#brave bunbun

[spindle-and-nima]

I like to think I've mastered the bunritto technique since this one hates taking meds

[dusty-fat-boy]

Get swaddled idiot

[leporidetum]

May there be light and laughter.

Happy Birthday my brave broccoli bunbun !!

[bookloverdream-blessedindeed]

A short piece : A moment in time with new Daddy Draco and his little Bunbun Scorpius. One of the first few things I ever wrote when I was just brave enough to try out digital art. BB Book figuring out how to draw hands & hair here on an old tablet 💕 I might need to go back & rework the art!

[valentine-cafe]

I love emerald mania alessio, weirdly enough i see him quickly becoming my comfort character especially with all the asks😅

Also,,, i saw the nickname bunbun in aliases? 👀 Don't know if i'd be brave enough to call him that; would he like to be called that or does he prefer something else? Either way he's such a precious bunbun.

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 164 alessio agresta

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍰 ꒱ corrupt divine x reader, sorcerer x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

black lips press together in a thin line at the comment. the gold ring-piercing straining for a moment before he releases a sigh. his hands are on your waist and pulling you onto his lap as he leans in close, your faces but an inch away.

“well, that certainly is some confidence, I'll give you that.” alessio cocks his head to the side and slips his hands down to your thighs. “the grim reaper, the first sorcerer — the emerald primordial rhytaari — and yet you decide to call me bunbun.”

he tsks, trailing a hand up to cup your face and lean in even closer. “you are lucky that you are cute,” shooting you a sharp-toothed grin amidst his glowing emerald hues, he pinches your cheek before giving it a smooch.

“how about you call me yours instead?”

// I'm so glad that you like him! I'm also really happy to hear that he's becoming a comfort character of yours. he's honestly one of my favourites, he's so fun to write<3

[knifvd]

name / alias : bunbun for people on tumblr , if irls or people on discord know me differently then obviously they should call me that <3

birthday : sep 16

zodiac sign : virgo

height : 5'4"

hobbies : writing , singing , videogames , biking , i really like making drinks at work that are pretty

favorite color : light pink , black , blues

favorite book : brave story

last show : cw grey's anatomy (again)

recent read : love , theoretically

sources of inspiration : me , movies , my brain , tiktoks , games , real life events , etc

story behind url : knives . i like knives .

Tagged by: @hellfirecascade !

Tagging: @spookyhubby , @dhmpire , @solivcgant , @ubiquitousidol and you , the person reading this .

[feh-alt-battle]

Poll 88 - Roy

Please do not criticize any art you may not like or compare one art to another in terms of quality, it's unkind and downplays the amount of work that the feh artists put into them. Please treat the feh artists how you would as any other artist - with kindness and with love.

Artists in order: BUNBUN, azu-taro, Wada Sachiko, Hiiragi Akio, BUNBUN, Meka, Wada Sachiko

[hochi-mama-1997]

i wanna talk about my pokemon brilliant diamond team cuz its a little silly. (LONG ASS POST)

so im on the 8th gym, havent beat it, and my team is:

eggman. sweet poor eggman. currently a level 54 togetic. with the move set of baton pass, nasty plot, attract, and metronome. his strat is to make the girls fall in love with him, do an evil scheme, and then fuck around and find out. all else fails, run away.

kirby. level 47 jirachi. cuz i guess you get a jirachi in this game if you played sword or shield. i love them. with zen headbutt, life dew, dazzling gleam, and helping hand, i basically built them to work together with my star of the show pokemon in doubles, because i LOVE doubles. not online cuz im shy.

garchomp. level 69. got it from wondertrade and its just kinda here now. shadow claw, dragon claw, dig, and brick break, it does not set up and only attacks. i basically have no emotional attachment to her im sorry

soap. motherfucking soap. level 90 luxray. during the start of my save file, none of my pokemon would listen to me cuz i had the just great idea of using almost only trade pokemon. got angry and decided "FUCK YOU IM GOING TO CHEAT" and caught a level 5 shinx, put it into violet, and fed it exp candies until it was level.. i think 68? ive only given it more rare candy since then. its only ever leveled up ONCE in battle. right now its my last resort pokemon in the back of my party cuz i do like my game to be a little hard (as proven by eggman) he knows thunder, wild charge, volt switch, and strength. aka "might not work but worth it" "hurt yourself in the process" "attack then FUCK OFF" and "normal type move cuz ground types exist"

lucario. level 60 lucario. its from japan (or a game with the language set in japan, i guess?) and my best buddy. we're friends. i love him. i think hes from violet but he's here for some reason and awesome. he knows aura sphere, rock tomb, swords dance, and meteor mash. hes the guy kirby is with in doubles and the guy eggman runs away to. he's the star of the show. uh.. besides level 90 soap. also hes a master in cuteness contests so he's VERY talented.

dusky. level 48 dialga. just got here. still has base move set. but theyre here for one reason: my stupid ass luck. dusky got their name from the pokeball they were caught from. yup, a DUSK BALL. i dont have the exact stats but, i think.. dialga, a legendary, in a dusk ball, during the day? id say about a 5% chance. AND IT WORKED. i lost my shit when it happened. i think to myself, "this is why you've only gotten one shiny outside of community day fennekin and wonder traded hacked ones. because all your luck goes to bullshit like this." (and the fucking FIRST pokemon i battled on the port to coliseum being a SHINY KAKUNA. why.) might get off the team at some point.

honorable mentions who i booted from the team or something like that:

monferno i caught in legends arceus. left behind but was useful for gardenia and stuff.

razor the roserade. he's a champion from galar. just here cuz i wanted him to be.

bunbun the lopunny. shes also a champion from galar. i just didnt want them to be lonely cuz i never play that game.

R.K. (aka roaring knight) i never used him ever but he's a gallade and i just think hes cool and worth a shout out.

felon the empleon. my starter. i left him in the box because its the electric gym. might pick him back up for the elite four and replace dusky. unsure. move set of metal claw, surf, brine, and blizzard. cuz. yeah. no set up for him only damage.

machamp from china or a game with chinese, i guess. i got him from wondertrade as a machoke and i just think its neat.

ledian. poor ledian. i wanted it to work out. i wanted to pick faves over powerfulness like karen says. but no i cant. youre fucking pathetic ledian. im sorry. i love you.

ask questions if youre brave enough...

