#bunny theme

[caldoderuby]

✨💖🐇Me🐇💖✨

[issysh3ll]

Bunny Dividers

bc i'm obsessed with bun and fb!chris by @sturnioz

Please tag @issysh3ll for credit if you use any of these <3

more dividers & blog resources -> here

[topknots-trunk]

A bunny coord? For Easter? Groundbreaking. Dress: Angelic Pretty's Jelly Candy Toys Shoes: Antaina Cardigan: Mist Accessories: Topknot's Trunk and Egglien Creations

[dalgifilms]

🐰⃞❤︎⌢꒰ ⓘ ℬ𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖫𝗂𝖯 𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖳ྀི ꒱ ⟡ ◌◡ 𓈃 ᝰ.ᐟ

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[janschildhooddump]

Jan (re)Plays Today: Sweet Valentine Escape Room

Stay tuned for the detailed review! ♡

In the meantime, here's the LINK to the game for anyone missing it!

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john price would trap you with a baby. no questions asked. he knew the years were catching up to him. he knew that wouldn't be much longer before he couldn't pass on the price genes.

he felt bad when he masturbated, felt like he was wasting his boys. spurts of hot cum down his large shaft wishing that it was inside a pretty little things smaller cunt. his hand was too rough even with lubrication. he needed something with supple flesh that he could sink his teeth into and a wet pussy to stuff full. he wanted to feel himself impregnating someone.

that was where you came in.

you felt amazing, sex with you was something else. the way you were like a bunny when you rode his cock. you bounced on him, not slowing down until he wrung at least three orgasms out of you. he found it endearing that you could take him. and while cowgirl was fun and missionary felt classic.

if price wanted to get you pregnant then, he knew that doggy style would be the best course of action. sadly, that position was a little more difficult given your size difference. price the bear and his little cub, those weren't just terms of endearment. he was burly, hairy, but you were so much shorter that he couldn't easily slip into you. but things could always be modified.

he smothered you under him as you laid on the bed with your legs spread and price was on top of you with his cock invading your slick entrance. the feeling was different and the weight on top of you only added to the pleasure.

his mind was focused, as he worked himself into you. he slid in easily, little resistance from you. your pussy was greedy for him, not that price could blame you. you were just so perfect for him. he shaped you into the perfect thing for him. you were his angel, the sweetest fruit, the woman he wanted to carry his child. if you liked it or not.

thoughts of you dark puffy nipples, the waddle in your step, the complaints of back pain. how your body changed because of him, he marked you in a way that no other man could. price boys grew strong and were a handful both in the womb and out. hungry boys too, but price would happily massage your fat tits to make sure there was more than enough milk for his boys. might have a little taste himself, see what all the fuss was. the heavy milk on his tongue as he fucked his pretty wife.

no need to go out and find a job. price's got enough to make sure that your wallet and your womb were packed full. no need to worry your little head, just make sure the babies are taken care of and price will do all the thinking in the relationship. he knew your dream was to see your diploma on the wall, but he thought that a family photo would be much better.

hard to complete your degree when your pregnant belly doesn't fit in the lecture hall seat or it was feeding time for john jr. there was nowhere for you to nurse his hefty son and you'd in the end miss too much class because price would be keeping you at home to start on the next one.

"that's it, doll. that's my girl. she suckin' me right in. she know what she wants and she's takin' it. made just for, huh, petal?" he growled as he pressed into you further, his cock didn't slip out. he fucked you feverishly.

he felt you tremble as you came not once, but twice, back to back. price continued to fuck you, ruin your pretty little folds and let him feel as much as he could of your sweet sex. you felt amazing, only pussy price would want. he fucked you roughly with his hands pressed into the covers on either side of your head. you were too blissed out by the time he finished inside of you that you didn't even ask for him to pull out.

a good wife took every drop.

he soon after pulled his cock out, the sight of his cum sticking to your slick pussy lips with most of his seed inside of you. made his cock peek at attention once more. "there she is." he purred, "messy girl." he tipped your hips up and held them in his large hands. he dipped between your legs and played with your pussy. something to distract you while his cum slid into the back of your pussy.

now be good, and get pregnant <3

a/n: i don't know what came over me... i'm sorry

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[dollywons]

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ℯ𝓂ℴ𝒿𝒾 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝒷ℴ𝓈

🐰✿🐇❀ 🐰♡︎🎀 ˚⊹♡ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ 🐇࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ⊹ ࣪ 🐰🌸˖ ʚɞ

⋆.ೃ࿔*:˚˖𓍢ִ໋🐇✧˚.💗⋆ ๋࣭ 𖦹. ⋆ ˚🩶｡⋆୨🐰୧⋆ ˚｡⋆. ⋆౨ৎ˚🐇⟡˖ ࣪

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𝓀𝒶ℴ𝓂ℴ𝒿𝒾𝓈

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ ૮(•ㅅ•)ა ˚ᆺ˚ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

