#bun needs :3

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[paperbaacks]

༊*·˚ — 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟻-𝟺-𝟹-𝟸-𝟷 𝚝𝚊𝚐

✧ — five books i love

the invisible life of addie larue - v.e. schwab

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo - taylor jenkins reid

yellowface - r.f. kuang

piranesi - susanna clarke

paper moon - rehana munir

✧ — four books on my tbr

the cinnamon bun book store - laurie gilmore

butter - asako yuzuki (translated by polly barton)

just kids - patti smith

the picture of dorian gray - oscar wilde

✧ — three books i recommend

babel - r.f. kuang

loveless - alice oseman

blue sisters - coco mellors

✧ — two books i've read recently

intermezzo - sally rooney

in the dream house - carmen maria machado

✧ — one book i'm currently reading

the pumpkin spice café - laurie gilmore

[lizzybeeee]

👑 Anora Mac Tir, The Queen of Ferelden👑

"I will always be my father's daughter."

[casscainmainly]

Thinking about Batgirl (2000) #30 where Cass still couldn't read but she could type stuff on the internet... the possibilities are endless. What was she doing online? Where was she posting? Was she getting into internet fights without reading the other person's responses?? (Realistically she was just practicing on like Word but it's funny to think about).

[t-u-i-t-c]

Episode 14 │ Episode 37

[id3allybun]

just me, my fav pair of shorts and my worn down copy of the secret history against the world <3

[lilliesinwaterdeep]

My husband and I decided to start a bg3 run together unmodded… you guys, I’ve had Gale’s wizardly updo for so long I gasped when I pulled him from the portal because I forgot what his normal hairstyle looked like 👀

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

pup gang crime list:

threw a basketball at jakes head once because he is old

htrew a strawbebby on the ground and was kicking it. it wasnt alive

pup gang punishment:

the princess speaks very nastily to them. publically.

they are not allowed to show their faces around her

also they offered to give up their rights as candy citizens and go live with lemongrab and it was not fun. its not really a punishment but everyone around them was treating it as one and they offered to take it so long as pb paid their mothers. i want to mention it.

marshmallow kid crime list:

set themselves on fire regularly to run at their enemies and then leave their melty skin on the ground

swindle over 500 dollars every day

fight the other kids off their street corners

scrape food off the ground and bring it to the charity orphanage sale

marshmallow kid punishment

camping with finn

encouragement to go to school which they accept delightedly

[sushiithephoenix]

"They...They reminded me of you!"

"...Thank you."

Blurrs holding the bouquet like that cuz that's how I hold them cuz I'm awkward as fuck. Click for better quality cuz the quality on Tumblr is ass 💔

[angiiepaniic]

abt a week ago i made an anthro bunny and she has since effectively become my fursona, and in doing so she’s somehow brought back my spark for drawing and i’ve gone from drawing maybe once a month with hesitance and anxiety to every night and enjoying it!

dunno if i really wanna jump back into the furry community itself simply due to personal negative experience, but this stupid little rabbit has captured my heart i love her very much

[anoddopal]

🪽A moment of rest🪽

There is peace to be found

Above it all

Amongst the clouds

[tirfpikachu]

aahhh i did so good today 🥹🧡🧡 lots of chores i had been putting off!! my back hurt but i stayed strong! things are so much better now. i still can't believe i have a new job... they're selling rly high price services too and i'll get commissions each time i book them! there's no ceiling on how much i can earn, and i get paid training :D

[t-u-i-t-c]

Genba Bureki in Bakuage Sentai BoonBoomger 01x28 Switch Off The Light

+bonus

[id3allybun]

🐰 early night call, sore chest, trembling thighs.

aka: i sent him a picture and i paid for it.

aka: pt.3 of bun’s calls <3 (long post cause the call was like two hoursss)

i should’ve known better. or maybe i did know better and wanted it. needed it.

either way, i sent the photo.

nipples clamped, tits pushed up and aching, and flushed in the soft lighting of my bedroom. no caption, other than one asking him not to be weirded out. just the image.

and then in ten minutes, my phone lit up with his name.

calling.

i answered with a smile already curling on my lips, and all he said was: “Put them back on. Now. Then go get the hairbrush.”

i fetched the brush with shaky hands.

kept talking to me like he always does—soft and cruel, sugar-laced venom dripping from every word.

told me to tease myself with the handle. slow. shallow. no thrusting yet.

i could already feel myself getting wetter just from his voice.

then he started describing it.

his favorite kind of scene.

“Picture it,” he murmured. “You, spread open on my bed. Hairbrush inside you. And I bring my friends over.”

my whole body stiffened. i whimpered. he knew that would break me.

i moaned, and he told me to push the brush in deeper.