[cg-pup]

hihihi! m kinda shy to send this but i jus wanted to say your blog is super duper cute!!! an your sooooo nice! makes me so happy!!!! i hope your having the best day!!! :D 🩷 U╹ x ╹U (it’s a bunbun!!)

-🐰

aww sweet little bunbun! its ok to be afraid. im proud of you for being so brave and sending this all on your own! i love cute things so im very happy you think that this blog is cute. im happy to make sweethearts like you happy!! im having a good day so far tysm!! <3

[fatcatblake]

Imagine, being a tiny little big-hipped albino bunbun, not even five feet tall, braving your sensitive eyes to bright sunlight just so you can go to the local café and have a little latte time--

--only for a colossal heap of squishy goth kitty to suddenly approach from behind you in line...

Sorry, Blake is still in her morning grogginess for struggling to wake up after her typical food coma. That's why it's not a surprise that she doesn't see the girl that's more than half a foot shorter than her until it's too late.

If it helps the bunny bun, Blake's gut is extremely soft, so having it suddenly bump into your back isn't going to be too bad, right?

[spindle-and-nima]

Bunbun is a very good girl

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

imminent danger, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook? Shh, not too loud... from that sex blog, right? Uh huh. Heard he was actually a reader first, and then he slid into those DMs, one thing lead to another... So brave... ugh, he's so hot, she's so hot, they're so sexy together... and they make all that content to get off to... eh? Wait, they're live today?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; sex workers!couple: JK and his internet porn writer!gf doing their monthly OnlyFans livestream; low-key crack, we are in JK's brain; smut (fem reader, all the dirty thoughts, filming of sex, exhibitionist kink, mirror kink, noona kink, teeny bit of humiliation kink, pet name (bunbun), body oil / lube(?) being poured all over, hair pulling, handjob / edging / cumming in pants, overstimulation, use of anal beads, m-masturbation, light spanking); non-idol!BTS - sub!JK x noona, dom!reader; Jungkook's POV; JK's appearance based on 'Proof' Weverse mag photoshoot

this is basically wiyllt x JK's joint OnlyFans and JK is the star of the show

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“Noona, um…”

“Hello, is this thing on? Ah, it is.”

Jeon Jungkook was highly aware of the imminent danger but also the imminent danger was incredibly hot and incredibly bangable. Both things he was totally into. What was a little bit of danger, eh? Other than this turning rapidly into the intro of a porn movie.

Because that was what it was.

A porn movie.

Well, it was going to be one, if he stopped squirming.

Did he mention that his girl wrote incredible porn and that was how he got into this situation? No? Oh. Well, did he also mention that she was in charge of his current, um, work? As in he definitely wasn’t going to do any of this without her right here ripping open his fashionably (tacky? Jungkook had no clue, clothes outside of sweat sets were not his forte) leopard dress shirt and–

“Gah! Why is that so cold?!”

Uh, what the, she was spreading whatever it was over his chest and nipples. Some kind of cold, slippery… something. Liquid. It made him shiver all over.

“Oh, good, that does half of the work for me.”

She stepped around his seated body, which honestly upset him, because she was wearing such a revealing, blood-red, satin minidress that he wanted to continue staring at – yes, he could see the two tents that her large, stimulated nipples formed and it was very sexy, he wanted to nom very badly – but, alas, he was forced to avoid making any ugly, uncomfortable, or displeased expressions as she turned his torso into the equivalent of melted butter on a loaf of uncooked bread about to go into the oven, except Jungkook was not a loaf of uncooked bread, he was a horny man trying to look at titty and shove his dick between those deliciously soft thighs.

He was baking under these big studio lights though, jeez.

“Noona, wait–”

“Look up. Don’t disappoint them.”

And suddenly a hand gripped his hair and yanked his head up, making him gasp and shudder, his wide eyes going straight to the camera lens and the monitor displaying, er… well, everything.

Jungkook tried not to moan.

His boss scolded him before that giving too much too early was bad for business.

His boss being the owner of that pretty hand tangled in his black hair. Nails done, as usual. She always had a nice, self-done manicure, usually in a dark color. It was summertime, so she was branching out to a bright, cherry-red jelly that made Jungkook want to devour those almond-shaped tips. He especially liked it when she fingered his mouth, especially when he could be extra messy, when his tongue would snake and slip between her knuckles, coating them with saliva, letting it carelessly stream down her palm, his chin, his neck, all of it on full display, front and center to the camera.

Oop, he was getting distracted.

Speaking of mouth, his was slightly open, rose-pink lips and polished silver lip ring, the moles on his nose and under his lower lip visible. She was always super careful when she applied his makeup. Eye makeup and lip color for contrast, she reminded him. Otherwise, your handsome features don’t show up well in film. She covered the few occasional blemishes, but tried not to alter his skin tone too much, leaving his beauty marks.

Things usually got messy anyway. Face makeup getting everywhere wasn’t very sexy.

Oh, yeah, and she liked his moles.

A lot.

So, anyway, Jungkook was staring at himself in the monitor, his large brown eyes emphasized even further with smoky liner and filled-in brows, his mouth open and trying not to make too much noise as his silky, flimsy leopard shirt did nothing to stop her exploring hand from sliding across his tan, muscular chest, cherry-red nails circling and teasing his dark, hard nipples, his skin glistening and shiny under the bright lights from the mysterious, slightly viscous liquid.

Her plush mauve lips were by the top is his head, openly smirking.

“I thought you knew about body oil, Jungkook,” she chuckled above him.

“Are you…”

He cut himself off, twisting slightly and biting back a groan, letting out an unfortunate miniature whimper instead, great, just great, and she was opening his shirt more, down his right shoulder and massaging his shoulder tattoo and upper arm, bringing out the intricate details of the petal-like mandala.

“Serious?”

To be honest, Jungkook didn’t care what the stuff was. What was really bothering him was that she was almost scratching him, but not putting enough pressure. He kept trying to raise his torso, and she kept flicking her nails up, using her grip on his hair to push him back down. Strands of black were falling over his forehead and eyes, giving him a roguish, distressed appearance. Not too unlike his usual self. Jungkook left the acting to the professionals.

