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bunnie - 26 - 18+ - sideblog- minors DNI

[bunnie-online]

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ sweet as candy୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

all above photos are from Pinterest, my pfp is mine.

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ bunnie, 26, she/they, autistic, more about me

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ smut writer who occasionally makes tooth rotting fluff

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ retired masterlist || new masterlist

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ request guidelines

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ wips

3 schlatt asks

sleepless nights || Jax

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ requests: closed!

[bunnie-online]

rick and morty fans- is this a safe space to say Jerry’s voice ifs kinda hot???

[bunnie-online]

oh my god- Rick catching you touching yourself to a voicemail he sent you- HNNG.

warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY. || controversially young!Reader (20s) x Rick C137 (70s) || slight degradation || masturbation || not proofread.

Rick had been trying to call you all day, but you had more to do than just abide by his wishes. you worked a typical job outside of being his assistant part-time- more like an intern because he certainly isn’t paying you.

the first time he called he was courteous enough to leave a voicemail. “Hey kid. First of all, don’t make it a habit of not answering my calls. Second, I gotta go to the Gloppy Drop system later. Those motherfuckers have the best ice cream and I’m stealing the recipe. Call me back by 5 or I’m not giving you a choice.”

his voice rang in your ears. ‘I’m not giving you a choice.’ Rick was notorious for taking what he wanted and holy shit- did you wanna see if he’d keep his word. let’s admit it, Rick is hot for an old man and you’re going through a dry spell. so the thought of someone like Rick (or maybe just Ric himself) was enough to make your head spin.

“I’m not giving you a choice.” - “I wasn’t asking, I was telling.” - “Stop whining.” - “Quit moving.” - “Shut up and take it.”

4:40.

your subconscious spiraled. you imagined any and every demanding phrase you could in his voice as you rushed to unlock your apartment door. you nearly tumbled into your bedroom while trying to shuffle your pants down your legs.

4:45.

15 minutes to get this done and call him back.

“You’re so lucky you’re pretty.” - “You don’t have a say here.” - “Did I tell you to move?” - “Shut the fuck up.” - “Take it.” - “This is all you’re good for.”

fuck. you were gone, absolutely lost in pleasure. lost in the thought of him.

4:58.

you were so close. whining and whimpering out loud for him as you pumped your toy into you rhythmically.

“I’m not giving you a choice.” - “You don’t have a choice.” - “No. Choice.”

5:00.

“oh fuck- Rick.” you moaned, lost in your own pleasure. so lost that you didn’t even hear the woosh of the portal forming in your room. you didn’t even notice he was there until you felt his weight on the mattress.

“OH FUCK- RICK?!” you shouted, covering yourself with your hands.

“No. Don’t stop.” he commanded.

[bunnie-online]

and if i add Rick Sanchez to my writing rotation- then what?

[soraphicdeactivated]

rick sanchez has always had an eye for pretty things. for useless, pretty things and finding them a use— for finding the galaxy a way to exist alongside him a way only he could deem fit. everything must be in his control, careful and calculated and only beating because he lets it. because he wants it to be.

if the universe isn't actively eating out of the palm of his hand, it shouldn't be eating at all.

that is why you were created. an out— an aversion to something as disgusting as responsibility— a shoulder to drop every useless weight onto. a place for them to sit, a place rick deemed incredibly fit.

robo rick was tired and played out, boring and quite frantically became more of a nuisance than anything else. he needed something believable, something great and interesting but not too riveting that it could spiral out of his obsessive control.

so, there you were. all flesh and no metal, all veins and no wires. produced chemically in a lab the way a clone would be, a mix of dna from whomever rick deemed a worthy specimen.

the day your big, dumb eyes blinked open was the day your life had already began to end.

scrub the dishes, dust the railings, help summer with her homework, pour beth another glass of wine, listen to jerry's constant droning, suffer through rick's countless experiments with nothing but tight lipped obedience.

sentient enough to love, to care, to feel— yet still a robot in the eyes of your creator.

the kids took a liking to you. summer liked to gossip, to braid hair, to use you as a mannequin for whatever new makeup look she wanted to try out. she was sweet, kind enough to be considered a friend but only under the pretence you did whatever she said.

morty started out cautious, uncomfortable and finding you uncanny. but eventually, it was much easier to play stupid video games with someone who had no obligations other than to please him and decidedly let him win each time.

beth was sympathetic only until it came to what benefited her, as was jerry.

