Rise of the guardians fanfiction jack sensitive


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  • She has been trying to be strong and protect Prim and I ever since our father passed away in a car crash or more specifically, a truck crash. I was so close to my dad, he was one of the best things in my life. I still remember how he would pick me up from school every day, greeting me with a smile which would bring all the ladies to our barn.

    I sighed and turned to her. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. He was amazing, Dad was, but sometimes you just have to be strong. I believe that right now, he wants us to be proud. Prim smiled, which made me feel proud. She tried to defend herself by tickling me back, but her feeble attempts could not beat me. I did not stop. Minutes later, she started crying. Just… try to stop when I say so next time. She could make animals and people like her instantly with her kindness and warm smile.

    The next day, I nervously lined up with my Amity friends in the school cafeteria. Today was the day I would take an aptitude test to determine which faction I would pick at the Choosing Ceremony. Gale, my best friend, spotted me and motioned for me to come over and sit with him. Of course, I happily obliged, striding over to him and his friends.

    I placed my tray down and sat next to him, greeting everyone with a smile. After that, we would all continue in our bright Amity chatter;the girls would play hand games and the boys, including me, would discuss our wild farm adventures. Silence please. Thank you. She cleared her throat to silence a few Candor boys still whisper-arguing. You could be in any faction. For example, you could join Candor…" she gestured toward the whoop of the Candor boys. The Dauntless lady then brought out a clipboard and started reading out loud the names on it.

    I think this is where you fit in most. Or… is there something more? I stood up as Gale gave me a quick hand squeeze, and made my way over to the rooms they held the aptitude tests in. The woman inside was a tan woman with black hair streaked with a hint of gray, also wearing Dauntless black.

    Like the Dauntless woman yelling names outside, she wore a black business suit, making her look tall and lean. She smiled, her eyes crinkled, as she gestured towards the chair in the middle of the room. My name is Tori, and I will be taking your aptitude test. I noted how confident she was, as if she had done this many times.

    When she turned around, I could see the tattoo of a black and white hawk with red eyes on her neck. Not very Amity of you. I had an Abnegation girl last year, she was just as interested in my hawk tattoo as you.

    We apologize in advance for ruining an already bad movie, and to an extension, the holiday of Easter. The great stone warriors that guarded the mystical place were dutifully at their posts, ever vigilant for the slightest sign of trouble. Their presence was unnecessary that night, however. The only trouble afoot was the harmless antics of a mischievous young spirit intent on pestering a certain cotton-tailed guardian.

    He snored softly, his whiskers and ears twitching slightly as he dreamed. Death by icepick? Who knows at this point? Very, very soon. The Easter Bunny sniffed in his sleep, his body giving a little shudder, paws twitching to rub the cold away. Snickering, Jack formed a frigid snowball in one hand, placing himself well away from the nest before winding up and letting it fly.

    The ball hit Bunny smack in the middle of the face. The Pooka jolted awake with a loud snort, looking around in a panic. Is it some kind of Australian sexual innuendo? Shame on you. Bunny glared at him, melting snow dripping off of his face.

    His whiskers trembled irritably and his ears were flat against his head. Without warning, he leapt across the room with a mighty battle cry, tackling Jack and rolling into a wall. Wot the fok did ye just say 2 me m8? A roomble thatll make ur nan sore jus hearin about it. Bunny released Jack with a good-natured shove and began brushing himself off, sitting on his haunches and giving a good shake.

    Dust flew off him in clouds. Cracking an eye open, he saw Jack still there, wandering around the small room, looking at the shelves on the wall. The Pooka flattened his ears again. Bunny rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath, but steadfastly ignored it, hoping Jack would just get bored again and leave.

    Suddenly, a strange weight fell and disturbed his nest. Bunny jerked up in surprise and turned to glare at the intrusion. Jack was stretched comfortably on the other side of the small nest, with a blanket over himself and his hands behind his head. Jack gave him an exaggerated pout, furrowing his brow. Heaving a fed up sigh of defeat, Aster turned his back on the boy, squeezing as far away as he could. Soaring above the Warden, Sandy came to find out what had woken Bunny out of the nice little dream he had concocted.

    He knew that his companion had been working extra hard recently to prepare for Easter, so he had conjured up a dream filled with fresh timothy hay, eggs that painted themselves, and hordes of adorable baby chickens. He had worked hard on that dream and was particularly proud of it. It is described as being a shapeshifter, however it is normally either a horse, goat, or rabbit. Well there you go , it is sometimes a rabbit, so that of course makes it the Easter Bunny.