“They are gonna take turns holding the handle, okay, baby five seconds each. Mhm, he’s my best friend, alright? He gets ten. Don’t cum, baby, im next, okay? Don’t even think about it.”

i was whimpering so loud by then, he had to shush me when I whined too loud about wanting to cum, begging and voice nothing but a silly little whisper.

“Not yet.”

and then he said:

“You can cum… if you make it through the countdown.”

he started counting from 10.

too fast.

way too fast.

i was still trying to chase it, grinding on the brush like a pathetic thing, and then he said:

“You didn’t cum, baby?” And I whined again, saying he was too mean. “I’ll count again, ask me for another chance. Beg and I will.”

i cried. literally cried. begged for another chance. and he was so mean about it.

so he counted again. started from five instead of ten.

5… 4… 3…

and i got so close—but not fast enough. “You didn’t cum again, baby? you know it’s your fault,” and I cried and asked how and he just said. “It’s your fault, I said I would count, I didn’t say I would count from ten.”

and then came the worst part. “Let’s play another game, okay?” And he continued when I swallowed hard and agreed. “Take the clamps and put them back on, ten times. Let’s start. Off, put them on. Off, and back on.”

i screamed. not loud, but like—muffled gasps and broken noises and tear-slicked sobs.

i was shaking so bad the brush nearly slipped out. And it did slip out. I made the stupid decision of telling him that. “Sl-slipped out,” I murmured out.

I didn’t know whether I heard him click his tongue. “Why is that, baby?”

“I dunno,”

“Is it cause your pussy’s too wet to hold it in? That must be it, right?” He cooed, “it’s either that or you didn’t want to obey daddy’s orders.” And I told him that wasn’t it, I almost cried. “Are we just gonna blame it on your wet pussy, yeah?” And I nodded, sniffling.

then, finally—he said: “Last chance. You’ve got twenty seconds.”

and this time he was slow. deliberate. he watched me fall apart.

20…

his voice was so calm. so cruel.

15…

i was chanting incoherent nonsense. eyes squeezed shut, soaked thighs trembling.

10…

he kept whispering, “Good girl.”

5…

he told me he wanted to see me cum for him and his friends.

2…

he told me to let go.

i came crying. crying and gasping and soaking everything. i think i said “thank you” like six times. maybe more. maybe forever.

my thighs are still trembling. i still feel the clamps when i move. and the brush is lying next to me like it knows exactly what it did.

but he wasn’t done.

his voice dipped again—dangerously soft.

“On all fours, bunny. Put your phone next to you and get on doggy.”

i whimpered. he didn’t wait for a yes. he never does. i knelt on the bed, still leaking, legs trembling, cheek pressed to the pillow.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now imagine one of my friends behind you.” and then he described him.

“Tall. 6’4. Muscular. Big hands. Twice your size. Hands rough.”

i choked on a breath.

“Slap your ass,” he whispered. “Pretend it’s him. Just his big hands on your cute ass.”

i did. once. then again. and again.

until i was gasping. until i was crying into the pillow.

“Louder,” he said. “Fuck, that’s a good one, baby..”

my skin stung. i felt humiliated. used. perfect.

and then his voice changed—mocking, sweet in that awful way. “Oh, baby, he’s pulling down his pants. What are you gonna do? He’s just gonna hold your little waist down and pull out his cock, just as big as him.

i couldn’t answer. he waited.

“Say it,” he said. “Say ‘no, don’t want it.’ Over and over.”

i obeyed. even as i whimpered and rocked back, even as my whole body screamed yes, i whispered:

“no, don’t want it…”

“don’t want it…”

“don’t…”

liar.

he knew. he always knows.

“Poor thing,” he murmured. “You’re dripping for him. Such a dumb baby. You want him to ruin you, don’t you?”

i didn’t answer. i was too far gone. so he gave another order: “Use the brush again. Pretend it’s him.”

i pushed it in. cried out. ground back onto it while my free hand kept shaking. i was soaked. overwhelmed. gone.

and just when i thought i couldn’t take more—he said, “Lay down. Suck your fingers. Pretend it’s my cock in your mouth.”

i collapsed onto my side, sucking on two fingers like a desperate girl, whimpering through them as he baby-talked me through it.

“Is that better, baby? What are you thinking about, hm?”

“You were thinking about him, weren’t you? Big scary friend with big hands.”

“Does my baby want to be stuffed full by strangers?”

i shook my head. i cried when i said it.

“no… no, just daddy…”

“only think about daddy…”

“only want you…”

he groaned. quietly. the way he does when he likes what i say.

he made me keep sucking. kept whispering about how small i looked, how ruined, how good i’d look between his friend’s legs—but how much better i’d look on his.

he didn’t let me cum again. not yet.

just left me there, soaked and trembling and full of imaginary hands. said i could sleep now. said he’d be thinking about it all night.

and now i’m here. sore. dripping. barely able to type. my thighs are sticky. my ass still stings.

i’m still sucking on my fingers. not because he told me to. but because it’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart again.

he took me further. i thought i was done—soaked, wrecked, twitching. but he knew i had more to give. i always do when he asks.