໒꒰ྀི˶•ᆺ•˶꒱ྀི১ ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡ ᕬᕬ ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ ᡣ𐭩 ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა ᕱ⑅ᕱ ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა ♡ ᙏ̤̫₊˚⊹♡ ૮꒰っ˕‹̥̥̥ ꒱ა ໒꒰ྀི ╥﹏╥ ꒱ྀིა ૮ ྀི„• ֊ •„ ྀིა ♡

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𝓅𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓈

[caldoderuby]

[divorcedwife]

bishop, knight, queen, rook

[gallusrostromegalus]

BEHOLD: THE HYDRATINATOR!!

One of the biggest issues I have at festivals is that even if I put like six new pockets in my costume, I still gotta hold onto my beverage, and frequently managed to put down and lose it anyway.

With THE HYDRATINATOR, I now have a suitably sized cupholder that can be clipped to BUNNI'S backpack or body harness so I can keep my drink on me and stay hydrated.

[daftpatience]

my fursoma is ever evolving

[anitalenia]

hi can you make some bunny and deer with pink involved!! if you can't, no problem, but if yes - thank you :)

credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 ( if you don’t like these please don’t hesitate to tell me 🫶🏻✨🌸 ) @bunnysp1ce , @zhenyiuu , @julesdesires , @liliesdiary , @tiamathh , @garfieldissocool , @cinnamonghostcrunch , @craisinsensation1029 , @livingangie

[puppycheesecake]

"Don't ever call me 'doll.'"

[bunny-jpeg]

better than home (kidnapper!simon) - you had seen enough horror movies to know that being kidnapped meant being on the news, being butchered, and being a cold case. but simon wasn't like that. except for the bruises he left when he took you, his touch had gentle. kind in a way that someone would brush their cat.

you flinched under his touch, but he just simply shushed you. "not gonna break a thing on ya, angel." that was his name for you. angel. he said that it was like you were given to him fro heaven, "if i do, i give ya the right to put a knife between my ribs."

it was unnerving to say the least. in the tiny home you both shared, locks on the windows, you had never seen a front door that needed a key to unlock from the outside. you tried getting out, but simon was simply so much bigger and stronger, that he didn't need to hurt you herd you back into a safer place.

"don't need to think about much anymore. safer here." he said in his gruff voice. you didn't know what kind of life this man had lived, but with the hunting knife on the coffee table, the well-used rifle over the fireplace and the old army formals in his closet. you knew that there was a story.

it didn't sink in till the first week, but you didn't have to worry about anything. you moved through the house on your own, when you scurried into rooms simon sometimes didn't follow. it was like he was bird-watching. keeping a close eye and admiring you. except you weren't exactly a free bird, rather a delicate beauty in a shiny cage.

you were surprised that simon had your favourite snacks in the pantry, even the same brand of plant-based milk you enjoyed. it was like he knew everything about you, and yet he was a total mystery.

"scary world out there." simon said, kept his distance from you in the recliner while you were curled up in the couch. you had taken a liking to a black and white checkered flannel blanket. it reminded you of the one back home, that you wondered if he just broke in a took it. he eyed you, which made it hard to read one of your many books, "pretty things like you need to be protected... bad men out there." as if this massive mountain of a man wasn't one of those so-called bad men.

you were in no place to argue. you still felt like you were in a spring locked trap and one wrong move would have it clamped down on you. that this was just some sick game before simon buried your body in the field behind the house.

"when can i go home?" you asked, finding your voice.

"this is better than home."

"are you going to kill me?" you asked before you swallowed the lump in your throat.

he shook his head, "no, ma'am. never." sounded like wedding vows rather than an answer. your curiosity only grew with each day. when you finished the books he brought you, he simply put them back in a bag and returned them from where they came from and came back with new ones.

"saw them on the shelf at the library, thought a woman like you would like them." he gave a curt nod as he dropped the canvas bag by your little nest of blankets on the floor by the television. you hadn't been able to watch television yet. primarily busied with sleeping, books, puzzles and notebooks where you had been writing.

and while it started a journal in the event the police found you. it had become more about fictional stories. for your personal pleasure. you thought about being a writer as a child, but the grind of corporate work in your adulthood seemed to dash that dream.

"next time." you said, feeling a little bold, "can you get some science fiction books too...." it felt uneasy to make any demands. he was your captor.

"well then, angel. be good for me then." he said, smiled under that mask. you looked over and made a face at him. you scampered off back into your nest of books and puzzles. maybe he was right, this was better than home. <3

a/n: this is unwell, i hope you enjoyed it. thank you!!

[opens-up-4-nobody]

It's been a long, strange year...