bunnyunderthebed

[bunnyunderthebed]

i looked at the man, who with light came to know my sorrowed heart, and shook my head.

i don't want to be saved, you fool.

i want to be raptured.

just a reminder that art will actually save you

[bunnyunderthebed]

In the most feral way possible, I want to know what his skin tastes like. I want to know which spot is the most sensitive, I want to know what makes his breath catch, I want to watch him bloom like a flower under my fingertips

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running water gave backdrop to sharp heels, a fanfare of droplets to wave back at your dress. with size comes reception, and my ears parsed the adjustment of jewelry on your own. we would be leaving soon, dirty dishes would have to wait.

keys, shuffling from the glass bowl to your hand... held still.

"Why's your bowtie here?"

the clinking of stoneware stopped.

stomp.

i didn't have to see it happen, i knew for a fact your head had snapped to face me.

"Baby boy," said with a tone signaling you had found no amusement in the matter, "You are not to test me today. Come put this on."

stomp.

you sucked your teeth, and your heels carved a path across the foyer. with the force of a hurricane your hand spun my body to face what my little defiance had wrought from you. there was no humor in your eyes, only a jagged weight that bore down and cut my daring into slivers.

"Put. It. On. Now."

what remained of my better judgement screamed at me to obey.

and yet...

stomp.

the wrong choice, answered swiftly with a hand on my throat and a lack of breath, pushing me down into the sink, atoms from the surface of the soapy, refuse-laden water.

"The only reason you're not having a dunk is because I worked on your hair for over an hour and your little tantrum isn't worth ruining it."

i couldn't breathe, i couldn't even choke. i could only look into those eyes as they crushed me, i could only dream of beggary as you stole my last drop of confidence

"You WILL wear this bowtie, you WILL look adorable for all my friends to see, and when we get back, you WILL be in a world of trouble. If the next word out of your carrot-munching mouth isn't 'Yes'm', I'll drag you to that party in a corset and pantyhose. Am I understood?"

between strained gasps for air, i gave in to you, smiling on the inside.

yes... 'm...

[bunnyunderthebed]

PSA: if you talk to anyone like this, you don't belong in kink spaces.

please be aware of fakers and other suspicious people. any genuine kinkster will make an effort to get to know you organically, like a normal person and not like some sex pest.

i do not, under any circumstances, engage with people who do not even bother to look through and engage with my art. this weirdo couldn't even read my bio to figure out how old i am.

unconscionable.

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clicker trained by the sound of a lighter

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some days I'm so needy for attention, I'll do almost anything for some praise😭

[bunnyunderthebed]

it's a burrowing habit, my body's reply to safety.

it's a burrowing habit, my mind's reply to kindness.

it's a burrowing habit, i tell you, my soul's reply to connection.

Whenever im made to feel submissive I really wanna close my eyes and fall asleep idk if that’s weird😭😭😭

Like I immediately become more tired but not in a like stressed or worked too hard way but a pleasant tiredness that seeps into my mind..

Maybe it’s just too much for my dumb brain to process it all😓

I feel this urge to relax and just let it all happen to me😭

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on drives to visit the neighbor farms, i often find myself sulking behind my eyes. countless birds chirp and sing along to the labors of the day, perching themselves on nearby barns and fencing. the farmhands seem to enjoy it, and at times i convince myself i would too.

and yet, when the odd bluebird serenades me on the deck, i realize my mistake. my big ol' ears turn away from fleeting feathers, reminding me of my place and theirs.

to be worthy is to lumber about, laden with intention and burdened with need. restlessness is for the birds; proper hunters walk the woods.

why are you flirting with me? I can sense that you don’t yearn for a love that either ends in tragedy or in transformative joy so, why are you here?

[bunnyunderthebed]

can we normalize sweet, soft sex a little more

[bunnyunderthebed]

hi yeah can i get a uhhhhhhhh sweet boy with a tit sucking kink please

[bunnyunderthebed]

Sit on my lap while I play with your hair

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You're giving me those tired puppy eyes again. What? Your big boy job tired you out? You poor thing, you seem so stressed and pent-up. Come here, lay you head on my lap, let me turn your brain off by playing with your hair and teasing your covered cock. All you need to do is close your eyes and let that frustration out with your melodic whimpers and moans.

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with apologies to the a/v crew, who's work is unfortunately overshadowed by your obsession. an instrument that won't ever give you callouses, played at all hours of the day simply for the joy the music brings to your ears.

i suppose your only complaint is the lack of compatible amps.

"Louder, Bunny, sing louder for me."

woe, your favorite noisemaker is acoustic.

I absolutely adore when subs just let go. When they don't hold back anymore, they start moaning louder, maybe their body shakes, but you get to see all of it. To me, that's such a privilege, and one I will never get sick of earning

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i want a boyfriend in the same way people want a puppy. they’re cute, dumb and entertaining. i like when they’re clingy. wanna be his favorite person and have him always too excited to see me. wanna take care and play with them. definitely wanna put a collar on him, have him whine for me, give him treats, and make him do tricks. so cute.

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I don’t care if I look dumb, i’ll wear the collar, I’ll crawl to you, I’ll whimper while I hump your leg just please touch me. Please.

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my porn is different from your porn because mine is aesthetically pleasing, okay?

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a concerto! like the days lived by better men, who with ears made of richer ivory knew which keys would strike our hearts. few treats were as sweet—fewer still were sights so dear—as the old wolf sat upon that mahogany seat.

it's true, his claws were not as refined. it's true, his maw was not held as high. but from his paws flowed music, a river of memories for you and i! what more could we demand from a creature built of blood and might?

softness, across monochrome missives.

if only he could see how his maw stretched, maybe he could convince himself to smile.