rick was.. rick. indifferent, bored in the way he always was, until he got to tinkering with something in a vial abstracted from your veins or pressing warm fingers into the pressure points at your wrists just to twitch into a mad grin at the thump coursing through you— the spark of life beneath that hand crafted ribcage and suddenly you became the most excitement he'd had in years.

the creature and its creator, one in a unanimous goal: please rick and do as he fucking says.

that's why, when he sits you, all pretty and useful, on the edge of his work bench, you don't complain. you say nothing as he spreads your legs to stand between them, the skirt of that pretty little dress you wore— floral and collared, buttoned all the way to the top, one of beth's old dresses in favour of having you walking around exposed the way rick would have been perfectly okay with — riding up to rest higher against your thighs.

you don't flinch. don't even register the way his eyes drop to scan your legs with a slightly impressed look. it's not part of your programming, not something you were taught to be shameful of the way any other young woman would.

he tinkers with something briefly behind your neck, moving your shiny hair over your shoulder as his hot breath flutters against your skin.

you don't talk. he works in silence, you know that.

he huffs momentarily, dropping the yellow screwdriver in his hand with a clatter against the wood beside you. you jump a little this time, ears pricking up and eyes scanning him like you're waiting for any sign of discomfort.

"jesus, i- i- i can't fucking focus with you starin' at me like that."

"like what, rick?" you frown. "i always look at you while you are replacing my chip."

"'m not replacing your fuck- your fucking chip." he grumbles, exasperated.

"then, what are you doing?" your dumb little brows furrow and he fights the urge to grab you by your throat and pin your cheek to the bench.

"doesn't matter what the fuck i'm doing." he grunts.

"would you like me to look away?" you suggest, already starting to dismount the bench as you ready yourself to stand side on so that you're facing the garage door, but he stops you with two large hands gripping your meaty thighs.

"no- fuck. just- just stay where you- don't fucking move."

your eyes widen, but you do as says, planting your ass back against the bench. his hands are warm and prickly against your skin, but you try not to question it. he studies you for a moment, that familiar disinterested expression swapped out for something vaguely intrigued as he carefully runs his knuckles along your inner thigh.

your breath hitches and you fight to close your legs for a reason you're unaware of, feeling almost guilty when he pries them back open with a disapproving glare.

his other hand trails up your hip, resting in the dip of your waist and squeezing experimentally, judging the way you bite down on the fat of your lower lip to stifle another pathetic noise.

the knuckles grazing your thigh are swapped for nimble fingers that stretch further into the cavern of your skirt until they disappear beneath the fabric, eventually reaching the wet spot of your panties and you gasp.

"is this another test, rick?" you ask, quietly.

he shakes his head, "no, doll."

"then, is it an examination? you examined me only a few weeks ago and everything came back as expected." your voice is surprisingly even despite the pads of his fingers placing pressure against your throbbing cunt and he almost applauds you for it.

"think of it as like helping summer with her homework. you're helping me out, and- and helping research at the same- same time."

your brows furrow impossibly further and your lips turn down into that pretty little pout, desperately wanting to understand something your dumb little mind can't comprehend. he thinks you're so fucking cute.

"you gonna help- help me out, doll face?"

you nod faster than he's ever seen you, eyes sparkling with desperate obedience. you want to help him so badly.

he nods, "alright, on your- on your knees, baby."

[bunnie-online]

i’m happy to see you back! i hope you are doing well. feel free to ignore this if you don’t feel up to it, but I love the way you write schlatt, and I would love a little blurb of schlatt showing off his s/o to the other sammy boys maybe? or just him being overprotective in general? sending positive vibes your way!

hi!! it’s good to be back!! i missed writing for Big Guy so bad!! thanks for your request, i hope you enjoy!!

WARNINGS: as gn!reader as i could write lol || slightly suggestive but mostly fluff || not proofread!

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the streamys were in an hour and you just spent around half of your day getting ready. you were making your red carpet debut as J’s other half and to say you were nervous was the understatement of the year.

J knocked on the bathroom door as you were finishing up. his jaw damn near hit the floor when he walked in. “Toots! Holy shit you look great!” his hands settled into their favorite spot on your waist as he kissed you lightly. “I don’t wanna fuck up your lip stuff, but goddamn you look incredible.” you couldn’t help but get a little red-faced at all of his praise.

“Are you sure? I dunno I think I could do more…like it’s not perfect yet.” you gesture to your face. you turned to look at the mirror when Schlatt caught your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“You look fuckin’ phenomenal, sweetheart. Let’s go show the guys” he spoke sternly. he led you to the hotel suite’s living room “Boys, look at my baby.”

