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#₊˚♱ pumpkin rabbit ₊˚♱
cupids-archives · 3 months
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ღೀ๋࣭ “shh love,” his fingers find your hair once more, pulling it back to see your tear ridden face, “aww baby, your so adorable” you struggle against your restraints at his comments, crying louder.
he doesn’t stop though. just thrusting into you faster the hard metal of his body harshly hitting into yours, “it’s okay baby, let it out” he drops your head, and you go back to mewing against the pillow, your drool dripping onto the silk pillow. his rough thrusting doesn’t stop, his cock hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside you, making you arch your back wildly, gripping onto the sheets below you. “d-does that feel good..” his voice becoming raspier, almost whimpering at this point as his thrusts start to speed up, losing the careful rhythm. his balls hit your ass, leaving bruises, it doesn’t matter however, the way he feels now. you can’t help but moan out for him. the pleasure in your stomach building up, with one more thrust, your body caves, his grip on your hair tightens and the building in your stomach comes spilling out, soiling the sheets below. his breathing is heavy for a second. pulling out his dick and flipping you over so your facing him. “So, do you still want to leave, or do I have to fuck you again?”
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cupids-archives · 20 days
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Heyy!! I was wondering if you could do more Pumpkin rabbit smut. The last one was amazing and I loved it sm❤️. Thank you!!
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જ⁀➴ brief mention of kidnapping, overstimulation, fingering, dubcon. ᝰ.!
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every breath and step you take is being watched. you can feel your skin crawl when the thought of him takes over your brain, haunting your drea
ms and plaguing your nights. not finding salvation in the day either. you wake up and the sick robot is right there. staring at you, with big beady eyes, so unnatural but yet so human.
During the day he keeps his distance. Those same eyes still staring daggers into you but from the doorway of a room now. Before you retire for bed after your repetitive day you can see him stare into you, and while you lay there sometimes you can feel his fingers drift over your arms and your neck, sometimes in between your thighs. your to scared to say anything. You’ve seen what the pumpkin rabbit has done, and you’re not any special to get away with denying him.
He especially likes however when you take the initiative in something, you can see that smirk on his face when you come to him once you’re feeling alone and touch starved. You of course don’t do anything to risky, but the short conversation, the way your fingers shake once he grabs onto your cute little hands, and how your entire body shakes under his gaze.
Maybe his space gave you hope, gave you some sort of peace, some false safety perhaps. one night, on Halloween. you came up with a plan. it was late and dark, cold and windy. Your body froze up at the sight of your captor and his “friends”. The idea that you should run was maybe the stupidest idea you ever gotten, your body rushing towards the open door but being quickly stopped by a large metal plate in front of you. Laughter fills up the living room, even the kids chuckle not knowing if this is some sort of joke or not.
your body runs cold, pumpkin rabbits face, his large eyes squinted into a dark scrowl. But he’s laughing too. maybe you can play it off as some stupid joke, maybe you can play into the game. maybe he won’t hurt you.
all false hope, his touch is gentle as he leads you into your room. His gaze focusing on your shaking body, still so cute and small underneath him but it isn’t the time to be admiring you.
“why did you think that was a good idea?” a simple question really. The rabbit looks at you intently, those beady eyes never blinking still sorrow in that stare, like he was hurt by the idea that you would run, almost like he cared. Your bubbles of a response is nothing but humorous however. nonsense coming up between those pretty lips of yours, nothing but ignorance to save your skin.
his cold hands guide you to the bed, he doesn’t speak but just stares at you under him, you look scared. cute. He really can’t help but coo at your pretty eyes his face going down to i between your neck. Planting false kisses onto your shoulders, his cold hands circle your panties, his large hands almost cupping them. “why’d you have to go and get yourself in trouble huh?” his fingers go under your panties and onto your clit. rubbing up and down on the sensitive bud.
Your body reacts eagerly, too scared to disobey. relishing in the cold touch of his, it’s human how much he know about your body, but so robotic in how fast he goes, knowing how painful each orgasm he rips out of you is. It started out so good, the first time you came with his hand was heavenly, breathing hard, the next time felt even better. Your body starting to shake under pleasure now, even letting him get even closer to you, the third time is when you started to feel the effects. Your body becoming sluggish even whispering an I love you out. And the fourth, the fourth is when the wall started to crumble.
“thought this was going to feel nice, didn’t you?”
Tears started to fall, your skin becoming more sensitive to his touch. Every new orgasm he pulls out feels like a stab, every new moan he rips out of you causing a delicious sickly feeling in your brain, and every time he whispers I love you, you start to believe it.
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