He was just professionally horny.

Was honestly incredibly easy in her presence. Who would have guessed? Did he mention that he met her through her smut blog? Yeah, Jungkook read smut online (he wasn’t going to read a whole book for one subpar sex scene, come on now).

It was a long story.

No, literally, it was a long story about a trio doing some freaky stuff that involved gummy bears.

There was actually a lot more involved in said story, but never mind that. The point was that, in the past, he was reading porn on the internet and feeling things. What does one do when they read porn and feel things? Ah, yes, chase their dreams. Jungkook had felt the need to chase his dreams.

Which meant read more porn.

Again, professional horny here.

He figured that it couldn’t hurt to say something. Slide in real smooth into those DMs. Heaven knew it was a hell of a lot easier to be cool, calm, and collected over text than in person. He didn’t have to be weird about it. He was just gonna pick that brain a little, bask in the sexual prowess. Not accidentally show her his Instagram, not somehow get convinced into sending a personal photo, not get so enamored over pretty words to impulsively send an almost-nude (oop), and then an actual nude (his mother wouldn’t approve), then somehow meeting up with internet smut writer and getting actual nude (together, in private, he had not much but some shame in the first in-person encounter).

So.

Yeah.

Jungkook and his noona were the very definition of, that escalated quickly, and some small part of him was thinking that maybe he should calm down, but now that most of him was getting the best, most passionate kisses ever (to both heads from two different kinds of lips, nice), he didn’t mind all that much. His pecs presently being oiled up on a secret livestream to paying customers was simply the natural progression of things.

Yup.

For sure.

He gasped as his shirt was yanked out of his pants, the sides being thrown open rather prettily (she thought of every detail, in story and on film, and all of it was making him very horny, per usual), and her arms snaked out from behind his shoulders, pouring the liquid from a small, unmarked plastic bottle, splashing down his chest and soaking the crotch of his thin pants. He had questioned earlier why he was wearing such brightly-colored, clingy fabric. Sure, it would show up nicely against the black metal of the chair and show off his muscular thighs, but now the why was blaringly obvious. The fabric darkened in the places it was drenched, sticking to his strained inner thighs and bulging erection.

She always scolded him not to look at the monitor, so instead he looked at the big mirror behind the camera.

Did he mention that his number of kinks was getting out of control?

His eyes followed her movement – her fingers sliding down his abs, toying with the waistband of his pants, not going under, denying him and putting on a show. Indeed, she reached down there to compare her hand size to the massive tent in his pants. Pretty impressive, per usual (she said that a lot and Jungkook would be lying if he said that it didn’t massively stroke his... ego).

She spread her index and middle finger and pressed down on his crotch, molding the wet fabric right to his poor, enclosed dick.

Jungkook moaned, wincing slightly at the uncomfortable, squishy sensation of the fabric stretching over the sensitive head of his cock. Hell no, he wasn’t wearing underwear. Jungkook was making porn. What did he need underwear for? (His mom would not approve, but thankfully his mom had no idea he was making porn and he was not planning on having that talk, ever.) It still felt good, though. Anything she did felt good, even the slight rocking of her fingers that made his stiff length sway from side to side, sending sparks of pleasure radiating down every centimeter.

Those cherry-red nails lifted and plucked at the wet, clingy fabric carefully. It puckered and shrunk, creating wrinkles and snapping back to mold entirely around his embarrassingly hard, currently colorful, joystick.

He read that in the comment once and thought it was hilarious.

With a start, Jungkook realized she had used the handheld remote to zoom in on his crotch and abs. She had attached a handy little leather pocket to the back of the chair. Movie magic, she called it. Mary Poppin’s bag of horny horrors, Jungkook called it, because usually it contained very naughty things that fed his kinks.

His cock twitched in the monitor, standing up straighter, filling up the majority of the shot.

He could feel his face burn. At least no one was seeing that.

Yet.

“Look at this pretty dick, everyone. So big and thick because he’s on camera for you.”

Her fingers wrapped around his girth and smoothed out the wrinkles, spreading the fabric taut and adding more mysterious slick clear liquid that was not body oil, Jungkook was sure of it now, but he was too busy squirming and choking back his whimpers, watching his balls and dick get cocooned by a thin layer of damp, shiny, colorful silk, displaying the shape so obviously that it left very little to the imagination except the actual color of his skin which was probably dark red, considering she was teasing the throbbing head with her fingertips now, mashing the sodden fabric against the slit.

His whole body was shimmering with pleasure.

It was so very difficult trying to be a good boy.

Gasping shivers leaked out of his mouth for all the watchers to hear. He gripped the sides of the chair and tried to remain still. Jungkook didn’t want the picture to get blurry after all, but it was feeling so fucking good and he was trying to bottle up the extra mortifying noises. Doing both was proving to be the struggle.

He was losing the battle.

He tipped his head back and lewdly moaned like a man possessed by a succubus.

Not totally wrong. Jungkook was pretty sure his noona was turning him into a massive (maybe slightly narcissistic) pervert, bombarding him with his kinks and ushering him into the development of new ones. She was very enthusiastic about it and it was infectious. Also, deep down, Jungkook was a showman (maybe the greatest). The first time of let’s film ourselves was just for them. A little fun. He liked watching it back. She wrote about it. People seemed to really like it. Do you really do that? She teased him about it. He got annoyed and took a picture to get her back. A little peek at the inside of his shirt. He sent it anonymously to the blog, only to rile her up.

He expected her to delete it.

She replied to it with the caption, my partner in crime.

Jungkook nearly threw his phone into the next dimension in complete and utter shock when he saw it (in public, no less, he lived on the edge). He didn’t, because he needed it to read her porn and to contact her to, erm, make their personal porn.

“Noona! How could you! That’s private!”

“Of course, it is. That’s why they have to pay if they want any more.”

A joke at the time, but…

Again.

That escalated quickly.

Now Jungkook was trembling as he slowly, wetly humped her closed hand, thighs tense, the seat slick under him. Their monthly live play for their highest tier members. He would edit the VOD for later purchase. Attendees received a discount code to access it.

Er. Yeah. Jungkook edited it.

