#yes bun bun for you

[clarethorngarden]

An audio of a Demi Furry consent narrative, written and read by me. Thank you so much @hornybabyyyyyy for inspiring me to do my own writing again!

The text:

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Morning sunlight plays across the small wooden table at the waterfront cafe, and along the seams of your light earthtoned blouse and black ass-hugging fuck-me jeans. You're proud of that combination with your boots you spent all week desiging. Smartly balancing overt signals of please look at me, within the confines of a safe, public space for a first time meeting someone in person. Despite your sexy outfit and newfound sense of determination, you're still quivering inside with butterflies a little.

Your friends have been dating for a few years now. Some have years of experience age-cheating at online dating apps. Some have had sex already, some with multiple people, and walk around like it's no big deal. More and more, shy kids like you are made to feel further and further behind.

But you're legal now, and you're figuring things out thanks in part to a porn blog that's helping you tell people about what your body needs and wants. And you met someone there, a much older male who sees you as a person, supports your interests, cares about your wellbeing, and is excited about your future. Unlike boys your age who want to send a dick pick instead of ideas for a cute first date at the cafe.

I appear first as a shape in the doorway and you know in a moment that it's me entering - tall, and wild. Bristling beard, explosive floral-patterned shirt making my broad chest look like a meadow for frolicking, the leather collar at my throat and pulled-back hair the only sign of moderation. Until you see my eyes. Two chips of aqua crystal, you suddenly freeze in panic, paralyzed, mind completely locked as I look at you. Intense focus, limitless hunger, the disciplined devourer staring casually through your mind and your soul and through your sex. You gasp slightly.

I immediately sense what I've done, darting my eyes off and away, embarrassed. 

"Oh, um. You. Are you Bun Bun by chance?" I ask, trying to find a safe place to rest my glance that isn't anywhere on your body, eventually perching on the menu behind the bar. Come on, she's less than half your age. You need to be careful or you'll overpower her and this all goes wrong. Please don't stare at her body or glare through her eyes like that right now. She is kind, and her body is soft and beautiful, just don't stare.

You say you are, and I tell you that yes I'm Clare, and it's nice to meet you for real. You smile.

I order my coffee, and you chime in "make it two!" in a way that I think is impossibly cute. You think it's adorable how hard I'm awkwardly trying to make eye contact, and how I sometimes seem to drift away while listening to your voice flowing over me. We play one of the cafe card games and tell stories. We take a stroll along the waterfront and watch the sun glint on the channel. You tell a sexy pun and then laugh as I swallow and touch my collar trying to find the right response.

When it's time to go, you look up at me and ask, "Can I walk you to your car?" I cough slightly and grip my collar again, did she just ask nicely? 

I nod. 

The heat of the day is growing with the heat in our hearts and in our bodies. A fizzy force of nature, a gravity pulling us in. As we walk you follow me more closely. I lean in towards you a little more. Our bodies need to touch each other, to feel at each others' soft, primal selves. Intimately. We're at the back corner of the parking lot, where almost no one can see us, where I've parked.

You suddenly bound out in front of me, and my gaze snaps to your bouncing bottom. You flip around and watch me stare directly at your belly, a line of it peeking out below the edge of your blouse. I take a step closer, and then another. You lean back slightly against the side of my car as I approach. I stand over you, you stare up at me. We can barely breathe, our bodies going numb and we both begin to tremble. The fire, burning us away in our own heat. I lean forward, you lean back slightly, pushing out your hips towards me.

"Can," I try to ask, our panting bodies need it! Now! Your heart slams in your chest. You've been quietly soaking wet since the moment I first looked at you. My member is rapidly spreading a drool stain across my own pants, straining me to hold me in. 

"Bun Bun. Could I. Just. Once. Bite you?"

You choke, short of breath. You whimper "Yes.

Please."

