Snowballs full body check up with Hunter Curtis 😩 pls elaborate I CANT-
he’s very thorough 😳 he even checks between your legs to make sure everything is okay:
“Daddy’s just checking, snowball, quit moving.” Rough hands pry apart your thighs once more. Curtis inhales deeply, your scent seeping into his brain. “Does any of this hurt?”
“N-No.” You try not to squirm, nervously covering your face with your long, floppy ears. “Nothing hurts, daddy.”
“Okay, now let’s get a closer look, gotta make sure you’re okay down here too.” He leans down, licking his lips at the sight of your soppy folds, “Aw bunny, you’re all wet…” His touch slowly trails down your heaving stomach to your core and he spreads your petals, “Can’t believe that little hole takes my cock. Fuck—your swollen bunny button wants some attention, huh? You want daddy’s mouth on your pussy?”
Drooling because all I wanna be in Curtis dumb bunny-
HE WOULD BE SO CONDESCENDING !! SWEET AND FILTHY !! I present: dirty Hunter daddy Curtis once again
“Dumb little snowball, you’ve gotta be more careful next time.” Curtis holds the ice to your head as you sniffle into his chest, your ears covering your face in shame. “When I tell you to watch for ice, that doesn’t mean run faster.”
“I know… j-just miss going outside…” You weep softly and snuggle deeper, like you’re trying to crawl into his skin.
“Poor bunny,” Curtis coos, “but you know why you couldn’t go outside, right?”
Your cheeks heat up, as does your whole body when flashes of the previous few days play in your head.
“What a dumb little thing—you just wanna be bred, huh?” Curtis spits into your open mouth “Fuckin’ creaming all over my cock, I’m gonna pump you full, baby. Make you into my stupid little cumdump. You want that?”
You can do nothing but nod mindlessly. A mixture of your shared fluids, drool and spit trails down your cheek as your mouth drops open in a silent moan.
He lightly slaps your cheek, forcing your eyes on his. The blue is deeper than you’ve ever seen, clouded with dark desire and hunger. He was determined to help you in anyway during this heat—and aside from cleaning you, feeding you and giving you lots of water, that also meant fucking you stupid multiple times a day.
“When I ask you a question, you fuckin’ answer. Got it? Or else, I’m gonna bully your bunny button. And you don’t want that, do you?”
“Y-Yes, daddy. Know why…” You shiver as his other hand rubs down your back, leaving a tingling trail behind.
“Gotta keep you safe, snowball. If not, what are daddies for, hm?” He hums and kisses the side of your head, “which reminds me, I should do a full body checkup on you just to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself too bad. Is that okay, baby?” After your confirmation, he smiles widely, already stripping off your scarf and mittens. “Good bunny. Let’s get you undressed then, yeah?”
It's been a slow hunting season, the snowfall more than the previous, and the wild animal count dwindling by the expanding cities. Curtis hated it, the nature being overrun by condos and concrete playgrounds, the dull grey and blurry faces tainting the purity of the snowy forest.
Moving to the wilderness was the best decision he’s ever made.
The winter air is crisp in his lungs, the breeze bites at his cheeks, one inhale followed by a quiet exhale, and he tightens his finger on the trigger but he freezes, catching something in the corner of his eye. As if his blood had turned solid and stiff in his veins, what on earth—is that a bunny ear?
There’s a loud shuffling from that general area, then the flock of birds on the nearing tree loudly flutter away—and the lone deer bolts with nothing but footprints and a disgruntled man in its wake.
His shotgun swiftly moves, now aimed at the moving bundle behind a bush. After a silent battle within his mind, the mass moves around the leaves.
There’s snow on your head and the tip of your nose, and most notably, in the fur of the crooked ears on the top of your head. Your body clad in soft, thick material, slightly wet from the snow.
Curtis’ stance falters, and you cower away, stumbling over your legs into a tipped over log and fall backwards, landing on your back. Curtis quickly follows after you, shotgun strapped around his shoulder, golved hands clenched in fists.
You stare up in a daze, arms by your head and legs spread slightly. Almost automatically, his eyes fall between your thighs, the area barely covered by the cloth draped over your body.
“You scared away my dinner.”
You squeak as he lifts you with ease, gripping your arm so tightly that you whimper.
