#bunny.drabbles

[danforthkiddo]

plss does evil baby daddy robby come to the first baby shower or just help set up?? i can see him helping put up decorations before friends come and easily waving away that he doesn’t /have/ to be at the party.. he can come back after and help clean up, put some of the gifts in the nursery..

ohhhhh he absolutely comes…. and makes all your friends extremely uncomfortable

evil baby daddy!robby x female reader, cw for cheating and mentions of infertility, oops i guess i made heather robby’s wife

you have the baby shower because your child deserves to be celebrated.

that is what you tell yourself.

your child does not deserve to live in the shadow of its father’s misdeeds or its mother’s mistakes.

also, because robby insisted you had to have a baby shower.

he tells you that he will not let his child come into this world having not been celebrated, despite the fact that he has a wife at home, completely oblivious to your existence.

so, now, you stand in a rented cafe, with some of your closest friends, pink balloons surrounding you, as robby stands in a corner.

as everyone attempts not to comment on the 55 year old man in the corner.

the father of your daughter.

who you had told everyone you had broken it off with.

you glance at him, and he smiles and gives a little wave. you shift nervously, looking from him to your friends to him again.

the shower goes pleasantly enough. you play games, eat baby food, measure your growing belly. your friend attempts to ask about him at one point, but you just shake your head. “can we not?”

you are young. too young to be pregnant with his child. too young to be rearranging your life around the shape of him.

the baby shower ends. your friends filter out slowly, one by one, as if reluctant to leave you alone with him. you know your best friend thinks he planned this. “he’s predatory, babe. of course he would.” no. he wouldn’t, you think. you’re too much of an inconvenience to his perfect, adult life.

he steps away from the wall, crossing the room towards you, presses a hand to your bump. “i’ll help bring the gifts up.” you protest. you know what this will turn into. “it’s fine, michael. i can handle it.” he laughs. it comes out mean. “no. you’re carrying my daughter. you’re not risking her to prove a point.”

he loads the gifts into his car, one by one. puts a hand on your thigh when he gets into the driver’s side. like this is normal. like you are a picturesque family.

you sit in silence, for the most part, as he drives to a house in squirrel hill north. your house, he insists. though it is in his name. you whisper. “you didn’t have to come.”

he squeezes your thigh. “why would i not be at the baby shower for my child?” you sigh and squirm in the seat. “you know what i mean. i know you have work… and heather.” he scoffs. “every patient i get is either unsavable, an idiot, or both. and heather… well, she isn’t you. and she isn’t our precious girl either.”

robby pulls into the garage, jerking the gear shifter into park. he gets out, opens the door for you, and kisses your head. “why don’t you go up and start a bath for yourself? i’ll just get these in the house. you should relax.” you try to pull away. “i’m fine.” his voice changes. goes flat. “i said, you need to relax. last i checked, i’m the medical professional here.”

you do not speak as he presses a hand between your shoulder blades and nudges you towards the door. “go on.” it is better not to fight him. because he gets vindictive and pretends it is for the baby’s own good. says stuff like “you’re not acting like a fit mother.” you trudge up the stairs, enter the large bathroom attached to the master bedroom, and turn on the tub faucet. you grab your kindle, a desperate attempt at normalcy.

as you try to enjoy your bath, tune out the world, and forget your friends’ horrified faces at the sight of robby, you can hear him loudly open the garage door. back and forth, setting gifts down on the marble countertop. you try not to imagine his arms flexing, or the way his stomach curves when he bends slightly to put them down.

the bathroom door opens. your heart flutters. “robby… we really shouldn’t.” he doesn’t respond. he just picks you up, wraps you in a towel, and sets you on your king sized bed.

his face is in your throat, now, teeth scratching, voice muffled. “you know, sex during pregnancy is supposed to help with cravings.” you do not know he’s lying. what reason would he have to lie to the twenty year old mother of his child. “my cravings have been getting pretty bad…” he laughs softly, your hand tangles in thinning hair. “i know. messaged me last night, asking if i could doordash you ice cream.”

