You spun in your seat and stared out the rear window, looking for any movement in the trees. Steve exclaimed his distress as Bucky swerved dangerously on the narrow dirt road and a second later you felt Steve’s slightly cool arms around your waist, holding you firmly in place as Bucky wove through the twisting countryside.

“Jesus, Doll, you nearly made me run us off the road,” Bucky cursed, eyes not leaving the road in front of him.

“Sorry, Buck,” you murmured distractedly, frail human eyes trained warily on the rapidly-shifting scenery.

You felt more than saw Steve shift next to you, likely looking for any pursuers, too.

The three of you sat tensely for a minute before you finally felt safe enough to carefully twist back in your seat, this time wary of jostling Bucky’s arms.

“Anything followin’ us?” Bucky asked gruffly, sending the rear-view mirror a paranoid glance.

“Doesn’t appear so. Seems like the dogs gave up,” Steve said quietly as he turned his attention back to the two of you. He went still then a second later, nostrils flaring. “You’re hurt,” Steve said, shockingly blue eyes focused completely on you.

You fought back the fight or flight instinct that was attempting to rear its ugly head at the hunger in Steve’s eyes. A year together and he’d never broken his promise of never hurting you or Bucky and you weren’t about to let his being a vampire stop you from liking the man.

A quick pat down ended with you hissing in pain as your hand met your forearm. Sure enough, your hand came away red with tacky half-dried blood. You didn’t miss the way Steve’s eyes tracked your arm as you turned it so you could see the somewhat worrisome gash painting your sleeve red.

“You alright there, pal?” Bucky asked sharply over your head. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was likely shooting Steve a cold, assessing look.

Steve gulped audibly and nodded, gaze flicking up from you to Bucky and back down again. “‘M alright. Should get that patched up soon, though,” he said shakily.

“Is it a bite?” Bucky asked tersely, worry seeping into his voice.

You studied the wound carefully and tried your best to remember the fight that had gone south for the three of you so quickly. You were pretty sure you’d remember getting bitten by a werewolf, though. “Think it’s just a scratch.”

Bucky shifted restlessly beside you and you were surprised when Steve gently took your arm and looked at the cut closely, brows pulled low over his eyes and jaw clenched tightly.

“Steve...” Bucky said quietly, warning in his voice.

“’M okay,” Steve breathed, coiled tightly as a spring.

In a show of trust you turned away from Steve as he assessed your arm and ran your free hand through Bucky’s long, windblown hair. Some of the tension leaked out of his shoulders at the touch and you smiled fondly at him. “Thanks for worrying about me, Bucky.”

He looked a little bit too much like a pleased cat as your fingernails scraped gently at his scalp, the glance of his grey-blue eyes holding nothing but adoration. “It’s my job to worry about you. Both of you,” he said quietly, gaze sliding to Steve, who was still staring at your wound with an intensity that likely would have scared you a year ago.

Both you and Bucky twitched at the sound of ripping fabric and you turned back to look at Steve, surprised to find him ripping a long strip off his shirt off. You raised an eyebrow but a second later he was carefully wrapping it around the wound on your arm, giving you an apologetic glance as you hissed in pain as the cotton met the open wound.

“Not a bite,” he reaffirmed. “We can clean it up proper later, but it’s more important to stop the bleeding now,” Steve said calmly, as though his pupils weren’t blown wide with lust and longing from the scent saturating the car.

“Thanks Stevie,” you said with a smile, leaning up to peck him on the cheek. Your smile only widened as his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink and he suddenly looked taken aback, not at all like the deadly creature of the night that he was. He glanced away and, now that Bucky was going a much more reasonable speed, rolled down the window. “Tasha’s is closest. We should stop there.”

Bucky nodded along to that idea, giving you another inconspicuous glance that you only noticed because you’d long since taken notice of his ticks. Unlike Steve, Bucky’s affection wasn’t as large or grand, but obvious in the small things he did; gentle touches, watchful gazes, unwavering loyalty, extreme appreciation of your cooking (pies, specifically, got the most love).

Natasha was one of the few hunters who would still tolerate your presences. The entire hunter community hadn’t taken kindly to Bucky working with a “bloodsucker” and, of course, you’d gotten a share of the hate, too. Many of his old contacts wouldn’t even pick up his calls and more than one had threatened to shoot him, you, and Steve on sight if they saw you.

