B U N N Y

Never made a about me post so....hi everybody!

about the blogger

B U N N Y

✦ 18

✦ professional eye-roller

✦ powered by caffeine, spite, and poor financial decisions

✦ currently attempting to speedrun adulthood

interests

horror games

true crime

forensic science

psychology

calisthenics

character analysis

writing

worldbuilding

creatures that definitely shouldn't exist but do in my documents

staying up way too late thinking about fictional people

favorite game

🎮 Dead by Daylight

personality

Imagine if someone took a sleep-deprived detective, gave them internet access, and then left them unsupervised.

I communicate primarily through sarcasm, dry humor, and random facts that nobody asked for.

Tumblr experience:

50% posting

25% reblogging things that made me laugh

15% reblogging things that made me question humanity

10% disappearing into the void for three weeks

currently

trying to save money

trying to survive school

trying to survive people

somehow doing both

Warning:

I get attached to fictional characters faster than real people.

"Everything is fine," I say, opening my seventh tab about forensic pathology while a horror game runs in the background.

🐇

(Hey, even a dollar helps me so pretty please: https://ko-fi.com/bunny96882) Also tune into ko-fi for polls, news on new smut, and basic life updates if you're interested!

I was so excited to see valko only to wake up and see hes been cancelled and i dont like that.

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Check your email to make sure it goes through, you dont have to donate money!

It was a weak moment really. You stupidly made a tinder account with such spoiled brat energy it attracted all the low cougars.

And that's how you ended up here. Giggling and twirling in a new yellow sundress in front of a gorgeous older lady that gives a beautiful green chunk for simply doing things such as this.

She laughs, pouring herself some more whiskey. "You look gorgeous darlin. C'mere.", she purrs at you.

You do so, the familiar butterfly feeling in your stomach whenever she looks at you like this.

Like shes hungry.

She breathes in deeply, finding your waist and kissing your neck.

"You look very good." She breathes you in. Her hand travelling down slowly, cupping your warm cunt.

She starts to move. Painfully slow. Dragging your moans out.

She turns you over, your back flushed against her chest as she makes you look at yourself in the mirror.

She sets you between her legs, dragging down your underwear so even you can see your pathetically sopping cunt.

She moves slowly. You close your eyes when suddenly she stops.

"If you want me to keep going, i need you to watch yourself. Watch what I'm doing to you." She coos. So softly. So sweetly as if she was praising love.

You look, slightly blurry vision and see all of it.

The noises, the moans, the way your body responds so fluently to her.

jus modern au

where they get asked to join an impromptu dance at some folk dance at a foreign restaurant

Hello metaorigin 💗. Ugh yes. Did you get the dance memory in general? Unfortunately i lucked out. i genuinely despise the pity system >:(. Also sorry this is late, I'm finally back!

The bar was loud. A bit overwhelming. All you could do was hope the drink in your hands would calm down your nerves.

Sylus was continuing to nurse the drink in his hand, his foot tapping a steady pace of the music.

The crowd cheered and flowed with such vibrance you wanted to dance. However your heart raced a little when you thought of yourself up there. With or without Sylus.

It was unfortunately just a fantasy, until a drunken member slurring the song dance towards you. Her dress flower and her eyes were bright as she grabbed your hand.

"It's rude to sit out, y'know!" She yelled, giggling.

You were so shocked you grabbed Sylus without thinking.

The clapping continued to get louder, the yelling following suit as you too were guided to the floor. You could barely understand the words of the song itself but everyone's eyes were now on you.

The girl, seeing you in a bambi state, guided you. Jumping, cheering, stomping, twirling, everything.

Your body slowly loosened, and the stiff moves turned to an intent, happily following along and eventually given in.

You got so lost in the music, the laughter, the dancing you completely failed to realize that you were stealing the spotlight.

Everyone spurred you on, as you fell in love with the night. Even Sylus watched, hardly stifling the grin fighting his face.

The crowd pushed him towards you when you began to realize you were alone. He joined, taking your hands and grabbing your waist as you two glided across the floor.

You couldn't help but let the night take you, dancing between partners, pronouncing words horribly and smiling so much your cheeks ached.

You even ended up on the table with the lady, yelling back to the crowd and dancing with each other, looking over at Sylus who looked at you as if you hung the stars and the moon.

Eventually the night faded and you and Sylus drifted in a loose embrace. Cheek against his chest, hand on your waist while the chairs are turned and people are finishing up a few drinks.

"we should do this more often." You quipped. Sylus pulled back and looked at you with soft shock before slowly twirling you.

“Careful, kitten — you just let the cat out of the bag.”, he grinned, bringing you back.

(If you're comfortable with it ofc!)

Hello anon 💗. Yes ofc! Sorry this is late, I had my graduation ceremony the day you asked and was totally drained the following days.

Panty stealing?

It couldn't have been him. He was your best friend. He would never!

However, they started disappearing around the time he comes over.

Not a lot, but the cute pieces, you know? The ones you really like.