he slots into you. you gasp as he establishes a rhythm. “said i don’t have to want for anything.” he nods against your skin. you can feel a rash from his beard forming. “that’s right. what my girl wants, my girl gets. nice house, fancy baby shower, ice cream at whatever time her little heart desires.” his hips snap into you. “said i was your special girl…” he hums an affirmative. “that’s right, baby. only my special girl could be carrying my kid. isn’t that right? that’s why none of heather’s pregnancies amounted to anything. cause she’s not special.”

you whine as he fucks you through your orgasm, trying to push him away. you hit his chest. “no more, mikey!” his hand claps down on your mouth. he speeds up.

“shhh, sweetheart. it’s better for the baby. helps with development.”

[danforthkiddo]

Dad bf! Titus catching reader trying to cook.

-🥀

titus danforth x female reader, fauxcest, vomiting at the very end

you don’t mean to upset titus.

in fact, this all starts with you not wanting to disturb him at all.

see, daddy gets mean when he’s in meetings. especially if anyone, such as yourself, comes creeping in, demanding things of him.

so, you decide that you would be sooooo responsible, you wouldn’t even ask daddy to make you your cocoa.

yes, that is technically against the rules.

but you think daddy would be very impressed.

a maid debates whether or not to stop you. if she touches you, titus would likely have her hand cut off, if she did not, he might well do the same.

she chooses to walk to another part of the manor. she cannot be apart of this.

the flame flickers. you clumsily place the pot on the stove. milk spills over the sides. you catch your finger on the metal and quickly pull away, but somehow burn your wrist in the process.

you hear a sharp intake of breath behind you and turn instinctively. that’s not a good sign. titus grabs your wrist, holding it up in front of you. “what in the hell has gotten into you?”

you try to stammer out an excuse. “just wanted cocoa.” he fights the urge to strike you. “sure. but there are rules about the stove. what’s the rule?” you shift awkwardly, nightgown bunching. “i don’t touch the stove.” he smacks his palm down on the countertop. through gritted teeth, “no. you don’t touch the fucking stove.”

you whimper. he seems to notice, and attempts to calm himself down. “why did you not ask?” you try to shrug, but it looks more like a tremble. “didn’t wanna bother you…” his thumb presses the padding of your cheek, almost hard enough to bruise. “never a bother, honey.” he leans down, eyes gleaming with almost rage. “but you know you gotta tell dad.”

titus wraps your hand, aloe underneath the bandaging. he kisses it. he coos at you. and then, he pushes you to your knees on the hard floor. “you wanted a treat, baby? that’s what you were so desperate for? well dad’s got the treat for you.”

you squirm, but do not protest, as he slaps his cock against your cheek. he does not show much regard as he positions it against your lips, then shoves your head down, nose to base with silver pubic hair. you gag, but he just pets your face. “that’s it. just like the baba dad gives you before bed. just suck. gentle. gooood girl.”

you feel your stomach turn, and so can he, from the way you gag again. titus clicks his tongue, right as you are about to spew around him. “that’s the consequence of not telling dad what you wanna eat. you end up like this, don’t you? and now your poor little tummy is all achy.”

sour, acrid liquid pushes it’s way up your throat. he hisses as it makes contact with his cock, then thrusts deeper into you, as if punishing you for your body’s reaction. “gotta learn your lesson, angel.”

[danforthkiddo]

rabbot n bunny!reader who gets rlly needy n they make her use a carrot to get off:((

rabbot x bunny!reader, robby isn’t THAT mean in this one

you don’t mean to hump robby’s lap.

well, you were perched on his leg, watching the tv with such concentration he wanted to flick you, wanted to drag you down into that hazy bunny fog.

so he slides a hand between your legs and smacks you over cotton. you yelp, ears flattening back, cowering. he pulls you into his chest, kissing the back of your head. “poor bunny got all scared, didn’t she? ’s okay. robby’s here.”