There were others, of course. Bucky had saved Thor’s life a few years back and the big blond hunter vowed to help his savior, no matter the company he kept. Bruce said he didn’t really care either way and Bucky had said, darkly, that he was thankful that, out of everyone, Bruce was someone who hadn’t turned on them. You couldn’t fathom why; for a hunter, Banner was mild-mannered, intelligent, and not all that dangerous-looking. The most confusing might have been Sam, though. He and Bucky hated each other with a passion, but he still allowed the three of you in his house whenever the need arose. Clint offered backup but didn’t allow any of you anywhere near his house. In fact, none of you knew where it was. Tony was an eccentric hunter contact who seemed more fascinated by Steve- and, specifically, your and Bucky’s relationship to him- than afraid or disgusted. He asked a lot of questions (talking a mile a minute while he did so), and always rewarded you for his endless prodding with whatever reagents the three of you asked for.

However, they were the minority. Not to mention most other vampires hated Steve for staying with you and Bucky. Vampires liked to stay in nests together, after all. They generally treated humans like food, not sentient beings. That one of their own would stay with two humans and even hunt their own kind? Well, the three of you had a trunk full of more axes and machetes than one would find in a knife store.

So it was essentially the three of you against the world.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’m gonna take a nap,” you muttered, moving to crawl into the back seat.

“No you don’t,” Bucky said instantly, taking his eyes off the road long enough to glare at you.

“Bucky!” you whined pathetically. You were so tired... and you hadn’t lost that much blood.

“Bucky’s right, Sweetheart,” Steve said gently.

You turned to look at him, betrayed, but he only smiled kindly at you. “Not you too,” you moaned despairingly, head hung low.

“Then how about we make a deal.” You were surprised when Steve reached for your bloody hand and pulled it close to his face. Bucky tensed next to you, wary and watchful but trusting in Steve’s self control.

His pink tongue darted out and licked a long line up your index finger. The effect was instantaneous: black overtook his eyes and his fangs shot out, but he stayed very still, holding your hand gently in his.

Heat shot straight to your face at the naked wanting in his eyes, but you stayed as calm as you could, not wanting to give into any instincts that would instantly mark you as “prey” to his base vampire nature.

He closed his eyes as he licked slowly up your middle finger, a low sound of pleasure rumbling in his chest.

Next to you, Bucky made a tiny strangled noise but he kept quiet and still, not wanting to interrupt or threaten Steve while he was eating.

“I’m listening,” you said, but your voice failed and it came out as a whisper instead.

Steve’s unearthly glowing blue eyes fixed on yours again and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “You stay awake for the ride to Natasha’s-” a pause as his bloodstained tongue lapped at your ring finger. A shudder ran down your spine and the corner of his lips tilted up. “-You let her check your arm out-” You stayed deathly still as the took your pinky in his mouth, fighting back a shiver of fear and pleasure as his fangs brushed ever-so-lightly against your skin. But a second later it was out of his mouth, now as clean as the others. “-And Bucky and I make you feel real good?” He mouthed wet kisses to your palm, tongue darting out to lap at the sticky blood. From the way his eyes closed and he sighed, he was clearly enjoying himself.

You felt yourself drawn closer to him, loving the way you could make him feel. It was a powerful, heady feeling knowing how you affected him. You knew that making him feel good would feel good for you too, and-

“That’s enough of that!” A metal fist sailed over your head and struck Steve upside the head. It Bucky had been punching a human it would have easily knocked them out, but Steve’s head merely whipped to the side for a second. He blinked a few times, expression a bit blank, and a second later the black of his eyes retreated to its usual white and his fangs receded slowly.

He glanced sheepishly at you, once again looking anything but the large, dangerous predator he was. “Sorry...” he muttered, subconsciously running a hand through his bangs as his gaze drifted to the floor of the car.

A wry smirk lit up your face. “I’ll only be angry if you don’t hold up your end of the bargain later.”

Steve’s head whipped up so quickly it nearly gave you whiplash. “You’re not mad?” he asked warily.

You smiled up at him and gave him a kiss that had him blushing to his ears. “Didn’t hurt me, Stevie. ‘Sides, how can I stay mad at a face like that?” you teased.