For…

Personal reasons.

Sometimes it took him a while.

Did he mention that he was a video editor? Oh. Right, his day job. He did have some life skills unrelated to sexual acts. He could wash dishes very well too. Excellent at doing laundry. His noona always praised him for his housework.

He liked that.

A lot.

“P-Please…”

Her hand closed a little tighter, taking over the pace. His torso rippled, soft whimpers of want drifting out from his parted lips.

“What do you think, chat? Should I edge him or let him finish in his pants?”

Jungkook felt his shoulder blades hit the chair but he was too busy thinking of the merits of both and watching his cock jerk in her hand. They loved the frustration. He hated the denial and therefore loved it. If he came in his pants, she would peel them off and show the viewers the mess he made. Equally sexy and crazy hot. He was passing out just thinking about it, on cloud nine from her suggestions and the steady, public jacking off.

Couple years ago, Jungkook would have been absolutely against such absurdity (but secretly horny about it, what, he was who he was), but it only took some reading (who would have guessed, not him), a little idea fed by some other avid readers (secret sluts, all of them, he was convinced of it, but he liked it, great minds think alike), and some very convincing, somewhat sly, overwhelmingly sexy persuasion from his favorite mouth (noona, obviously), then, well, fine, Jungkook was easy when it came to her, he could admit it, but she was easy when it came to him too, so the feeling was mutual.

He tilted his head back to look at her, vaguely aware she was zooming out slightly to show off his disheveled, borderline desperate expression.

“Noona, p-please don’t…”

She smiled at him, dainty torture.

He didn’t really mean it, but he couldn’t act easy even if he was.

“How’s this, I edge you first and then I make you cum after you show us how it feels?” she purred dangerously.

She opened her mouth just a little, the tip of her tongue dancing between plush mauve lips.

I hope I die with her pussy on my face and her mouth on my dick. We can definitely find some Viagra in the old people home. Or the hospital. Wherever we end up.

One would think that contemplating his mortality with a death sixty-nine would ruin his boner, but it did not. Jungkook did, however, have to bite his lip very hard so he didn’t crack up randomly in the middle of the moment. That was not the vibe.

“D-Don’t do that, please, I’ve been good…” he managed to get out, leaning his head back and looking up at her so only she could see his eyes. She could tell instantly that he was trying not to laugh. Her eyes narrowed, a wordless, the fuck are you thinking about, but it was her job to bring him back to the moment.

“What’s that, bunbun? You want them to watch your face as I tease you?”

Ah, yes, exactly what he needed.

One thing that slightly disappointed Jungkook when they had first met was that she confirmed that she didn’t like pet names. While he could admit the basic ones were rather weak and not very creative, he still wanted a little something between them. He liked the idea of pet names being a shared secret between him and his lover, but, no, she remained firm, you can call me ‘love’, but that’s it, I don’t like the other stuff, oh, okay, so he stuck with being annoying and making her laugh with his facial expressions while washing dishes. But then came Halloween, and it was dress up time. They were discussing with the live chat on what ears he should wear (of course, he had to wear the ears but he wasn’t complaining, fluffy animal ears were cute), and they narrowed it down to dog ears or bunny ears, letting their fans decide.

“But I wanna be a Maltese. Don’t I suit a dog more? Woof!”

Jungkook thought his barking was very convincing.

“I don’t know, I think you suit a bunny quite well,” she had said, tucking his hair behind his ear and letting her fingertips linger on his earrings, making him visibly shiver with pleasure. He learned to love it when she showed him public affection (read: get horny). “What do you think, chat? Helpless little Jungkookie unable to escape from my naughty traps. Silly bunbun, you walked in there all alone, knowing you would be trapped by all those ropes, but don’t worry, it will be a very fun playtime.”

Yes, the bunny ears won by a long shot, but Jungkook was not even mad about it. He put on those long white ears and posed like the caught bunny he was.

Tied-up, blindfolded, and with a fluffy cottontail buttplug.

Happy Halloween, right?

Maybe Jungkook should have felt ashamed about it, but that was the least risqué thing he did in these bunny ears, so, uh, yeah.

Anyway, she started calling him bunbun every once in a while, and it got him every time. So was the current action of pouring more slippery stuff on his hard, pants-covered dick, but, hold on a sec, it was feeling a little tingly there. A bit hot and cold, what the–

“Oooh, fuck!”

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and then he really felt it, a whole lot of what-the-fuck-is-going-on, even though he had a vague idea of what was happening, but, nope, that was impossible to concentrate on. His entire length felt like it was on the seesaw of sensations between hot and cold, between tingly and holy shit (yes, that was a feeling, he decided that right now), and it traveled throughout his whole body, down his legs and up his spine, to his shaking arms and rapidly falling shirt that he had completely forgotten about, leaving him shirtless, wretchedly moaning, and clutching the sides of the chair so hard that his knuckles were white. Fast, slick, tight pace, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, it was dripping down to his balls, slipping into the crack of his ass, and his eyes were rolling back, lost in the agonizing prickling pleasure. He had to lock his knees so he wouldn’t fall, it took everything in him not to fall, the hot-cold tingling crazy unbearable but so, so good.

Surely, he was getting bamboozled by this “body oil” business, but right now Jungkook did not give a flying fuck.

“Please don’t stop, please, noona, I’m begging you, please, please, please…”

She tilted her grip and the tight ring of her fingers began to rub against the underside of the head. Sloppy, squelchy pops with each stroke, creating the sound effect of fucking a wet hole instead of her hand, and his brain just had to conjure the picture of her spread ass and pussy, the kind of image where he was below her and she was spreading those juicy ass cheeks for him, strong muscles flexing and not letting him touch, making everything so much better and so much worse.

Yes, at this point, his brain could sexually torture him without warning.

Jungkook could say he didn’t like it, but that would be lying and he was not a liar. Also, he was a little bit of a masochist. Whoops.

She stopped, squeezing the head brutally.

“Mmmm, no, p-please, no…!”

