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!Disclaimer!:angst below the cut. Kidnapping, Non-Con, Drugging, Mention of blood. 18+ Content!!

Deer!Reader enjoys spending her time with the rest of her deer friends, Leaping and prancing around the forest. Hunters never came round this part of the forest. But she is aware of the dangers and stories of the world.

Never go past the Stream..

and of course, Deer never listen.

Deer!Reader and her most trusted friend love to explore. Very curious and fond creatures they are.

Of course you never picked the best hybrids to be around, but you always had fun!

Today you were fairly close to the mark and could only shake the feeling of being watched.

only a second later you saw a light flash before it crashed into a tree behind you.

A bullet.

Panic sets in your mind and you can only drop and play “dead”.

Your friend had been long gone after being hit with a bullet, which you probably should have left with them.

soon enough it’s quiet. Bullets sprawled across the forest and the trees behind you splitting at the second.

you open an eye to see a tall man. You cannot see his face for it is concealed behind a dark mask, what looked like a shirt and two holes cut for eyes..

you shriek, and cave in on yourself out of fear, you’ve never seen a hunter in person let alone a human, you never though how terrifying they could look. The carelessness in his eyes as he shot your friend. And it seems that.. He’s aiming in your direction???

you quickly get on your feet and attempt to make a run for the forest you know so well, but fail as you have Been shot as well. it must’ve nicked u before it hit your friend. Tore straight through the soft fur on your thigh. As you hit the ground u feel the pain. Unbearable. Panicking and thrashing around the scratchy grass beneath you is really tiring you out.

you hear something behind you.

“Meine Güte, Fawn – entspann dich! Da habe ich dich aber ganz schön erwischt.”

He spoke in a language you couldn’t understand

you shut your eyes tight.

Mainly because you have No idea what’s about to happen to your frail body.

He turns you around to face him holding out a hand to reach for the gushing wound.

“Du bist atemberaubend, mein liebes Rehkitz.”

He mumbles..

You move to swat his hand away. And are briefly stopped. he’s strong. Much stronger than any buck you’ve ever encountered.

he pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and ties it around your thigh. A momentary way to stop the bleeding. His hand hovers on your thigh for a moment and

Without a second thought you feel your body leave the ground. He throws you over his shoulder and starts to head the opposite direction of the “safe” side of the stream you kick and scream but he doesn’t budge. You think to yourself what this big burly man could possibly want with such a small deer. For as big as he is, he’s going to need more to feed him.

but instead of thinking about that you needed to figure out how to escape, which was nearly impossible with his iron grip on your waist.

you arrive in a painful 20 minutes later, blood drenching the handkerchief wrapped around your thigh. It’s.. cute. Nothing too special, A wooden chair on the patio the occasional sway of the trees hitting the window on the side of the small home. Isolated from the rest of the world.

No wonder it wasn’t hard to find the little meadow you call home.

he opens the front door and sets you down on the ground. You, far too exhausted to fight this mass of a man.

he kicks off his shoes and camo coat, setting his gun down on the small bench just infront of the door.

He looks down at you. So soft, Adorable, exhausted.

He likes the idea that you couldn’t understand him. But he sure as hell could understand you.

he grab your wrist to pull you to your feet and you try your best to resist but fail miserably. He drags you by one wrist to the bathroom, hooves occasionally banging on the wood just to make sure he knew you were upset. Not that he’d care anyway. He has a cute little fawn right at his feet free to play with however he wanted.

you reach the bathroom after a few failed struggles. He starts the bath and ensures that everything he adds to the bath is safe for you. He moves quick. A little too quick. When he’s finally done preparing for your bath he moves to you. He grips you and begins to lift your rags. You out of instinct nip at him hard enough to make him withdraw. Not out of pain. Out of surprise. You begin to turn your head and second later feel a hard sensation of pain on your cheek.

he slapped you..

you instantly gasp and grab your cheek. eyes wide, scared, hurt.

He takes your rags off and stares.

you attempt to cover but his hands beat you to it.

he’s latching onto you

hands on your breast, so full. Plump. On your neck, understanding that he could break any second you let out a sigh.

when he removes the rag covering your privates or what your mother used to call your , “princess parts” You gasp.

“Please stop.”

But of course. He doesn’t.

He grips your chin forcing you to look up at him.

Sei still, du dumme Gans!

“You think it’s okay to disobey me?”

You’ll understand how things work around here fawn.”

He finally sets in the tub after roughly groping you, dragging a sponge over your soft sides and naked stomach.

Until he reached your legs.

For 2 hour he did nothing but inspect and assault you. Touching you in the spot you’ve never even touched and hands lingering for longer than they should. you know this is wrong. You’re scared you don’t want to die. At least that what you think is about to happen. But he has so much more in store for you.

after your bath he hands you a t shirt way too big for your liking. He then give you some tea. Of course you tried to decline his offer but he didn’t like your answer so he forcefully mouth fed you. Making you hold your breath until you swallowed. You quickly understand. He slipped something into it tea. You started drifting. Far too tired to say anything you doze off.

he carries you to the basement. Where he will keep you until you’re what he calls, “house trained.”

