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Just a reminder I don’t fuck racists get off my fucking blog you ugly cucks

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The hot boy urge to fuck an incel after seeing the new Batman.

No but for real the riddler shouldn’t have given me butterflies that’s an issue but oh my god I want him to absolutely destroy me :(

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Cw/tw: cnc, intox

Something is so lovely about the idea of going out and having some handsome stranger buy me drinks and smooth talk me. Like, he’s blatantly lying to me, every time I ask him something he flips it around and never answers but I don’t notice, I’m getting progressively more drunk, and he’s getting progressively more appealing. I don’t pay attention to the drinks he’s getting me anymore I just down them like the stupid little bunny I am. His hand that was on my hip slips down to grope my ass, I just giggle and sway and he catches me when I stumble. He calls me pretty and dumb and I just smile against his lips when he kisses me. I don’t remember everything but he takes me home, I know I didn’t tell him where I live but how else would he have gotten me there? That doesn’t matter, his hands are soft and his voice is firm as he takes my clothes off. He’s mumbling something about always wanting to do this, I’m only half awake I can’t decipher what he’s talking about, stuff about him watching me for so long, telling me Im his now, that he’s going to make me feel so good I just need to sleep. I can hear a camera? I think. I can’t tell everything is so fuzzy. I just need to be a good bunny and sleep for him, he’ll take care of me. I’m so hot and floaty and dizzy, sleeping does sound nice I should sleep. When I wake up I’m alone, hungover, sore and covered in bites and hickeys, filled with a strangers cum.

[your-local-bunny-boy]

Wish I was smart enough to have an academic rival. Like yeah baby let’s debate all class trying to one up each other then you can fuck me over a desk in the back of the library after it to put me in my place. Pull me into a stairwell after class gets out and shove me up against the wall making sure to tell me how stupid I am, shove your fingers down my throat and tell me I’m too dumb to keep getting compared to you, that I’m just a stupid little whore and all I can think about is your dick filling me up. Offer to help me study but on the one condition that I have to cockwarm you the whole time so you get to watch my brain slowly melt out of my ears the needier and needier I get until I’m not answering the questions anymore I’m just drooling and mindlessly begging for your cock.

[your-local-bunny-boy]

I wanna give a boy head while he explains something complicated to me, I want to hear him struggle and lose track of what he was talking about, I want him to explain all this shit he knows to me with his fingers gripping at my hair and his voice shaking and melting into those pretty breathy moans, shits so hot man like damn

Fandom blogs stop reblogging this especially with tags about characters who are minors you make me fucking uncomfortable

[your-local-bunny-boy]

The way some people are tagging reblogs of this makes me insanely uncomfortable, if you see someone in the wild tagging this shit with fandom stuff ESPECIALLY about underage characters please tell them to stop

[your-local-bunny-boy]

Thinkin about pretty twink doms. The ones who give me orders and call me a slut in their gentle sweet voices. The ones who choke me and pull my hair with their soft delicate hands. The ones who look down on me with their pretty eyes and kiss me with their pretty mouths and fuck me with their pretty cocks, who let me tell them how beautiful and perfect they are until my voice gives out, who let me continue to worship them with my tongue in other ways even after I can’t talk anymore. I want to make them feel good, I want to make them feel good more than I want to do anything else

[your-local-bunny-boy]