They always turn up after a few days so you dont really put much thought into it.

I mean, its not like he's plucking them from your dirty laundry while your taking a shower.

He's definitely not stuffing them in his pocket and quietly closing the door when he hears the shower turn off.

And he's totally not in bed moaning your name raw while fucking your underwear, spoiling it, wishing it was inside your cunt instead.

An Eater

tw: stalking, voyeurism.

You're such an animal. Look at you.

Belly up, legs spread, bright eyes. Like a puppy happy to mate.

Was it for them? Was this an act, a gift, for them?

Their mouth getting dry, their ears ringing, breathing a little harsher.

The more they watched, the more their body reacted until they were practically dizzy, flushed.

They love it, when you two are together, even if you pretend not to notice them.

Oh you knew, and they knew you knew. How else can you explain the look on your face?

Thumb slick in your mouth, smirk playful and eyes lingering over where they stand.

An Eater.

If you're gonna act like such an animal, then you should be treated as one.

Face shoved in the pillow, your moans turning into pathetic whimpers. A hand teasing the skin above your womb.

Any finger near your mouth you licked. Every kiss was a nip. Mating press to watch that pretty face show pleasure. Sweat and sex filling the room. Every noise bounced off the wall and every grunt.

Pleasure that they provide. Pleasure that they can take away. Pleasure that they control.

Hike your legs up a little higher so they can sink a little deeper. Brushing the cervix to see your jolt.

Licking the sweat off your face, seeing your pretty face stare at them lidded and fixed like they were a drug, fucked them up.

Was that a whimper and a shudder they just showed?

It wasn't animalistic rough. It was a predator teasin its prey.

This is yours. Enjoy it. Relish in it.

Like.....another star anon?

👉👈

IM KNAWING AT THE BARS OF NY ENCLOSURE PLEASE.

Hello anon ⭐. STOP the way i love this concept. Plus its Jotaro, I find him deliriously attractive.

"If you weren't such a damn brat..." Jotaro drawls, sinking deeper.

"I wouldn't have to fix your mouth." He mutters, tangling his hands in your hair.

He pulls you back a bit, his cock resting on your cheek as he takes a long look at your face. You get ready to say something slick.

"Mm" he mumbles, before taking you back on.

He pushes your head back and forth, guiding it and slowly becoming harsher and quicker.

Drool coming down your chin that he swipes up. "Such a pretty girl, hm?". 

He moans, feeling your throat constricts around him. Your mouth being a perfect fit.

He places his hand on top of your head, keeping you still as he begins thrusting. You gag a little as you look up at him. His abdomen contracting as his brows furrow and he lets out a long moan.

He gets sloppier, and a little quicker before he stills.

His breath hitches as he spills in your throat, taking it out the last few so it catches on your face, decorating your cheeks and nose.

"Oh, look at you." He tutts.

Kishibe couldn't help but grunt. You looked so cute, pressing your cheek against his inner thigh, hips swaying in the air as you practically eye fucked him.

But the mean old man just tutted, taking a long swing from his flask. Obviously and painfully ignoring the throbbing tent in his pants.

You've been a good girl. You deserve some type of award don't ya?

Frustrated, you crawled up and kissed the clothed member, earning you a stifle groan from him. You giggled as you watched his eyes lowly staring at you as you undo his belt, next his zipper and playfully slap the waistband of his boxers.

You looked up for permission. He leaned back. Good enough for you. You palmed it softly. It twitching and leaking. Kishibe placed a firm hand on top of your head.

"You've been a good girl, go ahead bunny."

Nsfw or not, either is fine, but also no pressure, stuff is stressful af with finals and graduations and all that

Hi anon 💗. I apologize deeply for this being late. Graduation and illness combined do fog up the brain.

"You cheated!" You said, fighting off the giggles. Speed gave you an exasperated look. "I cheated?" he cooed.

"Yes! This is your third time winning at this poker game!", you pouted.

He clicked his teeth. "Rules are rules", he says, flicking the waistband of your underwear.

"or i can take them off for you?" He offered. The heat of his skin lit up yours in return.

He tugs. You swallow. "Can I?" He ask.

You nod.

He slips them down your thigh. The cool air makes you shiver in return. He runs his hand over your thigh, warming you a bit but also inching closer. Going further.

Your breath hitches with his hand when he stops right there. You instinctively try to close your legs, a little vulnerable.

He spreads your thighs apart more. Slowly tilts your body back, making you lay down.

"C'mon," he mutters, "I wanna make you feel good." he breathes.

He looks at you in awe. Like a painter would his muse. You're wet, glistening in the little light the room provides.

He kisses your thigh. Nips at the inner. Licks a stripe across. You whimper. He smiles. Lands a soft kiss.

He enjoys this. He enjoys you. Finding the angles, the rhythm, the beat. Using his fingers, giving a little curl. Asking you to respond, give him a result. Tell him you like it.

Holding your hand, rubbing your lower belly. Calling you his "pretty little thing".

He's not eating you out of lust.