Without realizing it, his head had fallen down, spotting himself in the mirror. His black hair a complete wreck, bright brown eyes shiny with need, unclutching one hand to grab the hem of her short dress and tugging on it, ruining himself even more with the image of slinky fabric pressed into juicy curves, the denied high coursing through him in maddening throbs, nerves ferociously firing, expecting something more, but there was nothing, nothing, just his poor cock crying out tears of pre-cum and soaking into the mess of his pants that surely would not be worn again, especially after he was about to orgasm in them.

And people were watching.

He could see himself in the mirror.

So good, ugh, all of it making him so aroused that he felt lightheaded. No choking needed (but he would never say no to a little throat hug from those pretty hands). His trapped erection was twitching. He was doing that. Putting on a show. He could feel it too, the wet silky fabric stretching and applying threads of faint pleasure from the pressure, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more.

He needed more.

Jungkook craved more, craved to show what he could do, what he could take. Wanted her to pose him, use him, display him like her most prized, most beautiful, personal sex toy.

“N-Noona…”

Her hand came back, drenched again with the tingly liquid, massaging the engorged tip, and he moaned, low and wanton, drunk on the moment, his legs falling even more open and rolling his hips into her palm, spreading it, watching himself, so slippery and so shiny, so many lights and a camera capturing his filthy actions, dirty bunbun, she murmured under her breath, and Jungkook vainly wished that he could be unaffected but he was not, too many naughty nights and soft coos of dirty bunbun turning him into a complete and utter slut for every orifice, every touch, every smirk from this one woman. He was just a complete hot mess of glistening chest, hard nipples, and silk pants molded to his dick, trying to catch his breath so he could beg.

“Wanna cum in your pants, Jungkook?”

“Y-Yes, please...”

“Wanna show our friends how much of a good boy you are?”

Was she going to make him cry for it or what? Jungkook found that he didn’t care.

“Y-Yes, noona…” he gasped out tearily as he felt her pour more liquid. She spread it over his inner thighs and balls with her free hand, still teasing his abused cock with the other. Then she tilted her body as she kneeled, letting the camera have full access to his. Wound her left hand around his length as the right continued stimulating the head. She got a little closer, and, oh, wow, he could hear the obscene sounds through the mic pinned to her dress, louder and heavier – his ragged breathing, wet-on-wet, and she was going to make him cum and then squish it against his cock, cover him in it like the dirty bunbun he was.

And he could look into the camera lens and see himself in the mirror behind it.

Dark brown eyes glazed over, biting his lower lip, tiny mole and silver ring flashing, whole chest tense and glistening muscles bulging from his effort to stay still, defenseless as his cock was being pumped at a firm, steady pace at the same time the head was being rubbed, knowing there was at least a couple hundred, maybe even a thousand, viewers watching him get wrecked right now, eagerly listening to his building whines and sloppy sounds, and he was going insane, letting himself think, I’m just your toy, noona, please play with me, at the mercy of her touch, in the headspace where he believed that he couldn’t do anything to stop the maddeningly slow, insistent touch, so helpless, trapped by his own free will, nothing more than a pretty plaything.

Jungkook did think he was a very handsome, sexy, pretty plaything.

What?

He was looking at his reflection, after all.

“A-a-ah, I’m g-gonna cum… fuck!”

The watchers couldn’t see, of course, so he had to say it, and that required him to unlatch his lower lip, letting out an embarrassing string of moans and cries, his shoulders flinching as he came, head falling back, mouth open, powerfully jerking his hips with every spurt that creamed down his twitching length, only for to be squelched back onto sensitive skin. Pathetic whines ricocheted through his lungs, tingly and warm and sticky and slick, his orgasm squished against his balls, his cock, his pants, the sound so vulgar, so nasty, so fucking sexy that he felt more dribble out of him, stuck to the silk, then unstuck and molding back in place, the mixing liquids attracted to each other, sucking it back against hot, shivering skin and coating him with his own cum.

He was a good boy.

He couldn’t face the audience right now, but he obediently lifted his trembling hips as she peeled his pants off, glancing down, oh, what a delicious mess, strings of cum and lube clinging to his thighs and purple-red cock, and Jungkook shuddered, addicted to the sight and her smearing his release onto his skin, covering him with it.

She tugged his pants off and nudged his leg.

“Show them.”

He should have been ashamed, but he unashamedly liked it, adjusting his trembling legs on the seat and kneeling on it, placing his hands on the back of the chair to put his crotch on full display, dripping softening cock and all.

Jungkook gasped as he felt his soiled pants smear against his cheek, wiping the strong scent of salty cum onto his face. Marking him. Viewers couldn’t take screenshots on this platform, but Jungkook was sure that people were going to the pause on the later uploaded VOD here, right here, at his sweaty black hair covering half his face, his panting mouth, and glossy naked body, just to gaze at him in sheer awe of how astoundingly filthy he was.

Get off to it.

He was going to, that was for sure.

She leaned over and licked his cum-covered cheek.

He moaned deep in his chest, crumpling a little.

Jungkook was weak when it came to her, after all.

She backed up and let him have a moment to the camera, still semi-hard because he knew it was still on. He thought about it, touching himself, but there were no free shows. He remembered and he was a good bunbun. He dared not mess with the plan, whatever that was. Jungkook never asked to know it. He liked the surprise, the thrill.

He did have a safe word, but he never found himself using it.

“Now, a little more lube, and we’ll shove something cute in that tight little asshole of yours.”

He nearly shot off his seat, except he couldn’t because it was slippery as fuck.

“N-Noona!”

Her tone was bright and cheerful. Sing-song-y, even.

“Sorry, all, please stand by.”

She pressed a button and the monitor changed to a cute tune with a colorful stand by for technical difficulties screen. In the bottom right corner was a small animation of his chibi self in bunny ears creating a little dust cloud in his work. Clearly working hard.

His current self was falling out of the chair.

“Please, wait, let’s t-talk about this–”

“Do you want the bigger one or the vibrator?”

“… D-Don’t make me choose, p-please…!”

“Or the beads, I haven’t popped beads out of your ass in a while,” she suddenly said, and Jungkook was screwed (in multiple ways), seeing the string of sizable purple anal beads curled around her pretty hand and entranced by her dirty words like he was caught in a magic spell. “You jack yourself off as I pull the beads out one by one, and we can listen to you count. If you miss one, I’ll push it back in so you can get it right.”