The second word hits me like a slap to the face and a punch to my stomach. Did she just say please? Saliva floods my mouth, I flinch to try and wipe it away with the back of my hand, but no, you asked for it. There is just moving now. Rushing myself up right against your body, reaching down and gently pulling the top of your blouse away almost to the shoulder. You gasp and look away and suddenly grind your bunny cunt into my thigh. I bend my knee up into you, wrap my arm around your waist and pull you in, reach down to your soft fragrant skin, open wide, and just once - 

Your vision explodes in a flurry of stars blasting and swirling your mind, flung weightless through the air. The energy crashes though your body and you push yourself into it, into me, into us. Smashing into an eternity of mindless, rutting, sex. The relationship energy of life itself. Your ears ring around you and you lose your feet. You begin to float.

You gasp as you suddenly come to, collapsed onto the parking lot pavement, bum scraped, back propped up against the car. I'm still holding onto you carefully, I tried to help you fall as gently as I could.

"Fuck!" I hiss, "Oh fuck, I am so sorry Bun Bun. I did not mean to make you cum without asking first! Fuck! I just wanted - I just -" what happened? Fuck! How could I lose control? All I had to do was to not overdo it.

You sense my panic and instinctively nuzzle your face and then your body into me. I drop down and sit next to you, embracing you. You scoot over into my lap and start to curl up into me. You pull my arms over yours to rest against your bosom like a blanket. Warmth radiates our bodies as we cuddle into each other, watching the sunshine glint on the waves. You make a tiny, satisfied sound. Then another. 

The peace of the moment gently floats along in the breeze.

Eventually we can tell it's afternoon, and we're slowly losing our shade in the secret corner of the parking lot. It's time for us to part, but as what? Friends? Moots? Partners? She just came, so we just fucked. Do you know how horny I'm going to be by tonight? How hungry I'll be for Bun Bun, edging tomorrow morning? Why is this already so complicated?

You turn to me as your body starts gently pulling itself up off of mine. "Thank you," you murmer from the center of your spirit.

I swallow and grab my collar.

[thefishywizard]

Kekeke!

[heartscrypt]

mfw im trying to explain to my coworker that having a paranoia induced breakdown is actually the most sane thing i can do rn given the situations i be in

bonus:

[soundleer]

alright, so jevin has wing huh? here's the real question, how well can he actually fly?? anyway, i love him so muchh, the way you designed him makes me wanna give him a rub on the back and wings-

ooh flight inquiry, i imagine jevin is able to take himself at any height he desires but simply chose to stay grounded

he although preferrably goes as high as the height of octave hills (one of the locations i made up for my au, need to draw a map for future refs lol) which is generally at 14ft

wanted to draw more of this idea but for now here's one (1) depiction of jevin actually flying and a lil bonus whee

yippeee!! 🪽🪽🪽🪽

[misandriste]

↳ amy elliott-dunne hair appreciation 1/?

[stellarbit]

Accepting Change

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairing: Crosshair x gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety

Summary: You've haven't had peace in a while. Too much change has you ready to flee Pabu without a word. Crosshair isn't letting you get away without a word

a/n: been gone a minute again, this is a little exercise to get back into it!

Well past the glow of Pabu’s golden hour, two hours beyond sunset to be exact, you typically found peace. Lately, though, your faithful routine of that peace became off kilter. Easier and easier it became for it to slip from your grasp all together until suddenly, no matter the day or how hard you tried, there was no piecing together that nightly relief.

Like so many others in the Galaxy, you'd tasted loss and the threat of the Empire constantly loomed. Despite it all, you’d carved a fragile, bittersweet existence out for yourself and tucked yourself away on an isolated planet. Its serenity was enough for a while but, as you knew so well, change was inevitable.

Some of it was good. Befriending an unlikely family of clones proved to be a welcome change and a delicious one at that. The loss of Tech shook you and before you could fully adjust the Empire terrorized your home.

Change was not your friend and yet you continuously navigated its uncertain currents. Knowing that vital part of you existed and not feeling the accompanying reassurance it brought sewed nausea into you. A nausea rooted in something couldn’t quite pinpoint. Something that brought you to Pabu in the first place.

