#bunnybeaches

[bi-writes]

bee can we get some picture of your kitty cat

sure thing :D

[bunnybeaches]

141 s/o’s love language is bicep chewing

Price literally could care less. He’s been with you for so long that at this point he’s used to it. Whether it be laying in bed or while he’s working, you’re always nomming on that bicep.

”Honey I’m almost done I promise” John adjusts his glasses as he types away at his laptop in bed. He’s been working all night and frankly you’re tired of it, so you do what you always do. Bite on your favorite chew toy, his bicep.

“Oh dove you really couldn’t help yourself could you? Give me two more minutes” John just chuckles as you chew on his arm. Seems he’s just as stubborn as you are.

Now Johnny will chew on you right back. This man has absolutely no shame. Two playful idiots chewing on each other? sign this man up!! Will absolutely get turned on by this doesn’t matter when or where.

He’s wearing that shirt. That one compression shirt that hugs everything soooo perfectly. His stupidly perfect pecs, toned abs, and god those arms. Those biceps. You can’t help but take a small bite!

“Did ye just bite me?” Johnny stares at you with a dumbfounded expression before he’s tackling you to the ground. Chewing on your arms, soft tummy and your amazing thighs. “Don’t start a fight ye can’t win my love.”

Sweet baby Kyle doesn’t even notice you being silly. Thinks it’s something you do to calm yourself down. At the market? nom. Training? nom. Everywhere? nom.

“Baby can you hand me the list please? I want to see what’s on it.” Kyle looks at you but your mouth is on the bicep of his right arm. Not even chewing your mouth just gently resting there. He stops pushing the cart and moves to stroke your hair. “You ok love? The shoppings almost done then we can go home” He lets you chew or relax your mouth for however long you need.

Simon completely ignores you. You could bite him hard and man wouldn’t even bat an eye. Just like John he’s used to his silly wife’s antics.

Simon lets out the heaviest sigh you’ve ever heard. You really were trying to watch a movie (key word trying) and you decided you needed a little snack. No not that snack, your husband’s delicious bicep. Nothing not a word or anything after you bit down. Your husband just keeps watching the movie. Nothing can get him huh?

Anon i hope i did your ask justice! i accidentally lost it whoops

[cheeseatlantic]

our inspo for today is the lovely @bunnybeaches i HIGHLY recommend checking out their content, very good.

BUNNY LOVE 3/6

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Simon Riley is not a man who enjoys surprises.

He likes things his way—structured, predictable, and without unnecessary chaos. It’s why his life before you made perfect sense. Wake up, train, work, come home to a quiet house where the only creature in it was Riley, the German Shepherd he trusted more than most people.

And then you came along. A whirlwind of warmth and softness, all sunshine and sweetness. You turned his silent, orderly life into something loud and colorful—and despite all his grumbling, all his deadpan looks, you somehow made him love every second of it.

But now? Now, you were pushing your luck.

“Just imagine it, Si!” You’re bouncing beside him on the couch, eyes alight with excitement as you scroll through your phone. “A little bunny hopping around! It would be so cute! And—oh! Oh my god, it would be so fitting because you call me Bunny!”

Simon’s blank stare is a fortress of indifference. “No.”

You deflate, but only for a second before you’re shoving your phone in his face, showing him a picture of the tiniest, fluffiest rabbit he’s ever seen. “Look! Just look at this face! You’re telling me you wouldn’t love them?”

His eye twitches. “I barely tolerate the one animal we have now.”

At the mention of his name, Riley, who has been lounging by the fireplace, lifts his head, ears twitching. He watches the two of you with mild interest before sighing heavily and resting his head back down.

You scoff. “Oh please, you love that dog.”

Simon shrugs, which is his way of saying yeah, obviously, but he still grumbles, “Don’t need more animals.”

“But Simon!” You drag out his name in that whiny, dramatic way that you know annoys the hell out of him. “They’re tiny! They won’t take up much space! And they’re soft and cute and—”

“No.”

You pout. “Why not?”

Simon deadpans. “Because I don’t want the house overrun by furballs.”

You narrow your eyes. “Overrun? I’m asking for one.”

“One turns into two. Two turns into five. Next thing I know, I’m living in a bloody petting zoo.”

You gasp, hand over your chest. “How dare you?”

Simon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, the picture of suffering. “We’re not getting a rabbit.”

(i forgot where i pit my divider so fuck you)

Six months later.

Simon Riley, certified hardass, cold-blooded soldier, grumpiest bastard alive… is currently sitting on the couch with a tiny brown rabbit asleep on his chest.

On the floor beside him? Riley, their German Shepherd, is curled protectively around another rabbit—a fluffy gray one—while the third, a tiny white one, is nestled in your arms as you beam at the sight before you.

Simon sighs through his nose, staring at the ceiling like he’s contemplating every decision that led to this moment.

“Not a word, Big Bunny.” he mutters.

You grin, rubbing your cheek against the bunny in your arms. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare.”

He scowls but doesn’t move. Not when the brown rabbit shifts slightly against his chest. Not when Riley lets out a deep, contented sigh, his tail thumping softly against the floor. Not when he realizes that, somehow, despite all his protests, he loves these damn rabbits.

And worst of all?

You knew he would.

and boots and cafs and boots and cats and bootd and cats and boots and cats rate my rap for a smooch

[thegreatestscoutsniper]

i could take you over my knees

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[theorist-fox]

Simon can dry hump my leg but only if i can dry hump his leg back :’)

He'd do it on his knees, you'd do it on his thigh

[ilikebourbon]

Johnny has Ghost met your family? what are his thoughts and what did they think

Aye, he's met them:)

Spent Christmas together and managed to drag him along. Dinnae ken his true thoughts about them and not sure if I want to haha

-johnny

[lay-z]

i’m so sorry that happened hun take a break if you need to lysm🤍🤍

Nah, I'll quit for good this time. Thank you tho 🫶🏼

[ask-chiefkatelaswell]

😏

@bunnybeaches, the boys told me what these mean, especially the ones on the left.