Tw: somno, cnc

Sometimes when I leave my window open at night I think about someone watching me, someone taking pictures of me when I slip back in from out of the shower, staring quietly right there in front of me but I can’t see him, my room being so bright and the outside being so dark. I like to think he listens to me get off, to the blankets shifting and how I whine and gasp imagining how I’d react to someone’s hands that aren’t my own. Hands down his own pants as I send myself over the edge. He’d know I take something to help me sleep, he’d test how far he can go, from making smaller noises to whispering the things he’d do to me, pushing my window open more, climbing inside to look at all the stuff in my room, to look at me. I like to think about him pulling the blankets off me slowly, watching intently for the slightest shift, any warning that I’m waking up but I never do. He’d slide his hands up my thighs, pushing them apart as delicately as he can when I press them together in subconscious reaction to the heat growing between my legs. Some nights he’d stop there, hands wandering my body, watching me squirm and whine for more. It’d take him a while to confirm what he always knew, I’m a hopeless slut. Other nights he’d touch me, he’d push my boxers down and my tee shirt up, gathering fabric up around my chin that barely muffle the needly noises I make in my sleep. Eventually it won’t be enough to just touch and and touch himself, the pictures he has aren’t doing it anymore, I’m not wrecked enough, he needs to wreck me more. He doesn’t care if I wake up anymore, he’s trained me so well, he knows I want it. When I do wake up I’m too far gone to do anything other then beg for more of his cock, other then weakly gasp and moan as he tells me how much of a whore I am for him, how pretty I look, as he instructs me to hold my pose and my tired mind keeps pulling my eyes closed again, the sleep that has yet to leave me making everything feel fuzzy and warm, so much so that if it weren’t for the cum leaking out of me when I wake up again in the morning I wouldn’t know if it was a dream or not.

Posting about my fantasies isn’t an excuse for you freaks to do or say weird creepy shit, this is me time I don’t give a fuck about the fucked up shit you wanna do.

[your-local-bunny-boy]

Y’all call yourselves bears but won’t even put on the bear ears? Cowards.

This post was made by the bunny boys who want to see more bear ears on big hot men and masculine aligned people association.

[your-local-bunny-boy]

Oh to be a dumb little intern at some big company who’s dress pants fit just a bit too well and who’s shirt buttons can never seem to stay buttoned properly. Running around bringing coffee and important papers I could never understand to powerful men who praise me for doing simple little tasks cause they know the boss is mean to me even when I do good but he’s only mean because I distract him so much with my dumb questions and cute little mistakes. One day he’ll bend me over his desk and fuck me until I can’t think, he’ll make sure I’m loud enough that everyone in the building knows I’m a whore, they’d know anyway since he put me back to work, stumbling around the office with my hair all a mess and my shirt screwed up. He’ll press me up against one of his windows and ruin me for the world to see. He’ll let me sit under his desk during important meetings with his fingers tangled in my hair and his cock shoved down my warm accepting throat. He’ll choke me with his tie and slap me when I get his coffee order a little bit wrong. Oh how perfect it would be to be his little pet.

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Ah to be a dumb twink prince with a harem (reverse harem? Idk) of hot men.

The calm experienced royal advisor who keeps an eye on me and helps me figure out all the political royal stuff that I don’t understand. He finds my ignorance cute, he admires the way I try my hardest to figure out what certain things really mean so I can make my own decisions when I’m king. He rewards me by bending me over my own thrown when no one else is around and fucking me into oblivion, pulling my hair so my back arches enough for him to whisper praises in my ear.

The bright eyed stable boy who’s hands go a little too far up my inner thigh when he helps me get onto my horse, who’s grip lingers on my hips when he helps me off. He takes me on midnight rides and points out every constellation he knows. He still calls me sir and your majesty when I ride him, calloused hands gripping my hips enough to leave behind a lovely little bruise.

The quiet gentle servant boy who helps me reach books that I can’t grab in the library. He helps me get dressed in the morning when I can’t reach the buttons that trail down my back. He reads books to me when I suck his dick under one of the library tables in the very back, he gets whiny and flustered and runs his hands through my hair and apologies when he cums in my mouth even though I always want him to.

The talkative cook who makes me all my favorite pastries for breakfast. He brings me meals and snacks and always sits with me when I ask him to stay. He tells me about the food and how it’s made, he smells like fresh bread and lavender scones. He spends hours fucking me, going slow, making sure everything he does is perfect, savoring every moan and plea he can pull from me. Melting my brain with pleasure until I can’t even think enough to form words, until I’ve lost every concept of time, until all I know is the pleasure he brings me.