just the tone of his voice. his smell. it’s enough to have you pushing back into his hand, wiggling at him, trying to get him to give you more attention. he presses two fingers lightly over your panties. “aww, being so sweet for me.”

jack walks in, a grin spreading over silver features as he looks down at the two of you. he gives robby a faux sympathetic look. “bunny here burdening you, brother?” the taller man shakes his head, reaching out to tousle your hair. “nah. she just got a little excited.” he coos at you. “that’s not a crime, is it?”

jack puts his hands up. “certainly not. can’t have our pretty girl going without, can we?”

you thump your foot angrily as jack removes you from robby’s lap. “easy, honey. just gonna make this a little more interesting.” jack reaches into a drawer and produces a carrot shaped dildo. he suctions it to the middle of the coffee table. robby grabs an actual carrot and places it between your teeth.

you try to curl back into robby, but jack grabs the back of your tank top. “uh uh. it’s carrot time now.” you reach for robby. he kisses your knuckle, then pushes you gently to the table. you want to protest. want to say no. but you end up spreading your legs on the hard stone, and filling yourself to the brim. you almost cry out. your nose and ears twitch. your nibble on the carrot instead. “good girl” jack coos. “using what robby gave you. so smart, bunny.”

that earns a laugh from robby. you really aren’t. but he echos “so smart.” spurred on by praise, you rock back and forth faster, nibbling little by little as you do. robby gets up and walks behind you to stroke your hair. “such a needy little thing. so sweet for us.” you curl into him. this time, no one stops you. he continues rubbing your head as you bounce erratically. up. down. up. down. get tired. side to side. up. down. jack laughs softly. “poor baby is all frazzled. that’s okay. our sweet angel.”

it doesn’t take long for you to start tensing. rocking back and forth and back. you whine, trying to communicate through the carrot. jack smiles wide. “aw, she’s about to cum, isn’t she?” robby looks down and presses a thumb to your cheek. “c’mon, sweetheart. know you got it in you.” you speed up, toes curling from the pressure in your tummy. you slow down. robby’s hand pushes you back down onto the dildo.

“bunny needs another, doesn’t she?”

[danforthkiddo]

Bunny! Reader bringing Sammy lunch and a rookie cop flirting with her and she being a dumb bunny thinks he’s just being nice

sammy bryant x reader, bunny reader, cw: piss for a moment i’m so sorry i couldn’t help it

you just wanted to bring him lunch.

you had packed it yourself! even though sammy says not to touch the stove… “you’re just too silly, bunny. you’ll hurt yourself.” still, you did. you cooked, burned a finger, cried, and packed it in a pink tupperware. you wanna see him at work, obviously!

now, as you stand in the station, holding a brown paper bag, a man named steve towers over you. you gleam happily, ears twitching back as he puts a thumb to your face. “sweet little thing. whatcha doing in a police station?” you smile shyly. “’m here for my sammy!”

your hands fidget at the hem of your too short skirt. you tend to get nervous without sammy. he says that’s normal. “bunny brain,” he calls it “too used to being prey.” steve laughs. “can’t imagine what bryant did to deserve all this waiting at home.” you brighten. “oh! he’s amazing. he takes care of me and cooks and washes me and plays with me and gives me water and—”

sammy presses a hand to your shoulder. you know his touch by heart. “why’re you talking to him, bunny?” your eyes dart up, studying him. he doesn’t look happy. not the way he does when he bends you over the desk. when you reach your hand back to touch him and he pins it to your back. “oh, he was just being nice while i waited!” he cocks a brow, glaring at the other officer. “moving on my girl, rookie?” the younger man straightens, shakes her head. “no, sir.” sammy’s jaw clicks. “better.”

a large hand circles your wrist, and you try to hold up the bag of food. “sammy! i made you food, and—” he doesn’t acknowledge it. just drags you along into the evidence room. “you know he was fucking flirting with you, don’t you?” you shake your head, tears pooling in your eyes. “no, i didn’t! i swear! never wanna make you upset!” his eyes darken. “’s okay, honey. you’re gonna make it up to me, aren’t you?” you nod fervently, pressing your palms against the wall when he turns you around. “anything, sammy. i’ll do anything!”