Steve, ever the debonair gentleman, stumbled for words and failed to find them. Instead, he leaned back and placed an arm over the back of the chair. You leaned into his side, smiling when your thigh ended up resting up against Bucky’s as you shuffled about. Without having to look you knew Steve’s hand was on Bucky’s shoulder, massaging absently.

“Don’t go to sleep,” Bucky reminded you gently.

You smiled and knocked his knee gently with yours. “I know, Buck. Stop mother henning.”

Bucky merely huffed an annoyed sigh and didn’t respond.

“Y’know, it’s a good thing you didn’t get bitten. I don’t know if I could kiss you anymore if you smelled like wet dog all the time,” Steve mused, not quite able to keep the smile out of his voice.

For his efforts you elbowed him the stomach, thankful it was your good arm. “Shut up, Steve.”

You were pretty sure you ended up doing more damage to your elbow than his rib cage and were rewarded with a chuckle and kiss to the top of your head.

Narrow escapes from a pack of werewolves? Just a normal Tuesday. Together, the three of you could do anything.

Or so you thought.

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In confusion, he neared his wailing prey turning you around by the shoulders.

His jaw fell open as he saw your characteristic features; the dark or blushed nose, how the ears seemed to be actually attached to your head, how you only wore scraps of brown clothing that did almost nothing to hide your modesty.

He was in shock, being able to actually be on the presence of a rabbit hybrid. He knew how expensive they were, and other myths said how female of the species were highly fertile and always aroused.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the hunter, legs tied with the trap as your hands flied to cover your falling skirt.

“Look at what I got here,” he grinned, hand reaching over to trail the curve of your upside down body. “got myself a pretty little bunny, didn’t I?”

Oh, the second he saw your scared little face he knew he wanted to keep you. Cutting the ropes, you fell down to the leaf-covered floor with a soft thud. He laughed at how you tried to untie the knots on your legs, failing miserably.

“Good sir,” you pleaded, your voice high pitched and squeaky. “please let me go, I need to go back home.”

He kneeled in-front of you, clutching your wrists in one hand as he scooped you with the other. He squeezed you to show you his strength, and you instantly knew you weren’t a rival for him.

“Dumb little bunny strayed away from her momma?” he mocked, tucking the knife on the sleeve as he started to make his way home. “We’re gonna have so much fun together,”.

You shuddered at his words because he was right, you did strayed away from your mother and ended up caught in this man’s trap. You looked around, looking for somebody to help you to escape. You didn’t even realized the big house that was becoming closer and closer in the horizon.

It was a nice cabin, dark brown and slightly scary but extremely well kept. He opened the door as he swing you over his shoulder, hand positioned dangerously close to your ass.

He plopped you in the mattress on the floor that was covered on fluffy blankets with the crackling fireplace in front, leaving the key on top of a shelf that was way to high for you. Bucky brushed the tendrils of dark hair out of his eyes, sheathing out of his jacket and gloves, his boots following behind the perch.

His azure eyes kept gazing over your body, which was finding warmth in the collection of knit blankets and furs. He found it adorable how you unconsciously smiled slightly when your wrapped yourself with the red yarn fabric, forgetting for a second where you were.

He made his way to the kitchenette, placing the kettle to boil water for tea. After he made you a cup, he sat down beside you in bed while giving you the liquid.

You drank it timidly as he stared at you gulp down the warm treat. When you finished, you timidly gave it back to him. He placed it on the bed side table and began taking off his sweater, hearing how you gasped loudly when you saw his metal arm. Black and yellow design of the vibranium, making you almost want to trace it; your floppy bunny ears peaked up as he also took his pants and undershirt, staying in just tight black briefs.

“Come ‘ere Bunny,” he demanded, opening his arms widely for you to place yourself in between them. When you didn’t obey, he pulled your wrist until you straddled him. “Just wanna feel you little thing,”.

He did as he said, trailing his hands down the curves of your hips as he blatantly stared at your nipples underneath the thin fabric. When his hands rounded up your body, he teared the cloth of your body. You jolted, slightly moving out of his grasp and finally realizing the huge outline that was forming in his underwear.

He grabbed your tits in his hands, chuckling at how the nipple pebbled against his palm. He pressed one between his cold thumb and forefinger, leaning down to suck it into his mouth while his eyes stared at you intently. You moaned softly, tears falling down your cheeks in shame, feeling his hands do the same with the fabric covering your ass and core.