Brought wasn’t the word to use. It insinuated a gentle carrying. Nothing within you nor the Galaxy itself brought you. You’d run.

You thought moving somewhere quiet and keeping busy would fix the discontent inside of you

Perched on a shadowed ledge overseeing the calm ocean, you sat in the discomfort of the anxiety and made your plan. The serenity of Pabu no longer looked the same as the day you’d stepped foot on her rocky foundation. All you saw, all that seeped into your quiet moments, were reminders.

In the distance you assessed your half finished starship. Parts were hard to come by, but you’d sweet talked Phee into expediting that process. While Phee never grew to be as fond of you as she was the Batch she’d brought to Pabu, she was your only option at the moment. 

That thought naturally nudged your eyes to the distant and still lit home of Omega and her brothers. Her remaining brothers. Nausea swelled in you and prickling dread drove your attention back over the ocean. The calm waters did nothing to subside the choking feeling rising in your throat.

Even this quiet corner of the world failed to shield to fix.

Curling in on yourself, you clasped your hands as if to beg the Force itself to intervene. “I have to get out of here.”

“And go where?” An icy voice cut through the night air behind you.

The jolt it sent through you nearly pushed the nausea into your lap. As you turned, you faced the slender silhouette of Crosshair. He’d been exactly as Tech described. Another thought that twisted knots into your stomach.

The man remained where he stood. He wasn’t pushing further, but in the same breath he also wasn’t leaving. You wondered why he was out here at all.

Crosshair hadn’t taken your attempts at friendship well. He all but bit your head off at every turn for the first few weeks. He did soften into some version of a gentleman somewhere along the lines. There were no vulnerabilities in the man though and whatever pseudo friendship you’d established certainly didn’t call for late night rendezvouses.

Blinking a pleasant mask into place you gave a light wave to the stars above. “It’s been so long since I took a trip anywhere.” You turned a wide grin on Crosshair. Your cheeks ached against forced pleasantry, but nonetheless wrinkled your eyes into a show of genuinity. “A little trip sounds nice.”

His eyes narrowed on your smile, scanning you skeptically as his lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re lying,” he stated flatly. 

Your smile flinched. “Why would I lie?”

“So no one stops you.” Crosshair countered.

“Stops me from what exactly?” As the balance between maintaining appearances and feigning ignorance tipped towards the latter, your smile faded.

Crosshair nodded in the direction of town. “Phee said you’ve been incessant about getting parts for your ship.”

Unable to swallow the expression souring your face, you turned back to the waters. So much for discretion. In a lackadaisy fashion you shrugged, “Everyone is rebuilding. I don’t see what’s so weird about my doing so.”

“Why are you asking Omega if there is a backup of the Marauder’s navicomputer?”

His prodding put an edge in your tone as you glossed over his question, “Can’t go on a trip without knowing where I want to go.”

“And all the cargo you’ve been sneaking onto your ship these past few nights?”

“I’m-”

“You’re running away.” Crosshair cut off your next attempt to deflect.

Annoyance flared within you, propelling you up from the rocky outcropping. Averting your gaze from his piercing eyes, you tried to brush past him. “This is ridiculous,” you mumbled, your shoulder bumping against his.

He caught you by the elbow before you were out of reach. You snapped your focus to him, aggravation crimping your lips. The two of you stared each other down for a few tense beats.

The hold on your arm softened slightly along with Crosshair’s features. “No matter where you go, it will catch up to you.” You could’ve sworn his voice cracked when he added, “Trust me.”

“What will?”

Crosshair released you and stepped back, allowing you space to breathe. Being intimately familiar with overreactions and the falling outs so often born in them he was trying to avoid pushing one out of you. Memories of so many avoidable fights with his brothers came to mind.

Sighing, he answered, “Whatever you’re running from.” 

Your gaze darted between his eyes as you realized you didn’t have the gall to accuse him of not knowing what he was talking about. What little insight you had into the sniper was enough proof that he had his own demons.