    He tapped his foot irritably and considered kicking Jack in the butt for waking Bunny up and, more importantly, ruining the dream. He had lifted his leg and wound up his kick when a brilliantly devious thought struck him.

    Jack stirred uncomfortably in his sleep, a soft, barely audible groan escaping his pale lips. Something hard pressed against his stomach, and the Pooka shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position. His eyes snapped open and he stared down into the bleary blue orbs of the person next to him. It took about three seconds for Bunny to assess what was wrong with situation. He was about to leap away, shoving Jack out of his nest, when he realized that if he did that…they would both have to face the awkwardness of what was happening.

    Lets just stay in the same bed pressed up against each other continuing to get harder. Jack seemed out of it. Maybe it was best to just go back to sleep and try to ignore that pleasant pressure against his groin. He shook his head quickly, settling back down and making a concentrated effort to force his thoughts elsewhere. Baby chickens. He stifled a pleased growl in his throat. His breathing quickened even as he struggled to keep it even.

    Big dogs barking. Rotten food. They were just words. He stared up at Bunny with drowsy confusion. His eyes widened as his mind registered the six-foot rabbit that was pressed against him, whiskers tickling his cold skin.

    His breathing was still quick, escaping his nose in short, feverish bursts. If anything it was getting hard to control himself. He blushed an even deeper red. Staring up into the harsh, green eyes, he found that he was quickly losing the urge to run away and hide in a snow drift for a few hundred years. A gasp of air burst from the Pooka as he was yanked into the embrace.

    Hips grinded against each other with sudden desperation. A growl of pleasure rumbled through Aster like thunder. You felt it necessary for Jack to try and nip his nose? The boy trembled at the soft, downy fur and warm pads as they caressed his cool flesh, biting back a moan. Jack gasped, his hips reflexively bucking upward, his head thrown back as he dragged air in and out of his lungs desperately. His body shuddered as the merciless paws were dragged up and down his skin, lingering tantalizingly against the sensitive skin on his lower abdomen.

    Another shuddering moan left his lips, cold fingers digging into warm fur. That is the least subtle thing Jack could do in this situation. He chuckled at the light noises his partner made at the warm breath caressing his skin. He was so sensitive, it seemed like practically everything Bunny did set him off. He yanked Bunny closer by a handful of chest-fur. This is the part where we always come in and tell you, as usual. If you want to stop now, I strongly recommend it.

    If you want to gouge your eyes out, the lawyers suggest we not recommend that. Fuck the lawyers. Do it. A ragged cry left Jack, his back arching. Bunny rolled the firm member experimentally in his paw. Not quite the raging heat he felt in his own, but it was definitely pleasant. He dipped his head down and give the sensitive tip a flick of his tongue. His only answer was a long, loud moan. Aster bobbed his head slowly up and down, as much to tease and torture as to avoid an unfortunate tooth-related injury.

    He followed weakly, his body shining with sweat and shaking slightly. Jack looked up at him uncertainly. Yes, now let me ruin your asshole with my hairy rabbit dick. He pressed his cold lips against the tip, causing Bunnymund to hiss and moan lightly. The Pooka began to shake and sweat, and his hips bucked up a bit. Jack made an irritated noise in the back of his throat, and Bunny growled at the vibration that went through his cock.

    His reward for cursing was another irritated noise as Jack bobbed his head more quickly. He must need a good blowjob now and then. Jack licked his lips, staring up at Bunny more seductively than he probably realized. The boy writhed and bit his lips.

    Jack leaned his head back and took a deep breath as Bunny pushed in. A strangled moan his lips as he felt his partner enter him slowly. Bunny gritted his teeth together and groaned as he gave a tender rock of his hips.

    Jack whimpered and gripped the soft grass underneath him with white knuckles, tossing his head back. Jack threw his own arms around Bunny and dug his nails into his shoulders, burying his face into the soft fur. Bunny slowed his thrusts, but Jack pulled him closer. Now Jack Frost is a masochist. The other Guardian growled and arched against him, driving his member more forcefully into Jack. Jack met it valiantly, rolling his hips into the thrusts, screaming in ecstasy each time his partner hit home, pounding against the bundle of nerves inside him, sending waves of pleasure through him.

    She could make animals and people like her instantly with her kindness and warm smile. The next day, I nervously lined up with my Amity friends in the school cafeteria. Today was the day I would take an aptitude test to determine which faction I would pick at the Choosing Ceremony. Gale, my best friend, spotted me and motioned for me to come over and sit with him.

