out. also, he's a cheeky bastard that likes to see you struggle against him.

he knows he's much stronger than you and can hold you down easily. thats why he loves doing it.

and feeling your nails drag along his arms as a pathetic attempt to get him off was exhilarating to him. his heart beat a little faster every time you gripped his hair and pulled him down closer.

during sex he's very vocal. he will groan, whimper, whine and huff and puff the entire time, and he absolutely talks you through it.

"This is all yours," he'd mumble while he gave you no time to adjust to his size.

"You can take it, breathe with me."

"So tight for me," "Like that?" "So good for me," "How's that baby?"

and especially after arguments he loves to fuck missionary just so he can see your expression falter and that anger slip away while he pounds you. "Not so mad anymore, huh?"

"M'sorry baby, I won't do it again,"

"Did we learn our lesson?"

"How are you now?"

he is such a fucking tease and he knows it. he will purposely only put the tip in just to watch you writhe in place, waiting for the whole thing. it always catches you off guard.

and he lives for eye contact, especially when you're struggling to keep your eyes open and on him while you leave marks all over his back.

And the hotel find out Alastor is on a leash but he likes it and then they find out he gave it willingly to his wife. Que them being shocked that he's even married

Oooooh anon I am shaking you rapidly /pos

Warnings: possibly ooc— haven’t written Alastor in a very long time, reader is gender neutral but the word wife is used once so if you want to click off, no worries! Reader is incredibly morally grey— they were aware of the murders but didn’t say anything, are an overlord, etc… also cannibalism. It’s vague if the reader knowingly or willingly ate human flesh, but there’s a few lines in there so be warned. No appearance is described, nor is the readers domain/powers as an overlord explained :P

Wordcount: 825

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Summary: Short, little, fluffy, but kinda angst-filled scenarios where you comfort them after a nightmare.

Contents/Possible Warnings: Fluff, lots of fluff, angst, Mentions of death, insecurities, allusions to smut, no actual smut

Adam

You woke to the sound of rustling sheets, Adam moving next to you in bed. You drowsily blinked open your eyes, turning them to the clock on the nightstand, the time being just after midnight; way too early for him to be awake, no matter how much of a morning person he was. He sat up, back facing you, as he went to leave the bed, only for you to grab onto him tiredly.

"Adam," you spoke sleepily, trying to pull him back down with you, eager to get back to sleep. "Where are you going...?" Then, you stopped, your eyes widening as he turned to look down at you, the last remnants of tears he must've tried to wipe away in his golden eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" You asked gently, now wide awake.

He shook his head, pulling away from you. "I'm fine, babe. Go back to sleep." He deflected, avoiding your gaze. "Just a bad dream, my favorite guitar broke, usual nightmare shit." He stood up, heading over to the balcony, peering out into Heaven's night sky. Something was bothering him, and you severely doubted it was just about a guitar. He never avoided you like this before, his usual overconfident self prone to attracting attention instead of dodging it.

"Adam..." You murmured, following him outside, placing yourself under one of his large, soft wings for warmth, him wrapping it around you out of habit. "Tell me what really happened, honey." You gave him a sympathetic smile. "You can tell me about whatever's bothering you. I promise I'll be here, even if I was a massive bitch in your dream or something," you joked, earning a small laugh from him.

He stayed silent for a long moment, staring out into the cityscape before speaking, voice soft. "You wouldn't leave me for anyone else, right?" He hesitantly questioned, turning his head to you. "It's just..." He paused, biting his lip, unsure if he should say what he wanted to. "You're the first person I've been with in a really long time who wasn't only sex to me, and I—" He hesitated again, wiping tears out of his eyes. "I love you, y'know? I don't wanna lose you like I did to someone else before." He took a deep breath, wing pulling you closer. "Tell me you won't leave."

You frowned, your hurt aching in your chest as you looked at him. He's never been so vulnerable before, and while you're happy he's comfortable, it hurts like no pain you could've ever imagined to see him like this. "I won't leave, I promise." You reassured him, gently kissing him, something he happily returned.