Thank you for reading, I have an idea of how I want to continue this story but I haven’t yet decided if I wanted to continue it. Should I?

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!Disclaimer!: No use of y/n (Sensitive topics below the cut!! my take will be at the end of the story!!!

The day started off great, Your grandparents left you a small bakery with a mediocre apartment space on top.

You wave your parents goodbye and hop in your Van, a new start. A new everything. You’ve never been anywhere alone without the company of a friend, or family member.. The ride was long. The moving van not to far behind you..

arriving at a cute shop in a small town with all kinds of people moving on about their daily lives. The mover offers to help you move in so of course, you take the offer!!!

You grab the keys to your new home and open the door. Pretty pink walls, and paintings with all sorts of different abstracts. You’re grateful for everything that was left behind. Walking over to the kitchen to drop a box you’ve had since you walked in, stretching with a grunt. “Do you plan on actually opening the Bakery anytime soon?, A voice alarms you from behind. You turn and see the driver with a box Waltzing over to help. You respond, grabbing the box. “Um, I actually think it will take me a while to get unpacked, but I’ll be up and running as soon as possible. You reassure the man.

you manage to get all of the Boxes in there respective places and the man leaves, left alone to start unpacking.

Shit. You forgot something. No worries, just a flight of stairs into the cold winter air..

Making it to your car you grab a bag of flour and a lamp.

something’s wrong.. The air feels too thin. As if you were sharing it in the small street you were on. No one in sight, until you look across the street. A man? A pair of blue glowing eyes are seen from the blind's cross the street. “Rude to stare.” You mumble under your breath.

but of course you’re nice enough to whip him up something, right?..

…

the next week You get up bright and early thankfully you spent a whole week preparing everything for the bakery. Putting on a pretty sweater, a pair of tights and your boots. Walking downing stairs and opening the door to the bakery, you are instantly greeted with the smell of pastries and baked goods.

you prepare your bread buttering your pastries, and setting them out on the display. Making sure a plate of assorted samples was present.

Walking outside the winter air hitting your face freezing the Tit of your nose. Grabbing your sign and writing on the white board, “Fresh pastries and Hot Chocolate!”

Looking across the street to see a… Butchery shop??

might as well stop by and drop off some pastries. Going back inside and placing a whole bunch of different dishes on a plate covered by plastic wrap plopping a bow on-top to give it your own signature. (Classic you.)

Skipping over to the shop across the street, plate in hand, Stopping in front of the small shop. White lights, frosted glass, and a the faint smell meat.

You give a faint knock on the door waiting patiently.

You can see a figure from behind the glass, getting closer, and closer as it stops abruptly at the door.

The turning of the lock can be heard, as you look at the door.

It opens rather slow for what you see, A tall man with what looks like a shirt with 2 cut holes as eyes, in it. broad shoulder that would be great for kneading your dough.

He looks around and then looks down at the small woman standing. He scans you carefully, making sure to take you in, before finally looking back at you. “Um-Hello, I recently moved in across the street, I own the bakery and I thought it would be nice to bring you something as a greeting? You say. (YOU NAILED IT!)

Why thank you, Liebling.”

You didn’t quite understand the last part of the sentence but you nodded in response and further asked- “So I’m assuming you own the butchery?” You ask.“Ja, owned it for a few years now. He responds.” You continue on. “That’s wonderful.. Well it’s great meeting you, hope to see you again soon!”

You’ve never been good with holding a conversation, especially with newer people.

“Ah, wait let me send you off with a gift in return, ja?”

“It’s okay, I’m new and I just wanted to let my presence be known.” (Came off a little snobby..)

“ A slab of pork chop?”

“I don’t eat meat.” You respond.

“I see.. Well I’ll see you around?”

“yeah, see u!” You comment.

After that very long and awkward conversation, you simply continued on with your day..

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Dividers: @dollywons

No use of (y/n) !Fem reader 18+ !!minors do not interact!!

Love drunk Si, who kisses the ground you walk on, no matter what or now you do something.

love drunk Si, who’s camera roll is filled with pictures of you, and in a secret folder pictures of you both during intimacy.

Love drunk Si who wakes up way earlier before you to make you coffee before you have to go off to work.

Love drunk Si who basically walks at your hip or on your heels in public.

love drunk Si who is #1 with aftercare after sex, not once leaving your side until he knows you are okay.

Love drinks Si who finds your toys and asks if he is not enough. Love drunk Si who guilt trips you into thinking you are wrong for wanting pleasure without him.

Love drunk Si who ends up making you feel so bad ,you can’t not give him the attention he deservess!! (Right?)

love drunk Si, who folds you in half, calling you a ditz and a slut for needing him all the time.

Love drunk Si, who loves the look in your eyes while he pounds into you locking his gaze onto your’s.

Love drunk Si, who doesn’t stop even after you have reached your climax, continuously hitting that spongy spot inside making you shake uncontrollably, holding you down as you tell him to stop never using your safe word.

Dividers by: @dollywons Other Amazinggg writers!! @konigsblog @simonrileys-blog @konigslittleliebling

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