Which was why, after a readjusted camera angle and eagerly whimpering as she lubed him up and stuffed him, Jungkook was on his knees with his ass in the air, deliberating missing numbers so he could feel the sensation of the anal beads being shoved back in and out of his glistening asshole. He was using a copiously disconcerting amount of lube to masturbate so the sound was extra messy and extra loud. He wanted everyone to hear. His face was half-pressed to the floor, craning his head to watch himself cry out in the mirror.

It didn’t take him very long, which was disappointing, but it was very satisfying to watch.

He held out for as long as he could, even stopping his own movements and playing up his helplessness to get a few stinging slaps to his ass, getting it nice and red. He was scolded, as he should be. Bad bunbun. It made his overstimulated cock throb, pre-cum gleaming off the abused, purple-red tip. All the beads were jammed back in, filling up and stretching out his tight little hole, starting the cycle once more.

She poured more of that tingly hot-cold lube back onto his asshole and balls, teasing the space between them with her nails. Fuck, it was so good, he wanted to melt into the floor, rocking his hips in the air at the uncontrollable ecstasy. He pleaded despairingly, assuring her and the watchers that he’d be a good bunbun, he would. She hummed doubtfully, but began to pull out the beads again, forcing him to count each one, loudly.

Jungkook really tried to get to seven.

He really did.

He got to four and came all over the floor in a wrecked, fucked-out gasp, streaming cum onto the hardwood and making another mess. Felt his hips shake and the string of anal beads hang, because of course she left them there, a naughty tail of shame as she gripped his arms and forced him up, the lubed-up plastic balls hitting her thigh as he barely rested on her lap, not putting any of his weight on her, whimpering as she grabbed his chin and dragged him down to the camera.

“T-Thanks for watching…” he barely managed to choke out as she tucked part of his hair back, rubbing the side of his lip with her fingers, creating another mess of his cheek.

He was aware that maybe he should have looked a little pathetic. Ashamed at being used. At least some discomfort for his sore dick from multiple orgasms, oversensitivity, and freaking anal beads still sticking out of his ass.

Nope.

Jungkook smirked mischievously at the camera as she turned off the livestream.

-

“Noona.”

“Yup.”

“You can’t just put anal beads in my ass when I’m lust-drunk.”

“I think I can.”

He puffed his cheeks. “Noona…”

“What a cute pout.” She traced it, toying with his lower lip with her cherry-red nail. “I love it.”

He pursed his lips and made a show of it. Made her chase it a little, and then she planted her nail on his underlip mole, poking him lightly before leaning in, stealing a kiss. Imminent danger shouldn’t be so incredibly hot and so incredibly bangable.

It was not okay.

Unfair.

Not allowed.

There were more words for it, but Jungkook couldn’t think of any right now, words tumbling out of his head because of those dancing kisses and flickers of tongue, chasing them, chasing those plush mauve lips, that sly smirk, and that devious mind that held all these plans about all the dirty things that he could do. And he could do a lot of them. Jungkook liked challenges. It was pretty dangerous, pestering her to tell him what else she was thinking about, but Jungkook knew all about danger, and he liked danger.

“I love you.”

He loved his noona most of all though.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

To think this all came form a quiet little smut blog.

Heh.

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part ii halloween special

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masterpost

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Warnings: bunny hybrid!soobin, puma hybrid!reader, dom!reader, sub!soobin, soobin has a big dick and cums a bucket, super sloppy and dirty

Gif credit

Soobin didn't understand why you, a puma hybrid, were messing with him, catching his lips in a sloppy, wet kiss while your fingers incessantly played with his sensitive nipples through his shirt. But bunny hybrids weren’t knowing to be the most poised bunch, and true to his nature, he just sat there on the couch and let you work him up into a frenzy.

When you pull back from the heavy makeout session, a string of saliva breaking off in the process, Soobin whines and tries to dive in for another kiss but you just chuckle and swerve your head to side, making him miss and land on your neck instead. Not that Soobin cared or even noticed, his mouth immediately working to lick and suck on your neck, in the haze of the moment forgetting that he shouldn't be so carelessly marking a predator lest you snap and tear his throat out.

You don't however, letting the needy slut do as he please while your hand trails down to grab a fistful of his cock.

"My, my, what a big dick you have, bunny." You purr, giving it a firm stroke before you slip away from him and kneel down on the floor between his legs. Pulling his pants and boxers down, you grab onto his big, fat cock. "Bet you cum a lot too. Would you show me, bunny?"

And like a slut, he bucks into your hand, lewdly begging you to make him cum.

"Please, please, need to cum."

You stroke his long and thick length rapidly, your other hand grabbing his full balls and playing with them. "Yeah? Gonna give me all you got, bunny? Gonna show me how you breed the little does?"

He nods, and what comes out of his mouth is something you never expected out of the timid bunny. "Wanna breed you too."

You laugh, "What a brave, bunbun. All the blood must be rushing to your stupidly large dick for you to be saying that to me."

"Give me a chance." He cries, drooling on himself a little bit. "I can be so good for you."

"I know you can, bunny." You coo, twisting your hand around his dick to stimulate him to release. "Why don't you start by giving me your big load, huh? Can you do that for me?"

"Yes. Yes... whatever you want. Just please don't stop touching me." He whines, hips bucking into your hand as his thighs quiver and his balls tighten. "I'm close. I'm so close for you."

Suddenly, his dick erupts, spurting white cum all over you and himself. It's even more that you thought it would be, getting everywhere.

"Wow, what a good bun. So obedient for me." You lick the underside of his head, pulling even more semen for his cock and feeling it soak your hand that still jerks him off. For his part, he doesn't even flinch from the overstimulation nor does his cock soften even a little bit.

Grinning widely, you look up at him like you would eat him whole. "I'm going to have so much fun playing with you, bunbun."

And instead of having the slightest sense of self-preservation, Soobin opens his legs even wider for you and looks at you like bitch waiting to be fucked.

"Please let me cum in your pussy next."