"I'm not Lilith, and I'm most certainly not Eve," you began, wrapping your arms around him. "I wouldn't leave even if you told me to, Adam. You're stuck with me forever, so get used to it."

He laughed again, kissing you with a satisfied hum. "Maybe that's something I wanna get used to. I mean, who else would I give all these kisses to, hmm?" He picked you up, and you let out a surprised yelp that turned into laughter as he carried you to the bed.

"Hey, why don't I help tire you out, babe? I did wake you up and all, didn't I?" He smirked, leaning over you with half-lidded eyes.

Looks like you wouldn't be getting much sleep.

Lucifer

Lucifer shot awake, heart pounding in his chest as he looked around the room, eyes looking frantically around before settling on you next to him, sleeping soundly. He calmed down at the sight of you, taking a deep breath as his nightmare replayed in his head. Everyone had left him. Charlie left him. You left him. He had no one again. He was alone.

"Fuck," He whispered out, voice shaky as the fear consumed his mind. He reached out, trembling hand coming to slowly brush a stray lock of hair out of your face, admiring how peaceful you looked. He'd do anything if it meant you'd stay with him, no matter who or what it took to keep you happy. He couldn't lose the love of his life again, not after Lilith.

"Lucifer...?" You mumbled, eyes adjusting in the dark as you began to wake up. "What's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?" You sat up, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes. You moved closer, hugging his shaky body as he rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He clung to you tightly, trying to calm his breathing as you rubbed a hand on his back, helping to soothe him.

"Was it the dream about Lilith again...?" You questioned gently, approaching the subject with caution so as to not upset him even further, knowing just how much even the mention of her hurt him.

"No," he croaked out, hugging you tighter. "It was a new one. Charlie left, a-and—" He sobbed, wiping away his tears before speaking again. "You left, too. Everyone left. I was alone again." He buried his head deep into your shoulder, sticking to you as he cried, body shaking with sobs as he let it out.

"Shh..." You hushed softly, "I'm here, everything's okay, you'd know I'd never leave you, my love." You pressed small kisses to his hair, rocking him gently as he grew calmer, eventually taking his face off your shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he apologized in embarrassment, blushing as he looked away. "I didn't mean to wake you up, and now your shirt's all wet..."

You shook your head, holding his face in your hands. "Don't be, Lucifer. I love you, and that means you can come to me whenever you need to, even if it's the middle of the night." Then an idea crossed your mind, and you grinned. "Hey, how about we get a midnight snack to cheer you up? We can make hot chocolate!"

His eyes lit up. "Let's put marshmallows in it!"

Abel

One moment, you were having an amazing dream. and then the next you're awake, eyes closed, but feeling like something was watching you. "Wha—" You mumbled, opening your eyes, jumping at the sight of Abel staring down at you.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry—" He frantically apologized, moving away and back to his side of the bed. "I just had a nightmare and I was worried you might've been dead, even though I knew you weren't, but I was really nervous about it and—" He cut himself off to breathe in, out of breath from his hurried explanation.

"Abel, honey, slow down," you encouraged, sitting up as your sleepiness went away. "You had a nightmare? And I'm guessing I died in it?" You recounted his words as best as you could despite how fast they were. He nodded slowly, moving closer before snuggling up to you. "Talk to me about it, Abel," you smiled, running your fingers through his blond hair.

"I guess I've been nervous about becoming head of the exorcists lately," he explained softly, laying his head on your chest. "In my dream, a bunch of sinners had managed to get their way into heaven, and I—" He frowned, sadness in his eyes. "I couldn't do anything to help you, t-they killed you in front of me." Tears welled up in his eyes, and you brushed them away with your thumb, Abel leaning into your touch as you held his cheek in your hand. "I'm not weak, am I? I-I can protect you, right?" He stuttered out, looking into your eyes for a desperate answer.