[bouquets-for-fandom]

𝐴 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 @bunnybeaches

𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒙 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒅! 💐

[bi-writes]

i love her omg!! what’s her name? and can we maybe get more pictures 🥺🥺

i feel like saying her name might dox me lmao, everyone irl knows my cat and everything about her. just know she's an annoying pain in my ass, the most spoiled cat ever (single, no kids, tech bro parent, i buy her everything she touches, whatever she wants !!!!), and her and i literally travel everywhere together. she is great on long car rides or an airplane, so i take her everywhere with me, no catsitters :D

[bunnybeaches]

18+ Minors please please do not interact!!

this has no plot

Whiny pathetic moans slip past your lip without consent. Your fingers are griping his hair hard, as you shove his face deeper into your cunt. Not like you would need to shove him since he’s well..face first in it.

“Good lord Simon,” pants fall from your mouth, “Where did you l-learn this?”

Simon looks up from your cunt to met your face. His pink lips dripping in your slick, eyes absolutely pussy drunk, and hair messed up from you holding it.

“hm lovie?” he murmurs lazily since he’s gone back to lapping at your clit. “You really want to know the answer to that?” he sucks on your clit slowly.

No you didn’t. Truth be told this man was low key a fuck boy before you got together. You weren’t a virgin by any means but you never had this kind of pleasure before.

Stupid man and his stupidly good mouth.

“This cunts amazing isn’t she doll?” Simon laps and slurps like this is this very last meal on earth. Nose pressed right up against your clit as you squirm underneath him.

“Mm Simon m’ gonna..!” he works you through your orgasm lapping up everything he can get his greedy mouth on.

You look at him with those innocent doe eyes. “Time for me to return the favor..”

Lord he can’t say no to those eyes.

first smut isn’t that good but it’s ok pls don’t judge

[bunnybeaches]

guys cheese wrote this for me go support rn

our inspo for today is the lovely @bunnybeaches i HIGHLY recommend checking out their content, very good.

BUNNY LOVE 3/6

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Simon Riley is not a man who enjoys surprises.

He likes things his way—structured, predictable, and without unnecessary chaos. It’s why his life before you made perfect sense. Wake up, train, work, come home to a quiet house where the only creature in it was Riley, the German Shepherd he trusted more than most people.

And then you came along. A whirlwind of warmth and softness, all sunshine and sweetness. You turned his silent, orderly life into something loud and colorful—and despite all his grumbling, all his deadpan looks, you somehow made him love every second of it.

But now? Now, you were pushing your luck.

“Just imagine it, Si!” You’re bouncing beside him on the couch, eyes alight with excitement as you scroll through your phone. “A little bunny hopping around! It would be so cute! And—oh! Oh my god, it would be so fitting because you call me Bunny!”

Simon’s blank stare is a fortress of indifference. “No.”

You deflate, but only for a second before you’re shoving your phone in his face, showing him a picture of the tiniest, fluffiest rabbit he’s ever seen. “Look! Just look at this face! You’re telling me you wouldn’t love them?”

His eye twitches. “I barely tolerate the one animal we have now.”

At the mention of his name, Riley, who has been lounging by the fireplace, lifts his head, ears twitching. He watches the two of you with mild interest before sighing heavily and resting his head back down.

You scoff. “Oh please, you love that dog.”

Simon shrugs, which is his way of saying yeah, obviously, but he still grumbles, “Don’t need more animals.”

“But Simon!” You drag out his name in that whiny, dramatic way that you know annoys the hell out of him. “They’re tiny! They won’t take up much space! And they’re soft and cute and—”

“No.”

You pout. “Why not?”

Simon deadpans. “Because I don’t want the house overrun by furballs.”

You narrow your eyes. “Overrun? I’m asking for one.”

“One turns into two. Two turns into five. Next thing I know, I’m living in a bloody petting zoo.”

You gasp, hand over your chest. “How dare you?”

Simon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, the picture of suffering. “We’re not getting a rabbit.”

(i forgot where i pit my divider so fuck you)

Six months later.

Simon Riley, certified hardass, cold-blooded soldier, grumpiest bastard alive… is currently sitting on the couch with a tiny brown rabbit asleep on his chest.

On the floor beside him? Riley, their German Shepherd, is curled protectively around another rabbit—a fluffy gray one—while the third, a tiny white one, is nestled in your arms as you beam at the sight before you.

Simon sighs through his nose, staring at the ceiling like he’s contemplating every decision that led to this moment.

“Not a word, Big Bunny.” he mutters.

You grin, rubbing your cheek against the bunny in your arms. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare.”

He scowls but doesn’t move. Not when the brown rabbit shifts slightly against his chest. Not when Riley lets out a deep, contented sigh, his tail thumping softly against the floor. Not when he realizes that, somehow, despite all his protests, he loves these damn rabbits.

And worst of all?

You knew he would.

and boots and cafs and boots and cats and bootd and cats and boots and cats rate my rap for a smooch

[thegreatestscoutsniper]

i could be the most dominant person ever

Highly doubt that, sorry.

[keegan-askblog]

@bunnybeaches is cheating on you with ghost btw

oh? @bunnybeaches seems like you’ve got something to explain

[ilikebourbon]

i like my men a little older means they’re more experienced

Aye. Me too, wee bunny;)

-johnny

[lay-z]

i am absolutely loving these blogs

Don't know what you're talking about ☺️