His blue eyes trace your features, slowly dragging down your body to the mismatched boots. He shoves you away, “Get away from here. It’s not safe for people like you.”
You cradle your arm. “I-I live here, mister.”
“Where?” Curtis hasn’t seen anyone in a few weeks, the last was a group of hunters passing by across the river. Surely, he would have recognized a little bunny hybrid in the forest.
You bring him to a busted truck under a large tree. The cracked or broken windows haphazardly covered by scraps of clothing, crushes leaves and sticks stuffed into the smaller holes of the rusted metal.
You’re about to open the door, but a strong hand latches onto your elbow, pulling you away.
“Let go!” You wiggle, not liking his aggressiveness one bit.
“You can’t stay there.”
“But my things!” You dig your heels into the snow, but it’s fruitless with Curtis’ strength, he easily drags you along. “I-I have so many things!”
“Fine.” The sudden release has you falling backwards, yet again, landing yourself in the cold snow. “If you want to stay in that piece of garbage and freeze to death, go ahead.”
You frown at him, “Home is not… garbage.”
Curtis scoffs, rolling his eyes and continuing the long trek home. He’ll return empty handed and have to dig into his leftovers from the previous night, he spent all day tracking that deer only for you to scare it off—he wonders how the hell you survived this long.
“You think last night was cold? Tonight will be worse, and I can guarantee that you’ll lose your toes.”
You gasp, staring down at your boot clad feet, wiggling your toes to ensure they’re still there, and they are—but for how long? You certainly didn’t want to lose them anytime soon, or ever!
“Wait!” You jump up, racing towards him and accidentally slam into his back. Curtis grunts, spinning around with a glare, shotgun locked in his grip. “I-I want to come.”
“Now you do?” He leans down, his facial hair defines his sharp cheekbones and jawline, the dark brown contrasts with his skin. “What if I don’t want to bring you along anymore?”
You gulp nervously, blinking, “Then… I don’t know…”
He hums, eyes narrowed before slowly stepping away. He starts walking the same way you came, all while you stand there, bottom lip trembling and eyes welling up with tears.
Had people always been this mean?
Curtis looks over his shoulder, gesturing forward. “Let’s go, unless you want the wolves to tear you to bits.”
You quickly shuffle forward, tripping over your own feet before righting yourself next to him.
Curtis sighs softly, looking away before he said something he’d regret. He finds himself wondering once again—how the fuck did you survive this long?
hehe thinking about thath while im snuggled under a heap of blankets 😌💕💕 it's over once bunny!reader gets her hands on some knitting needles... not that she's particularly good at it, the first beanie she makes for curtis can only be called horrendous but it's the enthusiasm that counts!! 🐰💕💗❤️
AHH BUNNY MAKES BLANKETS !! BUNNY MAKES A BUNCH OF THINGS FOR HER COZY HOME WITH HUNTER BF CURTIS !!
"It's..." He holds it up, squinting at the holes and loose threads... it's horrendous, messy, and probably won't keep his head warm but it was made by you and you had the brightest smile on your face, "Amazing, snowball! Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
"Yeah! Tried to make matching scarf but forgot how to stop..." You gesture to the long strip, very very thin strip, on the bed. Curtis doesn't know what to do with that, maybe it could be a table runner?
He grins widely, wrapping you in his arms, and subtly dropping more yarn into your basket (you didn't know where it came from, you thought you found it randomly but it was actually a present from Curtis that was hidden. Why you were snooping around in the very back of the closet, he'll never know). "You did so good, snowball, are you going to make yourself something too?"
"Gonna make a hat. With holes for ears..." You preen under his praise. "Wanna have ears out and be warm."
More of mean hunter Curtis please! I can't stop thinking about him🥲
Readers all doe eyed, eager for him to teach her new things and he's just unimpressed at how less she knows and wonders how she's survived so far
the lovely sunshine x grumpy pairing !! He isn’t mean here though 😳 am I setting this au in Canada? Yes, I am, and representing those -30°C winters I've lived through.
Curtis lives in his own cabin, a little thing he made himself and it's furnished with secondhand pieces or things he's made himself. When he told you that, you were awestruck—he made this! He made this door! This bed! Even this lamp! You wanted to learn how to make things like that too.