His other hand dipped between your folds, rimming around your tight little hole that was becoming slicker and slicker at his ministrations. You couldn’t control bucking your hips into his hand, making his finger finally dip into you.

“Sir please don’t-“you mumbled, hands pushing against his pecs, but he deepened the finger into your heat.

“You are strangling my finger little one,” he mocked pulling your nipple out of his mouth, curling his one digit as his thumb attached with your engorged clit, doing lazy rubs. “fuck-c’mon little bunny, ride my fingers,”.

You instantly did what you were told, rocking your hips against his movements. He watched mesmerized as your breast bounced with how desperately you were humping him. In your daze, he slipped another finger in to watch more tears fall from your eyes. Even through the pain, you kept riding his fingers.

His metal hand slipped to your ass, finding the big fluffy tail on top of your other hole and squeezing it to make you whimper. You fastened your pace, eagerly chasing the orgasm that was rapidly clenching in your belly. You only ever felt this feeling those nights were you allowed your hand to trail down your body, gently caressing your little nub; yet it was never this strong. Bucky felt his own cock stir at the show you were giving him, feeling you clench down on his fingers as you soaked him down.

You fell against his chest, breathing deeply as he pulled out of your core. Instantly disgusted with yourself, you tried to move out of his lap only to be pulled down abruptly into his aching cock he had pulled out in your post-orgasmic daze.

“Sir!” you cried, battling against his wondering hands. “please stop! it hurts!”.

You cried in pain as you felt him literally tear your virginal walls apart, whining and trying to get away from as possible. He mandhandled you into another position without even pulling out of you, placing your body in all fours. Your bunny tail rubbed against his pelvis as his ring finger and middle finger dipped between your ears to shove your head against the pillow.

“Please sir,” you begged, trying to pull your weaker body out of his grasp. “hurts too much, i’m begging you-“.

His thrusts were harsh against you, the heart tip of his cock pushing into you at a punishing pace. He chased mostly his relief, but also wanted to feel you come around him. Each time you pleaded, it fueled him to go harder on you, to ruin you for any other men.

“Look at you,” he sang into your ear through deep pants. “taking my cock so well; you are gonna be perfect for me; gonna fill you up well little bunny, gonna keep you just for myself,”.

His words only made you cry harder, feeling his cock abuse your cervix and gentle walls. You could felt every ridge and vein on his fat cock. Your moans mixed in between your cries, your body betraying you with satisfaction each time he hit certain spot. His lips sucked into your neck, marking your skin with bites and new hickeys.

Grasping your tail harshly, he pounded into you harder than ever. It felt like hour of abuse, your little ears flopping down as your tail shot up. You clenched hard around him, and he followed near enough. Groaning and grunting like a beast, he came inside of your hole falling on top of your body crashing you between his arm.

He nosed your pulse, smelling your sweet scent of freshly picked strawberries.

Even in the darkness of the night you could see he had his triumphant smirk on, looking at you with lust and darkness. It seemed like his victory had made him forget of how you had escaped him, until he pressed your fluffy ears tighter to hear you cry out in pain.

“Dumb little thing,” he mocked, craning your neck uncomfortably to nose at your pulse. “I hunt for you, I dress you, I keep you safe for hunters and this is how you are going to thank me? running away? ungrateful brat,”.

He dragged you by the ears all the way to the house, the piercings he had placed into your soft cartilage crashing against your skin. It seemed taunting how he took time to learn about your culture, even planned a ceremony to make you submit to him. The gold rings he placed on the sides of your ears were a sign you were married, matching by the bands he chose to wear around his two ring fingers.

It was true what he was saying; he hunted for two now, being exclusive about not hunting rabbits and sometimes, when he felt generous, bringing you fruits and vegetables he would hand feed you. He also dressed you in animal furs to your dismay, bringing bear or deer furs to sew ridiculously small outfits for you. And for keeping you safe of other hunters, he locked you in the house all day long where you cleaned and sometimes cooked for him.

He opened the door with one hand, swinging you inside without consideration. Instantly, you scrambled to the bed trying to find comfort in the sheets and innocently trying to hide from him.

He peeled off his coat and boots, leaving him in the sweatpants and sweatshirt he was in when he was sleeping with you. His menacing glare kept you glued to your place, peeking at him from over the duvet.