you hear the sound of his belt unbuckle, hit the floor. for a moment, you think he’s gonna punish you. a small spurt of piss runs down your leg. he sighs, stroking your head. “so jumpy. relax. not gonna hurt you, baby. just gotta have what’s mine.”

the fat head of his cock nudges against your pussy. your eyes screw shut, tightening yourself involuntarily. his head hits your shoulder. “fuck… my dumb little bunny.” your heart soars. he laughs, “yeah, you like being called that? say it back.” he thrusts into you, your mind going foggy. “i’m your dumb little bunny!” then, because you cannot help yourself, “i love you!” he sighs, slides his finger down to pinch your clit. “yeah, yeah. daddy loves you too.”

[danforthkiddo]

Sammy Bryant and his bimbo badge bunny. But she’s a literal bunny. That’s it that’s the whole idea.

-🥀

sammy bryant x bunny!reader

the first time sammy met you, it was because a well meaning civilian found you on the side of the road. you were shaking and shivering, and they bundled you in a blanket and drove you down to the station. sammy was the first one to check on you. and you just kind of… imprinted on him.

sammy was fresh off the divorce with tammi. he didn’t have custody of his son. and yeah, he could use something sweet like you at home, waiting on him to come home, needy as everyone knows bunnies are. so when his partner mentioned having to call a foster home, he waved it off. “i’ll adopt her.” sherman, very wisely, chose not to comment on the timing.

now, when he comes home, he finds you, laying on your tummy on his bed, already wet. he’ll stick his fingers in your mouth for you to suck while he slides inside of you. “fuck, such a good little bunny. don’t know what i’d do without you.” your ears twitch happily. “daddy!” and, well, it’s not like he has a kid at home. so he growls. “hell yeah, i’m your daddy.”

whenever he sees his son for visitation, it gets worse. he comes home to you. pulls your tiny little tail. grabs at your ears. “never gonna leave me for a fucking photography instructor, are you?” you shake your head, wiggle your ass back at him. “all yours. all yours, sammy. wanna be yours forever.”

poor thing that you are, you get anxious when he’s out. he often finds you shaking behind his couch, having pissed yourself in fear. he always just clicks his tongue, runs you a bath. “poor bunny can’t control her bladder, can she? no, she can’t! daddy’s bunny is just useless. only good for laying there and taking cock.” but it’s said with so much affection. he’ll have you laying there, rubbing your hair, long down your back, scratching between your ears.

you have tantrums too! a few thumps of your foot on the wooden floor to get his attention. especially if he’s talking to tammi on the phone about their son. he always smirks. “bunny’s getting bold now, huh?” then he flips you over, roughly pressing his fingers into your cunt. “can’t even let me have a conversation with the mother of my child in peace. just a needy little thing.” you keen and whine when he makes you cum. “yeah, i got you. don’t worry. you’ll get off.”

sometimes he brings you down to the station. it always makes you excited. this is the place where you met your sammy! he sets you up at his desk with a carrot and a coloring book. you always somehow wander to the interrogation room, where he is shouting at someone he arrested. you always get needy. he comes out, curls stuck to his forehead, to the sight of you rubbing that spot between your legs. once the suspect is put in holding, he drags you into the interrogation room, hoping no one is looking through the mirrored glass. he bends you over the steel table. “pathetic little bunny. gets all hot and bothered just seeing her owner do work. that it, bunny?” you nod, head hitting the table in your eagerness. “want you, sammy!” he sighs, unbuckling his belt, putting his badge on the table. “yeah, yeah. you’re getting me. relax.”