“Oh, baby, it’s my friend again,” he said. “The one who just fucked you. Yeah, the who you didn’t want. Right, you’re gonna suck his cock and make him feel again, baby, or else he’s just going to use you again.”

i whimpered. bit my lip. my body already moving, my thighs clenching like they knew what was coming.

“Start sucking,” he said. “Use your fingers. I want to hear those messy little sounds.”

so i did. two fingers in my mouth, drool slipping down my chin as i moved my head like a needy thing. he watched. he listened. and he taunted.

“You don’t want him back in your pussy, right? Tell him that. Tell him that you don’t want his cock in your pussy.” And I did, voice muffled as I spoke out exactly what he wanted me to say.

“C’mon, baby. Gag. Deeper. That’s my close friend,”

“Pathetic. You can do better, sweetheart. Don’t embarrass me in front of them.”

i was crying again. moaning around my fingers like they were real. like they were his.

and then he said it.

“Imagine them taking turns. One of them in your mouth and both your hands in two cocks.”

i sobbed. full-body shaking. breathless.

“Fuck, that’s not enough baby,” he said after a few moments. “You’re gonna get fucked, okay? Imagine my friend picking you up and putting you on his cock. Yeah, shove your brush deeper inside. That’s it, deeper, baby, all the way in.”

i came hard. too hard. i screamed his name but not just his—i didn’t know what i was saying. just noises. just pleading.

i collapsed.

and then… silence. just his breathing.

he waited. then said it. low. slow. mean.

“You know who made you cum like that, baby?”

“…It was him.”

“My friend. The one you didn’t want. The one you said ‘no’ to.”

i froze. my breath caught.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “That one. You liked him so much. Did you think it was me, sweetheart? Did you come on his cock thinking it was me?”

i started crying. “i didn’t mean to. i’m sorry—i thought it was you, i didn’t—i only want you…”

his voice got soft again.

mocking, but gentler.

“You didn’t mean to, baby? Hm? You didn’t want to? You just couldn’t tell, huh? It felt too good to care?”

i nodded through tears. still on the call. shaking.

and then he said the words that broke me all over again:

“Give me a kiss.”

i kissed the air like he asked me to, still shaking and whimpering.

and then he softened. truly softened.

“Good girl. You did so well.”

he made me breathe with him. three deep ones. and i did. because i always do what daddy says.

he breaks me. then builds me back up. and i wouldn’t want it any other way.

bonus: after that, we just chatted for a while, sharing hobbies and me telling him about that time I broke my arm while playing, and talking about books and everything else in between (calling him old when he said he wakes up early and reads nonfiction). it was justt really fucking nice likeee aghh.

[tddyhyck]

i think jeno's into public humiliation and golden showers too like hyck

jeno showing you off to the dreamies with nothing just a dog collar and making them piss on you or making you piss on them like a dog pissing on a fire hydrant.

anon this is 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 yes let me get carried away for a bit i love puppy play 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

jeno telling you he’s gotta get you all pretty for his friends and that just consists of striping u collaring you and putting some little ears on you ,,,, putting a leash on u and making u wait on your knees by the door until his friends come

you get so excited when he’s friends get there bouncing on your knees when you hear them outside and he tells you not too be too crazy because he wants you to show how good of a pup u are and u nod and wait patiently ,,, his friends coming and petting u and getting u talking to jeno about u like u can’t hear them ,,,, taking turns tugging your leash and petting u ,,,,

making fun of u if you piss from excitement a growing puddle underneath you ,,,

him and his friends using u like a little cum and piss dump releasing all over you and your opened mouth making u sit in the sticky puddle

thinking jeno making u sit on a puppy pad until you can’t feel your knees and he tells u when u can pee and he makes u sit on your piss pad like a stupid dog ,,, and if u ever go on the floor he will scold u and push your face down so u can clean it up ,,,,

also jeno training u to drool from your mouth and dribble pee whenever you see him ,,, like pavlovian response to him ,,, him inspecting your cunt when u have an accident because him ,,,

making you bend over for his friends so that they can run through your stupid drippy cunt being a good puppy and staying quiet as they fill your pussy ,,, your head in jeno’s lap while he pets you and tells you how good you’re being and what a good puppy you are to please everyone ,,,

is it too far to have him cage u up if u start jumping his leg or getting to noisy ,,,

[egggyweggy]

crescent sweep forever

[ID: crescent from pokemon rejuvenation standing with her scythe in her hand behind her and her other hand on her hip. her hair and skirt blow in the wind and her expression is blanky angry]