#bunnybeaches

[bunnybeaches]

Dad!Simon who on Easter isn’t religious himself but will go to church with you and your daughter if you wanted to.

Dad!Simon who on Easter will be the Easter bunny just for your daughters sakes.

Dad!Simon who on Easter spent all night filling and stuffing eggs for his daughter to hunt.

Dad!Simon who on Easter stuffed said eggs with stickers, candy, and coins even though you said a toddler doesn’t need money.

Dad!Simon who on Easter makes two easter baskets, one for your daughter and one for you.

Dad!Simon who on Easter helps you in the kitchen if it’s your year to host Easter dinner.

Dad!Simon who on Easter hides eggs for all the little ones and makes sure everyone has an equal amount.

Dad!Simon who on Easter helps you clean up and sends everyone home before telling you he has a surprise in the bedroom.

Dad!Simon who on Easter gives you bunny ears and a tail and tells you you’re his little bunny.

Dad!Simon who on Easter stuffed you full of his cum, makes you hump him like a rabbit because that’s just what easter bunnies do.

[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

[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

[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 🫶🏼

[sai-int]

what about something sweet with those two? do we think return to sender simon has a sweet bone in his body?

YESS RTS!simon is such a sweetie pie!!!!

but he just keeps it buried under six feet of dry wit, bad habits, and a general air of don’t fucking look at me like that. but it’s there. you just have to catch him in the right moments

like directly after the events of in contempt, he pretty much just starts packing your things without a word. you hesitate—are we really doing this? are you seriously helping me right now?—but it’s not up for debate. you don’t have much anyway, just a handful of things that can be shoved into the four big boxes he somehow already has (why does he have those? where did they come from????)

and then, just as quickly as he showed up, he’s calling a car. not a taxi. not an uber. a car. and it pulls up almost immediately.

who the hell does he know that has a car on speed dial???

you have so many questions, but you don’t ask them. what’s the point? your life’s already a mere string of events —what’s one more mystery? so you follow him, because even though you barely know what’s happening, you trust him. maybe it’s foolish, but at this point, what else do you have to lose?

the car ride is long. longer than you thought it would be. you should’ve just taken the train. you assume he’s taking you to manchester, but you’ve never been, so honestly, who’s to say?

and he can tell. he sees the way your knee bounces, the way you keep looking out the window like you might change your mind at any second. so he reaches over—casual, effortless—and takes your hand in his.

in simon fashion, he doesn’t say a thing, no words, no dramatic reassurances. just his fingers tapping, one by one, against the back of your hand in a slow, steady rhythm. a silent, i’m here. you’re fine. breathe.

and maybe what’s happening between you two is still new, still strange and uncertain. but moments like that? they make it clear. beneath the tough exterior, the gruff words and the sharp edges, he cares. and that’s enough.... for now, ofc.

[ask-elsinnombre]

list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you!

(Just wanted to pass it on, helped me remind myself what I love about this world, just in case you need it right now <3)

my blogs? like omg i love 2. arctic monkeys 3. my new blåhoj shark from ikea!!!!! 4. my jellycat :) 5. the random conversations i hear from mourmons at this school lol. some of the people i'm supposed to send this to don't have their ask blogs open so i'll just tag some people that i remember most and have been close with throughout this time on tumblr :) @thelaswellkid, @bunnybeaches, @johnprice-asks @soapmactavish-blog, @sparrow-zayda @jeanzoriley-cod

[stellewriites]

lore time!!

tagged by @bunnybeaches but i lost the original post so i’ve had to start a new one :’)

tags: @w00lgathering @pricegouge @pricetagged @3amfanfiction @buttdumplin @tempfrangit @listen-to-the-inner-walrus @400badrequest @disgustingtwitches @gloard @femalefemur @dwarvenagenda @luvrodite 😙

[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

[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

[bi-writes]

bee can we get some picture of your kitty cat

sure thing :D

[thegreatestscoutsniper]

i could be the most dominant person ever

Highly doubt that, sorry.

[theorist-fox]

sorry theo match me please, i forgot the please

John Price because I like you bunbun

[ilikebourbon]

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

Aye. Me too, wee bunny;)

-johnny