HE’S MY WHITE FEATHER HAWK TAIL DEER HUNTER
“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.”
˖⋆࿐໋ CW: primal play, gun play, headlock, degradation, condescending praise, dacryphillia, impact play, mentions of ‘daddy, sweetheart, baby, & etc..’, barely any plot, reader does consent to all of this btw!! (quite short!)
based off this ask from @baransdollie 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
ok—so, bear with me. 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
“Oh cmon, doll—you know I can always find my girl, yeah?”
His voice ranges out in the empty forest as your legs ate up the muddy puddles and wet grass with heavy breathing ripping from your lungs. It stung, but it stung so good. Your heart raced with pure exhilaration and anticipation as you heard the heavy footsteps start to catch up with yours.
Some part of you thought you were utterly crazy for this—letting your man chase you while wearing the prettiest doe costume while he hunted you with his trusty rifle—but another part of you got off on this. It was terrifying, yes, but it made your panties become so embarrassingly drenched with excitement. You wanted to call out and taunt him, but he was too close and what would be the fun of stopping it all so soon?
It’s not like that would stop him anyway.
You dumbly turned around to see if he was still catching up to you, but it was nothing. Just a row of trees and the vast sky, leaving you thinking that you were safe as you turned around to keep on sprinting on the muddy path before your feet caught a branch.
You were on the ground before you even knew it, barely even able to let out a scream as you kissed the ground harshly. Your vision was slight blurry as you weakly raised your head up, thinking you still had a chance to at least get up and jog it off. That was until you felt a heavy boot on your back, “There she is, my prized baby. Took that nasty fall like a champ, huh? Ohh, sweetheart—your nose is all bloody.”
A small grunt pushed pass your swollen lips as you felt the warm essence trickle into your mouth, tasting the bitter iron so strongly on your tongue now. You turned your head to the side, attempting to get a good look at your little hunter with a small smile. “Gonna make it all better f’me now? Kiss it all better for your wounded prize? Or are you really that mean?”
The bearded hunter only let out a bitter laugh before taking his boot from your back to grab a handful of your hair, eliciting a whimper from your painted lips as he raised you up onto your knees.
“Don’t even know what your dumb little head got into. Don’t worry—daddy’s gonna take such good care of you. Real good care.”
He moves his hand from your head to the back of your nape, gripping firmly as he pulled you up with a grunt to shove you against a nearby tree. A breathless left your tainted lips before his collided with yours, forcing you to feel the harshness of teeth clashing and tongue fighting over control of whoever. Your eyes fluttered with pure intoxication and thrill, leaning further into the disgusting dance of the kiss as he squeezed the back of your neck.
“Such a sick, dirty fuckin gal lettin’ me do you like this, huh?” He groaned messily against your lips, “can only imagine how much she’s weepin’ for her daddy, yeah?” You could barely even respond to what he was saying, but he didn’t care anyway. He only pulled away to give himself a good look of his prize, zeroing in on the string of saliva that connected the two of you.
Your pupils were practically blown from the pure adrenaline of it all, staring at him like an excited puppy with its tail wagging excitedly for a treat. He only chuckled at the gesture before he finally paid attention to his rifle—standing firmly in his rough grip before slowly pointing it between your thighs.
“Imagine if this was loaded, yeah?” He briefly murmured with a rough edge, edging the tip of the rifle till it dragged righttt across your clothed clit that practically twitched at the touch. A shaky exhale ghosted your lips as your eyes stayed locked on his, watching how they sought something in yours.
A mocking laugh graced his lips as he shook his head with that stupidly fuckable smirk, tilting towards your direction as he whispered harshly, “you’re actually enjoyin’ this nasty shit, aren’t you? Such a filthy girl I’ve got on my hands, ain’t that right?”
You could only nod with how your mind was already clouding with every belittling comment.
Of course he didn’t take that for an answer, letting his palm come into contact with your mud-covered cheek with a deafening smack. Stars blew behind your pupils as you relished in the burning sensation building on the surface, reaching to cup the tender flesh before he smacked it away.
“None of that shit. Fuckin’ answer me when I ask you somethin’. Don’t make me be mean, darlin’…” He whispered lowly with a small hiss, grinding the edge of the rifle over your pussy with slight firmness as he continued on.
“Hurts me more than it hurts you. Wanna hear you use your big girl voice—for me, yeah?”
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