[danforthkiddo]

Hey bunny I’d love if you expanded on the Dad! Bf titus doll universe? Like maybe how he treats her when she wants to get a degree or do ‘big girl’ things

oh….. well yes!!!

titus danforth x female reader, cw: fauxcest

you come to titus with the idea when he was having lunch. steak. extremely rare. sometimes, you thought he did this just so you’d see him with blood on his teeth. all the same, you came with a brochure for a university in the area that allowed hybrid programs. you weren’t stupid. you knew there was no way he let you live on campus. you shift yourself from foot to foot. “um, daddy? there’s something important i want to ask you…”

titus smiles, sharp as any shark, “anything for my little girl.” you gulp. you can do this! daddy’s not that scary. he loves you. he— “i want to college— there’s a program— hybrid, i’d live at home, but some days i could go to class and—” it comes out as word vomit. you’re cut off by a bark of a laugh. “honey, your old man is the most powerful man alive. you don’t need college.” he says it like it’s a slur.

you steel yourself. you can be a big girl. you can!! it’s possible!. titus stalks towards you, the light gleaming off silver curls. he pinches the flesh of your cheek. you squirm. “was just an idea.” there it is. you fold like a house of cards, too frightened to betray the only comfort you’ve ever known. he knew this would happen. but he has to keep his little girl in check. he can’t have you running around, thinking independence is in appropriate subject. his voice lowers. “you trying to make dad sad, baby?”

you begin to tear up. no. no. that is even worse than making dad angry. “cause from where i stand, it seems like you don’t appreciate how much daddy cares about you.” a fat tear runs down your face. then another. then another. he brushes them away. “gonna bring one of these stupid, ungrateful ideas to me again?” your face crumples. “no, daddy.”

he pushes you to your knees, which hit the hardwood floor with a pronounced thud. “you wanna make it up to daddy? ‘s the least you could do.” you let out a sigh of relief. “yes, wanna apologize.”

titus’s heavy cock pushes against your lips and hits the back of your throat. your palms fly up against his thighs. he swats them away. “no hands, little girl. just your sweet mouth. saying sorry to daddy.”

[danforthkiddo]

omg i've been thinking abt rabbot x bunny reader and they're so pervy with her😵‍💫

like robby is so out right mean and condescending always calling her a clumsy rabbit when she does something he doesn't like or pulls her ears when when she's trying to watch tv. Sometimes when he's had a long shift and he comes home to his bunny sleeping he takes her right there : (( she used to be a brat and complain abt it but now she just turns and kisses him since her little bunny brain is so foggy from his touch

jack on the other hand is so sweet: (( he'll always coddle and spoil her with gifts and affection he even took her to a sex shop to buy her special toys ! only thing is he'd put them within her reach when both men are at work and watch on the cameras as she touches herself: (( he even shows robby knowing she'll get punished when they get home

rabbot x reader, bunny!reader, mean!robby (but jack is definitely playing into it)

you can’t help it! you’re just a dumb bunny, after all! jack says that with affection, robby with a hint of derision.

you can’t help that you need something inside you constantly. robby sighs in the middle of the night often when you climb on top of him, rolling your hips over a very involuntary tent in his pants.

he likes to slap you. “bunny can’t even fucking control herself.” you whine, unable to see through the dark, the haze of your own need. you press against him, skin burning. “dada…” he lays back lazily, makes a show of yawning. “well, c’mon, sweetheart. we don’t have all night. dada’s gotta go to work and be a productive member of society.” a large hand pats your hip, all the encouragement you need. you furrow your brow and grab his cock in both hands, attempting to shove it inside you. “easy, bunny. easy.”

after particularly hard days, robby will grab you. even if you’re just on your tummy, watching a show, gnawing on a carrot shaped chew toy. he pulls you against him. you’ll thump one foot against the carpet, and receive a firm pull to your ears. you yelp out, ears flattening, cowering :(. he just flicks your cheek. “bend over.”

jack, on the other hand, lives for coddling you. “can’t be mean to her, man. ‘s not like she can help herself. just wired that way.” he holds you in his lap, toying with your clit. “you’re built to be needy, aren’t you?” you nod desperately. jack pets your head, then shoves your face down into a cushion. “see what she’ll do if you’re just a little nice to her?” he produces a plug with a cotton tail at the end, swipes between your pussy lips, and eases it into you. you squeal, but do not fight. you whimper. give a little kick of your foot.