The rival prince who’s visiting for the good of our two nations. He makes sure I know he doesn’t like me, that no matter how many dinners we are forced to have together and how many times I write him silly little poems for him he will never like me. He spends his days training for combat while I watch him from my spot in the garden, he would hate for me to know he’s purposefully trying to show off, acutely aware that my gaze is trained on him. His nights are spent forcing my face into the plush pillows of his bed, sucking dark hickeys into my skin, pounding into me so hard I cant walk properly in the morning. He loves nothing more then the long desperate scratch marks I leave down his back, then the sounds I make when I’m absolutely blissed out on his dick. He holds me afterwards, making sure I’m ok, kissing the tears off of my cheeks, grinning as he looks at me in his clothes, a mess in his sheets.

My fateful knight who does everything he possibly can to keep me safe. Yet he still sneaks into my room every night to look over me, to run his strong hands over the soft skin of my stomach that was exposed by the night shirt I wear that’s purposefully too big for me. He’s jealous of all the others for getting to use me in the way he wants to but he’s too nervous to ever tell me about it so instead he watches, he tries to work up the courage to do more, to wake me up and absolutely ruin me but he never can. Instead he stands there at night, cock in hand, fantasizing about me.

[your-local-bunny-boy]

Ok hear me out cat boy dom.

Cat boy dom who’s cold and indifferent and uses me for his own personal pleasure without caring what I get out of it but he purrs when I give him head and scratches my head with his claws when I do something he really likes. A cat boy dom who’ll bite me when he’s using me and make sure I’m covered in marks so everyone knows I’m his. Cat boy dom who makes sure to lick me clean.

Anyways uh if any cat boys like bunny boys I’m right here

[your-local-bunny-boy]

I wanna wear a cute skirt with nothing underneath and have someone come in me before we go out. I want him to laugh as I squirm around in my seat, trying to keep his cum from leaking out of me and failing, walking around with it dripping down my legs, I want to know everyone’s is seeing it, everyone knows that I’m a whore. I want him to fuck me in the bathroom so he can come back out and parade me around, all fucked out and stupid, hair a mess and face all red, even more cum trailing down my shaking legs. I want a brave stranger to ask him if he can fuck me. I want to be whored out to unknown men too lost in pleasure to be embarrassed or ashamed.

[your-local-bunny-boy]

In this house we love puppy boy tops, like holy shit I just wanna get railed by a whiny over excited puppy boy top who goes harder every time I call him a good boy. Puppy boys are so fucking lovely, let me play with your hair while you absolutely ruin me please I promise to scratch behind the ears 💕

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I really like the idea of being watched while I get myself off but not being able to acknowledge who’s watching me, having him praise me and give me instructions that I so badly want to follow but I’m not supposed to act like he’s there. I want to show him how much of a good boy I can be but if I do I’m being bad and it’s a horrible paradox. Bonus points for more then one person watching me and talking to me so I’m all needy and overwhelmed by it all.

[your-local-bunny-boy]

Yes we all love the innocent sub being corrupted by kinky dom but innocent dom and kinky sub is heavily underrated. Getting him all flustered over simple little requests, watching the sweet way he worries about hurting me before he slowly learns he likes it too, that he likes the way I squirm when tied up and the face I make when he chokes me. Doms who are experienced are cool and all but watching a boy learn especially when he’s learning on me down right addicting

[your-local-bunny-boy]

Everyone’s favorite bunny boy would really appreciate it if someone or a group of someone’s fucked him until he couldn’t think anymore and had cum dripping out of every hole

[your-local-bunny-boy]

I wanna give a boy head while he explains something complicated to me, I want to hear him struggle and lose track of what he was talking about, I want him to explain all this shit he knows to me with his fingers gripping at my hair and his voice shaking and melting into those pretty breathy moans, shits so hot man like damn

Fandom blogs stop reblogging this especially with tags about characters who are minors you make me fucking uncomfortable