He made his way to the bed silently, just to rip the blanket from your hands. You let out a soft sniffle, feeling him pounce on top of your quivering form, just clad in his t-shirt.

He placed a hand on each side of your head, knees mimicking the action around your middle thighs.

“Dumb little Bunny,” he mumbled, his flesh hand moving up to grace the side of your face. “gonna have to find a way for you to understand you can’t leave me,”.

The hand that was stroking your cheek suddenly slapped you, making your face twist in pain to the other side. You whimpered, lower lip wobbling as you ears flopped, framing your face in protection.

“No Bucky,” he told himself out loud, moving to repeat his tender actions. “Cant be harsh with your pet when she’s probably knocked up,”.

You cried harder at his words that were only meant to hurt you; knowing that by the amount of times he had fucked you this week and by the high fertility rate of Bunny hybrids, you were probably pregnant.

“Don’t cry baby,” he cooed, moving to slip his cold hand up the large shirt. He didn’t gave you any panties because he claimed he liked being able to smell you all the time, everywhere. “Not gonna fuck your pussy; only good bunnies get their pussy fucked, ungrateful brats get their ass fucked,”.

He couldn’t physically hurt you, so he mandhandled you as gently as he could muster with the anger coursing through his body. Placing your body in all fours, he removed the shirt from your frame and began prodding your body. His two finger latched to your clit, giving soft torturous circles of the flesh as you oozed with slick. The smell of your pussy emanated in the air and Bucky inhaled, smelling cherries and flowers. You were so perfect for him.

“Please sir-“You received a harsh slap on your bare pussy, making you jolt. “please Daddy, not my bottom!”

The brunet smirked at your begging, fingers continuing their ministrations. The soft moans you tried to suppress as your tail and ears fluttered was the best sight he could ever had.

“If you want to save your ass,” he began, teasing his fingers into her hole and sensing it clench around the bare tips. “you gonna beg me to fuck this pretty pussy,”.

You gulped down when his finger thrusted inside you core, the stretch already big enough.

“Please Daddy,” you began, although it sounded like you were reciting more than begging from your humiliation.”Please fuck my pussy!”

“As hard as I want?” he questioned, pushing another finger in to make you gasp.

“As hard as you want Daddy!”

He grinned at this, feeling his cock stir in his pants as you continued to beg him to pound you. He pulled it out of his pants, pushing them down to his knees as he also took off his shirt. He had a glorious body, yet his sight was always contemplating you.

He took your finger from your tiny entrance, cleaning the juices from his fingers in your thigh as if he hadn’t eaten you out this very morning. Slapping the tip against your opening, he enjoyed the way you shivered. You always bled, even a little bit, when he fucked you.

“Wanna hear you beg again.” he commanded, and swallowing your pride, you did.

“Please Daddy,” you muttered, the nickname he forced you to use bitter on your tongue. “please fuck my pussy, need you to fill me up,”.

He preened at how you recited the same words he always threatened you with, watching you squirm uncomfortably as you said them.

“Only because you asked so nicely, little girl.”.

He chuckled as he pushed in, this time slow and gently. He savored the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his massive shaft, pulsing and you bit into your lower lip to subdue the pain.

“Hurts Daddy,” you coughed out, and he patted your bottom to give you some comfort. It stretched you painfully, but you still felt some pleasure at how filled up you were.

He enjoyed knitting his fingers in your hair to tug at your ears, but he opted to curl his bicep around your throat. His metal hand grasped your fluffy pompon tail, like he always did.

His movements where slow and sensual this time, and you didn’t know why. He always was rough with you, holding you as tight as he could and banging you till the bed shook.

“Beg me to destroy this little pussy,”he whispered into your ear, and you finally understood. “beg me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk anymore,”.

“Please destroy my pussy,” you begged, ears flopping down as he hit your g-spot. “fuck me so hard I can’t walk anymore.”.

You felt shameful at your words, but he did it anyways. His hands shifted to push your face into the mattress, digits wrapping around your cartilage to tug on your ears painfully for leverage.

You whimpered in pain, the tugging and rubbing of your ears a overstimulating sensation as your clit grounded against his balls.

He suddenly stopped and you, without thinking, whined. You heard him chuckle as he moved out, only leaving the tip inside.

“Fuck yourself on my cock dumb Bunny,” he cooed, watching how you clenched around his tip. “and maybe I’ll rewards you afterwards.”.