jack even brings you special treats. whipped cream. all you have to do to earn it is bend over and let him fill you. and you want to be filled anyway!!! sometimes robby will come home to you under jack, on the dining table. jack throws his head back, and robby points a finger at you. “look at what you do to jackie. now he’s gonna be all frustrated at work.” jack ruts into you, pressing kisses to your soft face. “such a good bunny.”

jack leaves toys out on your bed when he decides to pick up an extra shift during the day. it’s not malicious. he wants you to feel good! you take the rabbit, the plug, and use them, crying for your daddy.

it is not malicious when he shows robby the camera app, where you fuck yourself in full view of the blinking red dot. but rules are rules. and you’re technically not supposed to touch yourself without jack or robby supervising. robby unmutes the camera. “dumb little bunny. stay where you are.” your heart speeds up. you squeak. jack’s voice comes through. “but you looked so sweet breaking those rules, sweetheart!”

[danforthkiddo]

Do you think dad! Bf Titus would be pissed if he found his little girl smoking one of his cigars

-🥀

well yes he would be!!

titus danforth x female reader, cw: fauxcest, slapping

titus catches you smoking his cigar in the middle of the day. it is big and thick and you clearly don’t understand how to wield it, given it keeps slipping out of your mouth. he was supposed to be in a meeting, but gone done early and wanted to see his little girl. he clears his throat. “baby.”

you jump, easily startled. he points to the cigar, now burning in your hand. “whatcha got there? couldn’t be daddy’s cigar, could it?” you panic. “no, it’s not.” titus raises his brow. “so there’s some other man who smokes cigars that you’ve been stealing.”

you begin to sweat. daddy does not seem to be in a forgiving mood. you pout up at him. “‘s not a big deal, daddy.” critical error. his face goes cold. “oh, so i should just let my little girl smoke? that what i’m hearing?” you choose, wisely, not to comment.

he grabs your face in his palm. you shift nervously. “i’m sorry, daddy. just wanted a taste. ‘ve never done it before.” his thumb rubs over your cheek. “aw, you’ve never done it before? only betrayed daddy’s trust this once, then?” his hand cracks down across your mouth. you yelp, tears already pooling. he brushes them away. “no, don’t cry cause you got caught, honey.”

he picks up the cigar, turning it between his fingers. he hands it back to you. “well, go ahead. finish it.” you look at him suspiciously. he smacks the back of your head. “you’ll finish the whole thing. put it to your lips.” you obey.

four puffs in, you start to cough. he laughs. “not so much fun now, is it?” your eyes water. “wanna stop…” he shakes his head. “not happening, baby. you’re gonna learn why daddy has rules.”

titus moves in front of you. he grabs your legs and lifts them. your hamstrings burn. your lungs burn. your eyes burn. he undoes his pants. “you’ll be pretty uncomfortable, angel. that’s what happens when you steal from your old man.”

he doesn’t prep you. doesn’t make an effort to try to get you wet. doesn’t even try to circle your clit like he halfheartedly does normally. he just shoves inside your warmth. you gasp. he grabs the cigar and pushes it down into your mouth.” you choke. “remember. gotta keep it in, baby.” you try to shake your head. it slips. he smacks your ass. “i said keep it the fuck in.”

he pumps into you. “do you think that daddy has rules for no reason?” it’s a trick question, let the cigar slip, get smacked. don’t speak, get fucked rougher. you opt for the latter. sure enough, he slams into you. “i asked you a question. gone all dumb, haven’t you? cigar smoke and dad’s cock in you.”

he folds over you, pressing you deeper into the chaise, skin dangerously close to the cigar. “you gonna fuck with me again, baby?” you shake your head fervently. he removes the cigar. your face has gone red from holding your breath. you gasp. “no, daddy!”

he kisses your cheek when he cums, wiping more of your tears away. “that’s my girl. she’s gonna listen from now on. no reason to cry baby. shhhh, shhh.”