You nodded with a gentle smile. "You're not weak, Abel. If any demon really were able to get up here, I'm sure I'd be the first person you'd save. Besides, you're too amazing to let any of them up here in the first place."

He blushed at your words, grinning cutely. "You're right, I can be pretty amazing." He leaned in, kissing you. "I'm sorry for waking you up." He murmured, cuddling you closer.

You yawned, resting your head back onto your pillow. "You can make it up to me by making me breakfast in the morning." You joked with a smile, closing your eyes as you relaxed, drifting off to sleep along with Abel.

Lute

You jolted awake at the cry of your name, eyes hurriedly gazing at the dark room, only to find nothing. Lute tossed and turned next to you, sobbing in her sleep, her hands balled into fists as she talked in her sleep. You gasped, reaching out to shake her awake, her eyes shooting open, widening when she saw you.

"You're alive?" She exclaimed, grabbing onto you, searching you for any kind of injury. "But you— I saw you get stabbed!" She cried, clinging to you with desperation. "There was so much blood, and I failed and—" Her hands clung to your shirt, burying her face in your chest as she sobbed.

You pulled her closer, hugging her tight as your thoughts raced. She's never cried like this in front of you before; she's always been so on guard up until now. "Lute, shh..." You attempted to soothe, wiping her tears away. "Hey, it was just a nightmare. I'm all okay, you didn't fail anything."

Lute looked up at you, breathing heavily. "You're never going down there, never. I'll never let you be an exorcist like me; it's too dangerous for you." She grabbed your face, her eyes burning with intensity as she looked into yours. "Promise me you'll never go down there. I need to know you'll be safe up here in Heaven." She demanded, tears threatening to well from her eyes.

You nodded quickly. "I promise, Lute. I won't get hurt, I'll always be here with you."

She took a shaky breath, leaning in to kiss you. "I'd kill every last one of them if they ever touched you," she growled against your lips. "You complete me." She kissed you again, pouring all of her love into it, like it'd be the last time she ever saw you again. "I'll keep you safe, I promise." She murmured against you, pulling you back down into the soft pillows of the bed. "Go back to sleep, I'll watch over you."

"Lute, you don't—" You stopped, watching as her eyes narrowed sternly. "Don't forget to sleep, too, okay?" You pleaded to her, a frown on your face.

John Price had a secretary. He would counter he didn't really need some civillian to help him with papers, his sargents would joke they were only there as a distraction for the captain, his lieutenant ignored them. You were just a temporary fix for the piles of paperwork that have been piling up on John Price's desk.

But Price slowly warmed up to you; it was different with you, you weren't a trained soldier like his boys, you respected him, but not in the way his boys did — you didn't hesitate to go against him, and he couldn't get in your head to change your mind. It drew him in, it interested him. You were more than a pretty face, you were smart, dedicated, diligent.

And the worst, you were good. Good in a way the war broke out of him and his boys. You went out of your way to make sure he had always a cup of coffee and some snacks every hour of the day. You listened to Johnny when he walked in your and Price's shared office, you gave careful and detailed feedback to Kyle about his reports, you helped Simon make sure his pain med prescription was aways updated.

Maybe it was the hours discussing paperwork, or the times you'd pipe in during some debrief, the late nights where you'd talk so softly to him, that you'd cup his cheek and convince him in quiet whispers to go to bed, that the work would wait. And god he just couldn't with you, couldn't with the way you were standing between his legs where he satin front of his office desk. His head fell forward to your stomach, hands on yout hips as he grumbled.

"Only if y' come wi' me, swee'eart"

Maybe it was just the time spent working together whenever he wasn't on the field, but whatever it was, John Price was wrapped around your finger. Never had before the captain let anyone — not even his boys — so easily pull him from his work. Shoulders relaxing and a smile pulling at his lips when you'd frown at him, hands on his shoulders as he shamelessly pulled you down on his lap and nuzzled his face on your neck.

John Price had a secretary, and now, he was starting to plan out how fast can he weight your left ring finger and have that smart mouth and soft hands for himself definitely.