Hiding your grunts, you pushed yourself back on all fours and wiggled back your hips to fuck your self on his cock. You rolled your hips and tightened around his shaft, wanting-no, needing- more.

He watched you fuck yourself impatiently, using his dick as a toy for release. You could barely take his cock, yet you fucked yourself through the pain like a champion. Your moans were like music in his ears as your face contorted in pleasure from how much he was stretching you.

His cold hand slipped down to rub your clit, striking in fast motions that tightened your muscles and made it harder to move.

You finally snapped, the coil in your belly snapping as you felt almost electric; energy coursing through your clit all over your pussy as you panted in relief.

“Good little fuck toy,” Bucky cheered, resuming to grab your hips. “gonna get her pussy destroyed by Daddy cause she behaved so well,”.

His thrusts were godly; fast, hard and leaving you cockdrunk as you focused on the pleasure. He was no longer looking for your orgasm, just using you as his perfect little cocksleeve.

“Gonna cum, tiny Bunny,” he groaned, speeding up his movements. “Ya holding me so tight, seems like you don’t ever want me to leave this pussy my little thing; gonna give you another batch of bunnies to bake in that tummy of yours; gonna do that baby? give me all the bunny babies I want?gonna make me a real daddy?”.

His questions threw you over the edge. Bucky wanted to make you a mommy; talked about how your tits will be full of milk and you belly will become big and round and gorgeous. You came at his words alone, as if they stroked your clit delicately.

You nodded, lost in delight as he continued fucking you.

“That’s my good girl, gonna be such a good momma,” He praised, fucking you until you felt the heat spill inside of you. He thrusted a few more times, making the warmth go straight into your cervix.

With a halfhearted laugh he fell to your side, enveloping you in his thick arms.

The only sound that filled the room were your beating heart and his panting. His flesh hand came down to stroke your belly, bulging slightly with his thick cum.

“Daddy,” you called out weakly and he hummed in response. “you think I’m really going to be a good mommy?”.

His eyebrows furrowed at this, at how soft you suddenly became to him.

“Of course lovebug,” he said as if he was obvious. “gonna be the best mommy, and you gonna let Daddy suck those nipples dry right?”.

You rolled your eyes at him, continuing to paw with the heel of your hand the fabrics. He tutted at this, rising from his seat to kneel behind you. His warm-and-cold hands wrapped around your belly, feeling gently your soft skin as you stood in your all fours position.

You immediately stopped your actions, face falling in a frown. He leaned over your barely clothed back, pressing his mouth to your ear.

“And you wanna know how they call male bunnies?” he smiled, genuinely smiled. “Bucks!”

His chuckle seemed calming; filled with actual happiness rather than his usual cold and evil demeanor. Wrapping his arms around your frame, he pulled you to the side to cuddle with you.

He had been way more tender since he realized you were pregnant; holding you most of the time rather than just fucking you into the bed roughly.

“I wonder how they’ll look,” he cooed, stroking your stomach. You gulped; knowing that he had no idea how they’ll look. “You think they are gonna have your pretty eyes baby?”.

You turned around softly, gazing into his azure eyes that seemed so confident and happy it made you tremble, knowing you were going to ruin his idea of a perfect family.

“Daddy,” you mumbled, still getting used to the nickname. “I have to tell you something; I can’t do anything about it, but the babies-“.

“Won’t be human?” he interrupted and you gasped slightly, only to nod shortly afterwards. Had he read your mind?“Oh my dumb little bunny, I’ve been reading book of bunny hybrids for the past week, you really thought I didn’t knew?”

You frowned, feeling suddenly humiliated. You turned around in anger, and he could see how you ears flopped down pointing to the sides in annoyance.

“You just looked so damn precious whenever I brought it up!” he defended himself. “you look so pretty when you are scared.”.

You crossed your arms at him, face pushing into the pillow you were hitting five minutes before.

“I’m gonna get my little bunny family,” he sang cheerfully, kissing your temple. “but let’s enjoy while we can, little thing.”.

“No.” you breathed out when you sensed his hand slipping off your skirt. “Listen Buck, I don’t-“.

“What did you just called me?” he grunted, the happiness of his features slipping away. “You we’re doing so well dumb little thing, you just had to fuck it up didn’t you?”.

“No!Im sorry! it’s- it’s because of the male bunny thing! I completely did it as a mistake!” You whimpered, feeling his arms tighten around you.