Ted and Charlie immediately erupted into praise and adoration. “DAMN YOU COME HERE OFTEN?!” Charlie yelled, making the quintessential ‘fuckboi’ face. the room soon filled with laughter, making you feel significantly better.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough. This is all mine.” Schlatt turned you away from the guys and pushed you back toward the bathroom with a light, but obviously slap to your ass.

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ahh!! i’m a little rusty but i hope you enjoyed!!

~ bunnie💗

[bunnie-online]

hello- it’s my first post back and i’d like to offer you some thoughts-?

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI

ummmm… Jax getting off on you pulling on his ears 🧍🏽‍♀️

yeah- he’d cum almost instantly. like, he doesn’t even need to be fucking you, he’d just need to be hard.

in my mind, he’s an eater, i’m talking D1, does it for the love of the game, EATER.

his face would be buried between your legs, he’s laying on his stomach with his cock pressed into the sheets. as he gets more enthralled with pleasuring you he’ll start to hump the bed a little. and you can’t help but to grip at the tufts of fur on the base of his ears because he’s just too fucking good at this.

he’s literally trying to eat his way to your heart. and as you start to tumble over the edge you grip onto the base of his ears and tug juuust right, just enough for him to whine, moan and rut his way to completion without touching himself.

hnnng i need this rabbit BAAAADDD

[sillyfr3nchb1tch]

i don't want a job i just wanna b tied up and fucked within an inch of my life, actually

[bunnie-online]

on hiatus

obviously i haven’t posted at all since my account update and i really don’t know where to go with this account anymore

i wanna keep writing but i don’t have motivation to, so i’m sorta stuck. i’m still grieving the loss of my sister, trying to find some sort of a work life balance and struggling heavily with my OCD and emetophobia. (and tbh just my mental health in general.)

i’ll be going on hiatus until i find some motivation. unfortunately this does mean kinktober will not be finished… i’m so sorry…

when i come back, my content will be shifted either back into the Hellaverse or TADC, i’ll still write the Sammy Boys but mainly by request only.

i love yall, thanks for understanding…

<3, bunnie

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Reblog if you love “—” and have never used ChatGPT

[bunnie-online]

ACCOUNT UPDATE

hey guys! as you might have noticed, i sort of disappeared a few weeks ago.

TL;DR: i’m safe, october was super busy. i’ll be finishing kinktober slowly, then after that my main focus will be TADC, but i’ll still write for Chuckle Sammy upon request!

october turned out to be a wayyy busier month for me than i expected.

as some of you may know, i’m an environmental microbiologist by day. my team has a client that sends us a huge surplus of samples to test twice a year. once in may, once in october. this lead to me working 12 hour shifts for almost 2 weeks.

also in october, i got to meet my best friend of 5 years for the first time in person! they spent a whole week at my house and obviously i wanted to be present for that! it was the best week ever! but i unfortunately fell sick after they left and i’ve kinda been nursing myself back to health 😅

the good news! i will be finishing kinktober!! they will obviously just be coming out SUUUUPER late.

the bad news… i probably won’t be writing for the Sammy Boys without request for a while, all of my work has been based on what i’m currently hyperfixating on- and i’m not fixated on Chuckle Sammy right now. i’ll be shifting focus to TADC for a little bit after Kinktober. like i said, i will 100% write for the Sammy Boys upon request!! TADC has just completely infiltrated my brain. other neurodivergents get me 😔☝🏽

also- thank you all for 700 followers!! i really appreciate you all!! 💗

see yall soon!

- bunnie! 💗

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆day twelve: dacryphillia.⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

day twelve of kinktober: aww sweetheart, don’t cry, you can handle it. 💧

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ || fem!Reader || dacryphillia || rlly short. been having some personal life stuff messing up my posting/writing schedule :(

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Ted had your face pressed into the sheets by the back of your neck as he pounded the life out of you.

“I can’t take it!” you sob, your voice breaking. “Too much, Teddy!” he’s relentless. his hip continuously slamming into yours. his hands release your neck only to fly to your hip, pressing you down into the prone position.

his cock, that was already kissing your cervix, was now slamming into the deep, sensitive spot with very little care. it was almost like he was fucking you for his own pleasure, yours was only by proxy.

“You’re doing so well though.” he cooed, his voice not matching his actions in the slightest. “Look at those tears, fuck.” he was right. you hadn’t even noticed the streams of tears flowing from your eyes, or the sopping wet fabric under your cheek. how long had you been crying? you weren’t sad. you’ve never cried during sex with anyone else. was Ted just that fucking good? yes. the answer was yes.