[trashmultifandomblog]

ZATZ X -DEMIGOD-READER

fandom: maya and the three

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ZATZ X DEMIGOD READER HCS-

Zatz was all alone as a baby, he was already missing an eye and had lost his mother :(

That was until you were around

in the whole realm of the Gods you were the Only one like him

You kept him company and you made him feel so much less alone

As soon as he saw you he automatically fell in love

You were perfect and beautiful and brave and honorable

As the years grew by you and zatz grew up together, you were inseparable

When you two fought together it was in sync it was like dancing

Zatz was totally head over heels for you and did almost everything you asked (SIMP LMAO/j)

You were best friends and did everything together, you brushed each others hair, ate together and even though you had different rooms to sleep you preferred to stay up late in the others company

However as zatz kept his love secret for so long he feared he would lose you

One day in the mortal realm a young prince from a kingdom noticed how beautiful/handsome/pretty you were

He went up to you, aware you were a demigod so he showed respect, and asked if you would he his queen in this mortal realm.

you weren’t too keen on being stuck here married away from zatz so you refused politely.

After this occurence Zatz was scared he would lose you, he never considered the fact you could love someone else.

He decided to confess his love to you when they got back.

You sat down eating dinner, zatz gazed at you, which you though was slightly weird.

You asked “are you ok Zatz?”

And he stuttered unknowingly saying

”OH Y YEAH UM I LOVE YOU”

He went red, this was not how he planned this To be, he was supposed to hold your hands and make you fall in love with him you’d think he was a loser now.

”I know zatz and i love you too”

Zatz was very surprised , was he blind to your love or were you just very good at hiding it?

You made plans together, talked about the future and past until the time came for you to sleep.

You kissed him on the cheek and said

”Adios… mi amor”

And he felt as if cupid had shot him right then and there..

0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 TYSM FOR READING I HOPE YOU ENOYES IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT!

THERES BARELT ANY ZATZ FANFIC SO I DECIDED TO WRITE SOME MORE SINCE LOADS OF PEOPLE WANT IT

TY FOR THE NICE MESSAGES AND KIND WORDS U GUYS R THE BEST

LOADS OF LOVE! BUNBUN!

[littlepadika]

What would night time routines be like with the other daddies? 🥺 also I love you and your blog and writing!!!

idk who i've written about but i've been thinking about jack so much this week idk why. He's definitely into bedtime stories!!! 🦋

Warnings: DDLG, fem little

It started with him reading you books and adding little adlibs and plot tangents. You never minded. You found his stories more interesting than the picture books and with your big imaginaton you didn't even need pictures. Just your daddy's voice and descriptions painted the picture. So he started just telling his own stories, finding a lot of joy in seeing you hang on his every word.

In the summer he likes to pull you into his lap while he sits in his rocking chair on the porch. You gaze up at him and at the stars as he tells you the most fantastic stories all from memory. He uses your stuffies to play the different characters. Sometimes you draw him pictures to serve as backgrounds.

"And den what happened daddy?"

"well the brave agent bun bun invented a brilliant plan. He was going to go on a little trip out west to unexplored land. Hot and dry country. He had to find the desert fairy to cast a spell on the bad men and save the town. Everyone said that he was crazy." He raised his voice and exaggerated his accent which made you giggle. 'no bunbun ain't no one for a thousand clicks seen the desert fairy. Yer crazier than a road lizard if you think yer gonna find her.' But bun bun didn't care what people thought. So he packed his trusty steed wildflower (holding your horsie stuffie now) and set off to the unknown..."

"Den what?" You ask when he stops speaking, gazing down at you lovingly.

"I think it's high time you get to bed, little lamb."

"nooo." You pout.

"Hey... we can't have story time if you throw a fit at the end." He frowns though he's not angry.

"Sorry I just really want to know what happens, daddy."

"I know, my good listener. I promise daddy will tell you more tomorrow, mkay?"

"Mkay." You yawn. Jack gives you bun bun and wildflower back and you nuzzle against them while Jack carries you inside and to your room. He tucks you in and kisses you goodnight.

Somedays you fall asleep before the end of the story and wake up in the middle of the nght and run into your daddy's room.

"Hm? What's wrong, little lamb?" He'd sit up as soon as your pitter patter stops in front of the bed.

"I didn't hear the rest of the story! Daddy tell me now!" You crawl up into his warm covers. "Please."

"It's bedtime, baby."

"I can't sleep until I know what happens."

"I'll tell you in the morning." He compromises and you slip under the covers with him. You decided you'd wait and be a good girl. Sure enough you wake up and bring bunbun in to hear more of the story. You're amazed that Jack had so many stories ready to go and always thought of new twists to keep the saga interesting.

"Look papi I drew the wild west." You bring him the crayon drawing.

"Oh look at this! Keep this up and we'll have a full on storybook."

"No only my story." You frown not liking thinking of other people getting to hear your daddy's story.

"Of course." Whiskey kisses your head before hanging the picture up. "I think this will be a great background for tonight's chapter of our story. Thank you baby girl. I'm so proud of you."

You brighten up immediately at his praise, running back to the table to draw the desert fairy.

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[all-the-names-are-taken-aaaaa]

Lie Lie Bye

Alya sighed as she looked at the Akuma shelters Tv. She wished she was out there. The footage would be so good for her blog. It was easily the strongest akuma ever. Lila had everyone go to the shelter though. She was worried about her getting out and targeting them. Alya wasn't too worried. They took everything but her clothes and hid them after locking her in that closet. Plus they were pretty sure she kept the pin in her purse so she could not transform. Alya took notice of the fact ladybug had yet to show up. Everyone was getting nervous untill Chloe shreeks "that is Ladybugs kwami" Alya sighs again thinking 'when did that brat get here she was not with the class.' There was a loud bang as the camera shook then fell facing were the reporter ran. The reporter and crew are shown trying to free Marinette from a fallen building. 'Ugh why is it always her. Bet she would not be helping her if she knew what that girl had done.' Alya thinks. The Tv switches to another live stream. The fight is long and hard. Chat manages to defeat the Akuma. Tikki purifies the butterfly befor passing out. Chat stops in front of the reporter "Ladybug is missing possibly hurt. I have to go"

"As many of you saw our fellow reporter trying to free one Marinette Dupain-Cheng rubble earlier today. What you did not see was the brave action taken by this young woman. Marinette was seen assisting many injured people who would most likely have died without first aid befor the incident. Marinette saw a little girl that had been separated from her mother and mother and dived to shield her from the colapsed building. Now to the reporter who found her"

The reporter from earlier in the day stands in front of a hospital. "The brave young woman you saw earlier today is undergoing a life saving surgery. The surgery is the first of it's kind. It is extremely risky. It has been determined that the surgery is the only way Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng will survive. Marinette was injured protecting a young child barierly four years of age. I need a moment -"

The camera switches "Take your time Nadia. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a wonderful, amazing, and kind girl. I speak from personal experience. Everyone here at Tvi has her best wishes in mind. The people she helped are being checked on in the hospital. The child has only scraps and bruises thanks to-" Alya cuts the tv off. Her phone started going crazy.