Shoring up your resolve you held Crosshair’s unwavering gaze. “Then I’ll deal with it elsewhere.” You shook your head, swallowed, and shifted your attention to the twinkling lights of town. “Not here.”

Crosshair grunted, “And what makes you think it will be easier anywhere else?” You didn’t return your attention, only furrowing your brows. Walking around to block your view of Pabu, Crosshair crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one leg. “You think you’d be better off somewhere alone.” It wasn’t a question.

As he’d done to you earlier, you looked him over. Whether or not his stance was founded in arrogance you couldn’t tell and yet it felt arrogant. When you offered no response, you hoped he’d give up.

Annoyingly - he didn’t.

Recoiling a step, you challenged, “Why are you here, Crosshair?” 

He stood firm, but his eyes rolled almost out of his skull. Shutting his eyes, he took a patient breath, stilling himself before saying, “Omega sent me.” He was clearly resistant to admitting the fact. “She’s worried you’re planning to go off on your own and that…”

Crosshair paused, eyes opening but downcast. His stance relaxed, arms dropping to his sides and he conceded, “She thinks I might be able to convince you to stay.”

Suspicion clouded your features. “Why?” You asked hesitantly. Omega wasn’t the worrisome factor, she always had a way of seeing through others, it was Crosshair’s willingness to intervene.

His eyes, usually so hard and unyielding, held a flicker of something less severe. “I stayed with the Empire when I should’ve left. I didn’t want to accept a hard choice.”

You paused, processing his words. “What was it?”

“Choosing to accept change and change myself.”

You were constantly having to change with things you couldn’t control. How could he say that? Biting the inside of your cheek you defended your stance, “I do change. Maybe I just want a change of scenery.”

He scoffed lightly, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his face. “Maybe you do. Running might seem like the only option, but it’s not the only one.”

"You don't have to decide now," he concluded, his tone returning to its usual sternness as he prepared to walk away. "But think about it. I’m not good at this, but I’m here. We all are.”

Crosshair began to leave, hoping to give you whatever peace you needed in the moment.

You quickly called out to him. He stopped, his back to you for a moment before he turned back.

With a heavy tongue you gathered up some courage to ask. “Will you stay a bit longer?”

He hummed out a little amusement. “I can do that."

tags: @bruh-myguy-what @baddest-batchers @jetii @hshfsjzjsgj @zahmaddog @heidnspeak

[glowsticcc]

i’ve been wanting to put sunny in different hairstyles since i first designed them and today i satiated that need

i like to headcanon that q!tubbo learned how to do her hair but whenever she winces bc he pulled a little too hard a part of his soul dies :D

[phantaloon]

inspired by me and a friend i bring you a realistic height difference between andrew and kevin

based on me (i'm 1.50 which is roughly 5'0) and my friend (he's rougly 6'2)

you're welcome

[bluerasbunny]

no i will not elaborate. not until tomorrow

[pastadrawstma]

Some art of @hisclockworkservantss TMA buns and @xenolinns cat!jon au :33

Day 22 of posting magpod art daily

[clownsuu]

Art block fucking sucks so

Poppet got pastries for the gamers :]

Hope you feel better my gamer🏵️🥄🥄

aWEE look at thembs ;;;

[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

[bun-parade]

I can't stop thinking about Sukuna forming a mouth in the palm of his hand so he can cup your pussy and eat it til you cry 😵‍💫

Fucker would be telling you how good you taste on his hand while he plucks your nipples almost to the point of pain. And then chuckles and makes fun of you for being such a loud, needy slut as his mouth hand starts tongue fucking you while the teeth graze your clit.

[blakbonnet]

Go read sweet submissive Ed being taken care of and cherished and pampered by Stede in Show Offs by @piratecaptainscaptainpirates ✨

[arcade-conspiracy]

The lovebirds on this morning.

[raddest-laddest]

ok. someone’s gonna have to come get my dad or i’m gonna tweak.