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[bunnie-online]

i posted day 11 early because this week at work has been kicking my ass and i need a day off to recoup, see yall on day 12 💗

[dwellstar]

sucking schlatt off in the backseat of his rolls royce

mdni 18+

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your head is slowly pumping up and down his stiff length, your legs folded under you. the backseat of the royce was just big enough to fit you both...even more cramped with you hunched over schlatt's lap.

"go deeper, hun..." he moans.

you take a deep breath in before gliding him deep into your throat, nose flush with his skin. he elicits a guttural grunt in approval.

your throat hugs his cock like they've been in love for ages.

you try to swallow around him, the sudden spasm makes him twitch as a hand shoots down to stroke top of your head. he lets out a breathy chuckle.

"atta girl...takin' me so well..."

the hand that rested on your head stroked your hair a few times before sliding down your back and rest on the small of your back. his fingers that could reach started to fidget with the exposed waistband of your panties.

you released him from the back of your throat and wrapped your fist (the best you could) around his girth.

as you stroked him, you pressed little kisses to his tip before your warm mouth joined once again.

the combination of your soft palm and silken tongue was bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm.

his free hand shot up to brace the car door.

"agh...so close...don’t stop,” he practically whined.

you tightened your grip and quickened your pace.

soon enough, you felt the hot spurts of cum escape from schlatt's slit, painting the back of your throat.

he grabbed you by the chin and forced you to sit up and look at him.

your cheeks were streaked with runny mascara, drool and cum leaking out of the sides of your mouth.

you were a mess.

he forced your mouth open by tightening his grip on your jaw. he wanted to see how his load ruined you.

"swallow," he instructed.

and you're nothing if not obedient.

[bunnie-online]

oh i’m DIZZY THIS IS SO GOOD 😵‍💫

[bunnie-online]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆day seven: mommy kink⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

day seven of kinktober: someone needs to learn a lesson. 🧸

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ ONLY || fem!Reader || sub!Schlatt || mommy kink || punishment || overstim.

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“Honey?” you called out for your boyfriend, you were wondering how he was holding up in the short time you stepped out to grab snacks

you made your way to your shared bedroom, as you got closer the whines got louder. you opened the door to find your boyfriend exactly where you left him. tied to your bed with a vibrator strapped to his cock.

“How ya doin’, pretty boy?” you coo, he only whines in response. his cock is still red and he has a pool of cum on his stomach. you saunter to his side to plant a kiss on his forehead.

“M-Mommy…” he nearly sobs. “Break..please..” his voice was strained and pathetic. you decided to take pity on him and turn off the toy for now. he took the first deep breath he’s taken in a while as tears of relief brim his eyes.

“Have you learned your lesson, baby?” your tone was strict as your gripped his jaw to force eye contact. he nodded furiously, a few more tears flowing down the sides of his face. “Yes! Yes… i won’t do it again, I promise!”

“What won’t you do again, J?” you squish his face a little harder, enough to make him wince a little. “Cum without permission…I won’t ever cum without your permission again!”

“Good boy.”

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[bunnie-online]

wow it really is the sweetest girlies (gender neutral) that write & read tumblr smut yall are amazing 🥹💗

[bunnie-online]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆day four: size kink.⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

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day four of kinktober! halfway through the first week, doll. how ya feelin? small and needy? don’t worry…you can take it. 😇

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+. || fem!Reader || sub!Reader x dom!Schlatt || size kink || light dacryphilla || implied short!Reader but Schlatt’s a big dude, anyone looks small compared to him.

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“D’ya like how I can hold you down with just one hand?” was all your heard though the haze of your cock-drunk stupor. Schlatt’s, very large, hand was flat in between the valley of your tits, pressing you into the mattress.

his other hand was on the headboard, truly enveloping you. you genuinely looked so tiny under him. and you felt tiny too.

not to mention his huge cock drilling into you, practically tearing you open in the most pleasurable way possible.

“Fuck you’re so- small compared to me.” and he was right, he towered over you. completely eclipsed you all the time, not only when you were lying on your back on display for him. but all the time.

walking next to each other, you sitting in his lap, him tossing you over his shoulder with ease. you were nearly minuscule compared to him.

he wrapped his hands under your legs and tucked them behind your knees to fold you in half, making you even easier to manipulate. the only noises you could muster were pathetic whimpers as he pounded into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“So fuckin’ small. So easy t’use.” he babbled. your moans quickly turned into cries of pleasure, hot tears poured out of your eyes and down your face.

“Aww, sweetheart. You can take it. S’okay, babydoll.” he cooed, though his wolffish grin didn’t match the tenderness of his words.

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