Ghost Whittles. Hell Be On The Bus With His Mates Riding Back And Hes Just Whittling With His Pocket

ghost whittles. he’ll be on the bus with his mates riding back and he’s just whittling with his pocket knife

mama

MIA

simon with a lop-eared bunny!girl. long, black, fluffy ears that droop in unity with your grumpy face. you’re skittish around strangers, often chomping (harmlessly, most of the time) down on john when he reached out to lightly pet and tug on on your ears or johnny when he creeps up to take a picture of you napping and wakes you from your slumber

you much prefer dressing in darker tones to match your “aura” as kyle calls it. simon is very much on board with this, always buying you leather studded collars encrusted with bunny skulls. short pleated skirts and big thrifted hoodies with second hand doc martens to boost your height against your brute of an owner

you much prefer napping in simon’s lap during the day before burrowing under his duvet once the sun sets. your head resting on top of his thigh whilst his hand lazily rests on your ears, thumbing over the soft fur until you both fall asleep. he often finds you awake at the crack of dawn, munching down on some granola and fruit before watching the sunrise with a book in your lap

you enjoy winding up your owner, often getting a perk of energy right when he needs you to settle down. he wants to call you his good girl but if he’s being honest, you enjoy pushing his buttons more often than not. he’s not afraid to bend you over his knee and whack that sour look off your face until you’re a sulking, and sniffling mess. that’s when he cuddles you in his big bed before bundling you up with one of his hoodies, a nintendo switch and some headphones whilst he goes about his errands

please send me requests about this i’m going feral

i love size kink and dumbification don’t even GET ME STARTED. i could write novels

boyf at the gym, he’s bringing smoothies back. i’m so winning