"Chill guys the cure will fix everything" Alya sends to her panicking freinds.

Chloe responds "Unterly redicoulous. Alya you had a Miraculous. You know they have timers. You should-" Alya does not bother reading the rest of Chloe's text. "Quit trying to make us feel bad for that lieing traitor." Alya sends back. Then her phone goes silent afterwards. Shrugging she goes to bed.

It had been a week and ladybug has not showed back up only her kwami. There had been a hand full of minor akumas. They did minimal damage. Paris thanks luck for that. Two weeks and a temporary ladybug shows up. Chat appears less but on time for every akuma attack. The Akuma class have become outcast because of their behavior around the subject of the hospitalized hero.

Week three

"Are you sure you are ready to return?" Kagami asks handing the earrings to Marinette. "Do I have a choice? We are in the Akuma class after all." Marinette responds while making a jester to Chloe. "Utterly ridiculous they try to stop Mayrue they nearly killed ladybug and countless others." Chloe snaps out. "Once we get Hawkmoth we can bring justice for our bug" Luka states continuing a melody. They had all become permanent heros with new costumes after Marinette was allowed visiters. Now that she is allowed to leave to hospital they decided to meet up at her place. Chat/Adrian was invited but he could not be around Marinette for very long without crying. He had gotten better as she got proper prosthetics but originally any time he saw her mechanical, technological parts he cried. Now though Marinette looked and felt almost completely normal if not for the massive amount of strength on her right side. He did explain why he could not do anything to stop Lila and how much he regretted it. Marinette understood and had forgiven him but he had not forgiven himself. Kagami had to be held back by both Luka and Chloe as to not hunt down Gabriel for having Lila spy on his own sun and the fact Lila was blackmailing Adrian by stating one sentence from her would have him under house arrest was enough to have Marinette seeing red. Though the crying boy snapped both the girls out of it.

Chat running by the bakery yelling Akuma was enough to snap Marinette out of her thoughts. Kagami and Marionette went one way while Chloe and Luka went another. They had learned quickly splitting up in groups offered advantages. However not long after heading out Ryuuko pulls Ladybug down within sight of the akuma but also within sight of Hawkmoth. "Inform the others I will keep him busy." Ladybug explains.

The others quickly take out the Akuma but Hawkmoth is quick to make his move too. He manages to stab ladybug through her right shoulder. Marinette felt the pain as one normally would but as soon as Hawkmoth turned his attention to her teammates she pushes forward ripping off his miraculous. Chat rushes forward knocking Gabriel out with his staff. Queen Bee holds chat back and Luka holds Kagami back. Ladybug falls back just barely able to cast the cure befor passing out. Adrian collects all the things related to the miraculous and turns them in. The team decide to reveal their identities as to clear Adrian name and help with the lawsuits Marinette is preparing.

"The broadcast is supposed to air 30 minutes after class starts." Adrian was nervous. This was the first time he were coming back to class since Hawkmoth was defeated. Gorilla and Abby were their fulltime bodyguards now.

"Yeah I'm just hoping the principal corporates with the police." Marinette responds. Adrian nods. They enter the classroom. Many of their classmates say harsh things about the so called traitors but none come close to them in fear of their bodyguards.

When it comes time for the broadcast Ms Bustier makes it a class activity because why not? Only for the class to stare in shock at the the back row of their class. Marinette, Adrian, and Chloe continue to ignore their class as they ask questions. Ms Bustier tries to scold them for "not taking part in class discussion"

"Why the hell should my client disclose any information to a bunch of incompetent self righteous idiots who nearly killed ladybug!" Chloe's bodyguard snaps. Nino looks horrified. Juleka covers her mouth in shock. The pen in Nathaniels hand snaps. Ms Bustier looks taken back "My students wou never-" the door slams open. "Alya Cesaire and Lila Rossi are to come with us impatiently. If you refuse we will take you by force. You have been deemed a threat to those around you" The man said. He clearly was not an officer but the man behind him is. Alya yells something about diplomatic immunity. "Alya Cesaire and Lila Rossi you are under arrest for attempted murder." The officer states while the man beside him just looks exasperated. "We only did it because we thought she was Mayrue! We only locked her in a closet!" Someone yells. "A closet in a building you knew the Akuma was targeting. If she had not of sent her Kwami through the air vents the Akuma would not have been stopped. If she had not gotten out dozens of people would have died including her. In case you have forgotten the miraculous cure did not fix anything that happened during that time because there was not a ladybug to case it so those people are still healing." The man states. "She looks perfectly fine now" Kim says. Chloe takes off part of Marinettes mechanical are and "yeet"s it at Kim's desk were it breaks in two. "Life saving risky surgery" is all Chloe says while picking up and returning Marinette hand. "As for the rest of you. You will give statements then head straight home unless told otherwise. Your parents are being contacted as we speak."

Nino, Nathaniel, Sabrina, and Juleka were allowed to stay. Ms. Bustier had to leave for the day. As it turned out the only one that had any idea what had happened was Nino who thought he had convinced his girlfriend not to act on what Lila said. Nino had no idea anything had happened that day until that moment. He believed Marinette stayed to help people because that is who she is. Ms. Bustier is fired as a teacher and brought up on charges of neglect as no teacher or adult for that matter could be that blindof all of what went on inform of them.

Nino gains temporary Miraculous. Nathaniel becomes Foxie. Juleka becomes Bunbun. They all continue to be heros for different reasons.

The classmates directly involved go though the justice system. Those that helped plan or just knew about it were sent to different schools for troubled teens.