    Of course, I happily obliged, striding over to him and his friends. I placed my tray down and sat next to him, greeting everyone with a smile. After that, we would all continue in our bright Amity chatter;the girls would play hand games and the boys, including me, would discuss our wild farm adventures.

    Silence please. Thank you. She cleared her throat to silence a few Candor boys still whisper-arguing. You could be in any faction. For example, you could join Candor…" she gestured toward the whoop of the Candor boys.

    The Dauntless lady then brought out a clipboard and started reading out loud the names on it. I think this is where you fit in most. Or… is there something more? I stood up as Gale gave me a quick hand squeeze, and made my way over to the rooms they held the aptitude tests in. The woman inside was a tan woman with black hair streaked with a hint of gray, also wearing Dauntless black. Like the Dauntless woman yelling names outside, she wore a black business suit, making her look tall and lean.

    He shook his head quickly, settling back down and making a concentrated effort to force his thoughts elsewhere. Baby chickens. He stifled a pleased growl in his throat. His breathing quickened even as he struggled to keep it even.

    Big dogs barking. Rotten food. They were just words. He stared up at Bunny with drowsy confusion. His eyes widened as his mind registered the six-foot rabbit that was pressed against him, whiskers tickling his cold skin. His breathing was still quick, escaping his nose in short, feverish bursts. If anything it was getting hard to control himself. He blushed an even deeper red. Staring up into the harsh, green eyes, he found that he was quickly losing the urge to run away and hide in a snow drift for a few hundred years.

    A gasp of air burst from the Pooka as he was yanked into the embrace. Hips grinded against each other with sudden desperation. A growl of pleasure rumbled through Aster like thunder. You felt it necessary for Jack to try and nip his nose? The boy trembled at the soft, downy fur and warm pads as they caressed his cool flesh, biting back a moan. Jack gasped, his hips reflexively bucking upward, his head thrown back as he dragged air in and out of his lungs desperately.

    His body shuddered as the merciless paws were dragged up and down his skin, lingering tantalizingly against the sensitive skin on his lower abdomen. Another shuddering moan left his lips, cold fingers digging into warm fur. That is the least subtle thing Jack could do in this situation.

    He chuckled at the light noises his partner made at the warm breath caressing his skin. He was so sensitive, it seemed like practically everything Bunny did set him off.

    He yanked Bunny closer by a handful of chest-fur. This is the part where we always come in and tell you, as usual. If you want to stop now, I strongly recommend it. If you want to gouge your eyes out, the lawyers suggest we not recommend that.

    Fuck the lawyers. Do it. A ragged cry left Jack, his back arching. Bunny rolled the firm member experimentally in his paw. Not quite the raging heat he felt in his own, but it was definitely pleasant.

    He dipped his head down and give the sensitive tip a flick of his tongue. His only answer was a long, loud moan. Aster bobbed his head slowly up and down, as much to tease and torture as to avoid an unfortunate tooth-related injury.

    He followed weakly, his body shining with sweat and shaking slightly.

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    Jack looked up at him uncertainly. Yes, now let me ruin your asshole with my hairy rabbit dick. He pressed his cold lips against the tip, causing Bunnymund to hiss and moan lightly. The Pooka began to shake and sweat, and his hips bucked up a bit. Jack made an irritated noise in the back of his throat, and Bunny growled at the vibration that went through his cock.

    His reward for cursing was another irritated noise as Jack bobbed his head more quickly. He must need a good blowjob now and then. Jack licked his lips, staring up at Bunny more seductively than he probably realized. The boy writhed and bit his lips. Jack leaned his head back and took a deep breath as Bunny pushed in. A strangled moan his lips as he felt his partner enter him slowly. Bunny gritted his teeth together and groaned as he gave a tender rock of his hips.

    Jack whimpered and gripped the soft grass underneath him with white knuckles, tossing his head back. Jack threw his own arms around Bunny and dug his nails into his shoulders, burying his face into the soft fur.

    Bunny slowed his thrusts, but Jack pulled him closer. Now Jack Frost is a masochist. The other Guardian growled and arched against him, driving his member more forcefully into Jack. Jack met it valiantly, rolling his hips into the thrusts, screaming in ecstasy each time his partner hit home, pounding against the bundle of nerves inside him, sending waves of pleasure through him.


    Rise of the guardians fanfiction jack sensitive