#hunter!simon

Deer hybrid!reader who bawls with panic, chest thundering with hurried breathes and quick heart beats as you rush through blurring trees. Air sharp against your face and burning your throat. Hunter!Simon who snarls when he sees you, pulls his rifle off his back, ready to put a bullet through that pretty little head for making him run so much.

You trip like the pathetic thing that you are, scramble to your knees when Simon nears. Vapor shooting from his flaring nose, quick and sharp with furious exhales. Like a raging bull, makes you shudder.

The metal pressed to your forehead pulls a bleat from you. Tail flickering quickly when you gaze up at his demeaning figure. Euphoria washes over you, thrill of the chase and being caught. Has you keening when your eyes meet his over the gun that he has pressed to you.

Simon grunts at the glimmer lacing those precious cock hungry doe eyes that drive him crazy. “Caught you, silly doe.” He hisses through clenched teeth. Irritation a growing speck at the back of his mind from your little games. You mewl with a quiver, hips squirming in their spot. Caught by the predator, makes you gush with slick.

“Love that I control if you live or die, huh? Ain’t got no instincts, stupid deer.” He groans, catches your jaw, shoves thick fingers past your lips. Makes you gag around them as he fucks your throat. Smears the saliva across your face before smashing your check against his cock. So big and hard through his dirt stained jeans, that you feel him throb against your lips as you mouth over his print.

Simon pets your ears at the top of your head, tugs at one to hear you whine. “Dirty little doe, loves being good prey f’me to catch.”

You drool all over his front, tongue scraping against the harsh material that keeps you from his delicious musk. Slam your hips into his boot to stimulate your achy clit, eyes rolling and pathetic bleat muffled against his bulge, makes him seethe when you start humping frantically.

Simon yanks you off by your hair, makes you squeal and hands fumble at his wrist to give your scalp relief. He swings his rifle onto his back, gives you a sharp slap to your cheek. Face freezing with the cool air only making the sting of his palm to your cheek bring tears to your eyes.

Simon scoffs. “Good f’nothing deer. Too desperate, ain’t worth much.” He mocks, leans down to cup your blistering pussy, keen at the pleasure his palm brings. He hums a low grunt, pulls rope from his pants to fasten around your wrists. “Might be worth setting straight. Teach ya a lesson or two about making me run in circles. Use that hot cunt for what it’s made for.”

A soft hum vibrates from your chest, tail flickering and ears twitching at the mean look in his eyes. Can’t wait for him to lay his hands on you. Like always, Simon hauls you over his shoulder, walk home sure to make you whiny and needy as your pussy begs for more like always.

He slams a rough palm down on your ass, grins when you squeal, whine trailing softly after and normally he’d wait for his hands to tease you in bed, but his calloused fingers slip between your thigh to rub at your clit.