“Dumb slut,”he growled, laying his body over yours being careful not to squish your tummy. “Gonna have to make you remember how to call me?”.

“No Daddy,” you mumbled, tears already stinging your eyes from the anxiety he put you through.

“Good girl,” he praised shortly. “You don’t say no to me little thing, you can’t say no; you don’t have any opinions here.”.

He moved to undressed you first, savoring the view of your round stomach, engorged breasts and slick cunt. And you allowed him, knowing things were always easier when you allowed him. He pulled out his weeping cock last, making you tense when you saw it. So big and veiny and angry it scared you.

“It would be a crime to put you in doggy with these pretty tits you got for me,” he said, though it sounded more to himself than to you. “Wanna see your face when you cream on my cock, my pretty minx.”.

He slipped two fingers inside, hearing you moan for the stretch. He started scissoring your pussy, feeling the slick coat his hands. He didn’t let you come, pulling his digits out just when he sense you had enough stretch.

He centered his cock in your hole and you clutched your eyes close, preparing for the piercing pain. And he bottomed out in one deep thrust, shushing your cries with gentle kisses on your lips.

It was the first time he was truly gentle with you; cradling your face as he thrusted in slow sensual movements, flesh hand latching over your sensitive clit making you clench around him with each stroke.

It was far more than chasing his own desires, it was being tender with you. He made love to you, kissing your lips with passion. It was inhuman how you were so deeply entranced with your own kidnapper, how he slowly started to give you a sense of reassurance you never had.

“Gonna let me fill you up, sweet bunny?”he asked you, lips centimeters away from yours.

“Yes Daddy,” you mewled obediently, although you were slightly disgusted with how much you were enjoying this.

“That’s my good girl, so much better when you just let me have you.”.

His plunging thrust brought you to ecstasy, coating you in a deep physiological state of mind you didn’t even knew you had.

“Gonna give me pretty baby bunnies little thing?”he asked, tilting your head for you to gaze into his eyes. You nodded, lost in bliss.

It’s the middle of a Autumn day when you start feeling contractions, and Bucky had left to go to the village. You instantly panicked, dropping the carrots you were nibbling on and running as fast as your pregnant body allowed you to the nest you had been building for the last month. The water broke and ran down your thighs as you onto the mess of blankets and Bucky’s scent.

The birth was a weird process; you just pushed out of your body, ignoring the searing pain as your mother instincts guided you. You ended up with half a dozen baby rabbits wet with your “birth juices” curled around your weakened body. Good thing of being a bunny hybrid was that your body easily molded back to what it was before pregnancy, only to be ready to get pregnant again.

you clutched two of the weaker-looking bunnies and placed them close to your chest; they immediately started sucking your milk. The strain was relieving, and you positioned the other bunnies around your arms to grasp in your heat.

Bucky whistled as he entered, intrigued by the calm ambience of the house until his gaze fell on you. Asleep, naked and with little fur balls cuddling around your body.

He stared in awe at the scene; slightly saddened by the fact he lost your birth but extremely enthusiastic he had his babies.

“Sweet Doe,” he cooed, slowly crawling over the bed to watch the bunnies. Two were deep brown, three were spotted brown and white and the last one that seemed to latch into your nipple tightly was as white as snow. “You became a momma all by yourself? my good girl.”.

Anxious to hold one of his children, he plucked the lighter brown bunny to feel it. He was as big as Bucky’s palm.

The tiny rabbit began squealing madly, wiggling in Bucky’s hand and he chuckled remembering how it’s mother acted the same way. As if the cries of your child alerted you, and they probably did, your eyes fluttered open.

“Leave him,” you said grumpily, carefully plucking the little bunnies from your chest as you sat up to grab your stolen son.

“Relax bunny,” he called, pulling it closer to his body. “I’m his Daddy, wanna have a good look at my baby, you jealous?”.

You groaned, starting to place your kittens all together in a pillow.

“He’s screaming,” you justified, a hand motherly stroking the bunnies. “Leave him alone.”.

He rolled his eyes, leaving the bunny with the others for you to grab his rapidly and start checking him.

“I’m so proud of you,” he praised, moving to cuddle behind you. “Look at these pretty babies you gave me,”.

He watched you try not to preen at his compliments, metal hand setting on your hip for comfort.