"Like this?"
"Which is your dominant hand?"
"What is that?"
"Which hand do you use the most for things like writing, or catching something?"
You hold up one hand and Curtis reaches over and fixes the screwdriver in your grip, wrapping your fingers around the handle. "Now push in and turn right."
Your ears twitch as you slowly turn the screwdriver, twisting the cute little metal pin into the hole until you couldn't turn anymore. You sit back and gnaw on your lip.
"Is it good?"
Curtis takes a single glance, biting his tongue at the crooked screw sticking out a bit, you tried, you tried and that was enough he supposes. "It's okay. Now—"
"No, look closer." You turn the small box towards him. "Did I do good?"
He looks between you and the wooden box, you've only just begun this project with some leftover pieces he cut to shape in the shed and it was going well so far. He dreaded when you'd have to attach the hinge or centre the latch. "It's fine, it's good for your first time, bunny."
You jump in your seat, bubbling at the smidge of praise. "I'm gonna put things inside... Like rocks... leaves, maybe if I find a flower too. But so cold outside and so much snow—are there flowers outside?"
"Yeah, there's a few." Curtis rasps over the crackling fire. "You can put whatever you want in the box when we're done."
"Okay! What's next?"
"Grab the—"
"Wait, do you have paint? Would like to paint box too... this colour is so plain." You crinkle your nose, tilting your head as your ears flop, "So plain, like the table and chairs... need colour here, Curtis."
bunny!reader being pregnant and so needy for curtis’ attention and he’s just slightly exasperated bc he’s tryna hunt but she just wants to sit in his lap.
tagging along for his hunting trips, wearing his clothes and just tripping and following after him.
"Be quiet, bunny," Curtis whispers, craning his neck to look around your head. He shivers as your warm breath fans over his neck.
"Just wanna cuddle." You wiggle on his lap, rubbing your face on his beard. "Baby wants cuddles..."
He gives up as the deer gets too far, he's unable to see it through the thick trees and bushes covered in snow. "Baby wants cuddles, or momma does?"
You look up at him, ears perked up. "Both, and know daddy wants some too."
Since Bunny Reader is picking up Hunter Curtis hobbies I feel like she’d try and be tough like him at times and get herself into trouble. Like why can I see her waking up earlier than curtis one morning and leaving the cabin saying she will get breakfast today and then ends up trapped in a ditch somewhere Curtis finds her all bruised and cut up and he doesn’t wanna admit that he had a freakin heart attack but he did HDIEIEKE
OMG YESS !!
And he patches you up, being so unlike his mean grumpy self and tucks you into bed because, “you need to rest, bunny, little things like you should be more careful out there.”
“Just wanted to help…”
Curtis sighs, gaze drifting over the bandage wrapped around your fingers. “You can help by staying out of trouble or at least telling me you’re leaving—”
“You don’t tell me when you’re going out.” Your ears perk up.
“Because I don’t have to. I can take care of myself.”
“But don’t have to!” You were here for him! “How can we work together if not fair?” You pout, kicking your feet and Curtis knows if you were standing, you’d stomp on the ground like you did whenever you were upset.
“Fine, I’ll tell you and you tell me from now on but no more sneaking out, got it?”
You sit up, the blanket falling to your lap as you hold out a hand. “You no more sneaking—got it?”
Curtis’ lip barely twitches, signs of the beginning of a smile before he nods once, shaking your hand. “Don’t forget this is still my house, which means my roof, my rules.”
“Blah, blah—now can we have breakfast? I didn’t find any food to bring back before fell in ditch.”
Hunter Curtis snuggling with Bunnh Reader in her nest they are both naked and sweaty and she’s fast asleep on his chest after like ten rounds because she’s in heat and he’s not prepared to have to go again after she wakes up NDJDJWK
he’s concerned bc he’s obviously never dealt with a hybrid in heat before so he tries to keep you sleeping as long as possible. Lots of keeping your body cool (but not too cool), rubbing your back, belly, or head/forehead just dragging his fingers along your skin. he also can’t move at all bc if he shifts or gets out of bed, you are up all teary eyed and needy bc “daddy… where you goin?” and then you get hit with that same burning need and beg him to fuck you senseless
